s.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Might be someone you've known for
<br/> years... somebody very close to you.
<br/> Or, maybe you shouldn't be bringing
<br/> me every little piece of trash you
<br/> pick up.
<br/>
<br/> Jack puts the PAPER in his trash. Bass stares with a tinge
<br/> of outrage, a tinge of fear. PHONE RINGS. Jack answers it.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Compliance and Liability.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA'S VOICE
<br/> My tit's going to rot off.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Just a second.
<br/> (to Boss; smiles)
<br/> Could you excuse me? I need to take
<br/> this call.
<br/>
<br/> Boss goes to the door, stares at Jack a beat, then leaves.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> (into phone)
<br/> What are you talking about?
<br/>
<br/> INTERCUT WITH - CLOSE UP OF MARLA...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Would you do something for me? I
<br/> need you to check and see if there's
<br/> a lump in my breast. I can't afford
<br/> to throw money away on a doctor.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I don't know ...
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Please.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> She didn't call Tyler. I'm neutral
<br/> in her book.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. MARLA'S HOTEL - SUNSET
<br/>
<br/> Jack walks down the sidewalk, seeing Marla take two BOXES
<br/> from a VAN with the sign &quot;MEALS ON WHEELS.&quot;
<br/>
<br/> INT. MARLA'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
<br/>
<br/> Marla leads Jack inside.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> This is a sweet side of you. Picking
<br/> these up for ...
<br/> (reads the boxes:)
<br/> &quot;Mrs. Haniver&quot; and... &quot;Mrs. Raines.&quot;
<br/> Where are they?
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Tragically, they're dead. I'm alive
<br/> and I'm in poverty. You want any?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> No, thanks.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Good.
<br/>
<br/> He stares at her while she eats.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> What happened to your hand?
<br/>
<br/> Jack awkwardly puts his bandaged hand behind his back.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Nothing.
<br/>
<br/> INT. MARLA'S ROOM - NIGHT
<br/>
<br/> Marla stands facing a MIRROR with her shirt open. Jack
<br/> stands behind her with his hand on the bottom side of her
<br/> breast. Marla's hand guides his.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Where? Here?
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Here.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> There?
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Here.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Here.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Feel anything?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> No.
<br/>
<br/> Jack's head is behind Marla's. They speak softer, slower.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Make sure.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Okay. Okay, I'm sure.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> You feel nothing?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Nothing.
<br/>
<br/> Marla turns around and faces him, begins to button her shirt.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Well, that's a relief. Thank you.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> No... no problem.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> I wish I could return the favor.
<br/>
<br/> Jack touches his own chest, shakes his head.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I think everything's okay here.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> I could check your prostate.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Uh ... nah.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> (pause)
<br/> Well... thanks, anyway.
<br/>
<br/> Marla leans to kiss him -- lingers for a bit longer than
<br/> just friendly. Jack pulls away.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> So.... are we done?
<br/>
<br/> Marla sighs.
<br/>
<br/>  MARLA
<br/> Yeah, we're done. See you around.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. HOTEL - MOMENTS LATER
<br/>
<br/> Jack emerges from the lobby. He looks up at Marla's window,
<br/> watches her silhouette. He walks away, right into -- Big
<br/> BOB, the moose, eating a donut and drinking orange juice.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> Cornelius! How are you?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Bob. I'm okay. How are you?
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> Better than I've ever been in my life.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Really? Great. Still &quot;Remaining Men
<br/> Together?&quot;
<br/>
<br/> An intense look of born-again fervor comes over Bob's face.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> No. I found something new.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Really, what's that?
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> (quietly)
<br/> The first rule is... you aren't
<br/> supposed to talk about it...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Oh.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> And the second rule about it is...
<br/> you're not supposed to talk about it.
<br/> And the third rule...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Bob, Bob... I'm a member.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> You are?!
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Look at my face.
<br/>
<br/> Bob roughly slaps Jack's shoulder.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> That's a fucking great, man! Fucking
<br/> great! Congratulations.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Yeah, both of us.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> You know about the guy who invented
<br/> it? I hear all kinds of things.
<br/> Supposedly, he was born in a mental
<br/> institution. They say he only sleeps
<br/> one hour a night. You know about
<br/> this guy? Tyler Durden?
<br/>
<br/> INT. BASEMENT - ELECTRONICS WKREHOUSE - NIGHT
<br/>
<br/> The CROWD SCREAMS insanely as Bob and Jack go at it in the
<br/> circle of light. Bob's eyes are wild with glee.
<br/>
<br/> EXT. BASEMENT DOOR - ELECTRONICS WAREHOUSE - LATER
<br/>
<br/> Everyone sneaks out of this new location - we've seen none
<br/> of these guys before - it's a new chapter. Jack and Bob
<br/> Stagger out last, Jack being in worse shape. They both grin
<br/> with religious serenity. Bob hugs Jack.
<br/>
<br/>  BOB
<br/> Thank you. Thank you.
<br/>
<br/> Bob relaxes the hug and Jack drops to the ground like a
<br/> sack, completely enervated from the beating he took.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> You're welcome.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> Fight club -- this was mine and
<br/> Tyler's gift... our gift to the world.
<br/>
<br/> INT. KITCHEN -- MORNING
<br/>
<br/> Jack has his briefcase on the table, looks at PAPERWORK.
<br/> Tyler wanders in, carries a dirty pot to the sink. Jack
<br/> takes out a cigarette, lights up. He offers the pack...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> No thanks, I quit.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> You quit?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Yeah. Where you headed?
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Work. Going to work.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler scratches his chin absently.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> What... ?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Nothing. Do what you like.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler walks out the way he came.
<br/>
<br/> INT. JACK'S OFFICE - DAY
<br/>
<br/> Jack sits staring at his SCREEN SAVER.
<br/>
<br/> INT. BOSS'S OFFICE - DAY
<br/>
<br/> Jack steps into the open doorway, knocks on the doorframe.
<br/> Boss looks up from his large, expensive desk.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> We need to talk.
<br/>
<br/>  BOSS
<br/> Okay. Where to begin? With your
<br/> constant absenteeism? With your
<br/> unpresentable appearance? You're up
<br/> for review...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise.
<br/>
<br/> Boss sits up in his seat, becoming enraged.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Let's pretend. You're the Department
<br/> of Transportation, and you discover
<br/> that our company intentionally did
<br/> nothing about leather seats cured in
<br/> third world countries with chemicals
<br/> we know cause birth defects? Brake
<br/> linings that fail after a thousand
<br/> miles. Fuel injectors that burn
<br/> people alive.
<br/>
<br/>  BOSS
<br/> Just who the fuck do you think you
<br/> are?! Get out! You're fired!
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> What about this? Keep me on payroll
<br/> as an outside consultant. In
<br/> exchange for my salary, I'll keep my
<br/> mouth shut. I won't need to come to
<br/> the office. I can do this job from
<br/> home.
<br/>
<br/> Boss stands, moves around his desk, glaring with rage.
<br/>
<br/>  BOSS
<br/> You little fucker! I oughta...
<br/>
<br/> Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the nose. Blood starts to trickle.
<br/> He punches himself in the jaw, throws himself back as if by
<br/> the force of the punch, SLAMS against a framed picture and
<br/> SHATTERS the glass. He falls to the floor.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.
<br/>
<br/> Jack gets back to his feet.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Please... don't hit me again, please.
<br/> I'm your responsibility...
<br/>
<br/> He PUNCHES himself in the stomach, then in the jaw again.
<br/> He reels backwards, pulls down a hanging shelf, its contents
<br/> flying. He hits the floor.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> For some reason, I thought of my
<br/> first fight -- with Tyler.
<br/>
<br/> Jack crawls toward Boss, dripping blood, grabs Boss's leg.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Please... give me the paychecks like
<br/> I asked for. I won't be any trouble.
<br/> You won't see me again.
<br/>
<br/> Jack climbs up Boss's leg while Boss tries to shake him off.
<br/> Boss stumbles back into his desk, knocking off belongings.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> Under and behind and inside
<br/> everything this man took for granted,
<br/> something horrible had been growing.
<br/>
<br/> Jack crawls high enough to grab Boss's belt, hoisting
<br/> himself up. He dribbles blood an Boss's clothing, SMUDGES
<br/> blood from his face onto the knuckles of Boss's hand.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Please... please...
<br/>
<br/>  JACK (V.O.)
<br/> And right then, at our most excellent
<br/> moment together...
<br/>
<br/> Two SECURITY GUARDS enter and gape at the sight. Behind
<br/> them stand CURIOUS WORKERS, looking in.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> (gurgling blood)
<br/> Please don't hit me again.
<br/>
<br/> INT. TYLER'S HOUSE - ENTRANCE FOYER - DAY
<br/>
<br/> Jack holds a CHECK in front of Tyler's face.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Six months advance pay. Six months!
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Fucking sweet.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Okay, and... and...
<br/>
<br/> Jack digs in his pocket, takes out a thick bundle of CARDS.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> Forty-eight airline flight coupons.
<br/> Plus... hold on... just a minute...
<br/>
<br/> Jack holds up a finger, going to open the front door. He
<br/> drags an unwieldy SHOPPING CART in behind him; filled with
<br/> his COMPUTER, PHONE, FAX and other office equipment.
<br/>
<br/>  JACK
<br/> I am now officially self-employed.
<br/>
<br/> Jack looks at the cart, then back at Tyler, proud.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Good for you.
<br/>
<br/> INT. LOU'S TAVERN - BASEMENT - NIGHT
<br/>
<br/> LOUD. An enormous CROWD of guys, including Jack and Bob,
<br/> stands around Tyler, who's in the center of the circle,
<br/> holding up his hands to quiet them...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> I look around... I look around and
<br/> see a lot of new faces.
<br/>
<br/> An enthusiastic RUMBLE from the crowd.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Shut up! Which means a lot of you
<br/> have been breaking the first two
<br/> rules of fight club.
<br/>
<br/> A glum silence falls. Guys look at each other.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> I see in fight club the strongest and
<br/> smartest men who have ever lived --
<br/> an entire generation pumping gas and
<br/> waiting tables; or they're slaves
<br/> with white collars.
<br/>  (more)
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER (cont)
<br/> Advertisements have them chasing cars
<br/> and clothes, working jobs they hate
<br/> so they can buy shit they don't need.
<br/> We are the middle children of
<br/> history, with no purpose or place.
<br/> We have no great war, or great
<br/> depression. The great war is a
<br/> spiritual war. The great depression
<br/> is our lives. We were raised by
<br/> television to believe that we'd be
<br/> millionaires and movie gods and rock
<br/> stars -- but we won't. And we're
<br/> learning that fact. And we're very,
<br/> very pissed-off.
<br/>
<br/> The crowd erupts into a DEAFENING CHORUS of agreement. Jack
<br/> looks at the blazing excitement in the eyes of the crowd.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> We are the quiet young men who listen
<br/> until it's time to decide.
<br/>
<br/> A fat, MIDDLE-AGED MAN stomps down the stairs, pushing into
<br/> the crowd, followed by a TALL, HEFTY THUG who holds a GUM.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Who are you?
<br/>
<br/>  FAT MAN (LOU)
<br/> Who am I?! There's a sign on the
<br/> front that says &quot;Lou's Tavern.&quot; I'm
<br/> fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?!
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Tyler Durden.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler extends his hand for a shake, but Lou SLAPS it away.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Who told you motherfuckers you could
<br/> use my place?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> We have a deal worked out with Irvine.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Irvine? Irvine's at home with a
<br/> broken collarbone.
<br/>
<br/> Everyone glances guiltily at each other.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> He don't own this place, I do. How
<br/> much money's he getting for this?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> There is no money.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Really?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> It's free to all.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Ain't that something?
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Yes, it is.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Look, stupid fuck, I want everyone
<br/> outta here now!
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> You're welcome to join our club.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> Did you hear what I just said?!
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> You and your friend.
<br/>
<br/> Lou SLUGS Tyler in the stomach, doubles him over.
<br/>
<br/>  LOU
<br/> You hear me now?
<br/>
<br/> Tyler gains his breath, determined. He looks up, turns his
<br/> head, looking to Jack. Jack watches, wide-eyed.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler straightens, facing Lou.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> No, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.
<br/>
<br/> Lou PUNCHES Tyler in the face. Some of the guys move
<br/> forward, but the Thug points his gun. Jack-runs forward
<br/> anyway -- Lou PUNCHES him in the face.
<br/>
<br/> More guys move forward, but Tyler waves them off, facing Lou.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> We really need to use this place.
<br/>
<br/> Lou proceeds to beat the shit out of Tyler, PUNCHING his
<br/> face, his stomach. Tyler collapses to the floor. Lou
<br/> starts KICKING his. Tyler bleeds from the mouth and face.
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> That's it.... that's good. Get it
<br/> all out. You'll feel better.
<br/>
<br/> Lou flushes red with exasperation, KICKS more. Finally,
<br/> sweating, bewildered, Lou stops. He looks to the Thug, who
<br/> is just as bewildered.
<br/>
<br/> Suddenly, Tyler SPRINGS UP, grabs onto Lou...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> Yes, I am shit and crazy, to you and
<br/> this whole fucking world...
<br/>
<br/> Tyler's blood spatters on Lou. Lou tries to shake Tyler
<br/> off, but Tyler BITES Lou's NECKTIE. The Thug grabs Tyler
<br/> and pulls, the necktie tightening and strangling Lou. Lou
<br/> slaps at Tyler's face, but recoils from the blood. Tyler
<br/> spits and shouts through clenched teeth...
<br/>
<br/>  TYLER
<br/> You don't know where I've been.
<br/>
<br/> Tyler bear hugs Lou, pulls him to the floor. Tyler rubs his
<br/> bloody face into Lou's face. The Thug lifts Tyler. Tyler
<br/> clings to Lou's belt, dragging Lou as he is dragged...
<br/>
<br/>