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"Domino Dare"
by
Don Cortier
P.O. Box 2901
South Bend, IN 46680
Copyright notice.
Cut to a black screen; we hear zippers and rustling on the
soundtrack, and see brief flashes of our heroine, Domino
Dare, dressing for a Halloween party. She'll be Little Red
Riding Hood tonight. She's a little soused: Bottles rest
atop her dresser. Shiny pink boots glide onto delicate
ballerina legs. She attaches fake eyelashes, a wig....
Main title (deep pink on black): DOMINO DARE
EXT. BROODING, SWIRLING CLOUDS
Gray snow-clouds weigh heavily beneath partial credits.
Credits out of the way, bas-relief faces now emerge from
these clouds, speaking to us in voices too distorted and
thunderous to be intelligible but seeming to say perfectly
mundane things like, "See you at the party tonight" and "Are
you really going to wear that?" (These actors, lit from
beneath and performing without make-up [the under-lighting
should be creepy enough], will later appear as our villains.)
EXT. HIGHWAY
Tilt down to Domino, trying to navigate a lonely highway at
either dusk or dawn, and just barely staying awake/sober.
She squints through fog, seeing neither landmarks nor signage.
DOMINO
Where the hell am I?
Her gas-gauge reading low, Domino makes a slight right onto
a country road. She soon passes a billboard for Dr. Terror's
Bloody Horror Terror Castle
EXT. DR. TERROR'S BLOODY HORROR TERROR CASTLE
Domino treks up a hill to a house that could be home to
Norman Bates. She finds an exotic bird in a tree, its bright
presence along this barren Autumnal landscape a drop of blue
wax on a faded postcard.
A Gatekeeper in a deep-red shroud greets Domino at the door.
DOMINO
Oh, thank God! I've been driving in
circles for hours.
The Gatekeeper simply turns and wordlessly retreats into her
house.
2.
DOMINO
Hello?
(to herself)
Where's she going?
(to Gatekeeper)
Hey, I'm not here for the tour. I
need directions!
INT. DR. TERROR'S BLOODY HORROR TERROR CASTLE
Domino follows this mute figure up a mossy stairway, her
thighs taut and sinewy beneath her pink silken tights.
They come to a room decorated with the usual Haunted House
trappings. Now the Gatekeeper, wearing a hands-free
microphone headset, turns to address Domino for the first
time; her voice, though it belongs to a small woman, is deep,
mechanical, ominous.
GATEKEEPER
You have entered a zone beyond
which there can never be a return.
And by "return," I mean, "refund."
DOMINO
Okay, now why do you have to use
the microphone? Because you're
standing right next to me. Just--
talk to me like one adult to
another. Please? I'm just here to
get some directions.
The Gatekeeper removes her headset.
GATEKEEPER
(same deep voice)
I said, "No refunds."
DOMINO
Yeah. I got that.
GATEKEEPER
(motioning broadly)
Stand on that X.
The X marks an obvious trapdoor, just off to the side of
Domino's feet.
DOMINO
I'd rather not. Do you mind? I
didn't come here for the ...
3.
GATEKEEPER
(stomping foot)
You will now stand on the X! The
Master commands it!
DOMINO
Yeah. So you can dump me into the
basement like a sack of dirty
laundry, right?
GATEKEEPER
The Master commands it! Stand on
the X!
DOMINO
Y'know, you're a little bossy for
someone so tiny, and I don't care
if this is your house!
GATEKEEPER
This is the Master's house!
(pointing to a spot
behind Domino)
See: He is behind you!
DOMINO
(turning, with a smirk)
And behind me would be a brick ...
The Gatekeeper roughly shoves Domino right through that
brick wall, as surely as a diver punctures water's skin.
EXT. OPEN FIELD
DOMINO
(finishing her sentence)
... wall.
Holy Rabbit-hole! After picking herself up, she discovers
that she now stands in the middle of an open Midwestern
landscape, this one encircled by an ominous treeline.
Dorothy is no longer in Kansas, folks.
Domino, shocked at her sudden surroundings, staggers.
Everything has changed, including her costume, which has
deepened to a bad-girl red. She also now slings a purse with
a red kerchief like a picnic basket's.
4.
DOMINO
Where am I? Where the hell is my
car?
(discovering she now
wears this lurid
variation on her
original costume)
And where did ... this come from?
(noticing the purse)
I.D. ...
But the zipper is stuck! She fights it.
DOMINO
Who am I here? C'mon.
A Drifter drifts in, seemingly from nowhere.
DRIFTER
Stuck?
DOMINO
Huh?
DRIFTER
I said, "Are you stuck?" Because no
one wants to be sticky, right?
DOMINO
Do you know where my car is? It
wouldn't take much to get unstuck
if I had my car. It's a tan Toyota.
A sedan. You seen it?
DRIFTER
(gesturing to purse)
No, but I can help you with that,
alright.
DOMINO
I bet you could.
DRIFTER
You don't trust me? Oh, my God! You
think I'm a purse snatcher or
something! But I'm not. I know a
trick. I could get that zipper for you.
DOMINO
Considering that I don't even know
where or who I am, should I be so
trusting? Would you?
5.
DRIFTER
In times like these, even smart
women sometimes seek the company of
strangers.
He moves toward Domino slightly, as she likewise retreats.
DRIFTER
Aw, come on. You may be Little Red
Riding Hood, lady, but I'm no Big
Bad Wolf, am I? I just want to help
you with your purse. Just to unzip
it, not to take it. I'm real good
with zippers.
(winking)
I'm not going to snatch your picnic
basket, little girl. Lighten up.
DOMINO
I can get it myself.
DRIFTER
You'd have gotten it already.
Domino considers this logic.
DOMINO
Well, okay, but ...
The Drifter snatches it from her trusting hands, and turning
sharply, sprints the open field, running up and over a hill.
Domino merely watches, then turns to regard the camera with
a double take. Who knew this was a high-crime area?
EXT. HIGHWAY
More alone now than ever, Domino heads for the highway;
perhaps she can hitch-hike?
Domino stumbles along the side of the road, her boots a
seemingly poor fit. Before long, however, a van arrives. At
the wheel is a respectable-looking father figure. His name
is Roadkiller.
ROADKILLER
Good evening. Need a ride?
Domino considers this silently.
ROADKILLER
I said, "Do you want a ride?"
DOMINO
Will you take me home?
6.
ROADKILLER
Sure. Whatever you say, Kid.
Domino gets in, though his hungry eyes move up and down her
body.
INT. ROADKILLER'S VAN
ROADKILLER
So, who are you supposed to be
tonight? Little Red Riding Hood? Or
Little Bo Peep? Because I never
could tell the difference between
the two
(beat)
I like your costume, though. So how
far do you want to go?
DOMINO
I'm not sure.
ROADKILLER
Well, then, how far are you willing
to go?
DOMINO
I don't understand.
ROADKILLER
Hey, are you working tonight, or
what? You weren't really just
looking for a ride, were you?
What's your name?
DOMINO
I don't know.
ROADKILLER
You don't know much then, do you?
Okay. Well, make one up, then. Make
a name up. What should I call you?
Receiving no answer, he pulls onto the soft shoulder, parks.
ROADKILLER
Look. Are you a cop? Because if you
are, you have to tell me.
DOMINO
I'm sorry, Mister. I just don't
know who I am anymore or ... where
I am. But I'm pretty sure I'm not a
cop.
7.
ROADKILLER
Yeah, well, if you were, it'd be
entrapment by now. Because cops
don't accept rides from well-
meaning strangers. Do you know what
I mean?
DOMINO
(after a long pause)
No.
ROADKILLER
I'm going to have to ask that you
put on your seatbelt, Princess.
Just for safekeeping.
Roadkiller suddenly straps her tight to her seat with the belt.
ROADKILLER
Tight enough for ya? I had that
installed special.
Domino squirms and struggles against her bonds. She hadn't
anticipated this!
Roadkiller returns to the road, and they travel in silence
for a moment, past a blank road sign.
DOMINO
Where are we going?
ROADKILLER
To see my brother.
DOMINO
Who's your brother?
ROADKILLER
Stressinger.
A scary chord segues to yet more silence, as moonlight,
through the window, dances across their faces.
ROADKILLER
Poor little girl! You really have
no idea who I am, do you? I'm just
another dirty old man in a dirty
old van, right?
DOMINO
Should I know you?
8.
ROADKILLER
Uh huh. I think you should. If you
watch the news, you should. I'm
kind of an important person in
these parts. Don't you watch the
news? Ah, what the hell's the
difference. I wanna show you something.
He removes a fake moustache, a toupee ...
ROADKILLER
How about now? Is my face ringing a
bell or what? You know, never mind
that bell; you ought to be hearing
a fire alarm by now!
DOMINO
I have no idea who you are. Why
should I?
ROADKILLER
Because of this.
(holding up a police
sketch, helpfully
labeled "Roadkiller")
You seein' a resemblance now?
DOMINO
Why don't you just get over yourself?
ROADKILLER
Oh, my my my!
(shaking head)
You're too pretty to be a cop, too
clean to be a hooker, too dumb to
live very long. Yeah, I'm the
Roadkiller. Cleanin' up the streets,
one gal at a time.
Silence from Domino. Does he think she's a hooker?!
ROADKILLER
Hope that's not too snug. I mean
smug. I hope that's not too smug.
DOMINO
What are you going to do to me?
9.
ROADKILLER
You really don't read the news, do
you? Well, let's see. I never want
to repeat myself, but I guess I
could entertain you with my
previous success stories. The cops
found my last victim in three
counties. Most of her. And before
that? Do you know anything about
power tools?
Domino gives him a blank look.
ROADKILLER
Yeah, well what do you know about
anything? Anyway, I just got this
brand-new 10" mitre saw--it out-
performs and replaces conventional
saws and choppers. And it's fast: I
can measure and cut an average
window frame in less than five
minutes. It will be just one stop
along your tour of my doll factory.
(producing a small
wooden chest)
A tour that ends with this ...
With his thumb, Roadkiller pops open its lid. Domino's eyes
grow wide with horror at whatever's inside.
EXT. HIGHWAY
A big truck passes them in the other lane.
INT. ROADKILLER'S VAN
ROADKILLER
Hold on a minute.
He retrieves a handheld C.B. from his glove box, and points
it out his window at the passing truck. He rapidly clicks
the transmit button a few times. We'll meet the truck driver
shortly; his name is Matt.
ROADKILLER
Hey there, Good Buddy!
MATT (OS)
10-4, Good Buddy!
ROADKILLER
Looking for some company?
10.
DOMINO
Help!
MATT (OS)
Sounds like you got a live one!
Roadkiller hastily returns the C.B. to the glove box.
ROADKILLER
Nice try.
(smirking to himself)
That's to fool with the cops and
all those dumb-ass truckers. Three
clicks means a girl like you is
looking for company. "Commercial
company." Yeah, well, you wound up
with company tonight, alright.
DOMINO
The police are going to be looking
for me! I'm not just some street ...
ROADKILLER
Oh, sure, they'll be looking for
you. With a fine-tooth comb, on
their knees. Across three counties.
Ha ha!
A spectral convenience store floats into view; behind it
squats a truck lot. The store's sign advertises a sale on
pastry.
ROADKILLER
So what do you say to a nice iced
chocolate long-john. You know, like
truckers eat. My treat!
DOMINO
I'm not hungry.
ROADKILLER
Yeah, well, ain't that a bitch,
because I am! And I've got an
insatiable sweet tooth.
He pulls into the parking lot, steers his van to the back by
a dumpster.
ROADKILLER
And now you're going to get a
lungful of something really sweet!
(chloroforms her)
Sweet dreams, Princess.
11.
He regards her in the pale light. Her body is shapely and
succulent in her wet-red leotard beneath his gaze.
ROADKILLER
So pretty in pink! Little Red
Riding Hood's now a Sleeping Beauty ...
He leaves. Moments later, Domino exhales, cautiously opens
an eye, then the other. She wriggles out of the seatbelt
with great difficulty and exits his van, running awkwardly
in unfamiliar boots.
EXT. TRUCK LOT
Domino furtively makes her way to the adjacent truck lot and
runs a gantlet of horny truckers, who cast their headlights
upon her as she passes by.
TRUCKER VOICE (OS)
Looks like we got us a lot lizard.
TRUCKER VOICE 2 (OS)
I normally turn up my nose at a
pavement princess, but this one's a
real doll!
TRUCKER VOICE 3 (OS)
Dibs! You other guys can take
seconds and thirds.
TRUCKER VOICE 2 (OS)
May the best man win, Good Buddy.
Domino is a babe in these woods, however, and oblivious to
their frantic, horny signals, she ignores them.
She approaches a darkened strip club for possible sanctuary,
but is intercepted by a lone cowboy with a kind Midwestern
face, who appears out of the darkness as stealthily as the
Drifter.
MATT
You lost, Honey?
DOMINO
I'm trying to get home. I want to
go home.
12.
MATT
Well, you're in luck, then, because
that's just where I'm goin'.
(long pause, as he
gives her the once-
over, three times)
You a cop?
DOMINO
Goddamnit! Why does everyone keep
asking me that?! Are you a cop?
MATT
Yes. Yes, I am. I'm a cop. Who
drives a truck. And helps out
pretty little things who find
themselves out of place in the
worst sort of way. Kind of like a
preacher shepherds wayward women,
know what I mean?
Domino is dubious.
MATT
Okay, so maybe I ain't a cop. But I
am a gentleman.
Matt abruptly stays Domino with a gallant hand.
MATT
Whoah, Nelly! Look out for this mud
puddle.
He rips off her hooded cape, not so gallantly stripping her
down to her leotard in the process.
DOMINO
What are you doing?!
MATT
A gentleman would never allow a
pretty pair of boots like these to
get dirty.
Tilt down to reveal that Matt's referring to his own shit-
kickers. He gingerly places the cape across the mud puddle
(which instantly soaks the fabric), then lifts her like a
newlywed coveting his bride, his "pretty" trucker boots
stomping oblivious and ungrateful through the filthy water.
Matt carries Domino back down that same long line of big
trucks, as though they were in a white-trashier Officer and
a Gentleman. His fellow drivers catcall and flash their
lights, C.B.'ing each other with this latest gossip.
13.
It looks as though Domino's dream has taken a turn for the
better!
TRUCKER VOICE (OS)
Who says miracles don't still
happen, and would that guy shut the
hell up?
TRUCKER VOICE 2 (OS)
My eyes are actually welling up.
And it's got nothing to do with
this potent marijuana cigarette
that I'm casually puffing despite
stern regulations to the contrary.
Domino regards Matt, swooning in his manly grip.
DOMINO
This is nice. These boots are so tight!
MATT
They don't call us the knights of
the road for nothin', lady.
DOMINO
Well, chivalry is not dead!
Her head falls into his shoulder, eyelids flickering
sleepily ...
INT. TRUCK CAB/TRAILER
A clumsy Batman-esque spin transition reveals that Domino
has been tied up in the back, like just so much cargo! Pink
sequined straps lash her wrists and ankles to the trailer's
metal walls; Matt drives, C.B. transmitter in hand.
MATT
How you all doin' back there, Pink
Lady?
DOMINO
(looking in vain for
a mic, then giving up)
I thought you said you were a cop!
MATT
Well, I copped you, didn't I?!
DOMINO
You really know how to sweep a girl
off her feet!
14.
MATT
Now, don't you worry your pretty
little head none. You're in
perfectly good hands.
(beat)
Domino.
DOMINO
What did you call me?
MATT
That's your name, ain't it? Domino.
I seen your show.
DOMINO
I'm sure I have no idea what you're
talking about.
MATT
That show of yours, on TNT--what's
it called? Aw, what's the difference.
You could be a dead ringer for the
girl on that show.
DOMINO
I don't watch television.
MATT
Well, you're missing out on some
really good shows, then. Anyway,
you look like that girl who's
always escaping from death traps
and whatnot. It's fake as hell, but
she's real pretty. Domino somethin'.
She's one of them escape artists,
but it's all fake. Come to think of
it, it's not a very good show. And
she ain't even my kind of girl. A
girl like that's always on, 24
hours a day. High maintenance!
DOMINO
(sigh of relief)
So who is ... what's your kind of girl?
MATT
Let's just say I like a gal with a
little more seasoning to her.
DOMINO
Oh. So you like older women. And
you prefer to sell the younger ones
on the black market, right? Put
them on a slow boat to China?
15.
MATT
Aw, no. You got me all wrong, Lady.
I'm not no slave trader. Naw. I'm
taking you to Gruber's on 23. You
know. Gruber's ... The meat market.
DOMINO
What are you saying, that you're
going to ... eat me?
MATT
Naw. Aw, hell no. Is that what you
thought. Naw. I ain't going to be
gnawing on them nylons tonight.
Someone else is gonna get that
honor. Some chump richer than I'll
ever be. Y'know, they say that
redbone is a real delicacy.
EXT. HIGHWAY
Matt's big truck barrels down the highway. The decal on the
side of his rig reads, "Sawney's Beans."
INT. TRUCK CAB
ROADKILLER (OS)
(Three clicks)
Hey there, Good Buddy!
MATT
10-4, Good Buddy!
ROADKILLER (OS)
Looking for some company?
DOMINO (OS)
Help!
MATT
Sounds like you got a live one! But
I bet she can't compare to the
choice fillet I'm haulin' tonight.
Aw, did I say, "fillet"? I meant to
say "filly."
(no response)
Yeah. Got your ears on? 10-4? Good
Buddy? Hello?
A fresh voice enters the conversation. It's Boss, leader of
the Double Dogs, a gang of cut-throat, low-rent hoods.
BOSS (OS)
Roger that, Trucker.
16.
MATT
Howdy, howdy, Good Buddy.
BOSS (OS)
Did I hear you say you've already
got company? Because I sure could
use a referral. New in town,
looking for girlfriend quality, if
you know what I mean.
MATT
Oh, yes sir. I've got a real beauty
on this haul. There ain't much of
her, but what there is, is choice.
Grade A! Come again, y'hear?
BOSS (OS)
And what have you got that I
couldn't get at Gruber's?
MATT
Nothin'. But why pay the middleman?
Long pause. Sounds tempting.
MATT
You there?
BOSS
What color's your house?
EXT. HIGHWAY UNDERPASS
Matt opens the back door of his trailer for the Dogs, so
they can ogle his merchandise.
MATT
Was I lying or ain't she somethin'?
BOSS
She's somethin' alright. And that's
not even saying much.
TUCKER
You said it, Boss!
BOSS
Stifle it, Tucker! I'm talkin'
business here.
(to Matt)
So how much are you askin'?
17.
MATT
You ain't a cop now, are you?
'cause if you was ...
BOSS
Nah.
MATT
Well, then I'll take 50 bucks a pound.
BOSS
Jesus, that better be some sweet meat!
MATT
Choice! And you can do as you
please, whenever you please, 'cause
that's your business.
BOSS
I'm okay, you're okay ... right?
MATT
Yeah, but the rest of the world's
all messed up. Free enterprise.
It's appalling that money keeps
this whole sick and sordid
operation going, ain't it?
BOSS
Pay the man, Butchie.
From behind, Butchie clubs Matt over the head; Matt drops
out of frame.
BOSS
Too bad. He was a swell Joe and all.
TUCKER
Now let's claim our prize package!
BOSS
Better use a canister of knock-out,
first. From what I hear, this
kitten's got claws, even if she is
a little tied-up at the moment.
They laugh as though this is funny, lob in a gas grenade to
knock her out, and then Butchie and Tucker enter, wearing
gas masks. They untie and then carry her from the rig,
hammock fashion.
18.
INT. DOUBLE DOG CAR
In the back seat of a luxury car, Domino lies unconscious in
Butchie and Boss's lap. The camera regards her at great
length through their sunroof. Her body is prone, vulnerable.
They tie her hands and legs with firm white rope.
BUTCHIE
So this is Domino Dare, World's
Sexiest Escape Artist.
TUCKER
(driving)
She's gonna make our name. Overnight!
BOSS
Just shut up and drive straight.
BUTCHIE
She's pretty pretty, alright. Too
bad she's about to get fingered by
fate!
Domino stirs. Perhaps she hears this conversation in her
sleep. She turns over in their laps.
BOSS
Somebody called in and said we
should stick her inside a pie and
serve her for dessert on Pay Per
View, but I told him to get stuffed!
We don't do that kind of thing
around here. If you can't be a
gentleman in this life, what are
you? Some kind of dog! Am I not wrong?
BUTCHIE AND TUCKER
Yes!
(beat)
No ...?
(longer beat)
Yes?
BOSS
So what can one do when all of the
classic deathtraps have been done
... to death? All the classic
damsel-in-distress perils have been
taken, like the "tied to the
railroad track" gag, or the
"strapped to a log in a sawmill"
scenario.
19.
BUTCHIE
How about Joker's Rocket, with a
live feed? Send her to the moon,
like Alice.
BOSS
Say, that's kinda tasty. It's got
that psychological torture element
that makes for great ratings. Think
about it: She knows exactly how
many seconds she has until blast-
off because we'll be counting it
down live on national t.v., but
she'll be powerless to do anything
about it because she'll be
perfectly pinioned against our rocket.
BUTCHIE
You don't think it's too ... phallic?
BOSS
What are you? Prejudiced? Their
money is as good as anybody's!
(shakes head in disgust)
Tucker, we got a fully operational
rocket with launching pad at our
disposal?
TUCKER
I think there might be one on the
roof, Boss. I'll see what I can do.
The phone rings. Boss answers.
BOSS
Speak to me. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. What
was that third thing again? Oh,
yeah. That's good. Now do it one
more time, but with a Swedish
accent. Ah, yeah.
(putting down phone, satiated)
That was the Big Guy.
A communal sigh. He must really be some guy!
INT. CONTROL ROOM
The Dogs, from their control room, monitor a roof-top
launching pad upon which waits a rocket. And strapped to
that? Domino! The Dogs seem concerned, however, only with
getting better reception from a disagreeable monitor. Other
monitors, targeting her peaks and valleys, fill the wall.
20.
The camera again favors Domino over the villains, who are
largely heard but not seen, in the same way that a live
television sometimes guides the vagaries of an afternoon nap.
BUTCHIE
(successfully
slapping their
monitor back to life)
Viola!
TUCKER
Whaddya mean, "viola"?
BUTCHIE
Like the French say. You know,
viola. V-i-o-l-a.
TUCKER
You're thinking of voila. V-o-i-l-a.
Completely different word. A viola
is like a violin or somethin'.
BUTCHIE
You know, I think you're right.
Boss enters.
BOSS
Stifle it. We gotta go brief
tonight's Barbarella for her
maiden--and final--voyage.
EXT. ROOFTOP DEATHTRAP
Domino awakes and hears their scheme (courtesy of a P.A.
they've rigged for the occasion) but plays possum. Her face
nonetheless involuntarily twitches at their barbaric plans
for her. Her body strains against the tight straps holding
her fast.
TUCKER (OS)
Or debrief her!
BUTCHIE (OS)
Why, that's like a half-eaten crotch!
BOSS (OS)
You just said a mouthful, kid.
21.
INT. CONTROL ROOM
BOSS (CONT.)
But now shut up and listen: The
odds follow three trajectories
tonight. One, she could go up a few
hundred feet and pop just like a
bottle rocket, in which case globs
of her body will land in the
parking lot of the Pink Flamingo
like just so much scorched pork. Or
two, the heat from the rocket could
melt right through the elastic
polymers in her escape suit, and
cook her goose in 10 seconds flat.
BUTCHIE
What if her escape suit is built to
withstand that much heat? Wouldn't
it boil her innards like haggis? Oh,
wait a minute. I think I just
answered my own question.
TUCKER
That proves it!
BOSS
Sure, sure. It's all good. As long
as the night ends with fifty yids
of Malacci Brothers money in my
lapel pocket. Butchie, is that P.A.
working? I want to hear every
decibel of that cash cow's meowing
as she passes over the moon, if you
don't mind me mixin' metaphors.
EXT. ROOFTOP DEATHTRAP
Butchie and Tucker admire Domino in her space-age bondage.
BUTCHIE
Whoever knew a couple of low-lifes
could be so high-tech. Huh, Tucker?
Hey. What time is it?
Among the various lights and LEDs dotting this prop is a
standard digital alarm clock, which shows the time to be
1:55. Tucker regards it, and then answers Butchie with great
sarcasm:
TUCKER
1:55.
22.
BUTCHIE
Hey, look! She's coming to!
DOMINO
Gasp! You evil-doers!
BUTCHIE
(to Tucker)
Who talks like that?!
(to Domino, eyes rolling)
Sure, Domino. Whatever you say, Domino.
DOMINO
I'm not Domino!
BUTCHIE
That's too bad. Because if you were,
you'd know how to use that escape
suit we've so graciously slipped
you into. It's the same one you
wore over Box Canyon. Remember? No?
Well, how about that bike? Maybe
that'll stoke your memory.
He points to a prototype cycle in Domino's colors, which
occupies a garish Vegas-style display case in one corner of
the roof; beside it stands a mannequin in a sleek black
liquid rubber "flight suit," not unlike the number worn by
Julie Newmar's Catwoman. Domino's costume, in fact, is
simply a purple variation on it, a la Yvonne Craig's Batgirl
costume.
As Domino's eyes scan for help, she notices several cameras,
all set to record her doom from various angles.
TUCKER
(regarding the mannequin)
And that's that tight little flight
suit of yours that got me through
puberty! I got it off eBay!
BUTCHIE
Yeah, you were a real spandex
living doll, then and now. Girl of
my dreams! I've still got your
poster on my wall, but it's got
stuff on it!
TUCKER
So whadda you figure your odds are,
Domino Dare? Word on the street is
that you haven't got a chance, but
it's all good, because the Boss
gets a piece of all that action.
23.
BUTCHIE
I'm betting that your sudden rise
to the top will cut off all of the
oxygen to your brain. Or maybe the
nitrogen levels in your blood will
rise with the sudden pressure shift,
and you'll get the bends. That
beautiful body of yours won't know
what hit it!
Boss enters.
BOSS
Cool it, Butchie! You're drooling
all over the merchandise!
BUTCHIE
Sorry, Boss. I was just taunting
the cannon fodder. Hey, Tucker!
Fifty bucks says you can't do
jumping jacks on the edge of this
roof ... wit'cha eyes closed!
TUCKER
Now why would I go and do something
that stupid?
BUTCHIE
Because you're chicken, Tucker, and
you know it, and if you didn't,
you'd never be sure of your own
manhood.
TUCKER
That's the dumbest thing I ever
heard ... so far tonight!
BUTCHIE
... and you'd be making me look bad,
because I'll tell you right here
and now, I wouldn't have the balls
to do it.
TUCKER
Yeah, well, I ain't gonna do it!
BUTCHIE
Oh yeah?
(looking back and
forth between Tucker
and Boss, snapping
his gum, pausing for effect)
Well ... I ... double dog dare ya!
24.
Dramatic music cue, "trombone zooms." He's just invoked
their honor code!
TUCKER
Butchie! You don't mean it! You
can't mean it! You're just talkin'
here, right? Boss?! He's just talkin'!
BOSS
No, he's got you there, Tucker.
Them's the rules. Dare Force
Handbook. Chapter Six.
Tucker backs to the roof's edge, obviously terrified.
BUTCHIE
And you gotta recite the Pledge of
Allegiance while you do 'em!
TUCKER
You didn't say nothin' 'bout no ...
aaagggh!
Before he's even really begun, Tucker falls backwards to his
death. Boss sadly shakes his head.
BOSS
There. That's really nice! I hope
you're satisfied, Butchie. You was
friends! Since you was both
choirboys at St. Pete's!
BUTCHIE
What? I told him I wouldn't a done it!
BOSS
Some kind of friend you turned out
to be, as Barry Manilow once sang.
Jesus. I loved that kid like he was
my own son.
BUTCHIE
Wait a minute. I thought he was
your son.
BOSS
Well. There you go.
They exit.
Her memory returning after a brief struggle against her
bonds, Domino discovers that she does know how to deploy the
various tools in her escape suit: Her glove conceals a tiny
hand-saw, which she uses to cut through the straps.
25.
A buzz-saw extends from her tights, and does the same.
Further, unzipping her boot, she removes a strange key,
apparently to the Domino cycle. She mounts it, then roars
down the side of the building, a newly liberated woman.
INT. CONTROL ROOM
The surviving Double Dogs scream at all of this as it
unfolds on their monitor.
BOSS
No, no, no! It ain't supposed to be
this way!
Butchie is already on his feet, struggling with the door.
BUTCHIE
It's stuck!
BOSS
I thought I told you to oil that!
BUTCHIE
I forgot. And now we can't get out
of here! We're trapped like rats!
Boss shoots Butchie.
BOSS
Speak for yourself.
EXT. CITYSCAPE
Domino travels ghostly streets on her Domino cycle, in time
to her way-groovy theme song. Her luscious curves sway to
the beat.
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NOTE: TO PRESERVE OUR SURPRISE ENDING,
THE FINAL SCENES HAVE BEEN DELETED FROM THIS INTERNET-ONLY
EDITION.
FOR THE SHOCKING CONCLUSION TO OUR SLEAZY TALE, YOU'LL JUST
HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE DVD RELEASE!
(Hint: Our delectable DareDoll may just have a date with a
doughnut if she's not careful!)