Suicide Blonde

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In Chapter 15 of FULL BODY, French/African Ayanna Prouxl's massage session with the Surgeon General takes a turn for the opiate when he convinces her to snort heroin. Meanwhile, Portuguese vixen Catalina Gil services Turkish ambassador Omar Turgenev, with unexpectedly violent results ...


INT. RED MASSAGE SUITE - NIGHT
Dr. Almond sits on the table.
Gestures to a small, jewel-encrusted
mirror with four tiny lines
laid out on it.

CHICK
Prepare to ride the dragon, princess.

He hands her a silver tube.
A diamond glints on the end.

Ayanna bends over.
Inserts the straw.

AYANNA
It’s -- brown?
Is that --

CHICK
Heroin? Indeed.
Please, don’t tell me
you’ve never done smack.
I thought you were a woman
of the world.

AYANNA
I am, but I’m not
some fucking junkie --

CHICK
It’s not addictive
if you snort it.
I’ve been gacking
for over forty years now.
(sighs, remembering)
In London you register
with the government,
get it free --

Ayanna stares.
Wheels turning.

CHICK
Oh, come on, two little lines
won’t hurt you.
And you won’t get addicted.
Don’t forget I’m a doctor.
(beat)
A very rich doctor --

AYANNA
How’s your bedside manner?
(does a line, rubs her nose)
Doesn’t burn as bad as --

Ayanna CLUTCHES her stomach.
Turns green.

CHICK
You might want to run to the loo.

She does. Like a rabbit.
RETCHING in the next room.

CHICK
Splash some water on your face!
Now comes the fun part!

Ayanna weaves back into the room.
Dreamy, shit-eating grin.

CHICK
Someone looks orgasmic.
How do you feel?

AYANNA
Like I see Jesus --
and she’s really fucking hot --
and I want to fuck the shit
out of her.

CHICK
Splendid idea!
I think we need to get a
little play-toy for
you to snack on --

AYANNA
(dreamy)
Play-toy --

CHICK
Do you have anyone in mind?

AYANNA
Yeah -- I do.

PUSH IN on Ayanna’s hungry eyes.

AYANNA
Cat-a-li-na --

DISSOLVE TO:

CATALINA’S FACE
as she looks down.
Working her magic.

OMAR (O.C.)
God, yes.
That’s so fucking GOOD.

INT. BLACK MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
From Omar’s head POV,
we see Catalina working on him.

(Note: His head obscures what she’s doing --
we only see her arm down to her elbow.
But we can tell she’s pumping him.)

CATALINA
Such a good boy --
are you ready, baby?

OMAR
God, yes -- hell,
no -- s’too good --

Her eyes register pain.
Lips, a big fake smile.

She keeps working it.
Omar GROANS.

CATALINA
That’s right, close your eyes,
feels so good --
(looks at watch)
We’re getting near
the end of the session, baby --
don’t you want to finish?

OMAR
Okay, okay --

Suddenly he GRABS his tie.
YANKS on it. HARD.

CATALINA
What are you DOING?
You’re going to choke!

OMAR
(releases a little, gurgles)
Don’t stop!
Don’t stop!
Keep going!

CATALINA
Alight, alright!

He YANKS on the tie.
Face red.

Eyes bulge.
Tongue lolls out.

CATALINA
Stop!
You’re going to kill yourself!

OMAR
Gaaaaaa -- gonna cuh -- gonna cuh --

CATALINA
Do it, baby!
Do it for me!

He FLINGS away the tie.
SPASMS like a bull on steroids.
A primal, animal BRAY at the moon.

OMAR
YEAAAHHHHHHH -- ARGGGHHH!

Omar JERKS like a rabid puppet.
Stops, as if in mid-air.

OMAR
Goddammit to FUCK.
That was fucking INCREDIBLE.

Catalina grabs a towel.
Covers him.

CATALINA
What is the thing --
with the tie?

Omar sits up.
Glazed, evil smile.

OMAR
Just a little trick I picked up
in the south of France
from an 80’s rock singer.
(beat)
But he did it -- 'in excess.'