HER NAME IS ANGELICA

By

Emma Smith

Copyright© EMMA SMITH emmasmithproductions@gmail.com

PRODUCTIONS
INT. STUDIO - DAY

White text outshining darkness reads, 1991.

White background, camera equipment everywhere, two chairs.

ANGELICA, blonde, gorgeous, but just as well nervous and
innocent looking, sits down, followed by BIANCA, brunette, a
light to the screen

ANGELICA (CELEB)
UM, thank you for having us.

BIANCA
Yeah we are so happy to be hear, the
atmosphere for this film has been
electric. Honestly like we just feel
great being here.

As BIANCA talks, we have close ups of Angelica’s,

nervousness. Her lips shaking, eyes flushing. Cheeks
brighter.

We hear a mumble from the interviewer.

ANGELICA (CELEB)
What about the stalker?,… um I don’t
have any comments about it.

Bianca seems nervous all suddenly.

ANGELICA (CELEB)
I don’t want to talk about that. (a
bit louder) I really don’t want to
talk about it.

BIANCA
Yeah, can we cut the camera’s?

TITLE CARD, HER NAME IS ANGELICA

ROLL OPENING CREDITS.

INT. TEENAGE BEDROOM - EVENING

That typical girls teenage room, makeup desk, double bed.

Pictures and posters on the wall. Oh wait, they have sayings
written on them. "Revolution?" Ambient lighting with a hint
of purple.

Angelica stumbles into the room. Almost bashes into the wall
by the window, and slides down the wall onto the floor.

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ANGELICA, A teenage girl, brunette, covered in bruises all

over her arms, ratty clothing. Hair tied into a ponytail with
messed up makeup. Reeks of cheap liquor.

She picks up the handmade zine next to her with the writing
of "Concert this Friday, Retro Atlantic, Let's take the
Revolution".

Some time passes by.

JUMP CUT, Angelica lying on the floor, waking up from a nap,

with one eye open, she turns on the radio next to her bed.

RADIO PRESENTER
Hello, and welcome to this evening's
radio show and boy do we have some
great things happening in Hollywood
today. I got to interview THE Angelica
Harding along with Bianca Chaplin.
Just take a listen to that sweet
voice.

ANGELICA (CELEB) CONT'D

What about the stalker?,… um I don’t
have any comments about it.

The radio begins to muffle a bit. Almost losing connection.

As Angelica listens to this, she rolls over to the other side

of the bed and sighs. Listening to the celebrities voice as
though it is gospel.

RADIO PRESENTER
Due to unexpected issues in the
studio, we had to end the conversation
early,....

Angelica becomes annoyed. She slams the radio off. Rubbing

her face in annoyance.

INT. TEENAGE BEDROOM - MORNING

MATCH CUT to Angelica waking up. drool spilling out of her

mouth, onto the pillow. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. She
opens her eyes as a sharp beam of light hits her face.

Her hand follows the radio as she turns it on.

RADIO PRESENTER
GOOD Morning Oxfordshire, and welcome
to the Richard Radio show. Now today

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we are starting out with some

interesting weather,..

Angelica rolls over similar to the night before, repeating

the same emotions.

EXT. FRONT STOOP - MORNING

Quiet neighbourhood, Angelica sitting in front of her house,

on the stoop, newspaper in her hand, zine in the other. All
piling in front of her. A Red lollipop in her mouth. Same
clothes from the night before, ratty as ever. Not a care in
the world. Her hand follows the writing on the page, as we
meet the article with a photo of Angelica Harding on the
front.

CLOSE OF NEWSPAPER COVER - Fast motion to a MATCH CUT of this

newspaper on the screen. A picture of Angelica Harding on the
front cover with the words 'STALKER' right next to it.

Tracing the words of,..

"For the last few months, the rising

star has been followed by Steven
Willow. A 20 year old, male who has
been showing up at her house for
months on end. The celebrity has been
in contact with the police,..."

CLOSE OF ZINE

Tracing the handmade carved letters from old magazines,

pictures, signs.

"Angelica Harding is in need for

justice. Are we going to let these men
stalk us?"

INT. TEENAGE BEDROOM - EVENING

Angelica laying on her bed, trying to fall asleep but her

eyes are wide open.

The room is silent. She rolls over and turns on the radio.
She stays there for a beat. Music begins to play on the
radio.

As we listen, we trace back to Angelica Harding. the familiar

close shots of her mouth, her eyes, her breath. They all feel
like a fantasy inside Angelica's head. It feels so real. A
motion of scenes appear in a montage. One taking up a square

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on screen, slowly filling up the screen with power.

Angelica sitting at her messy dressing table. Putting on

makeup. And the wig. then the nails. Don't forget the
clothes. Her contact lenses, plastic as ever. A knife with
red glitter?

Angelica laying on red floor, pearls in her hands, like

Marilyn Monroe's iconic photoshoot in the 60's.

The beat of the music picks up quickly, and so does the

images. It all pieces together. THE PLAN

With a paper in front of her.

CLOSE OF PAPER, PLAN. HUNT. KILL.

CLOSE OF ZINE with bold lettering of old magazine letters.

"this male stalker needs his ending.

Justice for Angelica Harding"

The music ends with a high note. With satisfaction. Angelica

smiles. laying on her bed. A clear vision.

LIGHTSHADE SWITCHES OFF.

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INT. TEENAGE BEDROOM - EARLY AFTERNOON

NOTEBOOK in Angelica's hand. She writes off all the names of

different rising stars in the industry that she can think of.
One of which is Bianca Chaplin's, name in bold.

Appearing on her lap is the phone book. Quite large, she

handles it with struggle. Next to her, a vintage red wire
phone. She reaches for it with with a pencil in her mouth.

Tracing down the page with her finger, we see Bianca

Chaplin's name, and next to it her phone number.

Angelica reaches in the air with excitement, till there is

another five numbers to the similar name, while trying to not
fall off the bed. She runs the numbers on the phone.

Jump cut to Angelica lying on her back. The last number to

try.

The phone rings, and gets answered.

ANGELICA
Hi, is this Bianca? Yeah this is

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Angelica.

BECKY
Oh hey! Sorry Bianca, is busy right
now, I am her assistant Becky. Aren't
you coming to the party this evening?
I think she is going to be there. She
still hasn't made up her mind yet, I
guess.

ANGELICA
Yeah that sounds good. Where is it
again?

BECKY
Uhh, let me see... 23 Walter Street.
Also brings some drinks with you.
Thanks.

Phone Hangs up. Angelica, the utmost shock in her eyes. She
puts the phone down.

ClOSE OF NOTEBOOK with the list of names, with the last one
of Bianca, gets circled in bright red marker.

EXT. GARDEN PATIO - AFTERNOON

WE FADE IN on the exterior patio of a kind of posh like

house. The only thing corrupting the space is silence.
_______ A
card:

MAY 1991

The ultimate different view to what we as outsiders envision

a celebrity get together to be. We all think it is hustle and
bustle, but no, this back garden was left empty. A few MINOR
CELEBRITIES, nothing special. All gathering around the
outdoor seating area, glass table filled with drinks and
party supplies, lollipops in an ash tray, imitating
charcoaled cigarettes.

Another thing we noticed is how bland everyone looks. Yes,

sparkly, sequin dressed on the ladies, about four of them to
be exact, counterpart to them are three males. All in white
dress shirts, fancy clothing, yet they seem bland in
expressions.

___________
The silence still gets to us, but becomes disrupted with
Angelica stumbling through the side door. Becky approaches
her. In her hands, something we haven't seen before, Large
plastic bottles of different colours of sodas. No labels.

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Just different colours of liquids.

BECKY
You alright, I'm Becky

Becky shakes Angelica's hand.

ANGELICA
Where's --

BECKY
Should be here in an hour. Make
yourself at home

Angelica walks around the corner. No one bothers to get up.

Making her way, there isn't any seating on the couch left,
she takes a seat onto the chair on the opposite side.

OLLIE
Weren't you the one working with
Bianca?

ANGELICA
(takes a sip out of a wine glass)
yeah.

OLLIE
Where is she then?

ANGELICA
I don't know.

RUTH
Ollie be nice

OLLIE
(sarcastically)
Sorry my bad,... do you want to know
something, I haven't actually watched
that film. Becky talked about you
being here.

RUTH
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OLLIE!

CLOSE OF Angelica's foot _________________

tapping the floor.

OLLIE
No but really, you look like one of
this girls, on the streets.

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SOPHIE
What's that supposed to mean Ollie?

OLLIE
All I am saying is those type,
whoever. Like a movement or whatever.
They're causing problems for my music
buddies and I.

MAX
What's that girl's name, um...
Kathleen Hanna, in the states. She's
like their leader.

SKY, tall, long haired dude. Probably an actor, or a model,

who cares, pours from a bottle Angelica brought. In the midst
of this conversation, CLOSE OF ANGELICA'S EYES -- she
notices.

RUTH
I heard she broke a mans ribs at some
concert. Pathetic really. He wasn't
doing anything, just staring.

All silence on Angelica fatal front. She breaks it.

___________

ANGELICA
Yeah he did. Kathleen didn't want him
staring.

OLLIE
She was asking for it.

ANGELICA
Short skirt is asking for it?

SKY
Guys

ANGELICA OLLIE
Not now! Not now!

RUTH
Maybe you should leave!

ANGELICA
Maybe this white shirt is asking for
it? Yeah, __________
SCREW YOU!

Broken glass hits the floor. Everyone turns. Silence hits for
a beat.

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MAX
He's a drug addict. Maybe that's it?

INT. TEENAGE BEDROOM - EVENING

ANGELICA stumbles into her room, not aware of anything around

her. It is all a blur. She sits down. Teary eyes, smudged
makeup.

She picks up the zine on the floor next to her.

ANGELICA
(pain in the back of her throat)
I can’t do this anymore...Who am I?

She looks up. Her makeup smudges even more, Pressing the zine
against her face. Tears are at the edge.

ANGELICA on the floor, tears leave her eyes.

JUMP CUT -- a birthday cake right in front of her. Candles

are lit. Chocolate decorations cover the cake completely. We
meet Angelica's eyes. Tear marks below her eyes shines
darkness. She stares at this cake.

A birthday letter, in her hands, which reads,...

Happy birthday, my sweet Riley. Have

the best birthday ever. Love Mum and
Dad X

ANGELICA
(tear roles down her face)

My name isn't Riley.

White letters, overshine darkness.

1992.

Board lit with fairy lights, an entire map lit with pins and
marking different areas where Angelica has seen to be at.

_____________
Music playing from the similar radio we have seen before.
Playing similar beats we have heard before.

All nostalgia becomes disrupted.

RADIO PRESENTER
Well the music has been fun but we
having some disheartening news to

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share with you all this evening.

Angelica Harding, the rising star this
industry has ever seen has been
pronounced dead this afternoon due to
being stabbed by a man who has
apparently been following miss,
Harding for years,...

Angelica turns off the radio. Shock.

ANGELICA
MOTHER, WHAT TH---
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