旅行终点 The End of the Tour Movie Script

FLASH TO:

6 INT. CAR/OUTSKIRTS - CHICAGO - 1996 - DAY 6 A blurry, indistinct POV shot of DAVID FOSTER WALLACE in the passenger seat of a moving car: Lipsky’s memory struggling to come into focus.

DAVID’S VOICE No, the big thing when I was little, I was like a really serious jock... CUT BACK TO: 9 INT. LIPSKY’S WEST END AVE APT/OFFICE - NYC - 2008 - DAY 9 Lipsky listens.

DAVID’S VOICE ...city-wide football as a kid. I was real big, really strong as a kid. And then for four or five years, I was gonna be a pro tennis player. My great dream. Reading was just kind of fun. A weird thing that I did on the side 4.

Lipsky stops and presses rewind on the tape player. He ruminates as we HEAR the whir of the tape rewinding.

FLASHBACK TO: 10 EXT. DOWNTOWN SKYLINE - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 10 The heart-stopping view of the illuminated twin towers tells us we are in pre-2001 New York.

SUPER TITLE: 12 YEARS EARLIER LIPSKY (O.S.) (reads) “I didn’t understand SoHo... 11 INT. BOOK SHOP - UPPER WEST SIDE - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 11 Lipsky stands before a paltry turnout - consisting of old people and a few loyal friends (among them his pretty girlfriend, SARAH) - reading from his novel, The Art Fair.

Here, Lipsky is 30 years old but looks like a student, his long, dark, Byronic hair framing his fine features.

LIPSKY (CONT’D) -the warehouses, the old buildings, the cobbled streets.

Distracted by disinterested CUSTOMERS who continue to browse, Lipsky hears a muffled giggle and sees a YOUNG COUPLE in the audience flirting and clearly not listening.

LIPSKY (CONT’D) It wasn’t the Upper East Side, and it was dirty. I felt marooned. Our mother had taken us off the track of the nice life we’d been on. She’d moored us in a creepy cul-de-sac with her art-world friends.

14 EXT./INT. KGB BAR - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 14 Deafening music. A crowded, noisy gathering of mostly young, cool, black-attired New York writers and artists.

LIPSKY (V.O.) (CONTD) None of the kids in my school had parents in the art world. It made me feel different. Like there was something I had to cover up.” Lipsky gets two glasses of wine from a bar. We FOLLOW as he makes his way through the crowd. He knows a lot of people with whom he exchanges ad-libbed greetings along the way.

They have to SHOUT to be heard above the din.

5.

BEARDED GUY: David, hi! How’d your reading go?

LIPSKY:

Great!

BEARDED GUY: Sorry I missed it!

LIPSKY:

Don’t worry about it!

Drinks held aloft, Lipsky continues into the crowd. A MODEL:

MODEL:

I heard you got the Rolling Stone job!

LIPSKY:

We’ll see! I’m sort of on probation!

Lipsky delivers the drink to Sarah, who stands in a circle of acquaintances in mid-conversation.

SARAH’S FRIEND Did you see Kirn’s review in New York Magazine? The guy’s been f***ing canonized!

LIPSKY:

Who’s this?

SARAH:

David Foster Wallace.