Pi Page #4

MAX:

Ahh...

Max walks back into the

MAIN ROOM:

and sits down in a chair. The lamp is blinding so he

snaps it off. Only the bathroom light lights the room. He

takes a few breaths.

MAX:

Leave me alone.

His neighbors conversation begins to build in volume

and distortion.

FARROUHK (O.S.)

So I drop them off in the

Village and they dart.

DEVI (O.S.)

Oh God...

Max gags and rubs his head.

FARROUHK (O.S.)

I get out, grab my bat and

start running. One of the kids,

maybe sixteen, I catch a block

later he's cursing at me, calling

me a Paki bastard. So I whacked him,

right in the head.

DEVI (O.S.)

Farrouhk!

The pain seems to disappear. Max looks at his hand that was

rubbing his bead.

Then he looks at the front door. The doorknob seems to

move.

Something begins knocking on Max's door. The knocking gets

louder and louder then the locks begin to unlock.

FARROUHK's words begin to overpower Max.

FARROUHK (O.S.)

I'm kicking the bastard in the

ribs banging his ass, knocking his

head against the curb, harder

and harder, I f***ing lost

it. A hot dog guy starts

screaming "You're cracking his

skull, you're cracking his

skull." So they pulled me off

of him and calmed me down.

Cops said he had it coming to

him.

Then something starts pounding the door. The doorknob quivers,

the locks unbolt. The chains are the only thing keeping out

the intruder. The door shakes and the chains are strained.

MAX is paralyzed with terror.

MAX:

No! No!

And then the door smashes open. Blinding light fills the room

and we crash into the

BLINDING WHITE VOID

A moment of silence, then we

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - DAWN

A phone rings incessantly. Max's eyes pop open. He's scrunched

up in a corner of the room, squashed beneath the sink.

His nose is bleeding.

Max, crawls into the

MAIN ROOM:

and picks up the phone. He pinches his nose and tilts his head

back.

MARCY DAWSON:

Mr. Cohen. Marcy

Dawson here again I was just

looking over my schedule and

I realized I'll be in your

neighborhood tomorrow around

three.

Max heads to the

FRONT DOOR:

and checks the locks. He is barely listening to Marcy

MAX:

(Groggy)

Who is...

The locks seem secure.

MARCY DAWSON:

Marcy Dawson from

Lancet-Percy I'm so anxious

to meet you. It will be worth

it—for both of us I promise.

See you at your house at

three, okay?

MAX:

My house...how do...

MARCY DAWSON:

Oh, don't worry,

I got your address from

Columbia. So three it is.

Looking forward to it.

Max tries to stop her but, before he can Marcy hangs up.

A bewildered Max slowly hangs up.

MAX:

Damn.

Max checks the peephole - all clear.

Then, he opens his -

CLOSET:

which is filled with random computer parts and boxes.

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