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<br/>  JACK
<br/> I deserve that. Anyway, I've... I've
<br/> only just realized
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> What?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I mean, the depth and breadth of our
<br/> relationship has only recently been
<br/> illuminated for me. I know this...
<br/> I know us hasn't been such a great
<br/> thing for you...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Whatever.
<br/> (to waiter)
<br/> I'll take my food to go...
<br/>
<br/> Marla's getting up to go, but Jack rises, fed up, takes her
<br/> by the arm, putting her back in her seat.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Sit down! Sit down and give me my
<br/> last fifteen seconds without opening
<br/> your mouth!
<br/>
<br/> Marla crosses her arms. Jack collects himself.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm trying to tell you -- and this is
<br/> where you have to trust me -- but, I
<br/> think your life might be in real
<br/> danger.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> What?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> You have to get out of here. Leave
<br/> as soon as possible. Go to any rural
<br/> town, away from any major city...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> You are an insane person.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Marla...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> No, no, shut up! I've had enough.
<br/> I tried, Tyler... I have tried...
<br/>
<br/> Marla's getting upset, tears coming to her eyes.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> There's a part of you I really like,
<br/> but I can't do this anymore. I just
<br/> can't. This is killing me...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm sorry, but I...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> What?! You're sorry? I don't
<br/> believe that for a minute.
<br/>
<br/> Marla gets up. Jack grabs for her, but she's gone, heading
<br/> for the door. Jack gathers his files, runs to follow...
<br/>
<br/> EXT. DINER - MOMESTS LATER
<br/>
<br/> Jack pushes out the door, files under one arm, catching up...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I can't explain. You wouldn't
<br/> believe me anyway. I'm trying to
<br/> protect you...
<br/>
<br/> Jack grabs her arm, tries to hail a TAXI, but the taxi races
<br/> past. Marla pulls free, screaming at him...,
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Let go of me!
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Do this for me, Marla. Do this for
<br/> me, if you never do anything else...
<br/>
<br/> Jack spots a BUS idling further up the street.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Leave me alone! I don't ever want to
<br/> see you again!
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Okay, if that's what it takes, you'll
<br/> never have to see me again.
<br/> (digs in his pocket)
<br/> Here... here...
<br/>
<br/> He pulls MONEY from his pocket, holding it out.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Take this money, get on this bus...
<br/> (pointing to bus)
<br/> Get on, and I promise you, I'll never
<br/> bother you again, if that's what you
<br/> want. Please...
<br/>
<br/> Marla looks at Jack, numb.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Tyler...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm begging you. Get on the bus.
<br/> Get on the bus.
<br/>
<br/> Marla takes the money from Tyler, walks towards the bus. As
<br/> they approach it, Jack shields his eyes, afraid to look...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Why are you doing this?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I can't let myself see where you're
<br/> going. Go wherever it takes you,
<br/> remember... keep away from major
<br/> cities...
<br/>
<br/> Marla stands at the doors of the bus, heartbroken, gives one
<br/> last look at Jack.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> (holds up the money)
<br/> I'm not paying this back. I consider
<br/> it &quot;asshole tax.&quot;
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Yes, fine. Just, get on. Stay away
<br/> a couple of weeks, at least.
<br/>
<br/> Jack's still covering his eyes. Marla gets on the bus.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Tyler...
<br/>
<br/> Jack finally looks to her.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> You are the worst thing that ever
<br/> happened to me.
<br/>
<br/> DOORS HISS SHUT. The BUS LEAVES, heading away. Jack seems
<br/> relieved. Then, a SCREAM is HEARD from MARLA...
<br/>
<br/> Jack turns, looks... THROUGH THE BUS WINDOWS: the bus is
<br/> filled with BALD MEN IN BLACK: Space Monkeys.
<br/>
<br/> Jack SPRINTS after the bus...
<br/>
<br/> The bus speeds away. Onboard, Space Monkeys subdue Marla.
<br/>
<br/> Jack falls to the asphalt, rolls, files-flying.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Son of a bitch!
<br/>
<br/> INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
<br/>
<br/> Jack RUNS to the front desk, crazed, dumps the armload of
<br/> files on the desk in front of the DESK SERGEANT...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> (loudly)
<br/> I want you to arrest me. I'm the
<br/> leader of a terrorist organization
<br/> responsible for acts of vandalism all
<br/> over the city. Detective Stern in
<br/> arson knows who I am...
<br/>
<br/> INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
<br/>
<br/> Detective Stern and THREE DETECTIVES stand, staring at Jack,
<br/> who's seated. On the table are the phone bill and files.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> There are probably several hundred
<br/> members in the metropolitan area.
<br/> Chapters are sprouting in at least
<br/> five other major cities. They're
<br/> tightly-regimented, with many cells
<br/> capable of operating without a
<br/> central leader. Check this address:
<br/> 1537 Paper Street. You'll find the
<br/> body of Robert Paulson buried in the
<br/> garden. You'll also find numerous
<br/> tubs used to make gallons of
<br/> nitroglycerin. The plan, I believe,
<br/> is to blow up these credit card
<br/> headquarters and the TRW building.
<br/>
<br/>  STERN
<br/> Why these buildings?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> You are not your job. You are not
<br/> how much money you have in the bank.
<br/>
<br/>  STERN
<br/> (to other detectives)
<br/> Keep him talking.
<br/>
<br/> Stern leaves. A beat, then, the remaining Detectives smile
<br/> at Jack with REVERENCE.
<br/>
<br/>  FLAT-TOP DETECTIVE
<br/> I really admire what you're doing.
<br/> You're a brave man to order this.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> What?
<br/>
<br/>  REDHEAD DETECTIVE
<br/> You're a genius, sir.
<br/>
<br/> They grab Jack and force him on his back on the table.
<br/> Flat-Top has a rubber band; the Bald Detective has a knife.
<br/>
<br/>  BALD DETECTIVE
<br/> You know the drill. You said if
<br/> anyone ever tries to interfere with
<br/> Project Mayhem, even you, we got to
<br/> get his balls.
<br/>
<br/> Flat-Top PULLS Jack's pants completely off, tosses them
<br/> aside. Jack SCREAMS. Flat-Top holds his legs.
<br/>
<br/>  FLAT-TOP
<br/> It's useless to fight.
<br/>
<br/>  REDHEAD
<br/> This is really a powerful gesture,
<br/> Mr. Durden. It'll set quite an
<br/> example.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> No... you're making a mistake!
<br/>
<br/>  FLAT-TOP
<br/> You told us you'd say that.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm not Tyler Durden!
<br/>
<br/>  BALDY
<br/> You told us you'd say that, too.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Okay, I am Tyler Durden and I'm
<br/> ordering you to abort the mission!
<br/>
<br/>  FLAT-TOP
<br/> You said you would definitely say
<br/> that.
<br/>
<br/>  BALDY
<br/> What's our best time for a &quot;cut and
<br/> run?&quot;
<br/>
<br/>  FLAT-TOP
<br/> Four minutes.
<br/>
<br/>  BALDY
<br/> Is somebody timing this?
<br/>
<br/>  REDHEAD
<br/> (looks at his watch)
<br/> Wait till the second hand gets to the
<br/> twelve.
<br/>
<br/> A KNOCK at the door. Flat-Top slaps a hand over Jack's
<br/> mouth. He and Redhead block view of the table as Baldy
<br/> opens the door a crack. Stern mutters:
<br/>
<br/>  STERN
<br/> Some of this info checks out. Let's
<br/> go to the place on Paper Street.
<br/>
<br/> Baldy glances back at the other Detectives, leaves, closing
<br/> the door. The two remaining Detectives continue. Jack kicks
<br/> and screams and writhes. The Detectives wrangle him, but
<br/> with more difficulty, now that Baldy's gone.
<br/>
<br/>  REDHEAD
<br/> (checking his watch)
<br/> Mr. Durden, you're going to fuck up
<br/> the time!
<br/>
<br/> Jack gets one leg free, KICKS, knocks Flat-top backwards --
<br/> Flat-Top SLAMS the wall, falls. Redhead lets go of one of
<br/> Jack's arms, jams his elbow into Jack's throat... cutting
<br/> off the airway. Jack's face reddens... he's choking...
<br/>
<br/> Jack's free hand reaches, searching.. pulls Redhead's GUN
<br/> and points it at him. Redhead backs off. Jack gets up,
<br/> gasping for air, PISTOL-WHIPS Flat-top as he rises.
<br/>
<br/> Jack grabs one of the files off the table.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY
<br/>
<br/> Jack, without pants, in BOXER SHORTS, escapes out the BACK
<br/> DOOR. He looks at the ADDRESS on the file folder.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. STREET
<br/>
<br/> Jack SPRINTS down the middle of the street, gun in hand,
<br/> looking like a complete madman. Cars almost hit him.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. BANK BUILDING - LATER
<br/>
<br/> Jack, sweating and panting, stops, looks... then heads
<br/> toward the BUILDING with the address &quot;1888.&quot;
<br/>
<br/> EXT. 1888 LOBBY
<br/>
<br/> Jack tries the door. Locked. He lifts a cast iron bench,
<br/> runs forward -- RAMS it into the glass. The bench
<br/> immediately recoils from the glass, SLAMS Jack's groin!
<br/> Jack falls to his knees, doubled over, holding his package.
<br/> Then, he rises, SHOOTS the glass...
<br/>
<br/> INT. 1888 LOBBY
<br/>
<br/> Jack pushes through the broken glass. He sprints for the
<br/> &quot;PARKING&quot; door...
<br/>
<br/> INT. GROUND LEVEL - PARKING
<br/>
<br/> Jack enters, looks -- NO CARS. He bolts to the STAIRS...
<br/>
<br/> INT. TOP-LEVEL PARKING AREA - SEVENTH FLOOR
<br/>
<br/> Jack enters, heaving. Again, NO CARS. He moves from one
<br/> SUPPORT POST to another, searching. He finally spies,
<br/> across the garage, NINE LARGE CANISTERS, heavily-WIRED.
<br/>
<br/> Jack runs to the BOMB, frantic. He walks around it.
<br/> There's a DIGITAL CLOCK, ticking down from &quot;10:05&quot;...
<br/>
<br/> Jack moves to pull the lid off one CANISTER, looks inside..
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Could be worse...
<br/>
<br/> Jack looks -- Tyler's seated, his back against one post.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> You could be standing under 37
<br/> stories of steel and concrete with a
<br/> 150 gallons of nitroglycerin strapped
<br/> to the support... oh, maybe it
<br/> couldn't be...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> (points at bomb)
<br/> You... you can't be serious about
<br/> this.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> What a ridiculous thing to say.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I can't let you...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> ...go through with this?
<br/> What are you going to do?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm going to...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> ...stop me?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm not going...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/>  ...to let this happen!
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Stop finishing...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/>  ...your sentences! They're
<br/> our sentences. Get your mind around
<br/> that.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler gets up walks to Jack.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> What are you doing running through
<br/> the streets in your underpants? We
<br/> both use that body.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Since when is Project Mayhem about
<br/> murder?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> The buildings were evacuated thirty
<br/> minutes ago. Everything's proceeding
<br/> exactly as planned.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> You don't know that. There could
<br/> still be people inside.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler keeps walking around, crosses his arms.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Maybe. Maybe a couple of guys with
<br/> shaved heads couldn't synchronize
<br/> their watches. Good riddance.
<br/>
<br/> Jack looks back to the BOMB, goes to it, wipes sweat off his
<br/> face. He starts finger the MANY WIRES, sorting them.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> I wouldn't be doing that. Unless you
<br/> know which wires, in what order...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> If you know, I know.
<br/>
<br/> Jack holds his gun under one armpit, uses both hands to go
<br/> through the tangle of colored wires.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Or... maybe I knew you'd know, so I
<br/> spent the whole day thinking about
<br/> the wrong ones.
<br/>
<br/> Jack chooses one wire, GREEN, holds it in his fingers.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> If I'm wrong, we're both dead..
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> This is not about martyrdom.
<br/>
<br/> Jack twists the GREEN WIRE around his finger.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I'm pulling the green wire.
<br/>
<br/>  T