Hardcore Page #19

Jake's face grows cold and mean as he listens to Jim's

description of his daughter's defilement.

JISM JIM:

(cups genitals with

right hand)

Do you know what she did to me? Do

you know what she did to me, man?

That f***ing c*nt! I couldn't walk

for a week. My prick was sore and

red and chewed out. She was cra-zy.

I don't want to work with her again.

All the while Jim speaks, Van Dorn's long arm reaches slowly

for the lamp on his right.

His right hand locks around the base of the lamp. Still

listening, watching Jim intensely, Jake grips the balls of

his feet into the carpet.

Jake is beyond logic, beyond restraint.

He rises, lamp in hand. The cord pops out of the wall; the

bulb flashes out.

Reaching across the table, Van Dorn smashes the youth across

the face. The plaster lamp shatters; the shade flies off.

Jim reels backward.

Knocking over the coffee table, Van Dorn advances on the

dazed, bleeding youth.

Van Dorn pounds him again with the plaster stump of the lamp.

Van Dorn stops. He looks down at Jism Jim. The youth is barely

conscious.

Realizing what he's done, Jake pulls Jim up by his collar

and drags him into the bathroom.

He hauls the youth into the large "erotic" shower. He pulls

the shower douche off the wall, and sprays Jim's face.

The battered youth opens his eyes. He's terrified. He's been

in kinky scenes before. He pleads:

JISM JIM:

Hey, stop, stop. I'll do anything

you want. It's okay. I can dig it.

You can do anything you want to me.

JAKE:

(full of rage)

Where is she? Where is the girl?

JISM JIM:

She's got a man. A white guy. Tod

something or other.

JAKE:

Where does he hang out?

JISM JIM:

I don't know.

JAKE:

Where!

JISM JIM:

Look, I know this chick Niki. She

works at Les Girls. She would know.

Honest.

Van Dorn lets him go and starts to walk away. Looking back,

he sees Jism Jim struggling to his feet. Jake spins around

and punches him once more. Jism Jim tumbles back into his

shower. Jake walks off rubbing his red knuckles.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLAYERS MOTEL - NIGHT

Jake throws his luggage into the trunk of his car and drives

off.

CUT TO:

EXT. LES GIRLS - NIGHT

Les Girls, a garish sexual supermarket, covers several

storefronts. Its fluorescent exterior stands open to drifters

and browsers alike.

Jake straightens his tie-dye shirt, and enters.

CUT TO:

INT. LES GIRLS - NIGHT

Inside Les Girls is a glow of yellow and orange plexiglass.

The bright fluorescents bounce off the white linoleum.

Jake passes an arcade of peep shows and turns the corner.

On one side is a rotunda around which men stand in pay stalls

watching a pair of naked female dancers.

On the other side is a row of curtained "phone booths."

Jake walks up to a WOMAN with a coin changer around her waist.

A lifer.

JAKE:

I was told to meet a girl named Niki

here.

LES GIRLS WOMAN:

In one of the booths. Any of the

first three.

Jake starts over.

LES GIRLS WOMAN:

(continuing)

It's five dollars for two minutes.

JAKE:

Huh?

LES GIRLS WOMAN:

Five dollars a token.

Jake fishes in his pocket and pulls out a ten-dollar bill.

He hands it to the woman.

JAKE:

Here. I'll take two.

The Les Girls Woman punches out two tokens.

Jake cautiously pulls the curtain aside and steps into the

first booth.

The booth is divided by a floor-to-top glass partition. On

Jake's side of the partition is a pay wall phone. On the

other is an orange folding chair.

The sign on the phone reads "One token -- two minutes." Jake

puts a token in the phone.

Niki, the girl from Ramada's set, naked, steps into the other

half of the booth and plops down on the chair.

NIKI:

Hello.

Jake picks up the receiver in his half.

JAKE:

Are you Niki?

NIKI:

Sure. Like in Mikey and Niki. Did

you see that picture?

JAKE:

No.

NIKI:

Too bad. I wasn't in it.

Jake's eyes flash downward for a moment. No longer shocked,

he is saddened by the demeaning vulgarity of it all.

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