The Death Artist Page #2

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WALTER:

I liked it very much Mr. Brock.

I liked it very much.

MAXWELL:

(condescending)

Well I'm overjoyed.

WALTER:

"Let them die, and by their miserable

death become the clay in his hands,

that he might form an ashtray or an

ark -"

Carla looks at Walter -

CARLA:

That's word for word.

MAXWELL:

Is it? I've forgotten.

MAYOLIA:

You mean you don't remember your

own poem?

MAXWELL:

I refuse to say anything twice -

repetition is death!

CHARLIE:

What do you mean?

MAXWELL:

When you repeat something, you

are reliving a moment, wasting

it, looking at a shed skin - I

only want new impression, new

sensations -

WALTER:

I thought you believed that life

is a homeless traveler riding on

the RTD of -

MAXWELL:

(interrupting)

I know that - I know that! I also

believe in burning the creative

candle, you understand, down to

the end - to be uncreative you

might as well be dead...a walking

machine, toiling in a factory!

WALTER:

I worked in one of them. Back in

Alaska.

(smiles meekly)

The people at the table look at Walter, then laugh

cynically -

In the background, Leonard glares at Walter -

CARLA:

Walter, Leonard's looking at you

again.

Walter grabs up a cup and saucer off the table, almost spilling the

contents before heading off -

CHARLIE:

That guy's a class-A cracker.

MAXWELL:

Walter's got a clear mind. Probably

something will enter it, feel lonely,

and leave again...

Everyone at the table laughs weakly -

At another table two eccentrically dressed ARTISTS, CUFF and LINK,

talk to an upscale older couple - Cuff has a series of MATTED

PHOTOGRAPHS in his hand -

OLDER MAN:

I've heard you can find some

cutting edge pieces here if you

keep an eye out -

OLDER WOMAN:

I'd like to find something for

our den, something unusual -

CUFF:

Well maybe these works might

interest you -

Cuff shows the woman the photographs - she reacts to them with

disdain -

POV they are pictures of various ROAD KILLS - squirrels, skunks,

possums -

CUFF:

It's our road kill series. I take

the pictures.

LINK:

(proudly)

I do the research.

The woman hands back the photographs -

OLDER WOMAN:

Not quite what I was looking for.

OLDER MAN:

Yes, we're interested in something

with some investment potential -

CUFF:

Hey, this is no supermarket,

there are no aisles, it's all

in the attitude -

Walter approaches -

LINK:

Yeah that's a dead soul way to

look at it -

OLDER WOMAN:

Nonsense. We have developed many

a rapport with struggling artists -

we're very supportive -

WALTER:

"All that is comes through the eye

of the artist - the rest are blind

fish, swimming in the cave of

aloneness."

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