Shave Slowly - Limited TV Series - Episode #04

 


          INT.NEW YEARS EVE CLUB - EVENING


          Amy worked at the club on the last day of the year, got

          home, and DRESSED to go out and ring in the NEW YEAR with a

          few close friends at a nearby night spot. They arrive around

          11 PM, hit the DANCE FLOOR, and finally celebrate with the

          crowd at MIDNIGHT.


                              NARRATOR

                    The past year sped by so fast, but

                    the past is past and I'm looking

                    forward, to a new beginning, and

                    possibly an entirely new

                    life...heading in that direction

                    anyway. And so, me and my man, some

                    close friends, no fights, no fuss,

                    had two drinks, one at the

                    beginning of the night, one at the

                    end, and danced my ass off. Two

                    guys in our group could have been

                    NFL players so no one was going to

                    mess with us. Home before two and

                    in bed by three after New Year's

                    Eve sex in the shower. After a day

                    to just rest and recover, the

                    following day I felt the need for a

                    good massage.


          INT. SPA WITH MASSAGE


          Amy walks into the spa, spots her MASSEUSE, is waved over,

          STRIPS down to a couple of towels, and lays down on her

          stomach to begin.


                              NARRATOR

                    I'd been to this masseuse before so

                    he knew the kind of chronic pain I

                    lived with as a consequence of my

                    chosen profession. Working deep and

                    hard, clearing out the toxins, is

                    what it took. A large, powerful man

                    with strong hands, he put me

                    through the ringer, every muscle

                    stretched, prodded, poked and

                    pressed in every possible

                    direction. Finally over, I felt

                    totally manhandled and a touch

                    violated, but it was all good.


          INT. AMY'S HOME


          Soar and tired, Amy SHOWERS, packs her club bag but isn't at

          all sure she's up to going in to work.


                              NARRATOR

                    Still sore and tired, the next

                    morning was all about whether I

                    would go into work or not. On

                    autopilot, I showered, packed my

                    club bag, but still wasn't sure I

                    would go in...then I began to

                    remember the new stack of bills I

                    now had to pay.


          INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT


          Amy drags herself into the club, gets DRESSED, and heads to

          the floor.


                              NARRATOR

                    At this point I'd been at the club

                    for six years and knew that Mondays

                    were usually good for a VIP or two,

                    so...I dragged myself into the

                    club, threw some stripper garb on

                    from my locker, stomped onto the

                    floor and sure enough one of my

                    regulars was there waiting for me.

                    It was my CowboyMan. I didn't have

                    a stitch of makeup on, had just

                    thrown myself together, yet there

                    he was beaming a big smile when he

                    saw me heading in his direction.


                              AMY

                    I'm glad you're here, I almost

                    didn't come in today!


          His smile lengthens as he pats me on the BUTT while nodding

          his approval.


                              AMY

                    I'm going to put my stuff away,

                    primp a little, and I'll be right

                    back.


                              COWBOYMAN

                    Okay...I'll be here.


                              NARRATOR

                    When I return we talk for a while,

                    I'm called to the stage, finish my

                    tip walk and we do some dances yet

                    during most of the time we just

                    cuddle. As soon as he leaves three

                    more regulars are waiting for me,

                    one a recent cancer survivor,

                    someone I wasn't sure I'd ever see

                    again.


          Amy sits down with her cancer survivor regular to discuss

          his situation.


                              NARRATOR

                    As things turned out after his

                    treatment he'd been given a clean

                    bill of health although every four

                    months he had to go in for relapse

                    tests. I'm thinking, what a

                    horrible way to live, and yet, I

                    guess it's much better than the

                    alternative.


                              CANCERSURVIVOR

                    Thank you so much for being there

                    for me.


                              AMY

                    You stay healthy now and I'll see

                    you again soon.


          Amy is at the counter checking out when she overhears a

          dancer nearby talking about HER FATHER.


                              NARRATOR

                    I know what it feels like to need a

                    good reason to get up in the

                    morning and for some of our

                    customers I know we provide that

                    priceless service. After a surprise

                    VIP my day shift ended with me at

                    the counter paying my tip-out when

                    I overheard one the other dancers

                    talking about her father who was

                    close to death, her family all

                    fucked up, the whole situation had

                    her in the depths of a Grand-Canyon

                    depression. Knowing that explained

                    so much, especially why she was

                    getting drunk every goddamn day at

                    the club. It really bothers me when

                    the girls are hurting, no matter

                    who they are, whether I like them

                    or don't I can sympathize when

                    anyone is having a hard time in

                    life. When changing in the dressing

                    room I saw her phone buzzing with a

                    call from her uncle.


                              AMY

                    I noticed your uncle left you a

                    phone message, just so you now.


          She starts crying right away.


                              DEPRESSEDDANCER

                    I can't even take this anymore. My

                    dad just doesn't deserve to die,

                    he's such a good man, so caring,

                    and he's always been sweet to me.

                    Now, my mother is a piece of shit

                    but he's the one who's dying.


          Amy pauses to give her a chance to calm down.


                              AMY

                    You know...good and bad people die

                    every day. It's so so hard because

                    it's your father...I'm sorry to

                    hear about everything you're going

                    through.


          They hugged, she CRIES some more, and Amy leaves to go home.

          Driving home Amy begins to imagine how devastated she will

          be when her beloved grandmother passes.


                              NARRATOR

                    I don't want to even think about

                    losing a parent, but since we were

                    never close I know I'll get over

                    it, but not so with my grandmother.

                    When she passes I'll be nearly

                    inconsolable, so much so that I'd

                    be hard pressed to even work at the

                    club while I'm grieving her

                    loss...but hopefully I'll have

                    moved on from the club by then. Not

                    working at the club still seems

                    like a dream I haven't actually had

                    yet, but life has a way of changing

                    quickly just when you think things

                    will drag on exactly the same

                    forever and ever.


          INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT


          It's another down FRIDAY at the club. Amy services several

          clients, but on the drive home begins to crash and needs

          three days off to recover from the stress of the holidays.

          To get back to her earning ways, Amy accepts of working

          lunch date.


          EXT. DOWNTOWN RACINE SHOPS


          During the lunch date Amy peruses the local shops while

          LunchGuy has a business meeting.


                              NARRATOR

                    I don't even know why I come in on

                    Fridays, not many girls so I'm on

                    and off the stage too much

                    interrupting any VIP triage I might

                    have going on. But as luck would

                    have it one of my regulars,

                    OlympianMan, came in. Normally I'm

                    rushed with him so since it was a

                    slow Friday I was able to take

                    extra time with him, we talked, did

                    some dances, had lunch and I sent

                    him on his way. As he left

                    TeddybearMan walked in. And yes, he

                    reminds me of a child's cuddly

                    teddy bear all covered in crushed

                    brown fur. And to support that

                    impression he's usually wearing a

                    bulky fuzzy sweater! With huge arms

                    and facial hair he gives the best

                    bear hugs ever. My workday over,

                    heading home it began to snow and I

                    began to crash...apparently the

                    demands of the holidays finally

                    caught up with me and I was out of

                    it for three days. For years and

                    years I'd never gone three days

                    without earning some serious money.

                    Feeling the tension, I welcomed a

                    text from LunchGuy to spend some

                    time with him outside of the club.

                    Feeling well enough to peruse some

                    of the quaint downtown shops, which

                    I did, buying a few gifts for

                    LunchGuy. We have a complicated,

                    layered relationship and it only

                    works because he genuinely loves me

                    and more importantly respects me

                    and the boundaries have had to set

                    with him and all my clients.


          INT. AMY'S COSMETOLOGIST OFFICE


          Amy gets a call from her COSMETOLOGIST canceling her

          appointment for a wax, citing a medical issue with Amy's

          cosmetologist and BEST FRIEND. She calls her private number

          right away.


                              AMY

                    What's wrong?


                              NARRATOR

                    I'd asked the question but was

                    petrified with fear over the answer

                    I did not want to hear.


                              COSMETOLOGIST

                    My mother's with me...I'm in the ER

                    dealing with some stomach pains.


                              AMY

                    Okay...okay...but please text me,

                    call me, just let me know what's

                    going on.


                              NARRATOR

                    Managing for the time being, I

                    forced myself to get on with my

                    day, but a few hours later I got

                    the text I was dreading.


                              COSMETOLOGIST

                    My cancer is back...its now in my

                    liver.


                              NARRATOR

                    I knew she'd had a bout with breast

                    cancer, but after successful

                    treatments was hopeful for a

                    long-term cure. I was stunned, had

                    to look away from the text, but

                    still broke down. I finally wiped

                    my eyes, blew my nose, took a deep

                    breath and gulped the remaining

                    tears away. My closest and dearest

                    friend, if she dies it would be the

                    third person I've loved and lost to

                    cancer. Strong and always

                    optimistic, if anyone she could

                    beat the Grim Reaper. My man,

                    always there for me, had a

                    suggestion that gave me a sense of

                    something I might do to help.


                              AMY'S MAN

                    You know, if she's up for it maybe

                    the two of you could take another

                    trip, get away together, relax, on

                    me...just in case, well, you

                    know...


          Amy hugs her man and starts feverishly CLEANING her house,

          bites into a candy bar, and chips another TOOTH, soaks in a

          hot tub,


                              NARRATOR

                    I thanked him, but was in an

                    emotional black hole. All I could

                    think to do was clean. Five hours

                    later, spent, I was able to calm

                    down. Then, after biting into a

                    candy bar something broke loose

                    from one of my teeth...yes, folks,

                    I chipped another fucking tooth.

                    Trying not to dwell on the

                    impossibly sad situation, I soaked

                    in a hot tub and watched some 30

                    Rock, and prepared myself to go and

                    visit her tomorrow.


          INT. AMY'S COSMETOLOGIST HOME


          Amy, arms full of GIFTS and groceries, heads for the front

          door and is let in. After a long hug, Amy presents her

          gifts. Life goes on and the State's favorite team, the Green

          Bay Packers were in the midst of a heated playoff game.


                              NARRATOR

                    She began sharing the hard, cold

                    facts about her deteriorating

                    condition. No time like the

                    present, I spoke right up.


                              AMY

                    Look, if you're up to it in between

                    treatments let's get out of Dodge.


          She just looks a bewildered stare at Amy


                              AMY

                    Yeah...my man said he'd pay, spend

                    a week just relaxing. I know you're

                    not going to be yourself, but

                    that's not a problem.


                              COSMETOLOGIST

                    You know, that just might be really

                    nice.


                              AMY

                    Great...great...so I'll start

                    making plans and let's keep in

                    touch.


                              COSMETOLOGIST

                    I will, dear...okay...


                              AMY

                    Love you so much...


          Amy hugs her dear friend and walks out the door. Driving

          home Amy remembers others lost to CANCER. Her once strong,

          confident GRANDFATHER withering away in a hospital bed.


                              NARRATOR

                    I lost my mom's dad to bone cancer.

                    It took him five grueling years to

                    pass. He had been a strong,

                    vigorous man, ex military. The

                    second was a close Witness friend,

                    another big man with lots of

                    attitude. A nasty melanoma got him

                    and in less than a year he was

                    gone. He'd been 300 pounds or so

                    and ended up being unrecognizable.

                    The weekend over, it was time to

                    get back to work.


          INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT


          Amy enters the club, DRESSES, and heads for her spot at the

          bar, MCDONALD'S bag in hand.


                              NARRATOR

                    In my line of work I often tread a

                    fine line, yes my clients

                    appreciated the personal

                    conversations we have, but at times

                    like this I have to be careful not

                    dump my burdens on their

                    shoulders...they come to the club

                    to forget their troubles for a few

                    hours. I'd picked up a McDonald's

                    so right there I knew I was

                    stressed. The week went well, made

                    some decent money, but the weekend

                    was looming large as I was planning

                    to visit my parents and begin the

                    process of bailing them out of

                    their financial problems. I'd

                    reached out to my aunt, let her

                    know I was coming up, she called my

                    parents.


                              AMY'S MOTHER

                    Amy, dear, the weather is supposed

                    to be bad this weekend, why don't

                    you just send us a check.


                              NARRATOR

                    I thought I'd made it clear that

                    wasn't going to happen. I was

                    infuriated. Once again they were

                    putting me off, just like they'd

                    been doing my entire fucking life,

                    just like they'd been putting off

                    dealing with their financial

                    shit-storm woes and now I have to

                    step in and clean up their fucking

                    mess. I'd arrived at the club early

                    enough to manage all these

                    conflicting emotions while still

                    preparing myself to serve the needs

                    of my clients. Things go better

                    when I treat my club gig as a

                    regular job...because it is my

                    regular motherfucking goddamned

                    job! But I'm stressed, I'm upset,

                    I'm angry...I call and find out my

                    cosmetologist best friend has had

                    her first chemo treatment. The club

                    starts to come to life as more

                    dancers arrive and slowly take up

                    their spots around the bar. Just

                    then the bartender notices me.


                              BARTENDER

                    So, what's up...you never eat like

                    this?


                              AMY

                    Don't start...my days sucks already

                    and this new year has been anything

                    but good.


                              NARRATOR

                    When people are pissed they chew

                    fast, for me that meant eating four

                    French fries at a fucking time and

                    finishing off the fish in five

                    bites. When I'd just about finished

                    my boss walks over.


                              AMY'S CLUB BOSS

                    You shouldn't be eating that stuff,

                    not good for you, too much sugar

                    and salt.


                              AMY

                    Yeah...I know.


                              AMY'S CLUB BOSS

                    How are you?


                              AMY

                    Shitty...


                              AMY'S BOSS

                    Oh no...I suspected as much. What's

                    wrong?


                              AMY

                    I don't want to go there, I'll just

                    get all upset.


                              AMY'S CLUB BOSS

                    What is it?


                              NARRATOR

                    He was approaching me like a

                    father-figure, so I laid out my sad

                    story of how my parents squandered

                    their financial resources and that

                    now I had to bail them out of the

                    mess they made for themselves. An

                    experienced businessman, he had

                    some useful advice.


                              AMY'S CLUB BOSS

                    Well, this is the sort of thing

                    bankruptcy was designed for. If you

                    want I've got lawyers on retainer

                    you could talk to...whatever you

                    need I'm here for you.


                              AMY

                    That's so thoughtful...thank you.


                              AMY'S CLUB BOSS

                    I know you make a lot of money

                    around here, but you also make a

                    lot of money for the club.


          After Amy gets done speaking with her boss, LUNCHGUY texts

          her, offering to come in. While waiting for him two other

          regulars come in and Amy has to manage servicing them both.


                              NARRATOR

                    I couldn't believe he had my back

                    like that, and offering me that

                    kind of help without expecting any

                    sexual favors. All this went down

                    before even a single customer had

                    walked into the club. After

                    clearing my head I began texting

                    some of my regulars beginning with

                    LunchGuy. Although he hadn't come

                    into the club in over two years

                    knowing I was hurting he offered to

                    stop in. While waiting to see who

                    might show up, this adorable little

                    old man brings me an early

                    Valentine's present, perfume in a

                    pretty red bag featuring a crimson

                    heart. I was on a roll when another

                    regular, AccidentalTerrorist

                    stopped in looking for me wanting

                    to tell me a story. I wasn't sure

                    if I was in the mood to deal with

                    his bipolar bullshit, but decided

                    to risk it and sat down to chat

                    with him. After doing some dances

                    with another customer, I returned

                    to sit with AccidentalTerrorist who

                    was pissed that I hadn't focused my

                    time on him and decided to piss me

                    off by going to sit with another

                    dancer. Not sure how to handle

                    this, I looked up and there was

                    another regular, SweetheartMan.


                              SWEETHEARTMAN

                    Surprise!


                              NARRATOR

                    Whether he spends money on me or

                    not I just love being around him

                    while soaking in his constant

                    stream of compliments. Noticing

                    that AccidentalTerrorist was

                    getting up to leave I excused

                    myself, headed over to him, and

                    gave him a hug.


                              AMY

                    You have to go?


                              ACCIDENTALTERRORIST

                    Yeah, you're busy and I just got a

                    call from my secretary...they need

                    be back at the office.


                              AMY

                    I'm sorry I was so busy but you'll

                    tell me your story next time,

                    right?


                              ACCIDENTALTERRORIST

                    Yeah...sure...


                              NARRATOR

                    I sensed he'd loosened up so I

                    think we left on decent terms. When

                    I hugged him goodbye I tried to

                    pass on the impression that damn it

                    you're not going to be mad at me

                    for doing my job, cranky old man. I

                    often build genuine emotional

                    attachments to many of the people

                    at the club, regularly spend hours

                    listening to all of their problems.

                    That's my job, not theirs so when I

                    feel the need to vent and they

                    laugh it off, like lemon juice in a

                    fresh paper cut...it stings. At

                    times like that, though, I know I

                    have my man waiting for me at

                    home...someone I can always count

                    on for the support I need to carry

                    on, and with the weekend coming up,

                    I'm going to need him more than

                    ever.


          EXT. AMY DRIVING UP NORTH - DAY


          Car packed for a weekend getaway in order to take some

          serious steps toward helping her parents, Amy and her man

          driving up north to help her parents and stay at his

          family's cabin. Amy ends her day at the club and they hit

          the ROAD.


                              NARRATOR

                    We're heading up north to hash out

                    all the details with my parents. My

                    man cared enough to arrange

                    everything and take off work so he

                    could be with me. We'll be staying

                    at his family's cabin. His mother

                    will be there, without her

                    daughter, someone I can't stand.

                    I'm looking forward to just hanging

                    out.


          INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT


          Before leaving for up north Amy finishes up a day shirt at

          the club by speaking to HOUSEMOM.


                              NARRATOR

                    After asking HouseMom for

                    permission to leave she spoke to

                    me.


                              HOUSEMOM

                    Sure...sure...get going...don't

                    worry now, everything's going to

                    work out. Honestly, you're one of

                    the best things that's ever

                    happened to this club. You're

                    really important to a lot of people

                    and you're really important to me.


                              NARRATOR

                    God...I almost started crying, I

                    didn't, but almost. I reached out

                    and squeezed her hand.


                              AMY

                    Mom...I can't tell you how much you

                    mean to me. You listen to all my

                    bullshit and it helps get me

                    through the tough days, keeps me

                    sane in this sometimes mad house!


                              NARRATOR

                    So, we had a moment...and as I

                    start thinking seriously about life

                    after the club, she's the one

                    person I'm going to miss. Some of

                    us really do get close at the club.

                    HouseMom's nickname for me is

                    AmyJean and one the bouncers calls

                    me Miss Amy. I will definitely stay

                    in touch with some of them after I

                    leave.


          INT. GROCERY STORE - EVENING


          Amy leaves the club after talking with HOUSEMOM and has a

          thing for a CHECKOUT BOY.


                              NARRATOR

                    Heading home I stop for groceries,

                    shuffle around just to blow off

                    some unspent club steam, pick up

                    things to bring up north, and

                    settle into a long checkout line.

                    When a second checkout lane opens

                    up I move right over and notice the

                    young, charming, tall, dar, and

                    Robert Pattinson handsome thing

                    manning the cash register. Heading

                    toward him I'm thinking, really, am

                    I this lucky? As I approached he

                    smiled while ringing everything up.


                              AMY

                    Thank you...


                              NARRATOR

                    I'm thinking...damn, you're cute.


                              CHECKOUT BOY

                    No...thank you.


                              NARRATOR

                    And he's thinking...Hello foxy

                    lady!


                              NARRATOR

                    ...I guess I've still got it...


          EXT. AMY DRIVING HOME - EVENING


          Amy leaves the grocery store and looks at her PHONE, knowing

          she is going to call her FRIEND who is very sick.


                              NARRATOR

                    Driving home I quickly lost the

                    buzz from my little flirtation when

                    realizing I'd soon be calling to

                    see how my friend's chemo went, and

                    as if that wasn't bad enough, then,

                    I'd be on the phone with my

                    grandmother, confirming I'd be

                    coming up to sort out the family's

                    financial problems.


          


          THE END OF LIMITED TV SERIES EPISODE 04


          

                    


          


                              


          


                              


          


          


                              


                              


                              


                              


                              


                              


                              


          

                    

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