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INT. HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT LOUIS, a young man in his twenties FLICKS a silver zippo on and off. He is tall, thin, and wears thick Buddy Holly glasses. His hair is black and slicked back, and his nails are long and well groomed. He wears a black suit with a white t-shirt underneath. He takes the silver zippo and puts it into his pocket. He looks out of the window out onto the Vancouver city scape. JERRY, who is in his early thirties, sits on the edge of the king sized bed with his hands clasped together. He looks up at LOUIS. LOUIS Let's get one thing straight. I am not a sadist, racist, Marxist, nihilist or a Buddhist. I'm an exhibitionist, a realist, a humanist. I'm the real deal, the be all and end all, and I can make even your wettest dreams come true. Jerry moves with discomfort on the bed. Louis walks a bit closer to him. LOUIS (CONT'D) So whaddya say? Jerry turns a way for a quick moment, then back up to Louis. JERRY I'm just not, I dunno, What if I? LOUIS Back out of the deal? Sorry, can't happen. Once you sign your name on the dotted line that's it. There's no backing out, there's no " I don't think I can go through with this". With me a deal is a deal, there's no turning back. I don't care if you're the Queen of England, the President of the United States, or just a pathetic loser like you. You will give me what you promised, wether you want to or not. Jerry fidgets with his hands. Louis takes out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. He grabs the silver zippo from his pocket and lights up his smoke. JERRY This is a big decision. I'm just not sure. LOUIS What is it that you want? Why did you come to me? Silence from Jerry. Louis moves inches from Jerry's face; their lips almost touching. LOUIS (CONT'D) You came to me because you're sick and tired of spending, day after day, night after night, hour after hour, alone in that shit hole apartment of yours. That loneliness is ripping you apart, it tares away what makes you human, what makes you a man. Louis backs up. He walks over to the window and takes a drag from his cigarette. LOUIS (CONT'D) (looking out the window) Think about what it was like in school. The jocks picked on you, the preppies laughed at you, and the girls rejected you. But you thought "once I get out of here things will change". Louis turns around. LOUIS (CONT'D) But they didn't. You're still a reject, still a loser, a nobody, a nothing. A tear spills from Jerry's eye. LOUIS (CONT'D) Aren't you tired of putting on a ski mask and raping women in the back of an ally. You're tired of stealing it, or paying for it, you wanna know what it's like for it to be genuine, for that person to willingly give it to you. You wanna be like James Dean, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and maybe for a little color Sammy Davis Jr. Louis smiles. LOUIS (CONT'D) You came to me because I can give it to you, because I am the only answer to that prayer you pray night after night. And I'm sorry to tell you this, but those three men you admire most, the father, son, and the holy ghost, well buddy, they took that last train for the coast. But not me, I'm here, I will always be here. I'm open seven days a week, twenty four hours a day and I don't close for holidays. I sell what you want and I'm never out of stock. You're the man with a mission and I'm the man with the plan. Louis slowly walks towards Jerry. He ashes his cigarette out in the ashtray that sits on the night stand next to the bed. LOUIS (CONT'D) So tell me what you want. Jerry squirms on the bed. He pulls out a photograph out of his back pocket. He hands it to Louis. Louis brings the photo to his face. He SNIFFS it. LOUIS (CONT'D) (to himself) Delicious. He hands the photo back to Jerry. JERRY I want her. I watch her everyday. I watch her as she goes to work. I watch her when she goes out for lunch. I watch her when she's at home. I want to feel her body pressed up against mine, but most of all, I want her to want me like I want her. Louis leans in. LOUIS I can give her to you. I can have her spread eagle on satin sheets waiting for you, wanting you, dripping for you. Every moment with her will be pure ecstacy. Your lust will always be fed, your needs nourished, and the most important feeling of all, the feeling of being wanted, the feeling of being loved. Louis puts his hand on Jerry's shoulder. LOUIS (CONT'D) You know this is what you want. JERRY When would I have to, you know. LOUIS Repay your debt to me, when I feel the time is right, but that time is not right now. Jerry looks down at the floor. LOUIS (CONT'D) The floor has nothing to offer you, I do, so do me the courtesy of looking at me. Jerry looks up. LOUIS (CONT'D) Thank you Jerry. Never show a salesmen that you're week. They'll use it, abuse it, then fuck you up the ass. You have to learn not to be such a wimpy little cunt, and the only thing a cunt is good for is fuckin'. Louis walks back to the window and gazes out into the beyond. LOUIS (CONT'D) Now it's time for you to make a choice. Are you gonna be that faggoty little twat you were back in high school, or are you gonna be a man with big brass balls who grabs the world by the fucking horns. JERRY I wanna be the man with big brass balls. Louis walks over to the desk adjacent to the bed and grabs a pen and a piece of paper, he makes his way over to Jerry and hands him the pen and paper. Jerry takes a deep BREATH and signs it. LOUIS You made the right choice. Jerry gets up off the bed. Louis extends his hand. They shake. LOUIS (CONT'D) It was a pleasure doing business with you. Jerry nods and lets go of Louis's hand. He walks to the door and exits the room. The door closes. LOUIS (CONT'D) I'll see you soon. A devilish smile comes over Louis's face, then he starts to LAUGH. LOUIS (CONT'D) This is getting far too easy. FADE TO BLACK.
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