Suddenly a FIGHT breaks out at the
INSIDE MONEY WINDOW. Chick spins
instantly, SLAMS the door — but Vanity
jams her boot into the narrow space.
The door crashes against her instep, she
winces in pain –but Chick doesn’t
notice. He’s already upon the
OFFENDERS, heaving them against the
Vanity streaks inside, blazes up the
stairway, ducks behind a GROUP of
CHICK turns instantly — the door is
closed — VANITY, gone. His eyes dart
up the stairway — nothing. He shrugs,
drags the Two Guys off.
(18) INT. CLUB — UPPER BAR AREA — NIGHT
VANITY watches as he moves away. She
jumps up, lunges onto the dance floor,
CRASHES into a waitress, JILL, whose
tray SMASHES to the floor–
What are you retarded or
something?! Why don’t you look
where you’re going?
She’s 18 years old, blonde and pretty in
a cute, innocent way. A Daisy Mae-type
whose emotions form so quickly, she has
trouble sorting them out. Right now
she’s mad as hell — she thinks–
Sorry … where’s the office?
Jill squats, picks up the broken glasses-
Do you think you can just come
in here and take over?