Lord of Illusions Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 109 min
- 497 Views
�- and DRAW OUT from the letter to a different interior, a
different domestic circumstance.
On the screen:
Miami.BARBARA - the blonde girl who carved the cult's sigil into
her chest - is washing her hands. She casually dries them,
and picks up the letter, walking past her HUSBAND and SON,
both DEAD at the breakfast table, BLOOD spreading around
their heads. When she gets to the door she steps over the
body of her DAUGHTER, who has also been shot trying to escape
her mother's murder spree.
ON THE RADIO, George Harrison sings "My Sweet Lord."
RADIO:
"I really want to see you, Lord,
And it won't take long, my Lord, My
sweet Lord..."
CUT TO:
EXT. SAN ANTONIO 200 - REPTILE HOUSE - DAY
On screen:
San Antonio.A ZOO-KEEPER wanders into the darkened interior of the
Reptile House.
The Zoo-keeper's benign expression changes at the sight of
the chaos inside. The glass cases have been SMASHED. Another
KEEPER lies on the ground, his face pulped. A few SNAKES
slither around his body, but most of them have gone.
CUT TO:
EXT. SNAKE-HANDLER CULTIST'S CAR - DAY
The Snake-Handler Cultist drives at speed.
INT. SNAKE-HANDLER CULTIST'S CAR - DAY
PAN UP from another letter'- with the same message - on the
dashboard, to the crazed face of the Snake-Handler. PAN TO
the back of the car. IT SEETHES WITH HUNDREDS OF SNAKES.
EXT. SWANN'S MANSION - DAY
It's early morning in Bel-Air. The sun shines down on a
millionaire's paradise: a huge house surrounded by a jungle
of trees and blossoms.
EXT. SWANN'S MANSION - POOLSIDE - DAY
The blue water glitters in the noon-day sun. And a WOMAN --
her body perfectly proportioned -- glides under the surface,
emerging at the shallow end, where the housekeeper CLEMENZIA
is setting a tray on a table.
CLEMENZIA:
Coffee, Mrs. Swann?
Mrs. Swann's name is DOROTHEA. She is a beautiful and
sensual woman.
DOROTHEA:
Thank you.
She dries off.
DOROTHEA:
Where's Mr. Swann?
CLEMENZIA:
In his study.
(a beat)
He got something on his mind?
DOROTHEA:
Why?
CLEMENZIA:
Bad mood today.
INT. SWANN'S MANSION - STUDY - DAY
Venetian blinds shut out most of the sunlight, but a lamp
burns on the desk (huge), showing us the furniture (leather),
the books (innumerable), and the figure of SWANN, sitting
behind the desk smoking a CIGAR. He's lost some hair and
some colour over the years, but he still has the same
hypnotic eyes.
He studies the L.A. TIMES in front of him.
"Fortune Teller Brutally Murdered," the headline announces.
Underneath, a PHOTOGRAPH of Quaid's wrecked room. WE CLOSE
IN on the photograph, and catch a glimpse of Harry, standing
looking at the chaos. CAMERA. MOVES DOWN to the text
beneath, and on to the name "Harry D'Amour."
ON SWANN, pensive as he studies the paper.
DOROTHEA (V.O.)
(softly)
Hey...
He looks up, startled.
DOROTHEA The sun's shining out there. Dorothea is dressed in
a white robe now. She literally brings light into this
gloomy room. On the shelves behind Swann are a number of art
brut figurines, vaguely recalling the idols outside Nix's
"temple."
DOROTHEA:
Bad show last night?
SWANN:
(wearily)
The usual. Full house. Standing
ovation. I tell them it's magic...
DOROTHEA:
(distastefully)
... they believe you.
SWANN:
Yeah.
(a beat)
Remember Quaid?
DOROTHEA:
Sure.
SWANN:
Somebody killed him.
DOROTHEA:
Oh God.
SWANN:
(disturbed)
I just saw him.
A difficult silence. Then Swann crosses to the door.
SWANN:
I'm putting in a new illusion
tonight. Will you be there?
DOROTHEA:
Sure. You want me to find out
about Quaid? I mean, the funeral?
SWANN:
No.
(superstitiously)
I'm not going near him.
INT. SWANN'S MANSION - LOBBY - DAY
VALENTIN is overseeing the hanging of a new piece in Swann's
collection:
a huge, framed POSTER from a late nineteenthcentury magic spectacular. Valentin is fifty or so, his gray
hair combed back close to his scalp. Immaculately dressed in
a distinctively European fashion. Precise. Cautious.
Elegant.
He orders the TWO PICTURE-HANGERS in a clipped fashion.
VALENTIN:
Higher. Another inch. The left
hand side's too low.
Dorothea descends the stairs, dressed for the day.
DOROTHEA:
Valentin?
VALENTIN:
(to Hangers)
Good. There.
(to Dorothea)
Yes?
DOROTHEA:
(gives him the newspaper)
You saw this?
Valentin nods. They walk back through the house together,
while the picture-hanging goes on behind them.
DOROTHEA:
I want you to find this man D'Amour
for me.
She passes the newspaper to Valentin. He looks down at it.
ON NEWSPAPER.
C.U. of Harry's blurred PICTURE.
Harry is sprawled on the bed, in his under shorts. A shaft of
sun darts between the drapes, missing his face by inches.
Somebody is knocking on the door, hard.
HARRY:
(waking)
What...?
He rolls over. The sun strikes his eyes. He winces.
HARRY:
Sh*t.
VALENTIN (V.O.)
Mr. D'Amour?
HARRY:
Go away.
VALENTIN (V.O.)
It's one in the afternoon.
HARRY:
What are you, my mother?
VALENTIN (V.O.)
I need to speak to you, Mr.
D'Amour. About last night.
Harry gets up and stumbles to the door. He opens it a
little. The face of VALENTIN is visible through the crack.
HARRY:
Whatever I said, I didn't mean it,
okay? I get a few drinks inside me --
VALENTIN:
We've never met.
HARRY:
Then what do you want?
VALENTIN:
I'm here to offer you a job.
HARRY:
I'm going back to New York in--
(consults his watch)
Sh*t! I'm outta here.
VALENTIN:
Have you got a job that'll pay you
five thousand a day?
A beat. Then Harry takes the chain off the door.
HARRY:
Do I get lunch?
CUT TO:
A white SEDAN glides along the boulevard. At the wheel,
Valentin. Beside him, Harry.
INT. SEDAN - DAY
Harry is eating a burrito and sipping coffee.
HARRY:
Whose is the car?
VALENTIN:
Mine.
HARRY:
Nah. You're driving it too
carefully.
VALENTIN:
(sparring)
Maybe I just bought it.
HARRY:
Somebody's been smoking in here for
months.
He pulls open the ashtray. Pulls out a cigar-butt.
HARRY:
Havanas. You're not the
smoker. So who is?
VALENTIN:
(laughs)
detective, D'Amour.
(a beat)
I work for the best illusionist in
the world.
HARRY:
Philip Swann?
VALENTIN:
You know of him?
HARRY:
I saw him in Vegas once.
VALENTIN:
Are you a gambling man?
HARRY:
When I can afford to lose. Swann's
quite a magician.
VALENTIN:
Never call him that. He's strictly
an illusionist.
HARRY:
What's the difference?
VALENTIN:
Illusions are trickery. Magicians
do it for real.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD CEMETERY - GATES - DAY
The sedan turns into a driveway.
The sun beats down on a pristine panorama of palms and white
marble tombs. Harry and Valentin walk towards a large
mausoleum.
HARRY:
VALENTIN:
Probably.
HARRY:
It's not a bad place. Warm.
Great view.
VALENTIN:
I don't think the dead much care.
HARRY:
Are you sure?
VALENTIN:
Are you a believer, then?
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