Fight Club Page #4

SPEAKER:

I... wanted three kids. Two boys and

a girl. Mindy wanted two girls and

one boy. We never could agree on

anything.

The Speaker cracks a sad smile. Some men chuckle, happy to

lighten the mood.

SPEAKER:

Well, she had her first child a month

ago, a girl, with her new husband...

And, Thank God. I'm glad for her,

because she deserves...

The speaker breaks down, WEEPS UNCONTROLLABLY.

Jack watches. A couple of the men go up to the speaker,

comforting him, leading him away. A LEADER takes the stand.

LEADER:

Everyone, let's thank Thomas for

sharing himself with us.

Jack, uncomfortable, joins EVERYONE ELSE:

EVERYONE:

(in unison)

Thank you, Thomas.

LEADER:

I look around this room and I see a

lot of courage. And it gives me

strength. We give each other

strength.

Jack looks around. Many of the men are sniffling, sobbing.

Jack squirms in his seat.

LEADER:

It's time for the one-on-one. Let's

follow Thomas's example and open

ourselves.

Everyone gets out of their chairs and begins pairing-off.

Jack stands, uncomfortable.

LEADER:

Can everyone find a partner?

Bob, his chin down on his chest, starts toward Jack,

shuffling his feet.

JACK (V.O.)

The big moosie, his eyes already

shrink-wrapped in tears. Knees

together, invisible steps.

Bob takes Jack into an embrace.

JACK (V.O.)

Bob was a champion bodybuilder. You

know that chest expansion program you

see on TV? That was his idea.

BOB:

...using steroids. I was a juicer.

Diabonol, then, Wisterol -- it's for

racehorses, for Christsake. Now I'm

bankrupt, divorced, my two grown kids

won't return my calls...

JACK (V.O.)

Strangers with this kind of honesty

make me go a big rubbery one.

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