HER NAME IS ANGELICA

By

Emma Smith

Copyright© EMMA SMITH emmasmithproductions@gmail.com

PRODUCTIONS
TITLE QUOTE, over darkness reads:

"calling all grrrls and women! RIOT GRRRL is here"

MONTAGE OF old recognisable 80's and 1990 pop culture

references, TV recordings playing back as though it feels
current. They all move fast, switching channels. Glitch on
screen between each channel.

INT. STUDIO - DAY

White background, camera equipment everywhere, two chairs.

Nothing more but silence.
________

Camera's rolling, two girls sit down. To the left, ANGELICA

HARDING, early 20's, blonde, gorgeous, but just as well
nervous, sits down, followed by BIANCA CHAPLIN, early 20's as
well, brunette.

WRITTEN on screen, in Grainy text, their names. Both girls

are a light to the screen.

ANGELICA HARDING
UM, thank you for having us.

BIANCA CHAPLIN
Yeah, exciting times.

CLOSE OF Angelica’s, nervousness. Her lips shaking, eyes

flushing. Cheeks brighter.

HARSH CUT

ANGELICA HARDING BIANCA CHAPLIN

(looks at Bianca) (cuts in)
I think we both grew up in
London didn't we? ____ like I was born in
Yeah
Manchester. I moved here to
London when I was around --
5 years old.

HARSH CUT

ANGELICA HARDING
I really loved making this film. It
had more female voices, and I think
we're closer to making a bigger
impact.

Running _________
TV STATIC, it suddenly turns off.

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A TITLE over darkness:

"LONDON, 1990"

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

MUSIC blasts from a Radio. We are now in a teenage bedroom,

where a YOUNG WOMAN in ratty black clothing, writing all over
her chest and hands, and a red hoodie, dances for a moment
and sits down against the wall -- with a wide smile on her
face. Plastic bottle half filled of some coloured liquid made
with who knows what, in her hands.

Her energy owns the room -- taking off her hoodie, as though
she spent the night elsewhere, around town. Revealing more
written marker -- tattoos. "Kathleen Hanna is our goddess",
we travel down her arm revealing, "Angelica Harding" with a
heart around it,

She goes by the name of ANGELICA. Brunette, probably 17, not

to be confused with the celeb, they look nothing a like. She
pops a lollipop into her mouth, half already consumed as she
looks down as a handcrafted magazine, called - zines back
then. These aren't typical magazines. Cut out letters
assembled in the order spelling out "The Revolution is here,
RIOT GRRRL fandom". Picking up another one, Angelica sticks
the lollipop on her chest as a makeshift placeholder, next to
the lipstick stains.

CLOSE OF THE ZINE, next to Angelica, as she takes a deep

breath.

-- we FADE OUT... to a TITLE CARD over black:

"HER NAME IS ANGELICA"

ROLL OPENING CREDITS.

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - DAY

Angelica RISES awake. Has only been asleep for a few hours.
Not looking too great -- she looks towards the shard of
light, then to the radio. This room is not your typical
teenage room. Yes, there is posters, books, and a vanity. But
take a closer look. Those posters have eyes. Take a step back
-- Angelica Harding?

Angelica __________________
slams the radio on --- then turns over, exhausted.

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Radio turns on.

_______________

RADIO PRESENTER (V.O)

Good morning to the broadcast this
morning, and welcome to the first
segment today, called "What's
_______________
going on
in Hollywood". As you know the popular
_____________
film of the year, _______
"Bravo", with our
very own rising star, Angelica
Harding, along with Bianca Chaplin is
an absolute treat in this film.

EXT. BACK GARDEN PATIO - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - DAY

Typical home garden of sorts, lawn chair on grass. Angelica

sits with a newspaper in hand. Bare feet, resting on top of
another chair across her existing one. Half peeled clementine
on her leg. Not a care in the world.

CON'D _____________
Radio Segment, Angelica flips a page, we follow her
finger down the page, and onto the celebrity's face with the
caption -- "Our rising star, Angelica Harding, isn't safe".

CLOSE OF words, "male stalker, Cris Anderson, on the hunt".

Stuffing her face with clementines. She leans forward. Her

face drops in agony.

ANGELICA
(mouth full)
WHAT THE?!!!!

RADIO PRESENTER (V.O)

But enough of that. We are tuning into
today's music of the day with this
lead hit, Heavy Rain by Adomania.

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

CUT TO Angelica -- sitting in front of the vanity mirror. A

single tear running down her face. __________________
Radio Blasts away.

WE CUT TO THE POSTERS -- with Angelica Harding's face on

them. Slightly losing it's stickiness on the walls, by the
second, written on them, "Rising star".

WE CUT TO NOTEBOOK ON TABLE -- written multiple times, "I

love Angelica Harding", next to them, a pile of newspapers,
with other old newspapers with Angelica Harding's face on
them, or old news headlines regarding the films she's in --
also written on them, "Rising Star".

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BACK TO ANGELICA - Her reflection in the mirror, beside her

on the mirror -- stuck to it, a photo of Angelica Harding.

CUT TO ANGELICA -- laying on the bed, takes a deep breath.

ANGELICA
(mumbles to herself)
Follow the music -- Follow the love --
Follow the stars.

-- WE CUT TO -- glow in the dark sticker stars, the type you

had as a kid, all over the wall, leading up to the ceiling.

BACK TO ANGELICA -- at the vanity, invested in her looks, she

slips a long, blonde wig on her head, looks horrible.

ANGELICA
(in tears, points to herself)
You are the STAR.

-- CUT TO STARS -- leading down towards, the pictures.

-- BACK TO NOTEPAD -- with the name Angelica Harding written

already. Angelica picks up the pen, and writes, "I am
Angelica". She wipes the tears from her face.

She rips off wig.

TITLE over darkness, reads, in Roman numerals: "I", followed

by "FIND"

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Nothing around but Angelica sitting in front of a board, lit

with fairy lights across the boarders of it, glowing. It
consists with maps, pins at different locations, and
notecards with notes relating to Angelica's whereabouts.

Tapping her pen, Angelica sits there mind boggled.

WE CUT TO -- Angelica laying in her bed, newspapers all

around her. Fizzy drink cans, acting like curlers for her
hair. A lollipop in her mouth already.

MONTAGE of different phone calls, some of them, we hear her

speak, the others, are soundless.

ANGELICA
Hi, How are ya! -- ______
No, no wait! --

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Yeah, um, I was wondering if you had.

Phone call CUTS off.

Please let me go, yes, I am THE

Angelica, -- ,Harding
_______. I am IN the
film.

None of them worked. CUT TO -- List of printed numbers, all

crossed off.

WE CUT TO -- Angelica laying on the floor. She has fully

given up. Awkwardly, her head lifts to see a zine next to
her.

CLOSE OF ZINE - written in black and white, "Riot Grrrls, we

want the revolution". It serves as a reminder. She rolls
over, and looks up.

CLOSE UP OF -- THE STARS!

EXT. FRONT STOOP - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - DAY

Bare feet, ratty clothing, familiar to the eye. Angelica sits

there, reading a new paper that just came in. She flips the
page, revealing --

""

The biggest smile hits her face, with tears of joy --

Ecstatic!

RADIO PRESENTER (V.O)

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

WE CUT TO -- MONTAGE OF ANGELICA -- Getting ready, lipstick

rubbed onto her lips. Contacts being carefully stuck onto her
eyeballs. Curling her lashes with a regular curler. One lick
of her lollipop, as she stares at herself.

WE CUT TO -- her laying in this imagination she brought to us

-- Red material below her, as she lays their in excitement,
and nostalgia for wanting more -- pearls in her mouth, this
soft glow reaches us, like Marilyn Monroe's iconic photoshoot
in the 60's.

-- WE CUT TO -- her hand with these pearls.

CLOSE UP OF -- Angelica doing her eyeliner with a knife in

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her hand.

-- WE CUT TO -- Angelica all finished. She sits there upon

her reflection. Is this her new identity? Trying to practice,
Her fake smile -- Tears start rolling down her cheek.
Surprised, she finds new bruises on her arms. She tries to
cover them up with that liquid makeup.

FLASHBACK TO -- the bruises she had before.

ANGELICA
(carefully, wipes her tears)
Follow the stars, Angelica. (Leans in)
You are the star.

Title over darkness, reads: "II", followed by "THE HUNT"

EXT. RANDON FIELD - AFTERNOON

WE FADE IN on an midday, afternoon, sunlit field. First thing

we notice is the _______
silence. A card:

"APRIL, 1991"

Another thing we notice is a group of young celebrity's and

maybe an assistant there to, all dressed up in sequins, and
satin. Half-empty plastic bottle's with different colour
sodas, laying next to them.

Some of them have lollipops in there mouths. Angelica appears

-- in her "celebrity type clothes" straight from the depths
of her closet, yet she still doesn't seem different from what
we have seen her in. JESS, perhaps early 20's -- Brunette,
long hair, doll eyes, all fancy looking, approaches her with
the biggest smile.

JESS
(confused)
Are you THE Angelica?

ANGELICA
Yeah I am!

JESS
Well I'm Jess, let's meet the others
shall we.

Jess gesturing to walk with her.

-- CUT TO WIDE SHOT -- Jess unexpectedly, throws her arms in

the air.

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JESS
(Throws her hands in the air)
YOU GUYS!! Guess who finally decided
to arrive! WHOOO!!!!

They all stare at Angelica. Three dudes, all in a dress

shirts, fancy black trousers -- and four girls -- all dressed
in their party attire, sequins, glitter eyeshadow, all
gorgeous. Not much of a reaction from them -- Angelica's
smile quickly retracts.

CLOSE UP OF ALEXANDER -- tall, brunette hair with bit of

blonde, maybe early 20's.

ALEXANDER
Angelica is it?

ANGELICA
Um, yeah.

ALEXANDER
(charming)
I'm Alexander by the way.

JESS ANGELICA
He acts, we all do. So, Yeah, gonna be a good one.
excited for tonight?

MICHAEL
(relaxed, unbothered)
Don't get your hopes up. It's gonna be
just like last year, and the year
before that.

MICHEAL lays down -- dark brunette hair, glasses, on his

face. Lollipop in his mouth -- WE CUT TO -- Angelica, takes a
sip from the bottle of the unknown.

ANGELICA
Isn't Bianca supposed to be here?

JESS
Jas? Aren't you friends her?

JASMINE
Little bit, she's only coming tonight
though.

SILENCE. They all stare at each other.

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MICHAEL
AGH, Can't wait to see __
Bi. She's gonna
look gorgeous though.

BRADY ALEXANDER
Like her looks don't you? Don't be silly, Brady.
Doesn't personality matter? (leans over)

Personality doesn't get you

anywhere.

Silence. Angelica turns -- sees one of the girls, not a care

in the world, hoping for a reaction. Angelica downs a sip
from the bottle.

ANGELICA
And a girl's supposed to dress for
you?

MICHAEL
Yeah, I picked her outfit.

ALEXANDER
She'd be lost without him. All girls
would be.

-- WIDE SHOT OF the other girls next to him, practically

hanging onto Alexander.

Jess leans towards Angelica.

JESS
(whispers)
Don't worry, he doesn't mean it.

ALEXANDER MICHAEL
(shouting out) Wow, under my nose this
whole time.
The hell I do, haven't you
seen her.

JASMINE
(making fun of him)
Alex has a crush!

MICHAEL
(shouting out)
You ________
ACTUALLY kidding me _________
RIGHT NOW!

-- CUT TO SALT PACKET, teared open, and poured open into a

glass.

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MICHAEL (CONT'D)
Bianca was missing the other night,
(looks up) and ____________
you were too.

BRADY
(holding onto Michael)
Guys!

MICHAEL
Back stabbing piece of --

Jess cuts Michael off. Angelica sits there quietly.

JESS
Enough!

-- WE CUT TO -- Brady taking a sip from THE glass.

ALEXANDER
she wanted a part in my Dad's film, so
she asked me.

MICHAEL
One thing led to another huh? Rot in
hell!

BRADY ALEXANDER
Guys, Guys, Guys! SHUT UP! I didn't MEAN for
it to happen.

JASMINE
It just did?

ALEXANDER
Yeah.

Another beat. We hear a drop of a body. Brady's body.

Everyone looks over to Brady, UNCONSCIOUS.

ALEXANDER / MICHAEL
(standing over brady)
________
BRADY!!!

Jas slaps his cheek, hoping against hope. NOTHING.

ON the rest of their reactions -- WE CUT TO Angelica --

taking a sip from the bottle.

-- WE MATCH CUT TO:

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INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Angelica taking a sip from a glass, laid in front of her, a

birthday cake, candles lit on it, Looking up, streamers,
Purple light. Everything a birthday is supposed to be, yet
has this lonely ambiance.

Angelica, sitting there alone. Running mascara down her face.

Hopeless. She picks up a card next to her, and opens it,
which reads:

"Happy Birthday Haley, Sorry we can't

be there. Have a fun time! xoxo Mum
and Dad"

-- CUT TO -- VANITY MIRROR, Angelica looking at her makeup

and hair, similar to what we have seen before. She begins to
laugh at her self. Faking a smile, yet tears running down her
face.

ANGELICA
You fooled them! You are the star!

-- CUT TO -- two salt packets on the table.

CUT TO BLACK -- Title over darkness, reads: "III", "THE

KILL", followed by "1992".

INT. BEDROOM - ANGELICA'S HOUSE - DAY

Similar sight to what we have seen before, Angelica laying in

her bed. Not looking too good, as usual. Shard of light hits
her face -- She looks at the radio -- back to her -- she
begins to let out her anger into the pillow, screaming.

She slams the radio, ON. She hits her head into the pillow.

A moment of SILENCE.

She turns on the radio.

RADIO PRESENTER (V.O)

Hello, to everyone listening at Radio
11. Unfortunately, the terrible news
has dropped on us today that one the
rising stars of today, Angelica
Harding has passed away due to – and
for those following this evil hearted
story, a male in their 20’s, Cris
Anderson, who has been found stabbing
Ms. Harding to death. He has been

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following Ms. Harding for about a year

and a half and has gone to extreme
lengths, finding Ms. Harding.

Angelica suddenly _____

stops the radio. _______
Silence rings. Face of
shock. She SPRINGS out of bed -- runs to the mirror, smudged
makeup across her face, the rest left on her pillow.

ANGELICA
MOTHER WHAT TH--

MUSIC CUTS Angelica off.

__________

WE CUT TO BLACK.

THE END

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