A gloved hand holds the anesthetic mask over patient’s mouth and nose.

The patient’s eyes flicker closed.

A scalpel enters frame and makes the first incision.

A layer of fat is removed from the upper and lower lids of the eyes. Excess skin is removed and the remainder is pulled taut.

A fine needle and thread rapidly apply sutures.

ECU of DR. ALEX MANDARA’s face. A drop of sweat rolling down his brow.

A gloved hand swoops in and mops Alex’s forehead.

INSERT OF SYRINGE DRAWING LIQUID FROM A SMALL VIAL.

INT. ALEX’S HOUSE—GREAT ROOM—NIGHT

INSERT OF SYRINGE INJECTING BOTOX INTO WOMAN’S FOREHEAD.

PULLOUT to a large and stylish room. Like an OPERATING THEATER it is monochromatic, cold, and furnished sparsely with stylish essentials. Oversized paintings in RED are the only features that break the flow of the WHITE fluidity of the room.

DR. ALEX MANDARA is perched on the arm of a couch, lording over a FEMALE PARTY GUEST (Late 20s, stylish, in black with ferret stole).

ALEX

You look better already. No lying down and no martinis for an hour, got it?

FEMALE PARTY GUEST

Thank you, Alex.

Alex straightens up and caps the syringe.

ALEX

Just hold the swab in place, don’t get blood on my sofa.

Alex turns and we TRACK him through the amazing house, lingering, however briefly, on the beautiful assortment of a multitude of guests. BLACK stylish wardrobe with subtle flashes of color, odd eccentricities.

A man in fly-fishing rubber waders eating an olive from his martini.

A drag queen in a cat suit sketching in coal a naked woman holding a bouquet of black roses.

A tall woman walking a large domesticated cat on a chain leash.

Two men in corsets and collars à la Queen Elizabeth I duct taping a couple to a massage table.

Alex looks at them in disgust before disappearing around a corner.

INT. ALEX’S HOUSE—LIVING ROOM—CONTINUOUS

Bubbles swim to the top of a slender crystal glass as a deep RED cherry sinks to the bottom. A white-gloved hand sets the drink on a silver tray and a BLACK-jacketed party guest walks by, wiping frame.

INT. ALEX’S HOUSE—LIVING ROOM—MOMENTS LATER

PULLOUT from BLACK corset to reveal THALIA (Gorgeous, mid twenties, one of Alex’s women) leaning against the wall in a deep RED cocktail dress. Half-watching the two corset-clad men taping the couple to the massage table, more intently but with forced apathy LOOKING for someone.

A white-gloved hand offers the crystal glass from the silver tray to Thalia. PANNING up, DREW (Good-looking in a Robin to Alex’s Batman way, early 30s, Alex’s house man) smiles pleasantly.

DREW

Good evening, Thalia. Pleasure to see you again.

Thalia takes the glass and leans deeper into the wall, placing a perilous heel against it.

THALIA

Thanks, Drew. You always know my poison. Have you seen—

DREW

Coming this way.