FIGHT CLUB

JACK

YOU'RE NEVER GETTING THROUGH THIS FUCKING DOOR, YOU STUPID LITTLE

WEASEL!!

INT. JACK'S ROOM - LATER

Jack drinks a beer, smokes a cigarette and stares down at the PORCH,

which he can see from a sideward//downward angle. Ricky stands in the

same spot.

JACK (V.O.)

Sooner or later, we all just became what Tyler wanted us to be.

PG 96

EXT. PORCH - MORNING

Ricky's in the same spot. Next to him now is Bob, dressed in black

with brown paper bag and Army surplus mattress. Tyler steps out the

front door. Jack lights in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob.

TYLER (to Ricky)

Get your stuff.

(to Bob)

You're too old to train here. Sorry.

Tyler and Ricky go inside and Tyler slams the door.

INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - LATER

Jack stands in the open bathroom doorway, watching Tyler SHAVE off all

of Ricky's HAIR. When he's done, Tyler gives the top of Ricky's head a

sharp slap.

TYLER

A monkey, ready to be shot up into space, ready to sacrifice himself

for Project Mayhem.

And, so, all those with shaved heads will henceforth be termed "SPACE

MONKEYS".

EXT. PORCH - LATER

Jack looks out the window. Bob continues to stand, motionless. Ricky

comes out the front door with the broom.

RICKY

YOU'RE TOO FUCKING OLD! GET OUT OF HERE!

Ricky WHACKS Bob with the broom several times, then goes back inside,

SLAMMING THE DOOR. CUT TO:

EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

CLOSE ON JACK'S FACE, staring out the window.

VOICE

YOU'RE TOO SKINNY! GET OUT OF HERE!

FULL BACK TO REVEAL a SPACE MONKEY we've never seen before, with the

shaved head, whacking a SKINNY APPLICANT with the broom.

PG 97

INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME

Jack pulls back from the window. SPACE MONKEYS, all dressed in black,

all with shaved heads, are ALL OVER THE PLACE. There are tables set up

for them to wrap bars of soap. Jack lopes into the

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Where Space Monkeys render fat and make soap. Several, off to the

side, stir a large vat of RICE. One of them recites a memorized

statement:

FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY

"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same

decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the

same compost pile."

JACK (V.O.)

Planet Tyler

Jack dips a spoon into the rice vat and chomps on some rice in an

irritable way.

JACK (V.O.)

It could be worse. I could get hit by lightning and my head could burn

down to a smoldering baseball and my zipper could weld shut.

He moves back out to the

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

And tromps up the steps to the 2nd floor landing.

INT. TYLER'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters. Bob reads a book and makes marks on a chart. All along

the floor are baskets; each one is labeled with a number in sequence:

"1, 2," etc. The first ten are under a sign that says "WILMINGTON".

Then, there's a sign over some that says "NEW YORK", then "CHICAGO",

and other cities. There are dozens of BOOKS on FINANCE. Jack looks in

basket number "1" and sees the word "CITIBANK" at the top of a page.

He starts flipping through it; then the next basket.

Bob grabs Jack's hand and leads him away from the baskets.

BOB

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you don't ask questions.

PG 98

JACK

This is me, Bob. Tyler's been gone for over a week. What the hell is

going on?

BOB

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you --

JACK

Right.

Jack leaves the room.

INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Jack barges in among the laboring Space Monkeys. They pinch herbs into

the soap mix. They also use vodka. Jack grabs a bottle of vodka and

takes a long pull off it.

JACK (V.O.)

I had to hug the walls, being a mouse trapped inside this clockwork of

space monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams. The house

became a living thing, wet on the inside from so many people sweating

and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.

The PHONE RINGS. Jack snatches it. All the Monkeys stare at him.

JACK

Project Mayhem.

TYLER'S VOICE

Don't answer the phone like that.

Jack turns away from the others, moves to a corner, talks sotto voce.

JACK

Tyler! Where have you been?

TYLER'S VOICE

Don't ask questions.

There's a tense pause.

JACK (V.O.)

I Am Joe's Broken Heart because Tyler dumped me. Because I'm just

another cog ...

PG 99

TYLER'S VOICE

Be quiet and listen.

Jack reacts with surprise -- did Tyler hear his thoughts?

TYLER'S VOICE

I'll tell you everything when I get back. Right now, you gotta do

something for me.

JACK

Me? When?

TYLER'S VOICE

Tonight.

EXT. FRONT PORCH - LATER

Jack, Bob, and two other Space Monkeys step out the front door, laden

with boxes and equipment.

SKINNY SPACE MONKEY

"We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world".

The group of four steps off the porch and heads for a VAN.

EXT. PARK - NIGHT

A piece of ART adorns the top of a hill: a metal TOWER, wide at the

base and a hundred feet high, in design somewhat similar to the Eifel

Tower. At the top is a giant GLOBE made of circular poles and wires.

Jack, Bob and the other two monkeys attach the explosive packets to the

globe; wire the packets together; use sandbags to cover the packets.

EXT. PARK - LATER

The group of four huddle behind some bushes, staring at the globe. Bob

holds a small metal electronic box with a button -- a detonator. He

presses the button.

A RAPID SERIES of EXPLOSIONS runs from the base of the tower to the

top, along the four main structural supports. They are contained,

shaped blasts. The tower crumbles straight down. Bob turns to smile

at Jack.

BOB

Exactly the way it was supposed to work.

PG 100

The globe falls free, bangs into the top of the hill and begins to

roll. When it gets to the street, it bounces onto the top of a parked

LIMO -- and becomes a FLAMING, raised "GUTTERBALL" -- it never hits the

street -- it rolls over one parked limo or expensive luxury car after

another, crunching the roofs, causing the windows to explode outward.

Fifty cars get this treatment.

Then, it arrives at the lobby of a HOTEL, BROADSIDES a couple of limos,

CAROMS off them, TURNS and rolls directly into the front of a large

(closed) STARBUCKS, SMASHING DOWN the windows and the front door and

setting the place ON FIRE.

EXT. PARK - AERIAL VIEW

As Jack, Bob and the two other Monkeys FLEE, LAUGHING hysterically at

their handiwork. They split up and move in different directions.

MOVE IN ON JACK, sprinting, keeping hidden by bushes. SIRENS can be

heard. He's stripping off his ski mask, his gloves, his combat gear --

as he runs. Underneath are street clothes.

JACK (V.O.)

In that moment I "clicked". I became what Tyler wanted. I was his

limb, his appendage -- an extension of his will, nothing more. And he

knew it. I could feel him knowing it.

Jack dumps the wad of clothes into a trashcan and pulls up the

surrounding trash to cover them. He breaks into a sprint again,

heading for the edge of the park.

GUNSHOT. Jack's smile fades. He stops, looks toward the direction

from which the sound came. He turns, heads down along a row of hedges.

He comes to a

INT. CONCRETE STAIRCASE - CONTINUOUS

And moves to the top step, looking down. A COP is near the bottom,

running down to the sidewalk. Next to a STREETLAMP LIES a ONE of the

MONKEYS in full combat attire and ski mask. The body is MOTIONLESS,

SPRAWLED. In the hand is the DETONATOR -- looking somewhat like a gun.

The Cop pulls off the ski mask, revealing the DEAD FACE of Bob, a

BULLETHOLE through the head.

Jack flinches backwards as if punched in the stomach. He gasps for

breath. The Cop looks up and catches sight of Jack. He lifts his gun

and his PB radio. Jack jerks back out of sight.

PG 101

EXT. PARK - CONTINUOUS

Jack hobbles along. Nearby, from beyond a hedge, he hears the

crackling of a PB with a VOICE coming from it. Then:

COP'S VOICE (into PB)

Yeah. We found some clothes.

Jack, sweating like a pig, picks up his pace and heads for the edge of

the park.

EXT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - NIGHT

Jack, panting, white as a ghost, trembling, approaches from the

sidewalk. He sees the front door open and four Space Monkeys come out,

carrying LUGGAGE.

BIG-EARED MONKEY (a solemn chant)

We are now the ...

OTHER MONKEYS & BIG-EARED (unison)

... right hands of Tyler Durden.

Jack steps up onto the porch and sees that they are all holding FLIGHT

COUPONS. Jack notices that all of them have the KISS-SCAR on their

left hands. They ignore him with military demeanor and walk down to

the sidewalk and head for the bus stop.

JACK (V.O.)

Under and behind and inside everything I took for granted, something

horrible had been growing.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jack walks inside to see a Space Monkey, BEET-RED but silent, holding

out his hands while LYE BURNS the inside of the TOPS of his FINGERS.

Other Monkeys sit and await the process.

JACK (V.O.)

They were using lye to burn off their fingerprints.

INT. TYLER'S ROOM

Jack barges into the room, goes to the desk and rifles through drawers.

His elbow bangs against the top of an ANSWERING MACHINE. It plays

MESSAGES.

PG 102

MARLA'S VOICE

Look, don't get bent, okay? But ... there's a therapist that I think

could really help you. Give me a call. Okay?

Click. Next message:

DETECTIVE STERN'S VOICE

This is Detective Stern with the arson unit. I've called four times in

the last two days. I need you to come in for some further questioning.

Jack shivers, snaps OFF the machine, then more furiously continues his

search. He finally finds flight coupons -- both used and unused. The

used ones have the flight information, including the destination

cities. He stuffs all of them into his pocket.

CLOSE SHOT: SIGN: "LAGUARDIA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT".

INT. BAR - NIGHT

Jack walks in and sees several MALE PATRONS with FIGHT BRUISES. Jack

goes to the bar, sidles next to the bruised men and the BRUISED

BARTENDER. They stare at him.

JACK

This is an emergency. I'm looking for Tyler Durden.

BRUISED PATRON

Never heard of him. Sir.

He and the other bruised patrons and the bartender WINK at Jack and

crack slight smiles.

MONTAGE - DAY & NIGHT:

"WELCOME TO" AIRPORT SIGNS -- Atlanta, Chicago, Dallas, Phoenix, Los

Angeles".

FACES -- bruised, smiling, tight-lipped.

JACK (V.O.)

In every city, I branched out from the airport to downtown and checked

bars. There was always a fight club. Tyler was setting up franchises,

all over the country.

PG 103

INT. ANOTHER BAR - NIGHT

Jack walks in and sits at the bar. The BARTENDER wears a NECK BRACE

and has a black eye.

BARTENDER

Welcome back, Sir. No one's in here. It's always empty the day after

fight club.

JACK

Talk to me. Have you ever met Tyler Durden?

BARTENDER

Is this a test, Sir?

JACK

Yeah, it's a test.

BARTENDER

You were in here last Thursday night. You were standing right there,

asking me about how good our security is. And it's tight as a drum.

JACK

Who do you think I am?

JACK (V.O.)

Please return your seatbacks to their full upright and locked position.

BARTENDER

You're the person who did *this* to me.

The Bartender shows Jack his hand -- it has the kiss-shaped scar.

BARTENDER

You're Tyler Durden, Sir.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Jack bursts inside, runs to the phone, punches a number. He doesn't

bother to turn on the lamp.

INTERCUT WITH

PG 104

INT. MARLA'S ROOM - SAME

Marla answers the phone.

MARLA

Yeah?

JACK

It's me. Have we ever had sex?

MARLA

What kind of stupid question is that?!!