(BEEPING)
STEPHEN: Why don't you come on in, have a seat?
- BRENT: Okay. Here? - Perfect, yeah.
I'm just gonna adjust a couple of things here.
Beautiful. Okay.
- Oh, yeah. - Is this better?
- Oh, that's great. - Okay.
That's great. Alright.
Here we are, introducing our new boy
all the way from sunny San Diego, California.
Welcome, Brent Corrigan.
Hey.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yeah. Tell us a little bit about yourself. Uh, how old are you?
- Eighteen. - Eighteen?
I had to double check that ID a couple of times, didn't I?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
(DOOR SHUTS)
- You in college? - Uh, no. Um...
I... I wanna be.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- And what would you study? - Film.
Really? Huh, interesting.
So you'd like to be on this side of the lens, huh?
- Yeah. - Sean!
Hey, you are finally here, in the flesh.
Yeah.
- You look... uh, you look great. - Thanks. You look good, too.
No, no. I'm... uh, I'm an old man.
- Old men can look good, too. - Yeah.
- Let's go. - Okay.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(SEAN CHUCKLES)
You like Chopin?
Uh...
I'm not sure. (CHUCKLES)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
Why don't you tell us about your first time? Uh, you know, what was that like?
Um... (CHUCKLES)
I was young, um, 15.
Hm. Who was he?
My friend's older brother.
- How old? - (CHUCKLES)
Twenty five.
Alright, the fridge is stocked, pantry, too.
Take whatever you want, whenever.
I've got sandwich meat, string cheese, juices.
- Cool. - Cheers.
Let's loosen things up a little bit and, uh, take off some of those clothes.
- Okay. - Alright.
Show the Cobra fans what they really wanna see. (SIGHS)
Hm. There we go.
Nice and slim.
Beautiful. Look at that body.
Wanna see it?
Yeah.
Show me that cock.
(PANTING)
(MOANING)
That's it. Oh, yeah. They're gonna love you.
- They are gonna love you. - (BRENT MOANING)
Oh, yeah.
(CRICKETS CREAKING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
You, uh, have everything you need?
- Yeah. Thanks. - Great.
Uh, you're gonna sleep in here tonight?
- Yeah. - Good. No. Absolutely.
I have, uh, some errands that I have to run in the morning
but I will come back and I will take to you brunch. Okay?
Sure. Thanks.
Sleep well.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey.
How was I?
(CHUCKLES)
- Amazing. - You can be honest.
You have something very, very special.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS)
Okay.
Hm.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(PANTING)
(MOANING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Very nice.
- Everybody smile. - (CAMERA CLICKS)
Alright. Come on. How come you're not smiling?
What's the matter? This isn't fun? Come on! Come on. This is fun!
I just need a couple of more shots, okay?
And then we're gonna get some ice cream and then you guys just keep smiling.
Perfect. That's great. That's great. We'll get some ice cream. Very nice.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
Here you go. Just like Mom used to make.
- Thank you. - Oh.
- What's this? - It's for the pictures.
No, no, no.
Come on, it's your job. I'm a customer. I wanna pay.
- Don't be silly. - I insist.
I refuse.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(SNIFFLES)
Okay, only if you take Kathy out.
What? No. I told you that's not gonna happen.
Oh, come on. Don't say you're not interested. You haven't even met her.
- I saw her picture. I'm not interested. - (SIGHS)
I can take care of my own love life very well.
Thank you very, very much, though. I really appreciate it.
You are so stubborn.
Well, it seems to run in the family, doesn't it?
Devastation from Louisiana.
One by one, survivors of Hurricane Katrina are being...
Frankly, the Bush administration should be ashamed.
Horses have helped humans so much over the years to reach our full potential.
Back on Fania's farm, Matinee and Gloria,
retired show horses have become absolutely inseparable.
It's just beautiful to see these graceful creatures roam free.
- STEPHEN: To Brent Corrigan. - (GLASSES CLINKING)
(CHUCKLES)
Where'd you come up with that name anyway? It's great.
- I flipped through a phone book. - (LAUGHS)
Well, Brent...
this is just the beginning for you.
I have a feeling.
You know, you're not such a big, bad cobra after all.
What's that supposed to mean?
Online...
you're... King Cobra.
(SIGHS)
I noticed that, uh, Brent...
isn't as sweet and shy as Sean.
It's fun to play with who we are, don't you think?
- Yeah. - Hm.
(SIGHS)
Speaking of which...
any interest in going again?
Maybe do a sex scene this time?
Maybe I should get back to San Diego.
San Diego? For what? You live on your mother's couch.
Your retail job pays you what? Ten bucks an hour?
- $7.25. - Oh.
They're taking advantage of you. You're wasting your time, your talent.
You deserve so much more. You deserve to realize your full, true potential.
I can pay you $1000 for the next video
if you're willing to go all the way, that is.
Just a little something to show my appreciation.
This is awesome! Thank you.
Promise me that you will take the day and think about it, okay?
Okay.
Wonderful.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
- WOMAN: Hello? - Hi, Mom.
- Hey, how are you? - I'm good.
That's cool.
How's your trip going? What are they teaching you?
Oh... they're teaching me about... like, lighting and sound
and how to work the camera.
I got to actually sit in the editing room for, like, ten minutes today.
- Oh, that's so cool. - Yeah.
(SIGHS)
I'll see you next week. Sunday?
Actually, I found out today
I'm the only intern they're asking to stay.
Ooh. Wow, that... for how long?
For, you know, a... a few weeks.
Maybe even the rest of the summer.
- Okay. - If that's cool with you.
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
- Hey. - Hey.
- What are you doin'? - Homework.
- That sucks. - Yeah.
This book doesn't even make any sense.
Maybe you should take a break.
What do you mean?
My girlfriend's out of town. That's what I mean.
I've never done this before.
It's okay. I'll show you how.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(MOANING)
(BRENT MOANING)
How you doin'?
Have you heard of this guy, Brent Corrigan?
His videos are selling like hotcakes.
How do hotcakes sell?
Fast, very fast...
because they're so warm and delicious.
He's got nothin' on you, baby.
- Just wait till I make you a star. - Then I can get my new car?
- A Viper, red. - (CHUCKLES)
There's my boy.
That's what I like. Hungry like Daddy, huh?
We just gotta save up a little bit more money.
So you gotta be extra nice to your clients, alright?
Who's daddy's little piggy bank? Hm?
- Joe. - Who's daddy's little piggy bank?
Where's my little piggy bank?
(LAUGHS)
Oh! There's the piggy. There's the piggy.
Where's my piggy? Where's my piggy?
Where's my piggy?
Come on.
Work out like a man!
- Don't be a little bitch, Harlow! - Yes, sir!
- No little bitches! - No little bitches!
- No little bitches. - No little bitches!
- No little bitches!
- No little bitches. - (WHIRRING)
Wow.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(LAUGHS)
Stop. Stop. Stop.
You know how much I love my tan lines.
- Are you gonna behave tonight? - Yes.
No passionate kissing and no...
- No anal. - ...anal.
What?
Oh, fuck.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Ah, fuck!
(SNIFFING)
(SIGHS)
Shaney, come on.
Don't you want these shrimpies? Come on.
- Hoo! - Yeah.
- Come on, get these shrimpies. - Oh.
Smell good, huh? Yeah.
(MOANING)
- (LAUGHS) - (MOANING)
I ran a mile for you.
Tell me again about the navy.
So many sweaty, horny men.
- Orgies? - Hm, I wish.
But the military is a straight man's world. That is just the way it is.
(SNIFFING)
Do you love me the way you love Joe?
Of course I do, baby.
- I wish I saved you like he did. - Hm...
you know, he doesn't like it when I talk to clients about our personal life.
I'll get off faster.
Just tell me again about the navy.
(SIGHS)
Alright.
Well, I thought that was who I was supposed to be but I was wrong.
And Joe helped me get honorary discharge for being a fag.
A what?
- A faggot. - (MOANING)
There you go.
That was a huge load.
- You've been saving up for me, huh? - Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
See you next week.
Come on. I'll walk you out.
(DOOR OPENS)
SHANEY: Thank you.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Hey.
You promised me you were gonna be good.
I was good.
I saw the way you kissed him.
- The way he was looking at you. - (CHUCKLES)
It's a role, I mean, that was a role that I was playing for him.
- I mean, it's business. - You think this means anything to me!
You're more important to me than any fucking amount of money! Do you understand that?
Fuck! What the fuck? You wanted me to do this.
You, you got me into this! (SOBBING)
Fuck!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I'm sorry.
It's just...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I used to get booked.
- Fuck. - Now nobody wants me.
- They just want you. - Are you kidding me?
- They just want you. - They're all fuckin', dirty old men, okay?
You think I fucking care? They don't fucking mean anything to me.
The first time I met you...
(SIGHS)
...I said I wanted you to make me jealous.
Well, I guess I got my fucking wish.
Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You're the only one I've ever loved.
You know, it's the same thing for me. Look.
You're the only one ever.
- I love you so fucking much. I go crazy. - I love you, too.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(MOANING)
BRENT: Where's the Kiehl's counter? I need some products.
I think you've shopped enough.
Please? Come on.
Don't you want me to stay looking young?
Okay. Okay. Fine.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
STEPHEN: How was your mani-pedi?
BRENT: I don't know. I've had better.
STEPHEN: Oh.
(POP MUSIC)
You still reading about yourself? Obsess much?
If one more fan dedicates a blog to me, I will just die.
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
So, um...
I think I wanna take the Vegas gig.
They wanna pay me five grand just to, like, sit and sign DVDs.
No. No. No. They'll just paw at you and annoy you.
If they wanna see you, they can just buy the videos.
Please? Pretty please?
(CHUCKLES)
- We'll see. - That's what you said about horseback riding.
I wanna ride a horse.
I thought you wanted to learn how to make movies.
- I do. - Okay. Well...
- Here's the record button. - I know.
- Here's the zoom and the mount, right? - I know.
- And this is a very... - I know. I've seen you do it enough.
Well, you don't know about auto focus and white balance. All those things.
Oh, I don't? Let's find out.
- And action. - No. No, what are you doing?
No. Stop! Please.
And here we have King Cobra, porn producer.
Whose neighbors have no idea what goes on here in this cookie-cutter community.
Stop it. (CHUCKLES)
- Tell me about your first time. - No, look. I'm a behind-the-camera guy.
- Alright? - Please?
- You really wanna know? - Yeah.
(LAUGHS)
Alright. I was in college. I know, late bloomer.
(SIGHS) I used to go out with my buddies every night
my best friends, and they were always trying to hook me up with girls
and I'd find some way to mess it up.
(SIGHS) I was terrified to tell them the truth.
Well, we, uh, we go to this house party and there's this guy that I've seen before
even had some classes with and...
I look over and he's staring right at me.
I'm thinking, no way. I mean, he's so cute.
So we, uh, we sneak out of the party.
He takes me back to his place and we have sex.
Well, that's fucking amazing.
I felt free.
But somebody saw us leaving and told my friends about it.
They couldn't believe it so...
they come over, barge right in,
see us both laying there in bed together.
They disappeared after that.
So a few years ago...
I decided to just do what I love.
Even if people despise it, think it's dirty, trashy.
I don't give a fuck. (CHUCKLES)
Same goes for who I'm attracted to.
People think I'm a dirty old man for liking boys who look like you.
Fuck 'em. Hm.
(SIGHS)
You have no idea how lucky you are.
Be so confident at such a young age.
You have the Internet, so you never have to feel alone.
I just feel like I'm making up for lost time. It's fucking depressing.
Hey.
(SIGHS)
Seanny... (BREATHING HEAVILY)
...please just make me feel wanted.
(MOANING)
(CRICKETS CREAKING)
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
WOMAN: Excuse me.
I'm your neighbor. We haven't really met yet. I live next door.
- Mm-hmm. - Well...
- How old are you? - Eighteen. Why?
Well, um, I've just seen a lot of young boys coming and going from the house.
I didn't know if they're your friends or his friends or...
He makes gay porn.
(DOOR OPENS)
Ah! Pretty princess finally decided to show up for work.
Let's go!
So sorry. I didn't realize you were here.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
- Brent. - Mikey.
Sean, what are you wearing? Those are too flashy.
You don't know what Brent likes.
- I think it looks cool. - Thanks.
- You have the tape recording, right? - Yes.
Good. I need to emote what I'm thinking.
Okay.
Action.
Eighteen years old, I'm stuck in the suburbs cleaning this pool all day for my cousin.
I guess I should be grateful for this job.
Pool boy. Sure is nice out.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I took a dip.
Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?
The water looked nice. I wanted to get wet.
You have to finish your chores first.
Come here.
You just bought yourself another chore, boy.
- Mm... - (INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
Okay, cut!
I said cut!
Come on. We're on a schedule. We gotta move inside.
(CHUCKLES)
Sorry.
(GUNSHOTS)
Alright. Would you please turn it down? I'm tryin' to work.
- What? - Turn it down!
If it's too loud, you're too old.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) - (VIDEO GAME TURNS OFF)
(SIGHS)
Don't you have to go home?
No.
(VIDEO GAME TURNS ON)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON VIDEO)
(MOANING)
- (SIGHS) - (BRENT MOANING)
(GRUNTS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
So what's your deal?
You, like, live here or something?
Yeah. I mean, temporarily.
Why don't you get your own place?
- I don't make that much money. - You're a porn star.
What are you doing with this fucking guy?
I don't know. I mean...
He takes care of me and...
he makes my videos.
I'll take care of you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- And I'm gonna kidnap you tonight. - No, you're not.
- Yeah, I am. - No, I can't.
- I'm gonna kidnap you. - No, you're not. Just don't.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Nice ride. You must be Jagger.
Yeah. Theo told me to hurry up.
Good thing this Viper's fast.
Hop in.
Now get down on your knees and suck my big cock.
What the fuck are you guys doing?
Take off your clothes or I'll cut you, too.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What are you guys doing?
- I wanna play. - Expanding the site.
- Blowin' up, baby. - Cool.
Guess whose videos are by far the most viewed?
Who's daddy's little star? Sorry, I mean, big fucking star.
I'm not as big of a star as Brent.
- Who? - Brent Corrigan.
What, have you been living under a porn rock?
Harlow, you'll be so much bigger than that fucking twink.
You wanna know a thing about twinks?
With a twink, you blink, and they're a fucking twunk. Okay?
Washed up. You? You're a fucking man.
You got everything, baby. Fucking twink.
- Yeah, fuck that twink. - Fuck that twink.
Fuck that twink. (CHUCKLES)
(SQUEAKING)
Are you fucking the new assistant?
What? Oh, God, no.
Alright.
Just checking.
Baby...
it is so hot that you'd rather kill me than let someone else have me.
Will you prove to me how much you like it?
- Yeah. Fuck, yeah. - Yeah.
- Oh, you like that? - Fuck, yeah. Fuck that ass!
- Fuck that asshole! - You like that big dick?
Fuck, yeah. Fuck yes!
- You fucking like that? - Give me that dick!
(GRUNTS)
Big dick's mine! Fuck!
(SIGHS)
Did a little shopping today.
- Ain't she a beauty? - Uh...
You already have a silver convertible.
This is a Maserati.
(POP MUSIC)
(ENGINE REVVING)
Oh, yes! Love it! (GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
Hm. Hm.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
We need to talk.
About what?
How much I make.
- That sounds fair. - Hm.
You've been working very, very hard.
Why don't we bump you up to $1500 for the next video?
- Ten thousand. - (COUGHS)
Pardon me?
Ten thousand.
Where is this coming from?
You make a lot of money off these videos and it's 'cause of me.
It's because of us.
I produce, direct, cast, edit. There's a lot of overhead that goes into this business.
There's distribution, there's... there's taking care of you.
(SIGHS)
Two thousand for the next video, and that's absolutely final.
- I don't think that's fair. - You don't know what I make.
You just bought a fucking Maserati, Stephen. Do you think I'm an idiot?
Oh. I see what this is.
You think I only spoil myself.
Well...
get ready to feel like a real idiot for bringing this up today.
Happy birthday.
(SIGHS)
(STEPHEN SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Hm.
Twenty five hundred for the next video
and I suggest you take it,
because according to the contract that you signed
I don't have to give you a raise until we make five more videos.
- Read before you sign, darling. - (SCOFFS)
You know what?
I'm only gonna give it to you under one condition.
What condition?
You have to tell me that I fucked you better than your little boy-toy, Mikey.
- Oh, Jesus. - Say it.
Say, "I fucked you better than he did."
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You fucked me better than he did.
Happy?
Thank you.
(WATER GURGLING)
There's a good boy.
Keep things nice and clean.
I have to go out and run some errands. Do not go outside, okay?
The neighbors gossip enough.
(SIGHS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(DRAWER CREAKING)
(SIGHS)
(DRAWER SHUTS)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Leave the money on the dresser and come get comfortable.
That's a good start.
(BED CREAKING)
- Cut. Cut. - What...
- I'm sorry. Can we... can we just cut? - Okay, cut.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah, I just need a second.
Harlow?
- Just take five. - Yeah.
- (WHEELS RATTLING) - (SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
What's this? Where are you going?
Home.
- Hey, what's wrong, baby? - Nothing.
- No, don't do that. Tell me. - Nothing.
Tell me. What's wrong? Just tell me.
What's wrong? What's wrong? Huh? What's wrong?
It's just that he...
- he reminded me of him. - Oh.
(SOBBING)
The way he look... looked at me,
they way... the way he touched me when I was younger. I...
You know, you have to come back, right? You signed a contract.
- Fuck your contract. - Excuse me?
- I'm not your fucking property. - Alright, fine! Get out of here.
Go back to your mother and your shit job. You'll come crawling back!
You think I can't get my own work? I have a name.
No! You are Sean Nobody.
I created Brent. I'm the one who made the investments.
- I'm not losing you to anybody. - Fuck you!
You walk out that door, I'll tell your mother exactly what you've been doing.
I'll tell her that you're a whore!
Sean. Sean. Please, listen, please. I'm sorry!
- It's fine. - (SOBBING)
Listen to me.
Your stepdad is never gonna hurt you again.
I'm here now, okay?
No one...
no one is ever gonna do that to you again.
Okay?
(SOBBING)
Just you and me. Just you and me.
Fuck.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BEEPING)
(PANTING)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(CLAMORING)
- My Viper. - MAN: Do it.
- Hey. Let it go. - What the fuck are you doing?
- This is my fucking car! - (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Hey, hey, hey.
- What? - Hold it back. Hold it back!
Look, next is pepper spray and after that is the police.
- You're gonna pepper spray me? - Don't make me.
- In my own fucking driveway? - Just doin' our job. Just doin' our job.
You gotta let it go. It's hooked up, alright? Thank you.
- Let's get the fuck out of here. - Check again. If not, we're pulling.
Goddamn it. Fuck!
I don't understand what even happened.
Are they really gonna take my car? It's my fucking baby.
Look, we're just... just a little behind on the bills, that's all.
What do you mean behind on the bills? We make a lot of money, Joe.
I don't wanna change our lifestyle, alright? I want you to be happy.
I don't care about our fucking lifestyle. If we can't pay the fucking bills,
- I won't be happy. - We're gonna be fine. We're fine.
- We're gonna be fine. We'll be fine. - How much do we owe?
How much do we owe?
- Joe, how much do we owe? - Half a million!
Oh, my God.
Fuck them! They're not gonna take your baby. Fuck them!
- No. Joe. Joe, wait. - Fuck them!
- No, Joe. Stop!
- No, Joe! No! Do not... - I'm not giving up our lifestyle.
I'm gonna fucking kill them.
- Who are you gonna... - I don't fucking know!
God!
Get out of my way.
- Get out of the way. Move. Move! - Joe, stop!
Move! Move!
(GROANS)
(SOBS)
Joe. Joe.
Joe, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Joe.
Please don't... please don't cry. Don't be upset.
Come on, Joe, please. I'm sorry.
- We're gonna get through this. - (SOBBING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Mom, I told you I would get the heavy ones.
- Do not treat me like an old woman. - You are an old woman.
- What? - Yup.
I don't see it, Mr. Muscle man here. What's this, scrawny arms?
- Okay. - You ever heard of a gym?
- Mom! Stop it. - What? You started it.
- I'm so glad you're back. - Me, too.
Mm, look at this place, huh?
- My first apartment was a shit hole. - It's not that nice.
It's got charm, though, and it's not my couch.
Though that will always be available to you.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I am so proud of you.
Eighteen and already on your own.
But you got rent to pay, so get a job.
I told you. I know producers here.
- I can get a PA job in, like, a second. - What's a PA job?
- It's like an assistant. - It doesn't sound very promising.
- I'll be fine. I promise. - Okay.
- You look pretty today. Yeah. - Thank you. (LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Ah, Mr. Corrigan. - Hi.
- Good to see you. Good to see you. - Hey, you as well.
Go ahead. Go get fluffed. Have a seat.
Awesome. I'm a real, big fan of yours.
Thank you. I'm a fan of your work as well.
So you want to play with the big boys now, eh?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Well, we want to start playing with you.
Uh, in fact, we can start as early as next week, but, uh...
- Cobra... - Yeah, I don't work for them anymore.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Huh, 'cause that Stephen guy seemed to think
that he still had you under contract as Brent Corrigan.
Oh, well, then, I mean, that works out great 'cause legally my name isn't Brent.
Actually, no, that's a problem, because the performer that we wanna work with
is Brent Corrigan and not a newcomer.
I mean, hey, if you want to change your name and then and start all over again,
that's fine as a newcomer but, you know, I have a lot of newcomers,
but the deal that we wanted with you is only available to Brent.
I'm sorry, man, but keep in touch.
Very nice. Oh, that's good.
That is good. Don't be shy. Take those shorts off. Let's get comfortable.
Okay, now put your hand behind your head.
Yeah, that's good. (SIGHS)
You are gonna be a big star. I have a feeling.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Pardon me.
Oh.
Brent!
- So nice to hear from you. - What the fuck is going on?
You can't stop me from using my name.
I already have because it's my name.
- I trademarked it. - What?
Throw that name around all you want. My lawyers will shut you down every time.
Brent Corrigan is synonymous with Cobra. You leaving fucked me!
Yeah, but if I stayed I would have been fucking myself.
Brent Fucks Himself. Good title for a video. Shall we collaborate?
- I was 17 when we met. - What?
I was underage for those first Cobra videos.
- That's bullshit. I have a copy of your ID. - Yeah, well, check it again. It's fake.
If you don't give me my name back
I'll tell everybody you made kiddie porn.
Wait. Listen. We both know that you would never do that.
The news would ruin you just as much as it would me.
Yeah, it might ruin my career...
but it'll ruin your life.
And I'd rather watch you go down than ever make porn again.
Sean, you're the one who lied.
So give it your best shot, you little shit.
(POP MUSIC)
(HELICOPTER DRONING)
STEPHEN: Listen, you don't understand. They're... they're taking all of my stuff.
They're taking my computer. You know, these are my personal things.
- This is private, private stuff. - Sir, I need you to step outside.
I'm in the middle of... Okay, fine. Fine. I'll call you back.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Like, just, like, please don't tell my mom.
(SIGHS)
Fuck.
MAN: Mr. Corrigan. I was so looking forward to work with you.
I spoke to my investor and it's not gonna happen.
Why? I mean, I'm... I'm 18 now.
Oh, you kind of made the industry look
a little bad with the whole underage thing.
People are pissed at you, you know? I'm not.
I think what you did was fucking hot,
but it's a no-go.
Stephen.
Pedophile.
- What? - Pedophile.
(SCOFFS)
Traci Lords. She bounced back after her underage scandal.
Alright? Just give it time. Give it time.
Lorenzo!
So what's gonna happen? Are you gonna go to jail?
- No. - No?
No. I'm not going to jail. No, I have proof that he lied, okay?
He's the little shit who should be going to jail.
- He's a kid. - (SIGHS)
Ah! I can't believe it!
Can you at least appreciate that I'm telling you myself?
- I would have found out anyway. - How? Do you watch gay porn?
Sean!
Oh, my God, I can't believe I fell for this paid internship bullshit.
- Who the hell gets paid to be an intern? - I'm sorry.
What about that parental release I signed?
I faked it.
- Oh, my God. The lies. - I'm sorry.
I just... I don't understand. You're so talented. What happened to you?
And how did you get involved with pornography?
There's no way that you could understand.
You live in this safe, little bubble with your little family...
- You're family. You're family. - Everybody has stuff, okay?
Everybody. So don't judge me, alright? I don't judge you. Please, don't judge me.
Sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I'll say it a million more times. I'm sorry.
That won't do anything.
Oh, my God, you were doing porn!
I thought you were learning a trade. A dream of yours, and instead,
you were just being a whore. What is wrong with you, baby?
Since when did I raise somebody to disrespect their body?
It's not like that. It was just a way to get out of here.
There are other ways out.
You could have taken another route.
Maybe... maybe this is what I wanted.
Why?
Maybe I like it.
(SIGHS)
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
Mom, mommy, I'm sorry.
Don't pull that Goody Two-Shoes bullshit on me.
I'm not a fucking idiot.
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (HORSES NEIGHING)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(SNORTING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(GRUNTING)
(POP MUSIC)
MAN: Joe, this is Sean Lockhart.
I got your e-mail.
Let's meet.
Sushi Ota? It's on Mission Drive.
I can meet you there tomorrow night at 8:00.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Joe...
after we make all this money from Brent,
do you think I could get my Viper back?
- Fuck, yes. - Yes.
I'm gonna get you that Viper back.
I'm gonna get you another Viper on top of that.
Fuck, yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Hey. There he is. - Hm.
- Hi. - Hey.
- It's nice to meet you. - You, too.
- Hey. You look great. - Thanks.
- You look really nice, too. - Very good to meet you, Sean.
Alright. Finally. Have a seat.
- So you like this place? - Yeah, it's really nice.
Yeah, this place is really cool, right?
- Yeah, I really like it. - Cool.
Have you seen any of our Viper-Boyz videos?
- Uh, yeah. No, they're cool. - Can I get you some early drink?
Um, yes, will you have the most expensive bottle of Sake?
- I have a great bottle of... - Get me just the most expensive bottle, okay?
The most expensive. Thank you.
Have you, uh, have you seen all of our product...
- He produced all of them. It was me. - Yeah.
Alright, listen. We can... we can chitchat all night
but I just want to get down to the point, alright?
I'm willing to give you $25,000 for one video.
Now, I know that sounds like a lot
but you gotta spend money to make money.
And I believe a video with Harlow and Brent
- is gonna make a shitload of money. - Yeah, it will make so much money.
And people really want to... they'll want to see us fuck.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Harlow. Man, that's a great porn name.
(CHUCKLES)
Thank you. It's my real name.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, I've escorted under so many different names,
um, that I just lost count.
I feel like with porn, I just wanna be myself. You know?
- Yeah. - Finding myself in it.
You're not afraid of your family finding out?
(CHUCKLES)
- Yeah. No, Joe is my family. - Yeah.
I mean, I don't know, I would be a little bit bummed out if your parents found out.
A little bit 'cause they're so cute. They're so sweet. They're, um...
They don't really watch. They would never watch porn.
They're fundamentalist, they're fundamentalist Christians, so...
- That's the worst. - Careful. I used to be one.
- Hm. Joe used to be a youth pastor. - What?
In a different life. A long time ago.
We met in this chat room. He was teaching me how to...
Harlow, come on. Baby, please.
Thank you.
You guys, um, about ready to order? Do you need more time?
Yeah, I think we, uh... we...
Yeah, let... let's get, um...
some blue Toro fin,
uh, with the shaved truffles, the shaved black truffles.
Um, let's get the shrimp tempura roll.
The dragon roll, the rainbow roll.
- You eat all, you can eat all this? - Oh, yeah...
Just get us a big boat of... a bunch of fucking sushi or something.
- Absolutely. Anything else? - Thank you.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
- You wanna help me out? - Oh, yeah.
So...
Fox Ryder would love to take you guys up on your offer.
- I'm sorry. Who? - Fox Ryder. It's my new name.
- I beg your pardon? - Um...
I can't really use the name Brent right now because, uh...
(SIGHS) ...because Cobra trademarked it behind my back.
Well, fuck Cobra. You are Brent Corrigan.
Yeah, but you know, people will know it's me.
I'm Fox. You know, it's good. Don't you think...
No. Fuck that. Fuck. No. No Fox. No fucking Fox.
Right, this is... this is about branding.
You're Brent fucking Corrigan. That's it, alright?
And if you can't use your name then there's no fucking deal.
(SIGHS)
Look, you have to do this video.
We're all gonna get rich.
You know how fucking rich we're gonna get off of this?
And if Stephen is the only one standing in your way...
...then we'll take care of it. Okay?
Seriously.
Great.
Put your money where your mouth is.
Okay.
(GLASSES CLINK)
(WHIRRING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hm.
- Hello? - Stephen, it's Joe.
- The Viper Boyz. - Who?
Joe from Viper Boyz. Surely you've heard of us.
(CHUCKLES) Listen, we're big fans and, uh, we're gonna use Brent in a little thing.
So, uh, I understand that there's a, um, contract thing...
Nobody works with Brent. He's mine.
Alright, well. Come on, I mean...
let's at least discuss an arrangement, right, or an agreement...
You want to come to some sort of agreement? Alright.
- Yeah. - Pay me 80%
- of what you make and we'll talk. - 80%? What the fuck?
- Take it or leave it. - "Take it or leave it?" Fuck you!
Alright? Lookit. You're gonna fucking let Brent go
or I'm gonna kick the fucking shit out of you. How's that?
- How the fuck is that? You fucking faggot! - Who the fuck do you think you are?
- The fucking Viper Boyz! - I've never heard of you.
If you were a real producer, I would have heard of you.
So that means your work is shit.
- What the fuck? - Go fuck yourself. (SCOFFS)
Hello? Hello?
Motherfucker! Motherfucker!
Oh, fuckin'... Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
Okay, I've seen you do it enough.
What are you doing? Stop it.
- Action. - No. Stop. Please.
Here we have King Cobra.
Porn producer...
whose neighbors have no idea...
(SMIRKS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Stephen?
Hey, is that you? How are you?
- Not so great, thanks to you. - (SIGHS)
Listen. I just want to say that I am sorry.
Me, too.
Look, can we try and just...
just put this behind us somehow?
Stephen, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me...
but I just want to be on my own now, okay?
Look, I completely understand
and, uh, I'm sorry for being overbearing.
I think I let my personal feelings get in the way of our business.
I'm gonna call my lawyer. I'll have him draw up a contract
that, uh, will hopefully make the both of us very happy.
That would be great. Thank you.
You really are very special.
I just...
I got scared at the thought of losing you.
You'd better have you're A game on, though.
I'm auditioning someone tonight and I think he's the next Brent.
- Oh, really? - Yeah, he's gorgeous
and, uh, very well hung so don't be jealous.
- I'll try. - Mm...
- Alright, well, I'll talk to you soon. - Alright. Bye.
(SIGHS)
- (CHUCKLES) - (ENGINE REVVING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
- You look great. - Thanks. You do, too.
- And I like your jacket. - I just got it.
- Oh. - Cool vest.
(CHUCKLES) Thanks.
I read about...
that whole, uh, scandal.
You were 17? That's wild.
Yeah. I know. Um, Stephen and I are settling
so things are... things are looking good.
Good.
I'm starting my own site.
I'm gonna write, produce, direct, have control. (LAUGHS)
I thought you wanted to be a filmmaker.
Yeah. I am.
Like, real filmmaking.
I... I mean... I'm figuring things out still. It's...
Anyway I was... I was hoping that, um...
you know, maybe you'd wanna be a part of it.
I would, I would...
but I'm kinda seeing someone right now and...
Oh.
He's not really cool with me
doing that stuff, so...
No offense and no judgment.
Well, that's okay. I understand.
I didn't realize you were dating someone.
Well, it doesn't mean we can't sit down,
have dinner, conversation, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
- Danny. Hello. - Hello.
Welcome to my home.
- Nice neighborhood. - Thank you.
Why don't you come on in? The, uh, studio is downstairs.
- How was your trip? - It was easy.
- Great. - Oh, good.
Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat.
Oh, love this jacket.
- Oh, thanks. It's Diesel. - Hm.
(SIGHS)
Well, you're even sexier than your photos.
Thanks. You know, all of your performers are so hot.
So it's an honor to be considered.
It's my pleasure.
Thank you for reaching out.
I mean, I could use the extra cash and...
I jerk off all the time at home.
- Might as well get paid for it. - That's right. Damn. (CHUCKLES)
You, uh, still...
need to audition for me first.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
Oh, yeah. Oh, beautiful.
(SIGHS)
Oh, my.
That's all you?
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
You're putting your shoes back on?
Yeah, it's part of my look.
Why don't you let me have a look at that ass?
Not yet.
Why don't you take a seat right over here?
Yeah?
(SIGHS)
I got a great ass...
and a big cock.
I know how to use it. I know how to use it.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. - Alright, hey.
Would you be in the scene that we shoot?
No.
Well, then...
...that's not part of the audition.
(SIGHS)
Oh, my God.
Oh, beautiful.
Wow. That is just...
Hey. I said look. Don't touch.
I'm usually the one who calls the shots around here.
Alright, you're usually the one that calls the shots, huh? (LAUGHS)
Tops always secretly want a bottom.
Oh, my God.
(GROANING) Oh, my God.
- Yeah, you like that? - Oh, yes. Right there.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
- You like that? - Oh, yeah.
Oh, that's good.
(STEPHEN PANTING)
Is that what you like to do, huh?
Just touch all these boys whenever you want?
So what if I do?
Who gives a fuck?
(GROANS)
(STEPHEN GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOG BARKING)
Fuck.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Jesus.
Did you have to be so fucking messy?
- Fuck. You did it. - I did it.
For everyone who's ever taken advantage of.
Okay.
Let's get you cleaned up.
And then what? Then what do we do?
Then we'll take whatever we want...
and we'll set the fucking house on fire.
Hey, you did a good job.
- Good job. - (SOBBING)
- Good job, Harlow. - (SOBBING)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
WOMAN: New developments tonight concerning a deadly fire.
It is now a murder investigation.
Police say the man who lived in this home had been stabbed, his throat slashed,
and last night's fire was an attempt to cover up the crime.
We also know that the victim was involved with pornography.
At this point we do not have a specific motive,
uh, but we are definitely interested in his pornography business
and, you know, people who may have been involved with him.
(COUGHING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY, SOBBING)
(WAILING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
WOMAN: You have to understand how this story sounds to an outsider.
Without Stephen in the picture, you're free from his contract.
I know.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
But I had nothing to do with this.
I swear.
Why would I bring myself in here if I did?
Do you have any proof at all that Joe and Harlow did this?
Other than the call and...
Listen, Sean, but we need to place them in the house
and we need to know that you didn't ask them to go there.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON RADIO)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
(DOOR OPENS)
- There he is. - Hey.
- Welcome to our abode. - Cool.
- Come on, Harlow made snacks. - Great. Great place.
Come on in.
- Hey, Sean. - Hey.
- Thank you so much for coming. - Yeah.
- So, um, are you hungry? - No, thanks. I ate before...
I made a cheese plate for you.
We have double-cream Brie and jack cheese, pepper jack cheese
'cause I read that you like pepper jack cheese. Um...
We have smoked Gouda from Portugal.
I sliced some pomegranates in there. They're just for show.
I wanted to kind of emulate, you know,
pulled from the bones of vintage cheesemakers. So, um...
Here, just try a little bit. Please, please, please, for me, for me.
- I worked all day. Come on. - Uh, okay.
I'm, like, addicted to that shit.
- It's good. - It's good, right?
- Yeah. - Let's do the champagne.
- Okay. We're definitely celebrating. - To celebrate, right?
We celebrate all the time but we pull out the really good stuff for you.
(CORK POPS)
- Oh. - Alright.
So, Sean, I've been writing a script. I can't wait for you to read it.
- I know you're gonna love it. - It's great.
It's about... so we have all these really fast cars.
- Yeah. - Tell him what it's called.
It's called "The Fast And The Curious."
- Cool. - That's rad, right?
Yeah, that sounds great.
- Yeah. - Awesome.
- To "The Fast And The Curious." - (ALL LAUGHING)
Man, I cannot wait to direct the shit out of this movie.
- Fuck, yeah. - Hey, photo op, huh?
- Get together with Harlow. - Yeah.
Yeah.
Alright, get in there. (CLEARS THROAT)
That's good.
Alright. Do one with shirts off. Come on.
Give our customers a little tease of what they're getting into here.
I've been working out extra hard for you.
- Thanks. - Feel.
Nice.
Look at that twink. (LAUGHS)
- Alright. - (CAMERA BEEPS)
Hot.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
A little kiss.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Seanny, baby, what's wrong? You gotta loosen up.
I'm sorry. I... I just, I can't concentrate. Um...
Why?
Can we just... you know,
talk about the elephant in the room?
What elephant?
Stephen.
Uh, what about him? He's gone.
I know. Why?
Maybe he pissed off the wrong person.
We were just about to come to an agreement.
- About this? - Yeah.
No. There's no way. No way.
He wasn't gonna fucking budge.
Please, just tell me what happened.
Do you want to talk?
Yes.
Alright. Let's talk.
(WATER GURGLING)
Haven't you guys seen anything online?
You know, people think I'm behind it.
But it's good now.
We'll make the movie and be rich.
Yeah, if you didn't do it, then people will know soon enough.
What do you mean if I didn't do it? You know I didn't do it.
Do I?
We'll know you didn't do it as soon as we shoot our movie.
When you said you'd fix things, I didn't know this is what you meant.
Please. It's exactly what you fucking wanted.
Yeah, I mean, besides it's too late.
It was quick. He never saw it comin'.
You know, it's sick, but seeing that fucker go down...
made me feel so good inside, like... I got revenge.
Revenge on who?
My stepdad. I never told anybody that he used to rape me.
I didn't want to bring shame to my family.
When I finally got the courage
to tell my family that I was gay...
he calls me a fag and he convinces my mom to kick me out of the house.
Anyway, let's not... let's not talk about that shit.
Come on, we're celebrating. I don't care about that shit.
Two tears in the bucket. Motherfuck it.
So we're gonna see you on Sunday?
Yeah, you know, looking forward to it.
And you're gonna be a good boy, right?
Yeah.
Alright.
Good.
(WATER GURGLING)
(CHUCKLES)
Alright.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Thank you. - Thank you.
I'm sorry...
for...
everything you... you went through and...
I'm here for you no matter what, okay?
Thank you.
Aw. What do you want to do? I'll take you anywhere.
I don't know. I actually kind of just want to make dinner
and, like, watch a movie maybe.
- Mm-hmm. Okay. Come on. - Okay.
(DOOR OPENS)
- (BEEPING) - (DOOR SHUTS)
Hey, Joe, do you think in heaven
you can just eat as much as you want and never get full?
Sure. Whatever.
(GROANS)
Hey, Joe.
Do you think Stephen went to heaven or hell?
Heaven.
Really?
You know, I was thinkin'...
maybe we could join my parents sometime at church.
Oh. Whatever you want, baby.
(BEEPING)
Harlow...
what have we done?
Hey. We did what we had to do.
- We had to do. - Okay.
Alright.
- Alright. - (SIRENS BLARING)
Shit! Fuck!
Alright, alright, alright, don't freak out.
Fuck!
- Driver, passenger, let me see your hands! - What do we do?
Listen, listen. No matter what happens, I will never stop loving you, okay?
- Never. I love you. - I love you so fuckin' much.
Driver and passenger, let me see your hands!
Fuck. Joe, put your hands up.
Driver, with your left hand, open the car door.
Step out of the car, turn your back towards me.
(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Harlow! - Joe!
(HORSES NEIGHING)
- Whoa. - Hey.
- What's up?
Goin' for a ride.
(HORSE SNORTING)
(MOANING)
Cut!
Great job. Alright. We got that.
Let's go into a two shot where we wrestle around a little bit on the floor.
Uh, we'll do singles and then a few inserts.
- Copy that. - Great.
- How was I? - Amazing.
- Really? You can tell me the truth. - You did amazing.
Hey, you really got something special.
Good job.
Hey, what about shooting closer to the lake? Maybe lose the tractor?
Actually, I really like the masculinity of the tractor.
- Great. Yes, sir. - Thanks.
Final touches, then we're ready for a run through!
- How's everything look, Brent? - Great. Everything looks perfect.
Actually, uh, can I get a touch up on my ass? Thanks.
Thanks.
Alright. Let's fuck.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)