Loitering with Intent Page #2

Eureka!

Yes, that's it!

It's a simple missing persons case.

Gets more evolved when we find the girl.

- Recognize!

- It's a character piece,

- masked as a noir,

- Wonderful.

Wonderful, wonderful!

Maybe a dubonnet with a twist.

It's a secret!

Corruption that echoes the

world in which they live.

Yes, uh, dark shame.

It could be a double cross.

Could be, a double cross.

- Genius!

- Yeah!

Maybe she joins a group,

a cult, like the Source Family.

A cult could be fun.

It's a period piece,

but maybe we make it a mash up.

Set in Los Angeles over a 24 hour sequence.

Some dialog, dancing but heavy,

like The Umbrellas of Cherbourg.

- I love that movie.

- Okay, so, dancing...

- In a noir.

- Yep.

That's good, right,

we haven't seen that! That's good.

Okay, so, she...

Who's... who's that?

That's what I wanna know.

- Hello.

- Hi.

How you doing?

- You must be Dominic.

- How do you know who I am?

I've seen pictures of you.

Er... Where?

In Gigi's store. I used

to work there, I'm Ava.

Oh, yeah. How is it

we've never met?

- I guess we've just never seen each other.

- You don't look like an Ava.

What does an Ava look like.

You change your name?

Let me see your ID.

Got your passport?

Some outfit you have on. Is your

name Lawrence by any chance?

Of Arabia? Close,

Raphael, of Brooklyn.

You wanna borrow this?

I got this one in Marrakesh,

Okay, Ava, Ava, here's the, um...

Raphael, Brooklyn and I,

we really need to be alone.

So, um...

What you doing here?

Planting flowers.

I'm doing Gigi a favor.

My friend Carl is going to do a

shoot here in a couple of weeks.

Okay, Gigi, she didn't tell me

anything about this.

Don't worry about it.

We're the king of this castle.

Something wrong?

Here's the thing, Ava.

We're up here to write.

- We've been contracted to write a screenplay.

- We have nine days to finish.

I'll be very quiet.

Like a mouse.

Like a mouse.

I'm staying out in the trailer.

Well, why you doing that?

- Why not?

- Okay, see. I just wanna set the right tone.

The tone is set.

Now look.

That girl is very hot.

- I can see that.

- Just stay calm.

I can't control the b*tches worldwide.

Yeah, okay, this...

This is gonna be a problem.

- It's probably Karl Lagerfeld.

- What?

Why are we whispering?

What, what?

Her friend who's gonna

shoot here in a couple of weeks.

It's probably Karl Lagerfeld,

the famous designer.

Yes, I know who he is, b*tch.

What are you guys whispering about?

Ingmar Bergman.

I told you.

We don't trust something about her, correct?

We don't trust something

about anyone. We're detectives.

Why hasn't she

gone to the police?

She wants to keep it

out of the paper.

Wants to use discretion doesn't

want anything to go on record.

She's got an aversion to celebrity culture.

Are you guys going somewhere?

- Yeah.

- No.

Why?

You're sitting in your car. I was hoping

you could give me a lift to the store.

- We can't.

- Absolutely. Why not?

Okay, I'm gonna walk then.

Do you guys need anything?

- No, no thank you. We're cool.

- Do you want some Red Bull?

- Are you kidding?

- For the writing.

No we're keeping it clean.

Okay.

Bye.

Ava, can you get me some bittersweet

chocolate, some vanilla ice cream,

some cookies and maybe some beef jerky.

- Don't go crazy. Just get one or the other.

- Worry about yourself, damn!

Ava!

Just make it vanilla swiss almond!

- Okay.

- And some condoms.

- I think you should f*** her.

- I'm absolutely not going to f*** her!

- It'll open you wide up.

- I'm here to write.

- I'm writing!

- You can do both.

- Are you drinking a Red Bull?

- It's Prosecco.

That's Red Bull.

Why would you drink that?

You wanna work all night?

You wanna be a big time writer?

Try something before you dismiss it!

Put down the hand sanitizer

and get a little messy.

Gonna feel like a tarantula.

What the f*** was that?

Gigi!

Oh, my God, what are you doing here?

Are you okay? Are you all right?

Gigi, what're you...

Have you been drinking?

Have you...

You're wasted!

Gi...

Raphael!

Raphael.

- Raphael.

- Gigi!

What are you doing for fun these days?

I don't know, stranger, what have

you been doing for fun these days.

Think we owe each other

about three happy new years.

- She drove here drunk.

- Oh, give it a rest!

I didn't drive anywhere. I stopped

for a second or something.

Can't you see she needs

taking care of, Dominic?

Aw you!

You are in tune.

You simply tune in.

You always have.

Gigi!

My little darling!

Bring 'em more water please. The

last thing I want... Okay, wow.

Splish, splash, I feel fantastic!

Dom, you wanna get in there

and make it a family affair?

I'm so happy we're all

here. It's wide open.

You guys have known

each other a while, right?

Yeah.

- Raphael was her boyfriend, sort of.

- What do you mean, sort of?

Whatever they were.

That was way back.

Hey!

Yes, it's true. Raph was

my boyfriend, sort of.

Speaking of, where's Wayne?

Don't mention Wayne, no no,

don't mention Wayne.

Why not, why?

What happened now?

He has some nerve.

That's all I'll say.

Raph and I have a lotta work

to do tonight so we might have...

Not a bubble bath without some bubbly.

Yes!

- Please man.

- Why are you people ruining my life?

Because I love it when

a man brings me champagne!

The honey is flowing in all directions!

Yeah, get up. Let's go. We're leaving.

- What are you doing?

- I'm leaving.

- Why?

- Why do you think?

Dominic. Dominic!

- What?

- I was losing my mind!

You can't leave, I practically crashed the car

into the house last night. I drove drunk.

I don't have time for this.

I don't have time.

Get off!

I don't wanna be alone right now.

Well I do!

- G, stop it.

- Why can't you stay?

- Because, I need to focus!

- So focus!

It's a really big house.

- Do you like that?

- I need you! I might be at the end of a rope.

Fine, all right, I'll stay!

Savage!

- Gorilla.

- P*ssy!

What's up with my brother,

what are you feeding him?

Roast turkey and Miles Davis of course.

Had a dream about you last night, G.

That sounds promising.

You were telling me you wanted to

sell your shadow for 60 dollars.

- I could get more than 60 bucks.

- I bet you could.

Hey would you mind reading this with me?

I'm tired of my shadow

pinpointing exactly where I am.

I'm not sure that I follow.

I want to be rid of it.

It's not that simple, lady.

Neither am I.

There's no turning back, you understand?

Someone else could find a better use for it.

It got a little complicated...

Missed you.

Change of plans.

We're not leaving.

So, upstairs in five,

back to work. Is this hot?

G, just so you know, you f***ed up

my rib, really bad. It's killing me.

- Let's go. Back to work.

- So...

...you write and then you dream,

or you dream and then you write?

- Which comes first?

- I dunno, that's a good question.

Sometimes I think the dream is writing me.

So if we find her,

why don't we bring her back?

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