Hardcore Page #9

Jake turns away.

MAST:

(continuing)

I'm going back to L.A. today. I'll

track this film down, if I can. I'll

find her. But I can't make any

promises. I don't know what she'll

be like when I find her.

Jake, pale, looks away. Mast attempts to give him a comforting

embrace. Jake pushes him away.

CUT TO:

INT. JAKE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Van Dorn sleeps fitfully. Blue light falls across his

contorted body. He's dreaming again.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - DAY

A sleazy Santa Monica Boulevard motel.

CUT TO:

INT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - DAY

A porn film is being shot in a tacky motel room furnished

with a pink circular water bed, a lime-brown shag rug, and

peeling red felt wallpaper. An oil painting of a seagull in

flight adds a touch of class.

The small set is crowded with technicians and onlookers. The

harried collegiate filmmakers wear scruffy jeans and T-shirts.

The onlookers, more refined, sport double knit suits.

Two girls and a middle-aged man lie on the pink satin sheets.

Beach towels protect them from the unheated water bed. One

of the girls, NIKI, has a long blonde wig and looks about

nineteen.

The makeup girl hurriedly dabs some last minute cosmetic on

the second girl's breast. A young man in a UCLA T-shirt pastes

up the peeling wallpaper above the bed.

Random VOICES ECHO around the set. The DIRECTOR, a student

filmmaker, tries to bring the set to order.

BILL RAMADA, 40, the Producer, watches silently from the

b.g. He's in charge here. He wears gabardine slacks and a

Gucci shirt.

His Assistant, KURT, 25, stands by his side.

RAMADA:

(clapping hands)

All right, kids, let's get back to

it.

DIRECTOR:

Actors, to your positions, please.

Niki, the SECOND GIRL and the Actor remove their towels and

form a contorted triangular position.

NIKI:

Can't you get this bed any warmer?

CAMERAMAN:

Bring another light over here.

NIKI:

My ass is freezing.

ACTOR:

Your ass is always freezing.

NIKI:

Up yours.

The Second Girl coaxes her male partner into tumescence.

SECOND GIRL:

He's got it up.

NIKI:

Thank God.

DIRECTOR:

Action. Rolling.

CAMERAMAN:

The wallpaper's peeling again.

DIRECTOR:

Forget it. Keep shooting.

Crouching, the Director approaches his actors.

DIRECTOR:

(continuing)

All right, Niki, you come around

this way and swing your legs around

his back.

The Director pleads with outstretched hands. His acting

workshop courses have not been in vain. Lowering his voice,

he coaxes Niki into the proper mood:

DIRECTOR:

(continuing)

All right, Niki, you're lying back

now, yes, just taking it easy, just

enjoying your body, yes, you're

thinking about your father, your

mind is open and free...

Mast walks into the rear of the room and looks around until

he spots Ramada.

DIRECTOR:

(continuing)

Okay, now Bennie, you turn over and

lick her belly...

Ramada recognizes Mast as he walks toward him and motions

for him to follow.

They step into an adjoining room. The Director's instructions

drone in the distance.

RAMADA:

(friendly)

Hey, piss-head, what brings you

around?

MAST:

You don't have to get uppity with

me, Bill. I remember when you was

running that car wash and couldn't

make it go. And what was that other

thing you tried? A Dairy Queen? Went

busted too.

RAMADA:

At least I improved myself. What's

up?

Mast takes out a snapshot of Kristen. In the background the

Director yells, "Cut."

MAST:

I want you to take a look at this

girl here. She's been in some porn

stuff.

RAMADA:

(looks at photo)

No, Andy. Don't know the kid.

MAST:

Look again, Billy-boy. This is jail

bait. Could get you in a lotta

trouble.

RAMADA:

(shakes head)

Nope never saw her before.

(calls to assistant)

Kurt, come over here. Don't use

underage kids. Wouldn't touch 'em

for all the cow sh*t in Mexico.

(as Kurt steps over)

You recognize this piece of wool,

Kurt?

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