backs up to reveal Telly having sex with the girl. Telly is seventeen years old. He is short, dirty, slightly muscular, he has an interesting face, he is a street-smart punk, He is biting his bottom lip, the two of them are sweating like mad, the sound of the bed post smashing against the wall combines with the rhythmical moaning of the two.
RAPID FADE TO BLACK
BACK IN TIME - BEFORE THEY HAD SEX
hot after mid-level dealers.
You know her?
Who knows?
Thanks for the warning.
You pick up from Jealous? - Yeah,
l had to make trips last night.
Were not his favorite people.
- We dont make the laws.
is carrying, is dealing.
Let him be stupid!
He took my hundreds.
Take over for me a while.
lm getting contact high. - P. P.?
Yeah. - .
So whos Her Majesty talking to?
- The ecstasy connection from Ari
walls.
No pets, no loud noises, no radio
or hi-fi after on weekdays...
... on weekends...
...no hot plates and no male visitors.
Anything wrong?
I dont think I can go a year
without a hot plate.
Dont you just love chintz?
And look.
They match.
Sweet, right? Your rooms here.
My room is just across the way...
...and Amanda Armstrongs
down the other end.
- You grew up here?
- My whole life.
Youll me
hot water and opens
the medicine chest.
INT. MEDICINE CHEST
Scores of neatly stacked Neutrogena soaps. He unwraps
one -- begins to wash -- discards it -- goes through the
process two more times.
INT. SIMONS APARTMENT, ENTRANCE HALL - NIGHT
A group of PARTY GOERS enters -- followed by a HANDYMAN
holding Verdell who looks and finds:
SIMON
who looks up -- lights up -- and tears up as he moves
q
hot plate
Just dont leave it on, dear
When you leave the house
Oh, and Mark
Were sorry to hear that Maureen dumped you
I say cest la vie
So let her be a lesbian...
There are other fishies in the sea
... Love Mom!
(Lights fade on MOM and answering machine.)
"TUNE UP #2"
MARK
Tell the folks at home what youre doing Roger
ROGER
Im writing one great song
MARK
The phone rings
ROGER
Yesss!
MARK
We scre
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu
hot.
No. My auntie wouldnt let me--
account of my asthma.
Sucks to your asthma.
You cant half swim well.
- Hey, look!
- Its a shell.
Ive seen one like it before
on someones back wall.
A conch, he called it. He used
to blow it, and his mum would come.
He blew from down here.
- Youve done it!
Hey! Is anyone there ?
Hey! Hey!
- I think we ought explore a bit.
- Whats your name ?
- Percival Williams
wall.
- This is disturbing you?
- Well, Im glad I had no breakfast.
Sorry. Im used to dealing with the dead.
The only emotion I feel about one is
a faint hope it may be a party official.
Be careful, my friend.
You dont want this case.
Please. You dont want this case.
How were they killed,
Comrade Chief Pathologist?
The two men were shot in the head
at contact range.
All three were shot in the che
wall MI
this morning. Collapsed while jogging.
Paramedics resuscitated him,
but his EKGs pretty ugly.
Hes hypertensive.
This diagonal looks tight.
Who cathed him?
Rosenberg.
- Be right in.
- The patient wants to meet you.
Hes pretty out of it.
The doctors here.
Were just going to cool to today.
Sucker.
Jimi.
Vein.
Kid started walking.
Three unassisted steps.
- Get it on video?
- I wasnt even ther
hot, hard, neo-bop. The BAND wails madly behind
him. The PATRONS explode onto the dance floor, making it a
wild scene. Fred Is a lion now, roaring away on his tenor,
driving everyone nuts.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNA LOUNGE - LATER
After the band quits to take a break, FEMALE FANS come onto
Fred, but he moves away, refusing their attentions.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNA LOUNGE - BACKSTAGE - LATER
Fred dials a