*HARRIS, ZIEGLER's personal assistant, leads BILL down the corridor and across the hall. Not a word is spoken. They come to a door and HARRIS knocks on it. * **129. INT. BILLIARD ROOM **- ZIEGLER **MANSION **-**NIGHT **
*A big, pine paneled room, lined with books and antique artifacts. In the middle of the room ZIEGLER is alone, playing shots on the billiard table. ZIEGLER hears the knock, puts the cue down and walks across the room to the door. *
ZIEGLER
*( calling out) * Come in.
*HARRIS opens the door, lets BILL in and closes the door immediately after. *
ZIEGLER
Bill, I appreciate you coming.
BILL
Sure.
ZIEGLER
Sorry to drag you over tonight . Let me have your coat.
BILL
*(removing over-coat) * No, no. I ... I was out anyway, thanlt you. ZIEGLER How abo\,\t a drink?
*ZIEGLER gives BILL a friendly slap . on the shoulder as he takes his coat. *
BILL
Are you having one?
ZIEGLER
Sure.
*They walk over to the drink$ tabl,e. ZIEGLER. laying BILL's coat over an annchair. *
BILL
OK.
ZIEGLER
What would you like?
BILL
Just a little scotch.
ZIEGLER
Good. How do you take it? Neat?
*ZIEGLER. pours the drinks. *
**BILL **
Please. That was a terrific party the other night.
Alice and I had a wonderful time.
**ZIBGLER **
Well, good, good. It was great seeing you both. Cheers.
*They "clink" glasses and ZIEGLER leads BILL over to the billiard table. *
BILL
Cheers. Were you playing?
ZIEGLER
No. Just knocking a few balls around.
*They face each other across the table as BILL takes a drink. *
BILL
Beautiful scotch.
ZIEGLER
That's a twenty-five-year-old. I'll send you over a case.
BILL
No, please.
ZIEGLER
Sure, why not?
BILL
No ... no!
ZIBGLER
You, erh . .. do you feel like playing?
*ZIEGLER starts playi.ng with a billiard ball. He looks particularly ill at ease. *
BILL
No thanks .. . you go ahead. I'll watch .
ZIEGLER
No, no, no, no, no, no. I ... I was just, erh .... Listen, Bill, the reason I asked you to come over, I, I ... I need to talk to you about something.
BILL
Sure.
ZIEGLER
It's a little bit awkward. And I have to be completely frank. BILL What kind of problem are you having?
**ZIEGLER **
It isn't a medical problem.
*ZIEGLER slowly walks around the tabl.e towards BILL. *
ZIEGLER
Actually, it concerns you, Bill ... I . .. I know what happened. last night. And I know what's been going on since then. And I think youjust might . . . have the wrong idea about one or two things.
BILL
I'm sorry, Victor, I . . . what in the hell are you talking about?
ZIEGLER
Please, Bill, no games. I was there, at the house. I saw everything that went on. Bill, what the hell did you think you were doing?
*ZIEGLER picks up his glass and starts to pace the floor. *
Zl\_EGLER I couldn't , I couldn't even begin to, to imagine how, how you had even heard about it, let alone
got yourself through the door. And then I remembered seeing you with that ... that ... that prick ·piano player .. . Nick whatever-the-fuck his name was at my party. It didn't take much to figure out the rest.
*BILL stares at the table in embarrassment. *
**BILL **
It wasn't Nick's fault. It was mine.
ZIEGLER
*(still pacing) * Of course it was Nick's fault. If he hadn't m·entioned it to you in the first place, none of this would have happened. I recommended that little cocksucker to those people and he's made me look like a complete asshole.
BILL
Victor, what can I say? I had . . . absolutely no idea you were involved in any way.
*ZIEGLER leans on. the table trying to gain composure. *
ZIEGLER
I know you didn't, Bill. But I also know that you . .. you went to Nick's hotel this morning and talked to the desk clerk.
BILL
How do you know that?
ZIEGLER
Because I had you fallowed.
*BILL "snorts" a short laugh in response. *
BILL
You had me *folwwed?
Now it is ZIEGLER's tum tobe embarrassed. *
ZIEGLER
I ... OK, OK! I'm sorry all right. l owe you an apology, I . .. this was for your own good, believe me. Now look, I know what the desk clerk told you but what he didn't tell you is that all they did was put Nick on a plane to Seattle. By now he's probably back with bis family ... probably banging Mrs Nick.
*ZIEGLER's attempt to lighten the conversation falls flat with BILL. *
BILL
The clerk said he had a bruise on his face.
*ZIEGLER. moves closer to BILL and sits on the table. *
ZIEGLER
OK, he had a bruise on his face. That's a hell of a lot less than he deserves. Listen, Bill. I don't think you realize what sort of trouble you were in last night.
*ZIEGLER gets off the table, picks up BILL's glass and walks to the drinks table. *
ZIEGLER
What do you think those people were? They weren't just ordinary people there. If I told you their names ... I'm not gonna tell you their names, but if I did, I don't think you'd sleep so well.
BILL
Was it the second password? Is that what gave me away?
*ZIEGLER pours more scotch for BILL and himself and puts BILL's glass on the billiard table. ZIEGLER then walks over to an armchair on the other side of the room. *
ZIEGLER
Yes, finally . But not because you didn't know it ... it's because there was no second password.
*ZIEGLER sits down in the armchair. *
ZIEGLER
Of course, it didn't help a whole lot ... those
people arrive in limos and you showed up in a
taxi. Or, that when they took your coat, they found the receipt from the rental house in your
pocket, made out to you-know-who ....
*BILL moves away and turns his back on ZIEGLER. He feels vmy awkward. *
BILL
There was a ... there was a ... there was a woman there, who, erh ... tried to warn me.
ZIBGLER
I know ....
BILL
Do you know who she was?
*ZIEGLER gets up and goes near to where BILL stands with his back still turned. He puts his glass on the edge of the table. *
ZIEGLER
Yes .. . she was ... she was a hooker. Sorry, but that's what she was.
*BILL moves away, still wi.th his back to ZIEGLER and sits in an armchair . He runs his hand through his hair, trying to figure everything out. *
BILL
A hooker?
ZIEGLER
Bill, suppose I told you that .. . that everything that happened to you there, the threats , the girls . .. warnings , the last minute interventions . .. suppose I said all of that was staged, that it was a kind of charade? That it was fake?
BILL
Fake?
ZIEGLE.R
Yes, fake.
BILL
*(not understanding) * Why would they do that?
ZIEGLER
Why? In plain words, to scare the living shit out of you. To keep you qµiet about where you'd been and what you' d seen.
*BILL takes the article he tore out of the *New York Post *in Sharkey's Cafe and hands it to ZIEGLER ·who looks at it. *
BILL
Have you seen this?
ZIEGLER
Yes, I have.
*He folds it and gives it back to BILL. *
BILL
I saw her.body, in the morgue. Was she ... was she the woman at the. party?
*ZIEGLER, hands in pockets, moves away to the billiard table. *
ZIEGLER
Yes, she was.
*BILL, in a~ attempt to put everything together, gets up and walks away from ZIEGLER as if to put some dis-tan.ce between them. *
BILL
Victor, the woman lying dead in the morgue was the woman at the party?
ZIEGLER
Yes.
*BILL, getting ve,y upset, turns round on ZIEGLER. *
BILL
Well, Victor, maybe I'm . .. missing something here. You called it a fake, charade . Do you mind telling me what kind of fucking charade ends with somebody turning up dead?
ZIBGLER
*(rising anger) * OK, Bill. Let's ... let's ... let's . . . let's cut the bullshit, all right ? You've been way out of your depth for the last twenty -four hours. You wanna know what kinda charade? I'll tell you exactly what kind. That whole play-acted "take me" phony sacrifice that you've been jerking yourself off with had absolutely nothing to do with her real death . Nothing happened to her after you left that party that hadn't happened to her before . She got her brains fucked out. *Period.
(pause) * When they took her home she was just fine and the rest of it's right there in the paper. She was a junky. She OD'd. There was nothing suspicious . Her door was locked from the inside. The police are happy. End of story. *(pause) *
Come on ... it was always just gonna be a matter of time with her. Remember , you told her so yourself? Remember the one with the great tits who OD' d in ·my bathroom ?
*BILL hangs his head as he recollects that it was indeed what he'd told ZIEGLER and MANDY at the party after the "bathroom incident. *"
*BILL slowly moves away as ZIEGLER, trying to mol-lify him, walks up behind him. *
ZIEGLER
Listen, Bill. Nobody killed anybody . Someone died. It happens all the time. Life goes on. It always does until it doesn't.
*ZIEGLER lays his hands on BIL.L's shoulders in a friendly reassuring way. *
ZIEGLER
But you know that, don't you?