Grosse Pointe Blank Page #5

MARTIN:

Sometimes I am. Sometimes. It's only

natural.

DRIVER:

(laughs to himself at

this great truth)

It's only natural....

The Driver pauses for dramatic emphasis

DRIVER:

I been looking at you, and I've

decided that I want to share something

with you.

MARTIN:

Okay.

DRIVER:

Because your problem is you're bored.

And you have a very big mind.

(beat)

I am part of what I call a brain

syndicate.

No reaction from Martin.

DRIVER:

I am part of a network of minds, a

group of five people who are all

connected, over hundreds, even

thousands of miles, through the mind.

We can think with each other, think

for each other. I can be driving

somewhere, sleeping with a woman--

whatever it is-- and at the same

time be thinking a thought in someone

else's mind, far away. Running someone

else's brain.

MARTIN:

(indicates)

Up on the right.

DRIVER:

And when you think of it, it's not

so surprising that a small group of

people control the whole world, is

it?

INT. HOTEL ROOM, NEW YORK CITY - DAY

A sedate and well-appointed four-star suite on the Upper

East Side. Martin stands in front of one of the open windows

watching the canopied entrance of an elegant high-rise across

the street. He lifts an eye rinse cup to his eye and tilts

it back. A cellular phone RINGS, interrupting him. He moves

to the desk and draws one of three phones from his briefcase,

depresses a scrambler module, flips it open, and listens for

a moment.

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