Taxi Driver Page #3

GRUNTS, GROANS coming from back seat. HOOKER and JOHN going

at it in back seat. He's having a hard time and she's

probably trying to get him to come off manually.

JOHN (O.S.)

Oh baby, baby.

PROSTITUTE (O.S.)

(forceful)

Come on.

8.

TRAVIS stares blankly ahead.

CUT TO:

TRAVIS' APARTMENT. CAMERA PANS SILENTLY across INT. room,

indicating this is not a new scene.

TRAVIS is sitting at plain table writing. He wears shirt,

jeans, boots. An unfiltered cigarette rests in a bent

coffee can ash tray.

CLOSE UP of notebook. It is a plain lined dimestore notebook

and the words TRAVIS is writing with a stubby pencil are

those he is saying. The columns are straight, disciplined.

Some of the writing is in pencil, some in ink. The

handwriting is jagged.

CAMERA continues to PAN, examining TRAVIS' apartment. It is

unusual, to say the least:

A ratty old mattress is thrown against one wall. The floor

is littered with old newspapers, worn and unfolded streets

maps and pornography. The pornography is of the sort that

looks cheap but costs $10 a threw - black and white photos

of naked women tied and gagged with black leather straps and

clothesline. There is no furniture other than the rickety

chair and table. A beat-up portable TV rests on an upright

melon crate. The red silk mass in another corner looks like

a Vietnamese flag. Indecipherable words, figures, numbers

are scribbled on the plain plaster walls. Ragged black wires

dangle from the wall where the telephone once hung.

TRAVIS (V.O.)

They're all animals anyway. All the

animals come out at night: Whores,

skunk pussies, buggers, queens,

fairies, dopers, junkies, sick,

venal.

(a beat)

Someday a real rain will come and

wash all this scum off the streets.

It's EARLY MORNING: 6 a.m. The air is clean and fresh and

the streets nearly deserted.

EXT. of TAXI GARAGE. TRAVIS' taxi pulls into the driveway.

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