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JESS:

They requested her. It was her gig.

Max put me on as a favor.

BOBBY:

Some favor. I hope they know you're

not like Wendy.

JESS:

Oh, please.

BOBBY:

If they asked for her, they're

probably expecting blowj*bs all

around.

JESS:

Will you cut it out! Get ready, we're

already late.

BOBBY:

Who's watching the baby?

JESS:

She's downstairs with Ruth. Get ready.

BOBBY:

I'm ready.

JESS:

Bullshit. These are classy customers.

You can't show up all f***ed up with

a Fila running suit on.

BOBBY:

They're not too classy to have tits

rubbed in their face.

She rises and swaps her robe for a floor length overcoat.

God, is she hot.

JESS:

Stop. I love you.

She leans in for a kiss. He lets his anger melt. He leans in

to kiss her. She gives him last minute cheek to save the

perfection of her sparkling twenty minute lips.

JESS:

Let's go.

He follows, slightly slighted.

EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES

As the couple hurries down the stairs, The face of a SMALL

GIRL peeks out the first floor window. This is CHLOE, Jess'

daughter. Her age is somewhere between Paper Moon and Jerry

Maguire. She watches without expression as her mom leaves

for work.

EXT. HAVANA ROOM - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT

They valet the car and approach the members only cigar lounge.

Bobby opens the door for her.

INT. HAVANA ROOM - LOWER LOBBY - NIGHT

An attractive female HOSTESS sees Bobby's undesirable

appearance.

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