Dream The End » Alexander Jacobs

Point Blank!!! (1)

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:08:53 +0000

The thought jolts Walker. He shakes her. She does not stir. he shakes her again more savagely. She moves sluggishly.

CHRIS (thickly)
Walker!… You can’t be…

WALKER
Where’s Reese?

Chris turns on her back, opens her eyes still heavy with a sleep.

CHRIS
You’re supposed to be dead…
Lynne said so…

WALKER (gratingly)
She’s dead.

CHRIS (questioningly)
Dead!… You?

WALKER
No…her…those.

He points to a bottle of sleeping pills on a nearby table.

CHRIS
I… I… I’m not sleeping.

WALKER (grimly)
She is.

Chris settles herself more comfortably. Her face, though still suffused with a sleep, is open and warm: the line of her body beneath the nightgown has sensuality.

WALKER
I heard you’re with Reese?

CHRIS
You heard wrong…

WALKER
Is he after you?

CHRIS
All the time…

WALKER
Do you want him?

CHRIS
He makes my flesh crawl.

WALKER
I want him.

CHRIS
You were always the best thing about Lynne.

Point Blank!!! (2)

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:08:53 +0000

CHRIS (sighs)

If there were any justice, they would have us shot, people like you and me. They ought to put us out of our misery.

WALKER
I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.

Point Blank!!! (3)

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:08:53 +0000

Chris turns on Walker, her face blazing with anger.

CHRIS (incredulously)
Your money… You made me go to him just to get your money?

WALKER
He’s splattered all over the sidewalk. What do you want me to do?

Chris’s outburst has left her limp.

CHRIS (flatly)
You made a big mistake, Walker…
You owed it to yourself – and to Lyne – and to me. You should have killed him. You cheated all of us.

Point Blank!!! (4)

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:08:53 +0000

CHRIS (dismissively)
You’re finished now…you’ve got nothing left – Cant you see that?

Walker stands motionless in the middle of the room. He wrestles to hold down his mixed rising emotions.

WALKER (thickly)
Just my money..that’s what’s left.

He goes to the phone and searches for a number in the telephone book, riffling the pages with unnecessary violence.

CHRIS
You’d better hold on to it. It’s all you’ve got. You know something? You’re dead! You died at Alcatraz, after all.

Point Blank!!! (5)

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:08:53 +0000

Walter wakes up with a start and a cry on his lips. Chris stirs, driving between sleeping and waking. Walker looks at his watch, listens for any sounds downstairs, then gets quickly out of bed.

CHRIS (sleepily)
Don’t go, Walker.

Walker is rapidly dressing. There is a great tenderness between them.

WALKER (ironically)
You know.

CHRIS (smiles)
I know.

Walker
I’ve been this route before.

CHRIS (grimly)
Not only you.

WALKER
Reese, too.

CHRIS (quietly)
Maybe you just broke the pattern.

She lies languidly in the bed. He stands over her.

WALKER
You think so? Doesn’t this remind you of anything?

He picks up his gun format he bedside and puts it in his pocket. It is a replica of their first meeting in Chris’s house.

CHRIS (smiles)
You’re right. This is how you found me – in bed.

She watches his every movement as he dresses.

CHRIS (softly)
Is it full circle?

WALKER
I can only see around the next curve.

It is a declaration of love.

CHRIS
That’s more than most people can see.

Alexander Jacobs – Bio

DTE Studio — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 21:07:46 +0000

Alexander Jacobs was born in London in 1927. He was originally a champion cyclist, taking part in the Tour de France. After suffering from major cycling injuries, he became a Hollywood screenwriter. He wrote Point Blank with Rafe and David Newhouse. Jacobs is also credited on Hell in the Pacific, French Connection II, and The Seven-Ups.

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