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Publicity!: (The Pilot Screenplay)

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Hey everyone! Thank you for downloading “Publicity!: Pilot: The Script”. I wrote this based on my series of the same name-which you can read and download for free- and I uploaded it to Amazon Studios but sadly they rejected it. So I decided what would be better than to upload it for free on Shakespir and let you all read it and who knows if maybe a Hollywood producer reads it and they want to reach out to me to make this a show. Hey I could dream!

I hope you all enjoy reading this, if you guys also read the series you will know many drastic changes between both.

Thank you again! Happy reading!

~ Edwin Betancourt

PUBLICITY!

“PILOT”

Written by

Edwin Betancourt

PUBLICITY!

“Pilot”

FADE IN:

EXT. THE STREETS OF SAN NEW CITY- MORNING

The city of San New is as bright as Los Angeles and as majestic and alluring as New York City.

We open up to a busy street filled with people rushing to get to work, people jogging, young children heading to school and tourists sightseeing.

LAUREL (V.O.)

This is San New City. The city is known to the Average Joe as the birthplace of Art, although many people have argued that’s not true. But for a Crisis Manager like myself, I know this city is filled with secrets. Secrets that are just tiny and innocent sparks waiting to become something bigger and deadlier. And it’s my job to make sure those sparks are put out at once. Because if I wait too long-

We approach the window of an electronic store and one of the displayed televisions is currently on the local news. On the screen was the headline:

“Grammy Award Winning Rapper Lil Holler Disgraces The Nation By Burning The American Flag!”

An image of LIL HOLLER (20’s), wearing a baseball cap while smiling and holding an American Flag engulfed in flames in his right hand, appears on the screen.

LAUREL (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Those sparks will become flames that even I will not be able to put out. This is my world. This is Publicity!

FADE OUT.

END OF TEASER

SCENE ONE

FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE OF PUBLICITY! AGENCYMORNING

We enter through the office of PUBLICITY! AGENCY where we pass by a waiting area filled with a row of empty chairs, a refrigerator, beautifully decorated chandeliers, mirrors and a large television screen hung up on the wall.

We move farther in and head towards a glass door where we see the name ‘LAUREL QUINN: CRISIS MANAGER on the door. We push the door open and meet LAUREL QUINN (early 30’s), Auburn shoulder length hair, wearing a black and white professional designer dress, stiletto heels and seated on a red and black throne like office chair.

She is seated behind a large desk covered with folders, a coffee mug and a computer in the far right corner. Behind her is a wall decorated with her many degrees, pictures of her with various celebrities and a large plasma television screen, which wasn’t on.

Seated in front of her desk on a black leather chair, we meet LIL HOLLER (20’s), wearing a baggy t-shirt, a gold chain hung around his neck and a fitted cap on his lap.

LAUREL taps her pen impatiently on the edge of her desk as LIL HOLLER looks down at his feet. It was evident from LAUREL’s body language that she was waiting for LIL HOLLER to say something, but he didn’t.

LAUREL

Should I explain why I called you down here or are you finally going to open up that mouth of yours and tell me yourself?

LIL HOLLER

(inhales deeply) Aight, so this is what had happened-

LAUREL

(slams her pen on the desk) This isn’t a press conference and I’m not interviewing you. So drop the ‘Lil Holler act’ and speak to me like Curtis Lucas, the 4.0 Harvard Graduate you are.

LIL HOLLER

(nods and sits up straight on the chair) My apologies Ms. Quinn. I sometimes forget when to turn off the persona.

LAUREL

That’s understandable. But for future references try to remember when and where to put on the Rapper façade, because one slip up and these media bloggers will expose the fact you weren’t born poor in the streets of Chicago and instead reveal you were actually born pretty wealthy in New Hampshire.

LIL HOLLER nods his head.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

Okay. So let’s talk about what the hell you were thinking when you decided to not only burn the American flag, but also take a stupid selfie doing it!

LIL HOLLER

I was protesting.

LAUREL

Protesting what exactly?

LIL HOLLER

Police Brutality and the Presidential Elect Victor Reber. I mean, who the hell votes for a racist?!

LAUREL

You couldn’t just create a fake profile on Twitter and share your opinion like everyone else does? No, instead you go and burn the American Flag, take a selfie doing it and then post it online!

LIL HOLLER

(bows his head in defeat)I know I screwed up but-

LAUREL

Screwed up?! (chuckles) No screwing up would be getting your back up dancer pregnant because you forgot a condom. What you did was manage to destroy everything you’ve been building for the past three years all with one stupid photo! Now I’m here to put the fire out-literally!

LIL HOLLER

(remorsefully) Look, Ms. Quinn I know how bad this is. I know that the entire nation hates me. But this is bigger than my fans or my music. I burnt that flag to show how fed up I am, that more than one hundred unarmed Black men are being shot dead in the streets on a weekly basis! You may not understand Ms. Quinn because this isn’t your fight, but I made my decision to do just that.

LAUREL

You’d be surprised at what I understand in life, Curtis. (beat) I get your motive behind it, I do. But there are other ways to protest the administration and Police Brutality.

Kneel during the National Anthem or text during the President’s State of The Union, I don’t care! Your actions may have been with great intentions but you went about it all wrong.

LIL HOLLER

If I’m not mistaken, the desecration of the flag is a legal act protected by the First Amendment. So unless President Reber intends to rewrite the Amendments during his first one hundred days, I will not face any jail time.

LAUREL

You aren’t facing any charges Curtis, right now the public and your ten million followers, aren’t seeing what you did as an act of protest. They’re looking at it as a sign of treason and they’re offended- which is ironic since all you rap about is killing snitches and calling us women ‘hoes’ and ‘sluts’.

LIL HOLLER

(angrily) So what do you want me to do? Huh? Retract the photo? Apologize to the White Man because I upset him? Apologize to the same country that gave up on my people?! (pauses briefly) Sorry Ms. Quinn but I’m not going to fix this!

LIL HOLLER stands up to his feet placing the cap on his head.

LIL HOLLER (CONT’D)

I want to thank you for being my Crisis Manager and fixing all the bullshit I have done in the past few years, but…this is something I refuse to have you fix. I am dedicated one hundred percent to my cause. If I lose fans, friends and family over this shit, then they are not people I want in my life.

LAUREL

(looks at Lil Holler and leans back in the chair) You’re really passionate about this cause?

LIL HOLLER

(nods) Yes Ma’am- I mean ‘Ms. Quinn’.

LAUREL

(smiles) I have never seen you so passionate about anything that wasn’t women, drugs or money. It’s refreshing. (beat) Might I suggest one thing?

LIL HOLLER nods.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

Scrap your next album completely. I’ll pay your label for any losses they may have. Tomorrow get your ass in a studio and work on a new album that is political, that shares your message with not only your fans but the world. I don’t want to hear anything about you banging sluts with a stack of millions, do you understand me?

LIL HOLLER

(surprised at the idea) That actually sounds like an amazing idea! I can call it ‘Inmate Woke’.

LAUREL

And to make it more effective and innovative, feature unsigned rappers who share the same passion as you. Not only will you win back your fans, you will win back the respect of everyone involved in your cause and in your community.

LIL HOLLER

(smiles) Damn Ms. Quinn! You sure you don’t wanna work as my agent?

LAUREL

(nods her head) Oh God no. I’ve seen how the music industry is and I will kill someone within the first twenty seconds.

LIL HOLLER

(chuckles) Thank you again Ms. Quinn for trying to help.

LAUREL

(sighs nodding) I trust you know what you’re doing. So either way this goes, you know where to find me.

LIL HOLLER

Yes I do.

LIL HOLLER waves at her and exits the office. LAUREL watches as LIL HOLLER leaves.

LAUREL

(shouts) Tony, can you come in here for a second?

We watch as TONY VINCETTI (mid 20’s-late 30’s), handsome, tall, British, some facial hair, wearing a black short sleeve button up shirt with a purple tie, jeans and combat boots; enters the room.

TONY

What’s up Quinn?

LAUREL

(picks up a pink and black mug from her desk) Did Jordan call to cancel or reschedule?

TONY

(shakes his head) Afraid not. But he did call to tell you Darlene Hart decided to push the interview for noon.

LAUREL

(shocked) Are you kidding me? That gives me less than three hours to make two complete strangers seem like a happy couple to a live audience!

TONY

Oh please Quinn, I’ve seen you do a lot worst in less time. Besides, they’re staying at the Golden Hotel, which is exactly fifteen minutes away. Just hop into your car and bloody drive. Just don’t park in front of the hotel, that’s where Steven Taylor stays and he is notorious for throwing furniture out of the window.

LAUREL takes a sip of coffee and nods her head slowly.

LAUREL

(sarcastically) Well that is definitely welcoming.

TONY

(laughs) Hey, it could be worst.

LAUREL

(places the mug down on her desk and gently bites her bottom lip) Close the office door; I have a side job for you.

TONY licks his lips and nods. He walks over to the door and closes it.

FADE OUT.

END OF SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO

FADE IN:

INT- IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE- MORNING

“Somewhere in Chicago”- APPEARS ON THE SCREEN.

We enter the warehouse, filled with boxes of unknown contents and six dead bodies of apparent drug dealers on the floor. We look over at a large table in the center of the warehouse and meet SLINKY (late 30’s- early 50’s), short, greasy hair, comic relief (think jester), a wooden toothpick is hanging out the corner of his mouth and he’s wearing a track suit; playing solitaire with bloodied cards. A few feet away from him we meet OLIVER MORALES (mid 30’s), handsome, tall, mysterious yet dangerous and he is cleaning his gun with a handkerchief.

OLIVER

(calmly) Slinky, you said your man would be here.

SLINKY

(nods and takes the toothpick out of his mouth) Y-Yes I did boss and he will.

OLIVER

(calmly) That was ten minutes ago, Slinky. You know I believe in first impressions. Arriving to a meeting late results in me getting upset and if I get upset someone is going to get shot in the face. I don’t think you want that to happen now do you?

SLINKY

(shakes his head and puts the deck of cards down on the table) Not at all boss, but I have faith in this guy. He probably has a good reason why he’s late.

OLIVER

(looks at Slinky) And what reason would that be? Hmmm? Because we arrived to this warehouse at eight thirty, it took only twenty minutes for us to kill each and every one- of these pieces of shits. If that isn’t fantastic time management skills I don’t know what is.

SLINKY

I-I know boss. But he’s the best hit man currently running the black market.

OLIVER

(dramatically places his right hand on his chest) Slinky! I am hurt you would say that about a complete stranger when you know more than anything, I’m the only hit man worth talking to.

SLINKY

(nods again) I know boss, but this man is from Russia. They got that whole covert missions going on. Plus, he used to work for Capella.

OLIVER

(pauses and looks at Slinky) Capella? As in Vincent Capella? As in the most dangerous man running the streets of New York City?

The same Vincent Capella, that put a hit out on the mayor of New York and watched as he was assassinated on live tv? That Capella?

SLINKY

(nods four times answering all the questions) Yeppers! It shocked me too. Almost everyone who works for Capella loves him.

OLIVER

(puts the handkerchief in his right breast pocket and looks at Slinky) Are you thinking of leaving my side, Slinky?

SLINKY

(nervously) N-No never!

OLIVER smiles grabbing SLINKY’s right shoulder letting him know he was just joking. We watch as DMITRI ROMANOV (mid 30’s-late 40’s) enters, dressed with a black leather jacket, blue jeans and holding a black briefcase in his right hand. He steps over a few of the bodies and smiles as he sees SLINKY.

SLINKY sighs in relief and OLIVER places the gun back in its holster which was on the left side of his hip.

SLINKY

(Whispers to Oliver) I told ya boss he was coming. (to Dmitri) Hey buddy ya had me scared there for a sec.

DMITRI

Yes, please forgive me. I had to take care of something.

SLINKY

Consider yourself forgiven. (beat) I want you to meet my boss Oliver Morales. (to Oliver) This is Dmitri Romanov.

OLIVER

(smirks at Dmitri) Romanov? That’s bit of a cliché don’t you think?

DMITRI

(shrugs his shoulders) It’s my family’s name Mr. Morales. I have no control over what name I am assigned at birth.

SLINKY

(claps his hands together) Okay! So I wanted you twos to meet cus, I think we can go into business together.

OLIVER

(to Slinky) You do? This should be interesting to hear. (leans back against a few of the crates crossing his arms across his chest)

SLINKY

Yes I do! You see boss, Dmitri over here has connections, which makes him millions in one day. We could definitely use someone like that on our side.

OLIVER

(to Dmitri) Is that true? You make millions in one day?

DMITRI

(nods slowly) Very much so. I have a contact-whom shall remain anonymous- and they send me targets that have bounties on them. I’m not talking about wives putting hits out on their husbands for a measly few grand, Mr. Morales.

I’m talking about Politicians, Celebrities and billionaires and not to mention the reward for their lives range anywhere from $10 million to $900 million.

SLINKY nods proudly smiling.

OLIVER

I must say, that is definitely impressive. But you see Dmitri, I am a business man. I’m hired to kill people whom don’t deserve to live. Unfortunately, I’ve been taking courses in anger management and after a mishap I’ve endured last year, I am no longer allowed to, kill people. (looks at the body on the floor and smirks) With a few exceptions of course. (looks back at Dmitri) I’m looking for a hitman because, well assassination isn’t an easy industry.

DMITRI

Well that depends on how you look at it, Mr. Morales. You see, I can bring a lot more to the table than just millions. I make special bullets. Bullets that you cannot find anywhere else on the market.

DMITRI places the briefcase on the table and he opens it as SLINKY and OLIVER watch him carefully. DMITRI pulls out something and walks over to both men showing them a clear bullet.

SLINKY

(squints looking at the bullet) What the hell is that?

DMITRI

This, my little friend, is a ‘Ghost Bullet’. I created it to serve two purposes. One of course is to kill but the second purpose-and this is cool- is to destroy the evidence.

OLIVER

(looks at the bullet and then at Dmitri arching his right eyebrow) Do I have to ask how that happens or will you explain it to me?

DMITRI

(snickers and looks back at the bullet) I’m not going to reveal too much as that will spoil the surprise. But what I can tell you Mr. Morales, if you ever have an off day and fire the bullet into your intended target wounding him or her, once this bad boy enters their blood stream, it evaporates turning into a deadly poison which melts their organs. Killing them from the inside out.

SLINKY

(gasps) Shit balls!

DMITRI nods at SLINKY’s reaction and smiles looking at him.

OLIVER

(nods once again) Okay, that’s actually pretty impressive. Now, is there any target which I might have heard of where that “Ghost Bullet” worked?

DMITRI

It depends Mr. Morales, are you familiar with Marc Neilsen the Mayor of Singler City?

OLIVER

(nods) No fucking clue.

DMITRI

(chuckles) Well in order for him to secure the votes he needed to become Mayor, he made a lot of promises to shady people. Once he got elected, he backpedaled on all those promises and made many people angry. Of course the scumbag knew his death was looming over his head so he hired security to protect him every second of the day. I was able to fire this bullet through his bedroom window and I shot his arm, just a normal flesh wound. That was until one minute later every organ inside of him melted and spilt out of every hole in his body.

SLINKY

(disgusted) Ew!

OLIVER

(curiously) Do you have more of these…Ghost Bullets?

DMITRI

(walks back over to the briefcase on the desk) Of course I do. I never come unprepared, Mr. Morales.

OLIVER

Good, nothing makes my heart grow fonder than someone who is always prepared. (pauses) But there’s just something that has been weighing heavy on my mind.

SLINKY

(to Oliver) What is it boss?

OLIVER

Well Slinky, it seems that your friend Dmitri, has everything figured out and I love that, but…I still can’t put my finger on why exactly Dmitri over here, is still alive.

DMITRI

(in a serious tone) What are you talking about?

OLIVER

(to Dmitri) I’m glad you asked. You see, I know Capella. I do business occasionally with the man and when he’s not trying to kill me or my men, we have our admiration for each other. After all we are business men. (beat) As true business men we know that former employees, who were laid off, tend to hold resentment and sometimes that resentment makes them do stupid things. For example, telling your former boss’ rival all his personal information. Or in your case, Mr. Romanov, going to someone else seeking employment. To avoid that, we…kill the ant before it goes to retrieve the army.

DMITRI

(nervously) I’m here because I need a job.

OLIVER

That is what I thought. But according to your statistics, your little “anonymous source” pays you one hell of a lot of money for killing people. So why the hell would you want to be under anyone’s thumb, unless you’re seeking to take over their business by killing them when they least expect it.

DMITRI

(angrily) Watch your words.

Both OLIVER and DMITRI glare angrily at each other. Getting poor SLINKY caught in the middle of the drama.

SLINKY

(uneasy) L-Look boss, Dmitri is clean. He ain’t no snitch and he sure as hell ain’t no narc either.

OLIVER

(still glaring at Dmitri) Oh I know Slinky. But I also know he’s a liar.

DMITRI

And what makes you say that? Because I’m more advanced and smarter than you or because my pockets are deeper than yours?

OLIVER

I guess it’s because-

OLIVER pulls out his gun from its holster and shoots DMITRI in the head killing him. DMITRI falls back to the floor knocking the briefcase to the ground causing a bunch of papers to fall out.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

(puts the gun back in its holster and looks at Dmitri’s dead body on the ground.) (beat) You know Slinky, I really wanted to say something clever but I just couldn’t think of anything. Ugh! I hate when that happens.

SLINKY walks over to the briefcase on the floor. Pictures of men, women and children lay on the ground. He bends down and picks up a few of the pictures.

SLINKY

Wowzers boss, Dmitri really had a lot of targets. Now that you popped him, we could take over his position.

OLIVER

Eh, I don’t know Slinky. That seems like an evil thing to do. I am a respectable man. I believe in boundaries.

OLIVER steps over the dead body of a thug and notices a picture on the ground. He picks up the picture and looks at it. The picture is not visible to anyone but OLIVER.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

(looking at the picture) Who is this? She’s beautiful.

We see the picture is of LAUREL QUINN.

SLINKY

(picks up a sheet of paper and reads it) According to this, her name is Laurel Quinn. It says here she lives in San New City.

OLIVER

(shakes his head) What the hell is up with these cities I’ve never heard of?

SLINKY

(still reading the paper) Whoah boss!

OLIVER

(looks at Slinky) What is it?

SLINKY

It says here, the reward for her death is $918 million.

OLIVER

$918 million? Holy shit! That is a whole lot of money just for some chick. What the hell does she do?

SLINKY

No clue boss. But clearly whomever put the hit out on her wants her dead. (beat) I say we find out where Dmitri lives, get his anonymous contact’s information and then steal his Ghost Bullets.

OLIVER

(smirks) Slinky, that is an amazing idea! You aren’t just a pretty face after all.

SLINKY smiles bashfully.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

Then once we’re finished, I think it’s time we pay San New City a visit. Something tells me we’re going to walk out $918 million richer.

OLIVER smirks. We look at the picture of LAUREL QUINN once again.

FADE OUT.

END OF SCENE TWO

SCENE THREE

FADE IN:

INT- THE LOBBY OF THE GOLDEN HOTEL- MORNING

“11:30am: Golden Hotel: 23rd floor”- APPEARS ON THE SCREEN

The door to 23D opens and LAUREL QUINN is on the other side. Standing in the doorway is JORDAN MONROE (late 40’s-early 50’s), salt and pepper hair, wearing a business suit, looks like Anderson Cooper with excessive botox and a bad tan.

JORDAN

What the hell took you so long? Darlene Hart is going to be here in thirty minutes.

LAUREL

(arches her right eyebrow) Jordan, I just got a manicure yesterday don’t make me ruin it by punching you in your face.

LAUREL enters the hotel room. Seated on the corner of the large bed was LOLA FERARRI (early 20’s) lavender colored hair and wearing a floral printed dress.

JORDAN

(closes the door and pulls Laurel aside) We have a bit of a problem here. Lola saw Damian hooking up with a fan last night and right now she is beyond pissed.

LAUREL

She does know this relationship you have her and Damian in, is just a publicity stunt right?

JORDAN

I don’t think she does. The girl is bat shit crazy. I had to separate both her and Damian. That’s why I called you, you’re a publicist you can fix this.

LAUREL

I am a former Publicist. Now, I’m a Crisis Manager. But I’ll help you with your problem only because you’re paying me and my eleven o’ clock cancelled at the last second. (beat) I need you to go get Damian in here, but give me a few minutes with Lola.

JORDAN

A few minutes? Are you freaking crazy? We don’t have a few minutes for you to have some ‘Chick Time’ with Lola! Darlene Hart is great at reading people. If she sees right through this publicity stunt on live television, Damian and Lola can kiss their careers goodbye! Including yours as well, Laura!

LAUREL

(irritated) It’s Laurel. And I assure you, everything will be fine. Just breathe and get Damian. Wait three minutes and then bring him in the room.

JORDAN

(angrily) Fine! I’ll give you three minutes but you better make sure the girl knows her place!

JORDAN exits the room.

LAUREL

(aside) Now I know why he’s been divorced ten times.

LAUREL turns to LOLA and puts on a fake smile.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

Hello. My name is Laurel Quinn and I am here to help you get ready for your first interview as DALA.

LOLA

(looks at Laurel in confusion and disgust) What the hell is DALA?

LAUREL

Apparently it’s the ship name your fans have given you and Damian. I honestly thought it was an infectious disease but nope, it’s just ‘Damian and Lola’.

LOLA

Well you can tell them they clearly wasted their time because he and I are no longer dating! I found that son of a bitch in bed with some blonde whore!

LAUREL

(nods) Mhmmm but here’s the thing. We aren’t going to tell the fans and they are never going to hear about that.

LOLA

(sits up on the bed) Are you insane? He broke my heart! I am going to tweet about this right now!

LOLA grabs her phone from off the dresser and looks down at it as she swipes her right finger on the screen.

LOLA (CONT’D)

(looking at the phone) There’s no WIFI? What the hell? This Hotel doesn’t have WIFI?

LAUREL

Oh the hotel has WIFI. But for the next three hours, your room doesn’t.

LOLA

(slowly looks at Laurel angrily) What?

LAUREL

(nods) Yep. You see I wasn’t born yesterday. I knew you were going to seize the opportunity to Tweet this little situation out to the public and I really didn’t need that. (pause) But I am a bit shocked that wasn’t the first thing you did, considering I paid the hotel to take away the WIFI from this room since four in the morning.

LOLA

Great! (sighs) So now I have to hold hands with a man that cheated on me? Smile and pretend that I’m happy even though he just broke my heart into a billion pieces?! Is that what I’m supposed to do?

LAUREL

Yes and that is exactly what you’re going to do for the next two months.

LOLA

This is bullshit!

LOLA walks over to the hotel room’s dining table filled with chocolate covered strawberries. She picks one up and bites into it.

LAUREL places her purse on the bed and faces her.

LAUREL

Call it what you want, but you signed up for this.

LOLA

(mouthful of strawberry) I didn’t sign up for a cheating boyfriend!

LAUREL

No, you signed up for a fictitious boyfriend and that is exactly what you got. The cheating doesn’t exist because you two aren’t really dating!

LOLA

Oh yeah? Well he saved me from my abusive father, did you know that? (gets teary eyed and voice cracks in sadness) One night I came home late from hanging with my friends and my dad was up…he normally falls asleep at seven, but that night he was waiting for me. There was…this look of hatred in his eyes, I have never seen anything like it before. He slapped me to the ground and started choking me. (starts to cry) Damian heard me from next door and he burst through the door and saved me. He saved me! I owe my life to him.

LAUREL

(dryly) Are you done?

LOLA

(shakes her head wiping away her tears) You are a cold hearted woman!

LAUREL

And you’re a liar. What you just described was the background information of your character from Damian’s new music video. None of that was real!

LOLA

Well it felt real to me! Because that was true love. When he kissed me in front of all those people, he meant it. I mean who told him to kiss me? His heart did, that’s who.

LAUREL

Actually the writers did. You know the people who wrote the lines you memorized and acted out?

LOLA

I can sue you for emotional distress.

LAUREL

Oh please. If I had a dollar for every time someone threatened me with a lawsuit I would be ten times richer than I am now.

LOLA

(shakes her head) This is sooo unfair!

LAUREL

Oh please! You’re getting paid $56,000 a week for pretending to be in a relationship with the Prince of Pop. That’s $55,000 more than what you make when you put on an ugly multi colored sweater to walk the catwalk.

There are two knocks on the door that causes LAUREL and LOLA to turn towards it. The door opens and JORDAN walks in with DAMIAN MARX (mid 20’s), baby face, cute, short and stylish.

LAUREL

(to Jordan) I told you to wait three minutes.

JORDAN

And I was but then I received word Darlene Hart just walked into the lobby.

LAUREL

Great! She’s on time for this but it took her ten years to find out her husband was playing ‘hide the pogo stick’ with their maid.(to Damian) Come in and sit down on the bed.(to Lola) You do the same.

DAMIAN enters the hotel room and sits at the edge of the bed as LOLA rolls her eyes and sits next to him.

JORDAN

I’ll leave you three be. I’m going to hit up the bar.

JORDAN exits closing the door behind him.

LAUREL

Six months ago you both signed a contract to be in a fake relationship. This relationship was created to promote the music video for -( to Damian) - your lead single. After you left the boy band, there has been a lot of pressure to rebrand you, since you were- and don’t take offense to this- but the boring one. You made Lance Bass look entertaining.

DAMIAN looks down at his feet.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

This entire charade will expire in two months when Damian goes off on his world tour. Throughout those two months you two will be seen together everywhere. I’m talking about holding hands in public, walking a dog together, furniture shopping together, holding her high heels as she wears your coat and even kissing conveniently by the hotel window so the paparazzi can see you.

These are all tactics that will benefit you both in the end and make the public believe you two are actually in a relationship.

(beat) When those two months are up you will both be paid a hefty amount of $3.2 million. You will announce a break up on social media. Post a picture of the sun setting and write some sentimental crap about how you both lost the light in your worlds.

Do not cite any specific reason whatsoever. The public will see you both as mysterious entities hiding something, they will put you both on the cover of every tabloid magazine making meaningless assumptions about the reason you two broke up. Your break up will be more devastating than when Kermit the Frog dumped Miss Piggy. Now, are there any questions?

DAMIAN

(looks up at her) What do we tell Darlene? We just know that we were fake dating since last week and-

LAUREL

No. Make it six months. Dating for one week isn’t newsworthy. That’s usually how long it takes for people to break up when they post their relationship statuses on Facebook.

LOLA

(confused) But why six months?

LAUREL

Six months is mysterious, it keeps people interested. Stating you were together for that long will cause the public to ask how you two met, who asked whom out first, why you chose to keep this a secret. Etcetera, etcetera. One week clearly makes this seem like a publicity stunt.

LAUREL claps her hands together smiling.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

Any other questions?

LOLA and DAMIAN exchange glances with one another and they shake their heads.

LAUREL (CONT’D)

Okay then with that, I’m leaving.

LAUREL walks over to the bed and grabs her purse.

LOLA

Wait, you’re leaving? Who will coach us?

LAUREL

I can’t be seen here. Darlene Hart may be an idiotic entertainment blogger, but she knows me from past clients when she unsuccessfully tried to ruin their careers. If she sees me here she’ll know something isn’t right. As for your coaching, just improvise, it isn’t that hard. Just act like you two can tolerate each other. I did it every day with my ex-husband.

DAMIAN

But what happens if we say something that blows our cover? Or if we start fighting?

LAUREL

Then you can both kiss your careers goodbye. I have faith you two can do this. Think less about each other and more about the long term goals. Plain and simple. Just make sure-(points to Damian) You keep your penis in your pants for the next two months. The last thing we need is someone you’re screwing coming out pregnant. Now you two sit and get your stories straight.

DAMIAN nods his head and LAUREL exits the room closing the door behind her. LOLA watches her leave and she looks at DAMIAN.

LOLA

Look Damian, Laurel is right. You need to keep it in your pants for the next two months.

DAMIAN

(laughs at her) Oh please! I got two bitches passing by tonight giving me blow, a blow and a handy. Ain’t no other life better.

LOLA

(sad) B-But Damian, Laurel said we should sit and get our stories straight.

DAMIAN

(walks over to the dining table and picks up a chocolate covered strawberry) That Laurel…mmmmm she has an ass on her! I wonder if she’s single. Or flexible…I wonder if she has a gag reflex.

DAMIAN takes a bite out of the chocolate covered strawberry and he hums to himself. LOLA looks at the balcony door of the hotel room and sighs to herself sadly.

FADE OUT.

END OF SCENE THREE

SCENE FOUR

FADE IN:

INT- 23RD FLOOR HALLWAY OF THE GOLDEN HOTEL- MORNING

LAUREL closes the door of the hotel room, leaving behind LOLA and DAMIAN to work out their differences. She walks down the hallway and heads over to the elevator panel. She presses the down button and the elevator doors open.

Standing in the empty elevator is TONY VINCETTI. LAUREL enters and presses the ‘Lobby’ button and stands a few inches away from TONY.

The doors close and the elevator descends.

LAUREL

(staring at the doors of the elevator) Was it taken care of?

TONY

(nods) Yes it was.

FLASHBACK BEGINS:

DISSOLVES TO

INT- OFFICE OF LAUREL QUINN- MORNING

‘TWO HOURS EARLIER’- APPEARS ON THE SCREEN

LAUREL

(sarcastically) Well that is definitely welcoming.

TONY

(laughs) Hey, it could be worst.

LAUREL

(smirks) Close the office door; I have a side job for you.

TONY licks his lips and nods. He walks over to the door and closes it.

TONY

(sits down on the chair across from Laurel’s desk) What’s up?

LAUREL

Lil Holler decided not to use my help and he’s going to deal with the falling out of this scandal, but it’s pretty evident he has no idea the shit storm that is coming his way.

TONY

And do you plan on having his actions punished?

LAUREL

Absolutely not! I don’t want him dead. I need him to know I always have a Plan B. But in this case my Plan B would is you.

TONY

(bows his head) I will be honored mi lady. Just tell me when.

LAUREL

Today. Preferably in the next hour. He’s set to meet with a few News stations to promote that selfie. I need you to make sure this story finally reaches it’s endgame.

TONY

Shall I end it with a gun or stabbing?

LAUREL

. . . Bullets. Don’t kill him. I need you to make sure you shoot him in the right arm. He’s a lefty so this won’t affect his writing for the next album.

TONY

How will this help him exactly?

LAUREL

Curtis is too stubborn to admit it, but he screwed up big time. This is a huge unrepairable scandal that not even my shenanigans can fix.

TONY

(nods slow) So you want to have him shot to make it look like a rival did it or?…

LAUREL

The Plan was to have that flag burning photo deemed a fake, after that news broke out, the real photo-which is actually manipulated- would’ve showed Curtis Lucas aka Lil Holler, holding up a codfish that he caught on Lake Meerie. Then I would’ve released a statement claiming that someone photoshopped the flag burning picture to set him up because he was considered by President Elect Victor Reber, to perform at his inauguration. And as you know, my dear British friend, Reber is an open racist, homophobe and bigot. Shockingly, Lucas isn’t. So a bunch of well thought out Democrats decided to make Lucas suffer by editing him burning an American flag. It’s wrong, it’s crude and quite frankly it’ll make Curtis a victim.

Now, we can’t have that because rappers have to play this masculine role in society and Curtis decided to take this on by himself. So you’re going to shoot him, make it look like a drive by and then set up that annoying blogger and open Democrat, Purkin Hilton. Thus, making Lil Holler a martyr in his own way, as well as giving him a bigger platform for his views on gun violence.

TONY

(smirks)If I didn’t know any better Quinn, I’d say you hired me more for my extracurricular activities than my qualifications.

LAUREL

(smiles) Let’s not forget it was your extracurricular activities that brought you here.

TONY

That is true. (stands up to his feet) Will there be anything else Quinn?

LAUREL

No Tony. That’s it. Once it is done meet me at the Golden Hotel.

TONY

(smirks) Sounds like an amazing time, yeah?

LAUREL laughs shaking her head.

FLASH BACK ENDS.

CUT TO:

INT- GOLDEN HOTEL ELEVATOR- A FEW SECONDS LATER

LAUREL and TONY are still standing in the elevator and they wait as it passes the twentieth floor.

TONY

How did everything go with Romeo and Juliet?

LAUREL

It makes me so happy I decided not to become a teacher I can tell you that.

TONY

(nodding with a smirk) But all is well between them?

LAUREL

Eh, who knows at this point? The poor girl is a model who just got thrown into this huge Hollywood dream, got her first boyfriend and he’s not even real. It’s never going to be ‘well’ for her. But she signed up for this. I just hope Jordan knows what he got her into.

TONY

(looks at Laurel) Look at you Quinn, getting all maternal. You’d make one hell of a mother if I do say so myself.

LAUREL

(aside) That’s a mistake God won’t make twice.

The elevator reaches the lobby and the doors open. LAUREL walks out with TONY by her side. They make their way through the crowded lobby passing by visitors.

We turn our attention over to a television screen which was turned to the local news. On the screen was the headline:

“NYC Rapper Lil Holler Gunned Down Hours After American Flag Hoax”.

LAUREL and TONY exit the hotel and walk down the street to find JORDAN coming out of a red sports car parked near the curb of the hotel.

JORDAN looks for the valet driver but he wasn’t at his post. He spots LAUREL and TONY walking towards him.

JORDAN

(to Laurel) I assume everything worked out?

LAUREL

(arches her eyebrows at him) You know what they say about making assumptions. You tend to make an ass out of yourself.

JORDAN

(smirks) Whatever you say Doll face. I just want to make sure my clients are happy in the end.

LAUREL

That’s a load of bull crap and you know it. The only one here happy is you and the van of desperate women looking for their next big break with clearly no sense of taste or self-esteem.

JORDAN

You mean like your mother?

LAUREL’s body language tightens and she looks like she’s about to pounce on JORDAN.

TONY

(to Jordan) Watch it mate.

JORDAN

Let’s not forget how well she was known in this industry. And it wasn’t for her talents- (pauses and smirks)- well not so much her talents on the screen but rather in the bedroom.

LAUREL

(through clench teeth) Screw you.

JORDAN

I don’t have to anymore. I’m filthy rich.

LAUREL shakes her head slowly and TONY holds onto her wrist to make sure she doesn’t try anything that could get her fired. Before anyone could say anything, something heavy falls from the sky and crash lands onto JORDAN’s red sports car.

TONY grabs LAUREL and shields her from the shattered glass and JORDAN shields himself.

A montage shows the people in the lobby of the hotel and street run towards the sports car in shock and terror.

LAUREL (V.O.)

The World of Hollywood is different than your world. The smiles, the relationships, the looks, the fashion, the trends, the jobs and even the friendships; these are all predestined not by a Deity but by people like myself. There are no blessings in this world, no miracles and- as crazy as it seems- there is no escaping. Unless you call upon God to save you…but sometimes that falls unto deaf ears, so another force hears it and answers your prayers. Unfortunately, it’s not always answered in the way you intended it to be.

LAUREL, TONY and JORDAN look to find the bloodied dead body of DAMIAN MARX lying on the roof of the car. We move in closer to see the lifeless eyes of DAMIAN staring into the sky as screams, gasps and sirens are heard in the background.

BLACK.

END OF EPISODE


Publicity!: (The Pilot Screenplay)

This is the Pilot episode based on the Entertaining and Scandalous story. Laurel Quinn is Hollywood's best kept weapon. She is the CEO and President of 'Publicity!', her own Crisis Management firm where she "fixes" a scandal making it disappear so it doesn't damage her client's reputation. It doesn't matter where her clients fall: A-list, B-List, C-List or D, she takes on every client with the same respect. Armed with her sharp tongue, quick wits, six inch stilettos and the help of her mysterious Assistant Tony Vincetti; Laurel will do anything it takes to get the job done--even if it means blood has to be shed.

  • ISBN: 9781370495771
  • Author: Edwin Betancourt
  • Published: 2017-07-22 22:20:09
  • Words: 7074
Publicity!: (The Pilot Screenplay) Publicity!: (The Pilot Screenplay)