TIGHT SHOT OF ENGLEMAN

ENGLEMAN

          You’re an “it girl” … Oh yes you are, yes you are. I know you hate to
          be pigeonholed, absolutely hate it—am I right?

WIDER ANGLE reveals ENGLEMAN with mentally disabled GIRL using forearm crutches. She’s in her late teens, fair haired.

She nods, smiling coyly.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          It’s intangible…

(he draws his hand slowly
down her back and caresses her ass)

          It’s charisma.

She looks blankly at ENGLEMAN.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          You have Fitzsimmons syndrome, don’t you?

GIRL

(slow, impaired spech)

          I’m Judy.

ENGLEMAN

          Mental retardation, spastic paraplegia, palmoplantar hyperkerato–
          sis. Familiar syndrome transmitted as an X-linked trait … Not bad
          for an amateur, huh? I’m a neurologist by avocation. Some people
          fly-fish, snorkel … What can I tell ya?

He takes out his metal canister of crystal meth.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          Why don’t you try some of this? Have you ever done this before?

She shakes her head slowly back and forth.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          I think your father keeps you a bit sheltered, doesn’t he? Well, you’re
          a little slow, sweetheart, and I think this might help. Stimulates the
          dopamine receptors. Here, put this up near your nose and sniff in
          like this—

He takes two voracious hits and then puts the canister up to the GIRL’s nostril. She sniffs weakly.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          Good job!

She claps.

ENGLEMAN (CONT’D)

          Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do now.

He removes her forearm crutches, sets her in her wheelchair, and wheels her out into the front foyer—

The TEENAGE ACTRESS playing the GIRL somehow slips forward and tumbles out of the wheelchair.

TEENAGE ACTRESS

          Shit … I’m sorry!

As she looksup from the floor, she starts LAUGHING, and the entire crew CRACKS UP, and gives her a teasing ovation.