The Fisher King Page #14

JACK:

I know who you are...or who you were.

You don't belong on the streets. You're

an intelligent man...you're a teacher...

PARRY breaks away from him. HE looks completely disoriented

and confused. HE keeps looking around, not meeting JACK'S eyes.

PARRY:

You're acting really weird Jack.

JACK:

Parry..or what ever your name is...

Let me help you. (beat).

THERE - IS - NO - RED-KNIGHT!

PARRY looks over JACK'S shoulder, and smiles - almost relieved:

PARRY:

Oh yeah? Then who do you call that?

JACK turns to look in the direction of PARRY'S glance. HE

sees nothing.

JACK:

Call who!?

CUT TO:

CLOSE-UP PARRY.

CUT TO:

PARRY'S P.O.V;

A MAGNIFCENT BURNISHED RED STEED STANDS IN THE INTERSECTION OF

5TH AVENUE AND 74TH STREET. ON TOP OF HIM, SITS THE RED KNIGHT -

A HELMETED FIGURE IN A FLOWING RED CAPE, HOLDING A LANCE. HE

STARES BACK AT PARRY.

CUT BACK TO:

PARRY, taking a step forward.

PARRY:

God he's beautiful...He knows

I'm close to it. He's afraid. I can tell.

JACK (OC)

You're totally gone, aren't you?

CUT TO:

THE RED KNIGHT:

HE pulls the reins back, forcing the horse up onto it's hind legs.

Then, he gallops off.

CUT TO:

PARRY and JACK.

PARRY:

COME ON!!!

PARRY runs O.C. in the direction of the knight. JACK is not about

to follow, until he sees - PARRY run right into the intersection

and almost gets hit by a cab.

JACK:

Jesus.

JACK runs after him.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE CORNER Of FIFTH AVE. and 74TH. - DAY.

PARRY reaches where the RED KNIGHT stood and looks.

CUT TO:

THE RED KNIGHT riding onto the sidewalk and jumping over a stone

wall into Central Park.

CUT TO:

PARRY, as JACK reaches him.

JACK:

What is going o-

Before he can finish, PARRY is off again. JACK races after him.

THEY climb the wall and run into the park. THEY dodge past women

with strollers, runners, bikers, sun worshippers, etc....

THEY run deep into an extremely woody section of Central Park.

Trees and foliage surround them.

PARRY stops suddenly. Panting, JACK catches up.

JACK:

Oh...Oh...Oh God...I'm dying.

I can't breath and I'm dying.

PARRY:

Ssshhh.

HE looks around - past the trees, as if trying to see through

them - but sees nothing.

PARRY:

He's gone.

JACK:

(HE'S had it!)

WHO! WHO'S GONE?!! WHO HAVE WE BEEN

CHASING!?? CAN I ASK THIS QUESTION NOW!!!

PARRY:

I'm sorry Jack. I thought you saw him.

JACK:

SAW WHO!!?

PARRY:

(excited)

The Red Knight! The horse! I finally saw him!

JACK'S face fades into disappointment. HE heads through the

trees to the road, as he talks; PARRY follows.

JACK:

That's it! I gave you the money you

want to keep it fine, you want

to give it away - fine.

(looks up to the heavens)

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW, I DID

GIVE HIM THE MONEY! O.K.! ARE WE CLEAR?!

At that moment, a BUSINESSMAN walking down the road witnesses

JACK'S declaration to empty air. PARRY gets embarassed.

PARRY:

(whispers)

Jack, who are you talking to?

(he looks around)

Are THEY here?

JACK looks at him with murder in his eyes.

JACK:

Who?

(sarcastic)

The Little Persons?

PARRY:

(nods)

Can you hear them now?

JACK:

(patronizing him)

Yeah, I hear them. And they're

saying to me "Jack, go unto the

liquor store and findeth the Jack

of Daniels that ye may be

shitfaced. DOOLANG...DOOLANG..."

PARRY:

(hearing something else)

Do you hear THAT?

Frustrated, JACK turns to leave but this time there is a sound -

someone is crying. Someone close by. PARRY follows the cries

OC.

JACK:

This is too hard.

A reluctant JACK follows him.

CUT TO:

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - DAY

The park's bridle path. A BEATEN MAN cries as he sits in the

middle of the bridle path - mumbling to himself incoherently.

HE is drunk. His manner and voice portray him as a gay man at

the end of his rope. There are cuts above his forehead. His

leather jacket and jeans are covered with stains. PARRY kneels

beside him.

GAY BUM:

GET AWAY! I WANNA GO! I WANNA

GO NOW!

PARRY:

Hey...Come on, we'll help you up.

You can't sit here.

GAY BUM:

NO! I want a debutante on a horse

to step on me.

JACK:

(wanting to leave)

Parry...

PARRY:

Buddy, the days of the debutantes

are...not what they used to be.

GAY BUM:

(starts to cry)

Isn't that awful? Poor Brenda

Frazier. Poor Little Gloria.

They ruined them! THEY ATE THEM

ALIVE!

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