Success and Secrets… Love and Lies

TOGETHER THEY LEAVE

September 5, 2008 on 8:14 am | In CAPITALCHICKS THE SCREENPLAY | No Comments

 

HELEN: Leave without me? I thought things were looking pretty interesting out there on the dance-floor.  Are you sure? You have had more than a couple. MILLIE: Oh, I’m sure alright!  Will you be OK? 

HELEN: Don’t worry, the CHIC limo’s coming at one to pick me up.  I’m sure these boys will keep me entertained till then. MILLIE: As long as you don’t mind. 

HELEN: Course not!  Go for it girl.  Just be careful, OK? And make sure I get all the goss first! MILLIE: Always! 

Millie kisses Helen and heads back to join Marcus, who has been cornered by the SH-IT girls again. ZARA: Marcus, you’ve come back for us, I knew you would! 

MARCUS: Well, I’m sorry girls but…….. Millie joins them and links her arm through Marcus’ 

MILLIE: but, he’s leaving with me.  Sorry! The SH-IT girls stand and stare in disbelief and disappointment as she guides him away. 

LUCY: No wonder his wife left him, he obviously likes them cheap and cheerful. ZARA: Cheap?  I couldn’t agree more. 

MARCUS and MILLIE make their way out onto the street where the doorman ushers a cab for them. MARCUS: Your place or mine? 

MILLIE: Mine please.  On a first date I always like to get back to my own home. MARCUS: But obviously not alone…? 

MILLIE: Well, we’ll just have to see how the ride home goes. The two of them fall into the back of the taxi, all over each other, the heat of the moment overtaking them both.

MILLIE AND MARCUS

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HELEN (interrupting): My apologies Marcus – my friend here is normally rather less forward.  Millie, you really shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach you know. MILLIE (still looking at Marcus): Mmm-hmm. 

MARCUS:  Well, I think I’d better see about catching up! MARCUS grabs a glass from a passing waiter and downs it in one before reaching for another. 

MARCUS:  Much better.  So Helen, are you going to tell me what the pair of you have been up to……? The three of them drink and chat and are joined by a few male colleagues of Marcus’. It’s not long before they are all well in the swing of the party and Marcus and Millie hit the dance floor. Both are now drunk and caution is starting to fly to the wind. 

MILLIE: You and Helen seem to have hit it off? MARCUS: She’s great, but … well let’s just put it this way: I’ve always been a fan of brunettes rather than redheads! 

MILLIE: Why Marcus, what are you trying to say? MARCUS: Isn’t it obvious? 

MILLIE:  But your marriage…? MARCUS: Is over.  She left me for her secretary, and we’re currently going through a very modern divorce. 

MILLIE:  Her secretary? MARCUS: Yes, his name is Simon and he’s from

Australia.  A sign of the times, eh?

 MILLIE: Well, I’m sure her loss will be someone else’s gain. MARCUS:  I hope so.  Any ideas on who that someone could be? 

MILLIE:  Oooh .. I tell you what, why don’t you take me home and we can discuss the possibilities there? The pair of them kiss before hurriedly leaving the dancefloor.  MILLIE makes her way to Helen who is entertaining several of MARCUS’ male working colleagues. 

HELEN: Her?  No way!  Look, as far as that particular supermodel goes – well, put it this way: the only bulge in your trousers she’s interested in is the one that comes from the size of your wallet.  MILLIE: Helen, can I have a quick word? 

HELEN: Course you can…  They move to one side. MILLIE: Do you mind if I….

ENTER MARCUS

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CUT BACK TO MILLIE AND HELEN WHO WITNESS MARCUS RETURNING WITH THE IT GIRLS. THEY ARE ALREADY BEGINNING TO GET A BIT MERRY. 

HELEN: Oh my God Millie, it’s the Sh-it girls, Zara and Lucy – and I thought that this was supposed to be a classy party.  Those two would drop their knickers for the opening of an envelope. MILLIE: Forget the twigs - who the hell is that with them?  ‘Cause he can open my envelope any time. 

HELEN:  You’re terrible! MILLIE: I’m sorry Helen but you know what I’m like if I skip lunch and start drinking, it goes straight to my head. But, he is pretty gorgeous and I’m sure that it’s not just the drink talking …. So come on, who is it? Do you know? 

HELEN: Oh, I know him alright.  Marcus Etterton.   It was him that sent me the tickets for tonight.  I worked with him on a project for Chic – our Oscars special, I think – and yeah, he is pretty gorgeous!  He’s going through a messy divorce at the moment though.  MILLIE: So he’s free then?  Please, lead this horse to water - I think I need a drink! 

HELEN: Millie, there you go again. MILLIE: Sorry Helen, but I can’t keep my eyes off him. It’s probably because I haven’t had a boyfriend in ages. 

HELEN: … after your last two I would have thought that you’d be put off men for life. MILLIE: I know, but I’m sure that one day Mr. Right will come along and the way I’m feeling right now, Marcus Etterton looks like he may well just be him. 

HELEN waves over at MARCUS and he sees her and waves back, looking relieved at an opportunity to get away from the girls still hanging on his arms. MARCUS:  If you two would excuse me, I have someone I need to speak to.  Business. 

ZARA:  Do you have to? I mean, Lucy and I were just thinking about suggesting that you join us for a ménage à trois of our own! MARCUS: My apologies girls, but I must take a raincheck.  I’m still on duty and I’m sure you don’t want to be bogged down talking figures and circulation. 

ZARA (Looking at Helen): Not with her, Chic has really gone to the plebs since she’s been in charge. But don’t leave us too long, or we’ll have to take our offer elsewhere. MARCUS (smiling):  I’m afraid that’s a risk I’m going to have to take. 

He turns to leave and as he does so Zara gives his backside a pinch. ZARA (to Lucy):  Firm, just as it looks.  He’ll be back.  Let’s mingle, what red blooded man will be able to resist a couple of blue-bloods like ourselves? 

MARCUS joins MILLIE and HELEN MARCUS (Kissing Helen): Helen, good to see you.  I’m glad you could manage to get here – and believe me, I’m grateful for the reason to escape those two vultures! 

HELEN: Vultures? – More like vampires.  Except in their cases it’s less draining blood from others than of injecting enhancements into their own! Anyway, it’s great to see you too.  Let me introduce you to my date for the night – Marcus Etterton, please meet Millie Marsters. MARCUS (Kissing Millie):  Hi, pleased to meet you – but date for the night? Is there something I don’t know about? 

MILLIE: Date in the sense that neither of us had a member of the opposite sex to escort us here. (She gives Marcus a flirty smile). But if we’re lucky, things might be different by the time we leave!  HELEN:  Millie! You’ve only just met him, give the poor guy a chance! MILLIE: Sorry Marcus, a couple of glasses of champagne too many already I think.  You know what it’s like – I had to work through lunch to be ready on time to get here… 

AT THE DOOR.

August 18, 2008 on 10:16 am | In CAPITALCHICKS THE SCREENPLAY | No Comments

 

The good looking young male waiter flushes and offers them both another drink from his tray. Cut to the doorman. Guests are still arriving and among them are renowned It girls, Zara Haydn Leon and Lucy Bessington, both obviously stoned and ready to party. Zara fishes in her bag looking for their invites but can’t find them.  Zara is dark, Lucy a blond replicant and both are way too skeletal and obviously fashion victims. 

DOORMAN: I’m very sorry Madam, but this is an invitation only party.  I’m afraid I can’t let you in if you don’t have one. ZARA: Do you know who we are?  Between us, our families own half of

London.  I personally am a friend of Royalty. Now check your list and let us in before I have you fired!

 DOORMAN: Madam, I am sorry, but it doesn’t matter if your father is the Sultan of Brunei and she’s going out with Prince Charles himself - if you haven’t got an invitation you can’t come in! The girls continue to create a scene, and the guests around the entrance area begin to stare. The doorman hastily calls down for assistance. 

MARCUS ETTERTON walks over to the door.  An international CEO for VisionPath Entertainment, he has been instrumental in organising tonight’s shindig.  Dark and handsome, he is immaculately dressed. MARCUS:  What’s the problem here? 

DOORMAN: I’m sorry to trouble you Mr. Etterton but these two ladies say they received invitations, but don’t seem to have them with them. LUCY: (slurring slightly) Marcus!  How divine to see you.  Now will you please tell your man just who we are! 

Both girls are making drunken eyes at Marcus. MARCUS (A quick glance to the doorman shows his opinion of them, but he knows their presence could get the event tabloid headlines the next day.) Zara!  Lucy!  Always a pleasure to see you.  (To the doorman) It’s OK.  Let these two in. 

The girls both hook arms through MARCUS’ and enter. ZARA (TO DOORMAN): Out of the way.  I told you we were A list. 

DOORMAN (To himself): A list - that’s for sure.  A for arrogant assholes!  MARCUS leads LUCY and ZARA into the party. ZARA: So, Marcus, tell me…… are you happily divorced yet? 

THE TORQUE BAR

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AFTER CREDITS we pan back to MILLIE, viewing her from the rear view mirror of the taxi. She looks up as she adjusts her top, and sees the taxi driver looking at her just as the cab pulls up outside the Torque Bar. MILLIE jumps out and goes to pay. 

TAXI DRIVER: £5.50 love. MILLIE fishes out the money and gives him the exact amount.  He looks at it then back at her in askance. 

TAXI DRIVER: No tip? MILLIE: Oh, sorry.  How about…keep your eyes on the road next time! 

TAXI DRIVER: Bitch! The taxi pulls away. 

MILLIE: I try……… (to herself) I’m not really very good at it though! The Torque Bar is ahead, a sign saying ‘MENAGE A TROIS’ hanging above it. Menage a Trois is the name of a new sitcom from the States, a spin off comedy from a successful movie about a celebrity chef, his wife and their lovers! 

Millie enters, waving her ticket at the doorman as she passes and going on into the party. INSIDE: 

Pan to Helen Sullivan. Helen is the editor of fashion bible CHIC and is currently surrounded by a number of simpering male and female admirers. Like Millie she is in her late twenties.  Irish by nationality, she possesses a fiery Celtic beauty: flame haired and pale skinned, she is petite and immaculately dressed in a designer outfit. She is sipping at a glass of champagne as she answers various banal questions from those around her. ADMIRER 1: Helen, is it true that yellow is set to be the summer’s new black? 

HELEN: Really! When was the last time you went to a funeral in yellow? Unless you’re wearing heavy duty sunglasses I can’t see how it can be the new black. ADMIRER 2: What do you think of the new trends for botox and detox?  I was thinking of having a session myself. 

HELEN: Well, the best I can offer you is that if you want to get into your summer bikini, get a good tan and stay taut, you can’t do too much of either. MILLIE appears and waves over at her, as admirer 2 swiftly changes her mind on the subject. HELEN sees her and waves back. 

HELEN: If you’ll all please excuse me, there’s someone I must talk to. HELEN greets MILLIE with a hug. 

HELEN: God, am I glad to see you! I don’t think that I can take any more questions on the difference between Gucci and Versace and whether models should look more Marilyn Monroe than Audrey Hepburn! MILLIE: Well I’m certainly not here to talk shop – I’m ready to party! You shouldn’t be so good at it if you want to avoid the adoring acolytes – I mean you never had that problem back at university, as far as I can recall?  By the way, are Cassie and Amanda coming? 

HELEN: ‘Fraid not honey.  It’s just you and me as partners in crime tonight. The others couldn’t make it. MILLIE: Well, let’s get the party started then. God, they’re serving up Veuve Cliqueot, is it OK if I get us a couple of glasses? 

HELEN: Millie, you should know by know that you don’t need to ask. It’s a freebie do so just make the most of it. MILLIE: I know Helen, but I always feel that I am sort of gatecrashing somehow. I’m the marketing manager for Entertainment titles at Walrus Publishing, not a high powered fashion exec. like you. 

HELEN: Hey, stop putting yourself down, you’ve got a great job and you work  bloody hard at it. On top of that you’re here as my guest …. So if you think that I’m entitled to as much free bubbly as I can drink then you are aswell. MILLIE: Well in that case ………Waiter? (MILLIE gestures to a passing waiter) There’s a couple of girls here whose whistles need wetting, can you help?

capitalchicks - the screenplay

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CAPITAL CHICKS

 

EPISODE ONE 

 THE BEGINNING

 

 

Scene: 

Offices of Walrus Publishing – a typical new millennium office suite in the heart of the city.  Open plan, airy and spacious, and mainly staffed by female employees. 

We are in the marketing department.  The ‘feel’ of the office is one of a hectic bustle and of creativity. 

Focus in on Millie Marsters.  (Millie: a dark short bob, dressed in usual attire of the modern marketing woman. She is attractive but in a sexy way, she has the looks that make her appealing to both sexes. Fashionable and a bit kooky she knows her labels but creates her own style.) 

The camera pans from the surrounding room as her colleagues gossip and finish their work for the week, when it focuses on Millie we see her rapidly firing off a final email as her boss Michaela strides to her desk for a brief chat. 

(Michaela: early ‘40’s and typical publishing type, iron grey hair fashionably styled and dark business suit. Her glasses hanging from a chain around her neck and a pair of loud earrings are the only visible concessions to her profession) 

MICHAELA: Well Millie, that’s the end of another week,  – thank God for Friday and a quiet weekend ahead! How about you - anything interesting planned? 

MILLIE: (Turning off her computer as she speaks). It’s definitely not going to be a quiet one for me! 

MICHAELA: It never is! So what are you up to this time? 

MILLIE: Just another celeb filled party, courtesy of my good friend and chief organiser of my social life, Helen Sullivan. 

MICHAELA: Ah!  The esteemed editor of Chic.  So what has she got in line for you? 

MILLIE: She’s got some tickets for a new T.V. show launch. It the usual thing – let’s invite the editor of

Britain’s glossiest style mag, and hope they come through with the free publicity for our stars. Should be fun, but the only thing is I’m going have to get off any minute - if we’re late all the other freeloaders will have drunk the champagne already! 

MICHAELA: You lead such a hard life. 

MILLIE: I know!  It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it! I’ll see you on Monday - don’t do anything I wouldn’t! 

MICHAELA: So that leaves most of the options open then. Have fun!. 

MILLIE: I intend to! 

MILLIE grabs her coat and hurries out of the building, carrying a large bag with her. She hails a taxi. 

TAXI DRIVER: Where to, love? 

MILLIE: The Torque bar please. 

MILLIE jumps into the back and starts to get changed as the vehicle pulls away, the driver watching in his rear view mirror. 

 

THEME TUNE AND CREDITS: 

They are animated characterisations of the four main characters. 

We start with Millie, she is a Marketing Manager for Walrus Publishing, and she works in a large open plan office. The room is large and airy but is rather cluttered with books, scripts and Point of Sale units. We see her stand up from her desk, click off her computer, grab her coat from the back of her chair and rush for the door, shouting her goodbyes to the others in the room as she does so. Her work colleague Pindy, an attractive Asian girl, runs up to her with the bag that Millie has clearly forgotten. Millie hits the side of her head with her hand and smiles before taking it. Her boss Michaela, comes to the door of her office, clearly marked with Michaela Moran – Marketing Director on it, and she waves as Millie passes. We see from this that Millie is popular and well thought of at work.We see Millie falling into the back of a taxi and hurriedly changing into her evening clothes as the taxi leaves. 

Second is Helen Sullivan, Editor of Fashion Bible ‘Chic’. We start at her office door – it is closed but it bursts open and out strides the lady herself. She is a beautiful, Irish redhead and is immaculately tailored. She walks from her office into the plush reception outside that houses her young, smart female P.A. Helen acknowledges her as she passes by nodding her head at her; the P.A. nods back. At the end of the room is an elevator and Helen presses the button to page it. As she waits she straightens her hair and clothes in a mirror by the elevator door. Helen is a serious businesswoman and she will stay in role until she is out of her working environment.We then see Helen striding out of the smart ‘Chic’ office block and getting into the back of a large white limo, the door is held open for her and then shut by the chauffeur. Helen sits in the back and sips at a glass of champagne that is waiting for her. 

Third is Cassandra – ‘Cassie’ – Pascal. She is a journalist for music magazine ‘Stop the Press’. We meet her in a recording studio where she is scribbling away in a notebook as a very attractive young, male popstar – Ben Truman – talks to her. She suddenly looks at her watch, jumps up and throws her notebook and pen into her large shoulder bag that was flung on the floor. She bends and gives the clearly amused Ben Truman a kiss and a hug before turning and running from the recording studio.She runs out to the front where a motorcycle courier is waiting for her. He hands her a helmet, she shoves it on her head before climbing on behind him and speeding off. 

Finally we meet Amanda Gonzalez, tall, blonde and beautiful – designer extraordinaire of sexy underwear for men and women via her own label ‘Amanda, Oh!’. We see her giggling and wearing only very sexy underwear, a man appears also only wearing underwear and the two of them embrace and kiss. Suddenly they stop and look up and we cut to a wide scene to see that they are being photographed for a fashion shoot, a large sign ‘Amanda, Oh’ – ‘intimates for your intimates’ hangs above them. Amanda gives the male model and the photographer a kiss before rushing off into the changing rooms.We then see Amanda standing on the tube train, she looks gorgeous and she is reading ‘A History of Erotica – In Pictures’ much to the embarrassment of the old ladies and businessmen around her. 

The final scene of the titles is the four girls all running toward each other and they arrive simultaneously.

… and so we cut to the chase.

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… and so we cut to the chase.

For the past 18 months Amanda’s blog has been bringing you her life and her loves and we just know that you have all been taking to it like ducks to water.

So, we have passed our first trial stage and now we are ready to enter stage 2.

Starting from next week we are going to start bringing you the screenplay for capitalchicks - the movie.

What we want you to do is read it and tell us what improvements you think that we should make.

We want to know exactly what you think about the outrageous and dangerous worlds of the capitalchicks.

Amanda Gonzalez … wild, wilful and incredibly beautiful. 2 men are dead who tried to tame her … what more lies in store for her.

Cassie Pascal … beautiful and talented, she has made it her mission to bring justice to those who normally fly under the radar. Always prepared to put herself in danger to find the truth … will she, can she, survivie the forces of evil that are all around?

Millie Marsters, bohemian and free spirited … is she the anchor that can keep the rest of the girls close to the shore??!!

Can she keep her love life simple?

Can she keep up?

Helen Sullivan.

Top of her game … top of the tree … she knows danger when she sees it.

Can she do enough to keep the chicks out of it?

Will her own sense of adventure get the better of her?

Who knows?

Whatever will happen will happen!

But, we do guarantee:-

Sex … and plenty of it!

Men … and plenty of them!

Danger … and plenty of it!

Glamour!

Red carpets!

Oh … and more men.

and more sex!

So please:

Log on,

Tune in.

Read and enjoy!

THE PLAYERS GET INTO PLACE.

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So there you have it.

All around the world the players are assembling … like pieces on a chess board.

It is strange isn’t it … strange how normality can fracture and split into a million dark shards … strange how quickly order can slip into chaos.

The capitalchicks have strength, they are not hapless pawns in the grib of another.

Yet, there is danger afoot … danger that can not only harm them … but that could kill them.

Trudie Hewitt and Justin Gonzalez have hearts as black as midnight in the country.

The capitalchicks need to stick together.

They need to fight back.

They need to survive.

The battle has started … whether they like it or not.

HOW’S MOM?

July 23, 2008 on 11:44 am | In TRUDIE HEWITT, amanda gonzalez, Justin Gonzalez, capitalchicks | No Comments

Trudie put out one cigarette before lighting another.

She’d made Justin wait long enough, now it was time for her to talk.

‘So Justin, thanks for calling me back, it’s been a while.’

Justin let out a silent breath of relief … Trudie was one scary bitch … he knew she wouldn’t be happy at him keeping her waiting … but she was talking … he was off the hook.

‘Yeah Trudie, it has. I was intrigued to hear from you, after all, it’s always great to hear from you.’

‘I was just wondering how Amanda Gonzalez is?’ Trudie said.

‘Amanda, that slut! Trudie why do you have to bring up that gold digging whore, i was having a great morning, made all the better for speaking to you, and now it’s soured.’

‘Hmmm, I didn’t realise that she still upset you so much. You never did get to fuck her did you?’

‘The bitch made a fool of me last time … I’m still waiting to get my revenge on her.’

‘well, no time like the present’, cam Trudie’s reply.

‘I’m coming to London … want to meet up?

‘Love to’, said Justin.

‘I think that it’s time we sent your Mom to bedlam.’ said Trudie.

‘Bedlam’ said Justin …’now that sounds like a good idea.’

HELLO, YOU LITTLE SHIT.

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Trudie extinguished her cigarette as she looked down at the screen of her mobile phone.

It was Justin Gonzalez … it had taken him 1 hour and 45 minutes to call her back.

The randy little bastard was obviously too busy getting his rocks off to get back to her straight away.

Oh well, she’d make him pay for his insubordination at a later date.

She pressed the green button and spoke.

‘Hello, you little shit.’

She waited for his reponse.

‘Trudie, as charming as ever’, came Justin’s smooth tones.

‘Did you want me?’ she asked, lighting a cigarette as she spoke.

‘Me want you? I’m returning your call ….’ his voice tailed off.

‘Returning my call? … Oh yes, I’d forgotten, I did call you ages ago … now what was it about?’

She held the phone from her ear as she took a few deep draws on her smoke.

He could wait for her now.

At the end of the day this conversation needed to re-affirm that she was in the driving seat of this relationship … and Justin had better never forget that again.