"HARDCORE"

                                      Screenplay by

                                      Paul Schrader

                                      SHOOTING DRAFT

                

               FADE IN:

               CREDITS

               Credits are played over Currier and Ives-like winter scenes 
               from life in Grand Rapids. It's Christmas morning.

               -- Two well-bundled youths shovel out a suburban driveway 
               while their father scrapes ice off the family car.

               -- Youths pelter a passing car with snowballs. Others, more 
               daring companions, grab onto the car's rear bumper and hitch 
               a free ride across the icy roads and past a sign which reads 
               "Grand Rapids City Limits."

               -- Christmas decorations hang from the lamp posts on Monroe 
               Avenue.

               -- Children, dressed in bright parkas, and breathing steam, 
               compare their Christmas presents: sleds, skis and a toboggan. 
               In the b.g., other children speed down Richmond Park Hill.

               -- A woman's distant voice sings an old hymn:

               "Precious memories, unseen angels, 
               Sent from somewhere to my soul, 
               How they linger ever near me, 
               And the sacred past unfolds. 
               Precious memories, how they linger, 
               How they ever flood my soul, 
               In the stillness of the midnight, 
               Precious sacred scenes unfold. 
               Precious father, loving mother, 
               Fly across the lonely years, 
               And old home scenes of my childhood 
               In fond memories appear."

               END CREDITS.

               INT. VAN DORN HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

               Four generations of the Van Dorn family have gathered at the 
               family home.

               A long kitchen leads to the dining area, then to the spacious 
               living room.

               The house is perhaps one hundred years old; deeply varnished 
               woodwork and patterned yellow wallpaper section off the walls.

               Apart from several recent tasteless acquisitions (an E-Z Boy 
               lounge chair to replace the old Queen Anne which broke two 
               Easters ago), the house remains furnished in the style of 
               the previous century. The old dining room table, which 
               Grandfather Van Dorn built because he was too cheap to buy 
               one, has now become a priceless antique.

               The rooms are littered with religious calendars, Bibles and 
               plaster-of-Paris plaques bearing such sentiments as "As For 
               Me and My House, We Will Serve the Lord." The oak buffet is 
               laden with similar religious knickknacks and chintz. Framed, 
               tinted photographs of the family patriarchs are 
               indiscriminately mixed with newer snapshots of proud fathers 
               and high school graduates.

               The house radiates a sense of continuity. Generations come 
               and go; the family remains. All of life's "old home scenes" 
               have been played out here: births, deaths, romances, 
               blasphemies, betrayals. And now the air is again alive with 
               the sounds of playing children, busy housewives and bickering 
               uncles.

               The kitchen is crowded with mothers, daughters and aunts. 
               Each has brought a special dish. ANNE DE JONG (nee Van Dorn), 
               thirty-five, supervises the final preparations. One aunt 
               shows another snapshots of her new grandchild.

               JAKE VAN DORN, forty, and his brother JOE, fifty, sit at the 
               table watching the kitchen activity.

               The house echoes with small talk:

                                     AUNT
                         ...He got accepted at Grand Valley, 
                         but he'd rather go to Michigan...

                                     NEPHEW #1
                         ...Get that pink rot...

                                     NEPHEW #2
                         ...No way Uncle Joe talk me into 
                         cutting celery again this summer. 
                         Rather work in the car wash.

               As the CAMERA TRACKS THROUGH the dining room, it passes a 
               cluster of men standing near the buffet. WES DE JONG and 
               JOHN VAN DORN, both about forty, casually discuss a 
               theological point with GRANDFATHER VAN DORN. Across the table, 
               a young boy, about eleven, listens with rapt awe.

               These are men of the soil. Their faces are sun-blotched and 
               weather-beaten. Wes has rolled up the sleeves of his white 
               shirt; John has switched to a more comfortable plaid.

                                     JOHN
                         ...I still say that if a man has 
                         committed the unpardonable sin, he 
                         knows he has.

               Grandfather nods head approvingly.

                                     WES
                         I don't know about that, John. It 
                         don't seem to account much for God's 
                         grace.

                                     JOHN
                         What kind of grace do you mean, 
                         universal or specific...?

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BASEMENT - DAY

               A long line of folding tables have been set up in the 
               basement. A mixed assortment of chairs can accommodate thirty 
               or more persons. A pre-teen daughter helps her mother place 
               dishes and silverware on the tablecloths. Evergreen branches 
               and red candles decorate the tables.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. DEN - DAY

               Most of the teenagers have crowded into what was once called 
               the study, but is now the "television room." KRISTEN VAN 
               DORN, fourteen, and MARSHA DE JONG, fifteen, are scrunched 
               onto the sofa. Kristen has long blonde hair, a clean Dutch 
               complexion and an unaffected beauty. The girls' legs are 
               innocently wrapped around each other's.

               JOE, forty-five, another of the Van Dorn brothers, and a 
               male cousin about nineteen, are also squeezed on the sofa. 
               Young children squat on the floor in front of them. All are 
               watching some inane Christmas variety show.

               Joe, bored of this tripe, gets up and turns off the set. The 
               children wail in unison. "Aw, c'mon, Uncle Joe."

                                     JOE
                         I'm sick of watching this television 
                         stuff. You know who makes it? All 
                         the kids who couldn't get along here. 
                         They go out to California and make 
                         television. I didn't like 'em when 
                         they were here, and I don't like 'em 
                         out there.

               One of the youngsters reaches over and snaps the set back on 
               as Joe leaves the room.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

               As Joe leaves the den, he passes Jake Van Dorn and Wes De 
               Jong. Unlike his older brother, Jake is not a man of the 
               soil. He has been to college and runs his own business. He 
               looks well-groomed and comfortable in his navy suit, white 
               shirt and striped tie. Wes is Jake's brother-in-law and 
               friend. They get along well enough.

                                     JOE
                              (to Jake and Wes)
                         Television. If you don't buy one 
                         yourself, the kids go someplace else 
                         and watch. And what do they sell on 
                         television? More televisions.

                                     JAKE
                              (light)
                         They got to make their money, too, 
                         Joe. Give the kids a break. It's 
                         Christmas.

               Joe shrugs and walks into the dining room.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BASEMENT - DAY

               Anne listens as NADINE, her sister-in-law, about forty, and 
               RUTH, her niece, about twenty, help her set out celery and 
               carrot stalks.

                                     RUTH
                         ...and they hadn't heard a word from 
                         him before he died.

               Three children, BILL, LENARD and JANE, ages six to ten, walk 
               over to the three mothers. Lenard, six years old, wears a 
               blanket over his head in mock Biblical dress.

                                     BILL
                         Aunt Ruth, can we use Timmy for the 
                         Nativity play? We need him to play 
                         the Christ-child.

                                     RUTH
                         But Timmy's only six months old.

                                     BILL
                         We won't hurt him. I'm going to be 
                         Joseph, Jane's Mary and Lenard will 
                         be one of the shepherds.

               Bill looks at blanket-headed Lenard, who has no idea of what's 
               going on.

                                     RUTH
                         I don't think so...

                                     NADINE
                         You can't do that. That's blasphemy. 
                         If anybody pretends to be Christ, 
                         it's blasphemy.

                                     BILL
                         But he's only a baby.

               Anne nods in agreement. Bill seems disappointed.

               INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

               Jake and West stand with their arms around their respective 
               daughters, Kristen and Marsha. The girls squirm and giggle 
               politely.

                                     JAKE
                              (teasing Marsha)
                         Your dad and I aren't sure you and 
                         Kristen should go on the YC Convention 
                         tomorrow.

                                     KRISTEN
                         Oh, Dad.

               Wes plays along:

                                     WES
                         I don't know, Kristen, that's a long 
                         trip to be on a bus with all those 
                         boys.

                                     MARSHA
                         You mean those creeps.

                                     KRISTEN
                         There are more chaperones than boys 
                         anyway.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BASEMENT - DAY

               Every family is in place. The social order is complete: 
               grandfather, parents, children, grandchildren. The long table 
               is stacked high with salads, casseroles, and vegetables.

               The diners turn their heads toward Jake who stands at the 
               far end of the table, his closed fists pressed against the 
               tabletop. He lowers his head in prayer.

               One of the mothers, looking at her son, Lenard, quickly pulls 
               the blanket off his head.

               The CAMERA TRACKS ACROSS the table toward Jake.

                                     JAKE
                         We thank the Lord for bringing this 
                         family together at graduation time. 
                         We ask Thee to watch over this family 
                         and keep us together in the coming 
                         year.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. JAKE'S HOUSE - MORNING

               Two cars are parked in the driveway of Van Dorn's suburban 
               ranch-style home.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. KRISTEN'S ROOM - MORNING

               Marsha sits on the bed as Kristen finishes packing her 
               suitcase.

               The items include: a bright red sweater, jeans, underclothes, 
               Tampax, and a Bible.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. DINING AREA - MORNING

               Jake, Wes and Anne wait in the spotless dining area. Harold 
               Jay looks in the refrigerator.

                                     JAKE
                              (to Anne)
                         Sis, would you check if Kristen has 
                         everything packed?

               Anne nods and walks into the bedroom.

                                     WES
                         You want to go for coffee after we 
                         send the girls off?

                                     JAKE
                         No. Thanks anyway. I've got to get 
                         over to the office.

                                     WES
                         Anne wants to make sure you come 
                         over for dinner Sunday. With Kristen 
                         gone you'll be all alone.

               Jake nods.

               Kristen, wearing a light blue sweater and skirt, emerges 
               from the bedroom. She smiles demurely.

               Her suitcase is in her hand. Jake, for a moment, feels a 
               sharp twinge of loss. A foreboding of the day when Kristen, 
               fully grown, will leave his house for good.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TWELFTH ST. CHURCH - DAY

               Parents watch their children board a snow-covered bus outside 
               Twelfth St. Church. A banner across the side of the bus reads:

                                YOUNG CALVINIST CONVENTION

                        GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. -- BELLFLOWER, CALIF.

               Most of the parents, working folk long accustomed to the 
               brutal Michigan winters, wear heavy overcoats, bearskin caps, 
               fur-lined gloves and galoshes.

               Jake, bare-headed and wearing a thin topcoat over his suit, 
               waits with Kristen, Marsha, Wes and Anne. Harold Jay pelts 
               the side of the bus with a snowball.

               MRS. STEENSMA, one of the trip counselors, reads off the 
               youngsters' names as they board the bus:

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                         ...Daverman, DeBeer, DeBoer, DeJong, 
                         DeVries...

               Marsha kisses her parents goodbye and heads toward the bus.

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                              (continuing)
                         ...Vander Ark, Vander Hoven, Vander 
                         Keen, Van Dorn, Van Dyke, E., Van 
                         Dyke, S...

               When Kristen hears her name she starts toward the bus, then 
               stops, comes back and gives her father a farewell kiss.

                                     JAKE
                         Take care of yourself, Kristen. I 
                         love you.

                                     KRISTEN
                         I will, Daddy.

                                     JAKE
                         If you need anything, just call.

               Later, amid horn-honking and farewells, the bus pulls away 
               from the curb and heads down the snowy street.

               INT. BUS - DAY

               A sigh of relief goes up from the adolescent conventioneers: 
               wheew! There are a few isolated cries of "We're on our way!"

               A teenager instantly flips on his transistor RADIO to metal 
               ROCK. Once away from home, these kids, like all kids, are 
               the children of 1976. The old family glue doesn't hold. They 
               live in the world of rock and television.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. FACTORY - DAY

               Workmen fashion table legs on a wood lathe. In another part 
               of the factory, laborers assemble chair frames.

               Jake walks along the assembly line with MARY, a well-dressed, 
               attractive employee about twenty-five. They turn a corner 
               and step into a display area where a set features the Van 
               Dorn Co.'s new modular office designs.

               Mary shows Jake the set for his approval.

                                     JAKE
                         Is this all the display space we can 
                         get?

                                     MARY
                         I tried to get more, but this is the 
                         limit. The De Vries line has the 
                         same area.

               Mary is a cool, efficient display designer. Jake studies a 
               patch of bright blue on the right wall.

                                     JAKE
                         What do you think of this... ah, 
                         shade of blue, Mary.

                                     MARY
                         I like it, Mr. Van Dorn.

                                     JAKE
                         Don't you think it's a little too... 
                         bright?

                                     MARY
                         Not really. But if you want me to 
                         tone it down...

                                     JAKE
                         No, no. I wouldn't hire a display 
                         designer if I didn't trust her taste. 
                         Maybe we should bring in more of 
                         that shade. Perhaps a stripe across 
                         the back wall.

               He gestures.

               Gently, relentlessly, Jake manipulates Mary. He does not 
               wish to impose his taste on her but, through calculated 
               argument, will get her to accept his views. It's only a matter 
               of time before he wears her down.

                                     MARY
                         No, that would be much too 
                         overpowering.

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah, overpowering. That was the 
                         word I was looking for.

                                     MARY
                              (sensing his ploy)
                         Mr. Van Dorn, I've worked on the 
                         color scheme for weeks. I think it's 
                         just right.

                                     JAKE
                         What's that shade of blue called?

                                     MARY
                         Pavonine. It's the same tint as the 
                         stripe in the fabric.

               Jake bends down and examines the chair.

                                     JAKE
                         Are you still going with that fella 
                         that teaches at Grand Valley?

                                     MARY
                         Sam?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah. He's a nice guy. Don't lose 
                         him. Maybe we could tone down this 
                         stripe a bit. It's a little...

                                     MARY
                              (catching on)
                         Overpowering?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     MARY
                              (gives in)
                         Okay, Mr. Van Dorn, I think we could 
                         knock that Pavonine blue a bit.

                                     JAKE
                         Are you sure it's all right?

                                     MARY
                         Yes. I think it'll look better.

                                     JAKE
                         If you say so.

               Mary watches him a moment and thinks.

                                     MARY
                         Kristen went on that convention today, 
                         didn't she?

                                     JAKE
                              (mildly surprised)
                         Yeah. How did you know?

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Jake lies in bed, sleeping. Blue light falls across his face. 
               He is dreaming.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BELLFLOWER CHURCH - DAY

               A row of church buses are parked in the lot of First Christian 
               Reformed Church, Bellflower, California.

               They have come from the various other Christian Reformed 
               communities around the country: Zeeland, Michigan, Midland 
               Park, New Jersey, Sioux Center, Iowa, Ripon, California.

               Clusters of youths sit on the church steps and spacious lawns.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY

               A hand-lettered poster on an easel reads: "Today's Topic: 
               Doctrine -- Relevant or Old-Fashioned?"

               A slight, pretty GIRL about fifteen stands up before the 
               discussion group. She wears an Elton John T-shirt and name 
               tag. She holds her Bible with both hands.

                                     GIRL
                         Even though the doctrinal standards 
                         were written a long time ago, I think 
                         they are more relevant than ever. 
                         Especially in this age of 
                         permissiveness and "anything goes..."

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BELLFLOWER CHURCH - DAY

               Kristen and Marsha stand near a tree. Kristen is wearing her 
               red sweater and jeans.

               Nearby, a group of boys sit in a circle on the grass telling 
               jokes and listening to metal rock on a transistor radio.

                                     KRISTEN
                         You going to Knott's Berry Farm with 
                         him?

                                     MARSHA
                         He asked me. You going with anybody?

                                     KRISTEN
                              (shrugs)
                         I don't know.

                                     MARSHA
                         You ever play Chicken?

                                     KRISTEN
                         What's that?

                                     MARSHA
                              (teasing)
                         You never heard of that?

                                     KRISTEN
                         Com'on, tell me.

                                     MARSHA
                         Well, a boy goes like this, see.

               Using her finger, Marsha traces a looping oval around 
               Kristen's right breast, starting at the neck, working down 
               to the midriff, and back up her left side.

                                     KRISTEN
                         What does that do?

                                     MARSHA
                         Well, each time he comes in closer, 
                         like this.

               Marsha traces another circle inside the first one. She draws 
               a narrowing spiral around Kristen's breast.

                                     MARSHA
                              (continuing)
                         He keeps coming closer until you say 
                         "Chicken." Then he stops.

               The girls giggle.

                                     KRISTEN
                         You and Jerry do that?

               Mrs. Steensma steps out onto the lawn and calls to Kristen 
               and Marsha:

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                         Kristen, Marsha! Time for your 
                         discussion group.

                                     MARSHA
                              (grudgingly)
                         Oh, all right.

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                         And put your name tags back on.

               The girls pull their name tags out of their jeans and clip 
               them on as they walk back toward the church.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. TWELFTH STREET CHURCH

               REVEREND VANTIL, a stately man about fifty, stands at the 
               pulpit. The front of the church is plain and stark, adorned 
               only by a large wooden cross.

               The Christian Reformed Church is not one which believes in 
               emotional appeals or confessions. It is a religion of 
               scripture, creed and doctrine. Reverend Vantil, dressed in 
               black, addresses the congregation as if he were a businessman. 
               And his business is sin, guilt and redemption.

               He speaks calmly and powerfully. The church echoes with the 
               weight of his words:

                                     REV. VANTIL
                         ...our study of the Heidelberg 
                         Catechism, reading today Lords Day 
                         number one, question and answer one 
                         and two:
                              (reads)
                         Q: What is your only comfort in life 
                         and death? A: That I, body and soul, 
                         both in life and death, am not my 
                         own but belong unto my faithful Savior 
                         Jesus Christ. Q: How many things are 
                         necessary to know to live and die 
                         happily? A: Three: the first, how 
                         great my sin and misery are; the 
                         second, how I am delivered from all 
                         my sin and misery; the third, how I 
                         am to be thankful to God for such 
                         deliverance.

               Later. The CAMERA TRACKS UP the aisle as the congregation 
               rises to sing the doxology. Jake stands with his sister and 
               brother-in-law.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TWELFTH STREET CHURCH - DAY

               The parishioners, fighting off the winter cold, work their 
               way to their cars.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. DE JONG HOME - DAY

               Jake, Wes, Anne and Harold Jay pass dishes around the De 
               Jong's dining room.

                                     ANNE
                         ...as soon as the service starts, 
                         the ushers all go off to Big Boy's 
                         and have coffee...

               The PHONE RINGS.

                                     ANNE
                              (continuing)
                         I'll get it.
                              (gets up)
                         So that when someone like Mrs. Van 
                         Dorn in a wheelchair needs some help 
                         there's nobody there.

               She walks into the living room. After a moment, Anne walks 
               back into the room.

                                     ANNE
                              (continuing)
                         It's for you, Jake.

               Van Dorn excuses himself, walks into the living room and 
               answers the phone. His VOICE can be HEARD in the background

                                     ANNE
                              (continuing)
                         Well, I just hope I don't get old 
                         and in a wheelchair and have to depend 
                         on the ushers to help me out of 
                         church.
                              (to Harold Jay)
                         You would never let that happen to 
                         your mother, would you?

               Harold Jay nods and keeps eating. He's used to this.

               A moment later, Jake, his face drained of color, walks back 
               into the room.

                                     WES
                         What is it, Jake?

                                     JAKE
                         Wes, Anne, come here a moment.

               Wes and Anne step into the living room.

                                     JAKE
                         That was Mrs. Steensma calling from 
                         California.
                              (a beat)
                         Kristen's disappeared.

                                     ANNE
                         Kristen?

                                     WES
                         What happened?

                                     JAKE
                         They don't know. They were having 
                         some recreation deal out at Knott's 
                         Berry Farm and Kristen wasn't there 
                         when they got back to the bus and 
                         they couldn't find her.

                                     ANNE
                         Have they called the police?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     WES
                         Is Marsha there?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah. She's quite upset. I'm going 
                         to fly out today. They want me to 
                         bring some pictures.

                                     WES
                         I'll come with you. Let me pack some 
                         things.

               He starts to walk away.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. L.A. INTERNATIONAL - DAY

               A United Jet lands. Marsha's VOICE is HEARD from the following 
               scene.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BELLFLOWER HOME - DAY

               Jake and Wes sit near Marsha. Mrs. Steensma stands nearby.

                                     MARSHA
                         ...They have a ride called "The Great 
                         White Knuckler", a roller coaster. 
                         Last time I saw Kristen was standing 
                         over there...

                                     WES
                         Why was she alone?

               He looks at Mrs. Steensma. Marsha is hiding something: She 
               was off necking when Kristen disappeared.

                                     JAKE
                         Was she alone?

                                     MARSHA
                         I told this to the policeman.

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                         They had met an older boy earlier.

                                     MARSHA
                         But she wasn't with him when I saw 
                         her last.

                                     MRS. STEENSMA
                         She tried to give the officers a 
                         description. It was nothing out of 
                         the ordinary.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. L.A. POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

               DETECTIVE BURROWS, of Missing Persons, carries Kristen's 
               picture and a form Jake has filled out into the "Runaway 
               Room". Jake and Wes follow.

               One long wall is covered with tacked-up snapshots of persons 
               (mostly young) the police are looking for. Each snapshot is 
               attached to a small form listing the missing person's name, 
               age, home and so forth. A sign above the photo montage reads: 
               "Have you seen this person?"

               Burrows tacks up Kristen's picture on the Missing Persons 
               wall.

                                     BURROWS
                         The boy your daughter was talking to 
                         didn't work at the park. We've 
                         interviewed everybody there.

                                     JAKE
                         But is she, has...

                                     BURROWS
                         There's no evidence of any foul play 
                         at present. I hope she's just a 
                         runaway.

                                     JAKE
                         There's something wrong here. Kristen 
                         is not the type of girl to just up 
                         and leave.

                                     BURROWS
                         I said I hope she's a runaway. Better 
                         that than she just disappears like 
                         so many others do. Sometimes they 
                         turn up years later, sometimes not. 
                         A lot of crimes go unreported, 
                         unknown. These are realities.

                                     JAKE
                         What are you doing?

                                     BURROWS
                         Two officers have been assigned to 
                         the case. I can't keep them on 
                         indefinitely, but we'll go through 
                         every lead.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DOWNTOWN - DAY

               Another day, Jake and Wes, wearing different clothes, walk 
               with ANDY MAST, a private investigator, down an L.A. street.

               They walk silently, Mast, forty, a stocky man in a wrinkled 
               suit, looks like he's been up all night. He probably has.

               Mast motions to a coffee shop and they enter.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

               Mast, slouching in the booth, sips his coffee.

                                     MAST
                         Those cops, like all cops, are 
                         intelligent enough, but they are 
                         masters of de-ductive reason. That 
                         is, you ask them what three and two 
                         are they'll tell you five, but if 
                         you ask them what five is, they go 
                         blank. That's spec-u-lative reasoning, 
                         and that's where I come in.

                                     JAKE
                         Well, what do they know?

                                     MAST
                         Dogshit. Worse yet, they don't care.

                                     JAKE
                         So then, Mr. Mast...

                                     MAST
                         Andy.

                                     JAKE
                         ...What do you have to offer?

                                     MAST
                         Let me ask you a personal question, 
                         a painful one. The first of many. 
                         Tell me, was your daughter the kind 
                         of girl to run around, to, ah, play 
                         practical jokes, maybe?

               Van Dorn answers him with a cold stare.

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         No, I didn't think she was. Let me 
                         get the picture here. Let me guess. 
                         She was an absolutely clean girl, a 
                         model daughter, she never had 
                         rebellious or impure thoughts, she 
                         didn't fuck around...

                                     JAKE
                         If I was you, Mr. Mast, I'd watch my 
                         language.

                                     MAST
                         Hey, I'm a private detective, Van 
                         Dorn, you want to hire a choir boy 
                         you can go back to Grand Rapids. 
                         I've been to that scumbag town. It's 
                         full of them.

                                     JAKE
                              (cold)
                         Who's paying you?

                                     MAST
                         You are.

                                     JAKE
                         That's right.

                                     MAST
                              (backtracks)
                         As I was saying, I'll pick up the 
                         thread. There's a number of ways I 
                         can go. There's not much you can do 
                         here. Stay if you want. Maybe it'd 
                         be better if you went back home. Go 
                         through Kristen's personal stuff. 
                         Ask around, maybe she knew somebody 
                         out here.
                              (a beat)
                         Look, I do this a lot. I work at a 
                         minimum rate of $750.00 a week. It 
                         may seem like a lot of money to you, 
                         but it ain't. You could hire cheaper.

                                     JAKE
                         And better?

                                     MAST
                         I suppose. But I'll tell you, Jake, 
                         I'm like a little animal. When I get 
                         my teeth into something I never let 
                         go. If your daughter's here, I'll 
                         track her down.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               MONTAGE

               -- Jake sits at his desk, staring into empty space.

               -- Jake looks through his wife's personal effects in the 
               bureau. The room is unchanged.

               -- Jake, his arms folded, stands outside church. A fellow 
               parishioner is speaking to him; Jake doesn't seem to be 
               listening.

               Mast's VOICE comes over a long distance connection:

                                     MAST (V.O.)
                         Pilgrim, this is Andy. I'm in Phoenix.
                              (a beat)
                         Yeah, it looks that way. I don't 
                         know why. I'm going south, then maybe 
                         fly over to Nogales.
                              (a beat)
                         I think so.
                              (a beat)
                         Yeah, I picked up your check at 
                         Western Union.

               -- Jake gets out of his car and looks down the street of a 
               strange town. A nearby sign reads: Minneapolis National Trust.

               -- Jake walks into a greasy spoon. Ahead of him, her back 
               turned, sits a girl who looks like Kristen. She turns as he 
               approaches; it is another girl, another runaway. He apologizes 
               and walks away.

               OVER this SCENE, we HEAR Van Dorn's telephoned VOICE:

                                     JAKE (V.O.)
                         No, I was up in Minneapolis. Somebody 
                         responded to my ad. Said there was a 
                         girl who looked like Kristen there. 
                         But it wasn't her. The police haven't 
                         found anything?
                              (a beat)
                         It don't look good. I don't know. 
                         Maybe she's dead already.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DE JONG HOME - DAY

               Spring has returned to Grand Rapids. The maples are in bloom 
               and the chairs have been set out on the long porch of Wes De 
               Jong's house.

               We HEAR Mast's telephone VOICE as Jake gets out of his car 
               and enters the house.

                                     MAST (V.O.)
                         I took a side trip to Mexico City. 
                         It was just a long shot, but it didn't 
                         pay off. So I'm back in L.A.
                              (a beat)
                         Yeah, the money came on time.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. DE JONG HOME - DAY

               Jake, carrying a wrapped present, walks into the kitchen. 
               Anne, Joe and John, sitting around the table, greet him as 
               he enters. A large birthday cake sits in the center of the 
               table.

               Jake says, "Hi, Sis," and nods to the others.

                                     JAKE
                         Where's Marsha?

                                     ANNE
                              (calling)
                         Marsha!

               Marsha walks in, smiling when she sees her uncle:

                                     MARSHA
                         Uncle Jake.

                                     JAKE
                              (gives her present)
                         Happy birthday, Marsha.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DE JONG FRONT PORCH - DAY

               Jake and Joe sit on chairs on the porch. Wes and Willem rest 
               on the rickety swing. All are drinking coffee, finishing 
               pieces of birthday cake and enjoying a fine spring Sunday.

               Harold Jay watches quietly from the railing.

                                     JOE
                              (sets down plate)
                         Spring's early. Without a frost we'll 
                         have a good year.

                                     WES
                         Not as good as last.

                                     JOHN
                         Lord's been good to us.

               Across the street, two junior high boys, pushing their bikes, 
               follow two female classmates. The girls dressed in tight 
               halters and shorts try to ignore them.

                                     JOE
                         Never had to make a dishonest dollar 
                         in my life. Never cheated an employee.

                                     WES
                         How could you? They're all your 
                         relatives.

               He laughs.

                                     JOE
                         The Lord got his share, too.

               Joe gets up to refill his coffee cup. Wes turns to Jake, who 
               is watching the couples across the street.

                                     WES
                         How's your business, Jake?

                                     JAKE
                              (absentminded)
                         Pretty good.

                                     WES
                         You should come around more often. 
                         You haven't been around for weeks. 
                         Anne complains she doesn't see you 
                         anymore.

               Jake, looking away, doesn't answer. Wes contemplates something 
               he's been planning to say.

                                     WES
                              (continuing)
                         You can't dwell on Kristen all the 
                         time, Jake. Sometimes we can't 
                         understand the Lord's ways. He is 
                         testing you. You have to have faith.

               Jake turns and looks back at Wes:

                                     JAKE
                         Would you?
                              (a beat)
                         Could you?

               He looks away again.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S OFFICE - DAY

               Jake is at his desk when the PHONE RINGS. He picks up the 
               receiver.

                                     JAKE
                         Hello?

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         Mr. Van Dorn?

                                     JAKE
                         Mast?

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         Yeah.

                                     JAKE
                         Where are you? The connection sounds 
                         very good.

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         I'm back in Grand Rapids.

                                     JAKE
                         In G.R.? Why?

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         Can you meet me in about an hour? At 
                         the Pantlind Hotel?

                                     JAKE
                         I've got a meeting...

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         What are you paying me for?

                                     JAKE
                         I'll be there.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DOWNTOWN GRAND RAPIDS - DAY

               Jake and Mast walk out of the Pantlind and walk up Monroe 
               Avenue. The heart of Grand Rapids, like that of many Mid-
               western cities, is a ghost town. The major businesses have 
               one by one gone broke or moved out to the suburban malls, 
               leaving the core of the city to cut-rate stores, parking 
               lots and federally-subsidized government buildings.

                                     MAST
                         This used to be a real city. I was 
                         here about fifteen years ago. 
                         Embezzlement case. It was always a 
                         little religious for my taste, but 
                         at least it was a city. With a 
                         downtown and all.

                                     JAKE
                         What have you found out?

                                     MAST
                         I've got some news. Your daughter's 
                         all right. At least I think she is.

                                     JAKE
                         Where is she?

                                     MAST
                         I don't know.

                                     JAKE
                         What do you mean?

                                     MAST
                         Have you ever seen any, ah, 
                         pornographic movies, Jake?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     MAST
                         Do you know what a "hardcore" movie 
                         is?

                                     JAKE
                         That's like a stag film.

                                     MAST
                         Yeah. You ever seen any of those?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     MAST
                         They're legal now.

                                     JAKE
                         They are?

                                     MAST
                         Yeah.
                              (a beat)
                         All over. Even here in Grand Rapids.

                                     JAKE
                         Hmm.

                                     MAST
                         There's a little stall theatre up 
                         here.
                              (gestures)
                         It's closed now, but I'm borrowing 
                         it for an hour. I think there's 
                         something you'd better see.

               INT. THEATRE - DAY

               Jake is uncomfortably seated in the dingy thirty-seat theatre. 
               Mast walks back from the projection booth as the film starts.

               He sits next to Van Dorn. We slowly TRACK INTO Jake's face 
               as the color drains from it. O.S. We HEAR groans and the 
               sounds of flesh on flesh.

               We TRACK SLOWLY INTO the film itself:

               A 16mm hardcore short on a simple, but classic theme -- rape. 
               Two young men force a young, unwilling girl to submit to 
               their desires. The girl -- Kristen -- nude, tries to get out 
               of a wrinkled bed but is restrained by the long arm of a 
               languid, long-haired nude youth. Another young man, wearing 
               only pink elastic shorts, steps into the frame and takes 
               Kristen into his arms.

               The quality of the action is quite low; the young men posture 
               and overact in the manner of high school dramatics. 
               Occasionally, the action stops while the actors receive cues 
               from an off-screen director. Grunts and groans are dubbed 
               into the screen action.

               Only Kristen's performance lends a note of credibility to 
               the proceedings. She is genuinely disoriented or frightened -- 
               or both. She's not play acting.

               For one frightening moment, Kristen, regaining full 
               consciousness, fights back, but the youth in pink shorts 
               slaps her into submission. Her eyes turn pleadingly toward 
               the camera.

               The first youth laughs and takes Kristen into his arms. The 
               youth in the pink shorts kneels on the edge of the bed and 
               instructs Kristen to remove his shorts. As she begins to do 
               this, the first youth fucks her from the rear.

               As the film ends, Jake sinks his head into his hands, speaking 
               to himself. It's almost as if we're hearing his thoughts:

                                     JAKE
                         It can't be. Why me? What have I 
                         done?

               Looking up, he says softly, then louder:

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         Turn it off.
                              (a beat)
                         Turn it off.
                              (a beat)
                         Turn it off!
                              (a beat)
                         Turn it off!

               Only then does Jake realize that the film has already been 
               shut off and he's sitting alone in the quiet theatre.

               Mast stands by the exit. Jake gets up and walks toward him.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. LOBBY

               Jake catches up with Mast in the small lobby.

                                     JAKE
                              (aggressively)
                         Where is she?

                                     MAST
                         I don't know.

                                     JAKE
                         Where did you get that film?

               Jake backs Mast from one side of the lobby to the other.

                                     MAST
                         I bought it at a store in L.A.

                                     JAKE
                         Who made it?

                                     MAST
                         I don't know.

                                     JAKE
                         What do you mean?

               Mast calms him down.

                                     MAST
                         Wait. Slow down. A film like this, 
                         16mm, cost two three hundred dollars, 
                         sold outright, shown in peep machines, 
                         maybe theatres, maybe not, is almost 
                         impossible to track. 'Nobody' makes 
                         it; 'nobody' shows it; 'nobody' sees 
                         it. It's like it doesn't even exist.

                                     JAKE
                         What's it called?

                                     MAST
                         It was called 'Slave of Love' when I 
                         bought it. Next time it's sold, it'll 
                         be called something else.

                                     JAKE
                         But the police...

                                     MAST
                         The police? They know less than you 
                         do.

                                     JAKE
                         Do you think she's safe?

                                     MAST
                         Yeah. Probably.

                                     JAKE
                         You like this, don't you. Showing 
                         me... this.

                                     MAST
                         I hate it. But you gotta know, buddy.
                              (thinks)
                         A lot of strange things happen in 
                         this world. Things you don't know 
                         about in Grand Rapids. Things you 
                         don't want to know about. Doors that 
                         should never be opened. I've known 
                         more about this sort of thing than a 
                         man should. Don't ask me why.

               Jake turns away.

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         I'm going back to L.A. today. I'll 
                         track this film down, if I can. I'll 
                         find her. But I can't make any 
                         promises. I don't know what she'll 
                         be like when I find her.

               Jake, pale, looks away. Mast attempts to give him a comforting 
               embrace. Jake pushes him away.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Van Dorn sleeps fitfully. Blue light falls across his 
               contorted body. He's dreaming again.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - DAY

               A sleazy Santa Monica Boulevard motel.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - DAY

               A porn film is being shot in a tacky motel room furnished 
               with a pink circular water bed, a lime-brown shag rug, and 
               peeling red felt wallpaper. An oil painting of a seagull in 
               flight adds a touch of class.

               The small set is crowded with technicians and onlookers. The 
               harried collegiate filmmakers wear scruffy jeans and T-shirts. 
               The onlookers, more refined, sport double knit suits.

               Two girls and a middle-aged man lie on the pink satin sheets. 
               Beach towels protect them from the unheated water bed. One 
               of the girls, NIKI, has a long blonde wig and looks about 
               nineteen.

               The makeup girl hurriedly dabs some last minute cosmetic on 
               the second girl's breast. A young man in a UCLA T-shirt pastes 
               up the peeling wallpaper above the bed.

               Random VOICES ECHO around the set. The DIRECTOR, a student 
               filmmaker, tries to bring the set to order.

               BILL RAMADA, 40, the Producer, watches silently from the 
               b.g. He's in charge here. He wears gabardine slacks and a 
               Gucci shirt.

               His Assistant, KURT, 25, stands by his side.

                                     RAMADA
                              (clapping hands)
                         All right, kids, let's get back to 
                         it.

                                     DIRECTOR
                         Actors, to your positions, please.

               Niki, the SECOND GIRL and the Actor remove their towels and 
               form a contorted triangular position.

                                     NIKI
                         Can't you get this bed any warmer?

                                     CAMERAMAN
                         Bring another light over here.

                                     NIKI
                         My ass is freezing.

                                     ACTOR
                         Your ass is always freezing.

                                     NIKI
                         Up yours.

               The Second Girl coaxes her male partner into tumescence.

                                     SECOND GIRL
                         He's got it up.

                                     NIKI
                         Thank God.

                                     DIRECTOR
                         Action. Rolling.

                                     CAMERAMAN
                         The wallpaper's peeling again.

                                     DIRECTOR
                         Forget it. Keep shooting.

               Crouching, the Director approaches his actors.

                                     DIRECTOR
                              (continuing)
                         All right, Niki, you come around 
                         this way and swing your legs around 
                         his back.

               The Director pleads with outstretched hands. His acting 
               workshop courses have not been in vain. Lowering his voice, 
               he coaxes Niki into the proper mood:

                                     DIRECTOR
                              (continuing)
                         All right, Niki, you're lying back 
                         now, yes, just taking it easy, just 
                         enjoying your body, yes, you're 
                         thinking about your father, your 
                         mind is open and free...

               Mast walks into the rear of the room and looks around until 
               he spots Ramada.

                                     DIRECTOR
                              (continuing)
                         Okay, now Bennie, you turn over and 
                         lick her belly...

               Ramada recognizes Mast as he walks toward him and motions 
               for him to follow.

               They step into an adjoining room. The Director's instructions 
               drone in the distance.

                                     RAMADA
                              (friendly)
                         Hey, piss-head, what brings you 
                         around?

                                     MAST
                         You don't have to get uppity with 
                         me, Bill. I remember when you was 
                         running that car wash and couldn't 
                         make it go. And what was that other 
                         thing you tried? A Dairy Queen? Went 
                         busted too.

                                     RAMADA
                         At least I improved myself. What's 
                         up?

               Mast takes out a snapshot of Kristen. In the background the 
               Director yells, "Cut."

                                     MAST
                         I want you to take a look at this 
                         girl here. She's been in some porn 
                         stuff.

                                     RAMADA
                              (looks at photo)
                         No, Andy. Don't know the kid.

                                     MAST
                         Look again, Billy-boy. This is jail 
                         bait. Could get you in a lotta 
                         trouble.

                                     RAMADA
                              (shakes head)
                         Nope never saw her before.
                              (calls to assistant)
                         Kurt, come over here. Don't use 
                         underage kids. Wouldn't touch 'em 
                         for all the cow shit in Mexico.
                              (as Kurt steps over)
                         You recognize this piece of wool, 
                         Kurt?

                                     KURT
                              (shakes head)
                         No.

                                     RAMADA
                         Sorry couldn't help you, Andy.
                              (to Kurt)
                         How'd the shot go? They about ready 
                         to start again?
                              (to Mast)
                         You can come watch if you want, Andy. 
                         Just don't hassle anybody.

               Mast shrugs, tucks the photo in his pocket and follows Ramada 
               and Kurt back onto the set.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. FACTORY - DAY

               Jake leaves the factory in the middle of the afternoon, gets 
               in his car and drives off.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Jake walks into his bedroom, pulls a suitcase out of the 
               closet and throws it on the bed.

               He is motivated now. A decision has been made.

               He throws in his shirts and socks. A travel clock. Pictures 
               of Kristen.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. DINING ROOM - DAY

               Jake is on the phone. His voice is hard and determined.

                                     JAKE
                         This is Jake. I'm going out of town 
                         for a while.
                              (a beat)
                         No, I don't know when I'll be back. 
                         No, there's nothing wrong. Can you 
                         keep things running?
                              (a beat)
                         Don't ask.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. L.A. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NIGHT

               United jet lands.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. HOLIDAY INN - DAY

               Van Dorn, dressed and ready to go, walks out of the Hollywood 
               Holiday Inn and over to the parking lot.

               Checking a city map one final time, he gets into his late 
               model rented green Pontiac and drives off.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. CAR - DAY

               Jake seems a new man; he's in charge now. To a man like Jake 
               Van Dorn, a man from the Midwest, a self-made man, all is 
               possible once you're in control. There are no ambiguities, 
               no conundrums, no labyrinths; only problems. And problems, 
               once understood, lead only to solutions.

               All one needs is the will and the intellect to pursue those 
               solutions.

               Jake looks at the note pad on the seat. It reads:

               Andy Mast 
               Apt. #3-A 
               14316 Chandler Blvd., 
               Van Nuys, Calif. 
               (213) 474-8759

               He drives up Highland, past the freeway and over the hills.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. MAST'S APARTMENT - DAY

               Van Dorn parks in front of the Elite V Apartments.

               Jake stops in front of the room, re-checks the number, and 
               knocks.

               There's no immediate answer. Hearing some commotion in the 
               room, Jake stops, listens. He peeks through the partially-
               curtained window.

               Inside, he sees Mast banging away with a TEENAGE GIRL on the 
               sofa.

               Jake is curious, then outraged. He tries the door. It opens.

               Inside, Mast and his teenage companion scramble for their 
               clothes. The girl calls out.

                                     TEENAGE GIRL (O.S.)
                         It's the cops, man.

                                     MAST (O.S.)
                         Fuck.

               INT. MAST'S APARTMENT - DAY

               Jake strides into Mast's apartment.

               Mast, his belt unbuckled, puts on his shirt. The Teenage 
               Girl, pulling a Grateful Dead T-shirt over her head, looks 
               at Jake and says:

                                     TEENAGE GIRL
                         Who the fuck is this?

               Not pausing to speak, Jake pushes Mast against the sofa. 
               Reaching down, he pulls the detective up by the collar.

                                     JAKE
                         What are you doing? You son-of-a-
                         bitch! I've been paying you every 
                         week for three months and you've 
                         been out here...

                                     TEENAGE GIRL
                         I'm splitting.

               Jake turns as the girl vanishes.

                                     MAST
                         I ain't cheated you, Pilgrim. This 
                         is research, damn it! That girl could 
                         have told us something.

                                     JAKE
                         Research, my ass. I suppose these 
                         are the 'extra expenses' I've been 
                         paying for? And in the middle of the 
                         morning, too.

               Mast pulls himself away.

                                     MAST
                         Oh, fuck off. You should stay where 
                         you belong.

                                     JAKE
                         Get out. Get out of here, Goddammit.

               Mast picks up his shoes and says half-apologetically:

                                     MAST
                         I'm only human, you know.

                                     JAKE
                         Get out.

                                     MAST
                         But this is my apartment.

                                     JAKE
                         Get out!

               Mast shrugs. There's no reasoning with Van Dorn. He pauses 
               at the door and looks back.

                                     MAST
                         You prick. You ass-hole prick. You 
                         can find your own Goddamn daughter 
                         now.
                              (stops; looks at door)
                         I'm not even smart enough to lock my 
                         own fucking door.

               Mast closes the door behind him. Van Dorn looks around the 
               apartment. It's calm now.

               On the desk are Mast's briefcase and papers.

               Looking through Mast's files, Jake finds pages and pages of 
               notes and information about his daughter's disappearance. 
               Names, places, dates. Lists of massage parlors, sex shops, 
               porn bookshops. The names of owners, managers, filmmakers, 
               Interviews with street girls, cops, landlords.

               Plus snapshots of Kristen as she once was and 8x10 frame 
               enlargements from "Slave of Love," her hardcore film.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOLIDAY INN ROOM - DAY

               Jake has spread Mast's papers and photographs across the 
               floor of his Holiday Inn motel room.

               His collar open, his tie loosened, Van Dorn squats over the 
               notes and interviews. He studies his find. It includes:

               -- sex ads from various local papers. Some are crossed out, 
               others circled, others checked.

               -- a list of massage parlors and sex shops under the heading 
               "possible K was here."

               -- An L.A. Times newspaper clipping about "Bill Ramada, L.A. 
               Porn Movie Mogul." It features a photo of Ramada on his way 
               out of court.

               -- a sleazy porn mag article about "Parlor Girls: Hustling 
               and Loving."

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

               Van Dorn drives through the crowded streets of Los Angeles' 
               tenderloin. He cruises down Santa Monica, up Western, along 
               Hollywood and back down to Santa Monica.

               He passes row upon row of garish adult bookstores, massage 
               parlors and porn theatres. He passes model shops, topless 
               bars, "erotic motels," and peep shows.

               Teenage girls stand in the red neon shadows, calling out to 
               passing strangers. Drag queens and leather boys cruise the 
               sidewalks. Jet black pimps, sporting high heels and make 
               coats, stroll from one massage parlor to another. The sound 
               of Latin jazz comes from one doorway; soul disco from another. 
               L.A.P.D. black and whites patrol the streets. Occasionally, 
               a uniformed officer leans out to hassle a passing pimp or 
               hooker.

               He drives on. The sex shops have names like "The Sexual 
               Catharthis Center," "Pandora's Box," "The Institute of Oral 
               Love," "69 Club," "The Church of Spiritual Sexuality," "The 
               Participating Center of Sexual Experience," "Mother's Fun 
               Palace," "The Hot Box."

               A zoo of lusts.

               Jake looks at the seat beside him, checking Mast's list of 
               massage parlors and sex stores with the notation, "possible 
               K was here."

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. ADONIS BOOKSHOP - NIGHT

               Van Dorn pulls to the curb and parks his car. Ahead is the 
               plexiglass lettered sign of the Adonis bookstore.

               Jake locks his car, buttons his suit coat and walks toward 
               the bookstore. He hesitates a moment, then enters.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. ADONIS BOOKSHOP - NIGHT

               Jake steps into the bookstore and looks cautiously from side 
               to side.

               His expression is stern, withdrawn, as if suppressing some 
               physical pain. He finds nothing titillating about this world; 
               for him it is simply evil. Neither is he shocked. Has he not 
               been taught: "For every imagination of man's heart is only 
               evil continually"?

               An improbable assortment of men peruse the long racks of 
               pornographic books and magazines. A young MALE TELLER sits 
               next to a cash register atop a high counter. Below him, a 
               display case features sexual paraphernalia and films. A small 
               radio softly plays Muzak.

                                     TELLER
                         Fifty cents admission.

                                     JAKE
                         What?

                                     TELLER
                         It's fifty cents admission. It's 
                         applicable to a purchase.

               Jake fishes in his pocket, comes up with a couple quarters 
               and places them on the counter. The Teller gives him a token 
               in return.

               Van Dorn walks down one row and up another. The explicit 
               titles and magazine covers leap out at him: "Cropped 
               Crotches," "Teenage Obedience Lesson," "Mouthful of Cock," 
               "Hogtie." Many of the magazine covers feature obviously 
               underage girls. He eases his way past a butch young man 
               looking at magazines in the gay section.

               Screwing up his courage, Jake steps back to the counter.

               He tries but cannot avert his eyes from the grotesque sexual 
               novelties in the case. Dildos, some small, some huge and 
               gross, looking more like instruments of torture than pleasure. 
               Stimulators, vibrators, spiked ticklers. Penis enlargers. 
               Leather paddles, whips, masks, rubber vaginas, fuck faces, 
               masturbators.

                                     JAKE
                         Do you have a, ah, film called 'Slave 
                         of Love?'

                                     TELLER
                         What we got is just these here.
                              (gestures)
                         What you see.

                                     JAKE
                         It's a short film.

                                     TELLER
                         They're all about the same. You want 
                         something?

               Jake looks momentarily at the boxes of 16mm film. A couple 
               titles read "Office Party," and "Butt Banger."

                                     JAKE
                         Well...

               Van Dorn pulls a folded 8x10 out of his vest pocket. It's a 
               glossy frame enlargement from "Slave of Love" folded to reveal 
               only Kristen.

                                     JAKE
                         This is from the movie I was talking 
                         about.

                                     TELLER
                         I don't know what you're talking 
                         about.

                                     JAKE
                         I wondered if you had ever seen this 
                         film or this woman...
                              (points)
                         ...right here.

                                     TELLER
                         That girl? No, never saw her. I don't 
                         know anybody.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm just trying to find...
                              (getting testy)
                         Who owns this store?

                                     TELLER
                         I don't know. Look, man, if you're 
                         looking for somebody maybe you ought 
                         to see the cops.

                                     JAKE
                         But I...

                                     TELLER
                         I don't know nothing, man.

               Jake, realizing he's getting nowhere, pockets his photograph 
               and turns to leave.

                                     TELLER
                              (continuing)
                         You don't want anything for your 
                         fifty cents?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

               The Teller places two quarters on the counter.

                                     TELLER
                         Here. Take your fifty cents back.

                                     JAKE
                         That's all right.

                                     TELLER
                         No, take it. I don't want your Goddamn 
                         fifty cents.

               Jake places the token on the counter, takes his quarters and 
               walks back out into the neon night. The Teller turns to no 
               one in particular and says:

                                     TELLER
                              (continuing)
                         It's one of those Legion of Decency 
                         guys.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. WILD MARY'S - NIGHT

               Van Dorn walks west on Santa Monica Boulevard. The entrance 
               to Wild Mary's is formed by the larger-than-life painted 
               rear view of a bent over woman. Her long legs flank either 
               side of the open passageway.

               A young man in a cowboy shirt repeats monotoned litany to 
               passersby:

                                     CALIFORNIA COWBOY
                         Free information. Free information 
                         inside. Come in and get free 
                         information. Free information. Free 
                         information inside.

               Jake pauses in front of the California Cowboy, then enters, 
               passing through Wild Mary's muscled thighs.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. WILD MARY'S - NIGHT

               Jake walks into Wild Mary's and is greeted by a young woman 
               in a shift and bikini pants. Her name is BEATRICE.

                                     BEATRICE
                         Hello. My name is Beatrice. Have you 
                         been here before?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     BEATRICE
                         What we offer here is nude body to 
                         body contact on a bed in a private 
                         room. It's twenty dollars a half 
                         hour, thirty dollars an hour. Anything 
                         else you desire may be discussed in 
                         the privacy of your room. Tips are 
                         allowed. We accept Bank Americard, 
                         Master Charge and American Express.

                                     JAKE
                         I don't really want... 'body to body 
                         contact.'

                                     BEATRICE
                         That you may discuss with the girl 
                         of your choice in the privacy of 
                         your room.

               A SECOND TEENAGE HOSTESS steps through a beaded curtain and 
               joins Beatrice and Jake.

                                     SECOND HOSTESS
                         Hi.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm looking for a girl. Have you 
                         ever been in a porno film?

               Jake reaches for this folded photo but the Second Hostess 
               takes him by the hand.

                                     SECOND HOSTESS
                         Come back with me. I'm sure you'll 
                         find what you want.

               A THIN MAN walks into the room. He looks about 35 and carries 
               a small bag.

                                     THIN MAN
                         I called on the phone. You have a 
                         Domination Room?

                                     BEATRICE
                         Yeah. Did you bring your own 
                         domination equipment?

                                     THIN MAN
                         Yes, but I've never been here before.

                                     BEATRICE
                         I'm sure everything will be just the 
                         way you want it. Twenty dollars half 
                         hour, thirty dollars hour. Tips are 
                         allowed.

                                     THIN MAN
                         Let's start with a half hour.

               The Thin Man gives Beatrice a twenty and walks off with her. 
               Jake, curious, follows.

               Beatrice and the Thin Man step into the Domination Room: a 
               simulation of a Medieval dungeon. A large wood X-shaped cross 
               is bolted to one wall. There are straps for the client's 
               hands and feet. Instruments of torture hang from another 
               wall. A bare-breasted girl, wearing bikini pants and leather 
               chaps, sits lethargically on a folding chair. A mask of black 
               leather and buckles completely cover her face.

               Beatrice notices Jake is following them.

                                     BEATRICE
                         You want to take a session?

               Jake is dazed by what he sees. He wasn't even aware such 
               perversions existed.

                                     JAKE
                         No. I don't think so.

                                     BEATRICE
                         You sure? We have regular sessions, 
                         too. Only twenty dollars?

               Jake turns and (like Lot from Sodom) walks away without 
               looking back. As he leaves, he passes the Second Hostess 
               attempting to communicate with two teenage MEXICANS.

                                     TEENAGE MEXICAN
                         Sexo?

               The Second Hostess forms an oval with the index finger and 
               thumb of her left hand and passes the index finger of her 
               other hand through it in an obvious gesture:

                                     SECOND HOSTESS
                         Si. Sexo. Sexo.

               EXT. STAIRWAY TO LOVE - NIGHT

               Later that night. Jake locks his car and walks south on 
               Western toward Santa Monica Boulevard. Ahead, a continuous 
               row of massage parlors blend into neon.

               Girls call out as he walks: "Come on in and get free 
               information," and "Want to have a good time?" and "Lonely?"

               He stops by the Stairway to Love. Three girls stand just 
               inside the door. A sign in the window reads: "Come in -- 
               Satisfaction Here." He enters.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. STAIRWAY TO LOVE - NIGHT

               The First Hostess, FELICE, greets Jake as he enters:

                                     FELICE
                         Hi, you been here before?

               The two other Hostesses gather round.

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     FELICE
                         We offer Female Wrestling, that is, 
                         nude body to body contact, with a 
                         girl of your choice in a private 
                         room. Twenty dollars a half hour, 
                         thirty dollars hour. Any other 
                         arrangements may be discussed in the 
                         privacy of your room. Tipping is 
                         permitted. We accept Bank Americard, 
                         Master Charge and American Express.

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     FELICE
                         Do you want to take a session?

                                     JAKE
                         I just want to ask some questions.

                                     FELICE
                         You may do that in the privacy of 
                         your room.

                                     JAKE
                         Okay. I'll take a half hour.

                                     FELICE
                         Do you have any particular choice of 
                         girl?

                                     JAKE
                         You'll be fine.

               Jake gives Felice a couple tens. She in turn passes them to 
               the MANAGER, a 225 pound, blond-haired Malibu surfer. He 
               puts the money in a cash box and fills out a time sheet.

               Jake eyes the Manager uneasily as Felice escorts him up the 
               "Stairway to Love."

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. ROOMS - NIGHT

               Felice shows Jake into a ten-by-ten cubicle. The walls are 
               barren; a bed-sized slab of foam rubber lies on the floor.

                                     FELICE
                         Wait a second. I've got to get a 
                         sheet.

               He looks around the small room. Through the makeshift 
               pasteboard walls he can hear the SOUNDS OF OTHER COUPLES 
               "making love."

               Felice quickly returns with a sheet and spreads it across 
               the foam. She slides the door shut behind her.

                                     FELICE
                         You're still dressed?

                                     JAKE
                         Well, I want to...

                                     FELICE
                              (sitting)
                         Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. 
                         My name's Felice.

               Jake squats down on the foam, crossing his legs under him.

                                     JAKE
                         There's a girl I want to ask you 
                         about.

                                     FELICE
                         You're not Vice, are you?
                              (rote)
                         Do you work for the Los Angeles Police 
                         Department, or do you have any other 
                         affiliation with any law enforcement 
                         agency?

                                     JAKE
                         No, I don't.

                                     FELICE
                         I have to ask you that. If you were 
                         Vice you couldn't deny it. You ought 
                         to dress less square. You wouldn't 
                         get hassled so much. Here, let me 
                         help you get that tie off.

               Felice reaches over to loosen his tie. Jake, self-conscious, 
               removes his tie.

                                     JAKE
                         Well, actually I wanted to ask about 
                         this girl. I have her picture here.

                                     FELICE
                         Pull out your cock.

                                     JAKE
                         What?

                                     FELICE
                         Cops aren't allowed to do that either. 
                         A judge ruled that that was 
                         entrapment. Don't ask me why. I guess 
                         he figured the sight of a Vice 
                         Officer's dong would make a girl 
                         unable to stop herself.

               She laughs.

                                     JAKE
                         No, Felice, I'm not a cop. In fact, 
                         right now I've got as little respect 
                         for the police as you do.
                              (pulls out folded 
                              glossy)
                         I'm looking for a girl. A runaway. I 
                         need someone to help me.

                                     FELICE
                         Are you going to stiff me?

                                     JAKE
                         What do you mean?

                                     FELICE
                         Look, that twenty dollars you just 
                         paid, I don't get any of that. That 
                         goes to the guys that own this place. 
                         I get two bucks an hour, minus ten 
                         percent for a bail fund. I make all 
                         my money on tips.

                                     JAKE
                         You want a tip?

                                     FELICE
                         Sure. What do you want? Tips can be 
                         anywhere from thirty dollars to 
                         seventy dollars.

                                     JAKE
                         What do you mean?

                                     FELICE
                         What do you want to tip me for? Look, 
                         you got to spell it out. Whatever 
                         you want, just say it.

                                     JAKE
                         I'll give you a tip. Here's forty 
                         dollars.

               Jake digs out a couple twenties and gives them to her. Felice 
               tucks the bills into her bikini crotch and pulls off her 
               shirt top. Her breasts seem surprisingly pale and small.

                                     FELICE
                         Now, what do you want?

                                     JAKE
                         I said I just wanted to talk to you...

                                     FELICE
                         That's cool.

                                     JAKE
                         ...about this woman.
                              (showing glossy)
                         I'm trying to find her. Do you know 
                         her?

                                     FELICE
                              (uptight)
                         Look, I don't know anybody. I never 
                         seen her before.

               Jake, previously upset, is now angered. Nobody tells him 
               anything, he gets nowhere.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm getting angry.

                                     FELICE
                         Wait a minute, that's going to cost 
                         you more than forty bucks.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm getting angry. I want some 
                         answers.
                              (stands)
                         Where's the guy who runs this place?

               He slides open the door and walks out. Felice pulls on her 
               shift and follows him.

                                     JAKE
                         Who is it? That blond guy? Where is 
                         he? I'm going to talk to someone.

                                     FELICE
                         Wait?

                                     JAKE
                         Where is he? Where's the bastard 
                         that runs this shit hole?

               The Manager, as if on request, steps to the top of the stairs. 
               His huge frame fills the hallway.

                                     MANAGER
                         What do you want?

                                     FELICE
                         He's causing trouble.

                                     JAKE
                              (contentious)
                         I got a picture here. I want you to 
                         tell me where to find this woman. I 
                         been asking everybody. Nobody knows 
                         anything.

                                     MANAGER
                         Calm down, mister. You don't want to 
                         get the cops in here do you? You got 
                         a family?

                                     JAKE
                              (shows picture)
                         I don't suppose you've ever seen 
                         this girl before either? Her name's 
                         Kristen, but I suppose you've never 
                         seen her?

                                     MANAGER
                         Why don't you just go outdoors, 
                         mister? Cool off.

                                     JAKE
                         Cool off, huh? How's this for cooling 
                         off?

               He knocks a cheap print of a naked woman off the wall. The 
               frame crashes to the floor.

                                     MANAGER
                         Hold it, mister.

                                     JAKE
                         What do you think of that? Or this?

               Jake knocks over a small table. The Manager has had enough. 
               He grabs Jake's arm, wrenches it tight behind his back and 
               rams Jake's face into the wall. He forces Jake down the 
               stairway of love.

               Jake struggles and kicks, but is no match for the larger 
               man. At the foot of the stairs, the Manager ejects Jake, 
               thrusting him across the sidewalk.

               Jake rams face-first into a parked car. He staggers on the 
               sidewalk. His mouth and nose bloody.

               He looks back. A black and white slows down. There's nothing 
               to be done. He moves on.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOLIDAY INN ROOM - DAY

               Van Dorn, thinking, lies face up on the bed in his motel 
               room. He wears slacks and a white undershirt.

               His face is bruised, his lip is swollen. An open First Aid 
               Kit sits on the lamp stand.

               LATER. Jake slouches in a chair watching "Day of Discovery," 
               a Sunday evening religious program. The chorus of wholesome 
               young people look like they've come from another planet.

               A soothing, innocuous hymn. In the distance church bells 
               RING, as if signalling a call to action.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BEVERLY HILLS - DAY

               The next day. Jake, now wearing a print sport shirt under 
               his navy jacket, strides down Camden. He has a plan.

               He checks an office building address and enters.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. OUTER OFFICE - DAY

               Jake stands as a SECRETARY says to him:

                                     SECRETARY
                         Mr. Ramada can see you now.

               He thanks her and walks into Ramada's office.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. RAMADA'S OFFICE - DAY

               Bill Ramada stands to greet Jake as he enters. His office is 
               expensively decorated in chrome and glass. A framed poster 
               from the New York Film Festival hangs on one wall.

               Kurt sits on a plush white sofa.

                                     RAMADA
                         Hello, Mr. Holcum. You look out of 
                         breath. What's the matter? The 
                         elevator broke?
                              (to Kurt)
                         Is the elevator broke?

               Kurt shrugs.

                                     JAKE
                         No. I walked up. Don't ride elevators.

                                     RAMADA
                         My secretary said you wanted to 
                         discuss a business proposition.

                                     JAKE
                         Yes.
                              (as Ramada sits)
                         I'm interested in financing an adult 
                         feature film. I was told you were 
                         the man to come to.

                                     RAMADA
                         Film making can be pretty expensive...

               Jake has slipped into his business shoes. He's cool, 
               confident.

                                     JAKE
                         I've got fifty thousand dollars to 
                         invest.

                                     RAMADA
                         Oh.
                              (a beat)
                         Why is it that you want to get into 
                         film financing?

                                     JAKE
                         Well, Bill -- mind if I call you 
                         Bill?
                              (as Ramada nods)
                         Let me be frank. I've made a lot of 
                         money. I've got my own business in 
                         Detroit. Rivets. I make rivets and 
                         sell them to Fisher Body.
                              (a beat)
                         Well, rivets, you know, can get pretty 
                         boring after a while. When my business 
                         manager told me I should shelter 
                         some money, I thought I'd try this.

                                     RAMADA
                         What exactly do you have in mind?

                                     JAKE
                         I thought I'd invest in a film. I 
                         want to sort of become involved in 
                         the process of making a film, meet 
                         the people who make films, learn how 
                         it's done...

                                     RAMADA
                         In other words, you want to get laid?

                                     JAKE
                         Not exactly...

                                     RAMADA
                         It's cool. Why do you think I got in 
                         the movies? How much poon do you 
                         think you get in the car wash 
                         business?
                              (a beat)
                         Look, fifty thousand dollars buys a 
                         lot of pussy. You can get your joint 
                         pulled by beautiful girls every night 
                         for the rest of your life for fifty 
                         thousand dollars. So why fuck with 
                         the movie business?

                                     JAKE
                              (smiles knowingly)
                         It's an investment.

                                     RAMADA
                         If you want to watch when we shoot a 
                         film, for fifty bucks, I let guys 
                         stand around and watch. It's a lot 
                         cheaper.

                                     JAKE
                         I thought you were a businessman.

                                     RAMADA
                         Don't get me wrong. A couple years 
                         ago, I woulda jumped at fifty thousand 
                         dollars possible financing. But the 
                         Lord's been good to me. I can now 
                         finance any films I choose. Big ones, 
                         small ones. Right now we're setting 
                         up a two hundred thousand dollar 
                         feature film. Live sound. I like to 
                         keep my own money in my films. That 
                         way you don't have to share the 
                         profits. There's plenty of guys in 
                         town that'll take it, though. But if 
                         I was you, Mr... what was your name 
                         again?

                                     JAKE
                         Jake.

                                     RAMADA
                         ...I'd just start my own business. 
                         That's what I did. Get into kid porn. 
                         That's big now. Why don't you come 
                         around the set? Meet some people. If 
                         you still want to invest, I'll ask 
                         around.

                                     JAKE
                         Sounds all right.

                                     RAMADA
                         Okay. Keep in touch with my secretary.

               Jake nods and turns to exit.

                                     RAMADA
                         So long, Mr. Jake.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. L.A. FREE PRESS

               The next day, Van Dorn waits in line to place a "Personals" 
               ad in the Los Angeles Free Press.

               He wears an open sport shirt, slacks and loafers. Bit by bit 
               he's been going native. He realizes he isn't going to 
               infiltrate the pornography underworld looking like a furniture 
               dealer from Grand Rapids.

               Even so, Jake's conventional dress sets him apart from his 
               fellow advertisers. The long line winds back and forth and 
               represents just about every possible deviation from the 
               American heterosexual norm: studs, butches, hookers, freaks, 
               cultists: misfits all.

               The CAMERA studies the line: an attractive boy wears a studded 
               collar, a low-rider sports his colors, a diminutive girl 
               waits silently in her hari-krishna robe.

               The line inches forward. Behind Jake, one woman tells another 
               about this great swinging party. Van Dorn takes some comfort 
               in the fact that the MAN in front of him, dressed in a 
               seersucker suit, looks pretty straight.

               The GIRL AT THE WINDOW takes his ad:

                                     MAN IN SEERSUCKER SUIT
                              (reading ad)
                         'W/M, 35, 140 fastest tongue in west, 
                         will demonstrate proficiency in all 
                         dialects to females under 50. Looks 
                         not imp.' That's all in caps, 'LOOKS 
                         NOT IMP.' 'George Harper. P.O. Box 
                         102, Alhambra, Ca., 91801.'

                                     GIRL AT THE WINDOW
                         That's 'dial-a' what?

                                     MAN IN SEERSUCKER SUIT
                         Di-a-lects. D-I-A-L-E-C-T-S. Like 
                         talking.

               The Man in the Seersucker Suit pays his fee and Jake steps 
               up to the window.

                                     JAKE
                         I'd like to place a 'Personals' ad 
                         in the Free Press.

                                     GIRL AT THE WINDOW
                         How many weeks?

                                     JAKE
                         Just one.

                                     GIRL AT THE WINDOW
                         The rate is a dollar per line, a 
                         dollar and a half bold face.

               Jake takes out a slip of paper and hands it to the Girl.

                                     JAKE
                         I have it here. Can you take this 
                         down?

               The Girl takes the slip of paper and reads it back to him as 
               she fills in the advertising form:

                                     GIRL AT THE WINDOW
                         'Film Producer' -- that should be in 
                         caps, bold face.

                                     JAKE
                         Okay.

                                     GIRL AT THE WINDOW
                         'Film Producer seeks young men, 18 
                         to 25, for hardcore film. Prior film 
                         experience a must. Call Jake at 
                         Players Motel. 777 Vine. 463-5671.

               Jake nods.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DARK ROAD - NIGHT

               A small film crew sets up a shot. Ramada, Kurt, Van Dorn and 
               others, standing by a trailer, watch from the b.g. Jake's 
               floral rayon shirt is open to the third button.

               The script evidently calls for "Dark Road -- Night" because 
               that's where the gaffer is arranging lights around a parked 
               red Mustang. A YOUNG ACTOR in a soldier's uniform waits in 
               the car. Niki and another actress, dressed as a stewardess, 
               stand on their marks near the front of the car.

               Ramada and Kurt walk over to talk to the YOUNG DIRECTOR. 
               Niki, finished for the moment, walks back toward the trailer.

               Niki picks a heavy coat out of the trailer, and wrapping it 
               around her, stands next to Jake. They watch as Ramada gives 
               the Director some last minute advice.

                                     JAKE
                         Are you the star of this picture?

                                     NIKI
                         You kidding? Three days work. I finish 
                         tonight.

                                     JAKE
                         The other girl is the star?

                                     NIKI
                         She thinks so.
                              (a beat)
                         What do you do?

                                     JAKE
                         I work with Ramada. We're doing some 
                         pictures together.

                                     NIKI
                         Well, next time you talk to him, 
                         tell him to pay his actresses more.

                                     DIRECTOR
                              (calling)
                         All right, girls, Niki! To your 
                         places.

                                     NIKI
                              (to Jake)
                         Nice meeting you.

               Niki throws off her coat and runs to the set. The Actor backs 
               the Mustang out of CAMERA range.

               There is a pause, the Director calls: "ACTION!" and the 
               Mustang drives to where the two stewardesses, stranded, are 
               waving for help. The cameraman pans with the Mustang. The 
               Soldier opens his door, looks at the girls' car and offers 
               to help.

               Kurt steps over to Jake.

               The Soldier, looking at the stranded stewardesses, rubs his 
               inner thigh.

                                     KURT
                              (to Jake)
                         We'll come in for a closeup here.

               Niki unfastens the Soldier's belt and pulls down his zipper. 
               The Soldier leans against the car as Niki sinks to her knees 
               and opens his trousers.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. PLAYERS MOTEL - NIGHT

               The Players Motel is a "specialty motel." It offers "X-rated 
               movies, Closed Circuit Color TV, Water Beds." Rates are $10 
               a night, or $8 for two hours.

               Most clients prefer the two hour rate.

               Van Dorn pulls his rented Pontiac into the lot and parks in 
               the first available space.

               Weary, he gets out of the car and heads for his room. He 
               passes a colored whore with a towering synthetic wig.

               Further down the line of rooms, Wes De Jong sits slouched in 
               the front seat of his rental car, watching, waiting.

               A prostitute wearing jeans and a shoulder bag, enters a 
               lighted room with her trick, a construction worker. He 
               unbuttons his shirt as she closes the curtains.

               Wes sits up when he sees his brother-in-law shuffle past the 
               rooms, take out his key and open a door.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. PLAYERS MOTEL - NIGHT

               Jake, not bothering to fully shut the door, steps into the 
               room, throws his key on the bed and plops down beside it. 
               He's emotionally and physically exhausted.

               The decor is Vegas sleaze: tinted mirrors, red shag carpets, 
               felt wallpaper, pseudo-Louis Seize chairs and a plexiglass 
               chandelier. The large room has, at one end, a sitting area 
               with a sofa and chairs, and at the other, a water bed covered 
               with a black satin sheet. A large ceiling mirror is bolted 
               above the bed.

               Jake, hearing a NOISE, looks up.

               Wes, wearing a suit and tie, steps tentatively in. He surveys 
               the tawdry room. Jake just looks away.

                                     WES
                         What's going on, Jake?

               Jake says nothing for the moment.

                                     WES
                              (continuing)
                         Jake?

                                     JAKE
                         How did you find me?

                                     WES
                         I called every L.A. hotel. The Holiday 
                         Inn gave this as a referral number. 
                         Your office said you had no business 
                         in New York, so I figured you had 
                         come out here.
                              (looks around)
                         What's happening, Jake? What are you 
                         doing? Nobody's heard from you. Anne's 
                         worried sick. We didn't know if you 
                         were dead or alive.

               Jake stands and steps over to Wes:

                                     JAKE
                         Wes, do me a favor.

                                     WES
                         What?

                                     JAKE
                         Leave me alone. Go home. Go away.

               Wes starts to protest.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         Just do what I say. Don't ask.

                                     WES
                              (insistent)
                         What is going on?

                                     JAKE
                         I think I've found a way to find 
                         Kristen. I have a plan. But I have 
                         to be alone.

                                     WES
                         What plan?

                                     JAKE
                         You don't want to know.
                              (a beat; softer)
                         Now, Wes, leave, please. For me.

                                     WES
                         What will I tell the others? They 
                         care about you.

                                     JAKE
                         Tell them anything you want. Tell 
                         them I'm on a vacation, a business 
                         trip. Tell them I needed a rest. 
                         Tell them anything, just don't tell 
                         them...

               Jake looks about the whorey room. His voice cracks a little.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         ...just don't tell them about this.
                              (A beat)
                         Now go.

               Jake escorts his brother-in-law to the door. Wes turns and 
               embraces him. Jake breaks the embrace and firmly pushes Wes 
               out of the room.

               Jake closes and chains the door.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. PLAYERS MOTEL - DAY

               The next morning. Jake has rearranged the furniture so that 
               the sofa directly faces the door. Van Dorn, wearing a blue 
               tie-dyed shirt with a sunburst on the front, sits in the 
               middle of the sofa. On either side of the sofa tall thin 
               lamps stand on end tables. A telephone, legal pad and travel 
               clock have been placed on the coffee table. Beside Jake rests 
               Mast's sheaf of notes and pictures. Behind him hangs an 
               iridescent poster featuring the sex signs of the zodiac.

               He waits. There is a knock at the door.

                                     JAKE
                         Come in.

               A handsome STUD, about 22, wearing tight jeans, steps 
               cautiously into the room.

                                     STUD #1
                         Jake? Mr. Holcum?

               Jake checks the appointment schedule on his legal pad:

                                     JAKE
                         Pete? Come in.

                                     STUD #1
                              (enters)
                         Yeah. Peter Long. That's the name I 
                         use.

                                     JAKE
                         We're casting male roles in an 
                         explicit sex action feature. The pay 
                         is $100 a day. There'll be up to two 
                         weeks work. You say you've had 
                         experience?

                                     STUD #1
                         I was in the Mitchell Brothers' film, 
                         'Sodom and Gomorrah.' I don't know 
                         if you saw that. I played Damon, the 
                         slave of the Queen of Gomorrah.

               Van Dorn's pretty good at this. He's given many job interviews 
               before. The phone rings and he answers.

                                     JAKE
                         Yes, this is Jake.
                              (a beat)
                         We're casting right now. Have you 
                         had experience in hardcore films?
                              (a beat)
                         I can fit you in from 4:00 - 4:15 
                         today.
                              (a beat)
                         At the Players Motel, 777 Vine, Room 
                         106.
                              (a beat)
                         We'll see you then.

               Van Dorn hangs up and looks through his sheaf of papers. 
               Pulling back a page of notes, he reveals the unfolded 8x10 
               glossy from "Slave of Love." He looks at the two young men 
               violating his daughter, then back up at Peter Long. Long is 
               neither of the men.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         All right, Pete. I have your exchange 
                         here. If we decide to use you, we'll 
                         give you a call.

               Long turns and exits. Jake checks his appointment schedule 
               then puts his hand to his temples. He has become the thing 
               he hates most: the procurer. Self-contempt fills his face.

               TIMECUT: The next interviewee stands in front of Van Dorn. 
               He's a tall black man about 25. An ex-athlete.

                                     JAKE
                         You're not exactly the type we're 
                         looking for.

                                     BLACK STUD
                              (hostile)
                         You mean I'm black?

                                     JAKE
                         No, just not the type.

                                     BLACK STUD
                         What do you mean, not the type? Don't 
                         you know who I am? I'm Big Dick Brown! 
                         I've been in more porno movies than 
                         you ever saw. I've worked with Harry 
                         Reems. I've worked with Johnny Wad. 
                         Not the type! I can come ten times a 
                         day. I can keep it hard two hours at 
                         a time. My cock is nine inches long.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm sorry, Mr. Brown. I'm sure you're 
                         very good, but at the moment, I've 
                         got nothing for you. If something 
                         comes up, we'll give you a call.

                                     BLACK STUD
                         Shit! You just don't want to hire a 
                         nigger, that's all. I knew this was 
                         a scam. I shouldn'ta come.

               The Black Stud turns and storms out.

               TIMECUT: An angelic, muscular boy about 19 stands in front 
               of Van Dorn. Jake looks weary.

                                     JAKE
                              (tired)
                         I'm sorry, but you're just not the 
                         type we are looking for. We had 
                         something else in mind.

                                     STUD #2
                         Don't you want to see my stuff, man?

                                     JAKE
                         What stuff?

                                     STUD #2
                              (pointing to crotch)
                         You know, my stuff!

               Jake nods with resignation.

               The boy drops his jeans. Framed by firm, smooth, naked thighs, 
               Van Dorn looks at the angelic boy's "stuff." He nods.

               TIMECUT: It's the end of the day. The last orange rays of 
               sun come through the window.

               Jake, weary, looks up. A young man steps in from the fading 
               sunlight.

               The young man looks about 21. His sun-bleached hair falls 
               just to his shoulders. A hippie who's hit the streets.

               Jake looks at his 8x10 glossy, then back at the young man. 
               This is him. This is the young man in the pink bikini shorts.

               This is the YOUTH from Kristen's hardcore movie, the one who 
               slapped her, the one who forced her face into his crotch.

                                     JISM JIM
                         Hey man.

                                     JAKE
                         We're casting for an explicit sex 
                         action feature...

                                     JISM JIM
                              (initially hostile)
                         I know. Word's out on the street -- 
                         word's also out you ain't really 
                         hiring anyone.

                                     JAKE
                         That's not true, Mr...?

                                     JISM JIM
                         Jim Sullivan. Sometimes they call me 
                         Jism Jim.

                                     JAKE
                         That's not true, Jim. In fact, I 
                         think you're very close to the type 
                         we're looking for.

               Jim immediately becomes more compliant.

                                     JISM JIM
                         Oh yeah? I've done a lot of good 
                         stuff. Shorts, features. No major 
                         roles it's true. But good stuff.

                                     JAKE
                         That's what I wanted to talk to you 
                         about.

               Jake reaches over and picks up the glossy.

                                     JAKE
                         I've seen you in some stuff. I like 
                         your looks. I particularly liked you 
                         in this film.

               Jake shows him the glossy.

                                     JISM JIM
                         Oh yeah? I remember that. It was 
                         made by some college kids.

                                     JAKE
                         It was called 'Slave of Love.'

                                     JISM JIM
                         God, I don't know what it was called. 
                         I never saw it. I only got twenty-
                         five bucks for the whole Goddamned 
                         thing.

                                     JAKE
                         I thought you were quite good in it. 
                         I also like the girl in it. Really 
                         thought she was good.
                              (points out Kristen)
                         I wondered if she was still around. 
                         If she was still working.

               Jim examines Kristen's picture. His expression sours.

                                     JISM JIM
                         Wait.
                              (a beat)
                         Wait a minute. Look, I need the work 
                         and I want to be in your picture, 
                         but that is one bitch I will never 
                         work with again.

               Jim, nervous, paces around. He tries to explain.

                                     JISM JIM
                              (continuing)
                         Look, that was one freaky bitch, one 
                         very, very freaky bitch. I don't 
                         know what she was into, I don't know 
                         what she was on, but I don't want to 
                         have anything to do with her again.

               Jake's face grows cold and mean as he listens to Jim's 
               description of his daughter's defilement.

                                     JISM JIM
                              (cups genitals with 
                              right hand)
                         Do you know what she did to me? Do 
                         you know what she did to me, man? 
                         That fucking cunt! I couldn't walk 
                         for a week. My prick was sore and 
                         red and chewed out. She was cra-zy. 
                         I don't want to work with her again.

               All the while Jim speaks, Van Dorn's long arm reaches slowly 
               for the lamp on his right.

               His right hand locks around the base of the lamp. Still 
               listening, watching Jim intensely, Jake grips the balls of 
               his feet into the carpet.

               Jake is beyond logic, beyond restraint.

               He rises, lamp in hand. The cord pops out of the wall; the 
               bulb flashes out.

               Reaching across the table, Van Dorn smashes the youth across 
               the face. The plaster lamp shatters; the shade flies off. 
               Jim reels backward.

               Knocking over the coffee table, Van Dorn advances on the 
               dazed, bleeding youth.

               Van Dorn pounds him again with the plaster stump of the lamp.

               Van Dorn stops. He looks down at Jism Jim. The youth is barely 
               conscious.

               Realizing what he's done, Jake pulls Jim up by his collar 
               and drags him into the bathroom.

               He hauls the youth into the large "erotic" shower. He pulls 
               the shower douche off the wall, and sprays Jim's face.

               The battered youth opens his eyes. He's terrified. He's been 
               in kinky scenes before. He pleads:

                                     JISM JIM
                         Hey, stop, stop. I'll do anything 
                         you want. It's okay. I can dig it. 
                         You can do anything you want to me.

                                     JAKE
                              (full of rage)
                         Where is she? Where is the girl?

                                     JISM JIM
                         She's got a man. A white guy. Tod 
                         something or other.

                                     JAKE
                         Where does he hang out?

                                     JISM JIM
                         I don't know.

                                     JAKE
                         Where!

                                     JISM JIM
                         Look, I know this chick Niki. She 
                         works at Les Girls. She would know. 
                         Honest.

               Van Dorn lets him go and starts to walk away. Looking back, 
               he sees Jism Jim struggling to his feet. Jake spins around 
               and punches him once more. Jism Jim tumbles back into his 
               shower. Jake walks off rubbing his red knuckles.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. PLAYERS MOTEL - NIGHT

               Jake throws his luggage into the trunk of his car and drives 
               off.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. LES GIRLS - NIGHT

               Les Girls, a garish sexual supermarket, covers several 
               storefronts. Its fluorescent exterior stands open to drifters 
               and browsers alike.

               Jake straightens his tie-dye shirt, and enters.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. LES GIRLS - NIGHT

               Inside Les Girls is a glow of yellow and orange plexiglass. 
               The bright fluorescents bounce off the white linoleum.

               Jake passes an arcade of peep shows and turns the corner.

               On one side is a rotunda around which men stand in pay stalls 
               watching a pair of naked female dancers.

               On the other side is a row of curtained "phone booths."

               Jake walks up to a WOMAN with a coin changer around her waist. 
               A lifer.

                                     JAKE
                         I was told to meet a girl named Niki 
                         here.

                                     LES GIRLS WOMAN
                         In one of the booths. Any of the 
                         first three.

               Jake starts over.

                                     LES GIRLS WOMAN
                              (continuing)
                         It's five dollars for two minutes.

                                     JAKE
                         Huh?

                                     LES GIRLS WOMAN
                         Five dollars a token.

               Jake fishes in his pocket and pulls out a ten-dollar bill. 
               He hands it to the woman.

                                     JAKE
                         Here. I'll take two.

               The Les Girls Woman punches out two tokens.

               Jake cautiously pulls the curtain aside and steps into the 
               first booth.

               The booth is divided by a floor-to-top glass partition. On 
               Jake's side of the partition is a pay wall phone. On the 
               other is an orange folding chair.

               The sign on the phone reads "One token -- two minutes." Jake 
               puts a token in the phone.

               Niki, the girl from Ramada's set, naked, steps into the other 
               half of the booth and plops down on the chair.

                                     NIKI
                         Hello.

               Jake picks up the receiver in his half.

                                     JAKE
                         Are you Niki?

                                     NIKI
                         Sure. Like in Mikey and Niki. Did 
                         you see that picture?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     NIKI
                         Too bad. I wasn't in it.

               Jake's eyes flash downward for a moment. No longer shocked, 
               he is saddened by the demeaning vulgarity of it all.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         It's your money. You talk.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm making a film. Jim Sullivan's 
                         going to be in it. He said you might 
                         know where Tod is.

                                     NIKI
                         Do I know you? Weren't you on the 
                         set the other night? With Ramada.

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     NIKI
                         You making a feature?

                                     JAKE
                         Um-hm. Live sound.

                                     NIKI
                         Got any parts? I'm free. Not free-
                         free, but, you know, free. I don't 
                         really do this.

               Gestures vaguely.

                                     JAKE
                         Jim and I have been trying to run 
                         down a girl.
                              (takes out glossy)
                         Do you know her?

               He presses the picture against the stained glass partition.

                                     NIKI
                         Joanne?

                                     JAKE
                         You know her?

                                     NIKI
                         No. I saw her with Tod.

                                     JAKE
                         Do you know where she lives?

                                     NIKI
                         Nah.

                                     JAKE
                         Do you know where she would be?

               There is a CLICK and the phone goes dead. Niki says something 
               but Jake cannot hear her. She motions to the phone as she 
               gets up to leave.

               Jake puts his second token in the phone and Niki sits back 
               down.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         Where is she?

                                     NIKI
                         Tod might know.

                                     JAKE
                         Where's he?

                                     NIKI
                         Last I heard he went to San Diego.

                                     JAKE
                         If we went there, would you be able 
                         to find him?

                                     NIKI
                              (eyeing him)
                         You're not a film producer, are you?

                                     JAKE
                         How much do you make a week, Niki?

               Jake uses his manipulative voice, the one he might use when 
               discussing a shade of blue in a convention display.

                                     NIKI
                              (catching on)
                         Are you a private detective?

                                     JAKE
                         Something like that. How much do you 
                         make?

                                     NIKI
                         Here? What a joke. There was some 
                         detective asking about that girl.

                                     JAKE
                         Three hundred?

                                     NIKI
                         This is just temporary. I once made 
                         nine hundred in outcall.

                                     JAKE
                         I'll give you $700 a week, cash, if 
                         you help me find this girl.

                                     NIKI
                         Up front?

                                     JAKE
                         Half now, half later.

                                     NIKI
                         Make it nine hundred. That was my 
                         best week.

                                     JAKE
                         Okay. My client pays for it anyway.

                                     NIKI
                         When do we start?

                                     JAKE
                         Tonight. When you get out, we'll go.
                              (a beat)
                         Why didn't you tell the other 
                         detective?

                                     NIKI
                              (shrugs)
                         This is different. This is nine 
                         hundred dollars.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. VAN NUYS DELL - NIGHT

               Wes parks in front of a Van Nuys delicatessen and walks in.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. VAN NUYS DELI - NIGHT

               Wes walks into the well-lit deli and spots Andy Mast sitting 
               alone with a glass and a bottle of beer.

               A cross section of California types are scattered around the 
               room. A JUKEBOX plays country and western.

                                     WES
                         Mr. Mast? My name's Wes DeJong. I'm 
                         Jake Van Dorn's brother-in-law. We 
                         met out here a couple months ago 
                         when he hired you. Your agency said 
                         you might be here.

               Mast motions for him to sit.

                                     MAST
                         Ssh. I'm on a stakeout.

                                     WES
                              (looks around)
                         Oh.

               Mast looks down at the beer bottle.

                                     MAST
                         I'm staking out this beer bottle. 
                         Trying to find out if I'll finish it 
                         or it'll finish me.

                                     WES
                         I'm worried about Jake.

                                     MAST
                         I'm off that case. He fired me.

                                     WES
                         He didn't look good at all. Something 
                         strange is going on. He's got himself 
                         into some trouble. He wouldn't say 
                         what.

                                     MAST
                              (lights cigarette)
                         I'll tell you, that was an interesting 
                         case. The Van Dorn girl. I've handled 
                         runaway cases like it before. Usually 
                         when you put the pressure on the 
                         porn underworld for an underage kid, 
                         she pops up in about a week. Everybody 
                         denies ever seeing her, but there 
                         she is at the airport with a prepaid 
                         ticket home. Well, I put pressure on 
                         all over town for this girl and it 
                         stayed cold as ice. In fact, certain 
                         people for this girl and -- nothing.
                              (thinks)
                         I guess I gave your brother-in-law 
                         sort of a raw deal.

               Mast spots a long-haired youth walking toward the juke box 
               and calls to him:

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         Hey, buddy, E-fifteen.

               The kid ignores him and makes his selection: a rock song.

                                     WES
                         I want to rehire you. To find out 
                         what's happening to my brother-in-
                         law.

                                     MAST
                         I've been on another case. All day.
                              (a beat)
                         I suppose I can move it over. Seven 
                         fifty a week, plus travel expenses.

                                     WES
                         Do you really think Kristen is just 
                         a runaway?

               Mast thinks. A shadow crosses his face.

                                     MAST
                         Maybe. Maybe not.

                                     WES
                         I also want you to protect my brother-
                         in-law.

                                     MAST
                         Huh?

                                     WES
                         You have to understand. He can be 
                         mean, self-righteous. He had a Vishund 
                         once. Loved that dog. He came home 
                         one day and the dog bit him. He took 
                         that dog and staked him out in the 
                         back yard. It was winter. Every day 
                         he came home and watched that dog 
                         until he froze. He's capable of doing 
                         anything.

                                     MAST
                         To his own daughter?

                                     WES
                         To anybody.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

               Van Dorn's car speeds through the California night. The 
               Pacific, moon-lit, stretches like a sinister plain.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. SAN DIEGO MOTEL - NIGHT

               Jake pulls into a freeway exit motel and parks at the office.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

               Jake's suitcase lies open on the luggage rack. He pulls off 
               his tie-dyed shirt, folds it up neatly, and places it in the 
               suitcase.

               He sits on the edge of the bed and undoes his shoestrings. 
               He removes each shoe as if it were an individual effort.

               There's a KNOCK.

               Jake looks through the blinds, unhooks the chain and opens 
               the door.

               Niki, tugging up her jeans, scuffles in.

                                     NIKI
                         You actually paid for both these 
                         rooms? I thought you were just going 
                         to get a receipt for two, and kickback 
                         the desk man.

               Jake, awkward, puts a shirt on.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         I thought you were going to bed?

                                     JAKE
                         I am.

               Niki is street-wise. She can instantly interpret situations 
               which would stymie the average person; but, as if to balance 
               this perceptivity, she is often stymied by the ordinary.

               In brief: she assumes Jake is paying her $900 a week not 
               only to help him but also to be his personal playmate.

                                     NIKI
                         Do you have any pills? Any Valium, 
                         Librium? You know, pimps will sell 
                         Valium at fifty cents a piece. Can 
                         you believe that?

               Niki sits on his bed, her legs folded under her.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         You know Valiums pick me right up? 
                         Take four or five and I'm wide awake. 
                         Isn't that strange? Know what puts 
                         me to sleep? Coke. I think I'm really 
                         fucked up.

               Niki removes her sweater and starts to pull off her Rorer T-
               shirt. Jake motions for her to stop.

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     NIKI
                         Huh?

                                     JAKE
                         Niki. Calm down. Relax. Let's just 
                         talk for a while. Then, later, you'll 
                         go back to your room and we'll get 
                         some sleep.

               He sits on the bed beside her.

                                     NIKI
                         You have anything to drink? You want 
                         to go out and get something?

                                     JAKE
                         I don't drink, but you can go out.

                                     NIKI
                         You don't drink?

                                     JAKE
                              (points to stomach)
                         Ulcers.

               Niki studies him for a moment, then says:

                                     NIKI
                         You're not a private detective either, 
                         are you?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     NIKI
                         I didn't think so. I've fucked 
                         detectives. Who are you?

                                     JAKE
                         A friend.

                                     NIKI
                         Of Joanne's?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.
                              (looks away)
                         I'm her father.

                                     NIKI
                              (more disappointment 
                              than shock)
                         Jesus.

                                     JAKE
                         Her name is Kristen. She disappeared 
                         a couple of months ago.

                                     NIKI
                         And your wife? Where's she?

                                     JAKE
                         She's dead.

                                     NIKI
                         Hey, don't worry about it. Your 
                         daughter's around. We'll find her in 
                         a couple days.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. SAN DIEGO - DOWNTOWN - DAY

               Jake's car drives through San Diego's "downtown," four square 
               blocks of adult bookstores, peep show and flop houses south 
               of San Diego's center. Uniformed soldiers from Camp Pendleton 
               and the Miramar Naval Station occasionally cross the wide 
               streets.

               The Singapore Club, Lux Adult Movies, the Princess Rap Parlor, 
               Curious Books Shop, Sexciting Movies...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. THE OKINAWA BAR - DAY

               Jake and Niki walk toward the Okinawa, a hangout for working 
               girls, players and street people.

               Niki, tugging up her jeans, walks next to Jake. She wears 
               her Rorer T-shirt; Jake a blue dress shirt.

                                     NIKI
                              (putting her arm on 
                              Jake)
                         Jim Rucker runs this place. He knows 
                         where everybody is. It's a nice place. 
                         Hires a lot of girls, but they don't 
                         pay shit.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. OKINAWA BAR - DAY

               Jake holds the door open for Niki as they enter.

               The Okinawa is a credit to its namesake. A BLACK PLAYER, 
               sitting at the bar, stares absently at two girls playing 
               pool.

               Niki, in her element, steps up to the bar.

                                     NIKI
                              (to Counter Girl)
                         Is Rucker here?

                                     BAR MAID
                         He'll be back in a couple hours.

                                     NIKI
                         Tell him Louise was here. I'll come 
                         back later.

               They turn to exit.

               EXT. SAN DIEGO BEACH - DAY

               Jake and Niki sit at a ramshackle picnic table at a park 
               overlooking the ocean. Several children play in the distance.

               Niki finishes her Big Mac, crumbles the bag and throws it 
               away. She unwraps a Milky Way and she finishes her fries.

               Jake watches with astonishment as she chomps her way through 
               a second candy bar.

                                     JAKE
                         You really shouldn't eat like that. 
                         All that sugar. It's not good for 
                         you.

                                     NIKI
                         At least I'm a growing person.

                                     JAKE
                         You won't keep growing at this rate.

                                     NIKI
                         What rate?

                                     JAKE
                         You know what I'm talking about.

                                     NIKI
                              (snotty)
                         You never met a working girl before, 
                         have you? You think I like sucking 
                         off guys all night? Maybe I do. So 
                         what?
                              (a beat)
                         You can't even say it, can you?

                                     JAKE
                         Say what?

                                     NIKI
                         'Sucking off.'

                                     JAKE
                         Okay. Sucking off. Now does that 
                         make me as good as you?

                                     NIKI
                         You don't understand shit.

                                     JAKE
                         Okay, tell me. Why do you live like 
                         you do?

                                     NIKI
                         Did you ever live in a room with six 
                         people and you didn't have any money, 
                         any food, any furniture? Have your 
                         brother come out, his car break down, 
                         he can't get a job? Your friends 
                         stealing food, going through trash 
                         behind a supermarket?

                                     JAKE
                              (sympathetic)
                         Is that the way it was with you?

                                     NIKI
                         No. But does it make any difference?
                              (a beat)
                         How did you get to be the way you 
                         are?

               Jake doesn't answer.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         Don't knock it. A girl can save up a 
                         lot money doing this -- big money. 
                         Then you're free. You can go off to 
                         Europe, meet somebody, get married. 
                         My girlfriend's going to buy her own 
                         beauty parlor. Not me. I'm gonna 
                         travel. 'Keep movin' that's my motto.
                              (a beat)
                         Would you rather work at Copper Penny 
                         at a dollar-eighty an hour, having 
                         every two-bit cocksucker able to 
                         yell at you? I can make more money 
                         suc... doing what I do for five 
                         minutes than I can all week at another 
                         job.

                                     JAKE
                         You used to work at Copper Penny?

                                     NIKI
                         No.

                                     JAKE
                              (pause)
                         You and I, Niki, have very different 
                         ideas about sex.

                                     NIKI
                         Why? Are you a sex fiend?

                                     JAKE
                              (smiles)
                         No.

                                     NIKI
                         Neither am I.

                                     JAKE
                         But it's all you do.

                                     NIKI
                         How important do you think sex is?

                                     JAKE
                         Not very.

                                     NIKI
                         We're just alike. You think sex is 
                         so unimportant you don't do it. I 
                         think sex is so unimportant I don't 
                         care who I do it with.

               Jake thinks. That sounds right. But it can't be right. He 
               looks away, then back at her.

                                     JAKE
                         You can never understand a person 
                         like me. I am a mystery to you. A 
                         middle class person, a Mid-westerner. 
                         A man who doesn't pursue women. A 
                         man who believes in social order. A 
                         man who goes to church, believes in 
                         God, and a man who, at the end of 
                         his life, believes he will be 
                         redeemed.
                              (a beat)
                         This is all unfathomable to you.

               Fifty years ago, in art, the prostitute sought to justify 
               her life to the bourgeoisie. Now it is the bourgeoisie who 
               must justify himself to the whore.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         I don't see why I must justify myself 
                         to you. I don't care about the things 
                         you do. I don't care what's happening 
                         in New York or Los Angeles. I don't 
                         care about movies or TV. I don't 
                         care who's on Johnny Carson.

                                     NIKI
                              (incredulous)
                         What do you care about?

                                     JAKE
                              (cold)
                         I care about my daughter.

               INT. OKINAWA BAR - DAY

               Niki and Jake stand at the counter talking with JIM RUCKER, 
               an entrepreneurial type about 40.

                                     NIKI
                         You remember me. Louise? Rhymes with 
                         squeeze.

                                     RUCKER
                              (looks, then nods)
                         You working in San Diego now?

                                     NIKI
                         I'm still in L.A., but I'm looking 
                         for Tod. I heard he was around.

                                     RUCKER
                         'Was.' He and that shitheel Ratan 
                         went down to T-J. Maybe I shouldn't 
                         say that. Anyway, I hear he's back 
                         in Frisco now.

                                     NIKI
                         Was he with a girl?

                                     RUCKER
                         No.

                                     NIKI
                         Thanks.

               Niki starts to leave.

                                     RUCKER
                         Keep in touch, baby. Got some good 
                         stuff comin' up. Need you back, baby.
                              (as they exit)
                         And take good care of your friend 
                         for me.

               Jake turns back as Niki gives him a tug.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OKINAWA BAR - DAY

               They walk toward the car.

                                     JAKE
                         What's T-J?

                                     NIKI
                         Tijuana.

                                     JAKE
                         They were here?

                                     NIKI
                         Tod was.
                              (her voice chills)
                         He was with Ratan.

                                     JAKE
                         What does that mean?
                              (no answer)
                         What does he do?

                                     NIKI
                         He deals in pain.

                                     JAKE
                         Is Kristen safe?

               She doesn't answer.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         Let's get a plane for San Francisco.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. L.A. POLICE MISSING PERSONS - DAY

               DETECTIVE BURROWS walks back into his office. Mast, sitting 
               on the edge of the desk, is waiting for him.

                                     BURROWS
                         Apparently your friend has gone into 
                         Mexico. A Border Guard responded to 
                         the APB. How does it feel to have 
                         the L.A.P.D. doing your work for 
                         you?

                                     MAST
                         You're going to thank me for this. 
                         You know what the media's like. They 
                         love this kinda shit. If that guy 
                         goes off half-cocked and gets himself 
                         hurt, you're going to have so much 
                         bad publicity, you...

                                     BURROWS
                              (interrupting)
                         I heard you the first time. We had 
                         nothing to go on with this kid. Just 
                         a runaway.
                              (a beat)
                         Do you really think he's in danger?

                                     MAST
                         If he has anything to say about it, 
                         yeah. I've been asking a lot of 
                         questions and I don't like the answers 
                         I'm getting. He's made a lot of people 
                         nervous, including some poor faggot 
                         who thought he was going to be a 
                         movie star.

                                     BURROWS
                         We aren't gonna arrest him for that...

                                     MAST
                              (interrupting)
                         Big threat. TV would ream you.

                                     BURROWS
                         Keep me informed of what he's up to. 
                         You help me, I'll help you.

               Mast nods.

                                     BURROWS
                              (continuing)
                         Why don't people stay where they 
                         belong?

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. SAN DIEGO AIRPORT - DAY

               Jake and Niki sit in a line of multi-colored plexi-glass 
               chairs in the Western Terminal of the airport. Niki munches 
               a pack of Chuckles while Jake, his elbows on his knees, looks 
               at the floor. Niki prattles on.

                                     NIKI
                         You know what your problem is? You're 
                         a very negative person. You think 
                         negatively.

               Jake tries to ignore her.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         You have to believe in something. 
                         What do they believe in -- the 
                         Whatjamacillit church?

                                     JAKE
                         Christian Reformed. It's a Dutch 
                         Calvinist denomination.

                                     NIKI
                         Do they believe in reincarnation? I 
                         believe in reincarnation.

                                     JAKE
                         They believe in the 'TULIP.'

                                     NIKI
                         What the crap?

                                     JAKE
                              (smiles)
                         It's an anagram. It comes from the 
                         Canons of Dort. Every letter stands 
                         for a different belief. T-U-L-I-P. 
                         Like -- are you sure you're interested 
                         in this?

                                     NIKI
                         Yeah, yeah, go on.

                                     JAKE
                         T stands for Total depravity, that 
                         is, all men, through original sin, 
                         are totally evil and incapable of 
                         good. 'All my works are like filthy 
                         rags in the sight of the Lord.'

                                     NIKI
                         Shit.

               Jake is charmed. He's never been called upon to explain his 
               beliefs to someone so totally ignorant of them.

                                     JAKE
                         Be that as it may. U is for 
                         Unconditional Election. God has chosen 
                         a certain number of people to be 
                         saved, The Elect, and He has chosen 
                         them from the beginning of time. L 
                         is for Limited Atonement. Only a 
                         limited number will be atoned, will 
                         go to Heaven.

                                     NIKI
                         Fuck.

                                     JAKE
                         I can stop if you want.

                                     NIKI
                         No, please go on.

               The INTERCOM ANNOUNCES a flight: Jake listens for a moment. 
               It's a flight to Mexico City.

                                     JAKE
                         I is for Irresistible Grace. God's 
                         grace cannot be resisted or denied. 
                         And P is for the Perseverance of the 
                         Saints. Once you are in Grace you 
                         cannot fall from the number of the 
                         elect. And that's the 'TULIP.'

                                     NIKI
                         Wait, wait. I'm trying to figure 
                         this out. This is like Rona Barrett. 
                         Before you become saved, God already 
                         knows who you are?

                                     JAKE
                         He has to. That's Predestination. If 
                         God is omniscient, if He knows 
                         everything -- and He wouldn't be God 
                         if He didn't -- then He must have 
                         known, even before the creation of 
                         the world, the names of those who 
                         would be saved.

                                     NIKI
                         So it's already worked out. The fix 
                         is in?

                                     JAKE
                         More or less.

                                     NIKI
                         Wow. Then why be good? Either you're 
                         saved or you ain't.

                                     JAKE
                         Out of gratitude for being chosen. 
                         That's where Grace comes in. God 
                         first chooses you, then allows you, 
                         by Grace, to choose Him of your own 
                         free will.

                                     NIKI
                              (amazed)
                         You really believe all that?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.
                              (shrugs)
                         Well, mostly.

                                     NIKI
                         I thought I was fucked up.

                                     JAKE
                         I'll admit it's confusing from the 
                         outside. You've got to see it from 
                         the inside.

                                     NIKI
                         If you see anything from the inside 
                         it makes sense. You ought to hear 
                         perverts talk. A guy once almost had 
                         me convinced to let his dachshund 
                         fuck me.

                                     JAKE
                         It's not quite the same thing.

                                     NIKI
                         It doesn't make any sense to me.

               The INTERCOM ANNOUNCES Western Flight #601 to San Francisco. 
               They rise.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TRAVEL LODGE - DAY

               Jake's rental car pulls into a San Francisco Travel Lodge.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. NORTH BEACH - AFTERNOON

               Niki places a call from a phone booth. Jake watches the 
               passing denizens of North Beach.

               The familiar sordid tableau is played out before his eyes: 
               massage parlors, peep shows, strip joints, sex shops.

                                     NIKI
                              (hangs up phone)
                         Tod'll meet you at the bookstore at 
                         Eddy and O'Farrell tomorrow noon. I 
                         told him you were a 'specialty' 
                         customer.

                                     JAKE
                         Why can't I meet him now?

               Niki, cocky, walks next to Jake. She is in her element. She 
               calls out to a pimp:

                                     NIKI
                         I hope your prick falls off.

               Jake, surprised, turns away from the pimp's cold stare.

                                     JAKE
                         Why can't I meet him now?

               Niki brazenly calls out to a strutting hooker:

                                     NIKI
                         Rot in hell, honey.
                              (to Jake)
                         He's busy now.

                                     JAKE
                         Where does he live.

                                     NIKI
                         Just a second. It's my ass I'm 
                         risking. You better do it my way. 
                         These fuckers don't mess around.

               Niki walks off. Jake follows.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TRAVEL LODGE - DUSK

               Jake's rental car is parked outside his motel room.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Jake sits on the edge of his bed, studying the crease in his 
               trousers.

               His shirt is partiallly open.

               Niki, swigging a Coke sits squatted atop the built in desk.

                                     JAKE
                         I must have been in more motel rooms 
                         this week than in the rest of my 
                         life. At least it feels that way.

                                     NIKI
                         I know what you mean. After a while 
                         they all look the same.

                                     JAKE
                         They are the same.

                                     NIKI
                         Do you live in a house back in 
                         wherever.

                                     JAKE
                         Grand Rapids? Of course.

                                     NIKI
                         On your own land?

               Jake nods.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         Just you and your daughter?

               Jake nods.

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         Look, I really don't know your 
                         daughter but...

                                     JAKE
                         But what?

                                     NIKI
                         I wouldn't expect too much. I mean 
                         about her coming back. Once a girl 
                         gets into the life.

                                     JAKE
                         What makes you so sure?

                                     NIKI
                              (changing the subject)
                         You wife isn't dead is she?

               Van Dorn surprised, turns around.

                                     JAKE
                         Why do you say that?

                                     NIKI
                         Just a guess. She ain't dead though 
                         is she?

               Jake shakes his head "no."

                                     NIKI
                              (continuing)
                         She left you right?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.
                              (a beat)
                         She was the one called Joanne. How'd 
                         you find that out?

                                     NIKI
                         Just a guess. Did you have it good 
                         with your wife? You know, sex.

               Jake resents Niki's forwardness: what business of hers is 
               this?

                                     JAKE
                         I don't blame you, Niki. Really I 
                         don't. It's this culture, where 
                         everything's based on sex, sold on 
                         sex...
                              (starts to get angry)
                         ...magazines, music, TV. It's 
                         destroying everything. Buy this 'cause 
                         of sex, use this 'cause of sex. Kids 
                         think it's normal. They think they're 
                         supposed to talk dirty, wear scanty 
                         clothes...

                                     NIKI
                              (interrupting)
                         Don't get upset. I lied too. I don't 
                         make no five hundred dollars a week. 
                         Everything I make goes to Granville.

                                     JAKE
                         Granville?

                                     NIKI
                         My man. 'Pimp.' I split 'cause he 
                         don't treat me for shit. Thinks he's 
                         so cool 'cause he's black. I once 
                         tried to take my clothes but he says, 
                         'You can't take 'em 'cause they're 
                         my clothes -- I bought 'em.' Yeah, 
                         with my fucking money...

               Jake doesn't want to get involved with Niki's problems:

                                     JAKE
                         Look, Niki, this really isn't my 
                         business. I don't know anything 
                         about...

                                     NIKI
                         So I guess we're both fucked, huh? 
                         But at least you get to go to heaven. 
                         I don't get shit.

               The DOORBELL RINGS. Jake, suspicious, walks over to the window 
               and peeks out. Seeing someone he recognizes, he opens the 
               door.

               Andy Mast, woebegone and wrinkled as usual, stands at the 
               door.

                                     MAST
                              (looking at Niki 
                              knowingly)
                         This is just how you found me once.

               Jake slips outside.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TRAVEL LODGE - DUSK

                                     JAKE
                         What are you doing here?

                                     MAST
                         I felt like such a shit, pilgrim, 
                         after what I did to you -- not that 
                         I did anything wrong -- that I kept 
                         investigating, poking around. There's 
                         some poor s.o.b. in L.A. with his 
                         face all bent out of shape who you've 
                         damaged his movie career. Lucky for 
                         him, people don't look at his face.

                                     JAKE
                         Do the police want to arrest me?

                                     MAST
                         Nah. They don't care about some faggot 
                         hustler. They're more interested in 
                         your daughter's health -- and yours. 
                         Like I am.

                                     JAKE
                              (disbelieving)
                         Yeah, sure.

                                     MAST
                         Listen, pilgrim, you're way out on a 
                         limb here. You don't know what you're 
                         into.

                                     JAKE
                         You sure as hell haven't been any 
                         help.

                                     MAST
                         I'm sorry about that. Have you found 
                         anything out? You've got to tell me.

                                     JAKE
                         Why don't you tell me something for 
                         a change?

                                     MAST
                         Like what?

                                     JAKE
                         Who is Ratan?

               Mast pales.

                                     MAST
                         Where'd you hear that name?

                                     JAKE
                         I just heard. Who is he?

               Mast walks toward the swimming pool.

               Mast looks at the still, blue surface of the pool. Jake steps 
               beside him. A tourist passes by with his two sons. Mast 
               thinks, then speaks:

                                     MAST
                         You know, it's possible to buy 
                         anything on this earth. You can buy 
                         child whores, slaves. You can have 
                         people raped, killed...
                              (a beat)
                         One of the men who supposedly arranges 
                         such things is named Ratan. He usually 
                         isn't in this country.
                              (a beat)
                         How'd you hear about him?

                                     JAKE
                         It's just a name.

                                     MAST
                         Don't do anything more. I'll find 
                         out what I can.

                                     JAKE
                              (nodding toward motel)
                         Does she know anything about this?

                                     MAST
                         Who? The whore? No. She's just a 
                         victim. A dime a dozen.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. JAKE'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Jake sleeps in his Travel Lodge bed.

               A jagged shard of blue light plays across his face.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. EDDY AND O'FARRELL STREETS - DAY

               Jake stands at the corner, then turns and enters the porn 
               bookstore.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. PANDORA'S BOOKS - DAY

               Jake looks around.

               Seeing no one he recognizes, he pays his admission fee walks 
               down a rack, picks up a copy of "Hot Twat," pages through 
               it.

               It's been over a week since Jake first stepped into a porno 
               bookstore. The change in his manner is striking. He now seems 
               at ease in the endless night-world of pandering and 
               pornography.

               A few moments later, a long-haired man steps up behind him. 
               The young man is wearing red alligator boots and a silver 
               and turquoise belt -- like the man in "Slave of Love." Tod 
               scrutinizes Jake a moment before speaking.

                                     TOD
                              (under his breath)
                         Hey, Jake.

               Jake turns. Tod gives him some skin. Tod seems unattractive 
               at first, but the longer one looks at him, the more oddly 
               sensual he appears.

                                     TOD
                              (continuing)
                         I hear you got money to spend.
                              (as Jake nods)
                         I hear you're interested in... 
                         interesting things.

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     TOD
                         Do you work for the San Francisco 
                         Police Department, or do you have 
                         any other affiliation with any law 
                         enforcement agency?

                                     JAKE
                         No.

                                     TOD
                         What you got in mind?

                                     JAKE
                         I want to meet Ratan.

                                     TOD
                              (backs off)
                         What is that? A kind of chair? I 
                         never heard of no Ratan.

                                     JAKE
                              (studying Tod)
                         I was told that there were certain 
                         things that only Ratan could provide.

                                     TOD
                         You're talking about real excitement?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah. I heard you and Ratan just 
                         came from Mexico. And that you had a 
                         film of a girl being, ah you know...

                                     TOD
                         Who told you about this?

                                     JAKE
                         Rucker.

                                     TOD
                         I don't know no Ratan, but I may be 
                         able to help you out. It's not me, 
                         of course. Just helping out a friend. 
                         It'll cost you five hundred bucks 
                         for a single screening.

                                     JAKE
                         Is this with a girl named Kristen?

                                     TOD
                              (nods)
                         Um-hm. You got the five hundred?

                                     JAKE
                         Well...

                                     TOD
                         Take it or leave it.

                                     JAKE
                         Okay.

                                     TOD
                         Meet me here today at seven o'clock. 
                         With the money. Then we'll go see 
                         the film.

                                     JAKE
                         Good.

               Tod puts his hand on Jake's shoulder and smiles.

                                     TOD
                         You ain't gonna ever have no thrill 
                         like this.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. TRAVEL LODGE - DUSK

               Niki sits on a bed watching a syndicated sitcom and munching 
               a Taco Bell enchilada.

               She hears a CAR pull up and a man's FOOTSTEPS walks to the 
               door.

               She cautiously gets up to see who it is.

               EXT. EDDY AND O'FARRELL STREETS - DUSK

               Jake walks out of Pandora's Books behind Tod. They turn the 
               corner and walk out of sight.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. JONES STREET - DUSK

               Jake and Tod enter the "Hot Pink" massage parlor. A sign on 
               the front door reads: "Sex/Intercourse/Here."

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOT PINK - NIGHT

               Tod leads Jake past two girls into the back of the parlor. 
               Tod smiles to one of the parlor girls and touches the other.

               INT. MASSAGE PARLOR - NIGHT

               Tod ushers Jake into a barren "office" in the rear of the 
               parlor.

               A sheet has been tacked up at one end of the office. Across 
               the room, the projectionist, a boy about 15, stands next to 
               a battered old 16mm silent projector.

               Two other men sit in the darkened room. One looks middle-
               aged and decadent; the other, about 26, wears jeans, a western 
               shirt, and a beat up flight jacket. He's saved up several 
               years for this.

               Jake sits in an empty office chair next to the other men.

               Tod nods to the boy and he starts up the projector. A grainy 
               black and white image appears on the screen.

               The projectionist punches a cheap cassette player which echoes 
               scratchy Mexican fiesta music through the room.

               It's clear why the projectionist has chosen a Latin sound 
               track: the film is set up in a Tijuana flophouse.

               On screen, a girl with long blonde hair and Kristen's build 
               sits on the edge of a barren double bed. She wears jeans and 
               a shirt. Her face is covered by a black leather mask. The 
               eye slits are taped shut.

               A Cerveza poster of a half-naked Mexican girl hangs on the 
               wall behind her.

               A young Mexican, stripped to the waist, walks over to the 
               girl. Taking instructions from someone off camera, he starts 
               to undress her.

               The girl, unable to see her seducer, nevertheless submits to 
               his desires.

               Jake watches the screen from the shadows. The pale images 
               flicker across a metal filing cabinet behind him. Tod slips 
               out of the room.

               On screen, the young Mexican has finished the girl. He turns 
               to the director for further instructions.

               A man wearing a white suit walks into the frame. He flashes 
               a stiletto from his sleeve and stabs the young Mexican. The 
               girl, not able to see what is happening, turns her head 
               quizzically.

               Jake watches in unbelieving horror. The young man in the 
               flight jacket is calm and dispassionate.

               The young Mexican falls to the floor bleeding. The man in 
               the white suit bends down and wipes the stiletto on the 
               Mexican's pant leg.

               The man in the white suit steps over to the girl and puts 
               one hand under her mask. He lifts his stiletto again. He 
               rips off the mask from the girl's face; it is not Kristen.

               Jake is relieved. The faces of the others are full of 
               anticipation.

               Jake's relief turns to horror at what he now sees. Blurred 
               images reflect against the metal cabinet behind him.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. TRAVEL LODGE - NIGHT

               Mast, waiting for Jake, talks to Niki. The TV still plays in 
               the background.

                                     MAST
                         You know Granville's looking for 
                         you, Niki?

                                     NIKI
                         My name ain't Niki. It's Pattica, 
                         like in Attica.

                                     MAST
                         Granville's looking for you anyway.

                                     NIKI
                              (arrogant)
                         Who's that?

                                     MAST
                         The guy who bought you that ring.

                                     NIKI
                         Well, he can just fuck himself.

               She pulls off her ring and starts to hand it to Mast.

                                     MAST
                         Keep it, honey. You're gonna need 
                         it. I know that boy. He can make 
                         life real tough for a working girl. 
                         He'll string you out again.

               Gestures to his veins.

                                     NIKI
                         You can fuck off, too.

                                     MAST
                         You're taking a big chance.

                                     NIKI
                         I ain't ever gonna see him again 
                         anyway.

                                     MAST
                         Oh no? What you gonna do? Get a job?

               Niki, sullen, looks away. Then, defensive, she says what 
               she's been thinking.

                                     NIKI
                         Jake'll take care of me.

                                     MAST
                         Who? Van Dorn? You must be kidding 
                         yourself, honey. You think once that 
                         guy finds his daughter he'll care 
                         about you?

               Niki looks away again.

               A car pulls in front of the motel room. They both turn toward 
               the door.

               Jake, weary and angry, walks in out of the night. Ignoring 
               Mast, he takes Niki by the arm and leads her out of earshot.

                                     JAKE
                         Niki...

               When Mast moves to overhear them, Jake turns and edges him 
               toward the door.

                                     MAST
                         What happened, pilgrim?

                                     JAKE
                              (forceful)
                         Just leave me alone.

                                     MAST
                         But I'm here to help you...

               Jake ushers Mast out the door and chains it. Mast waits 
               outside as Jake returns to Niki.

                                     NIKI
                         Did you find out where she was?

                                     JAKE
                         Tod gave me the slip. I have to find 
                         him again. Where does he live?

                                     NIKI
                              (sensing something is 
                              wrong)
                         What happened?

                                     JAKE
                              (cold)
                         Where is he?

                                     NIKI
                         I can't tell you that.

               Taking Niki gently by the shoulder, Jake sits her on the 
               edge of the bed. He speaks in a calm, forceful, parental 
               tone:

                                     JAKE
                         Listen, Niki. My daughter's been 
                         missing five months. I've gone through 
                         a lot to find out what's happened to 
                         her. I just saw a girl killed. I 
                         will not let Tod slip out of my hands. 
                         You have to tell me where he is.

                                     NIKI
                         But then you'll forget about me.

                                     JAKE
                              (insistent)
                         Where is he, Niki?

               Jake starts to raise his hand.

                                     NIKI
                              (relents)
                         Try a place called the House of 
                         Bondage. It's a plain black storefront 
                         next to Jane's. There are some 
                         apartments in back.

               Jake stands up and, taking Niki's head in his hands, kisses 
               her on the forehead.

                                     JAKE
                         I won't forget you.

               Jake turns and exits.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. TRAVEL LODGE - NIGHT

               Jake passes Mast and heads for his car. Mast restrains him.

                                     MAST
                         What are you doing, pilgrim? Where 
                         are you going?

               Jake tries to push his way past Mast.

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         Let me take care of this. I don't 
                         want you to get hurt.

               Jake pushes Mast aside. Mast continues to talk as Jake opens 
               his car door and gets in.

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         Don't do anything until the police 
                         get there. Don't hurt that girl.

               Jake turns his car and takes off. Mast hurries back into the 
               motel room.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. TRAVEL LODGE - NIGHT

               Mast heads immediately for the phone, talking to Niki as he 
               goes:

                                     MAST
                         You've got to tell me where he's 
                         going.

               Mast sits down and dials.

                                     MAST
                              (continuing)
                         Hello, police? My name's Mast. Get 
                         me Joe Klein in Vice.

               Mast turns to Niki:

                                     MAST
                              (continuing; tough)
                         You don't know that man. He'll hurt 
                         his own fucking daughter. I've got 
                         to stop him.
                              (a beat)
                         You know about Ratan, don't you?

               Niki looks on in fear and confusion.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. EDDY STREET - NIGHT

               Van Dorn walks down the garish neon strip past "Jane's 
               Pleasure House" to an unmarked black storefront. The door is 
               open.

               A light shines on a sign reading: "387 OPEN."

               He walks in.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOUSE OF BONDAGE - NIGHT

               As Jake steps through the barred black door, he is hit with 
               a wave of familiar smells: Human sweat, blood and sexual 
               fluids.

               The House of Bondage specializes in the three "disciplines:" 
               bondage, dominance and humiliation. It has four domination 
               rooms, each decorated in a different decor -- Babylonian, 
               Medieval, Louis Quatorze, prison motifs -- to satisfy a 
               variety of tastes.

               Two dominants, dressed in black satin pants and shirts, sit 
               on the sofa. HOPE, wearing a black silver-studded collar, 
               walks over to Jake. Her voice is hard:

                                     HOPE
                         Hello. You want some information?

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah.

                                     HOPE
                         We offer...

                                     JAKE
                         Yeah, yeah...

                                     HOPE
                         ...the disciplines: bondage, 
                         domination and humiliation.

                                     JAKE
                         I'm looking for Tod. Is he in?

                                     HOPE
                         I don't know no Tod.

                                     JAKE
                         What girls you got here?

                                     HOPE
                         My name is Hope. This is Faith.
                              (gestures to girl on 
                              sofa)
                         Charity's in back.

                                     JAKE
                         That's all you got, three girls?

                                     HOPE
                         Man, how many girls do you need?

                                     JAKE
                         I was told there was a real nice 
                         girl here named Joanne. Quite young.

                                     HOPE
                         That's Charity. She's out back. She'll 
                         be free in half hour.

               Jake pushes her aside.

               The girls watch with surprise as Jake marches through the 
               curtain toward the rear of the parlor.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. HOUSE OF BONDAGE - REAR - NIGHT

               Jake steps down the corridor. A customer emerges from a room 
               and passes him.

               He slides open one door: the Medieval Dungeon is empty. He 
               continues on.

               He passes the Louis Quatorze Room. It, too, is empty.

               Hope calls from behind Jake:

                                     HOPE (O.S.)
                         Tod!

               Tod steps into the corridor in front of Jake. Tod squints to 
               recognize the intruder.

                                     TOD
                              (suspicious)
                         What do you want?
                              (scrutinizes him)
                         Do I know you from somewhere?

                                     JAKE
                         I want to know where my daughter is. 
                         Her name is Kristen, or Joanne. She's 
                         with you.

                                     TOD
                         I don't know what you're talking 
                         about.

               He starts to leave.

                                     JAKE
                         The police know about Ratan. They 
                         know he's here with you. They know 
                         everything.

               Tod is taken aback, but tries not to show it.

                                     TOD
                         Oh, yeah? Goody for them.

               Tod starts past Jake, but Jake stretches out his hand.

                                     TOD
                              (continuing)
                         Get the fuck out of here.

               Tod tries to push past Van Dorn but Jake grabs his arms and 
               tries to twist them. Tod breaks free and Jake smacks him 
               across his forehead with his open hand.

                                     TOD
                              (continuing)
                         You wait here. I'll find out where 
                         she is.

                                     JAKE
                         You ain't goin' nowhere alone.

               Jake is beyond reasoning. Tod looks around for an alternate 
               route of escape.

               Tod ducks into the Prison Room. Jake follows.

               Vertical bars cover the grey walls. Handcuffs and chains 
               hang from the bars. In the center of the room, a Harley 
               Davidson "Hog" is incongruously mounted, its front wheel 
               pointed skyward. Leather straps are attached to the 
               handlebars.

               Tod skirts the Harley and pushes it toward Jake as he enters. 
               The huge 1200-pound machine crashes toward Van Dorn.

               Jake jumps back as the bike bounces in front of him, then 
               starts for Tod.

               Lowering his shoulder, Tod smashes through the thin pasteboard 
               wall. Jake, steeping over the motorcycle, pursues.

               In the Louis Quatorze Room, Jake grabs Tod by the shoulders 
               and spins him around. Tod swings as he turns, hitting Jake. 
               Jake grabs Tod's legs as he falls.

               They both crash through the next pasteboard wall into the 
               Medieval Dungeon.

               Tod breaks free, runs through the dungeon and bursts through 
               the last pasteboard wall. Jake pulls himself to his feet and 
               follows.

                                     JAKE
                         Where is she?

               Hope and Faith, standing against the wall, watch as Tod and 
               Jake burst through the wall and dash out the front door.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. O'FARRELL - NIGHT

               Jake chases Tod out of the House of Bondage.

               Van Dorn pushes one girl, knocks over another and catches up 
               with Tod at the corner.

               He tackles Tod around the waist, rams him into a building 
               and turns him around.

                                     JAKE
                         Where's Ratan?

                                     TOD
                         Who?

               Jake grabs the young man by his hair and pulls him down the 
               street. Tod yelps.

                                     JAKE
                         Ratan!

               Passing a parking meter, Jake smashes Tod's head into it. 
               Tod's forehead cracks into the glass.

               Tod, bleeding, protests:

                                     TOD
                         That film was a fake! Everything's 
                         phony...

                                     JAKE
                         Ratan!

               When Tod doesn't immediately answer, Jake rams his skull 
               into the next parking meter. Tod, bleeding, dazed, struggles 
               to stay on his feet. Jake pulls him forward.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         I know he's here!

               Gripping his hair more tightly, Van Dorn drags him to the 
               next parking meter and smashes his head into it.

                                     JAKE
                              (continuing)
                         Ratan!

               Curious bystanders watch Jake smash the youth's bleeding 
               head into the next parking meter.

                                     TOD
                              (terrified)
                         Who the fuck knows? The Four Aces. 
                         He goes there.

                                     JAKE
                         Let's go.

               Van Dorn pulls Tod down the sidewalk toward the Four Aces.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. FOUR ACES - NIGHT

               Van Dorn pulls the bleeding Tod into the Four Aces, a low-
               life strip club.

               A dozen solo patrons are scattered around the dimly lit bar. 
               On stage, a couple performs a routine sex simulation act to 
               a scratchy Barry White record.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. HOUSE OF BONDAGE - NIGHT

               Two police cars, dome lights flashing, pull up in front of 
               the House of Bondage. Mast's car pulls up behind them.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. FOUR ACES - NIGHT

               A man wearing a white suit sits at a table with several girls. 
               He immediately recognizes Tod. This is RATAN. The man who 
               killed the young Mexican and girl in the film.

               Ratan starts to rise. Jake drops Tod and heads toward Ratan.

               A girl wearing a skimpy halter stands up between Ratan and 
               Jake. She turns and looks back at Jake: it is Kristen.

               She is terrified. Kristen turns and runs away, stumbling 
               over a chair.

               Ratan rushes toward the front door.

               In the same instant Jake sees Kristen falling, Ratan fleeing.

               Trying to get around Jake, Ratan flashes his stiletto forward.

               A gash razors across Jake's upper chest.

               Ratan's stiletto flashes forward: Jake's arm is cut. Jake 
               clasps Ratan and thrusts him backward.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. FOUR ACES - NIGHT

               The street fills with SIRENS, flashing light and police.

               Mast rushes toward The Four Aces. Niki follows.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. FOUR ACES - NIGHT

               Jake rams Ratan backward into the smoke-colored front window.

               Ratan's back smashes through the plate glass. Ratan's feet 
               lift off the floor as he falls backward.

               Sinking backward against the broken glass, Ratan swings his 
               stiletto at Jake.

               Jake, protecting himself from the knife, flips Ratan over.

               Ratan's chest and stomach rasp across the jagged glass.

               Jake grabs Ratan's head in both his hands and forces it 
               downward onto the bottom edge of the jagged window frame.

               He rubs Ratan's neck across the glass: every artery, vein 
               and capillary rip out of Ratan's neck.

               Ratan collapses against the window frame.

               TWO OFFICERS, guns drawn, rush toward Ratan's body. The Second 
               Officer pulls out his handcuffs, then realizes it will not 
               be needed.

               Jake turns and heads toward where he last saw Kristen.

               The First Officer aims his gun at Jake and calls out:

                                     FIRST OFFICER
                         Halt!

               Mast and plainclothes officer (Joe Klein), rush over and 
               instruct the Officers to ease off.

               Jake walks across the now empty bar. Several tables are 
               overturned.

               Jake walks to the table where Kristen tripped. Following her 
               logical path, Jake walks into the women's rest room.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. REST ROOM - NIGHT

               Kristen squeezes herself against the yellow rest room wall.

               Trembling, she holds her twisted ankle and looks at her father 
               in fear.

               Jake takes off his torn coat and drapes it over his daughter's 
               shoulders. She tries not to look at him.

                                     KRISTEN
                         Don't hurt me.

                                     JAKE
                         Come on, Kristen. Let's go home.

               He helps her up.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. O'FARRELL - NIGHT

               Flashing red and yellow lights illuminate the chaos:

               -- Curious mobs press against police lines.

               -- Ambulance attendants lift Ratan's body onto a stretcher.

               -- The two officers handcuff a bloodied and confused Tod.

               -- Police officers interview Hope, Faith and other by- 
               standers.

               Mast walks over to Jake and Kristen. Niki watches from a 
               distance.

                                     JAKE
                         There's another one. Tod. In the 
                         club.

               Mast watches the ambulance attendants cover Ratan's body. 
               Jake leads Kristen to a police car and places her in the 
               rear seat.

               Jake sees Niki in the crowd. She is watching Jake and Kristen. 
               She knows she no longer has a place in his life.

               He walks over to her.

                                     JAKE
                         Niki, maybe I can... There's probably 
                         some way to...

               Niki does what Jake cannot: she breaks the connection.

                                     NIKI
                              (ice cold)
                         You got your daughter. I got my money. 
                         So now fuck off.

               Niki turns on her heel and walks into the neon darkness.

               Jake walks back to Mast.

                                     JAKE
                         Andy, can you do something for her? 
                         Maybe money...

                                     MAST
                         Go home, pilgrim. There's nothing 
                         you can do. Forget this place. Start 
                         over.

               Jake walks back to where his daughter waits for him.

               The MUSIC turns into an orchestrated version of "Precious 
               Memories."

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               MONTAGE

               As the MUSIC RISES we DISSOLVE BETWEEN:

               -- Wes, Anne and Marsha welcome Kristen back in their home. 
               Anne embraces her tearfully.

               -- Jake, back at work, talks to Mary near the lathes.

               -- Niki, wearing white vinyl boots and a blonde wig, walks 
               the streets of Los Angeles.

               -- Kristen lies sleeping peacefully in her bedroom.

               -- Jake sleeps. Blue light falls across his face.

               Slowly, burning through his face, the grainy black and white 
               image of a girl wearing a black mask appears. A hand reaches 
               down to pull off the mask.

               Jake wakes suddenly from his dream, his screaming face double-
               exposed with the terrified young girl's.

                                                                  FADE OUT:

                                         THE END