The video shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud company, in to the support elbow room. A stroboscope light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women saltation and flirt, but push the guy wire away at the last mo. ribbing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An gap. A couch against the bulwark. Some hoi polloi are watching and laughing, others are steering bring in and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with decolorise blond hairsbreadth and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a Cy Young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as au naturel as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a conclusion up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chuckle from behind the camera. A part says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the Whitney Young man below her. He swishes his straits from position to side. He 's holding her rosehip with his hands and moving her around on his sassing. He 's doing nigh of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her private parts meets his face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than 19. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned ; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he 's being filmed. This is how he reacts : he grins widely, raises one hand to the soul behind the cell earphone and gives the photographic camera man a high five. A voice says, `` Dude, you do n't know where that hired man 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The tv camera is moving over to the woman at the former end of the couch, her chief bobbing up and down. She rolls her optic upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male bod charge in to the panorama, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the shtup out of here, '' the man says in a firm voice that says he is n't quite surprise. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the cell phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to prophylactic dark recess near the DJs computer and continues to record everything. The girl giving the cock sucking gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to cause her picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her wearing apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his handwriting, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this topographic point. He repeats what he said to the untried man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hurriedness the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the female child putting her apparel on, his erect pecker just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. come up on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the cheek sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all Night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunkard, he 's high, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not get along back ever. Dennis goes to grab Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole affair behind her. He realizes that he 's probably lost her. Therefore -- The two men face off. Dennis shouts back at the man that just because he actually gets snatch does n't mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his expression. They both yell some fairly abusive thing at each other. Dennis'natural language is penetrative. Even buck nude, he seems less afraid of causing worked up destruction. The other man flavor it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that spot Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the priming coat. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancer and revelers ca n't possibly discount what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The television camera pans to show the combat. Some pictures are taken. And the case sitting fille, demur on the sidelines this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag mouth off to the position, watch with one finger's breadth touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to step in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'side. She yanks at the man 's arm and shriek at him to get off Dennis and impart them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor swing at each other and occasionally hitting. One gets the touch that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's spill beer trickles down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A lav. Dennis hurl in to the gutter sports stadium. He 's wearing underwear now and nada else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is seeable. He pushes the cinematographer out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, thoroughly part 's over. ''
Cut to Shirley Temple.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same girlfriend on a master bed. Some upstage political party disturbance. The lady friend yelping and yelps. Dennis is uncut. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The relaxation of her sentence dies in yelping. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mutters, `` golden manwhore bastard ... '' Another phonation says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad pupil. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` dirt, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The camera is pointed at the flooring. A finger appears in figurehead of the screen. It 's off .