Doom Generation Script

the doom generation
int-HELL.night Ultra slo-mo Bodies. Hardly distinguishable as bodies even. More like Blurs. Forms. Shadows. Falling. Thrashing. Colliding. A surrealistic, choreographed human demolition derby intermittently lit by pulsating strobes. (The imagery is somehow reminiscent of Goya's paintings of agony and suffering.) All cloaked in pure mysterious SILENCE like some underwater ballet... intercut opening TITLES One of the SLO-MO BODIES in particular is singled out, spotlighted. A lean, pubescent KID with messy hair. His fair-skinned, nubile torso emerging as his ripped t-shirt gets more and more ripped (like practically torn off his body) in the swirling melee. SUDDENLY The action explodes into real-time 24fps FRENZY as eardrum-pulverizing INDUSTRIAL-DEATH THUNDER obliterates the silence. It's the Apocalypse set to a disco beat. (And here is as good a place as any to mention the double-LP soundtrack composed by like Trent (NINE INCH NAILS) Reznor (or whoever)). The Kid, JORDAN WHITE (17), is in the middle of a slamdancing pit - gyrating, whirling, fists flying, his "Life Is Shit" t-shirt shredding in the sweaty firestorm. cut to int-THE SMOKECHOKED FRINGES.night Off on the sidelines, hovering in the dim, noise-drowned recesses is AMY BLUE (18, a tiny raven-haired innocent beneath her hard, clad-in-goth-black image - like a teenage Anna Karina with an asymmetrical A-cut). Behind her, in the BG over the bar, a crude undergroundish sign declares "WELCOME TO HELL". An unlit cigarette dangling from her ebony lips, Amy scowls (cutely) as she forages through her lunchbox/purse which is plastered with Cocteau Twins, Misfits, etc stickers. amy Fuck. Her rummaging grows more desperate. amy Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... PEANUT, a behemoth of a skinhead slathered with tattoos, approaches. peanut Hey Amy. Got any crystal? Amy looks at Peanut (he towers like a foot and a half over her), makes a gas face. amy Fuck off. peanut Shit, who pissed in your Fruit Loops? amy Peanut, why don't you go passionately fuck yourself? peanut I can, y'know. amy (sneering) Yeah, I heard your dick is curved like a banana. peanut It reaches spots you've never had touched before. Wanna take it for a test spin? Amy I'd rather be shot point blank in the head. peanut Amy, you're about as charming as a pus-encrusted herpes lesion. Anybody ever told you that? Amy makes another, uglier gas face, resumes searching through her lunchbox. The song ends and Jordan, like a warrior staggering off the battlefield in a Kurosawa film, comes over. His pink, hairless nipples protruding from the remnants of his decimated shirt, he wraps an arm around Amy, kisses her sweetly on the cheek. amy (recoiling) Yuk, you're all sweaty. jordan (unfazed by her bitchiness) Whatcha lookin' for? amy My skull lighter. I swear, if it's gone, I'll slit my wrists. peanut Now that would be a great loss to the human race. amy (holding up her middle finger) Sit and spin. peanut (to Jordan, ignoring her) Hey, Jordan. Y'know what the difference between a pussy and a cunt is? Jordan shrugs. peanut (glowering at Amy while delivering the punchline) A pussy is a nice, warm, comfortable place and a cunt is the person who owns it. Yukyukyukking it up, Peanut disappears into the dark recesses. Amy rolls her eyes. amy That guy has the intelligence of a stool sample. jordan (reaching into his pocket) He's OK. (takes out his own lighter, gallantly lights her cigarette) I think he's got brain damage. But he's OK. Amy takes a deep, deep drag from her cig. amy I cannot breathe. jordan (full of affection) Maybe if you cut down to like ten packs a day... amy I smoke because I'm hoping for an early death. Duh. (coughs a couple times) This place is so fucking boring I wish someone would burn it to the ground. jordan (another shrug) It's not that boring. Amy blows out a tense stream of smoke. amy Let's get the fuck out of here. jordan 'K. He looks at her (and we notice now as the seedy light strikes his face just so, how genuinely beautiful he is - with a face like an angel and infinitely dark eyes that you could just swim in forever...). jordan Wanna go to Heaven? Amy takes another drag, shrugs indifferently. amy I guess. cut to ext-HEAVEN.night Token TRACKING SHOT across the local staked-out turf known as "Heaven" which resembles ruins leftover from the last A-Bomb test (in actuality it's the rotting, abandoned lot of a deceased drive-in theatre). Cars doing donuts. Dueling stereos blasting out competing trendy NOIZE. KIDS of all sizes, shapes and colors loitering, getting high, screwing, y'know, doing all that Rebellious Youth stuff. We're TRAILING a NEONAZI-TYPE, no shirt, muscles, bitchin tattoos, a SNAKE draped over his shoulders like a mink stole, who zigzags through the flotsam and jetsam on his skateboard with MUSIC ("Sex On Wheelz" by THRILL KILL KULT or some such thing) cascading from his ghettoblaster. The CAMERA comes to rest at an ultra-cool, faded sky-blue '70 Ford Torino with totally fogged-up windows. int-TORINO.night Steam condenses and forms droplets on the windshield. A shrunken head dangles from the rearview mirror and there's tons of weird gothic toys and knickknacks populating the dashboard. We hear the OS panting and rustling of teen sex in progress. amy (OS) Go ahead and stick it inside. Shifting and struggling. amy (os) C'mon. More moving around, repositioning. amy (os) Jordan, put your dick in me. jordan (os) I'm tryin'... There's a heavy sigh. Finally, Jordan sits up (looking especially lovely in the diffuse backlight) in the passenger half of the immense frontseat. jordan (staring out his window) I'm sorry. I just... amy (os) What? Jordan stares out his window some more. jordan I'm afraid of catching AIDS. amy (os) But we're both virgins. Jordan looks at her. Starts fishing through the glove compartment. jordan Where's the fuckin cigarettes? Amy sits up into the frame (she's shirtless too) and removes a pack of Death cigarettes from under the visor on her side. She takes one, hands another to Jordan. Like a ritual, he lights her cig first, then his own. jordan I dunno what it is, but I feel really weird tonight. Like something's gonna happen. amy (inhaling a drag) Me too. Jordan looks at her. jordan You hate me now, don't you? Amy looks at him. amy No. Dork. (she gives him a tender, reassuring kiss on the lips) Jordan looks at Amy for a significant beat, his cigarette smoldering. jordan Hey Amy... (his liquid eyes shimmering) Do you love me? Amy looks at him. amy Yeah. Totally. (drags on her cig) Why? Jordan shrugs. jordan (tracing designs in the moisture collected on his window) It's just "I love you" can mean a lot of things, like "You'll do till someone better comes along", or "I can't describe how I really feel but I know I'm supposed to say this", or "Shut up, I'm watchin' TV"... Amy gives him a look. amy Are you stoned? They crack up. Amy blows a trio of perfect smokerings. amy I think sometimes this city is sucking away my soul. Like yesterday I was stuck in this humongous traffic jam on the 405 freeway and I just couldn't wait to get to the dead bodies lying there on the bloody asphalt. All I cared about was getting out and moving again... jordan I know. I feel like a gerbil smothering in Richard Gere's butthole. The young lovers' eyes meet as they wallow together in their Tortured Teen Sadness. They kiss again, gently with their moist, pouty lips. Look at each other some more. amy There just is no place for us in this world. At that moment, a BODY is hurled against their windshield with such force it makes a loud, cracking THUD. A gang of four BIG GOONS clad in hideous retro-70s fashions (like Redd Kross on steroids) descend upon the Body, pummelling him with fists, brass knuckles, ninja sticks, etc. big goon 1 Wake up, cocksucker! It's time to DIE. The Body rolls into a fetal ball, shielding himself from his attacker's blows and removing something from his left DocMarten... a SWITCHBLADE, which he lashes out with in a vicious arc, badly slicing two of the Goons. All of this happens so fast Amy and Jordan can only sit and stare. There's JUMPCUT blood, confusion. amy (finally reacting) Hey! Get off my fuckin car! She start HONKING the horn which only adds to the chaos. Then, before Amy and Jordan can blink, the Body materializes, like lightning in a bottle, inside the car, in the passenger seat, literally on Jordan's lap. And we get our first good look at XAVIER RED (22, intensely sexy, industrial haircut, his perfect face spattered with crimson blood spangles, and his eyes, electric blue enough normally, juiced up past overload given the circumstances). Locking the door behind him, he waves the red dripping knife at Amy and Jordan (who're still half-naked by the way), with more desperation than menace. xavier Pedal to the metal, sweetheart! The two remaining Goons, whipped up into a murderous frenzy, POUND on the doors and windows of the Torino. amy (yelling at the Goons outside) You're denting my fucking car! xavier (going absolutely insane) Yo, bitch, would you just GO??! jordan uh...Amy... amy (going alittle berserk herself) GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY CAR!!!! She fires up the engine and revs it with a very impressive, testosterone-charged ROAR. amy (muttering) Goddamnmotherfucking.... She stomps on the gas and tires SCREAMING, the Torino nearly mows down the hate-crazed Goons. The G-force sends Xavier tumbling into the backseat, causing him to accidentally cut himself on the leg with his knife. xavier ...fuck..!.. The Torino peels out of the garbage-strewn lot, leaving the Goons behind in the dust. As it speeds away, we SEE the car's tail end which is plastered with death, gloom and industrial stickers as well as one that proclaims "EAT SHIT AND DIE MOTHERFUCKER". cut to BLACK (4 seconds) SOUND PULLUP The road rumbling by, SKINNY PUPPYish TORTURE on the stereo. amy (OS) I swear, if there is one dent in the door, one scratch in the paint... cut to int-BACKSEAT.night Xavier examining his flesh wound (located dangerously close to the crotch of his holy levis), trying to stop the flow of blood trickling out. xavier What the fuck're you talking about? OW... (wincing in pain) This car is older than you and your jailbait boyfriend combined... Amy turns to glare at him. amy I love this car. (horrified) OhmyGOD, you're getting blood all over the upholstery! xavier Jesus, don't potty in your panties about it. He starts wiping up the blood with the tail of his raggedy Revolting Cocks t-shirt. amy Jordan, he is bleeding all over my upholstery! jordan It's OK Amy, he's cleanin' it up. Jordan, hanging over the seat, gazes at the red stuff coming from Xavier's basket area. jordan You alright, man? xavier Sure. I'm totally into getting the fuck beat out of me and slicin' up my own fuckin leg... amy You are really fuckin rude. Y'know that? You are really fuckin rude. Xavier rolls his eyes and finding a rag, starts tying a makeshift bandage around his upper thigh. jordan Hey, that's my shirt. xavier (looks at it) Oh... sorry. jordan It's cool. Go ahead, use it. amy That is so gross. jordan So who were those guys back there anyway? xavier (finally stopping the bleeding) Assholes. Dickheads. Fanatical Young Republicans. Xavier pulls the bandage taut around his muscular leg and CLICKS his blade shut, sliding it back into its proper place inside his left Doc Marten. In the nocturnal blue luminescence of the backseat, we notice now just how mesmerizingly, almost supernaturally handsome he is, vibrating with dangerous sexuality and a tragic vulnerability. You can tell by looking into his fathomless eyes that he's had a totally fucked up, crazy couple decades on the planet. He starts distractedly gazing out his window. jordan (OS) What's your name, anyway? XAVIER'S POV A split-second SLO-MO blur. A lone illuminated billboard message in the darkness: "Don't Give Up. PRAY." passes by. BACK TO SCENE xavier huh? jordan What's your name? Xavier looks at Jordan: their eyelines connecting like a livewire electrical system. xavier Xavier. jordan What? xavier (a tired routine) Xavier. That's X-avier. Not "Hah-vee-ay". Not "Zay-veer". X-avier. jordan oh. amy That's the stupidest fuckin name I've ever heard. jordan Is it cool if I just call you "X"? I can't really pronounce all that... xavier Only if I get to call you "Nutlicker". Jordan laughs with boyish bashfulness. Amy just scowls. amy If bullshit were music, you'd be a big brass band. xavier (studying Amy with a sly smile) What's with your lady here, Jordan? Terminal PMS? amy Fuck you. xavier (excited now, feeding vampirelike off her spunky energy) No. Fuck you, you stinkin' kootch. Fuck you, you big, wet, bearded clam! amy FUCK.YOU! XAVIER (gleeful) Fuck you, Fuck your mother, Fuck your brother, Fuck your ugly dog... cut to ext-ROADSIDE.night The Torino SCREECHES to a halt in the shadow of a gigantic, surreal, all-lit-up oil refinery which looms, spewing poison into the blackness like some menacing death factory. Amy leaps out of the idling auto, holding the door open. amy Get OUT of my fucking car! jordan (sticking his head out) C'mon, Amy. He didn't mean it. He's just jokin' around... (to Xavier) Right, X? Tell her... Amy stands there, her breath forming clouds and her nipples hardening in the crispy night air. xavier (sticking his head out too, his eyes all atwinkle) Yeah, Amy. Don't get your uterus all tied in a knot. amy (practically poking Xavier's eye out with her finger) Listen, gism-breath. I want you out of my fucking car right this fucking second. xavier (to Jordan) Is she always this aggressive, Jordo? Jordan doesn't even have time to reply before Amy grabs Xavier by his t-shirt collar. They're face-to-face in an intensely tight CU. amy I'm not kidding, Scumfuck. Get. Lost. They have a long stare-off, their faces so close they're practically kissing... Xavier takes this opportunity to lick his upper lip (the tip of his tongue barely grazes Amy's lips in the process). Then, as he sumptuously bites his thick lower lip, a smile, so sexy it's actually scary, creeps over his face. xavier You're, uh, giving me an erection. amy You're repugnant. Xavier's only response to Amy's fury is a bigger, more sinister smile (like he's either on drugs or just plain fucking crazy...). xavier OK, Miss America. You win... (looks heavenward) Beam me up, Scotty. He and Amy retreat, disappearing off opposite sides of the frame, leaving Jordan's RACK-FOCUSED face in the BG center. xavier (to Jordan as he exits) Later, gator. He gets out of the car. jordan Hey, what about my shirt? Xavier looks down at the blood-soaked rag wrapped around his thigh. Smiling, he removes it and tosses it back to Jordan who catches it in mid-air. jordan Thanks, X. He slips the still-warm, moist, red-stained thing back on over his lean torso. xavier My pleasure, Nutlicker. Without a word, Amy marches back to the car, steps in and SLAMS the door shut. Xavier leans over towards her window and looks into her eyes with sincere xavier (beaming) Will you marry me? Amy makes a face of hate and tromps on the gas pedal. The Torino goes SQUEALING off into the night, with Jordan waving goodbye forlornly from his window. xavier (yelling after them) Don't worry about decidin' right away. Imean, IT'S NOT LIKE I NEED AN ANSWER IMMEDIATELY. YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IT AWHILE, SLEEP ON IT!!.... CU Xavier growing tinier and tinier in the rearview mirror, ranting and raving, like a miniature Beetlejuice. PAN and RACK to Jordan who turns from the mirror to Amy who stares stonefaced at the road ahead. jordan (shaking his head) I swear, Amy. You can be so harsh. Amy says nothing. jordan I dunno, he seemed cool. Kinda strange maybe... amy He was an anus-face. jordan What were we talkin' about the other day, about trying to be less judgemental of people?... amy Fuck that. Jordan can tell she's not exactly in the mood for a discussion (they've been going out for a long time after all (three months), and hey, he's a sensitive guy). He changes the subject. jordan I'm starvin'. Stop at the next QuickieMart, 'K? Amy drives in silence. cut to int-QUICKIEMART.night Gross CU Bright fuschia raspberry slushie oozing plasmalike out of the stainless steel dispenser. Smacking his lips, Jordan finishes filling his extra-large sportsbottle and licks the excess slushie globs from the lid with his pink tongue. He plunks his drink down on the "food area" counter next to his three SuperJumbo footlong hotdogs which are piled obscenely high with relish, ketchup, onions, etc. It's an aesthetic/gastronomical nightmare. jordan Sure y'don't want anything? amy (tensely dragging on a cig) I'm speeding, remember? jordan oh yeah. clerk (OS) Hey. No smoking in store, girlie. Amy turns to find the CLERK, a vile-looking Vietnamese guy with a Coors cap on, leering at her. Behind him, his three Kewpie Doll KIDS sit in a row, totally decked out in Ninja Turtle merchandise, staring transfixed at an ultraviolent shoot-em-up COP SHOW on a tiny portable TV. amy (it really has been a rough night)) Jesus. She demonstratively grinds her cig out on the upturned sole of her pointy black goth boot then defiantly drops the butt to the filthy linoleum. The Clerk sneers. clerk Pick up... girlie. Amy rolls her eyes, makes a belligerent (but cute) face. amy Eat my fuck. jordan (wanting to avoid a scene) Amy... Casually, without fanfare, the Clerk pulls out a SAWED-OFF 12 GAUGE from behind the counter, points it at Amy and Jordan. jordan holy shit. clerk Pick up, girlie. (The Kids behind him are still totally oblivious. Actually, one of them, a little girl, looks up at her father nonchalantly - like this happens every night - and returns her attention to the TV.) amy (with a sour expression, like she's smelled something bad) I'm so sure. She bends over, retrieving the butt (and the Clerk gets a gross thrill watching her nubile form straining at the seams of her tight, all black outfit). Then crosses to the trashcan and theatrically disposes of the incriminating butt. amy (mega-smug smile) We happy? The Clerk nods, still holding his mighty gun on Amy while he rings up Jordan's titanic midnight snack. CLERK That be six dollar, sixtysix cents. Anxious to get out of there, Jordan fishes through the pockets of his baggy levis. jordan (puzzled) huh. That's weird. Must've fallen out in the car... He looks towards Amy who rolls her eyes and sighs, annoyed. jordan I'll pay you right back... Amy doesn't want to hear about it. She reaches into the inside pocket of her huge, thrashed leatherjacket. Searches for a minute... Then looks up at Jordan. The lightbulb of realization goes on simultaneously for both of them. JORDAN oh fuck...amy ...The Scumfuck. Clerk (like a crazy singsong mantra) Six dollar, sixtysix cents. Jordan looks at Amy. Amy looks at Jordan. (Like this is another fine mess...) There's the CA-CHUK of the shotgun being cocked as the Clerk levels the barrel right at them. amy You fuckin kook. We left our wallets in the car. Let me just run out and-- Amy's movement towards the door gets the gun aggressively aimed between her eyes. The Clerk slowly shakes his head. Nuh uh. (It becomes clear that he gets some kind of kinky satisfaction from holding our teens, especially ripe passion flower Amy, at bay.) clerk (one last time) Six dollar. Sixtysix cents. Amy This is fuckin ridiculous. (furious to the Clerk) What're you gonna do, shoot us? Imean, what is this, some kind of joke - like "Candid Camera" or something? The Clerk makes no reply, only continuing to squint at Amy over the barrel of his raised gun... SUDDENLY in an arty ULTRA SLO-MO BLUR, a Figure bursts in from nowhere, tackling the evil Clerk. The shotgun goes off like a thunderclap, BLASTING the cigarette rack overhead, sending packs and stray cigs flying everywhere. (This fracas actually causes the Kids to look up from the TV, but that's all they do: look up. They don't scream, run for cover, nothing...) It's (who else?) xavier (to the stunned Amy and Jordan) Scram. In the ensuing commotion, Jordan drops his hotdog fiasco to the floor, upsidedown, SPLAT. Amy runs for the door, scooping up a few packs of cigs on the way, while Jordan kipes a couple sixers of Bud from a nearby display (Imean, what the hell. Why not?). The Clerk starts BABBLING in Vietnamese as his Kids just sit there watching, like a row of weird little robot monkeys. amy (to Xavier, flabbergasted) What the fuck d'you think you're doing? xavier (in the midst of a mortal struggle with the Clerk) Saving your fucking life. AMY Did I ask you to do us any big favors? Huh? jordan (taking Amy by the arm) Amy, c'mon.... amy Jordan, he is getting us into Deep Shit. From the back storeroom, the Clerk's WIFE appears, wielding a LARGE MACHETE and likewise JABBERING in a foreign tongue. (Wearing one of those big rice farmer hats and a black peasant blouse, she could pass for an extra from The Killing Fields.) wife EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! The Wife takes a slice at Xavier and ends up imbedding the blade in the plastic cash register which starts BLEEPING uncontrollably as the drawer flies open. xavier (getting a mite frantic) Would you guys get the hell out of here?! amy (annoyed) Christ. The Wife by now has joined the fracas, trying to pry Xavier off her husband. (And the Kids are still just watching like it's an episode of their favorite TV show.) jordan (dragging Amy towards the door) Come on. Just then, a gunshot EXPLODES OS. BLOOD sprays everything in the vicinity - the chattering Wife, the VitaminPaks, the neon pink-and-green sunglasses display, the row of Kids sitting there staring... And the Clerk's head (just his HEAD, or what's left of it anyway) lands with a sickening THUK in the condiment bin across the room, right in the middle of the relish, onions and jalapeno peppers. Xavier is left hugging a decapitated, bloodspewing corpse. Behind him, the Wife gapes with horror, making unsettling, animalish HOWLING sounds. And the weird Kids just keep on staring. Amy and Jordan stand there, dumbstruck, looking first at Xavier, then across the room at the head perched upright in the condiment bin... It all seems like some insane, drug-induced hallucination. Then crazily, it (the disembodied head) starts talking, emitting this guttural, unintelligible, scary-as-shit GIBBERISH (as well as a grody rivulet of oozy blood-juice). Xavier, Amy and Jordan FREAK. Xavier drops the beheaded cadaver to the floor, and Amy and Jordan, petrified a second ago, now cannot scurry fast enough towards the door. Xavier follows, pausing only to snatch some greenery (which is spattered with blood and brain bits) from the gaping open register. cut to ext-QUICKIEMART PARKING LOT.night Beneath the glaring, eerily pulsating fluorescents, the terrified threesome scramble for the car, falling all over themselves like postpunk-poseur Three Stooges - filmed in torturously protracted SLO, SLOOOOOOOO-MO. We abruptly SHIFT to 24fps real-time as the trio pile into Amy's car and go SCREECHING off into the all-enveloping abyss. cut to BLACK (5 seconds) SOUND PULLOVER OS franticness. The car engine racing with angsty-torment-MUZIK (like "The Choke" or some such thing) hammering in the BG. amy (os) (Valspeak at 78rpm) OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.... xavier (os) Relax. Relax... cut to int-TORINO.night The threesome, squeezed into the frontseat, fritzing out. xavier ...Would you please just fuckin chill??! jordan (in a daze, like he's way stoned) ...His head. His head, man. It was talkin'... Amy takes a deep breath. amy OhmyGod. xavier (struggling to maintain calm) Listen, we're probably cool. Imean, that weirdo gook lady with the machete probably doesn't even speak english... I think everything's gonna be fine. amy What the fuck d'you mean "everything's gonna be fine"? You just blew somebody's fucking head off! xavier You just gotta be the pessimist all the time, don't you? Little Miss Gloom and Doom. Well, fuck you. You were there, you were both there with me... and read my lips, we all go down together. I fry, we all fry... amy Blow it out your crusty rectum, loser. We don't know you, we barely just met you, and we certainly don't like you. You're fucking crazy and... and... you're ugly besides. xavier (leans towards Amy, his eyes like road flares) I love you too, darling. The tension between the two of them could start a fire. jordan His fuckin head... it was in the relish 'n' onions 'n' it was talkin'... Xavier loops his arms around both Amy and Jordan's necks in a twisted, muscular, sexual clench. Menacing and extremely seductive at the same time. A pact. With the bloody money gripped in his viselike hands. xavier We are up to our blowholes in trouble, compa–eros. But we're in it together. Amy and Jordan trade nervous glances. It's all so totally unreal, like a shared bad dream they'll wake up from soon. They both look at Xavier who has this very disturbing smile spreading over his face. xavier All for one and one for all. amy (suddenly realizing) Hey. Gimme my fuckin wallet back... cut to ext-THE FATHOMLESS VOID.night The car ZOOMS in flight down the expressway to oblivion. crossfade to ext-SLEEPY TIME MOTEL.night The BUZZING, half-burntout neon sign. Freckled with dead bugs. cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.night Utter blackness. The SOUND of the key in the lock. Diffuse OS conversation. jordan (os) Imean, don't y'think you oughta call your mom or something? Amy opens the door, the blue neon filtering in behind the trio's ghostly silhouettes. amy Tomorrow. Amy CLICKS on the light: the room is sparse, anonymous, cheap. Depressing. Xavier trails the two of them, scoping out their new surroundings like he's casing the joint. xavier What? Mommy and Daddy'll be all worried about their baby girl? amy (matter-of-fact) My mom used to be a heroin addict; now she's a Scientologist. My old man's dead. xavier oh, sorry. amy I'm not. He was a bloated, alkie pig who was always trying to molest me. xavier (to Jordan) How 'bout you? jordan My folks live in Encino. xavier Oh. Xavier throws himself down on the queen-size bed (which we notice is the only one in the room). He interlaces his hands behind his head as his body bounces up and down rhythmically on the springy mattress. xavier My mom shot my dad then killed herself when I was twelve. Amy and Jordan stand there looking at Xavier who just smiles. Whether he's telling the truth or not, Amy at this point could frankly care less. She rolls her eyes and heads towards the bathroom. amy I'm taking a bath. She exits. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to int-BATHROOM.later Amy sits naked in the tub in the steamfilled room, the warm water comforting her like a good massage. Her hair all wet and straggly, her mascara running, she stares up at the ceiling. Weary, scared, she feels the direness of her situation closing in on her like a noose as she listens to the relentless, unnerving DRIP-DRIP-DRIP of the bathdrain. cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.night TV Some goofy DOG OBEDIENCE SCHOOL PROGRAM. This psychotic-looking LADY TRAINER giving lessons to a disinterested Lhasa Apso. jordan (os) I love this show, man. IN THE BLUE BEAM GLOW Jordan zones out, drinking one of the stolen lukewarm Buds, his back up against the bed. Behind him, sitting crosslegged on the mattress, Xavier unpeels his shirt, baring his smooth, tightly muscled torso. (Given the sleazy setting and the laconic sexiness of the boys, there's a strange deja vu feeling to the scenario: it's like some half-remembered blue movie.) xavier S'how long've you 'n' Princess Leia been a happy little couple? jordan Fuck, a long time. (sips on his brewski) Three months. Xavier lounges on the bed; his upsidedown head about a foot from Jordan's. xavier No way. Most of my relationships last about three days... (his gaze catching Jordan's like a butterfly in a net) ... or three hours. jordan (a smile and another swig of beer) Yeah, well, relationships bite. (noticing) Wow. Righteous tattoo. (Xavier's got an elaborate, demonically bad-ass tat on his right shoulder which tendrils towards his erect nipple.) xavier (touching himself, tenderly, there) Thanks. jordan (leaning close to get a better look) I been wantin' one forever, but I can't decide on a design I like enough to, y'know, wear on my body for like the rest of my life. It's a big commitment. He stares as if hypnotized (or wasted) at the colorful ink surgically sewn into Xavier's supple flesh. jordan I sure do like yours alot though... As he keeps gazing, the homoerotic tension between the boys rises like two horny dicks. jordan (abruptly belching) I gotta take a whizz. He gets up, leaves Xavier lying there, prone on the bed. cut to int-BATHROOM.night Amy doesn't react at all when Jordan comes in, still clinging to his nearly-drained Bud like a pacifier. jordan Hi. amy Hi. jordan I gotta piss. Amy looks at him like "Yeah. So?" Jordan goes over to the toilet. Undoes his jeans and takes a long, loud pee. The SOUND of it fills the warm, moist space. Amy looks at Jordan. Jordan looks back at Amy. They're suspended there a minute: him standing by the toilet, her dripping in the tub. Everything - their confusion, teenage doubt, insecurity, fear, their goofy strange love - all that and more flows silently between them like electrical current... Not even bothering to stuff his still dribbling, semi-erect (though, of course, discretely OS) cock back into his pants, Jordan goes over to Amy and sets his beer bottle down with a THUNK. The two lovers begin passionately sucking face, becoming a pretzel of grabbing hands and intertangling limbs. As they both work to rip Jordan's clothes off, Amy pulls her semi-naked boyfriend into the hot water and they make insane, violent love: their hormone-charged, pentup emotion transformed into raw, obsessive fucking. They're like two terrified animals slaughtering each other. back to int-MOTEL ROOM.night TV The DOG TRAINING SHOW gets ZAPPED in a flurry of restless CHANNEL-SWITCHING. Random FLASHFRAGMENTS of Video America: THE HOME SHOPPING CLUB, quasi-pornographic Soloflex COMMERCIALS, dopey SITCOM RERUNS, old COLORIZED MOVIES... then a HANDHELD NEWSCAMERA POV of the horrific Carnage at the QuickieMart comes on... XAVIER rolls over on the bed, staring at the flickering screen. NEWSWOMAN (vo) Now some of this footage may be too gruesome for some audience members, so viewer discretion is adviced... TV Just incredible gore. Grisly shots of the blood-covered store, the Clerk's head sitting in the condiment tray... newswoman (vo) Police say that the severed head of QuickieMart proprietor, Ngyuen Kok-Suk, was still talking when it was discovered, at approximately 2:39 a.m. this morning, by a Jerseymaid deliveryman... MORE TV More gore. Footage of the Wife and Kids, all likewise dead. Their corpses swimming in huge pools of blood. newswoman (vo) ...And the San Fernando Valley Sheriffs Department is still investigating the bizarre, ritualistic slaying of Suk's wife and children as well... TV Inside the NEWSROOM, the Mademoiselle-ish NEWSWOMAN sits next to her very serious-looking GQ-clone CO-ANCHORPERSON. newswoman (continued) ... It appears that the Shopkeeper's wife, who is believed to be an illegal alien, was so distraught over the slaying of her husband that she took the lives of her children, disemboweling them... co-anchorperson Wait just a second there... disemboweling them? newswoman Yes, Chet, that's right, dis-em-boweling them, before taking the knife to herself in some kind of unusual suicide rite. co-anchorperson (shaking his head with rehearsed remorse) Tragic. newswoman Isn't it though? And the police so far have only one clue to the identity of Mr. Suk's murderer or murderers... TV INSERT CU of a tiny silver skull earring held in a pair of police forceps. newswoman (VO) This skull earring, the type sold most frequently in rock'n'roll paraphernalia shops on Melrose and on Hollywood Boulevard... cutaway to EERIE, SLO-MO MOS CU Jordan's devouring Amy's neck in oblivious ecstasy. Creeping ZOOM in on the empty hole in his pierced left ear. newswoman (vo) (continuing) ...Often worn by homosexuals, satanists and members of other dangerous cult groups... back to TV The Stepford Wifelike Newscasters. co-ANCHORPERSON Hold it, Sandy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't lots of people, especially trendy teenagers following the latest "fad", kids who are otherwise perfectly "normal", don't they wear earrings similar to the one shown here? newswoman Yes, well, Chet, that is a problem... back to XAVIER blankly taking this all in like it's an acid flashback or something. Finally giving up on the media vaudeville, he rolls off the bed. cut to int-HALLWAY Approaching the bathroom, Xavier peers through a lit crack in the door. HIS POV of Amy and Jordan going at it in the tub. Trying, not very successfully, to contain their teen sex-whimpering. BACK TO SCENE Xavier is fascinated and enormously aroused by what he's seeing. CAMERA TILTS down following his hand as it delves into the dark recesses beneath the waistband of his torn levis. As he begins to stroke himself, the buttons of his worn fly start opening all by themselves. CU Tight on Xavier's enraptured face as we hear the OS rustle of his pants coming apart and slipping down... intercut SERIES OF SHOTS Amy, Jordan and Xavier rapidly approaching orgasm, framed progressively tighter, tighter, tighter. The CUTS build in speed, rhythm and intensity, coming faster and faster until all three of them reach a wild, brutal simultaneous climax (with Amy and Jordan practically drowning each other in the process). (After this strenuous bit of MONTAGE, the film calms down some, breathing easier, as both the compositions and the editorial pace relax...) Xavier is left with a gooey mess on his hands. He goes to get something (his own discarded t-shirt) to wipe himself with. cut to int-BATHROOM.night Amy and Jordan are out of breath but at the same time, totally wired, trembling in the aftermath of their carnal knowledge. Amy leans back, letting her head tip into the warm water while Jordan sprawls over the edge of the white tub. He looks over at her and unable to restrain himself, bursts out laughing. Amy starts laughing too, submerging her whole head underwater. Amy spits a mouthful of water at Jordan which starts a huge splashing water fight (they're acting like the kids they never really got the chance to be). In their horsing around, Jordan slips on the slick porcelain and KABONKS his head on the tiled rim. jordan SHIT. Owwww... Blood begins flowing from his nose, red liquid trickling all over his hands, on Amy's nude body, dripping into the tepid water. Amy is grossed out by the spectacle, but giggles at the same time. amy Smooth move, ex-lax. jordan Oh man... amy Here. Pinch the bridge of your nose. jordan Huh? amy (reaching over to demonstrate) Pinch it. There... SUDDENLY The door is KICKED OPEN, causing both Amy and Jordan to just about jump out of their wet, taut skin. xavier I'm so fuckin hungry I could eat my leg. How 'bout a little foodular action? Amy and Jordan, stark naked, dripping water and blood, just look at Xavier who stands over them grinning. xavier Well, c'mon, y' crazy fornicators. cut to ext-WHATABURGER.night At the totally hip, striped pyramid of a fastfood joint that could easily pass for a 60s pop-op art sculpture. In the drive-thru with the top down, our threesome sit idling at a SQUAWKING intercom (Jordan has a wad of Kleenex shoved into his nostril to halt the blood flow). Something like CHRIS AND COSEY's "Rise" is percolating on the car stereo. xavier Ever notice how this whole city smells like a big fart? CASHIER (VO) (his voice all crackly) Welcome to Whataburger. May I have your order please? xavier Gimme the Slop-O-Rama Bellybuster, no onions, a Passion Fruit Slurpster... and an order of CurlyQ Fries. jordan I'll have Barbecue Beef Chunks. Some Fried Cheeseballs. And an Evian. amy DietCoke. Extra-large. jordan (to Xavier, explaining) She never eats when she does crystal. amy Shut up. cashier (vo) That be all? jordan yup. (cleaning out his ear with his finger, he notices...) Hey. I lost my earring. cashier (VO) That'll be six sixty-six. Please pull forward to the window. Amy starts the car moving. amy (to Jordan) What? jordan My earring. It must've fallen out. (bummed) Shit. amy (rolling her eyes) Jordan, I'm sure. We are in like this total predicament and you're worried about losing a fucking earring? jordan (looking around in the seat) It's got sentimental value. My mom gave it to me when I finally passed algebra/trig. xavier (to Amy) Well, you can relax your royal sphincter muscle, your highness. The crazy machete lady offed herself and her kids, so there's no witnesses left. amy/jordan (simultaneous) What??? xavier They're all dead. It was on the news. amy You are so full of sheep excrement it's not even funny. xavier Hey, I saw it on TV so it's gotta be true, right? Amy and Jordan both eye him skeptically. jordan Yeah, but what if that guy's head is still talkin' 'n' he tells the cops everything? They reach the pickup window. Grease drips from the bottom of the cardboard box which the pimply-faced, longhaired CASHIER hands to Amy. amy (re: the greasy box) Grossify me. cashier Six sixty-six. (a psychotic glint flashes in his eye as he sees Amy) Sunshine? amy (to Xavier) Gimme some money. cashier (staring incredulously at Amy) Sunshine, is that you? amy I think you must have me mixed up with someone else... (to Xavier, losing patience) Gonad-face, gimme some money. cashier (growing more agitated) Don't lie to me, Sunshine. I know it's you. amy Look, you fuckin chunky pumpkinhead, I don't know what the hell you're talking about... (starting to lose it, swats Xavier on the arm) Gimme some fuckin money! cashier (near tears) Sunshine, you said you loved me. You said you'd never leave me. I'll never forget you... amy (throws up her hands) What is this, Night of the Living Braindead? (blowing up) Wake up and smell the cappucino, geek. I don't know you, I've never even fuckin seen you before, I don't know who the fuck this "Sunshine" is... cashier You whore. You broke my fuckin heart! xavier C'mon "Sunshine", give the poor guy a break... amy (gone) SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIMME SOME MOTHERFUCKING MONEY!!!! The Cashier, who is by now sobbing hysterically, reaches under the counter and pulls out a HUGE SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN (not unlike the QuickieMart Guy's). amy oh fuck. cashier If I can't have you, no one will. Amy floors it and the Torino, tires SHRIEKING, peels out of the drivethru. The Cashier leaps out of his window and starts taking crazed potshots at them which BOOM out, echoing in the night. amy (yelling back at him, furious) Goddamn looney psycho-nimrod!!!! The Torino tears off into the distance as the Cashier, hyperventilating, rips off his apron. His CO-WORKER, a tall, scrawny black dude comes up behind him. co-worker Yo, Bartholomew. Whassup, man? cashier It was Sunshine. I know it was her... I could tell by her smell. And she was with these two prettyboy faggots. They must've abducted and brainwashed her... He starts to walk away. co-worker Hey, where y'goin'? You can't just leave; your shift's not over yet. cashier (with steely determination) The Bitch. I'm gonna find her... And I'm gonna kill her. cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.night The trio burst into the room where the TV has been left on, blithering to no one. Xavier munching fries, Jordan popping cheese balls, Amy struggling to light a cig. amy Is it a fuckin full moon or what? Imean, what the fuck is goin' on??? xavier You shouldn't'a broken his lil ol' achey heart like that, Sunshine. amy (turning on Xavier like a hellcat) Cram it, asscrack. We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you... xavier Mellowize thyself, fishwich. (takes a big, nauseating bite of his burger) Ever considered cuttin' down on your crystal intake a bit? Cripes... amy (lunging for him) I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! Jordan drops his cheeseballs and intercepts her with a half-wrestler's grip, half-comforting embrace. jordan Don't worry, Amy. We're here, we're safe, everything's cool. amy (into his chest) Jordan, I just wanna go home and forget this whole entire nightmare... Jordan holds her consolingly. They stand there intertwined for a touching adolescent moment while Xavier unceremoniously wolfs down his burger. jordan It's alright, Amy. Really. In the morning, we'll figure it all out... amy yeah, sure. (yawns, makes a scrunchy face) I'm gonna get ready for bed. jordan (smiles) 'K. They peck-kiss, husband-and-wifelike, and Amy starts towards the bathroom. amy ... 'n' brush your teeth before you turn in, otherwise you'll have cheese-breath. She leaves the room. xavier (belches) I get the feeling Amy doesn't like me very much, Jordo. jordan Don't take it personal, X. She's just alittle...aloof till you get to know her. Hey, can I have a fry? Xavier holds out the bag and Jordan takes a handful of the squiggly-shaped things. xavier Well, she acts like she's got the world shoved up her ass. (foraging around in his sack of grease) Shit. No ketchup. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.later that night The room is completely dark, except for the flickering, fireplacelike glow of the TV set, left on like a blue eye nightlight. Amy and Jordan sleep, chastely side by side. Jordan SNORING loudly, totally out. The peaceful, waiflike beauty of the pair is positively phosphorescent: they look like a matched set of slumbering angels (it helps that Jordan's removed the bloody kleenex from his nostril). Xavier, shirtless in the chair across from them, is like a contorted embryo, draped in his beatup leatherjacket. Unable to sleep, he stares, his eyes practically glowing, catlike in the murkiness. The way he's watching Amy and Jordan, it's like he's in some kind of deep, demonic trance... Slowly, silently, almost somnambulistically, he rises. The RUSTLE of his jacket falling and hitting the floor is the only sound that disturbs the omnipresent ambience of the faroff highway and the steady rhythm of Jordan's snoring (which is so regular it sounds like a computer sample). Not taking his eyes off Amy and Jordan, he stands over them, right inbetween them in another perfectly symmetrical THREESHOT. He could be the Night Stalker or Nosferatu, the Vampire. But instead of draining the blood from their tender, young jugulars, he methodically, like he's in slow-motion, undoes his pants and starts to masturbate (again)... (his back is, of course, to the CAMERA which discretely hides his cock from view.) He languidly licks the palm of his hand for lubrication purposes. The squishy NOISE his hand makes sliding up and down his dick is subtle, but it or something unknown rouses Amy. Her eyes open wide, staring in shock at Xavier stroking his protruding member. She could scream out loud, but doesn't. He should be embarrassed, caught literally with his pants down, but isn't. Their initial mutual surprise gradually, inevitably melts like an icecube under the sun, becoming a pool of electrically-charged desire. Eye contact between the pair is unbreachable, creating an irresistable magnetic pull. The space between them shrinks until their profiles are barely a breath apart in a very intimate CU. amy (a whisper, her eyes glued to his OS erection) I've never seen a tattoo there before... Xavier smiles mischieviously. xavier Touch it. Amy looks into Xavier's hypnotic eyes then returns her attention to his throbbing boner. She hesitates... xavier (a beyond sexy coercion) Go ahead... Indulge. She bites her lower lip. Then reaches down, tentatively, frightened at first, but definitely fascinated and turned-on. She slowly begins working her hand up and down, transfixed by her own actions. Xavier closes his eyes, savoring the full effect of her tiny, warm hand on his joystick. Reopening his eyes, he's enthralled by the expression of childlike wonder on Amy's face. amy (curious whisper) What is it? xavier hmh? amy What's it a picture of? xavier (gazing down lovingly at his own OS dick) Can't you tell? (evil smile) It's Jesus. amy Nuh uh. (giggling as she takes a closer look) Why the hell d'you have Jesus tattooed on the head of your cock? xavier (super-seductively nibbling her lower lip) So people, when I'm boning 'em, can go "I've got Jesus inside me"... They crack up, straining to keep it quiet so as not to wake the snoring Jordan. And the most logical way to accomplish that, since their faces are so close together anyway, is to melt together in a desperate, tonsil-exchanging kiss. This goes on for awhile, till they need to come up for air. xavier (his voice heavy, insane) I'm gonna vacuum your tongue right out of your face... Amy looks at him, filled with a weird mix of nervousness, excitement and headspinning lust. They french some more with a passion that swallows them both whole. As their hands explore, feeling each other's parts, roaming all over, both of them begin losing control, making sex noises... In the throes of some turbulent dream, Jordan rolls over which causes Amy and Xavier to freeze like kids playing a game of statues. They look at each other and at the still-gone Jordan, wondering what to do... Xavier tries to kiss Amy again but she pulls away. amy Wait. (a decision) C'mon. She leads him, her hand still gripping his cock, out of the bed. cut to int-TORINO.night They tumble into the vast recesses of the huge backseat - makeout heaven - and resume tearing into each other, demolishing what's left of each other's clothes. Swept up in a tide of postadolescent horniness, they're grunting, tugging, grinding, going at it like there's no tomorrow. Xavier disposes of Amy's top and feasts upon the perfect alabaster flesh of her torso. Closing her eyes, she luxuriates in the dizzying sensations running through her young body. Then suddenly amy (jumps) OW! Xavier raises his head, revealing a smudge of blood on his full, swollen lips. amy You fucker, you bit me. He smiles, and with a wild pagan look in his eyes, he bends to gently lick up the tiny rivulet of red dripping from her small, white breast. Amy is, by now, so turned on she's nearly asphyxiating. She crams her tongue into Xavier's mouth, tastes her own blood. As they come apart, their faces are so close they're using the same oxygen. xavier I wanna fuck you so fierce I could die. Amy and Xavier plummet into the limbo of each other's eyes. They kiss some more, repositioning their bodies in preparation for entry and blastoff. They're nose to nose in a very private CU which is held for the rest of the scene (after all, this is a respectable art film, not some sleazoid skinflick, so the details are left up to your dirty imagination...). xavier Stroke it. Amy does. Xavier shuts his eyes with pleasure. xavier Squeeze it. Amy does. Xavier draws in his breath. xavier Harder. Amy does. Xavier shudders. xavier Look at it. Amy does, enraptured. Xavier leans in and traces the outline of her trembling mouth with his tongue. xavier (barely a whisper) Now put it in. Fumbling a bit, awkward, Amy tries to. xavier (cruelly tantalizing her) Little....by.....little... Amy does as instructed. As Xavier enters her bit by excruciating bit, the pleasure is almost too much for them to bear. When his cock finally does make it all the way in, the earth practically whirls off its axis. Successfully coupled, they begin moving in tandem. Slowly at first, then faster, faster... amy Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, SWEETJESUSGOD, FUCK ME..!... Xavier does. They're like wild animals, Amy's head banging hard against the steamed-up glass. THUMP THUMP THUMP... ext-MOTEL PARKING LOT Dark shadowy activity is barely visible going on inside the Torino - a murder could be taking place. The whole vehicle is rocking in time with the pair's violent humping accompanied by the insistent percussive pounding of Amy's head on the window. THUMP THUMP THUMP... back to int-TORINO Amy and Xavier about to plunge into orgasmic oblivion. THUMP THUMP THUMP goes Amy's head. xavier (breathless) I'm gonna come. amy (in torturous ecstasy) Already? xavier Don't worry, I'm usually good for about six times a night... amy (laughs) Nuh uh. XAVIER Four at least. How 'bout you? You anywhere close? amy Well... (thinks about it a sec) Sortof. XAVIER I can't hold it much longer. I, I... THUMP THUMP THUMP... Xavier digs in his heels, preparing to go for the gold... But SUDDENLY BLINDING HEADLIGHTS flood the backseat, rudely interrupting his cataclysmic climax (It's about as subtle as cops kicking the door in.). Amy and Xavier scramble panicked for their clothes, ducking down and peering into the darkness. ext-MOTEL PARKING LOT.night A shadowy FIGURE hops out of an idling, gigantic 4 by 4 and silhouetted in the glaring mandala of the headlights, pauses to finish off a quart of JD. He tosses the bottle away and it makes a tiny, shattering SOUND which is virtually drowned out by the truck's macho RUMBLING. The Figure cocks a huge phallic shotgun, marches towards the sleepy bungalow. cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.night Jordan, faraway in dreamsville, his angelic boy-features serene in the blue dimness. His mouth, wide open SNORING, is weirdly, silently filled by the long, cold metal shaft of a rifle barrel... Awaking abruptly, gagging, he sees HIS POV following the receding one-point perspective of the gun barrel to the scary Whataburger CASHIER, lit low-angle ala Freddy Krueger, his face covered with demonic voodoo-ish warpaint. BACK TO SCENE Jordan stares at the waking nightmare, his teeth involuntarily CHATTERING against the shaft of metal in his mouth. cashier Where is she? Where is my little dandelion flower?? Jordan can't answer - even if his vocal cords weren't petrified with terror, he does have a fucking gun shoved down his throat after all. cashier Tell me where she is or you'll have a mangled stump in place of that fairy face o' yours. Jordan swallows a big gulp of saliva collecting, almost chokes on it. cashier (the screws practically popping out of his ears) TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, YOU FUCKING SLIMY PIECE OF QUEERBAIT! AMY (OS) I'm right here, lovebucket. The Cashier whips around and sees Amy standing there in the luminous backlit doorway, looking positively ethereal (actually, she looks alot like the girl from Dead Can Dance in the "Lonely Is An Eyesore" video)... Momentarily stunned by Amy's transcendental beauty, the Cashier allows the shotgun to slip from Jordan's aching mouth. cashier (awestruck) My honeysuckle rose... Letting the gun drop to his side, he walks in a trancelike state towards Amy who waits for him, arms outstretched in a pool of romantic blue light. amy I missed you so much, darling... Her hands on his arms, she slowly rotates him around as if in a surrealistic waltz. The Cashier's head spins with unadulterated love and adoration. amy You know I could never live without you, my bumpkins... (leaning in, her succulent lips practically touching his) I've been dreaming of this moment for months... Amy suddenly rams her knee into the Cashier's swelling crotch as hard as she can, then belts him across the jaw. Xavier,WAILING like a fucking banshee, pounces on the poor guy from behind. As they battle for control of the shotgun ,we should start getting a strange feeling of deja vu... Amy pulls Jordan (who's still not sure whether he's having a bad dream or what) from the bed. amy Come on! JORDAN (looking around frantic for) My pants.... amy Jordan... She pushes Jordan who wraps himself in a blanket (which he trips on), towards the door. xavier (locked in combat with the Cashier) Start the car...! cashier (to Amy, utterly desperate) My babycakes! My cuddlemuffin!! Don't leave me again!!! Amy shoots one last look at the fanatically obsessed Cashier. amy Get a fuckin life, dogbreath. She and Jordan make a run for it. cut to ext-MOTEL PARKING LOT.night Through the illuminated circles of the pickup's headlamps, Amy and Jordan flee, Jordan's blanket flapping wildly in the wind. cut to int-TORINO.night They pile into the frontseat, SLAMMING the doors. Amy starts the engine with a mighty ROAR. They sit there a second, waiting for Xavier, catching their breath. Jordan, wrapped in his blanket, looks like Meryl Streep in The French Lieutenant's Woman. jordan Ever feel like reality is more twisted than dreams? Amy is too weary to do any more than give him a deadpan look. SUDDENLY There's a(nother) shotgun BLAST, followed by a bloodcurdling SCREAM. amy Not again. Both she and Jordan stare out the grimy windshield at THEIR POV Xavier running towards them. He's got something attached to his right bicep, which we SEE as he gets closer is the Cashier's arm, just his fucking bloody ARM. He can't seem to get the reflexively-gripping limb off - it's like some extraterrestrial parasite. Behind him, like a nightmare apparition, the Cashier comes staggering out, his arm socket spewing out rhythmic geysers of red goop. BACK TO SCENE Amy and Jordan stunned by what they're seeing: it's just too horrific to be real. The SLAM of the cardoor as Xavier dives into the backseat jolts them out of their stupor. Xavier (frantically trying to get the arm off) Jam on it, girlfriend! amy Get that fucking thing out of my car!! xavier I'm tryin'!!! What d'you think-- He finally manages to yank the creepy thing off and opening the door, he hurls it out. It hits the Cashier who's coming at them like a Dawn of the Dead zombie. Xavier barely gets his door closed and locked before the Cashier throws his body against Xavier's window, his pulsating blood splashing all over the glass. xavier GODFUCKINGDAMNIT, AMY! WOULD YOU KINDLY TROMP ON THE FUCKING GAS PEDAL?!!! Amy shuts her eyes like she's on a rollercoaster about to plunge and smashes the accelerator to the floor. ext-MOTEL PARKING LOT.night The Cashier slumps to the ground as the Torino fishtails, kicking up gravel as it peels away into the inky darkness. The Cashier's face, illuminated by the harsh glare of his truck's blazing headlights, is contorted with pain as in the FG of the wide-angle SHOT, his arm continues spasmodically convulsing. cashier (eyes brimming with tears) You are my Sunshine... My darling Sunshine... You make me happy when skies are grey... cut to BLACK (4 seconds) cashier (OS) (continuing over, as he breathes his last) ...You'll never know how much I love you... Just don't take my Sunshine away... cut to DRIVING POV.night Past an all-litup miniature golf course. Totally surreal fairytale castles and rocketships glowing in the universal blackness. Creepy COIL-ish TRANCE-DANCE throbs over the car stereo. amy (OS) What is with you? Do you have to kill someone every fuckin time we stop the car?! int-TORINO The threesome speeding along, Amy tensely dragging on a direly-needed cig. xavier Well, pardon me for rescuing your ingrate ass twice in the same night, you fuckin furry tuna taco. amy You don't care about anything, do you? You have no guilt, no remorse. You murdered two people tonight. Doesn't that faze you at all? xavier (staring her in the eye) Yeah. I'm bummed. To the max. Amy glares at him as Jordan, wrapped in his Meryl Streep blanket, sneezes. xavier (continuing, cool as a psychotic cucumber) But it's not like I've never done it before. amy Excuse me? jordan (looking at Xavier with a mix of fear and fascination) How many people've you...? xavier (shrugs, nonchalant) Just a few. 'n' all of 'em deserved it, or wore a uniform, or both... Amy rolls her eyes. xavier Like the first, this ugly sow of a parking cop. Y'know how they're so full of themselves, they got their fuckin badge, they think they're all bad. Well, this one lardass cunt tickets me for bein' in a red zone for like ten seconds. So I'm there in the street arguin' with her 'n' she's just smiling, smug as shit, writin' me up... jordan How old were you? xavier Eighteen. No, seventeen... Finally, I just full-on lost it. I grabbed the bitch by her kinky 'fro and started poundin' her head into the hood of her nice white Parking Pig-mobile. Then I closed the door on her skull a buncha times till she was dead. La Mort. History. jordan No way... xavier Way, dude. There was blood fuckin everywhere. All over me, the car, her little pink ticket book... Amy shakes her head, not believing a word. xavier All these people were gathered around watchin'... 'n' y'know what? Nobody lifted a finger to stop me. In fact, a couple of 'em even started applaudin', rootin' me on... amy (scowling) God, take a reality pill. xavier Hey, I still got the scar... (holds up his left hand as a display) Teethmarks from where the bitch bit me. Jordan carefully examines the scar, which is like the faint impression of a butterfly on his skin. Amy turns away; she's had enough for one night. Xavier kicks back, grinning like a happy demon. xavier Shit, I tell you, those cops are like goddamned savage animals... They drive on. fade to BLACK (3 seconds) hard cut to ext-STOP 'N' GO.the next morning Another blazing, blinding day. The sun shines like a big, all-revealing eye. The Torino slowly grumbles into the gravel lot. int-TORINO.morning Amy (in way chic Antonioni-esque sunglasses) cuts the engine, turns to Xavier who's in back, picking flakes of dried blood off his bare torso. (Jordan is asleep next to her, curled up infantlike in his swaddling blanket.) amy (holds her hand out to Xavier, sullen) Gimme some money. All Xavier gives her is a wry, sly look. amy (not in the mood for games) Gimme some fuckin money or I'll tear your face off with my bare hands. xavier (smiling, pushing her buttons) Greedy capitalist wench. He fishes a bloodcaked twenty out of his jeans which Amy snatches away faster than a cobra. amy (a sickly sweet smirk) Thanks, hon. She exits. Xavier watches her go like a fox. Resumes removing the blood flakes from his skin... cut to int-STOP'N'GO.morning Oversized CU Three titanic styrofoam cups filled to the brim with black java. Amy's trembling hands pour in about a zillion of those teeny half-and-halfs which create cool Jackson Pollackesque patterns as they dissipate in the hot brown liquid. Then she adds about a dozen sweet'n'lows and sucks down the life-giving brew, like a junkie getting a fix. She lids the coffees and gathers them and their breakfasts - garish pink snowballs, primary-colored candybars, gummi bears, BBQ porkrinds, etc. Takes all the shit to the register. The grouchy-looking IRANIAN CLERK with a turban on his head listlessly rings up her tab. She adds a pak of Hi-NRG Multi-Vitamins to the heap. Two paks. The register goes BEEP BEEP BEEP. Amy decides at the last minute to also get an order of plastic-cheezefood-coated Nachos (which are rotating in a crematoriumlike display case/oven). amy (pointing) ...'n' some Nachos. BEEP BEEP. The Clerk sets a tray of the orange and yellow things on the counter. clerk Six sixty six. Crunching a goo-covered chip, Amy fishes out the blood-crusted bill. The Clerk takes it and makes change, oblivious. jarring cut to VIDEO POV Omniscient HIGH-ANGLE view of the transaction as seen through the all-watching eye of the Big Brotherish behind-the-counter CAMERA. amy (taking her change) Thanks. She collects her stuff and is out the door. cut to int-TORINO.morning (CUT on the cardoor SLAM) Amy sits, distributes the goods. Finally semi-awake, Jordan's already got a stogie smoldering between his lips. jordan All hail the Coffee and Cigarette God. He proceeds to likewise pour tons of cream and (real) sugar into his java. Amy hands a coffee to Xavier (who, being a man (or at least over 21), drinks his black). xavier Where's my change? amy (getting a cig for herself) Drop dead, dunghead. Jordan lights Amy's cigarette as Xavier scavenges through the cache of junkfood. xavier No Zagnut bars? amy (matter-of-factly) Life is a chewy shit sandwich. She drags on her cig and as the caffeine and nicotine hit her bloodstream, she suddenly feels all peaceful. amy Well, what now? xavier Go fetch me some Zagnut bars, wench. amy Fuck you. xavier (tearing into a Snowball) You already have. Amy, exhaling a stream of smoke, looks at Xavier who's chewing on a mouthful of pink coconut ooze. amy What? xavier Fucked me. Jordan is confused, munching on a handful of nachos. Amy glares at Xavier then all of a sudden SLAPS him hard across the face. XAVIER AMY OW. You are such the prick. xavier (to Jordan) Yeah, well, that's not exactly how she phrased it last night. amy You think you're funny? You're not. You're pathetic. Jordan, still not sure what they're talking about, continues chowing down as Xavier begins stroking the tip of his nose with the length of his index finger. He inhales dreamily, runs his tongue along it, like it's a loaded gun. xavier (offering his extended finger to Jordan) Sniff my finger. Jordan looks at Xavier, puzzled. xavier Go ahead. Sniff my finger 'n' tell me it doesn't smell like your little girlfriend's sweet juicy snatch. Outraged, Amy lunges for Xavier, her claws outstretched. Food goes flying everywhere. amy I'm gonna STRANGLE you!!! Xavier laughs hysterically like he's demented. He grabs Amy tight by the wrists, obviously delighted by her fury as she struggles. amy I HATE YOU-I HATE YOU-I HATEYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She spits in Xavier's face and breaks free, fleeing from the car, practically in tears. Jordan, still chewing, just watches the entire spectacle, befuddled. cut to ext-STOP'N'GO.morning Amy runs across the parking lot, through a vacant, overgrown field behind the market. She pauses at an industrial-looking, graffiti-scrawled DWP water main to fumblingly light another cigarette with her shaking hands. She pulls the carcinogenic smoke deep into her young lungs. After a beat and a half, Jordan comes over (still wrapped in his blanket, he now looks more like one of the Sandpeople in Star Wars). jordan Hi. Amy doesn't say anything, paces around, puffing tensely on her cig. Jordan sits down on one of the big, cold rusty pipes. amy He's a liar. Y'know that, don't you? Jordan shrugs. jordan It doesn't matter. Amy adjusts her Monica Vitti darkglasses. Takes another drag. amy Imean, even if I did get together with him, and this isn't saying I did or anything, but if I did, y'know that it wouldn't actually mean anything... Imean, y'know that I really only love you, right? Jordan just looks at her a minute. Drags on his own cigarette. jordan yeah. He smiles a smile that communicates something, everything (or nothing). Then shrugs again. jordan Whatever, Amy. He rises to kiss her sweetly on the cheek. They embrace. amy I wish that we could ditch him someplace, Jordan. Just get rid of him and forget he ever existed... jordan He's not so bad. Imean, he's sorta like us... Lost, like he doesn't fit in... amy He scares me, Jordan. Like I don't know what it is, but there's something...evil about him. jordan Don't be a cornnut. (kisses her on the nose) C'mon, finish your breakfast. Then let's get me some clothes. I feel like a fuckin frat boy in this toga... Amy smiles. Though still wary, she lets Jordan lead her by the hand back towards the car. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to ext-DESOLATION BLVD.day The Torino pulls over, parks on the street in front of the local dairy. A Cow floats high in the air suspended on a signpost. Amy and Xavier step out. amy (to Jordan who, still half-naked, remains in the car) Be right back. Tossing her cig to the baking asphalt, Amy marches off with Xavier trailing behind her. cut to int-THRIFT SHOP Amy and Xavier enter the store, an edgy TRACKING SHOT leading the pair down an aisle of musty clothes. Xavier struggles to catch up to the fuming Amy. xavier What's with you? You act like somebody ate your pet hamster. amy (turns, glares at him) Well, duh. xavier (Mr. Innocent) What? amy I am so pissed at you I could rip your testicles off and staple them to your ankles. What the fuck did you have to tell Jordan for? xavier Tell him what? amy (rolls her eyes) What d'you think, doorknob? That we got together. xavier (either he's truly hurt or just trying to manipulate her) What, are you ashamed or something? Amy stops in her tracks and gapes at him. amy I do not believe you. xavier (all seductive now) Well, didn't you utterly dig it? amy That is not the point... xavier What is the point then? Get it: Guilt is for married, old people. Amy just looks at him. amy You are incredible. You aren't even human, are you? Xavier just smiles, mysteriouslike. amy You're like a life support system for a cock. She exits the frame in a huff. cut to int-THRIFTSTORE.day SERIES OF SHOTS QUICKCUTS as Amy and Xavier try on a variety of er, "fashion statements" assembled from the voluminous vaults of vintage clothing. As the images become increasingly exaggerated and hyper-stylized, the sequence culminates in a flurry of trendy, Euro-Vogue-ish STILLS. intercut with ext-BOULEVARD.day Jordan waiting in the car. He lights up another Death cigarette. cut to int-TORINO.day THREESHOT of our heroes rolling down the open highway, all in new-fangled duds. Amy's outfit is (of course) still black, but a bit more 60s mod (patent leather boots, etc). Jordan's is more colorful, kind of trashed skater, baggy shorts, oversized shirt, that look. Xavier has a fuckedup, nuvo-Western "Beers, Steers and Queers" thing happening. Xavier (admiring his cool new belt buckle) This is so fuckin cher. Lookit this thing. Imean, check it out. Jordan leans over the seat. jordan Lemmesee. He examines the buckle, his face hovering really close to Xavier's basket. HIS POV A bucking bronco goes up and down as Xavier moves the buckle. BACK TO SCENE jordan Wow. (timidly) Can I...? Xavier looks down towards his buckle, smiling. Offers his crotch to Jordan. xavier Be my guest. Jordan gingerly grips the buckle, manipulates it for himself. The bronco goes up. Down. Up. Down. Thoroughly fascinated and delighted, he laughs that way a stoner laughs when he sees something really astonishing (e.g. his own bellybutton). amy (blowing her hair off her face, she takes a drag of her cig) Jesus, it's a fuckin belt. Don't tard out over it. cut to ext-PAYPHONE ON THE BRINK OF PARCHED NOTHINGNESS.day Amy leans against the wall by the lonely payphone, hanging on the receiver. Jordan lights her cigarette then his own as she stares off into the distance, bored and annoyed. AMY Yeah... yeah, Mom. I'll be back in a couple days... AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) I'm looking at the dishes you left in the sink right now, Amy, and let me tell you, it is not a pretty sight. amy (losing patience) I'll do 'em when I get back, alright? AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) And till then I'm supposed to wait for the Health Department to show up and declare the place uninhabitable, is that it?

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