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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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