(Editor’s note: this got thrown back into the ideas hat as I don’t have the time to work on developing it any further)

A. That’s her, I’m sure it is. I’d recognise that face anywhere, even when it’s sandwiched between two of those notoriously double backed beasts.
V. She’s probably a psycho.  With herpes.
A. Why do you say that?
V. Nobody does porn unless they’ve got issues.
A. Especially if they’re that pretty.

A look of annoyance shoots across V’s face for an instant.

V. She probably dropped out of school, had no money… abused by her dad..
A. Probably in that order too.

V rolls her eyes.

A walks over to the ‘porn star’.

A. Hello, nice to meet you.
X. You too.

V shuffles up next to A, obviously uncomfortable.

A. We were just wondering if you had to study anything to get into porn.
X. Uh… not really, although I do have a degree in psychology,  which comes in handy from time to time… Being able to fake an orgasm is probably most important.
V. Oh I can do that.

A freezes for a moment.

A. Well, thanks for your time.  All the best now.
V. Hang on, could we ask…. how you are with…. your family?
X. Hmmm.
A. It’s ok, if you don’t want to say.
X. My family are fine with it, more or less.  I’m still waiting for my dad to explode about it one day, all he did so far was try to guilt me out of it with a gloomy face while my mother cried. They were too straight laced, you know, a typically nice family background, good upbringing, so they can’t figure out what they did wrong.
A. Do you think your dad ever watched one of your movies, and you know…
X. Ew, that’s gross.  Like I said, too straight laced.  If he had been fiddling me or something, he’d at least be able to blame himself but noooo, just tucked me in with a kiss.
V. Nothing else?
X. Nope.
A. Would you have liked him to?

X and V stare at A for a moment.

V. We should be going. Nice to have met you!
X. Sure…

V and A walk to their previous spot in the bar.

V. I hope you’re satisfied.
A. Not yet, I need to nip to the bathroom……. I’m kidding!
V. I wonder what really made her do it.
A. Why didnt you ask?
V. She’s a psycho graduate.. certainly with herpes.

A Silently whistles to himself.

V. So?
A. Herpes is not really a big deal.
V. Can you do your job for one minute?
A. Yeah yeah.  Well…. I don’t think she’d be suitable.
V. Ok.

V. Are you still thinking about her?
A. No………..
V. If you don’t stop thinking about her, you’re getting a slap.
A. Better than the clap. Oh, I didn’t mean it like that-
V gives him a dirty look, turns and walks off.

Adventurers discover records of a towering golden gift that was sent from the incas to Atlantis (still an island at the time), which sank.
As they search, they find themselves hunted by a towering sea monster that shines like gold, the true guardian of the depths… and the secrets of the sea…

The dull heat.

The crack of fat flies against the window.

The crack of a grisly bluebottle, as it tries to enter your space, blinded by the shine of your glass, now filling the quiet darkness with another carcass.

The dull heat is becoming too much…

Crack

Crack,

Crack…

Two kidnaps take place, foiled by police. The kidnappers are desperate but nice. A third kidnapping leads to a chase, but not just by the police, but by the mastermind who was staging a trilogy of practice runs.

3 friends take drugs / use experimental technology to go revisit those special moments, together. They find the joy of youth, closed doors and blank areas. Secrets , twisted perceptions and revelations.