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CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY, NORTHRIDGE THE SECRET LIVES OF ANNABELLE A project submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Masters of Fine Arts in Screenwriting by Adquanita Curtis May 2019 Copyright by Adquanita Curtis 2019 !ii The thesis screenplay of Adquanita Curtis is approved: _____________________________________ ____________ Professor Jared Rappaport Date _____________________________________ ____________ Professor Dianah Wynter Date _____________________________________ ____________ Professor Scott Sturgeon, Chair Date California State University, Northridge !iii Table of Contents Copyright Page ii Signature Page iii Abstract v The Secret Lives of Annabelle 1 Series Bible 68 !iv ABSTRACT THE SECRET LIVES OF ANNABELLE: by Adquanita Curtis Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting A drama-driven suspense about a traveling nurse who, with the help of her sister and pill addicted recruiter, go to great lengths to keep her husband and children from finding out about her secret second family. !v THE SECRET LIVES OF ANNABELLE EXT. A NEIGHBORHOOD IN CALIFORNIA - DAY It’s a bright, clear, sunny day in suburbia. Modest to high-end homes and cars line the perfectly manicured streets and driveways. KIDS (all ages/races) are ushered off to school, daycare, doctor’s appointments, wherever, by their PARENTS or NANNIES. Trendy, early morning RUNNERS and CYCLISTS, rocking the latest workout gear and accessories maneuver the roads. We pan the neighborhood until we spot-- TANAKA CONSTRUCTION & RENOVATIONS vehicles taking up most of the space in front of a beautiful two-story contemporary house. CREW MEMBERSCUT fileTO: in and out, removing debris and adding renovation tools, paint, etc. INT. TANAKA HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - DAY ANNABELLE MATHERS (36, BLACK, magnetic, resourceful, deceitful, intimidating) sits inside the waterless bathtub, dressed in workout gear. Minus socks and shoes. Phone in hand. The closed door mutes the sound of POWER TOOLS and PEOPLE TALKING and LAUGHING downstairs. She scrolls through INSTAGRAM. Likes photo/post of: INSERTS: - LITTLE GIRL (8, BLACK) at a PETTING ZOO, looks terrified as one of the animals eats from her hand. - Gif, captioned: Never allow a man to call you something he won’t call his own ball headed wig wearing ass mama. A TEXT comes in via a COVERME APP. Annabelle opens it. ON-SCREEN: I want to see you again. Her response: ON-SCREEN: I told you that was a one time thing. The door knob turns, it’s locked. SOMEONE (O.S.) Ma? Another text. ANNABELLE I’ll be out in a minute. Opens-- ON-SCREEN: What if I told you I missed having the taste of you on my tongue? Someone aggressively turns the door knob again. SOMEONE (O.S.) (whiny) Mamaaaaaaa? Annabelle closes her eyes, inhales. Deeply. Holds it a second, exhales. Climbs out of the tub, tucks her phone in the waistband of her pants. Doesn’t respond to the text. FLUSHES the toilet, walks into-- INT. TANAKA HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM/BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Annabelle opens the door. DEIDRA TANAKA (12, BLACK/KOREAN, star baseball player, digs shows from the 80s and 90s, loves graphic novels, can be irresponsible) stands in front of her, dirty baseball uniform in hand. ANNABELLE Yes, my love? DEIDRA You’re not going to wash your hands. Off Annabelle’s, “don’t try me” expression, as she breezes past Deidra. Goes into the- 2 BEDROOM DEIDRA (CONT’D) I have practice tonight and my uniform isn’t clean. Annabelle grabs her socks and shoes, puts them on. ANNABELLE Didn’t your dad do laundry two days ago? DEIDRA Yes, but- Off Deidra’s innocent expression. ANNABELLE But what? DEIDRA I forgot to put it in the basket. ANNABELLE What did we say the last time this happened? DEIDRA That I’d have to wear my uniform as is. Annabelle stands, grabs another cellphone from a charger. Slips into- INT. TANAKA HOUSE - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Deidra trails her. Annabelle stops at a bedroom door, peeks in, sans knocking. DEIDRA I won’t be able to practice if I wear a dirty uniform. ANNABELLE Then I guess you’ll be riding the bench. JONATHAN TANAKA (16, BLACK/KOREAN, musically gifted, stronger than he realizes, insecure at times, thoughtful), dressed in blue jeans and a crisp black tee, checks himself out before a floor length mirror. 3 Annabelle tosses the cellphone to him. He catches it with ease. ANNABELLE (CONT’D) (to Jonathan) Don’t for- JONATHAN Forget to give it back to you or Appa after school. We’ve been doing this for three weeks, Ma. I got it. ANNABELLE Be downstairs in five so you can eat breakfast. Annabelle closes the door, continues on her way. Deidra’s still hot on her heels as they-- INT. TANAKA HOUSE - HALLWAY/STAIRCASE - CONTINUOUS --head downstairs DEIDRA Please mama? I swear it won’t happen again. ANNABELLE That’s not the first time I’ve heard that. They pass the- INT. TANAKA HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - CONTINUOUS The room sits just off the front door. Drop cloths cover the floor as the crew, a mix of MEN and WOMEN, work on remodeling the space. Annabelle yells a quick: ANNABELLE (to the crew) Good morning. ...as she and Deidra fly by. 4 CREW - Hey, Annabelle. - Morning It’s a chaotic mess as the crew tear the room a part. Annabelle and Deidra enter- INT. TANAKA HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS RAYMOND TANAKA (38, KOREAN, soulful eyes, radiant smile, charming, recovering compulsive gambler) dressed in a Tanaka Construction button up and jeans, reviews a set of BLUEPRINTS at the kitchen table. Annabelle kisses Raymond, playfully fusses with Octavia’s hair. Makes a protein smoothie. Deidra’s fraternal twin, OCTAVIA TANAKA (12, BLACK/KOREAN, passionate about STEM, SCI-FI and fantasy films, studious), eats a bowl of cereal at the kitchen island while she reads. She slides Deidra a bowl of oatmeal and a graphic novel. DEIDRA Daddy- Spots dirty uniform-- RAYMOND Nope. Off Deidra, defeated. She sets the dirty uniform on the counter. Sits behind Octavia, also reads while she eats. Jonathan enters, preoccupied with his phone. Texts a full body picture of himself to TROY. INSERT TEXT ON-SCREEN: GM. Sry I’m l8. Jus got phone back. Wut about this? OCTAVIA (to Jonathan, teasing) Making sure Troy still remembers who you are? Annabelle pours her shake into a travel cup. Fills a glass with the rest, hands it to Raymond. 5 DEIDRA He forgot all about Buggy the second school was over. JONATHAN No he didn’t. DEIDRA Keep telling yourself that. Off Octavia, amused. Jonathan flips his sisters off “Friends” style. ANNABELLE Flip your sisters off again and see what happens. Jonathan feigns ignorance. RAYMOND Friends isn’t a Netflix original, son. We know that’s how Ross and Monica flipped each other off when their parents were around. OCTAVIA/DEIDRA Burn! JONATHAN Shut up. Jonathan’s phone PINGS, a reply from Troy. He checks the message. INSERT TEXT ON-SCREEN: No dummy. Jonathan turns to leave. RAYMOND (to Jonathan) Where are you going? JONATHAN To change. Everyone shakes their heads, like this is a regular thing. 6 ANNABELLE I’m off to the gym. Annabelle plants three kisses on Raymond’s lips. Octavia and Deidra extend their pinky fingers to Annabelle. DEIDRA You’re still coming on the field trip, right? Annabelle links her pinky with theirs. ANNABELLE Wouldn’t miss it, Nugget. OCTAVIA Promise? ANNABELLE Cross my heart, Peanut. She pulls their linked pinky’s to her mouth, kisses them. They release each other. Annabelle’s phone BUZZES, a text from POPPER. She ignores it. ANNABELLE (CONT’D) (to all) Love you. EVERYONE Love you, too. EXT. STRIP MALL PARKING LOT - DAY Annabelle hoofs it across the lot. A LARGE PURSE hangs from her shoulder. Her destination- INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Annabelle enters. A handful of PATIENTS sit in the standard issue waiting room. Some read while others distract themselves with their phone. 7 A RECEPTIONIST, who looks like she hasn’t slept in days, shoots a quick head nod to someone we don’t see when she spots Annabelle. A nurse, MALCOLM, opens the door a second later. MALCOLM (to Annabelle) Ms. Stillwell. Come on back. AMARA STILLWELL, the alias Annabelle uses when visiting this office, smiles at Malcolm. Heads for the door after signing in. A few Patients glower at Annabelle and Malcolm as they disappear behind the door. INT. PRIVATE OFFICE - DAY The doctor’s office is modest in size. Medical degrees and achievements hang on the wall, contemporary, but functional furniture complete the space. Annabelle meets with DOCTOR PATRICK VICKERS aka POPPER (30-40s, WHITE), impeccably dressed, bedroom eyes, earth shattering smile, strong jawline, full of himself. Patrick slides his rolling chair away from his desk. Drags the area rug a few inches to access a hidden floor safe. PATRICK Why do you keep fighting it? You know we’d make a great team. Patrick kneels, uses his fingerprint and six-digit pin to open the safe. Retrieves a LARGE BAG of OXYCONTIN. ANNABELLE And you know I don’t mix business with pleasure. He walks around the desk, stands in front of Annabelle. PATRICK I’m happy to cut the business aspect. ANNABELLE Hard pass. Annabelle reaches for the bag. Patrick hides it behind his back, moves closer. 8 He runs his fingers down Annabelle’s bare arm, her eyes trace his hand. PATRICK Imagine what we could accomplish if we really teamed up. ANNABELLE That would be tempting if I didn’t like my meat a little more... pigmented. Patrick scoffs. Annabelle holds out her hand. He hesitates a beat, hands the contraband over. Annabelle drops it in her purse.