SACRED WHORE Written by Sevastian Volkov

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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT A throwaway kid, RYAN. Young, handsome. Hes been badly beaten. RYAN I didnt know he was a cop. I swear. I didnt have nothing to do with this, I just watched. No, I wouldnt have done nothing if I knew. I couldnt have done - you dont understand what youre dealing with here. I saw it happen. I know whats going to happen. It this aint the beginning but Im gonna tell you, it all started with Eric, hes another one of the boys, me and Eric down at the squat on Fifth and Chapel. And Erics meeting a guy so he didnt get high, hes weird like that, he always works sober. Says he wants to look them in the eye. He wants to know what they do to him. Like theyre nailing him to the goddamned cross. Its fucked up. Erics fucked up. I know that. I keep telling him hes got to take some E or something, make it easy on him but he wont - and hes sober, and he says ths shit to me. He says he wants a real war in this city. He says he wants to arm all the whores, he says he wants to give a license to kill to the guys, and then, you know, the girls howd he put it. He said: its because young men are brothers and we look out for one other, and all trans women are sisters - thats the way he talks, Eric, you know, not all the time but he gets this look. Hes not all right, he never could handle doing this work. He said all this to me, he said youd never have another fucking problem in this city again. It all comes back to us. You know you cops dont do shit, you find some hooker in a fucking Dumpster, so we have to know, we have to find (MORE)

2. RYAN (CONT'D) out whos been killing these girls and what cars they drive and what they look like, if they use a rope, or - you know, and he was talking about if we had guns, if we could go after anyone we wanted. Fucking anyone. They find out about some john been coming after the girls. Bam. You find out who those cops were, beat to death that old Latino used to sell papers on the block. Bam. Were on the beat and somebody calls a tranny, a fag, a bum, a spic, a whore, a dyke. Bam. Theyd all be dead. Fucking utopia. Everyone who ever messed with us, wed be dead. And Erics this fucking twenty-year-old kid, hes starved half to death, hes quiet, the johns, they just throw him around. He could never pull off anything ... major. And it fucking hurt to hear all that since I know hes gonna go out and go to work and some guy in a no-tell motel is gonna make him choke on his dick and hes just gotta smile and take it or else he wont eat that night, or else hell get hit, you know that? You know what were going through while you sit on your ass? You only think about us when you gotta put a lock on a garbage bin behind the Mickey Ds so we cant even fucking eat? You cruise by the beats where you know were screwing outside because we aint got no car and we aint got no home and nobody in this fucking city will give us a real job, and you have to make your quota? You think about us when were easy pickings, huh? You know that Buddy Cop here liked young guy? No, I wouldnt have done shit. I wouldnt have done shit for him. No. You can rough me up again, break my legs, Im telling you. I wouldnt have done shit. But it wasnt Eric. No. Dont you go after him, because it wasnt Eric. He just got this look in his eyes, and it like, it stayed with me. I believed him. (MORE)

3. RYAN (CONT'D) I believed there could be a real war, I believed there would be blood running in the streets - He talked about it, he talked about it coming up to my knees. He told me I could smell it. And I go out on my beat, Im hanging out, guy pulls up and asks me if Im working. Didnt know he was a cop. I get in, he asks me all these questions about where I go to school - like I go to school, right, like any of us do, like we want it. I hate that, I hate telling them were just normal kids who fucking want it. And all this time Im sitting in the back seat and Im thinking about Eric, and Im thinking about him, I cant get this image out of my mind. I can see him with flowers in his hair, around his head, like a like a crown. And we get into the hotel room and Im thinking about him and it just - it hurts, I - I dont like thinking about him when Im with other men. All right? And thats the last Im gonna say about that so dont you dare ask any more questions about me and him. So Im asking the john, the cop, if hes holding. Sometimes theyll do coke with you, sometimes they got a joint, I just want to get this image out of my mind. And he aint answering, Im going through the little side drawer with the Gideon Bible looking for a spliff, and Im thinking about flowers, and flowers, and hes quiet. It got so quiet. I couldnt hear the traffic, the sounds outside. They were just gone. And I turn and I look, and theres - blood everywhere, and theres - light. You saw the body, I know you did, you saw pictures, and Im telling you, theres nothing you can do to stop her. Erics right, shes the sacred whore and this is going to be your Babylon. You can hit me again but its not gonna do nothing. Her hands were so white...

4. Ryan spots something offscreen. His eyes widen. Light fills the screen ... FADE TO WHITE.