Isabella Rosalita Hector Gonzalez sits hunched over on the futon, crying silent tears. Rose sits with her leg folded over next to her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ROSE: Izzy listen, you gotta walk me through exactly what happened, okay? I know it\u2019s raw, but the details matter. We ain\u2019t letting him get away with this. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: [halts her whimpers. Pauses a beat] You know that audition I had, the studio film about Nashville and all that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ROSE: [nods]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: I got the call back, was so exited Rosie. Was like maybe my big break, I \u2026 [sobs]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ROSE: Take your time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: Well, they set up the meeting at the studio lot. I got up that morning so early, was on the bus by like 7\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We see a blue metro bus with a golden winged chariot on the side but that\u2019s not important right now. We cut to interior, Izzy is sitting with her arms folded over her purse, a cadre of riders. One is wearing a long black wool cloak, what appears to be a ghost face killa mask, and is carrying a large curved bladed weapon. But it\u2019s LA, what are you gonna do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wrinkled old man hunched over with a cane and old man smell climbs aboard and smiles mournfully at Izzy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Is\u2026 this.. seat\u2026 taken\u2026?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Izzy smiles accomodatingly, says <\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: No, of course mister, please have a seat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Oh.. thank you\u2026 kindly\u2026 miss. I\u2019m\u2026 sorry\u2026 I\u2019m \u2026 abit\u2026 hoarse\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: [smiles] Oh you\u2019re fine \ud83d\ude42 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Do\u2026 you\u2026 know\u2026 the\u2026 library\u2026?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: Oh, well I\u2019m not from this area. On my way to Classique 55 Studios. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Oh?\u2026 You\u2026 in\u2026 the \u2026 pictures? [Ed smiles]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: Ha well, that\u2019s the hope, yes sir! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Well\u2026 good.. luck\u2026 to.. you. You got\u2026 the\u2026. Moxie\u2026 you.. play\u2026 well.. I\u2026 er\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: Well, thank you, I\u2019ll take it, haha. It is La La Land, everyone wants to be in pictures, mister [winks].<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ED: Oh\u2026 I\u2026 could\u2026 tell\u2026 a story\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cut to an impressively long crane shot. Manhattan, 1932. We pass an ominous sign for a tattoo parlor, a black hand superimposed over a pyramid. The sign reads BLACK HAND INK. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A young couple, eager and newlywed, rushes to the storefront. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
MARNIE: Oh, dear, I\u2019m noivoise! What if it\u2019s\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
DOYLE: C\u2019mon, toots. Live a little. Marks were meant to be made, and anyway it\u2019s my payday and hay you said\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
MARNIE: FRIDAY. Friday you get paid, ya galoot. What\u2019re you gonna do, get a hamboyga on your forearm?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
DOYLE: Why I oughta. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shop door opens and they enter, a bell chiming their arrival. Through the unholy portal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
RICKENBACKER: Evenin\u2019 to ya. Welcome to my imperium of delirium! What can I do you for this Fat Tuesday?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
DOYLE: I want to get a tattoo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
RICKENBACKER: You don\u2019t say! Well, my friend, you\u2019ve come to the right place. What you have in mind? As you can see, we got all kinds of delights\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
DOYLE: I want an owl, with the head of a falcon, and maybe like the red, white, and blue, something patriotic like the 4th of July!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
MARNIE: Oh, pops, give the guy a break! He\u2019s gonna be marking your flesh!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
RICKENBACKER: A patriot, eh? Well sir, I can tell you, I believe in our country. Why, my father served in the Great War, gave his blood and his life defending our freedom. I can show you \u2026[ walks over to rummage through some binders] A yes, here. You want patriotic, have a gander at these. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hands the book to DOYLE and MARNIE, whose eyes widen as they take in: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Adam and Eve stand naked astride a tree wrapped in a snake and holding up a great green copper torch, a spangled banner billowing in the air. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
An impossibly tall woman draped in ancient Roman cloths holds aloft a torch, standing over a mountain with the sun casting God\u2019s rays across purple plains. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
An aging but distinguished man in a finely tailored suit with the faintest pinstripes rises from behind his desk to come around and sit opposite Isabella. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHIVAGOO: Hon, trust me. Yes, the business is rough. Everyone has to pay their dues. But they showed me your reel, and I see you write, sing, dance as well. You got that something. An X factor? It\u2019s hard to predict, but there\u2019s a reason you made the 4th cut and are speaking to me. [beat] Have they shown you the script?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IZZY: Yes, I was given the outline and a few pages. I know a little about the role under\u2026 consideration\u2026 Sir..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHIVAGOO: [chuckles, pulls a cigar from the silver box on his mahogany desk in his velvet soaked boudoir of an office, if you can call it that.] Call me Larry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Surely this must be a joke. Sadly, it is the oldest story in the book. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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