Friday, April 24, 2015

Leave The Driving To Us


Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 40 of SPIRAL, in the aftermath of the drunken car crash, Shannon forces the car up the Hollywood Hills road to her private driveway, but when she sees she's broken her nose, she starts freaking out ...


INT. CAR - SAME
In slow motion, Shannon's
body is FLUNG FORWARD.

French fries, napkins, the coke,
the shake, go FLYING into the air.

Her face SMACKS into the windshield.

SHANNON
Uhh...

Her body stops in mid-air, then SNAPS
back into the seat like a rag doll.

INT. CAR - NIGHT
In real time -

SHANNON
(groggy)
Uh...

JASON
Are you okay?

Like an animal in danger,
with pure survival adrenaline,
Shannon FLIPS the key and
PUNCHES the gas.

The engine COUGHS and SPUTTERS
with a sickly WHINE.

JASON
The engine's fucked, Shannon.

SHANNON
We're almost there...

Shannon SLAMS the car into gear.
The car SHAKES and slowly, painfully
SCREECHES apart from the fence.

SHANNON
And I'm not gonna get busted...

With sheer will, Shannon forces
the ruined car, which SHRIEKS
like a dying animal, the final
fifty feet to her private road
up to her garage door.

Shannon GRABS the remote
from under the visor and
PUNCHES the button

SHANNON
My head, my fucking head...

The car WHIMPERS into the garage
and GASPS as the engine COUGHS,
then dies.

They get out of the car.
Shannon's face is bleeding,
her nose starting to swell.

She wipes her hand on her nose,
then sees her crimson wrist.

SHANNON
Oh my god, I broke my nose!

JASON
It's okay, it doesn't look that bad.
I'll go call the paramedics.

SHANNON
(shrieking)
No fucking doctors!
I gotta call my manager,
I broke my nose!

Shannon starts SOBBING.

SHANNON
I fucked up my face...
I fucked up my face...
I fucked up my FACE!

A beat. The horror.

SHANNON
Oh my god!
I'm supposed to fly
to New York tomorrow.
How am I gonna dance?

She breaks down and SOBS, losing it,
collapsing to the ground.

Jason puts his arms around her
and comforts her.

JASON
It's gonna be okay...
(pause)
How about I make a
nice Jacuzzi for you inside?
We can figure out
what we're gonna do.

A beat.
The tears suddenly stop.

A strange, empty look
settles on her face.

SHANNON
Shit, I just remembered.
Daisy needs to go out.
Would you take her for a walk?

JASON
You sure?

SHANNON
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'll go do the bath.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
The CAMERA follows Jason walking
Daisy down the private road.

They approach the fence,
a splintered ruined mess.

JASON
Shit.

A loud POP rings out.
Daisy BARKS.

JASON
SHANNON!

Jason RUNS up the road --

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Road Rage


Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 39 of SPIRAL, adult film star Savannah and rock star house sitter Jason Swing,, completely wasted, grab some fast food after a night of hard partying and head off onto the freeway, where they start going on a joy ride from hell ...


INT. CAR - NIGHT
Shannon's Corvette is parked
at a fast-food drive-thru lane.
She looks at the menu.

Nasty rap music THUMPS
on the car stereo.

SHANNON
(into the speaker)
I'll have a chocolate shake
and a chocolate sundae, please.
(pause)
Oh, and hold the nuts.

Jason leans over.

JASON
I'll have a Sourdough Jack
and Chili Cheese Curly Fries, please.
And a coke.

He grins, GRABS his crotch.

JASON
Oh yeah, and hold my nuts!

They BURST into gales of laughter.

EXT. JACK IN THE BOX RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Shannon's Corvette ZOOMS
out the drive-thru exit,
waits for traffic,
then PEELS RUBBER with a SCREECH.

INT. CAR - NIGHT
Shannon holds the wheel
with one hand,
sundae in the other.

She LICKS the chocolate syrup,
getting it all over her mouth.

The car stereo BLARES.

SHANNON
I can't believe
you're eating that,
do you know how much
fat is in that?

Jason SHOVES a forkful of messy,
gooey fries in his mouth.

JASON
Chili cheese fries rule, babe.
Almost as good as sex.

Shannon rubs her finger on her chin,
wipes off the syrup,
sticks her finger in her mouth.

SHANNON
No way.
It's all about chocolate.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY - AERIAL SHOT - NIGHT
Shannon's white Corvette
ZOOMS down the freeway,
SWERVING through traffic.

Cars HONK. Tires SQUEAL.

INT. SHANNON'S CAR - SAME
Shannon FLINGS her sundae
Out the window.

EXT. NEARBY CAR - NIGHT
The desert SMACKS onto the windshield
the car beside her.

INT. SHANNON'S CAR - NIGHT

SHANNON
Bull's-eye!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

EXT. NEARBY CAR - NIGHT
The driver HONKS furiously,
ROLLS down his window, YELLS.

DRIVER
Fucking bitch!
What the fuck do
you think you're...

INT. SHANNON'S CAR - NIGHT
Shannon CRANKS up the stereo
to a DEAFENING volume,
then PUNCHES the gas.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY - SAME
The car SHOOTS like a rocket
east towards Hollywood.

EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - NIGHT
The car BARRELS up a steep,
winding road up into
the North Hollywood Hills,
tires SCREECHING, loud rap music
THUMPING on the car stereo.

The Corvette ES into a mailbox.
It SCRAPES across the side of the car.

INT. SHANNON'S CAR - NIGHT

SHANNON
Fuck!

JASON
Slow down!

EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - NIGHT
The car SLIDES into the gravel
on the shoulder.

Shannon YELLS.

SHANNON
No!

INT. SHANNON'S CAR - NIGHT
Jason GRABS the door handle.

JASON
LOOK OUT FOR THAT...
Shannon's convertible SLAMS
into the fence on
the side of the road.

The night is pierced
with the horrible SHRIEK
of metal RIPPING APART,
the CRUNCH of wood SPLINTERING.

INT. CAR - SAME
In slow motion, Shannon's
body is FLUNG FORWARD.

French fries, napkins, the coke,
the shake, go FLYING into the air.

Her face SMACKS
into the windshield.

SHANNON
Uhh...

Her body stops in mid-air,
then SNAPS back into
the seat like a rag doll --

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Party Out Of Bounds


Hey there, crime kids. Happy Hump Day. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 38 of SPIRAL, adult film star Savannah shows up at her sometimes boyfriend Danny Boy's estate unannounced, and discovers that he's out of town ... and ends up partying with his house sitter Jason ...


INT. SHANNON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Shannon lies on her bed holding a Stoli
and orange juice, talking on the phone.

SHANNON
Stupid fucking machine.
(pause)
Andy, it's me, Shannon. Where are you?
Why don't you call me back?

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Andy sits on his bed drinking a beer.
He looks at the answering machine.
He reaches over to grab the phone, then stops.

SHANNON (O.S.)
(on the machine)
Are you mad at me? What did I do?
I want to talk to you, I miss you.

Andy's heart is breaking, but he doesn't move.
A tear trickles down his cheek.

EXT. DANNY'S HOUSE/WOODLAND HILLS - NIGHT
SUPER - July 11, 1994
A faux Tudor-style monstrosity high up in the hills.

Shannon stands at the front door in a little dress.
She grips a large, overstuffed shopping bag.
Music faintly THUMPS from within.

The amber-colored lamps above the door
shine off her blonde hair,
she glows in the darkness of the night.

She RINGS the bell.
The music goes down a notch.
The door opens.

JASON SWING, Shannon's passenger at the
beginning of the story, stands in the doorway.

He's relaxed, blase'.
Girls like this are frequent visitors.

SHANNON
Hi, it's me, Shannon, I'm here to see Danny.

JASON
Hi, Shannon.
(polite, gentle)
I'm sorry, he's not here.

SHANNON
Oh. Where is he, is he out somewhere?

JASON
He's uh, he's on tour.
He'll be back in a couple of months.

SHANNON
Oh.

An awkward silence. She covers her embarrassment.

SHANNON
And who are you?

JASON
I'm Jason. I watch his house and shit while he's away.

He looks at the bag.

JASON
Well, since you're here, come on in.

Shannon goes into the house.

INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Shannon and Jason stand in the large foyer.
Shannon hands Jason the shopping bag.

SHANNON
I brought Danny some videos and T-shirts and stuff.

JASON
Cool.

Shannon gives him the once-over and decides he's cute.

SHANNON
But you can have it.
I'll bring some more for Danny another time.

Jason puts the bag on a side table.

JASON
Cool, thanks.

They look at each other.

JASON
So you want to hang out? Have a beer, do some blow?

INT. DANNY'S DEN - NIGHT
A manly den, very GQ, by way of the hood.
A big pool table, juke box, animal prints,
neon beer signs, sports paraphernalia.

Gold records are lit by pin spots above the bar.
Smooth, sexy rap plays on the high-tech sound system.

Shannon and Jason sit on the sofa with beers.
Jason does a line of coke off a tray on the coffee table.

JASON
You were really good in the video.

Jason hands a silver straw to Shannon.

SHANNON
You think so? Thanks.

Shannon SNORTS a line.

JASON
Yeah, really.

SHANNON
That was just the start. Did Danny tell you I'm gonna be a singer?

JASON
No, cool.

SHANNON
Yeah. No more porno!

She SNORTS another, hands the straw to him.

SHANNON
So are you doing anything tonight?

Careful. This is one of his boss' girlfriends.

JASON
I dunno, I was thinking about checking out Renaissance.

SHANNON
Renaissance, yeah, I heard it's twitchin',
in Santa Monica, right?

INT. RENAISSANCE NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
The dark exclusive club PULSES, dance music at 100 BPM.
It's hot, sweaty, and packed to the gills.

INT. DANCE FLOOR - SAME
Shannon and Jason RAGE on the dance floor.
Jason's cool, Shannon's giving a performance.

JASON
(shouts)
Wanna another drink?

SHANNON
(shouts)
Yeah! I gotta go to the ladies' room!

JASON
Meet you at the bar!

Shannon and Jason each start their slow trek
through the mob, in opposite directions.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
A crowd of young, hot girls in club gear
fight for a piece of the mirrors,
fixing their makeup.

INT. BATHROOM STALL - SAME
Shannon sits on the toilet peeing.
She pulls out a pill vial and swallows a few,
then holds up a syringe.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Jason PUSHES through the throng at the bar,
money and YELLS at the bartender.

EXT. RENAISSANCE NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
Shannon and Jason stagger out of the club
completely, totally, trashed.

A VALET approaches. Shannon fumbles in her purse for her ticket.
She DROPS it on the ground, bends down on the sidewalk
and rummages through her things. Jason helps her.

He picks up the syringe.

JASON
You a diabetic?

SHANNON
No, I'm just fucking sweet.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Let The Games Begin


Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chaper 37 of SPIRAL, now that Andy is out of the picture, Savannah and Dex are left to their own devices, which involves nude mud wrestling for Savannah, and rough trade in a trashy gay bar for Dex ...


INT. TROPICANA STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
A swarm of MALE CUSTOMERS
surround a stage with a boxing ring.

Four WOMEN, one of them Shannon,
stand in the ring wearing string bikinis.

Mudwrestling time.

A RING ANNOUNCER's voice BOOMS over the P.A.

ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight the Tropicana Club
is pleased to present
celebrity tag-team mud wrestling!

The crowd HOOTS and HOLLERS.

ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
In this corner, the champions,
defending their title,
Livid Video superstars
P.J. Hooker and Topanga Canyon!

The crowd ROARS. The girls take a bow,
then raise their fists in the air,
Rocky-like.

ANNOUNCER
And in this corner, our challengers,
adult film superstars
Chayse Manhattan and Savannah!

The crowd ROARS again.
CHAYSE MANHATTAN and Shannon
raise their fists in the air.

ANNOUNCER
Alright, ladies!
On the count of three,
let the games begin!
(pause)
One!
(pause)
Two!
(pause)
THREE!

The four women TEAR into each other
Mud goes FLYING, oiled flesh gets SPLATTERED.
Shannon SLIPS and FALLS on her ass.

CLOSE UP OF TWO PATRONS AT BAR
Two MEN watch the match
on a video monitor at the bar.

MAN NO. 1
I can't decide if that's totally disgusting...
or a complete turn on.

MAN NO. 2
I guess it's a little of both.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Shannon sits in a bathroom stall,
bleary-eyed and muddy.

Her top is open to the waist,
breasts exposed.

A length of rubber tubing
is tied around her upper arm.

She makes a fist, JABS a syringe
a vein, then slowly PUSHES the plunger in.
Her head leans back, eyes closing, in ecstasy.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
The Revolver gay bar
in West Hollywood is quiet.
It's a weeknight, late.

Classic 70's disco blares on the jukebox.
Donna Summer?

A BARTENDER cleans glasses.
Dex sits at the bar nursing a beer,
completely toasted.

A couple of GAY MEN sit at the other end
of the bar talking quietly.

DEX
Hey, I said I'd like another shot.

The bartender ignores Dex
and continues washing glasses.

DEX
I said, I need another shot!

BARTENDER
I told you I'm not gonna
serve you anymore.

DEX
Oh yeah?
Well you can just SUCK MY DICK!

The two men at the end of the bar
look at Dex.

BARTENDER
I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.
You can suck your own dick. Peter?

One of the men stands up.
PETER is big and buff. The bouncer.

BARTENDER
Would you please take out the trash?

Peter ambles over to Dex.

DEX
Well, hello, miss thing.
A bet you're hung like a Hebrew National.
Are you a top or a bottom?

PETER
Just call me your worst nightmare.

Peter GRABS Dex by his collar
and YANKS him off his stool.

PETER
And it's time for beddy-bye --

Monday, April 20, 2015

Home Fires


Hey there, crime kids. Happy Monday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 36 of SPIRAL, Andy's friends from Playboy throw him a goodbye party where he's been house sitting in Bel Air, but he's still haunted by the memory of his former friend, porn star Savannah. Meanwhile, Savannah calls her actress 'friends' in the adult film industry to see if they want to hang out, and gets the cold shoulder ...


EXT. ANDY'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY
Andy's having a barbecue. Tons of GUESTS
are enjoying the food, the drink, the music.

A large banner strung along the side
of the mansion reads "Goodbye, Bel Air!"

A group of Playboy employees
pose for a group photo.

PHILLIP, late 20's, thin, good-looking,
holds a tiny dog in his arms.

PHILLIP
Where's Andy?
He's missing the picture.

The dog SQUEALS.

PHILLIP
It's okay, Mary, it's okay.

VOICE (O.S.)
Okay, everybody, gimmee a smile
like you just got laid!

The group freezes, grinning wildly.
A flashbulb POPS.

ANGLE ON:
Phillip's shirt.
A round wet stain slowly expands.
The dog is PEEING.

PHILLIP
Jesus Christ, Mary, you fucking bitch!

INT. ANDY'S BATHROOM - DAY
The shower is on. A murky figure
stands behind the rippled glass.

Phillip comes into the bathroom.
He's surprised.

PHILLIP
Andy?

ANDY
Yeah?

The door opens a crack,
Andy sticks his head out.

ANDY
Hey.

PHILLIP
Why are you taking a shower?

ANDY
What's that on your shirt?

PHILLIP
Mary peed on me again. Fucking bitch.

Phillip grabs a towel,
it in the sink, dabs his shirt.

ANDY
I told you not to go to the pound.

PHILLIP
What are you doing in here?
You're missing your own party.

ANDY
All those people...
in the jacuzzi... you know...

PHILLIP
Well, get your ass out of there
and come join the party.
Everybody's wondering where you are.

Andy smiles.

ANDY
Okay.

PHILLIP
I'll go fix you a plate.

Phillip leaves.

The water stops. Andy grabs a towel,
wraps it around his waist and steps out.
A beat. He looks in the mirror.

ANDY (V.O.)
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Sometimes I felt she was
in the bathroom with me.
I kept wondering how she was doing,
if she was okay.

INT. BEDROOM - DUSK
Shannon lies on her bed wrapped
in a towel talking on the phone.

She sips a beer and pets Daisy,
who's sleeping nearby on the bed.

INT. BATHROOM - DUSK
MINA FOXX, young, gorgeous, and brunette,
stands naked in her bathroom talking on the phone,
a single fake eyelash just applied.

MINA
Oh, sorry, Shannon. I can't.
I gotta work late tonight.
Two girls called in sick.
I gotta do a couple extra shows.

SPLIT SCREEN OF SHANNON AND MINA

SHANNON
Oh. Okay. Call me tomorrow?

MINA
Sure thing.

Mina hangs up the phone.
Shannon dials another number

MINA
Yeah, right.

INT. BEDROOM - SAME
Shannon dials another number.
Takes a swig of her beer.

SHANNON
Hello, Leena?
(pause)
Hey, howya doin'?

SPLIT SCREEN OF SHANNON AND LEENA
LEENA, young, blonde, curvy, stands in a bathrobe
rummaging through her costume-clogged closet
talking on the phone.

LEENA
I've been better. Wha's up?

SHANNON
I was wondering if you
wanna hang out tonight. You busy?

LEENA
Yeah, I got an outcall.
(pause)
And I've got nothing to wear.

SHANNON
Okay, have fun. See ya.

LEENA
Later.

The both BANG down their phones.

SHANNON
Much later.

LEENA
As if.

Shannon sips her beer and pets Daisy.

SHANNON
Fucking bimbo. 'Nothing to wear.'
She's just gonna take it off anyway --

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Silence Of The Clams


Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 35 of SPIRAL, notorious adult film star Savannah shows up again at the annual AVN Awards -- the porn world's Oscars -- and is horrified to discover she's now persona non grata --


INT. HOTEL BANQUET TABLE - NIGHT
A banquet table STUFFED with food -
chicken, turkey, beef, salads, deserts,
coffee, cocktails - the works.

A smiling FEMALE SERVER
stands behind the table
wearing a bikini, high heels,
and a banner across her chest
which reads "Welcome AVN AWARDS!

INT. HOTEL BALLROOM - NIGHT
Another year, another AVN awards show.

Tuxedoed and gowned PORN STARS and
EXECUTIVES mingle and sit at
tables eating dinner.

Cheesy heavy metal BOOMS over the P.A.

INT. BALLROOM STAGE - NIGHT
The same band as last year plays,
this time with a very hot, scantilly-clad
BLONDE VIXEN WAILING on the mike.

INT. BALLROOM AISLE - NIGHT
Shannon STAGGERS through the crowd
in jeans and t-shirt,
wearing dark shades.

She's wasted.
She CHUGS champaign from
a bottle she clutches.
No one says hello to her.

SHANNON
Where's my table?
Where's my motherfuckin' table?

Shannon takes a program
off a table and examines it.

SHANNON
Topanga Canyon! Fuck her.
Barbie Dahl? Fucking cunt.
(pause)
I'm not even fucking nominated?

Shannon bumps into a grinning STARLET.

SHANNON
Watch where you're going, bitch!

STARLET
You bumped into me.

SHANNON
Oh yeah? Well go fuck yourself!

STARLET
No. You go fuck yourself!

SHANNON
Bitch!

STARLET
Over the hill whore!

SHANNON
Cunt!

Shannon LUNGES at
the starlet's throat.

The women VIOLENTLY CLAW
at each other.

INT. BALLY'S HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
Two burly uniformed SECURITY GUARDS
escort the unruly Shannon
through the lobby.

HOTEL GUESTS and a clean-cut
FAMILY look on in horror.

Shannon STRUGGLES against
the guards firm grip.

SHANNON
I said I was leaving!
This place is for losers!

EXT. BALLY'S HOTEL ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Shannon is SHOVED onto
the sidewalk by the guards.

A beat. She looks around,
feet unsteady.

A pair of RUSSIAN TOURISTS
gesture excitedly.

The HUSBAND points his camera
and starts CLICKING away.
Shannon BEAMS and poses.

RUSSIAN WIFE
(urgent, broken English)
Excuse me, younger lady,
you mind to please move a bit?

Shannon is confused.
The woman points to Shannon's left.
Shannon turns around.

ANGLE ON:
MORGAN FAIRCHILD stands on the red carpet
holding a small dog in her arms.

A pair of loudly dressed
VEGAS TOURISTS get her autograph.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Trouble In Paradise


Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 34 of SPIRAL, things start going to hell after Andy leaves his friends due to their hard-partying ways ... when porn star Savannah fires her stylist Dex for stealing money from her, and then starts doing heroin again ...


INT. SHANNON'S DRIVEWAY / GARAGE - DAY
Super - One week later

The Corvette is parked in front of the open garage.
Shannon washes the car and drinks a beer,
water and suds everywhere.

Dex and Daisy watch.
A boom box BLASTS top 40 dance music.

ANDY (V.O)
Things deteriorated pretty quickly
after I left the party.

Faster than you can say "trouble in paradise,"
Shannon and Dex were at each other's throats.

SHANNON
You took it.

DEX
I didn't take it.

SHANNON
You thought I'd miss a hundred, huh?
Just admit it, you little fuck!

DEX
Savannah...

SHANNON
...Stop fucking calling me SAVANNAH!
My name is SHANNON!

She SPRAYS Dex with the hose.
Dex JUMPS back, startled.

DEX
Hey!

Shannon continues SPRAYING him.

SHANNON
I'm sick of you, you're fired!
Get the fuck out of here!
I never want to see your fucking
faggot ass again!

Dex RUNS down the driveway.

DEX
(yelling, over his shoulder)
Bitch! Cunt!

SHANNON
Motherfucker!

Shannon THROWS down the hose. Daisy WHINES.
She walks over to Daisy, kneels, rubs her head.

SHANNON
That's it for the boys, Daisy.
No more boys.

INT. DEX'S JEEP - DAY
The car stereo plays cheerful, peppy pop music.

Dex drives down the hill in tears.
He pulls out a bottle of Jaegermeister
and takes a swig. Then another.

He continues driving, bottle in hand.

DEX
A hundred dollars --

INT. SHANNON'S KITCHEN - DAY
Shannon sits at the bar talking on the phone.

ANDY (V.O.)
It was just a matter of time until Shannon
started slipping back into her old habits.

She CRACKS open a beer and takes a sip, exasperated.

SHANNON
I know, Nickie. I know.
(listens)
It's for a friend.

NICKIE (O.S.)
(loud)
Some friend, yeah right.
It's your fucking veins, not mine.
I just got some China white...
fucking William S. Bouroughs heaven.

SHANNON
Who the fuck is William Bouroughs?

INT. NICKIE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
A seedy, dumpy living room.
Seen from behind, Nickie sits
on the couch talking on the phone.

The TV is on with sound off.
Beavis PUNCHES Butthead.

NICKIE
You don't know who the fuck
William S. Boroughs is?
Jesus Christ! He's a writer,
Naked Lunch, hello?
He's only the most famous
junkie on the planet.
Don't you read?
(listens)
Twenty five.
(listens)
Two hundred?
(listens)
Come over around six.
And don't be early, okay?
got shit going on.

He BANGS down the phone.

INT. NICKIE'S LIVING ROOM - SAME
Dex walks in from the kitchen
eating a sandwich.

He PLOPS down on the couch next to Nickie.
Nickie puts his hand on Dex's leg.

NICKIE
That was your former employer.
Just ordered a shitload of smack.

DEX
She's a fucking cunt.

NICKIE
Business is business.

DEX
Tell me about it.

A beat.

NICKIE
She's a piece of ass, you gotta admit it.
Got real nice tits.

His hand casually wanders up Dex's thigh.
Dex's more interested in his sandwich.

NICKIE
Uh, speaking of business... you uh...
want to do another one of those uh,
you know, uh, trade things?

Dex gives a sickly smile.

DEX
I'm not here for the buffet --