Dirt Page #3

IN AND OUT OF THE LIGHT

Holt rummages through the food table and, as carefully as a

jewel thief, slips food into his jacket pockets.

TIME CUT TO:

IN THE DARK:

At a cocktail table, Lucy slides in beside Holt. Why wouldshe waste her time with cold-as-ice Holt McLaren?

LUCY:

Hi, Lucy Spiller. NOW Magazine?

They shake hands.

HOLT:

Right, nice to meet you.

LUCY:

You too. Sorry about earlier.

That photographer’s a nutjob.

IN THE LIGHT:

Julia listens to Johnny droning on.

IN THE DARK:

Holt and Lucy lean in to hear one another.

LUCY (CONT’D)

I would love to do a feature on you

some time...”The Actor’s Actor.”

Holt gobbles up the attention, but remains self-deprecating.

HOLT:

“Actor’s Actor?” Isn’t that a nice

way of saying “chronically

unemployed?”

14.

LUCY:

We’ll just have to find the right

thing to do together.

She smiles enigmatically.

LUCY (CONT’D)

Or the right reason.

Holt looks at her quizzically...

IN THE LIGHT:

Julia squints into the dark, sees the back of Lucy walking

away.

Johnny Cole drunkenly takes off his shirt. Flexes down.

Points to his nipple.

JOHNNY COLE:

And she f***ing pulled the nipple

ring out with her teeth! Look,

it’s shredded, right? Like a

f***in’ snake tongue!

High fives and fist bumps all around.

IN THE DARK:

Holt sits on the sidelines, several Rolling Rocks down,

glowering over at Johnny and Julia.

Holt slips his foot back and forth, feels something on the

bottom of his boot. He reaches down and peels off...

DON KONKEY’S BUSINESS CARD

He looks at it for a moment, puts it in his coat pocket.

IN THE LIGHT:

Julia finally looks openly bored, rolling her eyes and

sticking out her tongue. She makes her way over to Holt,

saying thank you and fake-smiling to all her well-wishers.

IN THE DARK:

She sits next to him. She looks over at Johnny Cole, who’s

now busting full crazy martial arts moves.

JULIA:

What an a**hole.

HOLT:

Gee, you think?

15.

JULIA:

Easy there, Tyson.

HOLT:

I’m sorry I ruined your premiere.

JULIA:

Are you kidding? It took their

minds off the movie, which sucks.

HOLT:

You were great, though.

JULIA:

You just love me.

Holt shrugs, resigned.

HOLT:

Yeah, I guess I do.

JULIA:

You can do better than that.

She takes his hand and guides it under her dress and between

her legs.

HOLT:

Don’t you think we’ve been in the

news enough for one night?

JULIA:

You think anyone here sees anything

but themselves? Besides, it’sreally dark in here...

HOLT:

It is. And wet.

JULIA:

Make me come.

They sit there for a moment. The MUSIC thumping, Holt

concentrating, Julia fluttering, then closing her eyes...

An AGENT walks by.

AGENT:

Great performance!

Julia opens her eyes.

JULIA:

Thanks.

16.

Julia and Holt both laugh. Beat, then Julia looks

surprised...

JULIA (CONT’D)

Oh, God...

She turns to Holt.

JULIA (CONT’D)

Oh, God...I’m coming.

INT. DON’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Pretty much the apartment you would expect from Don. Filthy.

A giant cat condo fills a corner of the place, covered in

shag carpet.

And piles of PHOTOGRAPHIC PRINTS. Leaning against the wall,

stacked in piles. They’re blurry, beautiful, disturbing,

exceptionally provocative. Somehow deeply spiritual and

sensual. These are Don’s other photos. On each photo, inhis crazy scrawl, stories are written on the negatives, aworld is created.

This is the work of an obsessive: He can’t help but make it,

and as such it fits at least one definition of real art; it’s

essential to the survival of the person making it.

Don holds his cat, TRISTAN, on his lap. Tristan is in bad

shape, his small cat body wracked with cancer, hair thinned

by chemo and radiation.

Tristan looks back at Don dolefully.

DON:

You’re okay, Tristan...you’re

okay...you’re okay, buddy....you’re

okay ...that’s right, Tristan,

that’s my buddy...

He places a pill at the back of Tristan’s throat, then closes

the cat’s mouth and massages his throat.

DON (CONT’D)

You’re okay, buddy...

INT. LUCY’S HOUSE -- MORNING

Lucy wakes up. There’s a SNORT next to her. A long-hairedROCK GOD-looking dude is asleep next to her. They’re both so

naked. He is early 20s, look-of-the-moment beautiful.

LUCY:

Oh God ohgodohgodohgod...

17.

She quietly disengages from the Rock God. He SNORTS again,

making her jump. She reaches into the back of her drawer and

pulls out a stun gun.

LUCY (CONT’D)

Hey!

Rock God SNORTS again, this time Lucy is undeterred.

LUCY (CONT’D)

HEY!!

He wakes up and sees her leveling the stun gun at him. He

flips his long hair back reflexively.

ROCK GOD:

Whoa...Sinead...what are you doing?

LUCY:

Sinead?

ROCK GOD:

You were so awesome...

LUCY:

I don’t know who the f*** you are

or what the f*** you’re doing in my

bed, but you have sixty seconds to

get the f*** out of my bed and out

of my house.

ROCK GOD:

Sinead...honey? It’s Kai...from

Velvet?

LUCY:

I don’t know what any of that is.

ROCK GOD/KAI

The club? Where we met?

LUCY:

I have never seen you before. Just

get out.

ROCK GOD/KAI(as if this will clear

everything up)

You took my pants off on the dance

floor?

Lucy brandishes the stun gun.

LUCY:

Twenty seconds.

18.

ROCK GOD/KAI

You said you could help my

band...Student Driver?

She nails him with the stun gun.

ROCK GOD/KAI (CONT’D)

AAAAHHGGGH!

Drops him like a bag of hammers. He recovers and cowers from

her. Gathers his clothes.

LUCY:

Go.

He runs from the house.

Lucy breathes heavily, shaking with emotion.

INT. VETERINARY ONCOLOGIST OFFICE -- DAY

DR. LUSK, the veterinary oncologist, applies radiation to

Tristan. The radiation gun makes a dull buzz every time Dr.

Lusk fires it.

Don looks on, blank but anxious. Bzzzzzz goes the radiation

gun.

DR. LUSK

Cats do much better with radiation

than humans.

Don nods. Beat.

DON:

How do you know that?

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz...Dr. Lusk fires.

DR. LUSK

Well, for one thing they have fewer

pain sensors.

Don looks at Tristan...his hair is thin and sickly, ears flat

back against his head.

Tristan turns his head and looks straight at Don.

TRISTAN:

I feel that you could have caught

this cancer earlier, Don.

DON:

I do too, buddy.

19.

DR. LUSK

Excuse me?

EXT. THE IVY -- DAY

Ground Zero for unassigned paparazzi. Don stands off to the

side of the other paparazzi, who schmooze and jockey for

position, photographing B-Listers who actually want to be

photographed.

Lucy leaves her car with the valet and starts to go in.

DON:

Hey, Lucy.

She smiles perfunctorily and nods. Pam Anderson gets out of

a car at the valet and the paparazzi swarm her.

Don ignores the activity on the ground. He’s staring instead

at the SKY:

DON’S POV

SFX:
A mass of clouds swirling into a black vortex...SOUND of

STATIC, of HORSES GALLOPING.,.

Don gapes at the sky, wind whips his hair. A few raindrops

of blood fall on his face. He wipes his face and looks at

the blood.

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