SWANS CROSSING- HOLD ON TO SIXTEEN
by Christopher Angelo
(c) 1998
Episode #2: "DANCE OF THE SWANS"
CAUTION! This story contains some profanity and mature subjects.
KEEP IN MIND:
1.) Mitch is Nancys ex-boyfriend and now runs the Tool & Die since
Barek left. He is the third owner since Fats.
2.) Clay is the biggest man on campus and Garrets biggest ally...and
soon to be Richs.
3.) Chantell is a flirt.
4.) Mitchs friends are Friend #1 and Friend #2 at the end of the
script...if you make it there!
ACT I
MUSIC: Red, Red, Wine- by UB40.
While the music is playing...we see all the characters from the show...
the original 12 plus Lisa, in a group shot against a white background,
a la 90210.
SWANS CROSSING: TITLE, OPENING CREDITS.
SCREEN: ONE MORE NIGHT BEFORE THE SPRING DANCE
FADE TO:
INT.- CALLIES APARTMENT- NIGHT
Callie sits on her couch, watching something on TV.
Jimmy has just finished hanging up the maternity dresses.
JIMMY. [Walking into the main room] That pretty much does it with the
dirty work.
CALLIE. [Extending her hand] Thank you...
JIMMY. [Shaking hand] The pleasure is mine.
Callie looks at Jimmy. Theres a certain Catwoman-type look in her eyes.
It is Callies duality.
JIMMY. I should go. Stove Tops for dinner.
Callie looks like shes on the prowl.
CALLIE. I have a package in the pantry.
JIMMY. What?
CALLIE. [Shifts personas] ....If youre hungry. I have Stove Top in
the pantry. At times Ive been known to pig out on that.
JIMMY. Why dont you just save some for yourself?
CALLIE. Because....Im getting all these...undesirable cravings.
Jimmy and Callie exchange a glance.
JIMMY. It happens when youre ready to boot.
CALLIE. Ready to boot?
JIMMY. [Wipes his head] Sorry. Im thinking about all my Midwestern
friends. Wrong choice of words.
CALLIE. I wish having a baby was as easy as ......booting something.
JIMMY. Well...I dont know. Maybe it is.
CALLIE. [Smiles] Liar. You dont know nothing, Jimmy Clayton. In
about four or five months, my life will become a living nightmare.
JIMMY. Its not as freaky as you think. Ya know?
CALLIE. I know. Dont spoil the surprise.
JIMMY. [Points to the door] Ill come back if you need me.
CALLIE. Im a big girl, I can take care of myself.
JIMMY. Well, whatever.
Jimmy splits
CALLIE. Happy Stove Top Day.
The door closes
CALLIE. [Closes her eyes and opens them again, concentrating on the TV]
INT.-SYDNEYS ROOM-NIGHT
Red, Red Wine plays again.
Sydney stands by her desk, with her eyes closed
SYDNEY. I can hardly wait.
Garrett walks inside with a box
GARRETT. While I was in Dover, I was thinking about us...and how
much trust we put in each other to make this relationship last. And
since doing that requires time well spent...I couldnt make the mistake
of talking to Mr. Adams and then just leaving. So I decided to visit a
very special place.
Takes the necklace out of the box and puts it around Sydneys neck.
SYDNEY. [Lets out a deep breath]
GARRETT. [Stands back and smiles] I love you, Sydney.
Sydney turns around, almost in tears, and embraces Garrett.
SYDNEY. Youre such a jerk, Garrett. Do you realize that you went to
the most....
GARRETT. ...Expensive jeweler in Davenport.
SYDNEY. I dont believe it. [Kisses him]
SYDNEY. [Turns toward desk] Oh, my God!
SYDNEY. [Turns around to Garrett, calming down]
GARRETT. I didnt have a choice. It is supposed to be the most
memorable night of our lives.
SYDNEY. [Changing personas] You could of waited until prom, Garrett.
GARRETT. I realize that.
SYDNEY. But you didnt. Instead...you took this whole spring dance,
something which to me ranked right next to bobbing apples on Halloween,
and you changed the whole context of it. With this necklace, you made
it something special.
SYDNEY. Everybody always talks about their prom and how romantic it
was.
Sydney lets out that look of hers that begins with the raising of an
eyebrow....
SYDNEY. Well be talking about our 1994 spring dance.
GARRETT. A strange and furious pair we are.
Sydney feels his chest up and down with her hands
SYDNEY. You are truly unbelievable.
GARRETT. The things fools do for love.
SYDNEY. Robert Browning could stash up some mean lines about us.
GARRETT. No one can find rhymes for love this deep.
SYDNEY. [Puts her arms to her side] You think were in...pretty deep?
GARRETT. Why dont we find out. [They kiss]
INT.-JTS CAR-NIGHT
OUTSIDE BOOTH RESIDENCE.
Music: Red, Red Wine
JT. Well...this is where we let off.
GLORY. [Sighs] I was just getting introduced to my other half.
JT. Your other half?
GLORY. The one that doesnt live there. [She points to house]
JT. Well. You gotta get some sleep.
GLORY. Hmm...maybe your bedroom could suffice.
They fumble around a bit and kiss.
JT. Pretty soon...you know what?
GLORY. What?
JT. Youre not gonna have to worry about butt-kissing in Delaware
anymore...cause you know where were goin?
GLORY. Where?
JT. I have it all planned out. A year from now...when schools
finished, were gonna split. And were gonna go somewhere...somewhere
in the mountains. Away from all the murmurs and noises of this hustle-
bustle society.
GLORY. And where do you suppose the West Wind will take us...?
JT. I havent figured it out yet....but its gonna be far, far away.
Away from this crazy town. Im getting so sick and tired of all these
intellectual people that try to pound all this cheez whiz into our
heads. Arent you?
GLORY. JT?
JT. Dont say youre not?
GLORY. [Laughs] Youre chasing waterfalls
JT. What? Are you telling me that you want to stick around here and
hear Sandy sing something else? And get whigged out.
GLORY. Dont make fun of Sandy...shes hurting.
JT. I mean, its not like she has a bad voice or anything like that...
its just...the thought of having history repeat itself over and over
again until you cant stomach it anymore.
GLORY. I dont know, darling. I dont know if mom and pop would
approve of a little girl like me at some unknown address. Besides
which, I have two more years of school left.
JT. You could finish somewhere else...couldnt you?
GLORY. [Gives JT a look]
JT. Jesus Christ...Im not talking about a cabin in the mountains...
Im talking about going to Denver or something...dont they have public
schooling in Denver?
GLORY. What if I have a baby...in Denver?
JT. You wont.....we wont. Well be extra careful. Well use
rubbers on each end and you can take the pill.
GLORY. I dont wanna take the pill. Its totally against what my
parents taught me.
JT. Look, Glory. You have to form a partnership with me on this one.
I mean, this cant just be some sort of speculation...or dream. We
have to grow up sometime.
INT.-BUSHES-NIGHT
Garrett hiding in the bushes.
GARRETT. Well, well, well. We have to grow up sometime. Looks like
youve outdone yourself again J...T...
GARRETT. But dont fear....wait till you see.....Vanessa.
GLORY. Cant we grow up...three years from now?
JT. By then... well have clones to do that for us.
GLORY. [Sighs] You and your scientific garble
Music: Last few bars of Red, Red Wine
Garrett picks up his cellular telephone and dials
JT. You only live once...
GARRETT. Wait till you see Vanessa.
Split screen between Garrett and Clay Martini...Milas boyfriend.
CLAY. Martini here.
GARRETT. Yo...on the rocks.
CLAY. What is it, Booth? I thought I told you about calling after nine.
GARRETT. I couldnt help it...I had to find out what Veronica and
Norman were up to in tonights episode.
CLAY. Say what, Arnold?
GARRETT. Hay, give me a listen. I was wondering if you could do me
a little bit of a favor for tomorrow nights shag.
CLAY. This should be interesting. Spit it out, dude.
GARRETT. I was wondering if you could spike the punch...since no one
else will.
CLAY. You want me to sabotage the Minute Maid. Wow...how could I
toss this one up?
GARRETT. You do have the most toxic substance known to human mankind.
CLAY. That I do.
GARRETT. But I want you to do it for one person in particular.
CLAY. And who would that be?
GARRETT. Rocket boy.
INT.-TOOL & DYE-LATE NIGHT (EARLY MORNING)
Mitch smokes a swisher by the bay where Sandys car lies.
After a couple of puffs, he decides to check out the car.
He puts the keys into the ignition.
He turns on the radio.
Sucka Nigga from A Tribe Called Quest plays.
He turns off the radio.
And puts out the cigar
MITCH. Swan can rap?
MITCH. [Laughs] Nah...nah.....fo...get that!!!
He turns on the engine and revs up the accelerator.
MITCH. Urrummph!!!!
And a woman, a beautiful Hispanic woman emerges from the stairs...which
once served as Bareks quarters, but which Mitch has since moved into.
WOMAN. Nice place, baby.
MITCH. Oh, hay. Glad you like it, Vanessa.
VANESSA. Its too bad you never let it have a womans touch.
She twitches her eyebrow and twinkles her eye
MITCH. You wanna add some extra flava?
VANESSA. [Twitches eyebrow] Not really. I was just talking about
the bedroom.
MITCH. Vanessa...whatever do you mean by that? [Laughs] As if the
both of us didnt know.
VANESSA. Oh, Mitch. You naughty little boy.
MITCH. My childhood days are over. Actually, theyve been long gone.
VANESSA. Well, if its been a long time....
MITCH. [Plops down on the couch]
MITCH. [Turns on the television]
Vanessa takes this as an invitation to join him on the couch.
She gives a seductive giggle as she sits herself down.
VANESSA. What are we watching?
MITCH. Its The Touch of Mink. [Like a bro] Its a movie.
VANESSA. But wasnt that like back in the seventies or something?
MITCH. This ...Doris Day. She thinks the guy wants to marry her...
shes got another thing coming. He just wants to show her on his arm.
VANESSA. Is this the beginning or the end?
MITCH. Why?
VANESSA. Because I want it to be over.
MITCH. It just goes to show you...how someone can get in too deep
when she expects too much.
VANESSA. [Gets closer to Mitch] Oh, Mitch. What are you trying to
say?
MITCH. You know exactly what Im tryin to say. You think Im
gonna start stretching my tongue down your throat and takin off your
clothes like an animal, dont you?
VANESSA. You got it all wrong, boy...
MITCH. Liar..
VANESSA. [Laughs] No, I mean I never wanted...
MITCH. Liar.
VANESSA. [Like a bro] Iz Tru.
MITCH. You such a goddamn liar....you know you want fast sex...
VANESSA. Thaz not what Im made of.
MITCH. Well, if it aint what you made of.....relax... and enjoy the
presentation.
A PAUSE
VANESSA. About that date we set....
MITCH. [Stares at her] Yeah...what about it.
VANESSA. I have to go somewhere tomorrow.
MITCH. Whatre you sayin? We gonna go have some fancy dinin.
VANESSA. Im sayin I have to go somewhere.
MITCH. Where?
VANESSA. Why?
MITCH. Id like to know, do you mind?
VANESSA. Miami Beach.
MITCH. For what purpose?
VANESSA. My... sisters over there. She hurt herself, and I have to
be with her.
MITCH. What... is she an incapable human being or something?
VANESSA. I just...need to be with her...tomorrow night. We have a
special type of bonding.
MITCH. Well...thanks for lettin me know ahead of time..
VANESSA. You said you wanted to take it slow.
MITCH. Do you know what plain youre taking?
VANESSA. I have one tomorrow morning...I...have to wake up early.
MITCH. Do you need someone to drive you to the airport?
VANESSA. No...Im fine.
MITCH. Are you sure? Its a ride.
VANESSA. No, really. Im fine.
MITCH. What about the job?
VANESSA. [Nods head] Oh, yeah....this friend of mine...shes gonna
cover my shift for the night.
MITCH. Make sure shes there.
VANESSA. Right...
MITCH. Jesus, Vanessa.
MITCH. I dont know...
VANESSA. Really, Im fine.
MITCH. Well then...why dont you go home and get some sleep.
The SC music plays.
VANESSA. Well... its only one-fifteen.
Vanessa looks at Mitch.
Mitch puts his finger on her nose.
MITCH. When you get your ass there...you call..
VANESSA. Dont worry, I will.
VANESSA. You mind if I crash here?
MITCH. On the couch you will.
INT.-CLASSROOM-DAY
Amanda walks in through the door and sits at her seat.
SAUNDERS. Amanda...nice to see you back in place.
AMANDA. Why thank you, Mrs. Saunders.
SYDNEY. Yeah, Amanda. Its always good to have an extra face.
GLORY. You missed so much homework.
SANDY. Make sure you read up on Chapters seven, eight, nine and ten.
MILA. Each ones like seventy pages long.
AMANDA. Seventy pages?
SYDNEY. What, you havent even started?
AMANDA. No?
MILA. What do you have to say for yourself?
AMANDA. I wasnt here.
SYDNEY. Thats not good enough...
SANDY. Miss Saunders is gonna flunk you.
SYDNEY. Shes gonna make sure you never go to school again.
SAUNDERS. Okay, class...presentation. Oh... Amanda... since youre
back.
AMANDA. A presentation...on what.
SAUNDERS. On chapters 3,4,5, and 6. What...you didnt read them?
AMANDA. No...
SAUNDERS. Yes you did. Are you a liar?
AMANDA. No...
SAUNDERS. Come up here...
SANDY. Go up there..
AMANDA. I cant...
SYDNEY. Go up there...
AMANDA. I cant...
SYDNEY. Go...go...go...go..
GLORY. Go... go... go... go
SANDY. Go... go... go
MILA. Go... go... go... go
Amanda starts to hide under her seat.
But her four so-called friends converge on her with their hands ready
to grab her neck as she sinks lower.
SYDNEY, SANDY, GLORY, MILA. Go...go... go... go
INT.-AMANDAS BEDROOM-NIGHT
Amanda wakes up, frustrated.
Amanda had another nightmare.
The answering machine has picked up.
This startles Amanda.
VOICE. Help me, Cristina. Help me. Help me tomorrow night.
AMANDA. [Puts her hand beside her chest and sinks back to bed]
INT.-SCH-DAY
Saja, Neil, and Owen are walking down the hall, chatting.
SAJA. Im supposed to see Sandy this morning.
OWEN. Oh, yeah..
NEIL. Oh, yeah...what?
OWEN. They had some harsh words...
NEIL. [Turns to Saja] Harsh words?
OWEN. Well, actually. He had some harsh words.
NEIL. HARSH WORDS?
SAJA. It can happen. I can say something harsh. And it can irritate
somebody.
NEIL. Isnt that like...against your rules?
SAJA. Hay, listen. This is my best friend were talking about. Best
friends stick their necks out for each other. Im allowed to get a
little ballistic.
NEIL. Okay...but I hope the Samurai dont come and cook yo ass for
lunch.
Neil and Owen laugh in unison.
SAJA. Holy Moses.
NEIL. What?
SAJA. Youre just lucky Im not Bobby...because if I was...I would
exterminate your African-American exterior with my bare two hands.
NEIL. Saja...we were just kidding. Besides, Im excited. Amanda
told me yesterday she wanted to go to the dance with me.
SAJA. Lovely. I bid good tidings to you both. But beware the demons
that trample upon this damsel in distress.
NEIL. What demons? She seemed fine yesterday...thats when I asked
her.
OWEN. Oh my God...dont look now....but...
We see a beautiful girl with long dark hair opening up her locker door.
OWEN. Its her.
NEIL. Shes beautiful.
SAJA. Shes mortal.
Neil and Owen stare at Saja as if he went stir crazy.
Then they look back at the girl.
OWEN. Tonight...shes all mine.
NEIL. [Pats Owen on the back] Yes, sir. Tonight...she might be
wearing a plethora of perfume. And make all your dreams come true.
OWEN. I must say I have definitely become someone.
NEIL. I second that motion.
SAJA. I may be crazy... but I think she and I crossed paths before.
NEIL. [Looks at Saja] I wouldnt fantasize about her if I were you.
Thats marked property.
OWEN. Wow.....concept.
NEIL. Doesnt she need help with her books?
OWEN. Oh... gosh. I think she looks okay.
SAJA. A prelude to an introduction and he totally bypasses it.
OWEN. Im not bypassing anything.
NEIL. Oh... look at you. You are shivering. And you know her.
OWEN. What can I say... Im shy around girls.
NEIL. So what are you gonna do...just stand here? Let her pass you
by. Remember when I used to do that with women? And where did it get
me? Do you honestly think theyd let a sixteen year old kid make a
scientific discovery?
OWEN. [Takes a huff] Im gonna see her tonight.
NEIL. Why cant you see her now?
SAJA. What emotional intensity you have.
OWEN. Im too tired.
NEIL. Okay...if you dont go... we will. Come on, Saj.
OWEN. Oh... all right..all right...I suppose I can muster up some
strength.
They walk up to the girl.
NEIL. Hot dog....
SAJA. Hot tamale..
NEIL. We be checking this girl out.
OWEN. Hay, Kitana.
The girl turns around, in distress.
GIRL. Im not Kitana.
OWEN. [Starts laughing] Hah...youre getting it ready for tonight,
arent you?
GIRL. No..Im not Kitana.
NEIL. [With a deep breath] Whoa!!
NEIL. Beware of date.
SAJA. Beware of human dependency.
Then another girl who looks exactly like Girl#1 appears from behind.
KITANA. Hay, Owen.
Owen turns around, and looks at Kitana. Theyre twins.
OWEN. Kitana.
KITANA. [Laughs] Youre still on with me...arent you?
Kitana kisses Owen on the cheek.
GIRL. Jesus Christ....
NEIL. Double cheeseburger.
KITANA. My sister cant even get a date.
OWEN. [Turns back around to twin]
GIRL. My names not Jesus, its Deena.
NEIL. Mercy.
Owen shakes Deenas hand
SAJA. All these temptations that keep me from my days work.
SAJA. I must depart...there is too much to do and so little time.
SAJA. Sayonara, sisters.
Saja splits.
INT.-AUDITORIUM-DAY
Mila is up on stage, looking a bit nervous. The camera centers on
her beaming face.
COACH JOHNSON. Okay Mrs. Rosnovsky. Come on, Im sure youll be great.
RICH. No, no!
RICH. Cant you see that shes facing a dilemma. Mila...?
MILA. Dont...say anything.
RICH. Come on baby. I know we can do this.
MILA. We?
RICH. Why..youre not doing this?
MILA. No..I meant you.
RICH. Listen, Mila. I know youre just freaking out on us...but if
this was a real situation, and I was your agent...what would you do?
JT. Come on, Mila. You can do it.
RICH. [Turns around] I know that wasnt you talking.
JT. What if it was?
RICH. [Turns around again] Are you ready?
MILA. Can you get out of my way? Youre blocking my view.
RICH. [Pauses] As long as youre ready.
MILA. Im gonna try.
RICH. Try what? The boned salmon or the bloody steak?
MILA. Excuse me?
RICH. Youre gonna do...trying is for shmoes.
RICH. [Claps] Come on...Owen Fowler chose your talents and efforts
over Sandys. The ready light should be on.
Mila gets on the mike and clears her throat.
MILA. [Clears throat] Testing 1-2-3.
RICH. Its on, baby.
JT. Come on, Mila.
MILA. [Starts singing] This is how I love you:
The music plays
MILA. I wish for a shade I can pull...I feel so afraid
MILA. Watching you grow up
MILA. This love hurts too much.
MILA. And I try to build a wall; So I dont have to see you fall
MILA. And I pray...go away from my thoughts!
MILA. Why do you keep coming back? (3)
MILA. Over Black Sheep Wall?
The music stops
JT. [Claps his hands] Yes!
GLORY. Go, Mila.
RICH. That was good.
MILA. Really?
RICH. I thought so. What do you think, Coach Johnson?
JOHNSON. Mila, let me ask you something....
MILA. Yes, Coach?
JOHNSON. Do you know how to breathe?
MILA. Excuse me?
JOHNSON. Youre breathing technique.
RICH. [Sighs] Shes good..what are you worried about.
JOHNSON. You look like a fish out of water when youre singing
somethin
MILA. But everyone else thought it was good. Isnt that like...
majority rule?
JOHNSON. [Sighs] There was nothing wrong with your performance...but
can I just give you some breathing exercises?
MILA. If you must.
Rich and Chantell
CHANTELL. You know, its funny. Without a shadow of a doubt, she
sounds better than Sandy Swan.
RICH. Yeah, well...you know my personal opinion: Why waste good
talent?
CHANTELL. Amen to that.
RICH. Who is Sandy Swan anyway?
Chantell starts laughing
They walk off, leaving Glory and JT
JT. I think Ill go get a soda, now.
GLORY. Make sure you hurry back, honey.
JT. [In his pissed mood] I dont think I wanna come back.
A PAUSE
GLORY. [With a certain naive] Why not?
JT. [Folds his arms] You try to figure it all out.
Rich and Chantell stand together, laughing.
GLORY. I dont understand.
JT. Theres nothing to understand. We had a conversation...I thought
she was..like..my ally....who supported my whole entire outlook...and
then she does a total one-eighty.
GLORY. Why are you worried about Chantell?
JT. Because, Glory. I hate people that are fakes.
JT. You sure you dont wanna join me for a soda?
GLORY. Its not like were getting a two for one special.
RICH. Hay..has anyone seen Owen?
JT and Glory turn around.
Chantell laughs.
JT. [Splits]
GLORY. I havent seen Owen at all today.
RICH. Hes supposed to be here. Hes supposed to help Mila...
breathe...and sing.
Mila and Coach Johnson are performing their exercises. Whatever they
may be.
GLORY. Maybe hes catching up with his studies. [Shrugs shoulders]
RICH. Yeah..Ill bet.
Chantell laughs as Rich nudges her shoulder.
GLORY. It happens when you go to school.
MILA. [Singing] LA!!!!
JOHNSON. [Claps hands] Thats a girl.
RICH. Hay, coach...
Johnson turns around
RICH. I think we have illegal use of hands on the twenty yard line.
JOHNSON. [Kinda pissed] What?
RICH. [Turns to Glory] Could you find her?
GLORY. [Puts hands one her hips] Where would I start?
RICH. Use your imagination.
MILA. Rich...
RICH. Yes, my blonde ambition.
MILA. Music..please.
INT.-HAGGSTROM KITCHEN-DAY (MORNING)
Lisa Haggstrom takes cupcakes out of the oven, and sets them down.
Sandy Swan enters the kitchen.
SANDY. [Yawns. Rubs her eyes]
SANDY. My God!
LISA. I made cupcakes!
SANDY. This early in the morning.
LISA. My father says there are twenty-four usable hours in a given
day, thank you very much!
Lisa holds out a cupcake for Sandy, Sandy takes it.
SANDY. Its amazing, Lisa. Youre a dork.
LISA. Come on, Swan. The dance is tonight, and I figured Id give
everyone a little treat.
SANDY. Yeah, well....too bad I cant say the same thing for myself.
LISA. [Kisses Sandy on cheek] You will..one day.
SANDY. [Folds arms] You sound like Sydneys mother...thats exactly
what Sydneys mother would tell me.
LISA. Howd you sleep.
SANDY. Ay-okay. Although I kept having these eccentric dreams
involving me and the rapture.
LISA. The rapture? Okay.
SANDY. You dont think hes coming back?
LISA. Who? Oh..you mean...him.
SANDY. Youre not born again..are you?
LISA. No..Im agnostic
SANDY. Whats that?
LISA. It means you believe theres someone up there...but ya dont
know who he is?
SANDY. AGNOSTIC.
SANDY. Wow...sounds like twenty questions if you ask me...
LISA. Its like...everyone knows me around here.
SANDY. God...I still have the biggest headache this side of the
Appalachians....
LISA. Your car is at the shop.
SANDY. [Rubs head] What?
LISA. Oh...Glory said that while you were conked out she had it towed
to the Tool & Die.
SANDY. Well, why did she bring it to Mitch?
LISA. [Folds arms]
SANDY. He doesnt know how to take care of someones car...all he
does is play around with it...
LISA. He told me that you could use a tint job on your windows.
SANDY. Im not riding around for one week with my windows closed. I
like sticking my hand out in the air...its intensive liberation.
SANDY. Besides which, hes an asshole.
Sandy inhales the cupcake.
LISA. Well?
SANDY. It tastes good. Maybe you should get into the trade.
LISA. Thats what I keep telling myself . But I couldnt picture
myself running back and forth between four ovens.
SANDY. [Laughs]
LISA. [Has another cupcake] They do taste pretty good.
LISA. [Licks the frosting] Yeah, baby...
SANDY. Give your cupcake the most satisfaction it can get...
LISA. You can say that again. [Sticks out tongue]
SANDY. [Sits down in chair] Thats not very Lisa-like.
LISA. Cant I say something bad once in a while.
LISA. Maybe I should make another batch....doesnt JT have a sweet
tooth?
SANDY. [Sighs] I guess.
LISA. If I start now, it wont take that long. I should take off of
school, today.
SANDY. You know something...maybe I should, too. Im too depressed.
LISA. Whats wrong, Sandy?
SANDY. Oh..nothing. Just the usual back-breaking load.
SANDY. I was insane yesterday...wasnt I?
LISA. [Walking towards Sandy] Yesterday?
SANDY. [Nods head]
LISA. [Puts hand on top of her white, curly hair] Every little girl
is allowed to stray off in the wrong direction once in a while.
SANDY. [Puts head down and cries] Ohh!!...I was like...somebody else
that day.
SANDY. Somebody bad.
LISA. Youre not bad, Sandy.
SANDY. [Sobs] What?
LISA. Youre not. You just let everyone tell you that you are.
SANDY. Well..maybe theyre right. Oh..my God..[cries a little more]
LISA. Sandy...can I tell you something?
SANDY. Its probably something nice, right?
LISA. [Rubs her head] Listen to me. There are so many people here
that are so spoiled and so goddamn pampered that they wouldnt know
what direction was if someone waved a checkered flag in their face.
They have it easy...their parents tell them what to do day and night...
mechanically.
SANDY. Does that include you...too?
LISA. Yes, Sandy. That includes me, too.
SANDY. No.. why are you cutting yourself down?
LISA. [Jerks a tear] Because I love you. As a friend. And I have
a hard time getting things across.
SANDY. Lisa...youre a doll.
LISA. Youll never meet another person like me.
SANDY. I guess that means Im kinda spoiled, too. Right?
LISA. You want revolution.
SANDY. Im too young to start a war. Ow, my head.
LISA. Oh, my God. [Hugs Sandy] Just be happy that you have a little
headache and not an overall bruise.
SANDY. Youre referring to my driving drunk, arent you?
LISA. Jazz said you were a lethal weapon.
SANDY. Whats wrong with Jazz these days, anyways?
LISA. She told me she feels responsible for looking after you because
of whats going on with your parents.
SANDY. Great..Ive never had a legal guardian before.
LISA. Youre lucky she cares.
SANDY. About who? Me?
LISA. Dont talk like that.
SANDY. But Im a complete waste.
LISA. Sandy...we both know that isnt true.
SANDY. [Picks up phone] I have to talk to this Jazz, anyways.
Since when has she become my personal Jesus.
LISA. Its not just her...
SANDY. Better yet Ill just get dressed and meet her in person. Am
I allowed to use your shower, Lise?
LISA. If theres no one naked in there.
SANDY. You dont have any boys in your family, do you?
SANDY. Besides your dad.
LISA. Everyones gone, Sandy.
SANDY. Good point.
SANDY. Tell Jazz shed better not hide in the pantry.
INT.-SCH-DAY
OWEN. Even thought about cutting a record one time...but...I had to
put school first.
KITANA. Wow!
DINA. Imagine how successful you would of been if you cut it.
KITANA. [Looks at Dina] He wouldnt be going to this school.
DINA. Yeah, right.
OWEN. Well, maybe after I graduate. Plus Ive been getting a lot of
phone calls from different record companies who want me to be their
agent. I dont know where to start!!
KITANA. Wow!
DINA. Wow! Thats pretty cool, Owen. You know, I think my sister
and I have the same feelings for you.
OWEN. [Laughs] Oh, man.
KITANA. Youre so emotional, Dina.
DINA. Maybe too much for my own good.
KITANA. Maybe too much for our own good.
OWEN. Yeow! [Puts hand in pocket]
Glory walks in.
DINA. We may have to flip a coin for senior prom.
KITANA. Ah...were not like that, Dina.
DINA. Whats wrong with share and share alike.
KITANA. Its not the sick song we dance to.
GLORY. [Waves hand] They need you for spring dance.
OWEN. Right...
DINA. But hes so hard to resist.
KITANA. Go get your own man!
DINA. Youre such an asshole, Kat.
GLORY. You should go, now.
OWEN. Wait a second!
KITANA. No, I think youre the asshole.
DINA. Yeah, well. Who needs a sister, anyways.
Dina walks off.
OWEN. Hay, Dina. Wait...
KITANA. Forget about her.
OWEN. I was just gonna calm her down.
KITANA. This isnt uncommon. We fight about guys all the time. But
its gonna be one rough battle for you, Owen Fowler.
OWEN. Geez, thanks.
Kitana gives Owen a long kiss on the lips.
KITANA. Thats forever, baby.
OWEN. Forever, baby.
KITANA. [Pulls tissue out of her pocket and laughs] Wipe the
lipstick off your mouth, you luvfool.
INT.-LIBRARY-DAY
The camera focuses on the screen of a microfiche projector. As the
pages the Swans Times flip by...we see a front page dated April 26,
1984.
HEADLINE: TEEN SLAIN AT LOCAL PROM
Then we see a picture of Cristina Vasquez.
RICH. One could almost paint a portrait.
He hits the rewind button of the fiche projector.
GIRL. What are you talking about?
RICH. Someone who cant talk, anymore.
GIRL. Whatever you say.
RICH. What does the past mean to you, anyways?
GIRL. To me...it can make a goofball out of somebody. Kind of like
you. Arent you like, the class president or something?
RICH. How much will this conversation be worth ten years from now?
GIRL. Absolutely nothing.
RICH. Give that a thought the next time a reality check crosses your
way.
Rich leaves the microfiche area.
GIRL. Hey!
RICH. Yes, dear.
GIRL. I think youre Satan.
RICH. Lovely.
EXT.-SCH-DAY
We see a car door close. It is Amanda in her fathers car, again.
FATHER. Now, you make sure you give me a phone call before youre
ready to leave. You know what happened last time.
AMANDA. I know, Dad.
FATHER. And I dont want to see you miss school again. Got it!
AMANDA. Yes, dad.
INT.-SCH-DAY
Amanda walks down the hall slowly.
Rich walks out of the library.
MUSIC: Every Breathe I Take- THE POLICE
RICHS P.O.V.: IMAGINES AMANDA IS CRISTINA WALKING DOWN THE HALL
CRISTINA. Hello, Tommy.
RICH. My...Cristina. You sure do look lovely for tonight.
CRISTINA. Ill put my best dress on for you.
REALITY: RICH AND AMANDA AGAIN.
AMANDA. Rich....
RICH. [Widens his eyes]
AMANDA. I knew it was you, all along.
***********************************************************************
ACT TWO
INT.-SCH-DAY
AMANDA. You were the one that kept calling...you were the one that
kept leaving messages on the machine.
RICH. I cant help it...you look so much like her.
AMANDA. Just because I look like her doesnt give you permission to
call me at three o clock in the morning.
RICH. Please understand. Its just part of my nature, baby. Its
what moves my engines.
AMANDA. You woke me up right when I was having a nightmare. Dont
you understand that?
RICH. Now, you see. You could of spoke to me and I would of helped
you out. I would of made it all better.
AMANDA. Youre such a sick human being, Rich.
RICH. No, wait a second, Cristina. We could teach each other.
AMANDA. No, really. Get help!
Amanda takes off and runs
Clay walks into the hall
CLAY. Christ, my savior. What was that all about?
RICH. Ill never know..and Ill never care. Because I think Im in
love.
CLAY. [Pats Rich on back] Dont do that.
RICH. Are you just here to make conversation?
CLAY. Not at all. I was just wondering if you needed my help...I
hear Mr. JT quit the force.
RICH. He doesnt want to rip tickets. Are you saying that you want
to do that? Are you stupid?
CLAY. Hay...itll give me another excuse to not be around Mila all
night long.
RICH. What are you...made of steel?
CLAY. [Spins around, showing himself off] Have you ever seen me
naked, Rich?
RICH. [Sighs] You got the job...but if you are not there...Ill just
have to revoke your offer. Got it...
CLAY. [Salutes him] Yes, boss.
RICH. And dont ever talk like a faggot in front of me again...we not
like best buddies or anything.
CLAY. At your service, Mac daddy-o.
-ANOTHER HALLWAY-DAY
Amanda walks down, kinda frustrated.
NANCY. Oh, my God...look whos there. Amanda!
Amanda walks down, ignoring her. Her face buried down.
NANCY. We missed you.
NANCY. Have...a nice day.
SYDNEY. You win some, you lose some.
NANCY. What the hay? I was just trying to evoke some compassion.
SYDNEY. I think your waves of compassion might be just a bit too
weak to detect.
NANCY. I have a whole lotta love, Sydney. A whole lotta love.
SYDNEY. Maybe you should check up on your sources.
NANCY. Whaddya mean?
SYDNEY. I mean....that you dont exactly have a batch of advocates.
Nancy confuses the definition of advocate
NANCY. Right. Everyones for me. No advocates here.
SYDNEY. Advocate means ally, Nancy.
She shoves her last book in and leaves her locker
Nancy follows.
NANCY. You cant shove things down my throat and make me like them.
SYDNEY. Maybe when you choke youll finally learn.
NANCY. Hay, Sydney. Is that a necklace, or a pocket full of kryptonite?
Sydney slaps Nancy briskly.
NANCY. Ow!
Sydney walks off.
NANCY. Sydney, you stupid bitch.
NANCY. Come back here.
People are staring, including Jimmy Clayton.
NANCY. What? Are you gonna say something sappy, now. Chill out
Nancy, I know youre freaking. It could of been fatal or maybe
even Want a cheeseburger
JIMMY. [Shrugs shoulders] Actually, I was gonna ask if you were okay.
NANCY. Well, Im not. Im not okay. As a matter of fact, Im very
much in pain.
JIMMY. Oh, geez. Thats not good.
NANCY. Go figure. A bona-fide bitch slap.
Nancy rubs her face in.
JIMMY. Do you need ointment?
NANCY. Now is not the best time for jokes.
JIMMY. How about some rubbing alcohol.
NANCY. Im serious, Jimmy.
JIMMY. Why dont ya just leave it alone. The worst it could do is
heal up.
NANCY. Im not worried about the slap itself, but rather the
intention of the slap. As in...non-inclusion.
JIMMY. With Sydney?
NANCY. Gosh...you do catch on fast.
JIMMY. If you start being nicer to her...maybe shell consider a
truce.
NANCY. What truce? Ive been as nice to her as a human being
possibly could be.
JIMMY. Well...she must of meant something when she got pissed.
NANCY. [Folds her arms] She meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Shes just a sardonic bitch.
She walks faster, but Jimmy catches up with her.
JIMMY. Nancy. Dont do anything ballistic.
NANCY. Ballistic? How could I possibly go ballistic at a time like
this?
JIMMY. Youre looking for Sydney, arent you?
NANCY. No, Im not. Im looking for mercy.
JIMMY. Mercy, who?
NANCY. No, young James. Mercy itself. Divine intervention. You
wouldnt understand the realm of the spirit if someone painted a
picture in the sky.
JIMMY. Are you gonna have a conversation with Bobby or something?
NANCY. No. [She straightens her purse strap]
JIMMY. Well, what do you plan on doing?
NANCY. [Points to the girls room] I am going to the ladies room...
and Im gonna go puke my brains out.
Walks down further, then stops.
NANCY. If you wanna wait, youre welcome to.
EXT.-SODA SHOP-DAY
Sandy comes out of her car, while others are staring at her.
Sandy takes into account the other people.
SANDY. My God...Im a celebrity.
JESSICA. They never leave anyone alone around here, do they.
SANDY. Its the truth. What are you doing here, Jessica? Arent you
across town?
JESSICA. Does the fact that Im in close locality somehow bother you?
SANDY. Well, maybe just a little.
JESSICA. Goodbye, Sandy. And have fun with yourself.
She walks off in snot manner.
And Sandy is left with herself, and the lookers on.
INT.-SODA SHOP-DAY
MUSIC: FEED THE TREE-BELLY
WITH THE VIDEO ON THE SCREEN
Sandy walks in, as everyone continues to notice her.
And up front, at the counter, Sydney, Mila, and Garrett notice her.
GARRETT. Hay, Sandy.
SANDY. [Rubs her face] Hi, guys.
MILA. Whats wrong, Sandy?
SANDY. Whats wrong? With me?
GARRETT. Oh, come now, Sandy. The spotlights on you. Everyones
looking...talking..
SYDNEY. Asking....pointing.
SANDY. Thats not true. You guys are here.
SYDNEY. But we never get this much attention. We used to...but not
anymore.
SANDY. Why would everyone be looking at me?
GARRETT. Todays ultimate question.....
MILA. Hay, Sandy. Did ya find anyone for this evenings dance?
GARRETT. Yeah, hay. I hear Neil Atwaters available.
SYDNEY. [Nudges his shoulder] Shut up, Garrett.
Jazz arrives, taking Sydneys and Milas empty Passion Floats.
JAZZ. More Passion Floats for you guys?
SYDNEY. No, maam. Hows about you, Garrett?
GARRETT. Hay, wait. Didnt you get a new float on the list?
Sandy and Jazz exchange looks.
JAZZ. Its not a float, its an Orange Jewel. But now everyone wants
to call it an O.J. Simpson.
GARRETT. How does it compare to the legend...
JAZZ. [Folds arms] Well, its got a lot of sugar.
Jazz rolls back her eyes
GARRETT. Hmmm....
GARRETT. Indulge me....how about you, Swan?
SANDY. Well...
JAZZ. Dont worry...its pure.
SANDY. [Kinda angered by the alcoholic reference] What?
JAZZ. Do you want one...yes or no.
MILA. Come on, Sandy. Its the best way to wake up from a headache.
SANDY. [Flips eyebrow] Ill take one.
JAZZ. Two OJS coming up.
MILA. I cant believe you actually slapped her. [Giggles a bit]
SYDNEY. Well, you actually didnt hear the whole story. See,
everything was fine in River City until she brought up my beautiful
necklace.....
GARRETT. Which I bought her...
SYDNEY. Right....then she referred to it as a...well...POCKET FULL
OF KRYPTONITE.
MILA. What? For real.
GARRETT. So, Sandy. You know that they want you to go easy on the
bottle tonight.
SANDY. Oh, trust me. Thats the last time Ill ever mix one in.
GARRETT. From what I hear yesterday, you were swigging it straight.
SANDY. I had a Jack Daniels. Every little girl and her mother has
one of those.
GARRETT. [Shrugs shoulders] Glory didnt. My mother didnt.
Glorys a little girl.
SANDY. I was referring to some more substantial dimensions. You
know, as in...reality.
GARRETT. Oh, really. Well, Im glad to hear youre so much on top
of things, Sandy.
SANDY. You know, why do you act as though something bad could never
happen to you.
GARRETT. Because, Sandy, Im young. Im not even responsible for my
own actions yet...which pretty much means misery is a long shot out
of nowhere.
SANDY. At least everyone has one bout of tragedy in their lives.
GARRETT. Oh, bravo, Sandy. Bravo.
Mila and Sydney turn around.
Sydney grabs Garretts neck.
GARRETT. Oh, ow!
SYDNEY. I said, dont be mean..
GARRETT. Mean? Whos mean? Do I honestly look like the bulldog type
to you?
Jazz walks by with the OJs
JAZZ. Garrett....[Places it down]
JAZZ. Sandy...[Places OJ down]
JAZZ. Hope you enjoy the new drinks...
SANDY. Hay, Jazzy.
JAZZ. Sandy...we missed you.
SANDY. Im so glad...but can I talk to you?
JAZZ. Right now?
SANDY. Yeah.
JAZZ. [Sighs. Throws down her rag] Sydney. Cover for me. Since
you always wanted a job here.
SYDNEY Thats not true.
JAZZ. Just shut up and watch the place.
INT.-PANTRY-DAY
Jazz closes the door
JAZZ. The golden moment has arrived.
SANDY. I dont understand why you have to go around telling every
person in the world I was drunk yesterday.
JAZZ. I dont know what youre talking about.
SANDY. You didnt start spreading a rumor just to teach me a lesson?
JAZZ. No!!
SANDY. Then why does the whole town want to hunt me down like a
vulture.
JAZZ. It wasnt me, Sandy. I swear.
SANDY. It probably was, for all I know.
JAZZ. [Grabs Sandys arm] What I did yesterday was it....no more...
no less.
SANDY. [Sits down] You dont know how it felt driving into town
with every single eye on me...and then walking into the soda shop.
JAZZ. Scouts honor, Sandy. I would tell you if I was up to it.
SANDY. [Looks at Jazz]
JAZZ. Scouts honor.
JAZZ. Look, come on, girl. Youre not gonna win the battle by
sticking here with me. If you hide yourself from the world youre
bound to end up like...Amanda or something.
A PAUSE
SANDY. Why do you care, Jazz?
JAZZ. Because I like to help people...not just serve them. So sue me.
SANDY. That cant be the only reason. I mean, because you are always
up my ass, whether its a big situation or a small one.
JAZZ. Well, who else is gonna do it?
SANDY. Lots of people.
JAZZ. Like who? Give me one person?
SANDY. [Worried] Well...daddy told me that if I ever needed anything
I could just...
JAZZ. What? Call him at his office?
SANDY. Excuse me? My parents do love me...and care about me. They
come to my birthday parties...we have Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner
together. That qualifies us as a unit.
JAZZ. Okay..thats fine. Meanwhile, you go and pull probably one of
the worst stunts youll ever pull in your life, and they thought you
were having some fun. A month ago....Glory picks up a joint...three
joints..in your bedroom that were a week old, before anyone else
suspected maybe you were smoking pot. I dont know, when my mother
caught me smoking pot...you know what she did?
SANDY. Your mother?
JAZZ. Take a wild guess....
SANDY. What?
JAZZ. She said....Oh great....the nightmare continues, and then she
closed the door and began to make supper.
SANDY. Your mom was like that?
JAZZ. What? You dont think it could actually happen to me?
JAZZ. Well, Ill tell you something. A little bit later I called my
friend and she told me that if her mom saw her do anything like what
you and I did, she would of made her stay in her room until she was
twenty-one. Then she was wondering why I was crying...I told her I
wish my mom could come up and ground me for a couple of years. But
she was too busy with her own problems. Like making dinner and arguing
with my father. So I guess maybe you can see how I care a little bit.
IN THAT ASPECT.
A PAUSE
SANDY. Did you ever have imaginary parents?
JAZZ. I had different parents every week. My favorites were George
and Karen from Webster.
SANDY. How about Mr. Drummond and Maggie from Diffrent Strokes?
JAZZ. I probably went through all the TV shows before you did.
SANDY. I cant believe that...I cant actually believe that I come
from a dysfunctional family.
JAZZ. Your family is not dysfunctional, Sandy. Theyre just too busy
to keep you under their wing, and they think youre like....there
already. Twenty-eight years old and ready to conquer the world...
like me...
JAZZ. The only reason why I yell at you all the time is because I
keep seeing myself in the looking glass. And I keep telling myself
to get a grip.
SANDY. [Laughs] Maybe were like the only two normal people in Swans.
Even though people think were weird.
JAZZ. If I keep putting a tight leash around you, Sandy...what can I
say? Its hard to let go of someone I really...dig.
SANDY. [Folds arms] I dig you too, Jazz.
JAZZ. [Orgasmically] Oh...hug me baby!
SANDY. [Shakes hand] I dont dig that deep.
JAZZ. Ah...the feelings mutual. I...better get back to work. You
know...those customers...
She opens and closes the door, but Sandy interrupts her
SANDY. Mike and Carol Brady?
JAZZ. Greg and Greg Brady.
INT.-SODA SHOP-DAY
Mark Chappel walks in with a tape.
Sandy exits the pantry and notices Mark
SANDY. Oh my God, Mark Chappel.
Mark walks in some more, but is cut off by Jessica
JESSICA. Hi...
MARK. Hi...
JESSICA. [Flutters eyebrows] I was just on my way to my car...
thinking that there werent a lot of people around.
MARK. Oh, really. I guess this place is up to its hips in business.
JESSICA. [Looks Mark up and down] Ill say.
Jessica passes him by.
MARK. Have you ever seen When Harry Met Sally?
JESSICA. No, but I just saw Threesome.
Jessica leaves.
SANDY. Hi, Mark.
MARK. Oh, hi Sandy.
SANDY. So...did you listen to my tape.
MARK. Oh, gosh. To tell you the truth Ive been so swamped with
tons of stuff I dont know where to start. But..to tell you the
truth..I did listen to your tape...and I liked it so much.
SANDY. [Laughs] So much...that...I should be expecting a phone call
from a major record company in a couple of days?
MARK. You know, its amazing too...because theres someone else in
this same little town that has just as much as a good voice as you do.
SANDY. Really? Who?
SYDNEY. Yes, Mark. All of us are just...dying to know.
MARK. Well...I was at the rehearsal for the Swans Crossing High
spring formal, and I just happened to stumble across Mila Rosnovsky
while she was singing....
SANDY. [Folds her arms]
FLASHBACK: JULY 1992
Sandy and Mila are arguing in Owens studio
SANDY. He cant use two of us in that video.
MILA. Oh no. Process of elimination.
SANDY. Youre going to have to choose one or the other, Owen. Which
ones it gonna be?
OWEN. Well, I dont know. You both are very good.
MILA. If you like, I could always rely on some more provocative
clothing to keep the presentation spice up.
SANDY. He doesnt need that kind of thing, Mila. What he needs is
a talented singer, like me.
MILA. Who said I wasnt talented?
SANDY. I never said you werent...one of us has more talent than the
other.
END OF FLASHBACK
MARK. Mila...after the dance, I want you to come to my studio and
record a single for me.
MILA. Id love to, Mr. Chappel.
Sandy just stands there, flabbergasted.
EXT.-SHACK-NIGHT
We see a flashlight beam out from the darkness. Footsteps follow, it
is Callie Walker protecting herself from the dark.
She bangs on the door and waits for an answer.
The door opens
Behind the door walks out a man with a dark beard...dressed raggedly
and appearing worn. The man is...
CALLIE. Barek..you look horrible.
BAREK. I thought I told you never to trek around here for the rest
of your life.
CALLIE. You have to help me take care of your baby...
BAREK. I dont have to help you do anything. Much less take care of
that pathetic little fetus. Now scram...before I have someone chase
you out.
CALLIE. You have grown to be...so cold...and so callous that not even
half a man could stand next to you and find anything of worth.
BAREK. Shut up!!
CALLIE. Its the truth, Barek. Look at yourself some day.
BAREK. I dont have to. I know who I am. And stop referring to that
as my baby.
CALLIE. But it is, Barek. Why dont you just admit it. Ten years
from now, this babys going to be asking me...who is my father...and
Im afraid Ill never be able to tell him.
BAREK. Im afraid thats a problem within your own jurisdiction, not
mine.
Callie raises her voice.
CALLIE. Its both our problems, Barek...your just as much a victim
as I am...so why dont you close the door and come back where you
belong. To your family.
Barek slams the door.
Leaving Callie to sob a bit, and walk back with her flashlight.
Then she cries some more.
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
MUSIC: ALL MY LOVE-LED ZEPPELIN
The camera focuses on cups being filled with punch, one by one.
Saja and Jimmy chat in a corner.
SAJA. Its six o clock...do you know where your date is?
JIMMY. Tell me about it...I should of asked Callie to go, but shed
rather go and see if Barek was up to coming home with her.
SAJA. For what purpose?
JIMMY. To take care of the baby.
SAJA. Baby...of course...the jewel of the night.
JIMMY. You are so weird, Bobby...has anyone ever told you that?
Youre just a nutcase.
SAJA. I keep telling you my names not Bobby.
JIMMY. Can I ask you the definitive question?
SAJA. Yes...
JIMMY. Where is Bobby?
SAJA. Hes missing in action. Okay.
JIMMY. [Puts hand in his head] I dont know, Bobby. Looks to me
like someone needs to lower the cooker.
SAJA. Pardon?
JIMMY. It looks to me as though you need to release the kinetic
energy in your brain cells.
Jimmy walks off.
SAJA. I resent that comment.
EXT.-AMANDAS HOUSE-NIGHT
Neil Atwater knocks on her door.
Mr. Hutton, Amandas overbearing father, answers.
HUTTON. Who are you?
NEIL. Im Neil Atwater.
HUTTON. Amanda cant come down tonight...not for anyone.
NEIL. No, wait a second, sir. You dont understand.
HUTTON. I dont have to understand anything. Im Amandas father,
and she cant come outside. And you shouldnt be here.
Hutton slams the door.
NEIL. [Examines his watch]
INT.-GARRETTS CHEVY-NIGHT
Garrett drives throwing caution to the wind.
SYDNEY. Tonight is going to be so cool...Im going to love every
minute of it.
GARRETT. Yeah, and wed better get there before the whole things over.
God. Why does school have to be such a ride..?
SYDNEY. And why is a high school in Swans Crossing so far away..
GARRETT. Music, baby...
MUSIC: HANG ONTO YOURSELF-DAVID BOWIE
AND THE MUSIC PLAYS THROUGHOUT THE SCENE
GARRETT. [Revs up accelerator] Hang onto yourself!!!!!
SYDNEY. Whoo!!!! The spiders from Mars!!!
GARRETT. Crap! Look whos coming.
In another, and older Camaro, comes JT Adams and his date Glory Booth
GARRETT. [Opens his window]
JT. [Opens his window]
GARRETT. Hey, JT...think you make it across the finish line!!!
JT. Faster than you can say Jack Robinson, ass wipe!!!!
GARRETT. [Revs up accelerator more] Lets just test that theory!!!
They race
EXT.-CARS DRAGRACING-NIGHT
INT.-JTS CAMARO-NIGHT
JT. Damn, were loosing Booth.
INT.-GARRETTS CAMARO-NIGHT
GARRETT. Who does he think hes kidding.
SYDNEY. Not my boy!
She kisses him.
GARRETT. Oh, wait a second. Third gear...baby...
INT.-JTS CAR-NIGHT
JT. Damn! He always wins at everything!
GLORY. You can do it, JT. Just put your mind to it, Buckyball.
JT. No way, Glory. Basic intelligence wont do the trick. Not
even for old iron-gut Adams.
Revs it up some more.
GARRETT. Now were almost there.
SYDNEY. Ill say!
Then a siren sounds.
JT. Sirens!
GLORY. But I dont see a police car.
Nope..its Clay Martinez in his black pick-up, playing with a false
siren.
CLAY. Okay, boys...come on, pull over. Stupid assholes.
MILA. [Laughs] Oh, my God.
JT. Theres no police car. I dont see any sirens.
CLAY. Come on boys, pull over.
GARRETT. Wheres the cop car?
And then a black pickup zooms in between the two cars.
JT. Jesus! Its Clay. Thats his truck.
CLAY. [Sticking face out window] Assholes!
JT. Kiss my ass!
GARRETT. Lick me!
JT. Perfect opportunity!
JT zooms his car forward again.
With Garrett following. Then gaining.
GARRETT. [To JT] OOH!! I LOVE MYSELF!
JT. ASSHOLE!!
GARRETT. ASSHOLE!!
GARRETT. Wait till we see what I have in store for him at the dance.
SYDNEY. What?
GARRETT. Shes a total Wham-Bam! [Quoting David Bowie]
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
MUSIC: RAINA-that dog.
Owen is on stage mixing.
OWEN. I dont know...Ive never heard anything like this, before.
KITANA. I dig it.
OWEN. Rich wanted me to play it.
KITANA. Where is he, anyways?
OWEN. As far as I know, hes ever-present.
KITANA. Hay. Youre gonna play my song, right?
OWEN. Which ones that.
KITANA. [Stomps on foot] My song.
OWEN. You had more than one.
KITANA. I put it...there.
She points to a sheet of paper in front of Owen.
OWEN. Voo-doo U.
KITANA. Its Lords of Acid. Its my favorite group.
OWEN. What would the principal think if I played a group with the
name acid in it.
KITANA. You would rock his world...along with mine.
OWEN. I dont know.
KITANA. [Kisses Owen]
OWEN. Okay.
MUSIC: TODAY-SMASHING PUMPKINS
We notice Vanessa walking out of the ladies room.
She walks by Jimmy.
Jimmy lets her through, extending his hand.
VANESSA. You didnt have to do that.
JIMMY. I aim to please. [Clears throat] Jimmy....
VANESSA. Vanessa.
They shake hands, until interrupted by another hand
GARRETT. Forget it...shes my agent.
VANESSA. Well, hello. Garrett.
GARRETT. Nice to meet you again, Vanessa.
GARRETT. Jimmy...theres some tasty punch in the corner. And you
might even be the lucky number seven.
JIMMY. What do you mean?
JT stands seventh in line to get his punch.
GARRETT. Why dont you stand in line and find out, my friend.
VANESSA. It was a pleasure...
GARRETT. [Puts hand on Vanessas mouth] Can it...we have work to do.
Jimmy..do you mind? This is private.
JIMMY. [Leaving] Sorry Im such a pest.
JIMMY. [Aside] Moron.
SYDNEY. Wow! You made Jimbo mad.
GARRETT. So, you always wanted to meet JT, right. Well, there he is.
Focus on JT, who is getting closer to the punch.
GARRETT. In about a split second, my boy Clays gonna fill up the
contents of the punch bowl with a bottle of his own personal liquor,
and JT will drink a cup of it...which is beyond fatal. Then hell be
yours...to play with.
SYDNEY. [Laughs] This is so crazy. Are you sure hes gonna be okay?
GARRETT. [Flicks his hand] Hell be fine by tomorrow morning. We
just want to get the mission accomplished so dad will be happy.
SYDNEY. And you of course.
GARRETT. Thats besides the point.
JT prepares to go for the punch, but someone gets in the way.
CLAY. Wait a second, baby!
JT. What?
CLAY. [Takes punch bowl] Think this one might be whipped. Ill be
back.
Clay runs with the punch bowl.
CLAY. Christ!!! Wheres the security around here???
INT.-DRESSING ROOM-NIGHT
Mila primps up for the presentation.
Owen enters with Kitana
OWEN. Youre gonna be on real soon.
MILA. Oh, God.
OWEN. Dont worry. You should be fine.
MILA. Do I have your ultimate seal of approval on that?
OWEN. [Looks into Milas eyes] Yes, you do.
KITANA. And mine.
Owen gets back to reality.
KITANA. From the bottom of my heart.
MILA. Great. Now I feel better.
She walks out
MILA. Owen...see how easy that was?
MUSIC: LEMON-U2
Clay comes back with the punch as JT waits
CLAY. Okay, baby. Drink up.
JT. Geez...thanks there, Clay.
JT has a sip and gives an ahhh
Garrett claps.
JT passes by Garrett
JT. What are you so ecstatic about, Garrett?
GARRETT. You not getting any.
JT. Your ass is hamburger when we drag tonight...man. My error was
on your sisters part.
GARRETT. Sure, JT. That is, if youre up to it.
Garrett laughs.
Then JT notices Vanessa.
The lyric She Wore Lemon plays over the voices.
INT.-AMANDAS ROOM-NIGHT
MUSIC: UNFORGETTABLE-NAT KING COLE
Amanda talks on the phone with another girl.
AMANDA. I know. I can just imagine you were held in suspense.
AMANDA. That must of been a traumatic experience. Today of all days.
AMANDA. Are you going to go to the dance with him?
Then we see a shot from behind Amanda.
AMANDA. Why not? Hes not that bad...from what I hear. And see.
AMANDA. No..Im just hanging around here right now...in my room...
oh wait...I got a call on the other line.
AMANDA. Hello...
RICH. Cristina!
AMANDA. Cut it out...Rich....
RICH. Cristina!
Amanda turns around and sees Rich.
Amanda is shot with a tranquilizer dart, picked up, and brought to
the window by a masked figure. The figure opens up the window doors
and takes her down.
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
MUSIC: ETERNAL FLAME-BANGLES
GLORY. Come on, JT...shouldnt we dance?
JT. [Looks at Glory] Us two?
GLORY. Yeah...[laughs] who did you think I was talking about?
JT. [Points] Those two over there....
GLORY. What?
JT. It can happen...
GLORY. JT....why are you talking so weird?
JT. I dont know...why am I talking so weird?
GLORY. [Turns JTs face] And your eyes...theyre wide.
JT. Are they really?
GLORY. Are you sure youre okay?
JT. I don know. Perhaps Im nervous.. [giggles] but I think Im
alright.
GLORY. [Folds arms] How do I make you nervous..
JT. Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.
JT gets up and goes to the bathroom.
Garrett dances with Sydney
GARRETT. The trap is set.
SYDNEY. Whatever Clay gave that boy was powerful. Do you see how
dilated...
Garrett puts his hand towards Sydneys mouth
GARRETT. Shh! We dont want anyone suspecting.
SYDNEY. Hmmm...do you think therell ever be some room for our
romance?
GARRETT. Tonight, baby. I promise.
SYDNEY. My mothers coming home tonight. She might ground me.
GARRETT. Dont worry. I got us a hotel room. Well come home, but
later...baby..
SYDNEY. I dont know, Garrett. My mother doesnt know that theres
a spring dance tonight..plus my brother flies in at midnight.
GARRETT. What? How could you not tell me about all that.
SYDNEY. Because I didnt realize that we were gonna go to bed.
GARRETT. What?!
SYDNEY. Plain and straight. I really didnt.
GARRETT. I could kill you. You said..we said ourselves that tonight
was gonna be so memorable.
SYDNEY. Right...so lets keep it that way.
GARRETT. [Sighs]
SYDNEY. We could always make love in the Camaro.
GARRETT. True love...I can just wait.
Nancy walks in and notices Jimmy sitting down.
NANCY. Oh my God...you actually showed up.
JIMMY. Yeah...and Im doubled over with merriment.
NANCY. Why? Are you not liking it.
JIMMY. Its just...predictable. Garrett and Sydney in full swing.
NANCY. Its okay. I can relate. Garrett and Sydney think they rule
the world, but all they do is hurt everyone in their path.
JIMMY. God...you must be pretty mad at her.
NANCY. I am mad.
JIMMY. I was just trying to say they have everything under
control...to an exact science.
NANCY. I know. You wouldnt hurt a fly, Jimmy. And I respect you
for that.
NANCY. Youre a good kid.
JIMMY. You wanna know something, Nancy...
NANCY. What?
JIMMY. You changed a lot this past week.
NANCY. [laughs] Thank you.
JIMMY. Are you sure it doesnt have to do with your hair?
NANCY. [Grabs her hair] Its too damn short.
JIMMY. Ah..it looks good. As a matter of fact, it looks great.
NANCY. Dont get all squirrelly on me, Garth.
JIMMY. [Laughs] What are you wearing?
NANCY. Obsession.
JIMMY. Thats good, too.
NANCY. I dont know, Jimmy. Youre only problem is that you think
switching chicks is easy, for some reason.
JIMMY. Oh..lets just call Jimmy a pimp, okay. Hes so sweet and
precious, but when it comes down to sexuality.
NANCY. Hay...some guys are just built like that. What can I say?
JIMMY. Hay listen...Im trying to work on that little problem. It
hasnt been easy...especially now that Callie wants me to help her out
with little Walker Woman, and Sandy wont talk to me.
NANCY. Is that why you havent been hearing from her lately.
JIMMY. For the most part.
NANCY. [Puts arm around Jimmys shoulder] Oh..you poor thing.
Takes arm off
NANCY. Shes so heartless. I keep telling you that.
JIMMY. [Puts finger to his mouth] And I keep telling you that shes
hurting.
NANCY. You need to forget about her...come on...lets dance.
MUSIC: YOUR EYES-POLICE
JIMMY. Youre not trying to frame me, are you?
NANCY. You think theres a possibility of that?
JIMMY. I dont know. With you...the possibilities could be endless.
Jimmy takes Nancys hands and escapes to the dance floor.
INT.-RICHS CAR-NIGHT
We focus on Rich pouring two glasses of champagne inside his Red
convertible. Amanda sits opposite Rich in the passenger seat, where
she comes to.
AMANDA. What is this?
RICH. Shhh! You dont want to disturb nature at a time like this.
AMANDA. I dont care. I was in my room. Where did you take me?
RICH. Not too far away.
AMANDA. Bring me home now!
RICH. I said quiet, Cristina. The night is still young.
AMANDA. You cant do this to me. My father is going to find us, and
you are going to get put away. Ow!
RICH. Dont try to move. Itll hurt more.
AMANDA. What did you do to me?
RICH. Hm..Hm...[Giggles] If only you could of seen yourself,
Cristina.
AMANDA. Who is Cristina?
RICH. Dont be silly...you are. Youre the only person who can
unlock the door to all my dreams, and bring about all my desires.
Without you....all links to my world would be lost.
AMANDA. Youre the only one whos lost.
RICH. [Sips his champagne] Drink up...
AMANDA. Go to hell, Rich.
RICH. [Grabs her throat] I said...drink it...or prepare to get hurt.
AMANDA. Let go of me...let go of me.
RICH. Are you going to drink?
AMANDA. Yes...yes I will.
Amanda drinks her champagne.
And Rich drinks his.
An evening of merriment.
RICH. God...that was a little sip. Here...let me teach you how to
drink.
AMANDA. What?
RICH. No, no. Just watch me.
AMANDA. [Sighs]
RICH. [Takes a big gulp] You see...with passion.
AMANDA. I hate champagne. And I always will.
RICH. Tonight. You love champagne. And you will drink as I instruct
you to.
AMANDA. [Drops bottle on ground] Unless I can prevent that.
She escapes from the car and tries to run
Rich stops her.
RICH. [Slaps her on the face] Cristina! You stupid bitch....I told
you no.
AMANDA. [Screams] Help!!! Help!!!
RICH. [Pins her down] Stay down there, Cristina.
He rips her dress and proceeds to do what Tommy Brentwood did ten
years ago.
RICH. I win!!! And all you are is a painted picture.
AMANDA. [Kicks Rich with her knee]
AMANDA. [Runs]
RICH. CRISTINA!
Rich jumps into his car and chases after her.
Amanda runs, but Rich catches up to her, and then......!!!
He knocks her down with his car
Then he drives down more
RICH. Cristina!
RICH. [Screams]
The car crashes into something.
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
Mila is singing Black Sheep Wall by the Innocence Mission
Neil walks in, upset.
SAJA. Troubles, Neil.
NEIL. More than you could imagine, buddy.
CLAY. [Pats Neil on back] Hey, Benson. Whats up, buddy.
NEIL. Shut up!
CLAY. Hey, you should check out your friend, JT.
NEIL. What are you talking about?
CLAY. Hes in the bushes with the priestess, man.
NEIL. Glory?
CLAY. No, Vanessa.
NEIL. Vanessa? Vanessa who?
SAJA. Oh boy! Lucifer is rampant.
NEIL. You can say that again!
Neil and Saja run out a side door.
INT.-BALLROOM-NIGHT
OWEN. Wheres your sister, anyways.
KITANA. I dont know her anymore...and I dont care.
The elevator door rings
And opens
INT.-TENTH FLOOR-NIGHT
The door opens
KITANA. This is our floor, Owen.
OWEN. Wow!
KITANA. [Opens door] And this is our private room.
She drags Owen into the room.
OWEN. Im glad you took me over here...but...I really have to get
back to the. dan..
KITANA. To the what? For Gods sakes, Owen. The dance can wait...we
have more adult things to take care of.
OWEN. Kitana....Im only fifteen years old.
KITANA. So am I, you fool. So...lets act like fifteen year olds.
OWEN. You mean....
KITANA. Ill show you.
Kitana takes off her blouse
KITANA. Now...you show me.
Owen stands in a trance, as if his fifteen years are passing before
him
EXT.-DANCE-NIGHT
Mitch gets out of his car with a friend
FRIEND. Damn, boy. Keep that under control.
MITCH. Just shut up, bitch!
FRIEND. Hay, man. You wanna step up..step up.
MITCH. Yeah, you best step back.
INT.-BUSHES-NIGHT
JT and Vanessa are making out.
VANESSA. Really nice, JT.
JT. [Laughs and giggles]
VANESSA. Really nice.
JT. You have an awesome body...ah...whats your name?
VANESSA. P.R.P.
JT. Whats that stand for....?
VANESSA. Puerto Rican Princess.
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
Glory walks up to her brother, who holds Sydneys hand
GLORY. Wheres JT?
GARRETT. I think hes still in the bathroom...isnt he, Syd?
SYDNEY. How would I know? I wasnt there recently.
GARRETT. Yeah...but I think Saja just made a little comment about
that.
SYDNEY. Oh yeah..right. I think hes really sick.
GLORY. But I was waiting around the bathroom for the past six
minutes, and everyone came out who was supposed to come out except JT.
SYDNEY. He might be really sick.
GARRETT. He could of also went home. Which is where he belongs.
GLORY. I dont buy that..he was just fine minutes ago...and I
checked his car...its still here.
GARRETT. Hes too sick to drive. He probably got a ride home.
GLORY. So what. Am I supposed to drive the coupe home, now?
GARRETT. I guess so, little sis. Youve driven my car.
GLORY. [Wipes eyes] Oh, my God. I dont believe it. Where is he?
GARRETT. Stay around with us, Glory.
GLORY. I have to go look for him.
And Glory takes off
GARRETT. Sunspots...shes onto the whole thing.
SYDNEY. Well, you are your own enemy. Why dont you stop her.
GARRETT. I cant. Shell start the screaming thing. I hate it when
she screams...its like a pig in heat.
SYDNEY. Well, shes going to figure out where he and Vanessa are in
a heartbeat, and JT is not exactly small enough to be concealed in
these bushes.
GARRETT. God!
Garrett runs
EXT-DANCE-NIGHT
Neil and Saja try to look for JT
NEIL. Oh my God...where is he?
SAJA. Apparently nowhere. Maybe if we use the special tracking
device.
NEIL. What?
SAJA. Hay, you know...maybe if the Countessa threw a toga party next
week...oh my God!
NEIL. What?
SAJA. I think there was some unidentified substance in that punch.
NEIL. You drank spiked punch?
SAJA. Yes...I believe I have been had by a lesser element.
NEIL. Well, go home. As quick as you can.
LISA. [Carrying a tray of cupcakes] Whats wrong?
NEIL & SAJA. Dont drink the punch.
Mitch walks towards the auditorium
MITCH. NANCY! Front and center!
VANESSA. Oh, my God!
Mitch turns around
JT. Shhhh!
VANESSA. Who is that?
MITCH. Vanessa? What are you doing here. I thought you were in
Miami Beach.
JT. Im sure everything will be alright until...
MITCH. [Angered] Who are you?
JT. What?
MITCH. I said...who the hell are you?
JT. [Goes up to Mitch] Im JT Adams.
MITCH. Youre from Swans, arent you?
JT. Thats right.
MITCH. [Punches JT in the nose]
JT falls to the ground
Mitch punches JT again
JT punches Mitch
A fight erupts.
Neil and Saja come closer to the scene of the fight
NEIL. Oh my God! Its Mitch!
Neil runs to the scene, and tries to knock down Mitch, but one of
Mitchs friends knock him down as they come to the scene.
MITCH. Thats my girlfriend, you asshole bitch!
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
Everybody claps as Mila walks down
MILA. Ive never been so honored in my life.
MILA. They want me to make an album. I hope you buy all the records.
Then we hear the fight
GARRETT. Oh, no.
Garrett runs outside
LISA. [To Sydney] Whats going on, Syd?
SYDNEY. Hope you put the cupcakes away.
EXT.-DANCE-NIGHT
The fight is in progress.
NEIL. Get off of him!
GARRETT. Hay! Hay!
Runs to the scene
MITCH. Dont even try it, man. Youll lose.
Garrett punches Mitch cold
GARRETT. Ive always hated your ass.
JT. [Bleeding] Oh, man!
GLORY. JT....
MITCH. You wanna mess with my girl. Youll have to answer to a
higher authority.
Clay runs out to the scene
CLAY. Hay, get off him, man.
FRIEND #2. [Throws rock at Clay]
CLAY. Oh! [Is slain by rock and falls]
Another one of Clays friends throws a rock that hits an auditorium
window.
INT.-DANCE-NIGHT
The rock comes in and scares the shit out of everyone, including Mila.
MILA. [Screams]
EXT.-DANCE-NIGHT
The fight is divided into two sides, 1.) Mitch and his friends....
2.) JT and the Swans
GARRETT. You dont touch my boy, okay.
MITCH. Dont tell me what to do.
GARRETT. Im saying...boy...you dont touch that bitch. Thats my
bitch.
GLORY. Oh my God...JT...how could you do that.
GLORY. With her.
VANESSA. Shut up!
MITCH. [Punches Garrett]
GLORY. [Screams]
Another big fight erupts.
The principal comes out, with Coach Johnson.
PRINCIPAL. Stop this!! Stop this right now!
The police cars come up. On go the sirens.
GLORY. Oh, my God!
GARRETT. [Pushes Mitch down on the floor]
GARRETT. Dont ever mess with any of my friends again.
MITCH. [From the floor] Youre lucky the police are here...big boy.
POLICEMAN. Okay, kid. Get up...I said get up!
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(c) 1998 Christopher Angelo
Feed the Tree-BELLY-STAR (c) 1993 Sire Records
Raina- performed by that dog. (c) 1994 Geffen Records
Hang Onto Yourself-performed by David Bowie-ZIGGY STARDUST-(c) 1972 Ryko
Lemon-performed by U2-ZOOROPA- (c)1993 Polygram
In Episode #3, find out what happens when...
1.) JT goes to jail
2.) Amanda is missing.
3.) Owen loses
(a) Virginity
(b) Kitana
(c) or Dina
4.) Mila cuts a record
5.) Sandy needs Jazzs help again
...Confused? E-mail me at Tytell@aol.com
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