SLUTS: EXCERPT 1

FROM EPISODE ONE: "KITTY-CATS & RAZOR-WIRE FENCES"

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"SLUTS EPISODE ONE: KITTY-CATS & RAZOR-WIRE FENCES"

TEASER

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - EVENING

OLIVIA, 26, is trying on a tight, red dress in front of a

mirror. She fixes her breasts, strikes a sexy pose. Her face

falls.

OLIVIA

I can't. He'll think I'm a ho.

CANDY (O.S.)

That's the point my dear.

Olivia bends over so her face fits into the FaceTime screen

on her MacBook. As she does, a tit falls out.

CANDY, 26, is casually eating an ice-cream cone as she walks

down the street. She is Swedish-Thai with pink hair and several face

piercings. As the tit comes out, she whistles. Olivia frowns.

OLIVIA

What?

CANDY

Righty's out.

Olivia looks down and, shocked, stuffs her right tit back

inside the dress.

OLIVIA

Are you sure it's not too slutty?

CANDY

Babe. You know the deal. If you

don't milk the cow, someone else

will.

Olivia looks back in the mirror.

OLIVIA

Why do you always have to make it

about sex?

Candy takes a long lick off the cone.

CANDY

Because everything is about sex,

baby. Except sex...

She looks right into the camera.

CANDY (CONT'D)

... sex is about everything else.

She smiles, vanilla ice-cream covering her lips.

TITLE CARD: SLUTS

SLUTS: EXCERPT 2

FROM EPISODE ONE: "KITTY-CATS & RAZOR-WIRE FENCES"​

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Josie's new bass player is taking an interesting-sounding class... so the girls decide to check it out.

INT. COMMUNITY COLLEGE CLASSROOM - EVENING A FEW DAYS LATER

Women are filing into the classroom. Olivia looks around for

eye contact; ANA, 25, smiles. Olivia sits next to her.

With long brown hair and thick glasses, Ana's got a nerdy

preppy look going: v-neck and shirt, black trousers, blazer.

Emilia sees a small tattoo on her wrist: a broken heart.

YOLANDA VERACRUZ, 49, Zimbabwean/Colombian, enters the

classroom. She's wearing a fitted mandala t-shirt and blue

elephant-patterned yoga pants. Instant silence.

YOLANDA

Evening, sisters. I'm Yolanda.

She spins a finger in the air and lands on a list.

YOLANDA (CONT'D)

Olivia Wallace. When did you last

have sex?

OLIVIA

Uuuh...

Yolanda laughs.

YOLANDA

Just kidding. That's week seven.

Can you read page one of our course

pack, please?

OLIVIA

Um. Course pack?

JOANNE

I'll read it.

Emilia turns around to face JOANNE, 43. More of a second wave

feminist, Joanne's got no makeup, no tight-fitting clothes

and no time for time wasters. She starts reading:

JOANNE (CONT'D)

"Despite repeated assurances that

women aren't particularly sexual

creatures...

Ana rolls her eyes and slips her course pack into the middle

to share. As Joanne reads, we look at the class, among them:

JENNA, an avant-garde white girl in her early twenties;

ABAYOMI, a dashiki-clad West African woman in her late

forties; SUPRIYA, a prim-looking Bangladeshi woman in her

late thirties; AMANDA, a smartly dressed black girl in her

mid-twenties; KATE and CLAIRE, two stout white women in

their fifties; MARINA, a Brazilian riot grrrl in her twenties,

and SHARON, Felix's mum from the schoolyard.

Olivia and Sharon's eyes momentarily meet, and they silently

acknowledge not to acknowledge each other.

JOANNE (CONT'D)

... in cultures around the world

men have gone to extraordinary

lengths to control female libido:

"Female genital mutilation, head-to

toe chadors, medieval witch

burnings, chastity belts,

suffocating corsets, muttered

insults about "insatiable" whores,

pathologizing, paternalistic

medical diagnoses of nymphomania or

hysteria, the debilitating scorn

heaped on any female who chooses to

be generous with her sexuality...

all parts of a worldwide campaign

to keep the supposedly low-key

female libido under control."

Yolanda starts writing Joanne's words (with source, Sex at

Dawn by Chris Ryan and Cacilda Jeth‡) on the board as she

reads:

JOANNE (CONT'D)

"Why the electrified high-security

razor-wire fence to contain a kitty

cat?"

YOLANDA

Thank you, Joanne. As we shall see

over the next ten weeks, the so

called kitty-cat of female desire

might not be so tame after all. And

while attention will be paid to the

razor-wire fences as they stand -

the societal structures that serve

to subdue the expression of this

desire - most of our time will be

spent focusing on the kitty cats

themselves. Some of you may know

what you want, but do you know why

you want it? It may be fifty years

since our sisters first burned

their bras, but the personal, let

me tell you, is still very much

political.

Olivia smiles in recognition of Candy's mantra.

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When some rowdy kids push him to the edge, Carlos is fired from his barman job at an exclusive Union Square member's club. A washed-out working dad witnesses the exchange.

EXT. UNION SQUARE - A MINUTE LATER

Carlos walks out with his bag on his shoulder, throwing his

apron on the ground. He lights a cigarette as Adam comes

running out of the building.

ADAM

Carlos! Carlos, wait! Wait up. Hey!

Carlos stops.

ADAM (CONT'D)

What, you smoke?

Carlos spits on the ground and throws his arms to the side.

CARLOS

What do YOU care?

ADAM

Right. Quite right. I'm sorry. None

of my business.

Beat. Carlos thinks it's time Adam said why he stopped him.

ADAM (CONT'D)

That was quite some, some show you

put on in there, huh?

CARLOS

Yeah and let me guess, you just

happen to be a casting agent.

ADAM

What? No. I run a startup over by -

CARLOS

Look. You're a nice guy, Mr -

ADAM

Adam.

CARLOS

We have a nice chat when you come

into the bar. You always treated me

right. I appreciate the offer. And

it ain't that I mind your kind.

ADAM

My kind?

CARLOS

What people get up to in the

bedroom is their business. In fact,

I have a COUSIN -

ADAM

I'm not gay, Carlos.

CARLOS

Oh.

Beat.

ADAM

I want to offer you a job.

INT. CARLOS'S MISSION HOME - AN HOUR LATER

Carlos comes in through the front door, whistling as he dumps

his bag on the floor. In the living room sits RON, 53,

watching television. Carlos kisses him on the cheek.

CARLOS

How ya doin, pops?

RON

Not bad son, not -

He's interrupted by his own coughing. He grabs an inhaler and

sucks on it. Carlos grabs a pill bottle off the table.

CARLOS

They upped your dosis again?

He waits for Ron's coughing to die down.

RON

Just for the time being, son.

INT. KITCHEN - 20 MIN LATER

Carlos sings and dances to LAS KETCHUP'S ASEREJE as he grates

some ginger. Onions are caramelising in a pan. A door slams.

SOLEDAD (O.S.)

Hey pops.

Carlos listens intently.

RON (O.S.)

Hey baby.

SOLEDAD, 16, shows up in the doorway, holding an Amazon

parcel.

Heavily pregnant, she is pretty even underneath the layers of

makeups she wears, the hair spray, nail polish and perfume.

Dangly earrings, Juicy Couture tracksuit bottoms and a tight

t-shirt showing off her belly and breasts.

Carlos pretends to choke as she walks in, coughing and

turning on the fan above the cooker.

CARLOS

Carajo! Anthrax stopped working!

The bio-terrorists have moved on to

raspberry HAIR SPRAY!

Soledad play-slaps him on the head.

SOLEDAD

It's cherry, fuckface. This came

for you.

She hands him the parcel.

CARLOS

Ah, dope!

He starts ripping up the parcel as his sister takes out a bag

of spicy corn snacks and pours a fistful into her mouth.

CARLOS (CONT'D)

Ey, don't fill up on that crap. I'm

making carnitas.

SOLEDAD

I eat any more of your cooking,

I'mma turn into a carnita myself.

He pokes her in the side.

CARLOS

Too late porky.

He throws the box on the floor as he takes out a pair of

shiny golden sneakers.

CARLOS (CONT'D)

Dooooooope.

SOLEDAD

(chewing)

So what you doing home so early?

Carlos tries one of the shoes on.

CARLOS

Have you seen anything more

beautiful than this?

Soledad chews on, unimpressed. Waits for her answer.

CARLOS (CONT'D)

Anyway those corn thingies are full

of salts and sugars and shit. They

not gonna make you lose no weight.

Soledad stops chewing.

SOLEDAD

(mouth full)

Oh my God.

CARLOS

I know right. They're the limited

edition Nike Men's Air Jordan 1

Retro High -

SOLEDAD

You lost another goddamn job!

CARLOS

Woah now, carnita mía. See watcha

doin there is ASSUMING, and I think

we both know, that ASSUMING makes

and ASS out of YOU and / ME

Soledad gets up real close.

SOLEDAD

(whisper-shouting)

Listen up, you little motherfucker.

CARLOS

Hey, that's your old lady you're -

SOLEDAD

If we don't come up with that rent -

Carlos dodges out of her block with some pretty pro-looking

boxing moves.

CARLOS

Eyyyy tranquila my little pork

chop, we gonna be FINE. It's

semantics. No, semitics...

Soledad bashes him on the head with her bag of corn snacks.

SOLEDAD

(still whisper-shouting)

All dad's bringing into this house

is medical bills, we got a week to

come up with rent, and you think

it's a good idea to go buy some

hundred dollar motherfucking

footwear?

She kicks the sneaker Carlos isn't wearing.

CARLOS

Two - THREE things, bacon bap. One,

I don't see you exactly RAKIN it in-

SOLEDAD

I'm pregnant!

CARLOS

And two, I can get any goddamn job

I want. Just today, some pendejo

offered me a grand a week to look

after his kids.

SOLEDAD

A grand a WEEK?

Carlos returns to stirring the onions.

CARLOS

Plus car. Said he wanted me to

instill some "good old-fashioned

discipline" into his sons.

SOLEDAD

A car? A car! Carlito, we gonna

have a car!

CARLOS

So I tell him, I tell him, nice

try, homo, but you gotta be trippin

if you think Carlos RAMIREZ gonna

take a job wiping half-pint techie CULO.

As he speaks, we see Soledad's face going from ecstatic, to

confused, to hella pissed. Carlos doesn't.

CARLOS (CONT'D)

Oh and three! Those ain't no

hundred dollar kicks, mami. They

two hundred and eighty-FIVE.

INT. ADAM'S CONDO - TWO HOURS LATER

A doorbell rings. Adam opens the door, smiling.

ADAM

So glad you changed your mind,

Carlos.