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It parks under a no parking sign. INT. OFFICE BOB SHANDLIDGE, a man in his late thirties, in casual business attires sits at a desk. Sitting a chair in front of him is a young man. GARY So what kind of work are you looking for? YOUNG MAN Anything really. GARY What sort of experience do you have? YOUNG MAN Just some retail, but I have a degree in communications. GARY Have you ever done any factory work? YOUNG MAN No GARY Would you like to? YOUNG MAN No GARY It’s no dream job I admit, but it’s cash right? YOUNG MAN I’m not interested. Do you have any thing else? GARY What happened to anything really? YOUNG MAN I meant anything aside from factory work. GARY That’s all we have. Things are pretty slow right now. YOUNG MAN I’d rather mug old ladies than work in a factory. GARY That’s a good attitude. Good work ethic. Tell you what, just take my card in case you change your mind. YOUNG MAN Whatever. He takes the card and puts in the back of his baggy jeans and leaves. Gary pages his secretary. GARY Send in the next one Candice. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. When he looks up he sees a man in the doorway. COPPERHEAD is a black male in a three quarter length leather coat. He has a gold tooth and a tattoo of a cobra that covers the top half of his face. He strolls in, leaning on a cane with a gold cobra handle. COPPERHEAD You the cat can help me find some one to care of my business? GARY Actually I’m interviewing people on behalf of our clients. Are you looking for work? COPPERHEAD No, I run my own company. I need someone to watch it while I’m gone. GARY Have you registered with our company? COPPERHEAD Nah, that’s what I’m here for. GARY Well I interview job applicants. I don’t handle employer accounts. Sandy does that and she’s on vacation. COPPERHEAD Look holmes, I just need you to find someone trustworthy to keep my … affairs in order. Someone to oversee my operations. GARY I understand your needs but it’s not my department. You can register to use our services when Sandy comes back next week. COPPERHEAD Later for that. Can you do some shit? GARY Why don’t you use another agency? There’s at least a dozen you could use. Besides, our rates are pretty steep. COPPERHEAD Shit nigga, that’s all you had to say. He reaches in his pocket and withdraws a gold money clip. He peels off a couple bills from a wad of hundreds. COPPERHEAD Two hundred good? GARY I don’t think you understand. I don’t have the authority to take on new clients. COPPERHEAD Three? GARY What sort of business is it? COPPERHEAD I manage slash promote a modelling slash talent agency. GARY Is this an adult entertainment business by any chance? COPPERHEAD Nah, it’s dancing and magic tricks and shit. GARY How big is the staff? COPPERHEAD I’ve got five fine ass bitches. GARY Please don’t take offence but it sounds like your talking about prostitutes. COPPERHEAD Do I look like a pimp to you? GARY I’m not sure what you look like. COPPERHEAD Cuz I’m black and wear fine threads right? GARY I’m not making any accusations but given the description of your business, it sounds kind of shady to me. COPPERHEAD I can’t believe this. In 2006 I still get stereotyped cuz a how I look. GARY I’m sorry if I offended you. COPPERHEAD Don’t sweat it. So can you help me? GARY I need to know exactly what you need a temp to do. COPPERHEAD Booking appointments, driving the … entertainers to the appointments, collecting the cash. That sort of thing. GARY Are you sure you’re not a pimp? COPPERHEAD Ok, good for you Kojak. You figured it out. Cracked the case. I’m a pimp. A mack. A big money hustler. Ain’t that some shit? Gary stirs uncomfortably in his seat. COPPERHEAD So can you get somebody? GARY Look, take your money back. Gary slides the bills back to him. I’m afraid I can’t help you. COPPERHEAD Why not? GARY Because it’s illegal. I could lose my job. COPPERHEAD Maybe once you talk to my friend you’ll change your mind. GARY I highly doubt that. COPPERHEAD That’s cuz you haven’t met my friend yet. GARY And who might that be? Copperhead whips out a switchblade and brandishes it in front of Gary’s face. He pops the blade out. COPPERHEAD His name is Stabby. Gary gulps in terror. GARY I’ll see what I can do. EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE – DAY A paperboy skateboards by a pleasant house with a well kept lawn. He flings the paper onto the doorstep. Seconds later a house robed neighbour walks into frame and steals the paper. INT. BEDROOM – DAY PAUL PALMER, a white man in his early forties stares at two shirts laid out on his bed. He’s wearing boxer shorts, a white tank top and black knee high socks. His wife, MARLO GREGSON-PALMER enters from the bathroom, fully dressed MARLO You’re not dressed yet? PAUL Honey can you help me? MARLO What is it dear? PAUL I can’t decide what shirt to wear. The pea green polo or the lemon yellow one? I know I’m not officially on company time but how casual should I go? MARLO Does it matter? PAUL You don’t think the yellow would be over doing it? MARLO I think you’re overdoing it? PAUL Overdoing what? MARLO Your office picnic fashion turmoil. PAUL I guess you’re right. I’ll go with the green. INT. BEDROOM – DAY A pudgy teen, WESLEY PALMER, lies in bed toking a roach. Posters of Japanese horror movies adorn his walls. Video games and DVD’s litter the floor. Dave Mathews is playing on the radio. There’s a knock on his door. PAUL Hey buddy. You dressed yet? WESLEY Uh no. In a sec. He goes to extinguish the joint but drops it. He knocks over his night table in a mad scramble to find it before it burns the carpet. PAUL You OK in there? WESLEY Uh yeah, fine. I just tripped. Paul opens the door. He sees his son on his hands and knees patting the floor. PAUL What are you doing? What smells? WESLEY Nothing. I was just doing a … science project. Got out of hand. Paul examines the room suspiciously. PAUL You were doing homework on a Saturday morning? Wesley nods. WESLEY Yeah, thought I’d get a jump start. Marlo enters the room. MARLO What’s going on in here? Paul sits beside his son on the bed and ruffles his unkempt hair. PAUL Our boy’s finally starting to show some initiative. Can you believe he’s getting such an early start on his homework? MARLO If his major is slacking 101 and his class is wake and baking, then I believe he’ll get an A plus. PAUL What are you saying? That our son is doing the reefer? Marlo walks over to his nightstand and picks up the crushed roach. MARLO In bed no less. You could’ve burnt the house down. WESLEY I was awake. MARLO It’s eight in the morning Wesley. Really. WESLEY I only did it cause we’re going to that stupid picnic. How else do you expect me to cope. I hate potato salad. Paul stands. PAUL It goes without saying that I’m very disappointed in you. Marijuana is for deadbeats and liberals. No son of mine is going to be a pothead. At least not until you’re eight- teen. You’re going to this picnic and when we come back (continued) You’ll get your punishment. WESLEY Isn’t the picnic punishment enough? MARLO I think he should be disciplined now. Paul leans over and whispers in his wife’s ear. PAUL Can’t it wait? I think he should be allowed to have fun at the picnic. MARLO No PAUL What did you have in mind MARLO, to son Grounded, for one month. No allowance, no electronics of any kind. WESLEY Aw C’mon! Not even the microwave? MARLO No. Paul shuts off the radio playing the Dave Mathews band. PAUL And no more of this damn hip hop! EXT. PARK – DAY A crowd of employees attend a summer picnic. Some of them play volleyball and Frisbee but most mull around the barbeques. Paul and his family make their way through the throngs. MARLO Make sure you stay away from the chilli this year. You don’t want to ruin another pair of khakis. PAUL Yes dear. CUT TO R.J. REMINGTON, a youthful, handsome man in yuppie attire observes the proceedings with thinly veiled disgust. On the stage next to him is his VP, BARBERA. R.J. Eat up you parasites. Enjoy your last suckle at the teat of R.J. Remington. BARB Sir, don’t you think it would be wise to tread lightly until the deal is finalized? R.J. I’m a business Barb, not a politician. Tact means nothing to me. A couple walks the stage. They give R.J. a forced smile. He nods back. R.J. (muttering) Leeches. CUT TO Paul is about to fix his plate at the buffet table but stares dumbfounded at the spread. A man is getting impatient behind him. It’s the staffing agent from the first scene. BOB It’s free you know. You don’t have to eat what you don’t like. PAUL I’m just trying to figure out what this is. BOB You never had Indian food before? PAUL No. Never. I’m more of a meat and potatoes man myself. BOB It’s good if you like spicy. Try the Tandori chicken. Paul shrugs and starts to load his plate with food. BOB Say, do I know you? PAUL I’m Paul, Marlo’s husband. Bob shakes his head, still unsure. PAUL Your wife’s friend Marlo. I’m her husband. We went to Cape Cod last summer. BOB Oh right. So sorry buddy. I’ve had a few lunch brew skis. Kind of fuzzy you know? PAUL No harm done. So where is Linda? BOB Over there, talking to some people. Paul looks over and sees a woman talking to a group. She wears a sundress that does little to hide a protruding belly. PAUL Oh, congrats. I didn’t know you guys were expecting. There is an uncomfortable pause as Bob glares at him. BOB We’re not. PAUL Oh God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t… BOB Heh, relax Chief. I was just jerking your chain. She’s due in a month. PAUL, laughing sheepishly Ha ha. You got me. Good one. You’re first right? BOB. Yep. A boy. Paul nods in approval. PAUL Say, don’t you find this odd? We always have hot dogs, ham burgers, potato salad, chilli. Why Indian? BOB Don’t know. You guys have new clients? PAUL Not that I know of. I haven’t registered any new accounts. BOB Never look a gift whore in the vagina. That’s what I always say. Paul tastes some of the food to his mouth for the first time. The instant it touches his tongue he spits it out. PAUL All in all, I’d prefer the chilli. CUT TO Barb stands at a podium on the stage. She speaks into a microphone. BARB Can I have everyone’s attention? I’d like to welcome you all to the annual Remington company picnic once again. I hope you’re having a good time and enjoying the East Indian cuisine provided by our new investors. So without further ado, allow me to introduce the president and C.E.O. Mr. R.J. Remington. There is a smattering of unenthusiastic applause. R.J. takes the stage. R.J. Thank you all for coming. I’ll make this brief because we’re here for pleasure not business. As you may have heard there’s been some rumours of downsizing. Well I can assure you they are unfounded. We are here to stay and we will continue to run things the American way. The crown claps in approval. R.J. There will be no outsourcing. I won’t have a bunch of towel… R.J. notices Barb making a throat slashing motion. R.J. No outside sources. Your jobs are secure so long as I’m in charge. In fact, I’m sure you’ll all be happy to know I’ve doubled your bonuses this year as a show of thanks for dedication and loyalty. The crowd cheers. R.J. waves to the crowd as he walks from the podium. R.J. (muttering) Like hogs in shit. EXT. SOLUTION STAFFING PARKING LOT – DAY A Saturn SL turns into the lot. Inside, Bob sips in a coffee. BOB Ah, what the fuck is this? A black Cadillac with gold trim is parked in his space. Bob puts his car and stomps out. As he approaches, the caddy door opens. A cane slides out, soon followed by its owner, Copperhead. Bob stops in mid stride and rushes back to his car. He puts his hand on the door and tries to open it but Copperhead keeps it shut with his cane. COPPERHEAD Going somewhere? BOB I just forgot some papers. COPPERHEAD Did you get anybody yet? BOB I’m still in the process of interviewing potential candidates. COPPERHEAD Don’t bullshit me. You ain’t done shit. BOB I can’t do what you’re asking me too. I don’t want to go to jail. COPPERHEAD You prefer the hospital? BOB OK, this is the second time you’ve threatened me. That alone can get you incarcerated. COPPERHEAD You gonna call five-o on me? Turn my ass in? He takes a cell out of his coat and hands it to Bob. COPPERHEAD Here. Call’em. Bob starts dialling. Copperhead backhands him across the face. Bob drops the phone and stumbles. COPPERHEAD You stupid mutherfucka. Bob rubs his cheek. BOB, pleading Can’t you get one of homies to take care of it? COPPERHEAD You want another taste? BOB No. COPPERHEAD Then you better find someone fast cracker. BOB Ok, ok. I’ll get someone. COPPERHEAD Good. The pimp smashes his driver’s side passenger window with his cane. Glass shatters everywhere. BOB What the hell was that for! COPPERHEAD When I come back and my hos ain’t made me any money, that window’s gonna be yo face. Bob cowers. EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY A Honda Civic GX passes through traffic. Inside Paul is rocking out to Phil Collin’s Easy Lover. CUT TO Paul pulling into his work’s parking lot. There are two big moving vans out front. After parking he gives them a cursory glance as he walks by, humming Easy Lover. CUT TO Paul says hi to the front desk secretary. He doesn’t notice a statue of Hindu elephant God Ginesh as he enters the office. CUT TO He enters his office. He hangs his blazer on a coat rack and takes a seat at his desk. He logs onto his computer and turns on the radio. He is oblivious to the Indian music that fills the room. The phone rings. He puts it on speaker. PAUL Paul speaking. R.J. Hey Paul. R.J. Can I see you in my office. PAUL Sure thing. INT. R.J.’S OFFICE R.J. reclines in large leather chair. There are several pictures of boats on his wall. In one he holds up a prize fish on his yacht. In another he runs with the bulls in Pamplona. A third picture depicts him lifting weights in a gym. Paul enters. R.J. Have a seat Paul. Paul takes a seat. R.J. I’ve got some good news and some bad news. And some more good news and also as a follow up some more bad news. What would you like to hear first? PAUL Uh, the bad news. R.J. The first one or the second one? PAUL The first I guess. R.J. We’re going to have to make some changes around here to remain competitive in todays work a day, hustle and bustle, information superhighway age. That said, I’m going to have to lay off your staff. PAUL Oh no. Are you serious? Who? R.J. All of them. PAUL I can’t believe this. This is terrible. What’s the good news? R.J. You won’t have to do it. PAUL Why is that? R.J. That brings us to the other bad news, I have to lay you off as well. PAUL What!? This is… I don’t know what to… for how long? R.J. Indefinitely. PAUL What’s the other good news? R.J. Excuse me? PAUL You said there was other good news. R.J. I did? Oh sorry. I meant bad news, good news, bad news. Yeah, that’s right. PAUL How can you run the company without an accounting department? R.J. It’s going to be handled by a firm in Bombay. PAUL You are outsourcing! R.J. Everyone’s doing it. INT. PAUL’S CAR – DAY Paul is fuming. His knuckles are white as grip the wheel. PAUL Replace me after fourteen years! Never late! Never called in sick! Perfect attendance and they screw me over! That ball sucker! That dirty, low down, dick licking ball sucker! I knew I should’ve looked in the vagina! EXT. PAUL’S HOUSE – DAY We hear a man shouting from inside the house. ERNESTO You little bitch! It’s like that huh? That’s how you want to play it! No one gets cheap with Ernesto! INT. PAUL’S HOUSE – DAY Wesley is playing XBOX in the living room. Beside him sits ERNESTO, a strapping Hispanic man in his early twenties. They share a bag of Doritos and a doobie. WESLEY It’s called layin the smack down. Deal with it. Ernesto throws his controller down in frustration. ERNESTO Bullshit! How do you kick out of three pedigrees and beat me with an arm bar! This game is bullshit! WESLEY Dude, you gotta watch the stamina meter. ERNESTO Just give me da money jou little prick. Wesley reaches into his pocket and takes out a twenty. He tosses it to Ernesto. WESLEY Here you go. This is good shit you got. ERNESTO Ernesto got the hook up. A car can be heard pulling into the driveway. Ernesto flips the remainder of the joint into his mouth. Paul enters. He marches straight to the kitchen and pours himself a rye and ginger. PAUL What’s that smell? ERNESTO American cigarettes. PAUL I told you not to smoke in the house Ernesto. ERNESTO Sorry Mr. P. I will go finish the pool now. PAUL No, wait a sec. I need to have a family meeting and it involves you too. He yells for his wife to come to the living room. Marlo enters from the hallway. She’s wearing workout clothes and is dabbing the sweat from her brow with a towel. MARLO What is it honey? PAUL I have no easy way to say this so I’ll just come right out with it; I’ve been laid off. MARLO Oh no. How? PAUL Found out this morning. The company is outsourcing, or in sourcing as it were, to India. MARLO How can they do that? Can’t we sue them? PAUL Unfortunately not. WESLEY What about my trip to Florida? PAUL It might have to be cancelled. In fact, we’re going to have make some adjustments until I find a new job. We’ll have to get used to going with out some of the things we’ve become accustomed to. Son, you’ll have to cut down on the DVDs. Marlo, your weekly spa trips we’ll have to be monthly ones. And Ernesto… we’ll have to let you go. MARLO No! You can’t do it! PAUL I don’t like it either. MARLO But he’s part of the family. And he’s done such a great job with the pool. She stands beside the pool boy. From behind we can see him slyly give her butt a squeeze. PAUL I admit it has been immaculate, but there’s no way he can afford his services now. ERNESTO You can’t do this to Ernesto! I have a sick mother to take ERNESTO (cont’d) care of! PAUL Alright. Alright. We won’t make any of the big decisions anytime soon. But I strongly suggest you start looking in the classifieds for other employment options. The trio give each other worried looks. INT. BOB’S OFFICE – DAY Bob is interviewing a young woman in his office. She’s dressed conservatively. BOB So I see you have some supervisory experience. WOMAN Yes. I was key holder at Starbucks. BOB Good. Good. So you’re comfortable handling cash? WOMAN Oh yeah. BOB I think have just the job for you. WOMAN Great. What is it? BOB It’s um, the night shift. There’s six employees that you’ll be in charge of. They’re entertainers. They pretty much handle their own affairs. WOMAN What will I do? BOB Some basic accounting. Collections, commissions, chauffeuring, resolving customer complaints. That sort of thing. WOMAN This doesn’t sound like some thing I’m qualified for. BOB I faith in you. WOMAN You just met me. BOB And you got “it”. I can see it. WOMAN What kind of entertainers are they? BOB Children’s. For birthdays and stuff. WOMAN On the night shift. BOB OK look, they’re hookers but all you have to do is collect the money. WOMAN Is this some kind of joke? BOB Yes. She gives him a confused look. BOB No. WOMAN You want me to be a pimp? What kind of place is this? BOB So, can you come in on Monday? The woman balks, stands up and leaves in a huff. BOB We’ll call you if something else comes up. Bob puts his head down in his folded arms. After a moment he rubs his temples and picks up the phone. BOB Send in the next one. Paul enters the room. BOB Hey, Paul. What’s up? What are doing here? PAUL This is kind of embarrassing. I lost my job and I was wondering if you could help me find some work. BOB No shit. What happened? PAUL Outsourcing. BOB Bummer. PAUL You’ve got to do something for me Bob. I’ve handed out my resume to dozens of places and I haven’t gotten one call. No one wants to hire a middle aged guy in today’s youth obsessed culture. BOB Yes. Yes. Those crazy teens. Hey, I might have a job for you. EXT. STREET CORNER – NIGHT A prostitute, CANDI, reads a paperback against a light post. Paul, reading directions from a notebook approaches her. He’s wearing casual business attire. CANDI You lookin for a good time? PAUL Actually I’m looking for 1308 King St. It should be right here. CANDI You must be the new manager. PAUL Yeah, how did you know? CANDI Bob told us to expect you. She heads towards a storefront. There are newspapers covering the windows. She opens the door and walks in. Paul follows. INT. PIMP HQ Inside the room looks like someone’s unkempt den. There is a pair of worn leather couches, a TV and stereo, some lava lamps and beaded curtains. A couple of immodestly dressed, heavily made up women, LEXUS and TRINA laze on the couches. CANDI This is where we wait for calls. This is the desk here we divide the money. This is the bathroom. PAUL No PC? CANDI The boss is old school. PAUL Where are your uniforms? CANDI We have a closet where we keep some costumes. PAUL You mean your maid outfits? CANDI Yeah, in here. She opens the closet to reveal various costumes. CANDI We have maid outfits, school girl outfits – those are really, popular, some S & M stuff, even whips and chains. PAUL Could you excuse me for a minute? I have to make a phone call. Paul heads to the back where the bathroom is. He closes the door behind him. INT. BOB’S BEDROOM – NIGHT Bob sleeps soundly in his bed. The phone on his night table rings. He fumbles for the phone. BOB Hello? Paul is in a dingy bathroom, talking into his cell phone. PAUL They’re hookers Bob! Hookers! BOB Who is this? PAUL Don’t play dumb. It’s Paul, the guy you left in charge of a bunch of hookers. You said they were maids. You lied to me. BOB Alright. Calm down. So they have instead of cleaning for money they have sex for money. It’s not a big deal. PAUL Do I look like a pimp to you? BOB You said you were desperate. So was I. I needed to find some one on short notice. PAUL And you thought I’d make a good pimp? BOB I needed someone I could trust. This crazy pimp was threatening me. I had no choice. PAUL Why didn’t you call the police? BOB I’m not ratting him out. He’s probably got homies that would hunt me down. Bust a cap in my ass. All that rapper stuff. PAUL I can’t do this. BOB Sure you can. Just drive them to their appointments and collect the money. It’ll be easy. PAUL What about the cops Bob? Last time I checked, this was illegal. BOB Don’t worry about it. Like you said, you don’t look like a pimp. If you get caught, and you won’t, just pretend you’re a john. PAUL Oh is that all. BOB Please, just try it for one night. I’ll be in deep shit if you don’t do this. We’re talking my life here buddy. PAUL I don’t know. BOB You get to keep half of whatever they take in. PAUL Half? BOB Yeah. PAUL How much do they usually bring in? BOB Bout a thousand. Maybe more. PAUL I could make five hundred a night. BOB Or more. PAUL OK, I’ll do it, but only for tonight. BOB Thanks buddy. I owe you big time. I won’t forget it. INT. PIMP HQ Paul comes out from the bathroom. CANDI You OK. PAUL I’m fine. One of the hos is doing lines of cocaine on a coffee table. She looks up at Paul. TRINA You need to do a rail? PAUL No, I’m good. Maybe on my break. She shrugs and does another one. CANDI So what was that all about? PAUL Just had to take a leak. CANDI I heard you talking to some body. PAUL There was a misunderstanding but it’s been taken care of. I don’t have much experience doing this so you’ll have to kind of walk me through it. CANDI Oh. OK. Well, we wait around here for some calls, sometimes we go out on the street when it gets slow. When we get a trick you drive us to it. It’s pretty simple. PAUL Doesn’t sound too bad. CANDI Eh, it’s a living. The phone rings. Paul points to it. PAUL Is that… Should I get that? Candi nods. Paul walks over to a run down desk and picks up the receiver. PAUL HELLO? He listens. PAUL Is there a Candi here? Candi, chewing gum, raises her hand. PAUL Are you available for an appointment? CANDI Sure. PAUL, into the phone Ok, she’ll see you there. Delta hotel, room 316. Paul hangs up the phone. He takes a seat on the couch next to Trina. All the hos stare at him. PAUL What? CANDI You gonna drive or should I flap my arms? PAUL Oh right. I guess you’ll need a lift. He gets up and nervously smoothes the creases out of his pants. PAUL Shall we? They leave the room. EXT. STREET – NIGHT Paul and Candi walk towards his Honda Civic. CANDI This your ride? PAUL Yep. CANDI You really need to pimp that ride. PAUL I have been meaning to get a new antenna ornament. INT. CAR – NIGHT Paul drives through downtown streets. Candi looks out the window, still chewing gum. PAUL So Candi, is that French? CANDI It’s fake. PAUL What’s you real name? CANDI Do you mind if I turn on the radio? PAUL Oh, no not at all. She leans over and fiddles with the knob. Paul squirms a little at how close she is to his crotch. She chooses a rap station. CANDI Do you like Outkast? PAUL Oh yeah, he’s great. CANDI What’s your favourite song of his? PAUL I like them all. CANDI Pick one. PAUL So Candi, when did you get into the business? CANDI When my dad kicked me out when I was thirteen. PAUL Did he beat you? CANDI No. He just wasn’t happy when I sold his golf clubs for ecstasy. PAUL What kind of clubs were they? CANDI How the fuck should I know? There’s an uncomfortable silence. CANDI So what about you? What’s your story? How did you get this gig? PAUL Just helping a friend out. CANDI You know Copperhead? PAUL Copper who? CANDI He’s our pimp. PAUL No, I’m helping out his friend. They needed a last minute replacement. I’m the best they could come up with on short notice. CANDI That must a been some real short notice. PAUL What does that mean? CANDI No offence, but you seem a little lost. PAUL This is a drastic career change for me. CANDI Just drive us around and we’ll take care of the business end. PAUL I’m pimping right now. I’m really pimping! CANDI Nigga please. PAUL What are plans for the future? CANDI I’ll probably get high tonight. PAUL I meant like going back to school or something. CANDI We’re here. Paul parks in front of the hotel lobby. CANDI OK, the appointment is for an hour. If I’m gone any longer than that, come get me. PAUL Should I knock? CANDI No, just get in as fast as you can. You might have to bust some heads. PAUL Some what? CANDI In case he doesn’t pay or tries any funny business. PAUL I didn’t plan on getting um… physical with anyone. I’m wearing sixty dollar chinos. CANDI What do you suggest we do? (cont’d) File a complaint with the better business bureau? PAUL I don’t know about this. CANDI Just wait your punk ass here and I’ll take of everything. She gets out of the car and saunters into the hotel. CUT TO Paul reads a fishing magazine in the lobby. The front desk clerk is giving him a dirty look. The elevator door opens and Candi runs out. She grabs Paul by the arm causing him to knock over several magazines. CANDI We have to go! Paul checks his watch. PAUL But it’s only been fifteen minutes. CANDI C’mon you idiot. Hurry. The stairwell door opens and a man wearing a towel around his waist runs out. He’s hairy, overweight and panting heavily. MAN Get back here you bitch! Paul tries to put the magazines back in order but gives up when the man gets near. They run out to the car. Paul takes the keys out but drops them. CANDI Hurry! He fumbles frantically for the right key. CANDI Why the fuck did you lock it? PAUL I have change in the cup holder! Paul finally gets the door open but the man has caught up to them. He grabs Paul by the lapels and swings him around. The man’s towel falls off. Paul winces. MAN You give me my money! PAUL Let’s calm down and settle this like adults. MAN You give it to me now! CANDI Just punch him! PAUL I’m sure we can resolve this in a civilised manner. How much money was in it? MAN Five hundred! PAUL What color was your wallet? The man takes a swing at Paul. Candi pulls him out of the way. His fist shatters the window. The man cries out in pain. Candi knees him in the balls for good measure. He crumples to the ground. CANDI Can we go now? They get in the car and speed off. INT. CAR Paul drives erratically down the street. He’s breathing heavily from excitement. PAUL What the hell happened? Did you really take that guy’s wallet? CANDI Yeah. PAUL What for? CANDI Cause it had money in it. PAUL Do you know how bad for business that is? It’s not like we can advertise. We have to rely on word of mouth. Repeat customers are our bread and butter. Candi takes a wad of bills out of the man’s wallet and begins counting. CANDI What are you babbling about? PAUL What’s that going to tell his friends, let alone the police? I can tell you this. It won’t be anything good. Candi holds up the money. CANDI Five hundred bucks says I don’t give a fuck. PAUL You’ve got a lot to learn about customer service. CANDI You’ve got a lot to learn about pimpin. PAUL Maybe so, but maybe I don’t want to learn. Candi hand him some of the money. PAUL What’s this? CANDI Your cut. PAUL But I hardly did anything. CANDI You drove, you got into a fight with a naked guy. I think you deserve something. PAUL Two fifty? CANDI Not bad for fifteen minutes work, huh? PAUL Paul. I should take you back to your family. CANDI You should be getting that window fixed. Paul stares out of his smashed window. INT. PIMP HQ – NIGHT Trina and Lexus are fighting. It’s a vicious melee, scratching, biting, hair pulling. They’re tearing up the place. LEXUS I’ll kill you, you fucking whore! She scratches her across the cheek, drawing blood. Trina pulls her hair to get her off. TRINA Try me you boney ass, skankbag! They topple over the sofa. Paul and Candi enter the room. Lexus has gotten on top of Trina. She’s trying to gouge her eyes out with her freakishly long nails. Candi rushes over and tries to pull her off. LEXUS I hope your next crack baby has aids! PAUL Ladies, calm down! The women continue to scuffle. CANDI Quit it guys! Enough! Paul joins in the fracas. The four of them topple over the other couch and break the coffee table. PAUL C’mon ladies. Take it easy… Ignoring him, the ladies continue to brawl. PAUL YOU BITCHES GOTS TO CHILL! The women stop dead in their tracks. The stare bewildered at Paul. PAUL Alright. I’ve got your attention. Now what’s this all about? LEXUS That bitch has been trying to destroy me from day one. She’s a straight up hater! Trina You wish, you no business, havin, played out welfare mamma. PAUL Let’s keep our tempers down. I’ve taken a conflict resolution workshop. Tell me the problem and maybe I can help. LEXUS Ok, check it. Two weeks ago I started wearing big hole fish nets and Trina always wore small hole fishnets but tonight look what she comes in with – big hole fishnets! TRINA It’s not you invented them. LEXUS You always tryin to bite my style. Even the perfume. I switched from Live to Paris to Fantasy and she followed the same pattern as me. That ain’t coincidence. Smell her! She’s got the same one on right now. TRINA I started wearing Fantasy first! LEXUS Bullshit. Shoes too. I used to wear high heels but now I wear thigh high boots. Look at what she’s got on. PAUL You know they say imitation is the highest form of flattery. TRINA I’m not trying to imitate her. PAUL All due respect, I see a trend. LEXUS Thank you. PAUL But Lexus, why does her similar style choices offend you so much? LEXUS I dunno. PAUL It doesn’t affect you in a negative way does it? LEXUS I guess not. PAUL You should be proud some one admires your style so much. TRINA I do think you have great taste Lexy. LEXUS Thanks. PAUL Good for you Trina, it takes a big person to build someone up instead of tearing them down. Now how bout a group hug? Everyone hugs. PAUL Now let’s get out there and suck some dick. INT. BEDROOM – MORNING Marlo, wearing a sleep mask, dozes in her bed. Paul creeps in trying not to disturb her. He slowly takes off his clothes and carefully slides into bed. MARLO How was your first day? PAUL It was… interesting. MARLO How did you like it? PAUL So so. Usual boring book keeping stuff. MARLO Do you think you’ll stay. PAUL Until something better comes along. MARLO That’s good. PAUL Would you like to get romantic? MARLO It’s too early. Paul tries to nuzzle her neck. MARLO Why do you smell like cotton candy and weed? PAUL New soap? INT. PIMP HQ – NIGHT The hos are hanging around, Trina and Candi are painting their nails, and Lexus is shaving her pits. Another sleeps on the couch. Paul enters, carrying a tray of coffees. PAUL Hey ladies, glad you’re all here. I hope you like cream and sugar. He pushes aside a crack pipe and a pair of panties and puts the tray on the table. He begins to hand out the coffees. PAUL I called this meeting because my hands on encounter last night got me thinking. We need a mission statement. TRINA A what? PAUL You know, like a general statement outlining our company’s main business goals. TRINA Why? PAUL To give us focus. LEXUS I got one. Fuck tricks. Get money. PAUL That’s a start but what sort of ideas can we come up with to increase business? TRINA This is wack. PAUL Wouldn’t you all like to make more money? They nod. PAUL Well, if we implement some pro active, traditional, small business initiatives we could see our profits increase by thirty percent within weeks. CANDI That just sounds like corporate doubletalk. PAUL Perhaps the jargon is a little flakey but the process works. He picks up a cup of coffee. PAUL Take this guy. What’s so great about Starbucks? It’s just coffee right? CANDI And it tastes like ass. PAUL To each their own, but look at what he’s done with it. Even with an inferior product the right strategy is all it takes. CANDI So what did you have in mind? PAUL I have a bunch of ideas. Primarily we need to improve our visibility. Standing on the street is the equivalent of one billboard. We need to promote, promote, promote. TRINA I hope you ain’t talking about cold calling. I already tried telemarketing and I ain’t goin back. PAUL No not that. But we can do something like see a girl nine times, get the tenth visit on the house. Sort of like frequent fucking miles. CANDI Wouldn’t that be more like buy ten, get a free sub? PAUL Good example. Or say on a slow day, like a Monday, we could do a red panty promotion. If a john books with the girl wearing red panties he gets a free blow job. LEXUS And none of us would ever be wearing them! PAUL That’s not very honest but I like that you’re thinking outside the box. CANDI Maybe you’re onto something. PAUL Starting tonight I want you guys to brainstorm some more ideas- fetish specials, up selling, armed service (cont’d) discounts. Whatever. MONTAGE INT. HOTEL ROOM An elderly man eagerly disrobes Trina. There is a bored look on her face. He pulls down her skirt and sees writing on her panties. It says “ASK ME ABOUT MY RUSTY TROMBONE”. The man looks up, a puzzled expression on his face. Trina winks at him. CUT TO INT. HOTEL ROOM Lexus is signing her lingerie and giving it to a customer. She makes up a receipt and gives the john the carbon copy. She shakes his hand and leaves the room. The man smells the panties. CUT TO INT. HOTEL SUITE Candi is entertaining several Japanese businessmen. As she’s doing a striptease she’s also handing out raffle tickets and collecting money. When she runs out of tickets she goes over to a jar. She picks a ticket and calls out a number. One of the men jumps up. He hands Candi his ticket and she gives him a large stuffed Panda Bear. He seems mildly disappointed. CUT TO EXT. STREET CORNER – NIGHT A few hos work the streets. A car slows down in front of them. A window rolls down. One of the hos approaches his car. GUY Yeah, can I get a black girl, about 5’5”, with big breasts and nice teeth, hold the extensions. HO Would you like that ho super sized? GUY Sure. Why not. She signals to another girl. A voluptuous woman with a big booty walks into frame and gets into his car. INT. HOTEL ROOM A naked, sweaty man rolls off one of the hos. He lights a cigarette. MAN That was incredible. The door opens and Paul walks in. The man scrambles to get under the covers. Paul grabs a chair and comes toward him. He has a clipboard under his arm. MAN What the fuck!? Paul places the chair next to the bed and sits down. PAUL Sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if I could have a moment of you time to answer a brief customer survey? MAN Who the hell are you? PAUL How would you rate Miss Gigi’s performance. Great? Very good. Good. Or Poor? MAN Are you nuts! Get the fuck out of here! PAUL Fair enough. I’ll just leave this here for you to fill out at your leisure. He drops the clipboard on the end of the bed and hurries out of the room. PAUL Thanks for your business. (cont’d) Tell your friends! CUT TO INT. PIMP HQ Paul talks to the girls, who are gathered around him on the couches. He points to a line graph that displays their increasing profits. The line spikes high near the end. The hos names are on various points of the board, like a car dealership. CUT TO INT. RESTERAUNT – DAY Groups of professionals are having their lunch. There attention is on Paul’s table. He celebrates his new found success with his ho’s, all of whom are dressed in sleazy clothing. They toast with their drinks. EXT. STREET – DAY Paul and Candi walk down King street. They hang up coupon books for their agency on shop windows and in between the windshields of cars. CANDI I’ve got to hand it to you Paul, you’ve done an amazing job. PAUL Thanks but you girls deserve most of the credit. CANDI You’ve done more for us than you realise. It’s not just about the extra cash. It’s the way you run things. It feels like… like more of a real job. I really don’t give a shit what people think about me but since you’ve taken over, it feels like I’m doing something worthwhile. PAUL Nothing wrong with what you girls do. It’s the worlds oldest profession. Who says you can’t take pride in your work. CANDI I’ve made way more being good at this then when I was cash and dashing. PAUL So what are you going to do with the extra money you’ve been making? CANDI What, like go back to school? PAUL Whatever. CANDI I was thinking about going to beauty school. Maybe culinary. I can’t do this forever. PAUL Good for you. You should start planning for the future. CANDI You know Paul, our old pimp wasn’t just our boss, he was also a client. PAUL He paid you guys for sex? CANDI No, not exactly. He would take… liberties with us. PAUL Against your will? CANDI No, not like that either. I’m just saying that, (Cont’d) Seeing as how you’re in charge now, you’d be entitled to the same company benefits. She pulls him close and rubs her hand on his chest. PAUL That’s uh… a very tempting offer but I’m a happily married man. She rubs his shoulders. CANDI I can tell when a man is not getting any. You’re all knots. PAUL You’re a very beautiful, young woman but I just can’t cheat on my wife. CANDI Alright. I just thought you should know about the perks of the position. She prints ahead of him. Her butt bounces enticingly in front of him. CANDI C’mon. I want to show you what me and the girls have done with some of the extra cash. Paul jogs to catch up with her. When they round the corner Paul is shocked to see that his Honda Civic has been totally tricked out – funky rims, airbrushing, gold trim, frog eyes-the works. PAUL Oh my God! How did you… I don’t know what to say. CANDI Dope huh? Carlos is the best. Don’t you love the frog eyes? PAUL Yes, they’re quite lovely. CANDI Get in and try it. They pair get in the car. CANDI Check this out. She engages the hydraulics and the car bounces up and down in a jarring fashion. Paul hits his head on the roof. CANDI Fun, huh? PAUL I appreciate the thought. I really do, but don’t you think this will be a cop magnet. CANDI You got to promote like you said. People got to know what you’re selling. Like an ice cream truck right? PAUL But won’t the cops be more likely to pull us over? CANDI Fuck tha police! He shrugs and starts the car. A disco light illuminates the interior. Rick James’ Cold Blooded plays on the radio. PAUL I could dig this. Paul lowers his seat. CANDI Now you got the right idea. Go on with your bad self. INT. KITCHEN – DAY Paul is at the breakfast table eating a bowl of Mueslix and reading the paper. There’s an article with the headline “Remington Holdings stock rises” There is a picture of R.J. Remington at a gala. Underneath is a quote that says “The sky’s the limit.” The front door and Wesley enters. WESLEY Hey dad. PAUL Hey buddy WESLEY What happened to your car? PAUL Oh that. I saw that show Pimp my Ride and thought I’d get with the times. Pretty fly huh? WESLEY It’s sick, but I don’t think mom thinks so. PAUL That’s no surprise. Where is she? WESLEY Still in the driveway with the groceries. PAUL Why aren’t you helping her? WESLEY I don’t know. He shrugs and goes to his room. Paul shakes his head and walks out to the driveway. EXT. DRIVEWAY Marlo is examining Paul’s car. Her minivan is parked beside next to it. The trunk is open. It’s filled with groceries. MARLO What in the world happened to your car? PAUL I don’t know. When I came out of work last night I found it like this. MARLO You found it like this? PAUL Yeah, it must have been vandals. MARLO Vandals usually wreck things. They usually don’t decorate them with thousands of dollars of bodywork. PAUL Maybe it was a prank. You know, being the new guy and all. MARLO Maybe could get your new co-workers to play a prank in bedroom? I could use a four poster bed and an armoire. PAUL Believe me, I’m as baffled as you. MARLO Are you having a mid-life crisis by any chance. PAUL You don’t like it? Marlo shakes her head, slowly, for emphasis. MARLO No, and frankly I’m very upset you would spend money so frivolously considering our financial situation right now. PAUL Don’t you think maybe I needed to do something to cheer me up in light of recent events? MARLO And this is how you do it? Turning your car into the bat mobile? PAUL I made me happy. MARLO A new sandwich at Arby’s makes you happy and it’s a lot cheaper than this! PAUL Well I can’t undo it. MARLO We need to have a serious talk. Ernesto shows up carrying his cleaning supplies – a bucket of chlorine and a leaf skimmer. ERNESTO Sweet ride Mr. P. PAUL Thanks Ernesto. Marlo shoots him a dirty look. INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT Marlo and Ernesto lie in bed together. It’s obvious they’ve just finished doing “it”. Ernesto goes to light a cigarette but Marlo slaps his hand. ERNESTO Ow! MARLO No smoking in the house! ERNESTO Hasn’t my passionate Latin love making loosened you up? MARLO I don’t want this place smelling like a cantina. ERNESTO That’s not all. You’re still wound up about something. MARLO What makes you say that? ERNESTO There were no telltale signs of your usual orgasmic splendour – no flushed cheeks, no hard nipples, no bumpiness on the vaginal walls, no… MARLO Alright that’s enough. -Beat- I guess I was distracted. I can’t stop thinking about Paul and his car. There’s something going on with him. ERNESTO The paint job looked like my cousin Carlos work. MARLO Really? ERNESTO Oh yeah. He’s been doing air brushing for awhile now. He even did one of Shaq’s cars. MARLO I have no idea who that is. ERNESTO You should watch TV sometime. MARLO Baby, do you think you could do me a huge favour? ERNESTO I’m listening. MARLO Do you think you could spy on (cont’d) Paul and find out what’s he’s been up to at night? ERNESTO What’s in it for Ernesto? MARLO Did you have anything in mind? ERNESTO Oh I have an idea… He strokes her butt and then gives it a hard slap. MARLO Oh, no. ERNESTO I promise I’ll be gentle. MARLO Forget it. ERNESTO Ernesto demands butt sex! MARLO Tell you what, if you dig up any dirt on my hubby, I’ll check my schedule and see if I can “fit” you in. ERNESTO Good enough for me. Deal. EXT. STREET – NIGHT A pimped out Hand Civic creeps down the street. Jay Z’s Big Pimpin plays. It rolls up to a couple walking hand in hand. The window rolls down. PAUL You guys looking for a good time? GUY Get lost weirdo. INT. CAR Candi is seated next to him. CANDI Maybe you should leave the couples alone. PAUL Couples are more open to threesomes than the ever have been. We need to diversify our client base. CANDI At least let me ask next time? As they approach Pimp HQ, they see a few ladies of the night mulling about. CANDI Who are these bitches? PAUL Beats me. The park the car and exit. PAUL Can I help you? HO #1 Are you Paul the pimp? PAUL Keep it down. Yeah, I’m Paul. HO #1 And you pimp right? PAUL I prefer the term escort liaison. HO #2 I told you he had class. PAUL Is there something I can do for you ladies? HO #1 We want you to be our new (cont’d) daddy. PAUL Aren’t you a little old for adoption? Candi whispers into his ear. CANDI They mean pimp. PAUL Right. HO #2 We heard you’re a great guy to work for. That you let your hos keep sixty percent, that you get them tonnes of business and that you don’t be cuttin’em. PAUL Where did you hear that? HO #1 Everybody been talkin bout you at the C-Note Club. Sayin this new jack cracker been pullin mad cheddar. Paul whispers to Candi. PAUL I heard something about cheese and crackers. HO #2 So how bout it? PAUL I’m a afraid I can’t use you girls. All of my positions are full at the moment. Candi pulls him aside. CANDI What are you doing? PAUL I don’t want new girls hurting your business. CANDI This is free money baby. Usually pimps have to try to steal girls but these girls are knockin on you. PAUL So we should bring’em on board? CANDI Hells yeah! You got to make that money. You can’t be no part time pimp anymore. You can hit the big time. It’s time to launch an all-out mack attack. PAUL Alright ladies, after some deliberation with my senior partner, I’ve decided you’d make welcome additions to the team. Welcome aboard. They ladies are pleased. Paul shakes their hands. PAUL So what are you bitches waiting for? Get your asses out there and get me my money! The girls head off, leaving Candi and Paul by themselves. CANDI That’s more like it. PAUL Didn’t you hear what I just said? CANDI I’m done for tonight. PAUL Don’t make me put my foot in you ass. CANDI I’ve created a monster. INT. RESTERAUNT – DAY Paul is having dinner with his wife in a fine dining establishment. There are wearing their Sunday best. It’s a special occasion. The place is full. MARLO I’m glad we did this. I feel like I never get to see you anymore. PAUL Tell me about it. Our conflicting schedules are really getting to me. Hopefully I can get back on days soon. MARLO I don’t see why not. I’m surprised they put you on a night shift. Seems unusual for an accountant. PAUL I don’t like it either but I had to take what I could get. PAN TO- Two men are waiting for a table. They are having drinks at the bar. Both of them are dressed in business suits. MAN #1 Are you sure that’s the guy? MAN #2 I’m telling you it’s him. He set me up with a hot chick with the tightest cookie last weekend. I couldn’t believe she was a hooker. MAN #1 I dunno. I never paid for sex before. MAN #2 What’re you sayin? You better than me? MAN #1 Nah, I think it’s more about the stigma. Like I shouldn’t have to pay. MAN #2 You don’t but if the chic’s outta your league anyway, I don’t see a problem with it. You could make your own pizza every time but doesn’t it taste good to order out? MAN #1 What about STD’s? MAN #2 Fuck that. Sex with hookers is safer than one night stands. Those chick fuck around for fun. These chicks do it for money. They can’t afford to get diseases. Look at how classy that ho is with him. MAN #1 Yeah, she is pretty hot. MAN #2 Go get her dog! This is a sign man. It’s time for you to get back in the saddle. MAN #1 But what if that’s his lady? MAN #2 Pimps don’t have girlfriends. They might fuck their hos but they don’t date them. He probably brought that bitch out to shop her around. MAN #1 Ok, I’m going in. CUT TO Marlo talks to Paul while they eat their entrées. MARLO Suzy had her baby the other day. PAUL Oh yeah? Boy or girl? MARLO A girl. They named her Lexus. Paul chokes on his water. PAUL Interesting choice. MARLO Frankly I think it sounds like a prostitute. PAUL Yes. Naming children after cars is never a classy move. A man stumbles over. He sways back and forth, waiting for their attention. PAUL Can I help you? MAN Sorry for interrupting your dinner but I was wondering if the lady was free this evening. I mean, not free but available. You know what I mean. PAUL, nervously I’m afraid I don’t. MAN I get it. Keepin it on the down low huh? It’s cool. How much? MARLO Paul, who is this man? PAUL Someone who apparently has us confused with someone else. MAN Nah, I’m hip. My friend said you could hook me up with some action. PAUL Well your friend is mistaken. I can’t help you pal. MAN Look dude, I got cash. Just name the price. I got to get me some of that. He stares at Marlo hungrily. She is furious. She throws down her fork. The commotion is starting to attract the attention of the other diners. MARLO How dare you make these assumptions! PAUL Calm down honey. MARLO Being interrupted at diner is one thing but to be propositioned by a drunk is another MAN I’m not drunk. PAUL Look pal, if you don’t get lost right now I’m going to call the police. MAN Fine be that way. I can get my own pussy. The guy storms off. Marlo is still stunned. MARLO What was that about? PAUL Probably just some A-hole having some laughs at our expense. MARLO Why do I get the feeling there’s more to this? First the car, now this? What’s going on? Paul’s cell goes off. He checks the number. PAUL I’m sorry honey. It’s work. I have to take this. MARLO Oh no you don’t. Paul gets up to walk away. PAUL It will just take a second. MARLO Get back here! Paul finds some privacy in the hallway between the restrooms and the payphones. He answers his cell. PAUL Hey, what’s up? INT. APARTMENT – DAY Candi applies make up while talking on the phone.. CANDI Where are you? CUT TO PAUL I’m having dinner with my wife. CANDI Did you forget about the C-note Club? PAUL I didn’t even know about the C-note Club. CANDI No one told you? PAUL Told me what? CANDI That you’re nominated for playa of the month! PAUL The what? CANDI It’s a contest they have it all over the country. We only get it once a year. They have prizes and everything. PAUL I can’t make it. CANDI Just tell your wife it’s a work emergency. PAUL Accountants don’t have emergencies. CANDI You have to make it. Word on the street is you might win. PAUL Really? I’ve never won any thing before. Well at least since I got best Klingon at a Star Trek convention. And that time I came in first place at an art fair with my water color of Chi Chi Rodriguez. And when I… CANDI Whatever. Are you coming? PAUL My wife drove and my son has my car. CANDI You don’t have time to cab it. Where are you? I’ll pick you up. PAUL OK, I’m at Fanuci’s Fine Dining. Meet me around the corner. Paul hangs up and heads back to his table. Marlo is glaring at him. PAUL I’m sorry but I have to run. There’s an emergency at work. MARLO An accounting emergency? PAUL We’re being audited by the IRS. I have to pour over the records and make sure everything is in order. It’s last minute and has to be done or else we could be in big trouble. MARLO Alright. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. Paul leans in to kiss her on the lips but she gives him her cheek instead. Once he leaves she takes out her own phone and dials a number. MARLO Ernesto, I need you to do that favour for me. EXT. STREETCORNER – DAY Paul waits in the entrance of a Florist. A beat up Neon stops in front. Paul gets in the passenger side. Candi is driving. PAUL Boy, am I glad to get out of there. CANDI Yeah, leave the stuffed shirts to their stuffed peppers. We gonna do it big tonight. PAUL I’m kind of excited. CANDI Are you going to wear that? PAUL What’s wrong with it? CANDI Hello? This isn’t middle America’s lamest cracker of the year award. You got to dress to impress. No offence. PAUL I think this outfit is pretty snazzy. CANDI You’ve got to have something a little flashy. How bout that Star Trek stuff you were talking about? PAUL I don’t think so. CANDI Well the stores are closed. How bad can your wardrobe be? INT. PAUL’S ROOM – NIGHT Candi surveys Paul’s closet while he removes his blazer and tie. CANDI This closet makes Old Navy look street. PAUL I dress for comfort. CANDI Why do you own six yellow Polo shirts? PAUL There was a sale. CANDI Where do you find this stuff? Did you invite a time machine and raid Conrad Bain’s closet? PAUL So I take it you can’t find anything suitable? She rifles through the clothes. CANDI Whoa. Hold up. What’s this stuff? PAUL Oh, at the back? That’s my golf attire. CANDI Damn this shit is funky. She pulls out some plaid paints and brightly coloured argyle sweater vest. CANDI This could work. CUT TO Paul is wearing layers of his golf attire. He’s almost gaudy enough to pass for a pimp. PAUL What do you think? CANDI Not bad. You’re almost there. It just needs some finishing touches. She snaps her fingers, suddenly inspired. She goes back to the closet and pulls out a fur coat. PAUL That’s my wife’s. I’m not wearing a woman’s coat. CANDI Correction. A two thousand dollar women’s coat. Am I right? PAUL Yeah, I bought it with my Christmas bonus. CANDI This’ll be so fresh, so clean. Trust me. EXT. C-NOTE CLUB – NIGHT A neon logo of an outline of a naked woman illuminates the parking lot. It’s packed with tricked out Sedans. Pimps and Ho’s file into the building. A sign under the logo says “Player of the Month – Tonight”. INT. C-NOTE CLUB The patrons mingle in a sea of brass and velvet. Smooth R & B, heavy with wa wa peddle plays in the background. As people take their seats and MC takes the stage. MC Players and playettes. Mack daddies and hoochiemamas, scallywags and skeezers, welcome to the thirty third annual player of the month.” There is a smattering of applause. MC Tonight Toledo is proud to honour the elite of the industry. The cream of the crop, the premier purveyors of poonani, the professor laureates of bootyology. Ain’t no half stepping tonight. Hater’s betta check yo self or the real playas gonna wreck yo self. More applause. MC We got hos from all around the country too. From Montreal to Senegal. From Key West to Budapest. From the far east to the deep south, we got the finest bitches up in this house! The players give him a standing ovation. MC The festivities will start shortly. In the meantime, have some Hennessey, and enjoy the smooth sounds of… He is cut off by the door opening. All eyes turn to Paul. He enters with Candi on his arm. In addition to his golf clothes and fur coat, he’s also wearing his wife’s jewellery and sun hat. He strolls in and the crowd resumes partying. PAUL, to Candi Nice place. CUT TO Paul holds court at a booth. The rest of his hos have joined him. There are several bottles on the table. PAUL So I said to that sucka you better hook me up with twelve piece bucket or I want be dining here again. HO Did you get it? PAUL After I put my foot in his ass he gave me family size gravy for free. They all laugh at his drunken ramblings. Two mean looking pimps approach the table. PIMP #1 You Paul? PAUL I am he. PIMP #2 We heard you been knockin other playas ladies. PAUL I can assure you, I haven’t impregnated anyone in seven teen years. PIMP#1 Nah, he meant stealin bitches. PAUL Hey, I’m not lookin for any trouble. PIMP #1 Trouble, shit. We came to ask you what your secret is. PIMP #2 Word. Me and my boy Silky here are big admirers of your work. PAUL Really? PIMPS, together Damn straight. PAUL Well shit niggas. Grab a seat and pour some Grey Goose. We’ll talk shop. They pimps join Paul’s posse. CUT TO The band finishes their last song. The MC takes the stage. MC That was Universal Freak Delight. Give it up y’all. The crowd claps. MC And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for. It’s time to announce the Playa of the Month! Everyone goes wild. MC This year’s nominees are… Delicious from Chicago… We see the pimps at their tables as they are announced. They receive mixed reactions. MC Count Soupy from Philly… A man in a cape with a bouffant hairdo waves to the crowd. MC Slicktop Tony from New York… A man sprays his Jeri curl with activator. MC And… Paul Palmer…from right here in Toledo! Paul’s table cheers. Silky shakes his hand. MC Without further ado…here he is… the Playa of the month… He opens an envelope. MC Paul Palmer! There are grumbles of disappointment from the crowd. A pimp rips a medallion off his chest and throws it to the ground. Paul can’t believe he won. Candi gives him a kiss. She pushes him to get up. He staggers toward the stage. The MC shakes his hand. A sexy woman gives him a gold cane and a places a crown with a gold feather on his head. PAUL Oh wow. I can’t believe this. I didn’t prepare a speech so forgive me if I ramble. First, I’d like to thank my boy Gary. Without his words of encouragement I never would’ve taken up pimpin to begin with. Secondly, my family for being so ignorant. And last but not least all my bitches. I couldn’t have done it without them. Candi blows him a kiss. PAUL If you would’ve asked me a year ago that I’d be hear now accepting this award, I would have said you were on crack rock. And by the looks of this crowd I’d be half right. The drummer does a rim shot. Several people scowl at the stage. PAUL But seriously. I’ve learned a lot from this pimp game in such a short while. I’d like to thank all of you, the playas, for teaching me not to judge a man by the color of his clothes but the comeliness of his hos, not the size of stature but the fatness of his stack. You have shown me that if you want something in life, sometimes you have to just grab it by the weave and slap it upside the head. Thank you all. Pimps up! Hos down! There is a thunderous ovation from the crowd. The pimp who threw his medallion down has a tear in his eye. The band plays on. In the back of the club Ernesto shakes his head in disbelief. He takes a photo with a cell phone. Satisfied, he sneaks out the door. EXT. CLUB PARKING LOT – NIGHT Paul, arm in arm his two of his hos leaves the club and walks to his car. Several patrons follow him. CANDI Oh shit. In front of them stand Copperhead. Paul attempts to knock fists with him but is met by a less than friendly scowl. PAUL Don’t leave me hangin bro. COPPERHEAD Who the fuck is you? CANDI He’s the one that’s been fillin in for you baby. COPPERHEAD Did I ask you? CANDI He made us a lot of money. COPPERHEAD Bitch better shut your mouth. I just drove a hundred miles and I ain’t in the mood. PAUL Gary didn’t tell you? I’m the guy he got to watch your business. COPPERHEAD She already told me that mutherfucka. The crowd has now formed a circle around them. PAUL No need for the hostility. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at our profits. TRINA He won playa of the month. COPPERHEAD I got eyes bitch. PAUL I thought you’d be pleased. They’re your girls. COPPERHEAD Then how come I never won? These punk ass judges think your better at this game than me? PAUL I just tried to do my best. COPPERHEAD Then what the fuck are my hos doing here? Taking the night, and spending money on drinks? A real pimp would have them trickin. PAUL Everyone needs a night off. COPPERHEAD And they gave you the award? Shit, that belongs to me. He snatches the cane away from Paul. PAUL Hey give it back. I earned it. COPPERHEAD That too. He plucks the hat off his head. COPPERHEAD What the fuck are you bitches waiting for? A formal invitation? Get yo asses trickin! PAUL I gave them the night off. Copperhead backhands him so quick he doesn’t see it coming. Paul stumbles against one of the parked cars. Candi jumps on Copperhead’s back. He flips her over and she hits her hip hard on the pavement. Paul springs up and takes a swing at him but is kneed in the crotch before he can connect. He crumples to the ground. Copperhead gives him a vicious kick to the head, knocking him out. Blood trickles from his nose. Copperhead proceeds to strip him of his jewellery and takes the cash out of his pockets. COPPERHEAD Thanks for your contributions but your services are no longer required. Lexus joins Copperhead and puts her arm around him. LEXUS I’m so glad we got a real man back. COPPERHEAD You come with me. The rest of you hit the streets. The girls walk away, dejected. The crowd disperses. Copperhead and Lexus get in his car and drive off inches from Paul’s prone body. EXT. PAUL’S HOUSE – MORNING Paul parks his car in his driveway and almost falls out. He shuffles toward his door. He is still bloody and dishevelled. He tries the door but it’s locked. He has no keys because Copperhead took his coat. He rings the doorbell. His son answers. WESLEY Holy shit. What happened? PAUL Long story. He pushes into the hallway. Marlo is there to greet him. MARLO I told you not to let him in. WESLEY But Mom, look at him. MARLO Exactly. Look at him. Look at what he’s become. PAUL Marlo, I can explain every thing. Marlo pulls Ernesto’s phone out of her robe. MARLO Really? Then I’d love to hear the story behind this. She hands it to him. He sees the photo from last night. In it, he’s surrounded by the girls, their breasts in his face. Candi is giving him a shot. PAUL It’s not how it looks. You need to hear the whole story. MARLO I’m sure I will. When you tell it to my lawyers. PAUL Let me explain. MARLO OK, let’s hear about your wonderful new career as a pimp. How you manipulate runaways into selling their bodies and souls for money. WESLEY You’re a pimp? Awesome! MARLO Go to your room. Wesley leaves. PAUL Can’t this wait? MARLO I don’t think having a pimp in the house is a good influence on Wes. PAUL Oh but letting an adulterous, drug dealing pool boy is an ideal role model? MARLO I don’t know what you’re talking about. PAUL Don’t play innocent with me. MARLO I want you out. PAUL Where am I supposed to go? MARLO Shack up with one of your hookers. PAUL Fine, I’ll go. But I’m taking… He searches frantically for something to bring. He decides on a painting of a horse by the door. PAUL (cont’d) …this with me. He exits, slamming the door behind him. EXT. STREET CORNER – DAY A row of prostitutes await tricks on a seedy looking side street. Among them is a middle aged white man wearing a tight mid riff bearing be be shirt and short shorts. Indeed Paul has hit rock bottom. He tries to solicit passing cars before he is interrupted by a large black woman. HO What the hell you doin? PAUL I’m tryin to get mine. HO Not on this corner you ain’t. I work here. PAUL Get steppin. No one wants your skanky ass. HO Oh no you didn’t! PAUL Uh, I believe I did. She goes to slap him and they begin to scuffle. A siren comes to life. A patrol car pulls up beside them. INT. JAIL CELL A guard leads Candi down a hallway. He brings her to a cell containing Paul. He’s huddled in the corner. CANDI Oh…my…God. PAUL Don’t look at me! CANDI I’ve posted bail. I’m going to get you out of here. PAUL I don’t want to go. I deserve to be in here. CANDI C’mon. Get up. Look at it like this; you’ve hit rock bottom. There’s no where to go but up. PAUL How? I’ve got nothing. How can I live this down? CANDI I think you look kinda sexy. I’d like to borrow that top sometime. PAUL Don’t patronize me. CANDI OK, you look ridiculous but I still want to help you. Paul plays with a chip in the wall. CANDI I’ve been going back to school. PAUL Really? CANDI Interior design. I really like it. PAUL Good for you. CANDI I never pictured myself doing it but you showed me anyone can do anything if (cont’d) they put their minds to it. PAUL But I couldn’t do it. I was punked out. I’m a poseur. CANDI I believed in you. I still do. It’s never too late to start over. PAUL But what do I do now? Where do I go from here? CANDI Just come with me. There’s someone I want you to meet. Someone that can help you realize your full potential. PAUL Ok, I’ll go. These shorts are giving me a wedgie anyway. INT. REST HOME – DAY CINCINATTI SLIM, a weathered old black man in a satin robe reclines in a lazy boy. He’s watching TV. An old lady rubs his shoulders. Another old lady adjusts the antennae atop the television. SLIM A little to the left. The picture becomes adequately clear. SLIM Alright. That’s good. Now go get me some more cognac for my Ovaltine. The woman limps over to a table and retrieves the liquor. As she refreshes his drink a nurse enters. NURSE Mr. Slim, there are some people here to see you. SLIM Tell them to get lost. I’m watching Hangin with Mr. Cooper. NURSE Her name is Candi. She said you’d be expecting her. SLIM What’s she look like? NURSE She’s a young cute white girl. SLIM Shit. Send her in. She leaves and in a moment Candi and Paul enter the room. He slowly rises and greets Candi with a hug. CANDI Hey Slim. How you been? SLIM Oh you know, chillin. CANDI Paul, meet Cincinnati Slim. One of the greatest pimps of all time. A living legend. SLIM Aw come on now. CANDI It’s true. He’s hooked up everyone from JFK to Bill Clinton. In the seventies he won the great American pimp off seven years in a row. PAUL Impressive. CANDI This is the guy I was telling you about Slim. PAUL The youngblood? He don’t look like much. CANDI He had us turning thirty K in the first month. SLIM That’s a lot of ripple. How you do it? PAUL Oh you know, the Pygmalion effect. SLIM, to Candi So what’s his problem? CANDI He’s got the numbers game down but he needs help with his macking technique. SLIM Ah, a text book playa. You want me to school him with the straight stuff. CANDI We were hoping you could. SLIM What’s in it for me? Candi makes sure the coast is clear and pulls out a bag of weed. He takes it and smells the open bag. SLIM You got yourself a mentor youngblood. PAUL Do you use that for glaucoma? SLIM I use it to get fucked up. INT. HALLWAY Slim sits in a chair while Paul stands, awaiting instruction. SLIM Lesson one. Walk. PAUL Huh? SLIM You heard me. Walk fool. Paul begins waking casually. His arms barely move. SLIM No, no, no. You got to get your swerve on. Let balls guide you. Paul waddles like a duck. Slim whacks him on the shin with his cane. PAUL Ow! SLIM Now try. Paul limps, favouring one side. SLIM Very good. Now you got that gangsta lean goin on. PAUL I think I have a bone bruise. INT. RECREATION HALL - DAY Several mannequins are set up. They are adorned with wigs and cheap sun dresses. Each one has a purse slung over the shoulder. SLIM Lesson two. Get that money. Go! Slim pulls out a stopwatch. Paul fumbles around until Slim yells to stop. Paul hands him a wad of bills. He counts it. He shakes his head and goes over to the mannequins retrieving additional cash from cleavage, hair, shoes, etc. INT. SAME ROOM The mannequins are now set up all in a row. Slim sits cross legged on a bench. He still has the stopwatch. SLIM Lesson nine. Strengthening your pimp hand. When I say go I want you to slap a ho. Go! Paul backhands one of the dummies. He rings his hand in pain. SLIM Shit. We gonna be here all day. CUT TO TRAINING MONTAGE The following sequence is set to the tune of Mark Morrison’s Return of the Mack. -Paul reads Pimping for Dummies in a school desk. -Paul gets quicker finding money on the mannequins. -Paul reads Pimping for Intermediate Playas. -Paul slaps the fake hos with lightening speed. -Paul reads Pimping for Mutherfuckin’ Mackdaddies. INT. COURTYARD – DAY Paul balances atop a platform shoe like the Karate Kid. He twirls a cane like a katana. Slim circles him. SLIM Excellent form. I think it’s time for your final test. PAUL I’m ready teacher. SLIM As you now know, the most important part of pimping is makin money, and the more hos you have, the more money you make. So to prove you have achieved zenmackery you clock one hundred hos. PAUL A hundred! Are you senile! Slim whacks him with his cane. SLIM Maybe so but if you accomplish this task, your destiny will be fulfilled. Do accept the challenge? PAUL Bring it on Old man. Slim hits him with the cane again. PAUL Ow. EXT. BUS STOP – DAY A cute teen with a duffel bag sits on bench. Paul’s car pulls up in front of her. After a moment she gets in the car. CUT TO Paul is parked at a fast food drive through. He speaks into the intercom. He drives up to the entrance and three girls in uniform get in his car. CUT TO Paul pushes a cart in the supermarket. He comes across a hot chic browsing the condiment isle and strikes up a conversation. She hops in the cart and he wheels her away. CUT TO A woman is on a stage giving a lecture. Behind her is a banner that reads Feminist Majority Foundation. She points to some one in the crowd. Paul stands up and asks her something. She hops off stage and leaves with him. EXT. REST HOME – DAY Slim lounges on the porch, mixing himself a gin and prune juice. An old lady fans him. He strains to see something in the distance. He spits his drink out. Through the summer haze we can make out a figure approaching. It’s Paul with a woman on each arm. As we pan back we see Paul is not just escorting two women, but a hundred, fifty in each arm. Slim drops his drink and rubs his eyes. SLIM Do you see what I see? OLD LADY Cataracts? SLIM No you old bat. Even if I’m seein double, that’s a lot of hos. He hobbles toward Paul. SLIM I don’t believe it. One hundred hos. PAUL Ninety-nine actually. Shannon’s kid got sick. SLIM Holy shit. I wasn’t serious But you did it. I didn’t think it was possible. PAUL It wasn’t easy. SLIM Pimpin never is. I never thought I would live to see this day. You are the chosen one. He kneels down and kisses a cat’s eye ring on his hand. The sun basks them in its glow. INT. C-NOTE CLUB – NIGHT Copperhead walks into the club with Lexus on his arm. He knocks fists with a couple of the regulars. As he approaches a booth he is dismayed to find someone sitting there with his back to him. He taps him on the shoulder. COPPERHEAD Move yo ass sucka. This is my spot. The man doesn’t listen. COPPERHEAD You dead Mutherfucka? Get to steppin. The man remains motionless. COPPERHEAD You in trouble now bitch. Lexus, take my coat and get some ice for my knuckles. This punk gonna get beat down. Paul slowly turns around. He is decked out in full pimp regalia. A grin spreads across his face, gradually revealing a diamond encrusted grill. Copperhead shields his eyes from its blinding glow. PAUL Your number is up Copper head. There’s a new playa in town and his name is me. COPPERHEAD You again? Didn’t you learn your lesson? PAUL I’m here for the make up test. Meet me in the parking lot for the next class. COPPERHEAD This ain’t the playground punk. Fine. Let’s do it. I don’t mess up my man’s club anyway. EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT Paul waits for him like a gunslinger at high noon. Candi stands close by. A crowd has already gathered. Copperhead emerges from the club. He strides towards Paul and tries to strike him without hesitation but his blow is blocked and returned. Copperhead tries to hit him again but the same thing happens. Frustrated, he tries it again, three times in rapid succession but it is blocked and slapped every time. He falls on his ass after the last one. PAUL Had enough? COPPERHEAD Lexus! The ho jumps on his back and claws at his face. Copperhead goes for his cane. Candi runs up to Lexus and pulls her off. They start tussling. Copperhead swings his cane but Paul catches it. PAUL You’re through! COPPERHEAD Wrong! I’m ago through you! He pulls a concealed sword out of the cane. He slashes at Paul but he blocks it with the other half of the cane. He continues to swing, cutting pieces of the cane off with each slice until he has him backed against a car. He raises the sword for the deathblow. Paul is defenceless. A siren goes off and cherries illuminate the lot. Copperhead stops mid thrust. Squad cars flood the lot. Cops pour out and surround the combatants. Some of the spectators run away. Copperhead tries to hide the sword. COP You’re under arrest. COPPERHEAD What the fuck for! COP Drop the weapon. It clinks on the cement. COP You’re under arrest for threatening and assaulting a Gary Henderson. COPPERHEAD Who the fuck that is? Gary gets out of the back of one of the cop cars. GARY Remember me? COPPERHEAD Aw hell no! GARY That’ll teach you to fuck with a staffing agent. COPPERHEAD I’ll kill you! The cops escort him to a car. Gary joins Paul GARY I heard about what you were going to do. I figured I got you into this mess, I might as well try to get you out. PAUL Solid. He shakes his hand. INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT Paul and Candi lie in bed together. She plays with his chest hair. PAUL It feels so good to finally lay back now that I got my payback. CANDI I knew you could do it. Getting revenge on Copper- head must have felt wonderful. PAUL It did, but not as good as the revenge I got on my wife. CANDI Oooh. What did you do? PAUL You know Trina? I sent her to seduce her Latin boy toy. CANDI I don’t get it. What kind of revenge is giving him a free lay? PAUL She has gonorrhoea. Candi giggles. CANDI I’m not surprised. PAUL That’s not all. Check this out. He grabs a copy of the Wall Street Journal from the night table and hands it to her. There’s a picture of R.J. Remington inside being lead away by detectives. He tries to hide under his suit coat. CANDI Who’s that? PAUL My old boss. Got busted for some dirty business tactics. CANDI You did that? PAUL I had access to all the financial records and let’s just say the insider trading is a big no-no. CANDI Remind me to never get on your bad side. PAUL In that case you better get me a sandwich. INT. JAIL – DAY R.J. is being led to a cell by a pair of guards. R.J. This is nothing but an unpleasant vacation for me. I’ll be out of here in a month. You’ll see. GUARD Whatever. They reach his cell and open the gate. An rough looking character lays on the bottom bunk. He has a tattoo of a cobra on his face. R.J. whispers into a guard’s ear. R.J. I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you give me new cell. They shove him in. COPPERHEAD Whatchyou in for? R.J. I’m accused of insider trading. COPPERHEAD Ain’t that a bitch. R.J. You said it. I’m ruined. Even if I’m found innocent I won’t have a job to go back to. COPPERHEAD I wouldn’t sweat it. With that narrow white ass, I’ll have you working in no time. 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