Fiction!!!

Jan 28, 2005 16:09

Title: ......
Who's in it: Nick, and a few Strokes...
Rating: Restricted!
Disclaimer: It IS SIMILIAR to this movie, which happens to be one of my favourite movie, of all time!
Feedback: PLEASE! Anything!!! And plz I want your suggestions for the title of this fiction too okay...
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January 28, 2005

1 EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - DAY 1

We circle around the island of Manhattan moving closer and
closer till we're looking down on Fifth Avenue. As the
melody continues to play we MOVE towards a building and ZOOM
into a window.

2 INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - DAY 2

A fifty-year old female therapist (DR. WOODSEN) sits at
her desk, frowning as she takes notes. Books of Jung and
Freud line the shelves.

A young man (NICK VALENSI) sits in a chair in front
of her looking impatient.

The therapist continues to write notes.

DR. WOODSEN
Jesus. We've been at this for six
months.

NICK
I know.

DR. WOODSEN
And you haven't made an ounce of
progress.

NICK
I know.

Nick takes out a cigarette.

DR. WOODSEN
(not looking up)
There's no smoking in my office.

Nick sneers at her then puts the cigarette away. Dr.
Woodsen finishes her notes and looks up at him, shaking
her head.

NICK
What do you want me to say? That I'm
supposed to feel remorse because I act
the way I do? The truth is I don't.

Dr. Woodsen shakes her head and takes notes.

NICK (cont'd)
Look, I'm not like all the other kids
in high school. I don't care about book
reports and extra-credit. Teachers
are idiots anyway. The only challenge
out there for me is women. You see a
girl you like. You pursue them. You
conquer. You move on. It's exciting.

DR. WOODSEN
But you said you have the worst
reputation.

NICK
I do.

DR. WOODSEN
Don't you want to change that?

NICK
Let me tell you something, doctor.
Chicks love a guy with a bad rap.
They say they don't, but they don't
mean it. They all think that they're
the ones that are going to "save me."
The trick is to let them think it's
true.

DR. WOODSEN
I think that's all the time we have
for today.

NICK
Same time next week?

DR. WOODSEN
No. This is going to be our last
session.

NICK
Why? I like spending time with you.
You know, you're quite attractive for
a woman your age. You have killer legs.
Killer.

DR. WOODSEN
This isn't a joke. Your parents spend a
lot of money to send you here. I'm
trying to help you.

NICK
Don't be insecure, Doc. You're a big
help.

Nick picks up a book of Freud.

NICK (cont'd)
He was a coke addict, you know.

DR. WOODSEN
You think you can come in here with that
cute little smirk on your face and try
and flirt with me. It doesn't work,
Nick.

NICK
It works a little.

DR. WOODSEN
No it doesn't. I see right through you.

NICK
You do?

DR. WOODSEN
I hope for your sake you grow out of
this immature phase. It's going to get
you into trouble.

NICK
Well, you don't have to get nasty about
it.

Nick approaches a photo on her desk and picks it up.

DR. WOODSEN
My daughter, Ashlee.

NICK
Yummy.

DR. WOODSEN
Don't even think about it. Ashlee is an
exceptionally well rounded young
woman, who happens to be attending
Princeton this fall. She's way too
smart to fall for your line of b.s.

NICK
Really? Care to make a wager on that?

DR. WOODSEN
Good luck, Nick.

NICK
What, nervous I'm going to win?

DR. WOODSEN
Would you please leave.

Nick puts on his glasses and leaves.

DR. WOODSEN (cont'd)
Asshole.

The doctor stews for a moment, then reaches into her
desk, sifts through some papers where she finds a pack of
Benson & Hedges and lights one up. She looks at the photo
of her daughter, then hits the speaker phone and dials.

DR. WOODSEN (cont'd)
Ashlee, it's mom.

INTERCUT WITH:

3 INT. ASHLEE'S BEDROOM - DAY 3

ASHLEE, Doctor Woodsen's daughter sits at her desk,
crying while holding the phone.

ASHLEE
Hi, mom.

DR. WOODSEN
Honey, is something wrong?

Ashlee cries for a moment.

ASHLEE
He told me he loved me and I believed
him.

DR. WOODSEN
Who told you?

ASHLEE
You don't know him. I'm so stupid.

She continues to cry.

DR. WOODSEN
Alright honey, just calm down, take a deep
breath, and step out of the circle.

ASHLEE
Would you cut the psycho babble bullshit,
mom. There's pictures of me on the internet.

WE PAN OVER TO HER COMPUTER CONSOLE. CLOSE ON: COMPUTER
MONITOR - A nudie web-sight. The title reads "Ivy League
Bound." Beneath the caption is a photo of Ashlee tied to
a bed and smiling with a Princeton banner covering her
privates.

DR. WOODSEN
What kind of pictures?

ASHLEE
Nudie pictures, what do you think?

DR. WOODSEN
Jesus Christ, how can you be so
stupid?

ASHLEE
I don't know. He was just so charming.
All he did was talk about how I had
killer legs and how we wanted to
photograph them. Things just got out
of hand from there.
(she hears the phone drop)
Mom? Are you there? Mom?
(screaming)
Mother!!!!

4 INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY 4

Doctor Woodsen bolts out of her office and spots
Nick standing in the elevator.

DR. WOODSEN
You son of a bitch.

Doctor Woodsen races down the hall pushing several
people out of her way. Nick stares at her
expressionless as the elevator doors close.

DR. WOODSEN (cont'd)
You're gonna pay for this you little
shit. You hear me.

A DENTIST peers outside of his office to see what's
going on. He exchanges looks with Doctor Woodsen.

DR. WOODSEN (cont'd)
Fuck off, Harold.

He gasps.

5 EXT. VALENSI TOWNHOUSE - DAY 5

A METER MAID is writing a ticket on a car when a Porsche
pulls up in front of the townhouse and parks in a red
zone. Nick steps out of the car and walks up the
steps to the townhouse.

METER MAID
You can't park there.

Nick turns to her and sneers. He takes out a wad of
money and shoves it in her breast pocket before entering
the townhouse.

8 INT. VALENSI TOWNHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 8

An enormous living room by Manhattan standards, with a
view that overlooks the park. Eclectic art from around
the world emphasize the Valensi's passion for travel.

SU ANN, the Valensi's housekeeper sets a tray of sushi
in front of -

JAMIE MCQUEEN, a seventeen year old porcelain
skinned WASP with all the grooming you could want in an
East Coast child. She sits with a forced smile on her
face and listens attentively as -

BUNNY APPLEBY, a forty year old nouveau-riche socialite
talks incessantly. JACKIE APPLEBY, her beautiful
teenage daughter, sits by her side. She wears a T-shirt
with a Kangaroo on it.

MRS. APPLEBY
I can't tell you how happy we are that
Jackie is going to be attending Oakwood with you
this fall. You've always been an
inspiration to Beau and I on raising
her. We just hope she can rise to the
high standards which you've set for
her.

JAMIE
I'll do my best.

Su Ann pours a dish of soy sauce in front of Jamie.

JAMIE (cont'd)
(to Su Ann, in Mandarin)
Thank you, Su Ann. That will be
all.

Su Ann leaves.

JACKIE
What was that?

JAMIE
I was thanking her. Mandarin is such a
beautiful language.

MRS. APPLEBY (cont'd)
Jamie is a straight A student at
Oakwood as well as being President of
the French Club. Listen to whatever
she has to say and you'll go far.

JAMIE
(in French)
You're too kind.

MRS. APPLEBY
How do you do it? I mean with all peer pressuring
that goes on in high school. Where
do you get your strength?

JAMIE
I know this sounds corny, but whenever
I feel temptations of peer pressure,
I...
(takes out her crucifix)
turn to God and he helps me through the
problem. Call me an anachronism, but
it works.

MRS. APPLEBY
That's beautiful.

JACKIE
What are the boys like?

MRS. APPLEBY
Jackie, is that the best you can do?
(to Jamie)
You must forgive her, Jamie. She's never
been in a co-educational atmosphere before.

JAMIE
Don't worry, it's totally understandable.
Most of the boys that matriculate at Oakwood
are very upstanding gentleman, however
there are the occasional bad apples.

MRS. APPLEBY
Like your step-brother Nick. I can't
believe they didn't expel him after what he
did to the school nurse.

NICK (O.S.)
I heard she's recovering quite well.

Mrs. Appleby turns to see Nick standing in the
doorway. He walks over and takes a seat.

NICK (cont'd)
Nice to see you again, Mrs. Appleby.

MRS. APPLEBY
You remember my daughter, Jackie.

NICK
My, what an adorable shirt you're
wearing.

JACKIE
My father just took me on a trip to Australia.

NICK
How are things down under? Blossoming I hope.

JAMIE
Jackie's attending Oakwood in the fall.

NICK
Outstanding.

JACKIE
What year are you in?

NICK
I'm what you would call a fifth year senior.

JACKIE
But I thought high school is only four years.

NICK
It is, unless you're a fuck up, like myself.

He winks at Jackie.

MRS. APPLEBY
I think we'll be going now.
(to Jamie)
Thanks for all your help.

Jamie stands and approaches Jackie.

JAMIE
I'll call you later and we'll get together
and plan your curriculum.

JACKIE
Thanks.
(to Nick)
Nice meeting you.

NICK
Ciao.

MRS. APPLEBY
Let's go, Jackie. Now!

Jackie follows Mrs. Appleby out the door. Jamie
closes the door behind them.

NICK
Do you care to tell me what Mrs. White-trash
and her stupid daughter are doing in my
house?

JAMIE
I'm just taking the poor girl under my wing.

Jamie sits on the sofa next to Nick. She unscrews
her crucifix. The top part becomes a small spoon and the
bottom part a small vial of coke.

JAMIE (cont'd)
The parental units called while you were out.

NICK
Lovely. How is your gold digging whore of a
mother enjoying Bali? Zipping through my
inheritance per usual?

JAMIE
Hopefully, though she suspects that your
decrepit alcoholic father is diddling the
maid.

Jamie uses her crucifix as a coke-spoon and snorts a
bump.

JAMIE (cont'd)
What's wrong with you today? Therapy not
going well?

NICK
It was fine.

He leaps off the sofa and starts to pace.

NICK (cont'd)
I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid
Manhattan Debutantes.

He walks over to the wall where nude Botticelli hangs.

NICK (cont'd)
Nothing shocks them anymore.

NICK (cont'd)
I'm beginning to feel like I'm losing my
touch.

JAMIE
Oh, poor baby. Well you can relax. I have
a mission for you.

NICK
What?

9 EXT. PARK - DAY 9

RYAN WALDORF, an Aryan seventeen year old preppy, wears
a Polo sweater with an American Flag.

JAMIE (V.O.)
You know Ryan Waldorf, son of Garret
Waldorf?

Jamie steps into frame and embraces him. She is wearing
the same sweater. He kisses her forehead and messes
up her hair.

NICK (V.O.)
You mean the Nazi who dumped you over Fourth
of July Weekend?

10 INT. VALENSI TOWNHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 10

Jamie throws a sushi at him. Nick catches it.

JAMIE
He didn't dump me. We had a parting of
the ways.

Nick stares her down.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Alright he dumped me.

He smiles, then swallows the sushi.

11 EXT. PUBLIC PARKING GARAGE/INT. RYAN' S CAR - NIGHT 11

A drunk Ryan sits in the driver's side and takes a final
swig from his flask. He quickly passes out.

JAMIE (V.O.)
I went to great lengths to please Ryan.
Huge sacrifices were made on my part to
keep him happy.

Jamie rises up INTO FRAME, looks at Ryan and scowls.

NICK(V.O.)
Swallow?

She spits on him, then wipes her mouth.

JAMIE (V.O.)
What do you think?

Jamie sprays her mouth with Binaca.

NICK (V.O.)
Sorry.

12 INT. VALENSI TOWNHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 12

JAMIE
In any event, my feelings were hurt when I
learned that he had fallen for someone else.
Someone chaste... pure... innocent.

NICK
You don't mean?

13 EXT. PARK - DAY 13

Jackie turns toward the camera, while eating a double scoop
ice cream cone and wearing a Mickey Mouse Club hat.

JAMIE (V.O.)
None other than Jackie Appleby.

She takes a lick of the ice cream, which falls off the cone.
She mouths the word "shoot" and stomps her feet

14 INT. VALENSI TOWNHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 14

Nick snickers.

JAMIE
I don't find this very funny,

NICK
So that's what this is all about.
(imitating Jamie)
We'll get together and plan your
curriculum.

JAMIE
Keep your friends close and your
enemies closer. When I get through
with her, she'll be the premier Blow
Job Queen of the Tri-State area and
poor little Ryan's heart will be
shattered.

NICK
Why go through Jackie? Why not just
attack Ryan?

JAMIE
Because if there's an attack made on
Ryan it could be traced back to me.
I can't allow that to happen.
Everybody loves me and I intend to
keep it that way.

NICK
I see your point... though why should
I care?

JAMIE
I need you to seduce our young Jackie.
Introduce her to your world of
decadence and debauchery.

NICK
Sounds intriguing.

JAMIE
She's quite cute you know. Young
supple breasts, a tight firm ass and
an uncharted pootie.

Nick watches Jamie rub herself. He licks his
lips.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Be her Captain Picard, Valensi.
Boldly go where no man has gone
before.

Nick places his hand over Jamie's as she continues
to rub herself. He thinks for a moment, then:

NICK
I can't.

Jamie throws his hand off of hers.

JAMIE
Why not?

NICK
Oh come on, Jamie. It's too easy.
"But I thought high school was only
four years." I mean, please. She knows
nothing. She's seen nothing. I could
have her under the table at Au Bar
sucking me off before the appetizer
arrived. Go get one of those moron
friends of yours to do it. I have a
reputation to uphold.

JAMIE
Oh but diddling the therapist's
daughter is a challenge?

NICK
That was just simple revenge. What I
have planned requires sheer genius.

He takes a magazine and throws it on the table. Jamie
picks it up. It's the latest issue of "Seventeen."

JAMIE
I'm not interested in the latest dating
tips from Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

NICK
Shut up and turn to page 64.

She turns to the page. INSERT MAGAZINE ARTICLE: The title
reads: A VIRGIN'S MANIFESTO. "Why I Plan To Wait
Until Marriage," by Odette Valentine. Age 17. California
City, California.

JAMIE
Jesus Christ, is she for real?

NICK
Oh yes. I've read it over and over again.
This baby's the real deal. Daddy's little
angel. A paradigm of chastity and
virtue.

JAMIE
B.F.D. What do you plan to do? Fly to
California and woo little Mary.

NICK
It just so happens we're not in California
anymore. Our little angel's father has
accepted the new headmaster position at
Oakwood. She's staying with my aunt up
in Connecticut while Daddy sells his
house. Can you imagine what this would
do for my reputation? Screwing the new
headmaster's virginal daughter before
school starts? It will be my greatest
victory.

JAMIE
You don't stand a chance. Even this is
out of your league.

NICK
Care to make a wager on that?

JAMIE
I'll think about it...

NICK
Oh well, duty calls. Time to add another
chapter to my work of art.

He holds up a leather bound JOURNAL.

JAMIE
Oh gee, your journal. Could you be more
queer?

NICK
Could you be more desperate to read it?

Nick stands to leave and heads to the door.

JAMIE
Oh Nick. About that little wager
of yours.

He stops.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Count me in.

NICK
What are the terms?

JAMIE
If you lose, then that hot little Porsche
of yours is mine.

NICK
And if I win?

She approaches him.

JAMIE
I'll give you something you've been
jerking off about ever since our parents
got married.

NICK
Be more specific.

JAMIE
In English.
(whispers in his ear)
I'll fuck your brains out.

NICK
What makes you think I'd go for that
bet? That's a seventy thousand dollar
car.

JAMIE
Because I'm the only person you can't
have, and it kills you.

Nick sneers at her.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Do we have a deal?

NICK
No way, that car means everything to
me.

She kisses him and licks her tongue over his lips.

JAMIE
(whispering)
You can put it anywhere.

NICK
Even there?

JAMIE
(baby talk)
It would feel so yummy.

Nick hesitates, then shakes her hand.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Happy hunting.

To be continued...

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