Taxi Driver Page #13
- R
- Year:
- 1976
- 114 min
- 857,598 Views
TRAVIS:
Thanks a lot.
TRAVIS exits. 'MELIO picks up the phone and starts dialing.
The bloody BODY lies on the floor unmoving.
TRAVIS, still carrying his pint of chocolate milk and
sandwich, walks down the empty sidewalk and enters his cab.
The street is deserted.
CUT TO:
DIRECT CUT TO PORNOGRAPHIC MOVIE: this is the first time we
have actually seen the porno movie itself.
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SEVERAL ACTORS and ACTRESSES are dallying on screen in
whatever manner the ratings board deems permissible.
Whatever the action, the movie's decor is strictly Zody's --
ersatz landscape paintings, tufted bedspreads. As in most
porno films, the ACTORS look up occasionally toward the
CAMERA to receive instructions. Studio grunts, groans and
moans of pleasure have been dubbed in.
Action on screen begins to go into SLOW MOTION, the ACTORS
and ACTRESSES gradually transforming obscenity into poetry.
CUT TO:
TRAVIS, sitting in his chair in his APARTMENT, watching
afternoon soap opera. He is cleaning his .38 and eating
from a jar of applesauce. Soap opera audio continues.
He watches the soap opera without expression.
SOUND TRACK of film also SLOWS DOWN, gradually mixing with
and then becoming the sound track of a midafternoon TV soap
opera.
A YOUNG GIRL and BOY are talking in those familiar soap
opera voices and a third party, the GIRL's mother, who had
tried to terminate their "relationship."
CUT TO:
TELEVISION:
The BOY is visiting the GIRL in her hospitalroom. Both look as if they've stepped out of the Blue Chip
stamp catalogue.
SOAP OPERA BOY:
Is it that she just doesn't -- like
me?
SOAP OPERA GIRL:
(hesitantly)
Well, Jim, it's just that -- I
don't know how to say this -- it's
that she thinks your parents
aren't... good enough, I guess.
TRAVIS, through cleaning his gun, begins to play a game with
the television set.
He places the heel of his boot at the top of the melon crate
which supports the TV. Then, slowly rocking his heel back
and forth, he sees how far he can tip the melon crate
without knocking it over.
65.
The TV, still broadcasting the hospital room melodrama,
rocks back and forth.
TRAVIS pushes the TV farther and farther until finally the
inevitable happens -- the crate tips backward, sending the
portable TV crashing to the floor.
There is a short flash and the TV screen turns white.
TRAVIS, realizing what he has done, bends over, turns the TV
upright on the floor, fiddles with the knobs, slaps it, and
tries to reactivate the vanished image. TRAVIS' efforts are
futile; a tube has broken, and the TV will not come back to
life.
TRAVIS:
(to himself)
Damn, damn.
TRAVIS bends over in the chair and places his head in his
hands, despairing of himself.
FADE TO:
About 1 a.m. TRAVIS pulls his cab behind a line of empty
taxis parked outside the Bellmore Cafeteria, a cabbie
hangout on Park Avenue South.
He locks his cab and walks past the line of taxis. He
sidesteps TWO DRUNKEN FIGHTING BUMS and enters the Bellmore.
A LOUD BUZZER RINGS as TRAVIS steps INTO THE BELLMORE. He
pulls a ticket from the dispenser (silencing the buzzer) and
walks toward the wall-length counter.
An assortment of CABBIES are seated around a formica-topped
table near the rear of the cafeteria. Some are barely
awake, some are eating, the rest are swapping stories and
smalltalk.
Wizard, Dough-Boy, Charlie T and a FOURTH CABBIE are seated
at a long table.
WIZARD:
You know Eddie, he's the new hippie
kid in our group, long hair...
Wizard demonstrates length of hair and others nod.
WIZARD:
...he called up the Dispatcher last
night. Charlie McCall, our
dispatcher...
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DOUGH-BOY
One-Ball McCall?
WIZARD:
That's the guy. Eddie calls him up
and says, "Hey, what do you want me
to do. I'm over here at Poly Prep.
I got a girl in the back and she
doesn't have the fare. She wants
me to come in back and collect.
What should I do?
The cabbies laugh. Across the cafeteria Travis selects a
cup of coffee and some pastries.
CHARLIE T:
This is on the two-way with about a
hundred and fifty cars listenin in.
WIZARD:
McCall says. "How much on the
meter?" Eddie comes back and says
"Two-fifty." McCall says, "Is she
worth it".
More laughter.
DOUGH-BOY
F***in One-Ball.
WIZARD:
And the kid says, "Yeah. She's
about 19, good-lookin." McCall
says, "What can I tell you?"
FOURTH CABBIE:
She should have told him to get an
OK from the front office.
(laughter)
WIZARD:
McCall says, "Well, if you want
some help I'll see if I can send
some units out."
CHARLIE T:
Yeah. About a hundred and fifty.
DOUGH-BOY
I hope he had a checker.
67.
WIZARD:
She was just a kid. Stoned, you
know.
Travis, carrying his coffee and pastries, walks over to
their table. Charlie T spots him.
CHARLIE T:
Hiya Killer.
Charlie forms his hand into a pistol, c*cks and fires,
making the SOUND, "Pgghew." TRAVIS nods.
WIZARD:
You're getting a rep, Travis.
TRAVIS sits down and the other CABBIES resume their
conversation.
CHARLIE T:
Got the five you owe me, Killer?
TRAVIS reaches into his pocket and pulls out a roll of small
denomination bills. The crumpled $20 bill falls onto the
table. TRAVIS stares at it a moment. He unfolds a five,
gives it to CHARLIE T, then picks up the crumpled $20 and
puts it back into his jacket pocket.
WIZARD (O.S.)
(to Travis)
What's the action around?
TRAVIS:
Slow.
CHARLIE T:
Sh*t yes. Night woulda been dead
if I hadn't grabbed an outatowner
at Kennedy. Took him roun the horn
and got a five dollar tip to boot.
WIZARD:
(joking)
One of these days we're gonna turn
you in, Charlie T. Fleecin the
hicks like that.
DOUGH-BOY
Remember the time this cat picks up
four dudes from the other side,
Pakastanis I think they were, holds
up their passports, to the toll
booth collector on the bridge and
charges em ten bucks each for
'crossing the border?
68.
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