EXT. HOLLYWOOD CA. - EVENING

The moon rises over the foothills of Hollywood California. The day-people have all gone home to tuck in their children. The city changes hands, into the grasp of the night dwellers. The neon lights of Hollywood Boulevard flicker on buzzing with electricity. People fill the streets fueled by booze, lust, and aspirations of living the good life.

EXT. PERFECT CIRCLE CLUB - HOLLYWOOD CA. - NIGHT

The P.C. Club for short, resides on Sunset Blvd. Its eloquent exterior and ironwork gleam with the charm of the early 1920’s. There is no sign out front, only a crowd of people waiting to get in.

INT. P.C. CLUB - NIGHT

People hide in the shadows of every nook and cranny, drinks firmly in their hands. Their heads pulse to the rhythmic beats blasting from the speakers behind the DJ. Black lights illuminate the walls and bar. Go-go dancers shimmy up and down stripper poles at both sides of the stage. A crowd of 1000 misguided youths fills the dance floor.

Jersey, a petite 40 year old brunet with smoky dark eyes, glides up and down a metal pole with familiarity. She peers out from behind her makeup emotionless as she goes through her routine.

Eddie, 37, A dark haired beast of Mexican decent, sits at the bar gnawing on his dinner. His brooding eyes bounce between the reflection of Jersey in the mirror and his steak.

EDDIE

This meat tastes like shit.

BARTENDER

It’s been genetically modified to taste that way. It took scientists years to perfect that flavor.

EDDIE

Someone needs to get fired!

BARTENDER

Don’t get sore with me. (Under his breath) It’s not like you’re paying for it anyway.

EDDIE

What?

Eddie catches a glimpse of Jersey exiting the stage in the mirror.

BARTENDER

Aren't you on the clock?

Eddie washes his mouthful down with a shot of rye, pushes the plate away in disgust, and makes his way towards the dressing rooms.

INT. P.C. CLUB - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT

Jersey sits behind the hot lights of the mirror, removing her makeup.

JERSEY

I don’t want to hear it.

EDDIE

I’m tired of it. I want something better for you, for me -

JERSEY

I know baby, really I do. Hey.. (Whisper) Do you have a tip for me?

She removes the airbrushed black mascara from around her eyes revealing signs of her age.

EDDIE

We need to get away from here. How many more years you think you can do this?

JERSEY

Go to hell!

EDDIE

I didn’t mean it like that. We, can’t keep doing this hamster on a wheel routine. We’re not going anywhere.

JERSEY

You got any bright ideas or are you just blowing air again?

EDDIE

I’m going to take you away, some place better then this. I promise.

JERSEY

You got some dough I don’t know about?

EDDIE

I’m working on something.

JERSEY

Well then, let me get my things.

EDDIE

We’ve got to wait, just a little longer.

JERSEY

Eddie, we ain’t going nowhere. Life is the way it is. You better fall in line like everybody else. There ain’t no happy ending for people like us.

EDDIE

I’m tired. I’m tired of playing this god damn game.

JERSEY

Well that’s too damn bad Eddie. Grow a pair and get going before The Banker shows up. You’ve been on the clock for two hours.

EDDIE

That’s my point! I’m tired of existing on someone else’s clock.

JERSEY

Try hanging upside down from a pole for a living. Now get your ass out there and go break some heads.