Break On Through (Sample)

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               FADE IN:

               EXT.  OLONGAPO RED LIGHT DISTRICT -- SUBIC BAY.  NIGHT.

               Hot.
               Sticky.
               Teeming.

               Anything you want, you can get a taste of here.  It ain't
               Bangkok or Hamburg, but it's close.

               EXT.  CROWDED STREET.  NIGHT.

               THREE SAILORS ON SHORE LEAVE -- flat-topped, thickly
               muscled -- plunge through the prostitutes and hustlers
               plying their trade.

               GARRETT:
               Blond, Aryan.  Tall and lanky.  Perpetual smirk.
               SPEEDBALL:
               Built like a fireplug.  Gymnast arms and thighs.  Dark,
               hyper.
               BRIGGS:
               All-American farmboy.  Imperturbable.

               On their biceps, the terrible visage of Shiva, Hindu Lord
               of Destruction.

               Tatooed beneath, the words:  "Break On Through."

               EXT.  SOUVENIR SHOP.  NIGHT.

               Speedball separates himself from the crew, trots down a
               trash-strewn alley.

               Garrett and Briggs pull up by the doorway.
               Wait for the sidewalk to clear before entering.

               INT.  SOUVENIR SHOP.  NIGHT.

               Cheap touristy stuff.
               Postcards, mugs, fake jewelry.
               Probably been here since John Wayne made it back to
               Bataan.

               Garrett and Briggs brush past the dusty gewgaws.

               They plant themselves on either side of the proprietor,
               TANEGA -- dwarfing the impassive, hawk-nosed Pilipino.

                                        GARRETT
                         I never seen such shit.