Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2016 23:12:01 GMT
FADE IN:
INT. MEMPHIS INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE – JULY 3RD, 2016
Neville Proctor stands in front of the American Airlines kiosk with Doll standing at his side and his group of disciples gathered behind him. This draws a lot of attention from nearby bystanders, except for the clerk working the kiosk, who finds it more important to text on her iPhone than deal with the waiting customers.
Proctor tugs on Doll’s collar.
DOLL
“AHEM!”
“AHEM!”
The clerk lets out a sigh and finishes the text she is writing before putting her phone down and actually taking notice of the customers in front of her.
Neville Proctor has really taken being a nudist to heart, standing there in front of her fully in the nude. Doll wears tight leather head to toe, and the rest of the gang are all dressed in these god-awful looking cloaks.
Neville smiles.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“First class to Hollywood!”
“First class to Hollywood!”
The clerk working the kiosk doesn't even look or check the computer.
CLERK
“Sold out.”
“Sold out.”
The clerk reaches down and retrieves her iPhone.
CLERK
“And until you put clothes on, you
won’t be flying anywhere from
this airport.”
“And until you put clothes on, you
won’t be flying anywhere from
this airport.”
She glances down, taking a quick peek at Proctor’s junk.
CLERK
"Nothing to be proud off."
Proctor looks down at his own member; the airport is cold and the coolness has made it smaller than normal.
Neville yanks on Doll’s collar for her to drop to her knees. She drops down in an instant.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Darling, show her how big it
can get!"
"Darling, show her how big it
can get!"
The clerk eyes shoot up in an instant, and she almost drops her phone.
CLERK
"SECURITY!"
"SECURITY!"
CUT TO:
EXT. MEMPHIS POLICE DEPARTMENT – MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE – JULY 4TH, 2016
The main entrance opens up, and Neville Proctor walks out dressed in a pair of orange coveralls. He spots his disciples waiting by the curb on the street and beelines it right for them.
He gives each one a hug, except Nubs; Nubs receives a pat on the head. It's awkward giving Nubs a hug. The wheelchair and the no legs and no arms are unsettling to Proctor. Doll, his sex slave, gets a sloppy kiss.
He steps back from his disciples. With his grin gone, the lovey-dovey time is over.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Status report."
"Status report."
Glasses, Proctor’s disciple slash manager, steps forward.
GLASSES
"Funds have reached zero."
"Funds have reached zero."
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"English Glasses. What does that
even mean?"
"English Glasses. What does that
even mean?"
Neville is an amazing talent inside the ring, but dumber than a box of nails.
GLASSES
"You are broke my Lord. No money in
the bank."
"You are broke my Lord. No money in
the bank."
Proctor looks shocked.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Who would steal money from
there, Lord?"
"Who would steal money from
there, Lord?"
GLASSES
"No one, my Lord. We never had any
money, and the last of what we
did have barely was enough to
bail you out."
"No one, my Lord. We never had any
money, and the last of what we
did have barely was enough to
bail you out."
Proctor puts his thinking cap on; which is him telling Doll to rub his head until an idea comes.
GLASSES
"And I have more news."
"And I have more news."
Proctor’s eyes are closed and he has a pleasurable smile on his face, enjoying the head massage Doll is giving him.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Speak – oh that feels so good, yes."
"Speak – oh that feels so good, yes."
GLASSES
"Engage called, you will be facing
Amarillo Nash on Sunday."
Proctor holds his hand up, and Doll stops.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"When?"
GLASSES
"I just said – Sunday."
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Doll, do that thing you do
with your hands to my beard."
Doll puts her fingers into his beard and begins to comb it with her nails.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Ah, yes. We need to get to
Hollywood ASAP."
GLASSES
"Except, my Lord, we have no money
to make this happen. Can't fly,
can't rent a car, and can't
take a bus."
NEVILLE PROCTOR
"Yes, that's a good point, excellent
point. Then—“
He looked at Nubs and his wheelchair.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“I have an idea.”
TOKEN
“How? We have no clue which way to go.”
“I have an idea.”
TOKEN
“How? We have no clue which way to go.”
Neville looked away from the wheelchair and at Token.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“We go west, stupid.”
“We go west, stupid.”
Proctor laughed at Token's stupid question and, at the same time, pointed North.
CUT TO:
EXT. MEMPHIS POLICE DEPARTMENT—MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE—MOMENTS LATER
The overalls Proctor was wearing laid on the sidewalk, and up ahead, Proctor sat in Nubs' wheelchair - Naked - with Doll crawling on all fours beside him and Shorty pushing the wheelchair.
Beluga cradled Nubs in her arms, and they were off, heading towards Hollywood in the wrong direction.
END/
