Fight Club - Scene - Jack fights himself

INT. BOSS'S OFFICE - DAY

Jack steps into the open doorway, knocks on the doorframe.
Boss looks up from his large, expensive desk.

JACK
We need to talk.

BOSS
Okay. Where to begin? With your
constant absenteeism? With your
unpresentable appearance? You're up
for review...

JACK
I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise.

Boss sits up in his seat, becoming enraged.

JACK
Let's pretend. You're the Department
of Transportation, and you discover
that our company intentionally did
nothing about leather seats cured in
third world countries with chemicals
we know cause birth defects? Brake
linings that fail after a thousand
miles. Fuel injectors that burn
people alive.

BOSS
Just who the fuck do you think you
are?! Get out! You're fired!

JACK
What about this? Keep me on payroll
as an outside consultant. In
exchange for my salary, I'll keep my
mouth shut. I won't need to come to
the office. I can do this job from
home.

Boss stands, moves around his desk, glaring with rage.

BOSS
You little fucker! I oughta...

Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the nose. Blood starts to trickle.
He punches himself in the jaw, throws himself back as if by
the force of the punch, SLAMS against a framed picture and
SHATTERS the glass. He falls to the floor.

JACK (V.O.)
I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.

Jack gets back to his feet.

JACK
Please... don't hit me again, please.
I'm your responsibility...

He PUNCHES himself in the stomach, then in the jaw again.
He reels backwards, pulls down a hanging shelf, its contents
flying. He hits the floor.

JACK (V.O.)
For some reason, I thought of my
first fight -- with Tyler.

Jack crawls toward Boss, dripping blood, grabs Boss's leg.

JACK
Please... give me the paychecks like
I asked for. I won't be any trouble.
You won't see me again.

Jack climbs up Boss's leg while Boss tries to shake him off.
Boss stumbles back into his desk, knocking off belongings.

JACK (V.O.)
Under and behind and inside
everything this man took for granted,
something horrible had been growing.

Jack crawls high enough to grab Boss's belt, hoisting
himself up. He dribbles blood an Boss's clothing, SMUDGES
blood from his face onto the knuckles of Boss's hand.

JACK
Please... please...

JACK (V.O.)
And right then, at our most excellent
moment together...

Two SECURITY GUARDS enter and gape at the sight. Behind
them stand CURIOUS WORKERS, looking in.

JACK
(gurgling blood)
Please don't hit me again.