INT. CROWDED BAR - NIGHT
Mario and OW7 enter a crowded dance club. An ugly woman is
instantly in OW7’s face. She is much younger than she
looks, wears thick glasses, a uni-brow, and a sloppy
crooked mouth.
SUPER: “LAST CALL”
She gushes at OW7, and her eyes open wide like a doe frozen
in headlights. She’s wearing a red dress.
OW7
Ugh. Come on Mario.
MONTAGE – OW7 GETS DRUNK
--OW7 makes his way through the crowd. He drinks down
cocktails that are handed to him, takes a couple of shots
from a waitress’ tray.
--He hugs men and women as he dances and walks through the
crowded dance floor.
--Women and men throw themselves against him.
--A good looking guy grabs OW7’s ass as he hugs him.
--OW7 looks drunker and drunker.
--Mario talks to a woman at the bar. She slaps him and
walks away.
--The crowd thins out, the lights are turned up, many
people cover their faces and rush toward the exits, the
music stops.
--Across the room OW7 sees a sexy woman from behind. She
has long wavy hair and wears a red backless dress.
BACK TO SCENE
OW7
(drunk)
I’ll shee you later Mario.
MARIO
Don’t do it man.
OW7 crosses the room, throws his arm around the shoulder of
the woman in the red dress.
INT. HOTEL SUITE - DAY
Through a double doorway into a plush hotel room, a trail
of strewn clothes leads to the bedroom: a red silk dress,
high heel shoes, silk stockings, OW7’s shirt, jacket, and
pants, and his and her underwear. BARRY WHITE MUSIC plays
softly.
SUPER: “COYOTE UGLY”
A white silk sheet is draped over a curvaceous female. Her
legs, butt, and waist are covered, and the smooth beautiful
skin of her bare back and shoulder is bare. The woman’s
long wild hair flows over the pillow.
OW7 sleeps. He slowly opens his eyes and he wonders where
he is.
He smiles as he sees an empty bottle of champagne upside
down in ice bucket, one glass is on its side, another has a
small amount of champagne in it. He rolls his head over.
OW7’s eyes open wide, as the ugly woman with a mono-brow
from the night before snores morning breath directly into
his face. She is deep asleep on his arm. He wants to
vomit.
The music halts with the sound of a SCRATCHING RECORD.
Violent chaotic OPERATIC MUSIC mimics OW7’silent scream.
He scans the room over the sleeping woman. His eyes go to
his crumpled pants and jacket on the floor, then to his
shoes by the door. He spots his shirt draped across a
chair.
He tries to pull his arm from under her head, but she
begins to rouse. Over the woman’s shoulder OW7’s head bobs
as he chews his own arm off below shoulder.
A minor earth tremor, he stops raises head to look around.
His mouth is a bloody goatee. He returns to chewing the
arm off.
As he pulls his shoulder away from the severed arm, a thin
string of flesh is still attached. It makes his hand his
move, which strokes the girl’s hair, she smiles and
whimpers, and continues snoring.
OW7 steps off the bed, sprints across the floor and grabs
his pants with his good hand. He slips into them in midstride,
throws his white shirt over the good shoulder and
arm, and watches as the bloody stump morphs into new arm.
OW7 shakes his upper arm which forces the growth of the new
hand and fingers. No longer bloody, he puts on shirt, and
slips into shoes as he exits the suite.
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