旅行终点 The End of the Tour Movie Script

DAVID:

Mostly 'cause I was scared I would do something stupid. I had a friend from high school who tried to kill himself by sitting in a garage with the car runnin'. And what it turned out was, he didn't die, but it really f***ed up his brain.

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And I knew, that if anybody was fated to f*** up a suicide attempt, it was me.

LIPSKY:

So there you are still in your twenties...

DAVID:

My late twenties.

LIPSKY:

Your late twenties, somewhat in pain about your desire to become a sort of successful literary person.

DAVID:

I think probably the not very sophisticated diagnosis is that I was depressed. 'Cause by this time, my ego's all invested in the writing.

It's the only thing that I've gotten, you know, food pellets from the universe for. So I felt really

trapped:

Like, “Uh-oh, my five years is up. I've gotta move on, but I don't want to move on.” I was really stuck.

And drinking was part of that. But it wasn't that I was stuck because I drank. It was like, I really sort of felt like my life was over at twenty- eight. And that felt really bad, and I didn't wanna feel it. So I would do all kinds of things: I mean, I would drink real heavy, I would like f*** strangers. Oh, God --Or, then, for two weeks I wouldn't drink, and I'd run ten miles every morning, in a desperate, like very American, “I will fix this somehow, by taking radical action” sort of thing.

LIPSKY:

And here you are, promoting this acclaimed book. Not bad.

DAVID:

David. This [the interview] is nice.

This is not real.

They look at one another.

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58 INT. AIRPORT/ARRIVALS - MINNEAPOLIS - 1996 - DAY 58 The guys walk toward baggage claim.

DAVID:

An escort’s supposed to pick me up and, you know, escort me to the reading. Of course, when I hear “escort,” I imagine like full geisha with hairpins who will take you to the bookstore, then back to the hotel, walk on your back and f*** your eyeballs out.

Lipsky is laughing.

LIPSKY:

I think that’s her.

DAVID:

Ah. Just as I pictured.

At the end of a long corridor stands a solidly-built, perky, forty-ish woman, PATTY, holding a sign: “MR. WALLACE.”

PATTY:

Mr. Wallace! I recognized you from your photograph! I’m Patty Gundersson!

Welcome to Minneapolis!

DAVID:

Thank you, Patty.

LIPSKY:

Hi, I’m David Lipsky.