Producer: Brad Wymanemail:
bwhibbs@aol.com
He is the guy who is trying to get Lindsay Lohan insured. The guy with the bad hairdo.
The WRITER and DIRECTOR of this crappy film is
mwbright@gmail.comHe is the bozo in the hat and earphones.
If you wish to contact them, like one blog member did, this is the best way.

But what you really want is more script commentary? How about the lame writer trying to make Brenda all sympathetic?-------------
EXT. BEACH – WEEKS LATER - DAY
Brenda sits looking out at the ocean.
BRENDA NARRATING O.S.
I hadn’t taken a drug in nearly a year and so I
was finally able to feel something for all those
people who’d been killed…
INT. PITTMAN DINING ROOM – NIGHT
Brenda sits alone eating dinner across from her little brother in silence..
BRENDA NARRATING O.S.
And when I heard what my friends had done to
the LaBiancas and how they’d posed the bodies
and carved “pig” on Mr. LaBianca’s stomach and
left this barbecue fork stuck in his body, I felt kind
of sick… And deep down, I knew their lives were
over...
CUT TO:
INT. BRENDA’S CAR – DAY
Brenda drives through the city listening to the radio.
D.J.
Yes, caller number four… What do you think
about what pundits are calling the, “Trial of
the Century”?
CALLER
I think they should dispense with this trial and
execute them… Anyone can see they’re guilty…
Brenda turns off the radio. It’s just too depressing.
BRENDA NARRATING O.S.
I don’t know what made me drive downtown to
where the trial was being held… I guess I just
needed to be there
EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY
Brenda walks down the sidewalk where a bunch of NEWS VANS covering the Manson Trial are parked.
ANOTHER ANGLE – Squeaky, Sandra Goode and Gypsy sit on the sidewalk looking incredibly cheerful and surrounded by ONLOOKERS.
SQUEAKY
Oh, my God! You’re out! You’re out!
Squeaky leaps to her feet, then runs up and embraces Brenda for a long moment as Sandra and Gypsy rush up to hug her too.
SQUEAKY cont.
Oh, my God! Where are you living?!
BRENDA
At my parent’s place, in Malibu.
SQUEAKY
Well, not anymore, you’re not!
BRENDA
No, Squeaky, listen... I have to stay in Malibu…
My bail was contingent on my being in the
custody of my parents… I can’t go anywhere…
SQUEAKY
Oh, bullshit… I rented a house a half a mile from
here and there’s plenty of room... Now come on…
We’ll go there now... I need to talk to you…
INT. SQUEAKY’S DOWNTOWN HOUSE – DAY
Brenda sits at the kitchen table snorting lines of crystal with Squeaky.
SQUEAKY
So right after the big bust in the desert, Dede’s
parents packed her off to Paris to be a model.
BRENDA
You know they weren’t gonna let her stick
around for this circus.
SQUEAKY
Yeah, and I wish her well… I really do… But she
was just a tourist… She was never really part of us...
Jeez, toward the end there, I don’t think I saw her
more than once or twice...
(beat)
You know, Clem and Danny got indicted yesterday…
BRENDA
For what?
SQUEAKY
I keep forgetting you’ve been in jail all this time.
(beat)
The day after you got busted, about a week before
the big move to Death Valley… We all got together
and killed Shorty.
BRENDA
Oh, my God.
SQUEAKY
Hey, you knew it was going to happen sooner or
later.
BRENDA
Yeah, he was a pain in the ass all right.
SQUEAKY
It took a really long time too… First they started
on his feet and then they worked their way up to
his head. Just cutting and cutting... Fuck, it was
so intense...
BRENDA
That’s enough… I don’t want to hear anymore.
SQUEAKY
Then they hoisted him up by his feet and
BRENDA
Sadie!
SADIE
Sorry... Sorry...
BRENDA
How’d they get caught?
SQUEAKY
How do you think?
BRENDA
Sadie, of course.
SQUEAKY
Of course it was Sadie... I’m lucky I’m not in
jail too.
BRENDA
Charlie was crazy to have Sadie do all that stuff.
SQUEAKY
Yeah, well... He’s only human...
(beat)
Hey, wait’ll you meet the guys.
BRENDA
What guys?
SQUEAKY
Some guys Charlie hooked up with, for protection
from the blacks... Who, as you can imagine, are
pretty pissed off at him.
(beat)
They’re calling themselves, “The Aryan
Brotherhood.” Anyway, two of ‘em staying here…
Wait’ll you meet ‘em… They’re so damn cute…
BRENDA
Listen, Squeaky... I have a curfew now... And I
really need to be getting back... It’s a long drive
to Malibu.
Squeaky gets a hard expression.
SQUEAKY
God, Brenda... I don’t even know you anymore.
BRENDA
Yeah, well... I don’t even know myself anymore.
SQUEAKY
Look, you’re Brenda McCann and you’re one of
us. And right now, Charlie and three of our sisters
are on trial for their lives not half a mile from
here and you want to go back to Malibu? What
the hell’s in Malibu?
BRENDA NARRATING O.S.
Squeaky was right... There wasn’t anything in
Malibu to replace what I’d lost... So I risked
everything and broke the terms of my bail and
moved back in with Squeaky... And I didn’t care
if I went to jail for a thousand years... I just wanted
to belong again...