More sex. Last shot in the sequence is oral. RASPUTIN is fingering and eating both of them and they are sucking and kissing his cock together. He comes and they share it between them, lick it off each other’s faces, kiss each other, and finally ANNA and KARENINA, who have come six hundred and seventy-three times before coaxing an orgasm out of RASPUTIN, fall totally collapsed across the bed. They are really exhausted. RASPUTIN gets up, looks at them in disgust, goes over to a table and picks up a chicken leg. He starts to take a bite of it, notices it smells funny, goes through a sniffing routine and shrugs and starts eating it.
(OC) I wonder what’s wrong with the chicken leg.
(OC) You’ll never guess where I put it.
(OC) Sophie!
(OC) Well, I had to do something, didn’t I? But it didn’t even take the edge off.
134. Two-shot of PLUTO and SOPHIE. She is hot to give RASPUTIN a try.
Ready to try it?
Send me in, coach. (There is a finger snap, etc.)
135. Two-shot RASPUTIN in foreground, SOPHIE in back. He looks up at her, then goes back to his chicken leg. He waves her away without looking again.
Well, hello, tiger. If you like the taste of the chicken, I’ve got more of the sauce.
Office hours are over, go away.
Now come on, Rasputin, you mean to tell me you can’t spare some time away from that chicken leg for the best thing that ever came your way?
136. Close-up RASPUTIN POV SOPHIE.
See me Thursday. Next Thursday. Next Thursday about four o’clock. (Pause, then he remembers.) Don’t be late. I charge by the appointment, not the appearance.
137. Two-shot.
I had a shrink like that once. But instead of him shrinking my head I wound up shrinking something of his. Listen, Rasputin, I figure nobody lives up to his reputation, but your press agent has really been doing a number on the world.
138. Close-up SOPHIE, POV RASPUTIN.
What do you mean?
139. Two-shot.
I mean you’re supposed to be the greatest thing in sex since the discovery of the horizontal surface, and now you’re telling me that you can’t get it up until next Thursday. (He takes his first real look at her. He likes what he sees, but he’s all fucked out and so not interested.)
Here, take a good look. (She strips.) Pluto’s finest work, but for all the effect it’s having I should have come as a panda bear. (She goes over and sticks her box in his face.) Take a good sniff. Dip your chicken leg in it, you dummy. It’ll do me more good than anything else you’ve got. (He’s on his feet now, and pissed off.)
140. Close on RASPUTIN.
Do you dare to criticize my potency?
141. Close-up SOPHIE, POV RASPUTIN.
First I’d have to experience it. Then I’ll criticize it.
142. Two-shot favoring RASPUTIN.
Are you criticizing my organ? My organ? Do you dare to criticize the instrument of the Holy One?
143. Pan down his body to his crotch.
Look, let’s not make such a fuss over such a little thing.
144. Close-up RASPUTIN speechless with rage.
(OC) I mean, I guess once a week is enough for a man like you.
(He looks at her for the first real good look. He makes a decision while he speaks.) You’ll find me not unprepared. Certainly there is always a spare moment or two to handle special problems that are brought to my attention outside the more normal hours of daily audience. (He gets up and begins his performance. He obviously has done this a million times before and regards SOPHIE as a pushover.)
145. Close on SOPHIE. Oh-no look with a raised eyebrow.
Look, I’ve already seen the matinee per—
And as I stand here blessed with the special perception of the Deity Himself...
146. Two-shot.
...THE DEITY HIMSELF!!!! He has implanted in my mind the understanding that you have a particular problem, and thank you, Deity (Does his thank you shtik.) for sending this unfortunate to me for guidance...
147. Over RASPUTIN’S shoulder to SOPHIE. RASPUTIN continues talking throughout.
I hate to shatter your illusions...
...But before I am able to give you the special assistance you require there is a question I must ask...
...but the Deity didn’t have a damn thing to do with this.
148. Two-shot.
...so that I may better offer the unequaled wisdom flowing through my body directly from the Deity, who as you know has the most infinite of concern even for the most infinitesimal of his creatures...
149. Close on RASPUTIN. He moves toward the camera.
...do you masturbate?
150. From behind RASPUTIN. Medium close-up of SOPHIE.
Sixteen times every goddamn day.
151. From close on RASPUTIN, reframe for a medium two-shot.
You... you do?
Rain or shine. Day in and day out, in and out, in and out. (Mimes masturbatory motions.)
...you do?... (Surprised at her frankness.)... every day? (SOPHIE is nodding agreement. She is enjoying this.) Well then. (He is really taken aback.) Well then, there is only one course of treatment open to you.
And we both know what that is, don’t we?
Yes, definitely only one course of treatment. (He whirls to face her.) You must think only of distinct shapes and only in the primary colors. (He goes back to his chicken leg. He sits again on the floor and begins noisily eating. Camera zooms in and reframes SOPHIE in close-up.)