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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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