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.