第六感生死缘Meet Joe Black Movie Script

JOE:

Goodnight to you, Susan. Susan steps towards a door, Joe takes a step in the wrong direction, they almost walk into each other. Now she takes a step in another direction, as does Joe, again they almost collide.

SUSAN:

Shall we dance? Joe is completely puzzled, finally Susan heads for one door, Joe for another. SUSAN (cont'd) Joe --

JOE:

Yes?

SUSAN:

I think you want to go to the west wing. Through there. Susan indicates yet another door.

JOE:

(after a moment) Thank you. Joe redirects himself, goes to the door. As they both are about to exit, Joe and Susan sneak furtive looks at each other across the pool, smile at catching each other's glances. Joe exits. For a moment Susan's eyes remain on the door through which he has gone. Now she grips the towel over her shoulders, the one Joe gave her, pats the same spot he did.

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NEXT MORNING Parrish, dressed for the day, passes servants busy with their morning tasks, polishing doorknobs, putting away linen, dusting picture frames. He nods and greets them as he strides down the hall, brisk "Good morning"'s to Coyle and Luisa. INT. GUEST SUITE, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - MORNING Parrish knocks, waits a courteous moment, opens the door, finds Joe in an elegant shirt and trousers trying to tie his tie.

PARRISH:

Good morning.

JOE:

Good morning, Bill.

PARRISH:

How are you? How're you feeling?

JOE:

'Feeling'? I feel fine. How do you feel?

PARRISH:

Um -- well, I didn't sleep too well. This is crazy. This is the left- field thing of all time. What do I do? What do I tell my family?

JOE:

Oh, I wouldn't tell them anything, Bill. You'll ruin the good start we had last night. I felt as if I were being treated like a person. 'Joe' this and 'Joe' that - a nice smile - Quince passed me the rolls -- no 'rapture' or 'passion' or any of those mighty things you seem so intent on imparting, but I am cer- tain, should you - uh - say - uh - who I am - our adventure would end abruptly.Parrish regards Joe, the tie is a sorry mess now, a batwing of silk stretching across his collarbone. JOE (cont'd) But I did so enjoy your family. Parrish is startled, he regards Joe carefully.

PARRISH:

What about my family? This 'adven- ture' involved only me, right? Silence as Joe considers the point, Parrish quickly crosses to him, undoes the tie, and now begins tying it for him. PARRISH (cont'd) Tell you what, you promised that it's going to be only me and --

JOE:

And what?

PARRISH:

And I won't tell anyone who you are.

JOE:

Sounds fair enough.

PARRISH:

It is a deal?

JOE:

A 'deal'?

PARRISH:

You give your word, I give mine -- that we'll do what we say. It's a truth exchanged between two people. A moment.

JOE:

Bill --

PARRISH:

Yes?

JOE:

You've got a deal. Parrish seems relieved. He has now, with some difficulty, completed the tying of Joe's tie, adjusts it beautifully on Joe's collar, then spins him around in front of a mirror. Joe, catching sight of his own appearance, rises to the balls of his feet, quite taken. JOE (cont'd) This is great! (a moment) Now what do we do?

PARRISH:

Shake hands. Joe immediately extends his hand toward Parrish, but Parrish freezes on seeing the hand, stares at it, now takes it. Joe pumps Parrish's hand vigorously, then breaks into a broad smile. EXT. 5TH AVENUE, NEW YORK CITY - DAY Parrish and Joe striding downtown, Joe's jacket fits per- fectly, he blends right in and he clearly enjoys being part of the smart Fifth Avenue crowd on the way to work. Parrish senses Joe's pleasure, his slight preening, his eyes check- ing out the good-looking women headed for the offices at the top of corporate high-rises.

PARRISH:

You know, I got to thinking last night -- with you here, and seem- ingly occupied, how's your work going - uh - elsewhere? A flicker from Joe. He has heard what Parrish has said, his eyes busy with the grift and the sparkle of the Avenue, but he is concentrating on Parrish's words.

JOE:

When you were shaving this morning, you weren't just shaving, right?