Hardcore Page #12

JAKE:

This is from the movie I was talking

about.

TELLER:

I don't know what you're talking

about.

JAKE:

I wondered if you had ever seen this

film or this woman...

(points)

...right here.

TELLER:

That girl? No, never saw her. I don't

know anybody.

JAKE:

I'm just trying to find...

(getting testy)

Who owns this store?

TELLER:

I don't know. Look, man, if you're

looking for somebody maybe you ought

to see the cops.

JAKE:

But I...

TELLER:

I don't know nothing, man.

Jake, realizing he's getting nowhere, pockets his photograph

and turns to leave.

TELLER:

(continuing)

You don't want anything for your

fifty cents?

JAKE:

No.

The Teller places two quarters on the counter.

TELLER:

Here. Take your fifty cents back.

JAKE:

That's all right.

TELLER:

No, take it. I don't want your Goddamn

fifty cents.

Jake places the token on the counter, takes his quarters and

walks back out into the neon night. The Teller turns to no

one in particular and says:

TELLER:

(continuing)

It's one of those Legion of Decency

guys.

CUT TO:

EXT. WILD MARY'S - NIGHT

Van Dorn walks west on Santa Monica Boulevard. The entrance

to Wild Mary's is formed by the larger-than-life painted

rear view of a bent over woman. Her long legs flank either

side of the open passageway.

A young man in a cowboy shirt repeats monotoned litany to

passersby:

CALIFORNIA COWBOY

Free information. Free information

inside. Come in and get free

information. Free information. Free

information inside.

Jake pauses in front of the California Cowboy, then enters,

passing through Wild Mary's muscled thighs.

CUT TO:

INT. WILD MARY'S - NIGHT

Jake walks into Wild Mary's and is greeted by a young woman

in a shift and bikini pants. Her name is BEATRICE.

BEATRICE:

Hello. My name is Beatrice. Have you

been here before?

JAKE:

No.

BEATRICE:

What we offer here is nude body to

body contact on a bed in a private

room. It's twenty dollars a half

hour, thirty dollars an hour. Anything

else you desire may be discussed in

the privacy of your room. Tips are

allowed. We accept Bank Americard,

Master Charge and American Express.

JAKE:

I don't really want... 'body to body

contact.'

BEATRICE:

That you may discuss with the girl

of your choice in the privacy of

your room.

A SECOND TEENAGE HOSTESS steps through a beaded curtain and

joins Beatrice and Jake.

SECOND HOSTESS:

Hi.

JAKE:

I'm looking for a girl. Have you

ever been in a porno film?

Jake reaches for this folded photo but the Second Hostess

takes him by the hand.

SECOND HOSTESS:

Come back with me. I'm sure you'll

find what you want.

A THIN MAN walks into the room. He looks about 35 and carries

a small bag.

THIN MAN:

I called on the phone. You have a

Domination Room?

BEATRICE:

Yeah. Did you bring your own

domination equipment?

THIN MAN:

Yes, but I've never been here before.

BEATRICE:

I'm sure everything will be just the

way you want it. Twenty dollars half

hour, thirty dollars hour. Tips are

allowed.

THIN MAN:

Let's start with a half hour.

The Thin Man gives Beatrice a twenty and walks off with her.

Jake, curious, follows.

Beatrice and the Thin Man step into the Domination Room: a

simulation of a Medieval dungeon. A large wood X-shaped cross

is bolted to one wall. There are straps for the client's

hands and feet. Instruments of torture hang from another

wall. A bare-breasted girl, wearing bikini pants and leather

chaps, sits lethargically on a folding chair. A mask of black

leather and buckles completely cover her face.

Beatrice notices Jake is following them.

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