
Also, this probably won't be my new project anymore but hey, here is the pilot episode anyway
We open in a big office. It’s decorated with fine silk curtains and sat in a huge leather chair underneath a huge TV is Jessica Miller, there are photographs on the desk and a young girl with platinum blonde hair is sat opposite her. She is dressed from head to toe in pink ]
Jessica: So, do I make myself understood?
Brooklyn Ritz: And what if I don’t do what you say? I’m Brooklyn Ritz... Heiress and hottie!
Jessica: I publish the photos we have, you know, the ones where you have your tongue down the throat of someone who isn’t your fiancee
Brooklyn Ritz: That’s blackmail!
Jessica: Oh it is? Darn... you’re right, i’ll drop it
Brooklyn Ritz: Really?!
Jessica: No! Now you either tell me everything you have on Danni Wernham or i’ll publish those photos quicker than you can say “sponsorship drop out”
Brooklyn Ritz: Fine, i’ll give you what you want...
Jessica: See, it’s that loyalty that makes this city great. I’ll hook you up with a reporter and a photographer and if I find out you’ve been making stuff up, i’ll release the sex tapes too
[ Brooklyn screeches ]
Brooklyn Ritz: You’re such a, like, meanie
Jessica: I know but life’s a b**ch and so are you. Goodbye, Brooklyn
[ Brooklyn stares at her ]
Jessica: LEAVE!
[ Brooklyn runs off screaming and Jessica sits back smiling as a man walks in ]
Jessica: John, hi, how did it go?
John: I got the photographs
Jessica: Anyone else follow you?
John: No
Jessica: Good job. How are you doing?
John: Ok thank you
Jessica: You taking your medicine?
John: Yes... i’ve not had an episode today
Jessica: Good. Now get those pictures down to art, looks like we’ve got our cover
[ Jessica grabs one of the pictures and walks out of her office into an even bigger one. It is full of computers with around 30 people sat at them ]
Jessica: Ok everyone, we have our cover
[ Jessica throws the photograph on a projector. The image is a young girl with a needle in her arm. Her head is shaven and she is crying. The entire room gasps ]
Jessica: Oh please. It’s Whitney Blears... it was obvious she was going to go off the rails fast
Worker: She’s 15
Jessica: What is your name again
Worker: I told you, Peter
Jessica: Do you have kids, Peter?
Peter: Yes
Jessica: Do they like eating?
Peter: Yes..
Jessica: Well if you don’t shut the hell up they won’t be because I’ll fire your a*s! Now does anyone else have a problem?
[ The room is silent ]
Jessica: Good. I want background... her parents, what are they like? Any convictions? I was info on any siblings. I want photographers following around her agents, parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, cleaners. Anyone with any connection to her! McClusky; talk to her maid see what you can get. Davies: there’s rumours going around about a sex tape. Find out who it was with and how it was leaked. Anderson
Claire Anderson: Yes?
Jessica: Try and get a one to one interview with the girl herself. I want real dirt, an exclusive. I do not want anyone cracking on to what we’re doing. If this story gets out, we lose the exclusive. Understood?
[ There is a quiet murmur ]
Jessica: Good
[ A man strides in ]
Jessica: Clive! Nice to see you, a pleasure etc etc
Clive: Jessica! I thought vampires weren’t able to survive in daylight
Jessica: Can I help you or are you just here to be a pain in the ass?
Clive: Help me?! That’d be the day. Your cover is a 15 year old pop starlet injecting heroin
Jessica: Great isn’t it?
Clive: No, it isn’t. We’ll be hated
Jessica: We’ll sell out
Clive: I’m not comfortable...
Jessica: Then maybe you should stop wearing panties
[ Jessica walks away into her office, Clive follows ]
Clive: Did you run this by legal?
Jessica: Yes, they OK’d it. She won’t sue!
Clive: Her entourage might consider you’re practically stalking them
Jessica: They won’t be too upset with the thousands of dollars we’re giving them
Clive: Thousands of dollars?! This magazine isn’t made of money
Jessica: We’ll be fine. This issue is going to be our biggest yet
Clive: You said that about the last issue!
Jessica: That issue bombed because some jacka*s leaked the story
Clive: By the way, that jacka*s has sued us for unfair dismissal
Jessica: Here
[ Jessica throws him a tape ]
Clive: What’s this?
Jessica: It’s the winning factor in the case. Show Jameson’s lawyer’s this tape and they’ll drop the suit. Now is that all?
Clive: Rupert is worried
Jessica: Tell Rupert that if this issue doesn’t sell, he can take away my damn bonus! It’s time that some people at this magazine took a chance
Clive: I’m not too sure
Jessica: Oh for gods sake, grow a pair and get the hell out of my office, I have work to do
Clive: You’re going to be a very lonely woman
Jessica: Well some of us don’t rely on banging an intern to get us through the day... how is Helena these days?
Clive: We broke up
Jessica: Shocking (!) 4 weeks this time though, it’s a record
Clive: Bite me!
Jessica: I might catch something
[ Clive exits. Jessica sits back and sighs. She opens her drawer and takes out a pill bottle, she takes a couple and rubs her head. Her secretary answers ]
Mike: Whitney Blears on the phone
Jessica: Take a message, I am not in the mood for PR bullcrap
Mike: No, Whitney Blears is on the phone... THE Whitney Blears...
Jessica: OK. You can leave now
[ He leaves, Jessica picks it up ]
Jessica: Whitney, hi
Whitney: Is that Jessica Miller?
Jessica: Yes it is
Whitney: I want to speak to you
Jessica: Is that not what you’re doing now?
Whitney: Face to face, like an interview
Jessica: Come to the office
Whitney: When?
Jessica: No time like the present!
[ Jessica hangs up, Mike re-enters ]
Mike: Tracy McDowell on the phone
Jessica: Tracy, this better be good
Tracy: Oh it is! Brooklyn Ritz just told me that Danni Wernham has been spending alot of time with Whitney Blears and, well, it turns out that the photo on the cover was at Danni’s penthouse!
Jessica: The has been and the new age superstar... I love it. Ok, well, get some pictures and try and get more out of Brooklyn. The girl is stupid so tell her you like her shoes or something and she’ll spill.
[ Jessica hangs up, Mike enters once more but this time he is shoved out the way by a girl in big sunglasses and a hat ]
Jessica: Whitney Blears. You look prettier in our photo
Whitney: What is it you want? That picture was just a joke... messing around. I’m not a drug addict
Jessica: You see now your friend Danni Wernham says different, infact she says you were with her that night. And didn’t your brother JUST get off charges for drug dealing?
Whitney: Leave Billy-Rae out of this, he’s a good boy
Jessica: So good he helped his 14 year old underage girlfriend kill her self via an Ecstasy OD
Whitney: Porsche-Mercedes’ death was very sad but my brother had not intended her any harm
Jessica: Do you even believe that? I mean, do you really just say what your publicist says? Have you seen the photographs of you off your head... you’re BALD.. does it not make you worry that maybe something isn’t going wrong. I tell you what, i’ll make you a deal, how about you start telling the truth and I don’t ensure you never get a record deal again
Whitney: Fine! I took the drugs so what? It’s no big deal. Everyone in Hollywood does them. Honestly... what I do with my life is my business
Jessica: What about your fans?
Whitney: Screw my fans! Who gives a crap about them? This is about me!
Jessica: Oh Whitney, you just got me my headline
Whitney: You have no proof
[ Jessica smiles and takes out a tape recorder from under her desk and plays back what Whitney said ]
Whitney: You bi**h!
[ Whitney lunges forward ]
Jessica: Security!
[ Security runs in, as does a photographer who begins taking photographs of Whitney as she is taken away. Jessica adjusts her jacket and goes into the main office ]
Jessica: New cover everyone...
[ The scene fades out back into Jessica’s office where John comes in ]
John: I heard all the newsstands sold out, congratulations
Jessica: Thank you
John: How are you holding up
Jessica: Fine...
John: Still not sleeping?
Jessica: I’m fine John
John: I worry about you. You remember in school when I used to follow you around and if anyone started on you i’d go crazy?
Jessica: That wasn’t your fault, it was your disease
John: It had nothing to do with the psycosis, I cared about you and I still do. You worry me, you’re so obsessed with this magazine it’s like you have nothing else... I mean, you don’t have a husband, no children, you don’t even have pets... what keeps you warm at night?
Jessica: Money
John: Money doesn’t fill an empty house, Jessica
[ The scene fades to Jessica’s house. She enters to it being empty. She walks into her kitchen and pours a large glass of red wine and sits down on the sofa. She picks up a photograph off her table and begins crying. Her phone rings, she composes herself and answers ]
Jessica: Hello?
John: Jessica, are you OK?
Jessica: Yeah.. shouldn’t I be?
John: Have you not seen the news?
Jessica: No
John: Turn it on
[ Jessica turns it on, a huge headline reads “Whitney in Suicide Bid”. Jessica sits numb ]
John: Jessica? Hello? Jessica? Are you there?
[ Jessica drops the phone and mutters slightly ]
Jessica: I did this...
I'm not kidding when I say I started crying when I found out Nate well... yeah... >_< god. theyre so beautiful, and so sad... poor danny, god it just shows how fast life can be taken away...![]()
I've just scrapped my entire Series 2 i've wrote so i'm re-writing it. The original idea was to go 1 year on but it mucks up my timescale too much![]()
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