Dirt Page #6

HOLT:

Yeah, I guess I do.

JULIA:

You can do better than that.

She takes his hand and guides it under her dress and between

her legs.

HOLT:

Don’t you think we’ve been in the

news enough for one night?

JULIA:

You think anyone here sees anything

but themselves? Besides, it’sreally dark in here...

HOLT:

It is. And wet.

JULIA:

Make me come.

They sit there for a moment. The MUSIC thumping, Holt

concentrating, Julia fluttering, then closing her eyes...

An AGENT walks by.

AGENT:

Great performance!

Julia opens her eyes.

JULIA:

Thanks.

16.

Julia and Holt both laugh. Beat, then Julia looks

surprised...

JULIA (CONT’D)

Oh, God...

She turns to Holt.

JULIA (CONT’D)

Oh, God...I’m coming.

INT. DON’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Pretty much the apartment you would expect from Don. Filthy.

A giant cat condo fills a corner of the place, covered in

shag carpet.

And piles of PHOTOGRAPHIC PRINTS. Leaning against the wall,

stacked in piles. They’re blurry, beautiful, disturbing,

exceptionally provocative. Somehow deeply spiritual and

sensual. These are Don’s other photos. On each photo, inhis crazy scrawl, stories are written on the negatives, aworld is created.

This is the work of an obsessive: He can’t help but make it,

and as such it fits at least one definition of real art; it’s

essential to the survival of the person making it.

Don holds his cat, TRISTAN, on his lap. Tristan is in bad

shape, his small cat body wracked with cancer, hair thinned

by chemo and radiation.

Tristan looks back at Don dolefully.

DON:

You’re okay, Tristan...you’re

okay...you’re okay, buddy....you’re

okay ...that’s right, Tristan,

that’s my buddy...

He places a pill at the back of Tristan’s throat, then closes

the cat’s mouth and massages his throat.

DON (CONT’D)

You’re okay, buddy...

INT. LUCY’S HOUSE -- MORNING

Lucy wakes up. There’s a SNORT next to her. A long-hairedROCK GOD-looking dude is asleep next to her. They’re both so

naked. He is early 20s, look-of-the-moment beautiful.

LUCY:

Oh God ohgodohgodohgod...

17.

She quietly disengages from the Rock God. He SNORTS again,

making her jump. She reaches into the back of her drawer and

pulls out a stun gun.

LUCY (CONT’D)

Hey!

Rock God SNORTS again, this time Lucy is undeterred.

LUCY (CONT’D)

HEY!!

He wakes up and sees her leveling the stun gun at him. He

flips his long hair back reflexively.

ROCK GOD:

Whoa...Sinead...what are you doing?

LUCY:

Sinead?

ROCK GOD:

You were so awesome...

LUCY:

I don’t know who the f*** you are

or what the f*** you’re doing in my

bed, but you have sixty seconds to

get the f*** out of my bed and out

of my house.

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