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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.
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
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.
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.
I don't like it.
You liked it yesterday.
No I didn't.
Yes, you did.
I want candy.
Mom, you can't have candy for breakfast.
Because I said so.
You're not my boss! I'm 73, I can have
whatever I want.
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.
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.
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...
(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
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.
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.
Okay, I gotta get going I'll call you in
2 hours. Stay out of trouble.
I want Bob Barker.
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.
I don't like Betty.
Okay, I have to go now.
I don't like Betty.
Be nice to her.
I'm not letting her in today. I don't
want company. I'm fine.
Was I this difficult when you were
I gotta go.
Where's my lipstick.
Your lips are fine.
She licks her lips as if she has just put on lipstick.
Yes. I'm going now. Okay?
Where's my kiss?
He kisses her tenderly.
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.
He is so fucking hot.
You like all those muscles?
I don't like that steroid look.
Those aren't steroids, that's natural.
How do you know?
You can tell. Look at the face, it's got
that steroid/crystal meth look. When is
I'll find out...
It's 9:AM. It's too early for this.
It's never too early.
Were gonna be late.
Excuse me, uh sir, what time is Marco
Read the sign! That's why we have sign.
You read it, you come to the show, you
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.
Four shows a day, every day for one week.
We gotta go. When you wanna go?
I can't, I promised Kevin.
Oh spare me. Tell him to get over it.
He hates me.
11 INT. MIKE AND BRADLEYS OFFICE TOWER ENTRANCE-MOMENTS LATER
The dialogue continues as they wait for the elevator.
So you wanna go on our break?
Yes you do.
No, I don't.
Yes you do.
No, I don't.
Yes you do.
No, I don't!!! Stop it.
12 INT. THE ELEVATOR
Mike and Bradley stand next to each other in the elevator as
they ride to the 14th floor.
Marco Rossi, Marco Rossi, Marco Rossi,
13 INT. THE 14TH FLOOR
They step out of the elevator and walk toward their cubicles.
Let's go on our break. Just for ten
(to a passing co-worker)
Bradley, I'm serious, I promised Kevin I
wasn't gonna do that anymore.
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
These are real baby. No steroids here.
This shit is real.
14 INT. KEVIN AND MIKES APT.-NYC
Mike is getting ready for work, Kevin, his lover, is helping
him tie his tie.
Did you see HX Magazine?
Marco Rossi's in town.
Really? What's he doing?
Shakespeare in the Park! Please Kevin,
what do you think he's doing? He's
At that All-Male Peep Show on 47th
Well, you sure know where they are, don't
What does that mean?
You know what that means.
Kevin, just cause I know where they are,
doesn't mean I still go.
Oh, you still go.
I'm sorry, I just thought it would be
interesting to see Marco Rossi.
Why would that be interesting?
He's a big deal.
He's just a porn star.
He's not just a porn star.
You just want any excuse to go hang out
in those places.
I don't "hang out" in those places
But you want to.
No, I...I really, I can't talk about
this, I'm gonna be late.
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.
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.
Let's go! Let's go! I'm FUCKING horny!
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.
Hey, Ameer, how ya doing?
I am fine, how are you?
I'm great, hey, is Greg in yet?
No, not yet.
Okay really quick...I got these new
outfits, but I'm not sure which one I
Pulls out two g-strings, holds one up to himself.
This one, this one, or...
Holds another up.
Why you need new outfit?
I wanna look good for Marco Rossi. He's
still coming right?
Yes, he is coming.
Okay, so which one do you like best?
Greg rushes in, out of breath.
Oh, Greg, really quick. Okay, real quick,
which one of these do you like better?
This one, this one or this one?
Are you're dressing up for Marco Rossi?
Was I supposed to?
You don't think its exciting?
Oh, yes, it's really exciting.
Robert, slightly annoyed, rolls his eyes and leaves.
So, how is your mother?
Still the same. She doesn't want to take
her medicine. She doesn't want anybody
Well, what can you do?
Greg leaves and Brian rushes in, trying to avoid Ameer.
Ameer, I'm here.
Ugh!!! Brian, wait, where were you,
I was sick.
Yes. I really was, I'm sorry, next time
I'll call I promise.
You say that every time.
I'm sorry, next time I really will call.
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.
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.
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.
So, where were you yesterday?
Why does everybody wanna know where I
Because we worry about you.
You don't need to worry about me.
Well we do.
Well you don't need to.
So, where were you?
I was sick.
You weren't dancing at the Gaiety?
I don't dance there anymore, I told you
You danced there last week.
Well I danced there last week, but not
Why, what happened?
They told me not to come back.
I have no idea.
They just said,"Don't come back"?
I guess they don't like me.
Did you piss 'em off?
I don't wanna talk about it.
And what the hell are you wearing?
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
Hey, is Marco Rossi really performing all
How many tokens you want?
Oh, gimme five dollars worth please?
Ameer hands him his coins.
And he's gonna show his dick and
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.
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
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
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.
Just think of it is a coffee break with
extra cream. Come on, it's no big deal.
10 minutes, Bradley, that's it. You hear
What? It's just a coffee break.
Yeah, a coffee break at a Peep Show.
The elevator doors open and the head out through the lobby
and in to the sidewalk.
I know I heard you, 10 minutes.
But were coming back for lunch, right?
Awww. Come on! What's wrong with you?
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