Amigas

A Latina Sex in the City style flick about 5 wildly funny, solidly loyal, best friends living in L.A.

Amigas

story and screenplay by Sara Gabriella

INT. BEDROOM. LATE AFTERNOON- DAY

Strewn across the bed is MARINA, a young, artsy Latina with a

short pixie cut wearing corduroy pants and a shirt which bares

the name of an obscure, underground band. She thumbs through

an issue of Latina magazine as VERONICA, a tall, lithe Latina

with long black hair and designer taste, busies herself by

running a comb through her hair. MARLENE, a light-skinned

Cuban with green eyes rummages through her closet, selecting, then discarding, various skirts, dresses and tops.

 

 

VERONICA

You passed up a trip Melrose so you

could freak out in front of your

closet? Que Loca.

 

 

MARLENE

I passed up Melrose because I don’t

like to shop; especially

with you two who never

leave a store till you’ve gone through every rack!

VERONICA

I love you in that long black skirt

and that green velvet top that

matches your eyes. Um… with some

conservative black pumps. That

would say sweet, yet sophisticated.

MARINA

She wants to say, “ I don’t have

sweaty, slutty sex with your son”.

Which outfit says that?

 

MARLENE

I’m gonna let that go since the

last time you met one of your

boyfriend’s parents, was at your

senior prom.

 

 

VERONICA

Ooh, didn’t see that coming from

you Marlene. Marina and I must be

having quite a good influence on

you.

 

MARINA

(To Marlene)

You have zero to worry about.

They’ll love you.

You’re a sweetheart, you’re a

brilliant nurse, you’re a wonderful

person. And with your looks…

you have the DNA to pop out some

beautiful grandbabies.

 

 

The friends show their agreement in laughter.

 

MARLENE

I know I’m a good catch, but so is

he. He treats me good …he’s

smart and sensitive and successful.

I’m just nervous cuz I’m really

starting to fall in love with this

one.

 

 

MARINA

Falling? Wake up,  Mujer, you’re  madly

blindly, head over your Minolos for this

guy. And if he’s as smart as you

say, then he’s just as crazy about

you.

 

MARLENE

                        (To Veronica)

Tonight is the big

       bash your agency is throwing for

                                                                               their VIPS, no?

 

VERONICA

Oh yes. All our clients with

Vitally Impressive Portfolios will

be there. Management went all out

for this one. We’re throwing it at

Blue.

 

MARINA

Ooh, the hotspot for Celebrity A-

List Power Players. I should tag

along so I can network a little. I’d

love to land my screenplay

       in the hands of a few industry

types. I’m so over being a

tortured, starving artist. I’m

ready for the next step. I’m ready

     to be exploited and appropriated

I’m ready for mass distribution.

 

VERONICA

   Tonight is the night. There’s gonna

be more Hollywood Heavies than an

Oscar party

 

MARINA

But, there’s no way I can swing it.

I have that tight deadline for the

magazine. 7:00 sharp.

 

VERONICA

If you keep putting that dead end

editor job before your own

writing, you’ll never sell your

work. You’ll end up putting in 40

years playing with the punctuation on

other peoples’ work.

 

 

MARLENE

She’s right. You’re not cut out to

be a dreamer. You’re a doer. It’s

time you stepped up to the plate.

 

INT. UPSCALE. NIGHT CLUB. NIGHT

We open on an elegantly decorated nightclub with an exclusive

air floating above an array of beautiful people socializing

freely. The smell of money mixes with the scent of self-

importance and the aroma of celebrity. Veronica, looking

every bit the part of the young, hip, Hollywood socialite,

saunters through the entrance. She is greeted with an

occasional air kiss as slithers through the crowd. She

is greeted by a fiercely dressed, gay, Latino executive.

 

 

WALTER

Honey, honey, honey. I’ve been

waiting for you. You just have to

see what Dana is wearing! It’s

atrocious…ferocious. My God, it

had ruffles!

 

VERONICA

Witnessed it first hand. We met at the door.

 

WALTER

Am I telling the whole truth and

nothing but?

 

VERONICA

You are the one person I wouldn’t

challenge about fashion.(With a

searching glance)

WALTER

Ay, Vero…He’s here with the wife.

She’s wearing a dress cut like a

potato sack…real Russia circa

1958. Fits her personality though.

     She would even bore a room in

Siberia.

 

VERONICA

You don’t have to go there.

I know you love me.

(Exchange

a real kiss on the cheek).

 But I’m

a big girl and I know my rich,

sophisticated, hot-as-hell, lover

has a wife. (Giving in to the mud-

slinging). A shapeless wife who

would bore a village of Russians in

a frozen wasteland. (They share a delicious smile).

 

WALTER

(Takes the stunning Veronica by the

arm and leads her toward the bar )

Let’s go get

you a strong drink. I love to see

you work that vivid smile and

feline grace when you get a good

buzz goin’.

(She scratches at the air and they laugh)

 

CUT TO:

INT. UPSCALE. NIGHT CLUB. LATER THAT NIGHT

Veronica is mixing and mingling, while gracefully fluttering

a gin and tonic in one hand, as WALTER approaches

 

WALTER

(Flashes a smile at the trio

Veronica is entertaining with her

natural charm and slips his arm

into hers) You simply must let me

steal this beautiful woman away for

a moment.

 

VERONICA

(Allowing Walter to lead her away)

What’s up? Need some fresh air?

Let’s take a breather on the patio.

WALTER

That’s not it this time. Follow me.

You have to see this yourself.

There are no words. There just

aren’t words! This is primetime, 60

seconds during the Superbowl,

major.

 

VERONICA

(Beginning to comprehend the

severity of the situation) 60

seconds of ad time during the

Superbowl? That’s…a mil…easy.

 

 

Walter halts abruptly. He nods in the direction of an

expensively dressed man whispering into the ear of a platinum,

buxom blonde  sparkling with diamond jewelry. The

couple is seated in a round leather booth. She laughs

seductively as he runs lusty fingers up her thigh.

VERONICA (CONT’D)

Poor Marlene. Fuck Walter, what am

I gonna tell poor Marlene?

 

WALTER

Girrrrl, she’s sweet as a lamb. She

can’t handle this. But I did tell

you I’d heard about him. You know

 my data comes from reliable

sources.

 

VERONICA

I was hoping you were wrong about

this one…for Marlene’s sake.

WALTER

Wrong, uh uh. My information may be

insufficient sometimes, but usually

accurate. My hairdresser’s sister’s

husband was in his class at USC.

They still keep in touch. He’s as

dirty as they come.

 

VERONICA

(Tips her glass and consumes it’s

contents in one long gulp) Find me

a cigarette, sweety. And I need

another one.

 

 

She places the empty glass on a nearby table as they head

toward the patio to bum a pair of cigarettes.

 

EXT. COFFEE SHOP. PATIO. DAY

Veonica, Marina, MARISOL and YOLANDA sip overpriced coffee

while seated at a patio table in front of a franchise coffee

shop chain.

 

MARINA

Drinking coffee outside makes me

yearn to be in Paris, smoking a cigarette, eating a

croissant and discussing art and philosophy.

(The other girls give her an “Ay Dios Mio”  eye roll)

 

YOLANDA

(A golden skinned Latina with big,

dark brown eyes framed by long

eyelashes. She is dressed in

stylish cargo pants and a sporty

tank top) None of us drinks the same

 thing, I wonder what our coffee

choices say about us

 I mean, I’m drinking a

pumpkin spice latte. What’s that say?

VERONICA

You stick to the marginal choices.

Even when it comes to coffee you

aren’t mainstream.

 

MARLENE

Yeah, you’re like, in the ten

percent minority of coffee

drinkers.

 

They laugh.

 

MARISOL

(A dark-skinned, raven haired

Latina in a velvet sweat suit and

adidas tennis shoes)My glass of

regular coffee with milk and sugar

shows I refuse to spend three bucks

on a cup of coffee cuz it has a

fancy name. The 7-11 on Chavez has

the best coffee and they charge a

dollar. They even have those

flavored creamers. I like the

Hazelnut…Kahlua’s good too.

VERONICA

Double non-fat, sugar free carmel macchiato, extra

hot. That’s me. I want what I want.

I want plenty of it. And I don’t

want to pay the consequences.

 

MARINA

White chocolate mocha. I don’t get

it. What does it reveal about me?

 

YOLANDA

Coffee and chocolate… that’s easy.

You have all the responsibilities

of an adult, but there’s still a

part of you that isn’t ready to

grow up.

 

VERONICA

Alright, Mujures. Time to handle

business. I flirted with the

bouncer at Blue and found out

Marlene’s boyfriend is there every

other Friday.

 

MARISOL

When Marlene has her turnaround at

the hospital and pulls a double…

Que Cabron!

 

MARINA

I see where you’re going with this,

Vero. We set that cheating dog up. I like it.

 

MARISOL

We tell Marlene to take next Friday

off. We come up with an excuse. Lay

on a guilt trip. Tell her she has

to go out with us.

 

YOLANDA

Your promotion, Vero. We’ll go out

to celebrate your new account with

Prada.

 

MARISOL

She’ll see for herself how dirty

her slick-as-baby-oil boyfriend

really is.

 

INT. UPSCALE. NIGHT CLUB. NIGHT

The five friends enter the same nightclub where Veronica

spotted Philip with another woman the week previous. Veronica

stops to exchange a few words with a bouncer working the club,

as the other four make a beeline to the bar. She joins them a few minutes later.

 

 

YOLANDA

(To Veronica who has just caught

the attention of the bartender) I

got you covered– Saphire and

tonic, with a twist.

 

VERONICA

That’s my girl

 

MARISOL

(Passing out drinks, she nods to

Marlene) What’s up with that?

MARLENE

I’m the designated level-head

tonight.

As she grabs a bottled water from Marisol, a large diamond

sparkles.

 

VERONICA

I was referring to the…

(Gaze fixated on Marlene’s engagement ring)

 

MARINA

Oh, shit. That’s my jam…

 

She motions to the girls with her empty hand as she hurries

to the dance floor.

 

 

CUT TO:

EXT. PATIO. NIGHT CLUB.

Gathered in a semicircle are Marlene, Marisol and three

strangers in a discussion. In the corner are Yolanda and

Marina laughing with two other club guests.

Veronica enters the patio from inside the club, rapidly scans

the patio, then heads for Marina and Yolanda. She interrupts

with a look and a nod, Marina and Yolanda immediately follow

to where Marlene and Marisol are posted by the DJ booth

inside.

VERONICA

Hey, Ladies. Come on, we gotta

get back on the floor one last time,

before the DJ calls it a night.

 

 

Veronica leads the women around the parameter of the club.

They approach the rounded leather booths where Walter and

Veronica eyed Philip only a week earlier. Sure enough,

he’s seated with the platinum blonde. This time, he’s joined

by an entourage of fellow Hollywood types. Marlene reacts;

quick as light. Before the other four turn to gauge her

reaction, she is already in front of the booth directly

facing her fiance. He senses someone and

looks up. He is dumbstruck .

 

MARLENE

(Keeping her cool) You’re such a

workaholic, Philip, you poor thing.

You should really learn how to

loosen up and have a good time once

in a while. All work and no play,

you know what they say about that.

Here’s an idea, stop working so

late on Friday nights. I’m sure

your fiance would appreciate the

chance to spend more time with you.

(Taking her ring off her finger) ON

second thought, it would do you

some good to spend more time alone.

 

Marlene is just about to send the ring flying toward Philip’s

face when Marina steps in an yanks the ring out of Marlene’s

ready hand. Without hesitation, she grabs a drink off the

table and splashes that in Philip’s face instead. The women

stroll away together, leaving Philip to smooth things over

with the friends and colleagues at the table.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM. SOMETIME EARLY THE NEXT MORNING.

The girls are still in their club attire, minus their

constrictive shoes. They sip wine and recount the night’s events.

 

VERONICA

I’ve never seen you like that. The

look in your eyes, girl, it was…

fierce.

YOLANDA

You were so calm. I don’t know what

I woulda done. But I can tell you

this, I woulda lost it. Lost it

real BIG. But you maintained. You

are all class, Marlene. The real

thing, girl.

 

MARISOL

It woulda been over for Jesse

for real. That place woulda been

torn apart, starting with my man.

 

YOLANDA

And another one who maintains under

pressure. (Nods toward Marina)

This one. The thing with the ring.

Solid move. I’m feeling way

impressed with my girls.

 

MARINA

I wasn’t about to let her give up

the only thing from him

that was genuine. Return the man,

but keep the ring, that’s my motto.

 

VERONICA

Did you get it appraised?

 

MARLENE

Philip and I got it appraised

together when we took it to get

sized. It’s definitely worth enough

for five friends to take a week long

cruise. What do you guys think

about the Bahamas?

 

The four women erupt in screams. A few glasses are almost knocked to the floor as they assail Marlene with hugs.

 

MARLENE (CONT’D)

Back up off me. Thank Philip. He’s

fronting the tab.

FADE TO BLACK