第六感生死缘Meet Joe Black Movie Script

PARRISH:

Well, thank you for letting me know.

JOE:

Not at all.

PARRISH:

And - uh - I guess, 'goodnight'.

LUISA:

...Miss Allison asked if you would like to have your dinner kept warm?

PARRISH:

No. Thanks, Luisa.

LUISA:

Very good, sir.

Luisa turns:

PARRISH:

Luisa -- She stops. PARRISH (cont'd) Mr. Black's luggage was misplaced by the airlines. Would you mind get- ting a few things together for him? A couple of suits, some shirts, ties, underwear, shoes. Have Coyle take his measurements off what he is wearing tonight.

LUISA:

Certainly, sir. Luisa nods, and heads back downstairs. Parrish enters his den, takes a seat in his chair, stares into the middle distance, ruminates. INT. GUEST ROOM, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe has been examining his room, full of curiosity and wonderment at the oddest things, the handle on a casement window, the hem and weight of the fabric of a drape, hinges on the bedroom door. In the process he opens this door, steps out into the hallway. INT. HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe wanders down the hallway past the occasional Dufy or Miro, a Venetian tapestry cheek-by-jowl with a miniature Ming vase, and even a Bonsai garden with a trickling vein of water. INT. KITCHEN HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT In the "back" of the house now, utilitarian paint and decor, the SOUND of laughter and a glare of light. Joe enters. INT. KITCHEN, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT The staff is at ease, some smoking, remains of food around. Coyle, the butler, has his back to Joe and does not see him for a moment. In front of Coyle, an open jar of peanut but- ter which he is spreading in generous hunks of Wonder Bread. Joe is fascinated by the process. Coyle suddenly hears the silence, looks up and see Joe, standing up embarrassedly.

COYLE:

Yes, sir?

JOE:

Hello. I'm Joe Black. Nice to meet you.

COYLE:

Yes sir, Mr. Black, a pleasure. The staff all mumble expansive "Good evening, sir"s to Joe. He motions to them to sit, they do but Coyle does not. Coyle shifts from foot-to-foot, the staff is not used to having Parrish family or guests in this part of the house.

JOE:

(to Coyle) What are you eating.

COYLE:

You mean this, sir? Coyle regards his peanut butter sheepishly. COYLE (cont'd) Laura Scudder's Peanut Butter.

JOE:

(carefully) 'Laura Scudder's Peanut Butter'. (a moment) You like it?

COYLE:

I would say, sir, it is right up there with Jif and Skippy. But miles ahead of Peter Pan. (another moment) Like a taste? Joe nods, Coyle fashions a spoonful, offers it to Joe. Joe swallows it. But he has not yet found a comfortable way of masticating, his mouth and tongue go every which way, the staff observes him, fascinated. COYLE (cont'd) You're a peanut butter man now, eh, sir?

JOE:

Yes, I am. I thoroughly enjoyed this - uh - peanut butter. (to the staff) And I thoroughly enjoyed meeting you. Joe raises the spoonful of peanut butter in a kind of toast to the staff. JOE (cont'd) I'll be moseying on. He heads out, with the spoonful of peanut butter, to cheer- ful "Goodnight, Mr. Black"'s, his tongue again licking the edges of the spoon. INT. SWIMMING POOL, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - DAY A spectacular indoor Olympic pool, window commanding views of the skyline. Susan is swimming laps, looking very professional in a black Speedo suit, Joe wanders in, still licking his peanut butter. He observes her, but she is unaware of him, however now, as she makes a barrel turn, his shadow falls over a reflection from a window, she aborts her lap, looks up to see who it is.

SUSAN:

What are you doing here?

JOE:

I'm lost.

SUSAN:

-- Can't seem to escape you today.

JOE:

I'm sorry. Susan climbs out of the pool, gets halfway up the ladder, points to a stack of towels.

SUSAN:

Hand me one of those, will you? Joe turns to the towels, but one hand is occupied with the spoonful of peanut butter, he shifts it to the other hand, can't manage the huge Turkish towel one-handed, now implants the spoon in his mouth, lifts the towel with both hands and presents it to Susan. SUSAN (cont'd) You must have something really big going on with my father --

JOE:

'Big'?

SUSAN:

You appear at his side out-of-the- blue, stay at his house, eat dinner with his family, it's practically a first. You're in the red-hot center of big business and I thought you were a regular Joe.

JOE:

I am Joe.