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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT LILIAN (25), girly, is laying on a queen sized bed, wearing a bathrobe as she watches Ellen Degeneres on TV. Sound of SLAMMING door. TAYLOR (O.S.) Honey! I’m home! Lilian opens a broad, sassy smile. TAYLOR (35), a butch lesbian, enters the bedroom. TAYLOR (CONT’D) Can you believe that they blocked highway 38-- Taylor widens her eyes. Lilian is standing up wearing only sexy, red panties. TAYLOR (CONT’D) Cool! I... need a shower. Lilian rushes toward Taylor, unbuttoning her shirt. LILIAN You are just fine. They kiss passionately as Lilian drives Taylor toward their bed. They roll on the bed as Taylor awkwardly tries to lower her khaki pants. Lilian sits on Taylor’s crotch, staring at her as a hungry lioness. TAYLOR You sure are on fire tonight. LILIAN It’s because we’re going to make it! TAYLOR Sure, we-- LILIAN We’re going to make a baby! Taylor frowns but before she can say anything Lilian covers her mouth with more kisses. DISSOLVE TO: Taylor is still laying on her back, her face pure bliss while Lilian is motioning over her crotch. TAYLOR Oh yeah... LILIAN Do you like it? TAYLOR I like it. You’re... so... moist... LILIAN So are you... (beat) Can feel... (beat) Your seed... Taylor frowns. LILIAN (CONT’D) Yeah... Put your seed in my uterus, baby... TAYLOR Li-- LILIAN Shhh... Keep pumping! TAYLOR I... I don’t know if I like this... fantasy... LILIAN I’m almost there... Lilian moans, so does Taylor. LILIAN (CONT’D) Yes... (beat) Yes. (beat) Yes! Lilian screams in bliss. LILIAN (CONT’D) I’m pregnant! Taylor widens her eyes and sits down, toppling Lilian. TAYLOR You what?! LILIAN Surprise, baby! Went to the sperm bank some weeks ago, and today-- TAYLOR (angry) We were going to make this together, Lilian! Remember? LILIAN But we just did it! TAYLOR I wasn’t expecting that now! LILIAN Of course you weren’t. Taylor looks confused at Lilian, who smiles tenderly at her. LILIAN (CONT’D) You should be smiling. You wanted it. TAYLOR Does... does the... father... look like me at least? LILIAN That’s not important. It’s your baby. TAYLOR Our baby, baby. They hug and kiss each other.

EXT. UNDERGROUND ROOM - DAY DANIEL is knelt beside his wife KELLY. Both are covered in water and blood, their hands tied behind their backs. Looking over them is the intimidating figure of HAINE - a killer who wishes to set apart his legacy of hatred from men of evil before him. A beat, as he relishes their dire situation. DANIEL (tired) I've given you my answer. HAINE (teases) A hero for his wife. I applaud you. KELLY (opposes Daniel's take on the situation) Listen to me! HAINE (to Kelly) I'm afraid it's not your decision to make. I gave Daniel the right of choice, not you. KELLY (stalwart) Then your stupidity is as great as your hatred. HAINE (smirks) Both of you mean nothing to me... I would like to kill you both, but there has to be one to spread the word... Someone to tell the world of me...to fear me. KELLY Who will fear a man who cannot make up his own mind? HAINE I notice you are shaking... A little hot to be shaking in this weather, don't you think? KELLY (resolutely puts forward her argument) My husband is worth far more to you alive than me. DANIEL (insistent) I have nothing more to say Haine. You've heard my decision. Let her go. KELLY (to Haine) Don't listen to him... My husband knows many people... People of influence...and power... Who do you think they'll listen to more? DANIEL Get on with you work Haine! KELLY (pleads) Daniel please...please hear me! DANIEL (interupts) Kelly! (a beat) When you leave...always remember I love you... These are the last words I will remember, before I die... And the next time I see you...these words... they will be the first thing I will say... Now please...just let it be... Let it be this way. FADE TO BLACK.

EXT. MANUKAU HEADS. AUCKLAND. NEW ZEALAND. DAY. A beautiful, sunny day. Hardly a cloud in the sky. A HOWLING GALE blows in off the Tasman Sea. Several SURFERS in wetsuits brave CRASHING SURF. SEABIRDS swirl and screech above, straining against fierce air currents to stay aloft. Barefoot and with their trousers rolled up to their knees, a young COUPLE stroll near the water’s edge, arms around each other; the only other humans in sight. Living dangerously, a CRAB scuttles into the water near where they pass. A gull swoops down, too late. Dense, glistening grains of titanium-rich BLACK SAND scud low inland, borne aloft by the wind. Strands of SEAWEED twist and roll up the beach, to gather in long stretches and clumps. Verdant VEGETATION clads the Waitakere Ranges beyond BLACK DUNES. The man, a MAORI; his bearing proud. Tall and strongly-built, like a rugby player. An unflinching gaze hints at passions as wild and untamed as this beach. This place is part of him. It nourishes his soul. The woman, a willowy CAUCASIAN. A shock of red hair she struggles to contain in the wind. Her porcelain skin a counterpoint to his rich latte. She seems too fair and delicate for this wild place. They climb a dune. At a steep point, he offers her his hand and she takes it. At the top of the dune, they stop to catch their breaths and admire the view. Buffeted by the gale and the sand carried by it, their jackets flap. He moves behind her. Wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on her shoulder. His embrace comforting, warm against the wind chill. She crosses her arms over his. Leans her face toward his. They nuzzle. He closes his eyes a momoent, inhales deeply - the scent of her and the smell of the sea filling his senses. She twists around in his arms to face him. Meets his gaze. Surprisingly gentle, he brushes her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Utterly intent on her. His gaze softens. A slight headshake and wonder in his expression, as if he’s thinking ‘How did I get so lucky?’ Her hands on his shoulders, mischievous, she hooks a foot around his leg and gives him a push. Caught off balance, he falls to the sand, bringing her down with him. Laughing, he feigns hurt and lets out an ‘Ow’. Playful, she mouths a word – lip-reading suggests ‘Wuss!’ He bear-hugs her and tumbles them both down the other side of the dune, over and over. Their momentum slows towards the bottom. Giddy, laughing. A kiss, tender and lingering. Sheltered from the wind, the black sands are hot. They start shedding clothing. From the top of the dune, their bodies collide wildly, lock together, a porcelain pale vessel, and latte, juxtaposed against the glistening black of the sand.

INT. BROWNSTONE / BEDROOM – ALL DAY A WOMAN’S LEGS kick as they try to get free of a pair of sweatpants. A MAN’S FOOT wedges its big toe inside the bunched fabric to help peel it off. MIXED GIGGLES cover the awkwardness between TWO LOVERS Slightly out of focus. Facing each other on their sides. Legs crisscrossed. Neither young nor old. A few gray hairs on both. In good shape for their ages, but both with a few worrisome areas. They’ve kicked off the comforter, but the sheet is twisted under them. LATER Their two hands are clasped so tightly that the skins flush red. The woman’s face is a mood ring, registering each sensation from below. A moan escapes from her. She bites her lip. Throws her head back— LATER They’re joined and sitting up now, lotus-style. Holding each other as the woman moves against him. They whisper to each other. These are their secrets. LATER The bed’s frame shifts from the action above. Feverish MOANS from both lovers. LATER The woman, wearing his oversized shirt, rubs an ice cube over the man’s sweaty chest. Down his stomach. She stuffs it under the sheet. The man jumps, laughs. LATER They sit side by side on the bed’s edge. The man stares off in a daze as the woman’s hand, just out of view, moves at exactly the right speed. LATER They make love while spooning. She kisses him over her shoulder. He takes a strong whiff of her hair. LATER The woman, blindfolded, feels the man’s hand against her face. Smells his fingers. Sucks the middle one as it finds its way inside her mouth. LATER The woman, again wearing his shirt, lightly spanks his butt as he lays out. She gives a few hard slaps that make his skin tremble. She plays a quick tune with both hands – the sexy drummer. LATER The sun moves west... The lovers use separate straws to drain the same glass of iced tea. The woman wipes the glass and sets in on the nightstand. She rubs her wet hand over his face. They kiss. MAN: So, like I was saying… (smiles) Good morning. WOMAN: (with a giggle) Morning. FIN

LIVING ROOM – DAY – CURTAINS CLOSED TIM sprawls face down across a hideaway bed, naked, sweating, sporadically coughing into the sheets. DOLLY pees on the Chinese carpet in the middle of the room. Moments pass. Tim sniffs as he turns his head toward the rug. TIM: Goddammit. He crawls out of bed and limps into the kitchen. We hear him unspool yards of paper towel. He reappears, gets on his hands and knees, and sops up Dolly’s pee. She leans against him. TIM: (wearily) Why do you always do this to me? Tears fall onto the paper towels as he continues to press them into the rug. Dolly strokes his inner thighs and moves up his torso, pressing every part of herself against him with intent. Tim finally relents, turns and puts his arm around her narrow waist and carries her back to bed with him. They lie there in silence. Tim embraces her as she licks off his tears. Tim has another coughing jag. A spot of blood lands on the white pillowcase. TIM: John’s a good guy. It’ll be okay. I promise. You can’t come with me. Dolly moans as Tim lies on his side and runs his hand softly over her belly. She slaps him gently in the face and licks his nipples. First the left. Then the right. Tim rolls over on his back and stares at the ceiling. Dolly gets on top of him. Tim embraces her. The door to the apartment opens. JOHN: Tim. We’re here to pick up Dolly. JOHN and MARY walk in. John runs over to Tim and feels for the carotid pulse. JOHN: He’s dead. John closes Tim’s eyes. Mary's eyes fill with tears as she reaches over to Dolly. MARY: So is she.

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT TWO LOVERS in bed. Sensual. Primal. Temporary.

Terse.

INT. ATRIUM - DAY WATER TRICKLES down a rock wall, lands in a man made pond stocked with exotic fish. Strange BIRDS are perched on the edges. A mist spreads among the tropical flora. Inside it -- A WOMAN MOANS with pleasure. The haze parts. She's nude, face nestled into a massage table. Three pythons slither over her legs and torso. Their HANDLER, a well-built man, 20s, stands beside her ready with a large, glass tank on a cart. HANDLER Really should wrap this up Miss. WOMAN Just a few more minutes. HANDLER No. He lifts one of the snakes, deposits it in the tank. HANDLER Been too long now. He takes another one, does the same. WOMAN Always playing it safe. He pries the last one off, lays it with the others. WOMAN How about you keep it going? HANDLER Miss? WOMAN The massage. HANDLER I'm not trained in- WOMAN Please. You've never given a massage before? HANDLER I have but- The Woman glances back. She's in her 40s, beautiful -- the look in her eyes leaves no question as to what she wants. Him. WOMAN So what are you waiting for? She puts her face back in the cushion. The Handler approaches, massages her shoulders. WOMAN Nice. He works them for a moment. WOMAN You can go lower. His hands glide down the small of her back. He gently rubs her spine with his thumbs, presses outward with his fingertips. WOMAN Much lower. He massages around her tailbone. She reaches back, grabs his wrist -- moves his hand to her ass. HANDLER Miss, I don't think this is- WOMAN Spank it. HANDLER What? WOMAN Spank my ass. He lightly SLAPS it. WOMAN Harder. He SMACKS it. WOMAN Umm. She flips over, flat on her back -- knees bent. WOMAN Let's see if you're as good with your tongue as you are with your hands. THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT We see them below, his face lost in her thighs as a wet mist slowly obscures our view.

INT - BEDROOM - DAY BERYL eyes her prey voraciously. She's gonna take him, use him and then dispose of him. She can recognise the signs - he will yield to her willingly, silently and without complaint. She makes her move, wraps her limbs around his. There is no emotion, no tenderness. Simple, animal, functional. As he donates his being, her legs wrap tighter, closing off any escape as she delivers a mortal wound. His death throes signal the completion of their union. ABBEY WELL (7 years) sits at a dressing table, playing with mom's makeup. ABBEY (shouting): Muuuummm, your spiders are fighting again!

INT. KYNLIF CLUB The camera moves among the patrons lit by red light. It lands on Claire, surrounded by a crowd. Claire is with her husband, Nathan. They are embracing, dancing. The camera shifts it's angle 90 degrees and we realize Claire and Nathan are not standing. Claire's breath begins to quicken. They're "dancing" becomes more accelerated and the music matches this action. The music fades from the soundtrack and we only hear their breathing. Close on Nathan as he brings his face close to Claire's. NATHAN Happy? Claire doesn't speak. She just looks into Nathan's eyes. NATHAN Is this what you wanted? Claire remains silent. NATHAN This is the last thing. I'm done. Claire's hands are on Nathan's back and she lifts herself slightly as she reaches orgasm. Nathan pulls away. His hands disappear below screen, fastening his belt. Nathan backs away, turns and walks into the crowd, leaving Claire. The crowd slowly disperses. Music returns to the soundtrack. Claire doesn't move, still looking up to where her husband just was.

Thank you.

INT. SUBWAY WAGON - NIGHT Very crowded.. JAMES (30) wears a suit, looks tired and bored. The sound of an incoming message on a cell phone. James takes out his smart phone, reads. SUPER: “FROM LISA: RMMBR TH MILK. XOXOXO” Thinks for a moment, smiles and types on his phone. SUPER: “TO LISA: ALL I WNNA DO IS HUG & KISS U. NOW” INT. SUBWAY STATION - NIGHT James walks through a tunnel, looks at his phone while he walks. SUPER: “FROM LISA: 4GET TH MLK. I NEED U ASAP” INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - NIGHT James passionately kisses LISA (27), an attractive and youthful blonde in blouse and skirt. His smart phone on a dock with two speakers with glowing blue lights. A rock love song plays. His tie, coat and shirt land over a drawer. Her blouse lands on the floor. She unbuttons her skirt while he takes out his pants. She turns off the lights. Their two silhouettes backlit only by the phone dock’s blue lights. She takes off her bra, they kiss all over. Quick cuts of different parts of their silhouettes having passionate sex against the blue light of the phone dock. The editing rhythm gets faster and faster until they reach the climax. INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - NIGHT James and Lisa cuddled on the bed covered by the sheets, they pant. LISA OMG. They tenderly kiss. FADE OUT.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY Shabby room, cheap rental furniture. A old TV set shows a sports announcer interviewing football players in a locker room. DARRYL (20s, linebacker large, intense) sits on the edge of the couch, riveted by the screen, huge smile on his face. SHARLENE (O.S.): Baby, it's good to see you so happy. No response. SHARLENE (20s, tired, lonely) takes the remote from Darryl's hand. Her fingernails are chewed down to nothing. She clicks off the TV. SHARLENE: I said... I said, it was a great game, wasn't it? Darryl comes out of his football trance. DARRYL: Yeah. It was just like a normal Sunday. A cloud crosses his face. He shakes it off and grins at her. DARRYL: A really great game. SHARLENE: You know, we could always... like the old days. DARRYL: I'm not sure-- SHARLENE: I mean, only if you want to! We don't have to-- DARRYL: It's not that I don't want to... Sharlene settles into the familiar rejection and disappointment. Silence. DARRYL: Hell yeah. Like the old days. SHARLENE: Really, baby? DARRYL: Just help me up. She takes the big man's weight as he raises off the couch. His movements are slow, cautious, rigid. He pauses for breath. DARRYL: We go all the way back to the bedroom, I'm gonna have to sleep first. SHARLENE: Here then. She steers him towards a straight back chair, puts a cushion on it. DARRYL: You sure? That's a little... racy. SHARLENE: Never been so sure. She eases him down onto the chair, lifts up his shirt-- --revealing horrific scarring all over his torso. He stops her. DARRYL: Not the shirt. SHARLENE: Okay, okay. She unzips his pants, wiggles her panties down from under her skirt, climbs up onto him, very gently. SHARLENE: Nice and easy, see? I'll do all the work. DARRYL: You always do all the work these days. SHARLENE: Hush. She grinds her hips, gives it her all, frowning in concentration. Her over-earnest mechanical exertions are the opposite of sexy. Darryl looks off into space, grimaces from pain. His body grows more and more rigid. He puts a hand on Sharlene's shoulder to still her. Shakes his head. Disappointment is written all over her face. SHARLENE: Are you sure? We could try another chair...? Darryl shakes his head again. Tears run down his face. SHARLENE: It's okay, baby. It's nothing-- DARRYL: It's not nothing! He breaks down in silent sobs. Shudders wrack his huge body. DARRYL: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. SHARLENE: Hush. She strokes his back. He cries in the silence. SHARLENE: Oh, Darryl. Give it time-- DARRYL: 'Give it time.' How much time? How long you gonna hang around for this? Silence. DARRYL: I don't know why you stay... SHARLENE: Hello? Do you see me? Here? Right here. Trying so damn hard-- DARRYL: If it's that much work-- SHARLENE: It's 'that much work'. My god, it's goddamn work. DARRYL: --then maybe you should go. SHARLENE: Is that what you want? Look at me! I'm asking you: is that what you want? DARRYL: I'm not a charity case. I never asked you to stay. SHARLENE: That's right. You never asked me. And you know what? You've never thanked me, either. She clambers off him, gets dressed. DARRYL: Sharlene-- She grabs her keys from a side table and storms out. The door (O.S.) slams behind her.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Thunder CRASHES, a flash of lightning briefly illuminates the room. CHARLOTTE and BEN (both 30s) sit on either side of a tall, tapered candle. Ben holds a toothpick with a miniature marshmallow skewered on the end. He dips the toothpick into the candle's flame. BEN It won't take long. Charlotte leans forward, sorts through the boxes and bags of food on the coffee table. She fishes two animal crackers out of one bag and a chocolate baking chip out of another. BEN Quick, quick! Ben slides the marshmallow off the toothpick and onto the animal cracker Charlotte holds out. She tops the marshmallow with the chocolate chip, then the other cracker. Then stuffs the whole thing in her mouth. BEN Well? Charlotte's voice is muffled by the food in her mouth. CHARLOTTE A little dry. She picks up a bottle of beer from the coffee table, takes a swig. Starts coughing and spluttering. Ben thumps her on the back a couple of times. BEN You okay? She swallows hard. Her eyes water. CHARLOTTE I think so. BEN Because if you're not, I'm an expert at the Heimlich. Charlotte, beer bottle to her lips, coughs again. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. CHARLOTTE How so? BEN Summer after high school, I was a hot dog vendor at the triple A ballpark. CHARLOTTE Ah. BEN Dollar dog night and dollar beer night should never be the same night. We learned the hard way. She laughs a little, trails off. Ben still has his hand on her back, and they are sitting close enough that a kiss seems inevitable. Charlotte pulls back. CHARLOTTE I should warn you. I haven't-- It's been a long time since I've done this. Ben blinks at her. BEN Oh. Well then, you probably don't know that they changed it. CHARLOTTE They changed it. BEN Yep. Now all I do is stick my finger up your nose. She laughs out loud. After a beat, he joins in. The ice is broken, he leans in for a kiss. The kiss deepens. Charlotte leans back against the sofa, Ben reaches out, feels for his own bottle of beer, dips a finger inside to wet it, then uses his damp fingers to snuff out the candle. FADE OUT

INT. LAS VEGAS HOTEL ELEVATOR 25TH FLOOR – DUSK A YOUNG MAN and a WOMAN in her early 30’s enter the elevator on the 25th floor. They reach for the lobby button at the same time…he submits, she presses. His swim-trunks are dry and a towel is draped over his shoulders, teasing his chiseled, youthful torso… SHE NOTICES She’s giving life to a short, couture black dress, with legs that entice the eyes toward temptation, with a designer clutch in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other… HE NOTICES Their interests stray to the corner of the eye, turning into a full glance that shortens the breath and stands the hair on the back of the neck, just as… THE ELEVATOR BREAKS DOWN Her chuckle attempts to mask her infatuation. He pockets a hand, attempting to compensate for the growth in his swim-trunks. She notices. He smirks. Only a moment passes before she drops her champagne glass and pins the young man against the elevator wall with a kiss that introduces him to manhood. She grabs his hand, burying it beneath the front of her black dress as… INT. LAS VEGAS HOTEL LOBBY – SIMULTANEOUSLY A balding, overweight MAN in his 50’s, wearing a sharp suit, fingers the elevator button vigorously, glancing up at the number 30, which is static but glowing. OLDER MAN At 2,500 dollars a night, you think they would be on time. A GROUP OF BRO’S, wearing swim trunks, novelties and accessories associated with turning 21 years old in Las Vegas, stand behind the older man, snickering. BACK TO THE ELEVATOR: She flips him over, pinning her back against the wall, as he kisses and bites her neck. She pulls down the front of his swim-trunks, guiding him inside… WILD, VISCERAL MOANS, HEAVY PANTING AND RECKLESS KISSING SHAKE THE ELEVATOR BACK TO THE LOBBY: OLDER MAN Boys, I’ll let you in on a little piece of advice. Never believe a woman when she says she’s coming… The boys snicker, laugh obnoxiously. OLDER MAN (CONT’D) …because they’re not. They’ve always got a little more make-up to do or they hate what they’re wearing and need to change again. Either way, they will always make you late. BACK TO THE ELEVATOR: The elevator continues to rock vigorously. WOMAN I’m gonna…please, don’t stop…I’m… I’m coming…. She closes her eyes tightly. Her body convulses as she squeezes her legs around him. He kisses her deeply. After a moment, her eyes reopen, as she notices the numbers above the door descending quickly. 10…9…8…7… YOUNG MAN Oh, fuck…fuck, that’s so hot…I’m gonna come too… 6…5…4… She removes him abruptly with her hand, dropping him back into his trunks. He moans hard and awkwardly, as he explodes in his swim-trunks. She quickly grabs her make-up compact from her clutch, adjusting her hair and lipstick just as… 3…2…PING…Lobby. As the elevator doors open, the woman is standing front and center, adjusting her make-up. OLDER MAN (to the bro’s) See, what’d I tell ya. He barks at her, escorting her out of the elevator. EXT. LAS VEGAS HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS OLDER MAN (CONT’D) Where the hell have you been? WOMAN The elevator was experiencing turbulence… OLDER MAN You failed to mention your sense of humor. Now, we’re late for my business dinner. That’s the whole reason you’re here. As the couple walks off, the young man staggers out of the elevator, disheveled and dazed. The group of bro’s rush him. BRO’S (all together) Dude. Happy 21st. Happy birthday bro. Vegas baby. The birthday boy’s shaggy hair is wet with sweat, against his forehead, and the entire front of his swim-trunks are wet. BRO #1 Dude, no need to jerk off in the shower today, we're gonna get you laid tonight! The bro’s laugh out loud, punching and teasing him, leading the young man down the hallway toward the pool. The older man rushes the woman toward a limo waiting outside the front door. She looks back toward the young man, who returns her glance. OLDER MAN Oh, and happy birthday by the way. I’m sorry, but business is business, you know? WOMAN It's okay. I celebrated earlier since I work tonight. FADE OUT

**Edit** INT. LAS VEGAS HOTEL LOBBY – SIMULTANEOUSLY A balding, overweight MAN in his 50’s, wearing a sharp suit, fingers the elevator button vigorously, GLANCING UP AT THE NUMBER [25], which is static but glowing.

Intense! Wow. Expertly written. Great scene. I could feel the real emotion.

INT - LOUNGE - DAY MADDIE and DAVID WILLIS (both early 70's) sit watching reruns of Colombo, the remains of their lunch on each lap tray. David: you're looking mighty sexy today Maddie, gets the old blood flowing. He looks over at her and gives her a big wink. Maddie: you old charmer you! Come on then. She gets up, helps him into his wheelchair and pushes him into the bedroom. With some effort, she helps him onto the bed and then clambers on next to him. They lay facing one another, gazing fondly into each others eyes and holding hands. A short while later, David mouths 'I love you' and Maddie responds in kind, she leans towards him and kisses him on the lips. Maddie gets off the bed, walks round it and helps David back into his wheelchair. David: (out of breath and smiling) Thanks gorgeous, same time again next month?

INT. CASTLE - BALLROOM - NIGHT 1898 A STRING QUARTET plays while patrons dance, dine and laugh. A sultry woman in her 30's, EMILY, glides effortlessly through the maze of socialites. She her gaze fixed above the ballroom. Emily picks a strawberry from a fruit platter, seductively bites it as she continues toward her target. MAN (os) Why is she here? BALLROOM OVERLOOK Standing above the crowd, watching Emily's approach, is the reclusive host of the party, GREGORI. Fashionable, refined, but at the moment, vulnerable. BUTLER She came with the Duke, Sir. Gregori walks to a serving tray, pours himself some wine. He takes a long sip. GREGORI His mistress? EMILY (os) His niece. Gregori waves his Butler away for privacy. They stand alone fixated on one another. EMILY (cont.) You could've just come down to your party and asked me yourself. GREGORI Yes. I tend to prefer smaller engagements. Emily pours some wine. GREGORI See? I should have offered. EMILY This is for you. Maybe another sip you'll have the courage to look at me. He takes the wine glass, fingers touch for a moment. He sets the glass down. They are close, now. GREGORI You shouldn't be here. EMILY I must. I need you. GREGORI That has never gone well for others. He becomes focused on her hand as she toys with the ruby pendent that hangs around her neck. He moves to put distance between them. EMILY I'm different than the others. GREGORI You must leave. EMILY I know this is right. GREGORI (Rages) YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! (beat) Go. She turns to leave. His eyes regretfully follow her steps. GREGORI (forceful) Wait! EMILY (shakes her head) I was wrong. She continues to leave. He grabs her shoulder, spins her around. EMILY Ow! Her necklace rips off, garnets spill to the floor. She dabs at her neck with a white handkerchief. It is blotted with blood. He freezes, focused the on the tiny crimson droplets that build on her porcelain neck. EMILY What? What are you staring at? GREGORI You. He leans forward and kisses her, gently. She returns the kiss more passionately. His hands caress her head, thumb glides over the scratch. He looks at the smear of blood on his thumb. She turns and sucks it off. He takes a deep breathe, stabilizes himself. She is what he has always wanted. She steps back, slides her dress off her shoulders. BALLROOM The guests are consumed by the wine and music. UPSTAIRS His bare chest tight to her breasts, they roll together on the floor. Gregori kisses her shoulder, her neck, licks the blood. He pulls his head back, resisting... His teeth grow, sharpen. Emily forces him onto his back, mounts Gregori in near ecstasy. His eyes close consumed by her warmth. His nails scrape across the hardwood floor. Grinding hard, Emily lifts her arms to the heavens above. She reaches back, removes a hairpin letting her chestnut locks cascade over her shoulders. Gregori's eyes bulge open as Emily slams her wooden hairpin into his heart. She lets out a final gasp of euphoria, rolls off of Gregori's rigid body. She coldly redresses, watches his body writhe. Years of immortality race through his veins turning his skin taught and ashen. He fights to meet eyes with his assailant. Tears well. He smiles. GREGORI Finally... She blows him a kiss and walks back to the ball. FADE OUT.

FADE IN: INT. WARD, HOSPITAL, DAY ANDREW KEIR,young man in his early twenties.He is totally paralyzed and propped up in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines which keep his athletic body alive. His eyes stare unflinchingly down the long ward towards the entrance. SOUND of his HEARTBEAT from one of the monitors and SOUND of BREATHING machine. The entrance door opens and DR CARMEN LEBOIS enters, sexy Hispanic, mid-thirties. The HEARTBEAT increases on Andrew’s monitor. Carmen glances briefly at clipboards on several patients beds.As she slowly comes further down the ward Andrew’s HEARTBEAT increases. Carmen arrives at Andrew’s bed. CARMEN How are we today? She gives Andrew a huge smile and picks up his chart. She looks at the monitor.Carmen comes in close to Andrew. His HEARTBEAT increases. She shines a small torch into each of his eyes. No reaction. CARMEN Seem healthy enough. She leans back and puts the torch in a pocket. She takes his wrist in her hand and looks at her watch. CARMEN 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Carmen puts down Andrew’s wrist. CARMEN Not to worry. You’re within the safety parameters. She looks at framed photographs on the bedside table. They are of Andrew and his rugby team. He is standing in the middle, beaming as he holds up a huge trophy. The photograph has GET BETTER SOON scrawled on it and signatures from all of the team. CARMEN That’s new. She leans across Andrew , showing her ample bosom, and picks up the photograph. Andrew’s HEART BEAT increases. This time Carmen notices the increase in heartbeat. She puts down the photograph and crosses to the monitor. Andrew’s HEART BEAT decreases. Carmen shakes her head. CARMEN I’ll get the technician to look at that. She turns to look at Andrew. CARMEN You’ll be getting a new doctor tomorrow. I’m taking a research job in Florida. Dr Forbes will look after you. He’s so.. Andrew’s HEART BEAT surges. Quickly Carmen shines the torch into his left eye. There is a very slight reaction in the pupil. She shines the torch into his other eye. A tear forms. CARMEN My god! FADE OUT

I've written two different scenes for today. Here's the first. _____________________________________________ INT. NEANDERTHAL MAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT A cluttered studio. A man cave in the worst way. Several surfboards lean against the wall. Dishes in the sink, covered with food scum. A bicycle in front of the kitchen counter. A baseball bat on the sofa. Barely room to maneuver through the chaos. The song “Beauty and The Beast” PLAYS from an outdated boom box. On the Murphy bed, RILEY (35) lies naked underneath NEANDERTHAL MAN (mid 20s). Big. Hairy. He GRUNTS, working hard to have the best sex of his life. NEANDERTHAL MAN Baby, pinch your nipples. It turns me on. Riley looks irritated. Ignores his request. Sweat pours from his body. A drop hits Riley on the forehead. She tries to wipe it off. Another hits her shoulder. Disgusted, she opens her mouth to speak ... a bead of sweat falls into her mouth. She GAGS. RILEY That’s it. She pushes him off, repulsed. RILEY (CONT’D) I can’t take any more. NEANDERTHAL MAN What happened? He grabs a towel. Wiping sweat from his body. She points to the cloth. RILEY That happened. He looks at her. Clueless. She notices a red light behind a pile of magazines. A camera. RILEY (CONT’D) Are you recording me? NEANDERTHAL MAN Yeah, so we can watch it next time. It’ll be hot. Our own porn. She grabs the baseball bat. Beats the shit out of the device. Pieces fly everywhere. NEANDERTHAL MAN (CONT’D) Hey. Why’d you do that? RILEY Cause you’re an asshole. He looks hurt. She gets her clothes. Heads for the door. NEANDERTHAL MAN Where you goin’, baby? RILEY As far away from here as I can get. And don’t call me baby. She scans the entire mess. “Beauty and the Beast” still PLAYING. She takes the CD from the boom box. Breaks it in half. NEANDERTHAL MAN Stop tearing up my stuff. I love that song. RILEY Well, I don’t. She heads for the door. He call after her ... NEANDERTHAL MAN Maybe next time you can bring a friend? She stops. SIGHS. Choosing to remain silent as she reaches for the doorknob. EXT. NEANDERTHAL MAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT Riley throws on the rest of her clothes. A WOMAN (40) walks by. Staring. WOMAN Are you o.k.? You look like hell. RILEY Believe me. I’ve been there. END OF SCENE

I've written two different scenes for today. Here's the second. _____________________________________________ INT. FOYER/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Dimly lit by the light of another room. A MAN (55), athletic build, opens the front door and walks in. A WOMAN (48), with delicate, feminine proportions, stands a few feet away. Waiting. He sees her. They smile, embracing with a passionate kiss. WOMAN Hello. MAN God, I’ve missed you. They kiss some more. Deep. Emotional. His hand glides down her back. Taking in every curve. It slides further down to her ass. MAN (CONT’D) I love your body. He unties the string on the back of her dress. Sliding the straps off her shoulders. Kissing her neck as he reveals her breasts. MAN (CONT’D) (whispering in her ear) I dream about this body. He fondles her breasts. Can’t take his eyes off them. MAN (CONT’D) They’re perfect. He brushes his thumb across a nipple. Takes it in his mouth. She reaches down, groping him. WOMAN (whispering) Somebody’s happy. MAN Hell, yeah. Her dress falls to the floor. Nothing underneath. MAN (CONT’D) I can only stay an hour. Then-- She kisses him for silence. Sexual tension grows. They can’t get close enough. Animal instinct taking over. WOMAN I don’t wanna talk. I wanna fuck. She leads him to ... INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT A king-sized bed. Room to play. The Woman on top of the Man. Arching her head back. MOANING. She leans forward. A soft kiss. With seamless movements, he flips her over. Doggie style. Their bodies in sync. A mirror reflects their love-making. WOMAN I love watching us. MAN You’re so fucking sexy. He slaps her ass as she plays with her nipples. He can’t hold it any longer. Cums. Falling on top of her in exhaustion. They LAUGH as they catch their breath. Limbs intertwined. Lovers comfortable with each other. MAN (CONT’D) You know I can’t stay. WOMAN I know. MAN If things where different. WOMAN I know. He kisses her. MAN I love you. A glimpse of sadness in her eyes. It fades. WOMAN I know. END OF SCENE

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INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT MIKE (30s), in his pajamas, sits alone on the couch in a dimly lit living room in an apartment that overlooks the Manhattan skyline. A door opens to reveal APRIL (30s), wearing a black nightgown and silk robe. MIKE I couldn’t sleep. APRIL Neither could I. MIKE My wife … she sleeps like a log. Slept through a fire alarm once. Luckily it was just a dying battery causing the noise. APRIL There was no fire? MIKE No. None at all. What about your husband? What was his name again? APRIL We don’t discuss names. Remember? MIKE Ah yes. That’s right. Too confusing. APRIL Yes. MIKE Can I ask you how does he sleep? APRIL Yes. MIKE … And? APRIL On his back. Sometimes his sides. I think overall, he’s a peaceful sleeper. But I can’t be sure. MIKE “Can’t be sure?” Don’t you know how your own husband sleeps? APRIL No, I don’t. MIKE Why not? APRIL Because I’m usually asleep next to him. MIKE But not tonight. APRIL No. Not tonight. MIKE … Lock the door and come here. April locks the door and walks over to Mike. She stands in front of him. He looks up at her, and removes her robe. He reaches up in between her legs. April takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip. MIKE Is this what you want? APRIL Yes. Mike continues to pleasure her for a few seconds. She starts to pant, throwing her head back in ecstasy. MIKE What else do you want, April? April bends down to kiss Mike. She sits on Mike’s lap, straddling him with her legs as she leans in and kisses him. They start to passionately make out. Mike slides his hands up April’s body. Aprils starts to unbutton his pajama top. After a few seconds, Mike gently lifts April up and lays her on the couch. As he slides her legs onto the couch, he reaches up underneath her nightgown and feels in between her legs. Mike leans down and kisses April’s earlobe as he reaches higher up her nightgown. April lets out a soft moan as Mike moves his hand in between her legs. She parts her legs wider as Mike continues to pleasure her. April wraps her arms around Mike, and they continue to kiss. MIKE Does your husband do this to you? APRIL No. After a few seconds, Mike sits up. He starts to adjust his pants, pulling them down so he can make love to April. Aprils helps him take off his shirt. They resume kissing as they recline back onto the couch. Mike arches his back, thrusting himself into April. They both moan and start to breath heavily. As Mike continues to move, April wraps her hands around Mike’s back, digging her nails into his skin. They stop kissing, moaning and breathing heavily as Mike’s thrusts increase in speed. Mike rests his head above April’s, putting his hands on the armrest behind her head so he can arch his back. His thrusts increase in speed. They stop kissing and start to moan, each one getting louder and the pace quickens. Mike leans in closer to April, grunting as the thrusts increase. April’s moans get louder, and her toes curl up. April and Mike are now moaning and moving as one. After a few seconds they climax together, both letting out a loud moan before collapsing into each other. Mike kisses April, and rests his head on her stomach. She brushes her hand through his hair. Both are still breathing heavily, trying to come down from the experience. APRIL Good call on the couch, dear. MIKE It did work rather well. Make sure to tell you husband when you get home. April ruffles Mike’s hair. APRIL (laughs) Tell him yourself, husband. Mike laughs, and kisses April’s hand. They lie on the couch as the lights in Manhattan flicker in the sky. END OF SCENE

INT. BEDROOM Not so much a power couple's sexy bedroom, more like a temple of worship: teak floor, animal prints and silk... collection of sex manuals and toys, bottles of lube and exotic oils at attention next to a music system. Riding crop, furry cuffs lie casually on an easy chair. With the lights dimmed, Nina Simome's husky soul wafts from the mpeg player. Barechested, PETE (32) sits in bed, simglemindedly typing away at a laptop, focused like a demon. PETE: Hey honey, if I can get this done tonight, we'll have my bonus before Christmas. From the bathroom, a smoky voiced woman hums along to the music as she prepares. JOSIE (28) poses seductively in the doorway, arm stretched up, pawing the wooden frame. You can almost hear her purr, she's so ready for this. Clad in an amazing blue silk camisole, tap pants... cut oh just so right, Josie sashays into the bedroom, hips slowly sway in rhythm. She twirls, circle of long chestnut hair almost fills the space to the bed. The light flashes, glimmers against her blue silk top, like a sexy hummingbird in heat. Arriving, panties risen up against her hip, she leans against the end of the bed, to offer Pete her cleavage and a promise of more... if he'd only just stop what he was doing and take her. But Pete's still working at his laptop. JOSIE: Baby? PETE: Give me a minute, sweetie. Almost done. And just like that, the fire's out. Huffily, she gets into bed, lies down back to her husband. Pete finishes his work, puts his laptop on the bedside table. He turns over to face Josie and is stunned to see her. PETE: Wow. Holy... He reaches over, touches her shoulder. JOSIE: Don't even. PETE: What? JOSIE: I said don't touch me. (beat, eyeballs him) In fact, you can go sleep on the couch! Josie sits up, pushes Pete out of bed with her feet. He tumbles to the floor, rises genuinely confused. PETE: What's going on? JOSIE: You asshole, I went to all this trouble for you, and you couldn't give me even a moment's worth of attention. Well, you can go fuck yourself. PETE: But... the bonus is for our trip to Bali... you said you really wanted to go. All that overtime was for you. Josie points to the bedroom door. JOSIE: Just get out! Pete moves to get his laptop, but Josie snatches it away. JOSIE: Leave it! At least one of you is gonna be of use. Josie throws a pillow at Pete, who makes his way to the door. She grabs a bottle of lube and an improbably large toy from the dresser. Pete exits. JOSIE: And don't forget to close the door! He doesn't forget. Alone, Josie powers up the laptop. JOSIE: Okay internet, where do you want to go tonight? (beat) Here we are.... David Beckham, it's been a while. I've been thinking of you. I hope you like the way I'm dressed.