Cock Of The Walk

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In Chapter 3 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, wannabe-dancer Blue Wonder takes to the stage at the 'Christmas Eve amateur night contest' at the strip club. Meanwhile, at a nearby airport, a pair of Croatian thugs accept a 'holiday delivery' ... of underage girls ...


INT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - NIGHT

STANDING IN A DARK CORNER
Is TOLLY CHILL (27), dark-haired,
smouldering good looks.

The manager, and the owner’s son.
Cock of the walk.

TOLLY
(watching the stage)
Fresh off the boat.
(chuckles)
Catch of the day.

MUSIC
EXPLODES. The whip-cream,
pussycat chainsaw-snarl of
Groove Coverage’s 21ST CENTURY DIGITAL GIRL.

ONSTAGE
Blue GRABS the pole.
Wraps a long, lean thigh around it.
Moves to the music. She’s pretty good. Looks awesome.

And scared to death.
She closes her eyes.

The alcohol starts doing its trick.
She relaxes. Starts getting into it.
Starts singing along.

BLUE
'I got breast implants, paid for by my boyfriends --
I got a Botox injection under my skin --
I only play with sex, but I don't let them in --

And suddenly Blue’s ON FIRE. She WORKS it.
Undulates to the edge of the stage.
Dollar bills go FLYING.

A PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Licks his lips. Eyes big as saucers.

PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Yeah, honey -- GIVE IT UP.

BLUE
Twirls around.
Unhooks her halter top.
It FLIES off.

She grabs her breasts in her hands.
Starts flicking the nipples.

CARRIE
Watches from the bar.

CARRIE
She’s a natural.

BLUE
Goes to the pole. LEAPS UP,
GRABS it with her thighs.

Rides it like a horse.
KICKS a leg out --

And she SLIPS, FALLS, and
HITS the floor with a CRACK.

She lies motionless.
Then JUMPS UP and RUNS off the stage.

AT THE BAR
The bartender leans over to Carrie.
Shakes his head.

BARTENDER
Another one bites the dust.

CARRIE
You’re just jealous cause
you can’t have her.

BARTENDER
And you can?

CARRIE
Don’t look now,
but Dr. Phil down there
needs another Harvey Wallbanger.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - AT THAT MOMENT
A small PROPELLER AIRPLANE sits on the runway.
Like something out of an old movie.
Does this thing really FLY?

A van is parked nearby.
Two LARGE GOONS get out.
Walk over to the plane.

The TALLER GOON,
wearing shades and a porkpie hat,
pulls out his cell.
Punches a number.


PORKPIE HAT GOON
We’re here.
(listens)
Asshole. I told you to FEED them.

The airplane door opens.
Porkpie Hat looks at the SHORTER GOON,
who takes a sip from a flask.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
We might have three instead of four.

FLASK GOON
Long flight. No peanuts.

A ramp is lowered from the open doorway.
The goons walk up.

INSIDE THE PLANE
FOUR UNDERAGED ROMANIAN GIRLS (15-16)
sit huddled on the floor in chains.
One of them has vomited all over herself.

A SKINNY CROATIAN MAN (40’s) looks at them.
Shakes his head.

SKINNY CROATIAN MAN
Not my fault.
Boss said 'no more smack.'

PORKPIE HAT GOON
I’ve got a rag in the van.
C’mon, let’s move it.
Gotta big party tonight in the hills.
And Santa’s gotta deliver the presents --