Elektra Luxx Page #6

He made her wait all day

before she was let into his office.

Your husband is a fool. It's none of

my business if you live with a fool,

but if you wanna see him,

you'll bend to my wishes

...like the precious flower you are.

- You can't do this.

Your husband will rot in that prison

until you give yourself to me.

That will never happen.

Your words, not mine.

Exactly one month passed

with no word from her husband

when her brother was dragged

from his classroom

by the general's secret police.

The newspaper said he was part

of a conspiracy to kill the dictator.

You're tougher than your brother.

We broke him in half a day.

You could help him if you wanted to,

if you weren't so proud.

I think maybe you like this.

Maybe you've never been

touched by a real man.

Don't you wanna know what a night

of passion with a real man can do?

To tell you the truth,

I'm not even mildly curious.

I am the most

patient person I know, Lupita.

You ever read the Bible?

Listen to this.

"I am the door.

By me, if any man enter in,

he shall be saved."

That's St. John.

You can be like St. John

and be that door for me, Lupita.

Let me enter you.

Let me be saved by you.

It took another six weeks

and the arrest of her father

for Lupita to finally break.

She agreed to see the general

and do anything he asked her

as long as her family was spared.

I may not be the most honorable

man, but I keep my promises.

You will go to hell for this,

you know that.

I'm sure the sky will fall, snakes

and spiders raining on people.

Maybe not like that,

but justice is coming.

We will all pay for our sins.

Till then,

we do the best that we can.

I didn't do all this to hurt you.

I did this because I can't

help myself around you.

It's your own fault for being

God's most perfect creature.

My mother once told me:

"If you're going to be a whore

you might as well

be a high-priced whore."

She'd be very proud of you today.

Yes.

Yes.

Because I am not a whore.

And the next day,

she was arrested

and executed by a firing squad.

Is that true?

That is the true story

of Bambi's grandmother Lupita.

- Well, she's a real firecracker, huh?

- Yes.

I have to run to the little girls' room

because I'm bleeding like a stuck pig.

Be back.

[CARLA GUGINO'S "ALL I WANNA

DO IS FALL IN LOVE" PLAYING]

[SINGING "ALL I WANNA DO

IS FALL IN LOVE"]

Ticktock.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

It's me.

Benjamin who?

Benjamin, my fianc.

He's coming up.

- Who is this?

- Cora.

Where are you?

Downstairs in the car.

He said to wait for him here.

How did you find me?

Father McKinley, but there's no time.

Listen up.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Wait. There's someone at my door.

- It's Benjamin.

He recognized you from the video,

so he asked me how I knew you,

and I decided to come clean

about the Nick Chapel incident.

It went wrong and somehow I told him

that you slipped me some Quaaludes.

What?

And you and the detective

are blackmailing me.

You what?

It was stupid but just go along

with it. He's mad as a hornet.

So you brought him to my place?

He's a mild-mannered man.

He's a birdwatcher for f***'s sake.

He recognized you. Your eye color

is a match for the Green-cheeked Conure.

- The what?

- It's a type of parrot. Go along with it.

I am begging you.

I will do anything you want me to

for the rest of my life.

You name it, I'll do it.

I'm begging you.

Miss Luxx,

do I look like a jerk to you?

Let me rephrase that.

Miss Luxx, I am not a jerk.

Under different circumstances,

you'd see right away.

I'm one of the least

jerk-type guys around.

And I figure you've met your share.

Am I right or am I out of line?

In the world that you've chosen

to sell your wares,

to apply your talents, to

present yourself as a commodity,

a vendible,

you've met some

not-so-nice guys.

Am I correct, Miss Luxx?

You can call me Elektra.

Can I? Because I don't

really know you, now, do I?

Well, no.

What we do know

is you're a phony.

- Excuse me?

- Is it not your job

to fake

the most intimate emotions?

Pleasure? Joy?

You're a phony.

Objectively speaking, yeah?

Among colloquials.

And if you knew my Cora like

I know Cora, and how could you?

You can't, but if you did, you would

know that she is a life enthusiast.

Well, I assure you that I've never...

Someone looking

to broaden her horizons.

Moral? Yes.

Not infallible.

And here you come,

a sex-industry celebrity,

charitable with your Quaaludes

and your drummer boyfriend,

and he preyed upon the fact

that it was his song

we listened to on our engagement

night. Did you know? No.

Yeah, we did.

His famous song. His power

ballad. What's it called?

"Set Me Free or..."

"Set Me on Fire or Set

Me Free, Silky Marie."

Yes. And you throw a lot of

sand in her eyes, don't you?

Pixie dust.

And suddenly, she wakes up in a

bathroom 20,000 feet in the air

with a drug casualty

in heavy turbulence

and you have the nerve

to blackmail her.

What kind of person are you?

Just so we're clear, you will

never get another penny from us.

I refuse to become your mule,

whatever it's called

in blackmailer's parlance,

in your vulgar patois.

I've never hit a woman, but if

you start bothering my fiance,

I will kick your ass

something serious.

Same offer goes

for your detective b*tch.

I may look like

I have zero combat rating,

but trust me,

you don't wanna

tussle with me.

[SPEAKS

IN SPANISH]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[SOBBING]

What kind of person am I?

I wish I had a clue, little one.

GIRL:

I didn't say that.

[GIRLS LAUGHING]

WOMAN 1:

Girls, lunchtime.

You come back here.

CELIA:

They put me in the quiet room.

Eight days one time,

12 days the next time.

No matter who you think you are,

you never get used to that.

GIRL:

Please don't go, Dad.

MAN 1:
The rock-music world is in shock

with the news that Nick Chapel,

drummer for the rock band

Midnight Love Parade,

has been found dead in the lavatory

of a commercial airliner.

MAN 2:
You're so pretty,

you could be a movie star.

WOMAN 2:

Come on, don't be scared.

- Don't be scared.

- F***. Sh*t. Oh, my God.

Hello, Elektra.

What are you?

- Are you?

- Yes, I am.

The actual Virgin Mary?

That whole thing

is blown out of proportion.

Mary is fine.

I'm hallucinating, right?

Am I dying? Is it a tumor?

No, I'm really here.

All right.

I'm gonna close my eyes

and when I open them

you won't be here.

"Snow white, sinful,

everything fits tight.

Nipples like 12-penny nails

dancing in the light."

This doesn't strike me

as hit-single material.

It's a first draft.

Needs a little work.

The entire lyric

is about your breasts.

He wrote one

about my ankles too.

But he didn't mean it like that.

It's just his way of...

Mary,

what are you doing here?

You're not happy to see me?

Oh, I am. Just...

I never imagined I'd

actually be talking to you.

Well, sure you did.

You used to talk to me every night.

- I did?

- "Dear Mary, Mother of Sorrows,

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