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The Grip

Big Bro’s eye stung from sweat after blinking due to light magnified by the eighty eight Durango’s front windshield, radiates his vascular fore arms causing them to excrete tiny beads that grow and fall following veins to a plastic armrest. It was noon and the hoods of every car on the block had to be hot enough to fry an egg and cook a steak. He felt like a cupcake coming to rise in an easy bake and everything inside the dark blue sedan was on low broil and Big Bro thought he could take another hour and they would have to find some form of shade.

Lil Bro breathes deeply and takes in the sweet syrup smell of evaporated diet soda spilt in the cup holder and collected pennies lining it. A drop of perspiration rolls down his adam’s apple and into the soft dip between his clavicle bones. He sinks deeper into the reclined grey leather chair with each shallow breathe. His older sibling, better known as Big Bro, cracks an eyelid and watches the mechanical sprinklers pop out of grass and shower perfidiously edged lush St. Augustine matted front yards. He was sure that they had made it to Arizona although this looked nothing like the desert he expected. It was a long drive across the Texas panhandle had taken longer than expected and each day spent in El Paso was one that took away from the ultimate destination.

It was a ticker tape rural Phoenix suburban neighborhood each house had two or more levels with a large green lawn. There was only one tree on the block and It was a palm. The tree reminds Big Bro of the beach and what he’d seen in the movies of California and the sunset strip. Babied flower beds stripe an inviting bright mess of colors geometrically patterned to lead up to each house surrounding the cul-de-sac. Big Bro forgot the street’s name and curiosity of the baring didn’t cross his mind. All he could think of was the heat. A closer than normal Sun was now hung completely overhead without a cloud in the sky. Even with the windows halfway down it was not cool enough to keep him in deep rim rather leaving him sweltering lucid thoughts.

Once again glancing at his little brother he cautiously avoids making any sudden sounds that would shake him from dreaming. Big Bro lets out a struggling yawn and watches the birds float from tree to tree. He hears there back and forth tweets and long whistles and watches them skip across a lawn looking for worms the mulch. A mocking bird is chirping back and forth with a scissor tail hanging on the side of a miniature Victorian house atop a ten foot pole in someone’s back yard. He thought to himself this had to be the place life swells.

This was the second night they had spent the night in this spot having run out of gas escaping a near arrest after pulling away without paying the tab. They sat on the last peg below the red dash meant to represent pencil fumes left in the tank. Big bro figured they had a mile and didn’t want to waste it until they could figure out a way to steal more. The rations were low and this extended road trip was near its end and they both knew it. Lil bro starts to nod his head and yawn. You awake bro? Lil bro asks from the lowest voice he could muster in the heat. You got a smoke? Big bro,”We’re out.” I feel like shit. I’m so hung over. I need a cigarette right now so bad me head if fucking pounding. Big Bro shared the same ringing in his head and didn’t want Lil bro that squares were on the list of things to lift from the last truck stop. They were both just glad as hell to have gotten the pigs off their trail after the last heist. He knew that now there ride had been compromised and there would be no major more frivolous spending if they any hope of reaching LA by the end of the week.

The two glanced up at the sun and realize the desert of America was the back drop to suburbia they found themselves in. Big Bro, “better find a place to get cool or they’ll cook for the rest of the day. Well we got about a few miles left in the tank. “Where the fucks are we?” “Phoenix but, I’m not sure what part.” The two decided to drink every beer in the two thirty packs they had boosted the night before. This was their belated reward for a night of instant gratification. “I can’t believe we didn’t get arrested last night. I don’t know how that cop did not spot us.” In truth big bro didn’t know the cop had to have passed right by them and make his way out of the dead end road.

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Big Bro’s eye stung after blinking and light, magnified by the eighty eight Durango’s front windshield, radiates his vascular fore arms causing them to excrete tiny beads that grow and fall following veins to a plastic armrest. It was noon and the hoods of every car on the block had to be hot enough to fry an egg and cook a steak. He felt like a cupcake coming to rise in an easy bake everything inside the dark blue sedan was on a low broil and Big Bro thought he could take another hour and they would have to find some form of shade.

Lil Bro breathes deeply and takes in the sweet syrup smell of evaporated diet soda spilt in the cup holder and collected pennies lining it. A drop of perspiration rolls down his adam’s apple and into the soft dip between his clavicle bones. He sinks deeper into the reclined grey leather chair with each shallow breathe. His older sibling, better known as Big Bro, cracks an eyelid and watches the mechanical sprinklers pop out of grass and shower perfidiously edged lush St. Augustine matted front yards. He was sure that they had made it to Arizona although this looked nothing like the desert he expected. It was a long drive across the Texas panhandle had taken longer than expected and each day spent in El Paso was one that took away from the ultimate destination.

It was a ticker tape rural Phoenix suburban neighborhood each house had two or more levels with a large green lawn. There was only one tree on the block and It was a palm. The tree reminds Big Bro of the beach and what he’d seen in the movies of California and the sunset strip. Babied flower beds stripe an inviting bright mess of colors geometrically patterned to lead up to each house surrounding the cul-de-sac. Big Bro forgot the street’s name and curiosity of the baring didn’t cross his mind. All he could think of was the heat. A closer than normal Sun was now hung completely overhead without a cloud in the sky. Even with the windows halfway down it was not cool enough to keep him in deep rim rather leaving him sweltering lucid thoughts.

Once again glancing at his little brother and cautiously avoids making any sudden sounds that would shake him from dreaming. He lets out a struggling yawn and watches the birds float from tree to tree. He hears there back and forth tweets and long whistles and watches them skip across a lawn looking for worms the mulch. A mocking bird lets out the chirping sounds of a scissor tail hanging on the side of a miniature two stories house atop a ten foot pole in someone’s back yard. then recognizes one of them as a mockingbird. It was his state bird and remembers studying it in elementary school.

This was the second night they had spent the nbight in this spot having ran out of gas escaping a near arrest after pulling away without paying the tab. They sat on the last peg below the red dash ment to represent pencil fumes left in the tank. Big bro figured they had a mile and did’nt want to waste it until they could figure out a way to steal more. The rations were low and this extended road trip was near it’s end and they both knew it. Lil bro

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Special thanks to Sam for punctual corrections, grammar modifications and diction enhancement.

It was an overpriced piece of “Modern Shit,” and the latest substantial gift from SWMU boosters somberly praying to evoke an undefeatable spirit. Desperate to hear that once familiar soothing victory chant, “Stallions are the champs,” replaying in their heads, alumni ardently attempted to cast monetary clout with a brand spanking new investment. As one player puts it, “It’s the most kick ass scoreboard ever,” towering over the Stallions’ end zone. This Booster Club raised enough funds to feed Africa but somehow only managed to conjure a state of the art 1992 scoreboard.

No wins in seven years would make a once spendthrift dominant collegiate football team sink so desperately low that money boosters would resort to brazen budget bubbles in order to gain respect. Have it flaunt it, right? Forgive me. I am not a good narrator. A little back story is due here so let me elaborate.

SWMU, South Western Masonic University, became the first and only recipient of the Collegiate Athletic Associations’ death penalty. The defining rule passed down by a committee made South Western Masonic University’s football team ineligible for competition. SWMU’s football team was banned from any form of competition in the league for four years and placed on probation two years preceding their re-entrance to conference play. The team would be subjected to a bureaucraticly imposed probation resulting in the loss of fifty five scholarship positions over the course of four years.

The Death Penalty was swiftly dealt out as a way to show what would happen to repeat offenders. They get the literal bureaucratic homicide. The NCAA condemned this, “Ivy of the South,” with their harshest blow. The board felt SWMU extensively shattered every rule to sway top ranked graduating high school seniors into their athletics program. Recruiting rumors jumped across campuses until amazingly cultivated tales of white nose-numbing devil powder and big city strippers clashed with the moralizing mentality of 1980 suburbia. Nothing was sacred in, potentially, the worst display of power by money hungry Institutional cowboys desperate to create a legacy. These men relied on signing major high-school athletes to join a universities’ athletics department for purely selfish reasons. The players were worth major bread and it was the first time they knew exactly how much.

Stallion players participated in cultish orgies with thousand dollar drug tabs. Extravagant X-rated stories broke like fine china against ears of these prenatal NFL stars. Free exotic cars and all-expense paid trips to gentlemen’s clubs were given out to eighteen year old “Blue Chips” man-boys. These poor guys had the look of yearning for independence and big city lights with a woman that might be the one. Quickly they learn to accept people willing to give and do anything for a win. There is no compromise in winning, just a vending machine dumping out expensive and sometimes sinful goodies for your exemplarity talent. High school seniors suddenly realize how everything works and that it is time to earn their keep.

Four years prior to the obnoxious constructing of team facilities that left teachers asking, “Where is the school?” every building was dwarfed by the massive stadium taking up every inch of its available space. There was a barrage of complaints to the NCAA followed by a handful of anonymous tips. The best part were the leaked office budgets clearly documenting the amount of several thousands going to one players new Mercedes Benz. All of it was true. The rumors were not audaciously fabricated. The “We are God” Boosters spent more than a quarter of a million dollars on dumb, full of cum, eighteen year old star high school football players.

News paper accounts of the controversy spread extensively until testimonies of former players ratting out coaches and coaches ratting out their superiors bled through the national sports media. The only thing that had to be done was a revamping of the entire football coaching staff to save the schools image and appease the public. That is, almost all of them. The only person spared was Doc, the teams’ veteran sports therapist.

Recruits were forced to testify in court and be publicly acknowledged as eye witnesses to the carnal delights in which they partook. The presence of parents and press made these public acknowledgements compounded the humiliation. Parents and players sat in the witness stand spilling the beans and absolutely admitting to every charge they were accused of in an attempt to save their jobs and reputations. The standing evidence states that SWMU boosters and recruiting coaches went to great lengths to accommodate every star player’s financial needs to the ninth degree these man-boys found that their signature brought physical pleasures and financial stability for life. That alone is enough to convince a player considering multiple college offers to join SWMU’s Stallions.

When a team goes undefeated for several years running, people wonder how the winning machine was created. The answer is money; deceptively simple money that transforms anything into everything as the testimonies of former players and coaches proved. After all it was the evil eighties and America was well aware, “Greed is good.”

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It was both an overpriced piece of “Modern Shit,” and well, the last substantial gift given by SWMU boosters praying for a win. Desperate to hear that soothing sound of victory Alumni attempt to tridantly persuade an cast an overall monetary clout. Conjuring everything from Colorado Ski trips to boastfully not too cheap “state of the art” 1992 major booster club investment and a perfect metaphor for a season that had only have one win. Forgive me. I am not a good narrator. A little back story is due hear so, let me elaborate.

Four years prior to the obnoxious erection an obtuse move to tighten cash for eighteen year old pardon the pun, dumb, hung and full of cum, recruits, star. Do you think SWMU produces an extensive record of accommodating every listed star player’s financial needs to the inth degree? One stroke of the pen. It was all about the coke ted broadening its spectrum. Nothing else can be done or said other than the alligations where true. It was the evil eighties and as for the devil ever wonder how his nose got so red..

made SWMU the recipient of the Collegiate Athletic Associations’ first and so far only known death penalty. The defines of a ruling committee made law South Western Masonic University’s team ineligible for competition. Two years after that the football team would be part of a board imposed probation resulting in the loss of over 55 scholarship positions over the course of the team’s four year ordeal. This Death Penalty was a decision dealt out by the committee as a way to show what would happen to repeat violators. The NCAA condemned SMU with their harshest blow. They felt SWMU extensively shattered every rule to sway top ranked graduating high school seniors into their sports program. Recruiting rumors spread to other campuses until all over the south crazy rumors cultivated of to the point that the 1980 team participated in cultish orgies on mountains of thousand dollar bills. Extravagant tales spread. X rated tales like fine china dishes smashed on recruits ears as signs of what to expect in plebarganing teams their triumph toward gladioric manhood. Free cars, the exotic kind, and all expense paid trips to Gentlemen clubs poured out to young men not allowed to sip their first pint of alcohol.

Conquered athletes bumble pass the coaches with noodle legs doing everything possible to take in the horizon’s left over fumes. This particular day was the hottest august day the city has seen on record. They look up at a hypnotizing cocktail of revelry staring Verdun, the miniature pony and teams’ official gimpy excuse for a mascot, plays out above the Mustang end zone. The touchdown montage ends with the explosion of an atomic hog bladder spheroid. One hundred and eight degrees slides by on the LED as the expanding horizon squelches and radiates into a mirage of fumes rippling under the brutal sun. Mustang football players heave over synthetic fibers that make up the stadium’s new turf field. Hot sun sets colors glistening and vibrating surrounding air. Young and willful men do everything they can to suck and sip in natural air. The new arena was surrounded by metal stands that could sit about one hundred thousand people. They wouldn’t be caught dead sitting in those stands at this time of day and year. It would be enough to set a person’s rear end on fire and fry any bare skin that so much as grazes into a shriveled pork rind on those steel bolted down blood red folding chairs.

Paul, a man’s body slapped with the brain of an adolescent, looks at the digital thermometer hanging from the omnisciently looming scoreboard. The team’s mascot, a white mustang, was painted under the temperature on a score board acquired through the school’s most prevalent donor. Somehow, a mustang on the score board looks more like a retarded mule then the majestic wild horse it’s meant to portray. The Ponies have the worst record in the league for the past three years and one could draw the conclusion a less then authentic cartoony horse has something to do with it.

Whistles belt out short loud chirps. “Alright, stop for a fifteen second break!” Paul puts his hands over his head and slowly controls a deep breath. Players struggle to encourage other teammates hunched down huffing and puffing. Paul “come on get up let’s go guys! Two more then we’re done!” Short, rigid and hairy Coach Benet blows his whistle. “Sprint you pussies!” Spit flies out his mouth as he biting down on the whistle and speaking simultaneously, “Move your asses or everyone is getting two more laps.” Benet’s face glows bright red and blood vessels swell on his throat. “I want to see you winning this year.” Players drag their feet and attempt to stay focused as heat waves ripple off the stadiums metallic chairs like over spilt gas. “Oh, ya baby I’m cold!” Sidney shivers then transforms into a wild dog. “Ruff, Sidney snarls and barks at the teams’ slowest and chubbiest tackle. A Former Cowboy’s linebacker and it’s easy to see he’s the biggest man on the field. He’s got weird style but wears it well. A tall afro connected to the back by a small rat tail braided and sticking out like a post above three separate sized shiny necklaces that match his gold ear rings. He claps his hands chest muscles bounce and stretch the pink tank top with black tiger paws on it. “Push it! Let’s go!” Sidney runs up to the fattest lineman and slaps the linemen’s slow plump sweaty ass. The whistle gives out one long last chirp.“Alright good job, get in here.”

The team runs to circle up on Coach Benet. “Take a knee.” They snap off helmets then shoulder pads and Benet twirls a whistle around his pointer finger. He brushes down a Tom Selleck mustache resting his chin and thinking as a copper bracelet slides down his arm. The sweat and skin alchemized a visible green stain around his wrist. “All the losers and tit suckers get off my fucking field. “ The team struggles to catch wind. He points up to the thermometer. “I know it’s hot, you can take it. Right?” The team responds with a massive “yes sir.” He takes off his ten gallon straw hat. “If you caint’, go play tennis or soccer because this is a man’s sport.” Sweat drips in his eye and he doesn’t blink. “If you want to play for me, you better bust your ass!” He spits the wipes down his mustache. “Don’t cramp up. I’m tired of players having to get I.V.’s.” Paul squirts cold water on his face. “Get hydrated before practice. Drink a Gatorade right when you wake up.” He looks over at Coach Sidney who is shuffling through his fanny pack. “Coach Sidney, anything to add?” Coach Sidney steps forward cracks open a quick whiff of ammonia meant to give power lifters a head rush before throwing weight in the air. Sidney snorts in the strong scented break stick then snarling he growls at the players around him. “I’m going to bench five hundred pounds twice then hit the showers, I got swamp ass.” The team laughs. “Alright, everybody up on me let’s get in here and get a loud as fucking break.” The players enclose on Benet shoving each other as the bounce around with pure testosterone. “Break it out three. One, two, three, the team joins in Mustangs!” As the players disperse Paul picks up his helmet and shoulder pads. “Paul, come here a minute I want to talk to you.” Paul runs to the sideline where his coach stands now accompanied by Sidney and three other assistant coaches.

Paul, “Yes sir?” The assistant coaches silently stare at him judging the “Boy-Man” from head to toe. Sidney looks at Benet. “Doc needs to see you.” Paul, ok, just give me a few minutes. I got to take a shower.” Benet sighs. “Why don’t you just go ahead and hustle straight to Doc’s.” Hesitantly Paul replies, “Sure.” As instantaneous as Paul turns and jogs to the exit assistant coaches snivel spitting out chew and relentlessly shooting fast glances back and forth. An assistant coach looks at Benet.” It’s a damn shame on that’s boy family, him Losing everything on account of stupidity. I’d be mad as hell at my boy if I was his Paw…” Another assistant coach spits out a slab of chewing tobacco. “Coming home with his tail tucked between his legs.” Benet, “Come on now guys, he’s going have to get a job pumping gas somewhere.” All the coaches’ share in an elongated laugh but, Sidney slows his chuckle sooner than the rest.

He enters Doc’ Junior’s office. Three football players and a metro sexual tennis player get the total body ice down in a whirlpool room towards the back of the complex. Paul opens the door after taking off his shoes then starts a slow walk in before being immediately greeted by Doc. Doc, Hey Paul let’s go into my office. Paul stops, looks around and notices everyone is fixated on his actions. Doc’s eyes shift avoiding everyone around to the point he is looking directly at the ground. Doc’s office door opens and a vacuumed sealed room suddenly exhales its’ hidden sixty seven degree room. Doc holds the door open for Paul disturbing the temperature in the training facility its enclosed in by glass walls. Doc’s office sits in a class a training and rehab center banked in like a fish tank.

The inside of Docs office is pristine. Like a commercial set for some cleaning agent. Certain books in his shelf glisten making it surreal and almost fake clean or just impeccably kept. It’s got a motif the seemingly suggests that a professional cleaner comes every hour on the hour and signs their name after having thoroughly sanitizing everything on spot. It had a verifying the comforting feeling one would come to naturally love, believe and feel safe in. Scholarly looking papers hang framed and certified on the wall behind Doc.

(Foot note 1) Doc makes up an entire lineage of trainers working in sports medicine. His father was a trainer for the Bears and his father before him a trainer for the Packers. They were all dapper men claiming wives as mere puppets to lead on straight coaches who have always hired them on their remarkably inviting personalities. Doc senior did not receive any special training nor did he go through any specific course to obtain his job. He simply gave Vince Lombardy a blow job. That brings up the question of whether mere circumstance played into a lineage of bisexual football coaches bread into the business by men that couldn’t face society’s rejection of their homosexuality. At least one could arrive at the conclusion that these coaches felt comfortable around a particular breed of men so much so they provided jobs of rank to them for three generations. Their names are Doc, Doc sr. and Doc. Jr. (back to text)

The “Doc” takes in a deep breath, “Paul something came up in your urine. Son, do you know the damage that steroids do to the human condition?” Doc watches for Paul’s’ reaction. The chemicals found in your specimen have been linked to some serious side effects. Paul, these drugs can take their toll mentally physically and emotionally.” Paul thought about each needle that went through his skin and began to swallow down the bad thought with another one more random. He thought of the monster that gave him nightmares as a kid. Although now a tall green faced Frankenstein would hardly scare him yet then, as a child, the sight of a man with stitches across his forehead terrified the living daylights out of Paul. He imagined a body turning green and mutating larger with each word leaving Doc’s thin pink lips. “Your gains were not real Paul. You cheated and for that we are going to have to kick you off the team. Your scholarship has been suspended until further review. I’m going to be honest with you since this school got the death penalty it rarely makes exceptions to any of the NCAA’s guidelines, let alone those pertaining to urine analysis.” I’m sure you know what was in your system but, in case you didn’t here is a copy of the test results and here is your letter from the Board. Your levels of testosterone were exceedingly high. Paul’s head hangs in his hands. They found traces of four types of anabolic steroids along with a high level of winstrol the same drug they shoot in racehorses before they went to the track. What were you thinking? Still his thought lept back to a this time any even more distracting thoughts of his parents looking at him with discontent as he carried his belonging back into their home. Finally he breaks silence. “Paul, does this mean I’m getting kicked off the team?” His eyes look right up at Doc’s. You think I didn’t know what I was doing well your right I feel stupid now. I wish I hadn’t done them. Hell I quit taking them before the season started that should count for something. Well they are still in your system Paul. I’m sorry really sorry You don’t understand Paul starts to cry You can’t take my scholarship away. Now Paul this doesn’t mean you are getting kick out of school this just mean you can’t participate with the team

Paul suddenly has a flash back his entire athletic career. He laughed. Is something funny doc asked. It was funny because to him all the memories were wrapped in sweat and sacrifice yet to them he was going to be known as a cheater and an outcast. There is nothing funny about your situation doc repeated. It’s funny yeah its funny. Funny isn’t it? That a coach gave me those steroids. Paul looks past doc and at Sidney who was helping a female tennis player of the examining table and across the white lenolium floor. He picks up his shoe. Paul are saying a coach provided you these steroids. If you want to give me a name the board might look at that in your favor. Sidney peers at Paul from the outside room and shakes his head a stern fashion. Do you want to give me a name Paul? Pual looks back at Doc. Nothing I say will change situation here. We could fill out a form of misconduct. They might side with giving you back your scholarship. Just give me a name. Doc pleads with Paul as Sidney Paced by the office. Why’d you do it son. Paul, I wanted start, be a player part of the team not somebody riding the pine. Doc, Im going to recommend you to a Psychiatrist I know. I’m sorry Paul but you made the decision maybe if you bring out some names the board will give your scholarship another review. Until you provide a viable explanation your off the team. Doc shuffles uneasily afraid of Paul’s response and uncertain of his own next move. He finally pulls out a card and slides it across the table to paul. His name is Shoeburger he’s a good friend and you can tell him anything in complete confidence. I’ve cried over his shoulder before. Doc Pauses and adjusts his chair. This was over my former wife of course. Always get prenuptial son. You’re saving money in the long run trust me. Especially if you marry a trophy wife whore.

(trophy wife- foot note)A trophy wife as defined is always disputed. Some say blonde with particular height and weight requirements. Typically the name is defined under American History. Only this term could be used as a byproduct of the United Nations. Doc refers to is something a older more established man acquires as a pretext or sometimes carrying after the Purchase of an expensive automobile. A trophy wife is often referred to as a bi product of a man’s mid life crisis. Many odd facsimiles follow that fall of hair and testosterone now prematurely awarded to Paul who would trade his dysfunction depressive thoughts for anything. He was trained like a pup to look at pretty things and appreciate the beauty without taking into account the roses many thorns.

“ If there is a…” Doc pauses, “some random person a coach perhaps that supplies steroids here it’s going to be your word against his.” It would help if you had as many people as you can that could attest to your character and upbringing. You know like former coaches, relatives, teach and even preach if that should apply. You need people you know at this juncture in your life son. Take the card and contact this man. You have to go now son, get your belonging and don’t try to keep a helmet. Paul stands and looks down on Doc for the first time in the entire conversation. I don’t want your fucking helmet even though I feel I have already earned it. Don’t let the steroids go to your head son. “I’m not your son don’t you want this card. He’s probably your last chance. Paul, “keep it.” The word son condescendingly rung in the back of Paul’s’ ear like banging drums he felt that the sound did quite settle with his building animosity towards authority.

Paul walks out of Doc’s office wanting badly to break anything in his path. His shoulder bumps into Sidney rounding the corner. Hey what’s good brother. Hey fuck you. I hope you didn’t try and spread any lies. You said it would be out of my system. lets not talk about this here. Why not you said that you could guarantee I would play. Now I’m kicked off the team. You got results if it wasn’t for me coaches wouldn’t even remember your name. Little pip squeak bitch! I made you a man. You was nothing a nobody, just a number on the sideline. Now I’m not even a number You owe me. If you’re thinking about saying my name Paul, screw you. Get off your pitty pot. You fucking baby. I didn’t make you do anything. You fed the shit to me like candy. You knew what you were doing you’re a man. Start acting like it. Paul swings at Sidney missing his face and slamming into the wall behind him. Sidney grabs Paul by the throat and holds him still with a massive grip. Keep my name out your mouth bitch or I’’l make you regret it.’ His eyes were red with fore.

Pushing open the “Bo” facility doors that kept out the hot august sun Paul’s stomach turned as he looked at the tall statue of Bo Walter shining as the largest human figure near the stadium’s entrance. The statue frowned at him but what the fuck did he care. Bo is living the high life off his alumni connections. Paul thought to himself maybe if he hadn’t of listened to Sidney his career as a mustang would not be over. He’s always done stupid shit like that he thought to himself over his lifetime how many times has he been a gullible bastard A weight was lifted off Paul’s shoulders and he stood tall after thinking that for once he would be able to sleep late in the morning. It was something he used to do before starting the 5 am workouts. "Who was he kidding? He didn’t love the sport and the more he thought about Benne face the more he was ok with the thought of not being on the team. What he didn’t want to do was go home or appear to his parents that in any way things were not normal. He knew he was going to have to tell them he was not on the team. The question that boggled his mid was how he would present the information to them that would keep them on his side. He’s dead deader than the losers that stick around and stock at the grocery store. Without his scholarship he could no longer afford his home. Job the word brought a ton of memories Paul had of doing hard work to earn a buck. A dollar stands out now in Paul mind. Money was it. It is the only thing he needs.

(Bo Walter foot note)- Bo was the most athletic of three sons. He was born to a single parent home in Hill Park Texas. In set on the suburbs of Dallas and was known publicly to be the wealthiest community in Texas. Despite the fact that his father left the family when he was only three at such a young age Bo was an over achiever. First round second pick by the 1957 Cincinnati Bengals picked him. and playing so well he was accepted into the hall of fame.

There is a saying that Bo waltz was as golden as golden gets. His knees can’t really say the same thing. He can barely walk and his buddy Jimmy Dale Frayne is dead. Paul thought at least he didn’t have to deal with the pains and ales the game takes on a man. Some say one year in the NFL can take off as many as five years off a young man’s life. Still he felt fucked and something about the whole deal smelt rotten to him. He felt he had been stabbed in the back when literally he had been.

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Chapter 2 – How to play at 100 percent

Sidney’s apartment was something like a dude pad. Nothing in the apartment was his except for a print of a painting on the wall wich Sidney went to great leanghts to describe as art mainly as an excuse to remind his guest that was his. Yet he was in Sidneys house and felt surrounded by a fortress of trust.

He had been body building since thirteen and that fist adolescent pubic hair sprouted out the surface of his bare virgin skin. (foot note- Body building) I am behind you .

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INT. -- THE GEEATZ KITCHEN -- MORNING

The family is gathered around the kitchen table surrounded by eggs, bacon and pancakes. The mother is the only one not sitting at the table she is standing with milk and orange juice in her hands. Her name is Leta Geeatz and she is the mother of: a dying turtle, adolescent Gothic teen daughter Kim and soon to be dead cat Fu Fu. Her husband Ronald aka Ray Ray lights a cigarette at table. And opens the paper.

LETA

Damn it Ray! Can you please go outside?

Ronald Wright family man and entrepreneur shoots a scowl at his wife gives her the middle finger and throws open the sliding glass door to the front porch. Kim stares at her pancakes and starts to gag.

LETA

Your not staying home from school.

Kim continues to gag

KIM

Did you see Charlie this morning? His face is pulling to the right side. I think he had another seizure last night.

Kim looks at the turtle in her hand. The turtle’s head is hanging limp outside of it’s shell.

KIM

Any moment one of Charlie's little blood vessels lining his cerebral cortex will bust putting him in a coma.

LETA

Charlie will die and so will Fu Fu. It is just part of life.

Leta tears a piece of bacon in half and throws it down for Fu Fu.

KIM

I feel like I ate too much. I’m about to be sick.

Kim runs the sliding glass door as her father stands on the porch lighting a three foot roar. Now the only one left at the table is Charlie. The turtle lifts up his head slowly and twitches it to the right then drops it on the table. Leta turns to look out the glass door. Kim has her mouth on the roar as her dad lights the bowl. Leta’s face turns red as she runs to the door and flings it open. Kim turns to look at her and blows smoke in her mother face.

LETA

Kim what the hell are you doing I finally decide to cook breakfast and you take my greens. You know I always get seconds in the wake and bake rotation.

A fly lands on the pancakes as Fu Fu jumps on the table and starts to eat the bacon. The father opens the door and leads the family back into the kitchen he looks at his watch and realizes he is late for work. He opens the fridge gets out a bottle of clear eyes and takes two drops and passes it on to Leta. Leta takes two drops and passes the bottle to her daughter. As Ronald puts on his coat and Leta cleans off the table Kim takes out needle from her sleeve pokes two holes in the tip of her finger and screams.

KIM

I just got bit by a brown recluse. It crawled back behind the counter.

Her parents don’t acknowledging her.

LETA

You are going to school.

KIM

Do you have any benadryl?

Ronald turns his head and glares at Kim.

RONALD

Your not benny bombing this morning. If you keep sleeping through your class I’m going to send you to boarding school in Cuba.

Ronald turns and opens the front door Fu Fu flys out the door first and into the circle drive in front of the house. As Fu Fu walks from the curb to the street the family starts to scream. Ronald runs for the street as a mini-van going five miles an hour heads for Fu Fu.

RONALD

Stop!

Leta drops her keys covers her mouth and screams.

LETA

Fu! Fu!

A drop of blood leaves Kim’s finger and falls to the floor. Fu Fu turns her head to look at the family still in the house as she is slowly run over by the mini-van. Ronald runs toward the mini-van running over his cat and puts his hand out motioning for the driver to stop. The mini-van stops and the driver rolls down the window. Ronald runs up to the driver.

EXT. -- THE GEEATZ FRONT YARD -- MORNING

RONALD

Move! You are on my cat!

The driver’s eyes open wide and he puts the mini-van into drive and peels the tires forward causing blood and fur to fly in Ronald’s face. Ronald picks up the body and holds it in his arm. Leta is holding Kim as they both cry. The driver gets out wearing a suit and thick bifocals. Ronald weeps over the body.

RONALD

Were you not looking or can you not see right in front of you?

The driver shakes his head and searches for words.

RONALD

What’s your name sir?

TED

Ted. I just moved in next door and I am so sorry.

RONALD

Well, sorry is not going to cut it. I hope you have a good attorney Ted cause this cat you just murdered is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was from Persia!

TED

I’m the new District Attorney, believe me sir I want to keep this out of court. There must be something we can work out.

Ronald drops the cat and walks to behind the mini-van and looks at the license plate.

RONALD

Wow, I thought I saw DA on your license plate.

Ronald extends his hand covered in cat hair and blood.

RONALD

The names Ronald Geeatz and this is my wife Leta and my daughter Kim.

Leta and Kim are still holding each other and weeping.

RONALD

It’s OK girls we’ll get a new Fu Fu.

TED

I’m sorry we had to meet under these terms. Listen Why don’t you guys come over for dinner tonight. I’ll have my fix up something special and you can meet my family.

Ronald holds his wife and daughter.

RONALD

It’s alright Ted I think we are just going to grieve alone tonight but, maybe we can do it tomorrow.

TED

I have to coach my son Trevor’s little league team tomorrow.

RONALD

Your son’s name is Trevor?

TED

Yeah. Trevor.

RONALD

I had a son named Trevor he was run over by an eighteen wheeler when he was three.

TED

I’ve got an assistant coach he can take over tomorrow. Why don’t you guys come over for dinner tomorrow night. Ronald If you need any help burring Fu Fu let me know.

RONALD

It’s ok Ted we want her cremated so that we can put her ashes in the flower bed. When the flowers bloom we will see her be reborn.

Ronald takes out his handkerchief blows his nose and then wipes a tear drop from his wife’s face with the handkerchief.

RONALD

We will see you tomorrow friend.

Ted gets back into his car and drives off leaving the family to weep in the front yard over Fu Fu’s body. As the mini-van makes the turn to leave the dead end street.

RONALD

Well, goodbye Fu Fu.

The family goes back into the house leaving the cats body on the street.

EXT. -- THE GEEATZ POOL -- DAY

ssshhh

Chapter 1- The Piss Test

It was one hundred and eight degrees on a gigantic navy blue scoreboard. The scoreboard was a state of the art gift to boost spirit after receiving the National Collegiate Athletic Associations’ first and so far only known death penalty. The rule made law SMU’s (Southern Masonic University’s) team as ineligible for competition for two years and resulting in a loss of over 55 scholarship positions over the course of the team’s four year probation. A decision dealt out by the committee as a way to show what would happen to a repeat violator. The NCAA condemned SMU with their harshest blow. They felt SMU had extensively broken every rule to get graduating high school seniors signed up to their sports program that they could no longer compete. Recruiting stories spread to other campuses until soon all over the south rumors spread of free cars and all expense paid trips to Gentlemen clubs and even in some cases blank checks handed out to top recruits in order to sway their choice.

A hypnotizing electric fly flicker LED spells out touchdown and a technical cocktail of celebration scenes with the teams’ mascot, Peruna the Pony, plays out above the end zone. The barrage of characterizations kicks off with the explosion of an atomic football. This was the pig skin spheroid that was once made from a pigs’ bladder. Grad oar scenes meant to excite the crowd out of their seats oddly ends with a sun setting over a beach brought to life by the movement of stampeded horses along a shrinking tide. All of these images paraded out like short films painted across a Wall Street building. The scenes were just logged numerical patterns to the programmer designing its code but, to the football players on hot days like this it was an escape from reality. One slight gust of air and it was easy to get lost on the back of a majestic wild pony joining his sprint and feeling the cool ocean mist hit your head collect on your necks and roll down your back.

Expanding matter squelches and radiates into a mirage of fumes that ripple the horizon. Players heave over synthetic fibers that make up the stadium’s new turf field. Athletic young men bumble pass the coaches with noodle legs doing everything possible to take horizon like spilt fuel bending the hot colors surrounding air. Young and willful men do everything they can to suck and sip in natural air. The new arena was surrounded by metal stands that could sit about one hundred thousand people. They wouldn’t be caught dead sitting in those stands at this time of day and year. It would be enough to set a person’s rear end on fire and fry any bare skin that so much as grazes into a shriveled pork rind on those steel bolted down blood red folding chairs.

Paul, a man’s body slapped with the brain of an adolescent, looks at the digital thermometer hanging from the omnisciently looming scoreboard. The team’s mascot, a white mustang, was painted under the temperature on a score board acquired through the school’s most prevalent donor. Somehow, a mustang on the score board looks more like a retarded mule then the majestic wild horse it’s meant to portray. The Ponies have the worst record in the league for the past three years and one could draw the conclusion a less then authentic cartoony horse has something to do with it.

Whistles belt out short loud chirps. “Alright, stop for a fifteen second break!” Paul puts his hands over his head and slowly controls a deep breath. Players struggle to encourage other teammates hunched down huffing and puffing. Paul “come on get up let’s go guys! Two more then we’re done!” Short, rigid and hairy Coach Benet blows his whistle. “Sprint you pussies!” Spit flies out his mouth as he biting down on the whistle and speaking simultaneously, “Move your asses or everyone is getting two more laps.” Benet’s face glows bright red and blood vessels swell on his throat. “I want to see you winning this year.” Players drag their feet and attempt to stay focused as heat waves ripple off the stadiums metallic chairs like over spilt gas. “Oh, ya baby I’m cold!” Sidney shivers then transforms into a wild dog. “ Ruff, ruff.” Snarling at the teams’ slowest and chubbiest line man is Coach Sidney. A Former Cowboy’s linebacker and it’s easy to see he’s the biggest man on the field. He’s got weird style but wears it well. A tall afro connected to the back by a small rat tail braided and sticking out like a post above three separate sized shiny necklaces that match his gold ear rings. He claps his hands chest muscles bounce and stretch the pink tank top with black tiger paws on it. “Push it! Let’s go!” Sidney runs up to the fattest lineman and slaps the linemen’s slow plump sweaty ass. The whistle gives out one long last chirp.“Alright good job, get in here.”

The team runs to circle up on Coach Benet. “Take a knee.” They snap off helmets then shoulder pads and Benet twirls a whistle around his pointer finger. He brushes down a Tom Selleck mustache resting his chin and thinking as a copper bracelet slides down his arm. The sweat and skin alchemized a visible green stain around his wrist. “All the losers and tit suckers get off my fucking field. “ The team struggles to catch wind. He points up to the thermometer. “I know it’s hot, you can take it. Right?” The team responds with a massive “yes sir.” He takes off his ten gallon straw hat. “If you caint’, go play tennis or soccer because this is a man’s sport.” Sweat drips in his eye and he doesn’t blink. “If you want to play for me, you better bust your ass!” He spits the wipes down his mustache. “Don’t cramp up. I’m tired of players having to get I.V.’s.” Paul squirts cold water on his face. “Get hydrated before practice. Drink a Gatorade right when you wake up.” He looks over at Coach Sidney who is shuffling through his fanny pack. “Coach Sidney, anything to add?” Coach Sidney steps forward cracks open a quick whiff of ammonia meant to give power lifters a head rush before throwing weight in the air. Sidney snorts in the strong scented break stick then snarling he growls at the players around him. “I’m going to bench five hundred pounds twice then hit the showers, I got swamp ass.” The team laughs. “Alright, everybody up on me let’s get in here and get a loud as fucking break.” The players enclose on Benet shoving each other as the bounce around with pure testosterone. “Break it out three. One, two, three, the team joins in Mustangs!” As the players disperse Paul picks up his helmet and shoulder pads. “Paul, come here a minute I want to talk to you.” Paul runs to the sideline where his coach stands now accompanied by Sidney and three other assistant coaches.

Paul, “Yes sir?” The assistant coaches silently stare at him judging the “Boy-Man” from head to toe. Sidney looks at Benet. “Doc needs to see you.” Paul, ok, just give me a few minutes. I got to take a shower.” Benet sighs. “Why don’t you just go ahead and hustle straight to Doc’s.” Hesitantly Paul replies, “Sure.” As instantaneous as Paul turns and jogs to the exit assistant coaches snivel spitting out chew and relentlessly shooting fast glances back and forth. An assistant coach looks at Benet.” It’s a damn shame on that’s boy family, him Losing everything on account of stupidity. I’d be mad as hell at my boy if I was his Paw…” Another assistant coach spits out a slab of chewing tobacco. “Coming home with his tail tucked between his legs.” Benet, “Come on now guys, he’s going have to get a job pumping gas somewhere.” All the coaches’ share in an elongated laugh but, Sidney slows his chuckle sooner than the rest.

He enters Doc’ Junior’s office. Three football players and a metro sexual tennis player get the total body ice down in a whirlpool room towards the back of the complex. Paul opens the door after taking off his shoes then starts a slow walk in before being immediately greeted by Doc. Doc, Hey Paul let’s go into my office. Paul stops, looks around and notices everyone is fixated on his actions. Doc’s eyes shift avoiding everyone around to the point he is looking directly at the ground. Doc’s office door opens and a vacuumed sealed room suddenly exhales its’ hidden sixty seven degree room. Docholds the door open for Paul disturbing the temperature in the training facility its enclosed in by glass walls. Doc’s office sits in a class a training and rehab center banked in like a fish tank.

The inside of Docs office is pristine. Like a commercial set for some cleaning agent. Certain books in his shelf glisten making it surreal and almost fake clean or just impeccably kept. It’s got a motif the seemingly suggests that a professional cleaner comes every hour on the hour and signs their name after having thoroughly sanitizing everything on spot. It had a verifying the comforting feeling one would come to naturally love, believe and feel safe in. Scholarly looking papers hang framed and certified on the wall behind Doc.

(Foot note 1) Doc makes up an entire lineage of trainers working in sports medicine. His father was a trainer for the Bears and his father before him a trainer for the Packers. They were all dapper men claiming wives as mere puppets to lead on straight coaches who have always hired them on their remarkably inviting personalities. Doc senior did not receive any special training nor did he go through any specific course to obtain his job. He simply gave Vince Lombardy a blow job. That brings up the question of whether mere circumstance played into a lineage of bisexual football coaches bread into the business by men that couldn’t face society’s rejection of their homosexuality. At least one could arrive at the conclusion that these coaches felt comfortable around a particular breed of men so much so they provided jobs of rank to them for three generations. Their names are Doc, Doc sr. and Doc. Jr. (back to text)

“Son, do you know the damage that steroids do to the human condition?” Doc watches for Paul’s’ reaction. The chemicals found in your specimen have been linked to some serious side effects. Paul, these drugs can take their toll mentally physically and emotionally.” Paul thought about each needle that went through his skin and began to swallow down the bad thought with another one more random. He thought of the monster that gave him nightmares as a kid. Although now a tall green faced Frankenstein would hardly scare him yet then, as a child, the sight of a man with stitches across his forehead terrified the living daylights out of Paul. He imagined a body turning green and mutating larger with each word leaving Doc’s thin pink lips. “Your gains were not real Paul. You cheated and for that we are going to have to ick you off the team. Your scholarship has been suspended until further review. Im goignt to be honest with you since this school got the death penalty it rarely makes exceptions to any of the NCAA’s guidelines, let alone those pertaining to urine analysis.” I’m sure you know what was in your system but, in case you didn’t here is a copy of the test results and here is your letter from the Board. Your levels of testosterone were exceedingly high. Paul’s head hangs in his hands. They found traces of four types of anabolic steroids along with a high level of winstrol the same drug they shoot in racehorses before they went to the track. What were you thinking? Still his thought lept back to a this time any even more distracting thoughts of his parents looking at him with discontent as he carried his belonging back into their home. Finally he breaks silence. “Paul, Does this mean I’m getting kicked off the team?” His eyes look right up at Doc’s. You think I didn’t know what I was doing well your right I feel stupid now. I wish I hadn’t done them. Hell I quit taking them before the season started that should count for something. Well they are still in your system Paul. I’m sorry really sorry You don’t understand Paul starts to cry You can’t take my scholarship away. Now Paul this doesn’t mean you are getting kick out of school this just mean you can’t participate with the team

Paul suddenly has a flash back his entire athletic career. He laughed. Is something funny doc asked. It was funny because to him all the memories were wrapped in sweat and sacrifice yet to them he was going to be known as a cheater and an outcast. There is nothing funny about your situation doc repeated. It’s funny yeah its funny. Funny that a coach gave me those steroids. Paul looks past doc and at Sidney who was helping a female tennis player of the examining table and across the white lenolium floor. He picks up his shoe. Paul are saying a coach provided you these steroids. If you want to give me a name the board might look at that in your favor. Sidney peers at Paul from the outside room and shakes his head a stern fashion. Do you want to give me a name Paul? Pual looks back at Doc. Nothing I say will change situation here. We could fill out a form of misconduct. They might side with giving you back your scholarship. Just give me a name. Doc pleads with Paul as Sidney Paced by the office. Why’d you do it son. Pual, I wanted start, be a player part of the team not somebody riding the pine. Doc, Im going to recommend you to a Psychiatrist I know. Im sorry Pual but you made the decision maybe if you bring out some names the board will give your scholarship another review. Until you provide a viable explanation your off the team. Doc shuffles uneasily afraid of Paul’s response and uncertain of his own next move. He finally pulls out a card and slides it across the table to paul. His name is Shoeburger he’s a good friend and you can tell him anything in complete confidence. I’ve cried over his shoulder before. Doc Puases and adjusts his chair. Over my former wife of course. Always get prenuptial son. Your saving money in the long run trust me. Especially if you marry a trophy wife whore.

(trophy wife foot note)A trophy wifeas defined is always disputed. Some say blonde with particular height and weight requirements. Typically the name is defined under American History. Only this term could be used as a byproduct of the United Nations. Doc refers to is something a older more established man aquires as a pretext or sometimes carrying after the Purchase of an expensive automobile. A trophy wife is often refered to as a bi product of a man’s mid life crisis. Many odd facsimilies follow that fall of hair and testosterone naow prematurally awared to Pual who would trade his disfunction depressive thoughts for anything. He was trained like a pup to look at pretty things and apreciat the beauty without taking into account the roses many thorns.

“ If there is a…” Doc pauses, “coach that supplies steroids here it’s going to be your word against his.” It would help if you had as many people as you can that could attest to your character and upbringing. You know like former coaches, reletives, teaches and even preachers if that should apply. You need people you know to get behind you

Chapter 2- People learn to get by

An immanently gothic Bo Waltz stand in a fifteen foot bronze statue outside the stadiums exit. Pual looks up a him immortalizing the “Bo’s” Spirit.

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$for sequel$ Transhumanism. They save Pual secretly taking his brain vital oragan’s and skeletal frame to a government lab underground in Arizona. Using secret technology to transform Pual to mostly machine the doctors have prolonged his life 500 years to where he is now part of whats known as the hive one super computer controls the limited through wargames a population decreaser. Pual is a government asset that travels through time with a large black trunk known as

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"Devil's Escort" Novel

One hundred and eight degrees climbs another notch expanding matter and thresholds to heat in the turf field stadium. Paul, a man’s body slapped with the brain of an adolescent, looks at the digital thermometer hanging from a huge blue scoreboard. A white mustang was painted under the temperature. Somehow, the mustang looks more like a retarded mule then the majestic wild horse it’s meant to portray. The Ponies have the worst record in the league for the past three years and one could draw the conclusion a less then authentic cartoony horse has something to do with it.

Whistles belt out short loud chirps. “Alright, stop for a fifteen second break!” Paul puts his hands over his head and slowly controls a deep breath. Players struggle to encourage other teammates hunched over huffing and puffing. Pual “come on get up let’s go guys! Two more.” Short, rigid and hairy Coach Bennet blows his whistle. “Sprint!” Spit flies out his mouth as he bites down on the whistle. “Move your asses or everyone is getting two more laps.” Bennet’s face glows bright red and blood vessels swell on his throat. “I want to see you winning this year.” Players drag their feet and attempt to stay focused as heat waves ripple off the stadiums metallic chairs like over spilt gas. “Oh, ya! Ruff, ruff.” Snarling at the teams slowest runner is Coach Sidney. A Former Cowboy’s linebacker and it’s easy to see he’s the biggest man on the field. He’s got weird style but wears it well. A tall mohawk afro with three separate sized shiny necklaces that match his gold ear ring. As he claps his hands chest muscles bounce and stretch the pink tank top with black tiger paws on it. “Push it! Let’s go!” Sidney runs up to the fattest lineman and slaps the linemen’s slow plump sweaty ass. The whistle gives out one long last chirp . “Alright, everybody up on me.”

The team runs to circle up on Coach Bennet. “Take a knee.” They snap off helmets then shoulder pads and Bennet twirls a whistle around his pointer finger. He brushes down a Tom Selleck mustache resting his chin and thinking as a copper bracelet slides down his arm. The sweat and skin alchemized a visible green stain around his wrist. “All the losers and tit suckers get off my fucking field. “ The team struggles to catch wind. He points up to the thermometer. “I know it’s hot but, you can take it, caint’ ya?” The team responds with a massive “yes sir.” He takes off his ten gallon straw hat. “If you caint’, go play with each other in the shower.” He looks intense as a junkie begging for a fix. The sweat drips in his eye and doesn’t blink. “If you want to play for me, you better bust your ass!” He spits the wipes down his mustache. “Don’t whine and cry, just be a man! He looks over at Coach Sideny who is shuffling through his fanny pack. “ Coach Sidney, anything to add?” Coach Sidney steps forward cracks open a quick wif of ammonia ment to give power lifters a head rush before throwing weight in the air. He snorts in the strong scented break stick then snarlily growls at the players around him. “I’m going to bench five hundred pounds twice then hit the showers, I got swamp ass.” The team laughs. “Alright. Everybody up on me let’s get in here and get a loud as fucking break.” The players enclose on Bennet shoving each other as the bounce around with pure testosterone. “Break it out three. One, two, three, the team joins in Mustangs!” As the players disperse Paul picks up his helmet and shoulder pads. “Paul, come here a minute I want to talk to you.” Paul runs to the sideline where his coach stands now accompanied by Coach Sidney and three other coaches.

The Devil's Escort

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“THE DEVILS BODY GUARD” -270 ON VALUMS AND STEROIDS-

Paul needs money after losing his scholarship to a positive drug test. The Guy giving him the juice was his own strength Coach. In remorse the coach introduces him to an employer who running a escort business. The CEO lives in Prague providing female companionship to high paying clients in other countries. This guy is running a small side Business with his son that attends the same ivy league school as Paul. Now his friend is a driver too and he drives girls as young as 16 to hotels and clients. His friends name is Adar and Adar listens in on a baby monitor to different women having sex with differnet clients at the same time. When Paul arrives the clients start to change from different origins to mainy asians. He realizes that the asian yakuza boss and the Prague CEO had a joint venture that would profit off of young girls organs. Paul goes on a man hunt for one missing girl then confronts the CEO on a roof top before getting thrown off.

@ climax--keep him awake but still sadated. Can you do that. I can try.

EXT. MUSTANG PRACTICE FEILD- DAY

Pual (18 years old) - runs towards the sidelines.

COACH BENNETT

Pual come here I want to talk to you. Go down to Doc’s he needs to see you.

Taking off his football helmet.

PUAL

Yes sir.

Runs out the stadium.

COACH BENNETT

It’s a damn shame. Could have started next year.

ASSISTANT COACH

I new it wasn't natural to gain 50 pounds in less than a year.

INT. MUSTANG TRAINER’S FACILITY- DAY

Pual walks in and Doc the head trainer motions for him.

DOC

Hey Pual step in my office. Close the door and have a seat.

PAUL

What’s up Doc?

Doc scratches his head.

DOC

Pual your urine tested positive for anabolic steroids. We are going to have to suspend your scholarship.

PUAL

Does this mean I’m getting kicked off the team.

DOC

The N. C. Double A is pretty specific about this.

DOC

Why did you do it.

Coach sidney walks by the Doc’s office.

PAUL

I just wanted to start.

DOC

You know that it was wrong. If your still on them Pual get off. I’m going to recommend a school psychologist for you to see.

PUAL

Your kidding me. I was fucking told to take them by the fucking coaches.

Coach sidney stares at Pual.

DOC

Which coaches?

Pual watches coach Sidney outside the office window.

DOC

Would you like to file a report of misconduct on the coaching staff.

Coach Sidney walks by Doc’s office.

PUAL

Nothing I say will change my situation here.

DOC

I’m sorry Pual but, you made the decision. Maybe if you bring out some names the board will give your scholarship another review. Don’t clean out your locker. We have to take off the team.

EXT. MUSTANG TRAINER’S FACILITY- DAY

Pual walks by the weight room and stops.

COACH SIDNEY

I hope you did’nt try and spread any lies.

PUAL

Why did you tell me to use it if you new it would still be in my system.

COACH SIDNEY

It’s the only way you would get to play. If it wasnt for me you’d just been a number on the sideline.

PUAL

A number and in four years a college degree.

PUAL

You screwed me.

Pual swings. He ducks then counters.

COACH SIDNEY

Don’t blame this on me I just gave you the man I didn't put the needle in your ass.

Pual’s on the floor nose bleeding.

COACH SIDNEY

Keep my name out your mouth or I’ll fucking kill your ass.

EXT. LOCKER FACILITY- DAY

Pual’s walking out of the gym as team practice lets out.

CHANCE

Yo! Pual!

Chance throws his pads down noticing Pual’s bloody nose.

CHANCE

What happened man.

Pual walks away.

CHANCE

Where are you going bro?

INT. COACHES LOCKER ROOM- DAY

PAUL

Sidney! You fucking peice of shit! You told me to take them you said they would be out of my system in a month.

COACH BENNETT

Is this true.

PUAL

Every bit of it.

COACH SIDNEY

Come on Pual. Don’t do this here.

PUAL

You lied to me and I fucking trusted you.

COACH SIDNEY

You wanted the spot you knew what you had to do.

COACH BENNETT

Sidney get out of this office. Get out!

COACH SIDNEY

Shut up old man! You aint a coach and this aint a team. Fucking disgrace. You aint won two games in two years. It’s a waste of my time.

Sidney heads out the doors.

COACH SIDNEY (O.S.)

Hey Pual, don’t think I won’t get mine you little son of a bitch!

Coach Bennet picks up the phone.

COACH BENNETT

Get security. Don’t come back. Pual Get gone too.

Pual puts his hand on his head.

EXT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Text: Two months later.

Pual (21 years old) - Looking “jacked as hell” stands as the door man door man.

MURPHY

Jesus Boy you look like you done turn into a man in six weeks.

PAUL

What do you mean?

MURPHY

Meaning you where big as hell when you took this job but now your like three of me.

PAUL

Are you jealous?

MURPHY

A little.

MURPHY

Don said you had to kick out some spicks the other night.

PAUL

So they wanted the girls to fart in their face? That’s pretty fucking sick.

MURPHY

Only a Mexican: Bean hole, burrito nibbling, cucaracha chasing spick bastards in the park sniffing old ladies’ bicycle seats like a couple of monkeys. They get off on the smell of shit, you know it’s like a drug to them to keep their ass leaking chorizo all day smelling like a slut. That’s why they always eat beans and jalapeños in every dish cuz the love to smell their shit like slut monkeys.

PUAL

Your one racist mother fucker. Sounds like you a personal vendetta with hispanics.

MURPHY

I used to be married to one. She cheated on me every night. I always came home to a loose leaking worn out whore vagina. She was so tired of getting plantanes shoved up her ass all day that my true loving cock didn't matter. I know I should just get over it.

PUAL

Jesus Christ Murphy come on. Haven't you ever heard of grieving in silence?

MURPHY

Fuck you, I’m not even joking.

PUAL

Did I mention your also disgusting to look at.

MURPHY

When you were born the doctor thought you were a peice of shit and tried to shove back up your mothers ass.

PAUL

Your disgusting.

Luaghs.

Murphy (46 years old) - man with a cist on his face, watermelon sized stomach and lazy eye.

PAUL

Sometimes I think this is the trashiest strip club in Dallas.

MURPHY

It is. Them Mexicans said they’d be back they were coming back to kill me.

Murphy Laughs.

MURPHY

That’s why I keep a 44 mag in my glove box.

The club’s front door is thrown open.

AUSTRSALIAN

Yeah fuck you man you girl owes me sixty dollars.

Don pushes the Austrailian out the club.

DON

You gave her the money she said she you dance. Whatever you lost consider it her tip for puting up with you drunk ass now you kicked out go home please

AUSTRSALIAN

You know what fuck you we are gone.

He turns to walk away.

PAUL

Watchout!

sucker punch.

PAUL

Shit

Pual jumps to put the Australian in a head lock.

BOUNCER

Mother Fucker!

Bouncer stumbles and sprays mace on the Australian.

PAUL

I can’t see.

BOUNCER

Don’t let go Pual! Cops are on the way. For god’s sake Murphy put the gun away the cops are coming.

MURPHY

Where did that other Aussi go.

The police cars pull up.

POLICE OFFICER

Let go of him now.

Loosens his grip.

POLICE OFFICER

Before you pop his head like a pimple.

INT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Music booms Pual walks straight to the back.

INT. BABY DOLLS MEN’S REST ROOM- NIGHT

Paul is splashing his face with cold water.

PAUL

Fuck!

A Stefani, a stripper, walks in.

STEFANI

Are you alright.

She walks up to him.

PAUL

I’m fine.

STEFANI

Luke warm trust me it will help.

PUAL

Are my eyes red.

Stops washing and looks at her.

STEFANI

Your face is too.

PAUL

Fuck this place. I’ve been here for two months and I’ve seen the trashiest people in Dallas.

She looks down.

PUAL

I’m not talking about you. I know your just trying to pay the bills.

She starts to cry.

STEFANI

No your right I am trash and if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have gotten maced.

PAUL

It’s not your fault.

STEFANI

The guy gave me sixty dollars but he kept wanting to put his fingers in me. I had him kicked out.

She hugs him.

STEFANI

I’m sorry.

PUAL

There has got to be a better way to pay for college than this.

STEFANI

Don’t quit. Your the only thing I like about this place.

Another striper stumbles in with another man.

INT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Pual walks through the night club and out the door.

MURPHY

You alright? Pual?

PUAL

Yeah I’m heading home for the night.

MURPHY

What do you want me to tell nick?

PUAL

Tell him I quit.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

Pual sits watching the television cans of beer at his feet.

CHANCE

Damn dude did you get any sleep.

Looks at Chance.

CHANCE

Damn dud your face is red.

PAUL

Let’s just say I quit the strip club job.

CHANCE

Good for you. I take it you where in some kind of scuffle.

PAUL

I got maced and kicked in the face for helping out another bouncer. It’s like those guys just start shit in the club then bring out for me to handle. It’s not worth minimum wage.

CHANCE

I think I may have a job for you.

PUAL

At this point I’m ready to serve someone cheese fries or wash a bumber.

CHANCE

You don’t want to go back to that. Making minimum wage your not going to like that.

PAUL

What job do you have in mind? Better yet is it legal.

CHANCE

Technically yeah.

PUAL

What do you mean technically?

CHANCE

I think you should meet this guy before I say anything else.

PUAL

His isn't another one of tose guys who gives you the credit card and tells you to buy shit.

CHANCE

No dude that was illegal as hell. This is sorta different. I’m not going to say anything more. You just have to meet Adar.

PAUL

Who’s Adar.

CHANCE

He’s the guy who got me the job. If you haven't noticed he’s the one who got me the job.

PUAL

You have a job now.

CHANCE

No more relying on loans. I get paid 500 a night. At least. That’s for like an hour of work at the most.

PAUL

Now I’m intrigued.

CHANCE

Alright I’ll tell you this... All you have to do is drive around a couple of cute girls from 10 to 4 in the morning. Sometimes the nights turn into mornings.

PAUL

Your shitting me. Your an escort driver.

Chance grins.

CHANCE

I’m just trying to help out a former teammate. This operation can put some real cash in your pockets.

PUAL

Now I’m thinking about it.

CHANCE

I’ll talk to Adar tonight and see if can get you in.

Chance tosses him a beer.

CHANCE

Relax. Your not going to have to drop out of school.

PUAL

You want a shot?

CHANCE

Of what?

PAUL

Does it matter.

CHANCE

I’m game.

PUAL

To quiting my job.. How will I survive this?

CHANCE

You’ll get another one. One that pays off.

Chance downs the shot and looks at his watch.

CHANCE

Well, I got class. I’ll see you this evening try and get some rest.

He walks out Pual falls down on the couch.

INT. PUAL’S ROOM- DAY

Pual is on his phone.

PUAL

Yeah mom is Dad there? No everythings fine I just had something kind of important to tell you guys. Hey dad. No everything’s fine. How’s the team. Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. They kicked me off the team. It was for steroids.

The sound on the other line clicks off.

PAUL

Fuck.

Pual hangs up the phone.

INT. LOCKER FACILITY- DAY

COACH SIDNEY

Sometimes the weight gainers and supplements arent enough you need another boost.

Pual looks at his team mate and coach Sidney.

COACH SIDNEY

Your not scared of needles are you.

Series of needles run in and out flesh.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Pual’s door bell rings and he wakes up on the couch.

PUAL

Hold up a minute.

He opens the door.

PUAL

Stephani hey.

STEFANI

I had a feeling you would miss your classes today.

STEFANI

Your face looks better.

PAUL

Thanks.

STEFANI

Have any plans tonight?

PUAL

I’m feeling a little hung over.

STEFANI

You know there is only one way to cure a hang over.

PUAL

Chinese take out and a movie.

STEFANI

I was going to say hair of the dog that bit you.

INT. NIGHT CLUB- NIGHT

Stefani leads Pual in the club.

STEFANI

Here take this use it to buy drinks.

She hands him a roll of bills.

STEFANI

I’s the least I could do after getting you pepper sprayed.

PAUL

Alright lets take some shots.

The two are slamming back shots.

COACH SIDNEY

Look what we have here. Pual Hey buddy.

STEFANI

Pual who’s that? Those guys are pointing at you.

PAUL

It’s an old coach.

Coach Sidney and a couple of players walk up to Pual.

COACH SIDNEY

Pual. How have you been?

PUAL

Without a job and scholarship but ofcuourse you already know all about that.

COACH SIDNEY

Listen I wanted to tell you that I know your still good on that four hundred you still owe me for the anavar and the valuims I told you could keep.

The coach moves towards Stefani.

COACH SIDNEY

Don’t forget to tell your folks I said hi. Hey baby Don’t let his razor fool you. He shaved his head cuz the juice made his hair fall out.

Pual Sends a knock out punch to Sidneys face.

PLAYER

You just fucked up.

About four players jump on Pual punching him.

PUAL

Tell them to get off me!

He has a player in a head lock.

PLAYER

Get off him!

They crawl away from Pual.

PUAL

Close my tab out. I’ll call you later.

Stefani walks up to the bar.

STEFANI

I’d like to close my tab.

BARTENDER

What’s the name?

STEFANI

Pual Townsend.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Chance and two other guys are playing video games.

PUAL

Sup.

Pual head straight to the bathroom.

CHANCE

Whoa, what the fuck happened to you man.

Pual bleeding at the nose.

PUAL

I got jumped by Coach Sidney.

CHANCE

Coach jumped you?

PUAL

Yeah, with about three or four other line backers.

JASON

Holy shit man take a bong rip.

Jason (twenty two years old) - hands Pual a bong.

PUAL

Thanks.

Lights the bong.

JASON

I still have some of the pills.

PUAL

Yeah give me a couple of those.

CHANCE

They put a couple of knots on your noggin.

PUAL

You should see his face. About four or five of them jumped me. I made the one on the bottom squeal till his friends climbed off me.

CHANCE

Would you reconize these guys. You want to go back up there Ill bring my 45 and we’ll scare the shit out of those pussies.

PUAL

The place is swarming with cops now.

JASON

Your lucky you did’nt get a bottle to the head or a shank to the gut.

Stefani walks in the front door.

STEFANI

They tried to charge you for some broken lawn chairs.

PUAL

Fuck those assholes you got my card?

She hands him his card.

JASON

So did your man get his ass whooped?

STEFANI

He kicked their asses! Your getting laid tonight.

She kisses his face.

CHANCE

Hey you know that job I was telling you about. He wants to meet you tomarrow.

STEFANI

Your quitting the club? Where are going?

PUAL

It’s just some thing in advertising.

STEFANI

Advertising yay! That sounds cool. You needed to get out of that shit hole.

PUAL

Well, If I was getting tips like you it may be worth it.

She laughs.

STEFANI

Yeah well I have made shit the past couple of weeks that place is going down hill. Only cheap spicks and niggers hang there anymore.

CHANCE

Well Stefani maybe I can talk to my boss and get you an interview too.

STEFANI

You’d do that?

CHANCE

Yeah it no biggie.

Pual looks at Chance and shakes his head.

STEFANI

That would be so cool if we could work together.

PUAL

Alright guys well I’m going to bed.

CHANCE

Well get some rest we’ll talk more tomorrow.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

Stefani is under the sheets.

PUAL

Hand me that bottle of Valuim.

Pual has a ice pack on his head.

STEFANI

I’m about to head to the club and make my sixty dollars.

PUAL

Alright bye babe.

She throws a shirt on over her g string.

STEFANI

Good luck on your advertising interview.

PUAL

Thanks babe.

Stefani walks out the apartment.

CHANCE.

Well good morning killer. You get some good hero sex last night?

Pual walks into the kitchen.

PAUL

Yeah it was nice.

CHANCE

I would have paid to see that fight. It sure impressed the hell out of stefani she was ready to rape you when she came over her last night. I wasnt listening but it sounded like yall fucked for four hours.

PUAL

Sounds like you were listening. Why did you tell her about the job?

CHANCE

Hey, Relax. She’s a stripper. Being an escort like a major promotion for her. Especially considering that slut barn she’s currently employed to.

PAUL

I just don’t want to tell her yet.

CHANCE

So your going to tell her your working nights for a advertising company.

PAUL

Yeah, I didn't want to tell her yet.

CHANCE

I won’t mention it again. Back to reality what the fuck else are you going to do for employment.

PAUL

I’m going to look around.

CHANCE

While your trying to get a job waiting tables I’m going to go ahead and talk to Adar for you.

Hands him a hundred dollar bill.

CHANCE

Here take this I know your broke right now. Listen, I’m not going to watch you starve. I’m your friend.

PAUL

Thanks.

CHANCE

Don’t sweat it, I’m off to pick up these chicks and let them close the deal on a couple of out of towner’s at the Hilton.

Door bell rings.

CHANCE

Who is it?

Pual looks through the peep hole.

PUAL

I got it.

Murphy is standing outside.

MURPHY

Dude I got so much extra blow. I need you as a friend I’m begging you help me finish this bag.

PUAL

God damn Murphy you are fucked up.

MURPHY

You got to let me in man I haven't slept and I’m not going to until you help me finish this shit.

PAUL

Alright come in.

MURPHY

You got anything to drink?

PUAL

There is some Makers by the sink. You’l have to drink it straight. There’s no mixers.

MURPHY

I don’t give a shit I just need some liqueur in my blood before my jaw starts grinding.

Chance walks out of his room.

CHANCE

Hey.

PUAL

Chance this is Murphy. I used to work with him at Baby Dolls.

CHANCE

Your the guy with the 45 in his truck.

MURPHY

Yeah but I always work with snub on my ankle just in case.

Murphy pulls his pants leg up exposing a revolver.

CHANCE

You where that in church?

Pual does a line then passes the bag to Murphy.

MURPHY

I sleep with it under my pillow.

Murphy smiles.

CHANCE

Pual I’m out. Have fun driving around dumb whores from sun up to sun down.

MURPHY

Hey that sounds like fun.

CHANCE

Some of those dumb whores make more than a grand a night. It’s not as hard as bussing tables at chili’s working with high school kids scraping for dollar tips. Maybe tonight I’ll make over three hundred. I’m hoping to at least make over two bills. For driving a car with a couple girls in the back seat I might let suck my cock.

Murphy takes another sniff from a key in his hand.

MURPHY

That sounds like fucking paradise.

CHANCE

Enjoy your coke party I’m out.

PUAL

Later.

MURPHY

Dude you really should’nt have quit.

MURPHY

They guys like you man. You really beat the shit out of that fucking Austalian prick.

PUAL

I just put him in a head lock.

MURPHY

You did’nt punch him? Damn. Well you sure had his head squeezed up in your arm pit like you were about to bust a giant zit.

PUAL

The cop said that.

MURPHY

What? Oh yeah he haha that’s funny. Murphy lets just finish the rest.

Murphy puts the bag inhis mouth and chews it.

MURPHY

I’m good are you good.

PUAL

Yeah I’m good.

MURPHY

Seriously I thought you were going to break open his scalp. The guys were impressed as shit how you handled that.

PUAL

I’m not impressed with getting pepper sprayed and kicked in the fucking face.

MURPHY

Doug was so rocked from getting sucker punched. He sprayed my leg as well. I’m telling you it was him that kicked your face I just the guys balls.

PUAL

Either way he defiantly got his. I’m glad I don’t work there anymore. If I was taking that risk for just five dollars more an hour I would stress it more but at min wage I thought I would see more pussies than fights.

Murphy stands up.

MURPHY

Well I’m treating you tonight. We are going to Baby Dolls and you are getting al the lap dances you want curtesy of me and Doug. Doug owes you for kicking your face and the whole mace shit.

PUAL

Why would I go to a shit club like that when I have the finest stripper coming home to me?

Murphy empties the booze.

MURPHY

Is there any more booze.

Murphy pulls out his keys.

MURPHY

Booze run.

INT. MURPHY’S CAR- NIGHT

Murphy lights a cig and hands one to Pual.

PUAL

I don’t smoked.

MURPHY

Normally I don’t but when I’m yacked out they are like candy canes to my lungs. Where are we hitting up? You want to go to the Beer Barn?

PUAL

I don’t give a fuck.

EXT. BEER BARN- NIGHT

Car turns into Beer Barn.

MURPHY

Cheapest beer in Dallas.

INT. BEER BARN- NIGHT

Murphy opens fringe full of beers.

MURPHY

You can get what you want. I’m getting a thirty pack of Busch. You can get what you want.

ROBBER

Gimme your money!!

Man with a mask is pointing a gun at the clerk.

MURPHY

Shhh.

Murphy finger over his lips points down. They lower.

MURPHY

Stay here.

PUAL

Murphy please.

MURPHY

Shhh.

ROBBER

Just give me the fucking cash!

MURPHY

Hey!

One shot to the head. Robber drops limp. Leg twitches.

MURPHY

Right in the eye.

Murphy drops cash on the counter and walks to the door.

MURPHY

I got the beer boy lets go.

PUAL

What the fuck.

MURPHY

Thank me later son. My buddy and I have to party tonight. No time to answer questions. Lets go.

CLERK

Hey!

Pual walks to the door with the beer.

CLERK

Nice shot.

INT. MURPHY’S CAR- NIGHT

PUAL

Holy shit man! What the fuck was that?

MURPHY

It was self defense and did’nt have time to fool with police.

PUAL

They had fucking cameras in the store.

Murphy opens a beer.

MURPHY

I had on my hat. I’ll just not go to Beer Barn anymore.

PUAL

What? What about me? I did’nt have a hat on.

MURPHY

Relax have a beer.

PUAL

I knew you where fucked up but, come on you just killed a man.

MURPHY

Chill Pual. I would never hurt a friend. You know that. That mother fucker was asking for it waving that gun around threating everyones life in that fucking store.

PUAL

I mean damn that was one hell of a shot.

MURPHY

It was wasn’t it. It was like the coke helped me. It point right on point. Your not going to say shit are you?

PUAL

No man don’t get paranoid.

MURPHY

I mean shit dude you can’t tell your roommates about this or nothing. It has to be our little secret.

PAUL

Relax it will.

MURPHY

Whoo! what a fucking rush.

Murphy opens his door.

MURPHY

We are here boy!

PUAL

I told you I did’nt want to go to a strip club but at this point I’m feeling like whatever.

MURPHY

I’m off. We will call Big Mike and get some more drugs boy.

Pual chugs his beer.

PAUL

That was a rush. I feel alive. Like shaken awake.

MURPHY

I told you! your getting ass in your face tonight!

Walking into the strip club.

INT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Stefani looks at Pual as he walks by the stage.

MURPHY

There’s your lady.

She dances for another man but looks at Pual.

MURPHY

Lets get a table.

Murphy sits the case of beer on the table.

NICOLE

Hey guys my names nicole.

MURPHY

Relax sweet cheeks I work here we don’t need any ice. We are just going to watch the ladys and look for the ones we like.

She walks away.

MURPHY

Fucking new bitch. How come they alway hire the fucking ugly ones as the waitresses.

DJ

Alright guys give it up for Alexsus! Coming up on the stage next is Star. Star Ladies and Gentlemen get your bucks out and tip tip tip her.

Stefani walks up to Pual and sits on his lap.

STEFANI

Hey guys. How come your here tonight? Wow your pupils say it all.

MURPHY

Whats up honey you look hot tonight. How about a dance?

STEFANI

For you its double.

MURPHY

Come on I work here shouldn't I get half off.

STEFANI

Well your friend here has a line of credit that could last all night.

PAUL

I’m not here to distract you from your clientele.

STEFANI

Don’t worry I already made my money!

PUAL

Well can can we still chill.

STEPHANI

Your welcome, to pay for lap dances from any of these skanks.

MURPHY

Hey theses are not skanks.

PUAL

We are just going to be here for a minute. We really need to relax.

STEPHANI

You are so coked out. Have any more.

PUAL

Sorry.

Murphy had here a folded bill.

MURPHY

Here baby doll just keep that low key.

STEFANI

I will. I’m going to the ladies room.

She gets up and walks away.

PUAL

Come on she doesn't need that.

MURPHY

Don’t worry I got more.

PAUL

I thought you just had one bag.

MURPHY

Come on It’s me. I always get more than one.

PUAL

Oh shit!

MURPHY

What’s up.

Adar and Chance walk into the club with two girls.

PAUL

Nothing I just didn't want to run into them tonight.

Chance notices Pual and Murphy and throws up his hand.

CHANCE

Hey roomy! Did’nt expect to see you here tonight. I thought you quit.

PAUL

I did.

CHANCE

This is my roommate Pual.

Adar (24 years old) - with long thinning hair and a lisp.

ADAR

I’ve heard alot about you.

CHANCE

Forgive me for beign rude. Pual this is Adar.

ADAR

Damn Chance was right, you are one huge mother fucker.

CHANCE

And this is Ashley and Jessica.

MURPHY

Sup man my names Murphy.

He reaches to shake the girls hands.

ASHLEY

Hi.

Ashley (21 years old) - blonde with perfect figure and tan.

JESSICA

Hi.

Jessica (23 years old) - Burnett with tan a sexy tatoos.

MURPHY

Sup.

ADAR

Hey.

Adar slowly shakes hands with Murphy.

ADAR

Chance tells me your looking for a job.

Stephani walks out of the rest room.

PUAL

Well I wanted to talk to you about possibly driving for you.

ADAR

Business is bigger than it’s ever been. We could definitely use another driver. Who is this beauty?

STEFANI

My name is Stefani.

Jessica looks jealous.

ADAR

Hello my name is Adar.

STEFANI

Nice to meet you.

CHANCE

You already know me.

She kisses Chance on the cheek.

STEFANI

Hey Chance you look cute tonight.

CHANCE

Would Pual get pissed if I asked for a dance.

PUAL

Go ahead.

STEFANI

Maybe later I’m taking my break now.

Don (46 year old) - strip club manager pproaches.

DON

Stefani what the fuck are you doing sitting on that sweet little ass. Get up and make me some money.

PUAL

Whoa. Chill the fuck out Don. She’s on her break. Besides how much money has she already made this place?

DON

Not enough. It’s a shame you quit. I was thinking about giving you a raise. I see your hanging out with Murphy now. Guess he thinks you will help him get some pussy.

Murphy coked and furious.

PUAL

Why do you got to be a dick when I saved your ass?

DON

You didn't save my ass I was sucker punched then you put him in a head lock right before I maced him.

MURPHY

He knocked you out Don. I saw it with my own two eyes.

DON

Murphy watch your mouth. You look fucked up so I’ll let that slide. Maybe you guys would like to explain why you are up here you on your one night off and you too good to work here but, can come and steal my business. She’s not going to dance with another man when your in here that’s why I put you on the door.

STEFANI

You know what Don screw you I quit.

Pual casually stands up.

PUAL

See you Don. Adar we will do this another time. Later Murphy I’m riding home with Stefani.

Tips his hat to Adar.

ADAR

See you later Pual.

CHANCE

Wait up!

Chance runs to the door.

CHANCE

Wait!

Stephani keeps walking Pual stops.

CHANCE

Hey fuck this guy we can go to another club if you want.

PAUL

It’s cool. I really just want to be alone with Stefani. Do me a favor come home late tomarrow.

CHANCE

I got you bro. Later.

Turns and runs out to Stephani.

INT. STEFANI’S CAR- NIGHT

STEFANI

I’m tired of beign talked down to like that. Fuck this job. I’m better than this.

PAUL

I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I’ve met you.

Passionately kisses him.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

The two are intertwined in a sexual position the changes to the music.

STEFANI

I don’t want you to get upset when I say this but, I love you.

PUAL

Don’t say that.

STEFANI

Why not, it’s true.

PAUL

Love takes time.

PAUL

You don’t love me.

Sighs.

PUAL

Love takes time but, I will say I could see myself with you for a long time.

STEFANI

Your perfect.

PAUL

There is always room for perfection.

Mounts her lays his head on hers.

PAUL

Close your eyes

Rocks the bed.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

Hangs off the bed covers over his ass.

STEFANI

Hey sleepy head.

Peels back the covers to look at his ass.

PAUL

Hey.

STEFANI

You don’t have to wake up but, if you do I made breakfast in bed.

PUAL

Your starting to impress me.

Goes to mount him.

PUAL

We out of condoms.

STEFANI

Relax I’m on the pill.

PUAL

I don’t know if your child worthy.

STEFANI

You’ve got morning wood.

STEFANI

It feels so much better without a condom. Skin on skin.

He tries to pull her off but it is too good.

STEFANI

I love you it’s true.

PUAL

Oh God!

Orgasm.

PAUL

I could just melt in you.

She smiles and hands him food without leaving his hips.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- DAY

Knock on the door.

CHANCE

Pual are you in there?

Pual wakes up. Looks to his side and sees a note.

PUAL

Yeah come in.

CHANCE

Last night was sick. Your boy Murphy is working for Adar now. Don’t worry he didn't get your job. He said the web site is booming and could use another driver if your still down.

PUAL

You haven't slept.

CHANCE

Correct.

PUAL

Get some rest.

CHANCE

No! I’ll tell you why Adar is throwing a party and your invited. Stephani too.

PUAL

Impress me?

Note reads: Going to look for a job that will impress you.

CHANCE

What?

PAUL

Nothing I was talking to myself.

CHANCE

Want a beer.

PUAL

No thanks I’m about to work out.

CHANCE

Tonight Adar’s house be there.

PUAL

Ok.

CHANCE

Whoo!

INT. GYM- DAY

Pual Watches his muscles work in the mirror. Phone rings.

PUAL

Yeah. Ma.

PUAL’S MOTHER

Your father wants to talk to you.

Pual catches his breath.

PUAL’S FATHER

Pual. Are you there?

PUAL

I’m here.

PUAL’S FATHER

Your mother wants you to come home. She thinks it will be best for you and I do think it as well. You gotta get off the drugs boy. That school is too expensive for you too keep taking loans out and we have decided that we are not going to help you anymore.

PAUL

I’m sorry that’s how you feel. I’m not coming home. I’ll find a job you don’t have to worry about me.

Hangs up the phone.

EXT. PENTHOUSE ROOF- NIGHT

CHANCE

Now this is an apartment.

PUAL

It’s nice.

Adar approaches with a woman on each arm.

ADAR

Pual glad you could make it.

Adar has on designer shades.

PUAL

I like your place.

ADAR

I’m sorry how rude of me. This is Crystal and Emily.

PUAL

Hey.

EMILY

I like your muscles.

PAUL

Thanks.

ADAR

Ladies why don’t you show Pual around the place. I got to say hi to some old friends.

EMILY

Follow us.

CRYSTAL

Do you smoke?

PAUL

Only weed if the times right.

INT. PENT HOUSE KITCHEN- NIGHT

CRYSTAL

Well, they are rolling up some hash with dro joints I think you call them a snake in the grass. For liquid we have jars of grey goose that has been sitting with different fruits and berries. I would just grab the different fruit and mix them with juice. That has gotten me wasted. If your brave enough there is mushroom ice cream in the freezer.

EMILY

I made that.

She waves.

CRYSTAL

You look like you can handle it.

Emily opens the freezer.

EMILY

I’ll make you a bowl. Try a little bit. Jus a taste and tell me what you think.

Spoons some out and hands it to him.

PUAL

Tastes lovely.

MURPHY

Now this is what I call a party.

Murphy is dripping water on the kitchen floor.

MURPHY

Your having some ice cream too? I had four scoops.

PUAL

Maybe I’ll just have two.

MURPHY

No you gotta do two.

EMILY

He’s right.

Hands him the bowl.

PUAL

That’s alot of ice cream.

MURPHY

Your a big boy you can handle it. Bring up to the hot tub.

PUAL

There’s a hot tub?

MURPHY

Oh yeah.

Points up to a hot tub’s glass floor on the top floor.

PUAL

I didn’t bring my swim suit.

MURPHY

Adar’s got you. He has extras upstairs. It’s the highest place in the whole building.

CRYSTAL

The hot tub sounds like an excellent idea.

EMILY

It does doesn’t it.

CRYSTAL

Lets show him the upstairs.

MURPHY

I’ll lead the way.

INT. PENT HOUSE OBSERVATORY NIGHT

MURPHY

Go on girls get in.

EMILY

Ok.

Takes off her clothes and looks at Crystal.

EMILY

Don’t be a prude. Take off your clothes bitch!

MURPHY

I like the way she talks. Hey Pual I sure am glad I came over to your place that day. Seriously man. My life has drastically Improved and I owe you brother.

PUAL

Don’t mention it.

Murphy, Emily, Paul, and Crystal sit in the hot tub.

MURPHY

This feels like heaven bother. The only thing beter than this...

PUAL

Is sex

EMILY

An orgasm in the hot tub would be so hot.

MURPHY

Well I’m burning baby.

Adar steps in.

ADAR

Awesome you guys are having a good time.

MURPHY

Excellent. But I think when the sun aint up yet and you shoot that beautiful buck between the eyes and he just drops. Now that’s better than sex.

PUAL

I’m relaxed but, I can’t quite relate to that.

MURPHY

What do you mean. You never go hunting?

ADAR

Good lets talk. These girls who you have had the pleasure of knowing over the last hour both work for me and my father. If you work for me I guarantee you will be rewarded. This isn’t your normal nine to five. We work late nights. The men rent the girls for a certain amount of time. They always pay first. You drive her their wait for her to do her thing then drive home. It’s that simple. You can make good money doing this Pual trust me. You might get to know a few girls who knows?

PUAL

I’m down.

MURPHY

When do we start.

ADAR

Chance is taking you on a couple of training trips. I’ll take Pual with me. I’ll show the ropes and how its done a couple of times then you will start making your own money. Good money.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Pual turns on the lights.

STEFANI

Where have you been?

PUAL

How did you get in.

STEFANI

Come on I know where you hide your keys.

STEFANI

I found a job.

PUAL

So did I.

STEFANI

Really doing what?

PAUL

Security. I would be working maily nights.

STEFANI

I’ve decided not to strip. The tips aren't as big but, I won’t be taking my clothes off. I’m trying Pual. I don’t want you to think I am a typical stripper slut. I have goals and dreams. It’s just the money was so good. From now on I’m saling beer and sliders until I can do what I love.

PUAL

What do you love to do?

STEFANI

I love to paint. I used to paint for my mom. She was my biggest fan

PUAL

Don’t worry, you impress me.

STEFANI

Lay down with me.

Crawls into bed.

STEFANI

Tell me about your security job.

PAUL

It’s just a hotel.

STEFANI

In highland Park?

PUAL

Yeah.

Touches her ass.

STEFANI

Which one?

PUAL

Hilton.

STEFANI

Are you going to have to carry a gun?

PUAL

No. I don’t think so.

STEFANI

It’s like we are both turning over a new leaf. Getting a new job and starting a new life.

PUAL

Yeah. Your right.

Looks at her.

INT. ADAR’S CAR- NIGHT

ADAR

Ready to ride.

PUAL

Yeah. Where is the first drive.

ADAR

Shit no! Bro, we are going to the store to grab a bite to eat then we will pick up the girls at around ten and don’t worry about it your sandwich is on me.

Turns up the music and leans his seat back.

PUAL

Sounds good.

INT. GROCERY STORE- NIGHT

ADAR

You know what kind of sandwich I like? The biggest one I can find with the most flavor and the most meat. Meat is what matters. Fuck the rest of it. Here. A hero for a hero.

Hands Pual a sandwich.

PUAL

You want any chips.

ADAR

Now your thinking. How about BBQ.

PUAL

Alright.

ADAR

I’ll grab the chips and meet you in the check out line.

CASHIER

You look like Jimmy Ryan.

JIMMY RYAN

That’s because it is me.

CASHIER

No way your lying?

JIMMY RYAN

No it’s me.

CASHIER

No it’s not.

PUAL

It’s him. I recognize his face.

Jimmy Ryan takes his change and walks out.

ADAR

Holy shit was that Jimmy Ryan?

PUAL

Yeah.

ADAR

I heard he had a kid here in Dallas. Shit he’s the biggest country actor to come out of this town that’s for sure.

CASHIER

Twelve dollars.

ADAR

I got it.

Cashier leaves her register and runs out the door.

ADAR

Come on give me a break. What people will do for a glimpse of a star.

CASHIER

Wait! Jimmy Ryan!

PAUL

The power of money.

ADAR

You got it.

INT. ADADR’S CAR- NIGHT

ADAR

We are going to pick up our first girl of the night.

Turns the wheel.

ADAR

Perhaps you have noticed we have left the bubble of downtown Dallas. Guess you can tell where we are going?

PUAL

The ghetto.

ADAR

This is my favorite girl.

Adar pulls up to public housing apartment.

ADAR

Her name is Jupiter. That’s her ride.

PAUL

Nice.

ADAR

I was with her when she bought it.

Jupiter (17 years old) - black skin with a pink dress.

JUPITER

Well don’t just stand there boy open the door for me.

Adar laughs.

ADAR

She’s going to fuck with you man. That’s just her personality.

Pual steps out and opens Adar’s back seat car door.

JUPITER

Thank you.

ADAR

You look beautiful tonight.

JUPITER

Who’s the new guy?

PUAL

My name is Pual.

JUPITER

Your big. Are you going to keep me safe?

ADAR

I’m training Pual tonight and tomarow. I’m going to show him how to work like me.

JUPITER

Shut the fuck up you know I do all the then give yall a cut.

She smiles touching Pual’s shoulder.

JUPITER

Relax, just take care of me and you will get a big cut. Don’t let Adar fuck with you I decide how much to break you off with.

ADAR

What did we make the other night Jupe?

JUPITER

You made six hundred. I made twenty five or thirty five hundred.

PUAL

Damn that’s alot of money.

JUPITER

No shit Daddy? Where are we going tonight.

ADAR

We had a call from a Guy in room one twenty five at the Double Tree down town.

JUPITER

How many hours.

ADAR

He paid for two.

JUPITER

I’ll charge him five hundred and hour, depending on how ugly he is. I might charge him more.

ADAR

That’s my girl.

JUPITER

You did tell the new guy not to say shit to any one about this.

PUAL

That’s a given right.

JUPITER

Part of the tip is that you tell no one about what we do.

ADAR

Jupiter stop getting stoned right before I pick you up. Your starting to get paranoid. Pual is cool. He can be trusted.

Jupiter lean into his ear.

JUPITER

Cuz, if you don’t I’ll rip off your balls boy.

Pual laughs. They all do.

EXT. DOUBLE TREE HOTEL- NIGHT

Turns down the music.

ADAR

Alright Pual we are not even going to look at the guy at the front desk. We are just going to walk straight to the elevator as if we have rented out the entire top floor.

Takes out white walkie talkies.

PUAL

I got it.

Adar looks at the lights on both.

ADAR

Fully charged.

Hands Jupiter one.

ADAR

I found out that the baby monitor was the most sensitive to sound. She keeps that one in her purse and I keep this one on me.

ADAR

Here put on this hat. It makes you look diviner.

Pual slips on the Fedora.

ADAR

Ready

Slips the monitor in his jacket.

ADAR

Let’s go listen to this dude get laid.

Chirps his car alarm

INT. DOUBLE TREE HOTEL- NIGHT

They walk past front desk straight to elevator.

JUPITER

We can go and get some drinks after this.

ADAR

We can grab a few before the next run.

JUPITER

I would really like you if we do.

Elevator dings. They go up.

INT. ELEVATOR- NIGHT

JUPITER

You do know I’m not having sex with him?

Looking at Pual.

JUPITER

I just dance.

ADAR

Ok.

JUPITER

Seriously.

DING!

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT

Turning the corner.

ADAR

We are going to just lay back here and listen.

JUPITER

What’s the room number again.

ADAR

One twenty five B.

She continues to walk to the door.

ADAR

Lets hang here.

Adjust the volume on the monitor. Turns it down.

INT. ROOM 125B- NIGHT

A handsome Arabic man opens the door.

JUPITER

Hey cutie. I’m Jupiter. Can I come in.

He is clean cut and wearing khakis with collar shirt.

JUPITER

Ok. So you already know it’s going to be eight hundred up front.

Points to the bed where there is a mound of cash.

JUPITER

Damn! How much is this.

MUHAMMAD

Forty two thousand dollars.

JUPITER

Are you sure you don’t want to have two more girls come over.

MUHAMMAD

No. Just you.

She walks to the bed and starts counting the cash.

JUPITER

What’s your name honey?

MUHAMMAD

Muhammad.

JUPITER

Well Muhammad do you get high.

She takes a vile of coke out of her purse.

JUPITER

Cuz, I do.

Pours some on her hand and snorts.

JUPITER

It makes sex feel real good. It makes your orgasm sound so much better.

Approaches her.

MUHAMMAD

If you say it does.

Her eyes widen.

JUPITER

Damn your big.

MUHAMMAD

I thought you black girls are used to big dicks.

Kisses her lips.

JUPITER

I love a fat cock.

MUHAMMAD

Lay down on the bed.

She jumps on top of the cash.

JUPITER

Lets have sex on this pile of money. It will be so hot.

Pulls out a pair of hand cuffs.

MUHAMMAD

It’s for role play.

Stuffs hundred dollar bills in her purse.

JUPITER

We just going to do all sorts of freaky shit tonight boy.

MUHAMMAD

Freak shit.

Throws pures to the floor.

MUHAMMAD

Fuck me.

Cuffs her to the bed post.

MUHAMMAD

Fuck! Me! you American black bitch.

Starts to have sex.

JUPITER

Oh yeah!

He stuffs a sock in her mouth and holds her head down.

JUPITER

No!.

Muffled scream.

MUHAMMAD

Your are going to learn your fucking place now bitch. You will where the burka before I cut off your head.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT

Adar leans his ear in on the monitor.

ADAR

It’s going to be a great night.

Sounds of sex echo off the monitor.

PUAL

How long have you been driving her.

ADAR

Jupiter. I’ve been driving her for about two years now. She is a real pro. KNows how to get in and get out. This shouldn't take to long.

PUAL

That guy has a weird accent.

ADAR

It sounds middle eastern.

INT. ROOM 125B- NIGHT

Pulls knife to her throat.

MUHAMMAD

Shhh.

Takes the baby monitor and stuffs it under the matress.

MUHAMMAD

Now I am going to cut open your throat

Puts Hijab on her head.

MUHAMMAD

Lets turn you over on your stomach so you can say hello to your daddy.

Pulls out hidden camera.

MUHAMMAD

I love you tube celebrities you think you will be one. I think you will.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT

PUAL

Something’s up with the sound.

ADAR

She probably just kicked her purse over. She does that shit and I go banging on the door when everything is alright.

INT. ROOM 125B- NIGHT

Muhammad positions the camera.

MUHAMMAD

All you American women are so concerned with money.

MUHAMMAD

That’s why you are all filthy trash. You do not think of your after life until the blade cuts your face.

MUHAMMAD

Ala has asked me not to show mercy on you.

Cuts her face.

MUHAMMAD

You will have the flag of the holy land cover your slut skin.

Pulls out Jihad flag.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT

Adar looks at his watch and listens to the monitor.

ADAR

This is weird. Usually she is out by now. Like ten fifteen minutes tops.

Pual grabs the monitor.

PAUL

I don’t here anything.

ADAR

Yeah. Just press that button.

PUAL

Jupiter are you ok?..

Static.

PUAL

Something’s gone wrong in there. I feel it in my gut.

ADAR

Go knock on the door.

At the door.

PAUL

Everything alright in there.

Pual knocks.

ADAR

Jupiter you alright.

PUAL

Are you strapped.

ADAR

No man I don’t carry a gun.

PAUL

Just get my back I’m going to kick the door in.

Kicks door. Kicks door again.

MUHAMMAD

Ala! Jihad!

Door swings open.

MUHAMMAD

American pig.

Pual front rolls.

ADAR

Holy shit!

Muhammad is holding Jupiter’s head.

PUAL

Fuck.

Swings knife.

PUAL

Not tonight.

Grabs Muhammads wrist and Judo flips him.

MUHAMMAD

Ala!

Takes knife and shoves it into the floor through the neck.

ADAR

Holy fuck man how did you do that?

PAUL

Call 911!

ADAR

Fuck that we got to get out of her. You just killed the guy. I’m not going to be questioned. You don’t want to be either. Trust me.

PAUL

There is a camera.

ADAR

Holy shit well, just grab the fucking camera and get out of her.

Pual takes the camera.

ADAR

Follow me. We will take the stairs to the back exit.

INT. DOUBLE TREE HOTEL- NIGHT

Adar swings open the back door and Pual follows him.

INT. ADAR’S CAR- NIGHT

ADAR

God Damn man! This is not good. Shit!

Pual is playing back the camera.

PUAL

It was under the bed.

ADAR

What?

PUAL

The baby monitor.

ADAR

We will look at the tape later but, for now we are headed to a safe place.

PUAL

Where is that?

ADAR

My mom’s. Pual you are about to be entering a very wealthy circle of trust. I’m going to make you my personal fucking bodyguard.

INT. ADAR’S CAR- NIGHT

Adar puts out his smoke.

ADAR

This is the one.

PUAL

What’s the name of this place

ADAR

It has no name. They are just some office buildings my family is renting out. It’s where we run the calls and emails out of.

Adar makes a turn.

EXT. ADAR’S SAFE PLACE- NIGHT

Garage door opens.

INT. ADAR’S CAR- NIGHT

ADAR

I’m leaving the wheels in here just incase someone watched us drive away. I’m call some guys and have them switch the paint and plates. I feel stupid for saying this but you understand that when this gets out. You don’t know dick about it. It will blow over believe me you don’t want to be trying to even help the police on this or you will be seen as the perp with or without that video tape. Are we understood?

PUAL

Understood. Yeah we are understood.

ADAR

I can’t wait to show Mom’s that video tape. I would ask if you needed us to call a doctor but, you don’t even look like the guy scratched you.

PUAL

He did’nt.

ADAR

Where did you learn to do that. How did you get those fucking moves.

PUAL

I took Nikke Jujistu after getting kicked out of football. I had to fill my schedule with an physcial education class.

ADAR

You learned how to do that after taking a class for a half a year.

INT. ADAR’S SAFE PLACE- NIGHT

Mom (Forty seven years old) - tan fake breast and lips.

MOM

Adar what’s wrong?

ADAR

All I can say is watch the tape.

MOM

Hi they call me mom you must be Pual.

PAUL

Nice to meet you.

They shake hands.

ADAR

Watch this. The guy had a knife and Pual takes him out. He fucking stabs him through the neck.

MOM

I don’t want to see anymore.

ADAR

Watch how he takes this guy out.

MOM

You couldn't be any sadder about could you. because of you Jupiter is dead. Your weren't listen good enough.

ADAR

I’m sorry. If it was’nt for Pual I’d be dead.

MOM

Pual how can I thank you.

PUAL

You don’t need to think me.

MOM

Regardless I have them wire a hundred thousand dollars to your bank account immeaditatle. It will be in your account by the time you wake up.

ADAR

I told you brother your in the circle of trust now. You in the family.

MOM

Adar grab the champagne bottle.

Adar pops the cork and hands the two a glass.

MOM

Now remember honey you mus’nt tell even your closest friends about tonight. It’s going to be your biggest secret. If you you will stick around we will pay you for it. Not just for the secret but for your love and trust. Besides you and Adar seem to be friends and I can assure you when it comes to his father Adar’s friends are very well liked. Your college will be paid for and that’s just a gift from your new family.

ADAR

Cheers to a prosperous future.

MOM

Cheers.

PUAL

I’d rather toast to hope.

ADAR

I’ll drink to that.

PUAL

So when am I going to get to go home?

MOM

Relax. Have a drink with us then I will have Adar take my car.

ADAR

From now on Mom I think that Pual should drive the Limo.

MOM

We can arrange that.

ADAR

You take the Limo you will make a thousand bucks a night cash. All you got to do is make a couple of stops a night with our highest payed girl and you will be set for a vacation in Bora Bora by the next three months. Does that sound nice?

PUAL

Alright. You got a deal.

MOM

God your such a huge man. How did you get so big?

PUAL

Alot of working out.

MOM

You ain’t lying. I really appreciate your hospitality. Believe me I’m not going to say shit to anyone about tonight. You guys can keep the tape I just want to go home and sleep.

MOM

Okay. Adar grab my keys sitting on the table. Pual at least Take a bottle of Don with you. My treat.

PUAL

Ok. I will.

MOM

Your cute and you can take out a guy with a knife. That’s useful.

PUAL

Well thanks again.

MOM

Mom. Call me Mom.

PUAL

Ok bye Mom.

MOM

Goodbye special.

She winks.

INT. MOM’S CAR- DAYBREAK

ADAR

You know mom really likes you.

PUAL

I can tell.

ADAR

I feel so fucking pumped from tonight. You can’t tell me you don’t feel like a God from killing that prick.

PUAL

No just relieved.

ADAR

Here rub your nose on that.

Pual dabs his finger in a bag.

PUAL

Pure.

ADAR

Meet me tomorrow ten P.M..

City lights in mirror.

ADAR

I love this song.

Turns up music.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

STEFANI

I thought you would be back sooner.

PUAL

Long first night.

STEFANI

Breakfast is in the kitchen. Here let me go heat it up.

PUAL

No don’t worry. I’m not hungry I just want to sleep.

Stefani touches his arm.

STEFANI

You have blood on your sleeve.

PUAL

My nose was bleeding for some reason earlier.

He spoons her.

STEFANI

I start my training at the burger joint tomorrow. I’ll try and pick you up some food.

PUAL

You don’t miss making all that money as a stripper.

STEFANI

Come on are you kidding? I’d much rather come home every night smelling like grease and sweat than apple pucker body lotion and horney dudes.

PUAL

I’m listening.

STEFANI

Well at least you don’t think I’m a slut.

PUAL

I never did.

STEFANI

Come on you musthave thought, stripper equals dumb whore.

PUAL

I try never to judge a book by it’s cover but, rather how good you give head.

STEFANI

You jerk.

PUAL

Hint. Hint.

She goes down on him.

PUAL

Sweet Jesus this feel so amazing.

She pops up.

STEFANI

Am I your only lady?

PUAL

Come on you know I’m Monogomas.

STEFANI

I just smelt some perfume on your clothes and thought.

PUAL

You think too much.

STEFANI

About you.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Pual’ cell phone rings

MURPHY O.S.

Dude this new driver job hasn't gotten me shit yet. Worked one night and made hundred dollars. Dude see if you can pick me up some more shifts. I can’t just work one night a week.

PUAL

I’ll see what I can do.

MURPHY

I know you will. You are a good friend brother. Say what are you doing tomarrow morning say around daybreak.

PUAL

Hopeflly getting some sleep.

MURPHY

Well’ if you want to shoot a buck call me in time. It’s hunting season.

PUAL

I’m not much for waking up.

MURPHY

Well that meat sure tastes good I’ll try and save you some.

PUAL

Sounds good.

MURPHY

Don’t forget.

PAUL

I’ll talk to him.

MURPHY

Great see you later.

PUAL

Bye.

Knock on Pual’s door.

PUAL

Who is it.

CHANCE O.S.

Your roomate.

PUAL

What’s up.

CHANCE

Dude your boy Murphy started acting like a real sleeze ball around the girls. Adar was only withus for an hour but what he saw he did’nt like.

PUAL

Murphy is a cool guy he just likes to joke around.

CHANCE

Yo well his jokes are fucking upapropriate. I mean bitting fart bubbles in the bath tub and sniffing old ladies bycle seats. Were does he come up with this shit.

PUAL

It’s just old man humor.

CHANCE

Dude he was going to take a shit in a waffle cone and tell the yogurt store he wanted his money back.

PAUL

That’s funny what’s wrong.

CHANCE

No. It was kinda crude.

He sips a beer.

CHANCE

Adar said he’s toast. What’s this? A bottle of Don.

PUAL

Let’s just say it was a wild night. Take it easy on Murphy he’s a little odd but honest and helpful.

CHANCE

He’s your boy.

He spits.

PUAL

Come oon don’t spit on my floor.

CHANCE

It was’nt you floor. It was in the hallway.

PAUL

It’s the same thing we both live in this house.

CHANCE

Sorry bro.

Laughs.

PUAL

It’s okay just get to sleep.

CHANCE

How do you do it?

PUAL

Do What?

CHANCE

I’m popping this Don!

He grabs the bottle.

PUAL

Go ahead.

CHANCE

It’s like I read your mind. Or I mean you read my mind. Your Like a fucking zen master. You sleep on coke. I can’t do that.

PUAL

I do it for the Dreams.

CHANCE

You can dream. only person I know that sleeps with his door unlocked. Your like the most trusting person ever.

PUAL

Are you calling me gullible?

CHANCE

No. Not at all.

PUAL

Sounds like it, and in the jungle all you go by is sounds and rhythm.

CHANCE

That’s hard-core man. If I was in a war and I had to choose one person to be in my dug out, it would be you.

PUAL

Shut the fuck up.

CHANCE

No. Seriously dude. It would be you.

PUAL

Yeah they are lucid. They allow me to see the future. They let me do whatever I want really.

Pual curls up in his bed.

CHANCE

You know you are one fucked up kid.

PUAL

No. I’m one fucked up man.

CHANCE

Whatever you know what I mean.

PAUL

Do I?

CHANCE

You know it takes alot of balls to do what we do.

PUAL

What’s that?

CHANCE

Take out these these sluts.

PUAL

They just want to get money like me and you.

CHANCE

Come on Pual. It’s like you admire them.

PUAL

They want what you want.

CHANCE

I don’t take off my clothes and suck dick. They are just some sluts.

Chance chugs the bottle of Don.

PUAL

Consider that my gift and shut my door so I can sleep.

CHANCE

Ok!

Slams door.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

Pual gets up and drives out to a church.

PRIESTE

What are you here for son.

PUAL

To serve the lord.

PRIESTE

Then serve him. Four hundred and twenty thousand Hell Mary’s.

PUAL

Hell Mary! Hell mary!

Swings at figure in the dark.

PRIESTE

You ate an octopus son. If you don’t want to die. Let him come up.

PUAL

I’m trying.

He throws up an octopus.

PUAL

No.

It crawls around his neck.

PRIESTE

Pray with me.

PUAL

God!

PRIESTE

Beg the Lord.

PAUL

Let me breathe. God Please.

PREITE

Your dead!

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- DUSK

Pual wakes up in his bed.

PUAL

I’m awake.

Stands up in his bed.

PUAL

Oh shit.

His phone rings.

PUAL

Hey mom.

PUAL’S MOTHER

Pual how are you?

PUAL

I’m fine.

PAUL

Listen, your father and I are sending you twenty dollars for food for the month.

PUAL’S MOTHER

Use it on food.

PUAL

I will dad.

PUAL’S MOTHER

Your mother and I are just so worried.

PUAL’S MOTHER

Pual are you ok. Do you need anything.

PUAL

No mom. Don’t worry. Everything’s great.

PUAL’S MOTHER

I love you.

PUAL

I got a call mom I got to go. I will call you back later.

Pual grabs his jacket.

ADAR O.S.

Hey, Hero! I got your ride outside. Your princess awaits. Ready to pick her up?

EXT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Adar fixes his hair in the mirror.

ADAR

King Dick! Hel Yeah brother. Did you get some rest after last night?

PAUL

A little.

ADAR

I couldn't even sleep. I just kept watching that beheading. That shit was so sick. The cops have to be like who the fuck did this. Ha!

INT. DALLAS POLICE STATION- NIGHT

POLICE CHIEF

Guys what we are looking for is clear. These guys.

Presses play.

POLICE OFFICER

Chief I can’t really make out his face.

POLICE OFFICER

He wearing a hat.

POLICE OFFICER 2

It’s a fedora. But make no mistake. This guys is the same guy in the conveyance store shooting. I have studied the footage. This is some king of Vigilante. The guy was obviously the girls pimp. He took her up there to turn a trick and Muhammad one of the top ten on our terorist watch list just happened to be up there. This is a consciences but, make no mistake we are dealing with the same guy from the store shooting.

POLICE CHEIF

What’s your name officer?

BRYAN

Bryan sir.

POLICE CHIEF

Congratulations you have been promoted to Detective.

Bryan (thirty years old) - Looks at television grinning.

POLICE CHIEF

Grab your shit and move it into an office. After that get lunch then get to work on this case.

Pats on his shoulder.

FELLOW OFFICER

How’s that promotion feel?

BRYAN

Feels good. Alright boys be on the look out for a tall white muscular male around the college campuses. That’s just me going on a hunch here.

EXT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- NIGHT

Limo honks it’s horn.

ADAR

Pual!

PUAL

Hey what’s up?

ADAR

Did you check your bank account Mr.?

PAUL

No why?

ADAR

Well, I hope you don’t mind but, I swiped your card last night. It was so that I could do this.

Pulls out a credit card.

ADAR

I had to to get your account number.

PUAL

You could have asked.

ADAR

I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s not like I don’t respect you. In case you didn't hear me, I put one hundred grand in your account. Now we are connected. I said bro get used to be friends.

Tosses keys.

ADAR

That long black limo is yours. As for the girl. You will be picking her up at the North Timbers Palace.

PUAL

Lovely gated community.

ADAR

You’ve been there?

PUAL

Yeah I know a couple of friends that live there.

Starts to rain.

ADAR

Awesome you know the way. When you get to the gate is pound two eight five. The monitors are charging in the back seat. You know how to drive a limo right?

EXT. LIMO- NIGHT

Limo pulls up.

ADAR O.S.

Her name is Sara and when you see her she’ll be the love of your life.

Gates open. Limo pulls up to a woman

PUAL

Nice to meet you.

Sara (twenty five years old) - tall blonde hair wearing a red dress.

SARA

Hello.

PAUL

You look good.

SARA

Thank you.

PAUL

Adar said you would know what Hotel.

SARA

It’s the Hyatt. Room forty four.

SARA

You look like you lost train of thought.

PUAL

That was my number in football.

SARA

I don’t want you having the wrong idea about me. I want to go to school. That’s why I’m doing this. It is so I can afford college. Treat me with love dignity and respect and I’ll do the same.

PUAL

I will take care of you don’t worry about that.

SARA

Hey did your old man ever come into your bedroom and give you the talk. Well, mine did. I was twelve when he came into my room and tucked me into bed. He used to finger bang me so hard I’d get hiccups.

PUAL

That’s very disturbing.

SARA

I’m not going to have sex with you. So don’t go home and masturbate to me. Forget all that baby monitor shit. I carry a nine millimeter. I’m not your normal escort. I’m a cash whore. As long as these johns are willing to pay a thousand dollars an hour I’m going to keep them cumming

PUAL

I guess I’ve been upgraded.

SARA

No. Your still the same. I’m not your provider. I tip you if I feel like. Adar and his fater has your salary.

Limo stops.

PUAL

Do you want to feel safe with me.

SARA

I’m starting to but, it’s more important for me to feel safe alone. That’s why I own a gun. You cannot tell me you don’t appreciate an independent woman that carries herself with poise, dignity and a firearm.

PUAL

Your entitled to that money. Don’t forget my ass is on the line too.

SARA

Oh yeah what are you going to do?

PAUL

Kick down the door and fucking come after you.

SARA

Thanks but, spare me the drama. Most guys just want to get there rocks off. Do you see these shoes.

PAUL

They look nice.

SARA

They are Italian. Cost over five thousand dollars. I could pay for those in one night. My clientel is stocked. They own companies or serve in congress. They don’t expect some cheap ugly whore. I don’t expect a worthless smo whos going to offer me sixty dollars to suck his dick. You are a limo driver not my pimp.

PUAL

Did I mention you look nice.

SARA

You couldn't afford it.

PUAL

I don’t want to pay for it. I want to keep this professional because you know that Adar’s told me to take care of you tonight and you bet your ass he’s paying me right. I’m doing this for the money wired to my account the other day. I could give a flying rat’s ass if you tip me or not. I’m doing this for me honey so don’t lay down your power trip and think that your alone. We are both in this for the cash plain and simple..

SARA

Don’t get your dick hard on me I’m just letting know you can justify this whore.

Touchers her hair.

PUAL

Honey I mean this in no disrespect but your a loose... cannon and that’s the bottom line.

SARA

You’d still fuck me.

PUAL

Maybe after a bottle of wine.

Limo pulls up to Hotel in downtown.

PUAL

We are here.

SARA

Listen, I’m sorry about beign a bitch it’s just that sometimes I feel like I’m living a double life. I feel that one day I’m going to go up into that hotel room and It’s going to be someone I know. I know your here to help me and I respect that but, It just takes me off my heels a bit not to be driven by Adar.

PUAL

I guess you could say Adar has taken me under his wing.

SARA

That’s an expensive wing. Adar is rich but his father is his only family. That woman he calls mom is just one of his whores. The guy has a bordello in Prague as well as ties with the mob. I don’t know why he is even going to school, It’s obvious he is taking daddy’s business.

PUAL

He doesn't have to go without a meal. I need this help plus it doesn't hurt that I have to look at you.

SARA

I didn't know your going to school.

PAUL

I had a full scholarship but, I fucking blew it. When I got kicked off the team. They had already told my folks. That I’m on steroids. I can’t talk to my parents. It’s hard to even pick up the phone. They want to help me but, they can’t and they know it. I’m depressed most of the time except when I’m on a dozen pills. If you think I’m proud for doing what I’m doing. Well it’s no more than you.

SARA

I’m not going to judge you.

SARA

It’s not that easy to trust someone you don’t know. I’m having to do this to get what I got When I graduate school I will stop.

PUAL

I’ll hold you to that.

SARA

Maybe he thought we should meet.

PUAL

I’m Glad we did. Please for me put this in your purse.

He hands her the baby monitor.

PUAL

It’s on take it.

Grabs it.

SARA

We’ll do it this time, just in case.

She glares at him intensely.

PUAL

Thank you.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY NIGHT

The two walk straight past the front desk her arm in his.

INT. ELEVATOR- NIGHT

PUAL

You smell terrific.

SARA

Save the pick up lines.

PUAL

I meant it.

SARA

You can wait in the hall or go back to the limo I really don’t give a fuck.

PAUL

I’ll be around the corner.

Sara knocks on the door.

SARA

Hello. Are you in there?

Pulls out her phone and starts dialing.

SARA

Somebody call this ass hole. No one’s coming to the door.

She looks at Pual.

SARA

They are calling him. Yo is this guy here? Well get a hold of him.

Phone against her ear.

SARA

Hello.

She knocks.

PUAL

Let’s wait in the limo.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Pual Turns the key. An ambulance passes outside.

PUAL

Must be a wreck.

SARA

My mom used to say a prayer every time she saw an ambulance.

PAUL

Are there some chilled bottle in that fridge.

SARA

He usually just takes me in his car.

She walks to the fridge and pulls out a bottle.

SARA

Don P. Well this is very expensive wait.

She tosses him the bottle.

SARA

Well, don’t you know how to pop the top?

Grinning Pual puts his thumb on the cork.

SARA

Do it.

POP! The cork flies out the moon roof

PUAL

Grab the glasses.

The bottle explode bright bubble rapidly spill on the floor.

SARA

A toast to a night of making no money.

Her phone rings.

SARA

Hello. We are going to a bar. See ya! Adar said the John never called back. Must have been a ghost call. We get those alot.

PUAL

What did you just say?

SARA

We are going to a bar?

PAUL

Ghost call.

SARA

Yeah.

PAUL

It gave me dejavu.

SARA

Well, that’s not always a bad thing. You look like your worried.

PUAL

I’m not worried.

SARA

I don’t know. It’s early so we might as well have fun on a loss.

Turns up the radio.

SARA

Like to dance.

Dances in his lap.

SARA

Alright tiger. Maybe you have never been tamed by the stronger sex.

PUAL

You do this naturally.

SARA

I’m not a stripper but I do know how to seduce.

Dance two him with the champagne glasses

PUAL

You maybe free.

He refills her glass twice.

PUAL

Maybe you should slow down.

SARA

Never tell a grown woman how to drink.

PUAL

I just don’t want to take care of you when you get too drunk.

SARA

That’s sweet but, I don’t need a daddy.

He grabs her and pulls her down on his lap.

PUAL

I think you do.

They kiss with intensity. She bites his lip.

PUAL

Ow.

He takes off her top then rips her panties off.

SARA

Oh God yes!

INT. BAR- NIGHT

Pual and Sara play at a pool table under dim lights.

SARA

I want to kick your ass into the wind.

PUAL

Devil on my shoulder and angel to my face, think you can pick a side?

SARA

I’m the Christmas present so kiss my ass.

Their sexual acts get more intense.

PUAL

You so fresh!

SARA

Yeah wake up and not love me when I making a date give me money for cum.

PUAL

Do you got to church?

SARA

Yeah right.

PAUL

Don’t get offended I just wanted you to tell the truth.

SARA

Why do want me to turn into some kind of christian girl all of the sudden and marry you.

PUAL

Nevermind.

SARA

Listen if yu want to keep driving me you need to get your jack ass Tony Snow attitude back.

SARA

You got land and you got money but, not rock upon to build your fortress.

PUAL

Can you tell that I’ve been looking.

Kisses.

SARA

Hold me.

PUAL

Baby please.

Hard sex.

SARA

You didn't last long.

PUAL

I usually try to train my Thing baby.

SARA

I take it as a complement.

PUAL

You could go and get a million guys but, no one can lick your pussy like me.

SARA

I think this is the wettest I’ve ever been.

PAUL

I love honestly.

Touches her between the legs.

SARA

Can I trust you?

PAUL

You got, me of course you can.

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- MORNING

Pual walks in Stefani is asleep in his bed.

PAUL

We need to talk.

STEFANI

About?

PAUL

I need my space.

STEFANI

You wanna do what? I should have known you come home every night smelling like perfume and what kind of security guard dresses that nice at work. I never cheated on you. You know you are a real piece of work. You try so hard to come off as such a good guy but, your just trash. You don’t deserve me.

PAUL

I know.

Stefani cries and runs out.

INT. BURGER HOUSE- NIGHT

Stefani walks by tables in red shorts and men flirt.

STEFANI

Alright, here yo guys.

CUSTOMER

Thanks sweet cheeks.

Slaps her ass.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Pual looks in his mirror. Sara smiles.

SARA

Ready to make some money tonight.

PUAL

Yes.

She takes her gloves off.

SARA

We are going to the Fairmont.

INT. BURGER HOUSE- NIGHT

A line cook screams at Stefani.

LINE COOK

Your table’s food is getting cold.

STEFANI

Ok! Thanks, I got it.

CUSTOMER

Hey Babe can we get some more bread?

STEFANI

Sure. I’m coming.

INT. FAIRMONT- NIGHT

Pual waits outside the door. Looks at his new watch.

SARA

Alright lets go.

Walks out the room adjusting her dress.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

The two kiss.

SARA

Another good night. I waited tables for a year before I met a girl in the restaurant I worked at. She cam in with a man that looked like her father. I thought it was until. He got and went to the restroom. That’s when she told me that she was getting paid to be his date for the evening. They tipped me three hundred that night and I went to the classiefied the next day found Adar’s number and since then I have’nt had to worry about money.

PUAL

With what Adar’s paying me now. I can’t see us doing this for more than another year. After that we should curl up for a month in a little hut on the beach.

SARA

What about when your done with school? Where do you see yourself in three years?

PUAL

I don’t want to be a doctor or a buisness hot shot. Honestly I’d love to just learn to surf. I’ve always thought if I ever got up on that board I’d never want to come down.

INT. BURGER HOUSE- NIGHT

Stefani spills drinks all over her customer then runs out the restaurant.

MANAGER

Stefani what the heel happened. Put that cigerette out and go apologize to your customers.

She continues to cries.

STEFANI

Fuck you I’m out.

Gets in her car and drives away.

INT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Stefani walks into to Don’s office.

DON

I know you would come back and beg to take your clothes off for me.

STEFANI

Please I need the money.

DON

Take your clothes off. Now! Strip!

Takes off her clothes.

DON

Now go rub your twat on that poll.

DJ

Welcome back to the stage Stefani. Get your asses up and tip a slut.

Men walk up to her with bills in their mouth.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Sara’s phone rings.

SARA

Hello. Ok. Sure we can do that to.

PUAL

What’s the score?

SARA

Two more and we are through for the nite.

PAUL

Well, lets make some money.

Crawls to the front of the Limo. Cranks it.

PAUL

We are off. Where’s the first one.

SARA

Marriot then some town home outside of town.

PUAL

You mean it’s not a hotel.

SARA

It’s like a condo.

PAUL

Have you been there before?

SARA

Yeah it’s chill. Easy two grand.

PAUL

Let’s finish by three. Don’t give those guys more than fifteen minutes.

He looks back at her.

INT. BABY DOLLS- NIGHT

Stefani is on the pole as chance and two girls walk in.

CHANCE

Yeah ladies lets take a quick brake before heading to the next spot ok. Grab us a table.

SEFANI

Hey Paul.

CHANCE

Hey what are you doing here.

STEFANI

I really need the money.

CHANCE

Well, here.

He hands her a hundred.

CHANCE

Your not with Paul anymore.

CHANCE

I heard yall fight last night. I’m his roommate.

STEFANI

I didn't know I was that loud.

CHANCE

I guess I’ll grab a Dance.

STEFANI

Sure.

CHANCE

Meet me and my girls in the V.I.P.

She follows the group up to the VIP section.

STEFANI

Can I ask you something?

She is dancing on Chances lap as the other girls watch.

STEFANI

What’s Paul’s new job?

CHANCE

What if I told you I made that in one night or I mean we made it.

STEFANI

Stop fucking around I know he’s not a security guard.

CHANCE

That’s what he told you. Ha!

He pulls out a large amount of cash.

CHANCE

I told Paul I wouldn't say anything.

She grabs his gentiles under his pants.

CHANCE

We work for the same man.

STEFANI

Your a pimp.

CHANCE

No, I’m just the driver.

Stefani makes Chance have an orgasm with her hand.

CHANCE

Damn baby your going to make me change my pants.

STEFANI

I want a job.

Chance watches his two escorts take over the stage.

DJ

Alright we got some fresh bacon on stage tonight. Get crazy!

CHANCE

I’ll talk to my boss.

STEFANI

Do it now.

CHANCE

I’ll tell you what. There is a girl I’m supposed to take to a private party tomorrow. You show up in her place then you can have her takes.

STEFANI

What time.

CHANCE

Around eight.

She pecks his cheek.

CHANCE

I’m glad you and Paul broke up. I always thought you where too fine for him.

She starts to walk out.

CHANCE

Hey, where are you going.

STEFANI

I got to get rest for tomorrow night.

He watches his two escorts make out naked.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Paul pulls up to Sara’s place.

SARA

Stay with me. We made alot tonight. Let’s just celebrate.

She hands him a bottle of champagne.

PAUL

Sure I’ll stay.

They kiss.

EXT. LIMO PLACE- DAY

PAUL

He I’m turning in the keys for Adar.

Hands man keys.

PUAL

You guys have my ride in your garage.

CLERK

What’s your name?

PAUL

Paul Townsen.

EXT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- DAY

Paul Pulls up and Stefani watches him get out.

STEFANI

I’m calling you out mother fucker.

PAUL

You don’t know what your talking about.

STEFANI

Oh fucking save it. I found out what your job is. Yes! Exactly you can’t say nothing.

PAUL

Just come in lets talk

STEFANI

I don’t want to talk to you. I changed myself for you. I’m not going back.

Gets in her car.

PAUL

Come on Stefani chill out!

INT. PUAL’S APARTMENT- DAY

Paul lays don on his bed. Looks to his side then grabs the phone.

PAUL

Come on pick up.

Slams the phone down. BAM! BAM! BAM! on his window.

PAUL

Hello.

ADAR (O.S.)

Come open your door.

Paul opens his Front door

ADAR

Hey how are you doing. Sara said you guys are hitting it off. She fine as shit man didn't I tell you. That’s why she’s so expensive. Get some sleep I wanted to let you know she already has three returning customers begging for tonight. Say that money wired to your account. I’m going to put the rest of it in there tomorrow.

PAUL

Sure.

ADAR

How’s that limo? Sweet ride huh? It’s gassed up so, your good for tonight.

Adar looks around Paul’s room.

ADAR

Ok, get your beauty sleep I need you good and rested for tonight.

Adar walks out and Paul walks back to his bed.

EXT. PAULS’S ROOM- NIGHT

Pual Puts on his three piece suit. RING!

PAUL

Hello?

MURPHY (O.S.)

Just making sure we are still on for Bow hunting in the morning.

PAUL

Yeah, I’m just going to Paul an all nighter. You got a bow for me?

MURPHY (O.S.)

You bet I do buddy. Get ready to kill your first buck. I got the perfect spot. When you let the shot go you got believe in your arrow and see it hit the mark.

PAUL

I’ll call you when I drop Sara off.

MURPHY (O.S.)

Who’s Sara?

PAUL

A new girl I’ve been driving.

MURPHY (O.S.)

You better make sure she’s eighteen. Hell, Adar had me driving a girl that was sixteen. Anyway that creeps me out man. I got another bouncer job at the cub across town. I’ll talk to the manager there and see if I can get you in

PAUL

Thanks but, I’m making too much money to quit. I’ll call you around three or four and well meet up get something to eat.

MURPHY

Alright brother.

Hangs up phone grabs keys.

INT. LIMO PLACE- NIGHT

Paul grabs the Limo keys from the clerk.

PAUL

Thanks.

CLERK

Sure.

Clerk looks at him with evil glare as the door closes.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Paul answers his phone.

PAUL

Hey what’s up.

ADAR O.S.

Paul it’s Adar slight change of plan. We need you to pick up another girl. She’s already at a bar down town. You got it?

PAUL

Sure what’s the address.

EXT. LIMO- NIGHT

Limo Pulls up to a bar.

STEFANI

Well, I guess we get to work to together after all.

She opens the passenger side door and jumps in.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

STEFANI

Wow, you look nice.

PAUL

What are you doing here.

STEFANI

I’m your date for this evening.

PAUL

Forget about it hop out. I’m not driving you so don’t even ask me.

STEFANI

So you can make money but, I can’t is that it.

PAUL

No! Your too good for this.

STEFANI

Oh spare me the shit we are taking the loop and heading to some condominiums outside of town.

Pauls phone rings.

PAUL

I think I have the wrong girl.

ADAR O.S.

Stefani Is she wearing the long black dress.

PAUL

Yeah I know who she is I’m just saying I’m not taking her. I know her.

ADAR O.S.

The Client tonight cannot be let down. It is somewhat of a celebrity. She will make good money I can assure you that.

PAUL

It’s just I don’t want her doing this.

ADAR O.S.

Now Paul, the client mus’nt be kept waiting. I’ve deposited five grand to your account and when are done with the job tonight you will get even more. I thought we had a deal?

PAUL

Yeah sure.

ADAR O.S.

Good. Do this if you want it to be a long and prosperous and beneficial relationship. Believe me Paul my father will take good care of you. Your bills your school. All of it.

PAUL

I’ll do it tonight but after that I’m not driving this girl anywhere ever again.

Hangs up phone

STEFANI

Alright, lets go.

PAUL

Put on your seat belt.

STEFANI

I didn't really work out. I’m sure you know how hard it is to find legitimate work. After all your a fucking pimp.

PAUL

Do you want to do this.

STEFANI

Yes. I need the money. I guess you have forgotten but I have a kid Paul and we need to eat.

PAUL

Girls that do this are’nt hungry for food.

STEFANI

This is my night Paul I just want to have fun. Here do a bump. Relax. I’ll suck your cock later if you want.

PAUL

Don’t be fake.

Pulls out a bag of coke.

PAUL

No, I don’t want to.

STEFANI

Well then shut the fuck up do your job and take me to the condos.

PAUL

I just didn't want you to get caught up in this lifestyle I always thought you were better than it.

STEFANI

Oh, Paul I’m sorry I’ve been mad at you. I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to spy on you, it’s just that I put two and two together after talking to one of your friends about getting in the same line of work.

PAUL

Who.

STEFANI

I can’t tell you.

PAUL

Why? That’s bull shit now fucking tell me.

STEFANI

It was chance.

PAUL

That mother fucker.

Pulls the limo to the side of the road.

STEFANI

I did it to be closer to you. If you promise to quit I will too. We don’t have to live this way. There is a better life out there. If it mean dropping out of school to work an honest job than that’s what you’ll have to do but. Let me help you. I know your parents are mad at you over losing the full ride but they can get over it because its your life and they don’t have a clue what it takes to be you.

PAUL

I don’t want you in there for longer than twenty minutes. Do what you got to do to take his money and get out of that place. We will do this last job together. I’ve got some money saved. Fuck college lets just go on a vacation somewhere. Find a beach.

STEFANI

Paul, thank you.

Limo pulls back on the road.

PAUL

Don’t mention it.

PAUL

Where is your purse.

STEFANI

I did’nt bring it.

PAUL

Your kidding me. You always carry your purse.

STEFANI

Adar told me not to bring it.

PAUL

You talked to Adar?

STEFANI

Yes.

PAUL

We can’t use the baby monitors if you don’t have your purse.

STEFANI

Just smile it’s going to be alright. It’s probably some business executive that wants to spend half his salary on me tonight.

Lightning flashes on the horizon.

EXY. HOTEL PARKING- NIGHT

A valet approaches the limo.

VALLEY

Sorry sir, hotel policy says I have to park your ride.

PAUL

Ok, gives us a second.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

He grabs the baby monitor and the speaker.

PAUL

You ready?

Slips it in his coat.

STEFANI

I guess.

PAUL

Let’s go.

Paul exits the limo then takes Stefani by the arm.

PAUL

Just smile and act like we have a room here.

She smiles.

STEFANI

We do.

EXT. HOTEL- NIGHT

Heading up the steps to the hotel door.

INT. LIMO- NIGHT

Valet presses a button on his walky-talky.

VALET

They are on there way.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT

Approaching the elevator.

PAUL

Take my coat.

DING!

PAUL

What floor?

Steps in the elevator.

STEFANI

Top floor.

Door closes.

INT. ELEVATOR- NIGHT

Paul reaches into the jacket and pulls out the monitor.

PAUL

I want you o keep the jacket on.

STEFANI

Don’t worry about me.

PAUL

I want you to keep the mic. I got to hear whats going on.

STEFANI

You’ve done this before.

PAUL

Yeah and it’s not always pretty.

STEFANI

Ok, I’ll keep it on me.

PAUL

If he tells you to take off your dress don’t thow it on the coat. Keep it by your side.

STEFANI

Don’t worry.

PAUL

Listen to me.

STEFANI

Ok. Lets just make this cash and go to your place. Then we will forget about this.

Thunder. It starts to rain. DING! Elevator opens.

INT. TOP FLOOR- NIGHT

Walking down a long off white hallway.

STEFANI

Well, It’s easy to tell which one is the pent house sweet.

One room in the entire floor.

PAUL

I’ll be at the end of the hallway close to the stairs. Make it quick. Only take your time if he is really passive and paying you already.

STEFANI

It don’t cost less than ten g’s.

PAUL

Go knock on the door.

They part.

INT. STAIRWELL- NIGHT

Paul steps into the stairs and listens to the baby monitor.

STEFANI (O.S.)

Hi. Can I come in.

Door shuts.

PAUL

Come on Stefani.

Paul looks at his watch then starts to pace.

PAUL

Come on say something let me hear you.

INT. PENTHOUSE SWEET- NIGHT

TALL MAN

Come in have a seat.

Reaches for her coat.

STEFANI

That’s ok I got it.

Takes off her coat. Her mouth is covered with white gauze.

TALL MAN

Sshhh. Just go to sleep.

BALD MAN

Take her coat.

TALL MAN

I got it.

They move back a set a blinders to reveal two hospital beds.

SURGEON

Get her prepped with an IV ready to induce meds.

Tall man lugs her body to the hospital bed.

SURGEON

The king is ready for anesthesia.

Pulls back a curtain then leans down to speak to an elderly man in another hospital bed.

SURGEON

She’s here we can begin.

Elderly man nods. Surgeon slips a breathing mask over the man’s airways.

BALD MAN

Looky here.

Pulls out the baby monitor from the coat pocket.

TALL MAN

Lets just turn this way down.

INT. STAIRWELL- NIGHT

Eroc looks at his watch and throws the monitor down.

PAUL

Murphy hey brother, I need you help. I’m at the Penthouse sweet. Yeah Marriot downtown. I need you to come. Look I’m on a job with Stefani. She walked in and I heard a bunch of different voices. She’s been in there for an hour. She’d never stay that long. Look I’m going to knock on the door. If you don’t hear from me in ten minutes bring your guns.

INT. PENT HOUSE FLOOR- NIGHT

Paul walks toward the door.

PAUL

Stefani you alright in there.

Christmas songs faintly play in the room.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

PAUL

Hello.

Door pops open and slowly cracks.

PAUL

Hey, Stefani.

Pushes the door open and walks in.

TALL MAN

Hello.

PAUL

Where is she?

TALL MAN

Behind there.

Points to the blinds.

PAUL

Stefani!

Surgeon walks out form around the blinds.

SURGEON

She can’t hear you, She is under anesthesia.

PAUL

What the fuck is going on in here.

Turns around and the Bald man is pointing a gun at him.

SURGEON

What’s going on is, Stefani is about to save a King. He needed her heart. We have been waiting for you Paul. Your going to do the same.

Walks to the door.

BALD MAN

Don’t move.

SURGEON

You’ll be fine. If you act calm about this I’ll reward you. I’ll put you so deep asleep you will think it was all just a dream.

PAUL

Fuck You!

SURGEON

Take out his knees.

Bald man shoot Paul in both his knees.

PAUL

Oh shit!

SURGEON

That’s right.

Tall man kicks his face knocking him to the floor.

SURGEON

Sorry big man but, we need your organs not your face.

Doctor plunges a needle in his ass.

PAUL

Please no.

SURGEON

Don’t worry Paul. This was’nt your faul. You were picked. Your just part of a plan. It may be hard to convince some people but, they are just not as important as some other.

The tall man brings the surgeon his medical table with a plate of tools.

SURGEON

I don’t want to turtore you but im having to much fun. No one is going to save you just realize your life is done. Deleted. You know what we are going to do to you.

Paul looks over to the table Stefani is on.

SURGEON

Well I’ll go ahead and tell you now that you can’t move. We are going to take you and your girl friend there and put you on display. After we take your organs there will be nothing left but, muscles and skin and bones. Well, that’s getting sold to some China man that will turn you into a plastic body display behind a glass case. Little kids will walk by you and Stefani’s remains and point then say oooo, or that’s gross. I had to just so you know the story tell you that they are just going to have to burry empty caskets for you and Stefani becuase there just aint gonna by a body. From now on you and her belong to me.

Paul rolls off the bed.

SURGEON

For god’s sake subdue him to the bed. I have to take care of her right now.

The tall man pulls Paul back on the hospital bed.

BALD MAN

Hold his arms.

Bald man ties him to the bed.

SURGEON

Relax your dreams will turn into nightmares..

He pulls out a syringe.

INT. MURPHY’S CAR- NIGHT

Murphy lights up a cigarette and turns up the radio.

RADIO DJ

Look out guy we got a storm and it’s just started to hit. Expect rain and wind to increase to the point of possibility, I’m just saying there is a possibility here we might see a little Hell and that’s for downtown including northern parts of the county.

Rain falls louder. Murphy turns up the speed on his wipers.

PAUL

Alright Paul. Hopefully all three of yal are in that room asleep.

INT. PENTHOUSE SWEET- NIGHT

Surgeon hold up his phone.

SURGEON

That’s right everything is going exactly according to plan. Have them ready for me. I’ll be done in around three or four hours then we will be on our way with fresh meat.

Hangs up phone.

SURGEON

Make sure he is tied down we can’t afford to slow down.

Bath room door opens and steam pours out of the room. Adar walks out wearing a robe.

ADAR

Greatest shower of my life.

Adar dies his hair.

ADAR

You know your not supposed to wash your hair with shampoo everyday.

Looks at the bald man.

ADAR

It will make your hair fall out.

Walks to the hospital bed with the old man on it.

ADAR

How’s my father?

SURGEON

He is doing fine. He already accepted her liver. Of course we still have to get what’s left out of her.

She lays on the bed chest spread open and missing half her internal organs.

ADAR

Yeah let’s get our money out of her.

ADAR

What about Paul?

SURGEON

He is getting ready for the full harvest. Those organs will be worth ten times their weight in gold on the Isreali black market.

The valet walks out of the bathroom naked.

ADAR

OooH! Stop beign so bad infront of my dad.

VALET

He’s knocked out. He can’t see

anything.

Surgeon inserts IV in Pauls arm.

ADAR

Well your distracting to me and I want to make sure our doctor friend can finish his work.

Adar slaps the valets ass then.

ADAR

On second thought keep the clothes off. I’ll just have to keep an eye on you and our doctor.

Adar walks over to Paul.

ADAR

When I looked at you I know we be benificail to each other. You just had no clue you where worth hundreds of thousands to me and well to tell you the truth I was going to have the arabic do you but, he was to sloppy and you were suprising strong. That’s when I knew to get your organs I had to out smart you. Originally your liver was going to go in my father but, Stefani just fell in my lap by chance.

Surgeon cuts Paul open down the middle.

PAUL

Help.

ADAR

I thought you sedated him.

Blood runs down the middle of the bed into a bucket.

SURGEON

He is.

Paul flexes his arms and moves his head sluggishly.

SURGEON

We are out of Anesthesia. He will just have to bleed out. I’ve already shot him up with the rest of the paralyzing agent. I don’t have anymore.

ADAR

Well, put tape over his mouth.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

MURPHY (O.S.)

House keeping

Surgeon looks at bald man.

BALD MAN

Who the fuck is that?

SURGEON

Did you put the do not disturb sign on the door.

BALD MAN

I told you to put the sign on the door.

ADAR

Forget about it guys I’ll answer it.

INT. PENTHOUSE FLOOR- NIGHT

Murphy stands outside the sweet’s door hold a 45 colt semi automatic.

MURPHY

You-hoo.

Whistles.

ADAR

Coming.

Door opens. Murphy puts the gun to Adar’s face.

MURPHY

Where is he?

ADAR

Murphy he buddy. Your just in time we are just having ordherbs.

MURPHY

Bullshit, it smells like blood in here.

The bald man walks out form behind the blinds.

MURPHY

Who are you? What’s behind those blinds.

ADAR

Paul and Stefani.

MURPHY

Let me see.

Adar nods his head to the bald man and Murphy walks towards the blinds.

MURPHY

Holy shit.

Adar grabs Murphy’s arm.

SURGEON

Shoot him.

Tall man and Bald man both pull out their guns.

MURPHY

Sick fuck’s

The tall man shoots and Murphy jerks Adar infront of the tall ma’s gun.

ADAR

OW! Fuck!

Adar is shot in the back. Murphy returns fire and dodges bullets before falling behind the couch. He puts his gun over the couch and shoots the Bald guy without looking. The surgeon walks behind the couch and shoots Murphy’s cist off the side of his face then another bullet zips into his shoulder. Murphy returns fire hitting the Surgeon in the head.

MURPHY

I know there is more of you.

The tall man grabs Murphy putting him into a bear hug.

MURPHY

Big foot.

Shoots the tall man’s foot.

TALL MAN

Ow.

Bleeding he stands up from behind the couch.

VALET

Suck my dick mother fucker.

Valet starts spraying automatic weapon killing the tall man. Murphy ducks holds his gun up and hits the valet in the neck.

MURPHY

I don’t know what the fuck this is but, I’m not going to jail.

TALL MAN

Wait. Help me.

Tall man is bleeding but, alive on the floor.

MURPHY

The devil couldn't help you in hell.

Murphy looks at Paul.

MURPHY

I told you I’d help and I did what I can.

Murphy picks up his hunting cap then puts on Pauls coat. He staggers out the door.

INT. MURPHY’S CAR- NIGHT

Murphy turns on the car then grabs his shoulder in pain.

RADIO DJ

Well the storm has finally passed. It’s going to be a bright and beautiful day.

Murphy looks at the city in his rear veiw window. A cop car with it’s sirens on pass him on the other side of the road.

THE END