Killing Zoe Page #6

Eric's Citroen screeches around the corner on it's way past

the Pantheon and into the heart of the fifth Arrondissment.

INT. ERIC'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

Eric and Zed are driving through the streets of Paris in

Eric's car. The grooving Ryuichi Sakamoto song "Triste" is

playing on the radio.

ERIC:

I'm glad you came. How long has it been?

ZED:

Years.

ERIC:

It's amazing, you know? Here you are.

One day in America. Now here.

ZED:

Well, to be honest there really wasn't

much happening for me in the states.

ERIC:

But in Paris your old friend Eric has a

job for you, so you came. That's good.

ZED:

How could I resist your invitation?

ERIC:

You would have been stupid to.

ZED:

So what have you been doing here?

ERIC:

After school I spent some time in Algeria

studying African philosophy. And then I

bummed around. You know. For fun. For

a while I worked at Le Figaro. The

newspaper.

ZED:

Really?

ERIC:

Yes. With an assumed Masters degree.

And lately we have just been bombing

fascists here in Paris. You know, like

terrorists.

Zed looks over at him.

ERIC:

It's fun.

CUT TO:

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - OUTER STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Eric and Zed walk up the stairs to the fifth floor where

Eric's flat is. On the top landing there is a dead cat

laying. Zed and Eric notice the cat as Eric is opening the

door.

There is also a telephone coming out of the neighbors door.

ERIC:

The people next door are on holiday. We

took their phone. If you want to make a

long distance call, go ahead.

ZED:

Is that cat dead?

ERIC:

I don't know. I think it's asleep but

it's been there for days.

Eric gives it a kick. No response.

ERIC:

I guess it is dead.

They walk into the flat.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Eric's flat consists of a good sized living room area with a

connected kitchen and a small bedroom in the back. In the

front of the living room there is a small balcony where the

sounds of the city pour in. The room itself is a general

mess. A bunch of guns are piled in one corner of the floor.

Hung up on the wall is a huge, French "Dressed To Kill"

poster.

Some Brazilian Gilberto/Getz music is playing.

Sitting at the table playing cards are three men: FRANCOIS,

RICARDO, and JEAN.

Sitting on the couch rolling a cigarette with hash is CLAUDE

and OLIVER.

They all turn as Zed and Eric walk in.

ERIC:

Hello.

They all return the greeting.

ERIC:

(to Zed)

Okay. This is Francois, Ricardo, Jean,

Oliver, and Claude. Got it?

ZED:

I will.

ERIC:

They all know who you are.

(to the rest of them)

Ne soyez pa salauds. Offrez une biere au

plus grand perceur de coffres.

Oliver stands up and walks to the kitchen.

OLIVER:

(with an English accent)

Zed, would you like a beer?

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