I see all this potential.
And I see squandering.
God damn it.
An entire generation pumping gas...
waiting tables...
slaves with white collars.
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes...
working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
We're the middle children of history, man.
No purpose or place.
We have no Great War... no Great Depression.
Our Great War's a spiritual war.
Our Great Depression is our lives.
We've all been raised on television
to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires
and movie gods and rock stars.
But we won't.
We're slowly learning that fact.
And we're very, very pissed off.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
[The Men Murmur]
First rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about--
[Loud Banging]
Who are you?
Who am I?
Yeah.
There's a sign in the front
that says '' Lou's Tavern.''
I'm fuckin' Lou.
Who the fuck are you?
Tyler Durden.
Who told you motherfuckers that you could use my place?
We have a deal worked out with Irvin.
Irvin?
Irvin's at home with a broken collarbone.
He don't own this place.
I do.
How much money is he gettin' for this?
There is no money.
- Really. Ain't that somethin'? - Free to all.
It is, actually.
Look, stupid fuck...
I want everybody outta here right now.
Hey. You should Join our club.
Did you hear what I just said?
You and your friend.
Oomp!
Uhh!
You hear me now?!
No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou.
Ooh!
Pfft!
Ohhh...
Still not gettin' it.
Aah! OK, OK, OK. I got it.
I got it. I got it. Shit, I lost it.
Ooh!
Back! All of you!
[Gun Cocks]
Everybody back.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Aw, Lou...
Come on, man.
We really like this place.
Ohh!
[Tyler Half Sobs, Half Laughs Hysterically]
Ohhh...
- That's right, Lou, get it-- - Shut the fuck up!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ho ho ho ha ha ha!
Think that's fuckin' funny?!
Ho ho, ho! Ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha-- Ohh! Ho ho ho!
Fuckin' guys are loony, I'm tellin' ya.
Unbelievable. Aah!
[Choking]
You don't know where I've been, Lou.
- Oh, my God! - Ha ha ha!
You don't know where I've been! Ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Lou! Please let us keep it, Lou!
Please, Lou!
Fuckin' use the basement! Christ!
I want your word, Lou! I want your word!
On my mother's honor.
Uhh!
Lou!
Aaahh!
Thanks, Lou.
You, too, big guy.
See you next week.
This week... each one of you...
has a homework assignment.
You're gonna go out.
You're gonna start a fight with a total stranger.
You're gonna start a fight.
And you're gonna lose.
Excellent choice, sir.
Hey! Watch out, Jackass!
Come on!
Narrator: Now, this is not as easy as it sounds.
I'm thinkin' you really--What?!
Son of a bitch!
Narrator: Most people... normal people...
do just about anything to avoid a fight.
Excuse me. You sprayed me with your hose.
Like that?
That's not necessary.
Dave! Go call 91 1 !
Aaahh!
Stop it!
Sorry.
What did-- Come here!
Leave me alone! You crazy?
Uhh!
Uhh! Uhh!
Bastard!
We need to talk.
OK.
[Door Closes]
Where to begin?
With your constant absenteeism?
With your unpresentable appearance?
You're up for review.
I am Jack’s... complete lack of surprise.
What?
Let's pretend.
You're the Department of Transportation.
OK?
Someone informs you that this company
installs front seat mounting brackets
that never pass collision tests...
brake linings that fail after a thousand miles,
and fuel injectors that explode
and burn people alive.
What then?
Are you threatening me?
No...
Get the fuck outta here. You're fired.
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 into the office.
I can do this job from home.
Who--Who the fuck do you think you are,
you crazy little shit?
Security?
Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge.
Ohh!
Ahh...ahh...
What the hell are you doing?
Ohh...that hurt.
Why would you do that?
Oh, my God.
No! Please stop!
[Making Strangulation Sounds]
Uhh! Uh...Uhh!
What are you doing?
Oh, God, no! Please! No!
Narrator: For some reason, I thought of my first fight
with Tyler.
No!
Under and behind and inside,
everything this man took for granted...
something horrible had been growing.
Now, look.
Give me the paychecks like I asked,
and you won't ever see me again.
And right then, at our most excellent moment together...
Oh...thank God.
Please don't hit me again. Please...
Telephone, computer, fax machine,
52 weekly paychecks, and 48 airline flight coupons.
We now had corporate sponsorship.
This is how Tyler and I were able to have Fight Club
every night of the week.
[Crowd Cheering]
Now nobody was the center of Fight Club
except the 2 men fighting.
The leader walked through 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.
Yeah! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah!
There you are, sir.
Tyler dreamed up new homework assignments.
He handed them out in sealed envelopes.
Did you know there's a Fight Club
up in Delaware City?
Yeah, I heard.
[Car Alarm]
There's one in Penn's Grove, too.
Bob even found one up in Newcastle.
Yeah. Did you start that one?
No. I thought you did.
Nah.
Pff!.
[Car Alarm]
Stop for a second.
Hey, what are we doing?
Turn around.
What are we doing?
Homework assignment.
What kind of homework assignment?
Human sacrifice.
Hey, is that a gun?
Please. Please tell me that's not a gun.
It's a gun.
What are you doing?
Meet me in the back.
Hey, don't fuck around.
Meet me in the back.
Narrator: On a long enough time line,
the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
What are you doing? Come on.
Hands behind your back.
God.
Give me your wallet.
Raymond K. Hessel,
1 320 Southeast Banning, apartment A.
Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?
How did you know?
Because they give shitty basement apartments
letters instead of numbers.
Raymond...
you're going to die.
[Crying] Oh, my God, no...
Is that your mom and dad?
Mom and dad are going to have to call up
kindly Dr. So-And-So
to pick up your dental records.
You want to know why?
Because there's going to be nothing left of your face.
- Aw, come on. - [Crying]
An expired community college student I.D.
What'd you study, Raymond?
S-S-S-Stuff.
Stuff?
Were the midterms hard?
[Whimpering]
I asked you what you studied.
Biology, mostly.
Why?
I--I don't know.
What did you want to be, Raymond K. Hessel?
[Click]
The question, Raymond,
was what did you want to be?
Answer him, Raymond! Jesus!
Veterinarian! Veterinarian!
Animals.
Yeah, animal s-s-s--
Stuff. Yeah, I got that.
That means you have to get more schooling.
Too much school.
Would you rather be dead?
No...
Would you rather die, here,
on your knees,
in the back of a convenience store?
[Whimpering] No...No, please...
no...
[Releases Hammer]
I'm keeping your license.
Gonna check in on you.
I know where you live.
If you’re not on your way to becoming a veterinarian
in 6 weeks, you will be dead.
[Whimpering]
Now run on home.
Run, Forrest, run!
I feel ill.
Imagine how he feels.
Come on, this isn't funny!
That wasn't funny.
What the fuck was the point of that?
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day
of Raymond K. Hessel's life.
His breakfast will taste better
than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
Narrator: You had to give it to him.
Come on.
He had a plan.
And it started to make sense
in a Tyler sort of way.
No fear.
No distractions.
The ability to let that which does not matter
truly slide.
You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fuckin' khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
I'll be out of your way in a sec.
You don't have to go.
Whatever.
No, I mean, uh...
It's OK.
Are you still going to groups?
Yeah.
Chloe's dead.
Ah, Chloe.
When did that happen?
Do you care?
I don't know.
I haven't thought about it in a while.
Yeah, well...
I think it was a smart move on her part.
Hey, listen, uh...
what are you getting out of all this?
What?
I mean, all this.
Why do you keep...
Is this making you happy?
Yeah, well, sometimes.
I don't know. I don't understand.
Why does a weaker person
need to latch on to a strong person?
What is that?
Well, what do you get out of it?
No--It's--It's not the same thing at all.
I mean, we're...It's totally different with us.
We're--We're--
Us?
What do you mean by ''us''?
I'm sorry, do you hear this?
Hear what?
You're not hearing all that noise?
Just--Hold on a second.
No, wait. What were you saying?
Don't change the subject. I want to talk about this.
You're not talking about me, are you?
No. What?
That day you came over to my place to play doctor--
what was going on there?
What are you talking about?
Nothing. Nothing.
I don't think so.
Come on, what do you want?
- Look at me. - No. What?
Look at me.
What is that?
It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
Oh, my God.
Who did this?
A person.
Guy or girl?
What do you care if it’s a guy or a girl?
What do you care if I ask?
This is none of your business. Leave me alone.
You're afraid to say it.
I am not afraid to say. Let me go.
No! Talk to me.
- No! - Let go of me. Leave me alone.
This conversation...
is over.
I just can't win with you, can I?
Hey, this is getting a little old.
[Doorbell]
What is--What is all this?
What do you think?
Hey, why do we need bunk beds?
Hey.
Too young.
Sorry.
What's all that?
If the applicant is young, tell him he's too young.
Old, too old. Fat, too fat.
Applicant?
If the applicant then waits for 3 days
without food, shelter or encouragement,
he may then enter and begin his training.
Training for what?
You think this is a game?
You're too young to train here.
End of story. Quit wasting our time.
Get the fuck out of here.
Bad news, friend.
It's not gonna 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.
Don’t you look at me.
Do you think you’re ever getting in this house?
You're never getting in this fucking house.
Never. Now get the fuck off the porch.
Get off the porch!
Narrator: Sooner or later,
we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.
I'm gonna go inside and I'm gonna get a shovel.
You got 2 black shirts?
Sir.
2 pair of black pants?
Yes, sir.
One pair of black boots?
Sir.
2 pair of black socks?
Sir.
One black jacket?
Sir.
$300 personal burial money?
Yes, sir.
All right.
[Snickers]
You're too old, fat man.
Your tits are too big.
Get the fuck off my porch.
Bob. Bob.
Like a monkey
ready to be shot into space.
Space monkey.
Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
You are too fucking old, fatty!
And you.
You're too fucking...
blond!
Get out of here, the both of you!
[Door Slams]
Narrator: And so it went.
Tyler: Listen up, maggots.
You are not special.
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter
as everything else.
Narrator: Tyler built himself an army.
Tyler: We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
Narrator: Why was Tyler Durden building an army?
To what purpose?
For what greater good?
In Tyler we trusted.
No, when he was like, ''You are not your job,'' I was like...
Yeah!
Hey, what's all this?
[Laughing]
OK!
Go on in and celebrate.
What are we celebrating?
Go on.
[TV Playing]
Hey.
Let me get that for you.
[Belches]
Investigators are on the scene right now.
Hold on. Police Commissioner Jacobs has just arrived.
Commissioner, Commissioner, could you please tell us
what you think has happened here?
We believe this is one of many
recent acts of vandalism around the city
somehow related to underground boxing clubs.
We'll be coordinating a rigorous investigation.
That was Police Commissioner Jacobs, who just arrived
on the scene here of a 4-alarm fire
that broke out about an hour ago.
She's hot.
Live from the Parker Morris Building,
Lauren Sanchez. Back to you in the studio.
- [Laughter] - Yeah!
- Ha ha ha ha! - Yeah.
Holy shit.
Yeah!
[News Anchor Narrating Footage]
- Yeah! - Ha ha ha!
Hoo hoo hoo!
What the fuck did you guys do?
News Anchor: ...how the blaze started,
but arson investigators are on the premises...
[Laughing]
Sir, the first rule of Project Mayhem
is you do not ask questions, sir.
The victory in the war against crime
will not come overnight.
It will take dedication and commitment,
and most of all, cooperation.
The streets are safer now.
There is hope in the inner city.
However, this is only the beginning.
I gotta take a piss.
These are the first steps
in a long journey.
That is why we have created Project Hope...
Bob.
'' Helping others with prevention and enforcement.''
Project Hope will be a joint effort
between the police and community leaders.
It will be a powerful new weapon
in the war against crime.
[Applause]
[Strangled Scream]
Haahhhh!
Wrap it around the top of his hacky sack, Bob.
Yeah. His balls are ice cold.
Hi.
You're gonna call off your rigorous investigation.
You're gonna publicly state
that there is no underground group, or...
these guys are gonna take your balls.
They're gonna send one to the New York Times,
one to the L.A. Times press release style.
Look...
the people you are 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.
[Muffled Screaming]
Fooled ya.
[Rumbling]
[Dialogue Drowned Out By Noise]
Bob, you're on this one.
Let's go.
Narrator: I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.
Hey!
[Shouting]
Yeah!
[Shouting]
Narrator: I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes
of every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species.
I wanted to open the dump valves
on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches
I'd never see.
I wanted to breathe smoke.
Where'd you go, psycho boy?
I felt like destroying something beautiful.
[Gagging]
Get him to a fuckin' hospital.
Yeah.
Don't worry, Mr. Durden.
Airport parking, long term.
After you, Mr. Durden.
After you.
Something on your mind, dear?
No.
All right, yeah.
Why wasn’t I told about Project Mayhem?
[Together] First rule of Project Mayhem
is you do not ask questions.
What are you talking about?
Why didn’t you include me in the beginning?
Fight Club was the beginning.
Now it's moved out of the basement,
it's called Project Mayhem.
You and I started Fight Club together.
Do you remember that?
It's as much mine as it is yours, you know.
Is this about you and me?
Yeah. I thought we were doing this together.
You're missing the point.
This does not belong to us.
We are not special.
Fuck that. You should've told me.
Hey, Tyler!
[Horn Honking]
Goddamn it, Tyler!
What do you want?! Statement of purpose?
Should I e-mail you?
Should I put this on your action item list?
You decide your own level of involvement!
I will! I want to know certain things first.
The first rule of Project Mayhem--
Shut up!
I want to know what you’re thinking.
Fuck what you know.
You need to forget about what you know.
That's your problem.
Forget about what you think you know
about life, about friendship,
and especially about you and me.
What?
What is that supposed to mean? What...
What are you doing?
Guys, what do you wish you'd done before you die?
Paint a self-portrait.
Build a house.
And you?
I don't know. Get in the right lane.
I have to know the answer to this question.
If you were to die right now,
how would you feel about your life?
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! - Not good enough.
- [Honking] - Stop fucking around!
Tyler!
[Honking]
Jesus Christ!
Goddamn it!
Fuck you!
Fuck Fight Club.
Fuck Marla. I'm sick of all your shit.
OK.
Quit screwing around. Take the wheel.
Look at you.
Take the wheel!
Look at you! You're fuckin' pathetic!
Why? Why? What are you talking about?
Why do you think I blew up your condo?
What?
Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat.
It's not a goddamn seminar.
Stop trying to control everything
and just let go.
Let go!
All right. Fine.
Fine.
Narrator: I'd never been in a car accident.
This must have been what all those people felt like
before I filed them as statistics in my reports.
Goddamn.
Huh?
Ha ha ha ha ha hahh!
We just had a near-life experience.
In the world I see,
you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forest,
around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.
You'll wear leather clothes
that will last you the rest of your life.
You'll climb the vines that wrap the Sears Tower.
And when you look down,
you'll see tiny figures pounding corn,
laying strips of venison on the empty carpool lane
of some abandoned superhighway.
Feel better, champ.
[Door Closes]
Narrator: And then...
Tyler?
Tyler was gone.
Was I asleep?
Had I slept?
You are not a beautiful
unique snowflake, do you understand me?
Narrator: The house had become a living thing,
wet inside from so many people
sweating and breathing.
We are all from the same compost.
So many people moving, the house moved.
Planet Tyler.
I had to hug the walls.
Trapped inside this clockwork of space monkeys.
You can't be smoking in here.
Do you know how much ether we have in this fucking house?
Cooking, working, and sleeping in teams.
Hang on a second.
It's under control, sir.
Where is Tyler?
Sir, the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not--
Right, uh...OK.
I'm all alone.
My father dumped me.
Tyler dumped me.
I am Jack’s broken heart.
What comes next in Project Mayhem,
only Tyler knows.
The second rule is you do not ask questions.
Get the fuck away from me.
Get the fuck away from me!
Who are all these people?
Paper Street Soap Company.
Can I come in?
He's not here.
What?
Tyler isn't here.
Tyler went away.
Tyler's gone.
[Shouting]
Lay him down!
Gunshot wounds comin' through!
Clear some fucking room!
What happened?! What happened?!
We were on assignment. We were supposed to kill
2 birds with one stone.
Destroy a piece of corporate art...
Operation Latte Thunder, go.
and trash a franchise coffee bar.
We had it all worked out, sir.
It went smooth until...
Police! Freeze!
Until what?
They shot Bob.
They shot him in the head.
Those fuckin' pigs!
- Ohh! - Ohh!
- Oh, God. - Son of a--
Those motherfuckers!
You morons.
You're running around in ski masks,
trying to blow things up.
What did you think was gonna happen?!
OK, quick,
we gotta get rid of the evidence.
We gotta get rid of this body!
Bury him.
What?
Take him to the garden
and bury him.
Come on, people!
Let's go!
Hey, get the fuck off!.
Get away from him!
What are you talking about?
This isn't a fucking piece of evidence,
this is a person!
He's a friend of mine,
and you're not gonna bury him
in the fucking garden.
He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir.
This is Bob.
But sir, in--in Project Mayhem
we have no names.
No, you listen to me.
This is a man, and he has a name.
And it's Robert Paulson, OK?
Robert Paulson?
He's a man and he's dead now
because of us, all right?
Do you understand that?
I understand.
In death,
a member of Project Mayhem
has a name.
His name is Robert Paulson.
Come on, guys, please, stop it.
His name is Robert Paulson.
[Chanting] His name is Robert Paulson.
Shut up!
This is all over with!
[Chanting] His name is Robert Paulson.
His name is Robert Paulson.
His name is Robert Paulson...
[Telephone Rings]
Tyler?
No, this is Detective Stern
at the Arson Unit.
I need to see you in my office--
I went to all the cities
on Tyler's used ticket stubs,
barhopping.
I didn't know how or why,
but I could look at 50 different bars
and somehow I just knew.
I'm looking for Tyler Durden.
It's very important that I talk to him.
I wish I could help you.
Sir.
Every city I went to...
as soon as I set foot off the plane,
I knew a Fight Club was close.
Hey! Hey!
Taxi!
Look at my face. I'm a member.
Now, I just need to know
if you’ve seen Tyler.
I'm not exposed to...
speak any such information to you,
nor would I, even if I had said information
you want at this Juncture, be able.
You're a moron.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Tyler had been busy.
Setting up franchises all over the country.
Was I asleep?
[Crowd Fighting]
Had I slept?
Is Tyler my bad dream,
or am I Tyler's?
Man: We’ve just heard the stories.
What kind of stories?
Like, nobody knows what he looks like.
He has facial
reconstructive surgery
every 3 years.
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Is it true about Fight Club in Miami?
Is Mr. Durden building an army?
I was living in a state
of perpetual déjà vu.
Everywhere I went,
I felt I'd already been there.
It was like following an invisible man.
The smell of dried blood,
dirty, bare footprints circling each other,
that aroma of old sweat, like fried chicken.
The feel of a floor still warm
from the fight the night before.
I was always just one step behind Tyler.
[Voices Murmuring]
Men: His name is Robert Paulson.
His name is Robert Paulson.
His--
Welcome back, sir.
How have you been?
Do you know me?
Is this a test, sir?
No, this is not a test.
You were in here last Thursday.
Thursday?
You were standing
exactly where you are now,
asking how good security is.
It's tight as a drum, sir.
Who do you think I am?
Are you sure this isn't a test?
No, this is not a test.
You're Mr. Durden.
You're the one who gave me this.
Please return your seat backs
to their full, upright and locked position.
[Telephone Rings]
[Rings]
Yeah?
Marla, it's me.
Have we ever done it?
Done what?
Have we ever had sex?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Is it stupid because the answer's yes,
or because the answer's no?
Is this a trick?
No, Marla, I need to know--
You mean you want to know if think
we were just having sex or making love?
We did make love.
Is that what you're calling it?
Just answer the question,
Marla, please!
Did we do it or not?
You fuck me, then snub me.
You love me, you hate me.
You show me a sensitive side,
then you turn into a total asshole.
Is that a pretty accurate description
of our relationship, Tyler?
We have just lost cabin pressure.
What did you Just say?
What is wrong with you?
What did you call me? Say my name!
Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden,
you fucking freak. What's going on?
I'm coming over.
No, wait, Marla, I'm not there--
[Dial Tone]
You broke your promise.
Jesus, Tyler.
You fuckin' talked to her about me.
Tyler, what the fuck is going on here?
I asked you for one thing,
one simple thing.
Why do people think that I'm you?
Answer me!
Sit.
Now answer me.
Why do people think that I'm you?
I think you know.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Uh...I... I don't know.
You got it.
No.
Do not fuck with us.
Say it.
Because...
Say it.
Because we're the same person.
That's right.
We are the all-singing, all dancing--
I don't understand this.
You were looking for a way
to change your life.
You could not do this on your own.
All the ways you wish you could be,
that's me.
I look like you wanna look,
I fuck like you wanna fuck,
I am smart, capable,
and most importantly, I am free
in all the ways that you are not.
Oh, no.
Tyler's not here.
Tyler went away.
- Tyler's gone. - What?
This is impossible.
- No. - This is crazy.
People do it every day.
They talk to themselves.
They see themselves as they'd like to be.
They don't have the courage you have,
to just run with it.
Naturally, you're still wrestling with it,
so sometimes you're still you.
We should do this again sometime.
Other times, you imagine yourself watching me.
If this is your first night at Fight Club,
you have to fight.
Little by little,
you’re just letting yourself become...
Tyler Durden.
You are not your job,
or how much money you have in the bank!
No, you have a house.
Rented in your name.
You have jobs, you have a whole life.
You have night jobs because you can't sleep.
Or you stay up and make soap.
Marla--You're fucking Marla, Tyler.
Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla.
But it's all the same to her.
Oh, my God.
Now you see our dilemma.
She knows too much.
I think we’re going to have to talk
about how this might compromise our goals.
Wh--What are you saying?
This is-- This is bullshit.
I'm not listening to this.
You are insane.
No, you're insane.
And we simply do not have time for this crap.
It's called a changeover.
The movie goes on,
and nobody in the audience
has any idea.
Woman: Sir!
Are you checking out?
Yeah, uh, b-bill me.
I need you to initial this list
of phone calls, please.
When were these made?
It says right there, sir,
between 2:00 and 3:30 this morning.
No, I w--
Have I been going to bed
earlier every night?
Have I been sleeping later?
Have I been Tyler longer and longer?
Is anybody here?
Déjà vu all over again.
Yeah, with enough soap,
we could blow up Just about anything.
Oh, my God.
Man On Telephone: 1 888.
I'm sorry, who am I calling?
1 888 Franklin. This is Maintenance.
Hello?
1 888 Franklin Street?
Yes. Can I help you?
Hello?
Yeah, yeah.
Uh, I need to talk to your supervisor
right away.
Speaking.
OK, listen to me.
I think something really terrible
is about to happen at your building.
You have got--
It's under control, sir.
Excuse me?
Don't worry about us, sir.
We're solid.
Man On Telephone: 21 60.
Marla! Marla!
Hey--Fuck!--Wait!
Wait, I gotta talk to you!
Marla, Marla!
Your whacked-out bald freaks
hit me with a fucking broom!
They almost broke my arm!
They were burning their fingertips with lye,
the stink was unbelievable.
Look--Look, listen,
it's gonna take a tremendous act
of faith on your part,
but you’ve got to hear me out.
Oh, here comes an avalanche of bullshit.
A little more faith than that.
No, listen, I don't want to hear
anything you have to say.
You have every right to be...
Um, I'll just have a coffee, thanks.
Sir, anything you order is free of charge, sir.
Why is it free of charge?
Don't--Don't ask.
Whatever.
I'll have the clam chowder, the fried chicken
with the baked potato with everything,
and a chocolate chiffon pie.
Clean food, please.
In that case, sir, may I advise against
the lady eating the clam chowder?
No clam chowder, thank you.
You've got about 30 seconds.
Marla, I know that I've been acting
very, very strange.
OK, I know that it's got to seem
like there's 2 sides to me--
2 sides?
You're Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Jackass.
I deserve that, but--
I've come to realize something
very, very important.
What?
The full extent of our relationship
wasn't really clear to me up until now,
for reasons I'm not going to go into,
but the important thing is, I know
that I haven't been treating you so nice.
Yeah, whatever.
No, no-- 1 5 seconds.
1 5 seconds, please, please.
1 5 seconds, don't open your mouth.
I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry.
Because what I've come to realize
is that I really like you, Marla.
You do?
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.
What?
You need to leave town for a while.
Get out of any major city
and just go camping or something.
You're an insane person.
No, no, I've involved you
in something terrible that's about to happen.
No. Shut up,
shut up!
Listen, I tried, Tyler.
I really tried.
I know you did.
There are things about you 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.
I know, and I'm sorry.
Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry,
everyone's sorry. But...
I can't do this anymore.
I can't.
And I won't.
I'm gone.
You can't leave, Marla,
you're not safe!
No! Leave me alone!
Marla, I'm trying to protect you.
I don't ever want to see you again!
That's fine, if that's what it takes...
You wait. Wait right here.
[Brakes Squealing]
Hold it right there.
- [Honking] - Shut up!
Shut up!
Take this money and get on this bus.
And I promise you
I will never bother you again
if that’s what you want.
- [Honks] - Shut up!
Please get on the bus.
Please get on the bus!
Why are you doing this?
Because they think you’re some kind of a threat.
I--I can't explain it right now,
Just trust me.
If I see where you’re going,
you will not be safe.
I'm not paying this back.
I consider it asshole tax.
That's fine. Remember, stay out of major cities
for at least a couple of days, OK?
Tyler.
You're the worst thing
that ever happened to me.
[Honking]
Hello.
I need you to arrest me.
I am the leader of a terrorist organization
responsible for numerous acts of vandalism,
and assault all over this city.
...in the metropolitan area,
with probably a couple hundred members.
Chapters have sprung up
in 5 or 6 other major cities already.
This is a tightly regimented organization,
with many cells capable of operating
completely independent of central leadership.
Look, look, go to that house, OK?
1 537 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're gonna find some bathtubs
that have been 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 T.R.W. building.
Why these buildings?
Why credit card companies?
If you erase the debt record,
then we all go back to zero.
It'll create total chaos.
Keep him talking.
I need to make a phone call.
I really admire what you’re doing.
What?
You're a brave man to order this.
You're a genius, sir.
You said, if anyone ever interferes
with Project Mayhem-- even you--
we gotta get his balls.
It's useless to fight.
This is really a powerful gesture,
Mr. Durden.
It'll set quite an example.
You're making a big mistake, fellas.
You said you'd say that.
I'm not Tyler Durden!
You told us you'd say that, too.
All right, I am Tyler Durden.
Listen to me,
I'm giving you a direct order.
We are aborting this mission, right now.
You said you would definitely say that.
Are you fucking out of your minds?
You're police officers!
Somebody timing this?
No! No!
Keep your mouth shut!
[Knock On Door]
Shit.
Yeah?
Hey, you know, some of this information
checks out.
Let's go over to that house
on Paper Street.
Be right there.
[Door Closes]
Hey! Wait!
I got him.
Sir, we have to do this, sir.
Stop fighting.
Where's the rubber band?
Get away from me!
Drop that fucking knife!
Drop it!
Back up.
Face down on the floor,
both of you, right now!
Get down on the floor!
First person comes out this fucking door
gets a--gets a lead salad, you understand?
[Horns Blaring]
Get away! Get away!
I ran.
I ran until my muscles burned
and my veins pumped battery acid.
Then I ran some more.
What the fuck are you doing?
Running around in your underpants.
Man, you look like a crazy person.
No, I'm onto you.
I know what's going on here.
Well come on, then.
I got us a great place to watch from.
[Grunting]
It'll be like pay-per-view.
Oh, Christ.
Now what are you doing?
I'm stopping this.
Why? Greatest thing you've ever done, man.
No, I can't let this happen.
You know there are 1 0 other bombs
in 1 0 other buildings.
God damn it, since when is Project Mayhem
about murder?
The buildings are empty.
Security and maintenance, all our people.
We're not killing anyone, man,
we're setting 'em free.
Bob is dead.
They shot him in the head.
You wanna make an omelet,
you gotta break some eggs.
No, I'm not listening to you.
You're not even there.
Wouldn't do that.
Not unless I knew which wires were what.
If you know, then I know.
Or...
maybe I knew you'd know,
so I spent the whole day
thinking about the wrong ones.
You think?
Oh, heavens no, not the green one.
Pull any one but the green one.
I asked you not to do that!
Tyler, get away from the van.
Tyler, I'm not kidding!
Get away from the van!
God damn it!
Whoa!
OK, you are now firing a gun
at your imaginary friend
near 400 gallons of nitroglycerin!
Look, Tyler, Tyler!
Ahh!
Aw, come on.
Don't go.
What?!
3 minutes.
This is it.
The beginning.
Ground zero.
I think this is about where we came in.
Would you like to say a few words
to mark the occasion?
[Mumbling]
I'm sorry?
I still can't think of anything.
Ah, flashback humor.
It's getting exciting now.
2 and 1 /2.
Think of everything
we've accomplished, man.
Out these windows, we will view
the collapse of financial history.
One step closer to economic equilibrium.
Why is she here?
Tying up loose ends.
Marla: Put me down, you bald-headed fucks!
I'm begging you,
please don't do this.
I'm not doing this.
We are doing this.
This is what we want.
No, I don't want this.
Right, except you is meaningless now.
We have to forget about you.
Jesus, you're a voice in my head.
You're a voice in mine.
You're a fucking hallucination,
why can't I get rid of you?
You need me.
No, I don't, I really don't anymore.
Hey, you created me.
I didn't create some loser alter ego
to make myself feel better.
Take some responsibility.
I do.
I am responsible for all of it,
and I accept that.
So please, I'm begging you,
please call this off.
Have I ever let us down?
How far have 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 will thank me.
Tyler.
Tyler, I'm grateful to you
for everything
that you’ve done for me.
But this is too much.
I don't want this.
What do you want?!
Want to go back to the shitjob,
fucking condo world, watching sitcoms?
Fuckyou. I won't do it.
Oh, God, this can't be happening.
It's already done, so shut up.
60 seconds.
Can you see alright?
I can figure this out.
I can figure this out, this isn't even real.
You're not real, that gun isn't--
That gun isn't even in your hand.
The gun's in my hand.
Hey, good for you. Doesn't change a thing.
Why do you want to put a gun to your head?
Not my head, Tyler.
Our head.
Interesting.
Where are you going with this, I KEA boy?
Hey, it's you and me.
Friends.
Tyler...
I want you to really listen to me.
OK.
My eyes are open.
What's that smell?
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Where is everybody?
I don't know, what's goin' on?
Mr. Durden!
Oh, my God.
Sir?
Are you, uh...
Are you alright, sir?
Oh, yeah, I'm OK.
You look terrible, sir.
What happened?
Oh, nothing. It's no problem.
Oh, no, no, sir, he's not kidding.
You look really awful.
You need medical assistance.
- I'm fine. - Ugh.
Look, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.
[Marla Shouting]
Let--Let her go.
Christ almighty!
You!
Hi, Marla.
Leave her with me,
get your stuff,
I'll meet you downstairs.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
You fucker!
What kind of sick fucking game
are you playing now,
putting me on a fucking bu--
Oh, my God, your face!
Yeah, I know.
What happened?
Don't ask.
You're shot.
Yes, I'm shot.
Oh, my God.
I can't believe he's standing.
One tough motherfucker.
Who did this?
I did, actually.
Find some gauze.
You shot yourself?
Yes, but it's OK.
Marla, look at me.
I'm really OK.
Trust me.
Everything's gonna be fine.
You met me at a very strange time
in my life.
§With your feet on the air§
§And your head on the ground §
§Try this trick and spin it, yeah §
§Your head'll collapse §
§ If there's nothing in it §
§And you'll ask yourself§
§Where is my mind? §
§Way out in the water, see it swimming §
§ I was swimming in the Caribbean §
§Animals were hiding behind the rock§
§ Except for little fish §
§When they told me east is west §
§Trying to talk to me, coy koi §
§Where is my mind? §
§Way out in the water, see it swimming §
§With your feet on the air§
§And your head on the ground §
§Try this trick and spin it, yeah §
§Your head'll collapse ifthere's nothing in it §
§And you'll askyourself§
§Where is my mind? §
§Way out in the water, see it swimming §