Officer Down Page #3

when you were a kid

a million years ago.

- Seat belt.

- Yes, sir.

ZHANNA:

I never walked to my car alone.

It was against the rules,

but it was late, and I didn't

feel like waiting around.

He was waiting for me

at my car.

I knew his face.

He was a regular at the club.

The other dancers call him Angel.

He used to draw me.

I thought it was sweet at the time.

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(SCREAMING)

(BLOWS POUND)

Help me, please!

(GASPING)

I lay awake at night

and tell myself

I'm lucky to be alive

and it's okay

that I didn't report it.

The police wouldn't

have believed me.

I'm a stripper.

I was asking for it.

I was not going to subject

myself to any more humiliation.

(SCREAMS)

Sometimes I believe my excuses

long enough

to drift off to sleep.

(SCREAMS)

But he's always waiting

in my nightmares.

He'll never let me forget

that I am helpless and pathetic

and he has control.

It makes me so angry,

more than what he did to me

or what he took from me,

what I didn't do in return.

I didn't stop him

from hurting anyone else.

He's still out there...

ready to strike again.

MAN:
Oleg...

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Ladies, I know

one after-hours club,

the best one,

'cause you're the best.

The best ladies, best club.

WOMAN:
Oleg,

don't make me work tonight.

(LAUGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC ECHOING)

When the club let out

Meet me outside

Meet me outside, girl,

meet me outside

New iced-out watch...

P.A.:
The ladies appreciate

any tip you may give them.

And for $25, a private dance

can be yours

in our Champagne Room.

Desire... where all

your dreams come true.

Bourbon, neat.

Hey

Unh

High heels

Long legs

Black out, shorty,

it's code red

I'm the young gun

learning from the old head

Slant back, count fat stacks

in the knapsacks

Centerfold body,

arch that like a black cat

Throw it right back,

boomerang when I smack that

Cheers Cheers

Celebration

Make a hot stove

in the apron

Drunk off stress,

high off confidence

Saw one coming...

- Oh, yeah, I remember that guy.

(PATRONS MUTTERING)

Never thought

I'd see you in here again.

Neither did I.

You going to waste that?

It's all yours.

I take it this isn't a social visit.

Hmm. I need

some information, Walker.

What kind?

Guy drawing pictures over there,

what do you know about him?

He's a regular...

just like you used to be.

- Got a name?

- I've seen him talking to Oleg.

Now, if this ain't

official police business...

Who said it's not?

Many ways for an officer of the law

to put a name to a face, Cal.

Straight and narrow's

done you good.

Chilling all the time,

know you feeling it...

- Don't f*** it up.

Cheers

Celebration

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