48. Two-shot.
I suppose it’s tacky of me to mention this, but whatever happened to that lollipop?
You’ve earned it, my little one. Here it is!
49. Medium shot of DOM POV SOPHIE. DOM standing as he triumphantly opens his raincoat to reveal that he is naked beneath it, his trousers being merely pants legs cut off and held in place by rubber bands; i.e., typical flasher’s garb. Naturally the actor hasn’t been walking around like this, but the audience doesn’t know this.
50. Close-up SOPHIE.
You call that a lollipop?
(OC) Play your cards right, my dear...
51. Two-shot favoring the DOM.
...and it could turn out to be an all-day sucker. (She gets ready to go down on him.)
But it’s so small...
It’s a magic lollipop, my dear. The more you eat, the bigger it gets.
I was thinking... (DOM puts her head in position.)
Eat first. Later, well talk. (As she goes down on him, he delivers all or some of the following dialogue. Some on camera, some off camera.)
Ah, that’s delicious... Careful, Sophie, keep your pretty little teeth out of the way... that’s much better... Oh, that’s much better... Are you sure you haven’t done this before? No, don’t answer, never talk with your mouth full... a natural talent... truly incredible... oooh, ah, etc.
52. Close on SOPHIE’S face. The DOM cums. Her mouth is open and there is a bead of semen on her chin.
53. DOM POV SOPHIE.
Swallow it, angel. It’s full of vitamins.
54. SOPHIE POV DOM. She swallows.
You know, I can see this as a turning point in my life...
(OC) You missed a drop. (She gets the blob of sperm on her index finger and puts her finger in her mouth.) DISSOLVE:
55. Close-up the mature SOPHIE in her apartment in the same position, her finger in her mouth. She takes her finger out of her mouth, looks at it, shrugs. She goes over to the lamp she has just bought. She begins to fondle and stroke the penis-spout. After a bit she kisses it. There is an explosion. SOPHIE’S face goes out of frame. Thick red smoke begins to appear from the spout of the lamp. There is another explosion.
56. Close-up SOPHIE reacting to all this.
57. The smoke clears and we have a shot of PLUTO JONES POV SOPHIE. He is super straight in a Brooks Brothers suit, sincere tie, slim attaché case in one hand. But he does have a Satanic beard, a pair of cute little horns, and a tail.
You rang?
58. Close-up SOPHIE, reaction shot.
Oh, my God! (She runs away from him.)
59. SOPHIE runs toward camera. Camera pans as she passes to end up in a two-shot of PLUTO and SOPHIE from behind SOPHIE, PLUTO has changed position.
You’re miles away.
60. Close-up SOPHIE over PLUTO’S shoulder.
What the hell... (She runs again.)
61. Same as #59.
You’re getting warmer.
62. Same as #60.
What the devil... (She runs again,)
63. Same as #59.
(Snaps fingers; explosion.) Much warmer.
64. Same as #60.
Well, I’ll be damned... (She stands there and slowly backs away from PLUTO, hands on hips, looking at him.)
65. PLUTO POV SOPHIE.
Bull’s-eye!
66. SOPHIE POV PLUTO. She walks to the bar to pour a drink. She speaks over her shoulder as she is pouring.
And just who or what are you supposed to be, anyway?
67. Two-shot.
PLUTO JONES. My card. (He proffers a card and hands it to SOPHIE, who is standing at the bar.)
68. Close-up of PLUTO’S card, which reads: PLUTO JONES/ HELL/Department of Sexual Fulfillment/Personnel Selection Division/Recruiter, 3rd Asst./Employee number 365566774774. Camera stays here long enough for this to be easily read.
Oh, my God... (Really drawn out.)
69. Medium close-up of SOPHIE. She is taking a sip of her drink and fingering the edge of the card to check its quality. She nods to herself, impressed. Pause two beats.
(She hands the card back to PLUTO, walks past him and the camera pans to the couch as she sits down. We are now in a two-shot favoring SOPHIE. She delivers the lines during her motion, ending as she sits down.) So what’s this got to do with me? I still don’t get it.
70. Medium shot of PLUTO POV SOPHIE. He moves to the couch and sits down as the camera pans and dollies to reframe for a two-shot.
Well that’s been the whole problem, hasn’t it.
What? Oh, I see. Very cute. So the question is what in the hell have you got for me?
Well, if...
And listen, sweetie, whatever you’ve got for me, it better be something better than what I’m used to getting. Know what I mean?
Well, Sophie, if it’s in Hell, I guarantee I can get it for you. (He has opened his briefcase. He has taken out fourteen thousand forms and is arranging them on the coffee table.)
71. The same, but time has passed. PLUTO’S papers are cluttering the table, his jacket is off, his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up. The ashtray is overflowing with cigarette butts, etc.
What mixes me up is the way things fit together. You came because I went down on that lamp, but you ain’t no genie with the light brown hair.
One myth can borrow from another.
Isn’t that plagiarism?
On a grand scale, it’s called research.
(Over her glass as she drains it.) Oh, it’s like that.
72. PLUTO POV SOPHIE. Fiddling still with papers. Businesslike.
No, actually it’s like this... (Snaps fingers; explosion.)
73. Same as #72. SOPHIE staring at her drink now full again. Looks for a second. Takes a sip.
Very convenient, that, very convenient.
74. PLUTO, as in #72.
Merely parlor games. (But he looks a bit proud, then again all business.) However, why don’t we get back to the deal I’m offering.