第六感生死缘Meet Joe Black Movie Script

PARRISH:

Good morning, Drew. Thanks for coming out.

DREW:

Well, it's a big day. Wanted to line up a few ducks before kickoff. Any thoughts? Last minute refine- ments or variations?

PARRISH:

'Thoughts'? Not a one -- but I did hear a voice last night.

DREW:

A voice?

PARRISH:

In my sleep.

DREW:

What'd it say?

PARRISH:

'Yes'.

DREW:

'Yes' to the deal?

PARRISH:

Maybe, who knows? You know how voices are. Let's go. Quince comes running up now.

QUINCE:

Hi, Bill --

PARRISH:

Good morning, Quince.

QUINCE:

How're you doing--?

PARRISH:

I'm doing great. You ready?

QUINCE:

I am, this is it. B Day.

PARRISH:

How's that, Quince?

QUINCE:

Bontecou Day. Going to close with Big John -- Look at you, Bill, all cool as a cat and over at Bontecou's, I'll bet he's shitting in his pants.

ALLISON:

(to Quince) Honey, please.

QUINCE:

Okay. All aboard - New York, New York!

ALLISON:

Remember everybody, tonight, dinner in the city at Daddy's. You too, Drew. We've still got some loose ends --

PARRISH:

Not my birthday again?

SUSAN:

You're only six-five once.

PARRISH:

Thank God. Now could we go? Let's get this day started. Drew ushers everybody on, first Parrish, then Susan and Quince, Drew the last to climb on, shuts the door behind him As Allison hurries away from the whirling rotors. INT. ASTAR HELICOPTER - DAY The configuration of seats has Drew beside Parrish, in front of them Quince and Susan opposite each other in single seats. Just as Drew removes color-coded folders from his attache case and spreads them out for Parrish on his tray table, the pilot waves to Drew, indicating 'phone call'. Drew gets up and heads for the cockpit, Parrish scans the folders, glances over at Susan who is making some notes on a file of her own. He motions to her to please come sit beside him, she checks that Drew is still busy in the cockpit, tucks her papers into her carryall, and crosses over to Parrish who folds away the work that Drew set before him into his tray table, locks it.

SUSAN:

I thought you were in a meeting--?

PARRISH:

I am. With you. He peers up ahead at Drew, on the telephone and gesticulat- ing intensely, right at home in the cockpit despite the CHOP of the blades and the pilot pressed up against him. PARRISH (cont'd) Do you love Drew?

SUSAN:

...There's a start for a meeting.