Mistress America Page #3

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EXT. BAR. NIGHT

Brooke, Tracy and members of the band enter one of thosesecret bars, through the back of a pizza shop.

INT. SECRET BAR. NIGHT

Tracy drinks a fancy cocktail.

16.

TRACY:

It has mint!

CUT TO:
Brooke and Tracy dance with the guys.

BROOKE:

(dancing)

What’s going on at college?

TRACY:

(also dancing)

I don’t know, everyone’s reallyexcited about the frozen yogurtmachine in the student center.

BROOKE:

I watched my mother die.

TRACY:

What?

BROOKE:

I was with my mother while she

died.

TRACY:

I don’t know any dead people.

BROOKE:

That’s cool about the frozen yogurtmachine. Everyone I love dies.

INT. WILLIAMSBURG PARTY. NIGHT

Brooke and Tracy enter some party in Williamsburg. The

hostess hugs Brooke.

WOMAN:

I heard you’re opening a

restaurant!? WTF?!

INT. WILLIAMSBURG BEDROOM. NIGHT

Brooke and Tracy are in a closet - Brooke is going through itwhile Tracy watches her.

BROOKE:

This b*tch stole my favorite pants -

they’re in here somewhere - shethinks I don’t know but I know

everything. They’re red.

17.

TRACY:

(vaguely)

I’ll look here.

Tracy starts going through the closet.

BROOKE:

People are always taking my sh*t.

My ex-friend and nemesis, Mamie-

Claire, stole my ideas AND myfiance.

TRACY:

Sh*t.

BROOKE:

She took this T-shirt idea that I

had, started a company f***ing soldit to J. Crew so there is that.

She’s one of those people whodoesn’t have any good ideas for herown life so she just steals all ofmine. And then she LITERALLY stole

my cats.

TRACY:

What were the T-shirts?

BROOKE:

Just really hard looking flowers.

TRACY:

Oh my God! I bought one of those T-

shirts!

BROOKE:

Yeah, flowers with like skulls andshit. Daggers.

TRACY:

That’s a great one.

BROOKE:

My fiance, Dylan, was super sexy.

And so rich. But I wasn’t going tomarry him.

TRACY:

So...wait, you broke up with Dylan?

I thought she stole him?

BROOKE:

And I never looked back. He cried

so hard. Like, whiney.

18.

She does an impression:

BROOKE:

“Where are you going?”

(back to herself)

I was being real, but Mamie-Clairethen goes and marries him. Theylive in Greenwich, Connecticut insome big gross house. Do you knowthat place?

TRACY:

Yeah, Greenwich, grossville.

BROOKE:

Right? Living off of his richesand my T-shirt idea.

TRACY:

(instant disciple)

I hate them.

BROOKE:

I actually pity them. They have nomore dreams.

Tracy holds up a pair of red pants, triumphant.

TRACY:

These?!

BROOKE:

I want to MARRY you!

She grabs the pants, stuffs them in her purse and then getsout of the closet.

INT. WILLIAMSBURG PARTY. NIGHT

Brooke makes out with Nate, the singer. Tracy is trying notto watch. Another band member takes a picture on his iPhone.

BROOKE:

Must we all document ourselves all

the time? MUST WE?!

INT. VESELKA. LATE NIGHT

Tracy and Brooke eat pierogis in the mostly empty diner.

TRACY:

Is he your boyfriend? The bassist?

19.

BROOKE:

Nate? No! My beau, Stavros, is inGreece right now. Betting againstthe country or something gross.

Don’t tell anyone that.

TRACY:

(dead serious)

I won’t.

secrets.

I’m good at keepingYou’ll learn that about

me.

BROOKE:

He’s one of those people I hateexcept I’m in love with him. I’ve

been to a Greek Orthodox Easter and

I could totally see myself gettingmarried in that kind of church.

She knocks her head for wood.

BROOKE:

You got a honey?

TRACY:

Nah, there’s this one guy, we gotrejected together...but he’s got agirlfriend.

BROOKE:

They all have girlfriends.

TRACY:

Actually I think he met me and thenhe got a girlfriend.

(pause)

This summer, at my job, one guyjust sucked on my b*obs all night.

BROOKE:

(thinking aloud)

My restaurant should do a pierogi.

Fusion pierogi. You like yours?

TRACY:

(nods, stuffing a pierogiin her mouth)

This is my second dinner.

Brooke takes out her phone and types something.

BROOKE:

(putting her phone back)

Just a quick tweet on Twitter.

(MORE)

20.

BROOKE (CONT'D)

I am VERY into social media. You

have to market yourself. If youdon’t know what you’re selling, noone will know how to buy it.

TRACY:

What are you selling?

BROOKE:

So many things. I don’t tweet all

of it. Like here are two ideas

that are not on the internet. If I

did a cabaret, it would be called“High Standards” and I’d sing allthe standards.

TRACY:

Would you sing them in a higherpitch?

BROOKE:

No, it wouldn’t be about - it’sabout principles, those kinds ofhigh standards - like one of those“string of pearls that’s why I’m asingle gal” kind of show.

TRACY:

That’s clever.

BROOKE:

The second idea is a television

show, which I’ve read is the newnovel, about a woman who is agovernment worker by day and a self-

invented super hero by night, butlike the essence of AMERICA. It’ll

be it’s own mythology. I think

maybe it’ll be called MistressAmerica.

TRACY:

That sounds like she’s America’s

girl on the side.

BROOKE:

Hey, I don’t know, okay, I’m notpositive, these are just someideas.

TRACY:

Me too! I’m sorry, I don’t knowanything, I was just throwingsomething out there.

21.

They both laugh.

BROOKE:

(an idea)

We need a sleep-over party.

INT. BROOKE’S APARTMENT. NIGHT

Books piled on the floor. Lots of drawings pinned to thewall. One framed piece of real art.

BROOKE:

This apartment is technically zonedcommercial but that’s fake.

TRACY:

It’s so stylish.

BROOKE:

F***, I know, I freelance as aninterior decorator. You know the

Bowery Hotel?

TRACY:

Oh my God, yeah.

BROOKE:

Well, if you walk about a blocksouth. There’s a laser hair

removal center that’s very hip. I

did the waiting room.

TRACY:

Cool.

BROOKE:

I know.

BROOKE:

I’m leaving here in January anyway,

moving to the East side if you canbelieve it. That’s where Stavros

lives. I’m going to redo his placetoo.

Brooke flops on her bed. Tracy lies on the couch.

TRACY:

I want to write short stories.

BROOKE:

Oh, me too! Not short stories,

though.

22.

TRACY:

But I got rejected by the LitSociety. I’m so suggestible, likebecause I got rejected I think Ican’t be a writer.

BROOKE:

Why don’t you make your own LitSociety?

TRACY:

I wish. Mobius is a big deal atschool.

BROOKE:

You’ve got other stories.

TRACY:

(smiling)

Maybe I’ll write something else andresubmit.

(falling asleep, eyes

closed)

That was really funny when we weredoctors.

BROOKE:

Yeah, I need to cut all thenegative people out of my life. I

just wasn’t brought up that way.

TRACY:

Thank you Brooke.

BROOKE:

You’re welcome Baby Tracy.

INT. BROOKE’S APARTMENT. NEXT MORNING

Brooke is on the phone with Stavros:

BROOKE:

My sweetheart I miss you so much -

I can’t wait for you to see thechairs I’ve picked out - we startrenovation Monday! It’s so

exciting. I’ve been going therejust to sit in the mess I love itso much.

Tracy wakes up a little with the noise.

23.

BROOKE:

Right. Did you see the lease itwas 400 pages! I wish you wouldjust come home already so I cansuck your dick in our newrestaurant!

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