Prey for Rock & Roll Page #5

if you can believe that.

He was always telling my mom

she was as useless as tits on a board.

My mom was passed out

on the couch.

She slept

through the whole thing.

I got off from work

early that night.

And to get to my room

you have to pass Sally's room.

And on my way by,

I thought I heard voices.

That sounds like Sally's crying.

So, I look in,

and there he is on top of her.

So I go to my room

and I get my baseball bat.

I come back swinging.

He never heard me coming.

I just remember Sally...

hugging her knees, on the corner

ofthat bed, screaming at me to stop it.

I just kept hitting that f***er.

I didn't plan on killing him...

but can't say I regret it.

( exhales )

Maybe next time we get together,

we can talk about...

other things.

- The next time?

- Yeah.

I came here to ask you out.

On a date?

Yeah. It's okay, isn't it?

- It's a little weird.

- Well, what's weird about it?

How old are you?

I'm 27.

Yeah, well... ahem--

I'm not 27.

So?

So, I think

you could find someone

a little bit more,

you know, buoyant.

I think you're beautiful.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

Before you went away

to the big house...

did you date much?

Did you ever have a girlfriend?

No.

Mm-hmm.

So, it is safe to say

that intimate relationships

are not something

you've had a lot of experience with?

It is safe to say...

I have had absolutely none.

Hmm.

(keys clink )

So, you-- you want to go get

something to eat or something?

I'm not hungry.

Why don't we

just grab a drink?

I'm not thirsty.

Do you wanna

go see a movie?

I don't watch movies.

- We could just go hang out.

- Oh my God, you're persistent.

I've been in prison

for the past 10 years.

Maybe you should

get yourself a hooker.

Jacki, that's not

what I was getting at.

# Tangled up in what's best #

Come on,

I'll give you a ride.

No, I'm just going to walk.

Animal, no one walks in L.A.

Well, they do

if they have an expired license.

Either that or take a bus.

Ooh, the shame train.

I don't mind walking.

I'll see you later.

( rock music plays )

( engine starts )

Jacki's voice:

Okay, he's a virgin.

A convicted murderer virgin,

without a driver's license.

Why am I finding this sexy?

What are you doing here?

I didn't know where else to go.

What happened?

Tracy, what happened?

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

I don't even know

where to start, dude.

Thank you.

You mind?

No, go ahead.

So, Nick--

he comes over tonight.

Tracy, that drives me crazy.

Can you talk

so I can understand you?

Sorry.

All right.

Nick's been

bugging me for months.

He wanted to do this

whole "rape fantasy" thing.

Jesus, tell me

you didn't go along with that.

I kept telling him no, women don't have

fantasies about being raped,

that it's total bullshit, right?

But then it hits me.

I mean,

I kind of did have a fantasy.

I don't want to hear this.

- Just listen.

- I really don't want to hear this.

Jacki, just listen.

I had no idea

when it was going to happen.

So he shows up tonight,

I'm crashed out on my bed,

comes in my room-- he's wearing

a ski mask, gloves, full on--

movie-of-the-week rapist

attire and dialogue--

"Don't say a word,

you won't get hurt."

And I'm playing

the whole victim thing,

"Oh, no, please,

please don't hurt me."

Meanwhile, I'm reaching

under my pillow for my gun,

which I've been keeping there

since he became obsessed

with this whole

f***ing stupid thing.

So, I point the gun at him,

and I pull off a few rounds, and then--

Wait, wait a minute.

You shot Nick?

Well, yeah.

That was my fantasy.

To kill whoever

tried to rape me.

You killed Nick?

Of course not, dude!

What do you think, I'm crazy?

I loaded the gun with blanks,

but he didn't know that.

Tracy, I mean, that--

that's pretty f***ing cool.

Once he realized he wasn't dead,

he got really f***ing pissed.

No sh*t!

- ( laughs )

- What's so funny?

Oh, f***.

He peed his pants

when he thought that I really shot him.

He really

f***ing scared me, Jacki.

He started talking

all kinds of crazy sh*t.

And he hit me.

I just got the f*** out of there.

F*** him.

Rape fantasy.

Can I stay here tonight?

Sure.

- Would you do me a favor?

- Hmm?

I don't think

I locked the front door.

My bag is in there,

my credit cards and my cash,

and just-- please.

Give me your keys.

I forgot how much fun it was

hanging out with you.

Great, no straw.

( exhales )

Where's Tracy?

Well, she's not with me.

Does it look like she's with me?

'Cause I don't see her standing here.

Look, Nick, if you guys

are fighting again--

No, we're not fighting.

What do you watch?

- A movie.

- A movie?

What's that smell?

Is that you, Mr. Pissy Pants?

You know what?

I lied.

Tracy is mad at me.

- Do you want to know why?

- No!

Look, Nick, you need to go home,

take a shower and go to bed.

I'll call you a cab.

You can wait outside.

Hollywood. Yeah, can I get

the number for Celebrity Cab?

Whew!

What's that all about?

Don't make a sound,

and nobody's going to get hurt.

You're a freak,

do you know that?

- ( grunts )

- Nick:
Huh?

"Nicky, I used fake bullets!

I thought you'd think it was funny."

Hmm?

You mind

if I ask you a question, hmm?

Where the f*** is Tracy?

- Huh?! Where's my f***ing girlfriend?

- I don't know!

I think you know.

( screaming )

Nick:

What's the deal?!

( crying )

No!

( door creaks )

Sally?

Oh, sh*t! Sally, sh--

oh, sh-- oh, baby!

Oh, f***!

Okay. Okay.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

- Shh, shh-- It's okay, I'm here.

- ( grunts )

I'm here.

F***! F***!

Okay, shh, don't move.

We're gonna get you help, okay?

F***ing, f***ing,

f***ing motherf***er! F***!

# Bring on the ugly,

bring on the sh*t #

# You bring me something

that I just can't fix #

What?

# If I make you ugly #

# It might do the trick #

# No one can fix you #

- Is she all right?

- # You make me sick #

- Tracy...

- # You bring out the worst in me #

# And you bring out

the hate in me #

# My rap is something

you can say #

# Now you're ugly. #

Sh*t.

Hey, I thought that was you,

man, what's up?

- Nothing.

- Where's Tracy?

- I don't know.

- What, you got in another fight?

- Yeah.

- You guys!

I just came from this lame-ass party

over at Cherokee. I'm just going home.

I'm going home too.

All right, man.

See you later.

Hey! Get in!

- What?

- Come on, I'll give you a ride home.

Get in the car.

You can picked up

for prostitution

the way you're walking around

in your stupid hood.

When I was in high school,

my mom wanted me

to work in one of those burger joints.

- Really?

- Yeah.

But I told her I'd rather put

a cigarette out in my eye.

I mean, think about it, Nick.

How many times

could you actually say,

"Hi, welcome to Burger Bastards,

how may I help you?"

"Would you like a drink

with that?"

"Hey! Did you try

our new fajitas?"

It wouldn't be long

until I just snapped!

Then some day, some foolio drives up

and asked me to "hold the pickles."

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