Conspiracy Theory
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 135 min
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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 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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