They like to wander from room to room during the night; if the door’s closed, they’ll eat it to get through if they have to. ‘Night.
Lipsky makes a move to shake his host’s hand but doesn’t.
David goes. Lipsky finds himself surrounded by intimidating stacks of domestic and foreign editions of David’s books.
41A INT. DAVID’S HOUSE/GUEST ROOM - 1996 - LATER 41A Lipsky is in bed. From his POV on the floor: The looming towers of Infinite Jest. The door creaks open: Drone and Jeeves pay a visit.
43 EXT. DAVID’S HOUSE - 1996 - DAWN 43 In the middle of a wintry field.
44 INT. DAVID’S HOUSE/KITCHEN - 1996 - DAWN 44 Lipsky, wrecked, enters and finds David drinking coffee.
DAVID:
Morning. There’s coffee...
LIPSKY:
No, thanks. I don’t need caffeine to wake up. But cigarettes...?
He lights up.
DAVID:
Brothers of the lung.
A Pop-Tart pops up from the toaster.
DAVID:
Want to split this with me? It’s the last one I’ve got.
32.
LIPSKY:
No thanks.
David splits it in two and offers Lipsky half.
DAVID:
Mi Pop-Tart es su Pop-Tart.
Thanks.
LIPSKY:
They bite into their Pop-Tarts.
46 EXT. DAVID’S HOUSE - 1996 - MOMENTS LATER 46 A miserable morning. Grey, freezing rain.
ice off the windshield.
Lipsky scrapes 47 I/E. CAR/OUTSKIRTS - BLOOMINGTON - 1996 - MORNING 47 Windshield wipers clear falling sleet. The tape recorder onthe transmission between them. Radio plays softly. Ridingpast farmland, plants, strip malls. David, in the passengerseat, gives the lay of the land.
DAVID:
...There’s a Mitsubishi plant, and then there’s a lot of farm-support stuff, like Ro-Tech, Anderson Seeds...
