Throb and The Love Muscle-Page 1

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS ABOVE SUNSET STRIP. NIGHT

A LONE ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLO echoes over The Strip- A Stairway to Heaven-like intro to a heavy metal song.

INT. DRESSING ROOM

A small dressing room at a club on The Strip that’s seen better days. Sparse- a couch, makeup table and chair. On the table is a small pile of cocaine, rolling papers, dope, and Viagra. The guitar riff continues, a little louder but muffled. THROB, former heavy metal god who’s also seen better days, is smoking a joint as he receives a blow job from a stoned, raven haired groupie who has… you got it- seen better days.

THROB

Oh shit!

He pulls out.

GROUPIE #1

What’s the matter baby?

THROB

I gotta be on in a minute…

Throb zips up his pants and tucks in his shirt

GROUPIE #1

But…can’t Johnny play for…

THROB

He’s only good for an hour before he needs a fix. If I don’t get out there now, he won’t be able to…

Throb pulls the groupie up to look her in the eye.

THROB (CONT’D)

Look. Why don’t you go watch the show

and I’ll see you back here after.

Tell Bobby I said drinks are on me.

He kisses her and grabs a sequined vest. The music gets loud as Throb opens and shoots out the door. Pretty quick for a guy his age and girth.

EXT. HALF EMPTY CLUB. SUNSET STRIP

A small stage, three heavy metal has-beens in various stages of disrepair. Throbs on vocals, JOHNNY the zombie/lead guitarist is thrashing away at guitar, and VINNIE the drummer is a half count behind (he’s always a half count behind). Throb is performing sloppily, slurring some words.

THROB

I never want to go down hard, no let me sink in slow.

Never want to be up front, show me the back door.

From your neck to your shoulders, your back on down.

I just want to mess around.

Show me your tramp stamp. Baby baby love your tramp stamp.

INT. DRESSING ROOM.

After the show- a sweating buckets Throb and the groupie have picked up where they left off.

THROB

Oh baby. That’s nice.

The door busts open and LENNY SCHAPIRO, Throbs mid-50’s, schlubby, balding manager shoves his head in and sees what’s going on. Throb, an unlit joint in his mouth, turns his head to towards Lenny, unconcerned.

LENNY

For Fucks sake!

Lenny slams the door. Throb lights the joint and then looks down at the groupie working on his joint.

THROB

Oh yeah baby. Keep going…