Angel: Surprise! So many people asked me to do this, so I finally watched the movie…but that was after I decided that I would write this. XD. There's a script for this, thankfully. I hope you guys like it!
A 5'4 blue-eyed woman with auburn hair rushes up to the construction worker. "Mr. Rivetti! Mr. Rivetti. Mr. Rivetti, please," she insists, running up to him. "You're the most persistent human I've ever met in my life, I swear," he says, looking thoroughly annoyed. He turns to her. "Look, I already told the cops everything, all right?" he asks. "But maybe there's a detail you could've forgotten to share with the police," she explains.
"Sweetheart, you don't forget something like that. Ten guys storm in here, broad daylight, force us to the ground at gunpoint. And these are restricted chemicals. Benzyl cyanide and some deaminating agents, too. You don't just buy this stuff, even on the black market," he answers, starting to walk away. She steps in front of him again. "Wait, you said deaminating agents, those are used in genetic research. Is there anybody else that's trafficking these sort of chemicals besides you?"
"There's one other high-security facility along this waterfront. But they don't move nearly as much cargo as we do," the man answers. "O'Neil! We're live in 30 minutes! Come on!" A 6'2 ½ man with dark brown eyes and light brown hair shouts. She was April O'Neil, a reporter for Channel 6. "Uh…" Mr. Rivetti, seeing this opportunity, starts walking away. "No, no, no, I'll be right back. Please don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," she tells him, walking up to the man, Vern Fenwick, her cameraman for Channel 6. "Come on, you're killing me. I'm working," she replies in annoyance.
"That's a paying job? No. Because we have an actual paying job. Look, you don't think that every crime reporter in the city isn't trying to work this Foot Clan story?"
"I know that, but there is a new angle on this, and I am getting this close to getting it. I just need a couple of more…" April turns to see that Mr. Rivetti was gone. She sighs and turns back to Vern. "Let's just stick to what we're good at. Let's stick to what we're good at. We're good at it," Vern says and they get into the news van.
"In five…four…"
April smiles at the camera. "Hi, guys, this is April O'Neil from Channel Six News and I am here in beautiful New York City on the first day of spring. And you know what that means. It is time to shed that pesky winter weight. And here with me today is celebrity fitness trainer, Harley Pasternak. Hi, Harley."
"Good morning, April. Twenty years I've studied the animal kingdom. There are fat pigs, there are fat cows. There are no fat birds. All right, I want you to visualize a sexy seagull. So we're going to squat down and flap your wings. Right over there. Full extension. Picture you're leaving the cold north and you're flying. You're migrating." April flaps her arms with three other people as the camera moves up and down at her movements.
April grabs her yellow jacket from the back of the van, Vern standing nearby. "Four years of journalism school so that I can do that. Four years of my life, Vern. It's embarrassing," she vents as she puts on her jacket. "Look, O'Neil, I get it, you want to be a serious journalist. I see you sniffing around the newsroom for the big stories. But it's also okay to just give people something a little lighter. A little…little froth."
"Froth?" April asks in confusion.
"You know, how, when you get a coffee, it's just, like, coffee, then they put a little forth on it. It's kind of nice," he explains. "Vern, that's foam," she retorts. "Yes, foam, froth, you get the point. It's just…it's nice, it tastes good, it's candy. You ever heard the expression, 'Never take candy from a baby?' It's because babies love candy! It's nice. And you're giving people something they like that's good and nice. They look at you and they see 'Wow, there's a nice…there's…candy.' It was easier explaining it to Amy. The point is, I think that you should be rewarded, not punishing yourself. Okay? And…I'm…I'm prepared to reward you. I say we go to my buddy's old restaurant downtown. It's very vibey…"
"We just ate on the way over here…" April tells him, grabbing her bike. "No, I know we just…I'm not saying for a full meal, we're just getting-" April turns to him. "Wait, wait, what did you say about Amy?" she suddenly asks. "Uh, I said it was easier-" April grabs her helmet and puts it on. "Shoot, I'm supposed to pick her up from the airport today! I hope she's still there. I got to go get her and finish that interview. I'll see you at the office, Vern!" she calls out as she speeds away. "I will see you at the office!" Vern calls back before sighing.
"Man, I hope the kid doesn't give her a hard time…"