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INT. SILVER LANCE PRODUCTIONS - DAY Wow, this is hot. Two women are on a guy, all are basically naked, bodies are damp with sweat and God knows what else. Their MOANS OF PLEASURE are loud and deep. WOMAN #1 Ooooh, Boris. You are so huge...oh! Oh. Oh! A pair of eyes, focused and intense, watches the action in the dark. BORIS All the way in, baby. All. The. Way. Innnnn... The second woman unceremoniously moves her ass over Boris' face. BORIS (CONT'D) Yeeeaahh, that's right,the...urrrrrffffgghhhh WOMAN #1 Oh yeahhhhhhh. Gimme that... The pair of eyes continues to watch. WOMAN #2 That's so goood. Candy, baby, touch me...mmmm here, yeah, there you go. Aaaahh! You got th- The action suddenly freezes. There is a dark object center top screen. The watching eyes go wide. Back to the porn, which is stuck in time. WAYNE (O.S.) Goddamn boom mike. Out on the overall scene, which turns out to be an editing bay in a nondescript office. Occupying the bay and working the movie on the monitor is WAYNE BINGHAM, a slim young(ish) man. WAYNE (CONT'D) Every frickin' time, these guys with the mike. Shaking his head, he makes a cut on the editing bay. WAYNE (CONT'D) Goodbye Mr. Microphone. Too bad I have to cut the dialogue. Shakespearean though it is. Back to the action, as it is fast forwarded to the next sequence. The scene is positioned to the beginning of the take. Another girl has joined the action. NEW GIRL Boris, you found some toys to play with! That makes me so itchy. Hellooo girls... Wayne's eyes seem to find this more appealing. Apparently there's no boom mike in this one. WOMAN #2 Boris, your wife is hot. She really seems to know her way around a...oooh, ahhh, mmmmm... Here come THE MOANS again. And heavy GRUNTS from the male lead. Then some WILD SQUEALING from woman #1 joining the action. These sounds combine and intensify to approach a CRESCENDO OF PURE ANIMAL PLEASURE. Wayne's PHONE RINGS. WAYNE Jesus, who the hell? I'm working. He answers it. WAYNE (CONT'D) Yeah, hello? He nearly shouts this, as the booth is now filled with the sounds of SCREAMING, GRUNTING, SHOUTING, WHOOPING, WILD, ASTOUNDING SEX. WAYNE (CONT'D) Mom! Oh, ah, hi... He scrambles for the volume control. MOM (O.S.) Hi Wayne! I'm glad I finally got you. Are you busy? It sounds like you're having sex. That's wonderful. I can call back later. WAYNE No, ah... The volume control is located, and the soundtrack is neutralized. WAYNE (CONT'D) I'm just...listening to a few...uh, a few music, a little people, for...from work, ah...how are you? MOM (O.S.) I'm fine. But I'm worried about you. I haven't heard from you in a week. You moved to California two months ago and we've only talked, like, six times. Are you okay? Eating enough? Is there any new girl in your life since Mia left with... WAYNE (abruptly) I've been pretty busy with work. MOM (O.S.) And how's that going? Are you writing yet? You were looking for those kinds of jobs. WAYNE Well, the strike is still on, mom, so little chance there. I'll need to keep the part-time gig, at least for the moment. MOM (O.S.) That's so nice. My son, the movie editor! On the monitor, the four actors rabidly fornicate in silence. MOM (O.S.) (CONT'D) By the way, Sandy Magruder stopped in the other day. Have you heard from Bobby? WAYNE (more attentive) No, I haven't. Is there any news, did she say when he's coming? MOM (O.S.) No. It's strange; she hasn't heard from Bobby in weeks. I hope he's okay. WAYNE Yeah, me too. He's supposed to be here by now...but this is Bobby we're talking about. I shouldn't be so anxious; he'll turn up sooner or later. Probably unannounced, knowing him. MOM (O.S.) I hope nothing happened to him. WAYNE I doubt it. He's got the gods from all major religions looking after him. He's the luckiest guy I've ever known. Could be he landed some nice gig or met a hot new girl over in Europe. Something that would move "calling home" down the priority ladder. He committed to joining me here, though. And he does keep his promises. MOM (O.S.) Still, it makes you wonder. WAYNE It does, it does. And I have a rent payment coming up. That second bedroom is still waiting for him. MOM (O.S.) I could send you some money if... WAYNE No, no, no. I'm not that desperate yet. MOM (O.S.) Okay. I'm sorry I interrupted you at work. Can we talk later? WAYNE Sure, I'll give you a call. MOM (O.S.) Okay, super. Bye now. And I hope you do hear from Bobby soon. WAYNE Oh, I'm certain I will. Goodbye. He kills the call. WAYNE (CONT'D) I hope so, anyway... Wayne turns up the soundtrack on his movie, and as he returns to work...
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