Dirt Page #6

KIRA:

You look hot.

Kira takes out a vial of coke and gives Julia a bump.

JULIA:

You look hot.

Now Kira takes a bump. She looks at Julia, for a second it

looks like she’s going to kiss her, but she bursts into

tears.

32.

JULIA (CONT’D)

What? What’s wrong, sweetie?

Kira does another bump.

JULIA (CONT’D)

What? You can tell me, whatever it

is.

KIRA:

I’m f***ing pregnant.

JULIA:

Oh, baby...

She holds Kira. Kira loses it.

JULIA (CONT’D)

Who?

KIRA:

That indie art-house loser Jeff

Stagliano.

JULIA:

Oh, crap...how-

KIRA:

(unhinged, through her

tears)

I met him when they were doing a

retrospective of his films at the

Egyptian...can you imagine a

retrospective of that sh*t?

I’m just so screwed, Julia...

JULIA:

Well, you can always, y’know-

KIRA:

Dude, I am so totally Catholic.

JULIA:

Does he know?

KIRA:

Nobody knows. Except you.

SFX -- A WHITE SCREEN

With an almost-invisible speck of DARK.

33.

The speck GROWS in size until we descend far enough to

realize we are CRANING DOWN, as if from heaven, toward the

bedroom and its contents...descending, spirailing down an

endless white chimney until we can see the outer periphery of

the room, Kira and Julia hugging, the bed...

...And we PUSH IN closer on the bed, on the coats, until we

can see a crack between the coats and see-

HOLT’S EYES

Wide, burning.

We PUSH IN until the eyes fill the screen.

We PUSH IN further, until one blazing orb fills the screen,

and PUSH IN still further, until it is just his pupil and we

SMASH TO BLACK:

END OF ACT ONE:

34.

ACT TWO:

FADE IN:

INT. DON’S APARTMENT -- DAY

Don wakes up, gasps.

DON’S POV

Hovering over the bed, the Sad Cat Man.

Don quickly looks over next to him, Tristan is sleeping. He

looks back and the Sad Cat Man is gone.

INT. DON’S BATHROOM -- DAY

A table lined with pill bottles. Dozens and dozens of them.

Don looks through them. He talks on the phone.

DON:

I...don’t want to come in. I justneed the Zeldox, the Risperdol, the

Zyprexa and the Ariprozole. Whycan’t she just refill them over the

phone? I don’t...want to. I don’t

want to.

INT. KAI’S HOUSE -- DAY

Kai enters and sees Lucy sitting in his living room. He

tries to act cool.

KAI:

Oh, hey...Sinead.

LUCY:

What did you do to me that night?

KAI:

We...went home and...y’know...

Lucy is furious, shaking...She holds up Don’s tape.

LUCY:

The Tom Kat. You don’t like girls,

Kai. What did you do to me, you

sonofabitch? You got about five

seconds before I find a way to make

you a news story and then bury you

for the rest of your life.

KAI:

Okay...okay...I know who you are.

I know you’re Lucy Spiller.

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LUCY:

So what?

KAI:

So you’re a starmaker. I wanna be

a star. I thought if you thought

we were f***ing...you’d want to

help me.

LUCY:

You didn’t actually want to-

KAI:

I’m 22. Look at me. I quitmodelling to focus on my band. I

mean, no offense, but you’re

what...forty?

LUCY:

(quietly)

More or less.

KAI:

You really think a 23 year-old

model’s gonna hit on you just for

sex? People want you for who you

are, for what you can do for them.

Lucy stands up.

LUCY:

Stop talking before this tape finds

its way into the public eye. It

might find its way there anyway.

KAI:

So you’re definitely not gonna help

us-

LUCY:

Shut up, before I bury you.

She stands at the door.

LUCY (CONT’D)

And I listened to your demo. It

sucks.

EXT. THE IVY -- DAY

Holt pulls up outside the Ivy, where Don sits in his blacked-

out paparazzi-mobile with his camera rig. Holt’s window

opens just a crack.

HOLT:

Follow me.

36.

DON:

‘Kay.

Don pulls into traffic to follow Holt. Holt’s car leaves a

luminous rainbow trail behind it.

INT. DON’S CAR -- DAY

Don blinks rapidly, trying to banish the luminous trail. Now

WHISPERING VOICES begin, voices we will come to know.

WHISPERING VOICE ONE

Don! Don! Don! Don! Don!

WHISPERING VOICE ONE laughs, a high and disturbing laugh.

WHISPERING VOICE TWO

You’re a worm...no, you’re

a...paramecium!

WHISPERING VOICE THREE

Don? I love you, Donny. Don? I

love you, Donny. Listen to me!

DON:

No, no, no, no, nonononononono.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS PARKING LOT ROOF -- DAY

The two cars are pulled up alongside one another, like

they’re making a drug deal. Holt looks pained and hung over.

Don is looking a little panicky, trying to stay focused.

HOLT:

...and no matter what, my name can

never be used.

DON:

Your name means nothing.

HOLT:

Thanks.

DON:

They wouldn’t want to use your name

for something like this.

HOLT:

Well, they can’t. No matter what.

DON:

‘Kay.

HOLT:

(from some deep, terrible

place)

(MORE)

37.

HOLT (CONT'D)

And I want some cash and I

want...some kind of good press. I

want stories in your magazines. I

want stories...that make it seem

like I’m getting offers...

DON:

I need to have some idea how big a

story you have...

HOLT:

Big.

DON:

Whether we get it exclusively...

HOLT:

You do.

DON:

And I have to talk to Lucy. For

all I know we already know all

about it.

HOLT:

You don’t. Nobody does.

DON:

They’ll want more than just the one

story.

HOLT:

(cold)

I’ve got as much as they can

handle.

Holt starts to raise his window. Don appears to want to hang

out.

DON:

How’s your big project?

Holt just keeps the window going until Don is staring at

blacked-out glass.

DON (CONT’D)

I’ll call you.

Holt speeds off.

INT. DR. SHAMBAN’S OFFICE -- DAY

DR. SHAMBAN, a pretty and impossibly young-looking

psychopharmacologist, examines Don.

38.

DR. SHAMBAN

And you haven’t been seeing a

therapist?

DON:

Nope.

DR. SHAMBAN

I’m going to recommend very

strongly once again that you see a

therapist. You have the money, you

have insurance. I have a list here.

DON:

If I could just get the-

DR. SHAMBAN

You can’t treat these drugs like a

smorgasbord and just take the ones

you feel like taking, Don.

DON:

‘Kay. Could I just get the Zeldox,

the Risperdol, the Zyprexa and the

Ariprozole?

DR. SHAMBAN

Don, you are one of the lucky

people who have a form of

schizophrenia that’s manageable.

Most people aren’t so fortunate.

DON:

I know.

DR. SHAMBAN

You have to respect the disease and

respect its treatment.

DON:

‘Kay. I’ll respect the disease.

Could I get the Zeldox, the

Risperdol, the Zyprexa and the

Ariprozole?

Dr. Shamban shakes her head. Not getting anywhere.

DR. SHAMBAN

All right. But I want to see you

in three weeks.

Off Don, eyes glued to her prescription pad.

39.

INT. RITE AID PHARMACY -- DAY

Don walks to the pharmacy at the rear of the store. The

VOICES are back.

WHISPERING VOICE ONE

Don! Don! Don!

WHISPERING VOICE TWO

Hey, cockass...hey!...Donny

littledick!

DON:

Am not. I’m average.

WHISPERING VOICE TWO

Hey, dickweed, I can read your

thoughts. And I work for NASA. We

have the satellite pointed at you.

IN THE PHARMACY LINE

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