Elektra Luxx Page #2

And where

was your hair?

It... Well, he was

holding it back.

- That wasn't a problem.

- And he was standing.

He was on the couch

just like you said, and I was...

I was giving him

that devouring look.

I said, "Didn't you promise me

a pearl necklace?"

Obviously, in my whole life,

I never said that before.

I'm very proud of you.

I didn't even get to say "necklace"

because suddenly,

this whip strikes across my eye

and my vision goes all blurry

and I fall back and I...

So you fell off the horse.

Most natural thing in the world.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

And nothing else to do

but get right back on.

The whole ride, the

paramedic was snickering facts

about how the prostaglandin

and the citric acid in his semen

was not compatible

with my contact-lens solution.

And your boyfriend?

Oh, he felt so bad for me.

He punched that ambulance driver

when he was driving

and he got me

a real pearl necklace.

WOMEN:
Aw.

- They're Japanese. So, yeah.

All right.

That's it for today.

Oh, Father McKinley

needs the room next week,

so we will start at 6:00.

- Miss Luxx?

- Yeah?

Miss Luxx, you don't

know me. My name is Cora.

- Oh, you just missed class.

- I'm not here for your class.

I need to speak to you

about something else.

Oh, yeah?

It has to do with

Nick Chapel.

If you're a reporter,

my answer is no.

Thanks, but no thanks.

And also, no.

- I'm not. I saw you at the funeral.

- You saw me at the funeral?

Fighting with his mother. That

was awful the way she slapped you.

- You are a reporter.

- No, I'm a flight attendant.

- Print whatever lie you like.

- It's not like that. I killed him.

What did you say?

Not on purpose, obviously.

I'm not a murderer...

"Ess," murderess.

I've never killed

anything in my life.

But if it wasn't for me,

Nick wouldn't be dead.

Did Father McKinley

send you?

Because he doesn't own

the community center.

My class is just as legal

as his Bible study is.

I don't know who that is.

- Have a drink with me?

- I don't know you.

Not yet. I can tell

we're gonna get along great.

Just one harmless

little drink, please?

One is my limit anyway.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

You heard about the briefcase

Nick was carrying

with the lyrics

for the new record?

I heard it went missing. Someone

stole it from the airport?

- Yes, well...

- You stole it?

Shh!

- Why?

- For you.

- For me?

- And for him too, I suppose.

God rest his soul.

See, all the songs are about you.

How can you be sure?

Well, one is called

"Elektra Is Blue."

Another is called

"Luxx Super Deluxe."

There's also one called

"All Natural Sex Vixen."

One's called "Emotional Quicksand

With Her Ankles Behind Her Ears."

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