Grosse Pointe Blank Page #5

MARTIN - A MINUTE LATER

concentrates as he applies three drops of blue liquid on the

thread. As the drops run down along the thread through the

floor, his attention shifts to the

VIDEO MONITOR:

The drops, huge in the foreground, become smaller as they

make their way down the line toward the sleeping man.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...Could it be that you're like Chip

Longfellow, at the trade-relations

tank in Washington. Sandy Glasser

owns a cheese shop...!

MARTIN:

adjusts the thread minutely with one hand, and lowers the

fiber-optic cable with the other.

VIDEO MONITOR:

The face begins to fill the screen as the fiber-optic follows

the drops toward it. Suddenly, the man snorts and turns his

face...

A DROP FALLS:

It misses the man's mouth and hit's his cheek.

VIDEO MONITOR:

The man's eyes snap open in terror as he looks directly into

CAMERA. His image falls away as the fiber-optic is jerked

back up through the hole in the floor.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...Looking at yearbooks and pictures

evokes so many memories...!

MARTIN (V.O.)

(hushed)

F***!

MARTIN:

stuffs the apparati into an open duffel bag, and flies out

of frame.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...Some good. Some bad. But all

interesting...

INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

A BODYGUARD sits outside an apartment door. A muffled but

dire scream is heard from within and he is on his feet, gun

in hand. An exit door in the hallway slams open revealing

Martin, his gun already pointed at the Bodyguard. The

Bodyguard levels his at Martin.

MARTIN:

Freeze! Police!

The Bodyguard hesitates just long enough to get double-tapped

through the head.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...As a graduate of the class of

1984, you are someone special...

Martin moves to the dead Bodyguard, and locates a retractable

key chain on his belt. He unreels the ring of keys and opens

the door. He lets the keys retract back to the belt and drags

him into the apartment.

INT. HUSKY MAN'S APARTMENT - SECONDS LATER

Martin moves silently down the hall in a crouch. He comes to

the bedroom and slips across the threshold.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...Whenever news of you filters back,

the school is excited and proud of

your accomplishments...

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Martin crouches down outside the bedroom door. He points the

gun at the door, and reaching up turns the knob. As the door

opens, the Husky Man FIRES wildly over Martin's head. Martin

returns with one shot to the hut which sits the man down on

the floor.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...We hope Grosse Pointe High prepared

you well to lead the kind of life

that makes an impact on the world...

Martin kicks the gun away from the fallen man, and raises

his barrel to the man's forehead.

WOMAN (V.O.)

...Remember, "there's no where you

can go that you haven't learned how

to go in time... It's easy..."

HUSKY MAN:

(in severe pain)

Whatever it is that I'm doing that

you don't like I'll stop doing it.

MARTIN:

It's not me.

Martin c*cks the gun....

EXT. EAST-WEST HOLDING COMPANY, LOS ANGELES - DAY

The perpetual sun shines down on a small lot of pre-fab office

bungalows.

INT. BLANK HOLDING COMPANY

A small suite of dry-walled offices.

EAST-WEST HOLDING COMPANY

is stenciled on glass doors behind Martin who stands in front

of a young woman reading from some kind of invitation. She

is MARCELLA MAYES.

MARCELLA:

...So come on back to the old oak

tree, acorns. Signed, the reunion

committee."

Marcella holds up the mauve envelope and smiles slyly. For

the first time, Martin looks scared.

MARTIN:

Throw that away.

MARCELLA:

This?

MARTIN:

Don't tease me. You know what I do

for a living.

MARCELLA:

It's from one of those P.O. Boxes.

How was the trip?

MARTIN:

Tedious. I now authorize you to throw

away all personal mail.

MARCELLA:

All of it?

MARTIN:

And not show it to me. Ever again.

MARCELLA:

That's going to cost.

MARTIN:

I'll pay.

Martin begins to walk past her into his office, but Marcella

stops him.

MARCELLA:

They're not happy, sir.

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