Hi - I posted the first part of this script yesterday. Here is some more - it is a first draft! There is a short epilogue yet to come. The stage directions are important - this is very physical. Please read and provide feedback.
Scene Four
Ella: That was humiliating! I bet Kirsty's spread it all over Facebook by now...
Melanie: Oh, shut up, Ella!
Ella: I just know that bitch Kirsty will tell all all her friends... FML!
Melanie: They're all whores, Ella.
Ella: Hello - that's what they say about us!
Melanie: Well, that's just because we get more sex!
Ella: And now I'm getting my tits felt up by my best friend in public... and she's getting her tits
felt up by Keith... (Ella sobs.)
Melanie: Oh, Ella... babe... don't get upset. Bev's gonna help us...
Ella: Who is she?
Melanie: She's a stylist - she moved up here a few years back.
Ella: Who's she done?
Melanie: Well, I've never asked her that...
Ella: No, celebrities, Mel! Who's she dressed?
Melanie: Oh, umm... Nick Kidman, I think, I know Miranda Kerr, Nikki Webster, Jen Hawkins,
The Veronicas...for a while.. anyway she's going to put us in gorgeous dresses and we're
going to go clubbing, and if the photographers are there they'll just see us looking
... (she makes a sizzling 'sss' sound) hot, babe.
(Bev enters. She is a slightly bohemian looking woman of about fifty who looks like she has had a
facelift. She wears too much make-up. She Has a tray of drinks for the three of them).
Bev: Melanie... my little poppet...
Melanie: Auntie Bev!
Bev: Look at you all grown up - I only ever see you in the magazines now. Its nice to see you
fully dressed.
Melanie: Bev, this is my Ella, she's my bff.
Bev: Beef?
Melanie: My friend.
Bev: Ah, yes, I recognise you darling, another tabloid naturist.
Ella: Hi, thanks for helping us...
Bev: Ah, no trouble, no trouble... shall I put this on your mother's account, Mel?
Melanie: Yeah... whatever.
Bev: Now I have some of the newest things out for you two girls! No one else has them, they're
one of a kind and they're quite the statement!
Ella: We wanna look classy, Bev.
Bev: Oh, well... I'll do my best...
Scene Five
(Ella and Mel are standing in front of a mirror. Both wear dresses that are very short and feature excesses of bows of bead-work et cetera. Again, the shoes are ridiculous. Their hair is styled into large, seductive curls.)
Mel: Bev, you are a genius!
Bev: There - have another drink.
(She provides them with more drinks.)
Ella: Are you sure about this?
Melanie: We are so hot right now.
Ella: I don't want to look like a slut.
Bev: Oh, you won't dear... just don't bend over...
Scene Six
(A very cool looking night club in Surfer's Paradise. Ella and Melanie totter over to a couch with their drinks. They are wearing the outfits from the last scene. They approach large sofa that is quite low and very plush. It will be difficult to sit down and get up again in their dresses. Both hold their drinks out away from them, use their other hand to hold down their dresses. The process takes a moment. They eventually sit very quickly, hitting their heads together. They sink into the couch more than expected, and their feet cannot touch the floor.)
Ella: Ah...
Melanie: Ooh, you alright?
Ella: Yeah - just my head.
Melanie: Oh, well, drink up.
Ella: Where did you hear about this place?
Melanie: Hilton.
Ella: The concierge?
Melanie: No Paris Hilton - she liked this place.
Ella: Was that guy there on "Australian Idol"?
Melanie: Him? He grabbed my arse at the bar.
Ella: Did you slap him?
Melanie: No! I gave him my number.
Ella: Is that his friend?
Melanie: I know, hot right!
Ella: Check out the bulge!
Melanie: Its gotta be his cock or his wallet - good news either way!
Ella: Do you wanna go over?
Melanie: Yeah -come on!, drink that!
(Ella and Mel skull the drinks they have.)
Melanie: Alright...
Ella: Mel, help me up so I don't flash the whole room.
Melanie: What about me?
Ella: You get up, I'll hold your dress down.
(Melanie wriggles up, with Ella holding her dress down.)
Melanie: Come on!
(Melanie pulls Ella up by one arm as she holds her dress down with the other. They stumble and fall into a waiter who is carrying a tray of shots.)
Ella: Ah, FML!
Melanie: So much for not flashing the room.
(Just then, the two men they have been looking at walk past.)
Melanie's Guy: (To the waiter.) I'll take care of those mate. (Hands him some money).
Ella's Guy: You ladies alright?
Ella: Oh, yeah - awkward!
(He helps Ella up. The other assists Melanie.)
Ella's Guy: What were you drinking?
Ella: Cosmo's...
Melanie: But we wanna get some Wet Pussies.
Melanie's Guy: I think we can help with that...
(Montage of Ella, Mel and their two guys doing various kinds of shots at the bar. They dance drunkenly. We then see each girl with her man on the sofa, groping and kissing passionately. The girls come up for air as the men continue to kiss their necks and chests.)
Melanie: Are you taking him home?
Ella: Yeah - the bulge...
Melanie: What?
Ella: Its not his wallet.
(Ella goes back to kissing her man, more wildly before, and the pair roll onto the floor.)
Melanie's Guy: Am I coming home?
Melanie: Oh yeah, just give me a minute...
(Melanie tries to stand.)
Melanie's Guy: Are you okay, babe?
Melanie: Yeah, I... (Melanie pushes herself to her feet, but vomits on her guy's shoe.)
Melanie's Guy: Shit!
Melanie: Sorry!
Melanie's Guy: Ah, I've gotta get something...
(He walks off.)
Melanie: FML!
(She sinks back into the couch and picks up her drink. Keith suddenly walks past Ella and her man, still groping wildly one the floor.)
Keith: Ella?
Ella: What do you want?
Keith: Who's this?
Ella: None of your business!
Ella's Guy: Your'e Keith Coombe!
Ella: Actually, this is... (Searches for a name.)
Ella's Guy: Tom.
Ella: Yeah, this is Tom... and he's the guy who's gonna be bonking my brains out tonight! How
does that make you feel?
(Kirsty totters up to join Keith.)
Kirsty: Bonking your brains out? That shouldn't take long.
Ella: You'd know... slut!
Keith: Girls...
Tom: Just let 'em sort it, mate.
Ella: How do think a talentless ho-bag like her gets a two album deal with Sony, Keith?
Kirsty: You know what, ella, Keith was gonna dump you even before I came along.
Ella: Yeah - you were waiting with open thighs, you bitch!
(Ella lunges at Kirsty and the two fight.)
Keith: Hey...
(Keith tries to intercede but cops a stray punch from Kirsty.)
Kirsty: Keith, I'm so sorry... Ahh...
(Ella pulls her back into the fray as Tom helps Keith to sit down on the couch, next to the very drunk Mel. The fight continues as other patrons take out their phones to record it. The bouncers arrive and, with much difficulty, separate Kirsty and Ella and drag them to the door. There is a montage of tabloid shots of this occurring - they are typically undignified, with exposed underwear and smudged make-up. The credits roll.)