Lord of Illusions Page #5
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- Year:
- 1995
- 109 min
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NIX:
F*** you, Swann! F*** you!
Now the second piece, over his MOUTH.
NIX:
Sw�
He's silenced. The piece screws itself into-his head, like
the first. And now comes the third and final piece: over
the nose and into the ears. Again, it screws itself into
place.
Swann has done all he can. He retreats from Nix's body, as
it continues to convulse. We go from face to ashen face, as
each man and woman watches and waits. Why won't he die?
And now, at last the violence of Nix's death-throes
diminishes. Nix's body bends like a bow, arching off the
ground, and with one last, terrible spasm, he dies.
GIRL:
(quietly)
Is it finished?
SWANN:
It's finished.
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - PASSAGEWAY - DAY
The Cultists' faces slacken, as though some mental hold Nix
had upon them has disappeared. Then they start to retreat,
their confidence and courage gone.
Pimm steps into the Sanctum.
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - SANCTUM - DAY
The five assassins, including the Girl, stand around Nix's
body. Swann has his arm around the Girl.
PIMM:
Dead?
QUAID:
Dead.
PIMM:
What now?
SWANN:
We bury him so deep no one will
ever find him.
CUT TO:
EXT. NIX'S .HOUSE - WIDE SHOT - DUSK
The wind has died away. It's eerily calm. Butterfield
dashes towards camera, then halts.
HE LOOKS BACK, as Nix's killers load his huge, limp CORPSE
into the back of Murray Pimm's bus.
ON Butterfield. He watches, with a feral look on his face.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
EXT. LOS ANGELES - MONTAGE - DAY
The city looks magical in the spring light, its palms and
gleaming towers, its rivers of sun-baked traffic, evoking
some fantastical metropolis. This, for all its smog and
congestion, is a city of exoticism and enchantments.
ON SCREEN, the words: "LOS ANGELES - THIRTEEN YEARS LATER"
The facade of this small HOTEL off Hollywood Boulevard needs
a lick of paint, and the neon sign is blinking fitfully, but
it has a certain charm.
INT. STARDUST HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY
A large deteriorating mural of Hollywoodland, depicting a
host of 50's movie stars, dominates the lobby.
At the front desk - with his back to us at present - stands
HARRY D'AMOUR. He is having difficulty getting the pretty
but vacant BLONDE at the reception desk to comprehend his
name.
BLONDE GIRL:
How'd you spell that again?
HARRY:
D.A.M.O.U.R. D'Amour. Harry
D'Amour.
BLONDE GIRL:
D'Amour.
HARRY:
Right.
BLONDE GIRL:
Isn't that French for something?
ON THE BELLBOY, approaching Harry from the front door.
BELLBOY:
Mister D'Amour?
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