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JESS:

Easy night. Bachelor party. Can we

give Wendy a ride?

BOBBY:

No. What kind of bachelor party?

JESS:

The easy kind. They're young and

rich and well mannered.

She turns to look at him and reacts to his horrifying

appearance.

JESS:

Oh my god. What happened?

BOBBY:

A draw. What makes you think they're

well mannered?

JESS:

Bobby, this is a plumb gig. It's a

bunch of young agents and it's at a

restaurant. It's gonna be easy and

we'll make a lot of money.

BOBBY:

I don't like you working with Wendy.

Why are you working with Wendy?

JESS:

They requested her. It was her gig.

Max put me on as a favor.

BOBBY:

Some favor. I hope they know you're

not like Wendy.

JESS:

Oh, please.

BOBBY:

If they asked for her, they're

probably expecting blowj*bs all

around.

JESS:

Will you cut it out! Get ready, we're

already late.

BOBBY:

Who's watching the baby?

JESS:

She's downstairs with Ruth. Get ready.

BOBBY:

I'm ready.

JESS:

Bullshit. These are classy customers.

You can't show up all f***ed up with

a Fila running suit on.

BOBBY:

They're not too classy to have tits

rubbed in their face.

She rises and swaps her robe for a floor length overcoat.

God, is she hot.

JESS:

Stop. I love you.

She leans in for a kiss. He lets his anger melt. He leans in

to kiss her. She gives him last minute cheek to save the

perfection of her sparkling twenty minute lips.

JESS:

Let's go.

He follows, slightly slighted.

EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES

As the couple hurries down the stairs, The face of a SMALL

GIRL peeks out the first floor window. This is CHLOE, Jess'

daughter. Her age is somewhere between Paper Moon and Jerry

Maguire. She watches without expression as her mom leaves

for work.

EXT. HAVANA ROOM - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT

They valet the car and approach the members only cigar lounge.

Bobby opens the door for her.

INT. HAVANA ROOM - LOWER LOBBY - NIGHT

An attractive female HOSTESS sees Bobby's undesirable

appearance.

HOSTESS:

May I help...?

She then sees Jessica and guesses her occupation.

HOSTESS:

Oh, hi. They've been expecting you.

Take the elevator upstairs. You can

change in the card room.

INT. ELEVATOR - HAVANA ROOM - NIGHT

They stand side by side in silence as the lift rises. Jess

adjusts her bosom. Bobby continues to percolate. His pager

goes off. He recognizes the number.

BOBBY:

You talk to Max today?

JESS:

I'm not gonna mention Ricky to him.

BOBBY:

Don't expect you to mention it to

him. I'm just saying, if --

JESS:

The only way he'll go with Ricky is

if you're in too.

BOBBY:

Well, that's not gonna happen.

JESS:

Fine. You want to help Ricky, talk

to Maxie yourself.

BOBBY:

I feel weird asking him.

JESS:

You shouldn't. He likes you.

BOBBY:

I just wish he never brought it up.

Ricky won't shut up about it.

JESS:

Forget Ricky. You should be glad Max

got you driving for me.

BOBBY:

(then)

No coke tonight.

(no answer)

Right?

JESS:

Leave me alone. I haven't touched

anything in months.

The elevator door opens, and a room full of horny young AGENTS

and EXECUTIVES see Jessica and cheer. She smiles and drops

her coat. The crowd can't believe their luck when they see

how hot she is. Bobby's heart sinks. He picks up her coat

and walks to the bar as the men wave bills at the love of

his life.

INT. BAR - HAVANA ROOM - UPSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS

Bobby settles into a bar stool, watching the action from a

distance. WENDY, a slutty Pam Anderson pre-tit-removal

wannabe, is already bouncing her ass ghetto-style in a young

agent's face. The crowd gravitates to the new meat like a

pack of ravenous dingoes. A beautiful young BARTENDER with

her hair tied back drops a cocktail napkin in front of Bobby.

She sees his bruises.

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