INT. BACKROOM/KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
Dirk is washing dishes. A few others around. Jack enters
and approaches. MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM THE SONG OUT FRONT.
HOLD WIDE ANGLE TWO SHOT FOR WHOLE SEQUENCE.
JACK
Hey.
DIRK
Hey.
JACK
Do you know where, uh...? I'm looking
for the bathroom.
DIRK
You're way the wrong direction. You
gotta go back out and to the left -
JACK
How old are you?
DIRK
I got a work permit. I got the --
JACK
No, no, no. Not like that.
DIRK
I'm...old enough.
JACK
Jesus. Where you from? You work
here? Wait with the answer -- how
long you worked here?
DIRK
A month.
JACK
I haven't been here in a month.
That's why I don't know you. I would
know you if you'd been here more
than that right?
DIRK
I guess so.
JACK
Maurice give you a job here?
DIRK
Yeah.
JACK
Why you wanna work here? What do
you make?
DIRK
I'm not supposed to say how much I
make.
JACK
Maurice is a friend of mine.
DIRK
You shouldn't...Well...you'll have
to ask him...
JACK
You live around here? Canoga?
Reseda?
DIRK
Um, no...I'm from...do you know where
Torrance is?
JACK
How do you get here?
DIRK
I take the bus.
JACK
What do you wanna do?
DIRK
...what...?
JACK
You take the bus all the way from
Torrance to work as a busboy in a
Van Nuys nightclub. Why don't you
work in Torrance?
DIRK
I don't want to.
JACK
Why not?
Dirk doesn't answer.
JACK (CONT'D)
Shit, I'm asking so many personal
questions I hope you don't mind. I
get going, I get going and I'm
really...I like to get to the point.
DIRK
Oh yeah?
JACK
Listen: Maybe you think, what?
(MORE)
JACK (CONT'D)
You think I'm some old queen trying
to get in your pants or something
like that --? but that's not it.
And I'm trying to figure out a way
to tell you that without it sounding
like a load of crappy poo-poo. Y'see:
You got so many shmoes out there
that ain't the real thing that when
a guy like me with something
legitimate to offer, it's a pain in
the ass for me to try and convince
you of what I might have --
DIRK
You got ten bucks?
JACK
Ten bucks? Yeah, I got ten bucks.
DIRK
You wanna watch me jack-off, that's
cool if you got ten bucks.
JACK
Guys come in, ask you to jack off
for them?
DIRK
Sometimes.
JACK
No. No. You and Me...? We'll Save
It. Ten bucks, huh?
DIRK
It's money.
JACK
You've done it tonight -- yet?
DIRK
Couple times.
JACK
And you can do it again?
DIRK
If you want...if you got ten bucks.
JACK
Jesus Christ.
BEAT. Jack looks Dirk over head to toe.
JACK (CONT'D)
You're a dancer aren't you?
DIRK
...I like to dance...
JACK
No...you're a dancer...right?
DIRK
Yeah. I'm a dancer
JACK
Everyone's a dancer...y'know? Hey:
Everyone's an actor, something,
something: Question is: What do you
want, I mean: I mean this: What Do
You Want From This Life?
HOLD, THEN:
DIRK
I'm already the best...now I want
everyone else to know it.
JACK
I'm gonna tell you something straight
out and I'm not gonna hold back and
I just want you to hang out with me
a minute, 'kay?
DIRK
I'm supposed to be working.
JACK
Maurice is my friend, don't worry
about that, you let me worry about
Maurice -- because that's how it's
gonna go from now...me worrying, you
just doing what I know you do well.
DIRK
Oh yeah?
JACK
Yeah.
DIRK
So...?
JACK
So you got a face on you like I've
never seen in my life. You were
chiselled from precious metals, my
friend.
DIRK
Yeah, right.
JACK
I'm jack.
DIRK
Hi.
JACK
What's your name?
DIRK
I'm Eddie Adams. From Torrance.
JACK
...Eddie Adams...from Torrance. I'm
a filmmaker. Jack Horner.
DIRK
Really?
JACK
I make adult films.
DIRK
Like what?
JACK
Like what, like what films have I
made?
DIRK
Yeah.
JACK
All those ones, the ones with the
names: "Amanda's Ride" "Inside Amber,"
You've heard of them...or?
DIRK
I know who you are.
JACK
You do?
DIRK
I read about you in a magazine.
JACK
So you know me, you know now maybe
that I'm not full of doggy-doo-doo.
Dirk laughs, Jack laughs;
DIRK
Yeah.
JACK
Why don't you come back to my table,
you wanna have a drink?
DIRK
I'm working...
JACK
Forget that. Hey. Put that dish
down.
DIRK
I'm supposed to be working --
JACK
--That's the last dish you ever wash
in your life --
DIRK
I need money, I have to work.
JACK
You need money...you gotta pay your
rent?
DIRK
...No. I mean, yeah, I need money.
But I don't pay rent. I live at
home.
JACK
You need some spending
money...something?
DIRK
I don't know...
JACK
Hey.
DIRK
What?
JACK
Tell me how old you are.
DIRK
I'm seventeen.
JACK
I wanna tell you something right now
and I want you to listen close: I'm
a good man. You're a seventeen year
old piece of gold. You treat me
well and I'm gonna treat you well.
I've been doin' this for twenty three
years and I gotta pretty good clue
as to what works and what
doesn't...you're a pure piece of
gold, I told you that, I'm tellin'
you that again, because you're young
and that's what you need.
DIRK
I can't do that to Maurice.
JACK
You're a good worker, yeah?
DIRK
I'm sorry. I do know you. I know
you're not full of --
JACK
-- doggy-do-do
DIRK
...yeah. Yeah. But I just can't
walk out on Maurice.
JACK
It seems to me: Beneath those jeans
there's something wonderful just
waiting to get out.
Jack leaves. HOLD WITH DIRK.
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