Grosse Pointe Blank Page #9

INSIDE THE COUNTRY SQUIRE

are Lardner and McCullers. They listen to the same broadcast.

BROADCAST (V.O.)

...An unknown "whistle-blower" has

leaked a number of critical flaws in

the safety designs of next year's

models to authorities that could

cost millions in recalls....

MARTIN:

flips through the dial, pausing on Rush Limbaugh who waxes

fascistically.

MARTIN:

Mein hero.

...and then turns the dial again and cuts in on "Armageddon

Time," slow reggae vibe by The Clash.

EXT. HIGHWAY-

Martin drives down the roadway... headlong into his past.

Dig it...

INT. MARTIN'S CAR

Martin turns up the volume as he reacts to a familiar

voice....

FEMALE DEEJAY (V.O.)

(on radio)

--this is WFRN, all vinyl, all the

time. Oldies from the eighties. It's

a cold summer day in Grosse Pointe--

CUT TO:

CLOSE-UP - A FULL, FEMALE MOUTH

lit only by dime slivers of sunlight, in front of a

microphone. Stray, gossamer strands of hair hanging in her

face move in front of her mouth as she speaks....

FEMALE DEEJAY:

--and I'm ready for some good tunes

and angry talk. Or angry tunes and

good talk--

CUT TO:

MARTIN:

looking somewhere far away, beyond what is before him in the

windshield...

FEMALE DEEJAY (V.O.)

--Or maybe we'll just play the Cocteau

Twins and get over the goo-angry-

talking music. As you know--

CUT TO:

THE DEEJAY'S HANDS

as they distractedly toy with the wire at the base of the

mic.

FEMALE DEEJAY (V.O.)

--for some moments in life there are

no words, and a little nonsense now

and then is relished by the wisest

man--

CUT TO:

MARTIN:

still rapt, makes a sharp turn into a shopping district.

CUT TO:

HER MOUTH:

FEMALE DEEJAY:

--The Cocteau Twins, though also a

band of the nineties, will be aired

due to the fact that they created

their own language to sing by--

CUT TO:

MARTIN:

slows on a quaint street of cute shops. He creeps up to a

storefront on hid right and stops, staring through the

passenger window....

CUT TO:

DEBI NEWBERRY:

the female deejay. She sits slumped in a well-worn executive

chair, her back to the studio console and the picture window

behind it that opens to the street....

DEBI:

--Now that's freedom--

she swivels in the chair to face the street....

DEBI'S P.O.V.

of Martin's Town Car outside, Martin silhouetted in shadow.

DEBI:

Her brow furrowed as she peers at the car, something summoned

by the dark figure. Her words falter almost imperceptibly.

DEBI:

--The best I can do is a rhyme: Where

are all the good men dead? In the

heart or in the head? Back later....

MARTIN:

Shaken from his trance by her stare, pulls back into the

street and disappears....

INT. MARTIN'S CAR - MORNING

Martin drives, listening to the radio. He turns the corner

with an expectant look on his face. Suddenly his face drops

as he slows and pulls over....

MARTIN'S P.O.V. - 7-11 STORE

Martin looks left of the store, then right, behind him, then

back at the store. Bewildered, he gets out of the car.

WIDE SHOT:

of Martin as he walks with purpose. He halts in the middle

of the lot. He puts his hands on his hips, stares, then moves

in... We stay wide as he enters the store and addresses the

clerk inside.

MARTIN:

What are you doing here?

CARL, the store clerk tries to get a grip on this question.

CARL:

A double shift. What's it look like?

(softening)

Can I help you with something?

Martin's head pans the room, processing.

MARTIN:

I don't think so.

EXT. 7-11 PAYPHONE - MORNING

Martin continues to gaze at the structure as if it's a lunar

landscape.

MARTIN:

(into phone)

Dr. Oatman. Dr. Oatman. Please pick

up if you're there... It's Martin

Blank. It's gone. My house. It's not

here. My house is gone and now there's

a 7-11 here... And that's

unfortunate... You can never go home

again, Dr. Oatman.

Martin hangs up. He watches one-stop shoppers come and go.

MARTIN:

(to himself)

But I guess you can shop there.

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