Boogie Nights Page #2

LITTLE BILL:

Do you have a script yet?

JACK:

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day --

Jack is off across the dance floor.

CUT TO:

2 INT. BACKROOM/KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

JACK:

Hey.

DIRK:

Hey.

JACK:

How ya doin'?

DIRK:

Fine.

JACK:

How old are you?

DIRK:

I have a work permit, I got the paper --

JACK:

No, no, no. Not like that.

How long have you worked here?

DIRK:

A month.

JACK:

Maurice give you a job here?

DIRK:

Yeah.

JACK:

How much he pay you?

DIRK:

I'm not supposed to say how much I make.

JACK:

He's a friend of mine --

DIRK:

Well you'll have to ask him.

JACK:

You live around here, Canoga - Reseda?

DIRK:

Um . . . no . . . do you know where Torrance is?

JACK:

How do you get here?

DIRK:

I take the bus.

JACK:

So what do you wanna do?

DIRK:

What?

JACK:

You take the bus from Torrance to work

in Reseda, why don't you work in Torrance?

DIRK:

I don't want to.

JACK:

. . . ok . . .

DIRK:

So . . . you want five or ten?

JACK:

. . . what . . . ?

DIRK:

If you wanna watch me jack off

it's ten bucks. If you just wanna

look at it then it's five.

JACK:

Guys come in, ask you to jack off

for them, ask to see it?

DIRK:

Yeah.

JACK:

Have you done it tonight?

DIRK:

Couple times.

JACK:

And you can do it again?

DIRK:

If you want, if you got ten bucks.

BEAT. Jack extends his hand.

JACK:

I'm Jack.

DIRK:

Eddie. Eddie Adams.

JACK:

Eddie Adams from Torrance. I'm Jack

Horner, Filmmaker.

DIRK:

Really?

JACK:

I make adult films. Erotic pictures.

BEAT, THEN;

DIRK:

. . . I know who you are. I read about you

in a magazine. "Inside Amber," "Amanda's

Ride." You made those --

JACK:

So you know me, you know I'm not full

of doggy-doo-doo --

DIRK:

Yeah . . . .

JACK:

So why don't you come back

to my table, have a drink,

meet some people --

DIRK:

I'd love to but . . . I'm working --

JACK:

You need money, you have to pay the rent --

DIRK:

. . . No . . . I mean, yeah. I need money.

But I don't pay rent. I live at home.

JACK:

Tell me how old you are, Eddie.

DIRK:

. . . I'm seventeen . . . .

JACK:

You're a seventeen year old piece of gold.

DIRK:

Yeah, right.

JACK:

Why don't you come back to my table,

have a drink, meet some people --

DIRK:

I can't do that to Maurice.

JACK:

You're a good worker, yeah?

DIRK:

I'm sorry, I do know you, I know

who you are, I'd love to have a drink

with you and I know you're not full of --

JACK:

-- doggy-doo-doo.

DIRK:

Yeah, yeah. But I just can't

walk out on Maurice. I'm sorry.

BEAT, THEN;

JACK:

It seems to me, beneath those jeans,

there's something wonderful just

waiting to get out --

Jack leaves.

3 EXT. HOT TRAXX NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT (LATER)

The club is closing, Maurice is locking up and turning the lights off out

front. CAMERA hangs around with Buck, Becky and Reed. (Director's Note:

Reference improv. Notes)

Jack and Amber cruise past in his Seville, say so long and head up Van Nuys

Blvd.

They pass Little Bill who walks to his old Station Wagon, rips a parking

ticket off the windshield and gets behind the wheel.

Dirk Diggler exits the club from a side door and heads off --

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