Lord of Illusions Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 109 min
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Valentin gives him an inquisitive look.
HARRY:
I've signed on for them all in my
time. Hindu. Catholic. You can't
have too many saviours.
Harry's gaze is on the mausoleum now; or rather on the woman
in white standing in its cool shadows: Dorothea Swann. She
wears a wide-brimmed hat.
HARRY:
Who is she?
VALENTIN:
Swann's wife.
CUT TO:
VALENTIN sitting on the mausoleum steps reading a book. He
glances up.
Harry and Dorothea are wandering between the graves, deep in
conversation.
DOROTHEA:
I want you to help me help my
husband. I know he's in some kind
of trouble. And it's something to
do with the man you saw murdered.
HARRY:
Did your husband know Quaid?
DOROTHEA:
Yes. They weren't close, but they
saw each other once in a while. I
think Philip believes all that
stuff with the tarot cards.
HARRY:
You don't?
DOROTHEA:
I think we make our own futures.
Harry makes an approving MURMUR.
HARRY:
What's the connection?
DOROTHEA:
(covering now, but well)
I don't exactly know.
Philip doesn't like to talk about
the past.
HARRY:
Why not?
Dorothea stops talking. Takes off her sunglasses. Her gaze
is troubled, but direct. There is an attraction between the
two of them that simmers beneath the dialogue.
DOROTHEA:
He's a secretive man.
HARRY:
And you don't ask questions?
DOROTHEA:
We don't share our lives the way a
lot of people do.
HARRY:
Does that mean...?
DOROTHEA:
We haven't slept in the same bed
for years.
HARRY:
But obviously you still care what
happens to him.
DOROTHEA:
We wouldn't be having this
conversation if I didn't. Swann's
one of the most remarkable men
alive.
Harry, frowns.
DOROTHEA:
You don't believe me.
HARRY:
He's an illusionist. It's not
exactly brain surgery.
Dorothea stares at him.
HARRY:
Sorry. You asked.
DOROTHEA:
No. You're right. He could have
been something more. Maybe a lot
more. But people get lost. Even
good people. Too much fame. Too
much money,
HARRY:
Where do I sign?
Dorothea LAUGHS lightly.
DOROTHEA:
Will you take the job, Mr. D'Amour?
HARRY:
Harry.
DOROTHEA:
Harry.
HARRY:
I'm no bodyguard.
DOROTHEA:
That's not what I'm asking for. I
want somebody who can find out what
Philip saw in those damn cards.
And stop it from happening.
HARRY:
When do you want me to start?
DOROTHEA:
Come to the show with me. Tonight I
want you to see him with an
audience. They love him.
HARRY:
Do you?
The question catches Dorothea off guard.
DOROTHEA:
I didn't marry him for love, Mr.
D'Amour. Tonight?
HARRY:
Sure.
Dorothea makes a little smile, and walks away. Harry watches
her go, exhaling an appreciative breath at the sight of her
departing figure.
CUT TO:
INT. HARRY'S HOTEL ROOM - DUSK
Harry's talking on the phone while he dresses for the
theatre.
HARRY:
You're not listening to me, Loomis.
CUT TO:
INT. LOOMIS' OFFICE - MEW YORK - NIGHT
LOOMIS, a slob of a man, is in his office, eating pizza.
INTERCUT PHONE CONVERSATION
LOOMIS:
The case is closed. Harry. Tapert's
given us a full confession. Get
your ass back to Mew York.
HARRY:
No. I'm taking a couple of weeks'
vacation.
LOOMIS:
You never took a f***ing vacation
in your life, Harry. What's going
on?
HARRY:
I got to go. I'm late.
LOOMIS:
Call me tomorrow.
HARRY:
There's other guys as good as me,
Loomis.
LOOMIS:
Yeah. But not as cheap. Call me.
HARRY:
A couple of weeks.
LOOMIS:
One question.
HARRY:
What?
LOOMIS:
Who is she?
Harry can't help but smile to himself.
LOOMIS:
I thought so. 'Night, Harry.
Click. Harry puts down the phone. Glances at himself in the
mirror. Raises a rueful eyebrow.
CUT TO:
CRANE DOWN from a looming STANDEE of Swann, perched above the
theatre marquee. SPOTLIGHTS rake the skies. The sidewalk
below is jammed with AUDIENCE MEMBERS, STAR-SPOTTERS and
PHOTOGRAPHERS. This is a flashy, prestigious event. LIMOS
are disgorging scantily- dressed STARLETS and smiling MONEY
MEN; a NEWS TEAM is interviewing audience members as they
file in.
The atmosphere is noisy and excited. Amid the throng, Harry.
He makes his way inside.
INT. WILTERN THEATRE - AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
The atmosphere, is closer to a rock concert than a
conventional stage show. Security people with walkie-
talkies roam the aisles; the audience buzzes with barely
controlled hysteria.
Harry heads down the aisle, eyes on the stage. A star-lit
CURTAIN covers it. Six rows from the stage is Dorothea,
already in her seat. She smiles lavishly, happy to see him.
DOROTHEA:
I'm glad you could make it.
Harry takes a seat beside her.
HARRY:
Hey, this is a big deal for me. You
know what seats like this cost in
New York?
INT. WILTERN THEATRE - STAGE - NIGHT
Center-stage, behind the closed curtains, Swann is ready for
the opening of the show. TECHNICIANS buzz around him like
flies.
SWANN:
Valentin!
Valentin emerges from the wings, patting the PANTHER that is
waiting there.
SWANN:
(irritated)
Valentin!
VALENTIN:
I'm here.
SWANN:
The guy with Dorothea. Is that who
I think it is?
Valentin nods.
ON SWANN, his expression unreadable.
SWANN:
He's young.
MUSIC strikes up. A dramatic, Wagnerian chord. Valentin
hurries away. Swann's expression becomes very focused.
1ST TECHNICIAN
(to Swann)
Ready?
SWANN:
Ready.
Swann rises up into the flies.
1ST TECHNICIAN
How the f*** does he do that?
2ND TECHNICIAN
It's wires, man.
1ST TECHNICIAN
I never seen no wires.
2ND TECHNICIAN
(sarcastic)
So what is it? Magic?
INT. WILTERN THEATRE - AUDITORIUM AND STAGE - NIGHT
The LIGHTS are DIMMING. Harry glances across at Dorothea,
whose gaze is intent.
The LIGHTS go OUT. The MUSIC SWELLS, and the CURTAINS fly
apart. A spectacle worthy of Seigfried and Roy is about to
blast our senses! Magic for the 90's: a wild, erotic ride
into mystery.
SWANN (V.O.)
Ladies and gentlemen. You are
standing on the threshold of a
miracle...
A vortex of SMOKE and LIGHT swirls in the middle of the
stage.
And suddenly Swann SWEEPS DOWN out of the flies, as the floor
of the stage opens and the head of a glittering, razor
toothed DRAGON emerges in a cloud of CRIMSON SMOKE.
Swann raises his hands above his head and a SPEAR
miraculously appears in his grasp. He descends on the
dragon. It's a classic image: St. Michael smiting the
Devil. Swann drives the spear down the throat of the dragon.
The theatre SHAKES at its dying ROARS. Then the head cracks
open, and out of the dragon's mouth emerge a dozen scantily
dressed DANCERS, male and female. Swann throws down the
spear, and where it strikes the stage his PANTHER appears.
A ROAR of APPLAUSE from the audience. Swann's plain white
tunic falls away from him as he descends. By the time his
feet touch the stage he is dressed in a star- shot TUXEDO.
The PANTHER licks his hand in welcome. The MUSIC comes to a
crescendo. The DANCERS freeze in their erotic dance. In the
sudden hush, Swann speaks in a whisper.
SWANN:
My friends ... come with me...into
the Great Beyond.
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