The Fisher King Page #3

JACK:

You know, tomorrow's a very big

day for me...And it would be nice

if you acted like you understood.

SONDRA:

Fine. I'll say no.

JACK:

It IS my first day of taping,

Sondra.

SONDRA (O.C.)

Fine.

JACK:

(looking at script;

sincere, vulnerable)

First time in my life I'll be a

voice with a body. Do you know

what that means? What this could

lead to?

SONDRA:

(unsnapping her bra in

the front)

Jack, it's a sitcom - you're not

splitting the atom.

JACK:

I'll remember that the next time

you get excited over drawing pubic

hairs on raisin bran.

(lighting joint and

inhaling)

Want some?

SONDRA:

No, I have to work.

JACK:

How un-sixties of you.

SONDRA:

I was nine in the sixties.

JACK:

I used to think my biography would

be JACK LUCAS - THE FACE BEHIND

THE VOICE, but now it can be JACK

LUCAS, THE FACE AND THE VOICE...or

maybe just JACK - EXCLAMATION

POINT...

SONDRA slips off her panties. JACK eyes her butt as she crossed

into the bathroom. Feeling sexy, he rises and follows her.

SONDRA leans over and turns on the shower. The bathroom door

slams behind her. SHE turns quickly. JACK is standing there,

naked. Acting sexy, HE walks toward her as he flexes his chest

muscles - right, left, right, left...HE grabs her is his arms,

dips her over backwards and kisses her passionately. HE raises

her up.

SONDRA:

(unaffected)

Jack, I have work to do, too.

I just want to take a shower...

HE dips her again, kisses her, this time leaving her "dipped."

...Can't we do this later?...

JACK scoops her up in his arms.

...JACK!...What are you--

HE makes his way out of the bathroom, which is difficult -

considering it's small and cluttered as SONDRA has long legs.

When HE turns, SONDRA'S feet knock over their cosmetic shelf...

HE turns the other way, purposely smothering her head in the

towels. SONDRA can't help but laugh...

JACK:

(overly seductive)

I can't open the door, my darling.

SONDRA:

Well, you better open the door

- 'cause I'm not getting it in

a bathroom.

JACK:

Yes, my darling.

HE eases her down, keeping his arm around her, opens the door

and guides her out as he kisses her neck.

SONDRA:

You're a maniac.

JACK (O.C.)

(comically seductive)

You make me wet.

SONDRA (O.C.)

If we do this now, can I have

dinner with Raoul?

CUT TO:

INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

A MONTAGE OF JACK'S EVENING ALONE.

1 - JACK turns on his CD player and moves about the empty living

room, singing along with FRANK SINATRA: "IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS

OF THE MORNING." (THE SONG plays in BG to #4)

2 - JACK on the phone, struggling with a Chinese take-out order.

JACK:

No...I want one order beef with

baby peas...and two egg roll..ONE

ORDER BEEF. Is there anyone who

speaks English there...I'm sorry

but you're bumming me out - I want

one order BEEF WITH BABY PEAS...

and TWO egg roll...O.K...You

understand now? Jack Lucas...

Lucas...L - U -...L! L! L!...Like

in...Lichee nut! Lichee! Leper!

3 - JACK UNPLUGS HIS PHONE and picks up a copy of his script.

HE faces a full length mirror. HE throws the script down, takes

a dramatic breath, them plays to his reflection.

JACK:

"...I want my...

False start. JACK clears his throat, pauses, then tries

again...

...I want my orange cup with the

teddy bear."

4 - CAMERA PANS a bathroom floor - a brown paper bag, plate of

half-eaten Chinese food, a bottle of beer, into a bathtub where

JACK languishes in a bubble bath, browsing through a brochure

of FERRARIS - "oooooing" and "Aaahhhing" orgasmically at each

picture. The STEREO now PLAYS - BOB MARLEY'S, "IS THIS LOVE."

JACK suddenly closes the magazine and recites...

JACK:

"IwantMYorangecupWITHtheteddybear.

IwantmyORANGEcupwiththeteddybear.

IwantmyorangecupwiththeTEDDYbear."

(smiles)

You could burp these lines and

you'd be funny.

(sincere amazed

realization)

I have this. I have this.

(sinks into tub and

Whispers)

I really have this.

END OF MONTAGE:

CUT TO:

INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

ALARM CLOCK - it reads 11:15.

JACK tosses the script onto his night table and begins to rub

his head. The television on, but the volume off. A half-eaten

dessert sits beside him. HE suddenly notices an 8x1O glossy

of himself broadcast on the TV. Confused, JACK picks up his

remote and raises the volume.

TELEVISION - A NEWS BROADCAST: a REPORTER in mid-report.

REPORTER:

...suggested that Mr. Malnick

return to the scene of his initial

meeting...

CUT TO:

EXT. THE SIDE BAR - NIGHT

REPORTER (V.O.)

An after work hot spot, the Side

Bar...is popular with single young

professionals. Edwin Malnick

arrived at the peak hour of 7:15,

took a long look at the handsome

collection of the city's best and

brightest - then removed a shotgun

from his overcoat and opened fire.

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