Red Lips

Five, ten, and 15.

Now, remember you have to wait at least six weeks

before you can sell blood again.

- Shit, I need more than this. It's not enough.

Well, I hope we see more of you here.

You know, you have an extremely rare blood type.

- Well, you can have some more right now if you want to.

I could use some another 15 bucks.

But I'm afraid that's against the rules.

We have to wait a full six weeks

before we can accept blood from the same person again.

- And I bet you're a real stickler for the rules, right?

- Well, I can't accept another blood donation now,

but you could be of great service to this clinic

and be paid generously for the effort.

How generously?

- How does a hundred dollars a day sound to you?

A hundred dollars a day?

You're shittin' me, right?

We can begin now if you want to.

Well, what do you want to do?

Just let me run a few simple tests.

You see, for these sort of tests,

young women of your age range make the best subjects.

And if we begin now, we could be finished by the evening

and you'll be a hundred dollars richer.

Hey, let's go.

What's in that?

Just a type of vaccine.

I wanna test your body's reaction to it.

It was designed to stimulate the body's defense mechanism

to make the human organism literally invulnerable

against disease, fatigue.

When I perfect the serum,

the human life expectancy may be stretched

by 20, 30, maybe even 50 years.

And if my tests are successful,

you'll be the first to benefit.

I don't know about all that,

but as long as you keep the cash coming, I'll be back.

I'm sure you will.

Are you okay, ma'am?

Are you sure you're okay, ma'am?

You know there's a drugstore down the street

if you wanna get something to put on that.

It could get infected.

No, no, I'm all right.

Okay, you're the boss.

All right, I tried to help.

When I left here, I felt kind of sick.

A kind of nausea, I guess.

That's perfectly natural.

Your body is adjusting to a new chemical component,

but in a few days, my serum will be completely absorbed

into your blood and then you should feel completely fine.

But it was more than just stomach pains.

Something else happened.

I cut my leg when I fell on some broken glass

and when I looked at the blood,

I felt a strange kind of hunger.

I wanted to taste the blood.

Interesting. And did you?

- Did I? - Did you taste the blood?

Yes.

And when I did, the pain was gone.

Isn't that strange?

Well, not necessarily.

Sometimes the mind makes subconscious associations

between psychological trauma

and something more tangible, physical.

I'm sure that's all it was.

There, the serum's ready.

I'm slightly increasing your dosage today.

Soon I'll know if my experiment is a success.

This is awful.

Is there anything wrong here?

Yeah. This tastes like shit.

Well, we haven't had any complaints.

- Well, I'm complaining. This isn't fit to drink.

Well you still owe me two bucks.

You're gonna pay for it.

Here.

I hope you fuckin' choke on it.

- I don't have to stand for this kind of talk.

You get outta here.

I don't know what kind of dive this is,

but it's no restaurant.

See ya.

She looks like she's psycho.

Nicole, do we have to stand around here all night?

I wanna go home.

- Yeah? Well, if you go, it'll be your loss.

You know who's staying here, don't you?

No, and I really don't care.

- You don't care that Irwin R. Stone is supposed to be here?

Stone Productions? The movie producer?

Is any of this sinking in, Robin?

So what?

You think he's gonna put you in his next movie?

Just gimme five minutes with the fat bastard.

I'll be under a contract before his pants hit the floor.

That's what I like about you, Nicole.

You're so humble.

Modest, too.

That's why guys shit themselves over me, 'cause I'm a lady.

That's him.

- You sure? - Look.

This picture, it's him.

Well, I guess it looks like him.

This is it. Wish me luck.

- Well, are you gonna get me a part in the movie too?

Who am I, Robin?

Your agent?

Mr. Stone. - Yes?

I can't believe it's really you.

I heard you might be staying here,

so, well, here I am.

You certainly are, aren't you?

- I hope you don't think I'm being too forward.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll tell you what,

I'll bet you're a friend of Mel's aren't you?

Mel?

Oh yeah. Sure.

You know, Mel thought you might hit it off.

What do you think?

- I think Mel's a hell of a guy. A hell of a guy.

I'll tell you what, I bet you you could use

a refreshment and guess what?

I have a brand new bottle of Boone's Farm up in the room.

Boone's Farm? Oh, that's my favorite.

Maybe we could slip on back up?

Okay.

Okay.

Well here we are.

I'll tell you what, why don't you relax

and I'll pour us a tall glass of vino.

- Mr. Stone, I didn't know you spoke Italian.

You're so cultured.

- I've got plenty of surprises up my sleeves.

- Maybe so, but it's not what's up your sleeve

I came to see. - Mm, that sounds good.

Why don't you just relax

and let me get that glass of wine

and we'll be ready to loosen up.

So, uh, what do you do for a living?

Oh, I'm an actress.

A very good actress.

Really?

You think I might have seen you in anything?

- That depends. Did you see Alien Egg Layers?

I was the nude alien queen.

You were?

Then I had a cameo in Hell Camp

as the nude swimmer.

I'm killed in the pre-credit sequence,

so you might have missed me.

I think I saw that one on cable,

but I'm still trying to place you.

Does this jog your memory?

Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

In fact, you look really, really good.

- Do you remember the scene in Alien Egg Layers

when I lure the handsome earth stud

to my spaceship for breeding experiments?

No, I don't think I saw that one.

Let's pretend we're on the set

and the director yells action.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, I could be up for some action.

- I bet you can picture me in your next film, can't you?

That's what my whole career has been leading up to,

to star in an Irwin R. Stone production.

Irwin?

My name's Murray.

What are you talking about?

- You're not Irwin R. Stone, the film producer?

- No, I'm Murray J. Stone, the carpet salesman.

I don't believe this.

Oh God, I almost fucked a carpet salesman.

Hey, salesman of the year.

You're no salesman, you rapist!

What do you mean rapist?

I didn't touch you.

I've got to find Robin.

She's probably met the real Stone.

He's probably giving her my part.

Robin, Robin!

Hey, listen.

I don't care what that girl told you,

I didn't touch her, I didn't rape her.

I know that. I've been watching you.

And you might as well know, too.

I'm not a big Hollywood producer.

I'm just a carpet salesman that's here from Jersey.

Salesman of the year, but-

Hey you okay?

I think I'm sick.

- You're sick? - I need you to help me.