Grosse Pointe Blank Page #7

MARTIN'S P.O.V./SCOPE - WINDOW #1

Of a DOORMAN opening the door for a group of five men in

suits. Four BODYGUARDS form a perimeter around the fifth

man, a mall, avuncular figure in his forties dressed in

Saville Row finery.

MARTIN:

Takes a step back into the shadows of the room, and raises

the rifle toward Window #2.

MARTIN'S P.O.V./SCOPE - WINDOW #2

of an empty street. The bicycle messenger flashes past.

MARTIN:

concentrating, tracks the path of the Messenger, leading him

left to right across the blind spot of the hotel room wall

between Window #2 and Window #1.

STREET:

the bicycle Messenger bears down on the group of men, drawing

a Mac-10 submachine gun from his bag. The group see him--

just as Martin's sniper FIRE explodes the Messenger's chest.

Two of the Bodyguards collapse onto their boss. The other

two open fire on the Messenger as he wipes out horribly into

a parked car in front of them.

MARTIN:

withdraws from the window, and picks up the phone again and

begins to break down the rifle.

MARTIN:

Sorry Tom. But look, I know it's the

playoffs. That's why I'm offering a

thousand dollars for one seat...

Martin listens patiently as he works.

EXT. STREET - SAME - INTERCUT

DOORMAN'S HANDS

unbuttoning his double-breasted long coat.

MARTIN:

just finishes packing.

MARTIN:

...Well let me ask you, Tom. What do

I have to do to get courtside tickets

for the Knicks...?

STREET:

The two bodyguards kick at the Messenger's body. The other

two begin to move off of their boss, who rises cowering. The

Doorman stands behind it all, unbuttoning his coat.

DOORMAN:

a tall, dark, sharp-featured man in his forties, wearing a

handlebar moustache. He moves toward the group of men as he

flips open his coat back over two huge chrome .44 Magnum

Charthouse Bulldog revolvers and OPENS FIRE on them.

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