we?
Mr. Rieger picks the lock. He slowly opens the door. Tom Bauer – a mid-teens Caucasian male with blue, shoulder-length hair – reads on a bathroom floor. He bobs his head to music on his Walkman.
J. RIEGER : Not exactly Mr. High Alert, is he?
[kicks Mr. Bauer]
What ’cha doing?
TOM BAUER : You fucking freak! When the bathroom door is closed and locked –
J. RIEGER : Let’s see what turns your crank.
T. BAUER : Give that back!
J. RIEGER :
Mechanisms of Drug Resistance in Temporal Lobe Dysfunctions: Lessons from Oncology
. Wow. You are one sick puppy.
T. BAUER : Mom!
J. RIEGER : She’s not home. It’s just you and me.
[00:12:22]
Tom Bauer sits cross-legged on the couch in the living room. He cuts marijuana leaves onto a dinner plate.
J. RIEGER : I would tape
Billy the Kid vs. Dracula
but somebody hocked the VCR .
Mr. Bauer makes an obscene gesture with his middle finger.
J. RIEGER : I’m assuming that’s how you bought your pot.
T. BAUER : This? This is just some crappy shake we found in a dumpster, man.
J. RIEGER : We?
T. BAUER : The royal we. As in, “We are of the opinion that this movie is crap.”
J. RIEGER : I happen to think this movie puts some much-needed edge in John Carradine’s oeuvre.
T. BAUER : His oeuvre, huh?
J. RIEGER : I can explain it in small words.
T. BAUER : Man, his oeuvre needed to pay rent real bad.
J. RIEGER : Don’t use words unless you know what they mean. It gives away your ignorance.
T. BAUER : Blow it out your oeuvre.
J. RIEGER : Why were you reading a medical textbook in the bathroom with the door locked?
T. BAUER : I said let it go.
J. RIEGER : Why would you want to hide that?
T. BAUER : Man, you’re a bug.
[00:13:59]
Tom Bauer carefully soaps a silver 1992 Jaguar XJS coupe.
J. RIEGER : You shouldn’t let Richard push you around.
T. BAUER : For a couch surfer, you got one fancy car.
J. RIEGER : You have to stand up to him.
T. BAUER : If I was you, I’d sell this car and get my own apartment.
J. RIEGER : Are you listening to me?
T. BAUER : Richard’s a fling. She’s already avoiding his phone calls. She’ll –
J. RIEGER : Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
T. BAUER : I’m rinsing off the soap.
J. RIEGER : How many times do I have to tell you? Rinse with the tepid water from the buckets.
T. BAUER : This is so not worth what you’re paying me.
J. RIEGER : What did I just say? No cold water!
Mr. Rieger is hit with a spray of water. He tips backward and sits on the ground, shielding his face. Mr. Bauer laughs. Mr. Rieger stands and charges. Mr. Bauer drops the hose. Mr. Rieger chases Mr. Bauer around the Jaguar four times.
The camera tumbles and comes to rest, focused on a brick wall. Mr. Rieger and Mr. Bauer can be heard struggling nearby.
J. RIEGER : You’re going to clean my car exactly the way I tell you to, when I tell you.
T. BAUER : Go fuck yourself.
J. RIEGER : You will do it.
T. BAUER : Or what?
J. RIEGER : I’ll go to your school, find Paulina Mazenkowski, and tell her everything you told me.
[pause]
And a few things you didn’t.
Mr. Rieger laughs. Footsteps approach the camera.
T. BAUER : You’re such an asshole.
J. RIEGER : Paulina! I wooove you! I can’t wiiive without you! When you put your big, pouty lips on your flute and blow, I –
T. BAUER : Shut up! Shut –
[00:16:17]
Two unidentified early-twenties females pose nude on a bed. The first female, a Caucasian with a small build and blond hair, is prone with two pillows under her hips. Her wrists are handcuffed behind her back. The second female, a slim Hispanic brunette, wears a brown strap-on. They both stare into the camera and wait.
J. RIEGER : Tell her what you’re going to do.
2 nd FEMALE : I’m going to fuck you raw, slut.
J. RIEGER : Hit her.
The 2 nd Female repeatedly slaps the 1 st Female’s buttocks. They engage in intercourse.
[00:22:03]
Both women are unconscious. The 1 st Female is handcuffed to the headboard. The 2 nd Female
Mr. Rieger picks the lock. He slowly opens the door. Tom Bauer – a mid-teens Caucasian male with blue, shoulder-length hair – reads on a bathroom floor. He bobs his head to music on his Walkman.
J. RIEGER : Not exactly Mr. High Alert, is he?
[kicks Mr. Bauer]
What ’cha doing?
TOM BAUER : You fucking freak! When the bathroom door is closed and locked –
J. RIEGER : Let’s see what turns your crank.
T. BAUER : Give that back!
J. RIEGER :
Mechanisms of Drug Resistance in Temporal Lobe Dysfunctions: Lessons from Oncology
. Wow. You are one sick puppy.
T. BAUER : Mom!
J. RIEGER : She’s not home. It’s just you and me.
[00:12:22]
Tom Bauer sits cross-legged on the couch in the living room. He cuts marijuana leaves onto a dinner plate.
J. RIEGER : I would tape
Billy the Kid vs. Dracula
but somebody hocked the VCR .
Mr. Bauer makes an obscene gesture with his middle finger.
J. RIEGER : I’m assuming that’s how you bought your pot.
T. BAUER : This? This is just some crappy shake we found in a dumpster, man.
J. RIEGER : We?
T. BAUER : The royal we. As in, “We are of the opinion that this movie is crap.”
J. RIEGER : I happen to think this movie puts some much-needed edge in John Carradine’s oeuvre.
T. BAUER : His oeuvre, huh?
J. RIEGER : I can explain it in small words.
T. BAUER : Man, his oeuvre needed to pay rent real bad.
J. RIEGER : Don’t use words unless you know what they mean. It gives away your ignorance.
T. BAUER : Blow it out your oeuvre.
J. RIEGER : Why were you reading a medical textbook in the bathroom with the door locked?
T. BAUER : I said let it go.
J. RIEGER : Why would you want to hide that?
T. BAUER : Man, you’re a bug.
[00:13:59]
Tom Bauer carefully soaps a silver 1992 Jaguar XJS coupe.
J. RIEGER : You shouldn’t let Richard push you around.
T. BAUER : For a couch surfer, you got one fancy car.
J. RIEGER : You have to stand up to him.
T. BAUER : If I was you, I’d sell this car and get my own apartment.
J. RIEGER : Are you listening to me?
T. BAUER : Richard’s a fling. She’s already avoiding his phone calls. She’ll –
J. RIEGER : Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
T. BAUER : I’m rinsing off the soap.
J. RIEGER : How many times do I have to tell you? Rinse with the tepid water from the buckets.
T. BAUER : This is so not worth what you’re paying me.
J. RIEGER : What did I just say? No cold water!
Mr. Rieger is hit with a spray of water. He tips backward and sits on the ground, shielding his face. Mr. Bauer laughs. Mr. Rieger stands and charges. Mr. Bauer drops the hose. Mr. Rieger chases Mr. Bauer around the Jaguar four times.
The camera tumbles and comes to rest, focused on a brick wall. Mr. Rieger and Mr. Bauer can be heard struggling nearby.
J. RIEGER : You’re going to clean my car exactly the way I tell you to, when I tell you.
T. BAUER : Go fuck yourself.
J. RIEGER : You will do it.
T. BAUER : Or what?
J. RIEGER : I’ll go to your school, find Paulina Mazenkowski, and tell her everything you told me.
[pause]
And a few things you didn’t.
Mr. Rieger laughs. Footsteps approach the camera.
T. BAUER : You’re such an asshole.
J. RIEGER : Paulina! I wooove you! I can’t wiiive without you! When you put your big, pouty lips on your flute and blow, I –
T. BAUER : Shut up! Shut –
[00:16:17]
Two unidentified early-twenties females pose nude on a bed. The first female, a Caucasian with a small build and blond hair, is prone with two pillows under her hips. Her wrists are handcuffed behind her back. The second female, a slim Hispanic brunette, wears a brown strap-on. They both stare into the camera and wait.
J. RIEGER : Tell her what you’re going to do.
2 nd FEMALE : I’m going to fuck you raw, slut.
J. RIEGER : Hit her.
The 2 nd Female repeatedly slaps the 1 st Female’s buttocks. They engage in intercourse.
[00:22:03]
Both women are unconscious. The 1 st Female is handcuffed to the headboard. The 2 nd Female
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