Being John Malkovich Page #3

CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE BUILDING LOBBY - DAY

Craig. in sport coat and tie, studies the business listings

board. He finds LesterCorp, and sees that it is located on

floor 7 1/2. Craig presses the elevator button and waits.

Another man comes and waits next to him. The doors open,

and Craig and the other man get in.

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INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS

The other man presses "9." Craig studies the buttons. There

is no "7 1/2."

WOMAN #1

Seven and a half, right?

CRAIG:

Uh. yeah.

WOMAN #1

I'll take you through it.

The man picks up a crowbar leaning in the corner. He

watches the floor numbers light up in succession. After

"7" and before "8", the man hits the emergency stop button.

The elevator slams to a halt. The man pries open the doors

with the crowbar. Revealed is a standard office building

hallway, except that from floor to ceiling it is only about

four feet high. Everything is scaled down accordingly.

The number on the wall across from the elevator is 7 1/2.

WOMAN #1

Seven and a half.

CRAIG:

Thank you.

Craig climbs out onto the 7 1/2 floor.

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INT. SEVEN AND A HALF FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

Craig, hunched-over, makes his way down the hallway

looking for LesterCorp. He passes a hunched-over man

walking in the other direction. They nod to each other.

Craig finds a door marked "LesterCorp - Meeting America's

Filing Needs Since 1922." He enters.

CUT TO:

INT. LESTERCORP RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS

All furniture is scaled down to fit into this low-ceilinged

space. A few other short men sit reading tiny magazines.

Craig approaches Floris, the receptionist.

FLORIS:

Welcome to LesterCorp. May we meet

your filing needs?

CRAIG:

No, uh, my name is Craig Schwartz.

I have an interview with Mr. Lester.

FLORIS:

Please have a seat, Mr. Juarez...

CRAIG:

Schwartz.

FLORIS:

Pardon?

CRAIG:

Schwartz.

FLORIS:

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have no idea

what you're saying right now.

CRAIG:

My name is Schwartz.

FLORIS:

Money, Miss Warts?

CRAIG:

Forget it.

Craig takes a seat next to the other applicants.

FLORIS:

(calling across the room)

Fork ah did?

The intercom buzzes. Floris picks it up.

FLORIS:

(to Craig)

Mr. Juarez?

CRAIG:

Yes?

FLORIS:

Yex?

CRAIG:

I said "yes."

FLORIS:

You suggest what? I have no time for

piddling suggestions from mumbling job

applicants, my good man. Besides, Dr.

Lester will see you now. I think

that's what he said.

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