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      1     EXT. NYC-TIMES SQUARE-5 AM 

            A broken neon sign reads "live sex". The sign is not on and
            the hot pink neon looks bloodred in this early morning grey
            light. The city is slowly waking up. A fruit vendor is
            spraying off grapes and an old beat up NY Times newspaper box
            is being stuffed with the first edition. A Jamaican hooker in
            spandex talks to an Israeli cab driver and a Spanish trannie
            jokes with an Italian police officer. The stage door entrance
            of the Shubert Theatre provides a temporary bedroom for a
            homeless couple and the gutters are flowing with last nights
            Playbills, water and trash. Times Square is especially
            colorful this morning. It is not the glossy Times Square we
            see today on David Letterman. This is pre-Disney, pre-Guliani
            and pre-needle exchange. The sex shops outnumber the Broadway
            theatres four to one. 42nd Street is one long drug deal and
            8th Avenue is one long whorehouse. It is exciting, decadent,
            and dangerous. It's even uglier right now in the unflattering
            light of 5 AM. The uncrowded early morning streets make the
            city seem abandoned, deserted. By noon, the streets will be
            crammed with humanity and by 8 pm every light bulb will blink
            at full-force but right now the only color that fills Times
            Square is grey. Grey buildings, grey skies and grey people.

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      2     INT. NYC-A MINIVAN-7 AM

            Suddenly we are in a minivan with five other Pakistani men.
            We now view the city through their eyes. "America is
            disgusting, but also the land of opportunity." They all sit
            in silence as the van drives across the bridge from Queens in
            to Manhattan. 

            The van drives through the theatre district passing various
            Broadway shows and on to 8th avenue, finally pulling up to a
            "Peep Show". The van stops and one man jumps out and goes
            inside waving goodbye to his friends. The van takes off and
            arrives at another Peep Show and another Pakistani man exits
            the van. We stay in the van as it pulls off to another sex
            shop. At the third stop, a man by the name of Ameer jumps out
            and goes inside. The van drives off but we stay with Ameer.
            He begins to unlock his Peep Show.

            Ameer is a very complicated man but if you passed him on the
            street you wouldn't remember him 5 minutes later. He has
            learned how to blend in and disappear. Does he own the Peep
            Show or does he merely manage it? We never do quite figure
            that out. He came to America to make money not to get
            attention and for the most part he is extremely private.
            He wears nice shiny dress slacks, shiny shoes, a fancy silk
            shirt, thin burgundy socks, and a muslin apron around his
            waist filled with tokens and change. He speaks with a thick
            accent in broken but coherent English.

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      3     INT. GREGS APT.-NYC-7:30 AM

            We are now in a cramped but comfortable apartment belonging
            to Greg and his mother.

            Greg, a young attractive man in his early thirties, is trying
            to feed his mother some breakfast. It is not an easy job.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I don't like it.

                                GREG
                      You liked it yesterday.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      No I didn't.

                                GREG
                      Yes, you did.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I want candy.

                                GREG
                      Mom, you can't have candy for breakfast.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      Why not?

                                GREG
                      Because I said so.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      You're not my boss! I'm 73, I can have
                      whatever I want.

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      4     INT.-WESTSIDE CLUB-8 AM

            We are now in a bathhouse watching a very sexy, young man,
            sleep. The young man is Brian and he's been asleep for just
            two hours. Actually it isn't really sleep, it's more like a
            state of unconsciousness.
            He's exhausted from a long night of sex and crystal and
            ecstacy and poppers and his breathing is heavy and deep. His
            body is beautiful but his face tells the true story. He
            practically lives in this bathhouse. Brian loves it here. He
            wishes he could move in but they only rent rooms for 12 hours
            at a time. 

            He needs to wake-up but he can't. For a brief moment his eyes
            shutter open but as soon as they open, they close. He is
            supposed to be to work by 9:30 AM. He knows he'll never make
            it. Again, he shuts his eyes and re-opens them. He does it
            again. He is paralyzed with exhaustion. He pulls himself up.
            He is awake. He collapses. He is going back to sleep. No he's
            not. He's up again. He pulls his clothes on and stumbles out
            of his tiny rented room. The men leer at him but he ignores
            them. He has to get to work. His rent is due soon and he's
            got five bucks in his pocket. He pushes open the EXIT door
            and is blinded with light. His eyes jam shut. He's never
            experienced such brightness. His eyeballs are burning. He
            stands still on the sidewalk waiting for his eyes to recover.
            His eyes start to water. He rubs them frantically. He hates
            the sun. Squinting, he slowly begins to crawl home.

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      5     INT. ROBERTS APARTMENT-NYC-8:15 AM

            We are now on the upper east side in a beautifully furnished
            apartment. This apartment belongs to Robert, a sexy striking
            37 year old who looks about 26. He opens his tan wooden
            shutters and the morning sun pours in. Morning is his
            favorite time of day. His plants like it too. In one hand he
            carries a half-eaten rice cake and in the other a ceramic
            water pitcher with yellow ducks on the side. Les Miserables
            plays in the background as Robert moves from plant to plant
            watering them and nibbling on his rice cake. Roberts mid-town
            apartment is stunning. It's so tastefully done. Almost too
            tasteful. He finishes his rice cake and flings opens two huge
            doors that open in to an even bigger walk-in closet. It's so
            big it could be used as a second bedroom. The closet/room is
            filled to the brim with every type of leather/S&M item
            imaginable. There is even a collapsible sling. He loads up
            his gym bag with lots of sex-toys and dildos. He holds up
            various leather types of underwear with price tags still on
            them. For some reason today is very special day and Robert
            wants to look his best. He looks at his watch. He does not
            want to be late for work. 

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      6     INT. THE PEEP SHOW-8:35 AM 

            Ameer is quickly preparing to open the Peep Show but first he
            must mop out the booths. He rolls a mop in a bucket to the
            first booth, swings open the door but instead of mopping the
            floors he mops the walls. He mops the seats and the glass, he
            even mops the ceiling. As the mop water hits the walls, a
            milky-colored film begins to drip away and the booth looks
            like new again. As he mops he hums/sings his favorite song... 

                                AMEER
                          (singing, very off-key)
                      "Near"..."Far"..."Wherever you are"...

            Titanic is his favorite movie. He even has a Celine Dion
            poster in his office. He mops up the booths, organizes the
            tokens, replaces some light bulbs and wipes down more
            plexiglas.

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      7     INT. BRIANS APARTMENT-NYC-A SHOWER-8:45 

            Brian, finally made it home and is now in the bathroom taking
            a long hot shower. While he showers, we explore his
            apartment. It's disgusting. It is furnished with found
            objects from street corners: milk crates, a metal chair, a
            lamp with no shade. He is still barely awake. He stands
            motionless in the shower letting the water pour over him as
            steam fills the apartment. He can barely move. He is so
            exhausted. He vows he'll change his life...someday. He wants
            to know what normal people feel like in the morning.

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      8     INT. GREGS APT.-NYC-9:00 AM 

            Greg is rushing around his apartment trying to collect what
            he needs for the day. He can't find his keys or his wallet or
            his left shoe. He's gonna be late for work...again. 

                                GREG
                      Okay, I gotta get going I'll call you in
                      2 hours. Stay out of trouble.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I want Bob Barker.

                                GREG
                      He's on at 10. Just leave the TV alone,
                      he's on in one hour.
                      Do not change the channel and in one hour
                      you'll see him, right there waving at
                      you. And remember when you hear a knock
                      at the door say, " who is it"? If they
                      say, "Betty" please answer the door.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I don't like Betty.

                                GREG
                      Okay, I have to go now.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I don't like Betty.

                                GREG
                      Be nice to her.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      I'm not letting her in today. I don't
                      want company. I'm fine.

                                GREG
                      Mom.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      What?

                                GREG
                      Was I this difficult when you were
                      raising me?

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      What?

                                GREG
                      I gotta go.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      Where's my lipstick.

                                GREG
                      Your lips are fine.

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      Really?

            She licks her lips as if she has just put on lipstick.

                                GREG
                      Yes. I'm going now. Okay?

                                GREGS MOTHER
                      Where's my kiss?

            He kisses her tenderly.

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      9     EXT. PEEP SHOW-MOMENTS LATER 

            Ameer is putting up the name of Marco Rossi on the marquis
            outside. Marco Rossi is the featured porn performer for the
            week. He is a B-level porn star that Ameer is hoping will
            help sell some extra tickets. As he puts up the letters two
            gay businessmen wander by. They stop and look at his picture
            in the window. 

                                BRADLEY
                      He is so fucking hot.

                                MIKE
                      You like all those muscles?

                                BRADLEY
                      You don't?

                                MIKE
                      I don't like that steroid look.

                                BRADLEY
                      Those aren't steroids, that's natural.

                                MIKE
                      Oh please.

                                BRADLEY
                      How do you know?

                                MIKE
                      You can tell. Look at the face, it's got
                      that steroid/crystal meth look. When is
                      he performing?

                                BRADLEY
                      I'll find out...
                          (to Ameer)
                      ...excuse me...sir...

                                MIKE
                      Bradley please...

                                BRADLEY
                      What?

                                MIKE
                      It's 9:AM. It's too early for this.

                                BRADLEY
                      It's never too early.

                                MIKE
                      Were gonna be late.

                                BRADLEY
                          (to Ameer)
                      Excuse me, uh sir, what time is Marco
                      Rossi performing.

                                AMEER
                      Read the sign! That's why we have sign.
                      You read it, you come to the show, you
                      enjoy.

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     10     INT. MIDTOWN SIDEWALK-MOMENTS LATER 

            Mike and Bradley are now walking, fairly quickly, side by
            side down the street. They are almost to the office tower
            they both work in. They talk as they walk.

                                BRADLEY
                      Four shows a day, every day for one week.
                      We gotta go. When you wanna go?

                                MIKE
                      I can't, I promised Kevin.

                                BRADLEY
                      Oh spare me. Tell him to get over it.

                                MIKE
                      He hates me.

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     11     INT. MIKE AND BRADLEYS OFFICE TOWER ENTRANCE-MOMENTS LATER

            The dialogue continues as they wait for the elevator. 

                                BRADLEY
                      So you wanna go on our break?

                                MIKE
                      No.

                                BRADLEY
                      Yes you do.

                                MIKE
                      No, I don't.

                                BRADLEY
                      Yes you do.

                                MIKE
                      No, I don't.

                                BRADLEY
                      Yes you do.

                                MIKE
                      No, I don't!!! Stop it.

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     12     INT. THE ELEVATOR

            Mike and Bradley stand next to each other in the elevator as
            they ride to the 14th floor.

                                BRADLEY
                      Marco Rossi, Marco Rossi, Marco Rossi,
                      Marco Rossi...

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     13     INT. THE 14TH FLOOR

            They step out of the elevator and walk toward their cubicles.

                                BRADLEY
                      Let's go on our break. Just for ten
                      minute?
                          (to a passing co-worker)
                      Hi Marsha! 

                                MIKE
                      Bradley, I'm serious, I promised Kevin I
                      wasn't gonna do that anymore.

                                BRADLEY
                      Do what? You're not doing anything?
                      You're just observing. Just ten minutes!
                      What's ten minutes? It's nothing. Relax.
                      We'll go on our break. I'm gonna check my
                      e-mails, I'll be back in one hour.

            Mike is now at his desk. He stares forward in to his blank
            computer screen and becomes lost in thought. The computer
            screen flashes messages at him. "You are a fucking sex
            addict." "You have no self-control. "You need to lose
            weight." "Marco Rossi wants you, Marco Rossi wants you." 

            A picture of Marco Rossi appears on the screen, flexing his
            muscles.

                                MARCO
                      These are real baby. No steroids here.
                      This shit is real.

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            FLASHBACK

     14     INT. KEVIN AND MIKES APT.-NYC 

            Mike is getting ready for work, Kevin, his lover, is helping
            him tie his tie.

                                MIKE		
                      Did you see HX Magazine?

                                KEVIN		
                      No.

                                MIKE		
                      Marco Rossi's in town.

                                KEVIN		
                      Really? What's he doing?

                                MIKE		
                      Shakespeare in the Park! Please Kevin,
                      what do you think he's doing?  He's
                      stripping.

                                KEVIN		
                      Where?

                                MIKE		
                      At that All-Male Peep Show on 47th
                      Street.

                                KEVIN		
                      Well, you sure know where they are, don't
                      you?

                                MIKE		
                      What does that mean?

                                KEVIN		
                      You know what that means.

                                MIKE		
                      Kevin, just cause I know where they are,
                      doesn't mean I still go.

                                KEVIN		
                      Oh, you still go.

                                MIKE		
                      I'm sorry, I just thought it would be
                      interesting to see Marco Rossi.

                                KEVIN		
                      Why would that be interesting?

                                MIKE		
                      He's a big deal.

                                KEVIN		
                      He's just a porn star.

                                MIKE		
                      He's not just a porn star.

                                KEVIN		
                      You just want any excuse to go hang out
                      in those places. 

                                MIKE		
                      I don't "hang out" in those places
                      anymore, Kevin. 

                                KEVIN		
                      But you want to.

                                MIKE		
                      No, I...I really, I can't talk about
                      this, I'm gonna be late. 

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            END OF FLASHBACK

     15     INT. MIKE AND BRADLEYS OFFICE-MIKES CUBICLE-MOMENTS LATER 

            We are back in Mikes cubicle. He continues to stare depressed
            in to his computer.

                                COMPUTER (V.O.)
                      You've got mail.

            He opens it up. It is an e-mail from Bradley. We read it on
            the screen at the same time he does.

                                BRADLEY
                      Let's go! Let's go! I'm FUCKING horny!

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     16     INT. THE PEEP SHOW-9:50 AM 

            The "morning dancers" begin arriving for their 10 o'clock
            shifts. Ameer is still preparing to open the Peep Show.

                                ROBERT	
                      Hey, Ameer, how ya doing?

                                AMEER		
                      I am fine, how are you? 

                                ROBERT	
                      I'm great, hey, is Greg in yet?  

                                AMEER		
                      No, not yet.

                                ROBERT	
                      Okay really quick...I got these new
                      outfits, but I'm not sure which one I
                      like better. 

            Pulls out two g-strings, holds one up to himself.

                                ROBERT (cont'd)
                      This one, this one, or... 

            Holds another up.

                                ROBERT (cont'd)
                      ...this one? 

                                AMEER		
                      Why you need new outfit?

                                ROBERT	
                      I wanna look good for Marco Rossi. He's
                      still coming right?

                                AMEER
                      Yes, he is coming.

                                ROBERT
                      Okay, so which one do you like best?

            Greg rushes in, out of breath.

                                GREG		
                      Hey guys. 

                                ROBERT	
                      Oh, Greg, really quick. Okay, real quick,
                      which one of these do you like better?
                      This one, this one or this one?	

                                GREG		
                      Are you're dressing up for Marco Rossi? 

                                ROBERT	
                      Aren't you?

                                GREG		
                      Was I supposed to?

                                ROBERT	
                      You don't think its exciting?

                                GREG		
                          (sarcastic)  
                      Oh, yes, it's really exciting. 

            Robert, slightly annoyed, rolls his eyes and leaves.

                                AMEER		
                      So, how is your mother?

                                GREG		
                      Still the same. She doesn't want to take
                      her medicine. She doesn't want anybody
                      helping her.

                                AMEER		
                      Well, what can you do?

            Greg leaves and Brian rushes in, trying to avoid Ameer.   

                                BRIAN		
                      Ameer, I'm here.

                                AMEER		
                      Ugh!!!  Brian, wait, where were you,
                      yesterday?

                                BRIAN		
                      I was sick. 

                                AMEER		
                      Really?

                                BRIAN		
                      Yes. I really was, I'm sorry, next time
                      I'll call I promise.

                                AMEER		
                      You say that every time.

                                BRIAN		
                      I'm sorry, next time I really will call.

                                AMEER		
                      You better.

                                BRIAN		
                      I will. 

                                AMEER		
                      No, you won't.

            Ameer watches Brian exit in to the dressing room. He feels
            bad for Brian, but what can he do. Ameer takes a deep breath
            and walks over to...THE SWITCH!

            Ameer switches the switches and the Peep Show comes to life.

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            Music cue-100% Pure Love by Crystal Waters

     17     INT./EXT. PEEP SHOW-10:03 AM 

            Imagine all of Las Vegas crammed in to a store-front. Pinks,
            blues, violets, reds and greens. Hot dance music plays as the
            lights flash and flash and flash. There are lights
            everywhere. Under the stairs, on the ceilings, on the walls.
            It's like a dream...or a nightmare. Sex. Sex. Sex. The signs
            flash. It's too early in the morning for all this but still
            it goes on...every single day at 10 AM sharp.
            Music and lights, music and lights. Tubes of neon stretch
            along the corridors. Everywhere you look...tubes of neon. Who
            designed all this shit? Customers begin to line up. The
            flashing lights draw them in like moths. They know the
            schedule by heart. 

            It's...SHOWTIME!!!

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     18     INT. THE PEEP SHOW DRESSING ROOM-NYC-EARLY MORNING 

            We are now backstage. A pulsing music beat continues to play
            in the background. The morning dancers are getting dressed in
            their sex outfits. They wear baggy sweaters and bulky jackets
            but as they strip them off we see their perfect gym-toned
            bodies revealed. Watching them change from normal boring
            looking guys to sex gods is also comical. They slip in to
            their g-strings and fix their hair. They live for the mirror.

                                ROBERT	
                      So, where were you yesterday?

                                BRIAN		
                      Why does everybody wanna know where I
                      was.

                                GREG		
                      Because we worry about you. 

                                BRIAN		
                      You don't need to worry about me.

                                GREG		
                      Well we do.

                                BRIAN		
                      Well you don't need to.

                                GREG		
                      So, where were you?

                                BRIAN		
                      I was sick.

                                ROBERT   	
                      You weren't dancing at the Gaiety?

                                BRIAN		
                      I don't dance there anymore, I told you
                      that.

                                GREG 		
                      You danced there last week.

                                BRIAN		
                      Well I danced there last week, but not
                      anymore.

                                ROBERT	
                      Why, what happened?

                                BRIAN		
                      They told me not to come back.

                                ROBERT	
                      Why?

                                BRIAN		
                      I have no idea.

                                GREG		
                      They just said,"Don't come back"?

                                BRIAN		
                      Yep.

                                GREG		
                      Why?

                                BRIAN		
                      I guess they don't like me.

                                GREG		
                      Did you piss 'em off?

                                BRIAN		
                      I don't wanna talk about it. 
                          (To Robert) 
                      And what the hell are you wearing?
                          (beat)
                      You look like a God Damn Billy Doll. 

     19     INT. THE ENTRANCE TO THE PEEP SHOW-10:15 

            The music pulse continues to play. The Peep Show is alive. It
            is only 10:15 AM and the place is already crawling with
            customers. It's kinda like a three ring circus. There is so
            much to do: watch a video, buy a dildo, get a blowjob. Most
            of the customers at this hour are elderly retired men with
            nothing to do. Some are married and have not had sex with
            their wives since they returned from the war. What keeps this
            place going is the steady stream of regulars and tourists.
            Ameer knows many of these customers by face and a few by
            name, although he wishes he didn't. 

            Customer #1: Joe Dowling

            Joe must be 80 years old. He is clearly in poor health and
            can only walk with a walker. He has not had an erection in 15
            years. 

                                JOE
                      Hey, is Marco Rossi really performing all
                      week?

                                AMEER		
                      Everyday.

                                JOE
                      Wow.

                                AMEER		
                      How many tokens you want?

                                JOE
                      Oh, gimme five dollars worth please? 

            Ameer hands him his coins.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                      And he's gonna show his dick and
                      everything?

                                AMEER		
                      Everything.

                                JOE
                      Wow.

            He gets his token and goes in to Roberts booth. 

            Customer #2:Frank Marino

            Frank is one big ball of grease. It's as if he sleeps in a
            vat of lard and never takes a shower. 

                                FRANK
                      I need 5 dollars in tokens please.

            Ameer does not hand Frank his tokens directly but instead
            counts them out on the counter and pushes them to the edge of
            the counter toward Frank. He tries to avoid make physical
            contact with any of the customers. He doesn't want to catch
            "something".

            Customer #3: Jerry Cotton

            Jerry looks like the most normal/everyday/average person you
            could ever see. He wears a conservative but classy business
            suit. He carries a briefcase. He confidently strides up to
            the counter.

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     20     EXT. MIKE AND BRADLEYS OFFICE TOWER-THE ELEVATOR

            Bradley and Mike are in the elevator going down, standing
            side by side, watching the floor numbers decrease. 

                                BRADLEY
                      Just think of it is a coffee break with
                      extra cream. Come on, it's no big deal.

                                MIKE
                      10 minutes, Bradley, that's it. You hear
                      me?

                                BRADLEY
                      What? It's just a coffee break. 

                                MIKE
                      Yeah, a coffee break at a Peep Show.

            The elevator doors open and the head out through the lobby
            and in to the sidewalk.

                                BRADLEY
                      10 minutes.

                                MIKE
                      I'm serious.

                                BRADLEY
                      I know I heard you, 10 minutes.
                          (pause)
                      But were coming back for lunch, right?

                                MIKE
                      No!

                                BRADLEY
                      Awww. Come on! What's wrong with you?

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