The Fisher King Page #27

WE INTERCUT the following BUILD OF IMAGES with PARRY, THE RED KNI

and THE PEOPLE ON THE STREET:

PARRY'S WIFE PLAYFULLY WAKING HIM UP IN BED.

- THE DOORS OF A FUNERAL CHAPEL CLOSING

- PARRY AND HIS WIFE MAKING LOVE.

- PARRY AND HIS WIFE MAKING LOVE. THIS TIME WE SEE PARRY'S

EXPRESSION AS HE HOLDS HER - SO FULL OF LOVE.

- THE DOORS OF A FUNERAL CHAPEL CLOSING.

CUT TO:

WIDE ANGLE - EXT. EAST RIVER PROMENADE - NIGHT

PARRY has run all the way to the promenade along the river.

PARRY:

NOOOOOOOO!...COME ON!...WHERE ARE

YOU!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!

(softer; dropping to

his knees)

Where are you...

CUT TO:

EXT. THE END OF THE PROMENADE - NIGHT.

THE TWO JUVENILE DELIQUENTS, LEATHER AND WINDBREAKER, come

strutting down the promenade, in SLOW MOTION.

PARRY looks toward them, as if surrendering.

CUT TO:

HIS POV:

THE TWO YOUTHS ARE BEING LEAD BY THE RED KNIGHT ON HIS HORSE.

PARRY, tear-stained face, rises to meet them. THE YOUTHS reach

PARRY and surround him. LEATHER flicks open a switchblade.

LEATHER:

...We're tired of looking at you

people...

PARRY looks at him. HE stands before them, surrendering to his

fate.

CUT TO:

PARRY'S POV

The RED KNIGHT is pointing a sword at him in front of LEATHER

with the switchblade. HE slashes PARRY chest AS WE-

CUT TO:

WIDE ANGLE OF PROMENADE

PARRY sinks to his knees... The YOUTHS close in around him.

CUT TO:

INT. ANNE'S APARTMENT - SAME TIME.

Outside the bathroom door, we hear the toilet flush. ANNE exits

in an imitation silk kimono, feeling very much the satisfied

woman. SHE crosses into the living room and finds JACK, on the

floor with his box of radio tapes, feverishly organizing himself.

ANNE crouches down behind him, wraps her arms around his

shoulders and kisses his neck.

ANNE:

Whatcha doin?

JACK:

I'm trying to get these in to some order.

I'm going to call a few agents tomorrow.

Make some appointments.

ANNE:

(excited)

Really? Oh Jack, that's terrific.

JACK:

Yeah...I...

(stops to tell her)

I feel real good Anne. I don't know, I

... feel good and I feel ready.

(laughs)

I don't know how else to say it.

ANNE:

No, no, I understand....God,

I think it's great.

(she kisses him)

It's so good to see you like this.

(JACK continues to organize)

Ya know, I'm thinkin - with another

income coming in, I would love to

get a bigger place.

JACK:

Huh?

ANNE:

I don't want to rush things - you

have to get a job first, but I'm

so sure that's gonna happen I'm not

even thinking about it.

JACK realizes what she's saying and stops organizing.

ANNE:

... But, I would love to start looking at least.

You know, maybe a two bedroom or even,

maybe the top floor of a house - like

in Brooklyn or Staten Island...

JACK looks at her, not knowing what to say.

..What?..You don't want to commute?

JACK:

No, it's not-...Come here...

HE turns her around and cuddles her up in his arms, with her

back to him.

JACK:

You're an incredible woman Anne-

ANNE breaks away suddenly and looks at him, sternly.

JACK:

What?

ANNE:

"I'm an incredible woman?" What is

this, a death sentence?

JACK:

No, I ... I just want to talk about it.

ANNE:

(aware and suspicious)

You want to talk? Come on, Jack...

Did I cross the line by mentioning

the future or what?

JACK:

No..it's just...

ANNE shifts her body to face him directly.

....Listen, alot has happened and

I think it would be a good thing

if we slowed things down a little.

ANNE:

Slowed things down? Where have I been?

Have we been going fast!?

JACK:

Right now, I'm just not sure about things.

ANNE:

What things!?

JACK:

Will you let me talk!...It's been.

a real...difficult time for me...

The past year or so...And now, for the

first time, I feel like I'm above

water. I feel like I know alot

more than I did, and I want the

time to make the right choices.

And...I think that maybe...I

need to be alone for awhile.

ANNE is speechless - for the moment.

JACK:

I need to clear my head, Anne.

Like I said, I feel

like I know alot more now and-

ANNE:

(interrupts)

First of all, let me tell you something-

you don't know sh*t. Second of all,

what time? What time do you need?

What have we been doing here, except

TIME? Have I ever...ever pressured you!

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