The Beach Page #4
ETIENNE:
It was ridiculous; all this at three
o'clock in the morning.
RICHARD:
It would be nice though, if there was a
place like that. You know, that no one
could get to.
ETIENNE:
Of course, but look; all these people. If
that place existed, they'd all be there.
INT. TRAVEL AGENT'S. DAY
On a large board are details, photographs and prices of
various standard excursions. A Thai TRAVEL AGENT reels them
off at great speed.
TRAVEL AGENT:
Nakhon - Pathom - Phra Ptahom Chedi -
Damnoen Sadual floating market - eight
hundred baht. Kanchanburi - Erwan national
Park Phrathat Cave, huang Khamin Falls -
six hundred baht. Nam Tok, hellfire Pass,
Three Pagodas, Sai Yok National Park -
fifteen hundred baht. Bang Pa In Royal
Palace, Ayatthaya, Wat Phra Manhathat,
Wat Raburna - one thousand baht. What do
you want?
Richard studies the board but is not excited.
RICHARD:
Twenty Marlboro light, please.
Instantly the Travel Agent produces the packet of cigarettes
from a shelf and lays them on the counter.
Richard lights up and looks around.
He looks through the tapes at a stall.
INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR. DAY
Richard walks along the corridor towards his room, his new
tape playing on his walkman.
On his door, a folded sheet of paper is attached with a pin.
Richard lifts it off and unfolds it.
It is a detailed and carefully drawn map of a cluster of
islands. Some are named. One is unnamed. On it, some features
are marked; hills, forest, river and a letter X.
In the corner it reads "X = beach".
Richard switches his Walkman off.
He studies the map then walks to Daffy's door and knocks.
No reply.
Richard twists the handle and pushes gently. The door opens.
INT DAFFY'S ROOM. DAY.
The room is dim, be even so the blood can be seen sprayed
and smeared around the walls, sheets and floor.
There is no sign of Daffy.
Richard treads carefully, avoiding the pools of blood on the
floor.
He reaches the other side of the room. There, wedged in the
narrow gap between bed and wall, is Daffy's corpse. His
wrists have been cut.
Richard studies the map again.
RICHARD (V.O.)
You hope and you dream, but you never
believe that something's going to happen
for you, not like it does in the movies.
And when it does, you sort of expect it
to feel different. More visceral. More
real. Like IMAX maybe. I was waiting for
it to hit me, but it didn't. And just for
the record, I never did get my ten
dollars back.
Richard switches his walkman back on.
INT. POLICE STATION. DAY.
In an office, two policemen, one in UNIFORM and the other
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