FULL FIGURE

A man's love is what any woman would want. For Porsha, love alone couldn't heal the damage the world had carved into her self-worth. Her fiancé is a plastic surgeon, Dr. Jonathan Taylor, a man many would call a dream—loyal, kind, driven, and most importantly, in love with her for who she was.

Despite the warmth he offered, Porsha still felt cold inside. Her reflection was her worst enemy and each morning, as the sun spilled into their shared apartment in Houston, Texas. She finds herself staring into the mirror, analyzing every curve, pinching every fold of skin, as she admires all the imperfections.

FADE IN:

EXT. HOUSTON APARTMENT - MORNING

Sunlight spills through a window.

INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

PORSHA (30s, African-American, overweight) stares into the mirror. She pinches her skin, analyzing every curve.

PORSHA

One day, Porsha, you'll get rid of all this... by any means necessary.

FLASHBACK - EXT. HIGH SCHOOL ROOFTOP - DAY

Teen Porsha runs in tears. Her FATHER chases after her.

FATHER

Baby, please! Don't! It's okay.

Frantic, Porsha smears red lipstick across her face. As she steps near the edge—

YOUNG PORSHA

No one wants me!

FATHER (CONT'D)

Babygirl, watch out!

He lunges—pulls her back—but he’s the one who FALLS through a hole in the roof.

FLASHBACK TO:

INT. PARK - DAY

Porsha works out with her three best friends from college:

- MALIYAH (African American, obese, sassy)

- DEVIN (Latina, thin, hot-headed)

- SANDRA (African American, thick, supportive)

MALIYAH

I can't wait until this is over 'cause I'm going home and eat what I lost. A panini sandwich with french fries.

PORSHA

Maliyah, hush about food PLEASE!

Porsha struggles to zip up a jacket. She rips off the tag.

PORSHA (CONT'D)

I bought this smaller jacket on purpose. Three weeks and it's still tight. This weight isn't coming off fast enough.

DEVIN

It just means you need more time. You look good.

MALIYAH

Devin, I ask myself everytime I see you at the park, "What are you doing here?" You're a size 4.

DEVIN

That would be a size 2 and genetically blessed.

PORSHA

So your saying being thin is better Devin?

SANDRA

Ladies, enough! Porsha, I have a friend with access to new weight loss pills. Try it and see.

PORSHA

I’m down.

JONATHAN (30s, Caucasian/Latin, fit) walks up, wraps Porsha in a hug.

JONATHAN

You look good.

PORSHA

Babe, I'm sweaty and sticky.

JONATHAN

Hey ladies. I have to say, you've been putting in the work.

PORSHA

Is that all you see? Pounds dropped?

Her friends leave. Tension lingers.

JONATHAN

Are we really doing this again? Do you even hear me when I say, "I love you?" Or are you just waiting for the mirror to tell you something better?”

They walk toward the car.

JONATHAN (CONT'D)

I’ve got three surgeries today and I don’t want to argue.

PORSHA

Don't you see women stare at me like I don’t belong with you.

JONATHAN

I don't give a damn about other women. I’m a plastic surgeon, it’s my job to look at other women. I love *you*. You want to know what I don't get are these...

He pulls shape-wear from her gym bag.

JONATHAN (CONT'D)

Spanx, girdles, tummy huggers, shape wears and what ever else are you hiding?

PORSHA

Give me that!

Jonathan softens as he sees her hurt in her face.

JONATHAN (CONT'D)

I’m sorry. You mean the world to me, My-lot-of-woman.

MONTAGE —

-- Acupuncture, juicing, diets, and more workouts.

INT. LINGERE STORE - DAY

PORSHA

I like this one.

SALESLADY approaches Porsha.

SALESLADY

We don’t have your size. Only XS to L.

DEVIN (reading tag)

Carmen, she was asking ME. And I’m a size 2—extra small compared to you.

Saleslady retreats, embarrassed.

PORSHA

See what society does. Where are the pills you promised?

SANDRA

Take one for two weeks, then increase to two.

Porsha takes one.

INT. PRACTICE - DAY

Dr. MARK SPELLMAN (African American, model-type like Jeremy Meeks, Jonathan’s adopted brother) working at his desk.

MARK

Porsha, what do I owe the pleasure?

PORSHA

I have a proposition for you. (hesitates) What if I got lipo?

MARK

Not here. I have you spoken to Jonathan, than again a therapist?

PORSHA

Look I' know your trying to get from under your brother and I know Jonathan was the one that put up more money in this practice. What if I gave you $20K?

MARK

That's chump change Darling.

Porsha picks up the office magazine that on his desk and dangle the carrot.

PORSHA

$120K and change my name so Jonathan doesn't know.

MARK

Deal!

INT. JONATHAN’S OFFICE - NIGHT

Porsha enters Jonathan's office and surprises him in lingerie and heels. They make love.

EXT. AIRPORT - DAY

Jonathan drops the women off.

MALIYAH

We need $2,500, Daddy!

JONATHAN

You got jokes Maliyah. Porsh, let me know when you land. You need anything??

PORSHA

No. What if the fashion show doesn't...?

JONATHAN

I know you didn't say that when you left your job as an Editor-in-Chief. If you can increase their revenue by 35% then you can do this.

INT. NYC FASHION SHOW - NIGHT

The show is vibrant. Jonathan surprises Porsha. Photographers and taking pictures. They are surround by the MEDIA.

MEDIA

Who’s this handsome man?

PORSHA

The love of my life.

Jonathan kneels and pulls out a Tiffany Ring.

JONATHAN

I love you, Buttercup. Will you marry me?

PORSHA

Yes!

INT. HOTEL - NIGHT

Porsha is packed. Watches Jonathan sleep. A black sedan picks her up.

INT. SURGERY PREP ROOM - TEXAS - MORNING

PORSHA (on phone)

Hey babe, they’re about to wheel me in.

INT. SURGERY ROOM

ANESTHESIOLOGIST

Ms. Valerie Dunn, count back from 100.

The NURSES know that isn't Porsha's name and they look at Mark.

PORSHA

100, 99, 98...

INT. SURGERY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Mark performs the surgery. Suddenly, alarms BEEP.

ANESTHESIOLOGIST

BP dropping—110/80, 90/60...

MARK

I need gauze! I have a bleeder!

INT. NYC HOTEL - DAY

Jonathan wakes. No Porsha. He listens to her voicemail.

PORSHA (V.O.)

I hated being called plus-size, full figure. I did this for me... I hope you understand.

Jonathan panics. BANGS on the girls’ door. Paces the hallway

JONATHAN

Somebody call Porsha!

MALIYAH

What's wrong Jonathan?!

INT. SURGERY ROOM - SAME

FLATLINE. Mark looks like a deer in head lights for the moment.

NURSE

Dr. Taylor?

MARK

Paddles!

He shocks her. No response.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jonathan’s phone rings.

MARK (O.S.)

Jonathan... I couldn't... I need to talk to you... she took some pills that was counter-active to the anesthesia and...

Jonathan falls to his knees.

JONATHAN

Porsha is dead.

He SCREAMS in agony.

FADE OUT.