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HOLT:

Oh, crap...here it is...

JULIA:

Don’t watch it. It’ll just make

you crazy.

ON TV:

A ridiculous GRAPHIC spins into relief:

STAR STALKERS!

Followed by the coiffed and heavily made-up ANCHORS of the

show, DEBBIE CALHOUN and MITCH SAVAGE. They do cheerful

banter over a shot from Don’s handicam of Holt taking a swing

at camera.

FREEZE FRAME on the ugliest, most angry shot of Holt.

DEBBIE CALHOUN:

Can you say “anger management

issues?”

MITCH SAVAGE:

Anger management issues!

DEBBIE CALHOUN:

Very good!

MITCH SAVAGE:

I’m Mitch Savage...

DEBBIE CALHOUN:

And I’m Debbie Calhoun...

MITCH SAVAGE:

And tonight we’ll see how a little

jealousy...

27.

Now a shot of Julia and Johnny with their arms around each

other posing for photos...then again the ugly shot of Holt

swinging at Don...

DEBBIE CALHOUN:

Goes a lonnnnng way...

MITCH SAVAGE:

From deep in the “where-are-theynow”

file...the tortured romance of

America’s Sweetheart Julia Myers

and hot-head Holt McLaren...

MITCH AND DEBBIE

On Star Stalkers!

DEBBIE CALHOUN:

Julia Myers and Johnny Cole are

heating up the screen in the new

thriller, Subliminal Velocity...

MITCH SAVAGE:

But Julia’s unemployed real-life

love interest, Holt McLaren put a

damper on the movie’s premiere last

night when he started a fight with

a journalist-

Julia turns off the TV.

JULIA:

Let’s go to Kira’s party and get

really high.

EXT. TOMKAT THEATRE -- DUSK

KAI, the hair farmer who roofied Lucy, walks into the Tomkat.

The marquis proclaims, “NOW PLAYING, SCHINDLER’S FIST”

CLICK CLICK CLICK

Pick up Don taking photos from his pap ride.

Don gets out and enters the theatre.

INT. TOMKAT THEATRE -- DUSK

He pays his money and walks through the turnstile.

ON THE SCREEN:

A bunch of young naked men in a barracks. One of them is

surreptitiously masturbating. His bunk mate sees what he’s

up to. And they’re off...

IN THE THEATRE:

28.

It’s very dark. By the light of the screen, we see Don

watching the movie dispassionately.

Don produces a small NVDV (Night Vision Digital Video) camera

and palms it. It’s so dark we can’t really see, so let’s

play the rest of the scene through NVDV.

He makes his way through the theatre. Huddled figures, some

seated, some standing, engage is various sex acts. Don spots

Kai...another guy is walking away from him through the aisle.

Don sits down near Kai.

DON:

Hey.

Kai doesn’t say anything, just starts rubbing Don’s cock

through his trousers. Don panics.

DON (CONT’D)

Ow!

KAI:

Sorry...you into it or not?

DON:

Uhhhhhm...wanna go somewhere?

KAI:

Here’s cool. C’mon, dude, I’ll do

you so good...

DON:

Um...wanna be with me and...my

girlfriend?

KAI:

Sorry, dude...not into fish.

Don stands abruptly and walks away.

DON:

‘Kay.

INT. DON’S CAR -- DUSK

Don shows the tape of Kai to Lucy. She watches in silence.

DON:

Is he a friend of yours?

LUCY:

No.

DON:

Is he famous?

29.

LUCY:

No, and he never will be.

EXT. KIRA KLAY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Hot valet parking girls sprint for cars. Beemers, rice

rockets, vintage muscle cars, all manner of tight rides pull

up. Beefy security guys chase away paparazzi.

INT. KIRA KLAY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

MUSIC plays throughout: Acid Mothers Temple’s “Psych Drone.”

Actors, directors, models...most of them on the upward

trajectory of their careers, a few on the slippery slope

down. The feeling is aggressively casual, every person aware

that their every move is being studied and summarily judged,

while acting as if they’re just hanging out with their dear

friends.

None more so than Kira Klay and Julia Myers, in the brief

flower at the height of their celebrity. And they huddle at

the center of the party feeling the envy wash over them.

They laugh at each others’ private jokes, clutch each other,

kiss each other...each a narcissistic mirror for the other.

All around the party, a bazaar of drug and alcohol choices;

it’s a frat party with money. Coke over here, tabs of acid

there, E, shrooms, weed, Jagermeister, Chardonnay, Jack

Daniels, beer...

JULIA:

Your skin...

KIRA:

What?

JULIA:

It’s like...glowing! Are you

getting laid?

Kira looks away.

KIRA:

I wish.

JULIA:

Hey, some guy gave me some E.

KIRA:

E...how retro.

Kira just opens her mouth and puts out her tongue like she’s

receiving communion, hands in prayer position. Julia laysthe pill on her tongue. They do their actress-y bi-curious

schtick.

30.

KIRA (CONT’D)

Bless me father...

JULIA:

Watch it, I may try to bugger you.

Kira grabs a beer from a passing young actor dude, washes

down the E.

TIME CUT:

INT. KITCHEN

Holt zones out looking into the fridge.

CLOSE ON HOLT:

On his face with the glow from the fridge light on it. His

mouth is slightly agape. He’s wrecked.

OFFSCREEN:

Other people try to get inside the fridge, but Holt is frozen

there, looking in to the land of chilled bright bottles. We

see Holt hearing the following exchange...one of those

moments where you can hear perfectly people who think you

can’t hear them at all.

OFFSCREEN VOICE:

Hey, dude...it’s just a fridge.

OFFSCREEN VOICE 2

C’mon, I wanna get a beer.

OFFSCREEN VOICE:

He can’t hear us. He’s cashed.

OFFSCREEN VOICE 3

Hey, it’s Holt McLaren.

OFFSCREEN VOICE:

He was awesome in Another Word For

Love.

We’re still on Holt, no change in his expression.

OFFSCREEN VOICE 2

What’s he been doing since then,

besides selling out?

OFFSCREEN VOICE 3

He’s been in fronta this f***in’

fridge!

They all laugh. Holt does not move.

31.

INT. KIRA’S DOWNSTAIRS BEDROOM

Holt staggers in, the California King bed is covered in

coats. Beautiful coats from Barneys and Fred Segal. Coats

of new money.

He looks at the coats with longing. Then he falls on to the

bed, burrowing deep into the coats, until he disappears into

a pile of shearling and vintage leather.

INT. DON’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

From above, Don’s bed.

A dirty Bed, Bath and Beyond comforter. Next to him, Tristan

is curled, asleep.

Don’s face is obscured by a copy of Celebrity Skin. He stopson a picture. One hand goes under the covers. The magazinelowers slightly, revealing Don’s face, beginning to give over

to some kind of flatlined ecstasy.

The dirty covers move rhythmically. We CRANE UP and away

from the bed.

INT. LUCY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Looking down on Lucy’s bed now. Lucy is lying down,

literally surrounded and almost buried in tabloid headlines

and pictures...she has all the mock-ups in bed with her,

working. The graphic, soulless Prince Tyreese pics next to

pictures of pregnant stars, fat talk show hosts, Elvis

pics...

She moves one aside and now she’s looking right up at us.

She looks small and lost in the sea of tabloids. She stares

into CAMERA for an uncomfortable moment.

She puts both hands to her face, as if to hide.

INT. KIRA’S DOWNSTAIRS BEDROOM

Kira and Julia enter the bedroom, both gakked on E.

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