On the surface, BLOWTORTURE is a 'slasher film', but in its subtext the film asks a very important question: is a celebrity anything without an image?
BLOWTORTURE
by Matt Burns
WGA Registered # 1244505
"There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit."
Ext. Hollywood. evening
It's an aerial view of Hollywood.
The sky is an orangey-purple, a combination of smog and light pollution.
The bright lights flicker in the valley below - billboards, marquees, headlights, store signs and saggy traffic lights. There's the Capitol Records Building. And the Roosevelt Hotel. And the Scientology Building. The Knickerbocker. Pantages. The Egyptian...
Browning palm trees reach high into the sky and droop their way back into the valley. They look tired and sick.
In the far distance is the Hollywood sign. It grows in size as we move closer to it.
And closer...
And closer.
Soon, the Hollywood sign is all that we see. It looks browned and weathered. Some of the letters are vandalized with graffiti.
We move even closer to the sign.
There is a ghostly shadow in the first 'O' of the sign.
The SHADOW is a DARK FIGURE.
The DARK FIGURE is a MAN.
This MAN is extremely creepy-looking. His face looks like it suffered horrible burns at some point in time - there is nothing but hideous deformity and scar-tissue. The man's hair is long and greasy and unkept. His clothes are dark and old and completely unstylish. This is ADONIS.
ADONIS - late 20s - sits inside the 'O', gazing down to the bright valley below. His eyes burn with a mixture of sadness and rage.
After a few moments, he sits up and gets onto his feet. His movements are quiet - almost like a ghost's.
He takes one last look at the valley below...
...and leaves the Hollywood sign.
Int. Kodak theater. Night
It's the Academy Award ceremony (or something very similar, depending on whether the Academy allows itself to be portrayed in this movie).
Hollywood's brightest STARS are all in attendance - the most gorgeous people on the earth in one room at the same time. The ACTRESSES wear the finest designer-dresses by Oscar De La Renta and also the most expensive jewelry they could get their hands on. The ACTORS wear the most fashionable tuxedos and the finest hair-styling oils.
A gorgeous actress - the PRESENTER - stands at a podium on the Kodak stage and opens a manila envelope.
presenter
(into microphone)
And the Oscar goes to...
She opens the envelope.
presenter (cONT'D)
Christopher Hawthorne...for ANGEL'S WINGS.
The AUDIENCE erupts into applause.
CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE is one of the most beautiful actors in Hollywood. Everything about him is perfect. Perfectly-styled hair, symmetrical face, blue eyes, broad chest, tan skin, shiny white teeth...
He is absolutely shocked by the announcement. So shocked...that it takes him a moment to move from his chair.
Int. Adonis' mansion. same time
It is huge and dark and empty. There is a haunting eeriness to it.
ADONIS sits in a dark corner of the room, watching the Oscars on a giant plasma television.
CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE is on the screen.
ADONIS eyeballs the image of him. His face looks eerily stoic.
Int. Kodak theater. night
CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE stands from his chair and hugs the PEOPLE around him, especially his MOM (his date), and also all the producers/actors that worked on the film with him.
He eventually makes his way to the stage.
Int. KoDAK THEATER - the stage. night
CHRISTOPHER steps his way onto the stage - drunk with shock and dripping with tears of joy.
The PRESENTER hands the Oscar to CHRISTOPHER. He accepts the trophy and gives the PRESENTER a gentleman's kiss on the cheek.
The AUDIENCE applause fades.
CHRISTOPHER leans into the podium and tries to gather his thoughts.
CHRISTOPHER
(into microphone)
Oh my God...wow...just wow...
He wipes the tears from his cheeks.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
...oh my God...
Various members of the AUDIENCE are in tears themselves.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
...this is amazing. I can't believe this is happening.
Int. AdONIS' MANSION. same time
ADONIS sits in the shadows, watching the giant plasma television.
His breathing becomes heavier. There is rage in his lungs.
Int. Kodak THEATER - the stage. Night
CHRISTOPHER finally gathers his composure.
CHRISTOPHER
(into microphone)
I'd like to thank everybody at Hollywood 'N Highland productions. Everybody at Worldwide Pictures. My agent Richard Weinberg. God...and, most importantly, my mom who worked three jobs and raised my five brothers all by herself.
Int. Adonis' MANSION. NIGHT
The TV cuts to a shot of CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE'S MOM looking a lot like Elizabeth Taylor. She mists with tears of joy and blows CHRISTOPHER a kiss.
The shot of the mom sends more rage into ADONIS' face. His breathing becomes heavier.
Int. Kodak THEATER - the stage. NIGHT
CHRISTOPHER continues his speech.
CHRISTOPHER
(into microphone)
My mom never stopped supporting me, the entire time. Through it all, she was always there by my side. She's amazing.
He holds the Oscar high in the air.
Christopher (CONT'D)
Thank you so much! Support your troops!!!
The audience applauds and the pit orchestra swells into a melodramatic theme that is sure to manipulate the emotions.
Int. Adonis' MANSION. NIGHT
ADONIS' breathing gets heavier...and heavier...and heavier.
His eyes burn with rage. The rage crescendos...
Cut TO:
Ext. the hollywood hills - mulholland drive. night
A limo weaves its way up the serpentine road.
Int. Limo - on mulholland drive. Night
CHRISTOPHER sits alone in the backseat of the limo, cradling his Oscar in his lap.
He peers out the window, over the cliffs and down to the bright-lighted Sunset Boulevard below.
CHRISTOPHER
(to himself)
I did it...
His eyes mist with tears of self-satisfaction.
Ext. CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE'S mansion. night
The mansion is guarded by a tall, stucco wall covered with vines and palms and juniper trees.
An enormous wrought-iron gate opens.
CHRISTOPHER'S limo rolls through the gate and down a long, never-ending driveway.
The gate closes.
Int. CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE'S Mansion - living room. Night
It is huge and eerie and vacuous - kind of like the Overlook Hotel in "The Shining". The interior design seems to have been heavily-influenced by Native American culture.
There is noise in the distance. Footsteps against a Mexican-tiled floor. Keys jingling. And more footsteps.
The footsteps grow in volume. CHRISTOPHER finally enters the room, still cradling the Oscar in his arms.
He walks over to a stone mantle at the far end of the room.
He places the Oscar on the mantle and admires it for a few moments.
The mansion is silent - nothing but a dull drone from the home's air conditioning system. But, then...
Bee-alee-alee-aleep!!!!!!!!!!
There is a high-pitched chirping sound. It's the phone.
CHRISTOPHER leaves the Oscar on the mantle and goes to answer the phone.
Bee-alee-alee-aleep!!!!!!!!!!
The phone is on a lamp-stand at the opposite end of the room.
CHRISTOPHER answers it.
CHRISTOPHER
(into phone)
Hello?
There is a VOICE on the other end of the line.
CHRISTOPHER (coNT'D)
(into phone)
Oh, hi.
CHRISTOPHER'S voice is cold and distant.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Thanks. It's amazing. It's really...amazing.
There is an awkward pause in their conversation.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Are you still on set? Jeez, it must be about three in the morning there, right?
The VOICE on the other end says something.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Oh.
There is another awkward pause.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Well...I miss you.
(pause)
Huh? Oh, well, I put it on the...
He turns towards the mantle.
But sees that the Oscar is...
GONE!!!
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
...mantle.
CHRISTOPHER is puzzled.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
That's weird.
(pause)
I thought I put it on the mantle, but now it's not there.
He moves towards the mantle.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
(into phone)
No, I really thought I put it on the mantle...
He moves closer to the mantle.
The Oscar is definitely gone.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a cold breeze - a very light wind.
CHRISTOPHER stops in his tracks. He suddenly feels as though he's not alone. He may be right. He turns around...very slowly...
...and around...
...and around...
He isn't alone.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
WHACK!
He gets hit over the head with the Oscar trophy and tumbles to the floor.
ADONIS stands over CHRISTOPHER'S half-conscious body, wearing a welder's mask over his face. His breathing is accentuated by the mask, kind of like he's Darth Vader. He looks creepy as hell.
CHRISTOPHER tries to crawl away from ADONIS...but he can't get very far. He starts to lose all consciousness and everything fades to black.
Fade tO bLACK.
Int. Christopher HAWTHORNE'S mansion - kitchen. minutes later
CHRISTOPHER is tied - with rope - into a chair in the middle of the kitchen. He slowly begins to nod back into consciousness.
ADONIS gradually fades into his vision. He's still wearing the welder's mask, but now also holding a blowtorch in his hand.
CHRISTOPHER is confused as to what's going on.
Christopher
What the...
But before he can get another word out of his mouth - wooooooooosssssshhhhhhhh - ADONIS fires up the blowtorch.
Christopher (CONT'D)
Wha...huh?
ADONIS slowly brings the flame closer and closer to CHRISTOPHER'S face.
Christopher (CONT'D)
Wha? No, stop! Please!!!
ADONIS starts melting CHRISTOPHER'S face with the blowtorch.
CHRISTOPHER lets out a blood-curdling scream as the pain begins to set in.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Title Card: BLOWTORTURE
Int. dr. abrams' office. morning
It is a comfy place with bookshelves and leather recliners. Certificates from UCLA hang from the walls and there is a window looking out to some palm trees.
DR. ABRAMS - mid 50s and bald with glasses - sits in his office with one of his PATIENTS named BRENDA DAVIS.
Dr. abrams
What is your name?
Patient
Brenda Davis.
DR. ABRAMS
Where were you born?
The PATIENT pauses a moment, but then answers.
PATIENT
I don't remember.
DR. ABRAMS
Where did you grow up?
PATIENT
I don't remember.
DR. ABRAMS jots some notes into his report.
DR. ABRAMS
Are you related to Bette Davis, the actress?
PATIENT
Yes.
DR. ABRAMS
How?
PATIENT
She is my grandmother.
DR. ABRAMS
There is no record of a Brenda Davis. No birth certificate, no social security number. Are you sure you're telling me the truth here?
PATIENT
Yes.
DR. ABRAMS
Mrs. Davis, do you realize the gravity of your offense? You've been charged with fraud, misleading your acting students into thinking you're Bette Davis' granddaughter. This does not appear to be true.
PATIENT
But it is true. I'm Brenda Davis.
DR. ABRAMS analyzes her face and writes some more notes into his report.
Int. Mental hospital - activity room. morning
A bunch of crazy MENTAL PATIENTS mill around in the room. Some of them play cards or checkers. Others dance around in their own little worlds. And others watch a small television hanging from the wall.
DR. ABRAMS talks in a corner with another doctor - DR. GRANT. They both sip on mugs of coffee as they overlook the MENTAL PATIENTS.
dr. grant
Making any progress with that Davis woman?
Dr. abrams
She doesn't show any signs of delusional disorders.
DR. GRANT
So what are you gonna tell the judge?
DR. ABRAMS
That I think she's lying. But I don't think she did it for the money. I think she truly just likes pretending she's somebody with a famous name. Gets her attention. A lot of friends. Something like that. Who knows?
DR. GRANT
Well, I'll tell ya: either way, I think she's insane. I mean, if she's that desperate to be liked by people. I'd say she was bonkers.
DR. ABRAMS
Yes, but unfortunately, that's not what will go in my report.
Their conversation is suddenly interrupted by a live news report on the television.
Ext. CHRISTOPHER hawthorne's MANSION. morning (on tv)
A Latino NEWS REPORTER named AMELIA SANTIAGO stands in front of the gate to the mansion.
AmELIA SANTIAGO
(into microphone)
Actor Christopher Hawthorne was brutally assaulted in his Hollywood Hills home last night, possibly by an obsessed fan or stalker. The intruder was allegedly wearing a welder's mask and melted much of Hawthorne's face with a blowtorch.
A file photo of CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE comes onto the screen.
Amelia SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
The assault occurred just hours after the international movie star won Best Actor at last evening's Oscar ceremony. Although Hawthorne's Oscar trophy was stolen from his home, the Sheriff's office has denied rumors of the attacker being a bitter Oscar contender.
The television cuts to a press conference.
The LA COUNTY SHERIFF (aka SHERIFF JOHNSON) - a rotund, middle-aged man with a mustache - speaks into a bouquet of media microphones.
SHERIFF
(reading from a paper, into microphone)
At approximately 2am this morning Christopher Hawthorne was assaulted in his Laurel Canyon home by an unknown assailant. It appears as though the intention was not to murder but rather, to burn Hawthorne's face for unknown reasons. It's clear that whoever this attacker is, he's very sick, psychotic and dangerous...
Int. Mental hospital - activity room. morning
DR. ABRAMS and DR. GRANT watch the television from the far end of the room.
dr. grant
(under his breath)
Christ...
(to Dr. Abrams)
A psychiatrist can always find work in this town.
DR. ABRAMS
Perhaps a little too much work.
Suddenly, they hear an outburst coming from the far side of the room.
Mental patient
God is angry!!!
The MENTAL PATIENT bursts out of his chair and points at the television.
The television has images of wildfires on it.
Mental PATIENT (CONT'D)
(quoting Revelation)
"Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great! She has become a home for demons, and a haunt for every evil spirit, a haunt for every unclean and detestable bird..."
Int. News STUDIO. morning (ON TV)
A male NEWS ANCHOR with a Botox face and super-bleached teeth reads from a teleprompter.
News anchor
Southern California's lack of rain and fierce Santa Ana winds are being blamed for the County's unprecedented amount of wildfires this season. Firefighters are doing all they can to keep the fires from spreading to heavily populated areas, but, still, an average of one home is being destroyed every four hours.
Int. Mental hospital - activity room. morning
The MENTAL PATIENT stumbles his way towards the television.
Mental Patient
(still quoting)
"...for her sins are piled up to heaven, and God has remembered her crimes..."
Ext. woods - by a wildfire. morning (on tv)
A REPORTER interviews a FIREFIGHTER. Giant flames are in the far distance.
Firefighter
(into microphone)
This is unprecedented fire behavior. In all my twenty-five years as a firefighter, I have never seen flames so angry and stubborn. It's humbling...and, to be frank, very frightening.
Int. Mental HOSPITAL - activity room. morning
The MENTAL PATIENT stumbles closer and closer to the television.
MENTAL PATIENT
(still quoting)
"...She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges her."
A team of ORDERLIES come and restrain the MENTAL PATIENT.
The MENTAL PATIENT struggles to free himself, but is unsuccessful.
Meanwhile, DR. GRANT gives DR. ABRAMS a look and waves his finger around his head in cuckoo-like fashion.
Dr. grant
Cuckoo.
Int. Adonis' mansion - living room. day
It is dark and musty and cobwebby and eerie and haunted.
In the far distance...there is a giant widescreen television mounted on a wall. There are couches in front of it.
On one of these couches sits an older WOMAN, looking almost like a corpse. Her skin is wrinkled like a grape that's been in the sun for too long. The only life in her saggy, leathery body is in her chest, which is abnormally youthful and large - probably because she has silicon implants. This is MARILYN WHITE - ADONIS' mother.
She lies on the couch, looking up to a giant image of "Inside Entertainment News" host BRIAN SEACREST on the plasma television screen.
BRIAN SEACREST stands in his bright-lighted news studio sporting a orange-tanned face and Veneered teeth.
Brian SEACREST
(on TV)
Will his face ever be the same again? Hey, folks, Brian Seacrest here for Inside Entertainment News. Rachel Demambro is live at Christopher Hawthorne's mansion where she brings us shocking new details of last night's gruesome assault...
There is noise in the far distance of the mansion - a door opening and closing. Some footsteps.
And then - suddenly - a creepy shadow appears at the far end of the room. The shadow is ADONIS. His presence is eerie and ghost-like.
MARILYN continues watching her Inside Entertainment News without acknowledging ADONIS' presence. She is like a zombie. She hardly even blinks as she stares up at the television.
ADONIS hovers in the shadows. His eyes are on MARILYN.
INT. Waiting room. day (flashback)
Young ADONIS, eight years old, sits in a chair, dressed in a white Oxford shirt and clip-on bow tie. He plays with two Lego airplanes, pretending to fly them around in the air.
MARILYN kneels at YOUNG ADONIS' feet, frantically applying some blush to her son's cheeks.
BURT BASTORACH, YOUNG ADONIS' father, paces in front of his wife and son. He seems nervous.
Burt
Now, Adonis, remember how we practiced it.
(reciting a line)
"Gee-whizz, Mr. Fizz." Say it that way, Adonis.
YOUNG ADONIS half pays attention to him. He's mostly just interested in his toy airplanes.
Adonis
(as he plays with the toys)
Gee whizz, Mr. Fizz.
MARILYN
No, you don't have the inflection right.
(saying it in a much higher voice)
"Gee whizz, Mr. Fizz." That's how you should say it.
BURT
No, Marilyn, that's not right at all. Say it this way, Adonis. Adonis...
MARILYN realizes ADONIS is hardly paying them any mind.
Marilyn
Adonis, stop that nonsense and pay attention to us.
She takes the toy planes away from him and stuffs them in her purse.
Adonis
But I don't wanna do this. I wanna go home and play.
Marilyn
Don't be an ungrateful brat. You're the biggest star in Hollywood, Adonis. You know how many children would kill to be you?
burt
OK, now, Adonis. Like this:
(speaking like a Shakespearean actor)
"Gee whizz, Mr. Fizz."
INT. adonis' mansion - Living room. day (end of flashback)
MARILYN continues watching the gigantic television.
BRIAN SEACREST moves on to a new story.
Int. inside Entertainment News studio. day (on tv)
BRIAN SEACREST stands in the bright-lighted studio and turns into another camera positioned at a different angle.
brian seacrest
In other news, Tiffany Desmond allegedly got into a little fender bender yesterday...in a West Hollywood parking lot.
Int. Adonis' MANSION - living room. day
The name 'Tiffany Desmond' immediately pulls ADONIS out of his flashbacks.
Ext. parking lot. day (on TV)
Amateur footage shot by a paparazzo shows TIFFANY DESMOND bumping into the rear of a parked car. TIFFANY is a beautiful twenty-seven-year-old actress with orange-tanned skin and bleached hair.
The paparazzi swarm her car.
brian seacrest (O.S.)
Desmond was getting extensions for her hair at Jose Eber's salon right before the accident occurred.
Int. Adonis' MANSION - living room. day
A file-photo of TIFFANY DESMOND fills the enormous television screen.
ADONIS gazes at the image of TIFFANY DESMOND. Love streams into his eyes.
brian seacrest (o.S.)
Despite the incident, Desmond is still scheduled to attend her autograph signing at the Santa Monica Galleria tomorrow...
Int. Adonis' mansion - adonis' room. day
The room's walls are covered with newspaper clippings, photographs and other memorabilia from what-appears-to-be ADONIS' heyday as a Hollywood child star. Production-stills, newspaper clippings, magazine articles and product endorsements. The photographs mostly focus on the face - most everything else is either cropped out or cut off.
There are also phrases written all over the wall, like "Set the Spirit free", "Just another pretty face", "The flesh is a prison" and other things in this vein.
Making things even more freaky, there are even quotes from The Book of Romans, things such as...
"There is now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit."
- Romans 8:1
"For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace."
- Romans 8:6
"For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live."
- Romans 8:13
A DARK SHADOW moves into the room, carrying an Oscar trophy. It's ADONIS.
ADONIS walks over to a wooden desk, places the Oscar atop it and sits in a chair.
He opens up a fat scrapbook filled with TIFFANY DESMOND photographs cut out from Teen Bopper magazines. He clearly has a crush on this girl...or more than a crush.
He opens one of the wooden desk drawers and takes out a piece of pink construction paper. Then he takes a pair of Sheer scissors and cuts the paper into the shape of a heart.
int. santa monica galleria - in line. Day
Masses of TEENS and TWEENS are in a long, slithery line extending throughout the Mall. They're holding CDs and DVDs and T-shirts and photos of TIFFANY DESMOND.
ADONIS is among the TWEENS in the line and he sticks out like a sore thumb. He wears a baseball cap low to his face, trying to conceal his scars and burns as much as he possibly can.
He holds a heart-shaped Valentine-looking thing and it shakes in his nervous hands.
Int. santa monica galleria - at signing table. DAY
TIFFANY DESMOND sits at a table with a pile of headshots and a bottle of fancy distilled water.
An OBSESSED FAN (a thirty-year-old male with gelled hair and dark-framed glasses) is in the process of being subdued by BODYGUARDS.
Obsessed fan
Can you put me in your top eight?!
TIFFANY ignores the man.
Obsessed fan (CONT'D)
Please, Tiffy! I'll put you in if you put me in!!!
THE BODYGUARDS escort the OBSESSED FAN out of the store.
OBSESSED FAN (CONT'D)
(being lead away)
Please, Tiffany! Follow me on Twitter! I love you!!!!!!!!! Like my Facebook page!!!!!!
The voice of the OBSESSED FAN fades as the BODYGUARDS escort him all the way out of the Mall.
A LITTLE GIRL is next in the line and she steps up to TIFFANY'S table. She's wearing a pink ribbon in her hair and a Tiffany T-shirt.
TIFFANY looks down to the LITTLE GIRL and smiles.
TIFFANY
Hi there.
The LITTLE GIRL doesn't respond. She is shy.
TIFFANY (coNT'D)
What's your name?
Little girl
Caaaaaaasssandraaaaaaaaaa...
TIFFANY smiles.
TIFFANY
Oh, you're so cute.
She starts writing a personal message on one of the headshots.
Int. santa monica galleria - in line. later
ADONIS is now only a couple people away from meeting TIFFANY DESMOND.
His eyes roam his surroundings and he sees many of the TWEENS staring at him. His heart starts beating harder and faster as he feels more and more self-conscious by his surroundings.
Suddenly, he sees a very good-looking YOUNG MAN walk up to the autograph table, greet Tiffany with a kiss, and sit beside her. This is TOMMY TIMBERLAND, apparently TIFFANY'S new boyfriend.
ADONIS doesn't like the sight of this young man at all. He hears the TWEENS gossiping and chatter-boxing about him.
TWEENS
Oh my God, it's Tommy!
They refer to their Facebook on their Iphones.
Tweens (CONT'D)
He and Tiffany are Facebook-official now! Oh, they're so cute!
ADONIS doesn't like this situation at all - not one single bit. He steps out of line and gets the hell out of there.
The TWEENS notice ADONIS leaving, raise their eyebrows, but then forget all about him.
Ext. Newsstand. day
The stand is located on Hollywood Boulevard, nestled between a souvenir shop and a wax museum.
ADONIS grabs a tabloid from off the rack outside and frantically flips through the pages. There are numerous stories about a 'celebutard' being caught without wearing any panties and another story about an actress and her cellulite.
It's not long before ADONIS gets to the page he's looking for. "TOMMY and TIFFY are Facebook Official!" screams the headline. Then, there is a big, blown-up photograph of TOMMY and TIFFANY smooching at a sidewalk restaurant.
ADONIS' heart seems to snap in two as he takes a long, hard stare at the photograph.
Ext. hollywood sign. Evening
ADONIS sits inside the first 'O', like before. Tears roll down his face. They fall into the very same tabloid magazine he was looking at on the Boulevard. He tries to sniff in the tears, but he's unable to do so.
Meanwhile, the sun sets on Hollywood and up rises a full California harvest moon.
ADONIS takes another long stare at the photo of TOMMY kissing TIFFANY. Then, he tears the page out of the magazine, crumples it into a ball and stuffs it into his pocket.
He leaves the sign.
Int. club babylon. night
It is a typical trendy LA nightclub with silhouettes of girls dancing on television screens, snazzy lights, fog, hip DJs wearing Fedoras, waitresses serving shots, and girls trying to dance sexily with one hand in the air.
Int. Club babylon - by restrooms. night
There is an extremely attractive Perfect-Ten model named AUTUMN standing to the side of the bathroom entrances. She's talking to a paparazzo named RON, who has long, blonde hair and a backwards baseball cap. He has that surfer look about him, like he's from Hermosa Beach or something.
Ron
Remember, don't make your move until you're outside. It's gotta be in a public place.
Autumn
I know the drill. You got my money?
RON
You'll be paid upon completion.
AUTUMN
Bullshit.
RON
Hey, that's the deal.
AUTUMN
Yeah, well you can find someone else, then.
She starts to leave.
RON
Okay...okay.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a fat envelope and hands it to her.
Ron (CONT'D)
Here...it's all there.
AUTUMN takes the envelope, opens it up and thumbs through a thick wad of twenties. Everything looks good to her.
RON (CONT'D)
Hey, Autumn, I gotta couple extra twenties here.
He holds up a couple of folded twenties and rubs them together like sandpaper.
RON (CONT'D)
I was thinkin' maybe we could go in the bathroom real quick...
Autumn
Fuck off, scumbag!
She walks off into the club.
RON
Just a blowjob!
AUTUMN ignores him and keeps walking.
RON (CONT'D)
(to himself)
Lesbian.
Int. Club babylon - vip section. Night
TOMMY TIMBERLAND sits in a semi-circular booth with two FRIENDS named MATT and ROBBIE. They're all getting wasted off Jameson shots and Jeigerbombs.
Robbie
So, have you fucked her yet?
Tommy
Who, Tiffy? You fuckin' kiddin' me? Of course I fucked her.
Matt
How is it?
TOMmy
Dude, it's the worst sex I've ever had. She's like a corpse. Doesn't even know how to kiss the right way - it's like making out with a machine. No style, no grace. Just rolls her tongue around and thinks it's sexy. Shit, my grandma kisses me better than that girl!
Robbie
I'm tellin' ya, bro, the hotter they are, the worse they fuck.
TOMmy
You may have something there, Robbie. But, shit, it's a small price to pay. I mean, look at this...
He whips out his Blackberry and shows it to his friends.
Tommy (CONT'D)
I have more than a million likes on Facebook now. This relationship is the best thing that ever happened to me, fellas.
Matt
Wow, dude, I'm pretty sure you're goin' straight ta hell.
TOMMY
Fuck it...everybody in this town's doin' the same thing. They say they're in love but it's all lip service. It's all about careers, bro. Anybody saying otherwise is full a shit.
He reaches for his shot of whiskey.
Tommy (CONT'D)
But enough talk. Let let us drink...
He holds up his shot of whiskey and his friends do the same.
Tommy (CONT'D)
To the new relationship...
They suck the shots down like a bunch of tough guys and slam the glasses onto the table upside down.
But, suddenly, their little party is interrupted by a voice.
voice
Hey, aren't you Tommy Timberland?
TOMMY looks up from the table and sees AUTUMN, the Perfect-Ten model, smiling at him. His eyes immediately peruse the contours of her smoking-hot body.
ROBBIE and MATT know "it's on" for their good buddy.
Robbie
(to Matt)
Uh-oh.
Matt
(quietly, so Tommy doesn't hear)
I'd give both nuts to be that guy for a night.
ROBBIE
Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of being him, though?
MATT
You know what I mean.
Meanwhile, TOMMY finally gets around to answering AUTUMN'S question.
Tommy
Yeah, I'm Tommy Timberland. Wanna sit?
AUTUMN smiles.
Autumn
Sure.
Ext. Club babylon - parking lot. Night
TOMMY stumbles to his pimped-out Maserati, giggling, wasted out of his mind. AUTUMN is giggling and hanging all over him, too. But it's all an act.
AUTUMN'S eyes roam to the far, dark end of the parking lot where there is a silhouette of a man.
The man is RON. He has his 600 millimeter telephoto camera locked, loaded and ready to go. All he's waiting for is Autumn to make her move.
AUTUMN sees RON is in position and she knows what she has to do.
Autumn
Kiss me.
Tommy
No, baby. What if Tiffany finds out?
AUTUMN
(pretending to look around)
Nobody's around.
TOMMY
Oh, fuck it.
He makes out with AUTUMN, hot and heavily.
Meanwhile, across the lot, RON fires one shot after another with his camera.
Ron
(to himself)
Eaaaaasy money.
TOMMY soon breaks the kiss and AUTUMN smirks, knowing she just gave RON the best friggin' photos the sleazy paparazzo could ever ask for.
TOMMY grabs AUTUMN'S ass and tries to escort her closer to his car.
Tommy
C'mon, let's go back to my place.
Autumn
(taking his hand off her ass)
Um, excuse me? I'm not that kinda girl, mister.
TOMMY
Whadaya mean you're not that kinda girl?
AUTUMN
I mean, I don't have sex. It weathers my body.
TOMMY
You just made out with me!
AUTUMN
And that's all you're gonna get.
TOMMY - clearly getting pissed - grabs AUTUMN by the arm, and practically starts forcing her into the car.
Autumn
Don't touch me!
She breaks away from him, but he grabs her again.
WACK! She slaps him in the face.
AUTUMN
Jerk!
And she runs off.
TOMMY is infuriated.
Tommy
Lesbian!
AUTUMN disappears into the night and TOMMY is left alone, stumbling closer to his Maserati. He fumbles with the keys and tries to unlock the door, but he's not successful. He eventually collapses onto the pavement and nods out a bit.
His eyes close...and then open...close...and then open. Close...and open. He's not completely positive, but there seems to be a man hovering over him now. A shadow.
Woooooooooooosh. This man has a blowtorch! And this man with a blowtorch is currently in the process of burning TOMMY'S face off. Indeed, this man is ADONIS.
TOMMY'S not quite sure what's happening to him, but he knows it doesn't feel good.
Tommy
Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Ext. Club babylon. morning
News Reporter AMELIA SANTIAGO reports live from outside the club.
Amelia santiago
(into microphone)
Amelia Santiago reporting live outside Club Babylon where Reality TV star Tommy Timberland was viciously attacked by an unknown assailant. Though there's no confirmed connection, the attack was strikingly similar to the Christopher Hawthorne assault that occurred only two nights ago.
The news report cuts to an interview with the SHERIFF.
amelia santiago
(into microphone)
Sheriff, is there any connection between this assault and what happened to Christopher Hawthorne?
Sheriff
(into microphone)
No definite connections can be drawn at this time. Mr. Timberland was extremely intoxicated when the paramedics arrived and he didn't seem to remember anything that happened to him. We're currently searching for some witnesses who may be able to shed light on the situation.
Int. Dr. abrams house - kitchen. same time
It's a nice Beverly Hills home. Paintings on the walls and sculptures on the shelves. Granite counters and stainless steel refrigerator. Pots and colanders hanging from the ceiling. The works.
DR. ABRAMS - all dressed up and ready to go to work - sits at the kitchen table watching the news report on a widescreen TV mounted on a nearby wall. He is completely engrossed in what he's watching.
His WIFE - sitting across from him at the table - sees her husband transfixed with the story and senses something may be wrong.
Wife
What's wrong, honey?
Dr. Abrams
Huh? Oh, it's...um...nothing. We better start locking up, though. Crazy one on the loose.
The news returns to the NEWS ANCHOR in the TV studio.
Int. News studio. same time
A NEWS ANCHOR who looks like BARBIE flashes her bleach-white teeth into the camera.
News anchor
In other news, firefighters are still battling countless wildfires today, but so far most of the fires have not been extinguished or even contained. Hundreds of families find themselves homeless as the fires burn their way through Northern LA County.
Int. Hospital - hallway. Morning
TIFFANY DESMOND comes running down the corridor and bursts into one of the room's.
Int. Hospital - tommy's room. Morning
TIFFANY busts into the room and sees...
TOMMY...in bed. He's wearing a johnny and his face is wrapped in gauze, kind of making him look like a Mummy.
Tiffany
Oh, baby!
Tommy
(unable to see)
Tiffy, that you?!
TIFFANY
I came as soon as I heard!
TOMMY
Oh, babes, I'm so glad you're here.
TIFFANY sits in a chair beside the bed and holds his hand.
TIFFANY
Who did this to you?
TOMMY
I have no idea. I don't really remember a thing. I was just out with the guys, having a cupla drinks, and suddenly I'm in the hospital with my face burnt off! I musta been drugged or something!
TIFFANY
They'll find who did this. I'll make sure of it.
TOMMY
Oh, Tiff, my face is totally fucked. What's a star without a face?! My career is over!
He starts to whimper like a baby.
TIFFANY
Don't worry, baby, everything is gonna be all right.
TIFFANY squeezes his hand harder.
TOMMY
Thanks, hun...I'm so lucky to have a girlfriend like you. I'm really gonna need your support right now during this difficult time.
Suddenly, TIFFANY hears a little chime noise in her purse. It's her Blackberry alerting her that she has a new text message.
She reaches into her purse, pulls out the Blackberry and checks the message. It's from a friend: "Go to TMZ NOW!!!" says the text message.
Tiffany
(to herself)
Oh, boy, what now???
TIFFANY hits a few buttons on her Blackberry, pulls up TMZ and all she has to do is read the first headline: "Tommy cheating on Tiffany?" She scrolls down a bit and there is a grainy photograph - zoomed in nice and close - where TOMMY'S making out with the Perfect-Ten model AUTUMN. TIFFANY doesn't have to see any more. She slams TOMMY'S hand down on the bed, grabs her purse and starts running the hell out of the room.
Tiffany
Scumbag!
TOMMY - blindfolded with the gauze - doesn't know what hell's going on.
TOMMY
Huh? Wha?
TIFFANY
Good luck with your new face!
She storms out of the room.
TOMMY
What are you talking about? Baby, wait...
She's already gone.
Tommy (CONT'D)
(to himself)
What happened?
Int. Police station - sheriff's office. day
The office is a small room with awards/certificates covering the walls, Venetian-blinded windows, and also sporadic family photographs.
The SHERIFF sits at his desk, analyzing some photographs taken at both the Christopher HAWTHORNE and TOMMY TIMBERLAND crime scenes. He's especially disgusted by the close shots of CHRISTOPHER and TOMMY'S melted faces.
Sheriff
(to himself)
Dear God. This just isn't natural.
HENDERSON - the Sheriff's deputy - suddenly pokes his head into the office door.
Henderson
We got a lead, Sheriff. Tommy Timberland was last seen with a model named Autumn Harrington.
SHERIFF
All right, then. Let's go find Autumn.
He gets up from his chair and leaves the office.
Int. photography studio. Day
AUTUMN is doing a photo shoot in some over-the-top, sexy get-up - a nurse's outfit with a whip or something along those lines. She's currently straddling a black velvet couch. She looks like a royal slut.
A flaky BRITISH PHOTOGRAPHER with pink hair and a studded leather belt snaps one photo after another.
Photographer
That's great, Autumn. Beautiful!
He keeps snapping shots.
Suddenly, the photo session is interrupted by the SHERIFF and HENDERSON who have both just entered. AUTUMN sees them and she loses all her composure.
The PHOTOGRAPHER'S back is turned to the SHERIFF and HENDERSON and he doesn't know what's going on.
Photographer
(to Autumn)
What's wrong?
He turns around and sees the men.
Photographer (CONT'D)
Oh. Can I help you, gentlemen?
Sheriff
(to Autumn)
Miss Harrington?
AUTUMN is clearly nervous.
autumn
Ye-yes.
SHERIFF
Can we have a word with you, please?
AUTUMN
Um, yeah, sure.
SHERIFF
(looking at the photographer)
In private.
The photographer gets the hint and goes into his office.
autumn
(to the Sheriff)
What's this all about?
SHERIFF
We have witnesses that said you were last seen with Tommy Timberland last night?
AUTUMN
Oh...um...yeah...
Sheriff
You do realize what happened to him?
AUTUMN
Yeah, I heard. But I didn't even know it was him at the time. He was just some guy I met. He walked me to my car, and I took off. Whatever happened, it happened after I left.
She scratches her nose, folds her arms, unfolds her arms and, overall, looks rather nervous.
The SHERIFF and HENDERSON give each other a look, knowing full-well that she isn't saying everything she knows.
SHERIFF
You're acting awfully nervous, Miss Harrington. You got something else you wanna tell us?
AUTUMN
Na-no. That's all that happened. That's the story.
SHERIFF
Hmmm...well, why don't we take a ride downtown and see if that story changes at all.
AUTUMN
Wha-why? I haven't done anything.
SHERIFF
I've been in law enforcement thirty years, Miss Harrington. I can read people like a book. Your body language alone is giving us all the probable cause we need. Please put your hands behind your back.
AUTUMN
What, no wait!
The SHERIFF and HENDERSON hold off for a moment.
Autumn (CONT'D)
All right, no, I'm not telling you everything. Look, I was paid by the paparazzi to be seen...kissing Tommy Timberland in public. So they could get some stupid photos that would make them money.
Sheriff
What else?
AUTUMN
That's it. I kissed him, he wanted to take me home, I said 'no', and I got the hell out of there. That's all I know, I swear. I didn't do anything that's illegal.
The SHERIFF looks at HENDERSON and HENDERSON seems to believe what she just said.
SHERIFF
(to Autumn)
You know...you might have a pretty face. But your soul is ugly as sin.
AUTUMN
(almost with a smug smirk)
But it's the face that makes me the money. Isn't it?
SHERIFF
(shivering with disgust)
Let's get outta here, Henderson. This place smells foul to me.
He and HENDERSON leave.
Sheriff (CONT'D)
Good day, ma'am.
He and HENDERSON leave the studio.
Ext. Photo studio. Day
The SHERIFF and HENDERSON exit the photo studio and walk to their cruiser parked on the street.
Henderson
So what now?
Sheriff
We might just have to wait 'til he strikes again. Let's just hope whoever gets it next, gets what's comin' to 'em.
Henderson
In this town, the chances of that are pretty good. Heh heh heh.
They both chuckle as they get in their LA County Sheriff cruiser and drive off.
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