Foxcatcher Page #4

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INT. UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN GYM - DAY

Mark exits the locker room in his wrestling gear, heading for

the MATS.

Dave’s in his wrestling gear, on the far side of the gym,

talking with TWO MIDDLE-AGED MEN in blazers with USA

WRESTLING INSIGNIA. Mark walks onto the mat, waits for him.

Dave and the two men see Mark, WAVE to him - but Mark

pretends not to notice, busies himself loosening his wrists,

hands, neck. Dave walks over to him.

DAVE:

You remember Fred Cole from USA

Wrestling.

The men walk up behind Dave.

FRED COLE:

Hey there, Mark, how you been?

Mark sort of nods, but doesn’t really respond.

FRED COLE (CONT’D)

(beat, then turns to Dave)

All right, Dave. Let us know if we

can count on you. We’ll talk soon.

Dave nods. They walk away. Then Dave turns back to Mark.

MARK:

You been calling me and hanging up?

DAVE:

(adjusting his knee brace)

No. What do you mean?

Mark doesn’t answer, just stands looking at him. For several

seconds, they look at each other. Then, slowly at first:

They start to circle each other. We sense immediately their

differences:
Dave’s hunched and not very muscular physique

belies his quickness and enormous strength.

11.

Mark’s defining characteristic is brute force. A weight class

heavier than Dave, he can NEVER SEEM TO BEAT HIS OLDER

BROTHER.

The wrestling becomes intense and violent - Mark’s head slams

into Dave’s nose, drawing BLOOD. This only energizes Dave,

who slams Mark to the mat - dripping blood onto him.

VARIOUS SHOTS of the increasingly brutal match, ending with:

Dave rides Mark, who’s on his stomach, flattened and splayed -

grappling for a hold. Mark glances up to SEE:

The USA Wrestling men WATCHING from near the door.

Mark looks away, gritting his teeth, but Dave’s gotten his

hold. As Dave TURNS and slams the bigger Mark

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INT. DAVE’S CAR/OUTSIDE MARK’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Mark looks out the window. Silence. They sit there, both

bruised and bloodied.

MARK:

Sorry about your nose.

DAVE:

No, you’re not.

(beat)

Come by the house, have dinner with

me and Nance and the kids.

Mark’s still looking out the window. He speaks quietly

MARK:

You win a gold medal for them. And

still. Nothing. No respect.

He reaches for the door handle.

DAVE:

Hey. Gimme a hug.

Dave reaches for his arm, and Mark folds automatically into

his older brother, puts his head on his chest. Dave embraces

him for several long moments - it’s like a father and his

young child. Then Dave smacks him on the back of the neck.

DAVE (CONT’D)

Same time tomorrow.

12.

Mark nods, gets out of the car and walks away.

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