tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671081.post-1097652599353570522004-10-12T23:28:00.000-07:002004-10-13T00:36:21.516-07:00FADE IN: <br /> <br />INT. MALE STRIP CLUB - NIGHT <br /> <br /><div align="left">Colored lights are FLASHING and LOUD music plays in a large, SMOKY club, which has several tables surrounding a LONG RUNWAY STAGE.Hundreds of women clutter the tables and line the walls, as tall, muscular men walk back and forth wearing bow ties with no shirt and tight black shorts. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The women are drinking and speaking loudly.SUDDENLY-All the lights turn off with the exception of one spot light on the empty runway. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">D.J.</div><div align="center">(V.O.)</div><div align="center">Ladies... get ready to be saved from all </div><div align="center">your troubles by this miracle worker, </div><div align="center">he turned water into wine and tonight </div><div align="center">he’ll make a river run between your legs. </div><div align="center">Here he is... the one and only son of god... </div><div align="center">JESUS!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">JESUS throws open curtains and steps out onto the runway.The colored lights begin to flash wildly and TRANCE music plays loudly as all the women in the club rush towards the runway while screaming at the top of their lungs and gyrating uncontrollably. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Jesus is wearing a CROWN OF THORNS and a cloth which covers the lower half of his body. He has long blonde hair with blue eyes. Women stuff money down his cloth as he casually walks around the stage.</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">CUT TO:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">INT. MALE STRIP CLUB - BACKSTAGE - MOMENTS LATER</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Mike, a tall and fit young man is in an army uniform. He walks up to Jesus and pats him on the back as he exits the stage.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">MIKE</div><div align="center">You’re always a tough act to follow Scott.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(to young man)</div><div align="center">see ya MIKE... good luck.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Scott organizes a huge wad of money as he walks away.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">CUT TO:</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">EXT. MALE STRIP CLUB - PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott is walking towards his car. He is wearing a dress coat and blue jeans. He has short hair and is wearing reading glasses.-A PHONE RINGS</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott reaches into his coat pocket and takes out a phone.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">Hello.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">LUIS </div><div align="center">(V.O.)</div><div align="center">Hey...Scott, how are you? </div><div align="center">Where are you?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">The library, I have a huge test </div><div align="center">on romantic literature tomorrow.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">LUIS</div><div align="center">oh...yeah I see you in the literature </div><div align="center">section now. Can we talk a minute?</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">A RED MERCEDES pulls into the parking lot along side of where Scott is standing.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(Looking at the car)</div><div align="center">Now’s not a good time for me Luis, </div><div align="center">why don’t you call my secretary and </div><div align="center">schedule an appointment for... Lets say never o’clock.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">LUIS</div><div align="center">(Opening the door to his car)</div><div align="center">I’d kind of like to see you right now buddy.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott puts his phone away as Luis steps out of his car and approaches Scott.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">LUIS (CONT’D)Scott... Why do you insist on working here? You could be making twice as much cash at my place.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">SCOTTYour club is so close to my house, it might as well be my backyard, and despite the nature of my profession, I try to maintain as low a profile as possible.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott gets into his car, starts it, and opens the window.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT (CONT’D)</div><div align="center">Besides, didn’t your place close down on charges </div><div align="center">for soliciting prostitution?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">LUIS</div><div align="center">Only temporarily, nothing a few grand couldn’t handle</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">You’ll excuse me if I don’t come to the grand reopening.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Scott peels off, and out of the parking lot leaving Luis standing alone.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">LUIS</div><div align="center">(screaming at Scott)</div><div align="center">There’ll be free shots!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">DISSOLVE TO:</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">FADE IN:EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - MORNING</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott is walking down an open hall way as he hears someone behind him whistle.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">ANA</div><div align="center">(happily)</div><div align="center">Hey sexy!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott quickly turns around with a terrified look on his face.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">ANA (CONT’D)</div><div align="center">(Smiling and winking)</div><div align="center">What have you been up to?</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott grabs Ana violently and pulls her aside.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(Whispering angrily)</div><div align="center">Why? What have you heard?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">ANA</div><div align="center">(pulling away)</div><div align="center">What are you talking about Scott? Jesus Christ!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott backs away quickly and stares at Ana terrified, then looks away, leaving hurriedly.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">ANA (CONT’D)</div><div align="center">(Screaming at Scott)</div><div align="center">What is your problem Scott!?</div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">CUT TO:</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">INT COLLEGE BAR - MOMENTS LATER</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Scott walks into the bar as a chime sounds. The bar is small but has a billiard table and a couple of dart boards. The bar is empty and all the stools and chairs are on top of the tables a BARTENDER is hunched over behind the bar. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">BARTENDER</div><div align="center">(still looking down)</div><div align="center">We can’t serve until twelve.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">How’s about a Shirley Temple?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">BARTENDER</div><div align="center">(Looks up at Scott and smiles.)</div><div align="center">You got it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The bartender is MIKE, the young man from the male strip club. Scott pulls down a stool from of the bar and sits down. The bartender turns his back to Scott.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(Reaching for his wallet.)</div><div align="center">Better make that a double.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Mike grabs two bottles in each hand and pours them simultaneously into a tall glass until it is half full, a pink liquid from the fountain is used to fill the rest of the glass.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">MIKE</div><div align="center">(Sliding the glass towards Scott.)</div><div align="center">One Shirley Temple. On the house.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">Thanks MIKE!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">MIKE</div><div align="center">No problem brother... I should charge you, </div><div align="center">knowing all the money you pulled in </div><div align="center">last night, but I’ll take it easy on you since </div><div align="center">your such a good customer. Speaking </div><div align="center">of which, shouldn’t you be in class </div><div align="center">or did you change your major to debauchery?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">I might as well. I’ve just been </div><div align="center">paranoid lately... I think Ana knows </div><div align="center">what’s going on.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">MIKE</div><div align="center">No way... you're crazy, I’ve been </div><div align="center">working out there over a year making </div><div align="center">all types of money and no one’s ever </div><div align="center">recognized me, then again... maybe you </div><div align="center">should think about toning down your act just a bit.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(Picking up his glass)</div><div align="center">Yeah... who asked you anyway?</div><div align="left"> <br />Scott takes a sip of the pink concoction in front of him, he stops a moment, swallows and begins to COUGH violently. </div><div align="left">Mike starts laughing.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">SCOTT (CONT'D)</div><div align="center">(COUGHING)</div><div align="center">WHOA... good... really.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">A chime SOUNDS as Ana walks through the door. Scott jumps out of his stool and pulls down another stool beside himself as Ana walks over.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT (CONT’D)</div><div align="center">(Smiling at Ana)</div><div align="center">Hey Mike, get me another Shirley Temple...</div><div align="center">Sorry about blowing up before, it’s just </div><div align="center">been a weird night... I mean morning.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">ANA</div><div align="center">It’s only ten o’clock</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SCOTT</div><div align="center">(taking a drink)</div><div align="center">I know</div><div align="left"></div> <br />CarlosDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09242344069362705162noreply@blogger.com