Доброй ночи, сударыня! Таинственный незнакомец испугал женщину, и она обрадовалась, когда он ушел...
Марк Твен (Mark Twain)
«Человек, который совратил Гедлиберг»
Я писал сваю повесть не для одних только австралийцев, но также и для вас, дорогие советские читатели, для всех людей, которые верят в величие Человека...
Алан Маршалл (Alan Marshall)
«Я умею прыгать через лужи»
Кто был неизвестный, который решился нарушить его уединение? -- Распишитесь вот тут, господин барон... Он расписался, ворча. Потом, взяв письм..
Морис Леблан (Maurice Leblanc)
«Арсен Люпэн в тюрьме»
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SCREEN BLACK
JACK (V.O.)
People were always asking me, did I know Tyler Durden.
FADE IN:
INT. SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR OF HIGH-RISE - NIGHT
TYLER has the barrel of a HANDGUN lodged in JACK'S MOUTH. They
struggle intensely.
They are both around 30; Tyler is blond, handsome, eyes burning with
frightening intensity; and JACK, brunette, is appealing in a dry sort
of way. They are both sweating and disheveled; Jack seems to be losing
his will to fight.
TYLER
We won't really die. We'll be immortal.
JACK
oor -- ee-ee --uh -- aa-i --
JACK (V.O.)
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
Jack tongues the barrel to the side of his mouth.
JACK (still distorted)
You're thinking of vampires.
Jack tries to get the gun. Tyler keeps control.
JACK (V.O.)
With my tongue, I can feel the silencer holes drilled into the barrel
of the gun. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases. I
totally forgot about Tyler's whole murder-suicide thing for a second
and I wondered how clean the gun barrel was.
Tyler checks his watch.
TYLER
Three minutes.
Jack turns so that he can see down -- 71 STORIES.
PG 2
JACK (V.O.)
The building we're standing won't be here in three minutes. You take a
98-percent concentration of fuming nitric acid and add three times as
much sulfuric in a bathtub full of ice. Then, glycerin drop-by-drop.
Nitroglycerin. I know this because Tyler knows this.
Jack manages to SHOVE Tyler away. Then, he leaps onto him and they
fall onto a table, then roll off onto the floor. The gun falls and
slides. They wrestle with each other, then dash for the gun. Tyler
gets there first and grabs the gun. DURING THE ABOVE:
JACK (V.O.)
The Demolitions Committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation
columns of this building with blasting gelatin. The primary charge
will blow the base charge, and this spot Tyler and I are standing on
will be a point in the sky.
Tyler drags Jack back to the glass wall and forces him to look out at
the city skyline.
TYLER
This is our world now. Two minutes.
JACK (V.O.)
Two minutes to go and I'm wondering how I got here.
MOVE IN ON JACK'S FACE.
SLOWLY PULL BACK from Jack's face. It's pressed against TWO LARGE
BREASTS that belong to ... BOB, a big moose of a man, around 35 years
old. Jack is engulfed by Bob's arms in an embrace. Bob weeps openly.
His shoulders inhale themselves up in a long draw, then drop, drop,
drop in jerking sobs. Jack gives Bob some squeezes in return, but his
face is stone.
JACK (V.O.)
Bob had bitch tits.
PG 3
PULL BACK TO WIDE ON
INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
All the men are paired off, hugging each other, talking in emotional
tones. Some pairs lean forward, heads pressed ear-to-ear, the way
wrestlers stand, locked.
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Verena's eyes flicked over the debris. "Eugene, I want a word with
you," she said in that hearty, coldly exalted voice, and Papa answered:
"Yes, sit down, Verena. I thought you would come."
That afternoon Dolly's friend Catherine Creek came over and packed my
clothes, and Papa drove me to the impressive, shadowy house on Talbo Lane.
As I was getting out of the car he tried to hug me, but I was scared of him
and wriggled out of his arms. I'm sorry now that we did not hug each other.
Because a few days later, on his way up to Mobile, his car skidded and fell
fifty feet into the Gulf. When I saw him again there were silver dollars
weighting down his eyes.
Except to remark that I was small for my age, a runt, no one had ever
paid any attention to me; but now people pointed me out, and said wasn't it
sad? that poor little Collin Fenwickl I tried to look pitiful because I knew
it pleased people: every man in town must have treated me to a Dixie Cup or
a box of Crackerjack, and at school I got good grades for the first time. So
it was a long while before I calmed down enough to notice Dolly Talbo.
And when I did I fell in love.
Imagine what it must have been for her when first I came to the house,
a loud and prying boy of eleven. She skittered at the sound of my footsteps
or, if there was no avoiding me, folded like the petals of shy-lady fern.
She was one of those people who can disguise themselves as an object in the
room, a shadow in the comer, whose presence is a delicate happening. She
wore the quietest shoes, plain virginal dresses with hems that touched her
ankles. Though older than her sister, she seemed someone who, like myself,
Verena had adopted. Pulled and guided by the gravity of Verena's planet, we
rotated separately in the outer spaces of the house.
In the attic, a slipshod museum spookily peopled with old display
dummies from Verena's drygoods store, there were many loose boards, and by
inching these I could look down into almost any room...
