FAIR PLAY By Samantha Wallschlaeger
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5th Draft 4/9/13
FADE IN: INT. MANSION BATHROOM - EVENING Several twenty-something girls line the counter in front of the mirror. They apply makeup and tame their tresses, occasionally knocking elbows in the cramped space. EXT. MANSION PATIO - CONTINUOUS Against the backdrop of a luxurious mansion, a CAMERA CREW sets up equipment. A beautiful ocean sunset peeks from behind gauzy curtains. INT. MANSION LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS The lounge is decorated girlishly, with rumpled clothes strewn about. Girls flow from the bathroom. They chatter excitedly, primping in a frenzy. EMMA BENNETT, 26, sits on the edge of a large pouf, idly absorbed in a worn paperback copy of Walden. Her plain black cotton dress and ponytail clash with the done-up girls. She coughs and waves away a cloud of perfume sprayed in her direction. EXT. MANSION PATIO - EVENING GARRETT ARLINGTON, an attractive 28-year-old, holds his arms out as a crew member feeds a microphone into the jacket of his finely tailored suit. He clears his throat nervously. INT. MANSION LOUNGE - EVENING KYLIE, 24, approaches Emma and faces away from her. KYLIE Can you zip this for me? Emma sets the book aside and works on the zipper. KYLIE (CONT’D) How do I look? EMMA Stunning.
KYLIE I do, don’t I? I’m so nervous! Aren’t you? EMMA Hmm? Oh...definitely. KYLIE I’ve puked three times already. EMMA What? Ew. KYLIE It’s almost time! You should get ready. EMMA What? I am ready. Kylie eyes her outfit. KYLIE Oh...yeah, of course. She wanders off, a bit taken aback. A few girls snicker. Emma glances down at her dress and sighs. A female CREWMEMBER bursts through the door. CREWMEMBER Girls! We’re ready for you. The girls squeal and exit. Emma follows quietly. EXT. MANSION PATIO - EVENING Emma stands amongst the other six girls, lined up facing a camera. The girls are varying levels of giddy and nervous. CARTER GREY, 27, stands in front of another camera. He is well-dressed and suave, fiddling with a mic pack. CARTER Test...test...are you picking me up okay? The CAMERA MAN nods. CARTER (CONT’D) All right, ready when you are.
The camera man counts down with his fingers, then points to CARTER. The red camera light blinks on and suddenly Carter is all glistening teeth. CARTER (CONT’D) (into camera) Welcome back to “Token of Love.” Garrett has been on the group dates, and will now choose which of these lovely ladies gets to stay...and which will be sent packing. Kylie squeezes Emma’s arm. KYLIE (whispering) I think I’m going to faint. EMMA (whispering) Please don’t. KYLIE We should have a code. Like, if I say “banana hammock” you should catch me. EMMA Why banana hammock? KYLIE Well, it’s a code, obviously. EMMA A code for what, though? KYLIE What do you mean? CARTER (into camera) All right, let’s bring out our Prince Charming. On cue, Garrett steps onto the patio. He takes his place beside a table stacked with coins. The girls break into gleeful grins. One girl gasps audibly. GARRETT (smiling) Hello, ladies. Several girls giggle woozily.
KYLIE (whispered) Banana hammock. Banana hammock! Emma gives a small smile to Garrett and fans Kylie with her hand. CARTER Garrett, whenever you’re ready. GARRETT Okay. I just wanted you to know I had fun with all of you. He picks up a coin from a small box on a pedestal. GARRETT (CONT’D) My first choice...Kara. KARA bee-lines it out of the pack and steps in front of Garrett. Garrett holds up a coin. GARRETT (CONT’D) Will you accept this token of my love? Kara nods giddily and takes the coin, then steps off to the side. GARRETT (CONT’D) Chelsea. CHELSEA follow’s Kara’s example. GARRETT (CONT’D) Will you accept this token of my love? Chelsea gladly accepts, and joins Kara. The numbers dwindle as another girl is called up to Garrett. Soon, only Emma, Kylie, and another girl, LEAH remain. Garrett takes a deep breath. GARRETT (CONT’D) Emma. No movement. A beat. GARRETT (CONT’D) Emma?
Emma snaps to attention. EMMA Oh! Surprised, she slowly makes her way to Garrett. GARRETT (grinning) You’re a tough one to figure out...I’d like to get to know you. Will you accept this token of my love? EMMA (a bit embarrassed) Yeah...yes. She smiles sheepishly, takes the token, and joins the other girls. They seem just as surprised as she is, throwing her venomous glances. Emma turns back to the remaining girls. Kylie looks barely conscious, and Leah appears to be quivering. Garrett sighs deeply. GARRETT This was a very hard decision. A long, dramatic reality show pause. GARRETT (CONT’D) Kylie. Kylie shrieks with delight and nearly trips over herself getting to him. Garrett smiles at her eagerness. GARRETT (CONT’D) Kylie, will you accept this token of my love? KYLIE Yes! Overjoyed, she takes the token and prances to Emma’s side, giving her a dainty hug. Emma smiles politely. The attention turns to Leah. A beat. She bursts into tears.
CARTER Oh, Jesus... He makes a twirling motion with his hand, and crew members rush to aid her. One gives her a box of Kleenex, and another a glass of water. LEAH B--but I love you! GARRETT Leah, I’m so-Leah’s sobs drown out Garrett’s words. He looks dumbfounded. At another motion from Carter, the crew members whisk her into the house. Carter turns back to the girls. CARTER Congratulations, ladies. Garrett, why don’t you tell them what you have planned this week? GARRETT (a bit dazed) One-on-one dates. Thrilled chatter erupts from the girls. Carter faces the camera. CARTER Join us next week for another exciting episode of “Token of Love!” DIRECTOR Cut! The red light on the camera flickers off. Carter’s posture instantly changes and the smile disappears. He rubs his forehead and wanders off, forcefully removing his mic pack and thrusting it at a production assistant. A clean-cut middle-aged producer, CALVIN ARBOUR, leads a smiling Garrett immediately into the house. The girls buzz with excitement. Kylie takes hold of Emma again. KYLIE Did you see me up there?
EMMA (smiling) I did. I thought you were going comatose. Beat. Kylie seems befuddled. EMMA (CONT’D) ...That was a joke. KYLIE Right. All giggles again, Kylie squeezes Emma’s arm, digging a manicured nail into the skin. Emma winces. KYLIE (CONT’D) It’s just that I was in a coma for two weeks. I only just woke up last Tuesday. EMMA And you’re here? KYLIE Well, yeah. My mom came in and told me I was cast, and I woke right up! (dead serious) True love doesn’t wait for comas. Emma can’t even speak. A CRASH is heard from inside the house. CAMERA MAN What the hell-Another CRASH. The crew sprints inside, hauling their cameras with them. The girls stare for a bit, then resume their chattering. EMMA I’m going to...get some air. KYLIE But we’re already outside. EMMA Yeah... She extracts herself from the group and wanders into the house.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT As she passes through the living room, she glimpses Leah surrounded by cameras. She is sobbing uncontrollably and holding a lamp over her head while Garrett stands close, poised to duck. GARRETT Let’s talk about this-LEAH (gasping) You...broke...my...heart! Garrett looks absolutely helpless. Emma catches his eye and gives him a sympathetic smirk, then sneaks past the cameras and out the door. EXT. MANSION - NIGHT Emma emerges through the front door and pauses, gathering her thoughts. With a jump, she notices Carter on the front porch next to her. He takes a weary drag from a cigarette and gives her a sidelong glance. EMMA Sorry. Am I...disturbing you? CARTER No. You’re fine. He sighs and brings the cigarette to his lips again. EMMA Do you mind? A beat. Carter holds out the pack and she removes a cigarette. He steps closer to light it for her. She takes a slow drag from it like a pro and closes her eyes. Carter stares at her for a moment. Amused, he shakes his head and goes back to his thoughts. A long silence. Emma glances at Carter and fidgets. EMMA (CONT’D) Are you okay? CARTER What?
EMMA Well, you just look like you’ve been hit by a truck or something. Carter shakes his head. CARTER Those women. They’re exhausting. A small scream comes from inside to punctuate. Emma gives an unladylike snort. EMMA Try living with them. He smiles wryly at her. CARTER Not your cup of tea? EMMA (gravely) If I have to hear one more Adele song... Carter laughs quietly. EMMA (CONT’D) Apparently my outfit isn’t appropriate. He eyes her dress and ponytail. CARTER What’s wrong with it? EMMA (exasperated) Thank you! I don’t get it, either. Carter moves in a little closer. CARTER I think you look great. EMMA Thanks... CARTER Emma, right? She nods.
CARTER (CONT’D) I’m Carter. EMMA I know. CARTER Ah, right. Because of-EMMA (smiling) The whole hosting thing. Yeah. CARTER Yeah. A brief silence. They both take a drag. Another CRASH from inside. Emma flinches. EMMA This is why I don’t befriend girls. Carter smirks and stares out into the darkness. CARTER Behind all their personal vanity, women themselves always have an impersonal contempt for woman. Emma gapes at him. EMMA Nietzsche. You read Nietzsche. He steps closer to her. They are inches apart. CARTER You read Nietzsche? She nods, unable to speak. He gazes at her with intensity, touches a strand of her hair, then-EXT. CARTER’S TRAILER - NIGHT Emma and Carter burst into view, kissing frantically. Without detaching, Carter fumbles at a doorknob. After a few tries, the doorknob gives, and the door swings open. He picks Emma up and they stumble inside, slamming the door shut behind them. CUT TO:
INT. CARTER’S TRAILER - NIGHT Emma and Carter lie on Carter’s bed staring up at the ceiling. Emma wears Carter’s dress shirt. The bed and floor are littered with their discarded clothes. EMMA Well. This is unexpected. Carter laughs. EMMA (CONT’D) I don’t normally...uh...seduce men. CARTER You seduced me? EMMA (embarrassed) Well, I don’t know... She rolls on her side, suddenly worried. EMMA (CONT’D) I suppose I can’t be on the show anymore. He shrugs. CARTER I don’t know why you’d want to in the first place. EMMA (uncomfortable) I...guess I was talked into it. CARTER Who? EMMA My mom. CARTER (smirking) She’s looking for that fairy tale ending? EMMA Not exactly... CARTER So she’s a gold digger.
EMMA Look, just drop it. Uncomfortable silence. Carter’s eyes narrow. CARTER Wait till your mom hears about the twist ending... EMMA What twist ending? CARTER I shouldn’t... EMMA Well, fine. You brought it up. Long beat. Carter’s gears are turning. He clears his throat. CARTER The girl he picks in the end has to choose between him and a million bucks. Emma bolts up. EMMA What? CARTER Ooh, now she’s interested. EMMA (aghast) Why would you tell me that? We’re all under contract! He gives a teasing smile. CARTER And you’re going to report me? Silence. EMMA A million bucks? CARTER I know. I could use that money.
EMMA No kidding. He lets her process for a moment, then speaks slowly. CARTER Emma? EMMA What? CARTER What if we could get the money? EMMA ...What? CARTER I can help you win. We split it fifty-fifty. EMMA Are you insane? CARTER Emma, I’m making a business proposition. We get money, and the show gets great TV. It’s a win-win. EMMA And what about Garrett? CARTER Oh, Jesus. Drop the act. You’re not here for Garrett. I think you need that money as much as I do. Her expression clouds over. He’s struck a chord. EMMA You don’t know me. In a fury, she rises from the bed and dresses. CARTER What are you doing? EMMA I don’t have to listen to this. She storms out the door, slamming it behind her. Carter sighs and flops onto his back.
INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT Emma sneaks inside to avoid waking the girls. In her anger, she slams the door a bit too loud. Kylie stirs. KYLIE (groggily) Emma? EMMA Go back to bed. KYLIE Where were you? EMMA I was...smoking. KYLIE You shouldn’t! It’s bad for you. EMMA (hiding a smile) I know. Now go back to bed. KYLIE My aunt smokes, and now she has to eat through a hole in her throat. It’s really messed up her love life. EMMA (disgusted) Okay. Go to bed, Kylie. Kylie rolls over and falls asleep instantly. Emma climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling, plagued by thoughts. With a sigh, she rolls over. FADE TO: INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY Kylie’s bed is empty. Sunlight drifts into the room and hits Emma’s eyes as she rolls over. Looking exhausted, she shoves her head under her pillow. After a moment, she re-emerges and yawns, slowly opening her eyes. Inches from her face, a camera stares her down. EMMA Ah!
She scrambles up, clutching her blanket. CAMERA MAN Sorry. EMMA (startled) What are you doing? CAMERA MAN We need you in the confessional room for your interview. INT. MANSION CONFESSIONAL ROOM - DAY Emma slides in and sits across from a camera, looking a bit rumpled. The producer, Calvin, perches nearby. CALVIN Hello, Emma. EMMA Hey...I’m sorry, who are you? CALVIN (tense) Calvin. I’m the producer. EMMA Oh, right. You’re the guy by the food table all the time. CALVIN (snappish) I have low blood sugar. EMMA Ah. (beat) So...interview? CALVIN Emma. EMMA What? CALVIN Your shirt is on inside out. Emma glances down, exasperated. The other two turn around while she fixes it.
CALVIN (CONT’D) Ready now? EMMA (trying to please) Let’s do this. The producer motions to the camera man, who flips the switch. The camera comes to life. CALVIN So. How was last night for you? EMMA (defensive) What do you mean? Calvin gives her a look. CALVIN The ceremony... EMMA Oh! Of course. Yeah. CALVIN What did you-EMMA Nothing! The ceremony? Fine, I guess. CALVIN How did you feel when Garrett picked you? EMMA ...Good? CALVIN (frustrated) Could you elaborate, please? EMMA Surprised. CALVIN Why? EMMA Well, it seems like I’m not exactly his type.
CALVIN (sighing) Let’s try not to state the obvious, please. Taken aback, Emma has no response. Calvin flips through his list of questions. CALVIN (CONT’D) What about the other girls? Her gaze wanders around the room. EMMA Well... CALVIN Into the camera, damnit. EMMA Okay, Jesus. I guess they’re okay. She picks at a nail. EMMA (CONT’D) They wear a lot of makeup. CALVIN Emma. Look. Into. The. Camera. With an impatient sigh she stares into the lens. EMMA You’re so grumpy. CAMERA MAN Sorry. EMMA Not you. CALVIN (with growing anger) How do you feel about the upcoming dates? EMMA (jokingly) I’m hoping I can dazzle him with my wit. She gives a little laugh. Calvin doesn’t even crack a smile.
EMMA (CONT’D) (under her breath) Oh boy. CALVIN Do you love him? EMMA What? Calvin points to the camera. CALVIN Please answer the question. EMMA I’ve only known him for, like, a week! He stares pointedly at her. She sighs. EMMA (CONT’D) I think he seems nice. Okay? Is that satisfactory? Shaking his head, Calvin motions for the camera to stop rolling. CALVIN (to camera man) We’ll see if we can use any of that. (to Emma) Try not to sound so boring next time. Emma stays seated, gaping at him. A beat. CALVIN (CONT’D) You can leave. EMMA Oh...okay... She rises and sidles out the door, torn between anger and confusion. Calvin doesn’t look up from his papers. After she leaves, he aggressively crosses her name off, infuriated. INT. LOUNGE - DAY Emma stomps to the kitchen.
EMMA Asshole. INT. MANSION CONFESSIONAL ROOM - DAY POV Camera: Kylie sits facing the camera. KYLIE (giggling) Love him? I can’t say yet. CALVIN (O.S.) (kind but patronizing) How do you feel, then? She looks off to the side, at the producer. Her expression is dreamy. KYLIE He’s just like a prince. I think he’s what I always imagined princes look like. I bet that sounds silly. CALVIN (O.S.) Not at all. KYLIE When I was little I imagined marrying a prince. And we would rule the world together, and I could make all the mean girls in the neighborhood my slaves-CALVIN (O.S.) Whoa, okay. Do you see a future with him? KYLIE (smiling) It’s early, but...yes. Yes I do. INT. MANSION LOUNGE - DAY Emma lounges on the same pouf, reading Jane Eyre. She grumpily flips a page. A camera crew surrounds her, their gear pointing at her. The woman behind the camera stares vacantly. The sound guy nods off briefly, snapping awake as the boom sinks lower. Emma pays no attention.
CAMERA WOMAN Uh...is this all you’re gonna do? EMMA (not looking up) Yup. CAMERA WOMAN Can’t you like, join the other girls or something? She motions to the girls lined up by the pool. A few girls can be seen splashing in the water. EMMA Nope. Beat. SOUND GUY Well, can you at least read this? He thrusts a Playboy magazine at her. Emma recoils. EMMA What? No! He sighs. Calvin passes by. CALVIN (coldly) Don’t even try with her. She’s useless. Emma glares after him, but he’s already gone. Through the patio door, the crew sees Kara lean in to Chelsea. The girls whisper, stealing glances at Emma. The camera woman perks up. CAMERA WOMAN Let’s... SOUND GUY Yeah. They gather their equipment and scuttle out to the pool. Emma lowers her book and sighs. After a beat, she rises and heads into the kitchen.
INT. MANSION KITCHEN - DAY Emma opens the fridge and stares with disinterest at its contents. Unsatisfied, she shuts the door and shambles to a cupboard, pulling out a box of Fruit Loops. As she digs a hand into the box, she hears voices. She perks up and stops rustling the box, listening. GARRETT (O.S.) --have to? CALVIN (O.S.) What’s wrong with bungee jumping? Emma glances into the hallwaya and sees Garrett and Calvin talking in a side room. She whips back around and freezes, her hand still in the cereal box. INT. MANSION SIDE ROOM - DAY GARRETT It’s not really date material. CALVIN Garrett. Everyone knows adrenaline makes people fall in love. GARRETT Can’t I fall in love without adrenaline? CALVIN (sharply) No. INT. MANSION KITCHEN - DAY Emma stifles a laugh. GARRETT (O.S.) Who’s first? A short RUSTLING from the room. CALVIN (O.S.) (irritated) Emma. At the sound of her name, Emma stiffens a bit.
GARRETT (O.S.) Good! I want to get to know her. Smiling, Emma pops a Fruit Loop into her mouth, chewing quietly. CALVIN (O.S.) (Scoffing) I can tell you all you need to know. Poor trash. Emma freezes. CALVIN (O.S.) (CONT’D) The girl comes from nothing. Literally. This is probably the first time she’s seen a real bathroom. Calvin laughs. Emma’s expression hardens. GARRETT I don’t care. CALVIN For chrissake, Garrett, she’s here by mistake. We accepted the wrong Emma. INT. MANSION KITCHEN - DAY EMMA What? She quickly clamps her hand over her mouth. INT. MANSION SIDE ROOM - DAY GARRETT Well, I like this Emma. CALVIN She’s bad for the show. Nobody wants to watch you fall for trailer park princess. Maybe if she wasn’t so goddamn boring-GARRETT (O.S.) Calvin...
CALVIN (O.S.) I’m just saying, weed her out. We all want her gone. Emma stands for a beat, stunned. Then the anger takes over. She abandons the cereal box and storms off. INT. MANSION HALLWAY - DAY Emma marches to her room with purpose. As she turns a corner, SMACK. She runs straight into Carter. CARTER Wha--oh, hey. A beat. In a fury, Emma flings her arms around him and kisses him hard. He pulls away. CARTER (CONT’D) Jesus! What are you doing? She kisses him again. CARTER (CONT’D) Is that...Fruit Loops? Emma pushes him against the wall. Carter is baffled but entertained. CARTER (CONT’D) Not here! EMMA (crazed) Then let’s go. She grabs his hand and tugs him harshly away. EXT. CARTER’S TRAILER - DAY Emma stops and pulls him in for a kiss again. Carter tries not to laugh. CARTER Emma! Don’t you think-EMMA Shut up.
She wrenches the door open. With an amused smile, Carter lets himself be led into his trailer. CUT TO: INT. CARTER’S TRAILER - DAY Emma and Carter lie partially disrobed, facing the ceiling. Carter lets out a small laugh and shakes his head, then sits up to light a cigarette. CARTER (smirking) I think this time you did seduce me. Emma is stonefaced. EMMA They’re right. They did pick the wrong Emma. CARTER (weirded out) Are...you okay? Silence for a beat. EMMA I’m in. CARTER What? EMMA Let’s win this game. Carter’s face grows into a smile. CARTER Now we’re talking. EMMA If they want poor trash, they got it. Carter’s eyes narrow. CARTER We’re not like them, Emma. We deserve that money.
EMMA They think they’re so much better than me. CARTER Prove them wrong. Emma meets his eyes. She nods, then leaps up and starts pacing. CARTER (CONT’D) When’s your date? EMMA Tonight. I’m first. Carter nods thoughtfully. CARTER That’s the worst spot. He grabs his phone from the dresser and texts. EMMA What are you doing? He waves away the question. CARTER Here’s what you do. Wear a dress, but nothing fancy. Look down-toearth. Not too much makeup. He eyes Emma’s hair. CARTER (CONT’D) And no ponytail. EMMA (defensive) I thought you liked the ponytail. CARTER Do you want my help or not? Get there early. I’ll tell you more then. He checks his phone again. CARTER (CONT’D) You should go. The invitation should be coming soon.
EXT. CARTER’S TRAILER - AFTERNOON Emma steps outside and turns back to Carter, who stands in the doorway. CARTER So we’re really doing this? EMMA Let’s win some money. CARTER And I can trust you? EMMA Don’t worry. Prince Charming is going down. CARTER Oh? EMMA I’m taking them down. Garrett, Calvin, everyone. They won’t know what hit ‘em. Carter grins and Emma heads back to the mansion, a woman on a mission. Soon she’s out of sight. Beat. Carter steps down and gazes around. He clears his throat. After a pause, the camera man cautiously emerges from the side the trailer. CARTER Did you get it? The camera man taps his camera. CAMERA MAN Oh yeah. CARTER And no one else knows? The camera man shakes his head. Carter smirks. CARTER (CONT’D) I think we’re in for a good show.
EXT. MANSION POOL - AFTERNOON Emma reclines in a deck chair, her expression stony. The girls chatter around her. She impatiently picks at a nail. On cue, Carter rounds the corner, shadowed by cameras. CARTER Hello, ladies. A chorus of greetings. CARTER (CONT’D) As promised, I have the first date invitation... Excited chatter. CARTER (CONT’D) ...For Emma. Silence. Disappointment is written on every girl’s face. Emma fakes a demure smile for the camera. EMMA (girly) Oh, I’m so excited. CARTER He’ll be waiting for you tonight at the dock. Carter bends down to hand the envelope to her. CARTER (CONT’D) (whispered) Nice performance. Emma smiles again, fluttering her eyelashes. It looks awful. CARTER (CONT’D) (whispered) Uh...dial it back a little. She deflates. Carter straightens up. CARTER (CONT’D) Until next time, ladies. He gives a charming wave, and then he’s gone. The girls stare daggers at Emma, but say nothing. With an innocent smile, Emma stands and glides away.
INT. MANSION BATHROOM - EVENING Emma stands in front of the mirror. She wears her nicest dress, which still isn’t the fanciest. She reaches up and gathers her hair into a ponytail, but freezes. Sighing, she tosses the hair tie aside and lets her hair fall around her shoulders. EXT. MANSION DOCK - EVENING Emma waits for Garrett, back to attacking her nails. She looks lovely. Carter enters in stealth mode. CARTER We don’t have long. Emma jumps. EMMA Jesus! CARTER Wow. You look...wow. EMMA Thanks. CARTER So. Some pointers. Always agree with him. No matter what. He wants kids, then you want kids. He likes golf, then you love it. Got it? EMMA Okay... CARTER Don’t talk about money, religion, or politics. And for the love of god, Emma, don’t act like yourself. Emma looks offended. Carter thinks for a moment. CARTER (CONT’D) And be a little slutty. EMMA What?!
CARTER You know, be a good girl, with a hint of sluttiness. EMMA That’s stupid. CARTER Trust me. EMMA No! What am I supposed to do, suggestively suck on my fork? CARTER (approving) That’s not bad... EMMA Carter! I’m not doing it. CARTER You’re doing it. EMMA No, I’m not. CARTER Emma-EMMA You can’t possibly believe-CARTER You don’t get it-EMMA I’m not-Suddenly, Garrett rounds the corner, followed by a swarm of cameras. Emma violently shoves Carter into the bushes, where he lands with a thud. She straightens up, smiling a little too big at Garrett. GARRETT (warmly) Hello, Emma. EMMA Hey! GARRETT Shall we?
He offers his arm to her and she takes it. As they walk off, Emma glances into the bushes. Carter mouths, “Be slutty!” She ignores him. They cross the dock to a large yacht. EMMA Holy crap, is this yours? GARRETT (sheepish) Yeah. I hope you don’t get seasick. EMMA I guess we’ll find out. He grins at her, and she returns it. So far so good. EXT. YACHT - EVENING Garrett and Emma stand at the railing as the yacht cuts through the water. The sea, the sunset, the couple, everything is picturesque--except Emma’s hair violently whipping her in the face. She spits it out and swats at it a little. GARRETT Are you okay? EMMA I’m thinking a ponytail would have been a better idea. The irony is lost on Garrett. He smiles politely. GARRETT You look beautiful. Emma remembers her purpose. EMMA (fake sweetness) Thank you. With no small degree of struggle, Emma holds her hair back. GARRETT I have a surprise for you. He takes her hand and leads her off.
INT. YACHT - EVENING Garrett leads Emma into the yacht’s kitchen. GARRETT Are they still closed? EMMA Yes. GARRETT You sure? EMMA Yes! GARRETT Okay...open. Emma opens her eyes to reveal an assortment of cooking ingredients and supplies spread out on the counter. And a camera crew, of course. EMMA What is this? GARRETT Well, you said on your audition tape that you like Thai food, so I thought we could cook some. EMMA Oh... GARRETT Oh no. What’s wrong? EMMA Nothing! It’s just...can you cook? GARRETT Well, no. But you can, right? She shakes her head. GARRETT (CONT’D) (mortified) Oh, shit...I thought...I guess I just thought... EMMA (with a laugh) I like eating Thai food. Not cooking it.
GARRETT Oh god. I knew this was a stupid idea. EMMA Hey! We can make it work, right? She strides confidently to the counter and picks up a bag of unidentifiable brown sticks. EMMA (CONT’D) As soon as we figure out what the hell this is. Garrett laughs, looking relieved. SERIES OF SHOTS: 1. Emma picks up a round white vegetable and sniffs it. Instantly she makes a face and gags. She offers it to Garrett, who sniffs and has the same reaction. He hands it to a production assistant, who also gags. 2. Emma and Garrett stare at a giant shrimp crawling slowly across the counter. Garrett holds a large knife. He gives her a terrified look and she makes a “go ahead” gesture. He tries to hand the knife to her but she backs away. A production assistant comes out of nowhere and chops the shrimp. Emma and Garrett scream. 3. Garrett tries to flip some stir fry in a wok, and a giant fire erupts. Emma and Garrett leap back as a production assistant ventures forth with a fire extinguisher. EXT. YACHT DECK - NIGHT The boat is still, the deck covered in cameras. Garrett and Emma are seated at a small table. They both stare uneasily at piles of brown...something on their plates. GARRETT Uh...go ahead. Try it. EMMA I’m not trying it. You try it. GARRETT Okay... He gingerly takes a forkful of the stuff and lifts it to his mouth. He chews slowly.
EMMA Well? GARRETT It’s...not bad... Emma takes a bite. She blanches. EMMA You liar. Garrett laughs. GARRETT I’m so sorry. I should’ve known. EMMA It has potential. Beat. Both of them laugh. GARRETT No it doesn’t. EMMA Well, I’m too hungry to care. She forces another forkful down. Garrett stares for a moment, then follows suit. GARRETT So. Tell me about yourself. Emma pauses. Her gears turn, and her eyes dart to a camera. EMMA Uh...actually, tell me about yourself first. GARRETT What? EMMA Do you like kids? GARRETT I guess. EMMA Me too. Golf? GARRETT ...Not really.
EMMA Yeah, me neither. GARRETT Okay... She grimaces. This isn’t working. EMMA Let’s start over. GARRETT All right...what do you do? EMMA Like for a living? GARRETT Yeah. EMMA I’m a hostess. GARRETT And you can’t cook? EMMA (laughing) No. I can’t. GARRETT Do you like it? EMMA Hell no. He raises his eyebrows, a bit taken aback. Emma gives another awkward glance to the cameras. EMMA (CONT’D) I mean, it’s not bad. Just not my dream job. GARRETT And what is? EMMA Well...I really want to go to law school. Another eyebrow raise. EMMA (CONT’D) I know. It’s stupid.
GARRETT No. No way. I’m impressed. EMMA Really? GARRETT Why don’t you do it? Awkward beat. EMMA (quietly) It’s not polite to talk about money. GARRETT Oh. Silence. The crew give each other helpless looks. In desperation, Emma looks down at her fork. She picks it up. Glances at Garrett. Here goes nothing... EMMA So. What about you? She puts the fork in her mouth. And...now what? She starts sucking on it, trying to look as seductive as possible. GARRETT I...uh... He’s mesmerized, and not in a good way. She continues to suck, making awkward eye contact. GARRETT (CONT’D) Um... A glance around shows confused, almost frightened faces on all the crew. Mortified, Emma puts the fork back down. GARRETT (CONT’D) Sorry, what was the question? EMMA (regaining composure) What do you do? GARRETT I own a publishing company. EMMA Oh! Like novels?
GARRETT Sorta... EMMA Then what? GARRETT Oh...I don’t know... EMMA What? You don’t know what you publish? GARRETT Can we drop it? EMMA Now I have to know. GARRETT It’s...it’s erotic fiction, okay? Beat. EMMA Like...Penthouse stuff? Or the whole bodice-ripping romance novel thing? GARRETT The uh...romance novels. EMMA (hiding a smirk) Oh. Garrett looks like he wants to crawl into a hole. GARRETT It wasn’t my idea, I swear. EMMA (laughing) Hey, it’s okay. Whatever floats your boat. GARRETT No! Oh god, you think I’m a freak. He stares downward. Emma surveys him. EMMA You know, you’re not as smooth as you seem. Which is a relief.
GARRETT I’m not good at talking to people. EMMA Not quite the Prince Charming this show needs? GARRETT I guess not. Emma leans back in her chair. EMMA Whatever. Prince Charming is boring. Porno King is much more interesting. GARRETT (grimacing) Porno King? EMMA My new name for you. GARRETT Wonderful. EMMA I’m joking. Lighten up. Garrett smiles. GARRETT You’re not like the other girls, are you? EMMA (uh-oh) Uh... GARRETT It’s a good thing. Emma grins. Far across the deck, she catches Calvin’s eye in the background. She gives him a smug smile, which he returns with a glower. GARRETT (CONT’D) You know, I think I brought wine. He stands and bends over to rummage through a bag behind him. A fleck of green catches Emma’s eye.
EMMA Are those...are those Halo boxers? GARRETT What? He straightens up and covers his backside, terrified. GARRETT (CONT’D) No! No, of course not. EMMA They are! GARRETT No! EMMA You’re totally wearing Halo underwear. GARRETT Oh god. He sits back down, thoroughly embarrassed. GARRETT (CONT’D) I’m not fourteen years old, despite evidence to the contrary. EMMA Hey, I get it. The Flood isn’t going to destroy itself. GARRETT (wide-eyed) ...What? EMMA The Flood. GARRETT You play? EMMA Are you kidding? I purposely befriended the kids in school with X-Boxes. Just to play it. He shakes his head, enchanted. GARRETT That’s so cool.
EMMA I’m full of surprises. GARRETT Apparently. (beat) Can I tell you a secret? EMMA This isn’t your yacht? He laughs. GARRETT No. I’m...kind of a geek. EMMA Oh? (beat) How bad are we talking? Like, enjoyed-Lord-of-the-Rings bad, or avid-Stargate-fan bad? GARRETT Like, attend-Comic-Con-every-yeardressed-as-Thor bad. EMMA Holy shit. Garrett grimaces. EMMA (CONT’D) You can afford Comic-Con? A beat. He laughs in relief. GARRETT (relaxing) Erotica pays well, I guess. EMMA No kidding. Beat. Garrett leans forward. GARRETT I have it on the boat, you know. EMMA Erotica? GARRETT No! Halo.
EMMA You’re joking. He grins. EMMA (CONT’D) ...Can we? GARRETT Oh yeah. They hurriedly rise from the table. CALVIN (O.S.) Cut! The cameras stop rolling. Calvin races forward. CALVIN (CONT’D) Hold on. That wasn’t on the itinerary-GARRETT Oh, please, Cal? EMMA Yeah, Cal. Let the man enjoy himself. She gives Calvin a hard clap on the back and a triumphant smirk. Garrett excitedly leads her off, leaving a seething Calvin behind. With shrugs, the crew follows. INT. MANSION ENTRYWAY - NIGHT Emma sneaks into the silent mansion. Everyone seems to be asleep. She closes the door quietly. CARTER (O.S.) What the hell was that? She jumps. EMMA Jesus! Will you stop doing that!? CARTER That wasn’t the plan! EMMA How do you know?
Emma starts crossing the mansion to her room. Carter marches after her. CARTER You don’t think the crew was talking about that? Halo?! EMMA Relax, it was fine. CARTER Emma, when you play Halo with a man, you become his friend. Do you want a buddy, or do you want to win this thing? EMMA Holy crap, Carter. Calm down. CARTER You’re wrecking everything! You didn’t even try what I told you! Emma whips around and points in his face. EMMA Oh, I tried it, Carter. And you know what happened? I looked stupid. So from now on, we’re doing it my way. She walks again. EMMA (CONT’D) Besides. I’m pretty sure I won him over tonight. That money is mine. CARTER Well you sure didn’t win over Calvin. EMMA Screw Calvin. He’s a tool. CARTER Of course he is. But he controls whether you stay in this house or not. Emma stops. EMMA What do you mean?
CARTER Emma, don’t be naive. This is a show. He can just tell Garrett to get rid of you and that’s that. EMMA ...Garrett wouldn’t do it. CARTER Oh? Are you sure? Silence. Emma’s face is sober. CARTER (CONT’D) (sighing) I’ll handle Calvin, okay? In the meantime, you better get on his good side. Be the perfect little contestant for him. Emma nods. EMMA Yeah. Okay. CARTER Then it’ll be even better when you rub it in his weasel face. She smiles. He steps forward and puts his hands on her shoulders. CARTER (CONT’D) We still in this? Do you trust me? EMMA (smiling) Yeah. CARTER Good. (beat) You’re hot when you’re angry. She punches him in the shoulder, then kisses him. INT. MANSION CONFESSIONAL ROOM - DAY EMMA (sticky sweet) My date was wonderful. Garrett’s charming and funny, and I really like him.
Calvin gapes for a moment. The camera man seems surprised too. CALVIN Oh? Emma smiles wide. EMMA I think it’s safe to say I’m really falling for him. CALVIN R-really? Well. Hm. EMMA Everything went perfectly. I just can’t picture a more perfect man in the whole world. CALVIN Well, that’s fantastic! EMMA In fact, I want to marry him. And...and have babies. Lots of babies. And stuff. Calvin’s eyes narrow, suddenly suspicious. CALVIN Is that so? Shit. EMMA Uh...y-yes. CALVIN Your audition form says you don’t want kids. EMMA Oh...does it? Guess I changed my mind... CALVIN Interesting. Emma gulps. Calvin motions to cut. EMMA Are...are we done here?
CALVIN Yes. We’re done. She exits like a scolded puppy. EXT. MANSION - DAY Emma rushes to Carter’s trailer and gives a frantic knock on the door. Carter answers, shirtless and looking groggy. EMMA I screwed up. CARTER What? EMMA I had my confessional and everything was going great and then I went too far and Carter, I think he’s on to me! He’s on to me! CARTER Emma! Calm down! Emma chews a fingernail. EMMA Oh god, I blew it. CARTER (smug) Not so confident now, are you? EMMA Carter, this isn’t funny. CARTER Maybe if you had listened to me... EMMA Carter! CARTER Relax. I’ll talk to him. I’ll fix it. He grins and steps closer. CARTER (CONT’D) That’s what I’m here for. Emma relaxes a bit. She puts on a joking smile.
EMMA My hero. However can I repay you? Carter grins. She pushes him into the trailer and closes the door. Further off, Kara passes by and stops. She narrows her eyes at the sight of Emma entering the trailer. INT. MANSION LOUNGE - DAY As Emma lounges, Kylie bursts in, utterly blissful. KYLIE Oh, Emma! EMMA Hey. How was your date? KYLIE Amazing! We went bungie jumping! Emma tries to hide a snicker. EMMA Oh? That’s great. KYLIE I’m in love. EMMA That’s probably the adrenaline talking. KYLIE No. I mean it, Emma. I love him. It’s for real. She takes hold of Emma’s shoulders. KYLIE (CONT’D) And then he told me I was special, and that he wants to marry me, and-EMMA He did?! KYLIE Well, he would have, if the cameras hadn’t been there. EMMA Right...
KYLIE Oh, this is perfect. My nana can see a wedding before she gets the chair after all... Sighing happily, she floats into her room. She stops at the doorway. KYLIE (CONT’D) What about you? Do you like him? Beat. EMMA I think we could’ve been good friends, if things were different. Puzzled, Kylie exits. Emma is left with the smile wiped off her face. EXT. MANSION PATIO - NIGHT The token ceremony. The usual crew is present, Calvin lurking in the background. Carter stands to the side as Garrett picks up his first token. GARRETT Emma. The girls look shocked. KARA What? Emma steps forward with a fake ecstatic smile for the cameras. GARRETT Emma, will you accept this token of my love? Emma catches Carter’s eye. She grins. EMMA I would love to. She steps to the side. GARRETT Kylie.
Kylie leaps forward, just as gleeful as the first time. JUMP CUT TO: EXT. MANSION PATIO - NIGHT Chelsea has just joined Kara, ALISON, Kylie and Emma. She and Kara glare at Emma. DANA is the only girl remaining. Her eyes are rabid. DANA Are you kidding me? I’m kicked out, but she stays? She points wildly at Emma, who looks taken aback. GARRETT Dana-DANA No. This is bullshit. She stomps off without so much as a goodbye, slamming every door she can. Awkward beat. CARTER Well, that concludes the ceremony. Tune in next week for Token of Love. DANA (O.S.) Bullshit! Carter makes a “cut” motion across his throat and the cameras cut. A furious-looking Calvin yanks Garrett away. Carter catches Emma’s eye again, and they smile. CRASH. From the yard, a production assistant sprints onto the terrace, smoke billowing behind him. PRODUCTION ASSISTANT She set the hedge on fire. The crew members race away, one of them wielding a fire extinguisher. Carter motions with his head for Emma to follow him. With a sly grin, she obeys.
INT. CONFESSIONAL ROOM - NIGHT Carter pulls Emma behind a curtain in the dark and kisses her. They start making out like hormonal teenagers. Suddenly, the lights flip on. They freeze. CALVIN (O.S.) What the hell were you thinking? Carter and Emma are concealed behind the curtain. Still, they look terrified. GARRETT (O.S.) What do you mean? CALVIN (O.S.) Was I not clear about Emma? GARRETT (O.S.) Oh, Cal... CALVIN (O.S.) No. I told you to get rid of her. GARRETT I’m not getting rid of her, Cal. CALVIN Why the hell not? GARRETT Because I’m falling for her. Silence. Carter grins deviously at her, and she returns the look. CALVIN What?! GARRETT There’s something about her. She’s so genuine. It just feels so...real. Emma’s face registers a flicker of guilt. Her smile fades. CALVIN I sure hope you know what the hell you’re doing, Garrett. Footsteps. They’re gone. Carter clutches Emma’s face.
CARTER (whispering) I underestimated you. This is great! EMMA (faking a smile) Yeah... CARTER We’re in! He kisses her triumphantly. She kisses him back, but her eyes are troubled. INT. CONFESSIONAL ROOM - DAY POV Camera. Kara glares into the lens. CALVIN (O.S.) How do you feel today? KARA I just don’t get why Emma gets to leave with Garrett in a helicopter and we’re all stuck here. CALVIN (grudgingly) Well...he chose her for his date. KARA We’re in love. Don’t you see that? In love! CALVIN Wonderful. KARA He just doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe someone needs to get that ghetto trash out of the way for him to see it... INT. HELICOPTER - DAY Emma sits next to Garrett, both of them with headphones on. They survey the California landscape below them. The roar of the chopper is almost deafening. A camera man is wedged in across from them, the camera inches from their faces.
EMMA Pretty cool date, man. GARRETT What? EMMA (shouting) I said, pretty cool date! GARRETT (shouting back) This isn’t the date. This is only the transportation. Garrett grins at Emma’s confusion. As the helicopter descends, he produces a blindfold. EMMA Why do all your dates involve blinding me? Garrett laughs and secures the blindfold around her head. EXT. SAN DIEGO STREET - DAY Garrett leads Emma carefully to the exterior of a building. People dressed as superheroes flow around them in swarms. GARRETT Ready? EMMA Duh. He whips the blindfold off. Emma sees the sign “San Diego Comic-Con” and gasps. EMMA (CONT’D) No way! She looks like a kid in a candy store, staring with glee at the cosplayers around her. She turns back to see a smiling Garrett holding two costumes--Batman and Robin. Emma’s face splits into a ginormous grin. She snatches the Batman one and runs off. GARRETT What? Oh, come on! EMMA Thanks, Robin!
GARRETT Emma, you’re supposed to be Robin! Emma! He jogs after her. INT. COMIC-CON/ EXT. MANSION PATIO MONTAGE Comic-Con: Garrett and Emma emerge from a public bathroom. Emma, donning the Batman suit, doubles over in laughter at the sight of Garrett in his Robin tights. Garrett shakes his head, trying not to laugh. In a flash, Emma assumes a fighting pose, then runs off, Garrett following her. Back at the mansion: Chelsea is eliminated. She collapses onto the tile floor and sobs, curled in a ball. A few PA’s drag her away, her nails still trying to dig into the floor. Comic-Con: Garrett and Emma take a picture with a man dressed as Mr. Freeze, pretending to capture him. Mr. Freeze eyes Garrett’s tights with trepidation. Mansion: Alison bites the dust. Sobbing, she rips her mic pack off and throws it to the ground. Garrett takes a step forward, but her death glare stops him in his tracks. She stomps away, shoving a PA over the balcony. Comic-Con: A large bearded man signs a comic book for Emma. She runs back to Garrett to show him, doing a little dance. In her glee she pulls him into a bear hug. Garrett leans into it, closing his eyes as he takes in the scent of her hair. But she pulls away, dragging him to a new adventure. EXT. PATIO - NIGHT Kara’s out. KARA What? She hurls herself at Emma and takes her hostage, holding a butter knife to her throat. GARRETT Oh my god. CARTER Is that a butter knife?
KARA She needs to go, Garrett! Don’t trust her! She doesn’t love you like I do! I need you! EMMA You need medication. KARA Shut up! I know your secrets. (pointing at Carter) And you. CARTER (nervous) Kara, don’t be silly. GARRETT Wait, what’s she-CARTER She’s just heartbroken, can’t you see? Come on now, Kara. A production assistant attempts to subdue Kara, but she wrestles free. She brandishes the butter knife at him, and he shrinks away. KARA (to Emma) I see you for what you are. (to Garrett, desperate) Call me? She throws herself over the balcony. Landing with a THUD, she runs off along the sand, screeching in agony. The entire cast and crew watch her, dumbfounded, for a beat. Emma shakily backs up to return to Kylie’s side. GARRETT Well. I--um... Carter turns to the camera with a suave smile. CARTER Congratulations, Emma, Kylie. It’s down to you two. And for your last dates...well...Garrett, why don’t you tell them? GARRETT Wh--what? Oh. (attempting a grin) (MORE)
53. GARRETT (CONT'D) I’ll be visiting you in your hometowns.
Kylie squeals enthusiastically, but Emma’s mouth drops open. She hurls a death glare at Carter before composing her face into a blank smile. CARTER (to camera) Join us next time for the exciting finale of Token of Love. The red light blinks off. Emma whirls around and storms off into the mansion. GARRETT Emma? CARTER She’s just in shock. I’ll go talk to her. He runs after her. INT. MANSION HALLWAY - NIGHT Carter catches up to Emma and grabs her arm, spinning her around. CARTER What is your problem? EMMA (venomous) You didn’t tell me he’s coming to my house! CARTER What’s the big deal? You introduce him to your family, show him around town, and you’re done. EMMA Exactly! He’ll see everything! CARTER So? EMMA So?! I don’t want him to see where I live! My mother! She runs her hands through her hair in desperation.
EMMA (CONT’D) She’ll ruin it. CARTER Emma...I don’t understand. EMMA (sardonic) You wouldn’t. CARTER Look. I won’t be there to help you-EMMA Help me?! You’ve done nothing so far. CARTER Are you shitting me? You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me! EMMA Oh yeah. Your advice worked wonders. Christ, I might as well keep your share of the money. Suddenly, Carter pushes her against the wall. Emma’s eyes widen. He leans in close. CARTER You’re here because of me. Don’t you start getting any ideas. Emma stares daggers at him. After a tense beat, he releases her. CARTER (CONT’D) (icy) Have fun at home, sweetheart. Then he’s gone. INT. AIRPLANE - DAY Emma fidgets in her seat, biting her lip. Next to her, Garrett reaches over and squeezes her hand. GARRETT Are you okay? EMMA I’m fine.
GARRETT Are you afraid of flying? EMMA What? Oh...yeah. Garrett’s fingers caress her hand. GARRETT (smiling) It’ll be okay. A flight attendant approaches with a cart. She gasps when she sees Garrett. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Oh my god...oh my god...you’re the new Prince Charming! Garrett flushes and releases Emma’s hand. Several female heads whip around to stare. GARRETT (murmuring) Um...yes. FLIGHT ATTENDANT I cannot wait for your show to start! Can...can I have your autograph? GARRETT Really? Well...okay...do you have any paper? Excited whispers begin to buzz around the plane. A woman shoves a phone in front of Garrett’s face and snaps a picture. The flight attendant searches frantically for paper, coming up with nothing. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Uh...sign my uniform! GARRETT Excuse me? FLIGHT ATTENDANT My uniform! Sign it! She hands Garrett a permanent marker and points to her blouse, right above her left breast. Garrett turns beet red as he signs, his hands shaking a bit. Emma hides a snort of laughter. He hands the marker back, still crimson.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT (CONT’D) Mr. Prince Charming-GARRETT (mortified) Garrett, please. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Garrett...you let me know if you need anything. She leans in close. FLIGHT ATTENDANT (CONT’D) (seductive) And I mean anything. She takes a deep sniff of his hair, then walks away, purposely sashaying her hips. Women continue to stare with rabid expressions. Emma erupts into a snort, shaking with silent laughter. Garrett sinks into his seat. GARRETT Oh god... EMMA Well, look at you, Mr. Prince Charming. GARRETT (hiding a smile) It’s not funny. PILOT (O.S.) (over intercom) We are now descending into Detroit. Please fasten your seat belts. Emma’s smile vanishes. Garrett smiles at her as he fastens his seat belt. She tries to smile back, but her humor is gone. EXT. AIRPLANE - DAY Emma climbs down the ladder sulkily, her immediate hatred of Detroit written on her face. Garrett follows, but is stopped at the door by the same flight attendant. She grabs his arm and stuffs a scrap of paper into his hand.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT (low voice) If it doesn’t work out with this one...call me. GARRETT Oh...thank you... FLIGHT ATTENDANT Gretchen. GARRETT Thank you, Gretchen. FLIGHT ATTENDANT I’m a great cook. GARRETT That’s great. FLIGHT ATTENDANT I do yoga. I can put my legs up over my head. GARRETT Oh Jesus. Um, okay. She gives him a smile that reeks of desperation. CUSTOMER Can we keep the line moving, man? GARRETT (flustered) S--sorry. He tries to move away, but she still has his arm. Slowly, he pries his arm out of her grasp, avoiding her penetrating stare. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Call me! Terrified, he descends the ladder, where Emma waits for him at the bottom. EMMA She seems great. Garrett suppresses a laugh. EMMA (CONT’D) You should call her.
He puts Emma into a playful headlock, and they make their way to the black limousine and camera crew waiting for them. GARRETT Detroit, here we come. Emma grimaces. CUT TO: INT. LIMOUSINE - DAY The car is packed to the brim with crew members, Emma, and Garrett. Garrett and the crew stare with trepidation at the view. The entire city is gray and shabby, the buildings jutting like snaggled teeth. Equally gray pedestrians shamble along. EMMA I told you. They pass a building with boarded-up windows, a mysterious red stain seeping from the cracks. GARRETT No...it’s...lovely. A gang of elementary-aged kids on bikes watch as the limo passes. One kid smacks his palm menacingly with a lead pipe. DIRECTOR Maybe we should lock the doors. The crew nod vigorously in agreement, and the driver locks the doors. The limo stops at a red light and Garrett watches a man with a poodle on the corner. The poodle turns to look at him and suddenly bares its teeth, foaming at the mouth. GARRETT Jesus. He faces forward, his eyes wide. EXT. EMMA’S HOUSE - DAY The limo pulls up to a house in the outskirts and the crew gets out first.
Emma climbs out and gazes with distaste at the tiny, shabby abode, more like a trailer than an actual house. Children’s toys, plastic tarps, and old tires cover the lawn. Garrett appears behind her, smiling at first. Then he sees the house and pity crosses his face. Emma turns to him and he quickly arranges his face into a smile again. GARRETT Shall we? EMMA (sighing) I guess. She takes one step, and the front door bursts open. Four kids pour out and three of them race over to Emma. Two of her brothers, AIDEN, 11, and CALEB, 10, and her sister, HANNA, 7, hug her around the middle, laughing. Her other brother, ZACH, 15, hangs back warily. EMMA (CONT’D) Hey, little monsters! HANNA You’re home! You’re home! EMMA I sure am. Kiddos, this is my friend Garrett. GARRETT Hey, there. CALEB Is that a limo? EMMA (laughing) Garrett, these little munchkins are Aiden, Caleb, and Hanna. She touches each one on the head as she names them. Then she looks up. EMMA (CONT’D) And that’s Zach. (to Zach) What, are you allergic? Zach smiles and rolls his eyes, then grudgingly approaches and hugs Emma.
EMMA (CONT’D) Zach, this is Garrett. Zach narrows his eyes, studying him. ZACH Hey. EMMA Hey? That’s it? Zach leans in close to Garrett. ZACH (ridiculously serious) You better not hurt her. You got that? EMMA Whoa, man. Take it down a notch. ZACH I mean it. GARRETT I--I won’t-Zach continues to glare for a long beat, which makes Garrett fidget. MARLA (O.S.) Well it’s about damn time! Emma cringes. MARLA, 43, lets the screen door slam behind her. She’s pretty but hard to look at, like an ex-beauty queen turned drug addict. MARLA (CONT’D) You were supposed to be here an hour ago. The camera man glances at Emma, taken aback. She reddens. EMMA We took the...scenic route. DIRECTOR (under his breath) Some scenery. MARLA Well that’s just great. Keep us all waiting.
Emma presses her lips together, fighting back a retort. Marla spots the camera and fluffs her hair, suddenly demure. MARLA (CONT’D) Well, now. I’m not sure I’m camera ready. She gives an incredibly fake laugh and gazes into the lens. EMMA Jesus, Mom. Garrett clears his throat. EMMA (CONT’D) Oh. Right. Garrett, this is...my mother. GARRETT It’s so nice to meet you. Marla tears her eyes away from the camera. MARLA The Prince Charming at last. Come in, I made casserole. EMMA You cooked? MARLA It’s a special occasion, isn’t it? Marla retreats back into the house, the kids and crew following behind her. Emma gives an apologetic look to Garrett, who simply smiles. The camera man trips over what looks suspiciously like a human femur and hurries into the house, terrified. INT. “HOUSE” - DAY The entire group--Garrett, Emma, Marla, Zach, Aiden, Caleb, and Hanna, are all seated around a small round table, looking rather squished. In addition, the camera crew tries to squeeze into the tiny space around them. A sort of grey casserole is passed around. Caleb moves to dig in. MARLA Now hold on, let’s say grace.
EMMA Mom, we never say grace. Marla forces a glittering smile for the camera. MARLA (through her teeth) Just shut up and do it. Emma shakes her head, exasperated. Marla folds her hands dramatically. MARLA (CONT’D) Dear lord-AIDEN Mom, can we eat? MARLA Shut it! Dear lord, thank you for this food. Amen. Now you can eat. EMMA That’s it? MARLA Yes. Cut the attitude. Emma sighs and picks up her fork. From across the table, Garrett catches Zach’s eye. Zach makes a cut-throat motion and Garrett’s eyes widen. EMMA Wait, where’s your boyfriend? MARLA Phil? Oh, he’s in prison. EMMA Again?! MARLA Some bullshit about manslaughter. I say, if they never find the body they got no proof. The camera man’s eyes widen. HANNA (to Garrett) Are you a real prince? Garrett smiles.
GARRETT No, I-MARLA He sure is. And he’s gonna marry our Emma and make her a princess. And then she’ll make us all rich. EMMA Mother. HANNA Will I be a princess? MARLA Not unless you’re smart and you marry a prince, like your sister. EMMA Mom, stop it. Garrett smiles uncomfortably. MARLA What? Better she learns now. EMMA Hanna, you can do anything you want. MARLA Don’t tell her that. You’ll put stupid ideas in her head. EMMA Oh, and “marrying a prince” isn’t a stupid idea? MARLA (icy) Not as stupid as law school. Emma looks like she could spit venom. GARRETT (loudly) Now hold on a minute. Surprised, all heads whip in his direction. GARRETT (CONT’D) You mean to tell me she’s not already a princess?
He feigns shock and turns to Hanna. GARRETT (CONT’D) I could have sworn you were a princess. HANNA (wide-eyed) Really? GARRETT Oh, yes. Princes can always tell. Doesn’t she seem like a princess to you, Emma? Beat. EMMA Well, yeah. How did I never notice? Hanna’s grin is luminous as a silent Marla returns to her food. Emma looks with admiration at Garrett, who smiles at her. Even Zach seems somewhat impressed. CALEB If you’re a prince, can you do magic? AIDEN That’s a wizard, stupid. Emma gives a small laugh, still grinning at Garrett. EXT. EMMA’S HOUSE - EVENING Emma and Garrett exit out the front door, Garrett’s arm around her. EMMA That went...okay. Right? GARRETT (smiling) It was fine. She still looks unconvinced. The crew tumbles out after them. CAMERA MAN (mumbling) Well. That was interesting. Emma grimaces. Garrett throws the camera man a look.
CAMERA MAN (CONT’D) Sorry. DIRECTOR Now what? EMMA What do you mean? DIRECTOR Where are we going? EMMA Uh...the airport? I, for one, want to get the hell out of here. GARRETT Well...normally you would show me around town first. You know, something romantic. It’s, um...in the script. EMMA Oh. Right. CAMERA MAN Good luck finding romance here. He gestures to the grey landscape. GARRETT I’m...I’m sure she knows of something. Emma ponders for a moment. EMMA Well, there is one thing. GARRETT Great! She grabs his hand and takes off through the back yard, the crew scuttling after them. EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - EVENING Emma and Garrett walk side by side on the tracks, Emma balancing on a rail while Garrett steadies her. As always, the crew’s silent presence is behind them, filming the whole thing.
GARRETT I’m used to unconventional families, you know. Who do you think forced me into erotica? EMMA Really? GARRETT My dad built an empire, then left it to me to run. EMMA So there’s a Porno King, Senior. He laughs. Emma smiles but still looks like something’s troubling her. Beat. GARRETT Emma. I don’t care. Emma stops. EMMA What? GARRETT Your family could be convicted felons and I wouldn’t care. EMMA (bitter) Well, you’re in luck. You can meet my dad sometime. Garrett wrinkles his nose. GARRETT Really? (beat) Well it doesn’t matter. Because I care about you. Only you. And you can’t be defined by the people who made you. She regards him as if for the first time. EMMA How do you do that? GARRETT What?
EMMA The whole...wise old Jedi thing. GARRETT (grinning) You think I’m a Jedi? He steps closer. EMMA Well. Sometimes. GARRETT I’ll take that as a compliment. Slowly, he leans in. Emma is frozen, knowing what’s about to happen. She closers her eyes slightly. Soon, he almost-DIRECTOR Zoom in to a close-up for the kiss. And just like that, the moment is gone. They both pull away, exasperated. Emma starts walking again. GARRETT (whispering) Jesus, Aaron. DIRECTOR Sorry. EMMA (O.S.) Well, we’re here! Garrett and the crew catch up to Emma, who stands on the tracks over the river. The water is far below, shimmering blue in contrast to its surroundings. GARRETT Wow. EMMA I know. I used to come here all the time. She points across the tracks. EMMA (CONT’D) The best part is, just over there is Canada. I used to imagine just swimming to the other side and never looking back.
Garrett watches her smile wistfully for a beat. Then, without warning, she pulls her shirt over her head. GARRETT Whoa! Wh--What are you doing? EMMA (duh) We’re jumping. GARRETT We’re what? EMMA Oh, come on. I know for a fact you’ve been bungee jumping. This is nothing. She slides her pants down, now only in her underwear and bra. Garrett gapes for a second. EMMA (CONT’D) Well? You coming? Beat. Garrett frantically whips his shirt and jeans off, throwing them onto the tracks. The camera man moves close to Emma’s chest, and she swats the camera away. EMMA (CONT’D) Will you stop it? (to Garrett) Ready? DIRECTOR Wait, we can’t go in there! The camera! EMMA (sly) Guess you’ll just have to watch from up here, then. Garrett smiles in surprise. Suddenly Emma leaps off the edge and plunges into the water. GARRETT Emma! He peers over the edge and sees her surface. EMMA Come on! Don’t be a wimp!
GARRETT I’m not a wimp! EMMA Wimp! Garrett frowns and straightens up. Beat. EMMA (CONT’D) Come on! GARRETT Just give me a minute! Emma laughs. He plugs his nose. Another beat. He takes a deep breath and jumps. EXT. LAKE - EVENING SPLASH. He hits the water and comes up spluttering. Laughing, Emma swims over to him. EMMA See? That wasn’t so-He grabs her and kisses her. Taken by surprise, at first she doesn’t react. After a moment, she wraps her arms around him and leans into the kiss as they tread water. EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - EVENING DIRECTOR Damn it! There it is! Did you get it? The camera man looks up from the eyepiece. CAMERA MAN It’s too far. DIRECTOR Goddamn it! EXT. LAKE - EVENING Garrett pulls away. GARRETT I--I’m not really supposed to say this...but...I’m really falling for you.
The guilt is oozing from Emma’s expression. She can’t speak. Beat. EMMA Let’s go back. She swims ahead of him, frowning. INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT Emma stares straight ahead, her expression somber. Garrett is asleep, his head resting on her shoulder like a child. The crew are asleep in the seats behind her. She glances over at Garrett, then lifts his blanket a little, covering him better. She sighs. INT. MANSION - NIGHT A weary Emma enters with her duffel bag and shuts the door behind her. She leans against the door to gather her thoughts, running a hand through her hair. CARTER (O.S.) Well? Emma jumps about a foot. EMMA Jesus Christ! She hits him hard on the shoulder. EMMA (CONT’D) Will you stop that?! CARTER How’d it go? Any problems? EMMA (distracted) No. Everything was fine. CARTER You’re lying. You look upset. EMMA He said he loves me. Carter’s eyes widen. He grabs Emma’s arm and yanks her into a side room.
INT. MANSION SIDE ROOM - CONTINUOUS EMMA Ow! Carter! CARTER He said he loved you? He said those words, exactly? EMMA Well...no. CARTER What did he say? EMMA He--he said he’s really falling for me. CARTER That’s not good enough, Emma. EMMA What? But he-CARTER He needs to love you. He needs to be so head-over-heels about you he doesn’t even notice Miss Goody TwoShoes. Because you know what? He’s visiting her tomorrow. And if you’re not careful, she’ll win him over. EMMA What the hell do you want me to do? Fly over there with them and set her house on fire? CARTER I want you to make him forget her. He flicks her on the nose at the word “forget.” EMMA Ow! Emma blinks at him, befuddled. CARTER Tomorrow night, when he comes back, you go to his room and make him forget all about her.
EMMA You can’t be serious. CARTER Do you want this money or not? Or...or do you actually like him? (mockingly) That’s it, isn’t it? Emma’s got a crush. EMMA No! I don’t feel a thing for Garrett. I just...feel bad for him. He doesn’t deserve this. CARTER Huh. Maybe you’re not the girl I thought you were. You’ve gone soft. Well, enjoy being poor. He starts to walk away. EMMA Wait. He stops with a half smile. EMMA (CONT’D) I’ll do it. CARTER That’s my girl. He kisses her on the forehead, which makes her cringe a little. Then he’s gone. Emma closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY Emma watches from the second-story window as Kylie scampers outside to where Garrett waits by the car. She flings her arms around him in ecstasy, which sends him backward for a moment. They steady themselves, laughing, and he opens the door for her. Then he climbs in after her and the car drives off. Emma turns away from the window. She’s still in her pajamas, her hair askew, looking like utter crap. With a sigh, she grabs the remote and turns the TV on. An old noir film is just beginning. With a shrug, she settles in to watch. CUT TO:
INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - LATER Emma’s angry face is tear-stained. On-screen, the femme fatale shoots the hero. EMMA You bitch! He trusted you! He trusted you! She throws her Kleenex box at the TV in angst. The RINGING of the HOUSE PHONE jars her back to reality. She picks it up. EMMA (CONT’D) What? CARTER (O.S.) You ready? EMMA Carter, they’re not even back yet. CARTER (O.S.) They will be soon. She lives around here, remember? Are you dressed for...the occasion? Emma regards her ratty pajamas. EMMA Yeah. CARTER Good. Be ready. And please, Emma...act sexy. He hangs up. Emma heaves herself up and trudges to her closet. She swats her clothes around for a while, sighing to herself. EMMA I don’t do sexy. Beat. Her eye wanders to Kylie’s closet, where she spies a slinky red satin dress. In unnecessary stealth mode, she tiptoes over and removes the dress from its hanger. Then she eyes a lacy red bra hanging on Kylie’s bedpost. CUT TO: INT. LOUNGE - NIGHT Now donning the red dress, Emma admires herself in the fulllength mirror. She clutches her breasts, impressed.
EMMA Damn, Miracle Bra. You live up to your name. Kylie enters slowly and closes the door behind her with a CLICK. Emma whirls around. EMMA (CONT’D) (panicked) Oh. Hey. KYLIE You’re still up! I-She sees the dress. KYLIE (CONT’D) Oh my god. EMMA (oh shit) I can explain-KYLIE We have the same dress?! We are besties! EMMA (relieved) What a coincidence. Kylie starts for the bedroom. EMMA (CONT’D) How’d it go? KYLIE (sighing happily) It was wonderful. He met my parents, and then we went out on my family’s sailboat-EMMA You’re family has a sailboat? KYLIE And then we had dinner by the seaside. He said it was a magical day. Emma frowns. EMMA Did he, now?
KYLIE It was perfect. Even more perfect than my date with Ben Affleck. EMMA Wait, what? You had a date with Ben Affleck? KYLIE Well, I followed him around Los Angeles for a day. I even climbed a tree and watched him bathe. It was fantastic. EMMA Jesus, Kylie. Beat. Emma steels herself. EMMA (CONT’D) Well. I’m going to go...take a walk. KYLIE Now? It’s pretty late. EMMA Yeah...I know. Kylie gasps and her eyes widen. KYLIE Emma! EMMA (panicked) Wh--what? KYLIE You’re going to smoke a cigarette! Beat. EMMA Yes. Yes I am. KYLIE Promise me you’ll think about quitting. EMMA (patronizing) I will.
She makes a getaway and opens the door. She’s almost through it when-KYLIE Hey, Emma? Emma sighs. EMMA What? KYLIE I’m so glad we’re besties. Crap. EMMA Yeah. Me, too. With a pained expression, she closes the door behind her. INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT Emma comes to a halt outside Garrett’s door. After taking a deep breath, she straightens her dress and nervously pats her hair. A beat. She knocks. GARRETT (O.S.) Just a minute. Emma’s almost hyperventilating. She calms herself down just as Garrett opens the door. GARRETT (CONT’D) Emma. EMMA (forced sexy) Hey. Her voice is too low, like a smoker. She frowns at herself. GARRETT You look...wow. Wh--what are you doing here? She tries leaning seductively against the door frame. EMMA I thought maybe we could--
She misses the door frame and nearly falls over. Straightening back up, she aims correctly this time, tossing her hair with terrible acting skills. EMMA (CONT’D) --you know, talk. GARRETT Um...uh...yeah, come in. She slips past him into his suite. After a quick check of the hallway, he closes the door. INT. GARRETT’S SUITE - NIGHT Emma turns to face Garrett. EMMA Well. GARRETT Well. Beat. She crosses to the fridge and pulls out a bottle. EMMA (teasing) Oh, champagne. Were you expecting me? GARRETT Th--that’s um, really old, actually. It was there when I got here. EMMA ...Oh. Well. Let’s break it open, shall we? She grabs two flutes and pops the bottle open. Her hands are shaking, which makes her spill some. EMMA (CONT’D) (mumbling) Come on, pull yourself together. She turns, now composed, and hands a flute to Garrett, giving him forced sexy eye contact. She holds up her flute, and Garrett toasts it; then he downs the whole thing in one gulp. GARRETT Oh god, it’s terrible.
EMMA Whoa, there. Slow down. GARRETT Sorry. It’s just--it’s really hot in here. Do you think it’s hot? He pulls at his collar, looking uncomfortable. EMMA You, uh...want mine? GARRETT Thanks. He gulps that down, too and winces. GARRETT (CONT’D) Oh Jesus. EMMA Can champagne even go bad? GARRETT Apparently. Emma takes the flute and sets it gently on the dresser. Suddenly, she wraps her arms around him and kisses him hard. He kisses back, though seeming very awkward. Emma starts unbuttoning his shirt. GARRETT (CONT’D) Oh...oh man... She pulls it off, then starts on his pants. Garrett’s breathing quickly, looking like he’s going to have a heart attack. GARRETT (CONT’D) Um, Emma... When he’s in his underwear, she lowers her dress so she’s in her underwear, too. She kisses him again. GARRETT (CONT’D) Wow...um...this is escalating-Silencing him with another kiss, she pushes him onto the bed. GARRETT (CONT’D) Emma-She climbs on top of him and straddles him.
GARRETT (CONT’D) I don’t think-She bends down and kisses him again. GARRETT (CONT’D) Emma, stop! Stop! She sits up, bewildered. EMMA What? GARRETT I just--I can’t... He’s panting, with a pained expression on his face. She gets off of him, sitting down next to him. Looking like he’s about to have a panic attack, he sits up and braces himself. EMMA Are...are you okay? GARRETT I just get really...really nervous about these things. And that champagne is about to come back up. He’s fanning himself like an old woman. Fighting back laughter, Emma places a hand on his shoulder blade. EMMA Hey, it’s okay. GARRETT I gotta take it slow. I’m not--not used to this. EMMA But you’re the Porno King, for chrissake. GARRETT I know. I know. I just don’t really...do that. He’s grimacing, completely embarrassed. EMMA Well. You know what? I like that. GARRETT Really?
EMMA Yup. Garrett lies back on the bed, looking wan. GARRETT Hey Emma? EMMA Yeah? GARRETT Never make me drink mystery alcohol again, okay? EMMA (laughing) Deal. GARRETT I think I’m dying. Emma lies down next to him. EMMA You can’t die from expired champagne. GARRETT (woozy) You don’t know that. Laughing, she takes his hand, and he pulls her into a full-on cuddle pose. CUT TO: INT. GARRETT’S SUITE - MORNING Emma awakens, Suddenly, she makes its way still asleep. peaceful... still in Garrett’s arms. She smiles dreamily. fully wakes up and reality hits her. A frown across her face. She watches Garrett, who’s Emma looks like she’s about to cry. He looks so
Suddenly, he snorts loudly. Emma jumps, then shakes her head, dislodging herself. She hastily throws her dress back on and tiptoes out the door, closing it gently behind her.
INT. HALLWAY - MORNING Emma leans against the hallway wall, her hand covering her eyes. CARTER (O.S.) Did you do it? She jumps. EMMA God damnit. CARTER Well? Beat. EMMA Yeah. I did it. CARTER And? EMMA (snapping) And what? CARTER How was it? EMMA Fine. CARTER (grinning) Good. My turn... He moves in and starts kissing her neck. Violently she shoves him off. EMMA Get the hell off me. CARTER What? Emma-EMMA Just leave me alone. She storms off, leaving him to watch her go with narrowed eyes.
INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY Emma enters and sits heavily on her bed. With a sigh, she lies down and curls into a ball. Tears threaten, but she scrunches her face, holding them back in anger. EMMA Damn it, Emma. She rolls over. CUT TO: INT. EMMA AND KYLIE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT Emma has fallen asleep. A shadow hovers over her. Suddenly Kylie pounces, dressed in an evening gown. Emma awakens with a scream. EMMA Kylie! What the hell-KYLIE Rise and shine! You slept all day. It’s almost time for the last token! EMMA I’m not going. She covers her face, but Kylie tugs her out of bed. KYLIE Come on, I’ll do your hair! INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Emma faces the mirror, now looking quite pretty in a simple floor-length sundress. Behind her stands Kylie, gently taming Emma’s hair with a curling iron. EMMA Why are you being so nice to me? KYLIE Because we’re friends, of course. Emma manages a weak smile.
KYLIE (CONT’D) I know that if I happened to have a little “oops” and needed an alibi, you would be there to help me. EMMA I--what? KYLIE And I would do the same for you. EMMA Wait, is this like a real thing? Kylie removes the curling iron and surveys her work. KYLIE There. You look beautiful. EMMA Thanks, Kylie. KYLIE Hey, Emma? No matter what happens, we’ll stay friends, right? EMMA ...Right. Kylie beams and takes Emma’s hand. Beat. EMMA (CONT’D) I have to tell him. KYLIE Tell him what? A CREWMEMBER pops her head in. CREWMEMBER We’re ready for you. Kylie squeals and takes Emma’s hand, leading her off. EXT. PATIO - NIGHT Kylie drags Emma to their marked spots, beaming all the while. Emma spots Garrett smiling warmly at her and hurries over to him. EMMA (hushed) I have to talk to you.
GARRETT You look beautiful. EMMA Uh, thanks. You do too. I mean-look. I have to tell you something. But you’ll hate me for it. GARRETT What? EMMA You can’t go through with this. Carter and I-GARRETT Emma, what are you talking about? EMMA Just listen to me! DIRECTOR Places! Let’s get this started. A PA drags Emma off. EMMA Wait! Garrett-DIRECTOR Action! The PA deposits a distraught Emma next to Kylie as Carter steps out. He and Emma share a tense glance. With a nod, the camera comes to life and Carter instantly plasters a dashing grin across his face. CARTER Hello and welcome to the finale of Token of Love. It’s been a long journey filled with heartbreak, adventure, and yes, even love. Garrett throws a smitten glance at Emma, who looks like she’s ready to jump out of her skin. Kylie grips Emma’s arm with a crazed fervor. CARTER (CONT’D) And now it’s time for Garrett to choose his future wife. Will it be Kylie or Emma? Let’s find out. Garrett, it’s all you.
Carter steps aside and the cameras whip around to Garrett, who suddenly looks nervous. A long reality show pause. GARRETT Kylie, could you please come forward? Wide-eyed and pale, Kylie barely makes it without keeling over. She’s close to hyperventilating. Emma freezes. GARRETT (CONT’D) Kylie-KYLIE (beaming) Yes? Garrett reads off a cue card behind her. GARRETT I’ve really enjoyed our time together. Your...enthusiasm...is like a ray of sunshine. Kylie nods, her face about to split in half. EMMA (under her breath) Come on...come on... GARRETT But... Kylie’s smile disappears. GARRETT (CONT’D) I’ve fallen in love with someone else. I’m sorry. EMMA (under her breath) Shit. Kylie stands dumbstruck. A long beat. GARRETT Kylie? Confused, she turns directly to Calvin.
KYLIE But...you promised. Slowly, she grows crazed. KYLIE (CONT’D) You said it was in the bag! All heads turn to Calvin, who tries to disappear among the crew. CARTER (enjoying this) Oh, Calvin. You didn’t. GARRETT Wait, what’s she-Kylie clutches Garrett. KYLIE Don’t do this. I love you. You’re my prince charming! GARRETT Kylie, I’m sorry. KYLIE Garrett, please! Carter makes a whirling gesture, and a young male production assistant tears a now-sobbing Kylie away. He looks like he’s in heaven as she wails into his shoulder. Craftily he tries to rest his hand on her boob, but she swats it away, still weeping. Beat. Carter gives an expectant nod to Garrett. GARRETT Oh. Emma, please come forward. EMMA No, I don’t-GARRETT (smiling) Come on! Slowly and with great pain, she takes a few steps till she stands in front of him. She turns around and seems a cue card behind her. EMMA Garrett, I--
GARRETT (reading) Emma, I knew from our first date that you were the one. You’re the most genuine, beautiful person I’ve ever met. And I can’t imagine anyone else standing in front of me right now. Emma covers her face. Garrett kneels, beaming. GARRETT (CONT’D) So I’d like to ask you-CARTER (O.S.) Hold on. Like a frightened animal Emma turns to see Carter approaching with a large tablet. He looks at the camera with exaggerated graveness as he speaks. CARTER (CONT’D) Garrett, before you go on, there’s something you, and all of America, need to know. Emma is not what she seems. GARRETT What? EMMA Oh my god. CARTER Why don’t you just take a look at the footage. EMMA No, Garrett-He switches the tablet on, and a camera hovers over Garrett’s shoulder to film it. Emma’s face pops up on the screen, talking to an unseen person off camera. EMMA (ONSCREEN) (CONT’D) I’m taking them down. Garrett, Calvin, everyone. They won’t know what hit ‘em. The shot switches to her in the entryway. EMMA (ONSCREEN) (CONT’D) I’m pretty sure I won him over tonight. That money is mine.
A last shot of her in the side room. EMMA (ONSCREEN) (CONT’D) No! I don’t feel a thing for Garrett. The screen flickers to black. Garrett and the camera turn to the real Emma, who stares back on the brink of tears. GARRETT You knew about the money. EMMA Garrett-GARRETT Don’t. His face is stony. Deflated, he walks to the pedestal. CARTER (to camera) For those of you at home, we had intended for Emma to choose between Garrett and one million dollars as a test of her love. EMMA (snapping) Shut up, Carter. Garrett returns and shoves the envelope in Emma’s hands. GARRETT There. You got what you wanted. Now go. EMMA Garrett, please-GARRETT Congratulations. He turns and pushes past the crew into the mansion, ripping his mic off in the process. Emma stands for a moment covering her face with her hand. KYLIE You didn’t even like him. EMMA Kylie--
KYLIE But you stole him anyway! She shakes her head. KYLIE (CONT’D) Calvin was right about you. She shoves Emma back, and then she too disappears past the crew. Losing the battle not to cry, Emma gazes at the crew staring back at her, dozens of faces filled with disdain. Calvin gives a smug glare. CALVIN I think you should leave. Slowly, like in a dream, Emma turns and begins walking through the yard to driveway. EXT. FRONT YARD - NIGHT She clutches the envelope, staggering a little as her heels sink into the grass. CARTER (O.S.) Emma! She stops at the driveway to see Carter running to catch up. Her expression hardens. EMMA This is your fault! CARTER (smirking) No, Emma. This was all your doing. Angry tears welling up again, she turns and continues walking. CARTER (CONT’D) Wait. EMMA What the hell do you want? CARTER My share. She stops. Turns back around.
EMMA (incredulous) I’m sorry, what? CARTER My share of the money. I believe I earned it. He steps forward and holds out his hand. Beat. Suddenly, Emma gains clarity. She charges forward and hauls a punch straight into Carter’s face. He stumbles backward, falling on his ass. EMMA Yeah. You earned it. She marches down the driveway, leaving him behind. FADE TO: INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - EVENING A live audience, overwhelmingly female, claps and cheers as cameras come to life. On cue, Carter strides onto the set, consisting of a couch and a simple chair. Carter takes a seat in the chair and flashes the camera a dazzling smile. CARTER Hello, America, and welcome to Token of Love: The Aftermath. In this live broadcast, we’ll follow up with our most memorable contestants, and yes, even our Prince Charming, Garrett. The crowd of women goes into a frenzy reminiscent of a Bieber concert. CARTER (CONT’D) Should we bring him out, ladies? More emphatic cheering. CARTER (CONT’D) Let’s welcome Garrett to the stage, everyone. Garrett emerges sheepishly on set. A woman tosses her underwear at him and it hits him square in the face.
CARTER (CONT’D) Ladies, ladies. No throwing things. At a gesture from Carter, he takes a seat on the couch. He looks unhappy and overwhelmed, avoiding the hysterical audience. INT. BACKSTAGE - CONTINUOUS Emma stands picking at her nails, ready to jump out of her skin. Next to her stands an icy Kylie. Emma catches her eye and smiles, but Kylie turns away. INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - CONTINUOUS CARTER And no reunion show would be complete without the brightest ray of sunshine we’ve had yet. Come on out, Kylie! More cheers, this time warm and approving. INT. BACKSTAGE - CONTINUOUS Kylie instantly tosses on a glowing smile and glides with confidence into the spotlight. INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - CONTINUOUS A beaming Kylie takes a seat right next to Garrett, squeezing him on the arm. He smiles back halfheartedly. CARTER (faux grave) But for every hero we have a villain. You watched her weasel her way to the top, only to break Garrett’s heart in the finale. Garrett’s expression sinks further. INT. BACKSTAGE - CONTINUOUS Emma takes several deep breaths. EMMA (under her breath) You can do this.
CARTER (O.S.) You loved to hate her, and we have her here tonight! Emma, come on out! INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - CONTINUOUS A chorus of BOO’s erupt from the audience. Slowly, Emma steps out. She stops at the wall of hatred flowing her way. With another deep breath, she crosses the set and sinks down gingerly next to Kylie, furthest from Carter. CARTER (smug) Well, well. You’re sure not very popular here. Why would you show up? She tosses a frigid glare at him. EMMA I’m obligated under contract, apparently. CARTER And what have you been up to? She looks down at her hands and starts picking her nails. EMMA I applied to law school. And set up college funds for my siblings. CARTER With the money you won with your deception. EMMA (snapping) Yes. Another deafening round of BOO’s. AUDIENCE MEMBER You suck! The audience member throws a shoe at her. EMMA Ow!
CARTER Ladies! Please stop throwing things. (to Emma) So you’ve spent it all. EMMA (cold) I gave the rest of it away. To a new youth center in Detroit. CARTER Oh? Emma glances at Garrett sadly. EMMA It didn’t feel right keeping it. Garrett looks up at her. They lock eyes for a moment. The audience BOOs again. EMMA (CONT’D) (exasperated) Oh, come on. CARTER (to Kylie) Let’s hear from you. How have you handled the betrayal? KYLIE I was in a really bad place after the finale. But my lawyer says I shouldn’t talk about it because we haven’t gone to trial yet. Long pause. CARTER Okay... (beat) Now, what was this about our producer? Something about a deal? He smirks at Calvin in the audience, whose eyes go wide. KYLIE Well, he told me that I was a fan favorite and he would help me win-Calvin makes a slashing motion across his throat, but the damage is already done.
GARRETT (angry) What, was I the only person on this show who was honest? KYLIE I only did it because I love you! CARTER Now, now. Let’s put this behind us and focus on how awful Emma is. Emma glares at him. CARTER (CONT’D) (faux grave) What went into the planning of this horrible, heartbreaking scheme? EMMA (icy) Well, you should know. It was your idea. The audience gasps. Carter freezes. CALVIN What? Garrett covers his face with his hands. GARRETT Oh god, this isn’t happening. CARTER Oh, come on. She’s a compulsive liar! EMMA You’re a compulsive douchebag. CARTER (to audience) Will you really believe the girl who broke Garrett’s heart? The audience BOO’s in response. KYLIE Can I just say something? CARTER (relieved) Of course.
KYLIE I want you to know that I still love you and I know we have something, and I would be willing to take you back. She smiles sweetly as the audience goes wild with approval. Emma’s eyes lower. CARTER (seizing the moment) How sweet. Garrett, what do you say to that? Beat. GARRETT Kylie, you’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met. Even if sometimes I’m afraid of you. And the entire universe would say that I should be with you. A long beat. Kylie is absolutely radiant with joy. GARRETT (CONT’D) But love doesn’t work like that. The audience buzzes and Kylie’s face falls. GARRETT (CONT’D) I was so mad at you, Emma. But then I realized: it was a game. Of course you’d treat it like one. And the stupid thing is, I’m still in love with you. KYLIE What? CARTER What? EMMA What? KYLIE Garrett, she’s a horrible person. GARRETT She’s not, though. EMMA No, I really am.
CARTER She doesn’t love you. EMMA It’s true. I don’t. GARRETT (to Emma) Look, I know why you did it. And you have the money now. So let’s start over. Emma leaps up. EMMA Are you kidding? I screwed you over! Garrett stands, too. GARRETT You love me, Emma. I know you do. And there’s no other girl who could get me to wear a Robin costume. Carter and Kylie give each other a bewildered look. GARRETT (CONT’D) Or jump off a bridge. But I did it because I felt something. And you did too when you kissed me back. EMMA That wasn’t the real me. GARRETT (frustrated) Yes it was, Emma. The hair-flipping and the sexy outfits--those weren’t you. But the girl kicking my ass at Halo--the girl kissing me in the Detroit River was. Emma’s stance softens. GARRETT (CONT’D) I’m not saying I want us to get married right now or anything. I just want to take you on a date sometime. A real one. Away from the cameras and helicopters and cheesy soundtrack. Just you and me. Beat. No one moves. Garrett grows sheepish.
GARRETT (CONT’D) So...what do you say? Emma regards Garrett as though she’s never seen him before. A long, long beat. EMMA That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard. GARRETT (grinning) Shut up. WHAM. In two strides she’s in front of him, pulling his face to hers. The kiss is passionate, Garrett’s arms wrapped tightly around her. The audience goes wild. Kylie and Carter both leap up. CARTER Oh shit-KYLIE No! Kylie bursts into tears. Emma and Garrett pull away, grinning. Suddenly, Emma ducks as a smoothie is hurtled at her head. CARTER (to audience) How many times to I have to tell you! Kylie lets out a screech and attacks Calvin. Shrieks of terror come from the audience. EMMA (quiet) How about that date? GARRETT Let’s get out of here. He takes her hand and leads her off the set. CARTER What the hell are you doing? EMMA Winning the game.
Garrett tugs her away, out the side doors, leaving Carter, Kylie, the audience, the cameras, everything behind. CARTER Wait-SLAM. The doors shut the past inside. EXT. STUDIO - EVENING Garrett leads Emma to a moped and climbs on, revving the engine. EMMA Of course you have a moped. GARRETT Try not to get too turned on. He revs it, faking a sexy stare. He then turns the moped so it’s facing west, toward a beautiful sunset. EMMA Oh no. We are not riding off into the sunset. GARRETT Oh yes we are. EMMA Jesus, it’s like the end of one of your romance novels. GARRETT Are you in or not? He holds his hand out. Beat. Emma grins. EMMA I’m in. Grabbing his hand, she climbs on behind him. He takes off, Emma shrieking and laughing. EMMA (O.S.) (CONT’D) So where to, Porno King? GARRETT (O.S.) That one’s never going away, is it?
EMMA (O.S.) Not a chance. FADE OUT.