Dirt Page #4

DON:

And maybe you could give me --

y’know -- a little piece of gossip,

or a big one...and that way maybe I

could help you get your career out

of the toilet-

That’s it. Holt turns and SWINGS at Don, just missing, as we

go to-

HIDDEN CAM POV:

And see the familiar tussle of a seemingly irrational movie

star shoving at a paparazzo...

The chaotic camera work/Holt’s angry red face/Julia turning

to see Holt fighting/Julia in her gown trying to break it

up/handlers pulling Julia out/The fans going crazy.

Lucy watches, smiling and shaking her head at Don. He’s a

freak, but he’s a playmaker.

AND IN SLOW MOTION

Don’s business card floating to the red carpet.

BACK TO SPEED:

Lucy pulls Don up to his feet.

LUCY:

Nice work, Don...great work.

I want to see that footage first.

We’ll use it for Star Stalkers.

You let me have it exclusively?

DON:

‘Kay.

LUCY:

Get outta here.

A few SECURITY GUYS are finally getting their asses moving,

Don sees them and starts to beat his retreat from the melee.

11.

FOUR COPS ON HORSEBACK

Ride up. They seem to appear out of nowhere and Don is

startled by them. A white horse, a red horse, a black horse

and a pale horse.

Don makes his getaway, looking back as one of the horses

rears back a little and we see deep into its--

WILD EYES:

Don glances over at the crowd of onlookers, disturbed.

IN THE CROWD:

About the third layer of people back in the crowd, a little

taller that the rest...

A SAD CAT MAN:

Yeah, that’s right. A SAD CAT MAN. Tall motherf***er, too,

about 6’4”, whiskers, cat nose and face, rumpled suit. Sad.

He looks at Don, deeply and...sadly.

DON:

Stares back at Sad Cat Man. Not so much surprised as

embarrassed.

SAD CAT MAN:

Shakes his head, disappointed. And disappears.

12.

ACT ONE:

INT. HOLLYWOOD ATHLETIC CLUB

The “Subliminal Velocity” after-party. The Industry Types

from the screening aggressively noshing on chicken satay and

trying to get close to Julia and Johnny Cole. Pools of LIGHT

surrounded by darkness.

Lucy Spiller glides through the crowd. She appears next to

Johnny and Julia and a house photographer FLASHES. Lucynails every photo op.

IN THE LIGHT:

Johnny holds court, very serious...uses his hands a lot as he

talks.

JOHNNY COLE:

And I’m all, “I know Krav Maga,

b*tch!”

His story completed, Johnny looks around to make sure

everyone has properly appreciated it.

Julia stands there with a glass of champagne, smiling

politely...Holt glowers into his Rolling Rock.

JOHNNY COLE (CONT’D)

Hey, Holt, bummer about that a-hole

paparazzi dude.

HOLT:

Yeah.

JOHNNY COLE:

So, you workin’?

HOLT:

I’m like, developing a couple

things.

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