SPIDER'S WEB...Script excerpt

INT: RECORDING STUDIO - LATE AFTERNOON

Spider saunters in. We hear RANTING, as he makes his way over to Recording Studio 5. WES PIERSON, mid-20s, A & R rep for the label, is trying to calm his artist; HEIRESS, a vanilla pint-sized pop diva, on the edge. Heiress spots Spider standing near the soundroom entrance.

HEIRESS (to Wes)

Oh, now you can get outta my face.

(pointing)
You need to straighten this out, Spider!

WES
(to Spider)
Good. You talk to her.

Wes walks off.
SPIDER
(to Heiress)
Let's talk.

Spider takes Heiress aside.
SPIDER
(continuing)
What's goin' on, Heiress ? You're making everybody crazy down here.

She paces, hands on her hips, agitated.

HEIRESS
What's goin' on here, is that the gotdamn back-up singers are singin' off key. That's what's goin' on here !

Spider looks across quickly, then sighs.

SPIDER
All right. Who do you think is singin' off key ?

HEIRESS
(louder)
What do you mean THINK ? I won a gotdamn Grammy ! Don't you think I KNOW when somebody's fuckin' singin' off key ?...Gotdammit!

SPIDER
Calm down! I don't have time for this shit today, Heiress.
You're costing us studio time. I don't do this kinda shit anymore.
Just tell me who's off key, alright ?!

Heiress looks across to the singers, venomously. Finds her target.

HEIRESS
Gail!

SPIDER
Gail Mason ? Cut the shit, Heiress. Gail's one of the best in the business.

HEIRESS
Well, she sings like she's got a crow up her ass.

SPIDER
You familiar with the sound, sweetheart ?

Her eyes burn through him like acid.

HEIRESS
OH!...So the asshole's got jokes ?!