Conspiracy Theory

CONSPIRACY THEORY an original screenplay by Brian Helgeland September 12, 1996 FADE IN: INT. MANHATTAN STREETS - CAB - DAY Behind the wheel:JERRY FLETCHER.Flat-out handsome if not for his eyes.Someone rash, someone making an uninformed decision might call them crazy eyes.He stops across from an apartment building, TOOTS his HORN. IN DOORWAY A woman and a man, a CYNIC, appear.Jerry smiles as they kiss goodnight.A bit of desperate passion.She watches after him as he gets in the cab. CYNIC Luxembourg Towers on 7th. INT. CAB Jerry nods, rolls out.The Cynic watches the door to 1257 close, then sighs.Jerry looks at him in the rearview. JERRY The sound of love. CYNIC Excuse me? Jerry exhales an exaggerated sigh. JERRY That's love. CYNIC Love?Love's just a pretty way of saying, 'I want to sleep with you'.Love is bullshit. JERRY I live on tips, so don't be offended, but you're a liar.I saw you kiss.Admit it, this is the street where love lives. The Cynic looks back over his shoulder.Down love street.As Jerry hangs a right, the Cynic faces forward. JERRY Love gives you wings.It makes you fly.I don't even call it love.I call it Geronimo. CYNIC Geronimo? JERRY Geronimo.When you're really in love, you'll jump.Off the top of the Empire State.Screaming 'Geronimo' the whole way down. CYNIC But you'll die.You'll squash yourself.What's the point? JERRY Aren't you listening, man?Love gives you wings. The Cynic just smiles, leans back. CYNIC She must be some girl. JERRY I love her so bad.