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In Chapter 16 of SPIRAL, adult film star Savannah does a strip club appearance in Vegas, where the crowd loves her, but more than sparks fly when there's no limo to pick her up at the airport ...
EXT. LAS VEGAS AIRPORT - DAY
A sign says "Las Vegas International Airport."
Swarms of travelers stream in and out.
Over the action, pumping disco music.
ANDY (V.O.)
Every two weeks Shannon and Dex went on the road.
They travelled all over the country,
Shannon doing her strip act in every big city.
Shannon told me that the film work paid shit,
that the real money was on the road.
She could make as much twenty,
thirty thousand in a single weekend.
The clubs paid big money, and she also
cleaned up selling autographed t-shirts,
videos, all kinds of stuff.
The fans loved her, and she loved her fans.
EXT. AIRPORT TAXI STAND - DAY
Dex and Shannon stand in line waiting for a taxi.
Dex maneuvers two carts overloaded with luggage.
Shannon lights a smoke and
furiously paces back and forth.
SHANNON
That fat fuck said we were
gonna have a fucking limo.
DEX
I know.
SHANNON
I'm gonna give that fucking SHITHEAD
a piece of my mind!
A nearby POLICE OFFICER turns at the noise
and stares at Shannon.
SHANNON
What's he looking at?
The officer regards Shannon quizzically,
then starts walking toward her.
DEX
Shit.
SHANNON
Just be cool. I'll handle it.
The officer approaches, looking determined.
Shannon stares back defiantly.
He approaches Shannon and stops,
then breaks into a big grin.
POLICE OFFICER
I thought it was you! Savannah!
Welcome to Las Vegas, little lady.
Shannon smiles coyly.
POLICE OFFICER
I was wondering if, uh, I could get an autograph?
I just loved you in "Jailhouse Cock."
INT. OLYMPIC GARDENS STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
The club is posh, very exclusive, very fleshy.
Scantily clad WAITRESSES mill about serving cocktails.
STRIPPERS do lap dances for MALE CUSTOMERS,
most of whom look like they're about to explode.
Intro music starts, something like Enigma.
The D.J. speaks, smoothly oiling the mood.
D.J. (O.S.)
And now, gentlemen,
it's my pleasure to introduce
our featured performer tonight,
all the way from Hollywood,
right off the Sunset Strip,
direct from the dream factory,
star of over eighty adult films --
the delicious, lascivious -- SAVANNAH.
The music changes into nasty techno,
like Nine Inch Nails.
Curtains part, and out slides Shannon.
She's barely dressed and looks nasty.
She moves with the music,
slinking downstage to the pole.
SHANNON
Anyone feel lucky tonight?
She licks it, snake-like.
Everyone is riveted. This is a star.
Shannon slides her crotch into the pole.
SHANNON
Mmm -- I think I hit the jackpot --
INT. BACKSTAGE DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
The brightly lit backstage dressing area is crammed
with STRIPPERS in various states of dress and undress.
You can practically smell the estrogen.
The noise of the crowd and the
music thumps in the background.
Dex sits at Shannon's makeup station
and chats with the CLUB MANAGER,
(black, 50's), who is very upset.
CLUB MANAGER
It wasn't in the fuckin' contract!
I never heard nothin' about no fuckin' limo!
DEX
We always have a limo pick us up at the airport.
The crowd SCREAMS from outside.
CLUB MANAGER
You guys were two hours late.
It's a good thing the crowd loves her.
I almost canned her fucking ass.
The crowd ROARS.
The door to the dressing room FLIES open.
shannon STOMPS into room.
SHANNON
You! Fuck-face!
She GRABS her drink from the makeup counter
and SWILLS IT DOWN.
CLUB MANAGER
Who you calling fuck face?
SHANNON
YOU, that's who!
Where the fuck was my goddamn limo, huh? HUH?
The crowd outside starts chanting. They want more.
CROWD (O.S.)
SAVANNAH, SAVANNAH, SAVANNAH --
CLUB MANAGER
I never heard nothin' about no fuckin' limo!
The backstage door FLIES OPEN.
CLARISSA, a young stripper, MARCHES in,
followed by a BOUNCER.
CLARISSA
Fucking suits!
BOUNCER
They want Savannah back.
They wouldn't let Clarissa on.
CLUB MANAGER
What?
BOUNCER
They fuckin booed her off the stage, man.
I'm afraid they're gonna
rip the fuckin place apart.
It's like they're possessed or somethin.
SHANNON
Well, they're gonna haveta wait a minute.
Shannon SNORTS a couple of
quick lines off the counter,
then points viciously at the manager.
SHANNON
Now listen, and listen good,
you fat fucking little fuck.
They're better be a limo
waiting for me after the show,
or I'll never work here again
AS LONG AS I LIVE.
She STORMS out of the room, SLAMMING the door.
CLUB MANAGER
Promises, promises --
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