ULTRA SLO-MO
Bodies. Hardly distinguishable as bodies even. More like Blurs. Forms. Shadows. Falling. Thrashing. Colliding. A surrealistic, choreographed human demolition derby intermittently lit by pulsating strobes. (All cloaked in pure mysterious SILENCE like some underwater ballet...

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SUDDENLY
The action explodes into real-time 24fps FRENZY as eardum-pulverizing INDUSTRIAL-DEATH THUNDER obliterates the silence. It's the Apocalypse set to a disco beat. (And here is as good a place as any to mention the double-LP soundtrack composed by like Trent (NINE INCH NAILS) Reznor (or whoever)).

The Kid, JORDAN WHITE (17), is in the middle of a slamdancing pit - gyrating, whirling, fists flying, his "Life is Shit" t-shirt shredding in the sweaty firestorm.

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Off on the sidelines, hovering in the dim, noise-drowned recesses is AMY BLUE (18, a tiny raven-haired innocent beneath her hard, clad-in-goth-black image - like a teenage Anna Karina with an asymmetrical A-cut). Behind her, in the BG over the bar, a crude undergroundish sign declares "WELCOME TO HELL".

An unlit cigarette dangling from her ebony lips, Amy scowls (cutely) as she forages through her lunchbox/purse which is plastered with Cocteau Twins, Misfits, etc stickers.

The song ends and Jordan, like a warrior staggering off the battlefield in a Kurosawa film, comes over. His pink, hairless nipples protruding from the remnants of his decimated shirt, he wraps an arm around Amy, kisses her sweetly on the cheek.

Token TRACKING SHOT across the local staked-out turf known as "Heaven" which resembles ruins leftover from the last A-Bomb test (in actuality it's the rotting, abandoned lot of a deceased drive-in theatre). Cars doing donuts. Dueling stereos blasting out competing trendy NOIZE. KIDS of all sizes, shapes and colors loitering, getting high, screwing, y'know, doing all that Rebellious Youth stuff.

We're TRAILING a NEONAZI-TYPE, no shirt, muscles, bitchin tattoos, a SNAKE draped over his shoulders like a mink stole, who zigzags through the flotsam and jetsam on his skateboard with MUSIC ("Sex On Wheelz" by THRILL KILL KULT or some such thing) cascading from his ghettoblaster.

The CAMERA comes to rest at an ultra-cool, faded sky-blue '70 Ford Torino with totally fogged-up windows.

Steam condenses and forms droplets on the windshield. A shrunken head dangles from the rearview mirror and there's tons of weird gothic toys and knickknacks populating the dashboard.

We hear the OS panting and rustling of teen sex in progress.

Jordan looks at Amy for a significant beat, his cigarette smoldering.

All of this happens so fast Amy and Jordan can only sit and stare.

There's JUMPCUT blood, confusion.

Then, before Amy and Jordan can blink, the Body materializes, like lightning in a bottle, inside the car, in the passenger seat, literally on Jordan's lap. And we get our first good look at XAVIER RED (22, intensely sexy, industrial haircut, his perfect face spattered with crimson blood spangles, and his eyes, electric blue enough normally, juiced up past overload given the circumstances). Locking the door behind him, he waves the red dripping knife at Amy and Jordan (who're still half-naked by the way), with more desperation than menace.

SOUND PULLUP
The road rumbling by, SKINNY PUPPYish TORTURE on the stereo.

Xavier examining his flesh wound (located dangerously close to the crotch of his holy levis), trying to stop the flow of blood trickling out.

He starts distractedly gazing out his window.

The Torino SCREECHES to a halt in the shadow of a gigantic, surreal, all-lit-up oil refinery which looms, spewing poison into the blackness like some menacing death factory.

Amy leaps out of the idling auto, holding the door open.

Gross CU
Bright fuchsia raspberry slushie oozing plasmalike out of the stainless steel dispenser.

Smacking his lips, Jordan finishes filling his extra-large sportsbottle and licks the excess slushie gobs from the lid with his pink tongue. He plunks his drink down on the "food area" counter next to his three SuperJumbo footlong hotdogs which are piled obscenely high with relish, ketchup, onions, etc. It's an aesthetic/gastronomical nightmare.

	JORDAN		AMY
	oh fuck...		...The Scumfuck.

There's the CA-CHUK of the shotgun being cocked as the Clerk levels the barrel right at them.

SUDDENLY
in an arty ULTRA SLO-MO BLUR, a Figure bursts in from nowhere, tackling the evil Clerk. The shotgun goes of like a thunderclap, BLASTING the cigarette rack overhead, sending packs and stray cigs flying everywhere. (This fracas actually causes the Kids to look up from the TV, but that's all they do: look up. They don't scream, run for cover, nothing...)

It's (who else?)

The Clerk starts BABBLING in Vietnamese as his Kids just sit there watching, like a row of weird little robot monkeys.

And the Clerk's head (just his HEAD, or what's left of it anyway) lands with a sickening THUK in the condiment bin across the room, right in the middle of the relish, onions and jalapeno peppers.

Xavier is left hugging a decapitated, bloodspewing corpse. Behind him, the Wife gapes in horror, making unsettling, animalish HOWLING sounds. And the weird Kids just keep on staring.

Amy and Jordan stand there, dumbstruck, looking first at Xavier, then across the room at the head perched upright in the condiment... It all seems like some insane, drug-induced hallucination.

Then crazily, it (the dismembered head) starts talking, emitting this guttural, unintelligible, scary-as-shit GIBBERISH (as well as a grody rivulet of oozy blood-juice).

Xavier, Amy and Jordan FREAK. Xavier drops the beheaded cadaver to the floor, and Amy and Jordan, petrified a second ago, now cannot scurry fast enough towards the door. Xavier follows, pausing only to snatch some greenery (which is spattered with blood and brain bits) from the gaping open register.

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Beneath the glaring, eerily pulsating fluorescents, the terrified threesome scramble for the car, falling all over themselves like postpunk-poseur Three Stooges - filmed in torturously protracted SLO, SLOOOOOOOO-MO.

We abruptly SHIFT to 24fps real-time as the trio pile into Amy's car and go SCREECHING off into the all-enveloping abyss.

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SOUND PULLOVER
OS franticness. The car engine racing with angsty-torment-MUZIK (like "The Choke" or some such thing) hammering in the BG.

The threesome, squeezed into the frontseat, fritzing out.

The car ZOOMS in flight down the expressway to oblivion.

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The BUZZING, half-burntout neon sign. Freckled with dead bugs.

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Utter blackness.
The SOUND of the key in the lock. Diffuse OS conversation.

Amy sits naked in the tub in the steamfilled room the warm water comforting her like a good massage. Her hair all wet and straggly, her mascara running, she stares up at the ceiling. Weary, scared, she feeis the direness of her situation closing in on her like a noose as she listens to the relentless, unnerving DRIP-DRIP-DRIP of the bathdrain.

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TV
Some goofy DOG OBEDIENCE SCHOOL PROGRAM. This psychotic-looking LADY TRAINER giving lessons to a disinterested Lhasa Apso.

Amy doesn't react at all when Jordan comes in, still clinging to his nearly-drained Bud like a pacifier.

Jordan goes over to the toilet. Undoes his jeans and takes a long, loud pee. The SOUND of it fills the warm, moist space. Amy looks at Jordan. Jordan looks back at Amy. They're suspended there a minute: him standing by the toilet, her dripping in the tub.

Everything - their confusion, teenage doubt, insecurity, fear, their goofy strange love - all that and more flows silently between them like electrical current.

Not even bothering to stuff his still dribbling, semi-erect (though, of course, discretely OS) cock back into his pants, Jordan goes over to Amy and sets his beer bottle down with a THUNK. The two lovers begin passionately sucking face, becoming a pretzel of grabbing hands and intertangling limbs. As they both work to rip Jordan's clothes off, Amy pulls her semi-naked boyfriend into the hot water and they make insane, violent love: their hormone~charged, pentup emotion transformed into raw, obsessive fucking. They're like two terrified animals slaughtering each other.

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TV
The DOG TRAINING SHOW gets ZAPPED in a flurry of restless CHANNEL-SWITCHING. Random FLASHFRAGMENTS of Video America: THE HOME SHOPPING CLUB, quasi-pornographic Soloflex COMMERCIALS, dopey SITCOM RERUNS, old COLORIZED MOVIES... then a HANDHELD NFWSCAMERA POV of the horrific carnage at the QuickieMart comes on...

Approaching the bathroom, Xavier peers through a lit crack in the door.

CU
Tight on Xavier's enraptured face as we hear the OS rustle of his pants coming apart and slipping down...

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(After this strenuous bit of MONTAGE, the film calms down some, breathing easier, as both the compositions and the editorial pace relax...)

Amy and Jordan are out of breath but at the same time, totally wired, trembling in the aftermath of their carnal knowledge. Amy leans back, letting her head tip into the warm water while Jordan sprawls over the edge of the white tub. He looks over at her and unable to restrain himself, bursts out laughing. Amy starts laughing too, submerging her whole head underwater.

Amy spits a mouth flil of water at Jordan which starts a huge splashing water fight (they're acting like the kids they never truly got the chance to be). In their horsing around, Jordan slips on the slick porcelain and KABONKS his head on the tiled rim.

Blood begins flowing from his nose, red liquid trickling all over his hands, on Amy's nude body, dripping into the tepid water. Amy is grossed out by the spectacle, but giggles at the same time.

SUDDENLY
The door is KICKED OPEN, causing both Amy and Jordan to just about jump out of their wet, taut skin.

Amy and Jordan, stark naked, dripping water and blood, just look at Xavier who stands over them grinning.