Hardcore Page #13

BEATRICE:

You want to take a session?

Jake is dazed by what he sees. He wasn't even aware such

perversions existed.

JAKE:

No. I don't think so.

BEATRICE:

You sure? We have regular sessions,

too. Only twenty dollars?

Jake turns and (like Lot from Sodom) walks away without

looking back. As he leaves, he passes the Second Hostess

attempting to communicate with two teenage MEXICANS.

TEENAGE MEXICAN:

Sexo?

The Second Hostess forms an oval with the index finger and

thumb of her left hand and passes the index finger of her

other hand through it in an obvious gesture:

SECOND HOSTESS:

Si. Sexo. Sexo.

EXT. STAIRWAY TO LOVE - NIGHT

Later that night. Jake locks his car and walks south on

Western toward Santa Monica Boulevard. Ahead, a continuous

row of massage parlors blend into neon.

Girls call out as he walks: "Come on in and get free

information," and "Want to have a good time?" and "Lonely?"

He stops by the Stairway to Love. Three girls stand just

inside the door. A sign in the window reads: "Come in --

Satisfaction Here." He enters.

CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWAY TO LOVE - NIGHT

The First Hostess, FELICE, greets Jake as he enters:

FELICE:

Hi, you been here before?

The two other Hostesses gather round.

JAKE:

No.

FELICE:

We offer Female Wrestling, that is,

nude body to body contact, with a

girl of your choice in a private

room. Twenty dollars a half hour,

thirty dollars hour. Any other

arrangements may be discussed in the

privacy of your room. Tipping is

permitted. We accept Bank Americard,

Master Charge and American Express.

JAKE:

Yeah.

FELICE:

Do you want to take a session?

JAKE:

I just want to ask some questions.

FELICE:

You may do that in the privacy of

your room.

JAKE:

Okay. I'll take a half hour.

FELICE:

Do you have any particular choice of

girl?

JAKE:

You'll be fine.

Jake gives Felice a couple tens. She in turn passes them to

the MANAGER, a 225 pound, blond-haired Malibu surfer. He

puts the money in a cash box and fills out a time sheet.

Jake eyes the Manager uneasily as Felice escorts him up the

"Stairway to Love."

CUT TO:

INT. ROOMS - NIGHT

Felice shows Jake into a ten-by-ten cubicle. The walls are

barren; a bed-sized slab of foam rubber lies on the floor.

FELICE:

Wait a second. I've got to get a

sheet.

He looks around the small room. Through the makeshift

pasteboard walls he can hear the SOUNDS OF OTHER COUPLES

"making love."

Felice quickly returns with a sheet and spreads it across

the foam. She slides the door shut behind her.

FELICE:

You're still dressed?

JAKE:

Well, I want to...

FELICE:

(sitting)

Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

My name's Felice.

Jake squats down on the foam, crossing his legs under him.

JAKE:

There's a girl I want to ask you

about.

FELICE:

You're not Vice, are you?

(rote)

Do you work for the Los Angeles Police

Department, or do you have any other

affiliation with any law enforcement

agency?

JAKE:

No, I don't.

FELICE:

I have to ask you that. If you were

Vice you couldn't deny it. You ought

to dress less square. You wouldn't

get hassled so much. Here, let me

help you get that tie off.

Felice reaches over to loosen his tie. Jake, self-conscious,

removes his tie.

JAKE:

Well, actually I wanted to ask about

this girl. I have her picture here.

FELICE:

Pull out your cock.

JAKE:

What?

FELICE:

Cops aren't allowed to do that either.

A judge ruled that that was

entrapment. Don't ask me why. I guess

he figured the sight of a Vice

Officer's dong would make a girl

unable to stop herself.

She laughs.

JAKE:

No, Felice, I'm not a cop. In fact,

right now I've got as little respect

for the police as you do.

(pulls out folded

glossy)

I'm looking for a girl. A runaway. I

need someone to help me.

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