Conspiracy Theory

FADE IN:

INT. MANHATTAN STREETS - CAB - DAY

Behind the wheel: JERRY FLETCHER. Flat-out handsome if

not for his eyes. Someone rash, someone making an

uninformed decision might call them crazy eyes. He stops

across from an apartment building, TOOTS his HORN.

IN DOORWAY:

A woman and a man, a CYNIC, appear. Jerry smiles as they

kiss goodnight. A bit of desperate passion. She watches

after him as he gets in the cab.

CYNIC:

Luxembourg Towers on 7th.

INT. CAB

Jerry nods, rolls out. The Cynic watches the door to

1257 close, then sighs. Jerry looks at him in the

rearview.

JERRY:

The sound of love.

CYNIC:

Excuse me?

Jerry exhales an exaggerated sigh.

JERRY:

That's love.

CYNIC:

Love? Love's just a pretty way of

saying, 'I want to sleep with

you'. Love is bullshit.

JERRY:

I live on tips, so don't be

offended, but you're a liar. I

saw you kiss. Admit it, this is

the street where love lives.

The Cynic looks back over his shoulder. Down love

street. As Jerry hangs a right, the Cynic faces forward.

JERRY:

Love gives you wings. It makes

you fly. I don't even call it

love. I call it Geronimo.

CYNIC:

Geronimo?

JERRY:

Geronimo. When you're really in

love, you'll jump. Off the top of

the Empire State. Screaming

'Geronimo' the whole way down.

CYNIC:

But you'll die. You'll squash

yourself. What's the point?

JERRY:

Aren't you listening, man? Love

gives you wings.

The Cynic just smiles, leans back.

CYNIC:

She must be some girl.

JERRY:

I love her so bad. She just...

wrecks me. I would die for her.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Jerry stops at a light. A road crew are at work ahead.

A white strobe light warns motorists that they're here.

CYNIC:

She feel the same about you?

Jerry can't take his eyes off the stroke. As he blinks.

JERRY:

I don't know.

FLASH CUT TO:

SUBJECTIVE POV:

Looking down as a man's arms are strapped to the arm of a

chair. The POV JERKING UP as the same is done with the

head. A kaleidoscope of flashing lights ahead, then

darkness as eyes are shut. They're forced open. We see

the reflection of blue eyes in glass as they're taped

open. As bright lights strobe...

BACK TO TAXI:

Jerry stares at the light, transfixed.

JERRY:

I never told her.

CYNIC:

Why the hell not?

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