The Fisher King Page #2

EDWIN (V.O.)

(defensive)

I wasn't really serious about her,

Jack. That was just a joke for

you guys...She was just a girl.

This is a woman. She wears pearls.

JACK & CREW (V.O.)

Aahhh.

EDWIN (V.O.)

I think she likes me...she gave

me her number, but she must work

a lot 'cause when I call she's

never home...But I think we'll

go out this weekend...I've -

JACK (V.O.)

Yeah, Edwin, SURE...and PINNOCHIO

is a true story...EDWIN! WAKE

UP! This is ANOTHER fairy tale.

EDWIN (V.O.)

No, Jack, no, it's not.

JACK (V.O.)

She gave you the brush off, kiddo.

How long ago did you meet?

EDWIN (V.O.)

Um...I think it's like two weeks

almost.

JACK (V.O.)

TWO WEEKS? And she's never home?

What, does she commute to Siagon

every day? Edwin, please...

EDWIN (V.O.)

(hurt)

JACK! She LIKES me. She said for

me to call.

MICHAEL MCDONALD (V.O.)

(sings)

"WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES...HE SEES.."

EDWIN (V.O.)

(over the song)

JACK!

JACK (V.O.)

I told you about those kind of

people, Edwin. They only mate

with their own kind. It's called

YUPPIE IN-BREEDING - that's why

so many of them are retarded and

wear the same clothes. You are

not their kind Edwin...They're

not human. They're evil, Edwin.

SLIGHT PAUSE, as EDWIN considers this.

EDWIN (V.O.)

(serious)

O.K., Jack.

END CREDITS:

CUT TO:

INT. RADIO STATION - 9:30 AM.

CAMERA PANS from a wall clock as JACK LUCAS winds up his

broadcast:

JACK LUCAS (O.C.)

Well, I'm gone. I'm outta here.

It's been a thrill, as always.

(false sincerity)

"Have a perfect day"...and

remember, bosses are just cruel

third graders who have grown up

and only pretended to be mature

so they could get jobs and be

cruel for money.

WE PAN several studio technicians making ready for the end of

the broadcast to the talk show host JACK LUCAS - handsome,

aggressive, intelligent - an underground media star.

JACK:

Everyone here on the Jack Lucas

Morning Show says bye.

CREW:

BYE!

THANKS FOR THE MEMORY plays.

JACK:

This is Jack Lucas...So long...

arriverderch...I'll be sure to

send you a thought as you struggle

through yet another eternal

nine-to-fiver...Yes, I will - as

I drive home in my limo...lay out

on my sun deck...have sex with

the teenager of my choice...And

that thought will be: Thank God

I'm me!

JACK:

(annoyed, to the room)

I want you all to know I'm getting

sick again and it's because

someone keeps forgetting to raise

the thermostat before I come in

here...My ass is freezing for the

first hour.

A TECHY makes mocking faces behind his back. Another TECHY

suppresses a laugh.

CUT TO:

INT. JACK'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON.

An expansive Tribeca loft. The modern, minimalist decor gives

it a sleek, cold feeling. A space full of angles and edges,

with no place to feel safe and sound.

CUT TO:

A BATHROOM MEDICINE CHEST -

The mirrored door closes revealing JACK'S reflection - his head

and body still wet from the shower. HE begins to towel himself

dry. HE take a good look at his handsome face in the mirror -

admiring every contour, every pore. HIS eyes light up with

satisfaction.

CUT TO:

KITCHEN AREA:

JACK'S GIRLFRIEND, SONDRA - an artist with a beautifully

sculptured face and body - sleek, cold, like JACK'S apartment,

there is no place to feel safe and sound. SHE is eating a bowl

of cereal, studying the cereal box. Beside her is a SKETCHPAD

with an ink drawing of a stalk of wheat (similar to the cereal

box) growing out of the belly button of a naked male-figure

who's torso/pelvis is shaped like a map of America. JACK

enters, toweling his hair.

SONDRA:

I know it's predictable but I've

decided to just go with it and

make his penis Florida.

JACK:

Can I ask that when you clean your

hands you wipe the ink off the

inside of the sink before it

stains the porcelain.

SONDRA:

You can ask.

JACK exits

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM AREA - SAME TIME

JACK'S hand picks up a television script entitled; "ON THE

RADIO" HE slides onto the bed with the script in his lap and

opens to the first page...HE closes the script and breathes a

sigh - leaning back against the pillow, holding the script to

his chest and closing his eyes as if he were making a wish.

SONDRA (O.C.)

Raoul called before. About dinner.

JACK quickly opens his eyes. SONDRA crosses to the wall of

closets and begins to undress.

JACK:

About dinner as a concept or about

dinner with...

(over-enunciating)

R A O U L?

SONDRA:

(deadpan)

You're so witty. I'm so jealous.

(BEAT)

I NEED to get out of here, Jack,

and do something other than sit

in this apartment and count how

many funny lines you have per

page.

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