INT. DIRK'S APARTMENT - DAY -- AFTERNOON
Dirk enters and takes off his jacket, flips on the TV.
DIRK
Anybody here?
No answer. Dirk moves around. The PHONE RINGS and Dirk
answers.
DIRK (CONT'D)
Hello? Becky? Becky-what? What?
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INT. BECKY'S HOUSE/BAKERSFIELD - THAT MOMENT
Becky is locked in her bedroom on the phone with Dirk. OC
outside the bedroom, we can hear Jerome YELLING and SCREAMING.
BECKY
I think Jerome is gonna kill me,
Dirk. Please. Please come and help
me.
SPLIT SCREEN:
DIRK
Well...where are you, I don't know
where you are?
BECKY
I need you to save me, Dirk. He's
really gonna beat the shit out of
me. Please hurry, if he catches me
on the phone, I'm dead.
DIRK
Tell me where you are.
BECKY
...okay...okay...OH SHIT. He's coming
in -- okay -- okay -- meet me at
Denny's in Bakersfield -- on Colfax
Blvd. Please hurry.
DIRK
Okay. You get outta the house if
you can -- okay? Becky -- Becky?
SPLIT SCREEN/CAMERA stays with Becky as she hangs up the
phone. The DOOR to the BEDROOM IS SMASHED OPEN by Jerome --
JEROME
YOU FUCKIN WHORE, COME HERE. DON'T
MAKE ME COME AND GET YOU. WALK OVER
HERE.
Becky walks to him. He GRABS her by the hair of her head
and throws her across the room and into the KITCHEN.
BECKY
Please don't do anything to me,
Jerome. Please. Please. I ask.
JEROME
No. You don't say shit. You don't
say anything to me, to me because
I'll kill you - with my fuckin' hands
I will kill you -- you understand me
whore?
BECKY
Yes.
JEROME
You old lady...old lady movie star.
Think your MISS FUCKIN' MOVIE STAR
WITH A DICK IN YOUR MOUTH? You liked
it and I want you to tell me. You're
gonna tell me the god damn truth or
I'm gonna break your fuckin' jaw.
BECKY
I don't know what you want me --
JEROME
YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW.
Jerome KICKS Becky in the LEG.
JEROME (CONT'D)
I want you to tell me that you liked
getting fucked by those men in those
fuckin' movies. I want you to tell
me that you loved getting shit in
your face -- and if you don't tell
me I'm gonna beat the piss out of
you -- So TELL ME NOW. TELL ME YOU
LIKED IT.
BECKY
I liked it.
JEROME
Do you like big dicks?
BECKY
I don't --
JEROME
Don't fuckin' lie to me.
BECKY
Yes.
Jerome LEANS DOWN AND PUNCHES BECKY IN THE FACE. HOLD.
Jerome catches his breath and starts to walk out of the
kitchen.
ANGLE, BECKY.
Crouched on the floor. Bleeding from her nose and mouth.
She reaches for a large FRYING PAN on the floor.
ANGLE, JEROME
CAMERA DOLLIES in front of him as he walks out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, in BACKGROUND FRAME, Becky appears with the Frying
Pan in her hand, held above her head.
She SMASHES THE FRYING PAN ACROSS THE BACK OF JEROME'S SKULL.
He falls...she STANDS OVER HIM, STRIKING HIM AGAIN AND AGAIN.
BECKY (CONT'D)
DON'T - YOU - EVER - TOUCH - ME.
She drops the frying pan and runs out of the house.
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EXT. BAKERSFIELD HOUSE - THAT MOMENT
Becky runs from the house and off down the street. HOLD
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INT. DIRK'S APARTMENT - THAT MOMENT
Dirk grabs his keys and his jacket and heads for the door....
he stops a moment and heads back into his bedroom...
Dirk goes for a dresser drawer and pulls out a sock. Inside
the sock, wrapped in a newspaper fold is some coke. He grabs
it and makes a dash for the door --
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INT. DIRK'S CORVETTE - MOVING - MOMENTS LATER
Dirk is driving quickly and trying to lay some coke out on
the dashboard at the same exact time.
He continues this until he's successfully set up two fat
lines. Next, he attempts to snort back the lines, while
driving in and out of traffic on Laurel Canyon.
ANGLE, CU. DIRK
He leans down with the dollar bill folded and ready...He
SNORTS back a line from the dashboard, then looks up:
DIRK'S POV, MOVING, THAT MOMENT
A TELEPHONE POLE IS FIFTEEN YARDS IN FRONT OF HIM.
DIRK'S CORVETTE SLAMS INTO THE TELEPHONE POLE. There's a
LOUD CRASH AND GLASS SHATTERING. HOLD.
CAMERA DOLLIES IN ON DIRK, BEHIND THE WHEEL. He shakes his
head, looks around in a daze. A PEDESTRIAN runs over;
PEDESTRIAN
You alright, pal?
DIRK
Yeah, I'm fine. My car.
PEDESTRIAN
Holy shit, you slammed right into
this --
DIRK
Yeah.
Dirk puts the car in reverse and backs away.
PEDESTRIAN
I don't think you should drive the
car.
DIRK
Fuck you.
Dirk drives off with the front of the Corvette SHREDDING
along the pavement.
EXT. DIRK'S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER
Dirk drives the Corvette into the driveway, gets out and
surveys the damage. He rants and raves, circling the car.
DIRK
Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn, goddamn.
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