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               FADE IN:



               INT. TALENT AGENCY. LOBBY - DAY

               Boys, men, girls and women ranging from their early teens to
               late twenties sit around, read magazines or chat to each
               other to pass the time. A SECRETARY talks on the phone behind
               a desk. She tears herself away from her important
               conversation--

                                   SECRETARY
                         Janis Beatrice?

               The lucky lady, JANIS, stands. No older than twenty-five and
               platinum blonde hair. Her facial features are flawless and
               her body screams model. 

               Others watch, mildly interested, as Janis walks through a
               door into ...



               INT. AGENT OFFICE - DAY

               Janis is clearly nervous as a hot-shot agent, THOMAS, hangs
               up the phone behind his desk. Magazine cut-outs are framed
               and displayed on his desk. His clients, and they are doing
               well for themselves. 

                                   THOMAS
                         Hi, Janis. My name's Thomas. You
                         answered the ad in the newspaper,
                         right?

               Janis sits down directly opposite him.

                                   JANIS
                         That's right.

                                   THOMAS
                         Well, your head shot was amazing so
                         I just thought I'd give you a shot.
                         Dye job?

                                   JANIS
                         Excuse me?

               Janis is slowly regaining her composure. This could be her
               dream come true. But only could be.

                                   THOMAS
                         Your hair. Naturally brunette?

                                   JANIS
                         Would you like me to go back to
                         brunette?

                                   THOMAS
                         Not necessary, I was just
                         wondering. Can you lose some
                         weight?

                                   JANIS
                         What? What's wrong with my body?

               Janis checks herself over like to make sure she hasn't gained
               twenty pounds just sitting there.

                                   THOMAS
                         Nothing..nothing, Janis. On camera,
                         I want you to look exactly how you
                         look now. But remember, camera adds
                         ten pounds. Well? Can you do just
                         add a little more time at the gym.

                                   JANIS
                         Does that mean I get signed?

                                   THOMAS
                         Well, I have a job for you if your
                         interested. I get ten percent, of
                         course, but the position is
                         promising. So? Ten pounds is really
                         nothing.

                                   JANIS
                         Sure, if that means I get the job.
                         Right?

                                   THOMAS
                         Of course. We can get the paper
                         work out of the way another day
                         when I'm not so busy. Right now,
                         let's talk about the job. Janis
                         Beatrice. Beatrice. That really
                         doesn't sound sexy. And you, my
                         dear, are sexy. Ever thought of,
                         like, a stage name?

                                   JANIS
                         You want me to change my name?

                                   THOMAS
                         Well, darling, you have to agree
                         with me, Janice Beatrice really
                         doesn't speak to me. Sounds like my
                         grandmother's name.

               Janis is stunned and she just stares at him while Thomas goes
               on without stopping.

                                   THOMAS (CONT'D)
                         We can talk about this another
                         time. I'm looking forward to a very
                         long relationship with you, Janis,
                         professional of course. The job!
                         Right, I have a small company
                         needing a small, non-speaking role
                         in a film they're making. You act,
                         right?

                                   JANIS
                         Yeah--yes. I've always wanted to
                         act.

                                   THOMAS
                         Fantastic. I think this role's just
                         for you. You don't mind a little
                         bit of nudity, do you? Legitimate
                         sex scenes?

               It hits her like a brick to the gut.

                                   JANIS
                         Is this a porn movie?

                                   THOMAS
                         I wouldn't really call it porn. The
                         company is legit, not something
                         held in an old warehouse.

                                   JANIS
                             (sarcastically)
                         I'm sure the facilities are very
                         nice.

               Janis stands.

                                   JANIS (CONT'D)
                         What kind of place is this?

                                   THOMAS
                         Hey! Pornography is legal--



               INT. TALENT AGENCY. LOBBY - SAME TIME

               Young girls overhear and their accompanying mother's jaws
               drop.

                                   THOMAS (O.S.)
                         --and an industry on the rise! 



               INT. AGENT OFFICE

               Janis steps to the door and puts her hand on the doorknob. 

                                   JANIS
                         You're right, Mr. Thomas. Janis
                         Beatrice is not the name of a porn
                         star. 

                                   THOMAS
                         Who said you'd be a star?

                                   JANIS
                             (under her breath)
                         Non-speaking. I bet.

               The door slams with Janis Beatrice behind it. Not a second
               later, Thomas hits a key on the phone.

                                   THOMAS
                         Send in the next one.



               INT. TALENT AGENCY. LOBBY - LATER

               Janis keeps walking to the door. 

                                   SECRETARY
                         Harley Beatrix?

               Alphabetical order and without a second's hesitation, another
               woman walks into the door. Janis walks out.

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