BOOGIE NIGHTS

                          BOOGIE NIGHTS   
                             by

                            Paul Thomas Anderson

1 EXT. HOT TRAXX NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

CAMERA holds on this PACKED disco on Van Nuys Blvd.

TITLE CARD: "San Fernando Valley, 1977"

A CADILLAC SEVILLE pulls up to the valet area and CAMERA (STEADICAM) moves

across the street, towards the car, landing close;

From the Seville steps, JACK HORNER (50s) and AMBER WAVES (early 30s).

CAMERA follows them (this is one continous shot) as they pass the crowd,

greet a DOORMAN and enter --

INSIDE THE NIGHTCLUB. Twice as packed inside as outside. Music is full

blast. Amber and Jack are greeted by;

MAURICE t.t. RODRIGUEZ (30s). Owner of the nightclub. Puerto Rican. Wearing

a suit and fifteen gold chains.

                                  MAURICE

              Jackie-Jack-Jack and Miss Lovely Amber Waves --

                                   AMBER

                                Hi, Maurice.

                                    JACK

               You bad ass little spick. How are you, honey?

                                  MAURICE

                    Pissed off you ain't been around --

                                    JACK

                           -- I been on vacation.

                                  MAURICE

                     Don't stay away this long from my

                     club ever again, Jackie-Jack-Jack.

                                    JACK

                                 I promise.

Maurice takes Amber's hand and gives it a kiss.

                                  MAURICE

                You are the foxiest bitch in ten countries.

                                   AMBER

                           You're such a charmer.

                                  MAURICE

                                 (to Jack)

                    I got you all set up at your booth.

              I wanna send over some clams on the half shell.

                                    JACK

                                 Beautiful.

                                  MAURICE

                     Just remember, Jack: I'm available

                     and ready. Cast me and find out --

                                    JACK

                             Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Amber and Jack head off towards the booth. CAMERA stays with Maurice,

follows him to the bar area, where he shouts some orders to a WAITER.

                                  MAURICE

                      Clams on the half shell to Jack

                       and Amber -- over there -- go!

The WAITER takes off to the kitchen, Maurice walks onto the dance floor and

greets three people;

REED ROTHCHILD, 20s, tall and skinny, BECKY BARNETT, 20s, black girl in

silk, BUCK SWOPE, 20s, black guy in cowboy gear.

                                  MAURICE

                           Hello there, kiddies.

                              REED/BUCK/BECKY

                           Hi, hey, hi, Maurice.

                                  MAURICE

                            Having a good time?

                                   BECKY

                                 Excellent.

                                  MAURICE

                            Great, great, great.

Maurice moves away to greet some more people. CAMERA stays with Reed, Becky

and Buck, does a 360 around them. Reed and Becky Disco Dance. Buck does

some Cowboy-Type Moves.

Moments later, the WAITER carrying clams on the half shell passes and

CAMERA picks up with him, follows him to Jack's booth, where he presents

them;

                                   WAITER

                          Compliments of Maurice.

                                    JACK

                                 Thank you.

                                   AMBER

                      Can I get a Marguerita, please?

                                    JACK

                             Seven-Up, here --

The WAITER exits, CAMERA PANS with him for a moment, leading to a young

girl wearing rollerskates, ROLLERGIRL (aged 18). She always, always wears

rollerskates. CAMERA PANS with her back to Jack's booth.

                                 ROLLERGIRL

                                    Hi.

                                    JACK

                               Hello, honey.

                                   AMBER

                              (to Rollergirl)

                       Did you call that girl today?

                                 ROLLERGIRL

                                 I forgot.

                                   AMBER

                   If you don't do it tomorrow, then it's

                  the weekend and you'll never be able to

                            get in to see her --

                                 ROLLERGIRL

                                    OK.

Rollergirl scratches her crotch as she speaks. Amber notices;

                                   AMBER

                       What's the matter down there?

                                 ROLLERGIRL

                              I gotta go pee.

                                   AMBER

                               Well go, then.

CAMERA stays with Rollergirl, following her across the dance floor. She

passes Buck, Becky and Reed, says hello, dances a moment, then continues on

-- into the clearing off the dance floor, heading for the bathroom. She

passes something, CAMERA moves away towards this something:

A bus boy cleaning a table, EDDIE ADAMS, aged 17. CAMERA moves into a CU --

blending to SLOW MOTION (40fps) for a moment.

(Note: In the text Eddie Adams will be referred to as Dirk Diggler.)

ANGLE, JACK'S TABLE.

Jack turns his head, looks across the dance floor and sees this kid

cleaning the table.

ANGLE, DIRK DIGGLER.

He looks up, catches Jack looking back at him, then turns away, disappears

into a back room.

CAMERA DOLLIES in on Jack, who at that moment, is approached by a figure

entering FRAME. Short, buffed out LITTLE BILL (late 40s). This is Jack's

Assistant Director.

                                LITTLE BILL

                                   Jack.

                                    JACK

                             Hey, Little Bill.

                                LITTLE BILL

                         Whatsa schedule look like?

                    Are we still on day after tomorrow?

                                    JACK

                        I wanna do it the day after

                          the day after tomorrow.

                                LITTLE BILL

                       For sure? 'Cause I wanna call

                 Rocky, Scotty, Kurt and all those guys --

Jack's attention is with the backroom that Dirk entered. He stands and

heads away.

                                    JACK

                   Absolutely. But I wanna keep it small.

                  I wanna keep a small crew on this one --

                                LITTLE BILL

                             -- a relaxed deal.

                                    JACK

                                  Exactly.

                                LITTLE BILL

                         Do you have a script yet?

                                    JACK

                      Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day --

Jack is off across the dance floor.

CUT TO:

2 INT. BACKROOM/KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

                                    JACK

                                    Hey.

                                    DIRK

                                    Hey.

                                    JACK

                               How ya doin'?

                                    DIRK

                                   Fine.

                                    JACK

                              How old are you?

                                    DIRK

                  I have a work permit, I got the paper --

                                    JACK

                         No, no, no. Not like that.

                       How long have you worked here?

                                    DIRK

                                  A month.

                                    JACK

                        Maurice give you a job here?

                                    DIRK

                                   Yeah.

                                    JACK

                            How much he pay you?

                                    DIRK

                  I'm not supposed to say how much I make.

                                    JACK

                          He's a friend of mine --

                                    DIRK

                        Well you'll have to ask him.

                                    JACK

                   You live around here, Canoga - Reseda?

                                    DIRK

              Um . . . no . . . do you know where Torrance is?

                                    JACK

                            How do you get here?

                                    DIRK

                              I take the bus.

                                    JACK

                          So what do you wanna do?

                                    DIRK

                                   What?

                                    JACK

                   You take the bus from Torrance to work

                 in Reseda, why don't you work in Torrance?

                                    DIRK

                              I don't want to.

                                    JACK

                               . . . ok . . .

                                    DIRK

                       So . . . you want five or ten?

                                    JACK

                             . . . what . . . ?

                                    DIRK

                       If you wanna watch me jack off

                     it's ten bucks. If you just wanna

                         look at it then it's five.

                                    JACK

                     Guys come in, ask you to jack off

                          for them, ask to see it?

                                    DIRK

                                   Yeah.

                                    JACK

                         Have you done it tonight?

                                    DIRK

                               Couple times.

                                    JACK

                          And you can do it again?

                                    DIRK

                     If you want, if you got ten bucks.

BEAT. Jack extends his hand.

                                    JACK

                                 I'm Jack.

                                    DIRK

                            Eddie. Eddie Adams.

                                    JACK

                    Eddie Adams from Torrance. I'm Jack

                             Horner, Filmmaker.

                                    DIRK

                                  Really?

                                    JACK

                    I make adult films. Erotic pictures.

BEAT, THEN;

                                    DIRK

                 . . . I know who you are. I read about you

                  in a magazine. "Inside Amber," "Amanda's

                          Ride." You made those --

                                    JACK

                   So you know me, you know I'm not full

                            of doggy-doo-doo --

                                    DIRK

                                Yeah . . . .

                                    JACK

                         So why don't you come back

                         to my table, have a drink,

                            meet some people --

                                    DIRK

                    I'd love to but . . . I'm working --

                                    JACK

                You need money, you have to pay the rent --

                                    DIRK

                 . . . No . . . I mean, yeah. I need money.

                   But I don't pay rent. I live at home.

                                    JACK

                      Tell me how old you are, Eddie.

                                    DIRK

                        . . . I'm seventeen . . . .

                                    JACK

                 You're a seventeen year old piece of gold.

                                    DIRK

                                Yeah, right.

                                    JACK

                    Why don't you come back to my table,

                     have a drink, meet some people --

                                    DIRK

                        I can't do that to Maurice.

                                    JACK

                        You're a good worker, yeah?

                                    DIRK

                      I'm sorry, I do know you, I know

                   who you are, I'd love to have a drink

                 with you and I know you're not full of --

                                    JACK

                             -- doggy-doo-doo.

                                    DIRK

                        Yeah, yeah. But I just can't

                      walk out on Maurice. I'm sorry.

BEAT, THEN;

                                    JACK

                    It seems to me, beneath those jeans,

                      there's something wonderful just

                           waiting to get out --

Jack leaves.

3 EXT. HOT TRAXX NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT (LATER)

The club is closing, Maurice is locking up and turning the lights off out

front. CAMERA hangs around with Buck, Becky and Reed. (Director's Note:

Reference improv. Notes)

Jack and Amber cruise past in his Seville, say so long and head up Van Nuys

Blvd.

They pass Little Bill who walks to his old Station Wagon, rips a parking

ticket off the windshield and gets behind the wheel.

Dirk Diggler exits the club from a side door and heads off --

CUT TO:

4 OMITTED

5 INT. JACK'S HOUSE/LAUREL CANYON - NIGHT - LATER

Jack and Amber enter the house. It resembles the Jungle Room at Graceland.

He heads for the kitchen, she makes a drink . . .

                                    JACK

                         You want somethin' to eat?

                          I'm onnamake some eggs.

                                   AMBER

                            I'm goin' to sleep.

                                    JACK

                  Goodnight, honey-tits. Sleep beautiful.

CUT TO:

6 INT. AMBER'S BEDROOM/JACK'S HOUSE - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER

ECU, AMBER. She does a quick line of coke. BEAT. She takes a valium, lights

a cigarette, then picks up the phone;

                                   AMBER

            Tom . . . hi . . . yeah. I know it's late, but . . .

                                   (beat)

                     Yeah. Is Andy there? Is he . . . ?

                   I'd like to say hello, I'd like to say

                      hello to my son and that's all.

                                   (beat)

                       Lemme tell you something, Tom.

                  Lemme tell you something you don't know;

                      I know a lawyer, you understand?

                      You might think I don't but I do

                     and I'll take you to court . . . .

                                   (beat)

                  No . . . please don't, Tom, Tom, Tom --

Dial tone from the phone. She hangs up.

7 INT. LITTLE BILL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Little Bill enters his house quietly, turns on a small light to help guide

him down a hallway.

FROM A BEDROOM DOOR we hear the sounds of MOANING AND GROANING. Little Bill

walks to the door, hesitates, then opens --

CUT TO:

8 INT. LITTLE BILL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - THAT MOMENT

LITTLE BILL'S WIFE and a BIG STUD are doing it on the bed. They stop a

moment and casually look at him.

                                LITTLE BILL

                        What the fuck are you doing?

                             LITTLE BILL'S WIFE

                   The fuck does it look like I'm doing?

                  I've got a cock in my pussy, you idiot.

                                  BIG STUD

                          Will you close the door?

                                LITTLE BILL

                   Will I close the door? You're fucking

                             my wife, asshole.

                                  BIG STUD

                             Relax, little man.

                             LITTLE BILL'S WIFE

              Just get out, Bill. Fucking sleep on the couch.

                               (to Big Stud)

                           Keep going, Big Stud.

Big Stud continues. Little Bill watches a moment in a haze then closes the

door.

CUT TO:

9 INT. DIRK'S PARENTS HOUSE/TORRANCE - NIGHT

Dirk enters quietly, walks a hallway and goes into his room.

CUT TO:

10 INT. DIRK'S ROOM - NIGHT - THAT MOMENT

Dirk enters his room and begins to remove his clothes. He turns the volume

low on his stereo. He stands in front of his mirror, does a few flexes,

some dance moves, some karate moves, etc. CAMERA DOES A SLOW 360 PAN AROUND

THE ROOM. Posters on the walls of Travolta, Pacino, a 1976 Corvette, Bruce

Lee, Hawaii, a Penthouse centerfold, Luke Skywalker, etc. CAMERA LANDS BACK

ON DIRK.

                                    DIRK

                               That's right.

FADE OUT, CUT TO:

11 OMITTED

12 OMITTED

13 INT. DIRK'S HOUSE/KITCHEN - MORNING

Dirk eats breakfast. His MOTHER (mid 40s) stands, washing a dish. His

FATHER (50s) enters, dressed in suite. He crosses the kitchen

INSERT, CU

Father, stubble on his face, places a kiss on the cheek of Mother.

                                   FATHER

                               Good morning.

                                   MOTHER

                 . . . Jesus. Please, okay? Shave if you're

                    gonna do that, it scratches my face.

Father takes a seat at the breakfast table, looks to Dirk.

                                   FATHER

                  How's that work, you get home late, huh?

                                    DIRK

                                   Yeah.

                                   MOTHER

                    If you wanna work in a nightclub you

                should . . . if it's so important . . . you

                          should find one closer.