hand gun into the hollow of Lachaise몶s
cheek.
BOND
The name?
LACHAISE
I can몶t tell you...
(Bond cocks the gun)
Alright, alright! But you must protect
me!
And he freezes. The handle of a THROWING KNIFE is sticking
out of his neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.
Bond rushes to the window...
EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - GENEVA - D
hands are folded expectantly in his lap. Despite the obvious heat, he looks very cool.
The man facing him is lean, hollow cheeked and dressed in gray. Detached and efficient, he looks like a cop or an accountant. His name is HOLDEN and hes all business, except for the sweat on his face.
The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junk are stacked neatly against the walls. Two large fans whir ab
hand if your brothers a homo!
- Till death do us part...
- Get out of my room!
- Mom!
Stupid! Anybody ever hear
of privacy around here?!
- I swear
- Youre the homo.
Jamie!
Yeah, I signed
your yearbook.
You feel the same
way about me?
You want a kiss?
Jamie,
I signed your yearbook.
Jamie,
Im opening your gate.
Whats up, guys?
Class of 95.
Hey, whats up, Leon, Trevor?
Great season. Great.
I love
hands in Brooklyn.
JACK
Just spit it out, Augie.
AUGIE
Things are different, Jack. To these guys youre trouble, okay?
You know every statute on the law books by heart. But youve got
principles. And you got politics. And that aint how they want
to do things right now. This is a different union and theyre
scared of you.
JACK
What, of these?
AUGIE
Of your mouth, Jack. Please, take the money. Els
FIGHT CLUB
by
Jim Uhls
based on a novel by
Chuck Palahnuik
2/16/98
SCREEN BLACK
JACK (V.O.)
People were always asking me, did I
know Tyler Durden.
FADE IN:
INT. SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR OF HIGH RISE -- NIGHT
TYLER has one arm around Jacks shoulder; the other hand
holds a HANDGUN with the barrel lodged in JACKS MOUTH.
Tyler is sitting in Jacks lap.
They are both sweating and disheveled, both around
hands up
her calves as she does.
ANNIE
Besides, Id never sleep with a
player hitting under .250 unless
he had a lot of R.B.I.s or was a
great glove man up the middle.
(beat)
A womans got to have standards.
SHE HOLDS OUR HER LEGS DISPLAYING THE HEELS, side by side.
Like a little girl showing off her new shoes.
ANNIE
The young players start off full
of enthusiasm and energy but they
dont realize th
His is the only one still occupied, and it doesnt look that permanent. In the window is a cardboard, handwritten sign that reads "Kwans Shaolin Kung Fu". What remains visible behind the poster and the security grate is an IMPRESSION of people moving and milling around.
INT. WORKOUT AREA - SAME NIGHT
ESTABLISHING SHOT OF KWANS SHAOLIN KUNG FU SCHOOL.
The students are doing their own thing, and the
hand grips her shoulder from behind. We follow the hand down behind Catherine and discover a man crouched behind her, kissing her back.
Catherine is standing on a low mechanics platform and her skirt has been raised and hooked over the wings flap. She wears garters and stockings but no panties.
The man, handsome, cruel-looking, rises up behind her, enters her, kisses her neck. Catherine half clos
rub me"
and "lick me" and "suck me. "
Gotta wear a condom just
to listen to some of it.
Oh. Oh. No, no, no, no.
- Tell me this is not my truck.
- It is, insurance man. Beautiful, isnt it?
This truck has everything.
It has TVs in the floors and the headrest...
a Nike air bag, even new -inch rims
just approved for public use.
Not by me. The only thing I approved
was an eight-track.
Now, where is it
hand. In his late thirties, Nick has the sort of
quiet good looks that takes an extra glance to appreciate.
His Moe Ginsburg rent-a-tux is too tight, his ruffled
shirt, out of date; Nick could care less.
Two other players are still in the game. One of them is a
lithe DEBUTANTE surrounded by an entourage of giggling
friends and tuxedoed men. The pot is huge.
Nick flips two one hundred dollar chips