FIGHT CLUB Final Script

TYLER' s hand holds a HANDGUN with barrel lodged in JACK'S MOUTH. Jack is sitting on a chair. They are both sweating and disheveled, both around 30; Tyler is blond, handsome (we can't see Tyler's face yet, only his body moving); and Jack, brunette, is appealing in a dry sort of way.

TYLER
Three minutes. This is it: Ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?

JACK (V.O.)
For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.

JACK (V.O.)
That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.

JACK (V.O.)
We have front row seats for this theater of Mass Destruction. The Demolitions Committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges, and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.

JACK (V.O)
And suddenly I realize that all of this: the gun the bombs, the revolution...has got something to do with a girl named Marla Singer.

PULL BACK from Jack's face. It's pressed against TWO LARGE BREASTS that belong to...BOB, 45, a moose of a man. Jack is engulfed by Bob in an intense embrace. Bob weeps openly.

Men are paired off, hugging, talking in emotional tones. Near the door, a SIGN on a stand: "REMAINING MEN TOGETHER."

JACK (V.O.)
This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me...that was Bob.

JACK (V.O.)
Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit--

JACK (V.O.)
Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.

Echo " I couldn't sleep...I couldn't sleep...I couldn't sleep..."
Jack, sleepy, stands over a copy machine. His Starbucks cup sits on the lid, moving back and forth as the machine copies.

JACK (V.O.)
With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy.

JACK (V.O.)
When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be corporations that name everything: The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Microsoft Galaxy. Planet Starbucks.

Jack, sipping stares blankly as his BOSS enters, Starbucks cup in hand, and hands a stack of reports.

BOSS
Gonna need you out-of-town a little more this week. We've got some "red-flags" to cover.

JACK
(listless management speak)
You want me to de-prioritize my current reports until you advise of a status upgrade?

BOSS
Make these your primary "action items". Here are your flight coupons. Call me from the road if there are any snags.

Jack sits on the toilet, CORDLESS PHONE to his ear, flips through an IKEA catalog. There's a stack of old PLAYBOY magazines and other catalogs nearby.

JACK (V.O.)
Like so many others, I had become a slave to the IKEA nesting instinct.

JACK (V.O.)
If I saw something clever like coffee table sin the shape of a yin and yang, I had to have it.

JACK (V.O.)
The Klipske personal office unit, the Hovertrekke home exer-bike. Or the Johannshamnh sofa with the Strinne green stripe pattern...

JACK (V.O.)
Even the Rislampa wire lamps of environmentally-friendly unbleached paper.

JACK (V.O.)
I would flip through catalogs and wonder "what kind of dining set defines me as a person?"

A dining room set APPEARS. Jack, the cordless phone still glued to his ear, walks INTO FRAME and continues. Jack opens a cabinet with plates in it.

JACK (V.O.)
I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard working people of...wherever.

Jack closes the cabinet. He rummages through the refrigerator. It's practically empty. Jack takes out a jar of mustard, opens it and uses a butter knife to eat it.

Jack, eyes puffy, face pale, sits before an INTERN, who studies him with bemusement.

JACK
What about narcolepsy? I nod off, I wake up in strange places, I have no idea how I got there.

INTERN
(overlapping with above)
No. You need healthy, natural sleep. Chew some valerian root and get some more exercise.

INTERN
(facetious)
You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday night. See guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.

Jack sitting on a chair, puts on a NAMETAG on his shirt. They are all listening to a group member speak at a lectern. The SPEAKER has pale skin and sunken eyes -- he's clearly dying.

SPEAKER
I always wanted 3 kids. Two boys and a girl. Mindy wanted two girls and a boy. We never could agree on anything.

SPEAKER
Well uh, she.. she had her first child last week, a...,a girl, with her uh...new husband...

The speaker breaks down, WEEPS UNCONTROLLABLY. Jack watches. The group leader go up to the speaker comforting him.

LEADER
I look around this room and I see a lot of courage. And that gives me strength. We give each other strength.

Jack looks around. Many of the men are sniffing, sobbing. Jack squirms in his seat.

LEADER
It's time for the one-on-one. Let's all of us follow Thomas's example and really open ourselves. Can anyone find a partner?

Everyone gets out of their chairs and begins pairing-off. Jack remains in his seat, uncomfortable. Bob, his chin down on his chest, starts toward Jack, shuffling in his feet.

JACK (V.O.)
And this is how I met the big moosie, his eyes already shrink-wrapped in tears. Knees together, those awkward little steps.

JACK (V.O.)
Bob had been a champion body-builder. You know that chest expansion program you see on late night TV? That was his idea.

BOB
I was a juicer. You know Using steroids. Diabonol, then Wisterol, they use for racehorses for Christsakes. And now I'm bankrupt, I'm divorced, my two grown kids won't even return my calls...

Bob breaks into sobbing, putting his head on Jack's shoulder and completely covering Jack's face. After a long beat crying, Bob raises up his head, looks at Jack's NAMETAG.

JACK (V.O.)
And then something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion -- dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Jack pulls away from Bob. On Bob's chest there's a WET MASK OF JACK'S FACE from how he looks weeping.

Jack stares at a paper with SUPPORT GROUPS' s programs, which is stack on a board. He looks around and then he grabs the paper.

Jack stands with a weeping middle-aged woman. He begins to cry along with her. A sign by the door: "Seize the day".

Jack is sitting in his office and reads a newspaper. He notes other support groups.

Everyone, including Jack, sits back in their seats, EYES CLOSED. The Leader speaks into a microphone.

JACK (V.O.)
I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites; I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.

LEADER
Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. It moves over your body healing you.

LEADER
Now keep this going, remember to breathe...and step forward through the back door of the room. Where does it lead? To your cave...

LEADER'S VOICE
Step forward into your cave. That's right. You're going deeper into your cave. And you're going to find, your power animal...

Jack comes upon a PENGUIN. The penguin looks at him, cocks his head to signal Jack forward.

JACK (V.O.)
Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again. Resurrected.

JACK (V.O.)
Bob loved me, because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry -- this was my vacation.

We hear noise from a woman's high heals. MARLA SINGER enters, smoking. She has short hair matte black hair and big, dark eyes like a character from Japanese animation.

Everyone sits back in their seats. MOVE THROUGH ROOM...FIND JACK'S FACE as he stares....MOVE THROUGH ROOM...FIND MARLA'S FACE. She's drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette.

JACK (V.O.)
This...chick...Marla Singer...did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar.

Marla sits with the group, smoking, listening intently while a member speaks. Jack spies on her.

JACK (V.O.)
She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at "Free and Clear", my blood parasites group Thursdays.

Marla sits at the of the row smoking. All the faces down the row are turned toward her, incredulous...

Jack sits in his chair. He hears something behind his back. He turns--and it is MARLA who is lighting a cigarette.

JACK (V.O.)
Marla--the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. And suddenly I felt nothing. I couldn't cry. So, once again, I couldn't sleep.

Marla walks out. The support group dispersing. Jack exits amongst them. He spots Marla walking away. Jack stares Marla for a long moment. He walks away.

JACK (V.O.)
Next group, after guided meditation, after we open our heart chakras, when it's time to hug, I'm gonna grab that little bitch Marla Singer and scream...

JACK (V.O.)
When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake.

Taking the lectern is CHLOE, a pale, sickly girl whose skin stretches yellowish and tight over bones. She wears a head bondage. She clears her throat.

JACK (V.O.)
Oh, yeah, Chloe. Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around a party being extra nice to everybody.

CHLOE
Well, I'm still here--but I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news -- I no longer have any fear of death.

CHLOE
But...I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end and all I want is to get laid for the last time.
(leaning very close to the microphone)
I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants and amyl nitrate...--

LEADER
You're standing at the entrance to your cave. You step inside your cave and you walk.

JACK (V.O.)
If I had a tumor, I'd named it Marla. Marla...the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

LEADER
...deeper into your cave as you walk. You feel the healing energy of this place all around you. Now, find your power animal.

Jack finds Marla smoking a cigarette. Marla cocks her head, indicating when wants him to --

Jack's eyes open and turn to Marla, watching her blow smoke rings with her eyes closed.

JACK sees Marla, off by herself. Someone heads for her. Jack darts toward Marla. STAY ON JACK AND MARLA as Jack CLAMPS his arms around her. He whispers into her ear.

JACK
In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word. I know we're all dying. But you're not dying the way Chloe back there is dying.

JACK
So, you're a tourist. Ok? I've seen you? I saw you at melanoma, I saw you at tuberculosis and I saw you at testicular cancer!

MARLA
Telling me off. Is it going as well as you hoped...?
(reads his nametag)
"...Rupert"?

Marla puts her head down on Jack's shoulder as if she were crying. Jack feels uncomfortable.

JACK
No, look. This is important ok? These are my groups, I've been coming here for over a year.

JACK
I don't know. When people think you are dying, they really listen, instead--

JACK
I'm not kidding! I can't cry if there's another faker person and I need this. So you got to find somewhere else to go.

MARLA
Well, technically. I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.

Marla walks with authority up to an unwatched DRYER. She takes out the clothes, picks out jeans, pants and shirts.

HONK! Jack starts. Marla's led him into the street with traffic barreling down. Marla walks on, oblivious as CARS screech to a half, HORNS BLARING. Jack dashes, following.

Marla drops the pile of clothes on a counter. An old CLERK sifts through the clothes, begins writing on a pad.

MARLA
So, we each have three --that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer.

MARLA
(to the clerk)
Thank you.
(to Jack)
That's your favorite too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?

Jack hesitates, unsure, then runs to catch up to her. Marla walks into the street, causing SCREECHING and HONKING.

Marla turns back to Jack. Jack takes out a business card, writes his number on the back, hands it to her. She takes the pen, grabs his hand and writes the number in his palm.

JACK (V.O.)
Marla's philosophy was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy was, she said, that she didn't.

MARLA
It doesn't have your name. Who are you? Cornelius? Rupert? Travis? Any of the stupid names you give each night?

Jack starts to answer, but the traffic noise is too loud. Marla just shakes her head. A BUS moves into view, obscuring her.

The rear of a CRASHED CAR sticks up by the side of the road. Jack stands, marking on a clipboard. The SUN SETS behind.

Jack stands on a conveyor belt, briefcase at his feet. He watches PEOPLE MOVING PAST on the opposite conveyor.

JACK (V.O.)
If you wake up at a different time and in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Jack sits next to a BUSINESSMAN. As they have idle CONVERSATION, we MOVE IN ON Jack's tray. An ATTENDANT'S HANDS set coffee down with a small container of cream.

JACK (V.O.)
Everywhere I travel -- tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter.

JACK (V.O.)
The people I meet on each flight -- they're single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together, but that's all we get

Jack feels something on the bed, lifts it -- a small DINNER MINT. He opens it and eats it.

JACK (V.O.)
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Two TECHNICIANS lead Jack to the BURNT-OUT SHELL of a WRECKED AUTOMOBILE. Jack sets down his briefcase, opens it and starts to make notes on a CLIP BOARDED FORM.

JACK (V.O.)
I'm a recall coordinator. My job is to apply the formula. It's a story problem.

TECHNICIAN #1
Here's where the infant went through the windshield. Three points.

JACK (V.O.)
A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up.

TECHNICIAN #2
The teenager's braces around the backseat ashtray would make a good "anti-smoking" ad.

JACK (V.O.)
The car crushes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now: do we initiate a recall?

TECHNICIAN #1
The father's must've been huge. See how the fat burnt into the driver's seat with the polyester shirt? Very "modern art".

JACK (V.O.)
Take the number of vehicles in the field (A), multiply it by the probable rate of failure (B), then multiply the result by the average out-of-court settlement (C). A times B times C equals X...

Turgid silence. Jack is about to eat his desert. He turns to the window. He sees a PELICAN get SUCKED into the TURBINE.

JACK (V.O.)
Every time the plane banked too sharply on take-off or landing, I prayed for a crash, or a mid-air collision -- anything.

Jack's face remains bland during the following: the plane BUCKLES -- the cabin wobbles. People panic. Masks drop. The side of plane SHEARS OFF! Screaming PASSENGERS are sucked out into the night air, flying past the quivering wind. Magazines and other objects fly everywhere.

DING! -- The seatbelt light goes OUT. Jack SNAPS AWAKE. EVERYTHING IS NORMAL. Some passengers get out of their seats. From next to Jack, a VOICE we've heard before...

TYLER
"If you are seated in an emergency exit row...", yeah..." and you feel you would be unable or unwilling to perform duties listed on safety card, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you."

TYLER
Oxygen, gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths...Suddenly you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate.

TYLER
Emergency water landing, 600 miles per hour. Blank faces - calm as Hindu cows.

Tyler reaches under the seat in front of him and lifts a BRIEFCASE. Jack points to his own briefcase.

Tyler opens his briefcase. He pops the latches and raises the lid to reveal quaintly-wrapped bars of SOAP.

Tyler reaches the briefcase and takes out his card. He hands it to Jack. "THE PAPER STREET SOAP COMPANY".

TYLER
Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate, you could make napalm?

TYLER
That's right. One can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items.

JACK
Tyler, you are by far, the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met.

Tyler stares Jack. Jack, enjoying his own chance to be witty, leans closer to Tyler.

TYLER
Now a question of etiquette: As I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Tyler moves to the aisle, his ass toward Jack, walks away... In his way there's an ATTENDANT. He moves, his "crotch" toward the ATTENDANT'S butt. Tyler goes to the curtain dividing First Class, slaps the curtain aside and sits in an empty seat. Jack watches.

JACK (V.O.)
How I came to live with Tyler is: airlines have this policy about vibrating luggage.

Utterly empty of baggage. No people except for Jack and a SECURITY FORCE MAN. The Security TFM, smirking, holds a receiver to his ear from an official phone on the wall.

SECURITY MAN
(to Jack)
Actually, throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick.

SECURITY MAN
Baggage handlers. But when a suitcase vibrates, the throwers have to call the police.

SECURITY MAN
Nine time out of ten, it's an electric razor. But every once in a while...
(whispers)
...It's a dildo. It's company policy not to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We use the indefinite article: "A dildo". Never "Your dildo".

The security man nods, and listens to the phone. Jack turns and sees through a window, TYLER, at the curb, throwing his briefcase into the back of a shiny, red CONVERTIBLE. Tyler laps over the door into the driver's seat and PEELS OUT. Jack turns away, looks at the Security TFM. In the background, a HARRIED MAN dashes after Tyler and the convertible SCREAMING.

JACK (V.O.)
I had everything in that suitcase. My C.K. shirts, my D.K.N.Y. shoes, my A.X ties. Never mind...

Along a residential street. Jack looks ahead, sees a tall, gray, bland BUILDING on the corner.

JACK (V.O.)
Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets her hearing aid gonad has to watch games show at full volume...

The taxi turns a corner and Jack sees the front of the building. A diffuse CLOUD OF SMOKE wafts away from a BLOWN-OUT SECTION of the fifteenth floor. FIRE TRUCKS, POLICE CARS and a MOB are all crowded around the lobby area.

Jack gets out of the taxi and gaps at the sight above him. Jack starts toward the building.

JACK (V.O.)
...or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen...

Jack walks past SMOKING, CHARRED DEBRIS -- a flash of ORANGE from the Yang table, part of an arm chair from the GREEN ARMCHAIR. His feet CRUNCH glass.

Jack comes to his REFRIGERATOR lying on its side. He reaches down and takes a not: "MARLA -- " and a phone number, from under a BANANA MAGNET.

JACK (V.O.)
The police would later tell me that the pilot light might have gone out...letting out just a little bit of gas.

Jack gets to a PAYPHONE. Jack picks up the receiver, puts in a quarter. He signals Marla's number.

JACK (V.O.)
The gas could have slowly filled the condo. Seventeen-hundred square feet with high ceilings, for days and days.

Jack re-deposits the quarter, dials Tyler's number. It RINGS...and RINGS... and RINGS. Jack sighs and hangs up the phone. A moment, then the phone RINGS.

JACK
Um... We met on the plane. We had the same briefcase. I'm...the clever guy.

TYLER'S VOICE
I star-sixty-nined you. I never pick up my phone. So, what's up, man?

TYLER
You know man, could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

JACK
There's always that. I don't know, it's just...when you buy furniture, you tell yourself: that's it, that's the last sofa I'm gonna need. No matter what else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was so close to being complete.

TYLER
It's a blanket, just a blanket. Now why guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival? In the hunter-gathered sense of the word? No. What are we then?

TYLER
Right. We're consumers. We're by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty -- these things don't concern me. What concerns me is celebrity magazines, television with five hundred channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

TYLER
Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishes on the brass of the Titanic. It's all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve and let the chips fall where they may. But that's me, I could be wrong, maybe it's a terrible tragedy.

Jack in the foreground, FACES CAMERA. In the BACKGROUND, Tyler sits at a bench, looking at individual FRAMES cut from movies. Near him, a PROJECTOR rolls film.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. A movie doesn't come in one big reel, comes on a few. So someone has to change projectors at the exact moment one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it you can see little dots coming in the upper right hand corner on screen

JACK
That's a cue for a change over. The movie goes on , and nobody in the audience has any idea.

JACK
So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices, meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch the flash of Tyler's contribution in the film.

FROM THE AUDIENCE we hear the cartoon voices, and then for a moment the voice of a WOMAN MOANING. The film continues. IN THE AUDIENCE, CHILDREN suddenly start squirming, confused, looking at each other. A WOMAN abruptly stops sucking her soda straw feeling vaguely terrible. Her uncomfortable HUSBAND slowly leans back in his seat. Jack and Tyler watch from the projection booth window.

Tyler moves around one of many tables, setting down food. Jack sits in one chair of the same table. He turns back and FACES CAMERA.

JACK
Tyler also worked sometimes as a banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman Hotel.

Jack turns and WE PAN to Tyler, standing by a CART, with a giant SOUP TUREEN. His hands are at his open fly and he's in position to piss into the soap.

JACK
He farted on meringue; he sneezed on braised endive; and with creme of mushroom soup, well...

TYLER
No, it is not! How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't want to die without any scars.

Jack swings a wide, clumsy roundhouse -- hits Tyler's ear -- makes a dull, flat sound.

Tyler shoots out a straight punch to Jack's stomach. Jack falls back against a car. His eyes tear up. Tyler moves closer to him to see if he's ok.

Tyler punches Jack in the stomach again. Tyler and Jack move clumsily, throwing punches. They breathe heavier, drooling saliva and blood, growing dizzier from every impact.

Jack and Tyler sit on the curb. Their eyes are glazed with endorphin-induced serenity. Tyler is smoking a cigarette and Jack is drinking a beer. Jack hands the beer to Tyler.

A street sign: "PAPER STREET." A PAPER MILL sits on one side, facing a lone HOUSE on the other. The rest of the land is grass and weeds. It's a grand, old three-story, long abandoned. Tyler leads Jack toward it. Tyler throws in the sky his beer.

JACK (V.O.)
I don't know how Tyler found the house, but he said he'd been there for a year. It looked like it was waiting to be torn down. Most of the windows were boarded up.

JACK (V.O.)
There was no lock in the front door from the police or whoever kicked it in. The stairs were ready to collapse. I don't know if he owned it or it was squatting. Neither would have surprised me.

TYLER
Yeap, that's you,
(indicating another room)
That's me,
(indicating another room)
That's toilet. Good?

JACK (V.O.)
Nothing worked. Turning out on a light meant another light in the house went out.

JACK (V.O.)
There were no neighbors. Just some warehouses and a paper mill, that fart smell steam, the hamster cage of wood chips.

Jack and his BOSS are side by side pissing. Jack whistles. Boss turns to Jack and sees his BLACK eye.

Jack sits on the basement stairs, watching as Tyler, knee-deep in water, works at an open FUSE BOX, flipping breakers in a certain order, showing Jack how it's done.

JACK (V.O.)
Every time it rained we had to kill the power. By the end of the first month I didn't miss TV. I didn't even mind the warm, stale refrigerator.

TEN GUYS YELL, standing around Tyler and a man, who FIGHT. Tyler PUNCHES the man and he falls down. ANOTHER MAN in a suit, comes one step closer to Tyler and raises his hand.

Jack and Tyler SWING an old GOLF CLUB -- THWACK -- they send golf ball soaring down the desolate street.

JACK (V.O.)
At night, Tyler and I were alone for half a mile in every direction.

JACK (V.O.)
Rain trickled down through the plaster and the light fixtures .Every wooden swelled and shrunk. Everywhere were rusted nails to snug your elbow on .The previous occupant had been a bit of a shut-in.

CANDLES BURN. Jack is reading MAGAZINES. Rain DRIPS from the ceiling. No furniture. THOUSANDS OF MAGAZINES. Tyler passes by Jack, on a bicycle.

JACK
Listen to this. It's an article written in first person. "I am Jack's medulla oblongata, without me Jack could not regulate his heart rate, blood pressure or breathing!" There's a whole series of these! "I am Jill's nipples". "I am Jack's Colon."

JACK (V.O.)
After fighting, everything else in your life gets the volume turned down.

JACK
I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but he left when I was like six year old. Married this woman, had more kids. He did this like every six years. Goes to a new city and starts a new family.

TYLER
He was setting franchises. My dad never went to college, so it was really important that I'd go.

TYLER
So I graduate, I called him a long distance and asked: "Dad, now what?", he says "Get a job".

TYLER
When I turned twenty five, my yearly call again "Dad, now what?", he says "I don't know, get married!"

TYLER
We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

Jack, in work clothes, picks up a saucepan with coffee and sips. Tyler, in waiter's uniform, comes to have Jack straighten his tie.

Jack and Tyler stand amidst FIFTEEN GUYS around TWO GUYS FIGHTING. The crowd yells MORE WILDLY than before. In the background are EIGHT PARKED CARS.

JACK (V.O.)
It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed. I'd just clean my condo. Polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should've been looking for a new condo.

Jack stops, looking at a CHURCH with SUPPORT GROUP-PEOPLE milling around the entrance, drinking coffee and sodas. MARLA is there, amongst them, smoking. Jack's face shows no reaction. He continues to walk.

JACK (V.O.)
I should've been haggling with my insurance company. I should've been upset about my nice neat flaming little shit. But I wasn't.

A SLIDE SHOW progresses, run by a chipper salesman, WALTER. Jack sits, deadpan, with a PUFFY LIP and a BRUISED cheek. Boss and other associates are there too.

WALTER
The basic premise of cyber netting any office is make things more efficient.

WALTER
Absolutely. Efficiency is priority number one, people. Because waste is a thief.
(indicating Jack)
I showed this already to my man here. You liked it, didn't you?

Jack smiles. His teeth are RED with BLOOD. They GLOW eerily in the dim light. Everybody stares at him.

Out of silent darkness, HEADLIGHTS appear from all directions. CARS PULL UP and park int eh already-packed lot. YOUNG MEN get out and march into the tavern...

JACK (V.O.)
It was right in everyone's face. Tyler and I made it visible. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue. Tyler and I just gave it a name.

The men, including Jack and Tyler, enter and stand against the back wall, waiting. LOUD ROCK MUSIC is playing in the background. The bartender, IRVINE, calls out:

IRVINE flicks on the LIGHTS. Drunken customers squint and get the message. They plop down money, leaving.

A BOMB - SHELTER. Concrete walls. One BARE BULB above, Tyler standing directly beneath it. The guys mill around, finding partners. Everyone brims with eagerness, but tries to act cool. CHATTER gets LOUDER. Everyone spreads out, forming a circle, Tyler at the center.

CHATTER DIES. A couple of COUGHS, FEET SHUFFLING, then SILENCE. During the following, we see men taking off their shirts, other taking off their shoes. A MAN takes off his wedding ring and puts it in his pocket.

TYLER
The first rule of fight club is -- you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is -- you do not talk about fight club. The third rule of fight club -- someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule -- only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule - one fight at a time fellows.
(laughter)
Sixth rule -- no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule -- fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule -- if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

We're in the middle of a fight, between a short guy, RICKY, and another guy, the WAITER of a restaurant.

JACK (V.O.)
This kid from work, Ricky, couldn't remember whether you ordered pens with blue ink or black. But Ricky was a god for ten minutes, when he trounced the MAITRE D' of the local food court.

HARDER, FASTER PUNCHES between the two fighters. SWEAT flies. SHOUTS become DEAFENING. Ricky's getting the best of his opponent, POUNDING him...

JACK (V.O.)
Sometimes all you could hear were flat, hard packing sounds over the yelling, or the wet choke when someone caught their breath and sprayed...

Jack stands over a copy machine, hit by flashes of light. He glances over his shoulder, watches RICKY, wearing an apron, push a supply cart. Ricky nods at Jack.

JACK (V.O.)
You weren't alive anywhere like you were there. But fight club only exists in the hours between when fight club starts and fight club ends.

Jack, eating lunch, watches the BROKEN-NOSED WAITER -- from the above fight -- <

JACK (V.O.)
Even if I could tell someone they had a good fight, I wouldn't be talking to the same man.

The waiter approaches Jack, sets a refill soda down on the table. The two of them briefly make an eye contact.

JACK (V.O.)
Who you were in fight club is not who you were in the rest of the world. A guy came to fight club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.

They reach a BUS STOP as a BUS arrives, tossing their cigarettes, getting on board...

The bus is crowded. As Tyler and Jack walk toward the back, Jack studies the faces of OTHER PASSENGERS.

JACK (V.O.)
We all started seeing things differently. Everywhere we went, we were sizing things up.

They hold hand grips. Jack looks up an ADVERTISEMENT; a CALVIN KLEIN ad featuring a tan, bare-chested MUSCLE STUD.

JACK (V.O.)
I felt sorry for the guys packing into gyms, trying to look like Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger said they should.

A SCREAM. TYLER HITS the floor, stomach first. HIS OPPONENT lands on the top of him, grappling, trying for a CHOKE HOLD. The surrounding CROWD, Jack included, SCREAMS at them...

Tyler and the opponent wrestle desperately, and Tyler flips his attacker, gets on top, sprawling to pin him. Tyler turns -- starts reining PUNCHES into the opponents GROIN...

Jack lands a couple of BLOWS to HIS OPPONENT'S STOMACH -- brings up a left uppercut that smashes the opponent's jaw. Tiny spatters of BLOOD adorn the walls, along with sweat. Jack catches the sight of a swollen-faced Tyler, watching appreciatively drinking a beer and smoking.

The opponent recovers, throws a headlock on Jack. Jack snakes his arm into a counter headlock. They wrestle like wild animals. The crowd CHEERS maniacally.

JACK (V.O.)
The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.

Onlookers kneel to stay with the fight, cheering LOUDER. The opponent SMASHES Jack's head to the floor, over and over.

Everyone moves in as the opponent steps away. Tyler pushes through the crowd. They turn their attention to the floor, to a BLOOD MASK of Jack's face -- similar to the TEAR MASK on BOB'S SHIRT.

JACK (V.O.)
Fight club became the reason to cut your hair short or trim your fingernails.

The phone RINGS. Jack enters, buttoning his shirt. Tyler is in the background exercising with cudgels and making strange noises. Jack picks up the phone

EXTREME CLOSE UP OF Marla, who is on the bed and the phone cord is around her neck.

Jack looks through the archway and sees Tyler exercising. Jack leans, cups the phone.

MARLA
You left that forwarding number. I haven't seen you at any support groups.

MARLA
I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked up people?

MARLA
Me too. I got a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left in the bottle. It might've been too much.

JACK (V.O.)
Just picture watching Marla Singer throwing herself around her crummy apartment.

MARLA
This isn't a for-real-suicide things. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.

MARLA
Do you wanna wait, and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone?

Jack puts the handset on top of the phone, still off the hook, walks out the back door.

GRUNTS of PLEASURE and EXERTION. Glimpses of TORSOS, ASSES, LEGS, ARMS, BREASTS, and FEMALE HAIR, all DRENCHED in SWEAT. Sheets RIP. Bodies hit the FLOOR. Insane GRUNTING and LAUGHING. A flash of MARLA'S FACE.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler's door was closed. I'd been living here for two months and Tyler's door was never closed.

Jack sits on the table, eating breakfast, reading Reader's Digest. He hears FOOTSTEPS approaching.

MARLA walks in, straightening her dress, looks like she's been raped by a hurricane. Jack's jaw drops.

Marla goes to pour coffee. She takes a swig, GARGLES and SPITS it in the sink. she gives Jack a lascivious smile.

Marla shoves open the door to the backyard and walks out. Before she can actually leave, she returns gets into the house again, grabs her satchel and then leaves.

Jack turns and -- Tyler gets in the kitchen, staring after Marla. He's in his gummy flannel bathrobe. He grins at Jack and pours himself coffee.

TYLER
You've got some fucked up friends, I'm telling you! Limber though...silly coos. So, I come in last night, phone's off the hook. Guess who's on the other end.

Thru the archway: Tyler leans to look in, curious. Tyler enters, gently lifts the handset and listens.

MARLA'S VOICE
(from handset)
Do you think it'll live up to its name? Or it would just be a death...hairball?
(she coughs)
Prepare to evacuate soul...

Tyler, a wry smile on his face, ambles up the stairs, smoking a cigarette and looking at the rotting walls. He reaches at the top of the stairs and heads for Marla's room.

JACK (V.O.)
Now how could Tyler, off all people, think it was a bad think that Marla Singer was about to die?

Marla pulls Tyler inside and shuts the door. Her drugged eyes look all over him.

Marla staggers and sits on the bed. She slides off, along with the blanket and sheets, to the floor. Tyler laughs.

Tyler studies her with cynical curiosity, looks at a DILDO lying atop a dresser. Marla follows his gaze.

SIRENS and vehicles SCREECHING outside can be HEARD, doors opening and SLAMMING, running FOOTFALLS.

Tyler and Marla go out of her room. Marla tries to LOCK her door, but Tyler GRABS her toward the STAIRCASE. COPS and PARAMEDICS charge up with oxygen and medical kids. Marla and Tyler flatten against the wall to let them past. Tyler, playing the indifferent, dances.

MARLA
(calling after)
The girl who lived there used to be a charming, lovely girl. She's lost faith in herself.

TYLER
That's good, because she's a predator posing as the house pet. Stay away from that one.
(laughing)
And the shit that came out from this woman's mouth, I ain't never heard!

Tyler laughs, shakes his head. Jack's reading his Reader's Digest just a little too tight.

JACK (V.O.)
How could Tyler not go for that? The night before last he was splicing sex organs into "Cinderella."

TYLER
If you say anything about me, or what goes in this house to her or to anybody, we're done. Now promise me.

JACK (V.O.)
If only I had wasted a couple of minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would have happened.

Jack lies calmly on his bed, reading his Reader's Digest. SOUNDS of SEX, THUMBS and CRASHES from beyond the wall.

JACK (V.O.)
I could've moved to another room, on the third floor -- where I might not have heard them. But I didn't.

Jack walks, HEARS Marla SCREAM in orgasm. He reaches the landing. Tyler's door is ajar. Jack peeks in...Marla's legs are sprawled on the bed. The door PUSHES OPEN WIDER -- Tyler naked, stands CLOSE TO CAMERA.

JACK (V.O.)
I became the calm, little center of the world. I was the Zen master.

Jack's clothes are PERMANENTLY STAINED WITH BLOOD. He sits in Zen pose, cigarette in mouth, finishes typing Haiku.

BOSS
You can't smoke in here. Take the rest of the day off. Come back Monday with some clean clothes. Get yourself together.

Jack's leaving, looks like a war casualty, passing COWORKERS who coldly stare at him. His face is totally passive.

JACK (V.O.)
I got right in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are my bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.

JACK (V.O.)
You give up the condo life, give up all your flaming worldly possessions, go live in a dilapidated house in the toxic waste part of town...

Jack walks in. SOUNDS of VIOLENT SEX and a POLAROID CAMERA from upstairs. Pieces of PLASTER fall from the ceiling.

Jack is without pants. He runs water in the sink, and scrubs at the blood stains with a tooth-brush. The PHONE RINGS. Marla and Tyler's voices are still HEARD. Jack answers it.

DETECTIVE STERN
Yes. This is Detective Stern with the arson unit. We have some new information about the "incident" at your former condo.

DETECTIVE STERN
I don't know if you're aware -- but is seems that someone sprayed freon into your front door lock, then tapped it with a chisel to shatter the cylinder.

DETECTIVE STERN
...left a residue of ammonium oxalate and potassium per chloride. Do you know what this means?

DETECTIVE STERN
See, whoever set this homemade dynamic could've blown out the pilot light days before the actual explosion. The gas was just a detonator.

Jack almost leaps out his skin, startled; looks to see Tyler standing right next to him.

TYLER
(overlap w/below)
"Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has re-aligned my paradigm of perception".

DETECTIVE STERN
Have you recently made enemies with anyone who might have access to homemade dynamite?

TYLER
"I reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possession!"

JACK
Yes, it's very serious. Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me, the condo was my life! Okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was me!

DETECTIVE STERN
No, no. I may have to talk to you a little further, how about let me know if you leave town, okay?

Jacks hangs up. Jack turns away continues to scrub his pants. Marla's FOOTSTEPS can be HEARD coming downstairs...Jack really grinds the soap against the pants, splashing water. He turns, sees Marla enter. Marla lights a cigarette.

JACK (V.O.)
Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact act for years.

MARLA
The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You...dance all night...and then you throw it away! The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.

MARLA
(seductive)
It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, then tossed it.

Jack becomes very aware of having no pants on, presses against the counter. Marla pulls her hemline further up. She leans in very close to Jack's ear, whispers hoarsely:

MARLA
(CONTINUED)
...bam -- it's on the side of the road, tinsel still clinging to it...Like sex crime victims, underwear inside-out, bound with electrical tape.

Marla's FOOTSTEPS are coming DOWNSTAIRS. Jack looks to the archway, then back at -- Tyler's GONE. Marla enters looking for something on the junk strewn table.

Marla ignores, still searching table, tossing things, pushing other things to the floor.

Marla finds what she wanted, a pack of cigarettes. She move up into Jack's face.

As she exits the door, she sings "This Merry-Go-Round" from "Valley of the Dolls." Jack watches her trough the kitchen window.

Tyler and Jack jump off the fence. Tyler pulls Jack behind a DUMPSTER, one of DOZENS. FOOTSTEPS. A FLASHLIGHT BEAM. A silhouette of a SECURITY GUARD moves along the perimeter, flashlight first. He walks away.

TYLER
The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap, comes from humans...

Tyler eagerly grabs the lid of the closest dumpster. From the dumpster, Tyler pulls out an industrial sized thick plastic bag full of ORANGE THICK LIQUID.

TIME CUT: Tyler and Jack are back over the fence. Tyler is outside the fence and Jack's inside, throwing BAGS of fat to Tyler. One bag RIPS over the fence, spilling the goo down the chain-link fence. Jack slips and slides. Tyler tries to save it. Jack is wounded by the fence.

TYLER
Keep stirring. Once the tallow hardens, we skim off a layer of glycerin. If you were to add nitric acid, you got nitroglycerin. If you were to add sodium nitrate and a dash of sawdust, you got dynamite. Yeah, with enough soap we could blow just about anything.

TYLER
Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why?

TYLER
Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt. Water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye.

TYLER
This is lye -- the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please?

Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet. He takes Jack's hands and KISSED the back of it.

Jack's whole body JERKS. Tyler holds tight to Jack's hand and arm. Tears well in Jack's eyes; his face tightens.

Jack looks--the burn is swollen, glossy, in the shape of Tyler's kiss. Jack's face spasms.

TYLER
The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing.

Jack, snapping back, tries to jerk his hand away. Tyler keeps holding of it and their arms KNOCK UTENSILS off the table. Tyler JERKS Jack's hands, getting Jack's attention.

TYLER
Stop it! This is your pain -- this is your burning hand. It's right here! Look at it.

SHOT OF INSIDE THE ICE CAVE - ON MARLA, LYING NAKED UNDER A FUR COAT, TURNING HER HEAD TO LOOK TOWARD US. RESUMING:

Jack tries to pull his hand free. Tyler won't let go. Jack's eyes glaze over again. Tyler SLAPS Jack's face, regaining his attention.

TYLER
Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. And if our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?

SHOT OF INSIDE THE ICE CAVE - NAKED MARLA PULLS JACK DOWN ON TOP OF HER - JACK IS ABOUT TO KISS HER BUR CIGARETTE SMOKE COMES FROM MARLA'S MOUTH - JACK COUGHS. RESUME:

TYLER
Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...

TYLER
Fuck damnation, man. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children. So be it!

Jack looks Tyler -- they lock eyes. Jack does his best to stifle his spasms of pain, his body a quivering, coiled knot. He bolts toward the sink, but Tyler holds it.

TYLER
Listen ,You can run water over your hand and make it worse, or -- look at me -- or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn.

But first you have to give up. First, you have to know, with no fear, know that someday you are going to die. Until you know that, you are useless.

Tyler shows Jack a LYE-BURNED KISS SCAR on his own hand. Tears begin to drip from Jack's eyes.

Tyler grabs a bottle of VINEGAR -- pours it over Jack's wound. Jack closes his eyes, holds his hand,...slumps to the floor.

Jack and Tyler, wait as a BUYER, Suzie, fills out forms. There are bars of "The Paper Street Soap Company" soap on the counter. Jack looks life he's half-expecting to get arrested. His hand is BANDAGED.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler sold the soap to department stores at twenty dollars a bar. God knows what they charged.

JACK (V.O.)
It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

JACK (V.O.)
He was wearing his yellow tie. I didn't even wear a tie to work anymore.

JACK (V.O.)
I'm half asleep again. I must've left the original in the copy machine.

BOSS
Pretend you're me. Make a managerial decision. You find this. What would you do?

JACK
Well, I got to tell ya...I'd be very, very careful who I talked to about this. Because the person who wrote that...is dangerous.

JACK
And this button-down oxford cloth psycho, might just snap at any moment, stalking from office to office with an Armatile AR-10 Carbine-Gas semiautomatic weapon, bitterly pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.

JACK
Or maybe, you shouldn't be bringing me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

Jack puts the paper in his TRASH. Boss stares with a tinge of outrage, a tinge of fear. PHONE RINGS. Jack answers it.

Jack walks down the side walk, seeing Marla take TWO BOXES from a VAN with the sign "MEALS ON WHEELS".

JACK
That's nice. Taking food to...
(reads the boxes:)
"Mrs. Haniver" and..."Mrs. Raines." Who are they exactly?

Marla stands facing a MIRROR with her shirt open. Jack stands behind her with his hand on the bottom side of her breast. Marla's hand guides it.

Jack emerges from the lobby. He looks up at Marla's window. He is about to walk away when he listens a familiar voice --

Jack turns and sees -- Big Bob, the moose, eating a donut and drinking orange juice.

BOB
(quietly)
Well, the first rule is...I'm not supposed to talk about it. And the second rule is...I'm not supposed to talk about it. And the third rule is--

BOB
Supposedly, he was born in a mental institution. And he sleeps only one hour at night. He's a great man.

The CROWD SCREAMS insanely as Bob and Jack go at it in the circle of light. Bob's eyes are wild with glee.

Everyone sneaks out of this new location - we've seen none of these guys before - it's a new chapter. Jack and Bob stagger out last, Jack being in worse shape. They both grin with religious serenity. Bob hugs Jack.

JACK (V.O.)
Fight club -- this was mine and Tyler's gift...our gift to the world.

An enormous CROWD of guys, including Jack and Bob, stands around Tyler, who's in the center of the circle.

TYLER
Shut up! Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first two rules of fight club.

TYLER
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived. I see all this potential -- God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; they're slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised by television to believe that one day we'll all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're learning slowly that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

The crowd erupts into a DEAFENING CHORUS of agreement. Jack looks at blazing excitement in the eyes of the crowd.

A fat, MIDDLE-AGED MAN stomps down the stairs, pushing into the crowd, followed by a TALL, HEFTY THUG, who holds a GUN.

LOU
There's a sign on the front says "Lou's tavern." I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?!

Lou proceeds to beat the shit out of Tyler, PUNCHING his face, his stomach. Tyler collapses to the floor. Lou starts KICKING his stomach. Tyler bleeds from the mouth and face. Some of the guys move forward, but the Thug points the gun. Tyler waves them off. Tyler starts laughing hysterically.

Lou flushes red with exasperation, KICKS more. Tyler continues laughing hysterically. Lou PUNCHES him repeatedly in the face.

Finally sweating, bewildered Lou stops. He looks to the Thug who is just bewildered.

Suddenly Tyler SPRINGS UP, grabs onto Lou...Tyler's blood spatters on Lou. Lou tries to shake Tyler off, but he can't. The Thug grabs Tyler and pulls. Tyler spits and shouts through clenched teeth.

Tyler rubs his bloody face into Lou's face. The Thug lifts Tyler. Tyler clings to Lou's necktie, dragging Lou as he is dragged...

Tyler lets go of Lou's belt. Lou scrambles away. The Thug drops Tyler, trying to keep cleat of the blood. Lou gets to his feet. He and the Thug back away...slamming the door behind.

Fight club surrounds Tyler. They help him up, move him to a crate. Tyler sits slumped for a long moment, his breathing labored...then he sits back, crossing his legs and looking to the group, his demeanor businesslike.

TYLER
This week, each one of you has a homework assignment. You're going to go out and start a fight with a total stranger...
(pause, drooling blood)
You're start a fight...and you're gonna lose.

A MECHANIC WITH A BATTERED FACE uses a hose to wash the sidewalk. As MEN pass, he jerks the hose up and SPRAYS THEM.

JACK (V.O.)
Most people, normal people, do just about anything to avoid a fight.

The mechanic continues to wash the sidewalk. As a PRIEST passes, he jerks the hose up and SPRAYS him. When the priest turns to him, he washes the sidewalk.

The priest PUNCHES the mechanic in the stomach. The mechanic punches him in the face. The priest runs away.

Jack steps into the open doorway, knocks on the doorframe. Boss looks up from his large, expensive desk.

BOSS
Okay. Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your un-presentable appearance? You're up for a review.

JACK
Let's pretend. You're the Department of Transportation, okay? Someone informs you that this company installs front seats that never pass collision tests, brake lines that fail over a thousand miles and fuel injectors that explode and burn people alive. What then?

JACK
I have a better solution: You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come to office, I can do this job from home.

Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the nose. He falls to the floor. Blood starts to trickle. Boss drops the phone on the floor.

Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the jaw. He hits on a table made of glass and SMASHES it.

Jack GRABS HIMSELF from his shirt. Boss stares. Jack looks behind him -- A HANGING GLASS SHELF.

Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the face and he reels backwards to the shelf, pulling it down. He hits the floor. He PUNCHES HIMSELF again in the face. Jack crawls toward Boss, dripping blood, grabs Boss's legs. Jack climbs up Boss's legs while Boss tries to shake him off. Boss stumbles back into his desk, knocking off belongings.

JACK (V.O.)
Under and behind and inside, everything this man took for granted, something horrible had been growing.

Jack crawls high enough to grab Boss's belt, hoisting himself up. He dribbles blood at Boss's clothing, SMUDGES blood from his face onto the knuckles of Boss's hands.

JACK
Now look! Give me the paychecks like I asked. And you won't ever see me again.

Two SECURITY GUARDS enter and gape at the sight. Behind them stand CURIOUS WORKERS, looking in.

Jack, whistling, drags an unwieldy SHOPPING CART filled with his COMPUTER, PHONE, FAX and other office equipment. The two SECURITY GUARDS are behind him, keeping workers away from Jack, who hasn't stop bleeding.

JACK (V.O.)
Telephone, computer, fax machine, eighty-two weekly pay-checks, forty-eight flight coupons...We now have corporate sponsorship. This is how Tyler and I were able to have fight club every night of the week.

A FIST smashes a JAW. Guys CHEER. An arms snakes around a neck and squeezes, blood and sweat dripping. It's the YUPPIE and the PRIEST fighting. Tyler walks around the perimeter of the circle.

JACK (V.O.)
No nobody was the center of fight club except the two men fighting. The leader walked around in the crowd, out in the darkness. Tyler was now involved in a class-action lawsuit with the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. I am Jack's Wasted Life.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler dreamed up new homework assignments. He handed them out in sealed enveloped.

Two FIGHT CLUBBERS SWING a BASEBALL BAT -- DESTROYS a digital SATELLITE DISH and other ANTENNAS.

Bob and Ricky paste up a BILLBOARD which reads: "DID YOU KNOW? YOU CAN USE YOUR OLD MOTOR OIL TO FERTILIZE YOUR LAWN! -- ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCY."

JACK and TYLER, in work gloves, armed with TOOLS, work together to lift the entire METAL PLATE EXIT SPIKES from the ground. They REVERSE it, then replace it.

Jack and Tyler walk away, each carrying a 4x4 plank of WOOD. As they pass PARKED CARS, they SWING the planks against the front bumpers -- activating ALARMS and INFLATING AIR BAGS...

In the background a CAR quickly EXITS the parking lot -- front tires EXPLODING, wheel rims thrrowing sparks. Tyler and Jack laugh.

FIGHT CLUBBERS handfuls of wet BREADCRUMBS to PIGEONS...HUNDRED OF PIGEONS -- a rooftop feeding-frenzy.

One AIRPLANE MAINTENANCE MAN, rip open a box from a PRINT SHOP. He digs up AIRPLANE SAFETY INSTRUCTION CARDS and begin inserting them into each seatback. We SEE a CARD -- it shows passengers SCREAMING and FLAILING ABOUT IN TERROR.

THREE FIGHT CLUB MEMBERS, using a DRILL to drill a hole into the top of each computer. One of them, with FUNNELS and CANS of GASOLINE fills each monitor with gasoline.

Tyler and Jack cross the parking lot, towards the convenience store. Jack wears a BACKPACK.

JACK (V.O.)
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

THE BACK DOOR opens and Tyler brings the store's CLERK out at gunpoint, forces him to his knees. Jack is already there, freaked. Tyler points the gun at the Clerk's head.

The Clerk fumbles his wallet out of his pocket and Tyler snatches it. Tyler pulls out the DRIVER'S LICENSE.

TYLER
Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 SE Benning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?

TYLER
Because they give shitty basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, you are going to die.

TYLER
Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad will have to call kindly dr. so-and-so to dig up your dental records, do you wanna know why? Because there won't be nothing left of your face.

TYLER
Would you rather be dead? Would you rather die? Here? On your knees? In the back of a convenient shop?

TYLER
I'm keeping your license. I'm going to check on you. I know where you live. If you aren't back in school and on your way to being a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now run on home.

Tyler throws him his wallet. Raymond takes it, staggers to his feet and heads down an alleyway, running.

JACK
Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny! What the fuck was the point of that?

TYLER
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day in Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.

JACK (V.O.)
He had a plan. And it started to make sense in Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions.

SLOW MOTION, gasoline filled COMPUTER MONITORS begin to EXPLODE...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM!

Tyler uses a RAKE, dragging it across rocks and dirt. He stops for a moment, rake on his shoulder, starring off.

TYLER
(muttering quietly)
You are not your job...you are not how much money you have in the bank...not the car you drive...not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Jack sits at the table, sips coffee. He's pale, dazed, seems broken. MARLA walks into the kitchen and goes straight to the counter. Her back is to Jack as he looks at her. She pours coffee.

JACK
Well,...--I don't know -- I don't understand, why does a weaker person need to latch on a strong person? What is that?

Faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING. Jack doesn't quite figure where it's coming from.

MARLA
No, wait. What were you saying? Don't change the subject, I wanna talk about this.

Jack stands up -- turns -- through the crack of the open basement door, Tyler's staring at Jack from the bottom of the stairs.

Marla sees the kiss-scar on Jack's hand, grabs his hand. Jack tries to pull it back, but Marla keeps a grip.

Marla leaves out the back door, not looking back. Jack opens the basement door, heads downstairs.

Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into space. Tyler's no there.

Tyler comes out of the next-room and walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down.

Tyler opens the door. A FIGHT CLUBBER, STEPH stands on the porch, staring ahead in subordinate military style. He's in black pants, black shirt, black shoes, holds a PAPER BAG, with an army surplus MATTRESS rolled-up at his feet. Tyler looks the man over.

TYLER
Right, if the applicant is young, tell him is too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.

TYLER
If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he may enter and begin his training.

JACK comes out, walks around Steph, hands his pockets. Tyler stands at the doorway, lights a cigarette.

JACK
Do you think this is a game? You're too young to train here, end of the story. Quit wasting our time. Get the fuck outta here.

TYLER
Bad news friend. It's not going to happen. I'm sorry if there was a misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. Go! You're trespassing and I will have to call the police.

JACK
Don't you look at me! You think you're going to get on this house? You'll never gonna get in this fucking house. Never!

Steph is still there. BOB is next to him, in black, with a PAPER BAG in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stands in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Steph answers "Sir!"

TYLER
You have two black shirts? Two pair black pants? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black jacket? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Alright.

TYLER
You're too old, fat man. And your tits are too big. Get the fuck of my porch.

Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler goes inside, but Jack follows Bob.

Tyler and Jack stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Steph finish SHAVING off all of his HAIR. Tyler comes to give the top of Steph's head a sharp SLAP.

TYLER
Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

BOB stands motionless. There's another "applicant", ANGEL FACE, beside Bob. Steph comes out the front door.

STEPH
(to Bob)
You're too fucking old fatty!
(to Angel Face)
And you! You're too fucking...blond! Get the outta here, both of you.

HALF A DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS work, preparing the square of backyard. They pull weeds, clear rocks, working with shovels, rakes, etc. They cart away WHEELBARROWS of rocks and carry in SACKS of FERTILIZER. Tyler watches them.

TYLER
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. We are the same decaying organic matter organic as everyone else.

TYLER (O.S.)
We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part from the same compost heap.

Jack gets off the bus. As the bus pulls away, we see it dropped Jack off right in front of the house.

JACK (V.O.)
Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good? In Tyler we trusted.

Jack enters. Tyler, dressed in FATIGUES and splattered with GREEN PAINT, grabs BEERS from the refrigerator. He sees Jack and gives him a hug.

Jack, bewildered, enters carrying beers. BOB, STEPH, ANGEL FACE and several other space monkeys sit in front of the TV, chanting not too loudly, all also dressed in FATIGUES and splattered with GREEN PAINT. ANGEL FACE stands up, and takes the beers from Jack's hands.

Angel Face starts distributing beers amongst his cohorts. Jack looks to the TV -- it shows LIVE shot of the "PARKER MORRIS BUILDING". A REPORTER is there covering the story.

REPORTER
Police Commissioner Jacobs has just arrived, Commissioner could you please tell us what you think has happened here?

COMMISSIONER JACOBS
We believe this is one related to the recent acts of vandalism around the city, somehow related to underground boxing clubs. We are coordinating a rigorous investigation.

REPORTER
That was Police Commissioner Jacobs who just arrived on the scene here...

NOW WE SEE THE BUILDING: A GIANT, GRINNING FACE PAINTED on it -- TWO BROKEN WINDOWS for EYES, with flames pouring out...FIRE TRUCKS spray water.

Jack turns, sees Tyler in the archway, watching him. Tyler pulls back out of sight.

A LUXURIOUS BANQUET. Commissioner Jacobs is also there. There's also a SPEAKER near him. Commissioner Jacobs is talking to another official.

He rises and starts out of the room. Jack, in WAITER'S UNIFORM, looks apprehensively to OTHER WAITERS: BOB...STEPH...ANGEL FACE -- who all give each other a look. They start out of the room. Jack follows them.

Jacobs saunters down an empty hall. The "WAITERS" follow him. Jacobs stops to check his tie in a mirror. He pushes the door of the MEN'S BATHROOM -- FACE TO FACE WITH TYLER.

Tyler GRABS Commissioner Jacobs, pulling him into the bathroom. The OTHER "WAITERS" rush in. Jack stays back to keep the door shut. THE "WAITERS" slaps a piece of tape over Jacob's mouth. They hold Jacobs, pulling down his pants. Bob snaps a rubber band -- reaches to Jacob's crotch.

TYLER
Hi. You're going to call off your "rigorous investigation", you're gonna publicly state that there is no underground group. Or -- there guys gonna take your balls.

A "WAITER" produces a knife, moves it down to Jacob's testicles. Jacobs is bug-eyed. Jack, red-faced, keeps his distance.

TYLER
We'll send one to the New York Times and one to the Los Angeles Times. Press release style. Look. The people you're after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.

The "waiter" with the knife, makes a dramatic cut with the knife, causing Jacob to SCREAM with his mouth tapped. The "waiter" holds up the severed RUBBER BAND and he throws it to Jacob's face.

Tyler, Jack and the others file quickly out the back SERVICE ENTRANCE. Tyler gives Angel Face a hearty slap on the back. Angel Face smiles at Tyler, nods, grinning. Jack sees this, his eyes narrowing, stops walking. Tyler talks with the other Space Monkeys but we can't hear what they're saying. Angel Face and half of them leave. The other half, including Tyler, Jack and Bob head to the other direction.

Fight Club in full swing. Jack battles Angel Face, BEATING the shit out of him with unprecedented viciousness. The crowd shouts maniacally, save Tyler, who watches with an inscrutable stone face. Angel Face tries to speak but Jack POUNDS him too hard. Blood flies. The crowd begins to grow QUIETER. Finally Angel Face lies still, unconscious. Jack stops, stares down, numb. Jack walks away -- the crowd parts to let him pass. Jack scans faces...finds Tyler.

RAINING. Tyler and Jack and the other two guys, go out. A idling car HONKS. A bruised-faced VALET PARKER gets out of the car.

Tyler gets in the driver's seat. Jack gets into the front passenger seat. Steph and the mechanic are in the back.

Tyler pulls the stolen car away from the curb. It has two bumper stickers: "RECYCLE YOUR ANIMALS," and "MAKE MINE VEAL."

INT. STOLEN CAR - MOVING - LATER

RAIN GUSHES down. Jack stews silent. The car moves down a HIGHWAY, intermittently illuminated by oncoming headlights.

TYLER
Something on your mind, dear?

JACK
--No...Ok, why I wasn't told about Project Mayhem?

STEPH AND MECHANIC
(together)
The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

TYLER
What are you talking about?

JACK
Why you didn't include me in the beginning?

TYLER
Fight Club was the beginning, now it's out of the basements and it's called Project Mayhem.

JACK
You and I started fight club together, do you remember that? It's much mine as it is yours, you know.

TYLER
Is this about you and me?

JACK
Yeah, I thought we were doing this together.

TYLER
You're missing the point. This does not belong to us. We are not special.

JACK
Fuck that, you should've told me.

Opposing HEADLIGHTS get closer fast...

JACK
Hey Tyler!!

Tyler turns the wheel and the car gets into the proper lane. The other car flies PAST, HORNING SOUNDING...

JACK
Goddamnit Tyler!

TYLER
What do you want? A statement of purpose? Should I e-mail you? Should I put this in your "action item list"?

JACK
I want to know--

TYLER
You decide your level of involvement!

JACK
I will! I want to know certain things first!

STEPH AND MECHANIC
(together)
First rule of project mayhem is--

JACK
(to Steph and Mechanic)
Shut up!
(to Tyler)
I want to know what you're thinking.

TYLER
Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about you think you know -- about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.

JACK
Wh--What is that supposed to mean? Wh--?

Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane, accelerates...

JACK
What are you doing?

TYLER
(to Steph and Mechanic)
Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died?

STEPH
Paint a self-portrait.

MECHANIC
Build a house.

TYLER
(to Jack)
And you?

JACK
I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on!

TYLER
You have to know the answer to this question. If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?

JACK
I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on!

TYLER
Not good enough.

Jack fights to turn the wheel, but Tyler uses both hands.

JACK
Come on! Stop fucking around! Tyler!

The oncoming truck HONKS and FLASHES its LIGHTS. It moves to the other side of the road. Nearing impact with the oncoming truck, the truck ROARS past, spraying water, HORN BLASTING. Jack looks at Tyler with dead eyes.

JACK
Goddamnit! Goddamnit! Fuck you! Fuck fight club! Fuck Marla! I'm sick of all your shit!

TYLER
Ok, man. Ok.

Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane again. Jack keeps the grip, turns the wheel...the car swerves...

JACK
Quit screwing around, take the wheel.

TYLER
Look at you...look at you! You're a fucking pathetic.

JACK
Why? Why? What are you talking about?

TYLER
Why do you think I blew up your condo?

JACK
What?

TYLER
Hitting bottom is not a weekend-retreat, it's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying controlling everything and just let go. Let go!

Jack takes his hands off the wheel.

JACK
Alright, fine! Fine.

Tyler accelerates. THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD: a STALLED CAR ahead on the side of the road, surrounded by flares. Jack and Tyler's eyes stay locked as the car drifts onto the shoulder...heading for the stalled car. Their faces are illuminated by the lights of the flares.

They SMASH into the stalled car -- AIRBAGS INFLATE! The back of the car whips around and carries it into a ass-over-tea-kettle ROLL down a hill. The car finally hits the bottom, lying on its roof.

EXT. OVERTURNED CAR

Tyler crawls from the passenger side. He walks around...opens the driver's side door and drags Jack out into the mud. Steph and the mechanic climb out the broken rear window.

JACK (V.O.)
I'd never been in a car-accident. This must've been what all those statistics felt like before I filed them into my reports.

Tyler sits beside the stunned, wounded Jack.

TYLER
Goddamn! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! We just have a near-life experience!

INT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - JACK'S BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack lies in the bed, traumatized, and Tyler sits nearby.

TYLER
In the world I see -- you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-think kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

Tyler stands up, takes his briefcase and gives Jack's head a pat.

TYLER
(leaving)
Feel better, champ.

Jack makes a move with his hand, but the door closes behind Tyler.

INT. JACK'S ROOM - DAY

Jack opens his eyes, awakening to sunlight thru the window.

JACK (V.O.)
And then...

INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY

Jack slowly pushes open the door to Tyler's room.

JACK
Tyler?

The room is empty. Jack closes the door -- on the door there are hundred of DRIVER'S LICENSES; a sign above them: "HUMAN SACRIFICES".

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

Jack comes downstairs...finds DOZENS OF SPACE MONKEYS.

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler was gone. Was I asleep? Had I slept?

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters. Space monkeys render fat, and make soap. They pinch HERBS, adding them to the mix. They add VODKA. Off to the side, a couple monkeys stir a vat of RICE.

JACK (V.O.)
The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing.

FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY
"We are all part from the same compost. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world..."

JACK (V.O.)
So many people moving, the house moved. Planet Tyler. I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys...

Jack moves to the landing.

FOOD COURT MAITRE D'
(to a space monkey)
Don't smoke in here. Do you know how much ether we have in this house?

JACK (V.O.)
...cooking and working and sleeping in teams.

INT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - OFFICE - LATER

Jack enters. Space monkeys shuffle papers and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with s STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief", "Disinformation", "Arson". Jack's eye lingers on a file with a street address. He starts flipping through the file. ANGEL FACE, with his face injured from the last fight with Jack, comes to take the file from him.

ANGEL FACE
It's under control, sir.

JACK
Where's Tyler?

ANGEL FACE
Sir, the first rule of project mayhem --

JACK
Right, right.

As Angel Face replaces the file, Jack notices -- A LYE-BURNED KISS-SCAR on the back of Angel Face's hand.

INT. LANDING

Jack comes up the stairs.

JACK (V.O.)
I'm all alone. My dad dumped me. Tyler dumped me. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA and goes out.

EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT

Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the background a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. Other space monkeys tend the garden.

JACK (V.O.)
What comes next in Project Mayhem, only Tyler knows. The second rule is you do not ask questions.

Jack drops his cigarette in the gravel, steps on it. A Space Monkey immediately comes to clean it up.

JACK
Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away from me!

MARLA'S VOICE (O.S.)
Who are all these people?

Jack turns, sees Marla with an overnight bag.

JACK
Paper Street Soap Company.

MARLA
Can I come in?

JACK
He's not here.

MARLA
What?

JACK
Tyler isn't here. Tyler's went away. Tyler's gone.

Marla stares at Jack, miserable. She turns and walks away. Jack watches her go. There's a LOUD COMMOTION from the house. VOICES SHOUTING. Jack heads to the back door...

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters. The Mechanic crawls, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the LEG. Space Monkeys begin a rudimentary job of treating the wound. Other Space Monkeys carry in the DEAD BODY in BLACK CLOTHES and SKI MASK, putting it on the table.

MECHANIC
Gunshot wounds coming through! Clear some fucking room!

JACK
What happened?! What happened?!

Space Monkeys stare at the body.

MECHANIC
(out of breath)
We were on assignment...

EXT. SCULPTURE PARK - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

A SCULPTURE adorned with a giant GLOBE on top.

MECHANIC (V.O.)
We were supposed to kill two birds with one stone.

One space monkey talks to his walkie-talkie.

SPACE MONKEY
Operation Latte Thunder, go!

A SERIES of EXPLOSIONS blasts the GLOBE free. It ROLLS...

MECHANIC (V.O.)
Destroy a piece of corporate art...

THE GLOBE ROLLS downhill...

MECHANIC (V.O.)
...and trash a franchise coffee bar.

The GLOBE arrives at the lobby of a HOTEL...BROADSIDES a limo, RICOCHETS...ROLLS directly into the front of a closed ARROSTO coffee bar, SMASHING windows...DECIMATING coffee push-parts.

EXT. PARK - AERIAL VIEW (FLASHBACK CONTINUOUS)

Bob, Steph and the Mechanic split up, running O.S.

MECHANIC (V.O.)
We had it all worked out, sir. It went smooth until...

HARSH VOICE
Police! Freeze!

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT (RESUMING)

JACK
What?

MECHANIC
They shot Bob...they shot him in the head...those fucking pigs!

Jack pulls the ski mask off the corpse -- it's BOB, with a gunshot wound to the HEAD.

STEPH
Those motherfuckers!

JACK
You morons! You're running around with ski masks, try to explode things up, what did you think would happen?!

Jack walks away from the corpse, distraught, holds his head, turns to look back, his eyes filling with tears.

MECHANIC
Ok, quick. We got to get rid of the evidence. We have to get rid of this body.

ANGEL FACE
Bury him...

Jack looks around in disbelief.

JACK
What...?

ANGEL FACE
Take him to the garden and bury him. Come on people, move!

Several Space Monkeys gather around Bob's body.

JACK
No...! Get away!

Space Monkeys stop. Jack gets between them and Bob, SHOVES a few Space Monkeys back...

JACK
What are you talking about? This is not a fucking piece of evidence! This is a person! He's a friend of mine and you're not going to bury him in the fucking garden.

ANGEL FACE
He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir.

JACK
This is Bob.

STEPH
But in Project Mayhem, we have no names.

JACK
No, listen to me. This is a man and he has a name, and it's Robert Paulson, ok?

MECHANIC
Robert Paulson.

JACK
He is dead now, because of us, alright? You understand that?

Everyone stares at Jack.

MECHANIC
I understand. In death, a member of Project Mayhem has a name. His name is Robert Paulson.

STEPH
His name is Robert Paulson.

JACK
Stop it! Shut up!

ALL SPACE MONKEYS
His name is Robert Paulsen!
(louder)
His name is Robert Paulsen! His name is Robert Paulsen!

JACK
This is all over with!

Jack backs away, surrounded, PUSHES his way out of the room.

INT. TYLER'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jack barges in, goes to the desk, rifling through drawers. He finds FLIGHT COUPONS, USED and UNUSED. The used coupons have flight information, including the destination cities. The PHONE RINGS. Jack answers it.

JACK
Tyler?

INTERCUT WITH...

INT. POLICE STATION - DETECTIVE STERN'S OFFICE

DETECTIVE STERN
No, this is Detective Stern from the arson unit, I need to see you in my office--

Jack in panic, HANGS UP.

INSERT - AN AIRPLANE TAKES OFF

Jack sits stiffly in a seat.

JACK (V.O.)
I went to all the cities on Tyler's used tickets stubs, bar-hopping.

EXT. AIRPORT - NIGHT

Jack hurries from the terminal, runs to a TAXI...

JACK (V.O.)
I didn't know how or why but I could look at fifty different bars and I just knew.

INT. BAR - DAY

Jack enters. He moves to the bar. The BARTENDER talks with two other guys, all with FIGHT BRUISES.

JACK
I'm looking for Tyler Durden. It's very important to talk to him.

BARTENDER
I wish I could help you...sir.

The bartender WINKS at Jack.

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - ATLANTA SKYLINE - NIGHT

JACK (V.O.)
Every city I went to...

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - CHICAGO SKYLINE - DAY

JACK (V.O.)
...as soon as I set foot off the plane...

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - DALLAS SKYLINE - NIGHT

JACK (V.O.)
...I knew a fight club was close.

INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY

The PROPRIETOR, his head bandaged, is confronted by Jack.

JACK
Look at my face, I'm a member! I just need to know if you've seen Tyler.

BANDAGED PROPRIETOR
I'm not disclosed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I even if I had said information you want, at this juncture...be able.

JACK
You're a moron.

BANDAGED PROPRIETOR
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Jack gives up, shoves his way out the door.

INT. AIRPORT - DAY

JACK (V.O.)
Tyler has been busy. Setting up franchises all over the country.

INT. TAXI - NIGHT

Jack sits in the back seat. As the taxi moves, Jack sees in different corners men FIGHTING.

JACK (V.O.)
Am I asleep? Had I slept? Is Tyler my bad dream or am I Tyler's?

INT. SPORTS BAR - DAY

TVs shows football. Jack is seated with TWO BRUISED PATRONS.

BRUISED PATRON #1
We just heard the stories.

JACK
What kind of stories?

BRUISED PATRON #1
Like, no one knows what he looks like.

BRUISED PATRON #2
He has facial reconstructive every three years.

JACK
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

BRUISED PATRON #1
Is it true about fight club in Miami?

BRUISED PATRON #2
Is Mr. Durden building an army?

INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT

Jack sits awake. Everyone around his is asleep.

JACK (V.O.)
I was living in a state of perpetual déjà vu.

EXT. MID-TOWN STREETS -DAY

Jack steps off the sidewalk...

EXT. CITY ALLEY - DAY

The alley's deserted. Jack hafts to rusty CELLAR DOORS. He opens the doors, looks around, heads downstairs....

INT. DANK BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters this dark basement, walks ahead in dim light. The place is damp and empty. Jack stops, looks down.

JACK (V.O.)
Everywhere I went, I felt I had already been there. It was like following an invisible man. The smell of dry blood. Dirty bare-foot prints circling each other. That aroma of old sweat like fried chicken. The feel of the floor still warm from the fight the night before.

At his feet -- DRIED BLOOD on the concrete floor.

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - PHOENIX SKYLINE - DAY

JACK (V.O.)
I was always one step behind Tyler.

INT. ANOTHER BAR - DAY

Jack walks in. The place is empty. He walks to a KITCHEN DOOR, opens it and peers in at...a GROUP of KITCHEN WORKERS solemnly stand in a circle chanting...

KITCHEN WORKERS
His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His--

They see Jack and they stop chanting.

MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
(from behind Jack)
Welcome back, sir. How have you been?

JACK
Do you know me?

WOUNDED BARTENDER
Is this a test, sir?

JACK
No, this is not a test.

WOUNDED BARTENDER
You were in here last Thursday.

JACK
Thursday?

WOUNDED BARTENDER
You were standing exactly where you are now, asking how good our security is. It's tight as a drum, sir.

JACK
Who do you think I am?

WOUNDED BARTENDER
Are you sure this isn't a test?

JACK
No, this is not a test.

WOUNDED BARTENDER
You're Mr. Durden. You're the one who gave me this.

The Bartender holds up his hand, shows the KISS SCAR on the back of his hand.

JACK (V.O.)
Please return your seatbacks to their full and upright and locked position.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Jack bursts inside, out of breath, runs to grab the phone, punches a number.

INTERCUT WITH...

INT. MARLA'S ROOM - SAME

Marla answers.

MARLA
Yeah?

JACK
Marla, it's me. Have we ever done it?

MARLA
Done what?

JACK
Have we ever had sex?

MARLA
What kind of stupid question is that?!

JACK
Is it stupid because the answer's "yes" or because the answer's "no"?

MARLA
Is this a trick?

JACK
No, Marla, I need to know--

MARLA
--You mean, you want to know if we were just having sex or making love?

JACK
We did make love.

MARLA
Is that what you're calling it?

JACK
Just answer the question, Marla, please. Did we do it or not?

MARLA
You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me your sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is that a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?

JACK (V.O.)
We have just lost cabin pressure.

JACK
What did you just say?

MARLA
What is wrong with you?

JACK
What did you just called me? Say my name!

MARLA
Tyler Durden, Tyler Durden, you fucking freak, what's going on? I'm coming over.

JACK
No, wait Marla, I'm not there!

As Marla HANGS UP, Jack stares the receiver, dazed...

TYLER'S VOICE
You broke your promise.

Jack spins, dropping the phone -- Tyler's sitting on an armchair opposite him.

JACK
Jesus, Tyler!

TYLER
You fuckin' talked to her about me!

JACK
What the fuck is going on here?

TYLER
I asked you for one thing, one simple thing.

JACK
Why do people think that I'm you?

Tyler shakes his head, extremely irritated.

JACK
Answer me!

TYLER
Sit.

Jack sits on the side of the bed, face to face with Tyler.

JACK
Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you?

TYLER
I think you know.

JACK
No, I don't.

TYLER
Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?

JACK
I...I don't know...

FLASHBACK - HALLWAY - NIGHT

COMMISSIONER JACOBS checks his tie in the mirror, goes to open the door of the MEN'S BATHROOM -- FACE TO FACE with JACK.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

TYLER
You got it!

JACK
No...

FLASHBACK - MEN'S BATHROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE ON JACK, who's standing above Commissioner Jacobs.

JACK
Do not fuck with us!

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

TYLER
Say it!

JACK
Because...

FLASHBACK - INT. KITCHEN - LATE NIGHT

JACK is sitting alone, BURNING the BACK OF HIS HAND WITH LYE.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

TYLER
Say it!

JACK
Because we're the same person.

TYLER
That's right.

FLASHBACK - EXT. PAPER STREET HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAWN

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

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

JACK
I don't understand this...

TYLER
You were looking for a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the ways you wished you could be...that's me! I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I'm smart, capable and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.

JACK
No...

FLASHBACK - EXT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - BACKYARD - NIGHT

Jack stands in the yard, vodka in hand, yells at Marla.

JACK
Tyler's not here. Tyler's went away. Tyler's gone.

MARLA
What?

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

JACK
This is impossible. This is crazy.

TYLER
People do it every day. They talk to themselves. They see themselves as they like to be. They don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.

FLASHBACK - EXT. LOU'S TAVERN PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Two guys are getting out of the back door. They see JACK PUNCHING HIMSELF.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

TYLER
Naturally you still wrestling with it...Sometimes you're still you...

FLASHBACK - CURBSIDE - NIGHT

JACK sits ALONE on the curb, talking to someone beside him, but nobody's there. He hands the beer to "someone" and the beer crushes to the ground.

JACK
We should do this again sometime.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

TYLER
Other times you imagine yourself watching me.

FLASHBACK - INT. LOU'S BAR BASEMENT - NIGHT

JACK stands surrounded by eager fight club members, under the bare bulb, talking and behaving like Tyler...

JACK
If this is your first night at fight club -- you have to fight.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

Jack listens Tyler, his mouth hangs open.

TYLER
Little by little. You're just letting yourself become...Tyler Durden!

FLASHBACK - BUILDING - NIGHT

THE PARKER MORRIS BUILDING. JACK, Angel Face, Steph, Bob and another GUY rappel down the side, SPRAYING GREEN PAINT. JACK is "Tyler" in demeanor, mannerisms, speech...

JACK
(shouting)
You are not your job! Or how much money you have in the bank!

TWO WINDOWS SHATTER OUTWARD.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

JACK
But you have a house--

TYLER
--Rented in your name.

JACK
You have jobs, you have a whole life--

TYLER
--You have night jobs, because you can't sleep -- or stay up and make soap.

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

JACK
Marla...You're fucking Marla, Tyler.

TYLER
Uhm...actually you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her.

FLASHBACK - TYLER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

JACK is on top of Marla, sweating, making violent love...

INT. HOTEL - RESUMING

JACK
Oh, my God!

TYLER
Now you see our dilemma. She knows too much. We have to talk about how this might compromise our goals.

Jack stands up.

JACK
Wh--What are you saying? This is-- this is bullshit! This is bullshit, I'm not listening to this. You are insane.

TYLER
No, you're insane, and we definitely do not have time for this crap!

Jack stands, trying to absorb, feeling ill -- he suddenly FAINTS to the bed, OUT COLD.

JACK (V.O.)
It's called a "changeover". The movie goes on and nobody in the audience has any idea.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - PRE-DAWN

Jack's eyes snap open. The telephone is next to him on the bed and the phone's off the hook. Jack remembers the previous night...and runs to the door.

INT. HALLWAY

The room door SLAMS OPEN as Jack bursts out of the room, carrying his suitcase, SPRINTING for the STAIRWELL...

INT. LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER

Jack hurries to the front door, his suitcase half-broken open, passing the front desk. A DESK CLERK calls after him.

DESK CLERK
Sir, are you checking out?

JACK
Yeah, bill me.

The clerk follows the length of the counter, waves a PAPER.

DESK CLERK
I need to initial this list of phone calls, please.

Jack goes to desk -- snatches the bill, studies it: many NUMBERS.

JACK
When were these made?

DESK CLERK
It says right here, sir...between two and three this morning.

Jack looks at the clerk.

JACK
No, I w--

Jack freezes.

EXT. AIRLINE CABIN - IN FLIGHT - DAY

Jack stares out the window, his face set hard.

JACK (V.O.)
Had I been going to bed earlier every night? Have I sleeping later? Have I been Tyler longer and longer?

INT. PAPER ST. HOUSE, LIVING ROOM / KITCHEN - DAY

Jack walks to find the place EMPTY and DESERTED. He continues on into the KITCHEN, gawks at BATHTUBS and CANISTERS holding vast amounts of liquid. There are HOSES, GAS MASKS, BEAKERS, TEST TUBES and PUMPS.

JACK
Is anybody here?

He sees a BOTTLE labeled "NITRIC ACID."

JACK (V.O.)
Déjà vu. All over again.

FLASHBACK - INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

TYLER
Yeah, with enough soap we could blow just about anything.

INT. KITCHEN - RESUMING

JACK
Oh, my God.

INT. TYLER'S ROOM - LATER

Jack sits by the phone, pulls out the HOTEL BILL, runs his finger up and down the list of PHONE NUMBERS... Jack's finger stops to a NUMBER. He dials, phone to his ear.

VOICE
(from phone)
Eighteen-eighty-eight.

JACK
Who am I calling?

VOICE
Eighteen-eighty-eight Franklin. This is maintenance.

Jack sees a file on the wall: "1888 FRANKLIN STREET.."

VOICE
(from phone)
Hello? Hello?

JACK
(into phone)
1888 Franklin street?

VOICE
(from phone)
Yes. Can I help you? Hello?

Jack looks all the files on the wall...

VOICE
(from phone)
Hello?

JACK
(into phone)
Yeah, yeah. I need to talk to your supervisor, right away.

VOICE
(from phone)
Speaking.

JACK
(into phone)
Okay, listen to me. I think something really horrible is about to happen in your building, you have got--

VOICE
(from phone)
It's under control, sir.

JACK
(into phone)
Excuse me?

VOICE
(from phone)
Don't worry about us, sir. We're solid.

Jack HANGS UP, and dials the next number on the bill.

DIFFERENT VOICE
(from phone)
Twenty-one-sixty.

Jack sees a file: "2160 PICO BOULEVARD." He throws the phone, pocketing the bill. He grabs ALL THE FILES.

EXT. MARLA'S HOTEL - SUNSET

Marla walks out the lobby doors, lighting a cigarette. Jack's TAXI halts and Jack's getting out of the cab, laden with files.

JACK
Hey Marla! Marla! Fuck! Wait!

Marla makes a sharp turn, walking away. Jack follows, hugging the files to his chest, catching up. He grabs her arm, but Marla pulls away.

JACK
I got to talk to you! Marla!

MARLA
Your whacked-out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom, they almost broke my arm!

JACK
Marla--

MARLA
They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable.

JACK
Look,...listen. It'll take a tremendous act of faith on your part for you have got to hear me out.

MARLA
Oh, here comes an avalanche of bullshit.

Marla heads into a DINER. Jack follows.

JACK
-- A little more faith than that.

INT. DINER - MOMENTS LATER

Marla sits on a BOOTH. Jack sits across from her.

MARLA
No, listen I don't want to hear anything you have to say.

JACK
You have every right to be--

Jack sees A WAITER with a BLACK EYE next to him.

JACK
I'll just have a coffee, thanks.

WAITER
Sir, anything you order is free of charge, sir.

MARLA
Why is it free of charge?

JACK
Don't...Don't ask...

MARLA
Whatever. I'll have the clam chowder, the fried chicken and a baked potato with everything and a chocolate chiffon pie.

JACK
Clean food, please.

WAITER
In that case, sir, may I advice against the lady eating the clam chowder.

JACK
No clam chowder, thank you.

The waiter snaps to attention and leaves. Jack looks to the pass-through WINDOW into the kitchen where THREE COOKS with STITCHES in their faces.

MARLA
You have about thirty seconds.

JACK
I know I've been acting very, very strange and that it's been like there's two sides of me--

MARLA
Two sides? You're Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Jackass.

JACK
I deserve that, but I've come to realize something very, very important.

MARLA
What?

JACK
The full extend of our relationship wasn't really clear to me up until now, for reasons I'm not going to go into, but the important is that I know I haven't been treating you so well--

Marla's getting up to go, but Jack rises, fed up, takes her by the arm, putting her back to her seat.

MARLA
--Yeah, whatever...

JACK
Fifteen seconds! Fifteen seconds, please, don't open your mouth!

Marla crosses her arms. Jack collects himself.

JACK
I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry, because I've come to realize that I really like you Marla.

MARLA
You do?

JACK
I really do. I care about you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. Marla...your life is in danger.

MARLA
What?

JACK
You need to leave town for a while, get out of any major city, and go camping and--

MARLA
--You're an insane person.

JACK
No, I've involved you at something terrible that's about to happen...you are not safe--

MARLA
No, no. Shut up. Shut up!

Everyone looks at them. Marla's getting upset, tears coming to her eyes.

MARLA
Listen, I tried Tyler. I really tried.

JACK
I know you have.

MARLA
There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're...spectacular in bed....But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.

JACK
I know, and I'm sorry--

MARLA
Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but...I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone.

Marla gets up. Jack tries to grab her, but she's gone, heading to the door.

JACK
You can't leave, Marla, you're not safe!

EXT. DINER - MOMENTS LATER

Jack pushes out the door, files under one arm, catching up...

JACK
Marla, I --

MARLA
No, leave me alone!

JACK
Marla, I'm trying to protect you.

MARLA
Let go of me! I don't ever want to see you again!

Jack spots a BUS idling further up the street.

JACK
That's fine, if that's what it takes--Hold on, wait right here.

Jack stops in front of the bus. The bus stops. The BUS DRIVER opens the door. SOUNDS of HORNING from other cars behind the bus can be heard.

JACK
(to the bus driver)
Hold it right there.
(to a driver, horning)
Shut up! Shut up!

He pulls MONEY from his pocket holding out to Marla.

JACK
Take this money and get on this bus, and I promise you I will never bother you again, if that's what you want. Please get on the bus. Please get on the bus!

Marla hesitates, but finally takes the money from Jack's hands and walks toward the bus. Jack turns away, not to see the bus.

MARLA
Why are you doing this?

JACK
They think you are some kind of a threat, I...I can't explain right now, but trust me If I see where you're going, you won't be safe.

Marla stands at the doors of the bus, heartbroken, gives one last look at Jack.

MARLA
(holds up the money)
I'm not paying this back. I consider it "asshole tax."

JACK
That's fine, and remember stay out of major cities, for at least a couple of days, ok?

Marla gets on the bus.

MARLA
Tyler...

Jack finally turns to look at her.

MARLA
You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.

DOORS HISS SHUT. The BUS LEAVES, heading away. Jack seems relieved. THROUGH THE BUSS WINDOWS: the bus is filled with BALD MEN IN BLACK: SPACE MONKEYS. Jack doesn't see them. The bus speeds away. Onboard, Space Monkeys, subdue Marla.

Jack leaves running.

INT. POLICE STATION - SUNSET

Jack runs to the front desk, crazed, dumps the armload of files on the desk in front of the DESK SERGEANT...

JACK
(takes a deep breath)
Hello. I need you to arrest me. I'm the leader of a terrorist organization responsible for numerous acts of vandalism and assault all over the city.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER

Detective Stern and THREE DETECTIVES stand, staring at Jack, who's seated. On the table are the phone bill and the files.

JACK
...in the metropolitan area, with probably a couple hundred members. Chapters are sprouting in at least five or six other major cities already. This is tightly-regimented organization, with many cells capable of operating completely independent central leadership. Look, go to that house, ok? 1537 Paper Street. That's our headquarters. In the back, buried in the garden, you'll find the body of Robert Paulson. In the basement, you gonna find some bath tubs used very recently to make large quantities of nitroglycerin. I believe the plan is to blow up the headquarters of these credit card companies and the TRW building.

STERN
Why these buildings? why credit card companies?

JACK
If you erase the debt record, we all go back to zero. It'll create total chaos.

STERN
(to other detectives)
Keep him talking. I need to make a phone call.

Stern leaves. A beat, then, the remaining detectives smile at Jack with REVERENCE.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
I really admire what you're doing.

JACK
What?

DETECTIVE ANDREW
You're a brave man to order this.

DETECTIVE KEVIN
You're a genius, sir.

DETECTIVE WALKER
You said if anyone ever interferes Project Mayhem, even you, we gotta get his balls.

Jack stands up.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
It's useless to fight.

DETECTIVE KEVIN
It's really a powerful gesture, Mr. Durden. It'll set quite an example.

JACK
You're making a big mistake, fellas!

DETECTIVE KEVIN
You said you'd say that.

JACK
I'm not Tyler Durden!

DETECTIVE WALKER
You told us you'd say that too.

JACK
Okay, I'm Tyler Durden...listen to me. I'm giving you a direct order. We are aborting the mission right now.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
You said you would definitely say that.

They GRAB Jack and force him on his back on the table. They pull Jack's PANTS completely off, tosses them aside. Jack SCREAMS. Detective Walker holds Jack's legs.

JACK
Are you fucking out of your minds? You're police officers!

A KNOCK at the door.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
Somebody timing this?

DETECTIVE WALKER
(to Jack)
Keep your mouth shut! Shit!

Detectives Andrew and Kevin block view of the table as Detective Walker opens the door with a crack.

DETECTIVE WALKER
Yeah?

STERN
Some of the info checks out. Let's go over to that house on Paper Street.

DETECTIVE WALKER
Be right there.

Detective Walker glances back at the other Detectives, leaves, closing the door.

JACK
Hey wait!

Detective Andrew has a knife and Detective Kevin has a rubber band. Jack kicks and screams and writhes. The Detectives wrangle him, but with more difficulty now that Walker's gone.

DETECTIVE KEVIN
Sir, we have to do this.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
Mr. Durden, stop fighting.

DETECTIVE KEVIN
You're gonna to fuck up this time.

DETECTIVE ANDREW
Where's the rubber band?

As Detective Kevin is almost above Jack, Jack's free hand PULLS Kevin's GUN and points at him. Kevin backs off. Jack gets up, gasping for air.

JACK
(to Kevin)
Stay away from me!
(to Andrew)
Drop the fucking knife! Drop it!

Andrew drops the knife. Jack takes the files from the table.

JACK
Face down on the floor, both of you, right now.

The Detectives get down on the floor.

JACK
Get down on the floor. The first who comes out of this fucking door gets...gets a lead salad, you understand?

Jack heads to the door, opens it and leaves the room.

INT. POLICE STATION, HALLWAY - NIGHT

Jack, without pants, comes out of the door. He runs to the stairs and gets away from the back door.

EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Jack SPRINTS down the middle of the street, gun in hand, looking like a complete madman. Cars almost hit me. Jack points the gun to a car.

JACK
Get away! Get away!

Some of the files fall, Jack takes them and runs.

EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT

Jack's still running, gun in one hand, files in the other. IN SLOW MOTION...

JACK (V.O.)
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins hit acid. Then I ran some more.

RESUME NORMAL SPEED...

EXT. BANK BUILDING - LATER

Jack, sweating and panting, stops, looks...then heads toward the building with the address "1888 Franklin Street.". He throws the files in a trash-can. A police car turns...Jack turns away. He heads to the lobby.

EXT. 1888 LOBBY - LATER

Jack tries the door -- locked.

TYLER'S VOICE
What the fuck are you doing? Running around in your underpants? Man, you look like a crazy person!

Jack turns and sees TYLER nearby.

JACK
No, I'm onto you. I know what's going on here.

TYLER
Well, come on then, I have a great place to view. It'll be like paper-view!

Jack lifts a cast iron bench, runs forward -- RAMS it into the glass. The bench immediately recoils from the glass, SLAMS Jack's groin! Tyler APPEARS behind the DOOR, laughing. Jack falls to his knees, doubled over. Then, he rises, SHOOTS the glass...Tyler DISAPPEARS.

INT. 1888 LOBBY

Jack pushes through the broken glass. He sees a sign "GARAGE ESCALATORS." He sprints to it...

INT. GROUND LEVEL - PARKING

Jack enters, looks -- no cars. He bolts to the STAIRS...

INT. TOP-LEVEL PARKING AREA - 7TH FLOOR

Jack enters, heaving. Again NO CARS, except for A TRUCK. Jack heads toward it. He looks inside the front seats. He heads to the back of the car. He opens the back door of the truck sees: NINE LARGE CANISTERS, heavily-WIRED.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUED

Jack gets inside to find the BOMB. There's a DIGITAL CLOCK, ticking down from "25:55"...TYLER appears in the back of the car.

JACK
Oh, Christ!

TYLER
Now what are you doing?

JACK
I'm stopping this.

TYLER
Why? Greatest thing you've ever done, man.

JACK
No, I can't let this happen.

TYLER
You know there are ten other bombs in ten other buildings.

JACK
Goddamn it, since when is Project Mayhem about murder?

TYLER
The buildings are empty. Security and maintenance and all our people. We're not killing anyone, man, we're setting them free!

JACK
Bob is dead! The shot him in the head!

TYLER
If you wanna make an omelet you've gotta break some eggs.

JACK
No, I'm not listening to you, you're not even there.

Jack looks back to the BOMB, wipes sweat from his face. Jack moves to pull the lid off one CANISTER, looks inside...

TYLER
Wouldn't do that. Unless you know which wire is what.

Jack starts finger the MANY WIRES, sorting them.

JACK
If you know, then I know.

Tyler APPEARS in the front passenger seat.

TYLER
Or--maybe I knew you'd know, so I spent the whole day thinking about the wrong ones.

Jack chooses one wire, GREEN, holds it in his fingers.

TYLER
You think?

Jack twists the GREEN WIRE around his finger.

TYLER
Oh, heavens, no, not the green one. Pull anyone but the green one.

Jack PULLS the GREEN WIRE and the digital clock STOPS. Jack chuckles.

TYLER
I asked you not to do that!

Tyler PUNCHES Jack in the face. Jack falls down, out of the truck.

INT. TOP-LEVEL PARKING AREA - 7TH FLOOR

Tyler comes out of the truck, closes the doors, locks and throws away the keys. Jack points the GUN to him.

JACK
Tyler get away from the van! Tyler I'm not kidding! Get away from the van! Goddamn it!

INT. SECURITY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Banks of SECURITY MONITORS sit unmanned.

ON ONE MONITOR: Jack aims the truck--nobody else is there.

INT. TOP-LEVEL PARKING AREA - 7TH FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

Jack aims...FIRES! One bullet BREAKS the back window of the truck.

TYLER
Whoa! Whoa! Ok! You are now firing with a gun at your imaginary friend, near four hundred gallons of nitroglycerin!!!

Tyler approaches Jack, Jack backs off, always aiming Tyler with the gun.

JACK
Look, Tyler! Tyler!

He FIRES again. Tyler gets pissed off.

TYLER
What?!

Tyler PUNCHES, knocks the gun out of Jack's hand. Tyler PUNCHES Jack in the face. Jack falls down. Jack scrambles to his feet, running backwards.

TYLER
Oh, come on! Don't go!

Jack turns to a corner, Tyler's there: He PUNCHES him again in the face.

INT. SECURITY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Banks of SECURITY MONITORS sit unmanned.

ON ONE MONITOR: Jack is seen on the floor, ALONE, WRESTLING HIMSELF. He swings his left hand up, punching empty air, then swings his right hand -- PUNCHING himself in the side of the head...

INT. TOP-LEVEL PARKING AREA - 7TH FLOOR

Jack stands, runs, tries to go under the truck. Tyler grabs his foot, taking off his SHOE. He hits Jack's head with the shoe. Jack goes behind the truck. Tyler follows him. Jack falls down again, and Tyler KICKS Jack's leg. Jack SCREAMS in pain.

INT. MAIN LOBBY

Tyler throws Jack, smashing the glass of the lobby door. They FIGHT viciously, bloodied. Tyler grabs Jack's hair, heading toward the stairwell.

SECURITY MONITOR P.O.V.: Jack's got his hands behind his head, pulling himself.

INT. STAIRWELL

The stairwell is empty. Tyler GRABS Jack from his shirt and THROWS him in the stairwell. Jack's in the bottom of the stairwell, unconscious. Tyler leaves.

FADE TO BLACK:

INT. LARGE SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR - NIGHT

CLOSE ON: Jack as he SNAPS AWAKE. Tyler is standing in front of him, holding the GUN in Jack's MOUTH. Jack looks around with his eyes...

PULL BACK TO: This huge room is being remodeled.

TYLER
Three minutes. This is it. The beginning. Ground zero.

JACK (V.O.)
I think this is about were we came in.

TYLER
Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?

JACK
(still distorted)
i.....ann....iinn....ff....nnyin...

Tyler removes the gun from Jack's mouth.

TYLER
I'm sorry?

JACK
I still can't think of anything.

TYLER
Ah, flashback humor.

Tyler approaches the window.

TYLER
It's getting exciting now.
(checks his watch)
Two and a half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man.
(looks out windows)
Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.

Tyler heads toward Jack. He PUSHES the chair on which Jack is seated, and it SLAMS to the window. Jack sees through the window, below a BUS idles. The doors open and MARLA's dragged out, kicking and screaming carries by SIX SPACE MONKEYS...

JACK
Why is she here?

TYLER
Timing lose ends.

MARLA (O.S.)
Put me down, you bald-freaks!

They carry Marla into the BUILDING ENTRANCE.

JACK
I'm begging you, don't do this.

TYLER
I'm not doing this. We are doing this. This is what we won't.

JACK
No, I don't want this.

TYLER
Right, except "you", is meaningless now. We have to forget about you.

JACK
Jesus, you're a voice in my head.

TYLER
You're a voice in mine!

JACK
You're a fucking hallucination, why I can't get rid of you?

TYLER
You need me.

JACK
No, I don't. I really don't anymore--

TYLER
--Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make my self feel better. Take some responsibility.

JACK
I do. I am responsible for all of it and I accept that. So, please, I'm begging you, please call this off.

TYLER
Have I ever let us down? How far you come because of me?...I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you kicking and screaming and in the end, you'll thank me.

JACK
Tyler, I'm grateful to you, for everything you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this.

TYLER
What do you want?! Wanna go back to the shit job, fucking condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you! I don't do it.

JACK
This can't be happening.

TYLER
It's already done, so shut up. Sixty seconds, can you see alright?

JACK
I can figure this out. I can figure this out. This is not for real. The gun is not in your hand. The gun is in my hand.

The gun DISAPPEARS from Tyler's hand and APPEARS in Jack's.

TYLER
Hey, good for you, it doesn't change a thing.

Jack stares at the gun a long time...Jack brings the gun up, PUTS THE GUN ON HIS LOWER JAW. Tyler cocks his head.

TYLER
Why do you want to put a gun in your head?

JACK
Not my head, Tyler. Our head.

TYLER
Interesting. What are you going to do with this IKEA-boy? Hey, it's you and me...
(pause)
Friends?

JACK
Tyler, I want you to really listen to me.

TYLER
Okay...

JACK
My eyes are open.

Their eyes are locked, unblinking. Long silence.

Jack PUTS THE GUN IN HIS MOUTH. EXTREME SLOW MOTION: Jack's fingers squeezes the trigger...KABLAM! -- Jack's cheek INFLATE with gas. His eyes bulge. BLOOD files out from his head. The WINDOW behind him SHATTERS. SMOKE wafts out of his mouth and tear ducts.

RESUME NORMAL SPEED as the GLASS FALLS behind Jack. Tyler stands, in gun smoke, eyes glazed, sniffs the air.

TYLER
What's that smell...?

Jack slumps to his chair. Tyler falls...Tyler hits the ground. The back of Tyler's head is BLOWN OPEN, revealing blood, skull and brain. TYLER'S BODY IS GONE. Suddenly a group of Space Monkeys burst into the room, moving forward Jack.

STEPH
Where is everybody?

TALL SPACE MONKEY
I don't know, what's going on?

STEPH
Mr. Durden!

Steph DROPS the beers on the floor. Jack quakes, holding the side of his head; a ragged hole blown in his CHEEK. He's bleeding hard, but he's alive.

STEPH
Sir, are you alright?

JACK
Oh, yeah, I'm ok.

MECHANIC
You look terrible. What happened?

JACK
Oh, nothing. It's no problem.

TALL SPACE MONKEY
No, no, sir, he's not kidding, you look really awful. You need medical assistance.

JACK
Look, I'm fine. Everything's fine.

Jack looks to the Space Monkeys, trying to get his eyes to see. TWO SPACE MONKEYS enter with MARLA. One hold a gun to Marla as she struggles.

JACK
Let her go.

MARLA
Christ Almighty! You!

JACK
Hi Marla.
(to the space monkeys)
Leave her with me, get your stuff, I'll meet you downstairs.

MECHANIC
Are you sure, sir?

JACK
Yes, I'm sure.

The monkeys release Marla. Only the short Space Monkey is left with Marla and Jack, while the others are leaving, hesitantly.

MARLA
You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing now, put me in the fucking bu--
(sees Jack's bleeding face)
Oh, my God!-- You're face!

JACK
Yeah, I know.

MARLA
What happened?

JACK
Don't ask.

MARLA
You're shot!

JACK
Yes, I'm shot.

INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS

The SPACE MONKEYS stare at Marla and Jack.

ONE SPACE MONKEY
I can't believe he's standing.

SECOND SPACE MONKEY
One tough motherfucker.

INT. LARGE SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

MARLA
Who did this?

Marla crouches, takes out wadded TISSUES and tries to apply them to Jack's wound.

JACK
I did, actually.
(to the tall space monkey)
Find some gauze.

The space monkey rushes to find some gauze.

MARLA
You shot yourself?

INSERT: "Where is my mind?" by the Pixies.

JACK
Yes, but it's ok. Marla look at me. I'm really ok. Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine.

MASSIVE EXPLOSION...the glass walls rattle...Jack and Marla look -- OUT THE WINDOWS: A BUILDING EXPLODES; collapsing upon itself. Then ANOTHER BUILDING IMPLODES into a massive cloud of dust. Jack and Marla are silhouetted against the SKYLINE. Jack looks Marla, reaches to take her hand.

JACK
You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Marla looks at him. ANOTHER BUILDING IMPLODES and COLLAPSES inward...and ANOTHER BUILDING...and ANOTHER...

The FILM SLOWS, then ADVANCES ONE FRAME AT A TIME -- SHOWING SPROCKET HOLES on the SIDES. EACH FRAME is an IMPLODING BUILDING -- then, ONE FRAME IS A PENIS. Then the IMPLODING BUILDING again. SPEED UP frames, LOSE THE SPROCKET HOLES, RESUME NORMAL SPEED...

FADE TO BLACK: