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

T: Something on your mind?

J: No.

Tyler shrugs; turns on the RADIO, ignores Jack.

J: Why wasn't I told about "Project Mayhem?"

T: What should I have told you?

J: Why wasn't I involved from the beginning? You and I started fight club together.

T: Fight club was the beginning. Now it's out of the basements and there's a name for it -- Project Mayhem.

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

J: This is as much mine as yours.

T: Is this a needlepoint club? Is it about you and me?

J: You know what I mean.

T: What do you want? A statement of purpose... ?

J: Look...

T: Should I E-mail you? Should I put this on your "action item list?"

J: I want to know --

T: What do you want to know about Project Mayhem?

RICKY AND MECHANIC: (together) The first rule of Project Mayhem --

J: (to Ricky and Mechanic) Shut up!! (to Tyler) I want to know what's going on.

Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane, accelerates... Opposing HEADLIGHTS get closer fast...

T: This does not belong to us. We are not the leaders. We are not special.

J: What are you doing?!

T: We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap...

J: Tyler...

Tyler steers back into the proper lane. The other CAR flies past, HORN SOUNDING...

J: What the hell ... ?!

T: You choose your level of involvement. I won't make decisions for you.

J: I'm not asking you to.

T: You're asking questions that don't have answers. You know just as much about Project Mayhem as anybody else.

J: I don't think that's true.

Tyler again steers into the oncoming lane, speeding up. Through the windshield: oncoming headlights -- a TRUCK.

J: Tyler... what is this... !

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

T: What will you wish you'd done before you died?

RICKY: Paint a self-portrait.

MECHANIC: Build a house.

T: (to Jack) And you?

J: I don't know! Nothing!

T: If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?

J: I would feel nothing about my life? Is that what you want to hear?!

The oncoming truck HONKS and FLASHES its LIGHTS. It moves to the other side of the road. Tyler steers there, too.

T: I want to hear the truth.

J: Fuck my life. Fuck fight club. Fuck you and fuck Marla. I'm sick of this. How's that?

T: Why do you think I blew up your condo?

J: What?

T: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat! It's not a seminar! You have to forget everything you know, everything you think you know -- about life, about friendship, about you and me.

Nearing impact with the oncoming truck, Tyler takes his hands off the wheel -- Jack keeps his grip, turns the wheel... the car swerves...

The truck ROARS past, spraying water, HORN BLASTING.

Tyler looks at Jack, his hands in the air. Jack looks at Tyler with dead eyes.

J: Okay, okay... fine...

Jack takes his hands off the wheel, holds them in the air. Tyler studies Jack face, impressed. Tyler makes no move to take the wheel.

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 light of the flares. Tyler smiles.

They SMASH into the stalled car -- AIRBAGS INFLATE! The back of their car whips around and carries it into a ass-over-tea-kettle ROLL down a hill...

J(v): 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.

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. Ricky and the Mechanic climb out the broken rear window. Tyler sits beside the stunned, wounded Jack.

T: We just had a near-life experience.

INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack lies in bed, traumatized, eyes empty, staring at the ceiling. Tyler sits in a nearby chair.

T: 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- thick 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, gives Jack's head a pat.

T: (leaving) Feel better, champ.

INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Jack sits at the table, sips coffee. He's pale, dazed, seems broken. He hears the faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING, unsure of where it's coming from.

Marla walks into the kitchen and goes straight to the counter. Her back is to Jack as he looks at her. She pours ccffee and lights a cigarette. A beat of silence, then:

M: I'll be out of your way in a sec.

She seems to be as weak as Jack.

J: You... don't have to... leave.

M: Whatever.

J: Really... I mean it. (pause) Have you been going to your groups?

M: Chloe's dead.

J: When?

M: Do you care?

J: I don't know.

M: It was the smart move on her part.

Marla turns to face Jack, a grim expression on her face. There's a BRUISE on her ARM. Jack gets up, moves closer.

J: Why are we both... caught up like this... with... ?

J(v): I came so close to saying Tyler's name, I could feel it vibrate inside my mouth.

Marla looks a him, waiting.

J: I don't understand. Why does a weak person have to go out and find a strong person... to hang onto?

M: What do you get out of it?

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

J: You hear that?

M: Hear what?

J: That... sawing and hammering.

M: Have we been talking too long? Must we change the subject?

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

T: (harsh whisper) You're not talking about me, are you?

Jack reacts, turns back to Marla.

J: (to Marla and Tyler) No.

M: That day you came over to my place to play doctor... what was going on there?

T: (still a whisper) What are you talking about?

J: (to Marla and Tyler) Nothing.

M: Nothing? I don't think so.

T: (whisper) This conversation...

J: This conversation...

T: ... is over.

J: ... is over.

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

M: What is this? Who did this?

J: ... A person.

M: Guy or girl?

J: Why would you ask if it's a guy or a girl?!

M: Why would you get bent if I asked?

J: Let go of me... (pulls his hand free) Leave me alone.

M: You're afraid to say.

Marla backs away, closes her eyes, struggling with frustration. She leaves out the back door, not looking back.

Jack leans against the wall. After a moment, he opens the basement door, heads downstairs...

INT. BASEMENT STAIRCASE

Tyler walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down...

INT. BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into the space.

J: (calling upstairs) Tyler... ? What's this for?

From upstairs, the SOUND of the DOORBELL.

INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jack opens the door. Ricky 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.

J: Um... what can I do for you, Ricky?

Tyler steps up beside Jack, looks Ricky over.

T: You're too young. Sorry.

J: Wait a minute...

Tyler comes back inside, shuts the door.

J: "Too young?"

T: If the applicant is young, we tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.

J: "Applicant?"

T: If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he can enter and begin training.

J: "Training?" Tyler...

EXT. PORCH - MOMENTS LATER

Jack comes out, walks around Ricky, hands in his pockets, unsure. Tyler watches, nods for Jack to go ahead.

J: Uh, look. You're too... young to... train here. You should probably be on you way.

No response from Ricky, who remains at attention. Jack goes back inside. Tyler closes the door.

EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

Ricky remains at attention. Jack bursts out with a BROOM, knocks the brown bag out of Ricky's hand, kicks it away.

J: Are you deaf?! I told you to leave! You will never get inside this house!

EXT. PORCH - MORNING

Ricky's still there. Tyler comes out, friendly.

T: Look, friend, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. You're trespassing and I will call the police. Nothing personal.

EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

Ricky, same spot. Jack bursts outside with the broom again.

J: You're never getting through this door, you stupid little weasel! Look at me when I talk to you... !

He WHACKS Ricky in the shoulder with the broom.

J: What is your major malfunction!?

INT. JACK'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

At the window, Tyler sips coffee, watches this scene on the PORCH below.

J(v): Sooner or later, we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.

EXT. PORCH - MORNING

Ricky's there. Bob is now next to him, in black, with a paper bag in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stays in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Ricky answers "Sir!" --

T: You have two black shirts? Two pair black trousers? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black coat? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Go inside.

Ricky goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.

T: You're too old. Sorry. And, you're too fat. Nice seeing you.

Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler looks at Jack and rolls his eyes. Jack follows Bob...

J: Bob... Bob, wait... (leading Bob back) Let me explain this to you...

EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT

CRICKETS CHIRP. Bob stands at at rigid attention.

INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT

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

T: A monkey, ready to be shot into space. A Space Monkey, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem.

From here on, all those with shaved heads: "SPACE MONKEYS."

EXT. PORCH - DAY

Jack looks out the window. Bob stands motionless. There's another "applicant," a SHORT GUY, beside Bob. Ricky comes out the front door with the BROOM...

RICKY: (to Bob) You're too fucking old, fatty! We don't want your kind here! (to short guy) You're too short. Go away, stumpy! Go back to the circus!

Ricky HITS them with the broom, then goes in, SLAMS THE DOOR.

J(v): So it went...

EXT. BACKYARD - DAY

Tyler works with a HALF DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS, 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.

J(v): Tyler built his army.

IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW, Jack watches...

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Jack keeps watching out the window, eats toast.

J(v): To what purpose, might one ask? Well, one might ask, if not for the first rule of Project Mayhem.

Jack turns to look around the kitchen. THREE SPACE MONKEYS work -- one SCRUBBING the FLOOR, one WASHING DISHES, one SCRUBBING the walls. Jack walks out.

J(v): In Tyler We Trust.

INT. JACK'S ROOM - DAY

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

J(v): And, then...

INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY

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

J: Tyler...

The room is empty. Jack stares.

J(v): He was gone.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

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

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

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. On the wall is a big bulletin board with HUNDREDS of DRIVER's LICENSES; a sign above it: "HUMAN SACRIFICES."

FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY: "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap."

J(v): Planet Tyler.

Jack dips a spoon into the rice, chomps on it irritatingly.

FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY: "We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA.

J(v): I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams.

INT. READING ROOM - NIGHT

Jack enters, vodka in hand. TEN SPACE MONKEYS here, reading.

J(v): The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.

Jack walks out.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Jack enters. Angel Face reads a book, marks on a chart. Space Monkeys shuffle PAPERS and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with a STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief," "Disinformation," "Arson."

Jack's eye lingers on "Arson." He starts flipping through a file. Angel Face comes to take the file from him.

ANGEL FACE: That wouldn't interest you.

J: Where's Tyler?

ANGEL FACE: The first rule of Project --

J: Right, right.

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

EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT

Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the BACKGROUND, a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. It's a ritual; no words. Other Space Monkeys tend the garden.

J(v): I'm all alone. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

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

J: Get away from me!

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

Jack turns, sees Marla with an overnight bag.

J: The Paper Street Soap Company.

M: Can I come in?

J: He's not here.

M: What?

J: He's not here! Tyler's not here anymore! He's gone away!

Marla stares at Jack, miserable. A tear runs down her cheek. 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. Ricky crawls, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the LEG. Space Monkeys begin a rudimentary job of treating the wound. Other Space Monkeys carry in a DEAD BODY in BLACK CLOTHES and SKI MASK, putting it on the table.

J: What's going on?

Space Monkeys stare at the body. The Mechanic, sweating, gets to his knees and pulls the ski mask off the corpse -- it's BOB, with a gunshot wound to the HEAD.

J: Bob... oh, Christ...

Jack pushes past a Space Monkey, stares down, stricken...

J: What... what happened... ?

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:

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

MECHANIC (V.O.): A piece of corporate art...

The GLOBE ROLLS downhill, to the street -- rolling over one parked LUXURY CAR after another, crunching car roofs and causing windows to explode...

MECHANIC (V.O.): ... and trash a trendy coffee bar.

Then, 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-pats...

EXT. PARK - AERIAL VIEW - (FLASHBACK CONTINUOUS)

Bob, the Mechanic and Ricky FLEE, LAUGHING at their handiwork. They split up, running O.S.

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

HARSH VOICE: Police! Freeze!

O.S. SOUNDS of GUNSHOTS and FLASHES of MUZZLE FIRE.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT - (RESUMING)

The Mechanic looks up from Bob's corpse.

MECHANIC: They shot Bob... they shot him in the head. Those fuckers...

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

ANOTHER SPACE MONKEY: We gotta do something.

RICKY: 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.

J: What... ?

ANGEL FACE: The garden. Take him there. Move, people. Let's do this!

Several Space Monkeys gather around Bob's body.

J: No... !

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

J: Get your hands off him! Get off...! What the hell do you think you're doing... ? Evidence?! This is a man... ! You killed him!

ANGEL FACE: He was killed in action.

J: No! Look at you! You're... you're running around in ski masks, exploding things...

ANGEL FACE: He was killed serving Project Mayhem.

RICKY: It's what he would have wanted, sir.

J: What he wanted? Look... look at him. Look at him! What does he want? (wipes tears, points at Bob) This is a person. This is not a cog in your machine...

RICKY: But, this is Project Mayhem.

J: No, no. This is a man -- this man has a name...

RICKY: But, in Project Mayhem, we have no names.

J: No! Wrong! This man's name is Robert Paulson.

RICKY: Robert Paulson?

J: Robert Paulson is dead. He's dead, because of you...

MECHANIC: I understand.

Everyone just stares at Jack.

MECHANIC: In death, a member of Project Mayhem has a name.

J: No -- !

MECHANIC: His name is Robert Paulson.

RICKY: His name is Robert Paulson!

J: No!

ALL SPACE MONKEYS: His name is Robert Paulson!

J: Stop that -- !

ALL SPACE MONKEYS: (louder) His name is Robert Paulson! His name is Robert Paulson...

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 the flight information, including the destination cities. The PHONE RINGS. Jack answers it...

J: Tyler?

Det. STERN'S VOICE: (from phone) This is Detective Stern of the arson unit. I'd like to see you in my office tomorrow morning...

Jack, in a panic, HANGS UP.

INSERT - AN AIRPLANE TAKES OFF...
INT. PLANE CABIN - DAY

Jack sits stiffly in a seat.

J(v): I went to the cities on Tyler's used tickets stubs.

INSERT - A SIGN: "LA GUARDIA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT"
EXT. AIRPORT - NIGHT

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

J(v): In every city, I branched out from the airport to downtown, bar- hopping...

INT. TAXI - IN MOTION, MID-CITY - NIGHT

Jack's looks out the window, intently watching buildings.

J(v): I didn't know how or why, but I could look at fifty different bars, and somehow I just knew...

J: (to driver, points) Here. Let me out, right here...

INT. BAR - NIGHT

Jack enters. He sees several MALE PATRONS with FIGHT BRUISES. Jack moves to the bar. The BARTENDER has a broken arm and swollen face.

J: I'm looking for Tyler Durden.

BARTENDER: Never heard of him.

J: This is an emergency. It's important I find him.

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

The bartender WINKS at Jack.

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - ATLANTA SKYLINE - NIGHT

J(v): Every city I went to...

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - CHICAGO SKYLINE - DAY

J(v): ...as soon as I set foot off the plane...

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - DALLAS SKYLINE - NIGHT

J(v): ...I knew fight club was close.

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL - NIGHT

Jack RUNS through the airport, lugging his suitcase.

J(v): Tyler was setting up franchises, all over the country.

INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY

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

J: I need to know where Tyler is. Can't you help me?

BANDAGED PROPRIETOR: Sir, you're disturbing the other patrons with your laudish behavior.

J: (pointing) There's no one else here.

BANDAGED PROPRIETOR: I'm sorry, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

J: Look at my face. I'm a member. I just need to know if you've seen Tyler Durden.

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 looks around, incredibly frustrated.

J: You are a moron.

BANDAGED PROPRIETOR: I'm afraid I have to insist you leave.

Jack gives up, shoves his way out the door.

INT. CITY BUS - DAY

Jack sits on the bus, looking out the window. The bus stops.

J(v): Under and behind and inside everything I took for granted, something horrible had been growing.

OUT THE WINDOW, a CONSTRUCTION WORKER with a BROKEN NOSE works a jackhammer. He stops, wipes his brow.

INT. SPORTS BAR - DAY

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

BRUISED PATRON #1: No one's ever seen him. No one knows what he looks like.

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

J: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

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

BRUISED PATRON 12: Is Mr. Durden building an army?

J(v): Am I asleep... ?

INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT

Jack sits awake. Everyone around him is asleep.

J(v): Have I slept? I'm not sure if Tyler is my bad dream or if I'm Tyler's.

EXT. MID-TOWN STREETS - DAY

Jack steps off the sidewalk, hailing a TAXI...

EXT. CITY ALLEY - DAY

The alleyway's deserted. Jack heaft to rusty CELLAR DOORS. He opens the doors, looks around, heads down stairs...

J(v): I was living in a state of perpetual deja vu.

INT. DANK BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

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

J(v): Everywhere I went, I felt I had already been there.

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

INSERT - AERIAL VIEW - PHOENIX SKYLINE - DAY
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...

MAN'S VOICE (O.S.): (from behind Jack) Welcome back, sir.

Jack whirls, startled -- facing the wounded BARTENDER, who wears a NECK BRACE, his nose a smashed eggplant.

WOUNDED BARTENDER: How have you been?

J: ... You know me?

WOUNDED BARTENDER: Is this a test, sir?

J: Yes... it's a test.

WOUNDED BARTENDER: You were in here last Thursday night.

J: What?

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

J: Who do you think I am?

WOUNDED BARTENDER: Is this part of the test?

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

WOUNDED BARTENDER: You're the one who did this to me. You're Mr. Durden, sir. Tyler Durden.

J(v): Please return your seatbacks to their full upright and locked position.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Jack bursts inside, out of breath, runs to grab the phone, punches a number, doesn't bother to turn on the lamp.

INTERCUT WITH...
INT. MARLA'S ROOM - SAME

Marla answers.

M: Yeah?

J: Marla, it's me. Have we... have we ever had sex?

M: What kind of stupid question is that?!

J: Because the answer's "yes" or because the answer's "no?"

M: Is this a trick?

J: Will you just answer me, for Christsake?!

M: You mean, you want to know if I think we were just having sex or making love?

J: We did make love?

M: Is that what you're calling it?

J: Answer the question!

M: 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?

J(v): We've just lost cabin pressure.

J: What did you say... ?

M: What is wrong with you?

J: Say my name.

M: What... ?

J: Say my name! What's my name!?

M: Tyler Durden! Tyler Durden, you fucking freak. What's going on? I'm coming over there...

J: Marla, no, wait...

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

TYLER'S VOICE: We've got six fight clubs in Chicago now...

Jack spins, dropping the phone -- TYLER sits beside him.

T: Four in Milwaukee.

J: What's this all about, Tyler?

T: And, we're definitely filling a void in the rural South.

J: Why do people think I'm you?

T: You broke your promise. You talked to her about me.

J: Why do people think I'm Tyler Durden?

T: Why did you do that?

J: Answer me, Tyler.

T: Why do people think anything?

J: I don't know! Tell me!

Tyler shakes his head in disgust, extremely irritated.

T: People think that you're me, because you and I happen to share the same body.

J: What... ?

T: Is this really news to you?

J: What are you talking about... ?

T: Sometimes I control it, and you imagine yourself watching me...