Imagine my surprise.
No, she knew I was at the club
Friday night. All right? Thats all.
- She doesnt really know--
- She knows. Believe me.
- Why-Why are you saying that?
- Beau-Beau.
Shes a mother, not a moron.
Shut up.
She was bound to find out sooner or
later. Thats the way these things work.
Look, I just dont want you
talking to her anymore, okay?
- Or to anyone else, for that matter.
- All r
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now
imagination to fill in
the rest of the picture. We PULL BACK to see JIM -- 17,
short, horny.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Give it to me! Yes!
JIM
Oh yeah, baby, Ill give it to you.
Jim is, uh, physically involved with the scrambled babe.
We TILT DOWN to see a small multimedia presentation next
to Jim on his bed. "Cosmopolitan" is open to a sexy
model...a yearbook is open to the "girls swim team"
se
imagination to fill in
the rest of the picture. We PULL BACK to see JIM -- 17,
short, horny.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Give it to me! Yes!
JIM
Oh yeah, baby, Ill give it to you.
Jim is, uh, physically involved with the scrambled babe.
We TILT DOWN to see a small multimedia presentation next
to Jim on his bed. "Cosmopolitan" is open to a sexy
model...a yearbook is open to the "girls swim team"
se
imagination.
Youre looking for
a replacement for Lydia?
- Stick to your cards, Bob.
- Whos Lydia?
Lydias in the hospital.
Shes been there quite a while.
- I said, stick to your game, okay?
- Yes, my game.
Problem with my game is
luck can fall both ways.
Whereas, with your game,
luck doesnt enter into it.
Whats his game,
Monsieur Bob?
Its as old as mine,
but he plays with girls from the sticks...