Vijet Teng

 

Ms. Fujioka

                                                                    

ASAME Course

 

April 25, 2007

 

The Asian-American experience is not easily defined. Like people,

 this certain experience is misjudged, complex, and, without a doubt,

 unique. However, being bias is not correct. Every culture is 

unique – and to say one culture, like the Asian culture, is 

unique would indeed be thoroughly biased. But don’t get me 

wrong; I’m proud to be Asian. I’m also proud to be American. I 

was born and raised in America, but  my family comes from many 

Asian (and some European) heritages. Therefore, I am Asian and 

American. This experience can be conveyed through many forms 

of statements. The most powerful –- in my utmost opinion, 

since I am a student filmmaker -- form of statement is film.
 

     There have been many films. There have been many remakes. 

ONE stands out, when it comes to contrasting the Asian 

ethnicity and the American ethnicity in the gangster genre. Of 

course, I am speaking of Hong Kong cinema Infernal Affairs and 

the American remake of that particular film The Departed. And 

it is "Infernal," rather than "Internal," because the Chinese 

title refers to Avici, the lowest level of hell in Buddhism, 

and literally means "The Non-Stop Way". The reason for the 

remake? Well, the American film industry is profoundly 

influenced by the Asian film industry, to a certain 

extent. There remains a feeling that America can only stand so 

much. Asian male actors in Hollywood can kung-fu to the point 

of exhaustion - they still won't get the girl. "It just shows 

that racism can coexist within cultural assimilation," says 

SMU's Schneewind (Darling).

    But having seen both more than once, I have to admit that, 

while the concept were pretty much similar and The 

Departed was allegedly a remake, the two movies are very, very 

diverse. However, both approach the idea of confliction, 

devotion, and disloyalty very intensely. Infernal Affairs 

stars Andy Lau as Lau Ming and Tony Leung Chiu Wai as Chan 

Yang. The Departed stars Matt Damon as Colin Sullivan, 

Leonardo DiCaprio as Billy Costigan, and Jack Nicholson as 

Frank Costello. Both films have similar plots: a police 

officer is sent undercover as a mole in the local mafia. A 

mafia member infiltrates the police force. Both race against 

time to expose the mole within their midst and destroy him.

     Now even though I am a fan of Martin Scorsese (his movies are an 

inspiration to filmmakers who dare), I say this with pure honesty: 

The Departed was the better film. The more in-depth development of 

the characters; the more in-depth plots; the superior acting by the 

cast (and not just the main cast); the more gritty, deceptive, and 

dark style; the smooth and emotional editing; the perverse, but 

wholly compelling humor; the really cool soundtrack; the way scenes 

progressed and felt like it kept on constantly driving us toward 

something; and the VIOLENCE. Those are some of things I wanted to see 

in Infernal Affairs. But didn’t or, more specifically, didn’t see as 

well done. Maybe it was due to a smaller budget, a smaller time 

frame, or whatever – but that’s just how I perceived it. 

     But don’t get me wrong, without I.A., The Departed wouldn’t have

 had a foundation to begin with. I like both films. The unattractive 

thing about I.A., to me, was that it was a shorter film and the 

characters weren’t as deep as the characters in The Departed. They 

tried to be deep, I saw that, but there wasn’t enough emphasizing on 

that development, because it was much shorter and abrupt. For 

instance, in Scorsese’s film, we saw so much development for 

Costello, subtly, and he was far more interesting – there is even a 

somewhat fondness for his character. I know that’s damn good writing, 

acting, and direction if you can get an audience to enjoy watching 

this monster do his thing, even though, in their hearts, they know is 

wrong.

     And, another example, Colin Sullivan’s dilemma compared 

to Ming's dilemma of being a cop or a criminal (or, better, a RAT) – 

Colin has his lingering stares at Beacon Hill State House from time 

to time. Why? They never say so. But you know (or at least vaguely 

see), he is striving for justice and he knows he should do the right 

thing one day or it will catch up to him – which it did, but not 

before he decided to turn on Costello and be a cop. That happened in 

Infernal Affairs too, minus Beacon Hill. I think subconsciously 

telling the audience what a character is going through is far more 

entertaining, rather than just saying it. Personally, I think I.A. 

would’ve been better off as a long-running series, rather than a 

film. 

     It’s so interesting to see how one concept from Asia can work 

just as well or even better in America. It’s so interesting to see 

how one concept can work for more than one ethnic group. I think, as 

an Asian American, movies are a universal canvas and, if done 

properly, it can be really rewarding for any ethnic group. Movies are 

a way of experiencing other cultures as well, not just the Asian 

American experience. It can be attainable for people who do not have 

access to actually go to a certain destination, like an American who 

does not have the capable to see Asia anytime soon, but thanks to 

movies, he or she can at least feel a glimpse.

     In closing, the Asian American experience with The Departed and

Internal Affairs is this: the outrageously entertaining concept is 

not just exclusive for one certain ethnic group. Instead, it’s so 

good that it should be available to various groups, so it can be 

enjoyed, like how the American audience enjoyed what Hong Kong 

originally created with Infernal Affairs. And there’s nothing 

controversial about that. I would definitely recommend these two 

films to anyone who appreciates great filmmaking.  

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SOURCES:
Carry Darling, Knight Ridder Newspapers -- June 9, 2005(http://www.modelminority.com/article1036.html)

Rottentomatoes.com (for the Departed pics)

Yahoo.com (for the IA pics)

IMDB.com (for Chinese actor's official names)

TheDVDforums.com (for reason why its "Infernal" and not "Internal" Affairs.)

Heavy Lies The Crown. « Thread Started on Mar 20, 2007, 11:25pm »

NEW YORK SUBWAY TRAIN STATION Entering one of the cars, passively, is Vincent McCool as he’s talking inaudibly on his cell phone. Vincent’s demeanor tells us he’s determined about something. His casual sense of dressing – dark blue hooded sweatshirt, khakis, and white Jordan’s – tells us he feels home to wherever he’s about to go. MR. JET’S BROOKLYN BAR – LATE NIGHT On the jukebox, we hear "Imagine" by John Lennon playing quite ironically, since we’re in a bar run by Mr. Jet and backed by The Legion. In the back, in the dark corner, The Boss himself sits at a booth, alone – drenched in his bad, sad kingdom of thugs and corrupted men of DoAw and other places. He’s smoking a cigar, flipping through a Hustler’s magazine. He seems vaguely amused by it, too. Then Vincent, soaked in rain – because it’s apparently heavily raining outside – and lips behind a lit cigarette, enters, but is quickly frisked by G-Dawg and Radikal, who, of course, is not on good terms with The Boss. However, he’s here to earn some good dough on the side, too. Dawg and Radikal nods affirmatively at Vincent, letting him go sit with Mr. Jet. They’re now across from each other, both smoking. Jet is still "reading" the Hustler's magazine. VINCENT Latest issue? JET (pause, nonchalantly) You ever tasted cunt? VINCENT (pause, slowly says) Yes. Yes, I have. JET Did you like it? VINCENT It varies. Some are tasty, some ain’t. JET Whose was tasty? A girlfriend, maybe? VINCENT No, more like my brother’s wife. They chuckle. JET Yeah? VINCENT Fuck yeah. JET Point I’m making is – cunt. VINCENT What about it? JET For guys like me, it’s easy to get something as common as cunt. For some other fucking dickhead, they work their ass off trying to get some pussy in their life. I mean, they go through the whole nine fucking yards... get distracted, lose control, degrade themselves... over cunt. And what I mean is, why is it that they try so hard? VINCENT Because they’re fucking pussies themselves? JET Exactly. To get cunt, you be a fucking man. You can’t get cunt, by being a cunt – can’t get pussy, by being a pussy yourself. And my metaphor is this, don’t go down for nobody. A real man does what he wants, when he wants to, how he fucking wants to... a real man takes it, and go gets what he wants. He pushes the magazine aside and looks up at Vincent. JET You one of those guys? VINCENT (pause) Look in my eyes... I ain’t playing. The Man studies him and calls for the Bartender, who’s working late. JET Vodka Martini! VINCENT Gimme a beer. JET Back to topic – a person takes a job... but a real man does his fucking job. I need to know if you’re going to let me down? VINCENT I won’t. The Bartender hands him the beer and hands Jet his Martini. They put away their cigars and cigarettes and sip their drinks. VINCENT So, how do you do it? Be you? JET Be me? Well, if I told you, you’d wanna be me. Do you? VINCENT Honestly? Lookin’ at all your success... all the women... cars... homes... clubs... bars... franchises... fuck yes. Personally, I could give a fuck about winning matches anymore. Fuck all that. I been with DoAw for four years... I done shit. All I want now is a secured future and that’s why I sold out my friends in C-Rated and turned my back on their movement against you. That’s why I sold out Sean Saint, the second time, by taking photos of him and – JET - that fuckin’ slut. VINCENT Yeah, I wanna do what you guys do. JET You sure you ready for it? VINCENT Legionnaire? You mean, ain’t I ready to be another solider for Mr. Jet and The Legion? Ain’t I ready to be just another drone? (pause) If it means I won’t lose my fucking job and get paid good fucking dough, then why the fuck not? What do I gotta lose? JET (grim) Maybe your soul? VINCENT No such thing. If there is such a thing, I lost it a long time ago. The Man drinks his Martini and contemplates. JET There’s a semi-truck in Queens. Retrieve it and drop it off at my warehouse and my boys there will take care of it. Mike will give you all the details. Okay? VINCENT Gotcha. JET Oh, Vinnie, if you ever decide... to "overthrow" me – VINCENT - Never, sir, I would never, because I’m fucking fine with being in The Legion and making a great livin’. I wouldn’t want your job, as the head guy... JET Why’s that? VINCENT Well, it’s like they say, you know, "Heavy lies the crown." I’m not a leader, but you are a leader, Mr. Jet. I’m just another solider, here to serve you and the community, that is The Legion – the only milieu worth saving. The Man smiles, gets up, and walks off as Radikal approaches Vincent – both men who are no strangers to each other, since both had a rather heated quarrel over Kristine a few years back. They smile, smugly at each other, like bitter rivals. RADIKAL Remember me? VINCENT Yeah, the guy Kristine sucked off. RADIKAL (pause) I thought she sucked everyone off? They suddenly laugh, like old friends, because they have a common thing going on. HOSPITAL Sean Saint, who looks a lot better now, lies in his bed, watching Destruction on the TV above him. Apparently, Mickey Irish is cutting some sort of promo as he holds his World Domination Championship belt. Alexia enters, sad, as she sits on the bed with Saint. ALEXIA Hey, dearest. SAINT Darling. They kiss, like couples. But Saint is still weak, as he grunts in pain when he moves. Alexia cries because of that. ALEXIA It’s my entire fault that you... SAINT No, no... you’re worth the beating Jet gave me. ALEXIA And your job in DoAw? SAINT As cruel as it is booking me in a UK title match against the very impressive Avarice when I’m fucked up like this, I am going in, headstrong, and I’m keeping my job and I will become the next UK champion. ALEXIA Is there anyway I can make you feel better? Saint thinks and something naughty crosses his mind, as he smirks at Alexia. SAINT You could do that thing. ALEXIA What thing? SAINT The thing you do to cheer me up? ALEXIA Oh. You want me to kiss it? SAINT Kiss it good. She smiles and places her delicate hands on his crotch, feeling it sensually. She moves her body and head down, on the verge of going down on Saint... as we pan to his face. After a moment, we can clearly see he feels it, double time. SAINT Yeah... oh, baby... ALEXIA (OS) (mouthful) Only for you, my darling... GYM Hysteria and Mr. Jet are in the empty ring, just hanging out. Jet is leaning against the ropes, back first, and Hysteria is pacing, as he smokes. In the other ring, adjacent to this one, Josh Cole is getting mauled by G-Dawg as they chain wrestle. On the mats next to that ring, Radikal is sparring with Vincent, and they seem pretty great at it. HYSTERIA How does it feel knowing Alexia somewhere out there, giving some other guy a blowjob? JET Sucking some other fuck’s fat cock? HYSTERIA Precisely? JET How does it feel? It’s a normative behavior for women. They act like they’re hot shit, but when it comes down to it – bottom line – they’re just disposable pleasures. HYSTERIA You’re gonna bitch and complain about your bitch now? I don’t wanna hear that shit. I’m not a shoulder to lean on. JET Fuck yourself, fuckin’ jack off. HYSTERIA Would fuck myself if I could – I’m that fucking hot. They share a stifled laugh and shake their heads – what the fuck did I just hear? JET Aye, listen, I know we’re not on good terms – you and I, because of a lot of shit, namely what happened with Matt Stone. HYSTERIA Yeah. And that Alexia broad. JET Fuck her. She is polishing some guy’s cock with her mouth. It’s all a fucking bust. HYSTERIA I heard you did something. I heard you sent Alexia over to Destruction, to be someone's manager, and Saint can't be in the same building as her when it comes to DoAw? Low-key Punishment? JET Fuck yeah, it is. She'll be surprised to see who she'll be managing... fuckin' cunt... and I ain't through... more's comin... HYSTERIA Ah... cunts indeed. JET Look, my point is, The Legion is fucking up and we’re fucking up, leadership-wise. We need to be on the same page, if The Legion is going to continue to exist in our number one front, which is DoAw, okay? We gotta put them fuckin’ pricks in line – guys like Anarchy, Chyno, Eldrad, Stu, or who the fuck ever. HYSTERIA Honest shit? We don’t need to be on the same page, but we can appear to be to the pricks you’re talking about. JET So it’s good? We’re not going to fuck up, by letting our differences be manifested in front of them cocksuckers? If we do, The Legion is going to seem weak. That cannot fucking happen. Ever. HYSTERIA It won’t, then. HOSPITAL Sean Saint is real smug, lying in bed, his arms crossed against his chest. Alexia is nowhere to be found. Suddenly, Jack D. Andrews and Selene enters the room, carrying black roses. They greet Saint, like old friends. JDA Hey. SELENE Hey! You look better! SAINT Thanks. JDA Someone’s in the bathroom? SAINT Yeah... my girlfriend, she’s cleaning up. JDA and Selene, after setting down the roses, looks at Saint, shocked. JDA You... Sean Saint... the X-Rated... porn-loving... hooker-bound... positive for STDs... have a girlfriend? SELENE As in a steady... actual... relationship? Just her? No one else? SAINT What can I say? I’ve turned over a new leaf – slumming around, hustling around, fucking around... it’s time to grow up, you know? SELENE Who is she? Just as soon as she said the last syllable, Alexia walks in and kisses Saint on the cheek. SAINT I’m sure you guys know Alexia... JDA and Selene are freakishly frozen – this is (or now was) the love of Mr. Jet’s life... and now Sean Saint has her. JDA What... SELENE Oh, dear... SAINT Look, I know, okay? ALEXIA It’s not that bad, really. SELENE I thought you joined The Legion? JDA So we can get our jobs back later on, too? SAINT Guys – this just happened and I love it. JDA Sean, Sean – look at me. He’s pissed off. JDA You were suppose to join The Legion, gain their trust, and bring us back in, so we could bring them down! What the fuck are you thinking?! SAINT It just happened! SELENE You can’t even stick to our plan, our crusade to bring down The Legion?! You know what? You know what, Sean? Vincent was always telling us, and we thought he was wrong. JDA You’re just a poor excuse for a man! Always thinking with your penis! You’re weak-minded! And to think, I actually said to Vincent that you’re a smart person... you aren’t. SELENE Fucking hard-on! They exit, really angry as Alexia and Saint looks on, silent. They know that JDA and Selene are right, somewhat, but they’re also irritated about it. MR. JET’S HOTEL ROOM While standing with a glass of scotch in his hand, Mr. Jet watches two very gorgeous women making out with each other, only in their bras and panties, on his bed. Suddenly, G-Dawg walks in, with a phone in hand, and is momentarily taken back by the hot lesbian action he’s seeing. JET What is it? Dawg is still fixated. JET Fuckstick, what? Dawg snaps out of it and looks at him. DAWG Don’t call me that... I don’t call you names. JET What is it, man? DAWG I got two former employees on the phone here, and they wanna talk to you. JET Who the fuck are they? DAWG Jack DeVile Andrews and Ms. Selene Andrews. Jet is oddly quiet for a moment and takes the phone. He then sees that Dawg is still fixated on the two lesbians. JET You can have them. I ain’t in the mood. He walks off, as Dawg smiles and approaches the women, as he quickly takes off his shirt. JET (into phone) ... Yeah? END.  Linger. « Thread Started on Mar 23, 2007, 10:53pm » OOC: Yeah, yeah... I know I've been busting out these RPs like crazy. Truth is, I've felt really inspired lately and I've just been conveying them everywhere -- school, my acting, my short films, my screenwriting, my life, and, yes, DoAw! So... I hope y'all enjoy this too! ============================================== PARIS, FRANCE – VARIOUS STREETS - NIGHT Alexia walks up some steps of a brand new condominium and she starts jangling her keys into the door. From across the street, near the nearby lake, Mr. Jet is watching her from afar. By the looks of it, he misses her – despite how she betrayed him and broke his heart. Alexia enters and shuts the door. TRAIN STATION Jet’s seated on a bench, looking at Alexia, who’s hugging Sean Saint near the cars. Apparently, he’s just arrived to Paris to see her. They look awfully happy. The Boss is quietly seething, but more in a more sad manner. JET (VO) She’s not my Alexia... she’s not... anymore. VENICE, ITALY – RESTAURANT – EVENING Mr. Jet and his ex-girlfriend, Elektra, are having dinner. Seated across from each other. ELEKTRA How is everything? JET Sucks. You? ELEKTRA Sucks. How’s the wrestling business? JET It’s fine. Better than it was. ELEKTRA Are you OK? JET (pause) I’m not sure. ELEKTRA It’s good to see you again. JET You too. ELEKTRA’S APARTMENT – LATER They’re now both in bed, under the sheets, making out. ELEKTRA (in Greek) Fuck me hard. She nibbles on his ear and neck – their old sexual habits. Suddenly, Jet sighs and stops everything. Elektra is confused. JET What does this mean? She thinks, responds slowly. ELEKTRA Nothing. I don’t know. I guess it’s casual, like before? JET What if I told you I wanted to get back together? She sighs and looks away. ELEKTRA And fall right back into our old problems? And then get bored and trapped? JET I’m just saying – we could give it another shot, you know? ELEKTRA Let’s cut the bullshit. You only want me back, so you can get over Alexia. I know you really loved her, but don’t use me in that way – the emotional way, where it doesn’t benefit me. If you want to use me, fuck me and so, that way, we both get something. Got it? Jet scoffs, gets up, and puts on his pants. She stares at him. JET Hey, getting laid is no problem for me. I came here to try and salvage what we had. ELEKTRA It’s been two years, and we’ve had plenty of one-night stands after we broke up. Why’s it different now? JET Nothing. I see there’s nothing left to salvage. ELEKTRA Why didn’t you tell me you still had feelings for me? JET Why didn’t you? ELEKTRA I didn’t want the sex with no attachments to end... but I assumed it would, one day. JET Are you wrong? ELEKTRA I don’t have to be... climb back in... JET No. He walks away, as Elektra sits in her bed, naked, very disappointed. MICKEY IRISH’S LOCKER ROOM – HOURS BEFORE DESTRUCTION The World Domination Champion, Mickey Irish, is doing push-ups. Then, like a little girl lost, Alexia walks in, dressed very professionally. She sees Irish’s work-out, shirtless and sweaty, and seems rather turned on, though she tries her best to conceal it. ALEXIA Bonjour. Irish sees her and stands up to greet her. IRISH Hey. Alexia, right? What are you doing on Destruction? ALEXIA Well, I got this letter from Jet... IRISH Oh. Yeah, I heard rumors that you two were – ALEXIA - Anyway, it says here I am to manage you, full-time. IRISH Why? ALEXIA I guess he wants to keep me busy, so I can’t see my new boyfriend as often. And since you're a World champion, I will be really busy. IRISH New boyfriend? Lucky guy. Do I know him? ALEXIA Sean Saint? IRISH (somewhat dismayed) That guy? Aren’t you worried about STDs? ALEXIA He’s – no. The Champ sees the vague black eye, which is almost healed, on Alexia’s face. IRISH What happened there? ALEXIA I don’t want to talk about it. IRISH (strong) No, no – who did that to you? Alexia is momentarily taken back, both touched and pleased. Something has sparked in her subconscious. ALEXIA Let’s get to know each other, since we’ll be working with each other. IRISH Fine by me. SOME PARK – MORNING JDA and Selene are seated on a bench, feeding pigeons, which is humorous because these two are the type that spends their leisure time whipping each other with leather and perform bondage. SELENE (mocking) Life is good... JDA Shut up. SELENE We’re jobless. JDA Shut up. SELENE Your sperm count is declining. JDA Shut up. SELENE Sex is just awful now. JDA SHUT UP. SELENE Our plan to bring down The Legion failed. JDA Shutty. SELENE Now, we have cut a deal with those bastards – JDA - Shut up. SELENE You have to be their muscle again, so we can pay rent. JDA Shut up. SELENE Why can’t you just get a regular job? JDA It’s not me. Hurting things is all I know. SELENE Strange, my vagina didn’t feel anything last night. JDA turns his head and stares coldly at his wife, who just casually feed the pigeons. JDA Shut. Up. SELENE Yeah? Prove me wrong. JDA gets up. SELENE Where you going? JDA Viagra. MR. JET'S HOME – NIGHT Smashed out of his brain, Jet continues to chug down a bottle of Vodka, as he lies in bed – depressed. In his hand, is the only thing left he has that reminds him of Alexia... a photograph of him and her, at a lake. They smile, genuinely happy... Jet stares forlornly and begins to cries softly to himself, but he’s holding it back as best as he can – he misses her like hell... no matter how much he tries to deny it, no matter how much shit he talks about her, no matter how many days or weeks or months have past... he still has hope that, if the fates would allow it, his love would come around. But it doesn’t look too good. ALEXIA’S NEW CONDO Alexia is sitting on her kitchen counter, drinking red wine. She’s listening to a piano concert on the radio, something she and Jet did regularly. She digs through her purse, and digs for something hidden – the same picture Jet was looking at. This is her copy. She stares at it, sighing desolately. She misses him... and part of her regrets what she did... but – knock, knock! ALEXIA Come in. Sean Saint enters, with flowers. SAINT Hey, caramel legs. ALEXIA Hey! She jumps off of the counter, sets the photograph of her and Jet down, and excitedly hugs Saint. They kiss, make out – you get the routine. BACKSTAGE Mickey Irish steps through the curtains, tired because he just finished a match, and he unbuckles the World Domination title belt from his waist. Then, Mr. Jet approaches him. JET Irish. IRISH What do YOU want? JET I'm gonna make this short and sweet. You try anything on Alexia, I'll make your life hell. IRISH Last I heard, Sean Saint's her boyfriend. I'm not the kind of guy to break a relationship. JET Yeah, everybody says that. IRISH Curious - aren't you and her broken up? What, can't get over her? He smiles, but Jet just looks at him, coldly. JET Just shut the fuck up and do what I say. Irish responds by getting in his face. They have total hatred for each other. IRISH I do what I want, got it? JET Fuckin' prick - if I catch you - IRISH - What are you gonna do? I'm World Domination champion and I've beaten you, when you were World champion, at the top of your game. You don't scare me. JET We'll see. After a moment of a heated stare, The Boss backs off and walks away. Mickey Irish never takes his eyes off of him... END.

Appraisal. « Thread Started on Today at 5:37pm »

DOAW TRAINING FACILITY – LATE NIGHT The place is empty – like a 50-year-old cunt. It’s dark, but one thing is heard. A sound that fixates us; we hear it in the distance: a punching bag being torn apart by rapid and hard punches. MR. JET is beating the fuck out the bag, venting his anger. He’s wearing his work out clothes. A black hooded sweatshirt, with no sleeves; navy blue windbreaker pants; black-tape wrapped around his fists, and black Jordan shoes. He stops, and gulps down some vitamin water. Elektra comes out from the darkness and Jet is a little surprised to see her here. JET You stalking me? ELEKTRA I think so. Training? JET Well, fighting Irish is not gonna be easy. And the goal to be five time World Champion don’t come easy – so, yeah, "training." She studies him, as she crosses her arms. ELEKTRA It’s that void you have. JET ... Look, just ‘cause you used to be a shrink, don’t do it around me. ELEKTRA You need a purpose. When you were World Champion for the third time, you felt fulfilled. You lost and you needed something to replace that feeling. You then went after Alexia and fell in love. You won the World title for the fourth time and lost it again, but it was okay, because you had Alexia. And now that she’s gone, you use me to replace her. JET Elektra – ELEKTRA - But that’s not good enough, isn’t it? You need to become World Champion again, so you won’t feel that void. JET ... I need this. ELEKTRA You’re a Champion, Jet. You’re a fighter. I understand that you got a lot of pride, but there’s a time when you need to step down. But if this is something you need... JET ... I need it. REHAB CENTER A small group of pale, anxious people sits around on steel chairs – in a circle – and listens to Selene, pouring her heart out. SELENE I can’t help it. I want cock every moment of my life. It just feels so good... and my husband, Jack, he has huge cock, but I just want more than ONE huge cock. I want, like, MORE. She cries. SELENE Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong to be happy? The people nod, sympathetic – which is ridiculous... CONDO CORRIDOR Mr. Jet stands in the hallway, waiting, as he looks down on the floor. A door opens and Helen exits her apartment. She sees Jet and freezes. JET Hey... HELEN What are you doing here? JET Just – I was in the neighborhood. Drop in and say hello. HELEN Oh, hello... JET How is it going? HELEN ... Well, I... yeah... JET Can we talk about last week? HELEN What’s there to talk about? JET Are we--? HELEN I think it’s best we remain friends... JET With certain benefits? HELEN Precisely. JET Good, just wanted to clear that up – face to face. HELEN Okay. I’m going now. JET All right. I’ll take the stairs. HELEN Kay... They go their separate ways. STREETS Jet walks toward a local bar, smoking a cigarette. He sees Sean Saint walking into an alley and decides to follow him... ALLEY Jet, to his amazement, sees Sean Saint banging a prostitute behind a dumpster. JET What the fuck? Saint stops, turns around. SAINT What the fuck! JET Is that what you been reduced to? Fucking a hoe, in an alley, behind a fucking dumpster? He laughs – quite amused. SAINT Leave me alone! JET Didn’t I warn you? Alexia? Saint stands from his missionary position. HOE Why are you stopping? SAINT Stay the fuck down. Saint proceeds toward Jet. SAINT Fuck you. JET Hey, I just find it funny. SAINT Hey, at least I didn’t love the bitch like you. My heart is not broken. She didn’t own me. She didn’t get to me. I wasn’t her pawn. FUCK YOU. Jet stays quiet, seething. SAINT And at Eternal Sorrow, in the C-Rated reunion, I will kick Vincent’s Legion ass and go on with my life. Instead of lingering in a lost cause like you – you fucking – Jet shoves Saint to the ground and pulls out a switchblade. JET Don’t make me... SAINT ... Don’t let her control you... Jet thinks deeply, stares at Saint, and decides to walk away. JDA AND SELENE’S KITCHEN Jack looks through the fridge and sees something really peculiar – a cup of some odd liquid. He picks it up and sniffs. Jack is taken back and immediately calls after his wife... angry. JDA SELENE! Selene rushes in from the bathroom. SELENE Yes, sweetie? Jack holds up the cup. JDA What is THIS? Selene hides her astonishment. SELENE Um, old milkshake... JDA No... SELENE Cake icing? JDA SELENE! SELENE I’m sorry! JDA Whose cum are in this cup?! SELENE Yours...? JDA I never shot my load in a cup. Tell me now, or I WILL kill you. SELENE Various... some guys down the block... JDA What were you intending to do with it? SELENE My friend’s boyfriend can’t get her pregnant – JDA - Tell me the TRUTH. SELENE ... Mix it with my morning coffee... or vodka... JDA doesn’t say anything. He just dumps the content of the cup into the sink. BLOP! And walks away. Selene sighs, disappointed. Hours later. Vincent shows up. JDA and him exchange a look of tension. JDA What the hell do you want? VINCENT Mr. Jet wants to see you, tonight, at the bar. Business. JDA Why can’t we do this over the phone? VINCENT He wants to see you personally. MR. JET’S L.A. BAR - NIGHT On the jukebox, we hear "Gimme Shelter" by The Rolling Stones playing. Ricardo, Jimmy, and Vincent escorts JDA toward the back. Also, we see Josh Cole acting as Radikal’s footrest at the couch, next to the entrance. Radikal is reading a Hustler’s magazine. Hysteria is nowhere in sight. Vincent, Jimmy, and Ricardo bring JDA to Dawg, who frisks him. DAWG You’re clean. He’s over there. JDA walks toward a dark corner, where The Boss himself sits at a booth, with a hot Chinese hooker (but she’s no FOB). Apparently, she’s giving him a blowjob. Jet sees JDA sitting down across from him and shoos away the hooker. JET Scram. Polish my nuts later. The hooker vamooses and goes to suck off Vincent, which we can vaguely see in the background. Jet lights up a cigar. JDA I’m still on? JET Thing is – I am having a dilemma. I’m not sure if I should do this. I mean, the guy is a hard case, but he’s not... a threat – yet. JDA A man like him has an ego too big to work in a cohesive unit. The Boss thinks deeply, puffing on his cigar. JET You know... just a couple of months ago, you and I were not on the same page. And now you’re back with us again. Isn’t life funny? Old enemies become new friends. Old enemies become new enemies. I mean, look at Mike... Vincent... Dawg... they’re all my enemies once and now they’re rolling with me... and the same goes to you. JDA It happens. JET Friends into enemies. Enemies into friends. When the world’s this untrustworthy, I ask myself... now that this man is my alleged ally... is it wise to make him my enemy again, because of solitary vendetta? JDA It’s up to you. The Man smirks, gets up, and walks off. JET Do it. GYM Mickey Irish and Donny C. Punk chain wrestle in a ring. Alexia enters, holding a cup of coffee. She sees Irish and smiles. ALEXIA Hey, I got you some coffee. Irish stops and pats Punk on the back. IRISH Good job, man. Good luck at Eternal Sorrow. PUNK Aye, you too. Mr. Jet isn’t a slouch. IRISH I know. Peace. The Domination Champ exits the ring and walks up to Alexia, greeting her with a handshake. IRISH Coffee? I was working out... probably the wrong kind of liquid, huh? ALEXIA You want it or not? IRISH Sure. He takes the coffee. ALEXIA We still on for lunch? IRISH Um... as friends? ALEXIA Of course. IRISH Hey, look... about Jet – ALEXIA - Let’s not talk about him, okay? IRISH Okay. STRIP CLUB ASS! Shaking in front of Hysteria’s face, and he just simply sips his beer – and casually putting dollar bills up some strippers g-string. Mr. Jet takes a seat next to him, and enjoys the nice view. JET Hey. HYSTERIA Yeah? What do you want, Jet? This is my leisure time. JET This is MY strip club, you know? HYSTERIA What do you want? JET Listen... Hysteria turns to The Boss, who looks serious. JET Thanks. HYSTERIA For what? JET Just thanks. Hysteria looks skeptical, but decides to just slowly nod. JET I’ll see you. The Boss exits. Hysteria goes back to the view, shaking off the confusing... almost literally. END.

	Saint's Pick-Up Lines with American Women. « Thread Started on Mar 15, 2006, 2:03am »
JDA is in The Legion’s lounge with Matt Stone, Michelle Dorley, and Jimmy Blaze. Stone and Michelle are at the bartend, drinking and talking with each other. Jimmy and JDA are seated on the big leather coach, as Jimmy smokes a big blunt. They’re watching Lost on the huge plasma TV in front of them. Jimmy: Yo... Jack , mang, you needs to hit this... JDA: I’m all right. Jimmy: Nah. You ain’t, cuz. Look, I can clearly see that you hella nervous, and jittery about this whole thang with that b*tch a**. JDA: "Selene" will suffice. And no, I will not smoke marijuana with you. Jimmy: It’ll calm you down. JDA: No. Jimmy: C’mon, cuz. JDA: If you ask again, I shall tear your head off. Jimmy: OK. They watch TV for a moment. Matt and Michelle giggle, and get up from their seats and heads toward Mr. Jet’s office. Jimmy: Where y’all going? Matt: Uh... Jet’s un-used office so Michelle and me can talk privately. Jimmy: Man, don’t lie to Jack and me. If y’all going in there to f*ck, just say so. Matt Stone: Um... OK. He and Michelle shrug a bit and enter Mr. Jet’s office, closing and locking the door behind them. Back to JDA and Jack on the couch, watching Lost. Jimmy: So... how’s Selene in bed? JDA: Good. Now let’s not talk. Jimmy: You know, you and her do it a lot, but now y’all getting married and all. Is that gonna change anything? JDA: Jimmy, shut up. Jimmy: Can I be your best man? JDA: ... Jimmy: Why not? JDA: ... Jimmy: Aye, well? JDA: Jimmy, shut up! Jimmy: Can I be your best man?! JDA: Fine! Now shut up. They shut up for a moment. Jimmy breaks up the silence. Jimmy: Man, I can’t imagine marry someone I hella despise. JDA: Yeah... He looks hesitant of things. Jimmy notices. Jimmy: What, you don’t hate her? JDA: Of course I hate her. Jimmy: Ya sure? I mean, people can stop hating people, you know? JDA: No, I don’t know. Jimmy: Look at us. You hated me, and now we best buds – hell, I’m your best man at your wedding. Hells yeah. JDA: Jimmy, say one more thing... forget it. Jimmy: See? You lightning up! There is human left in you. Don’t ignore it, mang. JDA: Watch TV. They watch TV further. Cuts to black. Fade in from black, into a shot of an empty prison cell. In voice over, a male’s voice takes over, and it’s somewhat of a slight Southern accent. Voice: Bound by rules. Fades to a shot of an empty highway in the desert, during the atmosphere between day and night – dawn. Voice: The long road, full of mistakes. Fades to a shot of an empty ring, in an empty arena. Voice: My redeemer. It cuts to black, and ''Lonely Day'' by System of a Down plays over the soundtrack. These words appears one at a time as the music plays: ''REBELLIOUS'' "DARING" "AUDACIOUS" "OUTLAW" "DONNY C. PUNK" "COMING SOON..." The video stays on the last words, and eventually ends. It cuts to Sean Saint in a porno shop... just shopping. He’s looking at a DVD cover. Since DOAW won’t allow nudity, almost everything in the shop in this segment is blurred and the only thing clearly visible is Sean Saint. Sean Saint: (to himself) "Super Orgasm Vol. 8"? Hmm... nah. He places it back on the shelf and takes another one. He observes it. Sean Saint: (to himself) "Sodders and Bangers"? Hell no. Puts it back. Picks up another one. Sean Saint: (to himself) "Dudes and du—" No. He quickly puts it back. Takes another one. Sean Saint: (to himself) "Hardcore penetr--" Nah. Puts it back, and looks at the camera. Sean Saint: Oh, hello. Hi, I'm Sean Saint - aka The X-Rated Mr. Canada. And I'm here at a local American porno shop... something that is very common in these lands. I'm very proud to say Canada is not as perverted. However, me being an X-rated kinda dude, I can't very well banish porn. I mean... well, you know what I mean. He winks, and begins to walk around the store, looking at various videos as the camera follows. Sean Saint: I heard Yuki did a little softcore... I'm trying to find that. I also heard Chyno had a little somethin' somethin' with a few fine redheads and someone got it on camera and got it published on DVD. Gotta find that. I'm not sure if they even exist - rumors... go figure. He comes across a section that reads "Fun Accessories." He shudders a bit. He puts up his right hand, and looks into the camera. Sean Saint: See this? *waves hand* All I need, when a lovely young Canadian woman isn't around to satisfy this X-rated superstar. Oh, and... the doggy position? Not overrated! Give it a try, to all of you who usually go for the classic position . Just a thought. Let's get outta here. It's giving me the creeps. It cuts to Saint walking at some mall. He looks at the camera. Sean Saint: All right. I'm gonna try my witty and awesome Canadian-style pick-up lines with some fine-looking American women here at the mall... which won't be much, 'cause, uh, Canadian women are just... far more... attractive. Anyway! Let's do it! He walks up to a blonde woman. She's hot. Sean Saint: Hey, baby. Look at all those curves, and me with no brakes! The girl looks at him. SLAP! She walks off. It cuts to Saint with another girl - a hot brunette. Sean Saint: Excuse me, you dropped a piece of ass, let me get that for you. He grabs her ass, she takes out some mace, and sprays Saint. He screams in agony as he rolls around on the floor. It cuts to him and another woman. He stares at her sexy legs as she's eating on the indoor patio. He walks up to her. Sean Saint: Your legs are like peanut butter, smooth, creamy, and most likely easy to spread. She uses one of her legs to kick him in the balls. She cusses, "Pervert!" It cuts yet again to another interaction. He's at a bar, and sees a hot girl from across the room. She looks at him and smiles and he smiles back. He calls her over by using the single finger "come over here" gesture. It works. She's next to him. Sean Saint: Wow... I made you come her with one finger... imagine what I could do with two. SLAP! It cuts to the last one. Saint is on the streets, and goes up to a rather hot chick. Sean Saint: Hi! Hot Chick: Hi... Seain Saint: So, come back to my place, and we'll f*ck and if you don't like it I swear I'll give you a full refund. SLAP, HARDER ONE. She strolls off, pissed. Saint sighs, and looks at the camera. Sean Saint: American chicks. Wow. They're just oblivious to great wit... don't look at me like that Cameraman (from behind the camera): Does it ever work on Canadian women? Sean Saint: Well.... shut up! Anyway, to all of my DOAW fans, see ya. My vacation continues, and I'll be back whenever I feel like it, bi-YATCHES! Canada rulles. Peace out. Much love. INTERCOURSE!!! ... I don't know. It cuts to black suddenly. END.

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BLOOD. LOTS OF BLOOD.

... on the forehead of Mr. Jet, as he lies in the ring, covered in thumbtacks and a pool of his and Anarchy’s blood. Kristine helps Anarchy to his feet, as he is handed the World Heavyweight Championship belt. This was at Unrelenting 2006; right after it went off-air.

Two hours later...

Mr. Jet is still in the ring, covered in blood and thumbtacks. He has refused medical attention. He stares off, half-conscious, into the empty crowd. The King is without his crown.

BACKSTAGE

The Boss is walking – we’re in the present now – and he seems lost, as always. His mind is on Alexia.

BATHROOM

The Boss stares at the mirror, but not at himself. He’s ashamed to even look at himself. But it’s inevitable. So, out of pure rage, he starts to smash the mirror with his forearms, repeatedly, until blood and small pieces of his skin flesh is all over. He shouts at himself...

JET
Dumb motherfucker! You fucking idiot! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCKING IDIOT!

Suddenly, Radikal runs in there, holding him back from hitting what used to be a mirror, which is now shattered pieces of bloody glass.

RADIKAL
Whoa! Stop, Jet!

But he doesn’t. Jet shoves Radikal aside and rams his own skull into the broken mirror, repeatedly, screaming frantically to himself. He’s breaking down. Radikal quickly, however, grabs him and rushes him out of there.

THE LEGION’S LOUNGE

Sitting down, having a smoke is the very fucked up Jet. His forearms are bloody, glass dug into his skin. Cut badly. His skull is also covered with glass and blood is slowly trickling down. Kim, Radikal’s assistant, tends to him, with all kinds of first-aid shit. She’s applying alcohol and thick bandages on the wounds. Jet is so numb – he doesn’t feel a thing.

Radikal paces in front of Jet, befuddled and confused.

RADIKAL
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!

Jet, who’s taking in deep and pained breaths, doesn’t reply.


RADIKAL
... Look, I knew we have not seen eye to eye for the last five years, but we’ve been friends. Now, I don’t know what we are now, man, but we’re both Legionaries, and if you’re going fucking nuts like this, it makes The Legion weak. It makes me look weak, and I am not fucking weak.

JET
(pause, slowly)
I’ve done a lot of fucked up things, Mike. It’s karma.

RADIKAL
What the fuck are you talking about?

JET
No matter how hard I try to change, it all turns around against me and I remain this person everyone sees me as.

RADIKAL
What do you mean, man? You got everything!

JET
Everything?

RADIKAL
This ain’t about that bitch Alexia, right?

No answer.

RADIKAL
Listen to me. It’s over. Okay? There’s no use going crazy over that. What’s the big deal? You know how many cunts want your fucking cock and cash?

Jet sits down, quiet. Kim continues the tending, quite professionally.

JET
Fuck, man...

Radikal tries to be a friend to Jet, who is taking deep drags off of the cigar.

RADIKAL
(quiet)
I don’t know, Jet... you know what I think some times?

JET
What?

RADIKAL
Men like us aren’t meant for happiness to be given to us. We’re gonna have to fight for it, and that’s one of the reasons why I step into that ring. I have fought for what I got. Some people disagree with my tactics, but fuck them.

JET
When I was World Heavyweight Champion for the fourth time... my mind wasn’t on Alexia... and now that I’m no longer the Champ... there’s nowhere else to go.

RADIKAL
What about your old life?

JET
The whores? The money? The cars? The yachts? The ass-kissers? The fakers?

RADIKAL
(pause)
Fuck, man. I don’t know, then.

JET
... Thanks, anyway.

RADIKAL
What are friends for, right?

Jet smirks.

RADIKAL
All right, I got a show to run. Destruction. So, the rest of the guys are meeting at the club, around midnight. You coming?

JET
Yeah, man.

RADIKAL
Cool.

He exits. Jet looks over at Kim, who’s really focused on her putting the bandages on Jet’s forearms and skull.

JET
Thanks, hon.

KIM
No, problem, Jet.

JET
Mike treating you okay?

KIM
Eh, why not.

SEAN SAINT’S APARTMENT

Saint and Alexia are having sex on the floor of the living room. They stop. Alexia doesn’t seem like she’s in the mood.

SAINT
What’s wrong?

ALEXIA
Nothing.

SAINT
Something’s wrong.

ALEXIA
(sighs)
We do this so much, that I feel like... a piece of meat to you.

SAINT
Babe, you kidding? Isn’t this what you wanted? More physical affection and less bullshit love?

ALEXIA
Yeah, yeah... I need to use the bathroom.

She walks into the bathroom, leaving Saint baffled.

In the bathroom, Alexia turns on the shower. But she’s not taking a shower. She’s privately talking to someone on the cell phone.

ALEXIA
-- yeah, tomorrow. Your place. Lunch first? Okay. I’ll see you then, Mickey. Okay.

She smiles, like a little girl with a secret crush. She’s cheating on Sean Saint.

EMPIRE CLUB

It’s hot. Loud music. Lots and lots of people, doing their thing. The Legion has their own private booth. Everyone is there, except Matt Stone, Jimmy Blaze, and Michelle Dorley. Jet arrives and joins the round table. It’s not a meeting. They’re just kicking it.


RADIKAL
Sup, Jet.

HYSTERIA
Jet.

DAWG
Yo.

VINCENT
Sup!

STAB
Hola.

COLE
HEY! INTENSE!

JET
Who invited this motherfucker?

VINCENT
Are we not supposed to invite him...?

RADIKAL
(sigh)
No...

COLE
(sad)
Why...

HYSTERIA
‘Cause you’re Spider-Man, inviting you would put your life in danger.

COLE
Really? Wow! I better leave! Intense!

JET
Yeah, get the fuck outta here.

Josh Cole nods proudly and stupidly runs off like a Super Hero.

JET
Remind me – why is he rolling with us?

RADIKAL
Lackey.

JET
Right.
(calling after Cole)
Josh! Get us some beers!

COLE
Right away, sir!

He trips at the entrance door, gets up, and runs toward the bar.

HYSTERIA
Goofball...

JET
Look at those two cunts over there...

He points, all eyes on these two hot chicks making out in the middle of the dance floor – the fun kind of tonguing. You know the kind.

DAWG
I wanna hit that shit.

VINCENT
Go for it.

Dawg does, as he chugs down some shots of Hennessy.

STAB
I don’t seen any Latinas in this club! I’mma look for some.

Stab gets up and walks to find some Latinas.

VINCENT
I’mma go dance.

HYSTERIA
Okay, Ricky Martin.

VINCENT
Fuck off.

HYSTERIA
Fuck on.

Vincent leaves. The rest of The Legion – Radikal, Hysteria, and Mr. Jet – sit, sipping beers.

RADIKAL
How’s Muffzi, Darron?

HYSTERIA
So-so. How that assistant of yours?

RADIKAL
Juicy.

Jet sees someone entering the club... it’s Helen.

JET
She comes here?

RADIKAL
Who?

JET
Helen...

HYSTERIA
She usually does. You would know, if you hung out with us more, asshole.

JET
Suck on it, you prick.

RADIKAL
Okay.

He sucks on a beer bottle. They laugh.

HYSTERIA
She looks tasty... Jet shoulda hit that when he had the chance.

JET
I didn’t want to – in fact, don’t let her come in here.

RADIKAL
Why, just because she has feelings for you?

JET
No, she’s a good person. Hanging out here will only fuck that up.

HYSTERIA
She’s a grown woman. Let her do what she wants. Cole, come over here!

Josh Cole rushes to him, Hysteria gestures, and Cole acts as a footrest for Hysteria.

HYSTERIA
Be still.

COLE
Sir, yes, sir!

Jet walks toward the dance floor, where Helen is dancing with her date, a small Chinese guy wearing thick glasses and about 5'0''. Jet, standing at 5'8" (Cambodian, Vietnamese, and French), immediately imposes an intimidating presence.

JET
Helen, get out of here.

HELEN
You got some nerve.

JET
I own the fucking place.

HELEN
Hey, Mike, Matt, and Darron said it was OK for me to come in here.

JET
Well, I’m saying you get out of here.

HELEN
Why?

JET
Because I fucking say so. Now take your little man and hightail.

HELEN
(angry)
Asshole. Come on, Wang. Let’s go.

She and the disappointed Wang exits. Jet takes in a deep breath, feeling as if he did her a favor. But something makes him chase after her.

PARKING LOT

Wang and Helen walk toward a Mustang GT – Helen’s car. Jet catches up to them.

JET
Beat it, Wang.

WANG
What?

JET
I said fucking beat it, 3-inch fuck.

WANG
Fuck you, asswipe.

JET
What, motherfucker?!

BOOM! A crunching blow to Wang’s belly. Jet slams him against the GT and pummels him in the face, several times. Helen peels him off.

HELEN
Stop!

Jet pushes her aside and sees Wang running for the hills.

JET
You better fucking run!

Helen pushes him.

HELEN
What the fuck’s wrong with you?!

Jet rushes toward her, angry – but he calms himself down.

JET
C’mon, you can do better than that little ugly fuck. Makes us Asian guys look bad.

HELEN
Why do you care?

JET
You’ve forgotten, huh?

HELEN
(pause)
That was a long time ago.

JET
Six months. Look, we all know you were or are crazy about me – but like I told you, it can’t happen.

HELEN
I know what you said. And it’s not true. I am not a good person and you’re not that bad.

JET
Oh, yes, I am.

HELEN
Look, I moved on. I only come to your club because of the free drinks I get from Mike, okay? Personally, I don’t give a shit about what you and Alexia are doing.

JET
We broke up.

Pause. Helen changes in her mood. She seems more relieved.

HELEN
Yeah?

JET
Yeah.

HELEN
What’s wrong with your head? All bandaged up?

He moves in closer and touches her face.

JET
Nothing. Bye.

HELEN
Are you OK?

JET
Are you?

HELEN
Wanna get some coffee?

JET
(pause)
With you? ... Sure.

She smiles, very happy. They walk off, for coffee... these two rejects.

JET’S MANSION

The Boss enters the lobby and finds Elektra waiting for him on the veranda. He approaches her.

JET
How’d you get here?

ELEKTRA
Your busty maid let me in.

JET
What do you want?

ELEKTRA
Where were you?

JET
Had a coffee with a friend.

ELEKTRA
Who is she?

JET
Now, why do you assume it’s a woman?

ELEKTRA
I just can. So... one-nighter or an actual friend?

JET
Why do you care?

Elektra looks at the view, off the veranda. She can see the lights of Hollywood from afar. Jet moves in closer and puts his hand on her hip... moves it down her ass.

JET
You miss me?

Elektra looks at him and cries.

ELEKTRA
I missed you...

They kiss. Make out.

ELEKTRA
I’m on my period...

JET
It’s okay. I like it messy...

They have sex – yes, on the balcony.

CAR

World Domination Champion Mickey Irish is driving. Alexia is sitting in the passenger seat. They’re having a serious conversation.

IRISH
Why are you doing this?

ALEXIA
What do you mean, I’m your manager.

IRISH
Let’s not play this game, okay? You left Jet – the guy maybe bad, but I heard he treated you like a queen – and then you went with a guy who’s reputation isn’t so hygienic, Sean Saint. Now, you’re trying to get with me? What’s up with you –

Alexia suddenly feels his crotch, while licking her lips sensually. And Irish is a bit taken back.

IRISH
What are you doing...?

Alexia doesn’t respond, she’s a sex freak – she unzips his pants. She puts her hand in his pants, and tries to give him a whacking job – but Irish pulls over immediately.

IRISH
Alexia, get out.

ALEXIA
... What?

IRISH
You’re my manager. I keep things professional. You got dick needs; go to your boyfriend, okay?

Alexia jerks her hand away and looks away, in disgrace. She weeps to herself. She is a fucked up girl, emotionally. Irish is sympathetic.

IRISH
What’s wrong?

ALEXIA
I feel so stupid...

IRISH
Because you feel guilty cheating on Sean?

ALEXIA
Jet... I was just so astonished, you know? Nobody ever dared to be so honest and vulnerable for me... I was scared. I didn’t think I could – I could... now, I can’t go back... I’m so stupid...

She begins to sob and Irish is there to comfort her, as he hugs her.

IRISH
Hey... it’s not too late. You can still tell him this...

ALEXIA
He won’t take me back. I just know it. I fucked it up...

IRISH
I’m sure he’ll understand...

JDA AND SELENE’S BEDROOM

JDA walks in, eating a bagel. He sees his wife, Selene, under the sheets of the bed, suspiciously.

SELENE
(exhausted)
Morning...

JDA
What do you have there?

He notices that she’s hiding something underneath the sheets.

SELENE
(lying)
Nothing, nothing.

JDA walks over to her and whips the sheets open, revealing, in her very sweaty hands, THE LARGEST DILDO EVER-FUCKING-MADE.

JDA
Not again!

SELENE
Sorry!

JDA
I took four viagras last night! Wasn’t that enough!

SELENE
Sorry! I just wanted more...

JDA
You whore!

He snatches the dildo and tosses it out the window. A LOUD THUMP! is heard.

SELENE
If you would just let us participate in orgies, I would not have this problem.

JDA
No, no, no! We have to change. Control yourself!

SELENE
What happened to my Jacky Boy?!

JDA
I don’t want to talk about this!


The phone rings.

JDA
Answer it!

Selene does.

SELENE
Hello? Oh. Here.

She hands it to JDA.

JDA
(into phone)
Jet? ... Yeah, I’m still on for that. Don’t worry. I have no problem or any remorse for them. Yes, I understand. Farewell.

SELENE
Will you at least give me oral pleasure? I'll let you use sour cream, like you like!

JDA
No!

He walks away, angry. Selene is disappointed, but eases her troubled mind by turning on some hardcore porn on her iPod.

JET’S GO-FAST BOAT

Jet’s driving his fast boat, with Elektra at his side. She holds onto him, like she loves him. She kisses him on the cheek. Jet vaguely smiles... either he’s feeling better about things or he’s become COMFORTABLY NUMB.

END.

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Thoughts?

This song is just a relapse of what I keep on feeling, far back as I can tell...

"Hurt"

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way...