I wrote this script over the course of about four months last spring and summer. It's been up on Google Drive, accessible through my Tumblr and Youtube accounts, since then, but I thought it would be nice to bring it over to FF as well! Just as a little background, this is a PLL movie script that takes place six months after 7x20. Alex was still A.D., and every event that took place during the show is still canon. This is just a continuation of the story.
This took forever to format on here, so if you'd like me to keep uploading, act by act, please drop me a review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. DILAURENTIS-FIELDS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
EMILY FIELDS (25) sits on the couch, holding a blue binder with a "Rosewood Sharks" insignia on the front. Her face is twisted in concentration as she works on the line up for the next swim meet. Sunlight streams in through the window behind her.
Off-screen, the sound of a door opening and slamming closed.
HANNA (O.S.)
Three more days!
Emily rolls her eyes but can't help but smile as HANNA RIVERS bustles through the doorway. Her hair has been cut to just above her shoulders and she carries an armload of light blue dresses.
EMILY
I think you might be more excited than we are.
HANNA
Come on, Em, can you blame me? I finally got to help plan a normal wedding. No offense to Aria and Ezra, but their big day was "big" for all the wrong reasons.
Emily slaps the binder closed and sets it on the coffee table. She stands.
EMILY
Have I thanked you yet for everything you've done to help us?
HANNA
Only about a million times. Now look.
She dumps the bridesmaid dresses on the couch and holds one up to herself. As she speaks, her voice rises almost unnoticeably in pitch.
HANNA (CONT'D)
What do you think of the hem? If you still don't like it, you have to tell me now, or I won't have time to -
EMILY
Hanna.
Hanna stops talking abruptly. She gives Emily a confused look.
HANNA
What?
Emily takes a few cautious steps toward her, hesitating. It is clear that she is unsure if she should say what she's thinking, but then she takes the plunge.
EMILY
Are you doing okay?
The light in Hanna's eyes dims a little. She won't meet Emily's gaze.
HANNA
Yeah. Yeah, Em, I'm fine.
Emily is not convinced, and is getting ready to say more, when -
ALISON (O.S.)
Okay, they're finally asleep.
ALISON DILAURENTIS enters the room from the doorway to the left. She's lost the bangs, and her hair is tied back in a simple ponytail. There are dark circles under her eyes, but she's smiling.
ALISON (CONT'D)
Hey, Han.
Emily glances at Hanna. The serious moment between them is over. Hanna's bright smile has returned, although there's still a bit of a strain to her voice.
HANNA
Okay, now that both blushing brides are here, what do you think?
She holds the dress up again and gives a little shimmy. Emily and Alison exchange smiles.
ALISON
It's perfect.
EMILY
I can't wait to see you all wearing them on Saturday.
Without warning, tears rush to her eyes. Hanna sighs good-naturedly and immediately goes to hug her. Alison smiles but averts her eyes. She looks suddenly uncomfortable.
HANNA
I hope those are happy tears.
Emily laughs and steps back, wiping at her eyes and seeming embarrassed.
EMILY
Sorry. I just can't believe this day is really happening.
She looks over Hanna's shoulder at Alison, who's standing with her hands clasped in front of her, an awkward look on her face.
EMILY (CONT'D)
I've been waiting for this for so long.
ALISON
Yeah.
A long beat, then -
ALISON (CONT'D)
Me too.
INT. ROSEWOOD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - DAY
A foot taps nervously against the drab tile floor. PAN UP to hands fidgeting on a steel table. Finally we see the face of SPENCER HASTINGS through the glass pane. She glances around, looking anxious, unsure.
GUARD (O.S.)
Visiting hours end in ten minutes. Make it quick.
Spencer looks up as someone sits down across from her. She makes eye contact, waiting for the person to speak. When they don't, she carefully picks up the phone beside her and speaks into it -
SPENCER
You're probably wondering what I'm doing here.
Slowly, the camera PANS AROUND to a face identical to Spencer's - it is ALEX DRAKE. She looks calm and collected depsite the orange jumpsuit. Her eyes are hard. She picks up the opposing phone.
ALEX
Well, I can't say it didn't cross my mind. Six months I haven't so much as looked in a mirror. It's a bit of a shock to be staring myself in the face again.
SPENCER
Yeah, I know the feeling. If I'm remembering correctly, the last time we came face to face, you were trying to chop me up with an axe.
Alex's expression shifts just slightly. Is that regret in her eyes, or amusement?
ALEX
So you came here to finally give me a piece of your mind, did you?
SPENCER
I -
Alex snorts. There's no mistaking the amusement on her face now.
ALEX
So what? Took you all this time to figure out the right words to throw in my face, dear sister?
SPENCER
That's not why I'm here.
Alex freezes. Her fingers twitch nervously on the table, exactly as Spencer's were doing just moments ago, in the pause before Spencer continues -
SPENCER (CONT'D)
I want to talk.
Alex's mouth curls into a sneer. She sits back in the chair, folding her arms.
ALEX
Talk? About what? The weather in Rosewood recently?
SPENCER
You found out who killed Charlotte. You got your closure.
A beat as we PULL IN on Spencer's determined face.
SPENCER (CONT'D)
Now I want mine.
INT. EZRA AND ARIA'S APARTMENT - EVENING
ARIA MONTGOMERY-FITZ sits at the kitchen table, staring at her laptop screen. Her curser hovers over an unopened email from the National Adoption Center. She takes a deep breath. There is hope shining in her eyes, but she is visibly nervous.
Might as well get it over with. She opens the email and starts to read the first line. Dear Mr. and Mrs. Fitz, Thank you for completing a prospective parent application with the National Adoption Center. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that...
Aria doesn't need to see more. She sits back in the chair, letting out a long breath just as EZRA enters through the front door.
EZRA
Hey.
ARIA
The email came.
He freezes. Watching her carefully, he can tell what the news is going to be, but he doesn't want to believe it.
EZRA
Okay. What does it say?
Aria can't keep it together anymore. She slams the laptop shut. There are tears in her eyes, but she's more angry than she is sad.
ARIA
Ezra, I don't understand. This is the fifth agency to reject us. I mean, I know a lot of couples have bad luck with the adoption process but this is like Halloween and Friday the 13th all wrapped up in one.
Ezra closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face in frustration. He allows himself only a moment before attempting to be positive -
EZRA
Aria, these things -
ARIA
Take time? I really wish you'd stop saying that.
Ezra falters. He's trying to stay optimistic, but there's sadness and confusion in his eyes.
EZRA
I know this seems personal right now, okay? But we're not the only ones. I've been doing some research and there are a lot of couples in the same position as us.
Aria shakes her head. She knows he has a point, but she's got an idea in her mind and is stuck on it.
ARIA
What if there's something else going on?
He crosses the room toward her and takes her hands.
EZRA
What do you mean?
ARIA
I mean, what if this is more than just bad luck? What if there's...another reason why these agencies keep rejecting us?
Ezra sighs. He recognizes that fearful waver in her voice - it's something he hasn't heard in six months. He squeezes her hands harder.
EZRA
Unless Alex is using her phone time to call every adoption agency in the area, I don't see how that's possible.
ARIA
But -
EZRA
A.D. is gone. Okay?
She nods and he kisses her, but when she pulls away, her eyes are still faraway and worried.
INT. RADLEY HOTEL BAR - NIGHT
Spencer sits alone on one of the sofas near the bar. She crosses her legs and jiggles her foot, gazing around as she waits. Her phone begins to buzz with an incoming call. She pulls it out of her purse and looks at the screen. ROSEWOOD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY.
Spencer hesitates, staring at the phone. She battles indecision for a moment and is just moving to answer it when -
HANNA (O.S.)
Do you seriously not have a drink in your hand?
Spencer abruptly rejects the call and drops her phone back into her purse just as Hanna, Aria, Emily, and Alison walk in. Emily and Alison are both wearing "SHE'S THE BRIDE" sashes and tiaras.
SPENCER
I didn't want to start without everyone.
Hanna rolls her eyes good-naturedly as the girls settle in on the sofas around Spencer.
HANNA
Spence, I had my mom rent out the bar to us so we could have fun. So now that we're all here, let's shut this place down.
She sits up and gestures for the bartender.
INT. ROSEWOOD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - NIGHT
Alex carefully hangs up the communal phone. She walks across the room, past several other inmates making calls, and stops in front of someone we can't see.
ALEX
No answer. I'm not calling again. She's on her own.
End of Act One.