The End of the Tour
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THE END OF THE TOUR Screenplay by Donald Margulies Directed by James Ponsoldt Based on "Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip With David Foster Wallace" by David Lipsky © 2014 EOT Film Productions, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No Portion of this script may be performed, published, reproduced, sold or distributed by any means, or quoted or published in any medium, including on any website without prior written consent of EOT Film Productions, LLC. This material is the property of EOT Film Productions LLC and is intended and restricted for use solely for EOT Film Productions, LLC personnel. Distribution of disclosure of this material to unauthorized persons is prohibited. Disposal of this script copy does alter any restrictions previously set forth. Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library FADE IN: 1 INT. LIPSKY’S WEST END AVE APT/LIVING ROOM/OFFICE - NYC - 1 2008 - NIGHT A bright, unpretentious two-bedroom in a pre-war building, cluttered with books and papers, reflecting its owner’s lively mind. The decor is that of a perennial grad student’s digs, the bachelor pad of a New York intellectual. A dog curled up on the sofa beside him, DAVID LIPSKY, a boyishly handsome forty-three, quick-witted, tightly-wound, smokes and types speedily from scraps of handwritten notes, surrounded by books on his current journalistic subject, climate change. A stack of copies of his recent publishing success - Absolutely American - looms nearby. His iPhone vibrates. He gets up and answers the call. LIPSKY Hey, Bob, what’s up? BOB’S VOICE (over phone) Listen: According to this unconfirmed report... David Wallace is dead. LIPSKY (disputing) What? No no no no, must be a college prank or something... Lipsky rapidly googles “david foster wallace death” and scans the news. BOB’S VOICE I thought if anybody knew whether it was true or not... Shock registers on Lipsky’s face. OVER: NPR reporter ROBERT SIEGEL. ROBERT SIEGEL (O.S.) Now a remembrance of writer David Foster Wallace... 3 INT. NPR - NYC - 2008 - DAY 3 Lipsky is being escorted to a booth by a college-age INTERN. ROBERT SIEGEL (O.S.) (CONT’D) He was found dead, an apparent suicide, on Friday night. Wallace's novel, "Infinite Jest," brought him fame and a wide audience. Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library 2. 4 INT. NPR - NYC - 2008 - MOMENTS LATER 4 Lipsky, wearing headphones, heart pounding, nervously waits for a cue from a woman producer in the control booth. ROBERT SIEGEL (O.S.) ...Writer David Lipsky has this appreciation. The producer signals to Lipsky, who reads his prepared remarks from his shaky hands. LIPSKY “To read David Foster Wallace was to feel your eyelids pulled open. 2 EXT. BOOKSTORE - NYC - 2008 - DAY 2 Lipsky, pensive, smoking, walks down the street on a crisp autumn day, stops at a window display honoring Wallace with his picture and copies of his books The Broom of the System, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again and his magnum opus, Infinite Jest. LIPSKY (V.O.) Some writers specialize in the away- from-home experience. They’ve safaried, eaten across Italy, covered a war. Wallace offered his alive self... 7 INT. LIPSKY’S WEST END AVE APT/CLOSET - NYC - 2008 - DAY 7 Lipsky rummages closet shelves until he locates a particular shoe box labeled “DFW.” He opens the box: inside are a motley bunch of audio tapes - eight or nine of them - numbered, scrawled with dates from four days in March 1996. LIPSKY (V.O.) ...cutting through our sleepy aquarium, our standard T.V., stores, political campaigns. Writers who can do this, like Salinger and Fitzgerald, forge an unbreakable bond with readers... He digs out a quaintly clunky SONY tape recorder that was state-of-the-art back in 1996. It doesn’t play. He removes its batteries and looks in drawers for new ones. No luck. Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library 3. 7A INT. LIPSKY’S WEST END AVE APT/BATHROOM/OFFICE - NYC - 2008 - 7A DAY Lipsky takes the batteries out of his electric toothbrush and puts them in the recorder. LIPSKY (V.O.) You didn’t slip into the books looking for story, information, but for a particular experience. The sensation, for a certain number of pages, of being David Foster Wallace.” With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he inserts cassette #1 in the machine and presses play. The sound of David’s voice mid-tape, is both comforting and moving. DAVID’S VOICE (on the recording) -- there was, if anything, a conscious attempt to not give overt direction. Although, of course, you end up becoming yourself. LIPSKY’S VOICE (on the recording) Did they want you to be a writer? FLASH TO: 6 INT. CAR/OUTSKIRTS - CHICAGO - 1996 - DAY 6 A blurry, indistinct POV shot of DAVID FOSTER WALLACE in the passenger seat of a moving car: Lipsky’s memory struggling to come into focus. DAVID’S VOICE No, the big thing when I was little, I was like a really serious jock... CUT BACK TO: 9 INT. LIPSKY’S WEST END AVE APT/OFFICE - NYC - 2008 - DAY 9 Lipsky listens. DAVID’S VOICE ...city-wide football as a kid. I was real big, really strong as a kid. And then for four or five years, I was gonna be a pro tennis player. My great dream. Reading was just kind of fun. A weird thing that I did on the side - Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library 4. Lipsky stops and presses rewind on the tape player. He ruminates as we HEAR the whir of the tape rewinding. FLASHBACK TO: 10 EXT. DOWNTOWN SKYLINE - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 10 The heart-stopping view of the illuminated twin towers tells us we are in pre-2001 New York. SUPER TITLE: 12 YEARS EARLIER LIPSKY (O.S.) (reads) “I didn’t understand SoHo... 11 INT. BOOK SHOP - UPPER WEST SIDE - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 11 Lipsky stands before a paltry turnout - consisting of old people and a few loyal friends (among them his pretty girlfriend, SARAH) - reading from his novel, The Art Fair. Here, Lipsky is 30 years old but looks like a student, his long, dark, Byronic hair framing his fine features. LIPSKY (CONT’D) - the warehouses, the old buildings, the cobbled streets. Distracted by disinterested CUSTOMERS who continue to browse, Lipsky hears a muffled giggle and sees a YOUNG COUPLE in the audience flirting and clearly not listening. LIPSKY (CONT’D) It wasn’t the Upper East Side, and it was dirty. I felt marooned. Our mother had taken us off the track of the nice life we’d been on. She’d moored us in a creepy cul-de-sac with her art-world friends. 14 EXT./INT. KGB BAR - NYC - 1996 - NIGHT 14 Deafening music. A crowded, noisy gathering of mostly young, cool, black-attired New York writers and artists. LIPSKY (V.O.) (CONTD) None of the kids in my school had parents in the art world. It made me feel different. Like there was something I had to cover up.” Lipsky gets two glasses of wine from a bar. We FOLLOW as he makes his way through the crowd. He knows a lot of people with whom he exchanges ad-libbed greetings along the way. They have to SHOUT to be heard above the din. Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library 5. BEARDED GUY David, hi! How’d your reading go? LIPSKY Great! BEARDED GUY Sorry I missed it! LIPSKY Don’t worry about it! Drinks held aloft, Lipsky continues into the crowd. A MODEL: MODEL I heard you got the Rolling Stone job! LIPSKY We’ll see! I’m sort of on probation! Lipsky delivers the drink to Sarah, who stands in a circle of acquaintances in mid-conversation. SARAH’S FRIEND Did you see Kirn’s review in New York Magazine? The guy’s been fucking canonized! LIPSKY Who’s this? SARAH David Foster Wallace. 15 INT. LIPSKY’S W 77TH ST APT/BEDROOM/BATHROOM - NYC - 1996 - 15 NIGHT Lipsky, at the bathroom door, reads aloud Walter Kirn’s review in New York magazine (2/12/96). Sarah comes out in a towel and he follows her to the bedroom. LIPSKY “Next year’s book awards have been decided.” Can you believe this? “The plaques and citations can now be put into escrow.” Unbelievable. “With Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace - a plutonium-dense, satirical whiz-kid opus that runs to almost a thousand pages - She kisses him as she goes past. Script provided for educational purposes. More scripts can be found here: http://www.sellingyourscreenplay.com/library 6. LIPSKY (CONTD) - (not including footnotes) - the competition has been obliterated. It’s as though Paul Bunyan had joined the NFL or Wittgenstein had gone on Jeopardy! The novel is that colossally disruptive. And that spectacularly good.” That’s the fucking opening paragraph! SARAH What if it actually is that good? You know? You may just have to read it. 16 INT. LIPSKY’S W 77TH ST APT/LIVING ROOM - NYC - 1996 - DUSK 16 If his 2008 place is grad-student-y, the 1996 Lipsky residence is smaller and explosively chaotic, like a teenager’s domain. We find Sarah on the couch reading the current bestseller, Primary Colors and Lipsky beside her reading Infinite Jest.