Strange Days Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 145 min
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LENNY PULLS UP to the security checkpoint of a gated
community. The white upper-middle class hiding behind
walls and paid security.
LORI:
If you read the Bible, Mark, you'd
know that there won't be another
thousand years. Right now we are in
the Last Days, as foretold in the
book of--
HOST:
The Last Days? You mean the coming
of the Apocalypse, right? The
Rapture?
Lenny fishes around in the glove compartment, flipping
through about twenty plastic security passes for different
parts of town, all bogus. He finds the right one and
flips it onto the dash.
LORI:
Yes, that's right. You only have to
look at the signs... there are wars
and rumors of wars--
The RENT A COP at the guardshack hits him with his light.
LENNY:
(lying)
I live here.
The cop waves him through. Lenny is the right color.
HOST:
Now just so the rest of us know how
much time is left, when is the
Rapture supposed to hit, exactly?
Is it midnight New Year's Eve?
And WE CUT to a burst of news videotape, enlarged, noisy,
distorted... images of a great gathering in the desert,
the faithful waiting for God's sign as the millennium
approaches.
HOST:
Is that midnight LA time, or Eastern
Standard or what? I mean, what time
zone is God in, anyway?
LORI:
I pray for you all.
Lenny's BMW cruises past an overturned burning car. There
is no-one around. He barely glances at it. Common sight
these days. If it is the end of the world, Lenny's not
going to let it break his rhythm.
LENNY:
(cellular)
I just got something in, Bobby, you
might appreciate. A 211 at a Thai
joint goes south, and these three
scuzzballs end up in a gun-and-run.
It's a beauty, two thumbs up.
Parental discretion advised. I'm
talking it's the master, not some
stepped-on copy. One of a kind.
LENNY INSIDE A GLOOMY BAR. He slides into a booth with
NORM SKINNER, a paunchy guy with thinning hair who dresses
too young. A pretty, stoned-looking girl is leaning
against Skinner.
LENNY:
Yo, Skinner. The Skin Man.
(fingering his
jacket)
Red leather. Nice feminine touch.
SKINNER:
(laughing)
F*** you, Nero.
LENNY:
Whattya got for me?
CUT TO:
POV of a woman writhing above us in ecstasy.Lovemaking in point-of-view. We look down, see OUR BODY,
a woman's body... our hands moving over the other woman's
torso. The image is dark, a primal impression. Sound of
harsh breathing, rustling sheets.
BACK TO LENNY in the booth with Skinner. Lenny has
Skinner's tape running in a playback deck clipped to his
belt, next to his pager. He is hunched over the table,
"sampling" the merchandise by touching a few of the trode
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