jacket,
concealing the rig. Then a final touch. A little aftershave
from a tiny plastic vial.
Harry adjusts his bow-tie and strides confidently out of the
shadows, crossing quickly to the main house. He looks
ultrasharp in his black tux with the white silk cummerbund and
his hair slicked back. He enters the main house through a back
service entrance.
7 INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Harry strides through t
Marathon Man Script
Ill take that now, sir. Thank you.
- There you are, sir. - Thank you.
- Its the heater switch. - You told me that last week.
- You didnt leave it long enough. - Work on it now.
- You got an appointment? - What are you, a doctor?
The bakery workers strike continues with no bread for a week.
Unseasonable temperatures for New York...
Gotta change... Come on, start.
- ...with a hu
heater.
My fax machines gone psycho again.
Whats up?
Do you hate me?
Do you want me dead? A guy from Beverly Hills is going to sue me.
- You ruined his driveway? - Yes, we did.
- Like a prank? - No, Del.
Dont worry about it. Its my fault. Ill fix it on my own time.
When? Ted told me you havent finished the Malibu job yet.
You know what I think?
- No, what do you think? - Well have to put in more
jacket.
CLOSER
On Robert in the same position, only now we are in HIS HOME.
Its daytime, and his wife BARBARA is helping him into this
same jacket. As her hands dust the lint off his shoulders
we MATCH CUT TO:
4.
ROBERT
in the hotel rooms, making the same motions. Satisfied, he
straightens, then turns to look at himself.
OMITTED
ANGLE ON ROBERT
back at the hotel room window now. Reaches to the ta
jacket... A stocky man, with the edge of a
J.D. Salinger character, hes seen everything at least once.
But even he has lost some of his self-confidence, here,
turning his head, sensing the wind, a blast of Arabic music
that disappears behind him... Hes LOWELL BERGMAN. On the
other side of the man in the tired suit is a lanky Man with a
voltmeter around his neck, NORMAN.
EXT. THE BEQAA VALLEY, BAA