EXT. DIRK'S APARTMENT/DRIVEWAY - NEXT MORNING
Dirk, Reed, Scotty J. and Todd are standing out front
surveying the damage on the Corvette.
REED
How fast were you going
DIRK
Fuck, I dunno. Ninety.
SCOTTY J.
Ninety miles an hour?
DIRK
Shit, yeah. I'm lucky I'm not dead.
REED
This is a lot of damage.
DIRK
I gotta get it fixed. I gotta fix
this.
REED
It's driveable.
DIRK
It's not driveable, look at it.
REED
It works, Dirk.
DIRK
You can't just drive a Corvette down
the street looking like this, Reed.
C'mon, man. Be reasonable.
REED
How you gonna pay for it? We got
other things to pay for that --
DIRK
-- I'll find a way to pay for it.
This is top priority, Reed: This car
has got to get fixed.
TODD
This could be like two - three
thousand dollars worth of damage
here, Dirk.
DIRK
So?
TODD
I dunno.
BEAT. Dirk paces around the car, frustrated. HOLD, THEN:
CUT TO:
EXT. PARTY BOYS STRIP CLUB - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT
An old, run down strip joint in North Hollywood. The sign
out front reads: "DANCERS NIGHTLY -- SHOW STARTS 7:00 -- NO
COVER CHARGE"
CUT TO:
INT. BACKSTAGE DRESSING ROOM/STRIP CLUB - THAT MOMENT
Dirk and Reed are standing with MUTRIX (black guy, late 40s)
the Manager of the strip club. Todd is there, dressed in a
JAZZERCISE OUTFIT, applying make-up to his face.
MUTRIX
Alright, I'm gonna give you a test
shot tonight 'cause it's a slow mover
and besides that Todd says you're
alright....
TODD
Dirk was one of the biggest porn
stars in the world, Mutrix --
MUTRIX
That's what I understand. And for
tonight, I'll go with you -- for you --
(to Reed)
...you're a little big for what I'm
looking for right now. Maybe if
everything works out, we can talk in
a couple of weeks or so when my guy
Jerry goes on vacation --
REED
Alright.
MUTRIX
Now -- you -- Dirk. Get dressed up.
DIRK
Thank you, Mr. Mutrix.
Mutrix exits. Dirk starts getting dressed in a Cowboy Outfit.
TODD
Great. I knew everything would work
out.
DIRK
Thanks, Todd.
TODD
No problem. You alright?
DIRK
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance, man.
TODD
Just work it and work it for as long
as the song lasts. We'll go on
together if you want. I'll take the
right stage, you take the left.
CUT TO:
INT. STAGE/STRIP CLUB - MOMENTS LATER
A dancer finishes his set and exits the stage. The crowd is
mostly horny businessmen. They applaud lightly.
Reed emerges from backstage and takes a seat in the audience.
A KAJAGOOGOO/WHAM!/POINTER SISTERS mix plays on the speakers
in the nightclub and Todd and Dirk make their entrance.
They start their dancing and stripping.
ANGLE, TWO DRUNK MEN IN THE AUDIENCE
They watch Dirk and start laughing to themselves. These two
drunk men are -- JERRY (Buck's boss from the stereo store)
and RONNIE (Becky's old boy-friend). They begin to point
and laugh. Dirk notices them but tries to ignore their
comments.
JERRY
...fuckin' donkey dick...
RONNIE
Jesus. That's the dumbest, biggest
looking dick I've ever seen.
JERRY
"Get the fork-life, I gotta take a
pee."
Dirk dances over to them. In this moment, the three of them
all recognize each other.
DIRK
Hey. Why don't you guys shut-up?
I'm dancin' here.
RONNIE
Fuck you, asshole -- hey -- wait a
minute -- I know you. I know you --
you karate kicked me at Hot Traxx
that time --
Reed and Todd see the scene and come over. Ronnie and Jerry
are now up and ready in fighting position.
JERRY
You got a problem, Donkey-Kong?
DIRK
Yeah, I do. Keep yer mouth shut
when I'm dancin'.
RONNIE
FUCK YOU, KID. I'm gonna get some
pack-back - YOU LITTLE FUCKER --
Ronnie JUMPS on stage and starts to fight with Dirk. Jerry
goes for Reed and Todd. One thing leads to another and
they're all on the ground, kicking, scratching and punching
each other.
Bouncers and Mutrix break it up. Mutrix yells to Todd, Dirk,
Reed;
MUTRIX
You three idiots get the fuck outta
here. GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT.
YOU'RE FIRED. FIRED. FIRED. THE
FUCK OUTTA MY PLACE.
CUT TO BLACK.
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