The Death Artist Page #3
- Year:
- 2002
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The four people stare at Walter -
OLDER WOMAN:
That's very deep, and coming from a
bus boy too -
WALTER:
"Feed them that you will be satisfied -
the artist is, all others are not -"
OLDER MAN:
Where have I heard that before?
OLDER WOMAN:
Are you a poet also?
WALTER:
Uh...no. No I'm not.
OLDER MAN:
What do you do?
WALTER:
Well, uh, I'm...working, I've
been working on something, it's
not ready yet.
CUFF:
What is it, a crying clown?
WALTER:
Huh?!
LINK:
Walter must have bought himself
some crayons.
Leonard approaches, looking exasperated -
CUFF:
Get out of here, man. We're
negotiating a deal.
WALTER:
I am working on something! I'm
going to show you soon!
LEONARD:
Walter!
Leonard gets close to him -
LEONARD:
(under his breath)
You're starting to try my
patience!
Walter sheepishly heads off - the two artists laugh -
The older woman looks at Leonard -
OLDER WOMAN:
Is he, uh?...
LEONARD:
About to be out of a job.
Walter returns to Maxwell's table, where Carla, Mayolia, and Charlie
are still sitting - he gestures to some empty glasses -
WALTER:
Are you done with these?
MAXWELL:
Yes, get rid of them...
In the split second when no one is looking, Walter snatches up one
of Carla's head shots, keeping it under his tray, as he cleans up
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT JABBERJAW - NIGHT
Walter passes an alley where a group of THUGS hastily strips down a
EXT STREET - NIGHT
Walter walks the streets alone - soon he stops and looks ahead -
There is a PARKED CAR with the windows open - A COUPLE is making out
in the front seat -
Soon the man in the car, a mean-looking character spots Walter - the
two stop making out and the man stares at Walter -
MAN:
What are you looking at? You want
to get shot?
Walter's smile fades, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and
heads down the street, alone, inadvertently bumping into some
GARBAGE CANS -
EXT COURTYARD APARTMENTS - NIGHT
Walter unlocks a creaky iron gate covered with dead ivy -
EXT COURTYARD - NIGHT
As Walter heads in, he runs into MRS. SWICKER, the
landlady -
WALTER:
Oh, hello Mrs. Swicker.
MRS. SWICKER
Hello Walter. I want to tell
pipes and sealed up that hole in
your wall.
WALTER:
Oh, OK.
MRS. SWICKER
Walter you look awful pale!
What did you have to eat today?
WALTER:
I had a salami sandwich, Mrs. Swicker.
MRS. SWICKER
If you were my son...why don't you
let me fix you a nice hot bowl of
soup, it won't take but a minute.
WALTER:
Oh no, that's OK, I can fix myself
something. Besides, I got something
important to do...
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