Grosse Pointe Blank Page #3

CLUB MEMBER #1

You open 'em up and there's the

sayings, stories, little bites of

insight. It's the P.P.P. Six Day

Week.

MARTIN:

So you eat-- read it everyday?

CLUB MEMBER #1

Yes.

MARTIN:

And these pan pizzas have opened up

the doors to heaven?

CLUB MEMBER #1

Correct.

(re:
the card)

That's for you. Keep it.

Sirens are getting louder, closer to the club.

EXT. COUNTRY CLUB - DAY

The source of the sirens are almost upon us. Martin walks

toward his rented Town Car as the VALET pulls it up. He meets

the Valet by the trunk, where he trades tip for keys.

MARTIN AT CAR:

He fishes out the laminated "Personal

Pan Power" card, looks at it, and

tosses it onto the ground. Police

cars, now visible in the distance,

wind into the long club driveway.

Martin gets into his car and pulls

away.

LAMINATED CARD:

As it lays on the asphalt. The wheel of a police car rolls

to a stop on it.

INT. AIRLINER - DAY

Martin sits in a first class seat, the tray table flipped

down. On the left side of the tray is a stack of magazines

of all kinds - Sports Illustrated, Mademoiselle, Wired,

Rolling Stone, National Review, Spin, National Geographic,

and on. He draws one off the top, and flips through it,

impassively taking in images and reading nothing. When he is

done with one, he discards it into the empty seat next to

him and draws another-- Martin's way of instantly and

massively uploading the world around him:

Toothless hockey player in triumph, Sony product parade,

crouched starving child with vulture in the background,

supermodel in suede, Tic Tacs, living former Presidents, arm

in arm, smiling, etc.

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