A New Style of Storytelling for the World's Oldest Story

"Our story begins first...in the Lower East Side of Manhattan where love will bloom."

EPISODE 1

 

 

INT. HAIDEE’S ATELIER - DAY

This is a large loft space, fashion workspace. Male and female dress forms and clothing racks. Large work table in the middle where fabric rolls, laptop, coffee cups co-mingle.

Kanye West is looking through a rack of clothes. Haidee Findlay-Levin stands next to him, her hand on her hip. Both not happy.

HAIDEE

You hate all of my ideas. I showed you two racks of great clothes. There MUST be something you like.

KANYE

Don’t fucking rush me.
I’m thinking.

HAIDEE

It’s been 3 hours. I have another private client coming.

KANYE

Only one person more important than me right now.

Haidee smiles coyly.

KANYE

Is it him? Can’t be. His daughter?
Goddamn. I thought I saw Secret Service outside on the street.

Buzzer rings. Haidee buzzes person in. Eric Trump enters. Haidee and Kanye are both surprised. All is quiet, uncomfortable. Eric feels it.

ERIC

Yeah, Ivanka’s busy. And I help her out sometimes.

More quiet, then...

ERIC

I help her find inspiration from other designers or stylists.

KANYE

You mean you steal from them.

ERIC

YOU should talk.

HAIDEE

Hey!! I’m the one who should be upset. You’re using MY ideas.

KANYE

I pay you well.

HAIDEE

You pay me okay. Not well. But... I’m not complaining.

Eric looks through a rack. Impressed.

ERIC

This is great stuff. I HEARD you were great.

Haidee glares at Kanye then smiles to Eric.

ERIC

I can really see the Japanese influence.

She nods, impressed.

KANYE

That’s what I said!!

Eric and Haidee give Kanye a slightly dismissive look. Then Kanye gives them both a big smile.

KANYE

I like you two. You’re alright! But I gotta go. Send over the first half of the rack.

Kanye hugs them both and Eric and Haidee watch him leave. Both slightly charmed.

 

 

 

 

EXT. LOWER EAST SIDE, MANHATTAN - NIGHT, LATE

Eric stands alone, curiously looking at the window display of a vintage clothing boutique. Handbags, accessories, etc.

Suddenly, Kanye and his entourage walk up. Eric and Kanye nod hello, look each other over, subtly.

KANYE

I don’t get it. Some of this Chanel is SO ugly.

ERIC

It’s tradition. Which can be comforting.

KANYE

And talk about ugly. Your sister’s bags? No offense.

ERIC

None taken. But tradition is suffocating.

KANYE

Who's your favorite fashion designer?

ERIC

You won’t believe it, but it’s Rei Kawakubo of Comme des Garçons.

Kanye high fives Eric. They’re both surprised to have something in common.

KANYE

I tried to get her to work for me, but she didn’t return my calls.

ERIC

Why would she? No offense.

KANYE

None taken.

They instantly like one another, which perplexes them both. It’s...they can’t believe it...it’s a romantic attraction! They’re cutely attracted, like 7th graders.

KANYE

Yo, there’s a party I’m going to. Come with. There will be a fashion show. You got a decent eye, you’ll like it.

ERIC

Sorry. Can’t. Have to head home. Take my card. Call me, Kanye. Seriously. Call me.

Their hands touch as Kanye takes his card.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DJ’S BEDROOM - MORNING

Donald Trump, Jr. (DJ) is on the phone, with his earbuds in. As he talks he has a rolled-up pair of socks in his hand. An empty trash can is placed on his bed, propped up by pillows and his headboard.

He poses as a basketball player shooting a jump shot. He does an imaginary head fake and shoots the rolled up socks into the trashcan.

DJ

I’m going after your record baby brother. I’ve drained 23 in a row. Nah...not coming in today. Or tomorrow. Maybe Friday?

DJ then sits and opens laptop.

DJ

I’ve been on Craigslist all day off and on though. Hitting jump shots then checking. Why? You find something? You haven’t looked once today? Fuck Eric! I don’t ask you for much. Just check the Missed Connections section, see if anyone mentions me not by name of course, but you know, describes me.

DJ puts down the laptop and shoots and makes another jump shot with his rolled up socks.

DJ

I can’t hit jump shots AND check online. Nah, fuck Dad. He’s fucking crazy. I can’t stand the office. He monitors the computer. Can’t check Craigslist from there. And I need to because the ladies are mad checking me out.

DJ drains another jumper and holds his hands up in triumph.

Then he’s suddenly anxious, a panic attack. He moves the trashcan from the bed and gets under the blankets, pulling them over his head.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. IVANKA AND JARED’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jared Kushner is trying to be romantic and Ivanka Trump is resisting.

IVANKA

Sorry. I’m SO tired.

JARED

Tired now? Or tired forever?

Jared feels rejected and Ivanka feels a little guilty and a little annoyed.

JARED

I feel under siege. I need a big project. To turn everything around. I don't want to end up in jail like my Dad.

IVANKA

Do you want to watch some porn?

JARED

Sure. You'll love this one. The guy looks NOTHING like me.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. WHITE HOUSE LIVING ROOM - DAY

Donald Trump is alone, talking on the phone, bewildered.

DONALD

I had a dream and Robert Mueller was in it...and...and...he's in the backyard playing baseball with my sons. Hitting 'em pop ups. I've never seen the boys so happy.

He listens, frowns then hangs up. Eric, DJ, Ivanka and Jared walk in and sit.
Donald turns angry.

DONALD

I resent having to call this meeting.

IVANKA

We’re here for you, Daddy.

DONALD

Shut up! Stop kissing my ass for just one second!

DJ

What is it?

DONALD

You tell me! YOU FUCKING TELL ME.

ERIC

Please Dad.

DONALD

Okay...YOU fucking tell me.

IVANKA

Tell you what?

DONALD

Tell me...WHY ARE WE HERE! WHY ARE WE HERE? WHY?!!!

All is quiet, then...

DJ

To serve the American people?

DONALD

Wrong! Stupid! Jesus fucking Christ.

ERIC

To spread democracy across the globe?

DONALD

Wrong! Stupid! To think, you came out of my cock?

IVANKA

You’re being mean, Daddy.

DONALD

And you ignore your children!

All is quiet, then...

DONALD

Jared...please...tell my imbecile children why we are here?

JARED

To make money, sir. To accumulate power, sir.

DONALD

Correct! Smart! Smart! Smart! I wish you were my son.

This comment really stings DJ and Ivanka. They look at one another, a little hurt, a little angry. Then they bury their feelings, as usual.

 

 

 

 

FADE TO BLACK

EPISODE 2

 

 

 

 

INT. IVANKA AND JARED’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Ivanka and Jared get ready for bed. No sexy vibe.

IVANKA

Can you handle a brilliant idea? You won’t steal it, right?

Jared laughs. She’s got his attention.

IVANKA

Meeting Kim Jong-un is just the start. We HAVE to be patient. Then we monetize the peace process and secure massive North Korean building contracts. For the family. Let Daddy call it humanitarian aid or a Neo-Marshall Plan or something.

JARED

Taxpayer funded? You're a genius!

IVANKA

But no one takes me seriously. I’m smart...really smart!

JARED

It IS a little odd.

IVANKA

How are you STILL his Boy Wonder?

JARED

Because I work harder than you or your brothers.

IVANKA

That’s crap.

JARED

You’ve got great instincts, I give you that.

IVANKA

They’re not instincts Jared! They’re ideas. Animals have instincts. Human beings have ideas. Women...are human beings.

JARED

Jesus, sorry.

 

 

 

 

INT. HAIDEE’S ATELIER - DAY

Kanye lets Eric in. It’s just the two of them.

KANYE

Thanks for meeting me. Haidee isn’t here. I had a feeling you needed to talk, get something off your chest.

ERIC

You just say whatever comes to you. That must be nice. I wish I could.

KANYE

She has some great clothes. Look at this. Vintage Margiela.

ERIC

No. That’s Chloe.

KANYE

Shit. You’re right.

ERIC

Of course I’m right.

Kanye smiles at him.

KANYE

So...what is it? You’re hiding? Tell me. You can trust me.

ERIC

I’ve never told anyone this. But...I want to be a fashion designer.

KANYE

I knew it! I knew it!

ERIC

I’m the creative one! Not her! But she says "I’m creative" and so she gets to be creative. Not fair.

They’re quiet.

KANYE

I was about to order some food. Amazing eggplant parm sandwich. Wanna eat? And we can look through these clothes. She has 3 more racks in the other room.

ERIC

Sure. Why not. It’s just a sandwich right?

KANYE

Huh?

ERIC

Nothing. Hey, get extra sauce on the side.

 

 

 

 

INT. WHITE HOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Donald sits with Ivanka, DJ, Eric. And also Jared.

DONALD

Okay...you’ve all had a week. I want ideas. How to make BIG money. Not chump change, like Trump steaks or Trump golf courses. But real money. LBJ money.

ERIC

Who?

DONALD

To think...what I could’ve been...if I didn’t have the albatross of stupid children.

JARED

LBJ...is...President Lyndon B Johnson. Began his political career financially broke. Used his political power to build a fortune.

DONALD

Everyone...look through that great book on LBJ by Robert Carroll.

DJ

It’s Caro. Robert Caro.

DONALD

It’s Carroll if I say it is!

IVANKA

Okay Daddy, we’ll get on it.

DONALD

The American people elected me so I can rip them off. They demand to be bullied and victimized! And we will not fail them!

INT. DJ’S BEDROOM - DAY

DJ is curled up on the floor, naked, in the fetal position. He’s talking into his phone, totally distraught.

DJ

Ivanka...honey...I can’t take it anymore. I can’t move. A shrink can’t help me. Please don’t cry. Okay. Okay. I will make an appointment. Promise.

 

 

 

 

FADE TO BLACK

EPISODE 3

 

 

 

 

INT. DJ’S BEDROOM - DAY

DJ sits near his bed, in his sweatpants and old sweatshirt. His hair is messed up and he needs a shave.

He’s on his laptop. His cellphone rings. He looks at it, then ignores it.

 

 

INT. DJ’S BEDROOM - LATER, DUSK

DJ is in the exact same spot. Same clothes. On his laptop. The phone rings again. And he ignores it again. He seems so sad.

He holds his head, squeezes his temples, tries not to cry.

 

 

INT. DJ’S BEDROOM - LATER, NIGHT

DJ is in bed, on his laptop. The phone rings again. He ignores it.

Then a moment of silence, then it rings again...and then DJ gets up out of bed...in his underwear he stares at the cellphone and finally answers it.

DJ

Hi Dad! Been trying you all day. Really? You called?

DJ sits. Scratches his hair.

DJ

I’ve been in meetings all day. In the middle of one now. Where am I? Um...at the bank. Well, sitting with the banker. After hours, yeah. No. Not George...a new one. Different one. You haven’t met him yet. We’ve been at it all day. Trying to re-structure some loans. Pay down some of the old stuff and get a newer line of credit.
Sure you could talk to him. He’s right here. Uh...actually he JUST left.

DJ gets up and crosses the room. On a plate is an uneaten sandwich. He picks up half, studies it, then puts it down.

DJ

Yeah I’m listening Dad. I’m walking into the bank vault. You know how these guys like to show off. I’m losing reception!!!

DJ puts his phone down. He can barely get into bed. He crawls in and stares up at the ceiling.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. IVANKA AND JARED’S BEDROOM - WEEKEND MORNING

Jared and Ivanka are in bed. He is kissing her. It’s not very passionate.

JARED

We should hurry. The kids are going to be in any minute.

IVANKA

Did you call Lindsey? She texted me twice.

JARED

No. Forgot. Sorry.

IVANKA

It’s a month away Jared.

They stop kissing.

IVANKA

Why must I do all of the family event coordinating? You can do some too, you know.

JARED

I know.

IVANKA

You don’t know, or else your assistant wouldn’t be texting me at 10pm.

JARED

Fine. Okay.

IVANKA

It’s a birthday party...book a venue, rent a clown, buy the cake. I did it last year, you can do it this year.

He avoids her glance. He’s not happy. And neither is she.

DISSOLVE TO:

We’re CLOSE UP on an iPhone screen with texts written.

Eric: Looking at this month’s Italian Vogue.
Kanye: What page? Gimme a second.
Eric: Page 28. Sublime. Celine.
Kanye: That shit is insane!
Eric: Check out page 49. Not perfect, but really original.
Kanye: Gimme a second. My kid’s crying. DAMN...love THAT. Page 50 is amazing too!

 

 

 

 

INT. ERIC’S LIVING ROOM/INT. KANYE’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Split this panel. Eric and Kanye are both on their respective couches, lying down. Semi-dark. Glow from their laptops and their iPhones as they text one another. Both happy.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. WHITE HOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Donald is disgusted with his kids. DJ, Ivanka and Eric all have their heads down. Jared, though, is smiling.

DONALD

NONE of you have any ideas!!

JARED

I do. I most certainly do!!

FADE TO BLACK