FIGHT CLUB

Jack crumples to the floor and wrestles with himself. He punches

himself, he tries to trap pin his own arms, he kicks himself. RAPID

CUT TO:

INT. TOP FLOOR LOBBY

Tyler leaps to his feet and dashes away. Jack pulls himself up and

follows into a --

INT. LARGE SOCIAL ROOM

With floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city. There are a

HUNDRED DUFFEL BAGS lining the floor, along the walls.

Tyler leaps onto Jack seizes the gun. Jack holds onto Tyler. Tyler

shoves the gun barrel into Jack's mouth.

TYLER

Okay -- let's kill you -- let's kill *both* of us. Be a martyr for the

cause.

Tyler pushes Jack against a glass wall. Jack, exhausted, is losing his

spirit.

JACK (V.O.)

I think this is about where we came in.

TYLER

Two minutes.

Jack collapses to the floor. Tyler moves down with him, keeping the

gun in Jack's mouth. He sits on Jack.

JACK

Either way -- the building blows us up or you pull the trigger -- it'll

finally be over.

TYLER

This building isn't going to blow up. It's the observation room.

Pay-per-view. So, what are you going to do? You don't even have the

guts to make a decision.

PG 126

Jack looks into his eyes for a moment, then reaches up and PULLS THE

TRIGGER. *GO TO SLOW MOTION* AS -- KABLAM! his cheeks INFLATE with gas

from the gun. His eyes bulge, BLOOD flies out backwards from his head.

SMOKE wafts out of his mouth.

RESUME NORMAL SPEED as Tyler gapes at Jack, then reaches behind his

head and feels -- there's a HOLE BLOWN OUT THE BACK. Tyler's eyes

glaze over and he falls backwards, plopping on the floor, DEAD, with a

grin on his face.

A throng of Space Monkeys -- two of whom drag Marla -- RUSHES into the

room. They see Jack, ALONE, holding a gun, bleeding profusely from the

side of his face, where he's SHOT A HOLE through HIS CHEEK. He stares

at the empty floor in front of him with his weird, little smile.

TALL SPACE MONKEY

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, SIR?!!

The two Space Monkeys who hold Marla press forward through the crowd.

One of them puts a GUN to her head. He COCKS it.

TALL SPACE MONKEY

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, SIR?!!

Jack takes in the sight of Marla and the gun at her head. He cracks a

Tyler-esque grin.

JACK

Everything's fine. Give me the girl.

The Monkeys release Marla. She moves next to Jack, now becoming more

shocked by his bloody state. Jack grabs her arm. She digs through her

purse and pulls out a wad of tissue paper. She puts them into his

mouth to plug the hole.

MARLA

What the fuck is going on?!

Jack cracks his weird, little smile; his eyes are wide and

half-insane-looking. He winks at Marla and squeezes her hand.

JACK

Tyler's dead.

The Space Monkeys all grab their duffel bags and file out of the room,

saluting Jack as they go.

Now, Jack and Marla are completely alone. He struggles to get to his

feet. She helps him. They look out the window.

PG 127

MASSIVE EXPLOSION -- a building a quarter of a mile away. It's

destruction is completely visible from here. The glass walls RATTLE

LOUDLY from the shock wave. They both stare out the window.

JACK

Listen, you met me at a really weird time in my life ...

Marla looks at Jack, then looks back out the window. He reaches for

her hand. She takes his hand.

They are SILHOUETTED against BRIGHT FLASHES as ANOTHER BUILDING

EXPLODES and COLLAPSES. ANOTHER BUILDING EXPLODES. And ANOTHER

BUILDING. And ANOTHER BUILDING.

The FILM SLOWS DOWN, then ADVANCES ONE FRAME at a TIME -- SHOWING the

SPROCKET HOLES on the SIDES. It's CAUGHT in the mechanism of the

projector's GATE. EACH FRAME is the EXPLODING BUILDINGS -- then, *ONE

FRAME is a PENIS*. Then, EXPLODING BUILDINGS again. SPEED UP the

frames, LOSE the sprocket holes, RESUME NORMAL SPEED.

FADE OUT

*THE END*