On A 'Need-To-Rub' Basis

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In Chapter 11 of FULL BODY, we return to The International, DC's most exclusive 'gentleman's spa,' where Croatian lesbian office manager Etya gets a phone call from her 'dead' mother Mavra, who threatens to kill her father Yuri, the owner of the club. Meanwhile, receptionist Reynolds Tan gives the girls their next 'massage' assignments ...


INT. ETYA’S OFFICE - NIGHT
tATu’s Eastern-Eurotrash Russian-lesbo-bimbo cover
of The Smiths’ HOW SOON IS NOW over --

The empress of the damned reviews the books.
Picks up a bottle of vodka.
Pours a shot. Slugs it down.

ETYA
This place is cash cow.
One hundred fifty-thousand per week.
(pours shot, raises it)
Capitalism -- the God I pray to.

Knocks it back.
She dabs her mouth with a sleeve.
Rubs her hands together.

Goes to the safe.
Starts working the dial.

The door CLICKS. Opens.
Etya pulls out a banded wad of hundreds.
Stuffs it in her pocket.

The phone RINGS.

ETYA
Ach.

She closes the safe. THUNK.
Goes to the phone.
Picks up. Listens.

Her eyes bug.
Face turns white.

ETYA
Is not possible!
You are dead!
(listens)
Who is this? Tell me!
(listens)
But we buried you -- we --
(listens)
I’m not afraid of you!
You can go fuck yourself!

Etya SLAMS down the phone.
Starts pacing. Freaked.

ETYA
Is not possible --
I kiss her goodbye --
close lid --
is like magic trick --

She goes to the desk.
GRABS the bottle.
Takes a big chug.

PUNCHES numbers on the phone.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. WASHINGTON MONUMENT - REFLECTING POOL - NIGHT
Yuri sits on a bench. Squinting, trying to read a newspaper
in the dim light of a street lamp.

A COUPLE passes by.
Yuri lowers the paper.
Watches them.

YURI
To be young and have horniness.

He pulls out a bag from his coat pocket.
Fishes out a heel of dark bread.
Breaks off a piece with his teeth.
Chews.

A MOUSE jumps up on the bench.
Whiskers sniffing.

YURI
Hello, little fella.
You hungry?

He breaks off a small piece.
The mouse rears up on his hind legs.

Yuri gives it to him.
Rapid-fire CHEWING.
Gulp.

YURI
Is good, no?
Croatian peasant bread.
Oats and barley. A few nuts.
Is good for long winter.
And bowel movement.

Yuri gives him another piece.
Smiles, childlike.

YURI
You are cute little fella.
I call you -- Oogie.

A RINGING in his pocket.
He fishes out his cell.

SNAPS it open. Listens --

ETYA
Poppa, she’s ALIVE.
Mavra is ALIVE.
She called me --

YURI
Is not possible,
we BURIED her.

ETYA
I know that,
but body must be
switched at last moment.
How else do you explain?

YURI
I don’t know.
(scared)
What did she say to you?

ETYA
She said she was going to --
kill you.

YURI
But she always said that.
What make you think it different now?

ETYA
I don’t know --
maybe she knows
you tried to POISON her?

INT. RECEPTION AREA - AT THAT MOMENT
Reynolds gazes levelly at Summer, Lindsey, Ayanna and Catalina.
Picks up a clipboard. Taps it with her pen.

REYNOLDS
Alright, listen up. Ayanna.
You have Dr. Almond,
from the Surgeon General’s office.
In the Red Suite.

AYANNA
Guess it’s time for my physical.

REYNOLDS
Lindsey, you get Lieutenant Gus Harden,
United States Navy. He’s a SEAL.

LINDSEY
Trained?

REYNOLDS
Funny. He’s in the Blue Suite.
(beat)
Catalina, your next client is Omar Turgenoff,
the Turkish Ambassador. In the Black.

CATALINA
I hope he’s a -- young Turk.

REYNOLDS
All of you with the jokes.
(scans the sheet)
Ah. And Summer --
you get Dwight Blank.
In the Gold Suite.

SUMMER
At least he sounds normal.
What’s he do?

REYNOLDS
Classified. He’s a spook. Black OPS.
On a ‘need to rub’ basis only.

SUMMER
Great. More national security.

REYNOLDS
Consider it an initiation.
Kind of like a sorority hazing.

LINDSEY
Then what are we doing standing around?
We’ve got work to do. Men to please.
Towels to soil.

PUSH IN ON Summer’s face. Hiding her fear.