Rear Window Page #13

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - SEMI-CLOSEUP

Jeff, listening to the composer. His head turns as Lisa's

voice comes over:

LISA:

(Emerging from kitchen)

Where's that music coming from?

THE CAMERA QUICKLY PULL BACK as Jeff swings his chair around.

Lisa is emerging from the kitchen, carrying the serving dish

of their lobster thermidor.

JEFF:

Oh... some songwriter. In the studio

apartment. Lives alone. Probably had

an unhappy marriage.

LISA:

(Putting down the

food)

I think it's enchanting.

She pulls up a chair and seats herself at the card table. We

now observe that two small lit candles adorn the table, and

the rest of the room lights are out.

LISA:

Almost as if it were being written

especially for us.

JEFF:

(Pleasantly)

No wonder he's having so much trouble

with it.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - CLOSEUP

A faint shade of disappointment is seen on Lisa's face; but

she quickly recovers and looks down at the table.

LISA:

Well, at least you can't say the

dinner isn't right.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - CLOSEUP

Jeff looks at her soberly.

JEFF:

Lisa, it's perfect

(Looks down at the

food, without

enthusiasm)

As always.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - CLOSEUP

The brightness drains from Lisa's face, and she lowers her

eyes slowly toward the table.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - MEDIUM SHOT

Lisa slowly helping Jeff to lobster from the main dish.

LAP DISSOLVE TO:

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - MEDIUM SHOT

Shooting over Jeff's shoulder we see beyond him the divan-

bed upon which Lisa is stretched out. There is one light

burning, behind Lisa's head. A fierce discussion is in

progress. Lisa gesticulates with her hands, body and legs.

LISA:

There can't be that much difference

between people and the way they live!

We all eat, talk, drink, laugh, sleep,

wear clothes --

Jeff raises both his hands.

JEFF:

Well now, look --

Lisa draws back one leg, and points a finger challengingly.

LISA:

If you're saying all this just because

you don't want to tell me the truth,

because you're hiding something from

me, then maybe I can understand --

JEFF:

There's nothing I'm hiding. It's

just that --

LISA:

(Won't let him break

in)

It doesn't make sense to me. What's

so different about it here from over

there, or any place you go, that one

person couldn't live in both places

just as easily?

JEFF:

Some people can. Now if you'll let

me explain --

LISA:

(Ignores him)

What is it but traveling from one

place to another, taking pictures?

It's just like being a tourist on an

endless vacation.

JEFF:

All right. That's your opinion. You're

entitled to it, but --

LISA:

It's ridiculous for you to say that

it can only be done by a special,

private little group of anointed

people.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - SEMI-CLOSEUP

Jeff begin to get desperate.

JEFF:

I made a simple, but true statement

and I'll back it up, if you'll just

shut up for a minute!

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - MEDIUM SHOT

Lisa, stretched out on the divan. She looks at him for a

moment without speaking. Then:

LISA:

If your opinion is as rude as your

manner, I'm not sure I want to hear

it.

We see Jeff's hand coming to the foreground with a restraining

gesture.

JEFF:

(Soothing her)

Lisa, simmer down -- will you?

LISA:

(Something starts her

up again)

You can't fit in here -- I can't fit

in there. According to you, people

should be born, live an die on the

same --

JEFF:

(Loud, sharp)

Lisa! Shut up!

Lisa turns on her side, and stares into the room, angrily.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - SEMI-CLOSEUP

After a moment of silence, Jeff says earnestly:

JEFF:

Did you ever eat fish heads and rice?

LISA:

Of course not.

JEFF:

You might have to, if you went with

me. Ever try to keep warm in a C-54,

at fifteen thousand feet, at twenty

below zero?

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