Doom Script2

What about your homework? amy Mom, I graduated last June. AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) Oh, that's right. The CLICK of call waiting is heard. AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) Honey, can you hold on for just a second? Amy waits, irritated. She gives Jordan a look. AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) Amy, it's my agent. I gotta go. Amy rolls her eyes. Sighs. AMY'S MOM (VO over phone) Bye hon. Make sure and eat now... amy Bye Mom. She CLACKS down the hangup switch with her left hand, disconnecting the line. Passes the receiver on to Jordan who inserts a quarter and punches in his long-distance code and number. amy (taking a deep drag of her cig) Why did God invent parents? jordan Thought you didn't believe in God... Exhaling a stream of smoke, Amy scowls at him. Jordan looks sheepish for a second, then the line connects. The impossibly cheery RECORDED VOICE of JORDAN'S MOTHER is heard. JORDAN'S MOTHER (VO over phone) Hi, friends and neighbors! You've reached the Whites. We can't come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and we'll be sure to call you right back. Have a terrific day. BEEEEEP. jordan Hi, uh, Mom, Dad, it's...me... I'm uh, sorta takin' a little vacation with Amy and uh.... CLICK, BZZZZZ. The line goes dead. jordan (left holding the buzzing receiver) Fuckin machine hung up on me. Amy looks at him like "So?". amy (yawns) I'm thirsty. cut to int-ROADSIDER DINER.day CU KUNG FU FIGHTER VIDEOGAME in progress, complete with hilarious cheezoid battlecry and kickboxing SOUND FX. Jordan is playing (with tons of body english) as Amy stands idly smoking beside him. They're in a diner that's flatly, bizarrely lit like Arnold's in "Happy Days". Behind them, there's an incredibly stacked BLONDE shooting pool with a beer-guzzling caveman BIKER. While in the deep-focused BG, Xavier is ordering drinks at the counter. He checks out the menu overhead. xavier Two Buds and a DietCoke. Extra-large. The BARMAID (who has an absolutely tremendous B-52 hairdo) gives Xavier the once-over. BARMAID Y'got I.D. there, studly? She bats her ultralong fake eyelashes at Xavier who smiles coquettishly. Jordan loses the game, BANGS on the machine with his fist. jordan Shit. amy (tensely pulling on her cig) Jordan, we need to talk. Jordan slips another quarter in. jordan 'bout what? amy (getting pissed (probably her speed's wearing off)) Would you listen to me 'n' forget about that dweeby game for a second? She stands between him and the videogame. jordan Hey. amy (refusing to get out of the way) Jordan... jordan Sheesh, Amy, what's the national emergency? amy (urgent whisper) Jordan, kindly pull your head out of your rectal region, will you? We're accessories toÊtwo homicides. Doesn't that concern you in the fuckin least?! Jordan looks at her. jordan (shrugging) well, yeah... Jordan stands there for a hapless moment interrupted by blonde (BRANDI) Kitten? Kitten, is that you? Amy and Jordan turn to see the statuesque Blonde coming at them. AMY (rolling her eyes) oh God. brandi Kitten? Don't you recognize me? It's me. Brandi. Your eternal loveslave. amy (not in the mood for this shit again) Look. Lady, I don't know who you-- brandi (pointing at Jordan) Has this guy shot you full of dope and brainwashed you like the others?? (grabs Amy by the shoulders, shakes her) Honeycakes, it's me. Me.... Jordan just watches, stonedlike. amy (struggling to break away) Let me go-- brandi I know it's you. I can tell by your perfume. (starts sniffing Amy like a dog would sniff another's butt) amy (a fedup shriek) GET YOUR FUCKING CLAMMY HANDS OFF ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!! Brandi's Biker companion wraps a heavily tattooed, muscled arm around Jordan's neck to keep him from interfering. Jordan gulps. Taken aback by Amy's outburst, Brandi pulls a huge SWORD from out of her hip-high boots. brandi (pointing at Jordan) He's kidnapped you, hasn't he? And he told you he'd kill you unless you act like you don't know me... Jordan just gives a "who, me?" look. The Biker tightens his stranglehold. BRANDI Well, don't fret, darlin'. Brandi's here now. I'll save you from this heathen... (lifting her sword) I'm gonna lop his dick off like a chicken head. Now Jordan is plain scared shitless. He tries in vain to wriggle out of the Biker's vise-grip. SUDDENLY a beer bottle is SHATTERED against the Biker's boulderlike skull. It's Xavier, coming to the rescue once more. xavier I can't leave you guys alone for a minute, can I? Jordan gives the Biker a swift kick in the balls as Xavier grabs a nearby pool cue, facing off with Brandi who brandishes her sword like some Amazon samurai. The scene degenerates into a cheeseball ACTION MONTAGE like Obi Wan and Darth Vader dueling in Star Wars (or Patrick Swayze barroom-brawling in Road House, for that matter...). Brandi takes a murderous slice at Jordan. Xavier takes a swing at her with his pool cue. Amy tosses a chair at the Biker (which misses). The Biker punches Jordan across the jaw and Amy jumps him. etc.etc.etc... Then, as if the movie itself is getting bored with all this, the FILM (with the aid of hip OPTICAL EFFECTS) JUMPS OUT OF THE GATE AND BREAKS. The picture STOPS and there's a totally BLACK SCREEN for 10-15 seconds. This is accompanied by the OS sound of scattered HECKLING and JEERING from an unseen disgruntled audience... Finally, the film STARTS UP again. Slowly at first, the picture and sound both WARBLING, DISTORTING, taking a second or two to get up to full-speed. The action resumes with Amy, Jordan and Xavier scurrying for the door, knocking stuff over on their way out. This is followed by an Eisensteinian REACTION SHOT, a CU of the B-52ed Barmaid SCREAMING with horror. The Biker is spread-eagle on the pool table, with Brandi's sword inadvertantly buried up to the hilt right smack dab in his crotch. He's going through his obligatory death spasms as blood comes spurting out like wild red ejaculations. Brandi stands over him, looking on helplessly. braNDI (tears streaming down) Bruce. Oh God, Bruce... I'm sorry... But that was Kitten. I know it. I know it was her... Bruce makes his final GLUG-GLUG and expires. brandi Bitch. I'm gonna find her... And I'm gonna kill her. cut to DRIVING POV.day The industrial wasteland plains barrelling by. amy (OS) This is getting fuckin ridiculous. xavier (os) Hey, y'know that song "Johnny B. Goode"?... int-TORINO.day Xavier sandwiched between the crabby Amy and the peaked-looking Jordan. amy What? jordan (getting blasted by air from the window) I think I'm gonna barf. He leans out of the speeding car and does. xavier (continuing, oblivious) Y'know, that song by that Chuck Berry dude, the "Father of Rock 'n' Roll" from like the 50s? (he starts cracking up) Well, I know this chick who bumped uglies with him once... Amy turns to look at him, half furious, half baffled. amy What the fuck are you talking about? xavier Chuck Berry. This friend of mine from Palos Verdes did him 'n' get this: he's like maximally kinky. Like he digs getting shit on 'n' stuff... amy What? xavier The guy is into having a chocolate log deposit made on his face. amy (shrieking) Shut up! xavier No, really, he gets off on it. There's videotape of it 'n' everything. Jordan looks at Xavier who's totally busting up. jordan I think I'm gonna barf again. (he leans out the window and does (again)) xavier (gleeful) He just like opens wide 'n' goes "aaaaaaaaahh"... amy WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP FOREVER?! Xavier grins as Jordan gulps in the rushing air and Amy tightens her white-knuckled grip on the steeringwheel. crossfade to ext-MOTEL.evening Establishing. Another BUZZING sign, this one featuring a neon diver doing a graceful one-and-a-half-gainer into a neon blue splash. cut to int-BATHROOM.evening HIGH-ANGLE of Xavier sprawled out, soaking his lean, mean sex-machine bod in the coral pink tub. Guzzling a Bud, he soaps his dipstick lovingly, with his free hand. He's singing in time to the rhythm of his sudsy, slippery stroking. xavier (offkey) Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream... Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily... Life is but a dream... cut to int-MOTEL BEDROOM.evening Amy and Jordan lie together on the tacky gold bedspread, sharing a joint in the light of the ugly lamp. She's pressed up soft behind him (in the "male" position), her chin on his shoulder. amy (almost maternal, handing him the j) Feeling better? jordan (managing to nod) mmh. He takes a hit, settles against her, all warm and comfortable. jordan This's so nice. Lying here like two spoons stacked in a drawer.... Amy takes the joint back and has another drag. jordan ... I hope we die simultaneously, like in a fiery car wreck or nuclear bomb-blast or something. amy (looking into his twinkling eyes) You are so romantic. jordan No, for reals. I don't ever wanna have to miss you. Amy takes a disorienting dip into the swimming pools of Jordan's dilated pupils. Smiles. amy Ditto. Finishing the joint, Amy puts it out in a nearby seashell ashtray. Then she leans over and starts kissing him forcefully, which gets both their teenage hormones raging. Their clothes begin coming off... Amy pushes Jordan down on the mattress, totally taking charge. She licks the tip of his nose with her pink tongue and brings her lips to his, but stops just short of actually kissing him. amy (a breathy whisper) Take it out. Jordan, a bit taken aback but very aroused by her aggressiveness, hesitates a second. Then complies. AMY (looking down at his OS dick then staring him back in the eye) Stroke it. Jordan does. Excited. amy Squeeze it. Jordan does. amy (wicked smile) Harder. Jordan does. Lets out a little sigh. amy (devilishly) Look at it. Jordan does. (By now he's really horny.) Amy presses her body against his. amy Put it in. Jordan moves his lower body towards hers but she pulls away. amy (utterly evil) ...when I say OK. She tantalizes him for several moments of pure, exquisite agony. (And it's clear that they're both way into this excruciating little game of sexual powerplaying). Then finally... amy (as seductively fuckable as an 18 year old nymphet can be - which is pretty fucking seductively fuckable) O....................................................................................K. Jordan plunges into her and they go at it with wild abandon, practically busting the bedsprings. Jordan makes mewing sounds like those kittens in animal testing labs. slow, slooooow crossfade to int-MOTEL ROOM.later that night HIGH-ANGLE OVERHEAD of Amy and Jordan, lying there naked, upsidedown, spent in the trashed sheets. They both stare at the ceiling, smoking their requisite post-coital cigarettes. jordan Don't you think sex is totally strange? amy (after a very long slow drag) uh huh. jordan Imean, just the whole idea of it, this tube of flesh gets stiff and inserted in these warm, squishy places... Amy blows a series of smokerings which drift slowly upwards. amy I think maybe it's more powerful than we'd like it to be... jordan (exhaling a lazy stream of smoke) It's fuckin trippy, that's for sure. amy It's kinda like eating spaghetti. jordan (laughs, looks at her) Why? Amy just shrugs, like she doesn't know. Jordan smiles. jordan You are so great. (gives her a tender kiss on the forehead) Hey, that reminds me. I'm hongry. amy (lying back in the warm covers) You're always "hongry". Jordan rolls out of bed, starts pulling on his pants (sans underwear). jordan That's cuz I'm a growin' boy... I'm gonna walk to the AM/PM 'n' get some Shrimp McNuggets or something. Want anything? amy More cigarettes. jordan ("husband" voice) "Yes, dear"... He smiles at Amy as he pulls his shirt on. Amy just looks at him, noticing how unearthly gorgeous he is backlit against the chintzy motel lamp. amy Hey. Jordan pauses. Then comes over, his perfect profile entering her CU. Amy kisses his chin, which by now is shadowed with pubescent peach-fuzz. amy I love you, fucker. Jordan beams. Kisses Amy back, once on each eyelid. jordan Me too, fucker. They kiss some more, smile some more, then he splits. Amy is left lounging in the wrecked bed. She blows a spiral of smoke towards the ceiling and watches it gradually dissipate. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.later that night TV Some wacked-out, heavily perspiring BORN-AGAIN PREACHER and his hideous WIFE hollering for holy handouts. In the dimness, Amy lies crosswise on the bed in her panties (no top). Zombie-staring at the glowing screen, she blows a gumbubble and sucks on a Bud. Xavier emerges backlit from the bathroom, draping a loosely hung towel around his dripping, lovegod-supreme bod. Also quaffing a beer, he announces his presence with a belch. amy (not even bothering to look up) Pig. Xavier stands over her, next to the bed. Looks towards the luminscent blue TV. xavier Whatchawatchin'? Amy shrugs, too bored to even reply. She sits up in the messy sheets. Puts her cigarette out in an oozing, empty carton of Haagen Dasz. amy Hey. C'mere. Xavier sits beside her on the bed, the towel modestly covering his dick like a tarpaulin. amy Closer. He edges his way over, managing to keep his towel on, till he's right beside her. Amy (innocently wicked) I wanna play a game. She reaches out and places her hands around his warm, still moist neck. amy I'm gonna start counting. If you crack a smile before I get to eight, I get to strangle you. If you don't, I have to do anything you say. xavier (grinning, clearly up to the challenge) Alright. It's a test. A battle of intimidation between the hardheaded pair. (It's also, of course, outrageously erotic.) amy (beginning the countdown) one. two...... ...three......... They're staring each other dead square in the eye. A contest of their twin stubborn wills... amy four. five........ six... ......................seven... ......seven-and-a-half...................................................... Xavier breaks out into a huge, very sexy grin (it's like he totally wants to lose). xavier (offering his throat, in another, more dangerous game) You win. Go ahead. Amy looks at him: his eyes are wild with anticipation. It's like the very idea of her killing him excites the hell out of him - and it gets her pretty hot too. She slooooowly begins tightening her grip around his larynx and he doesn't flinch at all - it's apparent that he's testing her limits, daring her. Amy meets his challenge and squeezes tighter... His oxygen decreasing, his head growing light, Xavier still will not back down. Neither does Amy. In fact, she's getting into it. They're both into it. And they're both totally, amazingly turned on by it... Finally, at the very last possible moment before Xavier would lose consciousness, Amy releases her hold and kisses him with terrifying passion, knocking him down on the bed. xavier (choking for air) ...you chickenshit bitch..... They go at each other voraciously. cut to int-AM/PM.night VIDEO POV Another HIGH-ANGLE omnipotent CAMERA-EYE watching as Jordan removes his shrimp nuggets from the BUZZING microwave. He pops one of the piping hot things into his mouth, strolls over to pay the OS CASHIER. (FILM) Jordan, at the counter, notices a display of glow-in-the-dark YOYOS next to the register. jordan ... 'n' I'll take one of these too. He picks out a yoyo. OS cashier Six sixty six. Jordan hands over a crumpled, bloodstained bill. Pops another shrimp nugget. jordan (collecting his change) Thanks. Have a good night. He gives a polite smile and exits the store. cut to ext-AM/PM.night He steps out into the tepid night beneath the garish overhead fluorescents. Chewing on greasy shrimp, he looks around at his desolate surroundings. Takes his yoyo out of the box. Plays with it. It goes up and down a few times. He pops another shrimp nugget and disappears into the inky darkness. back to int-MOTEL ROOM.night Amy and Xavier totally engulfed in their delirious debauchery. They part, gasping for breath as they plummet into the infinite depths of each other's eyes. xavier hey... amy hey what? xavier D'you wanna... would you.... amy What? xavier What would you say if I asked you to... (really sexily licking her chin) ... suck my cock?... Amy cracks up, a bit nervous. amy ... d'you want me to? Xavier closes his long-lashed eyes, imagining... xavier (the syllables dreamily floating from his full lips) uh huh. Amy is a hostage of his sexual magnetism and her own desire. amy I want to. I really do... xavier (super-seductive) ....yeah? amy Only.... xavier ...only what?... amy I, uh... (as she looks away and actually blushes, it becomes heartbreakingly apparent what a little girl she really is) .... I never... I've never done 'that' before. Xavier grins, utterly delighted. xavier It's alright. I don't mind beginners. (looking towards his (of course OS) cock) ...and neither does he. Amy laughs, her uncomfortable awkwardness relieved. Xavier holds her angelic face in his hands like a priest giving communion. xavier Just take it sloooooowly.... (he ever-so-softly kisses her lips) ... and enjoy yourself. Amy looks into his penetrating gaze, quivering with anticipation. She inexorably sinks lower, out of the frame as Xavier shuts his eyes and suspends his breath..... CU Xavier's face as he savors each and every mindblowing sensation. This goes on for several awesomely pleasurable moments until he reaches down and grabs Amy by the hair, lifting her face back up to his. He kisses her ferociously. Out of breath, they're fighting for space in a super-tight TWOSHOT. xavier I love being able to taste my own cock in your mouth. They kiss again, going for it, heading towards a mutual orgasm that will blow the moon out of orbit. Only Xavier suddenly hesitates. amy (hardly wanting to stop now) ...what?....what is it? xavier What's Jordan's like? amy What? xavier Y'know, his engorged member. His tumescent love missle. His throbbing purple meat scepter. amy (laughing) Why d'you wanna know? xavier I dunno. (he very erotically licks her lips) I'm curious. amy (embarrassed like) It's...alright, it's fine. xavier What d'you mean 'fine'? Is it the size of vienna sausage or like a baby's arm? Is it cut, uncut? Does it lean to the left, right, in a southeasterly direction? Is it curved, straight, split in half, shaped like a fuckin corkscrew, what? Amy laughs. amy What difference does it make to you? xavier Does he plunge it into you deep and long and slow like this?... (demonstrating with his own pelvis) ... Or quick and short and shallow like a jackrabbit? (another demonstration) Amy, by now, is totally busting up. xavier Does he make noises like this?... (starts grunting like a pig) ... Or this? (growls like a grizzly bear in heat) Oh, I know. I bet he's a whimperer. ("ooo-ooo-oooo"ing like a girly virgin) amy (between laughing fits) Would you kindly stop babbling and fuck me already? cut to ext-MOTEL ROOM.night Outside, peering through the dirty window, Jordan watches Amy and Xavier madly copulating. Crouching there in the shadows, still gripping the glowing yoyo, he finds himself inevitably, inexplicably turned on. He furtively looks around, then undoes his pants, taking his own thing out. Of course, it's so dark that we can't really see anything - except for the phosphorescent yoyo going up and down - slowly at first then gradually faster and faster... intercut SERIES OF SHOTS Amy, Xavier and Jordan framed in increasingly tight, sweaty CUs which build, build, build in intensity, until they simultaneously reach an absolutely stupendous, godhead climax. cut to BLACK (4 seconds) (phew.) SOUND PULLOVER OS footsteps, crunching on dirt, trompling over grass... cut to ext-AN UTTERLY BLEAK VACANT LOT.night His figure tiny in the immense frame, Jordan slowly trudges across a vast field of dead grass, his figure tiny in the immense frame,playing with his fluorescent yoyo beneath a skyful of icy blue stars. It's an image of indescribable, melancholy beauty. A weird, sad, transcendent moment. crossfade to int-MOTEL ROOM.still later that night It's way, way late (as in the darkness before the dawn). The door opens, real slowly, like whoever's doing the opening is trying be as silent as possible (though the hinges CREAK uncooperatively). Jordan peers in. HIS POV Amy, in bed, waiting up for him. Wearing nothing except a really old Front 242 t-shirt (his). She's pensively chainsmoking, blankly watching a Hair Club For Men COMMERCIAL with the sound off. Beside her, Xavier is totally conked out, SNORING loudly and rhythmically. She looks up, her eyes meeting Jordan's. BACK TO SCENE Jordan comes in, quietly shuts the door. amy (exhales a stream of smoke) Where you been? Jordan looks at the yoyo still in his sweaty palm. jordan (a barely audible murmur) Nowhere. amy I was worried about you, dufus. Jordan shrugs. jordan Sorry. A frozen, awkward moment. They're both weirded out, unsure of what to say... Finally, Amy wearily sighs. amy Come over here. Jordan, very slowly, does. He sits on the mattress next to her. There's more uncomfortable silence. amy (a fumbling explanation) Y'know...just because he and I... (indicates the snoring Xavier) It doesn't mean that I'm like really all that...whatever.... jordan (they speak the same inarticulate quasi-language)) I know. They look at one another and smile. Amy takes Jordan in her arms and gently pushes Xavier's inert form over which reduces the decibel level of his snoring at least a little. Then she and Jordan curl up for the night, huddling together like two scared kids stranded in the snow. long, romantic fade to BLACK (3 seconds) cut to A harsh, jarring SERIES OF SHOTS Blurry, grainy STILLS of Amy and Jordan each buying food, supplies, etc. Blown up from in-store video-surveillance camera footage, the images have an unsettling, hostage-photo quality to them. More STILLS, of the bloodstained money. Extreme CUs of their red, crusty fingerprints. godlike authoritarian vo This is the currency we've linked to the December 17th QuickieMart robbery/homicide in Tarzana... A MAP OF CALIFORNIA appears. Red spots form a connect-the-dots trail like zits on a pubescent face. godlike authoritarian vo Bills have been recovered from 7-11s, AM/PM Minimarts and fastfood establishments throughout the state. The suspects - a paramilitary brigade of three youths, two males, one female - appear to be on a freewheeling crime spree heading north. We've run a fingerprint check through the Mother Computer in DC and thusfar have ID'd one of the suspects... A PHOTO of Amy appears - so blurry, degenerated and out-of-focus, it could pass for the arty, enigmatic cover of a This Mortal Coil record. godlike authoritarian vo Amy Blue. Age: eighteen. Height: five-one. Weight: ninetytwo pounds. Hair and Eyes: Dark Brown. Cumulative SAT score: six-hundred, sixtysix... The slide show over, the lights come up and we cut to int-CONFERENCE ROOM.day It could be FBI Headquarters or the meeting room of the Elks Club. A SCARY FBI GUY - wearing an eyepatch, thumping a pointer stick in the palm of his hand - looms over the solid oak table, resembling a junior high principal or your local child-molesting politician. FBI GUY (owner of AUTHORITARIAN VO) ... Should be considered armed and dangerous. Amy Blue. Gentlemen, I want you to find her. And if necessary... Kill her. cut to int-MOTEL ROOM.day CU Amy's doll-like face looking utterly radiant as she slumbers, suffused in the hazy sunlight. PULLBACK revealing Jordan, still in his rumpled clothes, awake in the messy bed, watching Amy and Xavier sleep. The room, all moody, mysterious and foreboding by night, is just gross and cheaplooking in the harsh glare of day. Leaning over, Jordan gently nuzzles the side of Amy's face, nibbling on her ear. She stirs which makes him smile. Her eyes flicker open. jordan g'morning. He goes to kiss her puffy lips. amy (pulling away) Don't kiss me. My breath is like totally skanky. He smiles, kisses her anyway. amy blecch. Wait till I brush my teeth. He looks at her, his eyes filled with love (or some reasonable facsimile thereof). JORDan Hey. Know what? amy What? jordan This is the first time we've ever slept together and woken up together. In a real bed, Imean... Amy has to smile at this. amy You are the bright red cherry on top of my sundae. (gives him a peck on the forehead) Goofball. She goes to get out of bed, climbing over Xavier who's likewise just awakening. xavier (her elbow in his eye) OWfuck... amy (vigorously mussing his already fucked up hair) Rise and shine, monkeybutt. Xavier moans, way hungover as Amy pops out of bed and heads off to the john. Jordan leans over, starts trying to wake him up, but Xavier rolls over. Undaunted, Jordan continues to torment him, making his hand into an arachnid crawling along the nape of his neck. jordan (singing into his ear) The teensy-weensy spider went up the waterspout... xavier (burying his head under his pillow) I have died and gone to hell for my sins. jordan C'mon, man. It's the Dawning of A Brand New Day. Xavier removes the pillow from his face and looks Jordan squarely in the eye. xavier Suck my stump to a bloody lump. He reaches for his morning cigarette. xavier (lights up and passes the pack to Jordan) S'what happened last night? A Mayonaisse-on-twat? jordan (having a bit of difficulty getting his cig lit) huh? xavier (exhaling smoke) A Mayo-on-twat. Y'know, a three-way. A double-stuff E.T. finger-touch... jordan What? Xavier stretches the kinks out of his lithe, naked, muscular body. Xavier Y'know in E.T. where the kid and E.T. touch fingers and go "ouch"... (performs a demonstration with his index fingers) JORDAN (smiles bashfully) Shit, you musta been wasted... xavier (takes a pull of his cig) Ever done that? jordan Y'mean like have sex with two people at the same time? xavier (suddenly all velvety seductive) uh huh. Jordan blushes (now he really is embarrassed). jordan no... xavier (like he's telling a dark secret) It is the fucking best, man. (his eyes lock onto Jordan's and won't let go) You start building up this momentum, this rhythm, y'know like a piston engine... And as you're all poundin' away, your balls are slappin' against the other guy's 'n' you can actually feel his cock through the girl's insides... Jordan, hanging on Xavier's every sex-soaked word, swallows, like gulp. xavier I tell you, it is absolutely... (the syllables drift out of his mouth like smokerings) ... cat... a... clys... mic. Jordan is like a bird being hypnotized by a snake that's about to swallow him whole. But the OS toilet FLUSHES, breaking the spell, and Amy re-enters the room. amy (looking around for her panties) What're you two homos gabbing about now? Jordan, feeling somehow guilty and weird, looks to Xavier who pulls Amy's black panties out from under his bare ass. xavier Lookin' for these? amy (reaching for them) Thanks. Xavier snatches them away at the last minute. And sniffs 'em. amy (horrified) Grotus! He puts the panties on his head and starts bounding around nude on the bed, BARKING like a dog. amy You fuckface....!...... Jordan, kicking back in the bed, watches Amy chase the barking Xavier around the room like it's some Keystone Kops one-reeler. jordan (a stoner smile on his face) You are cracked, man. cut to DRIVING POV.day The pastoral countryside rolling by. An auto graveyard piled high with twisted, rusting metal corpses. Something hard like 1000 HOMO DJs' "Hey Asshole" blasting on the stereo. xavier (VO) I had the freakiest fuckin dream last night. int-TORINO.day Amy, Xavier and Jordan consuming their on-the-road breakfast of coffee and Oreos. jordan Yeah? What was it about? Xavier munches on a cookie, the wind blowing his hair. xavier I forget. I just remember it was really freaky... He pops another Oreo into his mouth. Amy gives him a "what-ever" look. A beat. xavier Have either of you ever had sex with an animal? amy What?? Jordan busts up. xavier Have either of you done it with an animal? amy (smirk) Just you. xavier Har har har. No, really... jordan Have you? xavier Well, when I was a kid, we had this golden retriever named 'Honey'... amy I do not want to hear any more of this story. xavier What, she was a consenting adult... Amy rolls her eyes, closing the subject to further discussion as Xavier chews on a mouthful of Oreo. They drive in silence for another beat. jordan I fucked a cantaloupe once. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to DRIVING POV.later that day Past a nuclear power plant, throbbing like the heartbeat of the Apocalypse Monster. More industrial CLANG-AND-BANG on the radio. jordan (VO) This song always reminds me of Scooter... int-TORINO.day Jordan gazing out his window; Xavier nursing a Bud; Amy smoking a cig. xavier (after a big gulp) Who's Scooter? jordan He was like my best friend all through high school. One day he brought a gun to physics class and told everyone he was gonna shoot himself in the bathroom. And he did. amy (explaining) He was always depressed, always pulling shit like that, so nobody believed him. xavier (looks first at Amy, then at Jordan) oh. (he takes another swig of beer) Jordan keeps staring into the distance like he's floating a million miles away. jordan Death's funny. Like at first, it's all weird 'n' you're bummed 'n' shit - like this person you're used to hangin' out with all of sudden doesn't like exist anymore. (looks at Xavier) But then you just get over it 'n' move on 'n' hardly ever think about him except maybe once in a blue moon... It was almost for the best. Imean, Scooter was so sad all the time and always gettin' beat up 'n' stuff... Jordan runs his hand through his tangled hair. jordan (continuing) Me 'n' him used to sit in my room, gettin' stoned, listening to the Smiths. Like he was over the night before he killed himself 'n' right in the middle of "Unloveable", he just started cryin' like crazy... (beat) He was really into the Smiths. Xavier finishes his beer. Burps. xavier Yeah, well, Smiths fans tend to die young. They drive on wordlessly for a moment, contemplating this phenomenon. The music keeps playing. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to DRIVING POV.later that day The open highway shooting through the blistering desert plain. Miles and miles of vast nothingness rocketing by as raucous METAL-INDUSTRO-NOIZE blares. xavier (vo) I am sooooo wasted.... int-TORINO.day The drunken trio youthfully frolic, the wind cascading through the open windows. xavier Wasted! Shitfaced. Plastered. Snockered. Obliterated. Swacked. Blotto! (a shit-eating grin on his face) Happy. Happy, happy, happy. Jordan kicks his heels up on the dash. jordan I'm feelin' pretty blissed myself. amy (swatting his feet down) Then get your fuckin boots off my dashboard. jordan Hey Amy, remember the time we were so fucked up we lost my mom's car? amy (laughing) After the Thrill Kill Kult concert? jordan (to Xavier, explaining) We were so trashed we couldn't remember where we left the car. We looked and looked and walked around and around... (in hysterics by now) ... but We Could Not Find The Fucking Thing To Save Our Life! amy We finally ended up taking a cab home. jordan Which you puked in. amy Which you puked in! They all crack up. jordan Wait... wait... (holds up his hand, as if about to make an important announcement) He lets out the hugest, juiciest, croaking BEER-BELCH imaginable. amy How revolting. xavier (sudden inspiration) Quick, name the grossest thing you can think of. He points to Amy. amy (on the spot) uh... this guy, Marcus Hu, who sat in front of me in chemistry who had like really bad back-ne, and he used to pop his zits in class, so he'd always have these like red stains all over the back of his t-shirt... xavier (simulates a game show "bad answer" buzzer) BRRRRRRP. He points at Jordan. jordan I, uh, had this sore on my foot once that got like all infected and when I squeezed it, this greenish black juice squirted out. And it smelled like rotten eggs... xavier BRRRRRRRP. Both Amy and Jordan turn towards Xavier who smiles, looking smug as a conductor for the LA Philharmonic. xavier Butthole mucous. Amy and Jordan react with appropriate revulsion. But the trio's fun-and-games is abruptly cut short as Amy sees something in the road which causes her to swerve and SLAM on the brakes (which sends Xavier careening into Jordan's lap.) amy SHIT!-- Too late - they hit something which makes a sickening THUD and go veering off to the side of the road. amy (scared breathless, her fingers gripping the wheel) shitshitshitshitshit.... Both Xavier and Jordan pick themselves up from the floor, shaken up though not really damaged. jordan Amy, what...? amy (leaning her forehead on the wheel) Oh fuck. cut to ext-THE ABANDONED HIGHWAY.late afternoon Sobering up real fast, the threesome warily get out of the car, like they're totally afraid of what they might find. And there, on the baking asphalt is a twitching, bleeding MASS OF FUR - all terrified eyes, twisted broken limbs, whimpering in agony. Amy starts crying uncontrollably. amy oh my God.... Jordan and Xavier just stand there, staring at the pathetic, anguished creature. jordan Fuck... amy (losing it) Do Something. jordan (the sight freaking him out too) Like what? amy I don't know. Something. jordan What, do I look like a fuckin veterinarian? amy Oh God.... Without a word, like a robot, Xavier solemnly removes his switchblade from his boot. This gets Amy even more crazy; she grabs him by the arm. amy What're you doing?! Xavier's face is like a death mask. Jordan pulls Amy off him and she just crumples, bawling on his shoulder. Xavier exits the frame to put the poor, quivering animal out of its misery. amy (choking for air) ...jesusfuckingchrist. Jordan's eyes are riveted on the action that's about to take place over Amy's shoulder, but they reflexively squeeze shut as we hear a final OS YELP that indicates Xavier's taken care of his grisly task. Amy buries her face into Jordan's shoulder, gripping onto him for dear life, while he just stands there, numb. cut to BLACK (4 seconds) SOUND PULL-OVER The OS sound of dirt being shoveled. cut to ext-THE DESOLATE ROADSIDE.dusk Amy and Jordan morosely witness Xavier putting the finishing touches on a makeshift grave. amy (dragging on a cig, staring at the pile of dirt) The world sucks. Jordan, holding her by the arm, says nothing. Neither does Xavier. Amy bends down, removing one of her skull rings from her tiny white finger. Ceremoniously places it on top of the newly-turned mound of earth. She remains crouched there for a long, still moment. Then turns and silently walks past Jordan and Xavier back towards the car. fade to BLACK (3 seconds) cut to int-RECORDSTORE.that night The lighting is so bright and artificial it borders on skin-cancer-inducing. Jordan and Xavier are in the cassette section, stuffing their coat pockets with musical fodder for the neverending road. Jordan picks up a copy of NITZER EBB's "Belief". xavier Bro, snag the import. It's got extra tracks. jordan oh, right. (he pockets the correct one) He wanders over towards the import CDs, where Amy is standing, staring wistfully at a copy of the THIS MORTAL COIL Box Set. jordan hey. Amy doesn't acknowledge his presence, gazing with melancholy rapture at the CD packaging HER POV A CU of the sumptuous Vaughan Oliver/23 Envelope cover art. amy (VO) I just wish I could crawl in here and disappear forever. BACK TO SCENE Jordan gives his girlfriend a quizzical look. jordan Don't you have that at home already? Amy sighs, all sad. amy I miss my records. back to XAVIER who's busily 'lifting more tapes. Running out of room in his jacket pockets, he starts shoving the cassettes down his pants (considering he doesn't wear underwear this is probably pretty exciting for him). At that moment, three incredibly handsome, six-foot-tall GQ CLONES with jutting chins, chiseled features and cut pecs saunter over, eying him suspiciously. gq clone 1 (GEORGE) Well, well, well, men. Lookee here. gq clone 2 (dan) (chortling to GQ CLONE 1) Check out that hot, tight bubble-butt, George. george Oh stop, Dan. I'm gonna pop a boner. gq clone 3 (PAT) (to a tense Xavier) Hey there, sailor. Like your pretty earrings. george Leave him alone, Pat. Can't you see he's a shy, sensitive flower? The GQ Clones laugh as they close in on Xavier. DAN (invading Xavier's proximic space) What's with the pretty earrings, huh punk? You suck cock? Take it up the ass? (to Pat) Looks like we got us a bonafide faggot here, Pat. Xavier, pressure building inside him like a cooker, doesn't say anything. PAT (giving Xavier a manly shove) My bud asked you a question, dollface. Xavier stares his tormentors in the eye, intensely, like he's going to explode into a murderous frenzy any second... Then jordan (os) Hey, X... Amy and Jordan appear on the scene, defusing the potential violence. jordan What's goin' on here, man? The situation somewhat neutralized, George, Dan and Pat back off. But when they see Amy... PAT No way. It can't be... George just stares at Amy in shock. george Bambi? Bambi, is it really you? Amy lets out a heavy sigh. amy Fuck. george It's me. George... your poopsie, your snugglybear. amy Look, smegma-breath. I'm not whoever the fuck you think I am so will you just do me a favor and evacuate? george Bambi, bubula... Don't do this... Amy throws up her hands. amy Fuck This Shit. She storms off. George begins sobbing, out of control. GEORGE Bambi... Bambi... Don't Go. Please... Jordan and Xavier follow Amy out like satellites while Dan and Pat stay behind to comfort their pal. jordan (to Xavier) I just hate seein' guys cry, don't you? cut to BLACK (4 seconds) SOUND PULLUP The OS CRASH of a door being kicked in, wood splintering. cut to int-A HAUNTED ABANDONED STRUCTURE.night The threesome climb through the remains of the rotten door, entering the shadowy recesses. Xavier holds a makeshift torch made from a stray hunk of wood. In the middle of the gloomy squat, illuminated by the flickering flame, they find an old mattress mysteriously left lying on the floor. xavier Dig it. Someone made the bed. Amy bends down, checking it out, running her hand along its smooth surface. She sniffs it. amy I just hope we don't catch crabs or something. She plops down, apparently satisfied with the mattress's hygenic quality. She kicks off her spiky shoes and sighs. Lies there a moment, unhappy and tired, staring at the ceiling. amy (speaking to no one in particular) Life is boring, lonely and dumb. Neither Jordan nor Xavier say anything (apparently they agree). Jordan goes off to gather wood for a campfire and Amy takes out a quarter which she begins idly flipping in the air. Xavier, standing there with the torch, watches her (in the warm, undulating firelight, she looks even more jailbait-irresistable than ever). amy (calls to Jordan, flipping the coin nonchalantly) Jordan, y'want heads, or tails? jordan (returning with a big log) huh? amy Heads or tails? jordan Whatever. amy (makes the decision, points at Xavier) Heads. (points at Jordan) Tails. Amy yawns and flips the quarter high in the air, catching it on the back of her palm. amy (peeking at the coin) Heads. Jordan dumps a load of wood which KERPLONKS loudly on the cold ground. jordan Oh well. Xavier slaps him on the back. xavier Better luck next time, cowboy. Jordan shrugs and taking the torch from Xavier, uses it to ignite the woodpile. jordan There any more beer? amy (who by now is starting to undress) In the trunk. She tosses Jordan the keys, which he tries to catch but misses. He bends to pick them up off the floor. xavier Don't worry. There'll be plenty left when I'm through. Jordan shrugs again. On his way out, he sort of semi-waves to Amy who's prone, waiting for Xavier on the bed. jordan (to both of them) Have fun. cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to int-HAUNTED STRUCTURE.later TIGHT TWOSHOT Amy and Xavier fuck madly in the wavering orange glow of the campfire (it's like these kids never do anything besides eat, sleep, screw, oh, and drive). Xavier, chewing on Amy's perfect porcelain neck, breathes hotly into her ear. xavier gimme your finger... amy (on the verge of one of multiple orgasms) huh? xavier Gimme your finger. Amy looks at him, puzzled. She holds up her index finger and Xavier wraps his mouth around it, essentially giving it a juicy blowjob, leaving the length of it glistening with his saliva. xavier Now stick it up my asshole. amy (horrified) What? xavier Stick your finger up my asshole. amy Repulse me! No way. xavier (begging) C'mon. amy That is the most sickening, grotesque thing I've ever-- xavier (urgent) Do it. Something in his voice convinces her to go along with it (plus, though she'd never admit it, the thought of fingerfucking him fully turns her on). Nervous, tentatively at first, she tries inserting her wet finger up his tight boyhole. When it doesn't go in easily, she gets impatient, straining to jam it up there. xavier OW! Wait. Nice and easy.... amy (by now totally hot) ...sorry. She licks her finger, rewetting it, and getting the hang of it finally, she eases it on down the road. Xavier, his body consumed in waves of sheer ecstasy, closes his eyes. They gradually regain their humping momentum and soon are on their way towards a climax of earthshattering proportions. cut to ext-THE BOMBED OUT RUINS.night The tacky OS SOUND of Amy and Xavier's orgasmic yelping carries through the night air to Jordan, sitting there alone in the frontseat of the parked Torino. He gulps a Bud. Yawns. In a lame attempt to keep himself amused, he pretends his cigarette is a joint and savors a hit. jordan (scat-singing to himself) "Schoobie, schoobie, schmoke a doobie..." He smiles, settling back in the seat. Feels something hard against his ass. Investigating, he pulls an object out from inbetween the cushions. HIS POV Amy's missing skull lighter. With her name carved crudely into the side. BACK TO SCENE Jordan smiles. Then is startled by the THUMP of Xavier hitting the roof of the car with his hand. xavier (buttoning his pants) You're up to bat. A bit dazed, Jordan looks at him, the curling smoke from his cigarette forming cool patterns in the blackness. xavier Don't tell me you hogged all the brewskis... Absently setting Amy's lighter down on the dash, Jordan points towards the two-thirds of a sixer in the backseat. xavier (smiles, grabs a can) Nothing makes me thirstier than a wicked, excellent fuck. (he POPS it open) Jordan gets up but for some unknown reason, pauses... xavier (after a thirst-quenching gulp) Well? Go fer it, boyo. She's all revved up 'n' rarin' to go. Jordan stalls, dragging on his cigarette. jordan (where this one comes from, not even he could tell you) X, do you like slamdancing? xavier (drinks some more) It's alright. 'cept when you get someone's elbow in your eye, or their steel-toed boot in your crotch... Why? jordan (shrugs, fidgeting now, kicking at the dirt) Have you ever, Imean, does it... like all those bodies, all that sweating 'n' pushing 'n' shoving... xavier Does it give me a hard-on? Jordan looks at him. Totally blushes. xavier (a conspiratorial gleam in his eye) Always. The two youngmen exchange smiles, Jordan feeling a great sense of relief. Xavier touches his arm with a very strange, very disturbing tenderness. Their eyes meet for a dizzy, soul-melting moment that lasts a couple of eternities. jordan I, uh, better... (indicating with his eyes that Amy's still waiting) xavier yeah. Jordan starts to walk away; Xavier drinks his beer. jordan Hey, X... Xavier looks at Jordan who's got the dark cavern of the haunted ruins looming behind him. jordan Ever wonder what the meaning of our existence is? Xavier looks at him, like huh? xavier Huh? jordan You ever wonder why we exist? Xavier looks at him some more. xavier No. (takes another swig of beer) What for? Jordan shrugs. jordan No reason. He smiles and wanders away into the engulfing darkness. Xavier watches him go, polishing off his beer. Then notices Amy's skull lighter. He picks it up, starts idly flicking it, on, off, on, off, on... cut to BLACK (2 seconds) cut to int-HAUNTED STRUCTURE.later TIGHT TWOSHOT Same composition as earlier, only now it's Amy and Jordan banging away. jordan (inbetween pelvic thrusts) hey... Amy doesn't answer at first, concentrating on her current orgasm. jordan Hey, Amy. amy (breathing heavy) ...what? Jordan ceases his rhythmic humping. Looks deep into her large, ebony eyes. jordan Y'ever wonder what the meaning of our existence is? Amy looks at him, like you gotta be kidding. amy You gotta be kidding. jordan No really. Don't y'think about it? amy Christ, Jordan. I'm just about to come. Can we talk about this later? jordan (his feelings a little hurt) I guess. He resumes his in-and-out pumping. As they both approach blastoff, Amy licks her finger and her hand inexorably creeps down Jordan's unsuspecting back, lower, lower, grasping his firm, round OS ass... jordan OW!-- Amy gives him an innocent look, like a kid caught with her hand (so to speak) in the cookie jar. jordan Whatthefuck'reyoudoing? amy Relax. You'll like it. jordan I am not going to "like" your finger shoved up my shit-chute. That's grodified. amy (impatient) Jordan, will you please stop being such an uptight prude and live a little? Jesus. Jordan looks into Amy's impossibly sweet, persuasive eyes. jordan I dunno, Amy... amy (devilishly seductive) Take a walk on the wild side. Jordan's still not convinced. Amy kisses him again, softly, super-sensuously... amy Trust me. She's too too sexy for Jordan to say no. Smiling, she ever-so-succulently sucks her finger again, then gently, lovingly, unyieldingly works it into Jordan's virgin hole. The act makes Jordan very uncomfortable at first; he feels violated plus it just plain hurts. But he allows it anyway - for her. jordan (a whimper) Amy... Amy replies with an unspeakably hot, bewitching whisper in his ear. amy Just... re... lax. He tries his best and soon finds his entire body consumed in sensations that totally overwhelm him: he feels like he's either going to spontaneously burst into flames, die right there on the spot, or maybe just experience the most intense squirt of his adolescent life. jordan (begging, barely able to breathe) ...........Amy........ They're working it, grunting, making the noises baby seals make when they're getting clubbed to death. The chipped black fingernails of Amy's left hand dig into Jordan's shoulder as they both ready their quaking teen bodies for an absolutely colossal orgasmic sexplosion. Then... A mouth appears. Licking the point where Amy's fingernails leave indents in Jordan's upper deltoid. Startled, Amy and Jordan turn to find XAVIER his devouring eyes ablaze, like Hannibal Lecter about to feast on a victim. As Amy and Jordan find themselves helplessly caught in his sexual spell, the screen melts into a hallucenogenically erotic THREESHOT as Xavier enters the frame and the fray... The trio don't speak a word instead communicating through a shared, synchronized language of hornified gazing, maneuvering, repositioning. Xavier is, of course, the leader, his pioneer hands and explorer lips blazing trails of pleasure across the vast frontier of Amy and Jordan's pale, fresh flesh. Eventually, they migrate towards a token hetero menage sandwich - with Amy the meat between Xavier and Jordan's slabs of WonderBread. They're all panting, gasping, like they're drowning in a tidal wave... As we FOCUS on Amy, her face contorted with on-the-verge-of-coming ecstasy, we begin to notice gradual traces of discomfort in her features (though admittedly, the two expressions are hard to tell apart). She sighs. Since it's not exactly a cry of delight, both Xavier and Jordan slow their syncopated screwing. jordan what? amy (frustrated) Shit. Xavier and Jordan both reluctantly stop the bone-a-thon. jordan ...what is it? Amy sighs again. amy I gotta pee. Xavier feels the sperm backing up into his dick, threatening to burst his balls. xavier Right now? Amy nods. amy It's not like I want to get up 'n' go out into the fuckin freezing cold y'know, but when Nature calls, it fucking hollers... xavier (a sudden inspiration) Hey. Just go ahead and let 'er rip while we're all coming. AMY OOOOOoooo! JORDAN yeecch. xavier C'mon, it'll be all warm and wet and nasty... amy That is so vile and beastly I can't believe any human being could even conceive of it. She gets up naked out of the bed. xavier Jeez, little Polly Pureheart... amy (pointedly at Xavier) You are a demon from hell. Xavier's only response is a shrug and a wiseacre smile. Amy goes off to relieve her bladder, disappearing into the inky unknown. xavier Girls have no sense of adventure. Jordan looks at him. jordan I guess. The two gorgeous nude dudes are left sitting there alone in the bed for a suspended moment. Jordan can feel Xavier totally watching him which makes him increasingly nervous. He shifts uneasily. jordan She better hurry. My woody's startin' to droop. xavier Mine's not. Jordan looks at Xavier who just smiles. xavier (another inspiration) Wanna have a contest? jordan (bashful, just the thought making him blush) No... More awkward silence. Jordan growing more and more fidgety... jordan Why're you lookin' at me like that? xavier (way evil smile) Like what? Jordan's not feeling very comfortable in his skin at the moment (and it's all he's got on). And Xavier seems to be enjoying making him squirm. jordan Man, what's takin' her so long? Xavier shrugs. Not really in much of a rush for Amy to return. Then SUDDENLY a bucket of water is tossed onto the campfire, extinguishing it with a loud HISSSSSS. The room is plunged into PITCH BLACKNESS and the SCREEN GOES TOTALLY DARK: only the SOUND of the boys' eerily disembodied voices lets us know that the projector hasn't broken down. jordan (vo) Whatthefuck?? Stillness. jordan (vo) Hey.... This isn't funny. More stillness. jordan (vo) What the fuck is goin' on here? (he yelps, practically jumping out of his skin) X? X? Is that you? Xavier just laughs, playfully. jordan (vo) Cut it out, man. Fuck, don't you have a match or something?... xavier (vo) Don't split your scrotum, dude. Imean, what're you so afraid of the dark for? jordan (vo) I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Imean, this is fully creeping me out... Amy, where the fuck are you?... AMY??? Then out of nowhere, a MEGAPHONE-FILTERED VOICE, sounding like it comes from beyond the grave, fills the room. os voice Two little fagtoasts sittin' in a bed, One eatin' ass, the other givin' head. Dirty, pervert scum make me see red. The world'll be a purer place when they're both dead... Utter silence. For a long time. Till finally jordan (vo) (now he's really scared) X, man, if this is your idea of a-- xavier (VO) Shh. They sit petrified in the blackness, listening like frightened deer about to get blown away. jordan (vo) (whispering, losing it) Amy, goddamnit, Where Are You??? xavier (vo) Shut up. More silence. The tension's so intense the air is like vibrating... SUDDENLY Xavier is grabbed, overpowered, struck over the head with something, CLUNK, and dragged away. Jordan, practically shitting his pants, whirls around, flailing at the darkness. jordan (vo) (in a total panic) X? X?? WHERE ARE YOU, MAN?... FUCK!... Hyperventilating, Jordan hears something, an object made of metal and plastic, being set on the ground nearby. jordan (vo) C'mon, guys... turn the lights back on. Stop screwin' around... There's the WHUMPF of something (a body) being tossed onto the bed about three feet from Jordan. jordan (vo) Amy?... X?... And two sets of very strong ARMS grab Jordan from behind. jordan (Vo) (now at last, the scream) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-- Finally, there's the switching on of a STROBE LIGHT which transforms the scene into a fragmented acid nightmare. In the flashing, intermittent starkness, Jordan can see figures moving, ghostlike, kinescopic. He might've just died and gone straight to hell. Behind him, his arms are being gaffer-taped together by two of the recordstore Goons, Dan and Pat. They're both stripped naked, wearing only Red-Hot-Chili-Peppers-style GYM SOCKS on their dicks, their bodies covered with what appears to be animal blood. Beside him, Xavier lies inert, unconscious, bound with tape, his head bleeding at the temple. Before him, George, likewise wearing just a cock sock, materializes out of the gloom. He's dragging along Amy, who is also bound, a big piece of tape covering her mouth. Ritualistically, he unfurls a huge American flag which lands on the ground with an ominous THWUMP. Jordan takes this all in like some ghastly hallucination. George finishes spreading out the flag. Turns on a nearby GHETTOBLASTER. A very tinny and somehow terrifying version of "The Starspangled Banner" begins to play... george (as if it's a pagan ceremony or something) I pledge allegiance... to the flag... He shoves Amy down onto its red, white and blue surface. jordan Leave her alone! Dan and Pat respond by twisting Jordan's arms behind his back, cutting off his circulation. jordan OWw... george ... of the United States of America. He roughly manuevers Amy into a mountable position on the patriotic tarpaulin. She kicks and struggles but her tiny form is easily overcome by the six-foot-tall hunk. JORDAN Leave her the fuck alone!!! Jordan's protests get him a punch in the face from Pat. George tosses his gym sock aside and brutally enters Amy who shakes her head and writhes in agony. As he speaks, his words are cadenced, synchronized to his violent thrusting. george ... And to the Republic. For which it stands. One Nation. Under God... Amy's face is contorted with pure, unadulterated hate as tears of helpless rage and unbearable pain fill her eyes. george Indivisible. With Liberty. And Justice... (coming) For ALL. Jordan is crying, whining like a whipped animal. As George pulls out, Amy takes the opportunity to kick him, hard, in the balls. Mistake. george You fuckin bitch. He belts her across the face. jordan LEAVE HER ALONE! Another sock in the jaw for Jordan. george (losing his whole sack of marbles) You're gonna pay for that, Bambi. D'you hear me? You are gonna pay. He pulls a Nordstroms shopping bag out from the shadows and removes an eighteen-inch-tall, glow-in-the-dark PLASTIC POPE JOHN PAUL. Amy just watches, her eyes wide with revulsion and terror. george (gone pure psycho) Part them succulent meat curtains, darling, and get ready for the religious experience of your life... jordan NOOOOOOOOOOOO! You fucking asshole! Stop it stop it STOP IT!!!!-- Jordan gets slugged again, this time in the gut. The wind knocked out of him, he looks down and finds Xavier, slowly regaining consciousness, moaning like a tormented zombie. Distracted from Amy for the moment, George comes over - his face right up to Jordan's, close enough to stick his tongue down his throat in a unmercifully TIGHT TWOSHOT. george (whispering intimate menace) Just be patient, honey. You'll get yours... Jordan raises his eyes, glaring into George's. Blood from his nose forms a tiny trickle down his face and drips off his chin. jordan That's what your mom said - only I couldn't hear her, she had my sperm gurgling in her mouth... george (if he was over the brink before, he's in outer space now) DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!!! He starts WAILING on Jordan, going totally berserk, his fists pounding into Jordan's frail frame as Dan and Pat hold him up like a steadily deflating punching bag. george (so agitated he can't even speak) You... you... you... Jordan rolls over to one side and vomits blood. george You, dude, are going to DIE. (turning to Amy) And you, Bambi, you lying filthy fucking slut are gonna watch me help your little fairy boytoy shuffle off this mortal coil... He pulls a fucking humongous pair of GARDENING SHEARS out of the Nordstroms bag. Jordan flips, frantically trying to escape, but Dan and Pat have too tight a grip on him. george Prepare to kiss your puny, pathetic homo cock goodbye. Jordan struggles desperately and gets a couple more slugs from Pat for his trouble. Next to him, Xavier stirs, coughing and groaning. George opens the shiny blades and lowers them, a maniacal, almost horny gleam burning in his eyes... Amy, meanwhile, is straining to get out of the tape binding her wrists, twisting her body to get her hands out from behind her... george Any last words, queer? Beaten senseless, Jordan, beyond pain, beyond fear, practically beyond this world already, starts to speak. A bubble of blood comes out of his mouth and pops. jordan .......Amy.... I.....................love......y-- George SNAPS the shears shut and a grisly metal-cleaving-flesh SOUND is heard. jordan --oOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU... Jordan's body convulses like a bucking bronco as Dan and Pat fight to hold him still, blood from between his legs spurting every which way. george Isn't love a many-splendored thing? Jordan's death scream finally rouses Xavier. This is just in time for George to reach down, grab Jordan's severed, bloody organ (he has to tug on it, tearing it, to get it completely off), and stuff it into Xavier's horrified mouth. george Wake up, loverboy. Open wide and say "yummy yum yum". Doesn't that taste good? Your boyfriend's cock? Don't you wanna just SWALLOW IT WHOLE, FAG??? George sadistically crams the hairy, red-dripping dollop of meat down Xavier's gagging throat. Amy, by this point, has managed to get her hands out in front of her and is foraging madly through the heap of Xavier's discarded clothes, his Doc Martens... Finding his switchblade. The next few seconds of strobe-lit mayhem are so blurry, chaotic and insane that it's hard to figure out even what's going on - only that Amy is going completely BONKERS with that big knife, and that there's people SHRIEKING and getting butchered left and right (This bloody slaughter should all spookily and subconsciously recall the likewise-strobelit, SLOMO slamdancing frenzy of the very first scene.). The spasmodic, jagged MONTAGE of ultraviolence reaches a orgasmic crescendo, then abruptly cuts to BLACK (at least 6 seconds) very, very slow fade to DRIVING POV.day Incredible, almost unearthly serenity. The lazy sunlight glimmering off the tranquil, panoramic Pacific. The sky a mute wash of complementary blue. The SOUND of the relentless road, the car engine gradually FADES UP. A DJ's amped-up voice crackling. DJ (VO over radio) ...Well, it's another gorgeous one, dudes 'n' dudettes. We're talkin' air temperatures in the mid-70s, water temperature a luscious 69 degrees, surf three to five feet with fine shape. A most excellent day, kids, for you to have mom write you a note 'n' truck on out to the beach... We CUT on the CLICK of the radio to int-TORINO.day Amy turns the stereo off and stares blankly ahead. Xavier is slouched up against the door on the passenger side. Both are wearing darkglasses. Neither one utters a word as the road goes droning by. They drive in the thundering silence like that, not looking at each other, for a really, really long time.... Finally, Amy removes a Death cigarette from her stash under the visor. Starts searching around for a light. Xavier, on automatic pilot, offers her one - with her own missing skull lighter. Recognizing the lighter, Amy is about to say something, but doesn't (it would require too much effort). She just drags on her cigarette instead. They look away from each other again. After several more interminable seconds of silence, Xavier leans over and pulls a bag of Salsa Rio Doritos out from the floorboard. The sound of the plastic CRINKLING and TEARING, the CRUNCHING of the chips in his mouth are all just incredibly, absurdly loud. Amy, though, just sits there like an ice sculpture, completely oblivious. Xavier looks at her, offers a chip. xavier (his mouth full) Wanna Dorito? Amy makes no reply whatsoever - it's as if she's either deaf or dead. Xavier eventually takes that as a 'no' and goes back to staring out his window. Amy keeps on driving, gazing numbly into the infinite distance, her cigarette smoldering between her pert, pouty lips. cut to ext-THE ROAD TO NOWHERE.day The ROARING WHOOSH of the Torino suddenly passing by is followed by the car slowly, inevitably receding, becoming tiny and dotlike, a greenish-blue speck under the immense, sprawling horizon. Its total insignificance in the vast, indifferent scheme of things is heartrendingly apparent. slow final fade to BLACK (3 seconds) CREDITS roll. the doom generation a heterosexual movie by gregg araki. copyright 1992.desperate pictures ltd. registered WGA/west. all rights reserved. WARNING: this script is not to be reproduced, photocopied, distributed or otherwise pirated without the author's consent. the penalty for doing so is death. property of