Killing Zoe Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 96 min
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The drunken Englishman, Oliver, belches and then cheers.
EXT. PARIS STREET - NIGHT
The two cars are franticly racing through traffic.
INT. JEAN'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Jean is very intent on beating them to whatever location it
is they're going to.
Claude, in the seat next to him, gives him some advice.
CLAUDE:
[Faster, faster...go faster. Let's beat
them!]
Francois laughs and coughs out a cloud of smoke.
EXT. PARIS STREET - NIGHT
Jean's car makes a dangerous lane change across traffic and
cuts off Ricardo.
INT. ERIC'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Ricardo swerves as he passes a joint to Eric.
RICARDO:
[Sh*t! That bastard.]
ERIC:
(to Ricardo)
Watch it! Don't crash my car.
Eric takes a big hit.
ERIC:
Over here is where the male prostitutes
sell themselves. Do you see?
No, Zed doesn't see.
Suddenly, everyone in the car is shouting out the windows.
OLIVER:
(out the window)
F***ing fags!
ERIC:
(also out the window)
Suce ma bite?!
RICARDO:
Perverts d'homosexuels!
Eric laughs.
ERIC:
(into Zed's ear)
This is good to have you here. We could
not do this without you.
Zed nods.
ERIC:
Everyone has agreed to give you double
shares. That's good.
Zed nods, delirious.
ERIC:
You know I have AIDS. From the needle.
Zed can't believe this. He's not sure if what he heard was
what he thought he heard.
ZED:
Really?
Then Eric sees something.
ERIC:
Okay, up here is the Arc de Triomphe.
They take a sharp turn.
CUT TO:
INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
Eric, Zed, Francois, Ricardo, Jean, Claude, and Oliver are
all walking down some dank stone steps into a cellar.
Somewhere crazy Raymond Scott Toy Jazz music is playing.
An old wine cellar has been converted into a Toy Jazz club.
Nothing fancy...dirt floors, chairs and small tables
scattered about...but the arched brick ceilings make for
great acoustics.
ON STAGE:
a BAND is playing away. In the audience sit about TWELVE
FRENCH PEOPLE, all enjoying the music.
AT THE BUFFET:
In the back of the club near the doors some tables have been
set up with a buffet of local cuisine on it. Behind the
tables are two rotund but happy French women MIRELLE and
JOSEPHINE.
Eric, Zed, Francois, Ricardo, Jean, Claude, and Oliver walk
in and immediately start blabbing away in French to Mirelle
and Josephine.
Eric hands them some money.
ZED'S TABLE
Everyone enters and takes seats at various parts of the club.
Oliver sits next to Zed.
OLIVER:
So, how long have you known Eric?
ZED:
Well, Eric's mother is American.
OLIVER:
Yeah, and his dad's French.
ZED:
They're divorced. And she and his father
had some kind of six month split plan set
up. So every six months he would come
back to the states. We were best
friends. Eventually he and his mother
had a falling out and he stayed here.
It's been...years.
OLIVER:
Well, it's good to have you here. Eric
speaks fairly highly of you. Say, he
says you're a big fan of Viking films.
ZED:
Well...I suppose. I used to be, when I
was young.
OLIVER:
Oh they're the best. Helmets with horns
on them. Sh*t. That's f***ing genius.
He starts laughing.
OLIVER:
How 'bout Toy Jazz? You like it?
Zed watches the players on stage and then nods.
ZED:
Yeah...I guess.
OLIVER:
I love it. It's really good, you know?
Like real music. It has a heart and
culture all it's own. It's, like, jazz
for dwarves...or guys in Leiderhosen.
Total purity of essence.
ZED:
Yeah.
OLIVER:
Hungry cannibals'd like it.
Then Claude comes up to them with some glasses and a bottle
of red wine.
CLAUDE:
Here, you must drink some of this wine,
it's good.
He pours Zed a glass.
Oliver passes on the wine.
OLIVER:
(to Claude)
Non merci, c'est de la merde.
CLAUDE:
(to Oliver)
La ferme. C'est du bon vin.
(to Zed)
The f***ing English.
Zed sips some. He's in no real shape to tell if the wine's
good or not.
ON STAGE:
Suddenly, it seems as though the bands music gets louder.
The horns really start to scream and the room becomes a
delirium of music.
The band stands up.
IN THE AUDIENCE:
The people watching start to dance, if not in their seats
then right in front of everything.
ZED'S TABLE
Suddenly, Zed notices something...
ON STAGE:
Eric is up on stage playing a trombone right alongside the
band.
ZED'S TABLE
Zed blinks but it's true.
Oliver and Claude start laughing.
OLIVER:
Look at him. He's crazy.
ON STAGE:
And surely he must be, yet, in a strange way, he's keeping up
with the other musicians and sounding pretty good.
Eric is all smile as he plays with them. Sweat is running
down his face but he's caught up in the moment.
ELISE, a woman from the audience has jumped up onto the
stage, caught up in Eric's frenzy, and is dancing about like
James Brown.
Then, the music crescendos and Eric hands the trombone back
to a musician.
The set is over.
Eric skips off the stage and walks over to where Oliver,
Claude, and Zed are sitting.
EXT. BOULEVARD SAINT MICHEL - NIGHT
The McDonalds on the corner of Boulevard Saint Michel and Rue
Soufflot is bustling.
Eric's Citroen screeches around the corner on it's way past
the Pantheon and into the heart of the fifth Arrondissment.
INT. ERIC'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Eric and Zed are driving through the streets of Paris in
Eric's car. The grooving Ryuichi Sakamoto song "Triste" is
playing on the radio.
ERIC:
I'm glad you came. How long has it been?
ZED:
Years.
ERIC:
It's amazing, you know? Here you are.
One day in America. Now here.
ZED:
Well, to be honest there really wasn't
much happening for me in the states.
ERIC:
But in Paris your old friend Eric has a
job for you, so you came. That's good.
ZED:
How could I resist your invitation?
ERIC:
You would have been stupid to.
ZED:
So what have you been doing here?
ERIC:
After school I spent some time in Algeria
studying African philosophy. And then I
bummed around. You know. For fun. For
a while I worked at Le Figaro. The
newspaper.
ZED:
Really?
ERIC:
Yes. With an assumed Masters degree.
And lately we have just been bombing
fascists here in Paris. You know, like
terrorists.
Zed looks over at him.
ERIC:
It's fun.
CUT TO:
INT. ERIC'S FLAT - OUTER STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Eric and Zed walk up the stairs to the fifth floor where
Eric's flat is. On the top landing there is a dead cat
laying. Zed and Eric notice the cat as Eric is opening the
door.
There is also a telephone coming out of the neighbors door.
ERIC:
The people next door are on holiday. We
took their phone. If you want to make a
long distance call, go ahead.
ZED:
Is that cat dead?
ERIC:
I don't know. I think it's asleep but
it's been there for days.
Eric gives it a kick. No response.
ERIC:
I guess it is dead.
They walk into the flat.
INT. ERIC'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Eric's flat consists of a good sized living room area with a
connected kitchen and a small bedroom in the back. In the
front of the living room there is a small balcony where the
sounds of the city pour in. The room itself is a general
mess. A bunch of guns are piled in one corner of the floor.
Hung up on the wall is a huge, French "Dressed To Kill"
poster.
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