Klute Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1971
- 114 min
- 1,404 Views
BREE:
Frank -- Klute.
FRANK:
(shakes hands)
Hi. Come in.
(leads them in, indicating
table)
I was just catching up some work --
mocking up the photographs.
(to Klute)
I used to be a photographer myself
- Bree tell you? -- Before I got in
the publishing.
BREE:
Frank, he knows you're a pimp. He
knows you were my pimp.
Short silence. Then with the tact of a gentleman
dealing with rude, difficult woman --
FRANK:
Well Bree, maybe you'd rather --
He gestures gently to indicate outside. She nods
once. He escorts her in that direction, OUT the
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LIGOURIN'S APARTMENT - DAY
He escorts her to the elevator, pushes the down
button for her. In silence so far. Then, quietly --
as one who knows the other's thoughts --
FRANK:
How's it been?
She shrugs a shoulder at him, looks away. He goes
on in the same quiet voice.
FRANK (CONT'D)
With me Bree it's eternally the
same. Toward you. I guess you know
that.
BREE:
Yeah Frank, I know that.
She yanks at the elevator doors. But the elevator's
not here yet. She turns away sharply into the door
marked "Stairway". He turns back to his apartment.
INT. LIGOURIN'S APARTMENT - DAY
Frank reenters, with the calm smile of troop
chaplain.
FRANK:
(then)
I'd like to make something clear.
KLUTE:
I've just got a few --
FRANK:
I'd like to make something clear. I
don't go after a girl; a girl comes
to me. Her choice. Right?
He gestures Klute to one chair, sits in another,
waits calmly, attentively.
KLUTE:
I'm looking for a man. Tom
Grunemann.
(no response, whatever)
Bree thinks he may have been the
dumper -- that call she had two
years ago. She says you sent her on
it.
FRANK:
Two years ago? Sorry.
KLUTE:
They tell me you use narcotics.
Could I bring someone around to
look at your arms?
FRANK:
Look -- dad -- I may stand better
with the cops than you.
Klute waits.
FRANK (CONT'D)
OK, a family matter. Between the
girls. I had two other cows --
(corrects himself)
-- two other girls besides Bree.
KLUTE:
She told me.
FRANK:
OK and one of them Jane McKenna --
she blows a little jealous of Bree
- you know? -- Bree comes first?
And evidently she knew the freak ---
that he was a dumper -- she conned
me into passing him to Bree, you
know, so Bree'd get hurt. I didn't
know. Till afterwards.
KLUTE:
Why didn't you tell Bree,
afterwards?
FRANK:
(a little shocked)
You don't tell them. That one of
their own in-laws laid a dumper on
them?
(shakes head)
Peace in the family.
(pause)
Beyond that, I don't know. All she
wrote.
KLUTE:
I'd like to talk with Jane McKenna.
FRANK:
(smiles)
Would I be telling you all this?
She copped out long ago. She
committed suicide Baxter.
INT. APARTMENT HOUSE LOBBY: BREE - DAY
BREE sits, looks with curiosity at housewives her
age -- bringing their children in from the park, as
if trying to imagine what their lives could be
like. KLUTE emerges from elevator.
EXT. STREET (TWO SHOT) - DAY
BREE:
Did you like my friend Frankie?
KLUTE:
No.
BREE:
Didn't he tell you what you wanted?
KLUTE:
It didn't go anywhere.
(then)
But that's not why --
BREE:
About the dumper, didn't he tell
you that?
KLUTE:
It was Jane McKenna who sent you
the dumper.
BREE:
(coldly)
Well -- she's dead.
At the corner he slows, starts unzipping his
bookcase as if indicating a change of route.
BREE (CONT'D)
I thought you were going back to
the apartment.
KLUTE:
(he shakes his head)
You said you wanted these.
He hands over the TAPE-REELS.
BREE:
Oh golly, oh just what I've always
dreamed of, dirty phone calls.
(then)
How come?
KLUTE:
You told me what you could. I guess
I'm through with your part of it.
BREE:
(grudgingly)
Is there anything more I could --
KLUTE:
I don't see anything, do you?
BREE:
What're you gonna do next?
KLUTE:
Try some other ways.
(starts off)
BREE:
What do I do meanwhile? -- wait for
that clown to fall through the
skylight on me?
KLUTE:
And I don't think that was Tom.
BREE:
You said it was!
KLUTE:
No, I said what did you think.
BREE:
Oh -- wait -- oh I get it. You said
that just to keep me scared. So I'd
tell you everything I -- oh clever;
oh you smart, tricky hick.
KLUTE:
Well --
BREE:
(harshly)
Hey, but did we get to you, Klute?
A little?
KLUTE:
Yeah, you got to me.
BREE:
-- Us city folks? The sin, the
glitter, the wickedness?
KLUTE:
Oh. No. Not that way. I'd say it
was more -- I don't know --
(hunts the word)
-- too bad? Pathetic?
BREE:
Goodbye.
She turns smartly away, deposits the tapes in
passing in a litter box, departs. Klute looks after
her for a moment, then turns on his way. Then --
EXT. POV THROUGH LITTERBOX IN FOREGROUND TO POV OF
This shot holds both in view for a moment, until
they both disappear separately in the traffic.
CAMERA moves in slightly on litterbox as a man's
hand comes into frame and removes the tapes.
INT. KLUTE'S APARTMENT: KLUTE - NIGHT
Klute, in pajama bottoms, lies in bed. A miserably
hot humid night. KNOCK at the door. He answers.
BREE stands in the doorway in bare feet.
BREE:
What the hell do you mean,
pathetic?
She walks in past him, sits down on the edge of his
bed.
KLUTE:
It's kind of late.
BREE:
It got lonely upstairs. There's
someone on the roof.
He takes her seriously, starts to move.
BREE (CONT'D)
Oh, don't be a doo-doo.
KLUTE:
Not much point to this, is there?
BREE:
(placidly)
Ezra, I'm lots better than you're
used to. Tell me -- the other
night, watching me with Mr. Faber --
wasn't your tongue a little bit
hanging out?
KLUTE:
Mm.
BREE:
So you're not too different from
him, or the chap on the roof, or
Tommy-baby --
He starts for the bed, as if to lift her onto her
feet. She takes off her robe and swings her legs
up, and under the sheet.
BREE (CONT'D)
Look, if you don't use it somebody
else just will. And you've done
your whole bit with me, your entire
duty, and so now this is my thing.
So enjoy, Mr. Faber would say,
enjoy.
Under the sheet she unlooses her pajama bottoms,
kicks them away, starts unbuttoning the shirt.
KLUTE:
Bree -- thanks -- I don't want to.
BREE:
Oh don't be all hypocrite. Or do
you really like other kicks? Is it
more just having power over
someone? -- so you don't really
need to --
He tries to rebutton the pajama shirt. She catches
his hand, thrusts it underneath. In grief and anger
--
BREE (CONT'D)
Who the hell are you, buttoning me
up?
QUICK:
DISSOLVE --
UPSHOT, C.U.
Their bodies lock together descending toward camera
--
DISSOLVE --
DOWNSHOT, C.U. SAME ACTION
Her hands slide about his shoulders. She is
laughing softly, affectionately, mockingly --
BREE:
I knew it, I knew it, a killer.
DISSOLVE --
C.U., HER FACE
-- triumphantly, contemptuously, orgiastically --
BREE:
Oh lover -- oh you thrill me -- oh,
it's beautiful -- oh yes, yes -- oh
like that, like that, yes --
DISSOLVE --
FACES:
Klute gasps deeply -- entering orgasm. As soon as
she hears it, judges it, she drops her hands from
his shoulders, stills her own movements, lies
utterly passive, smiling calmly, letting him finish
for himself. He can't stop -- cries out -- cries
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