第六感生死缘Meet Joe Black Movie Script

DREW:

How did Bill react to the leads you've developed?

QUINCE:

He was interested.

DREW:

(prompting) -- But he was concerned about the timing?

QUINCE:

The timing -- yes. He says it's up to Joe.

DREW:

'It's up to Joe'?

QUINCE:

That's what he said. Quince, having dispensed his information, looks proudly around at the Board members. They are stunned, Sloane in shock. Drew is absolutely still, letting Quince's words sink in. INT. DINING ROOM, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Parrish, Joe, Susan, Allison and Quince are seated at the table, dessert plates in front of them, coffee cups beside. Allison and Susan's eyes are on Parrish, looking for some clue as to why has he gathered the family together yet again. Parrish is somewhat within himself, but he peeks over his demi-tasse cup at Joe, Parrish aware of Joe's heightened interest in Susan, and Susan's reciprocation. Coyle enters carrying two imposing stemmed silver trays with cakes on them, Luisa follows with one other. They set them down in front of Parrish.

PARRISH:

What is this?

ALLISON:

Annie made them.

PARRISH:

Who's Annie?

ALLISON:

From La Rosette, only the greatest pastry chef in America. (pointing) This is orange, from real Seville oranges. Lemon, on a mille-feuille crust, a little on the fanciful. And a while, nothing like a good old white cake, vanilla, with Angel food but some maroons shavings thrown in.
来自La Rosette，美国唯一最伟大的糕点厨师。（指着）这是橘子，来自真正的塞维利亚橘子。柠檬，加上千层薄饼，再加上一点奇异的味道。还有一段时间，没有什么比得上好的老白蛋糕，香草，还有天使的食物，只有一些栗子刨花。

PARRISH:

I don't like cake.

ALLISON:

It's for the party, Dad --

PARRISH:

Oh, the goddam party --

ALLISON:

'Goddam party'! Allison bursts into tears. ALLISON (cont'd) (to Quince) Did you hear that? Quince quickly slashes a piece, takes a huge bite.

QUINCE:

This is great, honey. The orange. Has it got a little vodka in it? Like that Finnish stuff, orange vodka -- (to Parrish) Put your lips around this one, Bill. It's out of this world.

PARRISH:

No thank you, Quince. (to Allison) I'm sorry, honey. I'm no good at this. Why don't you choose whatever cake you like?

ALLISON:

I knew you were going to say that. Tito Puente. The old platoon. Now the cake. You just don't care. Why did I do this? I should have my head examined. I'm trying to throw the party for the century for my father -- and you know what -- he doesn't give a sh*t. She bursts into tears all over again.

QUINCE:

But he does give a sh*t. Don't you, Bill?

PARRISH:

Yeah, I give a sh*t.

QUINCE:

See. There. What'd I tell you? Joe watches as Quince dabs at Allison's tears with a napkin. QUINCE (cont'd) Feel better?

ALLISON:

Yeah, but --

QUINCE:

But what?

ALLISON:

What will I tell Annie? Parrish forks a bit of a cake.

PARRISH:

This one.

QUINCE:

The vodka. What'd I tell you? Quince puts a reassuring arm around Allison, she seems to relax now, Joe has been a keen observer of what has trans- pired between husband and wife, between man and woman, a sense that he has taken in the virtue of such a relation- ship. INT. SALON, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT After dinner, Parrish, Allison and Susan are gathered to- gether. At the bar on the other side of the room, Joe watches as Quince pours himself a stiff hooker of brandy.