旅行终点 The End of the Tour Movie Script

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his way of re-asserting himself after Lipsky’s perceived transgressions with David’s women friends.

DAVID:

Nice to meet you telephonically, too.

Let me ask him. (to Lipsky) Are you behaving yourself?

LIPSKY:

She’s asking that?

DAVID:

(to Sarah) I’m reasonably sure he is.

I don’t have eyes on him 24/7.

Lipsky reaches for the phone but David continues talking.

DAVID (CONT’D) What’re you up to tonight? Oh, wow.

You’re kidding me. Oh my gosh. What part are you up to? Wow, you’re really far along! Oh, thank you.

That’s very flattering.

Now that David’s talking about the book, Lipsky gives up in frustration, plops into a chair, and quietly seethes.

72 INT. HOTEL WHITNEY/LIPSKY'S ROOM - MINNEAPOLIS - 1996 - LATER72 Lipsky, in bed, is on the phone with Sarah. He’s livid.

LIPSKY:

What the f*** was that about?

SARAH’S VOICE (over phone) What.

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LIPSKY:

You were on the phone with him for like a half hour!

SARAH’S VOICE It wasn’t a half hour...

LIPSKY:

It was! It was twenty-five minutes; I timed it! You were only supposed to say hello!

73 INT. HOTEL WHITNEY/CORRIDOR/DAVID'S ROOM - MINNEAPOLIS - 199673 -MORNING Lipsky leaves his room and goes down the hall to collect David. He knocks on his door. Listens. TV sounds from inside. Knocks again.

LIPSKY:

David? Escort’s waiting. We gotta go.

David, still in boxers and Chicago Cubs t-shirt, frazzled, opens the door.

DAVID:

Sorry, man. Got totally lost in an orgy of crap.

David ducks into the bathroom.

DAVID:

A simultaneous broadcast of Falcon Crest, Magnum P.I., and Charlie’s

Angels:

A perfect storm of sh*t. Out in a minute.