Author Topic: Start of a quirky Hollywood story. A little swearing, nudity & death  (Read 114 times)

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ďTHE NEWEST PROFESSIONĒ
FADE IN:

INT. OTISíS BEDROOM Ė NIGHT (2019)

OTIS WEBSTER, 25, sleeps in his boyhood bedroom in his widowed,
Hollywood mogul fatherís mansion. Pennants, movie
posters, sports car models adorn the walls. The phone
rings. He stirs after the second ring.

OTIS
Please lord, let it not be Zelda fighting over the
settlement. Pause. Better get it over with.
(picks up phone)
Hello?

MISTRESS
(V.O. in snarly Jersey accent)
You better get over here now.

OTIS
What are you talking about? Dad canít be working this late.

MISTRESS
His working days are over. Heís in my bedódead.

Otisís face flushes, his unfocused eyes ping pong, knowing the
familyís movie studio would be ruined if this gets out.

OTIS
Iíll be right there.

MISTRESS
Bring moneyócash only.

OTIS
You know I donít have any. Zelda drained me.

MISTRESS
You now own a pearl necklace, donít you?

OTIS
(pauses to think)
Motherís, I guess. If he still has it.

MISTRESS
Itís mine now.

OTIS
(clenches his fists)
Itís a family heirloom. Iím not sure where it is.

MISTRESS
Iíll help you find it.

OTIS
After we get him into his bed.

MISTRESS
Bring his PJs. He was humping me like a jackrabbit when he
had his fucking heart attack.

Otis pulls on jeans, slips feet into loafers as he puts on jacket. He
races out of the room.

FATHERíS BEDROOM

He retrieves his fatherís pajamas and finds no jewelry in his late
motherís underthings. Frantic, he searches for the safe combination.
In a drawer is a small spiral notebook with forgetful Fatherís
birthdate 7-15-50 on inside cover.

OTIS
(slaps notebook)
This is it!

He takes painting off the wall and, after a few fumbled attempts,
opens the safe. He pulls out the necklace, closes safe and rehangs
painting. He wipes pearls clean and lays necklace on dresser next
to a photo of his flapper grandmother wearing them.

HALLWAY

He flashes past antiques and paintings.

KITCHEN

He dashes through kitchen and out the door to garage.

GARAGE

He walks past Motherís dust-covered nondescript sedan and across an
empty parking space. He stares at his classic Mercedes-Benz roadster,
then his keys, and retreats to the kitchen. He returns and gets into
the sedan.

INT. SEDAN Ė LATER

Otis drives below the speed limit, flinching whenever he sees a police
car. He eventually pulls into a seedy apartment parking lot. He looks
in all directions before getting out. He fails at acting casual. Buxom
MISTRESS, old for 45, opens the door.

INT. SEEDY APARTMENT Ė NIGHT

OTIS
(whispers)
Where is he?

MISTRESS
Back there.
(nods toward hallway)

MISTRESSíS BEDROOM

His nude FATHER lies face down, sprawled across the bed in her tacky
pink bordello bedroom.

OTIS
I need some help here! I canít get his PJs on and get him
into his car by myself.

MISTRESS
(palm extended)
No pearls, no cooperation.

OTIS
You get them once heís in his bed.

Together, they flip Father onto his back. Otis freaks out.

OTIS
Itís purple! What have you done to him?

MISTRESS
Havenít you seen a corpse before? Blood drains to the
extremities and his had a head start.

OTIS
Letís get him dressed.

INT. CADILLAC Ė LATER

PJ-clad Father ďsitsĒ in passenger seat. Otis drives slowly. Other
drivers and passengers scrutinize him as they pass. Eventually, he
turns into the horseshoe drive and enters the Tudor mansionís garage.

INT. GARAGE - LATER

He flops Father onto a hand truck positioned alongside the open car
door. Struggling to get the hand truck up the kitchen steps, he hears
a knock.

MISTRESS
(V.O.)
Let me in. Someone will see me.

He swallows hard then lets her in.

OTIS
(points to hand truck)
Push the bottom up the steps. Pick it up if youíre strong
enough.

She smirks. A few grunts and tugs later, Father is up in the kitchen.

KITCHEN

She slips past Otis and dashes to Fatherís bedroom.

OTIS
Get back here!

MISTRESS
(V.O.)
Iím done!
 
She darts out of the hallway headed toward the door. He races to cut
her off. They collide and he grabs her paw without the pearls.

OTIS
The police will stop you before you get home. Help get him
into his bed and drive me to my car.

MISTRESS
(her focus shifting)
Okay.

They struggle but eventually get Father into his own bed.

OTIS
Keep silent and theyíre yours. Leak anything and theyíll
burn your grubby fingers to charcoal.

INT. OTISíS BEDROOM Ė DAY

Otis is asleep when the alarm goes off. He stumbles to his feet and
leaves the room.

FATHERíS BEDROOM

He checks on Father and phones the funeral home.

OTIS
OTIS Webster here. Dad died. He must have had a heart
attack in his sleep. Do I need to call the police or
anything?

FUNERAL DIRECTOR
(V.O.)
  Only in cases of foul play.

He dials the studioís attorney and fixer, D. W. RAKOFF.

RAKOFF
(V.O.)
Iíll take care of informing everyone. Unless he changed
something Iím not aware of, youíre in charge now. Weíll
talk after the funeral.

EXT. GRAVESIDE Ė DAY

Tombstones and crypts for famous people. Otis stands by himself as
the minister completes the service.

MINISTER
May William Webster rest peacefully in the Garden of Eden,
where you, the One who is mercy and love will gently hold
him in the care of everlasting life. May he rest in peace.
Amen.
(closes book)
This concludes the service. May you go in peace.

Minister shakes Otisís hand and departs. The people present console
Otis before leaving. Near the end AARON (60) and SHARON (55)
THALBERG approach Otis.

AARON
It doesnít seem real. He was far too young to go.

SHARON
(hugs OTIS)
This changes nothing. Youíre still the son we never had.

OTIS
But your daughter, ZeldaÖ

SHARON
(squeezes his arm)
Donít be a stranger.

She lets go, looks him in the eye, and they leave. SID SIKKAR,
his dadís personal attorney, approaches.

SIKKAR
I never expected him to go so soon.

OTIS
(barely hiding anger at Father)
He couldnít live without Mother. Just gave up.

SIKKAR
We need to meet soon. You are your fatherís sole heir and
his estateís a mess.

OTIS
He told me the studio would be mine someday, but I thought
he changed his mind.

SIKKAR
(motions OTIS to stop)
It may not be yours yet. When your, uh wife, heard about
this, she changed her mind.

OTIS
Why? I agreed to all her demands.

SIKKAR
She thinks youíre rich now.

OTIS
She would.

SIKKAR
Your father never trusted that, uh, woman you married.
Youíll need to be more careful.

OTIS
Donít worry. I wonít be marrying again.

Otis stares down at the grave, feeling lighter thinking his days
of covering for his Father are over.

SIKKAR
You know more about the business than you think. Spending
your entire life in the industry, you know things you donít
know you know.

Sikkar leaves. Otis watches TWO GRAVEDIGGERS shovel in the dirt. The
headstone heíd ordered after his Motherís death had Fatherís name and
date of birth already chiseled in.

OTIS
(to dead Father)
You cheated me. If you hadnít taken up with that slut,
Mother wouldíve beaten cancer.

The grave filled and flowers arranged, he starts to leave. ZELDA, 27,
in a revealing black dress, jumps out from behind a eucalyptus tree,
blocking his path.

ZELDA
Itís not too late to give it another try.

OTIS
Whatís this, a Fortune Cookie remake? Itís way too late.
Buzz off.

ZELDA
Let me buy you lunch at least.
(circles her lips with
the tip of her tongue)

OTIS
I couldnít stand being with you that long.

ZELDA
You could stand me long enough for what I have in mind.

OTIS
I donít need another dose of Gonorrhea.

ZELDA
Fuck you!

She slaps him hard enough to turn his cheek pink. He chuckles and
saunters away with a spring in his step.

ZELDA
Youíll pay for this.

She sticks out her tongue, revealing a new piercing, and stomps away.

EXT. BORDELLO PARKING LOT Ė LATER

Aging Victorian mansion, paint peeling. Otis idles his M-B roadster,
taking care not to throw gravel and chip its  paint. He saunters to
door and presses his palm against the security pad. The lock clicks
open and he enters.

BROTHEL FOYER
 
MAUDE (50), whose mileage shows, meets Otis in the once-splendid foyer
and hugs him.

MAUDE
(whiskey-tainted voice)
Weíre sorry about your loss and have our deepest sympathy.
The girls and I wanted to send flowers but feared it might
cause rumors.

OTIS
Thank you for thinking of me.

MAUDE
I understand congratulations are in order.

OTIS
Thanks, but Iím still the same old OTIS.

MAUDE
Not exactly. Youíre a movie mogul now. Itís been far too
long since youíve been with a woman. We can do things for
you robots canít.

OTIS
Like destroy me?

MAUDE
Weíre not all like Zelda.