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Money Shot - Symons
Money Shot - Symons
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Coming back from the dead isn’t like in
the movies.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Takes forever to open your eyes. Or bend
your finger to feel the rope tied around
your wrists. Longer to figure out that
cold, hard thing poking your cheek is the
car’s jack. Hardly gripping cinema.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Other than that, you’re just busy
bleeding, trying not to pass out.
ANGEL
Hi. My name’s Gina Moretti.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I like sex okay? Let’s not make a big
deal out of it. It’s healthy. Natural.
And I’m good at it. Really good.
Hands free, ANGEL RIPS HER GAG AWAY AND VOMITS then sucks
in air. Each exhale comes out as a light sob of pain.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Sex gave me everything I ever needed.
And I’m not just talking about the money.
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She fumbles in the dark until she finds that JACK she
mentioned earlier. She extends the jack, little by
little, until it presses against the trunk lid.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Porn years are a little like dog years,
so I saved every penny, got out early and
opened my own agency: Daring Angels.
Booked the best talent in the biz and
really took care of my girls. But being
surrounded by gorgeous 19-year-olds all
day sometimes gets to me.
DIDI (O.S.)
Would you stop it already! You do not
need a Goddamn boob job.
ANGEL
I think the left one’s drooping a bit.
DIDI
Let me see.
DIDI (CONT’D)
The left one always did that.
ANGEL
Didi! It did not!
DIDI
Want me to show you on one of your old
videos?
ANGEL
What’s this?
DIDI
Bill from that director. Jackass wants
two grand for those boots he claims
Roxette DuMonde boosted from his shoot.
ANGEL
(reading the bill)
Rhinestone-studded Hermès riding boots.
Ugh. Sounds gaudy as hell. Who would do
that to Hermès boots? Who would wear
them?
ANGEL
Roxette’s got a magpie’s eye: She sees
something shiny and she goes after it.
She loses interest just as fast.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Track her down so we can clear this up.
DIDI
(into phone)
Daring Angels... oh, hi!
(hands Angel the phone)
Sam’s on the phone for you, sweetie.
I’ll make some calls about Roxette in the
morning. Got a date tonight.
ANGEL
Sam, how are you?
ANGEL
Anything, you know that.
ANGEL
Zandora Dior and Kyrie Li are out of town
featuring but there’s Sirena, Coco Latte--
ANGEL
And this new kid: Molly May. Total
knockout. Redhead upstairs and down--
ANGEL
Sam, you know I’m retired.
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SMASH TO:
HD quality now, 16:9 and JESSE BLACK (21), with lean, bad-
boy architecture and a boyishly handsome face, fucks an
actress like a machine.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
If Marlon Brando did porn in the 50s,
with those smoldering good looks and all
that intensity, he’d have been Jesse
Black.
BACK TO:
ANGEL
It’s pretty short notice.
ANGEL
I don’t even have a current test--
ANGEL
Sam...
ANGEL
In the flesh.
ANGEL
Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, kid.
ANGEL
What’s the address?
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Lying here I had plenty of time to think
about all the warning signs I missed...
ANGEL (NARRATION)
The mansion had seen better days, patched
here and there, like an aging mistress
with a plastic surgery fetish.
And that shitty BLUE HONDA Angel will soon call home.
But aren’t.
ANGEL
Sam? Sam, are you in here?
SAM (O.S.)
Upstairs, Angel!
ANGEL
Where the hell is everybody?
SAM (O.S.)
We were going late so I let a few guys
off the clock.
Angel enters and the first thing she sees is a bed with a
bare MATTRESS COVERED IN PLASTIC.
ANGEL
What’s this?
JESSE
Angel Dare... Wow. You look amazing.
JESSE (CONT’D)
This is gonna be epic.
SMASH TO BLACK:
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ANGEL (NARRATION)
I didn’t recognize these two and since
neither offered their names...
She turns her head: SAM’s tied to a chair beside the bed--
SAM
I had no choice, Angel. I’m sor--
“TOM”
Where’s the briefcase, Angel?
ANGEL
What briefca--
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JESSE SLUGS ANGEL in the gut after a look from Tom. She
groans and would double over if she weren’t tied down.
SAM
Please, just tell them where it is!
ANGEL
I’m telling you the truth!
“TOM”
A girl came into your office earlier
today with the case. We know it’s not
there. Or at your home. So where is it?
ANGEL (NARRATION)
And suddenly, I knew exactly what they
were talking about--
SMASH TO:
Hours before Angel gets that fateful call from Sam. Didi
brings a SKINNY GIRL into Angel’s office, LIA (19). In a
Lakers T-shirt, wobbling on ridiculously high heels, Lia
nervously clutches a SHOPPING BAG stuffed with clothes.
DIDI
Angel, this is Lia. She said she needs
to talk to you.
Lia sits across from Angel, her body language tense and
urgent; her big eyes evasive. Her scruffy looks and
dirty hair could be mistaken for junky chic.
ANGEL
You’re looking for work, Lia? Do you
have ID? I can’t even take test shots
without a drivers license--
LIA
I am not wanting work. I am wanting
Lenuta Vasilescu. We are friends as
children together in Brasov.
LIA (CONT’D)
In the movies she is Zandora Dior.
ANGEL
I’m afraid Zan-- Lenuta’s working out of
town...
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
LIA
When will she be back?
ANGEL
She flies back Sunday night.
LIA
Please, can I have her number?
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ANGEL
I can’t give out a client’s number to
just anyone who walks in here. Even
childhood friends.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
But I can get a message to her.
LIA
It’s... it’s private.
ANGEL
Write your phone number and whatever else
you need to tell her. I’ll fax it to the
club Zandora’s booked at and she can call
you.
Angel feeds the page into her fax machine and Lia gets
up, nervously moving about the room, chewing on a nail
and looking out the window to the street below.
LIA
May I please use toilet?
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DIDI
Honey, that child needs some help.
ANGEL
See how much we have in petty cash. I
don’t want her leaving here without money
for a meal, okay?
DIDI (O.S.)
Where do you two jackwipes think you’re
going!? Get your dick-skinners off me!
ANGEL
Sorry boys, but we don’t book male talent
here. Try Eros over on Sherman Way.
The wiry one with acne scars, WILSON, ignores her. Women
always intimidated Wilson. Bullying and terrorizing them
now somehow compensates for an adolescence filled with
rejection and humiliation. He gets off on it.
WILSON
Where’s Lia?
ANGEL
Just missed her.
DIDI
Seems like every other week we get losers
like you two in here. Pissed off,
looking for their girlfriends. Or their
mothers.
DIDI (CONT’D)
Also not the first time I’ve had some
asshole wave a knife in my face, either.
WILSON
Just missed her, eh?
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DIDI
It has a knob, you prick!
They both try cramming into the small space but find IT’S
EMPTY. The window’s open and Wilson pokes his head
through it, looking at an EMPTY ALLEY two stories down.
WILSON
Fuck! She went out the window.
DIDI
In those heels? I seriously doubt it.
Angel and Didi look in the bathroom: Lia’s HIGH HEELS sit
on the toilet seat beneath the open window. She’s gone.
DIDI (CONT’D)
Wouldn’t have thought the poor little
thing had it in her.
ANGEL
Must be pretty desperate to make that
jump.
WILSON
Nothing! She’s gone.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Hell, maybe she was a secret agent.
CUT TO:
“TOM”
I know you know about Lia, Angel. And
the case. So once again: tell me where
my money is.
SAM
FOR GODSAKE ANGEL TELL THEM!
Sam spits the words out along with saliva and drool
running down his beard until his shouts devolve into a
soft mewling noise a wounded animal might make.
“TOM”
Now you know we’re serious, Angel.
ANGEL
I don’t know anything about any money.
That girl, Lia, came then left when those
two guys showed up. That’s all I know.
“TOM”
She must have said something. What did
she want?
ANGEL
She wanted to get in touch with one of my
clients. Said they were friends as kids.
“TOM”
She wanted to catch up? Reminisce?
ANGEL
I don’t know.
“TOM”
Okay, which client?
“TOM” (CONT’D)
You’re thinking about being brave.
Don’t.
Still nothing.
“TOM” (CONT’D)
Jesse...
ANGEL
Zandora Dior! It was Zandora Dior.
“TOM”
Good. Good... Now, let’s try again.
From the beginning--
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I’d like to say I was brave, but they got
it out of me. All of it.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Everything. I’d have told them about the
time I stole three bucks from Sister Mary
Francis’s desk back in the second grade
if they’d asked.
“TOM”
The money, Angel. Where’s my money?
ANGEL
Please... Please...
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“TOM”
You and Sam have been friends for a long
time, yes? He’s a nice guy? A family
man? Someone you care about?
Tom looks at Harry again, who shoves that gun into Sam’s
mouth so hard the FRONT SIGHT CHIPS A TOOTH.
“TOM” (CONT’D)
I won’t ask again, Angel.
Angel shakes her head. Tom looks a bit sad, then nods to
Harry, who pulls the trigger. The back of Sam’s head
BLOWS OUT, blood splattering everywhere.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Call it shock or overload or whatever, my
brain had decided enough was enough. It
simply put on a hat, picked up two
suitcases and fucked off to parts
unknown.
“HARRY”
I don’t think she knows, boss.
“TOM”
Yeah, you may be right.
(re: Sam’s body)
Take care of that.
Harry wipes the gun clean of prints with Sam’s shirt and
drops it in the body’s lap. Tom lights another cigarette
on his way out of the room, turning to Jesse--
“TOM” (CONT’D)
She’s all yours, Jesse. Get rid of her
when you’re done.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
My hot date with Jesse was just getting
started, as he raped me then. I blacked
out, but when he was done, I do remember
he complained I was a disappointment.
CUT TO:
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ANGEL (NARRATION)
I figured it was over until Jesse gagged
me and tossed me in this trunk. I don’t
know how long we drove... I was still in
and out.
THE CAR STOPS and the engine shuts off, ticking and
pinging as it cools. Angel hears the door open outside
and then THE TRUNK LID POPS OPEN--
JESSE
End of the line, bitch.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
First two shots missed. Pretty sure
Jesse had his eyes closed the whole time.
But I lay there like he’d hit me.
BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!
Another CRANK of the jack and the latch gives one final
METAL GROAN before POPPING OPEN, lid flying up.
EMERGENCY DISPATCHER
911, what is your emergency?
ANGEL
Help... I’ve been shot. I’m at...
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ANGEL (CONT’D)
15839 Valley Boulevard. It’s a pay
phone.
EMERGENCY DISPATCHER
I’ve got an ambulance on the way, okay
ma’am? Please stay put.
ANGEL
Not going anywhere...
DIDI (VOICEMAIL)
I can’t answer the phone, but leave your
message, dirty words and all, and I’ll be
sure to call you back. <BEEP!>
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I couldn’t think of anyone else to call.
Then a name filtered through the pain:
Malloy. Daring Angel’s new security man.
ANGEL
Malloy... it’s Angel... I--
MALLOY
I’ll call you right back.
ANGEL
What the hell?
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ANGEL (CONT’D)
Malloy? What the hell?
INTERCUT WITH:
ANGEL
I’ve been shot! I have no idea where I
am but I called an ambulance and--
MALLOY
Stop. Listen: You have to hide from the
ambulance. I’ll come get you instead.
ANGEL
What? Why?
MALLOY
Because if they take you to a hospital,
you’ll be arrested for Sam’s murder.
EMT
(to driver)
Must have been a prank.
ANGEL
Malloy...
All the torture, pain and fatigue comes crashing over her
and ANGEL PASSES OUT in his arms. Malloy gently lifts
her into the back of the SUV--
FADE TO BLACK:
PRE-LAP:
MALLOY (O.S.)
Angel... Angel...
ANGEL
Where the hell am I?
MALLOY
Lie down. It was this or Tijuana.
ANGEL
You brought me to a dominatrix?
MALLOY
This is Ulka. She’ll fix you up.
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ULKA
Don’t worry. I’m very good. And much
cleaner than TJ.
ANGEL
You’re telling me Ilsa the She-Wolf of
the SS has done this before?
ULKA
It’s Ulka. And I’ve done it many times.
ULKA (CONT’D)
We’re fine here.
ULKA (CONT’D)
Not the worst I’ve ever treated but
you’re very lucky. That, or the man who
shot you is very stupid.
ANGEL
A little of both, I think.
(beat)
How did you know it was a man?
ULKA
Who else does such things to a woman?
ULKA (CONT’D)
This is going to hurt and I don’t have
anaesthetic. It’s counterproductive in
my line. But these will help with the
pain.
ULKA (CONT’D)
You’re going to be okay.
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The way she assures her, Angel knows Ulka’s not just
referring to the physical damage she’s suffered.
ANGEL
Yeah.
ULKA
Hm... One more thing.
Angel wakes, stiff and sore all over. Lifts the johnny
to find she’s been neatly SUTURED AND BANDAGED.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
For a second, I thought I was wearing a
Halloween mask. When I realized it was
my face, my earlier worries about less
than perfectly perky breasts seemed so
small and far away.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I’m going to find them. And I’m going to
kill each and every last one of them.
ULKA
Good, you’re finally awake.
ANGEL
How long was I out?
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ULKA
Almost three days. Those tranquilizers I
gave you were from Mexico. Very strong.
ANGEL
Three days? No wonder I’m starving.
ULKA
These look good. You’ll be sore and
there will be some scarring, naturally.
(re: Target bags)
Malloy bought you some things. He’s
parked out back.
Angel pulls out JEANS which she slips into under her
hospital johnny. They fit perfectly. The soft denim
makes Angel feel better. Normal. Halfway human again.
ANGEL
I don’t think the last six guys who
actually touched my breasts could have
guessed my bra size. But Malloy, who I
barely know, got it right.
ULKA
Malloy’s a pretty observant guy.
Thoughtful, even.
ANGEL
Is he... a client of yours?
ULKA
(laughs)
Malloy’s hardly the submissive type.
ANGEL
Yeah, I guess not.
Ulka examines Angel’s face. RIPS THE TAPE from her nose--
ANGEL (CONT’D)
OW! Jee-zus.
ULKA
Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.
(slight smile)
Old habits, you know.
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ANGEL
Malloy.
MALLOY
Angel.
ANGEL
I look that bad, huh?
MALLOY
We need to be careful about who sees you.
You’re on the LAPD’s most-wanted.
ULKA
Replace her bandages in a day or so. And
keep her out of trouble, Malloy. Don’t
need you messing up all my good work.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
As I filled in Malloy I felt I was being
listened to more intently than ever
before. I told him everything, starting
with Lia and the briefcase and ending
with the part where he showed up to
scrape my ass off the sidewalk.
MALLOY
Do you own a Sig-Sauer P-238?
ANGEL
Yes. Why?
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MALLOY
Before I got your call, the police hauled
me and Didi in. They got an anonymous
tip and uniforms found Sam’s body in your
car abandoned over by the Van Nuys
airport. One in the knee. One in the
head. Tortured, then executed. They
recovered the Sig in a nearby dumpster.
SMASH TO:
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I remembered thinking that gun looked
small for Harry. That’s because it was a
lady’s gun. My gun.
CUT TO:
ANGEL
You think I’m stupid enough to kill Sam
with my registered firearm, then leave it
and my car behind with Sam’s body in it?
MALLOY
No. And you don’t strike me as the type
to coldly execute a friend, either.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I figure it’s a set up. But the LAPD
won’t care. They hate a mystery and with
your gun, they like you as the shooter.
ANGEL
That’s ridiculous!
MALLOY
It gets worse: The police searched your
office, Angel - found pictures of young
girls on your computer. Real young.
ANGEL
What!?
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MALLOY
Working theory is you and Sam were
running a kiddie-porn ring and Sam got
nervous. Wanted out. So you killed him.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Angel--
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Stop.
ANGEL
Jesus... Those assholes really fucked me.
(slumps in her seat)
Does Didi know you found me?
MALLOY
Haven’t told her yet.
ANGEL
You don’t think she’s mixed up in this--
MALLOY
Didi’s clean. But I want to hold off
letting her in on everything.
ANGEL
She needs to know I’m okay.
MALLOY
Police are probably watching her, waiting
for you to surface. For now, the less
she knows, the better for you both.
ANGEL
Why are you doing all this? Why hang
your ass over the edge to help me?
MALLOY
When no one else would, you gave me a
second chance. And I don’t like having
to owe anybody.
ANGEL
Okay, so what now?
MALLOY
Police are watching your home and office
so you’ll stay at my place while I drive
to Vegas to find Zandora. Maybe she has
a line on Lia and this briefcase.
ANGEL
If you’re going to talk to Zandora I’m
going with you.
MALLOY
I don’t need you in my way. This isn’t
about revenge, Angel. I’m helping you to
clear your name. That’s all.
ANGEL
Hey, I gave them Zandora’s name. I put
her in danger. And I don’t like having
to owe anybody, either. So I’m coming.
ANGEL (O.S.)
Pull in there - the Silver Sperm.
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ANGEL
That’s what all the girls call it. It’s
basically a dorm for out-of-town
strippers.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Are you serious?
SMASH TO:
ANGEL
The Silver Spur in Vegas. Room 102!
BACK TO:
MALLOY
You up for this?
WILSON
Who the hell are you?
The OTHER GOON who was with Wilson at Daring Angels hits
Malloy. With a frightening economy of movement they
exchange powerful blows and counter-punches.
MALLOY
Angel! The gun!
Wilson moves for the pistol but Angel gets there first,
nervously pointing it at Wilson.
ANGEL
Don’t...
WILSON
You gonna shoot me?
ANGEL
You gonna try me?
Malloy sweeps a leg under the goon and they both tumble
to the floor, grappling - each trying to gain a brutal
advantage on the other. The goon bites Malloy. Malloy
painfully digs his thumb in the goon’s eye-socket.
The act stuns Angel with its ferocity. WILSON RUNS FOR
THE DOOR. A second too late she pulls the trigger, gun
jumping in her hands. The bullet smashes into the door -
too wide - and Wilson gets away.
MALLOY
Shit! Stay with Zandora!
Malloy grabs the gun from Angel and runs after Wilson.
The broken lamp flickers and the iron continues to
angrily hiss as Angel rushes to Zandora, untying her--
ANGEL
Zandora? Can you hear me?
ZANDORA
Totul miroase a pâine proaspata... Mama,
ai coace pâine?
ANGEL
Lenuta... It’s me, Angel. I’m so sorry.
MALLOY
I lost him.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Not going to get sick on me, are you?
ANGEL
We need to call 911.
MALLOY
Cops are probably on their way after
someone reported that gunshot. Means we
have maybe a minute to find the fax and
get the hell out of here.
ANGEL
It’s not here.
MALLOY
We have to go.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I couldn’t get over how calm Malloy was,
when I was falling apart inside. The
mechanical way he killed that guy.
Reacting to Zandora’s broken body without
a trace of emotion.
MALLOY
What was the name of the place Zandora
was dancing? Where you sent her the fax?
MALLOY
I’m going to see if I can talk to the
manager. That fax might still be saved
in their machine.
Angel opens her door but Malloy reaches over to CLOSE IT--
ANGEL
Come on. You’re not about to tell me to
wait in the car, are you, Malloy? Like
I’m your fucking dog?
MALLOY
I don’t like when people do that to dogs.
(beat)
But you’re Angel Dare. Famous porn star
wanted for murder. We can’t take the
chance somebody in there recognizes you
so you’re staying put.
ANGEL
At least crack a window.
The Hostess leads Malloy into the club BY THE ARM and
Angel’s angry with herself for even caring--
MALLOY
Don’t know what use it’ll be though
unless we can get it translated.
SMASH TO:
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Not far from the airport, lights from flights coming and
going in the background. Malloy’s SUV prowls down sleepy
streets, having driven back from Vegas straight through.
ANGEL
I know some Romanian girls in the biz who
might be able to help with this fax.
MALLOY
What we really need to do is find that
briefcase. And their money.
ANGEL
What makes you think they haven’t already
found it by now?
MALLOY
Because they wouldn’t have gone after
Zandora if they had.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
That means it’s still out there.
ANGEL
And Lia.
MALLOY
We need to find her or the case.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
This is about money. If we can get that,
we have leverage on the guys who did this
to you. Bait to lure them out.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Most guys have me in their place and in
five minutes are putting the moves on me.
MALLOY
Remote’s there if you wanna watch tv.
I’ll be just down the hall.
ANGEL
‘Night Malloy. And thanks.
ANGEL
Black, two sugars. How is it you know
how I take my coffee and which cut of
jeans I prefer or my bra size, yet I
barely know anything about you?
MALLOY
I called Didi. She’s on her way over so
you might want to shower.
DIDI
Oh my god!
DIDI (CONT’D)
Holy shit.
MALLOY
The police followed you, Didi.
DIDI
That’s the same asshole who grilled me
about Angel.
MALLOY
Yeah, he questioned me, too. Used to
know him. Name’s Erlichman.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Decent enough cop, but he hears hooves,
he’s not thinking zebras. He’ll run down
the simplest, most logical suspect.
Right now, that’s you, Angel.
ANGEL
He knows I’m here.
MALLOY
If he thought you were here, he’d have
brought a SWAT team with him.
ANGEL
Really? I rate a SWAT team?
MALLOY
Okay, maybe not. But he definitely
wouldn’t show up alone.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
(whispering)
And don’t close the door all the way.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Hello, Frank.
ERLICHMAN
Malloy. May I come in?
ERLICHMAN (CONT’D)
May I ask what you’re doing here, Ms.
Kellick?
DIDI
No, you may not.
MALLOY
She hired me to look into Angel Dare’s
situation... unofficially, of course.
ERLICHMAN
You’re not a cop anymore.
MALLOY
This territorial pissing? Or are you
afraid I might turn up something you
can’t.
ERLICHMAN
Leave this to the professionals, Malloy.
Ms. Kellick, your friend Angel’s in
serious trouble. Best thing she can do
is turn herself in.
ERLICHMAN (CONT’D)
Not kidding, Malloy. Stay out of this.
DIDI
Somebody wanna tell me what the hell’s
going on here?
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ANGEL (NARRATION)
Malloy gave Didi the CliffsNotes while
Didi hung on to me like someone was going
to try and take me away--
DIDI
Give me a cigarette, Malloy.
ANGEL
Thought you quit.
DIDI
Fuck that.
DIDI (CONT’D)
After that girl Lia came in, I couldn’t
help thinking I recognized her.
(off Malloy’s quizzical look)
I have a head for porn. Used to have the
body for it, too.
DIDI (CONT’D)
I’m certain I’ve seen Lia in videos
before. Can’t remember what she went by,
or the title - some super-low-budget
amateur line that had “teen” in it.
ANGEL
Great. That narrows it down.
DIDI
It was a real boring title, like Horny
Teens or Dirty Teens. Very generic.
Malloy, you got internet here?
DIDI (CONT’D)
Go to slutfinder.com and do a search for
“teen.”
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MALLOY
Just what I need: The Feds monitoring me
for surfing underage porn.
ANGEL
Teen doesn’t have anything to do with
age, Malloy. Just means girls with no
implants and an amateur look.
MALLOY
Me, I like real women. Grown-ups.
DIDI
Something we can discuss later, honey.
Get Angel off and maybe I’ll do the same
for you.
MALLOY
Jesus.
ANGEL
It’s just pussy. Not gonna bite you.
MALLOY
I like dirty movies as much as the next
guy. But look at this girl with
ponytails. She’s like 16! Still has
braces on her teeth.
DIDI
Yeah, and she paid to look that way.
Guys love it. It’s a better investment
than implants.
(elbows him away)
Here, let me in there.
DIDI (CONT’D)
It wasn’t Dirty Teens, it was Naughty
Teens. This is her--
Lia tries to act like she loves it but her heart not
really in it, as she lazily plays along...
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ANGEL
Son of a bitch.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Malloy, show Didi the fax.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
We need someone who speaks Romanian.
MALLOY
Someone who can keep quiet about it, too.
ANGEL
What about Honey Westlake?
DIDI
Only time Honey keeps quiet is when she’s
got a dick in her mouth.
ANGEL
Tabitha Moore... She’s Romanian, right?
DIDI
Tabby’s a good kid. Let me try and track
her down.
ANGEL
(re: computer)
You really have a problem with all this?
MALLOY
I don’t know... Some of these girls look
as young as my daughter. Sure as hell
don’t want a bunch of old men jerking off
to her. I mean, those girls have
fathers, too.
SMASH TO:
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CUT TO:
ANGEL
Those girls are all legal, consenting
adults. The one with the braces? She’s
twenty-five. Raising a little boy by
herself. And maybe he’ll need braces for
real one day.
MALLOY
I get it: it’s a job. But don’t tell me
something called Teen Nympho Cheerleaders
isn’t supposed to get guys off on the
idea of banging high school girls.
That’s like a step away from statutory
rape.
ANGEL
God, what are you, the Thought Police?
That’s a pretty big step, Malloy. You
need to understand it’s all just fantasy.
Whether their daddies like it, or not.
DIDI
Tabby’s working over at the Rawkus stages
today. I can go see her--
MALLOY
You’ve got cops following you, Didi.
Which keeps them busy and away from us.
So I’ll--
ANGEL
We’ll go see Tabby.
MALLOY
Okay, I realize I’d be out-voted here.
But you can’t go out looking like that.
ANGEL
Like what?
MALLOY
Like Angel Dare. You’re going to need a
disguise.
DIDI
Bet you’re glad you never got that boob
job, huh Angel? They’d never stay down.
ANGEL
Just go easy with those, will you? I’d
still like to be able to breathe.
MALLOY
It’s big on you but I think it works.
Didi, she look a little more masculine?
DIDI
Hell, I’d fuck you, Angel.
ANGEL
I don’t see how we keep disguising this
with just a ball cap, though, do you?
MALLOY
That’s the part I held off mentioning--
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ANGEL
You sure about this? It looks closed.
MALLOY
He’s expecting us. So quit stalling.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I told him you were hiding out from an
abusive boyfriend.
BARBER
(in Spanish)
[You want me to stop?]
ANGEL
No, keep going.
Angel exits into the sunlight and puts her shades on.
The barber also BLEACHED HER HAIR, Angel running her
fingers through the shock of blonde he left up top.
MALLOY
You okay?
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ANGEL
Do I look okay?
MALLOY
You look like a skinny gay guy.
ANGEL
Terrific. I guess as long as I don’t
look like Angel Dare, we’re in business.
ANGEL
That’s Tabby over there.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Not gonna get sick on me, are you?
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Three things people don’t want to see get
made: Laws. Sausages. And porn.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Big difference between porn on tv and
live on set is the smell. A potent mix
of ass and banana-flavored lube.
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DIRECTOR (O.S.)
And cut! Okay that’s lunch.
MALLOY
Tabitha Moore?
TABITHA MOORE
Da?
MALLOY
I’m a friend of Didi Kellick.
TABITHA MOORE
Sure, she said you’d drop by. Come.
MALLOY
I have this note but it’s written in
Romanian. We were hoping you could tell
us what it says.
TABITHA MOORE
No problem. Give to me.
(she takes the note)
Angel Dare.
MALLOY
What?
TABITHA MOORE
You helping Angel for Didi, da? And this
may help?
MALLOY
Yes. We hope.
TABITHA MOORE
I believe nothing of this bullshit about
Angel. She’s no murderer.
CUT TO:
LIA (NARRATION)
Dear Lenuta, remember me, Lia Albu? I
need help. I am in terrible trouble...
LIA (NARRATION)
I was lured to America by promises of
good work as an au pair for wealthy
Beverly Hills families.
Smiley drives them into the San Fernando Valley along the
101 as the girls snap photos with cell phones.
LIA (NARRATION)
We were promised the American dream.
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ROMANIAN BRUNETTE
Bloomies!
LIA (NARRATION)
But this was all a lie by evil men.
Empty but for two mattresses Lia shares with four other
girls, all wearing ratty track pants and t-shirts. Any
life they had in them has been terrorized out of them.
LIA (NARRATION)
They beat us and put drugs in us. Force
us to make dirty movies. To have sex
with men... Or worse.
The door opens: WILSON tosses another girl into the room.
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LIA (NARRATION)
I stole money and ran away.
Lia quickly folds the list and slips it into her pants.
CUT TO:
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ANGEL
Can we bring this to the cops?
MALLOY
We don’t really have anything.
ANGEL
We have human trafficking! Forced
prostitution. Slavery.
MALLOY
No, we have a story told by a girl we
can’t find. She doesn’t name names--
ANGEL
What about Jesse? Lia worked with him.
MALLOY
In what appears to be a legit porn movie.
The cops bring Jesse in to talk, he
brings his lawyer and we’ll get nowhere.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I know you’re upset, but this isn’t a
smoking gun. We need Lia. And the case.
ANGEL
Tomorrow at the mall. That’s where Lia
will be.
MALLOY
And so will we.
MALLOY (O.C.)
Dinner’s here, Angel...
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Malloy... I wanted to slug him and fuck
him and get away from him and be rescued
by him - all at once.
Checks the mirror again only now she feels strangely self-
conscious about wearing lipstick, quickly wiping it away--
ANGEL
So you were a cop?
MALLOY
You know I was.
ANGEL
About the only thing I do know about you.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
But you quit?
MALLOY
I left. Yes.
ANGEL
And you were married.
MALLOY
Briefly. I made some bad choices with
women when I was younger.
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MALLOY (CONT’D)
My daughter was the only good thing that
came of it.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Only the ex dangles child-support over my
head anytime I want to see her.
Threatens to take away my visitation
rights.
(beat)
Everything’s always about money.
ANGEL
Think you’re making a bad choice with me?
MALLOY
I’m not sure.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I’ve done some things I regret, Angel.
But I feel good about helping you. I
feel like a cop again. Like one of the
good guys for a change.
ANGEL
Got news for you, Malloy: You’re already
a good guy.
MALLOY
Right then, I’m off to bed.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
The other night if Malloy had left the
door open like that, I definitely would
have taken it as an invitation.
She digs out that LIPSTICK, staring at the red gloss like
some totem of femininity. A lost god to pray to.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Before we tried to find Lia at the mall,
I asked Malloy to take me by my storage
place, where I had squirreled away some
cash for a rainy day. Told him I needed
to do this by myself.
Angel walks down spooky halls to HER UNIT and unlocks the
big combo lock. There’s BOXES of winter clothes and
photos. Old furniture. A SHELF with dusty knickknacks.
She opens a rusty TOOL BOX. Lifting the tray she reveals
a 9MM PISTOL hidden on the bottom. Loaded. The gun goes
into the bag and she covers it with some clothes.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I hate malls. They’re like strip clubs
for women.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Doesn’t look like she’s here yet.
MALLOY
We’re early. Get something to eat so you
blend in. Grab a seat over there so you
can see the whole court.
ANGEL
Where are you going?
MALLOY
I’ll hang back here and keep an eye out.
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ANGEL (NARRATION)
I scoped every woman who fit Lia’s
description, just in case.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Son of a bitch...
ANGEL (CONT’D)
If Lia showed, that weasel probably
scared her off.
MALLOY
Maybe...
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Either way, this meet’s blown.
MALLOY
Maybe they already found Lia.
ANGEL
If they had, then why would Wilson show
up here? That guy knows Zandora’s
dead... if they got Lia, too, there
wouldn’t be a meet, right?
MALLOY
No, you’re right...
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I just thought of another reason Lia
wouldn’t show up--
ANGEL
HEY!
ANGEL (CONT’D)
You okay?
MALLOY
Not really, no.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Let’s go before anyone else--
(realizes what she’s about to
do...)
Angel... Think for a second--
SMASH TO:
BACK TO:
Angel PULLS THE TRIGGER. The FIRST SHOT kills Harry and
surprises Malloy.
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MALLOY
We need to go... NOW.
He hustles her into the SUV and speeds off with a squeal--
MALLOY
I told you once before I didn’t think you
were the sort to execute someone in cold
blood. Guess I was wrong.
ANGEL
Pull over.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Do cold-blooded killers puke like that?
MALLOY
All the time.
ANGEL
What is it?
MALLOY
Think I lost my wallet back in the
parking gara--
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Get-in-Get-in!
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ANGEL
Jesus, Malloy! You’re hit!
Angel squeezes behind the wheel and jams the key into the
ignition. She backs up as the hood explodes with
gunshots, windshield collapsing under withering fire.
She ducks back down and yanks the wheel in time to avoid
an ONCOMING CAR that almost clips them in the 5” screen.
Angel steers into the spin and Wilson stays right on her
as they race through a RESIDENTIAL AREA. The bike path
widens to a restricted lane for the ORANGE LINE METRO.
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Malloy’s on the exam table. His shirt has been cut away.
Angel holds a cloth to a wound on his side gushing blood.
ULKA (O.S.)
Seriously? It’s getting so a girl can’t
shove a whip up a guy’s ass without you
two interrupting.
ANGEL
Is it bad? It looks bad.
ULKA
It’s through and through.
MALLOY
Too bad. Know how much you would have
enjoyed poking around in there.
ULKA
Lot of nice tissue damage, but I don’t
think it nicked any vessels.
(calmly, to Angel)
Only moderately bad.
(then, noticing)
Oh, I like the new cut.
ULKA (CONT’D)
Now for my favorite part: Lie back, this
is definitely going to hurt.
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ULKA
He’ll be sore but it should heal up
nicely.
ANGEL
Car’s totalled. Was hoping you could
help with that.
ULKA
One scratch on her, and I’ll hurt you.
Not in any pleasurable way, either.
PRE-LAP:
ANGEL
Earlier you told me you thought of
another reason Lia might not show up.
MALLOY
Yeah...
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Angel helps him with his new shirt, careful of his wound--
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Maybe the reason she never showed is
because she’s already dead.
After hours and the place has the sort of shadows and
spookiness you’d expect from a house of the dead.
MORGUE ATTENDANT
So you want to see all the Jane Does that
came through in the past few days?
MALLOY
If you wouldn’t mind.
MORGUE ATTENDANT
Always knew you had a dark side, Malloy.
MALLOY
We don’t have to do this...
ANGEL
I’m fine. Let’s keep moving.
The attendant opens the drawer and unzips the bag: LIA
stares up at Angel with milky, lifeless eyes.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
That’s her.
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MORGUE ATTENDANT
(reading clipboard)
Okayyy... Struck by a Metro bus three
days ago on Victory and Vesper.
ANGEL
Right around the corner from my office.
MORGUE ATTENDANT
DOA on the scene.
MALLOY
She have any personal effects?
MALLOY
Police find a silver metal briefcase?
MORGUE ATTENDANT
Just what you see here One shopping bag.
Two tops. Two skirts. Assorted make
up... one pair rhinestone boots--
ANGEL
Hermès riding boots--
MORGUE ATTENDANT
Yeah, that’s what it says here.
ANGEL
Gaudy as hell.
Angel removes the boots from the bag, puzzled to see them
with Lia, looking at Malloy with a jolt of realization--
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I know where the briefcase is.
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ANGEL
Roxette DuMonde.
CUT TO:
ANGEL (NARRATION)
A teenaged model and spoiled party girl
with a habit of landing on Page Six.
CUT TO:
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ANGEL (NARRATION)
Roxette showed up at my offices that
morning before Lia. Knew she was getting
called on the carpet for swiping those
boots.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Roxette claimed she never took the boots
and when she showed us her shoot bag,
they weren’t in there.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Later, Lia escaped out the same bathroom,
only she knew she might get caught so she
must have tried hiding the case, too.
She climbs out the window and drops to the alley below
just as Wilson breaks in to see she’s not there - HER
HEELS left on the toilet seat.
CUT TO:
Angel opens the door and hits the light. She has the
boots in the personal effects bag, which she hands to
Malloy as she climbs up and slides the tile back--
ANGEL
Damn. No case. Roxette must have come
back looking for her boots and found it
instead.
MALLOY
So let’s find Roxette.
ANGEL
Easier said than done. She’s a meth
addict. Goes silent for weeks, holed up
at one address or another until the drugs
run out.
MALLOY
Jesus. Whatever money’s in that case,
she probably smoked by now.
ANGEL
Gimme your phone.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I asked Didi to ask around for Roxette’s
whereabouts. Maybe we can find her
before she manages to blow it all--
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ANGEL
Didi, hey, it’s Angel, I--
ANGEL
Jesse! If you hurt her--
INTERCUT:
JESSE
If you want her to live, you need to get
your ass over to her house now. Alone.
ANGEL
If their marksmanship is anything like
yours, Jesse, Didi’s got no worries.
JESSE
Get your ass over here, bitch!
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ANGEL
That’s Didi’s place there, with the
Prius. Don’t know who that belongs to
but I can guess.
MALLOY
Keep driving.
MALLOY
Looks like Didi still has a tail.
ANGEL
So where are the cops who were watching
her?
ANGEL
What--
ANGEL
Didi!?
DIDI
Angel... that you?
(ragged cough)
You missed the party...
DIDI
When those two cops showed up, Jesse’s
friends panicked and everything started
popping off like the Fourth of July...
DIDI (CONT’D)
Will you look at this? One of those
little pricks shot me in my Goddamn hand.
ANGEL
No, no, no, no... Oh my God, no!
DIDI
Don’t look in the toilet. I puked.
(realizes...)
Hey, you cut off all your hair.
(frowns disapprovingly)
Makes you look too butch.
ANGEL
Come on, Didi, let’s get you out of here--
DIDI
Aaah... I can’t.
DIDI (CONT’D)
Shot me a couple other places, too.
ANGEL
Malloy! We need an ambulance!
DIDI
Don’t bother, Malloy. It’ll just jam you
up. You know I’m not gonna make it.
DIDI (CONT’D)
Aw, cut it out, Angel. I didn’t mean it
about your hair.
ANGEL
Jesse?
DIDI
When the shooting started the coward
scrambled out that window like the farmer
caught him corn-holing his daughter.
(beat)
(MORE)
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DIDI (CONT'D)
He was on me about that case... Didn’t
tell me how but apparently Roxette found
it. I kept my mouth shut though. Told
‘em good luck finding her... there are
dozens of smoke holes she could be
flopping in.
DIDI (CONT’D)
Only I found out which one... She’s
shacked up with Thick Vic. You two
should go after her. And get those
assholes for me, will you?
(coughs)
I’ll just sit here a while longer.
Didi kisses Angel then gives her a wink as she pushes her
towards the door, which Malloy solemnly closes behind
them as they exit.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Thick Vic was a former porn star who used
to deal drugs to actors in the biz.
After he became his own best customer he
started suffering “performance issues”
and dropped out to deal full-time.
The door opens before they ring the bell: There’s TAYLOR
SIMONE (40s), Barbie doll proportions and a face frozen
after too many surgeries. Pomeranians yap at her feet.
TAYLOR SIMONE
You here for that girl?
ANGEL
We were looking for Vic.
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TAYLOR SIMONE
He went to get some help to get that
psycho bitch out of my bathroom--
MALLOY
That’s terrible.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
You invite him to live here under your
roof. The least he can do is treat you
with some respect.
TAYLOR SIMONE
Exactly! Is that too much to ask?
MALLOY
Of course not.
ANGEL
Roxette? It’s Angel. Angel Dare.
ROXETTE
I think I got all of the transmitter
out... I’m not sure, though. Nowadays
they make them so they can rebuild
themselves, so you can’t be too careful.
ANGEL
Who did this to you, Roxette?
ROXETTE
Some guys my dad hired to track me.
ROXETTE (CONT’D)
Tried to snatch me when I left your
office last night to get my boots back.
I ran but they put this in me.
ANGEL
You’ve been shot, Roxette.
ROXETTE
Just don’t tell my dad you saw me, okay,
or he’ll try to put another transmitter
in me. Swear to me.
ANGEL
I swear.
TAYLOR SIMONE
Come on, don’t be shy...
MALLOY
What too you so long?
THICK VIC
What the hell is this?
TAYLOR SIMONE
Get your shit and get the hell out. Got
me a new boyfriend now... someone who
respects me, you junkie piece of shit.
THICK VIC
Lying whore! You told me you were too
sore from your last surgery and now I
find you banging some guy behind my back?
TAYLOR SIMONE
Maybe if you had something else between
your legs than that roadkill snake of
yours I wouldn’t need other guys!
THICK VIC
I got no problem getting it up for
Roxette.
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PRE-LAP:
MALLOY (O.S.)
A hundred and eighty thousand...
ANGEL
That’s what I got, too. Doesn’t seem
like much, does it? I mean after
everything, it hardly seems worth it.
Malloy piles the cash back into the case, closes it and
lies back, wincing in pain. He sets his gun and
cigarettes on the table beside the bed, closing his eyes
for a much-needed rest.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I could use a shower.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I felt human again.
She uses her fingers to comb her spiky bangs over her
forehead, looking more feminine. Applies the lipstick
she swiped from Tabby. Pulls the BOOTS from the bag.
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MALLOY
Angel...
MALLOY
Maybe we should just say fuck it and get
out of town.
ANGEL
You asking me to run away with you?
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MALLOY
We go to Mexico. A hundred and eighty
grand’s not much but it goes a long way
down there.
ANGEL
I can’t. They still have to get what’s
coming to them.
MALLOY
Men like that never get what’s coming to
them, Angel.
(beat)
I once told you I did things I regret...
MALLOY (CONT’D)
After my wife left me and took our
daughter, I didn’t date for a long time.
Then I met someone on the job. A pro.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
She never took a dime from me. Her pimp
found out she was dating a cop and tried
to use her against me. When she refused,
he killed her. Guy was connected.
Greased all the right wheels and walked.
She was just another dead hooker to him,
but to me...
MALLOY (CONT’D)
I couldn’t think of anything else but
what I was going to do to him. It ate me
up. I drank. I lost my badge. I lost
everything. It was like being in love,
that same purity... Only it was hate.
MALLOY (CONT’D)
Took me three long years but I got him.
Drove him out to the desert and made him
sorry for what he did. When it was
over... when I finally watched him take
his last breath I didn’t feel any
different. I still missed her. And I
still hated him. My life became so
consumed with vengeance that when the job
was done I had nothing left. No purpose
anymore.
(looks at Angel)
I just don’t want you to have to go
through that, too.
ANGEL
I know you’re right. I do. But I can’t
walk away from this. Not yet. Not until
it’s done. Maybe after...
ANGEL (CONT’D)
After for sure.
MALLOY
Okay, Angel.
(smiles faintly)
If that’s the way you want it.
ANGEL
I’ll show you the way I want it...
Looks at the BEDSIDE TABLE, where Malloy left his gun and
his cigarettes. Both gone.
Looks at the chair: OVERNIGHT BAG still where she put it.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Malloy once told me everything was about
money.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Maybe he saw all that cash and got
stupid. Or maybe the whole time he was
just playing me: after the money for
himself.
sits on the seat beside her, open so we can see all those
STACKS OF CASH she transferred out of the case earlier.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I staked out all the spots I knew Jesse
might show.
SMASH TO:
ANGEL (NARRATION)
It took every ounce of restraint not to
just walk up and blow that bastard away.
Jesse’s trainer pays the check and leaves with two of the
blondes. Jesse and the third blonde walk to the Ferrari.
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Jesse and the blonde stop off for non-fat soy lattes.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Jesse never seemed to be alone for long.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
And the caliber of tail this guy was
getting was unbelievable.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Enjoy it while it lasts, asshole.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
First time Jesse was alone all day. I
might not get this chance again...
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Damn. Ulka’s going to kill me.
JESSE
What the fuck!?
The Olds backs up: That Italian carbon fiber didn’t fare
well against good ‘ol U.S. of A. steel and chrome.
Jesse shades his eyes from the HIGH BEAMS of the 442,
trying to figure out who did this to his favorite toy.
JESSE (CONT’D)
You’ve got an ass-whupping coming to you
mother fu--
ANGEL
What’s the matter... I’m not your
favorite anymore, Jesse?
JESSE
Ah! What the fuck!
JESSE (CONT’D)
You fucking bi--
FADE TO BLACK:
ANGEL
Stop complaining. This is the Taj Mahal
compared to the trunk you dumped me in.
Jesse jumps when that PICK AND SHOVEL land beside him
with a ominous CLANK.
Four feet down Angel climbs out and walks over, Jesse’s
eyes never leaving that PISTOL tucked in her jeans. She
rips the gag from his mouth--
JESSE
You’re never going to get away with this!
ANGEL
Yes. I will.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
You watched me dig your grave. There’s
no one out here but us. No one to rescue
you.
JESSE
What do you want?
ANGEL
Start with the case of money Lia stole.
The one I now have.
JESSE
It belongs to my uncle, Alan Ridgeway.
He invests in things: Restaurants. Real
estate. Clubs. Dirty movies.
ANGEL
Ridgeway... do I know him?
JESSE
You two have met--
CUT TO:
BACK TO:
JESSE
He was the guy calling the shots the day--
ANGEL
You mean the day you beat me, raped me,
shot me and left me for dead? Keep
talking... What’s the money for?
JESSE
We buy girls. The money was to pay for a
new shipment. My uncle’s man, Wilson,
was supposed to bring it to the pick-up,
only that little cunt--
ANGEL
Lia. Her name was Lia.
JESSE
Fuck! All right, Lia, his little
“girlfriend” got under his skin.
(MORE)
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JESSE (CONT'D)
Stole the case and escaped when his pants
were down.
ANGEL
Tell me about this pick-up.
JESSE
Untie me first.
ANGEL
Not until you tell me everything.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I’ll make it real good for you, Jesse. I
promise.
JESSE
Every six months or so we get a new
shipment. These guys my uncle knows have
a whole scam going, flying them in from
overseas. We buy girls from them.
ANGEL
Girls like these? Let me guess, they’re
promised jobs, only when they get here,
they’re kidnapped. Sold into
prostitution? Forced to make movies?
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Is that what you do to them, Jesse?
JESSE
Yes. Then we sell the used-up ones--
ANGEL
Used-up?
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JESSE
The ones who don’t look so good anymore.
Ones with HIV or Hep C. Or are too
strung out to earn their keep.
Angel stands and THE CHAIR TIPS ALL THE WAY OVER. Jesse
bangs his head on the ground.
JESSE (CONT’D)
Jesus!
ANGEL
What happens to them?
JESSE
They get to go frolic and play in
beautiful green fields with the other
little kitties and doggies and whores--
ANGEL KICKS JESSE so hard he and the chair fly back into
the hole--
JESSE (CONT’D)
Fucking bitch! You want to know what
happens? We sell ‘em for cheap down in
Mexico. Maybe they make tacos out of
them, how do I know? All I know is
they’re a bunch of useless old skags.
ANGEL
Old skags? What are they, nineteen?
We’re not fucking disposable, Jesse.
JESSE
You wanted me to tell you and I told you.
We make money off them. A lot of money.
JESSE (CONT’D)
Hey, it’s not me. My uncle does this!
Get me out of here! I can’t breathe!
ANGEL
Where are the girls, Jesse?
JESSE
Oh god... don’t let me go like this.
ANGEL
Where do you keep them?
JESSE
My uncle owns this apartment complex off
Tujunga out past Vanowen. Real out of
the way.
JESSE (CONT’D)
I told you want you want! I never meant
to hurt you. I just wanted to have a
little fun. It was Ridgeway. He made me
do it. Planned the whole thing. He’s
the one you want, not me.
ANGEL
Don’t worry. I’ll get him, too.
JESSE
Angel, please! Please don’t do this!
Please...
ANGEL
What was that stupid line you said to me,
Jesse? Oh yeah: End of the line, bitch.
She lets him squirm and suffer. Then TWO MORE SHOTS
center mass shut him the fuck up. Jesse dies, his last
howl clipped mid-stream, sighing out one final breath.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
All that digging left me too tired to
dance on Jesse’s grave, so I sat there
for a while, trying to savor the moment.
But she’s not listening. Angel gets out and walks along
the property. A chain-link fence cuts off the sidewalk
from a weedy courtyard, too high to climb. There’s an
underground parking entrance but it’s also gated.
Angel looks around, then smashes one window with the gun--
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Angel steps out into the hall. It’s quiet and empty. A
little spooky, too - one overhead light flickers and hums
with a faulty fluorescent bulb.
WILSON
Hey, Angel. Nice haircut.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I’d been out for hours. Took a moment
but I recognized where I was: this was
the set of the Naughty Teens video I saw
Lia in.
WILSON
So you’re all tough now, huh? Little
girl with a big, bad gun, that it?
He sets the gun aside and strips off his trench coat,
laying it on a nearby chair. He still wears his razor.
ANGEL
New shipment of girls coming?
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Jesse can be a real chatterbox when you
point a gun at his balls.
WILSON
We already bought them. Thanks to you
for bringing our money.
WILSON (CONT’D)
Tonight, the old girls will be on their
way south. And you’ll join them.
WILSON (CONT’D)
You’re supposed to look used and abused
when we dump you with the Mexicans.
Guess I have work extra hard to break you
in, huh?
WILSON (CONT’D)
Where is that idiot Jesse by the way?
ANGEL
Last I saw him he was screaming in a
shallow grave out past Lancaster with his
dick shot off.
WILSON
Never liked that kid. But Ridgeway’s got
a soft spot for his incompetent nephew.
He’s not going to like hearing he’s dead.
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WILSON (CONT’D)
You may not make it to Mexico after all.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Make enough porn movies and you’ll get
tied up at least once on camera. Usually
the guys doing the tying are pros but
Wilson was a lousy rigger. I just need
to keep him distracted--
WILSON
Like that, huh bitch? Thought you would.
ANGEL
Get the fuck off me.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Back against that wall, asshole.
WILSON
Fucking bitch, I’m bleeding to death!
ANGEL (NARRATION)
Each one of these apartments had been
converted into studio sets for porn
movies. Each a different fantasy.
ANGEL
Hello...?
The door opens slightly and two huge eyes peer out at
her. A 20-YEAR-OLD GIRL timidly steps out, skinny to the
point of malnourishment. Another girl peeks behind her.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Hi.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Either of you speak English?
ANGEL
I’m here to get you out. Do you
understand?
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Is there anyone else here?
ROMANIAN BRUNETTE
Drugs... to keep us quiet. Easier to
deal with at first when we still have
some fire in us...
ANGEL
Anyone else here?
ROMANIAN BRUNETTE
There was one other.
ANGEL
Lia...
ROMANIAN BRUNETTE
Yes! She is okay?
ANGEL
(hesitates...)
She got free.
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WILSON
--gonnafuckingkillyou!
ANGEL
Ridgeway... where is he?
WILSON
Fuck you, bitch--
ANGEL
Does it look like I’m fucking around?
WILSON
OkayOkay! Ridgeway has a joint, out near
the Van Nuys airport, across the
tracks... Sneaky Pete’s!
His eyes widen when THE GIRLS file in after Angel to find
their tormentor and captor chained up. Though the words
whispered between them are foreign, their rage comes
through loud and clear.
ANGEL
Not your biggest fans... Wonder why?
WILSON
Hey, wait--
Angel fits the ball gag back into Wilson’s mouth before
handing THE RAZOR to the Romanian brunette--
ANGEL
He’s all yours, ladies.
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I realized the whole time I’d been going
about this the wrong way. I tried to be
some movie tough guy. Malloy with tits.
CUT TO:
ANGEL (NARRATION)
I recognized the Bentley from the Bel Air
mansion Sam lured me to. Ridgeway’s.
DJ
Give it up for Amber... Amber, gentlemen,
show her some love.
MANAGER
Looking for work?
ANGEL
(baby-dolling it)
I know it’s late but I was hoping you’d
let me audition tonight. If I impress,
maybe I can get some shifts this weekend?
MANAGER
Okay, sugar. It’s a slow night. You can
go next. G-strings on stage. Full nude
in the champagne room. Any extras are up
to you.
DJ
Something you want to dance to?
ANGEL
Track eight, please.
DJ
Old school. Nice. Got a name, doll?
ANGEL
Vendetta. My name’s Vendetta.
DJ
Cool. You’re on now--
(into mic)
Gentlemen, we have a smoking hot treat
for you tonight, a show-stopping little
lady ready to shake that money-maker.
Boys, get ready to meet Vendetta!
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CENTER STAGE:
A BLACK VOID--
ANGEL/BON SCOTT
“I want you to bleeeeed for me--”
MANAGER
(clapping)
You can start Friday.
ANGEL
Water.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Care to get to know me better?
RIDGEWAY
Cut the hard sell. I own the place.
ANGEL
Oh. Sorry, boss. You didn’t look like
the sort who comes to a place like this.
RIDGEWAY
Yeah? What sort do I look like?
ANGEL
Sophisticated. Someone with taste.
RIDGEWAY
You’re still working me.
ANGEL
Maybe. But if I owned a place like this,
I’d want to make sure all the merchandise
is top shelf.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Take it for a test spin.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Come on... One song’s not gonna kill you.
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RIDGEWAY
What the fuck?
RIDGEWAY (CONT’D)
Hey! HEY!!
RIDGEWAY (CONT’D)
Who the fuck do you think you are, you
dumb bitch? What the hell is this?
RIDGEWAY (CONT’D)
Angel Dare...
ANGEL
Still alive and kickin’. You know, you
could use better men on your payroll,
Alan. Ever consider hiring a woman?
RIDGEWAY
Okay, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you
had it in you. Clearly I was wrong.
ANGEL
Oh no, you don’t really like women,
though, do you Alan? At least, only
women you can kidnap. Torture. Pimp
out, throw on film, or toss on a stage.
(MORE)
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ANGEL (CONT'D)
That’s about all you think we’re good
for, isn’t it? Just use ‘em up and move
on to the next. A fucking rock star.
RIDGEWAY
Is this about money? Because I have
money. A lot of money--
ANGEL
Now who’s the dumb bitch? This was never
about money. It’s about Sam...
Zandora... Lia... Didi...
(sad beat)
Malloy.
RIDGEWAY
You mean that burnt-out ex-cop you had
helping you?
(laughs)
My guys tracked you two down to that
motel and who do they catch trying to
sneak out in the middle of the night with
the case? Your boyfriend.
RIDGEWAY (CONT’D)
So you’re going to shoot me now? Okay,
go ahead. Throw your life away. Yeah,
sure, I’m a piece of shit. I’m a
criminal. I should be in jail.
(rattles his cuffs)
But this is straight-up murder, Angel.
By the time you get out of prison you’ll
be a dried-up hag. You’ll spend your
last, grey days rotting away in the old
porn star’s home with all the other has-
beens. So why not? Pull that trigger...
But Angel grabs a roll of GRIP TAPE she took from the
apartment, unspooling it. Ridgeway’s not certain what’s
about to happen next, but he’s no longer smiling--
ANGEL
Never said I was going to shoot you,
Alan. You don’t deserve to have it over
so quickly. Not for what you’ve done.
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ANGEL (CONT’D)
Those women... the countless lives you
and your asshole pals destroyed.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
Your power over them is gone. And you’re
done deciding what happens to me.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
You don’t write my story. I do. You
don’t get say if I’m beautiful. I do.
You don’t get to say if I’m strong. I
do.
ANGEL
This place is out of business. Everybody
get out.
ANGEL (CONT’D)
I mean now, sugar.
MANAGER
There! That’s her over there!
Angel tosses her gun on the asphalt as the cops close in,
weapons drawn as they force her to the ground and cuff
her. Hauling her to her feet, Angel only smiles--
COP
I don’t know what you’re smiling about.
ANGEL
You know a Detective Erlichman? Call
him. He’s gonna want to talk to me.
COP
Yeah? And why would he want to do that?
ANGEL
Because... I’m Angel Dare.
FADE TO BLACK:
THE END