1 EXT/INT. NIGHTCLUB- EVENING 1
A disembodied gaggle of jersey clad shoulders, jeans, and
hats crosses a narrow street. Lights flare, hands are
stamped, torsos are patted down. Money exchanges hands. We
descend into a black, throbbing tunnel.
Explicit music booms from bassy club speakers. Hips, legs
A GO-GO DANCER struts and wiggles around a brass pole. Hoots
The dancer marches in place, rolling her thonged bottom.
More cheers, greedy hands stuff dollars into her waistband.
FEMALE DJ (O.S.)
Let’s go! Where all my sexy
Sagittarian ladies at?
Arms go up. A collection of whoops ripple the crowd.
The dancer wraps her legs around the pole and oozes upward
headfirst. The CAMERA ROTATES as she stretches her booted
heels into the crowd. We realize that she has been dancing
on the ceiling.
FEMALE DJ (O.S.)
Oh my God!
ALIKE (pronounced AH-LEE-KAY), 17, covers her mouth, laughing
and wide-eyed. She tries to back away from the stage, but is
pushed forward by a torrent of eager arms waving dollar
bills. Among them is LAURA, 18, worldly and smooth.
Where your singles at?!! Where your
singles at?!! Yeah, baby!
Laura strains over Alike’s shoulder to tuck a bill into the
dancer’s boot. Alike drops her beer in all the jostling.
Goddamn I love my job!
Laura stuffs a bill into Alike’s now empty hand and forcibly
waves Alike’s wrist in the air.
Alike pulls free just as the dancer takes notice and begins
to direct her attention at her.
Whatchu’ come here for?!
Alike shoves the dollar bill into Laura’s chest and shoulders
her way past the wall of onlookers surrounding the stage.
Laura shrugs, puts the bill in her teeth and lays her head at
the edge of the stage. Alike looks away and breaks through a
snarl of clubgoers just as the dancer begins to descend.
Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. Oof,
Finally free of the throng, Alike takes a breath and looks at
the clock on her cell phone.
She rolls her eyes back to the stage where Laura is no longer
visible. Not daring to risk another plunge into the throbbing
crowd, she retreats for the bar.
2 INT. NIGHTCLUB BAR- NIGHT 2
Alike beaches at an empty spot at the bar. Her gaze settles
on a CUTE GIRL a little ways down, staring out at the dance
floor. Alike jerks her eyes away and smooths the front of her
shirt and adjusts her hat as she edges toward the girl.
The girl ignores her. Alike clears her throat and speaks a
little too loudly.
Umm... Hey! How are you?!
The girl jerks around and frowns at Alike, looking her up and
Umm...sorry. I was just sayin’
The girl dismisses Alike and turns back toward the floor.
Oh. You wanna drink or something?
Hey! Hey! Over here!
Alike strains, snapping at the bartender. A CONFIDENT WOMAN
swaggers up close to the girl and extends her hand. The cute
girl takes it and allows herself to be lead to the dance
floor. Alike looks around just in time to see her leaving.
The bartender finally materializes, and Alike slinks away.
3 INT. NIGHTCLUB BATHROOM - NIGHT 3
Alike slumps into a long line of women waiting to squeeze the
cramped, 2 stall bathroom. A COUPLE in front of her makes out
vigorously, and she folds her arms and looks away.
A buff 30-SOMETHING WOMAN with locs smiles and winks at
Alike. Alike smiles and fidgets with her eyebrows and looks
away. The line inches forward. Alike glances around
searching for the woman. The 30-something has already lost
interest, her attention now fully directed at a much more
FEMININE WOMAN strutting out of the restroom. Embarrassed,
Alike faces front again. Two androgynous gangsters (AGs) who
have witnessed the whole thing nudge each other and sneer.
Alike squares her shoulders and widens her stance. One of
the AG’s breaks out in laughter and they turn around as the
line inches forward again. Alike pretends not to notice and
slumps out of line and retreats for a lonely oasis of couch
along the wall.