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- [ Screenplay: The Last Bullet ] [ By The GNN ]
-
-
- ____________________________________________________________________
- ____________________________________________________________________
-
-
- THE LAST BULLET
-
- Screenplay adapted from the short story "Angel" by The GNN
- (c) Underground eXperts United and Underground Motion Entertainment, 1996
-
- The Underground Motion Entertainment crew are
- Phearless, H.C Andersson, Martinique, Joseph, Knyttet and The GNN
-
- screen shots are available at http://www.lysator.liu.se/~chief
- or in uXu file 360
-
-
-
-
- EXT. BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY - NIGHT
-
- (The camera pans a city by night, until it reaches a balcony on the top
- floor of a high building. We see a MAN (NATHAN) balance on the edge of the
- rail, looking at the street several storeys below.
-
- EXT. NATHAN'S BALCONY - NIGHT
-
- (NATHAN breathes fast, staring at the roaring traffic on the street below.
- The camera cuts between the street and NATHAN for a while. We notice that
- he is holding a paper in his hand. After a while, he brings up the paper
- to his face and reads, in silence.
-
- Finished reading, NATHAN closes his eyes. He drops the paper and it floats
- away in the wind. Then he leans forward and falls over the rail. We see him
- fall down, but we never get to see him hit the ground.)
-
- CUT TO:
-
- (opening credits)
-
- CUT TO:
-
- EXT. A BALCONY - NIGHT
-
- (NATHAN opens his eyes and discovers that he on a dirty mattress on a
- balcony. He looks around, very confused. He gets to his feet and looks
- over the rail. It is only a couple of storeys to the street, this he cannot
- be on his own balcony.)
-
- NATHAN
- What the...
-
- (NATHAN hits the rail with his fist, pretty mad/puzzled over the fact that
- he is not dead. Then he turns around and enters the unknown apartment.)
-
- CUT TO:
-
- INT. SOMEONE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
-
- (NATHAN is in a pitch dark room. He notices light from a slightly opened
- door in the other end. He walks toward it, but stumbles over something a
- couple of times.)
-
- NATHAN
- (in the dark)
- Ouch! Damn!
-
- (NATHAN gets to the door, opens it and enters...)
-
- CUT TO:
-
- INT. MICHAEL'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
-
- (We see another MAN (MICHAEL) sit by a table in a kitchen. He his holding a
- gun in his right hand, pointing the barrel at his head. He cocks the gun
- and is about to kill himself when...)
-
- NATHAN
- Ahem.
-
- (MICHAEL turns to NATHAN, very fast.)
-
- (pause)
-
- Hello.
-
- (pause)
-
- How's it going?
-
- MICHAEL
- (shocked, lowering the gun)
- Who the hell are you?
-
- NATHAN
- Just someone passing by, from the top floor.
-
- (MICHAEL points with a finger in the air, opens his mouth, but cannot come
- up with something to say. His mouth remains open for several seconds.)
-
- NATHAN
- Oh, for Christ sake, close the mouth. You look ridiculous.
-
- MICHAEL
- (muttering)
- Ridiculous. So darn true. I'm ridiculous. To the bone.
-
- (NATHAN points at the gun in MICHAEL's hand.)
-
- NATHAN
- Up to something special tonight?
-
- MICHAEL
- Gonna kill myself.
-
- NATHAN
- (surprised)
- Really? What a strange coincidence...
-
- MICHAEL
- ...lost the fucking job, lost my fucking wife, no need to continue playing
- this worthless game they call "life". No way. No way. It's time. Got one
- bullet. Gonna use it.
-
- NATHAN
- (to himself)
- One bullet?
-
- (to MICHAEL)
- Well, uh, I kinda know how you feel...
-
- MICHAEL
- (angrily)
- Screw you! You know jack shit!
-
- (MICHAEL lowers his head, in agony. For a short while, NATHAN does now
- know what to say.)
-
- NATHAN
- (pedagogically)
- Listen to me...
-
- (MICHAEL looks up.)
-
- NATHAN
- I know, for a fact, everything there's to know about failures in life...
-
- (chuckling)
- Oh, jeez, I _really_ do...
-
- (back to normal voice)
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you about... well, uh, never mind.
- Anyway, when it comes to failures, I'm the goddamn king. We're talking
- Mister Failure Supreme here, with cheese and shit on top, oh man, you
- cannot imagine...
-
- (MICHAEL pushes a chair in NATHAN's direction. NATHAN walks to it and
- takes a seat by the table, facing MICHAEL. MICHAEL puts a cigarette in
- the mouth.)
-
- MICHAEL
- You want one?
-
- NATHAN
- Nope. They kill.
-
- (MICHAEL lights the cigarette.)
-
- NATHAN
- What's your name?
-
- (MICHAEL exhales a cloud of smoke, but does not reply.)
-
- NATHAN
- (slowly, as to a little child)
- Your... _name?_
-
- (MICHAEL just stares at the wall, saying nothing.)
-
- NATHAN
- (yelling)
- Your name!
-
- MICHAEL
- (puzzled)
- Uh, what? My... name?
-
- NATHAN
- Yes, I do believe you have a name? Or were you born without one?
-
- MICHAEL
- Michael... Michael Glover.
-
- NATHAN
- Nathan Jones. Pleased to meet you.
-
- (NATHAN shakes MICHAEL's LEFT hand, since MICHAEL is still holding the gun
- in his right hand.)
-
- NATHAN
- The circumstances could be better, indeed, but hey - that's life.
-
- MICHAEL
- (skeptically)
- Life?
-
- NATHAN
- (nodding)
- Uh-huh.
-
- MICHAEL
- (silently, to no one)
- Nathan...
-
- NATHAN
- Yes, my name is Nathan.
-
- MICHAEL
- (silently)
- ...Jones...
-
- NATHAN
- (ironically)
- Come on! What's your damn problem! Can't you get my name into your cramped
- little mind, hmm? What are you, some kind of retard?
-
- (pointing at the gun in MICHAEL's hand)
- Oh, you _are._ You _are._ Trying to commit suicide. How low can you go?
-
- MICHAEL
- What the hell...
-
- NATHAN
- I'm obviously in the kitchen belonging to a complete freak.
-
- (MICHAEL reacts.)
-
- (quoting MICHAEL with the voice of a jerk)
- Gonna kill myself, sob sob, lost my job, sob sob, don't wanna play the
- game they call life, oh I'm really a socially realistic poet, wow, got
- a gun with just one bullet...
-
- (normal voice)
- ... speaking about losers, how the hell is it possible for you to have a
- gun _but just one bullet?_ Are you some fucking cheap bastard?
-
- MICHAEL
- (sudden rage)
- You motherfucker! Who the hell are you?!
-
- NATHAN
- Want to hear my name _again?_
-
- MICHAEL
- What the hell are you doing here? Is this...
-
- NATHAN
- Just passing by, as said...
-
- MICHAEL
- ...some kind of _sick dream?_
-
- NATHAN
- No, no, but there's a _sick freak_ in this apartment, and it's not me...
-
- (MICHAEL assaults NATHAN with a blow to the face. NATHAN falls to
- the floor.)
-
- MICHAEL
- Asshole!
-
- (Slowly, NATHAN gets to his feet, bleeding from the nose.)
-
- NATHAN
- (laughing)
- Oh man, oh man...
-
- (NATHAN rise the fallen chair and sits down once again.)
-
- MICHAEL
- (looking in another direction)
- I can't believe this. I just cannot believe it.
-
- NATHAN
- Believe what? That the truth is that you're insane? Suicide. How lame.
-
- MICHAEL
- I'm not insane, shithead!
-
- NATHAN
- Then, what are you?
-
- MICHAEL
- (trying to explain)
- Well, I'm.. I'm... it's like this.. I.. I... oh, shit!
-
- (In frustration, MICHAEL throws the cigarette to the floor.)
-
- NATHAN
- Hard, huh? Even worse: if you use that gun to kill yourself, you'll
- definitely be _nothing._ Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a dead loser.
- Are you a loser?
-
- MICHAEL
- Considering the fact that I lost my job today I really...
-
- NATHAN
- (interrupting)
- So did I. So what? Do I look like I want to kill myself? No, because I've
- understood a few things in life. And I know for a fact that death is not,
- and never will be, the final solution.
-
- (MICHAEL puts his hand with the gun on the table, listening.)
-
- NATHAN
- Life is wonderful. I swear, it really is. There are so many things to do,
- so many experiences to make.
-
- (referring to MICHAEL)
- ...so many strange encounters to participate in. Why die? Why? There is
- no reason. No reason at all.
-
- (MICHAEL does not reply.)
-
- There is no reason to die, you hear me?
-
- (short pause)
-
- MICHAEL
- I...
-
- NATHAN
- (nodding)
- Come on. Say it. Say it.
-
- MICHAEL
- I'm.. so sorry.. I don't know...
-
- NATHAN
- No need to be. Live! Live! Don't think about the past! Live and love today!
- Enjoy your life! This is your only chance to really do something fine, so
- why waste it all with the help of a bullet? Why blow the only piece of mind
- you will ever get all over the wall-paper? Don't do it! Live!
-
- MICHAEL
- (whispering)
- Yes... yes...
-
- NATHAN
- A man may be a king for a day, and a fool for a lifetime. So? It just
- doesn't matter. But those who tries to kill themselves will never ever be
- any kind of kings. They will just be fools. Eternal fools. Fools, Michael.
- Are you a fool?
-
- MICHAEL
- (silently)
- No...
-
- NATHAN
- You wanna live?
-
- MICHAEL
- (whispering)
- Yes...
-
- NATHAN
- Good. You'll be doing the right thing. Trust me on this one. I have... a
- certain education... concerning this subject, so to say.
-
- (MICHAEL moves his hand away from the gun to his face and begins to cry.
- A smile emerges on the face of NATHAN.)
-
- MICHAEL
- (sobbing)
- Who... are you?
-
- NATHAN
- Nathan Jones. From the top floor.
-
- MICHAEL
- No, you're an angel. An angel from heaven. You've... saved me.
-
- NATHAN
- (smiling)
- Everything is going to be fine, Michael, just _fine..._
-
- (NATHAN moves his hand carefully over the table, until it reaches the gun.)
-
- NATHAN
- Fine, just fine, Michael...
-
- (NATHAN quickly grabs the gun and puts the barrel into his own mouth.)
-
- NATHAN
- Sucker.
-
- (Closing credits hit the screen as a gun shot is heard.)
-
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