The Fisher King Page #3

EDWIN (V.O.)

Um...I think it's like two weeks

almost.

JACK (V.O.)

TWO WEEKS? And she's never home?

What, does she commute to Siagon

every day? Edwin, please...

EDWIN (V.O.)

(hurt)

JACK! She LIKES me. She said for

me to call.

MICHAEL MCDONALD (V.O.)

(sings)

"WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES...HE SEES.."

EDWIN (V.O.)

(over the song)

JACK!

JACK (V.O.)

I told you about those kind of

people, Edwin. They only mate

with their own kind. It's called

YUPPIE IN-BREEDING - that's why

so many of them are retarded and

wear the same clothes. You are

not their kind Edwin...They're

not human. They're evil, Edwin.

SLIGHT PAUSE, as EDWIN considers this.

EDWIN (V.O.)

(serious)

O.K., Jack.

END CREDITS:

CUT TO:

INT. RADIO STATION - 9:30 AM.

CAMERA PANS from a wall clock as JACK LUCAS winds up his

broadcast:

JACK LUCAS (O.C.)

Well, I'm gone. I'm outta here.

It's been a thrill, as always.

(false sincerity)

"Have a perfect day"...and

remember, bosses are just cruel

third graders who have grown up

and only pretended to be mature

so they could get jobs and be

cruel for money.

WE PAN several studio technicians making ready for the end of

the broadcast to the talk show host JACK LUCAS - handsome,

aggressive, intelligent - an underground media star.

JACK:

Everyone here on the Jack Lucas

Morning Show says bye.

CREW:

BYE!

THANKS FOR THE MEMORY plays.

JACK:

This is Jack Lucas...So long...

arriverderch...I'll be sure to

send you a thought as you struggle

through yet another eternal

nine-to-fiver...Yes, I will - as

I drive home in my limo...lay out

on my sun deck...have sex with

the teenager of my choice...And

that thought will be: Thank God

I'm me!

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