A Better Life Through Plastic Surgery

A BETTER LIFE THROUGH PLASTIC SURGERY
FADE IN: TITLE CARD
This is based on a true story.
For the usual reasons the characters and circumstances have

been changed, and changed again. In fact, changed beyond all
recognition.
INT. WOMB-LIKE CAVE - SURREAL
CAMERA peers in through an open doorway.
A NUDE WOMAN (50s) floats in the air.
Her thighs are scarred knee to crotch, abdomen hip to hip.
Her breasts are fake and lopsided.
Wind whips her brilliant red hair around her hideous face:
enormous lips, pinched eyes, sharp nose, purplish-green skin
taut across tall cheekbones and forehead.
She smiles.
The wind reverses.
The CAMERA rapidly tracks back.
The door SLAMS shut.
EXT. FRONT DOOR - SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA DAY - 00S
DR. ADOLPHE NAZAIRE (35) - tall, dark, oddly attractive, a

bit awkward - scans his estate: mansion, flawless
landscaping, tennis courts, swimming pool and a cabana.
He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his monogrammed silk robe.
He knocks one out, lights up -- takes a drag.
He drops the cigarette, steps on it with monogrammed slippers

and pulls a bottle of Listerine from his robe.
He GARGLES... SPITS...
Checks the door locks.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Adolphe, seated at the breakfast table, reads a self-help

book and scribbles notes.
2.
On cue of the coffee makers last spurt, KRISTIN (25) - eight

months pregnant, blond bobbed hair, dressed hip with a bare
midriff - enters, grabs the pot and fills a travel mug.
KRISTIN
Morning you. You kept us up all
night.
ADOLPHE
Yeah. Sorry, pookie. Just restless.
KRISTIN
Wanna play Nun tonight?
ADOLPHE
Really?
KRISTIN
Sure baby. If itll help you sleep.
ADOLPHE
Boom!
Kristin takes the book, Change Your Brain, Change Your

Life. Its signed by the author.
She holds her belly.
KRISTIN
Heres your big change, mister. Im
already so in love with him.
He places his ear against her belly. She kisses his forehead.
KRISTIN (CONT'D)
Mommy loves you too... Adolphe?
Youve been smoking.
ADOLPHE
No I havent.
KRISTIN
Nice. Im married to a liar.
She wets a tissue in her mouth, wipes a spot off of his face.
KRISTIN (CONT'D)
Ash.
INT. FOYER - DAY
Kristin walks to the door and opens it.

3.
The sunlight blows the details to white.
Door closes -- light dims, revealing Adolphe with his book.
INT. NURSERY - DAY
Its decorated with checkered flag wallpaper, race-car mobile

and a Formula 1 crib.
Adolphe peers in through the door -- pretends to drive.
ADOLPHE
Vvrrrooooooommm. Screeeeeeeeeeeech.
Kablooey!
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
He stuffs his self-help book into a bookcase jammed with self-

help books.
INT. SHOWER - DAY
Adolphe adjusts the shower mirror.
He inspects tiny scars on his nose, ears, jaw and hairline.
He has a long, jagged scar up his inner forearm.
INT. GARAGE - DAY
His bespoke suit hangs on him like uncomfortable skin.
His FOOTSTEPS ECHO as he crosses three empty spaces to his

red Ferrari Spider convertible.
The California license plate reads: FCE LFTR.
INT. FERRARI - DAY
He adjusts his iPod as the automatic driveway gate opens.
A BLUE BENTLEY passes.
The silhouetted DRIVER looks -- turns away. The silhouetted

PASSENGERS head bobbles.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
I wake every morning thrilled I can
help people have a better life.
4.
The Bentley accelerates.
INT. ADOLPHES OFFICE - DAY
Its sparse, clean, modern.
Adolphe sits on the edge of his desk. Behind him, three flat
screen monitors exhibit --
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: face-lifts, tummy tucks, thigh

contours, nose jobs, eye jobs, buttock lifts, breast
augmentations and more.
People are much happier in the after photos than the before.
ADOLPHE
Isnt that what we all want? What
we dream of? A better life? But
keep in mind, no matter how sleek
you become, no matter how glamorous
you appear, no matter how much you
defy gravity and flout nature, no
matter how much you change on the
outside, on the inside, the truth
is, you will remain the same.
Trixie, the inside? Well, thats a
whole other story.
TRIXIE (16) - wide nose, weak chin, thin lips, flat chest -
and her MOTHER (45) - smooth skin, perfect nose, full lips,
large breasts - sit on a designer couch and listen.
Adolphe hits a button on his wireless keyboard.
The photos change to GLAMOUR SHOTS of impossibly beautiful,

smiley, happy people.
ADOLPHE (CONT'D)
Youll look different. Youll get
more attention. Flirting, dates?
But dont let that fool you. Youll
still be you. Any emotional
problems, anything you havent
dealt with, anything you might be
running away from, anything
troubling you before the surgery,
will still be troubling you after
the surgery. That Im helpless to
change... Youre a very lovely
young lady. Do you need some time
to think?
5.
Adolphe smiles at her -- her Mother smiles at her -- the

glamour shots smile at her.
Trixie smiles back.
Her mouth is packed full of dental hardware.
She bounces up and down and tries to hug her Mother.
Her Mothers breasts make it nearly impossible.
MOTHER
Cupcake! It is so worth it.
TRIXIE
(spitting)
Chashhity Shhaxby ish gonna be
totally pissthsed.
EXT. RODEO DRIVE - SAME MOMENT
A crucifix bounces between Kristins breasts in time with the

CLICKS of her heels. She is on her cell phone.
KRISTIN
Yeah, any day now. No. Got a
Brazilian. Yeah! Well you dont get
a second chance to make a good
first impression. Adolphe..? Busy
self-helping himself... I know!
She opens a maternity shop door and enters.
The door closes.
The blue Bentley is reflected in the doors glass.
The drivers window is open, red hair flits in the breeze.
INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY
A BALD MANS head bobbles -- dots of transplanted hair toss

about on top of it.
Masked faces look down: An ANESTHETIST, a NURSE and Adolphe.
They are concentrating on -- the mans plump, jiggling ass.

Every ram of the lipo tube spawns multiple ripples of fat.
Adolphe is trance-like -- drifting.
A long SUCKING sound snaps him back.

6.
They all stare at the ass.
NURSE
Much better.
ANESTHETIST
Much, much better.
ADOLPHE
Boom.
Adolphe studies his reflection in the blade of a scalpel.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Bald man with plump, jiggly ass --
bald man with hair plugs and a less plump, jiggly ass.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT/CANDLE LIT
Kristin applies green facial mask to her forehead, cheeks,

nose and makes a green smiley face on her pregnant belly.
She dances to the tub and tests the water temperature.
INT. FERRARI - NIGHT
Adolphe smokes a cigarette and winds up the narrow roads of

the Hollywood Hills.
Headlights bear down in front of him -- he pulls over.
The blue Bentley passes and the drivers silhouette waves.
Adolphe shrugs -- flicks the cigarette out of the window.
He grabs a bottle of Listerine from the glove compartment.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
His STEPS ECHO as he walks past Kristins SUV.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
ADOLPHE
Hello!
Adolphe pours a glass of red wine -- leaves the kitchen.

7.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Wind blows through Adolphes hair.
He looks left -- the front door is wide open.
He looks up the hall.
The wind reverses -- the door sucks shut.
BAM.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
He fills his glass, guzzles, refills -- trembles as he lights

a cigarette.
INT. HALL - NIGHT
He looks up the staircase and exhales -- scratches his neck.

Hives have broken out.
ADOLPHE
Hello?
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Adolphe stands silhouetted by the light.
Kristin lies motionless in the empty tub.
Her arms and legs drape over the sides -- a rolled note
stands in her open mouth -- the green smiley face is sliced
in half -- her womb is slashed open.
The BABY is gone.
Adolphe vomits -- hyperventilates.
He takes the note from her mouth, reads it -- slides to the

floor -- takes her hand -- holds it to his face.
He takes a drag of cigarette, throws it to the floor and

crushes it out with his Italian loafer.
ADOLPHE
There are a couple of things I
probably shouldve told you.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Kristin - alive, happy, pregnant --

Kristin - dead, unhappy, stitches zigzagging through her gut
8.
INT. ORPHANAGE BEDROOM - EAST COAST DAY - 80S
Its a tiny room with a single bed and night-stand.
On the night-stand is a framed photo of SISTER SARA O'HARA

(25). Her habit's headdress, a wimple, covers all but her
pretty face. A crucifix adorns her neck.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
My early childhood is a blank so I
can only begin in my 13th year.
Back when my name was Franky... And
I was madly in love...
FRANKY MILLER (13) - perpetually adolescent, thin, caved

chest, prominent nose, weak cheeks, pale skin, large ears
that stick out of long hair - makes faces in a mirror.
FRANKY
What are you looking at? Why I
oughta...
He knocks a half smoked joint, a roach, from a pack of Juicy

Fruit gum.
He crumbles the gum pack and throws it out the window -- puts
the roach to his lips -- lights up and tokes.
He spreads his arms like airplane wings and zooms over to the
window, exhaling smoke through his nose.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Mayday, Im hit. Eject. Eject.
Vvrrrooooooommm. Kablooey!
He takes another toke -- the ash burns his fingers -- he

drops the roach.
It lands on the windowsill -- rolls past a bottle of

Listerine -- then out of the window.
EXT. WINDOW - DAY
Franky watches the roach fall six stories...
FRANKY
Fssssssssssssss... Kaboom!
...and spark onto the sidewalk, resting beside the discarded

gum pack and a sign - MOTHERS ARMS BOYS & GIRLS HOME.
SARA (O.S.)
Franky!
9.
Franky swiftly exhales.
He grabs the Listerine, GARGLES and SPITS out of the window

just as Sister Sara opens the door.
INT. ORPHANAGE HALLWAY - DAY
KIDS are harassing SISTER DEBRA (60).
DEBRA
Youre all trouble. Trouble Im
telling you. Sara. Help.
Sara enters Frankys room and closes the door.
INT. ORPHANAGE BEDROOM - DAY
She sets a bowl of porridge down beside her photo.
SARA
Those little monkeys.
She sits on the bed, adjusts her photograph and flips her
wimple, like hair, over her shoulders.
SARA (CONT'D)
We missed you at breakfast. Youll
never make any friends if I keep
bringing it up here.
FRANKY
I dont need friends.
SARA
Pshaw. Have you started smoking
now?
He shakes his head.
She wets a tissue in her mouth, cleans a spot off his cheek.
She pulls a joint from her habit, lights up -- passes it.
SARA (CONT'D)
Dont look at me like that, Franky.
Did you think I was a Saint? The
Virgin Mother? Far from it.
Sara flings off her wimple and shakes out her blond bob.
She picks up an open self-help book from Frankys bed,

PUTTING YOUR MIND TO SUCCESS. Its signed by the author.
10.
She leafs through it.
SARA (CONT'D)
What do you think youll do when
you leave here?
FRANKY
Play in a band. Tour.
SARA
Youre a dreamer, Franky.
FRANKY
Maybe a stunt man. Hi -- Yaaaaah!
He makes a karate chop -- jumps onto the bed.
SARA
Wouldnt it just be great, Franky,
to wake up one morning and have
your life all figured out for you?
Everything just taken care of?
Wouldnt that just be something?
FRANKY
Dont you have that?
SARA
Oh pshaw!
FRANKY
When Im famous Ill take you away.
Anywhere you want.
(taking book from Sara)
I can do anything if I put my mind
to it.
SARA
Retard.
They each toke, lie back, gaze at the ceiling.
He makes an awkward attempt to kiss her.
She sits up rapidly -- rigidly -- and points skyward to God.
SARA (CONT'D)
Franky! Im married!
She puts on her wimple and passes the joint.
SARA (CONT'D)
Get outside today Franky. Youre
too pale. It scares the other kids.
11.
She walks out -- shuts the door.
Franky tokes, picks up her photo and exhales over it.
The smoke forms wings, making her seem like an Angel.
EXT. ORPHANAGE - DAY
FATHER JIM (60) - tall, thin - holds Frankys roach in his

palm and stares up at the building.
The shoulder of his black clergy shirt is wet with mouthwash.

A crumpled Juicy Fruit wrapper sits at his feet.
Franky walks out.
FATHER JIM
Hey! How you doing my boy? Youre
growing like a bad weed. Yes Sir!
JOCK (O.S.)
Hey, Freak!
A GIRL JOCK and a BOY CHEERLEADER exit an alley.
Franky breaks into a run -- they chase him.
FATHER JIM
Stand your ground, Franky. Nothing
like an ass-kicking to build a
little character.
Father Jim checks out the girl as she passes -- tosses the
roach -- knocks back a hit from a flask.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Franky runs down a path, ditches into the bushes, rolls down
a hill -- slides under a log.
The Jock and Cheerleader run past.
Franky pops his head out -- the coast is clear.
He strolls along a tall stone wall topped with silver spikes.
He hears girls GIGGLING on the other side.
He looks up the wall, then to a tree on his left.
CHEERLEADER (O.S.)
Hey, Freak.
12.
JOCK (O.S.)
Give us some weed.
Franky looks right - the Cheerleader makes a fist. He looks

left - the Jock mashes her fist into her palm.
He scrambles up the tree.
EXT. TREETOP - DAY
Franky peers over the wall.
FRANKY
Wow...
There is: a mansion, flawless landscaping, tennis courts,

swimming pool and a cabana.
A red Ferrari Spider convertible pulls into the parking area.

Its Connecticut license plate reads: BTTR BRSTS.
DR. BOGHOS (40) - tall, dark, handsome, dressed in a

monogrammed tennis sweater - jumps out of the car.
He waves to TUTU, TITI AND TOTO (13) - perpetually dour,

pudgy triplets with feathered hair and crocheted bikinis.
They wave back.
A rock whizzes by Frankys head...
EXT. ESTATE - DAY
... and splashes into the pool.
Tutu looks up. She covers herself with a tiny paperback.
TUTU
Peeper in the tree! Peeper in the
tree! How pathetic.
TITI
Pathetic little bastard.
TOTO
Royally pathetic.
FRANKY
Look. Im not looking.
BOGHOS
Hold on girls! Ill save you!
13.
CUTTING BACK AND FORTH: The Triplets throw plastic glasses

and pool toys from one side of the wall. The Jock and
Cheerleader throw rocks from the other side.
TUTU
Degenerate!
TITI
Ogler!
JOCK
Youre dead meat, Freak!
TOTO
Sicko!
CHEERLEADER
Your ass is grass!
BOGHOS
Take that, Debaucher-er! Ha!
A beach ball knocks Franky off balance -- a rock WHAPS the

back of his head.
As he tries to catch himself he cuts his forearm on a spike.
The Triplets GASP -- the Jock and Cheerleader run off.
Hanging from the branch like a sloth, Franky stares at the

bloody gash in his arm, then at his face reflected in the
sharp, bloody, spike.
His BREATHS deepen. His heart THUMPS.
BOGHOS (CONT'D)
You all right, son?
His eyes roll back into his head.
He drops out of the tree.
Franky wakes up next to the negligeed Triplets in a large

canopy bed. He slides out.
TUTU
Hurry back.
TITI
Yes. Hurry.
14.
TOTO
Wed feel pathetic if you didnt.
He puts a monogrammed silk robe on over his monogrammed silk

pajamas and slips into monogrammed silk slippers.
The Cheerleader and Jock stand next to a red kid-sized

electric Ferrari Spider convertible parked nearby.
He hands Franky keys -- she opens the tiny car door.
CHEERLEADER
Good morning, Sir. Sleep tight?
JOCK
You look rested this morning, Sir.
Franky climbs in -- revs up -- peels away.
He spirals down a FALLOPIAN-LIKE TUBE.
Hanging on its fleshy walls are heroic paintings of Franky.

He salutes each of these tributes as he passes.
He speeds into a KITCHEN-LIKE AREA and SCREECHES to a stop.
Sara, dressed in a Nuns wimple and a religious themed

bikini, offers him breakfast: sausage, eggs, hash browns with
a side of pancakes.
SARA
Heres your Grand Slam Breakfast.
Made just the way you like it --
Sara touches Frankys forearm.
SARA (CONTD)
(Boghos' voice)
Is this yours?
INT. MANSION KITCHEN - DAY
Boghos has a needle and suture -- he breaks into a smile.
Franky is lying on the kitchen table. He has stitches

zigzagging up his forearm.
The Triplets crowd Sara, hold her hands and gaze at her.
She brushes them off.
SARA
Yes. All mine. Franky, you OK?
15.
FRANKY
Im fine.
TUTU
He looks pathetic.
BOGHOS
Boy, thats a nasty gash you got.
Lucky I was there.
SARA
Hes going to be alright isnt he?
BOGHOS
Yes, dandy. Just scarred for life.
Permanently scarred. Dont worry,
people lead productive lives
scarred all the time.
FRANKY
Jeeze. Im fine.
TITI
No hes not. Hes pathetic.
FRANKY
No, Im not. Im fine!
TOTO
Pathetic.
FRANKY
Fine!
BOGHOS
Girls! Stop. Stop. Stop. Kiss your
God-papa and then off with you.
The girls slump off.
BOGHOS (CONTD)
Parents. Tragic accident. Just
tragic. Golf cart off a cliff. So
Im Papa now. But Im afraid they
still miss their Mother. Always
trying to replace her. Makes them a
bit clingy. Im just happy I could
be there for them. Saved them from
a life of... who knows what?
SARA
Oh. How wonderful. Youre a Savior.
16.
BOGHOS
How about a tour of the house?
SARA
Ive never seen a Doctors house.
BOGHOS
Plastic surgeon. But I think of
myself more as an artist.
FRANKY
I can be a plastic artist.
BOGHOS
Plastic Surgeon, my boy. Takes
years of school.
FRANKY
Plastic Surgeon. I can be one just
like that. I can do anything if I
put my mind to it.
SARA
Pshaw, Franky.
BOGHOS
But no, Im sure he can.
(pokes Frankys head)
If he puts his mind to it.
Boghos smiles at Sara -- presents his arm.
Sara smiles at Boghos -- flushes as she takes it.
Franky smiles at Sara and Boghos.
He is ignored.
Sara twirls her wimple in her fingers.
SARA
Oh. My. Youll be alright without
me, wont you Franky?
FRANKY
Fine.
BOGHOS
Wait a minute, whats this?
Franky scratches a rash on his neck.

17.
INT. IVY LEAGUE UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - FALL DAY
CLICK - A photo slide of a red, prickly, blistery skin rash.
PER
Hives..!
DR. ERWAN PER (50s) - British, button down shirt, sweater

vest, corduroy jacket, elbow patches - is teaching class.
PER (CONTD)
... brought on by immense stress,
emotional anguish and, in dull
cases - allergies. And here?
CLICK - neck tumor slide.
Franky (22), dressed like Per, raises his hand.
PER (CONT'D)
Who is that? Franky Miller?
FRANKY
Frank, Dr. Per.
PER
Again? Sod it. Brandt Lesley? Are
you out there?
BRANDT LESLEY (22) naps with his head on his arms.
A classmate shakes him -- he looks up through his mop of

blond hair. He is the only student wearing doctors scrubs
and a stethoscope.
STUDENT
Brandt. Wake up guy.
BRANDT
Hey, man. Youre harshing my buzz.
PER (V.O.)
Come along, get your finger out...
INT. UNIVERSITY MORGUE - DAY
Franky follows Per, matching his cadence, as he examines

freshly delivered cadavers.
NICHOLAS (40) - a Long Islander dressed in morgue scrubs and

a cardigan - walks behind them.
Per checks the cadavers face, torso, arms and legs.

18.
PER
Good. Yes.
He then moves to the next cadaver.
Its skull squashed in on the sides. The eyes are popped out
of their sockets. Its jaw dangles open and off kilter.
Per stoops to examine the side of its head.
PER (CONTD)
Hello.
There is a long thin indentation made from a bench vice.
PER (CONTD)
Blow the gaff! Whats with this
hooligan?
Per scans down the torso.
Almost every rib is broken. The purplish-green skin is

covered with baseball bat sized bruises.
PER (CONTD)
Hes been beat hollow.
NICHOLAS
Maybe he walked into a wall or
something.
PER
Well I wont carry the can with
this one. Its daylight robbery!
NICHOLAS
Are you fucking me?
Pissed-off, Nicholas wheels out the rejected cadaver

MUTTERING to himself.
Per and Franky continue inspecting cadavers.
PER
Franky, do me a favor, will you?
FRANKY
(whips out a note book)
Yes Sir, Dr. Per.
PER
Be flat mates with Brandt Lesley.
Hes a bit of a Bungalow Bill. A
Gobbin.
19.
FRANKY
Half soaked?
PER
Up the spout. Anyway, help him
along. His Parents and I have been
bezzy mates from the nursery right
up through Med.
FRANKY
(carefully prints)
Extra-curric-ular ac-tiv-ity. Of
course. Whatever it takes.
PER
Youre a clever clog, Franky. The
dogs bullocks. First rate.
FRANKY
Thank you Sir.
PER
Im proud to call you my protg.
Oh. And Franky.
FRANKY
Sir?
PER
Im not just blowing smoke up your
arse.
INT. DORM ROOM - NIGHT
A bong BUBBLES.
Smoke wafts across a cramped dorm room.
Franky puts down his anatomy book, opens the window, turns on
a fan.
He picks up Saras framed photo from his desk.
He touches his finger to his lips, then to the photos. He

picks his anatomy book back up.
BRANDT (O.S.)
Hey man, how bout this one?
FRANKY
(turns, looks)
Biceps Femoris.
20.
BRANDT (O.S.)
And this one?
FRANKY
(turns, looks)
Semitendinosus.
BRANDT (O.S.)
One more. This one?
FRANKY
(turns, looks)
Semimembranosus.
BRANDT (O.S.)
Sorry, man. I totally spaced. Here?
FRANKY
(turns, looks)
Are you kidding?
Brandt is naked, pointing at his ass and sucking on a bong.
BRANDT
I know, I know, really. Like duh.
FRANKY
Gluteus Maximus.
BRANDT
So, hey man, whos the Nun chick?
She dig you? Chicks dig doctors.
Franky pitches the bong out the window.
INT. DORM HALL - NIGHT
Franky studies a book, pay phone receiver under his chin.
SISTER DEBRA (over phone)

Hello.
FRANKY
Yes, Hi. Sister Sara please.
SISTER DEBRA (over phone)

Who is this? Why are you calling?
FRANKY
Its Frank... Franky.
21.
INT. ORPHANAGE - SAME MOMENT
Kids are riding roughshod in the hall.
SISTER DEBRA
Franky. So youre doing well? Were
so proud. Children, its Franky.
Oh, but Franky. Saras gone. Its
the best for you, Franky.
(turns nasty)
Shes always been trouble. Trouble
Im telling you.
INT. DORM HALL - NIGHT
Franky puts his head to the wall.
FRANKY
Can I leave a message?
INT. ORPHANAGE - SAME MOMENT
Sister Debra listens and writes.
SISTER DEBRA
Good-bye Franky.
She hangs up -- puts the note in a basket labeled Sister

Sara. Its brimmed with letters, report cards and messages.
She dumps the basket into a waste can.
She STOMPS it down -- STOMPS it some more.
Father Jim looks around the corner.
She looks him straight in the eye -- VIOLENTLY KICKS the can.
INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY
An ear plops on biohazard waste in a biohazard waste can.
The room is filled with students practicing on cadavers.
Franky tightens the skin around a cadavers eyes -- slices

the upper eyelid and removes fat -- slices the lower eyelid
and removes fat -- trims away excess skin.
One tiny stitch at a time, he deftly rejoins the incisions.
Per scrutinizes Frankys practice eye job.

22.
PER
Hmmmm. Refreshed, not done looking.
Blimey OReilly old cocker!
Brilliant. Franky, Im chuffed to
buggery.
He turns to Brandts practice eye job.
PER (CONT'D)
Youre a dabbed hand. This should
make your Parents happy as Larry.
What?
He attempts to close the eyelid.
It wont close.
POP.
The eyeball breaks the stitches -- dangles.
Per WHACKS Brandt.
PER (CONT'D)
Blinking eejit! All fur coat and no
knickers! Away with the mixer, are
you?
INT. THEATER IN THE ROUND - DAY
CLICK - A photo slide of eyes: tight, swollen, full of gunk.
Dr. Boghos presents to a standing room only student crowd.

Each has a copy of his book, THE MAKING OF HUMAN GODS.
BOGHOS
And where this will lead to
discomfort, infection, permanent
damage and a prestigious position -
at the losing end of a lawsuit...
Students CHUCKLE.
CLICK - BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Tired, droopy, puffy eyes --

refreshed shiny eyes.
BOGHOS (CONT'D)
... when expertly done. Perfection.
THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE - CLICK - a slide of Boghos Book cover.

23.
BOGHOS (CONT'D)
Remember, young doctors - yours is
the noble endeavor. You will make
the old young, the young beautiful,
and the beautiful, into Human Gods!
Id be happy to sign a few books.
EXT. UNIVERSITY - DAY - LATER
Boghos bursts through double doors -- puts on sunglasses --

signs books as he walks.
Franky, holding a copy of Boghos book, catches up to him.
FRANKY
Dr. Boghos.
BOGHOS
Ah, Franky!
FRANKY
Frank, Sir.
Boghos inspects the scar on Frankys forearm -- grabs his

book, signs it, returns it -- continues walking.
BOGHOS
Well, Frank. Youve really changed
your lot in life. How are the
hives?
Franky picks up Boghos' cadence -- scratches his neck.
FRANKY
Nice talk, Dr. Boghos. Ive read
all of your papers. Im a
reasonably big fan. Used one of
your Blepharoplasty procedures the
other day. Dr. Per was quite
impressed.
BOGHOS
Well thank you Franky.
FRANKY
Id love to discuss your latest
paper sometime, Dr. Boghos,
Suction Assisted Lipectomy of the
Subcutaneous Tissue: Chewing the
Fat.
BOGHOS
Yes. Im very proud of that pap-
24.
FRANKY
I think theres a few things that
might be improved. We could have
lunch. Bat it about if you like.
BOGHOS
Become the confident young man,
havent you?
FRANKY
Talent will bring that out in a
person.
BOGHOS
As failure will bring humility. Do
your patients take comfort in your
confidence?
FRANKY
Just cadavers so far, but I have my
first patient next week. Should be
a piece of cake. If I put my mind
to it.
BOGHOS
Yes. Im sure it will.
(pokes Franky head)
If you put your mind to it. Sara,
look whos here.
Boghos' Ferrari waits at the curb. Sara is behind the wheel.
She is well kept: blond bob, crucifix draped across her

breasts, dressed head to toe in pink Chanel and wearing a
large diamond on her ring finger.
She peers over the top of her sunglasses -- dangles the ring.
SARA
Hi Franky. Isnt it something!
Boghos slides into the Ferrari -- Franky points to God.
FRANKY
Thought you were married.
SARA
Pshaw. Hes got plenty of girls.
BOGHOS
Ha! Plenty, yes. I saved her,
Frank, from that horrible life at
Mothers Arms. Happy to, really.
The girls just adore her.
25.
SARA
My lifes all figured out now. Are
you happy for me, Franky?
FRANKY
Frank.
BOGHOS
Want to watch Franky operate next
week, Sara? His very first patient.
SARA
We can make a day of it! Wont that
be something! Franky, Im so proud.
See you!
The Ferrari races off.
Franky scratches his neck again -- hives have blossomed.
INT. MENS ROOM - DAY - LATER
Its been wrecked.
Boghos book is ripped to shreds. There is a dirty footprint

across his back page authors photograph.
Franky stands at an urinal.
Brandt enters -- stands next to him -- unzips.
BRANDT
Man, what happened here?
The framed photo of Sara is in the urinal.
Franky zips and karate kicks the flusher handle.
FRANKY
Hi -- Yaaaaah!
He washes his hands, studies his hives and quickly exits.
The door SLAMS shut -- the door BANGS open.
Franky fishes Saras photograph out and carefully wipes it

dry on his shirttail.
INT. OPERATING SCRUB ROOM - DAY
Franky and Per scrub up.

26.
PER
Nervy?
FRANKY
No, sir, Professor Per. Not in the
least.
PER
That a boy.
INT. OPERATING THEATER - DAY
A PATIENT lies unconscious on an operating table.
She has guidelines marked on her face and chest. An

ANESTHETIST and a NURSE stand by.
Franky and Per enter.
They glance up to observation deck.
Students APPLAUD -- Brandt stands and WHISTLES -- Sara and

Boghos politely CLAP.
Franky gives Boghos the stink-eye.
Per motions for everyone to settle.
Franky approaches the patient.
Her rhythmic BREATHING fills the room.
Her oxygen mask fogs and clears.
Her chest rises and falls.
Her heart BEATS in concert with the EKGs BLEEPS.
Frankys BREATHING and HEARTBEATS synchronize.
He picks up a scalpel and rolls it in his fingertips. Presses

it to her skin.
INT. PATIENT - THAT MOMENT
From inside the patient looking out, the scalpel penetrates

the darkness. The incision widens in an oval.
Franky and Per peer in.
PER
Franky? Steady. Are you OK?
27.
FRANKY
Im fine.
The patients eyelids flutter.
Frankys eyelids flutter.
His focus blurs, BREATHING and HEARTBEATS intensify.
FRANKY
Well... heck.
He looks at his reflection in the bloodied scalpel.
His eyes roll back into his head.
INT. PATIENT - THAT MOMENT
Looking out through the patients incision we see Franky fall

away as Per watches.
Students lean over the railing.
STUDENTS
Ohhhhhhh...
Brandt lowers his eyes.
Boghos shakes his head.
Sara GASPS.
SPLAT.
Franky collapses to the floor.
PER
Pity. Technically you are very
talented, first rate... Well sod
it. Brandt Lesley? Are you out
there?
CAMERA drifts in on Franky.

28.
Franky is lying spread eagle on the fleshy roof of the cave.
He looks down at Sara - in a wimple and religious-themed

bikini - and the Triplets - in crocheted bikinis. They are
sitting at a kitchen table knitting monogrammed sweaters.
Boghos is sitting at the head of the table eating Frankys

Grand Slam Breakfast.
BOGHOS
Very good, Darling.
SARA
Its made just the way you like it.
CAMERA drifts away from Franky.
INT. DORM ROOM - DAY
Frankys bed is stripped. His side of the room is barren

except for two boxes.
He picks up one -- Brandt picks up the other.
INT. DORM HALLWAY - DAY
They walk down the hall to the pay phone.
Franky hands his box to Brandt.
Brandt stands a little ways away.
Franky dials.
The phone RINGS. And RINGS. And RINGS.
BOGHOS (over phone)

Hello... Hello? -- Whos calling?
Hel-
Franky hangs up.
He takes the box back from Brandt and they walk side by side.
BRANDT
You going to be alright man?
FRANKY
I heard Per had you finish my
surgery.
29.
BRANDT
Yeah.
FRANKY
Did you screw it up?
BRANDT
Yeah.
They turn the corner leaving the hall empty.
BRANDT (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Really bad.
TV SCREEN - THE MAURY POVICH SHOW
Daytime talk show host MAURY POVICH is interviewing a GUEST

with an acute pickle phobia.
He hands her a Vlasic Dill.
She freaks out -- SCREAMS.
Maury breaks for a commercial: Self-help guru ROBBY TOBBENS

(40s) - gapped toothed, slick - sells his self-help CDs.
TOBBENS
Cousin, are you livin the life you
deserve?
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - NYC WINTER DAY
Franky - disheveled hair, scruffy face, sallow skin, pocket-T

tucked into camouflage pants - lies on a futon watching TV.
TOBBENS (on T.V.)

Are you the success you know you
can be? No...? In just thirty days
I can help you change your life...
Stacked around the room are various self-help books.
Franky checks his watch.
FRANKY
Yikes.
EXT. DOWNSCALE NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - LATER
Frankys wears an ill-fitting sport coat and a scarf.

30.
His hair is frozen.
He uses a manila envelope to scrape snow off the windows of a

rusty red Fiat Spider convertible.
He gets in -- cranks the engine -- drives off.
Smoke spews from the Fiats tail pipe.
His New York plate reads: DED MAN.
INT. RED FIAT - DAY
The interior is ratty and torn.
His fingers fumble in the ashtray -- he finds a roach.
He lights it -- takes a toke -- exhales.
The smoke disappears through a hole in the convertible roof.
He pulls Listerine from under the seat, GARGLES -- turns his

head -- SPITS into the closed window.
INT. MORGUE WAITING ROOM - DAY
The morgue is old, damp and poorly lit. It looks like a

depression era WPA building.
Franky, shoulder wet with mouthwash, sits quietly outside of

an office. There is a LOUD ARGUMENT inside.
Someone CRASHES against the blinds covering the window.
The office door BANGS open.
Two of NEW YORKS FINEST, in full uniform, burst out. One of

them has a steel brief case.
They walk down the hall JOKING and LAUGHING.
Behind them, three Eastern Europeans exit: DAME ANASTASIYA

(50) - a black-haired Amazon in a business suit - MYKOLA and
OLEKSANDER (20s) - Tweedledum and Tweedledee-ish, in matching
black tracksuits.
They give Franky the look over.
ANASTASIYA
Pups.
Anastasiya turns and leaves.

31.
Mykola and Oleksander roll their eyes and follow.
Nicholas, the cadaver salesman/coroner, exits the office. He

is shaken -- disheveled.
NICHOLAS
You fucking me! Nobody fucks me!
(straightens his cardigan)
Hey. You... Pip pip. Cheerio -- No?
Nicholas takes paperwork out of Frankys manila envelope. He

examines it closely and feels the notarization stamp.
NICHOLAS (CONTD)
Nice work. So, Frank...
FRANKY
Franky.
NICHOLAS
OK then, Franky. Welcome to the
land of the dead.
INT. MORGUE PROCEDURE ROOM - DAY
Nicholas BANGS through swinging doors. Franky follows.
A SHORT CORONER and a TALL CORONER, at different autopsy

tables, work on corpses. They weigh organs, speak into tape
recorders and take Polaroids.
Nicholas and Franky walk through unacknowledged. Franky picks

up Nicholas cadence and carefully takes notes.
NICHOLAS
Youll be handling our overflow,
Franky. Youll work nights cause we
only have two tables. They got
dibs. Youre fucked with that.
Were busy, so therell be some
quick cash, but when we slow down,
itll be as needed. Sometimes
youll have advance warning, most
the time, Ill be calling you the
day of.
FRANKY
So I should get a phone?
Nicholas LAUGHS. He looks at Frankys employment sheet. No

number is listed.
32.
INT. MORGUE BACK HALL - DAY
Nicholas BANGS through swinging doors. Franky follows.
NICHOLAS
Of course, you dont get paid
vacations or health care, the only
benefit is youre freelance, so you
can come and go as you please.
Thats rare here.
FRANKY
I think youll find Im an
excellent employee, Nicholas.
Prompt, courteous and I never shy
away from doing a little
extracurricular. Whatever it takes.
INT. MORGUE STORAGE COOLER - DAY
Nicholas and Franky BANG through swinging doors.
NICHOLAS
Extracurricular? You fucking me?
Nicholas pulls a cooler drawer open. On it is a corpse,

JULIA. He eyeballs her.
NICHOLAS (CONTD)
Hmmm. Just so-so. Married Franky?
FRANKY
No.
NICHOLAS
Me neither. But Ive been saving
up. Julia, Franky. Franky, Julia.
Congratulations. You can start with
her tonight.
INT. MORGUE PROCEDURE ROOM - NIGHT
A bare bulb POPS on.
Franky is dressed in morgue scrubs and a cardigan similar to

Nicholas. Julia is on the procedure table.
He spreads out autopsy tools beside a scale.

33.
FRANKY
Julia, what can I do you for today?
Tummy tuck, breast lift, tighten up
that jowl line?
He slices Julia from her right shoulder to her solar plexus --

her left shoulder to her solar plexus -- her solar plexus to
her crotch.
A Y-incision.
He CRACKS the rib cage open.
Julias corpse is on a cooler drawer. Nicholas and the two

coroners hover over it.
SHORT CORONER
Whats different about her?
TALL CORONER
Looks rested.
NICHOLAS
That miserable fuck does nice work.
Julias neatly stitched corpse is slid back into a cooler.
INT. FIAT - DAY
The Fiat exits the Mid Town Tunnel. The abrupt winter glare
forces Franky to squint.
He puts on aviator sunglasses.
FRANKYS POV
The glare reduces revealing a Billboard advertising The

Boghos Cosmetic Surgery Center. Boghos - dressed in a white
monogrammed doctors coat - stands beside a beautifully
SCULPTED WOMAN.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK EAST - DAY
Franky sits on a bench and drinks coffee from a paper cup.
Across the street, Sara, dressed in pink Chanel, exits a

townhouse -- shoves the door shut.
34.
She hits the sidewalk at a fast clip.
The Triplets, in matching pink Chanel, scramble out of the

townhouse, spot Sara and try to catch-up.
They have PLUMP NEW LIPS.
Franky scampers behind a tree, peeks around, scurries across

the street -- comes up from behind...
... and fast-walks by.
SARA
Franky?
FRANKY
(mock surprise)
Sara. Funny bumping into you!
Sara stops short. The Triplets stop short.
Their new plump lips make it difficult for them to talk.
TUTU
Look Muhmzee. Mr. Pathhatic.
SARA
Franky! Let me get a look at you.
Sara brushes hair from Frankys forehead, wets a tissue and

wipes a spot from his face.
She twists and checks out her tush in a store window, then
resumes her fast clip.
SARA (CONTD)
Put your mind to becoming a
stalker, have you?
TITI
Justh pathhatic. Right Muhmzee?
SARA
Are you fine?
FRANKY
Yes -- I think Im about to make a
major breakthrough!
TOTO
Menthal and pathhatic, huh Muhmzee?
35.
FRANKY
I should be operating in no time.
Im putting my mind to that.
SARA
Wouldnt that be great? Dr. Franky.
Celebrity plastic surgeon. Rich.
Leading a glamorous life. Free as
the wind. Wouldnt that be
something, Franky? Im so happy for
you.
FRANKY
I wouldnt do any of those things.
Id take care of you.
SARA
Pshaw! Franky, what goes on in that
noggin of yours.
Sara waves for a taxi.
SARA (CONTD)
Any who. Good luck Franky. Miss you
much.
(hushed to Franky)
Tell you a secret, Franky? Im just
a horrible mother. Just the worst!
(Taxi pulls over)
Ha! See you!
FRANKY
Yes you will!
Sara gets in a taxi and it peels off. The Triplets run after
her, waving frantically.
TRIPLETS
(panicked)
Muhmzee!
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
Franky stands behind medical looking people - white coats,

clipboards and such. He watches the number display flash as
he rides up.
He clutches a book, THE OTHER YOU, by Dr. Harald Meine.

36.
INT. MEINES OFFICE - DAY
DR. HARALD MEINE (45) - Austrian, black, hip, tall - suit

jacket tossed over his chair, sleeves rolled up - signs the
book then SLAPS it closed.
It ECHOES through the spacious glass and metal office. There

are large photos of Meine with famous people.
He hands the book to Franky.
MEINE
Vol Gut! - Franky. Lets see. What
have we tried so far?
INT. VARIOUS LABS - DAY
-- Franky slides into a cramped MRI. He panics. Meine makes a

check on his clipboard.
-- Franky leans over a lab bed. A nurse slips a large long

needle into his spine. Meine makes a check on his clipboard.
-- A piece of wood is put in Frankys mouth. He gets severely

electrically shocked. His face contorts, relaxes. Contorts
relaxes. Meine makes a check on his clipboard.
-- Franky is strapped into a centrifuge. His face steadily

stretches as he spins faster and faster. Meine watches from a
booth, makes a check on his clipboard.
-- Mien hands Franky a scalpel. Franky spins it in his

fingertips, gazes at it, and presses it to his skin. He
SPLATS onto the floor, spread eagle.
BACK TO:
MEINES OFFICE - DAY
MEINE
Test after test and nothing.
Puzzling. Not even my best guess,
algophobia, the fear of pain.
He gives Franky a sharp pinch.
FRANKY
Yes. Ouch! Hey!
MEINE
Very puzzling. Perhaps a new phobia
of some kind? Nein... nein... nein.
(MORE)
37.
MEINE (CONT'D)
And youre sure, Franky, positively
sure theres no trauma as a child?
Something that frightened you?
FRANKY
Not really. No. I was an orphan but-
MEINE
Wrong! There must be trauma,
Franky! Theres always trauma! Your
alive arent you? Human, right?
FRANKY
Yes! No!
MEINE
You must be blocking it out! Ja!
Ja! Ja! Why didnt I think of this
before. Its your subconscious!
Meine relaxes into his chair. Franky takes notes.
MEINE (CONTD)
Franky -- The subconscious-self is
a strange and wonderful thing. It
controls much of what we do and
much of what we say. It can spend a
whole lifetime, your lifetime,
making you miserable, recreating
patterns over and over, churning,
night and day, trying to make sense
of something that it doesnt
understand - that maybe doesnt
even exist. Making up its own
answers if it needs to. Even if the
answers it comes up with,
paradoxically, are senseless in
themselves.
FRANKY
Excuse me, Dr. Meine?
MEINE
P-A-R-A-D-O-X-I-C-A-double L-Y
FRANKY
Interesting. Double L.
38.
MEINE
In your case, the subconscious-
selfs answers are so disturbing to
your conscious-self that when your
subconscious-self broaches the
subject with your conscious-self
your conscious-self goes
unconscious. Understand?
FRANKY
I-O-U-S. Unconscious!
MEINE
Were going to enter the world of
your subconscious-self, Franky.
Look around. And with any luck,
give your subconscious-self some
answers your conscious-self can
live with. Ready?
Meine takes out a pocket watch.
The watch SWOOSHES past Frankys face -- SWOOSHES past

Meines face -- back and forth -- back and forth.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY - HYPNOSIS
MEINE (V.O.)
Go back, Franky. Back to when you
were a teenager...
Franky, dressed like he was 12, peers around a hamper and

watches Sara shower. He humps the hamper.
EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY - HYPNOSIS
MEINE (V.O.)
Ten years old, nine years old,
eight years old...
Franky, dressed like he was 8, has carved Sara + Franky

encircled by a heart, into a large wooden crucifix. He stares
at it and humps a bush.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - HYPNOSIS
MEINE (V.O.)
Seven, six, five, all the way back,
Franky.
39.
Franky, dressed like he was 4, crawls into Saras bed. She

rolls over, away from him. He humps his blanky.
INT. WOMB-LIKE CAVE - HYPNOSIS
MEINE (V.O.)
Where are you now Franky, where are
you now? Franky? Franky?
Franky is curled up naked, hairless, gooey and attached to a

throbbing umbilical cord. There is deep BREATHING.
A small HEARTBEAT echoes a BASS HEARTBEAT.
He pushes against the fleshy walls -- kicks.
RIP.
A jumbo scalpel slashes the cave wall, just missing him.
He YELPS.
BACK TO:
INT. DR. HARALD MEINES OFFICE - THAT MOMENT
Franky falls -- SPLAT -- onto the floor, spread eagle.
Meine walks to his desk -- grabs a glass of water -- walks

back -- throws the water on Franky.
MEINE
Einfallspinsel!
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
Franky, hair wet, stands behind medical looking people --

white coats, clipboards and such.
They glance over their shoulders -- suppress CHUCKLES.
He looks at his shoes as he rides down.
Franky stares down at a corpses face.
Its male. It has deep wrinkles, heavy eyes and loose skin
hanging at its jowls.
40.
Franky picks up a scalpel. He slices along the jowl. He

slices along the scalp and above the ears. He pulls the
excess skin tight.
The corpse appears younger. Its mouth is pulled up into a

tight smile.
EXT. UPPER EAST SIDE - DAY
Franky zips up his spring coat. He scans the passing crowd.

It seems everyone has had work done: lifts, noses, Botox.
An OLDER MAN with an obvious face-lift walks by arm-in-arm

with a much YOUNGER MAN.
BRANDT (O.S.)
Franky! Over here!
Brandt Lesley, wearing scrubs and a stethoscope, stands in

the open door of a Porsche waving. Franky waves back.
INT. BRANDTS PORSCHE - DAY
They smoke a joint and drive.
Franky points to a stain on Brandts scrubs.
FRANKY
Surgery?
BRANDT
Catsup.
(checks teeth in mirror)
So what are you doing?
FRANKY
Autopsies. On the down low.
BRANDT
Cool. Ill tell you, its gotta be
better than working for the Rents.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK
Brandt and his PARENTS - tall, tan, blond, in white coats and
holding clipboards - examine MRS. GALANTE.
Mrs. Galante SNORES.
His Father makes a closer inspection.

41.
Her eyes wont shut all the way.
POP.
Brandts Father looks down.
An eyeball rolls between his feet.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Mrs. Galante with tired, puffy eyes -
Mrs. Galante with a diamond bedazzled eye patch and a lawyer.
BACK TO:
BRANDT exhales and passes the joint.
BRANDT
Patients, Man. Patients complain
too much. Yours?
FRANKY
Corpses?
BRANDT
Corpses. Yeah. See. Thats what I
mean. So Im only doing lipo now.
Its cool though. Im pretty good.
Hey, man, if you ever get over your
thing there, we should get a
practice together. I know some
chicks. Wanna go out? Chicks love
doctors, Franky.
INT. BRANDTS PARK AVENUE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Brandt and Franky party with two hot It girls, CARA and
TAMI (20s). There's bumping and grinding, lap dances taken
and given. It gets very drunk out.
INT. BRANDTS PARK AVENUE APARTMENT - NIGHT/LATER
Franky and Tami make-out on the couch.
Tami opens her shirt and unclasps her bra. Her fake breasts
spill out.
TAMI
Whats your professional opinion,
Doctor?
42.
FRANKY
Nicely done.
INT. BRANDTS PARK AVENUE APARTMENT - DAY
Franky walks into the kitchen.
Brandt, Cara and Tami are eating cereal: Capn Crunch, Froot
Loops, Lucky Charms.
Brandt waves Franky off.
Cara sees him - LAUGHS.
Tami gets up -- walks over -- SLAPS him. Goes into the

bedroom and SLAMS the door.
Cara gets up -- walks to the bedroom.
CARA
Quack.
Opens the door -- also SLAMS it.
GUFFAWS come from behind the closed door.
BRANDT
Sorry man. It just kind of came up.
Brandt WHISTLES uncomfortably. Franky is sullen.
They drive through: fabulous Park Avenue, a bit less fabulous

Midtown, still less fabulous Lower Manhattan - Brooklyn -
neighborhood after less fabulous neighborhood.
BRANDT
Wow. Here?
EXT. PORSCHE - DAY
Brandt double-parks by Frankys rusted Fiat. Franky gets out.
BRANDT
So... do you need some money or
something?
Franky SLAMS the door closed. He catches a finger in the door

jamb and cuts it.
43.
His eyelids flutter...
BRANDT (O.S.) (CONTD)

Are you getting worse, man?
FRANKY
No. What the-
... and he SPLATS onto the pavement, spread eagle.
Brandt lowers the window and sticks his head out.
BRANDT
Brings back memories, huh man.
CU MORBIDLY OBESE WOMANS FACE
The WOMAN is flush and GASPING for breath.
EXT. ALLEY - DAY
She is waddling towards CAMERA as fast as she can.
Multiple rounds of GUNFIRE go off behind her. A bullet - BLAP

- fires through her forehead.
She falls forward, dead, revealing Mykola and Oleksander.
Mykola holsters his gun -- Oleksander opens the trunk of the

black sedan.
TV SCREEN - THE MAURY POVICH SHOW
The GUEST has a puppy phobia.
Maury hands her an adorable puppy.
She freaks out -- SCREAMS.
The show goes to a commercial.
TOBBENS
deserve? Are you the success you
know you can be?
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY
Franky lies in on the futon and dangles a sharp knife over

his bare chest.
44.
TOBBENS (on T.V.)

No? Well in thirty days I can
change that with my new CD program,
Mind Over Matter 2, Think It, Be
it! Its that easy!
Frankys brand new phone RINGS.
He struggles to take off the plastic-wrap.
FRANKY
Hello? Hello?
INT. MORGUE PROCEDURE ROOM - SAME MOMENT
The morbidly obese womans corpse lies across two gurneys.

Nicholas is on the phone.
NICHOLAS
Hey Franky, can you work tonight?
CU CD PLAYER
ROBY TOBBENS MIND OVER MATTER 2 CD is put into the player.
Play is pushed.
Franky, earphones on, slices into the flab.
TOBBEN (over earphones)

This is Roby Tobben n Im here to
tell you, dont despair, get
excited, get real excited cause
Cousin, Im mgonna help you change
your life, n change it today.
Look, if I can go from clinically
obese, a hog.
A stomach is taken off the scale -- needle bobbles to zero.
TOBBEN (CONTD)
Making dumb mistake after dumb
mistake.
A brain is taken off the scale -- needle bobbles to zero.
TOBBEN (CONT'D)
Unable to find -- love.
45.
A heart is taken off the scale -- needle bobbles to zero.
TOBBEN (CONT'D)
If I can go from the dregs of
society to a pillar of society,
married to the woman of my
dreams...
A kidney slips out of Frankys grip, plops on the floor.
He chases it -- Grabs, slips, grabs, slips.
TOBBEN (CONT'D)
Im telling you, Cousin, so can
you! Its easy as Mind - Over -
Matter -- 2!
The needle bobbles - to zero - to zero -- to zero.
INT. STORAGE COOLER - DAY
The obese corpse lies across two gurneys.
Nicholas snatches the death certificate -- the other coroners

inspect the work.
SHORT CORONER
She look thinner?
TALL CORONER
Definitely younger.
NICHOLAS
Fuckin nice work.
The weight of the corpse forces the two gurneys apart -- the
body SLAPS against the cold cement.
INT. DENNYS COUNTER - DAY
A Grand Slam Breakfast slides across a counter.
Franky syrups the pancakes and digs in, earphones still on.
TOBBEN (over earphones)

OK, Cousin, you wanna hear sumpn
good? I can change your life this
second. Do you believe youre
hearing that? Heck, why wait a
whole day? All you gotta do is
close your eyes and visualize.
46.
Tobben stands on a stage. He motions from one side of the

stage to the other as he guides us through his spiel.
TOBBEN
Close your eyes -- visualize. If
you can think it, you can have it.
Its that easy Cousin! Imagine what
you want to change in your life. Do
you have it in your minds eye,
Cousin? Hold that hallucination.
An image fades up to Tobbens right: Franky in dirty morgue

scrubs standing hand-in-hand with the morbidly obese corpse.
TOBBEN (CONT'D)
Now imagine yourself with what you
want to have. Who you want to be.
Dream big Cousin, cause youre
gonna get it. Got it? Hold that
hallucination.
An image fades up to Tobbens left: Franky in a sharp white

doctors coat standing hand-in-hand with Sara in a wimple and
a religious themed bikini.
The images follow Tobbens instructions.
TOBBEN (CONT'D)
Now pull back the image of what
youd like to be. As if its on a
big ole rubber band. Pull it way
back and watch it get smaller and
smaller the farther back it goes.
Good. Now release the rubber band
and watch the desired image fly
forward, bursting through the
undesired image, exploding it into
fragments. Taking its place in your
mind. Say BOOM, out loud, Cousin.
BOOM, stretch it back, BOOM! See
it. BOOM! Feel it. BOOM! Smell it.
BOOM! Faster, BOOM! Back, BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Frankys positive image shatters his negative image over and

over and over...
BACK TO:
47.
INT. DENNYS COUNTER - DAY
Franky is leaning back, eyes closed, notebook open.
FRANKY
BOOM - BOOM - BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...
A manager taps Franky on the shoulder, escorts him out.
BEEP.
NICHOLAS (on answering machine)

Hey Franky, its Nicholas. So, I
got something extracurricular for
you tonight. You interested?
INT. STORAGE COOLER - NIGHT
Franky checks corpse after corpse. All have been autopsied.
The rear doorbell BUZZES.
INT. BACK HALL - NIGHT
Franky walks slowly down the hall.
FRANKY
Whos there?
The doorbell BUZZES again.
FRANKY (CONTD)
Were closed.
Franky unlocks the door. He cracks it open.
BANG.
The door swings and bounces Franky into the wall.
Anastasiya, Mykola and Oleksander barge in. Oleksander has a

body bag over his shoulder.
MYKOLA
We found this guy on the street.
OLEKSANDER
We think he might have had a heart
attack or something.
48.
FRANKY
You cant just bring a body in
here.
ANASTASIYA
Funny. You Frank?
FRANKY
Franky.
Franky unzips the bag.
Inside is a DEAD MAN with a smashed skull and an ice pick

stuck in his throat.
FRANKY
This isnt a heart attack!
MYKOLA
Guess he choked on something.
FRANKY
I cant touch this.
INT. MORGUE OFFICE - NIGHT
Frankys head SLAMS onto the desk. He has a black eye and
bloody nose.
Oleksander holds him by the back of his neck -- Anastasiya

slips a pen into his hand -- Mykola slides a death
certificate under it.
Franky writes -- JOHN DOE #152, NATURAL CAUSES.
Oleksander releases him, gives him a bear hug and kisses each
cheek. Mykola does the same.
Anastasiya wets a tissue in her mouth -- cups his face in her

hand -- wipes dry blood from Frankys nostril.
She pinches his cheek.
ANASTASIYA
You are a very good boy.
WHAP.
She throws a stack of cash on the desk.

49.
Franky has a fresh case of hives on his neck and tissue

stuffed in his nostril.
The corpse is still out and on the procedure table.
The top of its head is stitched on -- a Y-incision crosses

the torso -- a death certificate rests on its chest.
Nicholas enters holding a paper cup of coffee.
NICHOLAS
Hey, still here? Nice shiner.
(re: neck)
Nasty rash.
Franky scratches his neck -- nods to the corpse.
Nicholas examines the bashed head, neck wounds, reads the

death certificate. He looks at Franky.
He sets his coffee down and picks up a Polaroid camera.
He snaps a photograph -- snaps another one -- shakes and

blows on the developing photos.
He takes the death certificate and makes two copies.
Staples one Polaroid to each copy and puts the original death
certificate back on the corpse.
He hands Franky one of the copies with a stapled Polaroid.
NICHOLAS (CONT'D)
Youre gonna wanna keep this
somewhere safe. Its an insurance
policy. If the cops catch on, you
can use it to negotiate a year or
two off your jail time. Or in a
more likely scenario, if these guys
turn on you, just let them know if
you disappear the policell get
full documentation of everything.
Then they wont kill you. Well,
that's my theory. Theyd probably
kill you anyway. God, those guys.
Keep yourself from getting fucked
Franky. At all costs. Dont - get -
fucked. I never do. And always make
a duplicate for me. Dont fuck me
on that.
50.
FRANKY
I dont understand.
Franky sheepishly takes out his notebook.
Nicholas grabs the notebook -- throws it.
NICHOLAS
You didnt listen to my message,
did you Franky? I told you it was
an extracurricular activity. You
volunteered. Whatd you think
thatd mean? Cleaning the fuckin
chalkboards?
The rear door BUZZES.
NICHOLAS (CONTD)
And now Mr. John Doe...
(checks certificate)
#152 here, is off to potters field
never to be seen again. Its the
bodies people come across
accidentally -- digging new
foundations, popping up in the
river. Those are the ones that
cause the problems. These are in
plain sight. That makes them
invisible. Its brilliant. My idea.
Welcome aboard Franky, I knew a
miserable fuck like youd work out.
Instincts, Franky. Thats why I
never get fucked.
(fetches gurney)
You upset? Let me know if you want
out. You can ride with Doe here.
(BUZZES get insistent)
Oh, Franky, before I let those guys
in. Wheres my cut?
EXT. POTTERS FIELD - DAY
Franky sits in his car and watches a backhoe lower John Does
pine box into a grave.
INT. RED FIAT - DAY
He digs out a roach from the ashtray.
He lights it -- tokes -- flicks through the stack of cash.

51.
He exhales, pulls out the bottle of Listerine, GARGLES...

SPITS out the window.
INT. GOMEZ Y HIJOS BODY SHOP - DAY
JUAN and PEPE GOMEZ give a face lift to the Red Fiat Spider:
remove rust, weld metal, hammer dents, spread putty, sand,
spray paint, bake -- add a new top.
INT. GOMEZ Y HIJOS LUNCH ROOM - DAY
SENORA GOMEZ sets a nice lunch on the table. SENOR GOMEZ

reads the news paper. Juan and Pepe fight over a JUGGS
MAGAZINE. Senora curses and walks away.
JUAN
Las bubis verdadero.
PEPE
Las bubis falso.
JUAN
No falso. Verdadero!
PEPE
Falso!
They fall from the lunch table fighting. Sonora Gomez beats
them with a broom. Senior Gomez looks up from the paper.
SENOR GOMEZ
Senor Franky!
EXT. GOMEZ Y HIJOS BODY SHOP - DAY
Franky and Senor Gomez stand by the Fiat. Franky counts out
cash from a large wad.
He admires the work.
FRANKY
Refreshed. Not done looking.
Franky opens the door. The door jamb is still chipped --

interior still ratty.
He gets in, shuts the door, waves and drives off. Smoke pours
out of the exhaust.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Fiat... dented, rusty with a ripped

roof -- Fiat... smooth, sparkling with a new roof.
52.
EXT. BOGHOS' TOWNHOUSE - DAY
Frankys hair is neatly combed.
He RINGS the doorbell.
He notices a sales tag on his new Sansabelt slacks and tucks

it in his waistband.
Sara opens the door.
SARA
Jesus, Franky. What happen to your
eye?
Franky presents a jewel box holding tiny crucifix earrings.
SARA (CONTD)
Franky. No, no, no. Oh Franky.
FRANKY
Its alright. Im making loads of
cash now. I can take you to dinner.
Wouldnt that be great?
She points to a spot of fresh blood under his nose.
He wipes it off himself.
SARA
Look, Franky, everythings
different now. I saw my chance and
I took it. Played the cards dealt
to me. You should do the same.
Boghos pulls up in his Ferrari and parks beside the Fiat. He

slides out of his car.
BOGHOS
My God. Is that Franky Miller?
SARA
Shoot.
BOGHOS
Sara, have you told him the news?
SARA
Christ Franky... Jesus... Franky.
Im pregnant.
FRANKY
But. I dont understan-
53.
BOGHOS
Just put my mind to it, Franky. Ha!
SARA
Im sorry. I should of said
something.
Franky looks at Sara.
She looks down and SIGHS.
Looks him directly in the eyes.
Frankys eyes tear-up.
He rips down the steps.
SARA (CONT'D)
Oh Franky. Dont... People get
pregnant all the time.
Franky stops in front of Boghos.
Raises his dukes.
Throws a left.
Throws a right.
Boghos playfully ducks both efforts.
BOGHOS
(re: eye)
Nice shiner.
FRANKY
Dammit.
BOGHOS
Franky. We never had that lunch.
Franky runs to his car. Gets in. Drives off.
Sara wraps her arms around her stomach and goes inside and
shuts the door.
The door BANGS open and Franky crashes in.
His neck throbs with hives.
He kicks over a folding chair.

54.
He grabs Saras photo from the night-stand.
He breaks the frame over the arm of the futon -- pulls out
the photo -- rips it to shreds. He flings the scraps across
the floor.
He reaches under the futon, pulls out an old Doctors case.
Opens it. Digs in.
He finds pill bottles. Aspirin. Vitamins. Nothing fatal.
He digs deeper into the case.
Pulls out a scalpel.
He rolls it between his fingers.
His face reflects in the blade.
He pulls up his sleeve and bares his wrist. It has a marker

tattoo, Sara + Franky encircled by a heart.
He practices slashing the scalpel through the air.
SWOOSH.
Once.
SWOOSH.
Twice.
He rests the scalpel on his wrist.
His heart THUMPS.
His BREATH deepens.
He EXHALES... He INHALES...
He yanks the scalpel across the skin.
The tiny slice on his arm waves in and out of focus. A tiny
droplet of blood seeps from the scratch.
His eye lids flutter. Saras ripped pieces of photo blur.
SPLAT.
He collapses to the floor.

55.
Franky is alone with a dirty breakfast plate.
FRANKY
Hello...
He diddles the remains of a Grand Slam Breakfast with a fork.
EXT. DESOLATE STREET - NIGHT
Mykola and Oleksander stand by a black sedan.
Franky, dressed in a tracksuit, enters the scene. Oleksander

opens the trunk -- Franky gets in.
INT. SEDAN TRUNK - NIGHT
LOUD BASS music vibrates.
Franky lies face to ass with Nicholas, also in a tracksuit.
NICHOLAS
Franky, good to see you. Not
fucking you. Really good.
Franky pulls his sleeve over a Band-Aid on his wrist.
The car peels out forcing their faces closer to each others
asses. They ride in silence.
INT. UNDISCLOSED DISCO - NIGHT
DISCO MUSIC is THUMPING.
A spinning mirrored ball dapples light on OLD OVERWEIGHT

BENEFACTORS nodding, off-beat, to the BLASTING disco music.
YOUNG GIRLS fawn over them. All different nationalities. All

disco fabulous. All perfect.
A HOSTESS leads Franky, Nicholas, Mykola and Oleksander in.

She BABBLES something in ARABIC.
NICHOLAS
Welcome to the land of the living,
Franky.
THREE AFRICAN GIRLS Funky Chicken up to Nicholas and drag

him onto the dance floor.
56.
Mykola and Oleksander grab drinks from a passing WAITRESS and

Hustle over to the bar. They pass Anastasiya as she walks
up to Franky.
ANASTASIYA
Lets properly meet. Im
Anastasiya. You already know my
pups, Oleksander and Mykola. And
these beautiful things are my
girls. Girls, Franky.
The song changes and all the girls SQUEAL.
SEVEN GIRLS, one from each continent, Cha-Cha-Cha Franky

off to dance.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Welcome to my family, Franky. Your
life is about to change. Who knows?
Maybe for the better.
Franky does an awkward mix of the Bump and The Freak in

the center of a multi-cultured disco harem.
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY - MONTAGE
Franky, half undressed, takes Saras framed photo - now

scotched-taped together - off the night stand and puts it in
a drawer -- slides it shut.
He lies back revealing a naked AFRICAN GIRL on the futon.
His finger traces between her breasts.
A scalpel slices a corpses chest. There is an ax stuck in

its head. Franky peels a flap of skin back.
Mykola and Oleksander watch -- drink.
EXT. STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY
A IRISH GIRL rolls Franky on his back. She lowers for a kiss.
She runs fingers through his hair.
Franky grasps the top of a corpses skull, pops it off,

sticks his finger through a bullet hole.
57.
A DANISH GIRL grinds on Frankys lap. He cups her breasts.
Franky cups a heart, lowers it into an open chest, flops

chest skin back over the opening. The skin has stab wounds.
Franky unbuttons a KOREAN GIRLS jeans, slips them off. She

wraps her legs around him.
Franky straightens a corpses leg broken at the kneecap.
Franky rocks an BRAZILIAN GIRL doggy-style.
BRAZILIAN GIRL
Oh... oh... oh...
Frankys slices a bloated belly and rotten gas BELCHES out.
FRANKY, MYKOLA & OLEKSANDER

OOOHHHH!!!!!!
Mykola, Oleksander and Franky drink. LAUGH.
INT. MORGUE STORAGE COOLER - NIGHT
Drawers with bodies SLAM shut.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

58.
SLAM -- A GIRL leaves the apartment.
Franky takes Saras photo out of the drawer and places it

back on the night stand.
MONTAGE ENDS.
MYKOLA
Bullshit...
An autopsied corpse lies on the table.
Mykola and Franky teeter.
Oleksander holds a bottle of vodka.
MYKOLA (CONT'D)
Absolute bullshit, my friend.
FRANKY
Best in my class. A protg.
MYKOLA
Why do this?
FRANKY
Patients complain too much when
theyre alive.
Mykola LAUGHS -- Franky LAUGHS.
MYKOLA
Oleksander, were in the presence
of a great plastic surgeon.
Oleksander falls over backward -- Franky falls over backward.
INT. FRANKYS BATHROOM - DAY
The telephone is RINGING.
Franky is lying on the floor, out cold, holding a razor.

There is shaving cream and a small cut on his throat.
BEEP.
59.

Hey, Franky. It Nicholas. Im going
to need you tonight for something
extra extracurricular.
Franky YELPS -- suddenly wakes.
INT. MORGUE - NIGHT
The BUZZER sounds.
Franky opens the door -- Mykola and Oleksander enter with a

body bag.
They flop it on a table -- Franky opens it up.
TWO NAKED GIRLS pop out.
One has a flat-chest -- the other has a bulbous-nose.
OLEKSANDER
We got you some patients.
MYKOLA
And dont worry, my friend, there
will be no complaints.
FRANKY
There are a couple of things I
probably shouldve told you.
Frankys face is directly in front of an ass. It jiggles.
He turns the other way and faces another ass. It too jiggles.
INT. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
A large diamond twinkles as its rolled between a highly

manicured finger and thumb.
ANASTASIYA (O.S.)
Its a rock, Franky. Carbon. But
with the right cut, it becomes
something men would kill for. Just
to possess.
The room is like a set from a 50s TV family serial.
Franky, Mykola and Oleksander sit, each with a cup of tea.

60.
Standing behind them is a large group of girls (20s) in

dresses, knee socks and penny loafers.
FRANKY
Yes. Its beautiful. You know,
theres been, a misunderstan-
ANASTASIYA
Franky, meet my other girls.
The girls are flawed: big noses, flat chests, saddlebags,

paunches, weak chins and more.
As Anastasiya moves around the room the girls also move,

trying to stay as far from her as possible.
She sits in a wing back chair, points to NORIKO -- flat nose,

ears that stick out, lazy eye.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Come here, Noriko.
Noriko runs, misses the doorway, hits the wall, lands flat.
Oleksander sets down his tea, walks over, picks her up,
carries her back, lays her on Anastasiyas lap, returns to
the couch, picks up his tea -- sips.
Anastasiya SMACKS Norikos ass.
SMACK - SMACK - SMACK.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
You must learn to be a lady. Sit up
here. Thats right... All these
girls, Franky, orphans like you. I
am their Mother now. And I love
them more than words can express.
But sadly, they are less than
perfect. And at the end of the day,
Franky, society judges them
harshly. My daughters. Your
orphaned sisters. What kind of
family would we be, Franky, you and
I, if we didnt help these girls in
any way that we could?
FRANKY
Id love to help but-
ANASTASIYA
Flesh and blood, yes, but still
diamonds.
(MORE)
61.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Franky, you have the ability, with
the right cut, to help your
sisters, these wonderful girls, to
make them perfect in every way,
something to be loved. You, Franky,
can change their fortunes with the
cut of a knife.
She gently brushes hair from Norikos forehead.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
So, this misunderstanding? Youre
turning your family away?
FRANKY
Sorry. Yes. Im not - turning away.
ANASTASIYA
Ah, good.
FRANKY
I cant do it.
MYKOLA
He went to school. He knows how. He
cant work on live people.
ANASTASIYA
What do you mean?
OLEKSANDER
He faints.
FRANKY
A phobia.
ANASTASIYA
Ah, phobia. Youre scared. Scared
you might kill somebody?
FRANKY
Scared? I dont know. A phobia.
ANASTASIYA
But Noriko wants you to do it.
Noriko shakes her head no.
FRANKY
I cant do it.
ANASTASIYA
He wont help you.
62.
Anastasiya takes a gun from a drawer.
BLAM.
She shoots Noriko.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
You are scared to operate and now
she is dead because you didnt. You
should have a phobia about that?
She stands, dumping Noriko onto the floor.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
We will bring the girls to you and
maybe you will make a few mistakes,
but Im certain, eventually, your
phobia will be cured. This thing I
know, Franky, at the end of the
day, its better to face your
fears. Thats how you get past
them.
She abruptly leaves the room.
The girls curtsey.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD) (O.S.)

No thanks necessary, Franky. Youre
family now. Im happy to help.
Every bump, Norikos dead hand SLAPS Frankys face.
Franky makes a Y-incision on Noriko.
OLEKSANDER
So now you can cut her?
MYKOLA
Dont fuck around with Anastasiya
my friend. Shes a bitch.
OLEKSANDER
Take some drugs, get drunk, voodoo,
whatever it takes. Only your death
will end this.
63.
MYKOLA
Do you know the difference between
Anastasiya and a bulldog?
OLEKSANDER
No.
MYKOLA
A bulldog will eventually let go.
They LAUGH to Frankys silence.
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT
Franky paces back and forth. He is wearing headphones. We can

HEAR the LOW BUZZ of Tobbens voice.
TOBBENS (over headphones)

Visualize who you want to be --
BOOM... Faster! BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Outside, a HORN HONKS. Franky freezes.
Franky rides alone listening to the headphones.
TOBBENS(over headphones)
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
FRANKY
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
INT. UNDISCLOSED OPERATING FACILITY - NIGHT
Its an abandoned, industrial, stainless steel kitchen thats

been hastily converted to a makeshift O.R.
Franky scrubs up with JOHN and JANE SMITH (30s). Theyre so

normal, in this context, they look odd.
JANE
Are you any good? Cause you know
theyll kill us.
JOHN
Honey, chill out. But shes right,
they will. Whats with the hives?
They approach a young girl lying on a long metal prep

counter, OXANA. She has a very weak chin.
64.
John anesthetizes Oxana -- Jane prepares surgery tools.
Franky, John and Jane look over at Anastasiya, Mykola and

Oleksander. They have surgical masks on.
Franky, John and Jane look down at Oxana.
Her oxygen mask fogs and clears.
Her chest rises and falls. Her heart beats through her skin.
Her BREATHING and HEARTBEAT are amplified. Frankys BREATHING
and HEARTBEAT match.
Franky picks up a scalpel and rolls it in his fingertips.
He puts the blade to her skin.
He slices along her jaw. The skin splits. Blood dribbles from
the incision.
Oxanas eyelids flutter. Frankys eyelids slowly blink.
Sweat gathers on his brow.
FRANKY
Technically, Im really very good
at this.
Focus blurs -- sound drops off -- Frankys eyes roll.
SPLAT.
He collapses to the floor.
Oxana lies on the kitchen table. Franky, Sara, Boghos, the

Triplets and Dr. Meine, holding knifes and forks, sit around
her.
Sara wears a wimple and a religious-themed bikini.
She is pregnant.
OXANA
What? You cant give me some tits?
Thats lame.
TRIPLETS
Pathetic!
Sara puts an elbow into her palm and mimics a meter dial.
65.
SARA
Franky. This way says more love,
this way less. The love meter
says...
(meter indicates less)
Whoa!
BOGHOS
Youre just not putting your mind
to it, my boy.
Dr. Meine SLAMS his silverware down, marches up to Franky.
SLAPS him.
MEINE
Nein - Grand - Slam - breakfast -
for - you! Nein! Nein! Nein!
BACK TO:
INT. WALK IN COOLER - NIGHT
Frankys eyes snap open.
He is slouched in a hardback chair. Light glares from a

single bulb.
Anastasiya stands above him.
SMACK.
She pistol whips him.
ANASTASIYA
Up from your nap?
SMACK.
She pistol whips him again.
Anastasiya smiles -- walks out of the cooler and over to

Oxana -- turns sharply and looks Franky in the eye.
BLAM.
She shoots Oxana.
The corpse slumps at her feet.
Behind Anastasiya, Mykola and Oleksander are holding ESHA

down on the counter. She has a humongous nose.
66.
John anesthetizes Esha. She falls unconscious.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
Franky. Come, come.
Franky walks out of the cooler and up to the counter.
Jane hands him a scalpel.
He scans along Eshas schnozz from the bulbus tip to its

bridge just below her uni-brow.
The uni-brow seems to ungulate.
It waves in and out of focus.
He looks up at Mykola -- Mykola appears to fall out of frame.
Mykola waves as Franky SPLATS onto the floor, spread eagle.
Oxana lies on the table, dead.
Franky sits at the head of the table.
Opposite him, Esha quietly forks a sausage. She points her

fingers to her head like a gun.
ESHA
Franky, youre killing me. Here,
lets just get it over with.
A shot fires.
BLAM.
BACK TO:
INT. WALK IN COOLER - NIGHT
Franky opens his eyes. Anastasiya is standing in the doorway.
ANASTASIYA
Strike two, Franky... one more and
youre out.
Esha is dead on the floor.

67.
Lying on the counter is a new girl, GEMMA.
Franky stumbles to the door, leans on the handle for support.
He jerks the door shut and holds it.
BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.
Shots rip through the door. Mykola and Oleksander kick it in.
Fist after fist, boot after boot, thunder down on Franky.
He blacks out.
Franky sits at the head of the table. Roby Tobben sits

opposite stuffing pancakes in his mouth.
Gemma is lying on the table between them.
TOBBEN
Youre in a tight spot, Cousin, so
Im gonna level with you. Its past
30 days. Youre not getting your
money back. Ha! No. Seriously. I
think its time to face up, Cousin.
Youve been listening to the CDs.
Whats the blessing in disguise
here? Lesson five! Get leverage on
yourself. What better leverage for
change is there than facing death?
NONE. Doggonit. None. You never
know when youre having good luck.
Youre having it now. Use it. Cause
let me tell you Cousin, otherwise,
theyre gonna kill you. Why hell,
look at her. Shes already dead.
Gemmas body lies still. Her skin is tinted purplish green.
BACK TO:
Franky is flopped onto the counter beside Gemma.
She is unconscious. He is bleeding.
His cheek is cut, eyes are black, nose broken. He spits up

blood and a tooth.
68.
His eyes focus in time to see Anastasiyas pistol descending.
SMACK.
She pistol whips him.
SMACK.
Pistol whips him again.
His blood SPLATTERS on Gemmas face covering her neck, cheek

and forehead.
SMACK.
He can barely make out Anastasiyas hazy shape.
SMACK.
Franky glances at Gemma.
His blood splotches across her entire face, neck and chest.
His blood, sweat and tears tint his vision.
Anastasiya cocks the gun and presses it to the back of

Frankys head.
ANASTASIYA
Boom, boom. Franky.
His face is forced closer to Gemmas.
His vision blurs -- his vision sharpens.
Gemmas blood splattered skin splotches purplish-green.
His vision blurs.
Her skin turns waxy.
Hair thins.
Eyes go blank.
Frankys vision sharpens -- focuses.
Gemma appears dead looking -- Cadaverous.
She EXHALES and stops breathing.
Franky pushes Anastasiyas gun from his head.
He props himself up on his elbows.

69.
Gazes at Gemmas corpse-like body.
He turns to Anastasiya.
Flies BUZZ her head. She too, appears dead.
Franky LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.
MYKOLA
What are you laughing at?
OLEKSANDER
You think death is funny?
Mykola and Oleksander also appear dead.
FRANKY
Boom. Boom.
Franky LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY.
Franky sutures an incision in purplish-green skin.
He gazes at Gemmas cadaverous face. Shoos a fly off her. He

follows its flight path up to cadaverous Anastasiya.
She kisses him on both cheeks.
She breaks into a smile, her purplish-green cheeks flush to

pink transforming her to a normal, alive person.
ANASTASIYA
Look. A new man -- Dr. Franky!
Back on the operating table, Gemma is now also normal looking

-- silky blonde hair, flawless pale skin. Her new breasts are
large, stitched and bruised.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Flat Gemma -- happy busty Gemma.
EXT. DESOLATE STREET - NEXT NIGHT
Mykola and Oleksander stand by the black sedan. Oleksander

opens the trunk and without missing a step, Franky, gets in.
INT. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION - NIGHT
Franky unwraps Gemmas breasts -- ANASTASIYA examines them --

Franky snaps a Polaroid.
70.
MYKOLA
Whos next?
Gemma turns towards the girls huddled in the back, raises her
arms -- TA DA -- shows off her new breasts.
The girls rush Franky.
Franky studies GRACAS hooked nose.
He draws guide marks -- hovers over her -- closes his eyes --

breathes deep.
He opens his eyes.
Graca appears dead, waxy, tinted purplish-green.
He slices her discolored skin.
INT. UNDISCLOSED OPERATING FACILITY - MONTAGE
A basement hall serves as a fashion runway.
Graca sashays nude up the hall. Her face is bruised and

stitched. At the end of the runway she vamps.
A flash goes off.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Graca with a hooked nose -- Graca

with a perfect nose.
JYOTI sashays nude up the hall. Her breasts are bruised and
stitched. At the end of the runway she vamps.
A flash goes off.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Jyoti with saggy breasts -- Jyoti

with perky breasts.
CHUN sashays nude up the hall. Her eyes and nipples are
bruised and stitched. At the end of the runway she vamps.
A flash goes off.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Chun, narrow eyes, flat -- Chun,

almond eyes, busty.
HALINA sashays nude up the hall. Her tummy is bruised and

stitched, hip to hip. At the end of the runway she turns. Her
ass is bruised and stitched. She vamps.
71.
A flash goes off.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Halina, plump tummy, flat ass --

Halina flat tummy, plump ass.
Franky stitches up GEORGETAS purplish-green breasts.
Looks at her cadaverous face.
Then: Georgeta smiles, waves and sashays nude up the hall

with bruised, stitched and bouncy boobs. She vamps.
A flash goes off.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Georgeta with small breasts --

Georgeta with milky DDs.
Franky and the girls sashay up the hall, vamp and bow.
An unseen crowd APPLAUDS -- unseen Paparazzis flashes POP.
END MONTAGE.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK EAST - DAY
Franky takes a hit on a joint -- smiles -- exhales.
A skirted, MIDDLE-AGED BUTT walks by on the sidewalk.
He studies it.
FRANKY
Lift.
He looks up to its owners face. Shes cadaverous.
He LAUGHS a STONERS LAUGH.
He looks around.
Everyone is a walking cadaver. Everyone has had work done.
A cadaverous WALL STREET MAN (55) crosses in front. He

studies the mans perfect cadaverous nose.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Rhinoplasty.
He studies a LADY WHO LUNCHESS (50) cadaverous eyes.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Blepharoplasty.
72.
Three cadaverous PAST DEBUTANTES (35) pass him, their

purplish green faces are very smooth.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Booooo-toox. Botox. Botox.
Franky wanders around New York naming procedures on

cadaverous person after cadaverous person.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Mini lift. Deep plane. Chin
implant. Cheek implants. Lip
implants.
In the distance SIX DOUBLE DS bounce towards him.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Boob job. Boob job. Boob job...
He looks up and sees the Triplets cadaverous faces.
Franky ducks behind a tree.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
... Boob.
Ten paces ahead of them is Sara.
She is cadaverous.
Beside her is a cadaverous Boghos.
He chomps on a cigar and has a cadaverous baby slung, in a

carrier, across his chest.
SARA
Why are you girls always around?
Dont you have something to do? Get
boyfriends?
TUTU
We cant. Were emotionally
stunted. Its pathetic really.
TITI
Traumatized. Stuck at twelve.
Thats when our parents went over
the cliff. Pathetically sad.
TOTO
Were pathetically hopeless with
adult relationships.
73.
SARA
Really? Honey?
BOGHOS
Ha! Afraid its true. You can look
it up.
SARA
Huh...
As they pass the tree they return to normal, alive people.
Franky tosses the joint and saunters off.
INT. PLASTIC SURGERY SUPPLY HOUSE - NIGHT
Its dark.
Mykola, Oleksander and Franky are going through the shelves

throwing supplies into a large bag.
They show Franky some chin implants. Franky nods. The

implants go into the bag. They show him some suction nozzles.
Franky nods and they go into the bag.
Mykola comes across some DD silicone implants. Tosses them to

Oleksander. Oleksander juggles them.
FRANKY
Too big.
Mykola and Oleksander fill the bag with them anyway.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Mykola and Oleksander dump the bag into the trunk of the
black sedan. There is no room for Franky.
Another black sedan drives slowly by.
MYKOLA
This is not good.
OLEKSANDER
Franky, ride up front with us.
INT. BLACK SEDAN - NIGHT
Oleksander drives, Franky sits in the center and Mykola sits

on the passenger side. Franky has a black hood over his head.
74.
Theyre driving fast.
Oleksander checks the mirror. The other black sedan is

following them.
MYKOLA
I dont get this surgery. Cutting
there, stuffing here. People should
just be who they are.
OLEKSANDER
What good could come from changing
how you look?
Oleksander takes a hard right.
MYKOLA
If they believe they can hide from
fate, they are mistaken.
Oleksander takes a hard left.
OLEKSANDER
Fate has a way of recognizing
everyone.
Mykola draws his gun -- fires out the window.
BLAM. BLAM.
The car behind them swerves -- crashes into a pole.
INT. UNDISCLOSED DISCO - NIGHT
The hostess, SAIRA, escorts them. She BABELS in Arabic.

Franky examines her extremely hooked nose.
FRANKY
Like a beak, really.
He notices Nicholas at the bar.
MUNASHE (20) - long, lean and African - sits on his lap.
NICHOLAS
Hey Franky. See, I wasnt fucking
you. This is Munashe. Im saving up
for her.
FRANKY
Saving up?
75.
Anastasiya sits in a booth with a well-dressed thug, ENDRE

(60s). GREGORY and RIKARD (40s), junior thugs, join them.
They are bruised and have fresh scratches on their face.
Gregory tosses car keys on to the table -- He and Mykola

glare at each other.
Frankys ex-patients, Graca, Jyoti and Halina, walk up to the

booth -- greet the men -- pirouette -- stand.
Endre and Anastasiya talk -- Endre nods to Rikard -- Rikard

counts out diamonds and hands them to Anastasiya.
FRANKY (CONTD)
What are they doing?
OLEKSANDER
Thats not for you to worry about.
The girls curtsy and walk away.
FRANKY
Shes selling them?
MYKOLA
Did you think she was doing this
out of kindness? What is it you
thought we did here?
FRANKY
I dont know... I guess I wasnt...
Shes selling them?
OLEKSANDER
At least shes not killing them
anymore.
MYKOLA
Maybe its as you yourself said.
Maybe it will be better life for
them now.
OLEKSANDER
Maybe much better.
Anastasiya locks eyes with Franky.
The girls standing behind her flash Franky with their new
breasts, like a wave at a football game.
Gregory herds Graca, Jyoti and Halina out.
FRANKY
Hey. Wait.
76.
Franky makes a run for them. Mykola restrains him.
OLEKSANDER
What? So now you have morals?
MYKOLA
A bit late for that, my friend.
Franky slouches on the futon. Saira sits beside him and

watches T.V.
TV SCREEN - MAURY POVICH SHOW
Maury Povich interviews a GUEST WITH A MAYONNAISE PHOBIA. He

presents her with a dollop on a spoon.
The guest SCREAMS.
Franky SCREAMS.
Saira SCREAMS.
Franky leaps off the futon. He throws over a homemade

bookshelf of self-help books. He rips the self-help books in
half and heaves them across the room.
Saira SCREAMS and ducks.
TV SCREEN - MAURY POVICH SHOW
The guest SCREAMS and runs off the Maurys set. He goes to
commercial.
FRANKY
Fuck me. Fuck me.
TOBBENS (on T.V.)

deserve? Are you the success you
know you can be?
FRANKY
Aaaaarrghhhh!
77.
TOBBENS (on T.V.)

No? In just thirty days I can chang-
Franky hurls a book at the TV, striking it.
The channel changes.
He rushes the TV. Grabs it. Rushes the window. He tries to

cram the TV out his tiny window.
OVERWEIGHT HUSBAND (V.O.)

Honey! Youre fat.
BRANDT (V.O.)
Ouch! The truth hurts!
Franky stops.
He twists to see the screen.
BRANDT (V.O.)
Im Dr. Brandt Lesley and Im here
to tell you, no matter what diets
youve tried...
TV SCREEN - COMMERCIAL
MEDICAL OFFICE SET: Brandt sits on the edge of a desk. The

walls of the office are covered with diplomas.
BRANDT
... how much youve worked out,
what gizmos youve bought, you may
still have fat. In just one
afternoon I can suck away all that
ugly fat...
Brandt picks up a gallon container of fat from the desk.
BEACH SET: A SLIM GIRL in a bikini holds a volleyball and

poses. Brandt points.
BRANDT (CONT'D)
... from your midsection, your
thighs and even from your tush.
BEDROOM SET: The overweight wife is looking in the mirror.

She now fits in her slacks.
The husband again enters holding his sandwich.

78.
BRANDT(V.O.) (CONT'D)
So you can have the youthful figure
you always wanted.
OVERWEIGHT HUSBAND
Where have you been all my life?
OVERWEIGHT WIFE
Ahhh... honey. Thanks. Youre next!
MEDICAL OFFICE SET:
BRANDT
And Ill guaran-totally-tee you,
itll hurt a lot less than the
truth. So call me, The Lipo King,
And - lose - fat - today.
ART CARD: Lipo King logo and phone number appear under a
photo of the overweight wife juxtaposed with a photo of the
slim girl.
CHORUS (V.O.)
Your fat is gone with just a sting.
Call Dr. Brandt, the Lipo King.
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Si, Habla Espanol.
Franky stares at the TV -- drifts off...
EXT. LIPO KINGS - DAYDREAM
Franky blows a kiss to a crowd at a ribbon cutting ceremony.
Hundreds of people are there -- all in sweats and moo-moos --

all FATTIES.
Franky and Brandt cut the ribbon with oversized scissors.
Everybody sings High Hopes.
FRANKY & BRANDT

Next time youre found, with your
chin on the ground. Theres allot
to be learned... so look around.
79.
INT. LIPO KINGS - DAYDREAM
Fatties squeeze into the clinic and are assisted by nurses.
They fill out forms, put on hospital gowns, have their blood
pressure checked, temperature taken, skin marked.
Lipo tubes are inserted -- jars fill with fat.
FATTY CHORUS
Just what makes that little old
ant, think hell move that rubber
tree plant, anyone knows an ant,
cant, move a rubber tree plant.
But hes got high hopes, hes got
high hopes, hes got high apple pie
in the sky hopes. So anytime youre
getting low, instead of letting go,
just remember that ant.
Jiggling XXL belly buttons and wiggling XXL ass cracks sing
along as they are de-fatted.
BELLIES
Oops there goes another rubber
tree...
ASSES
tree...
EXT. LIPO KINGS - DAYDREAM
Fatties exit Lipo Kings, now all very svelte.
The men, in suits and hats, smoke cigars.
The women, in cocktail dresses, drink champagne.
SVELTE MEN & WOMEN

tree...
Franky and Brandt come through the crowd -- stand front and
center -- raise their arms.
ALL
Oops there goes another rubber tree
plant.
80.
Mykola and Oleksander throw a body bag on the table.
Franky is whistling High Hopes.
OLEKSANDER
Youre bright and cheery.
FRANKY
You guys ever think of getting out?
Starting over? Fresh?
MYKOLA
Ah. Yeah, well. All the time. The
second its possible. Pffft. Gone.
FRANKY
Then watch and learn, Mykola. Just
watch and learn. Im going to see a
guy about a jar of fat.
OLEKSANDER
He got out.
Oleksander opens the body bag.
In it is the beaten body of the thug from the disco, Rikard.
INT. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION LIVING ROOM - DAY
Anastasiya, Mykola, Oleksander, Franky and Brandt watch the

Lipo King video. Franky silently moves his lips to the song.
A large jar of human fat sits on Anastasiyas coffee table.
CHORUS (V.O.)
Your fat is gone with just a sting.
Call Dr. Brandt, the Lipo King.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Si, Habla Espanol.
ANASTASIYA
So Brandt, youre good?
BRANDT
Well yeah, Im damn talented with
adipose tissue, if thats what you
mean. A lipo expert.
81.
FRANKY
We cant go wrong. Fat is on the
rise. Coast to coast, a sea of fat!
Its everywhere. And we will be
too. Franchise after franchise.
BRANDT
I have one clinic open now with
another one slated for next month.
With your support, we could go
national.
ANASTASIYA
This is totally legitimate?
FRANKY
Totally above board.
She walks to a safe. Opens it. Inside is cash and diamonds.
Franky and Brandt smile.
She reaches into the safe and pulls out stacks of cash. She
throws them in the air.
ANASTASIYA
You are right I think. Fat is on
the rise. Of course, of course!
Here. Take all you want.
Stacks of cash rain down. Franky and Brandt scramble on the

floor scooping up the bundles of money.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
Take what you need.
FRANKY
Ill never forget this Anastasiya.
Never.
He looks up.
Anastasiya is holding the jar of fat above her head.
Brandt looks up.
She brings the full weight of the jar down on Brandts head
crushing his skull.
Blood from Brandts skull mixes with the glass and fat.
FRANKY (CONTD)
What did you do?
82.
ANASTASIYA
I changed my mind. Im impulsive
like that.
MYKOLA
Very impulsive.
FRANKY
He was my friend... HE WAS MY
FRIEND, GOD DAMMIT! MY FRIEND!
Franky lunges at Anastasiya.
Mykola and Oleksander restrain him just inches from her face.
Franky breaths heavily through his flared nostrils.
Anastasiya studies his face. Wipes a smudge of blood, fat and

brains from his brow.
ANASTASIYA
My, my, Franky. Talking back. First
I make you a Doctor. Then I make
you a man. Bravo. Please, I dont
want to make you a dead one.
She abruptly leaves.
Brandts autopsied body lies on the table. His face has been
stitched back together.
Franky takes a Polaroid. He staples it to a death

certificate. Mykola and Oleksander drink.
MYKOLA
Dont take it so hard, Franky. Have
a drink with us.
OLEKSANDER
Might as well have a drink and try
and enjoy it.
Franky throws the clip board on Brandts sewn up chest.
John Smith pulls a gas mask away from the face of a girl.
Its Saira.
83.
There are lines drawn around her eyes. Along her jaw line.
Lines drawn along her nose.
Jane Smith hands a scalpel over to Franky.
The CAMERA looks straight up at him as he lowers the scalpel.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes.
Jane Smith dabs them away with a tissue.
The CAMERA looks straight down from Frankys POV. Sairas

skin is purplish-green. She looks cadaverous. Franky slices
under her nostrils.
The CAMERA looks back up at him. He picks up a bone chisel

and, out of view, carefully sets it.
He picks up a surgical hammer.
Raises it up in the air.
Accelerates down to the head of the chisel.
CRUNCH.
Saira enters dressed in pink Chanel. Her hair is pulled back

tight and she has a large nose bandage on.
Franky removes the bandage.
He hands her a mirror. She gazes at her new nose.
He puts a small crucifix around her neck and puts an ill

fitting, blond bobbed wig on her head.
Adjusts it.
FRANKY
Boom.
He takes a Polaroid.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Sara, youre beautiful.
SAIRA
Saira.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Saira -- Saira ala Sara.

84.
Saira rocks back and forth on top of Franky.
He MOANS. She stops. She takes off her blonde wig and puts it
on a wig-stand beside the futon.
She rolls off of Franky and onto her back.
Franky turns his head away from her. He gazes at the wig.
FRANKY
(sotto)
Good night, Sara.
Beat.
SAIRA (O.S.)
Saira.
The CAMERA moves into Frankys emotionless face.
INT. MORGUE STORAGE COOLER - NIGHT
Franky lies on an open cooler drawer and stares at the

ceiling. The rear door BUZZES. And BUZZES. And BUZZES.
The CAMERA moves away from Frankys emotionless face. He is

holding the hand of a freshly autopsied corpse lying on the
cooler drawer beside him.
INT. MORGUE BACK HALL - NIGHT
Franky unlocks the door.
It BANGS open.
Anastasiya, Mykola and Oleksander barge in with a body bag.

They rush down the hall.
Oleksander flops the body on the procedure table. A leg and

an arm hang off the edge.
Franky leans over the body.
Its the head thug, Endre.

85.
His torso riddled with bullet holes and knife wounds. His
left arm is pulled out of the shoulder socket. His throat is
slit and his face is half-smashed.
Franky leans closer.
Endres nostril is bathed in blood. A small bubble forms. It

grows -- then pops.
Franky straightens up.
FRANKY
Hey... ah...
Endre grabs Franky by his throat with his one good arm, his
good eye glaring at him. Franky struggles in this death grip.
FRANKY (CONTD)
HEY! HEY... ggurrhhlll
Anastasiya picks up a folding chair.
She marches up to the procedure table.
WHAP. WHAP. WHAP.
She wallops Endre on the head. He slides off the table.
SPLAT.
Onto the floor.
Anastasiya raises her foot.
She STOMPS him.
STOMPS him again.
She walks away from his corpse with a limp -- stumbles back
to the corpse -- bends over -- struggles with something and --
POP -- stands back up.
She is holding a six inch heeled, bloody black pump.
She limps over to a chair -- sits down -- puts the black pump
back on.
ANASTASIYA
Nobody must ever identify this
body.
86.
INT. MORGUE PROCEDURE ROOM - LATER
Franky, Mykola and Oleksander wear scrubs and clear plastic

face shields. Franky revs up a bone saw then lowers it out of
the shot.
Mykola pulls Endres severed head up into the air by its

hair. Oleksander holds open a bag. Mykola drops Endres head
into it.
Franky stares at the headless, handless and footless body. He

throws his clipboard on its stitched chest.
CU. DEATH CERTIFICATE - JOHN DOE #875. NATURAL CAUSES.
INT. MORGUE BACK HALL - NIGHT
Anastasiya, Franky and Mykola, hustle to the back door.

Oleksander follows carrying the garbage bag holding the head,
hands and feet.
ANASTASIYA
Im afraid I started something I
cant finish, so if you arent too
busy, Dr. Franky -- Feel like going
for a ride?
INT. SEDAN TRUNK - DAY
Franky and the bagged body parts ride silently.
Anastasiya wears a hospital gown and slippers. Jane, John,

Mykola and Oleksander study a wall of fashion magazine
photos. Anastasiya rips one down.
She hands a photo of CHRISTY TURLINGTON to Franky.
ANASTASIYA
Like this. My own Mother couldnt
find me if I was the only one in
the room.
INT. UNDISCLOSED OPERATING FACILITY - SERIES
Franky holds Turlingtons photo up next to Anastasiya.
Anastasiyas hair is pulled back. Franky marks arrows and

lines on her brow, eyes, nose and jaw.
87.
He opens her gown and marks from her nipples to below both
sides of each breast.
He marks hip to hip just below her panty line and marks her
knee to crotch.
Anastasiya turns around. He lifts one butt cheek, makes a

mark, then the other.
Franky, John and Jane scrub up.
He looks at his reflection in the stainless steel.
He is purplish-green. A bug scurries from his hairline and

back in.
He looks over at Jane and John. They both nod their purplish-
green faces.
In SLOW MOTION, looking like zombies, Franky and his team

turn from the sink.
They walk past Mykola -- his skin tightens and cracks.
They walk past Oleksander -- his eyes pop and his trigger
finger shrivels.
The team forms a semicircle around the counter top.
Franky looks down at Anastasiya -- Jane hands him a scalpel --

John puts the anesthetic mask on her.
Anastasiyas cheeks sink and her nose collapses. Her skin

turns purplish-green.
Her blank eyes flutter as she goes under.
ANASTASIYA
Dont fuck up.
MYKOLA
She out?
JOHN
Like a light.
Mykola spits on her.
EXT. DESOLATE STREET - DAY
Oleksander opens the trunk. Franky gets out.

88.
FRANKY
This time tomorrow?
Oleksander closes the trunk and gets into the car. Mykola
peels off.
INT. MYKOLA AND OLEKSANDERS ROOM - NIGHT
Mykola packs a suitcase and tucks a gun in his waistband.
Oleksander comes out of the bathroom with a sledgehammer and

a handful of condoms.
Anastasiya, bandaged, SLURPS juice through a straw.
Mykola and Oleksander CRASH through the door.
Mykola pistol-whips Anastasiya. Blood seeps through her

disheveled bandages.
Oleksander takes the sledge to a wall safe, busting it open.

They grab diamonds and cash.
They rush out of the door.
Girls peer around the corner. They see that Anastasiya is

disabled. They beat her more.
EXT. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION - NIGHT
Girls flee out of the house. Startled upper-middle-class

neighbors peer over hedges and out of picture windows.
Mykola and Oleksander get in the black sedan, lock the doors.
INT. AIRPORT PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT
They throw their guns and cell phones into the trash and walk
to the elevator.
The doors slide open. Endres thug, Gregory, steps out.
Mykola and Oleksander drop their suitcases and run.
A car cuts them off. Its hood is crushed and windows broken.
Its the car that was following them a few nights ago.
FOUR THUGS pour out.

89.
Fists and boots thunder down on Mykola and Oleksander.
INT. TRASH CAN - NIGHT
One of the cell phones RINGS. The display reads MOM. It

continues to RING throughout.
Mykola and Oleksander ride in the trunk face to ass.
INT. WOODS - NIGHT
Mykola and Oleksander are stripped naked.
THUG 1 puts a gun to Mykolas head, forces him to his knees.

THUG 2 does the same to Oleksander.
Mykola reaches over and takes Oleksanders hand. Tears well

up in their eyes. One trickles down Mykolas cheek.
BLAM.
A bullet rips through Mykolas head. He falls onto his face

into the dirt.
BLAM.
Thug 3 fires. Oleksanders head snaps forward -- The bullet

RICOCHETS.
GREGORY
Hard-headed son of a bitch.
Gregory puts a double-barreled shotgun to Oleksanders scalp.
KABOOM.
He pulls both triggers.
EXT. RIVER - DAY
A CHILD and GRANDMOTHER are feeding the DUCKS. A naked

bloated corpse POPS out of the water. The grandmother SCREAMS
-- the child is stunned -- the ducks fly off.
A turtle hangs on to whats left of the corpses cheek --

rips off a chunk of flesh -- dives.
The body rolls over.

90.
Mykolas bloated body is tied to its back.
The room is trashed: overturned chairs, upended couch, cups,

saucers and tea pots broken.
Anastasiya bandages are torn, stained, and puss soaked.
She holds the phone to her ear. It RINGS and RINGS and RINGS.
No one answers. She slams the receiver down.
BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.
She unloads her gun at the telephone and the RINGING stops.
She rips the bandages from her scarred eyes -- SCREAMS.
EXT. DESOLATE STREET - DAY UNTIL NIGHT
Franky adjusts his crotch.
He sits on the curb, waits -- stands on the side walk, waits

-- throws a stone, waits -- gives change to a homeless
person, waits -- and waits -- and waits -- and waits.
He pulls out a roach -- lights up -- inhales -- exhales.
He drops the roach, steps on it, pulls out his Listerine,

SWISHES... GARGLES... SPITS. Looks left -- then right --
walks away.
BEEP.

Hey Franky, its Nicholas. Were
fucked. Were totally fucked.
Each table has a body bag on it.
Franky unzips the first bag. The corpses face is blown away.
He moves a flap of scalp. There's a dented metal plate
screwed onto the skull.
He unzips the other body bag. Its Mykola. He has a bullet in

his forehead and a mouth full of dirt.
Franky goes back to the first corpse.

91.
FRANKY
Oleksander? Fuck..! Fuck... Fuck...
Franky scratches his neck as hives begin to appear. He

freaks. Rips cabinets down, smashes the copy machine, busts
tables. Hyperventilates.
He paces back and forth -- karate kicks a chair. He stomps on

it -- stops -- catches breath.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
FUCK!
He rips death certificates out of a file cabinet and

scribbles -- JOHN DOE #876, JOHN DOE #877.
He digs in a cabinet ripped from the wall -- pulls out

autopsy tools -- recklessly spreads them out by a scale.
His fingers fumble as he cleans the dirt from Mykolas mouth.
He slices across Mykolas chest and through the abdomen.
He CRACKS the ribs -- peels the chest back.
He removes a lung -- examines it -- weighs it.
Removes the other lung -- examines it -- weighs it.
He PLOPS both back into the chest cavity.
Removes the heart, examines, weighs -- PLOPS it back in.
Examines the liver -- PLOPS it back.
Removes kidney one.
PLOP.
Kidney two.
PLOP.
He reaches into the abdomen, slices the stomach from small

intestine and esophagus.
Lifts it out of the corpse.
He stops.
Looks down at the stomach.
He feels the stomachs heft with his hands.

92.
He stares at it.
Ponders a few moments. Sniffles. Turns.
Lays the stomach on the scale.
He looks at the scales dial -- he taps the scale -- taps it

again. He straightens up -- cocks his head.
He picks up a scalpel and slices the stomach open.
Inside are six gooey lumpy condoms.
Franky scratches his neck -- looks around the morgue --

CLEARS HIS THROAT -- picks up a condom.
He puts the condom in a bowl and slices it open.
Diamonds spill out.
He looks at Oleksanders corpse. Purses his lips. Rolls the

scalpel in his fingertips.
INT. MORGUE OFFICE - DAY
Nicholas has a cup of coffee. He flicks on the office lights.
INT. HALL - DAY
He flicks on the hall lights. The procedure room light is

already on.
NICHOLAS
Yo. Franky. We still fucked?
Oleksanders body has been ripped open, his sliced entrails

on the floor.
Anastasiya is elbow deep into Mykolas guts. Her filthy

bandages seep with infection. Her eyes bulge in anger. The
only other feature showing is her mouth.
NICHOLAS
Hey!
ANASTASIYA
Where is he?
93.
NICHOLAS
What? Are you fucking me?
ANASTASIYA
Spill your guts.
ANASTASIYA grabs a scalpel -- limps up to Nicholas and

plunges it deep into his stomach.
She twists it, lifts him to his toes -- smiles through her
ripped and soiled bandages.
EXT. BOGHOS' TOWNHOUSE - DAY
Franky sits curb side in the Fiat.
He musters up some courage -- gets out -- walks to the door

and knocks.
Sara opens it.
She is holding a CRYING baby.
The triplets peer around the corner.
Their faces are Botoxed perfectly smooth -- their eyebrows

are tattooed on in permanent astonishment.
SARA
Of course its you. Its been a
week of unwanted surprises... Sorry
Franky... I didnt mean that.
FRANKY
Look. Im loaded. Flush. We can go
wherever you want.
SARA
You know, Franky, Im not fit to be
a mother. Never wanted a family.
Jesus, now look at me.
FRANKY
I can save you from this.
SARA
And do you know what I found out
yesterday, Franky? Can you guess?
FRANKY
You dont need to pack. We can buy
everything new.
94.
SARA
Franky, Im pregnant again. It just
keeps happening to me. Over and
over. Isnt that something? You
happy for me?
FRANKY
No. Its OK. Itll be fine... we
just have to put our minds to it...
SARA
Franky. Im sorry. You have to go.
Sara closes the door -- Franky holds it open.
FRANKY
Dont you get it? I-
SARA
You know Franky. Dont expect
anything from me and you wont be
disappointed.
TUTU
Thats path--
Sara lets out a GUTTURAL SCREAM -- the girls scramble.
FRANKY
You cant do this. You cant just
cut me out of your life.
SARA
I cut you from my life a long time
ago, Franky.
She wipes a spot from his face -- shuts the door.
Franky POUNDS it with both hands.
INT. BOGHOS TOWNHOUSE -- DAY
Sara collapses against the shut door. The baby WAILS. She
HEARS the Fiat REV and PEEL-OUT.
Tears fill her eyes.
She kisses the babies forehead.

95.
INT. PUBLIC RESTROOM - LATER
Franky, in a stall, tilts his head back. His face is soaked

with tears.
He dangles a diamond-stuffed condom over his open mouth.
INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NIGHT
He runs down the International Flights corridor clutching an

old backpack.
He disappears in a fuss of travelers.
INT. TROPICAL BEDROOM - DAY
Its open air with lots of bamboo.
The OCEAN SURF is heard just outside.
A parrot SQUAWKS -- a monkey scurries into the room -- grabs

a piece of fruit -- scurries out.
DR. SANDEEP MUKESH (60), Indian, quirky, enters. A young

ISLAND GIRL, in a sarong, is with him.
SANDEEP
Lets see how you turned out.
Sandeep snips bandages off a MAN lying in bed.
The Island Girl hands him a mirror.
His face is bruised and swollen.
SANDEEP (CONT'D)
May I present Dr. Adolphe Nazaire.
ADOLPHE
Boom.
BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: Franky Miller - Dr. Adolphe Nazaire.
INT. BEDROOM - DAWN
Kristin, in a white night gown, is lying on the bed. Her face

is drained of color. Adolphe, pocket-T tucked into khakis,
lies beside her. His hair is dishevelled, his face unshaven.
He lights a cigarette -- takes a drag. EXHALES.

96.
ADOLPHE
And now you know everything.
The hives on his face are much worse.
He kisses Kristins cold cheek.
INT. GARAGE - DAY
Clutching an old backpack, he walks past Kristins SUV and

slides into the red Ferrari Spider convertible.
INT. BANK - DAY
A BANK OFFICER leads him to a vault.
INT. PRIVATE ROOM - DAY
Adolphe sets the backpack on the floor, closes the door and
opens a safety deposit box.
He pulls out: French, Argentinean and American passports.

Medical diplomas from different universities. Cash. A few
thousand bundled. Six and a half lumpy condoms.
He takes the half condom and dumps it into his hand. Diamonds
glisten in the florescent lights.
He puts the diamonds back in the condom and ties it off.
He thumbs through Polaroids and documentation of John Doe

autopsies and Polaroids of his underground plastic surgeries
along with the after Polaroid of Saira.
And finally Sister Saras photo -- worn, torn and Scotch

taped together.
INT. FERRARI - DAY
He drives through Los Angeles. The streets and cafes crowded

with beautiful people leading beautiful lives.
EXT. LONG BEACH - NIGHT
Adolphe sits on the beach and watches as clouds blow over the
docks and warehouses. It begins to rain.
97.
INT. FERRARI - NIGHT
Through the windshield wipers he sees an abandoned warehouse.

Parked just inside is a blue Bentley.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Adolphe enters the warehouse carrying the backpack. Light

shines from an office in the rafters.
A SILHOUETTE retreats to the darkness.
He passes the Bentley. Seat-belted in the passenger side is a

NEATLY CIOFED BUSINESSMAN (60).
He has a gunshot through his forehead.
INT. WAREHOUSE OFFICE - NIGHT
A scalpel, stuck in a table, is the only thing lit.
The silhouette stands in the shadows holding a gun and a

bundle wrapped in a blanket.
A BABY COOS.
Adolphe SOBS.
ANASTASIYA
I named him Otis. Hope you dont
mind.
He steps towards her.
The light shifts.
He freezes.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
Hes just like you -- a motherless
bastard.
Anastasiya is hideous: enormous lips, pinched eyes, sharp

nose, skin taut across tall cheekbones and forehead, all
framed by blazing red hair.
ANASTASIYA (CONTD)
I wanted a do over, but you were
gone.
ADOLPHE
I can fix you.
98.
ANASTASIYA
Youve made a nice life fixing
people, havent you. Wheres my
thanks, Franky?
Adolphe pulls the condoms from his backpack. He places them

on the table beside the scalpel.
Anastasiya takes the gun and traces it across Otis's tummy.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Youre a bit short. The rest warm
and safe?
ADOLPHE
I can get more. I can make good.
She puts the muzzle of the gun into Otiss mouth and he
suckles it. Adolphe grabs a board and steps towards her.
BLAM.
She fires the gun over Otiss head.
Otis CRIES -- Adolphe drops the board -- Anastasiya CACKLES.
ADOLPHE (CONT'D)
I can make you beautiful. Young.
Into anyone you want.
ANASTASIYA
Its not so much that I must look
good, Franky. You must look bad --
Pick up the scalpel. You can use me
as a model.
Anastasiya vogues.
She traces a scar on her face with the gun.
Adolphe picks up the scalpel and rolls it in his fingers. He

puts the blade to the top of his sideburn.
The tip breaks the skin -- a drop of blood forms.
His body trembles -- his hand shakes.
Anastasiya presses the gun firmly to Otiss CRYING face.
Adolphe slices from the sideburn to his jaw.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Go ahead, cut. Cut! Cut! Cut!
99.
Anastasiya traces a scar across her forehead.
Adolphe places the scalpel accordingly and slices.
Blood spills into his eyes.
They flutter.
She puts the gun back to Otis's head and makes kissy faces
with her fat misshapen lips.
Adolphe lowers the scalpel.
He GASPS -- SOBS.
Anastasiya points the gun barrel over Otis head.
BLAM.
ANASTASIYA (CONT'D)
Keep cutting! Cut!
Adolphe looks down at his reflection in the bloodied scalpel.
His face is a cadaverous purplish-green.
He looks up, his vision softens.
Tears and blood tint his vision.
Anastasiya waves out of focus.
Then in to focus.
She is now Sara, in a wimple and religious themed bikini. She

is like an angel with smoky wings.
She cleans a spot off of Otiss face.
Otis GURGLES.
Adolphe closes his eyes and SOBS.
SARA
Cut me Franky.
She points to her abdomen.
Adolphe gets a little woozy, loses focus, catches himself.
SARA (CONT'D)
One deep slice, right here. Will
you do that for me, Franky.
100.
ADOLPHE
Im so sorry.
Adolphes vision blurs, then sharpens.
Otis comes into focus.
His tiny mouth smiles and his little arms bounce in

uncoordinated joy.
His perfect cherub-like cheeks are flush.
SARA
Close you eyes, Franky. Put your
mind to it.
Adolphes vision blurs -- sharpens.
Otis breathing falters -- stops.
His little arms fall limp.
His flush cheeks turn purplish-green -- his eyes roll back.
His head lilts and dangles.
The cadaverous Otis doesnt stir.
Adolphe breaks down.
ADOLPHE
I cant... I don-
He looks back up at Sara.
Her face looks cadaverous. Hellish.
SARA
CUT! You pathetic motherfucker! You
bastard! CUT!
She points the gun in the air.
BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.
Adolphe lunges.
He plunges the scalpel into Saras gut.
He stabs and twists.
Otis is trapped between the two.
His arms and head flop.

101.
His blanket soaks with blood.
The gun fires.
Adolphe stabs with mounting ferocity.
Saras twisted face becomes Anastasiyas twisted face.
Anastasiya lets out a SCREAM from hell.
The scream cross-fades into Adolphes SCREAM.
Otis flops about between the two combatants.
BLAM. BLAM. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
The gun empties.
Anastasiya GASPS a final breath.
The only sound is Adolphes stabbing GRUNTS.
He stabs to exhaustion and collapses on Anastasiyas carcass.
Then dead SILENCE.
Adolphe struggles to his feet -- stands over her.
His hives have vanished.
He takes a deep, relaxed breath -- as if for the first time.
He gently picks up Otis and looks at his pale, silent face.
Otis COUGHS.
Then CRIES.
INT. ADOLPHES BATHROOM - PREDAWN
Adolphe lowers Otis into the sink. He gently cleans him.
Otis GURGLES and smiles.
INT. NURSERY - PREDAWN
He removes store tags from a baby outfit, dresses Otis and

sets him in the crib. He offers his finger. Otis grasps it.
102.
INT. SHOWER - PREDAWN
Adolphe cleans his wounds: slices in his face, split lip,

gunshot in his thigh, flesh wound across his abdomen.
He stitches them shut one painful suture at a time.
INT. BATHROOM - PREDAWN
He wipes down the sink -- fills it with water -- PLOPS the

condoms in.
He cleans and inspects them -- rubs a thin coating of baby

oil on the smallest one. Tilts his head back. Dangles the
condom over his open mouth. Lowers it into his throat.
GAGS.
Swallows.
INT. BEDROOM - DAYBREAK
He spreads the autopsy documents across the bed beside

Kristin. Then the cosmetic surgery Polaroids.
He crosses Kristins arms over her chest, places Sairas

Polaroid between Kristins left fingers.
He studies Sister Saras taped photo -- places it between

Kristins right fingers.
He pours gasoline over Kristin and the evidence of his past.
Tosses his cigarette on the bed.
It bursts into flames.
Kristins funeral pyre engulfs her beautiful face -- the

photo of Sara -- the Polaroid of Saira.
They all look alike.
He pulls out a bottle of Listerine, GARGLES and SPITS.
CU OF HANDS
They poke around at the teeth of a decomposed skull.

103.
Its Sairas.
She is wearing dirty, ripped pink Chanel and a twisted blond

wig. Dental records are thrown on her chest.
The Short Coroner rips a small crucifix from her neck. The
Tall Coroner slides the drawer shut.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
I wake every morning thrilled I can
help people have a better life.
Isnt that what we all want? What
we dream of? A better life?
EXT. PAUPERS FIELD - NIGHT
Paupers field is dug up. Coffins are pulled out and opened.
POLICE, DETECTIVES AND LABORERS are everywhere.
A pine box is pried open.
Inside the coffin is Brandts body. His face is stitched

together like a patch-work quilt.
LABORER
Right out of a horror movie.
A SKINNY DETECTIVE shows A FAT DETECTIVE a Polaroid stapled

to a death certificate.
CU. DEATH CERTIFICATE - JOHN DOE #863. NATURAL CAUSES.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
But keep in mind, no matter how
sleek you become, no matter how
glamorous you appear...
DETECTIVE
Its going to take years to clean
up this mess.
INT. PRISON SHOWER - DAY
Soap slides by a row of bare feet stopping at a single pair.
Theyre Nicholass.
He is naked and wet. His stomach is scarred.
He looks down at the soap.

104.
GREGORY, in an orange prison jump suit, approaches him.
NICHOLAS
What? You think youre going to
fuck me? I dont get fucked, mother
fucker. Nobody fucks me.
GREGORY
Chill. Im not going to fuck you,
comrade. Just fuck you up.
He pulls out shiv and stabs Nicholas.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
No matter how much you defy gravity
and flout nature, no matter how
much you change on the outside, on
the inside, the truth is, you will
remain the same. The inside? Well,
thats a whole other story.
CAMERA pulls out through cell bars.
INT. IMMIGRATION DEPORTATION HOLDING CELL - DAY
Anastasiyas girls and their assets are well displayed.

GUARDS give them cigarettes and offer lights.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
Youll look different, alright.
Youll get more attention,
flirting, dates?
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Anastasiyas dry corpse lies on the floor.
INT. ANASTASIYAS CORPSE
Inside her abdominal cavity is a rats nest.
Hairless baby rats, PUPS, squirm, trying to suckle their

mother, the DAM.
A pack of RENEGADE RATS enter the nest.
The Dam flees.

105.
NT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Anastasiyas corpse shakes.
The renegade rats run out through the bare ribs, each
clenching a SQUEALING pup in their teeth.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
But dont let that fool you. Youll
still be you...
INT. BOGHOS' BEDROOM - DAWN
A LITTLE BOY (4) stands in the doorway.
BOY
Mommy.
In the next room a baby is CRYING.
Sara lies on the edge of a California King opposite Boghos.
The CAMERA moves down -- through her blanket -- her nightgown

-- through an old scar on her lower abdomen.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
Any emotional problems, anything
you havent dealt with, anything
you might be running away from...
INT. DARK WOMB - FLASHBACK
GASPS turns into slow deep BREATHS.
A small HEARTBEAT echoes a BASS HEARTBEAT.
A scalpel penetrates the darkness.
Light baths the womb.
It illuminates the face of an UNBORN BABY.
The scalpel glides close by the babys face.
The incision widens in an oval.
People look in.
Blood gushes -- the light becomes tinted red.
Hands reach in.

106.
The baby is gently taken out.
He CRIES.
INT. STOREROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Father Jim, Sister Debra and a DOCTOR (60) attend to this

back room cesarean birth.
Sister Debra passes the baby to its Mother.
A very young and drunk Sara (12).
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
Anything troubling you before the
surgery...
Father Jim holds her hand and a medicinal bottle of scotch.
Its calm.
Sara wets a tissue in her mouth and cleans the babys face.
The baby settles.
SARA
A tiny boy. Tiny boy, you look like
a... a Franky... hi Franky.
Baby Franky, oddly peaceful, begins to open his eyes.
All he can see are soft shapes of light and darkness.
And for the first time, the hazy form of his Mothers face.
For a long - few - seconds he takes her in.
His tiny fingers wrap around her trembling pinky.
Then:
CU SERIES
-- A harsh flash of light glints off the scalpel as it hovers

above him.
-- It slashes downward.
-- Frankys umbilical cord is jerked and hacked as the

scalpel saws through it.
-- He WAILS.
107.
-- The scalpel tumbles SLOW MOTION to the ground -- Frankys

tiny face is reflected on the rotating blade. It CLANKS on
the floor and blood splatters.
INT. STOREROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Sister Debra yanks baby Franky from Saras arms.
SISTER DEBRA
Dont get attached, Sara. Its for
your own good.
Sister Debra hustles him out of the door.
Frankys arms seem to reach back to Sara.
The door SLAMS shut.
Frankys CRIES fade.
FATHER JIM
We must never speak another word of
this. It was just a moment of
weakness, Sara... for both of us.
Your fault as much as mine. Its
troubles like these we must use to
build character.
Sara eyes deaden.
ADOLPHE (V.O.)
... will still be troubling you
after the surgery. That Im
helpless to change.
BACK TO:
INT. BOGHOS BEDROOM
The Triplets fill the doorway.
Their breasts are large, lips plump, noses small, skin tight,
eyebrows tattooed on in permanent astonishment, and now,
their chins and cheeks have implants.
For the first time they seem happy.
Sara jumps out of bed and bolts to the bathroom.
She vomits.
108.
SARA (O.S.)
Oh Christ. Again? Not again.
BOGHOS
Its okay honey. Its a blessing.
TUTU
Mumsys just pathetic.
TITI
Terribly pathetic.
TOTO
Wickedly.
CU ADOLPHES NEW FACE - DAY
Blond hair falls across his wrinkle-free forehead. Tan skin

stretches across high cheekbones and strong chin. His nose is
perfect.
Handsomely unrecognizable.
ADOLPHE
You are a very lovely young lady.
INT. TROPICAL HOSPITAL OFFICE - DAY - 2000
The windows are open. The OCEAN SURF CRASHES just outside.
An OLD WOMAN sits on a rattan couch. A YOUNG WOMAN is sitting

beside her holding her hand.
Dr. Mukesh and the Island Girl stand in the breezy doorway.
ADOLPHE
Do you need some time to think?
SANDEEP
Dr. Adolphe is first rate. Very
first rate.
YOUNG WOMAN
It will be so worth it.
OLD WOMAN
Dorsey McCullum is going be so
pissed.
109.
EXT. TROPICAL BEACH - DAY
Adolphe takes a drag off a cigarette.
He watches a group of KIDS play in the surf.
He digs a hole, drops the cigarette in -- fills it back up.
He picks up a book, SINGLE PARENTING FOR DUMMIES, signed by

the author, and puts it in his beach bag.
ADOLPHE
Otis, come on. Its time to go.
Otis (4) scurries up to him.
He squats, wets a tissue in his mouth, cleans a spot from his

smiling face, tickles him and gives his tummy a ZERBERT.
Otis squirms loose and spreads his arms like airplane wings.
OTIS
Mayday, Im hit. Eject. Eject.
Vvrrrooooooommm. Kablooey!
ADOLPHE
Otis? When youre older.
OTIS
Yes, Daddy?
ADOLPHE
Daddy has a couple of things he
probably should tell you.
Adolphe pulls Listerine from the beach bag.
GARGLES... SPITS...
MONTAGE OF BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: A presentation of

successful COSMETIC SURGERIES. People are much happier in the
AFTER PHOTOS than in the BEFORE PHOTOS.
FADE OUT.

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A BETTER LIFE THROUGH PLASTIC SURGERY

FADE IN: TITLE CARD

This is based on a true story.

For the usual reasons the characters and circumstances have

INT. WOMB-LIKE CAVE - SURREAL

CAMERA peers in through an open doorway.

A NUDE WOMAN (50s) floats in the air.

Her thighs are scarred knee to crotch, abdomen hip to hip.

Her breasts are fake and lopsided.

The wind reverses.

The CAMERA rapidly tracks back.

The door SLAMS shut.

EXT. FRONT DOOR - SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA DAY - 00S

DR. ADOLPHE NAZAIRE (35) - tall, dark, oddly attractive, a

He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his monogrammed silk robe.

He knocks one out, lights up -- takes a drag.

He drops the cigarette, steps on it with monogrammed slippers

Checks the door locks.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Adolphe, seated at the breakfast table, reads a self-help

On cue of the coffee makers last spurt, KRISTIN (25) - eight

Kristin takes the book, Change Your Brain, Change Your

She holds her belly.

INT. FOYER - DAY

Kristin walks to the door and opens it.

The sunlight blows the details to white.

Door closes -- light dims, revealing Adolphe with his book.

INT. NURSERY - DAY

Its decorated with checkered flag wallpaper, race-car mobile

Adolphe peers in through the door -- pretends to drive.

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY

He stuffs his self-help book into a bookcase jammed with self-

INT. SHOWER - DAY

Adolphe adjusts the shower mirror.

He inspects tiny scars on his nose, ears, jaw and hairline.

He has a long, jagged scar up his inner forearm.

INT. GARAGE - DAY

His bespoke suit hangs on him like uncomfortable skin.

His FOOTSTEPS ECHO as he crosses three empty spaces to his

The California license plate reads: FCE LFTR.

INT. FERRARI - DAY

He adjusts his iPod as the automatic driveway gate opens.

A BLUE BENTLEY passes.

The silhouetted DRIVER looks -- turns away. The silhouetted

The Bentley accelerates.

INT. ADOLPHES OFFICE - DAY

Its sparse, clean, modern.

BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS: face-lifts, tummy tucks, thigh

Adolphe hits a button on his wireless keyboard.

The photos change to GLAMOUR SHOTS of impossibly beautiful,

Adolphe smiles at her -- her Mother smiles at her -- the

Trixie smiles back.

Her mouth is packed full of dental hardware.

She bounces up and down and tries to hug her Mother.

Her Mothers breasts make it nearly impossible.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE - SAME MOMENT

A crucifix bounces between Kristins breasts in time with the

She opens a maternity shop door and enters.

The door closes.

The blue Bentley is reflected in the doors glass.

The drivers window is open, red hair flits in the breeze.

INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY

A BALD MANS head bobbles -- dots of transplanted hair toss

Masked faces look down: An ANESTHETIST, a NURSE and Adolphe.