Foxie Golde

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Foxie Golde is a female police officer during the 1970's, she uncovers a world of conspiracy, lies and drug dealers. A homage to the "blaxploitation" films of the '70s.

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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FOXIE GOLDE

By Joshua D. Webster

 

SCENE 1

They stepped into the popcorn-scented foyer of the cinema and re-grouped at the bar since the huge pools of crowds separated them. They gathered the usual cinema foods; popcorn, candyfloss, fizzy drinks, hotdogs and then progressed into screen 7.

They chose the correct number of seats for their party and sat down to witness the 5 million advertisements that play before every single movie ever.

Finally, the lights were turned off, the 70’s style music played and the opening credits began.

 

CINEMACORP PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS

 

A JOSHUA D. WEBSTER PRODUCTION

 

"FOXIE GOLDE"

 

STARRING

CAMILLIA WALTZ

 

STEVEN J. TURNER

 

KATIE MOSTON

 

&

JOHN JONES

 

SCENE 2

The first thing they saw was a police station in Los Angeles, set in 1973.

A pretty young woman was sat at her desk, she was wearing a tight blue blazer and a white shirt that had a huge collar, and it hung over the lapel of her blazer.

Her hair was in a huge afro and she huge golden hoops that were dangling from her ears, she wore pink lipstick and perfectly drawn-on eyebrows.

She found it difficult to work in her profession, not only because she was a woman in the police force but also because she was used to receiving racial slurs from her co-workers, but she gained so much support from her boss who was also an African American, he was known and respected in the force due to how much of his life he had dedicated to it and he made sure that people didn’t give Foxie a hard time.

Foxie stood up, pushed her chair gently underneath her table and headed toward her bosses’ office, she was always cheerful and walked with joy, always showing a smile on her beautiful face. Before she reached the boss she saw his receptionist Ellie Woodwin, she was a small, chirpy cheerful soul who wore cardigans and huge red glasses.

“Hiya Ellie.”

“Hiya Foxie, go right in.

She did.

“Mr. Avery?”

“Hiya Foxie, how are you, my dear?”

“I am fine thank you very much, sir. I heard that you wanted me when I first got in this morning.”

“Yes I did! Now, you know you’re my favourite officer so when this was reported I thought of you.”

“Well, what is it?”

“Right, 2 pounds of cocaine was found this morning by the beach. The bag had the logo for the “Golden Knee Company”.

“Oh, Golden Knee, we have been tryin’ to bust them for years.”

“I know, and this is our chance, we have established a contact at one of the bars along the boardwalk.”

“When do I need to get there for?”

“Tomorrow, they are having a meeting at 7am.”

“Right, see ya sir.”

 

SCENE 3

Foxie began strutting down along the boardwalk, early the next morning. She had her trademark smile on her face as she noticed that she was approaching the building.

She slowly peeked through the shop’s blinds and saw a group of men all sat around a table. One looked her way and she ducked, waited until it was safe and continued looking. They had cocaine, lots of cocaine.

She moved her hands around the door, feeling for if it was able to open it, it was.

She flung the door open, knelt down to avoid bullets, waited until their guns were presumably empty and then stood up, pointed her polished silver pistol at the group of men and began speaking.

“I got you, bitches! Now, tell me about this drug operation ya’ll seem to be part of.”

“Well, missie; it began a couple years ago when our boss first arrived here in L.A.”

“Who is your boss?”

“He’s called Benito Chill.”

“Thank you for your co-operation but me and my partners here are gonna’ have to put you under arrest.”

Half-a-dozen officers entered the shop and one-by-one cuffed the group of men. Foxie then left the building and went back to Mr. Avery.

“Foxie! You’re back!”

“Damn right, sir. I’ve got a name.”

“Who?”

“Benito Chill.”

“That slippery fucker. He’s been on our most wanted list for what seems like a lifetime now.”

“Know where I can find him?”

“He owns the Benito Restaurant down town, it’s midday now, why not head over there for luch?”

“Sure thing.”

“Be seeing you, Foxie.”

“And you, sir.”

She began her calm walk to the restaurant.

The place had huge windows, and a red-coloured interior. She sat down in a booth and looked around, a waiter approached her.

“Can I get you anything, ma’am?”

“Why yes, I’d like to order some fries and a ham burger.”

“That all?”

“Oh, and some Cola.”

The waiter left her table and went behind the counter to place her order. Foxie then spied a man, a man who was being referred to as “Benito Chill”. She got up and approached him.

“Excuse me sir?”

The man who turned around was huge, he had one small gold ring in one of ears and huge sunglasses, he had a plaster over his forehead and had huge shoulders.

“Who might you be?” His voice was deep, too deep to be unnoticed by anyone in conversation with him.

She slipped a pair of handcuffs around his hands.

“I’m the person putting you under arrest.”

A group of police officers stormed into the room and arrested those who were known to be connected with Chill.

Foxie placed Chill in the back of a police car. She watched it drive away and then got into another police car that was parked outside; she pulled a small mirror out of her pocket and checked her make-up.

 

THE END

 

DIRECTED & WRITTEN BY

JOSHUA D. WEBSTER

 

PRODUCED BY

ALLY BOLD

 

CASTING BY

JOHANA WINTERS

 

CAST

(IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)

CAMILLIA WALTZ……………….FOXIE GOLDE

STEVEN J. TURNER………………MR. AVERY

KATIE MOSTON………………ELLIE WOODWIN

JOHN JONES……………………….BENITO CHILL

EDWARD MILLS…………………..MALE COP #1

JACK HARGREEVES…………….MALE COP #2

WILL SLATE……………………….MALE COP #3

ETHAN QUARTER………………..MALE COP #4

BILLY BOSTON…………………….MALE COP #5

JAKE BLAKE………………………MALE COP #6

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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