Sins Of The Flesh

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In Chapter 28 of WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, torture porn director Phillie Pfugg and his girl toy Chinette take his surgically enhanced organ for a ride at a sleazy motel on the wrong end of Sunset. Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love visits the ruins of what once was her dream home ...


EXT./INT. PHILLIE’S HUMMER - NIGHT
Phillie drives. Peers over at Chinette,
staring out the side window. Pensive.
Dabs her eyes with a tissue.

CHINETTE
Big surprise?
I’m not sure I’m in the mood
for a -- big surprise.

PHILLIE
Nonsense.
Nothing is too good
for my little whippoorwill.
(sees something)
We just have to make one quick stop.

THE MOTEL STARLET
comes into view.

A real dive.
Irony be thy name.

THE HUMMER
pulls into the parking lot. Stops.

PHILLIE
turns to Chinette.

PHILLIE
Now wait right here.
I’ll be back in two shakes
of a lamb’s tail --

CHINETTE
Okay.

He kisses her. Gets out.
POPS open the rear door.

Grabs a long, rolled carpet
wrapped with duct tape. Bloodstained.

Hefts it onto his shoulder.
Looks up at the sign.

PHILLIE
The Motel Starlet.
You can’t make this shit up.

Phillie looks around.
Coast is clear.

He carries the body around
the back of the building.
TOSSES it in a dumpster.

PHILLIE
And that’s a wrap --

EXT. VACANT LOT - RUINS - MOMENTS LATER
Carrie stands in the driveway behind
what once was her home.

We can’t see her eyes
behind the shades.

But we know they’re bleeding,
black with pain.

She gingerly walks
through the rubble.

CARRIE (V.O.)
I don’t know what compelled me
to visit my own, private ground zero.
I was inexplicably drawn
to what would rip me apart.
Like a gambler to the table,
a junkie to the needle --
(beat)
This was my first real home on my own.
After I split with Bernie,
I combed the beach until I
found that hundred-year-old bungalow
on one of the prettiest walkway streets.
Then I painstakingly decorated it
from top to bottom.
Filled it with what gave me pleasure.
I discovered a creativity
I didn’t know I had.
It was my palace,
a den of color, joy --

Carrie bends over.
Picks up a burned, ruined Barbie.

CARRIE (V.O.)
People asked me how
the Barbie thing got started.
(she tosses it, keeps walking)
When I first moved here from New York,
I knew exactly two people in town.
And they both lived
forty-five minutes away.
I soon learned that everyone
lived forty-five minutes away.
(beat)
So I was in the supermarket my
first night here buying a few necessities,
feeling a little alone,
and they had these Barbies on sale
there at the register.
What you call an ‘impulse purchase.’
I thought, ten bucks each,
what the fuck, so I got two.
The checkout clerk said,
‘that’s sweet, you have kids?’
When I shook my head no,
she looked at me like
I was some kind of pervert --
and I knew I had found my calling.
That night I set them up in my kitchen
and on my bar, and never looked back.
(beat)
Of course it wasn’t until a year later
when my porn star girlfriend tied one up,
stuck a ball gag in her mouth,
and named her ‘Bondage Barbie.’
(beat)
That was when things REALLY
started getting interesting --

EXT. ADULT MOTEL - AT THAT MOMENT
A sleazy, greasy stuccoed motor court.
Sign reads THE MATADOR. ADULT MOTEL.

Phillie’s Hummer parked by the ice machine.
A METH COUPLE walk into the grimy office.

INT. ADULT MOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
On a tiny boom box, the glam-trash of
My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult’s
DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS over --

Phillie, head-to-toe in black vinyl.
Zorro mask. A long, red satin cape.
He pours a glass of pink champagne for --

Chinette, decked out in some outre
white silk bodybuilding outfit.

Lacy bridal veil.
Teetering on six-inch platforms.

As close to girlish
as this bruiser can get.

She raises her glass to his.
They CLINK.

CHINETTE
(takes a sip)
This is like our honeymoon.

PHILLIE
(sips his)
Nothing is too good
for my little flower.

He THROWS his glass
into the fake fireplace -- CRASH.

PHILLIE
Are you ready to be ravaged
by The Dark Lord?
(grabs her)
To be taken to new heights
of sexual pleasure?
Surrender yourself to
unspeakable sins of the flesh?

CHINETTE
Phillie -- I mean -- Dark Lord --
(mock-scared)
What are you going to -- do to me?

He goes to the ‘magic fingers.’
Puts in some change.

The bed starts VIBRATING.
He goes to her.
Takes her hand.

PHILLIE
Madame, come with me to
the garden of unearthly delights.

Phillie lays her down.
Chinette smiles, coquettish.

CHINETTE
Promise me you’ll be -- rough?

FROM BEHIND
Phillie removes his boxers.
Raises the cape, like wings.

CHINETTE
(whispers)
It looks kind of -- lumpy.

PHILLIE
Even with the condom on?

CHINETTE
(reaches up, gently touches it)
Does that feel okay?

He lowers the cape --

PHILLIE
God, yes.

Lays down on top of her --

PHILLIE
Mommy --

And starts thrusting.
Slowly. Carefully.

CHINETTE
(moaning)
Who’s your -- Mommy now?

PHILLIE
Ow!

He stops. Rolls off her.
Dejected. Tears in his eyes.

PHILLIE
It HURTS.

Chinette takes him in her arms.
Sooths, comforts him.

CHINETTE
There, there -- it’ll be okay.

PHILLIE
No, it WON’T.
That fucking doctor
FUCKED IT UP.

CHINETTE
Well, then go back
and make him fix it.

PHILLIE
But that takes money --
and I need what we have
to fix the studio,
so I can finish cutting Head Shot.

CHINETTE
Then you’ll just have find the money.

PUSH IN ON Phillie’s face.
A light bulb pops.

PHILLIE
Wait a minute.
I just got an idea --