\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\t\t(singing)\n\t'Layin' ladies!\t\t \n\tDrinkin' wine!\t\t\n\tYou gotta dollar --\n\tYou're a friend of mine! \n\tGettin' loose!\t\t\n\tFeelin' fine!\t\t\t\n\tYou and me -- It's get down time!\n\tWe're on the Highway to Hell! \n\tThe Highway to Hell!'\n\nSpicoli finishes up with a spectular pump. The\naudience goes wild as Merv Griffin greets him\nwarmly, and guides Spicoli to his seat. Spicoli\nmotions for the cheers to die down. Griffin is\nobviously happy to see him. He touches Spicoli's\narm lightly.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN \n\tHow've you been?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tOutrageous, Merv. Nice to be here.\n\tI feel great.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN \n\tI was going to say... your eyes\n\tlook a little red.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI've been swimming, Merv.\n\nThe audience howls. It's a famous Spicoli line.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tSeriously, Merv, everything is\n\tgreat.\n\tI was thinking about picking up\n\tsome hash this weekend, maybe going\n\tup to the mountains.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN \n\t\t(concerned)\n\tI wanted to talk a little bit about\n\tschool, if I could...\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tSchool.\n\t\t(sighs)\n\tSchool is no problem. All you have\n\tto do is go to get the grades. And\n\tif you know something, all you have\n\tto do is go about half the time.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN \n\tHow often do you go?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI don't go at all.\n\nThe audience is howling again. He is Merv's\nfavorite guest.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN \n\tI hear you brought a film clip with\n\tyou. Do you want to set it up for\n\tus?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tWell, it pretty much speaks for\n\titself. Peter, you want to run with\n\tit?\n\nEXT. A MASSIVE WAVE - DAY\n\nThe film clip begins. It is a mammoth wave cresting\nagainst the blue sky.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (V.O.) \n\tMerv, this is the action down at\n\tSunset Cliffs at about six in the\n\tmorning.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN (V.O.) \n\tFascinating.\n\nA tiny figure appears at the foot of the wave.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN (CONT'D)\n\tWho's that?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tThat's me, Merv.\n\nThe audience gasps.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN (V.O.) \n\tAre you going to ride that wave?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tTotally.\n\nWe watch as Spicoli catches the perfect wave, and\nit hurtles him through a turquoise tube of water.\n\n\t\t\tGRIFFIN\n\tWhat's going through your mind\n\tright here, Jeff? The danger of it\n\tall?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tMerv, I'm thinking... I've only got\n\tabout four good hours of surfing\n\tleft before these little clowns\n\tfrom junior high start showing up\n\twith their boogie boards.\n\nThe audience is howling once again... when suddenly\nwe hear the loud noise of a door opening, followed\nby a shrill voice. It is Spicoli's eight-year-old\nbrother, Curtis.\n\nJeff Spicoli's dream of glory evaporates.\n\nINT. SPICOLI'S TRAILER HOME - MORNING\n\nIt is a messy trailer, part of a trailer park by\nthe sea. Spicoli's area is small, but he has made\nit his own. The walls are covered with posters,\nalmost all of them naked centerfolds. It is obvious\nSpicoli's parents are not welcome in his room.\n\n\t\t\tCURTIS\n\tDad says you have to get up!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tUgh.\n\nHe groans, starts to struggle out of bed.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tLeave me alone!\n\n\t\t\tCURTIS\n\tDad says you're late again, you\n\tbutthole!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tLeave me alone.\n\n\t\t\tCURTIS\n\tDad says!\n\nSpicoli reaches over to the floor next to his bed.\nHe pulls a snorkel from the mess, heaves it at the\ndoor and his little brother. It bounces off the\nwall and doesn't even hit Curtis, but the kid\nstarts crying anyway.\n\n\t\t\tCURTIS (CONT'D)\n\tDaaaaaaaad! Jeff threw a snorkel at\n\tme!!!!!!\n\nSpicoli gets out of bed, groans again, and kicks\nthe door shut.\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM\n\ncelebrating the big game with rival Lincoln High\nSchool. We see Jeff Spicoli stumble from the\ndirection of the parking lot. He heads into the\ngym, which is already full for a mandatory\nassembly.\n\nINT. GYMNASIUM - DOORWAY - DAY\n\nSpicoli wanders into the assembly, takes a seat on\na corner bleacher. He sits just below Brad Hamilton\nand Lisa.\n\nOn podium in front of assembly, Cindy Carr and\nanother cheerleader, Dina Phillips, are making a\npresentation before the school.\n\n\t\t\tCINDY \n\tI just want to say that we are not\n\t'Spirit Bunnies' anymore. We always\n\thated that name. It bugged the heck\n\tout of Dina and me...\n\n\t\t\tDINA \n\tIt's just such a put down.\n\n\t\t\tCINDY \n\tThey don't call the Chess Club\n\t'Checker Champs' or anything like\n\tthat. We're going to go to\n\teverything this year, you guys.\n\tWe're going to go to soccer,\n\twrestling, basketball...\n\teverything. We know you've got a\n\tlot of spirit! Everybody --\n\triiiiiight? And we're gonna destroy\n\tLincoln next week? Riiiiiiight?\n\nANGLE ON THE STUDENTS OF RIDGEMONT\n\nThey don't respond.\n\nANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI\n\nwho is asleep in the bleachers.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD AND LISA\n\nsitting nearby. We hear them over the drone of the\nassembly.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tMan, I don't even want to see those\n\tguys from Carl's again.\n\n\t\t\tLISA\n\tIf you'd apologize I think Dennis\n\twould take you back.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tApologize to that wimp? No way.\n\tFuck Dennis Taylor. \n\nThey sit in silence for a moment.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD (CONT'D)\n\tI'm just glad we're still together,\n\tLisa, because I need you this year.\n\n\t\t\tLISA \n\t\t(sighs)\n\tLook, Brad, I've been trying to\n\tthink of a way to tell you this.\n\tWe're almost out of high school,\n\tthis is our last year. I think we\n\towe it to ourselves to be free, and\n\tmeet some new people. Then, if we\n\tget back together, we'll know it's\n\tthe right thing.\n\nTIGHT ANGLE ON BRAD'S FACE\n\nas he accepts the news.\n\n\t\t\tLISA (O.S.) (CONT'D)\n\tBut I still want to be friends.\n\nTIGHT ANGLE ON BRAD'S FACE\n\nas it falls slack.\n\nINT. GYM - PODIUM IN FRONT OF ASSEMBLY\n\n\t\t\tCINDY \n\tWe're going to be going to every\n\tgame this year. We just want the\n\tcrowd to participate and we want\n\tspirit from every little person in\n\tthis entire school. Allll-Riiiight?\n\nThere is unenthusiastic, minor applause from the\nassembled students of Ridgemont High. Vice\nPrincipal Ray Connors, a tough-looking man with an\nH.R. Haldeman crew cut, approaches the podium. He\nhas a sour look on his face.\n\n\t\t\tCONNORS \n\tWell, thank you, girls. People,\n\tdon't forget, the big game is one\n\tweek away. We'll see everybody back\n\there on Monday and have a good\n\tweekend.\n\nFor the first time during this assembly, there is a\nloud and hearty applause.\n\nA GRAINY HIGH SCHOOL FILM 57\n\nWe are suddenly watching a movie shown on a class\nprojection screen. We see footage of a serene,\nmiddle-class neighborhood -- as seen through the\nglass windshield of a car. Judging from the other\nvehicles parked on the street, the film is from the\nearly Sixties. We hear the narrative voice of Desi\nArnaz, speaking in his inimitable Latin accent.\n\n\t\t\tARNAZ \n\tDriving ess an important part of\n\teach and every one of our da-ily\n\tlives. Ees a responsibility like no\n\to-ther and ess a matter of life\n\tand...\n\nA ball comes rolling out into the serene street. A\nsmall child runs out after it. The driving of our\nvehicle brakes, but not in time. The film freeze\nframes on the terrified face of a child about to be\nsplattered.\n\n\t\t\tARNAZ (CONT'D)\n\tDeath.\n\nThere is a swell of dramatic music.\n\n\t\t\tARNAZ (CONT'D)\n\tThey have foun'... The Braking\n\tPoint.\n\nThe words flash on the screen and we hear a high\nschool Driver's Training class groan in mock\nhorror.\n\nINT. DRIVER TRAINING CLASS - DAY \n\nANGLE ON CHARLES JEFFERSON AND BRAD HAMILTON\n\nwho are seated in this class.\n\nANGLE ON LINDA AND STACY\n\nsitting together in the class. They are oblivious,\nlost in conversation.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhat do you think of that guy who\n\tworks at the theatre? You know,\n\tMark Ratner.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tOh, come on. What is he? Fifteen?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tSixteen.\n\nLinda looks nauseous.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tJust watch out if he pulls up in a\n\tvan, and then puts on a Led\n\tZeppelin tape.\n\nINT. DRIVER TRAINING CLASS\n\nThe film returns to another serene street scene as\nseen through another front windshield.\n\n\t\t\tARNAZ \n\tThe driver here has had jus' two\n\tdrinks. Two drinks at the home of a\n\tfrien'.\n\nWe hear the very-present sounds of Driver's\nTraining students.\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENT #1 \n\tHe's fucked-up, Ricky!\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENT #2 \n\tThey guys a drunk, Ricky!\n\n\t\t\tARNAZ\n\tAnd although this driver thinks he\n\tees drivin' well, he may be 'doing\n\tokay, but he forgets to per-ceive\n\twhat ees real goin' on...\n\nIn the film, another car comes barreling from the\nleft, running a stop sign and exploding into the\nside of the two-drink goner. In the class, the\nDriver's Training students are howling.\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT MALL - EARLY EVENING\n\nThe parking lot is full. Kids and shoppers stream\nthrough the entrance in groups of all sizes.\n\nINT. RIDGEMONT MALL\n\nAll three levels are teeming with kids.\n\nANGLE ON THE VIDEO PINBALL ARCADE\n\nwhere we see Jeff Spicoli manning the Missile\nCommand machine. Spicoli wears a red bandana across\nhis forehead. A cigarette dangles from his mouth.\nHe is surrounded by a fleet of young surfers who\nlisten to him with reverence.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tBe noble. Be aggressive. The thing\n\tabout Missile Command is to\n\tdecimate before you can be\n\tdecimated. Just like in real life. \n\nThe youngsters hang on every word of the sage\nadvice.\n\nANGLE ON A GANG OF SURF NAZIS\n\nwalking in formation.\n\nANGLE ON MIKE DAMONE AND MARK RATNER\n\nwalking the mall.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tCheck it out, Rat. The Surf\n\tNazis... out for a Sunday stroll.\n\nDamone and The Rat walk on. The Rat is barely\ninterested. He appears deep in thought.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWhat do I say after she gets in the\n\tcar?\n\nDamone, obviously in his element here at the mall,\nstops to flash a winning smile at a well-built\nolder housewife.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tNo problem, Rat. What you need is\n\tmy special Five Point Plan.\n\nAs he talks, Damone passes a Country Farms shop. He\nplucks a free sample of cheese and sausage.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tKnock it off, Damone. I need real\n\thelp.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tWhat do you mean? Men have died\n\ttrying to obtain this information.\n\tI will give it to you for free.\n\nThe Rat and Damone continue on.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tOkay. Tell me. What's the Five\n\tPoint Plan?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tAll right. Pay attention.\n\nThe Rat nods, always the student, as they pass a\nWherehouse Record store. Damone stops right in\nfront of a seductively posed life-sized cardboard\nstand-up of Debbie Harry, the alluring rock singer.\n\nDamone begins his speech.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tFirst of all, Rat... never let on\n\thow much you like a girl.\n\nDamone turns to the cardboard cutout of Debbie\nHarry to demonstrate.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\t\t(disinterested)\n\tOh. Hi.\n\t\t(turns back to The Rat) )\n\tTwo. Always call the shots.\n\nHe turns to Debbie Harry, who looks on with an\ninviting cardboard smile.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tKiss me.\n\t\t(to The Rat)\n\tThree. Act like wherever you are,\n\tthat's the place to be.\n\t\t(to Debbie Harry;\n\t\tdebonair) )\n\tIsn't this great?\n\t\t(to The Rat)\n\tFour. When ordering food, find out\n\twhat she wants and then order for\n\tboth of you... it's a classy move.\n\t\t(to Debbie Harry; Cary\n\t\tGrant)\n\tAnd the lady will have...\n\t\t(to The Rat)\n\tFive. And this is most important.\n\tWhen you get down to making out,\n\twhenever possible, put on the first\n\tside of Led Zeppelin IV.\n\t\t(to Debbie Harry;\n\t\tseductive)\n\tWhy don't you put this tape on? It\n\tsounds great in the back of my\n\tvan... why don't we listen from\n\tthere?\n\nANGLE ON DEBBIE HARRY\n\nwith the same inviting smile.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tAnd that is how you talk to a girl,\n\tRat. Voila. You can't miss.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tI think I've got it. Once I get\n\tgoing, I'll be okay. But... how do\n\tI get started? I mean, I hardly\n\tknow her.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tYou wuss. It's no problem. One\n\tperson says something to the other\n\tand that's how it starts...\n\nStanding there in the front of the Wherehouse, The\nRat nods his head and smiles. He's finally\nbeginning to understand, and we...\n\n\t\t\t\t\t CUT TO:\n\nEXT. THE RAT'S CAR - LATER THAT NIGHT\n\nWe see The Rat behind the wheel of a green Volvo.\nStacy sits beside him. They are driving the streets\nof Ridgemont.\n\nINT. THE RAT'S CAR\n\nThis is it. The Big Date. \"Led Zeppelin IV\" is on\nthe car stereo of his sister's van.\n\nFinally...\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tThanks for coming to get me.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tSure thing.\n\nSilence.\n\nEXT. THE RAT'S CAR\n\nHe rounds the corner of Luna Street, off the neon\nfast-food stand that is Ridgemont Drive.\n\nINT. THE RAT'S CAR\n\nYet another silence has fallen. Then, after a\ntime...\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tThis is a nice car.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tYeah. It's my sister's.\n\nSilence.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDo you have Mrs. George for\n\tEnglish?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tYeah. She is pretty good.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tYeah. She is pretty good.\n\nEXT. ATLANTIS RESTAURANT - NIGHT\n\nThey pull into the parking lot of a steak and\nlobster house called The Atlantis.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tJoey at Cinema Four said this is a\n\tpretty good restaurant.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI've heard that, too.\n\nThe Rat finds a parking spot near the back of the\nlot, grateful that the long silence is over. He\nwalks with Stacy to the front of The Atlantis.\n\nINT. THE ATLANTIS - NIGHT\n\nThe Rat and Stacy are escorted by the host to a\nnearby table. They are given large wooden menus.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tDo you know what you want?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI think I'll have the Seafood Salad\n\tSpecial.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tExcellent.\n\nThe Rat leans back in the booth. He is starting to\nfeel in control now. Then something hits him. The\npanic sweeps across his face.\n\nSlowly, The Rat reaches back to check his wallet.\nIt's gone.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tAre you all right?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\t\t(weakly)\n\tOh yeah.\n\nCool. Cool was the name of the game. Stay cool.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT (CONT'D)\n\tDo you mind if I excuse myself for\n\ta moment?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tNot at all.\n\nJust as The Rat is about to get up, the Waitress\napproaches the table.\n\n\t\t\tWAITRESS \n\tAre you ready to order here?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWell... sure. \n\t\t(settles back down)\n\tShe will have the Seafood Salad\n\tSpecial. And I will have... the\n\tsame.\n\n\t\t\tWAITRESS \n\tAnything to drink?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tTwo Cokes.\n\n\t\t\tWAITRESS \n\tOkay. Thanks.\n\nThe Rat gets back up again, looking paler by the\nminute. He excuses himself and walks over to the\npay phone by the Atlantis toilets.\n\nThe Rat dials a number. Damone answers.\n\nINT. DAMONE'S ROOM - NIGHT\n\nHe is sitting in a chair, leaning onto the back two\nlegs, watching television.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tYo.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT (V.O.) \n\tDamone. It's Mark.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tMark. What happened to your date?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tIt's happening right now. I'm here\n\tat the Atlantis. Everything's fine\n\texcept... I left my wallet at home.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tDid you go home and get it?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tNo. It's too late. The food is\n\tcoming and everything. Damone, I've\n\tgot to ask you this favor, and I'll\n\tnever ask you for anything again in\n\tthis lifetime or any other. Will\n\tyou please borrow your mom's car,\n\tgo by my house, get my wallet, and\n\tmeet me back here?\n\nThere is silence.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT (CONT'D)\n\tDamone, are you there?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\t\t(world-weary sigh)\n\tI'm really pretty busy...\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE'S TELEVISION\n\nas we see the flickering images of Leave It To\nBeaver.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tYou owe me for this one.\n\nINT. ATLANTIS\n\nThe Rat hangs up, mildly relieved, and returns to\nthe table.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nINT. STACY AND THE RAT'S TABLE - AN HOUR LATER\n\nThe Rat and Stacy have finished the meal, and\ndesert.\n\nANGLE ON THE CHECK\n\nas it sits in a little tray before The Rat.\n\nThe Waitress approaches the table. It is clear she\nwants to make room for other customers and bigger\ntips.\n\n\t\t\tWAITRESS \n\tAre you sure there's nothing else I\n\tcan bring you?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tI'll have one more Coke... Do you\n\twant another Coke, Stacy?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\t\t(quizzical) )\n\tSure. I'll... have another Coke.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tTwo more Cokes.\n\n\t\t\tWAITRESS \n\t\t(sarcastic)\n\tTwo... more... Cokes.\n\nANGLE ON FRONT DOOR\n\nas Mike Damone finally walks in. Damone looks over\nthe diners, then feigns great surprise when he sees\nThe Rat.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHey, Mark. Is that you?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tDamone! You come here?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tI come for the seafood. It's great!\n\tHey... you know what, Mark? I found\n\tyour wallet the other day. You want\n\tit back?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWow. I've been looking for that\n\tthing! Hey, Damone, have you met\n\tStacy Hamilton? Stacy, this is Mike\n\tDamone.\n\nStacy smiles politely, with the slightest sparkle\nin her eye, as the Waitress returns with the two\nCokes.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tWell, I've gotta be running.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tOkay. See ya.\n\nANGLE ON STACY\n\nlooking strangely at the proceedings.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tNice to meet you, Stacy.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tNice to meet you.\n\nDamone leaves. The Rat takes a few quick gulps of\nCoke, and gets up to pay the bill. As he moves out\nof camera range, we see the strange look on the\nfaces of waitresses and diners.\n\nINT. THE RAT'S CAR - LATE EVENING\n\nThe Rat pulls up to Stacy's house in the cul-de\nsac. He stares straight ahead, like a zombie.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tI had a really nice time tonight.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tMe, too. I'm real sorry someone\n\tbroke in and stole your tape deck.\n\nThe Rat nods glumly.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tI never thought it would happen at\n\tThe Atlantis. Jeez.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDo you want to come inside?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tAren't your parents asleep?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tNo, they're away for the weekend.\n\tBrad and I are watching the house.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tOkay. Sure. I'll come in.\n\nWe see a confused but interested look on The Rat's\nface.\n\nINT. THE HAMILTON HOUSE - EVENING\n\nThey walk in the front door. The Rat stands\nuncomfortably in the doorway to the living room.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tWhere's your brother?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI don't know. Probably out. Want\n\tsomething to drink?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tNo. That's okay.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tWell, I'm going to change real\n\tquick. I hope you don't mind.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tNaw. I don't mind.\n\nStacy turns her back and pulls up her hair.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tWill you unzip me?\n\nANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE\n\nas the wheels inside his mind start to spin. This\ncan't be what it seems. He unzips Stacy, past her\nbra, down to the small of her back. It's the first\ntime he's ever done anything like that.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY (CONT'D)\n\tThanks!\n\nShe walks down the hall to her room, easing out of\nher dress as she walks. She leaves the door to her\nroom open.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY (CONT'D)\n\tYou can come in, if you want!\n\nANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE\n\nHe is completely unsure of himself, as he begins to\nwalk down the hall. His heart pounds into his\nthroat. He turns the corner and steps into Stacy's\nroom.\n\nINT. STACY'S ROOM - NIGHT\n\nStacy stands there, looking gorgeous in an almost\nseethrough white robe. The Rat pretends not to\nnotice.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tSo... pretty nice house you've got\n\there.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tThanks. So... \n\t\t(puts hands on hips)\n\tWhat do you want to do?\n\nANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE\n\nas he struggles with the memory of Damone's words.\n\"Always call the shots.\"\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tI don't know.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tDo you want to see some pictures? I\n\tkept a lot of scrapbooks and\n\tpictures and stuff from junior\n\thigh. How stupid, right?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tSure.\n\nStacy goes to her closet, reaches up to grab the\nbooks from the top shelf. The Rat watches her robe\nslip up her legs. Then she sits down next to him.\nHer knee grazes his. It is almost too much for The\nRat. Go for it. We see The Rat struggle with the\naction of putting his arm around her. He almost\ndoes, but then reacts as she says suddenly...\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tThis is me in the eighth grade. Did\n\tyou have Mr. Deegan?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\t\t(looking pained)\n\tOh, yeah. I had Mr. Deegan.\n\nHer knee grazes him again. Does she expect\nsomething?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT (CONT'D)\n\tLook, Stacy, I want you to know\n\tthat...\n\nThe Rat struggles. Try as he might, he can't seem\nto cross the line. He can't make his move. He is\nwoeful as he completes the sentence.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT (CONT'D)\n\t... I've got to go home.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDo you really have to go?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tWell... it's getting kind of late.\n\nSuddenly, The Rat is seized with ambition. He\nreaches one hand around her right shoulder and\nplants the other hand directly on her left breast.\nIt looks something like a wrestling hold. The Rat\nlooks at Stacy. Stacy looks back at The Rat. The\nRat is absolutely frozen.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI guess it is getting late, Mark.\n\nShe shrugs him off, walks him to the door.\n\nEXT. THE HAMILTON HOME - NIGHT\n\nWe see The Rat's forlorn face as he trudges towards\nhis car. He stops. He takes a breath -- it wasn't\nthat late, he really didn't want to leave. The Rat\nturns and begins walking back up the Hamilton\nsteps. Just as he does so, Stacy's bedroom light\nclicks off. It was too late. He kicks at his car.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tYou blew it, asshole.\n\nBehind him, recklessly speeding towards Ridgemont\nDrive, is Charles Jefferson's blue Mustang.\n\nEXT./INT. THE BLUE MUSTANG - NIGHT\n\nJeff Spicoli is behind the wheel. Sitting next to\nhim is Little Charles, \"L.C.\", Jefferson's younger\nbrother. They're smoking grass and holding\nLowenbrau beers in between their legs. The radio is\nblasting the music of Rick James.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tHey, slow down. This is my\n\tbrother's car.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tI thought he was out of town.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tHe is.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tThen don't hassle it.\n\nThey speed off down Ridgemont.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tSeen the new Playboy?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tNaw. Any good?\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tSuzanne Somers' tits.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tAll right.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tI like sex.\n\nSpicoli sees something in the rearview mirror.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tHold your beer down, L.C., I think\n\tit's a cop.\n\nSpicoli slows down. The car behind him slows down.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tThis is a cop. He's definitely\n\tcruising me at busting distance.\n\nThe high beams switch on behind Spicoli.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tWhat the fuck is this guy doing?\n\nThe car behind Spicoli then advances to the point\nwhere it is now almost touching the blue Mustang.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tWhat the fuck is this guy doing?\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tThis ain't no cop.\n\nThe mystery car bumps them lightly from behind.\n\n\t\t\tL.C. (CONT'D)\n\tHey! He's gonna scratch my\n\tbrother's car!\n\nThe two boys start yelling. High beams fill the\nMustang with bright light and...\n\nEXT./INT. MUSTANG AND GRANADA\n\nThen mystery car pulls back, then up alongside\nSpicoli and L.C. on the left. We hear the music on\nthe radio of George Thoroughgood's \"Ride On,\nJosephine\".\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tIt's a bunch of Jocks in a Granada!\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tThey're fuckin' with us.\n\nThe drivers of the two cars eye each others. Then\nthe Granada begins inching over, trying to force\nSpicoli off the road.\n\n\t\t\tL.C. (CONT'D)\n\tMy brother's car!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tAll right. Die, Granada Jocks!\n\nSpicoli guns ahead, in a real bullet move, and\neasily overtakes the Granada. Spicoli is proud of\nhimself. He checks himself out in the rearview and\nturns to L.C.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tWould you roll your window up,\n\tL.C.? It's messing my hair.\n\nSpicoli pulls way ahead of the Granada, while L.C.\nrolls his window up. Spicoli looks over to L.C. and\nsmiles wickedly.\n\nNow Spicoli wants to show off. He pushes the pedal\nto the floor.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tWe just missed the turnoff to the\n\tparty.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tYou know the thing I love about\n\tMustangs? The steering wheel.\n\nSpicoli fingers the bubbles in the wheel.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tWith a genuine Mustang steering\n\twheel, you can negotiate a hairpin\n\tturn with ease, my man.\n\nEXT./INT. MUSTANG\n\non the word \"ease\", Spicoli curls his finger into\none of the Mustang steering wheel bubbles and whips\nit clockwise. The idea is to turn off onto a side\nstreet and head back to the party. But instead, at\nthe moment of the hairpin turn, L.C. is attempting\nto switch the radio station. Spicoli crooks his\nfinger farther into the bubble than he expected.\nThe car swings in a complete circle, a circle that\nincludes a bright yellow fire hydrant. The hydrant\nrips the side of the car open like a can of tuna.\nThere is a silent moment of terror.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tAre you okay?\n\nThere is silence. Outside the smashed car, the\nGranada Jocks pass Spicoli and L.C.\n\n\t\t\tGRANADA JOCKS \n\tFuck youuuuuuuuuu!\n\nThen L.C. stirs and utters his first words.\n\n\t\t\tL.C. \n\tMy brother is going to kill us.\n\tHe's gonna kill you and then he's\n\tgonna kill me. He's gonna kill us.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tJust be glad you're all right.\n\n\t\t\tL.C. \n\tMy brother is gonna shit.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tMake up your mind. Is he gonna\n\tshit, or is he gonna kill us? \n\n\t\t\tL.C. \n\tFirst he's gonna shit. And then\n\the's gonna kill us..\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tWill you just relax, mon? He's not\n\tgonna kill us. My father is a\n\ttelevision repairman. He's got all\n\tkinds of tools. I can fix-this car.\n\n\t\t\tL.C. \n\tYou can't fix this car, Spicoli.\n\nANGLE ON THE BLUE MUSTANG\n\nwaffled and mangled. It is just inches away from\nscrap iron.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI can fix it.\n\nMONTAGE OF SHOTS\n\nas we see Ridgemont High gearing up for its big\nHomecoming Game against Lincoln. We see a series of\nshots of kids talking about it, wagering on the\nchances of a Ridgemont victory. We see the many\nsigns and placards all over school, proclaiming\nRidgemont revenge. We see students lining up to\nvote for Homecoming King and Queen in the\ngymnasium. It is the most spirit that Ridgemont has\nshown this year.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT SCHOOL - FLAGPOLE - DAY\n\nFrom the back of the parking lot, we see a crowd\naround the flagpole. A group of kids are staring at\nsomething. They sadly shake their heads at the\nsight, as if they are witnessing a funeral.\n\nAs we draw closer, we see the center of commotion.\nIt is an ugly sight. Someone had wrecked Charles\nJefferson's Blue Scholarship Mustang and welded it\nto the flagpole. Spray-painted on the side was the\nmessage: LINCOLN SURF PUNKS RULE.\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT\n\nThe Ridgemont football bleachers are full of\ncheering students. We see the same basic groups\nfrom lunch court, and many more.\n\nThe cheerleaders are on the field -- Cindy Carr,\nDina Phillips and company -- and their cheerleader\n\"husbands\" sit directly in front of them in the\nstands. Linda and Stacy sit in the bleachers with\nsome of the Swenson's girls. The Rat and Damone sit\nseveral rows above them, watching. The teachers sit\ntogether in another section.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON\n\nwho is again sitting alone in the bleachers.\nWatching. Several old lunch court friends pass by,\non their way to the concession area.\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENT #1\n\tHey, Brad! How's going?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tAll right.\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENT #2\n\tWhere you working?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tFish and chips place.\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENT #1\n\tWhich one?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tJust a fish and chips place.\n\nBrad says nothing more. The students look at each\nother.\n\n\t\t\tSTUDENTS \n\tWe'll be seeing you, Brad!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\t\t(sullen)\n\tLater.\n\nEXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - THE GAME - NIGHT\n\nEveryone is cheering the amazing game on the field.\nCharles Jefferson is poised on the offensive line.\nHe mutters a string of obscenities at the opposing\nLincoln player. The ball is snapped, and Charles\nJefferson comes directly at the player with both\nelbows up and angled to hit inside his helmet. The\nLincoln player is hit and keels over.\n\nCharles Jefferson sets up for another play. The\nball is snapped. Ka-boom. Down falls another\nLincoln player. Jefferson doesn't know who it was\nwho wrecked his Mustang, but he wasn't about to\nspare any of them. There is pure madness in his\neyes. It has taken him over.\n\nThe Ridgemont points rack up. Jefferson is single\nhandedly maiming Lincoln for Homecoming.\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT\n\nWe see Jeff Spicoli and L.C. sitting calmly in the\nbleachers, watching.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI think we may have gotten away\n\tclean.\n\nEXT. FIELD AND SCOREBOARD\n\nThe half-time gun fires and the score is 36-7...\nRidgemont. Even the Ridgemont players steer clear\nof Charles Jefferson as they return to their locker\nroom.\n\nEXT. THE HAMILTON POOL - HOT AFTERNOON - SEVERAL\nWEEKS LATER\n\nLinda and Stacy are sitting by the pool, dressed in\nstring tie bathing suits. They are listening to the\nmusic of Tom Petty's \"Breakdown\" playing on the\nliving room stereo. Linda luxuriously applies\nsuntan lotion to her chest and legs, in long and\nwrithing strokes. Stacy reads a book. It's called\nTotal Orgasm. Several beats pass.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tI sent a letter to Doug today. I'll\n\tbe so glad when he gets out here.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\t\t(engrossed in book)\n\tYou really ought to look at this,\n\tLinda. There's a drawing on every\n\tpage... and all these quizzes. It's\n\tlike school.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tWhy don't you put your mother's\n\tsecret book back?\n\nLinda continues regally applying lotion.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tListen to this... 'What are your\n\tmate's three most erogenous zones?'\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\t\t(automatic)\n\tOkay, penis, that's one, balls...\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWouldn't penis and balls be the\n\tsame category?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tYou're right. Probably penis, mouth\n\tand neck.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tAll right! Here's another one. 'The\n\tmost satisfactory lovemaking occurs\n\twhen your mate climaxes first, you\n\tclimax first, you and your mate\n\tclimax together?'\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tClimax together.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tDoes that ever happen?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tNo. But it's a nice idea.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tListen to this ... it says 'Most\n\twomen derive pleasure from sex, but\n\tthey don't have real orgasms.'\n\nLinda stops applying lotion, considers that\nthought.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tWell... they obviously don't know\n\tabout Doug.\n\nThey laugh. Linda resumes applying the lotion.\nStacy continues reading the book. A couple of beats\npass.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHow long does Doug take?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tI don't know. Thirty to forty\n\tminutes.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\t\t(pause)\n\tWhat's Doug do in Chicago?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tHe works for the airline. He'll be\n\tout here. You'll meet him.\n\nStacy looks at Linda, almost disbelieving.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (CONT'D)\n\t\t(wistful)\n\tHe's no high school boy.\n\nThere is a noise by the side fence leading into the\nHamiltons' backyard. It is Mark Ratner and Mike\nDamone. They are already wearing swimsuits.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHey! We came over to help you with\n\tMath homework!\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tOh, really?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tReally. We figured you needed the\n\thelp. On such a hot day.\n\nStacy quickly stashes the book in a stack of towels\nbeside her. She leans over to Linda and speaks\nconfidentially.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhat do you think?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tI think they're both virgins.\n\nStacy smiles, gets up and goes over to the fence.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI didn't ask for any help. Did you,\n\tLinda?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tNo.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tWell, that's exactly why I brought\n\tsome Wisk for the jacuzzi.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tO-kay, you guys can come swimming.\n\tBut you have to leave as soon as my\n\tMom gets home. Okay?\n\nEXT. HAMILTON POOL\n\nMike Damone yells \"banzai!\" and dives into the\nsmall pool. At one end of the pool is the jacuzzi,\nwhich is separated by a tile wall. Damone has\nalready poured the Wisk into the jacuzzi, and the\ndetergent has created a huge bubble bath effect.\nDamone surfaces and flips into the jacuzzi.\n\nStacy, looking great in a green bikini, sits\nkicking her legs by the side of the pool. Linda\nstands on the board. She is poised to dive. The Rat\ntreads water and stares at both girls. Inside the\nHamilton living room, the family stereo plays the\nmusic of Deep Purple's \"Woman From Tokyo\".\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHey, Linda! I'll judge your dive.\n\tI'm a champion diver myself.\n\nBrad arrives home by the side gate and slams it\nbehind him. He is home from a bad day at work. He\nwalks out onto the patio and stands with his hands\non his hips. For the first time, our former campus\nhero looks absurd. He is still in his uniform from\nCaptain Kidd Fish and Chips -- it is a blue and\nwhite striped Pirates of the Caribbean outfit,\ncomplete with black plastic sword at the side, and\na ridiculously large Ponce de Leon-esque hat. Brad\ncarries the hat under his arm.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tDoes Mom know you have company?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tIt's just Linda. And Mark from\n\tschool.\n\nBrad ignores the underclassmen, and notices Linda\non the board in her maroon bikini. He smiles.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tHi, Linda.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tHi, Brad.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tWell, you guys, keep it down. I've\n\tgot some work to do upstairs.\n\nBrad turns and heads back inside. He is just out of\nearshot when they begin talking about him.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tGod, he hardly even talks anymore.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI know. He hates to have to wear\n\tuniforms.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tPoor guy.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tReally.\n\nStacy breaks the spell by jumping into the water,\nsurfacing, and flipping over the tile wall into the\nJacuzzi. She sits next to Damone, looking\nmischievous.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE AND STACY IN THE JACUZZI\n\ntalking while the others are at the other end of\nthe pool.\n\nANGLE ON THE RAT\n\ncasually catching sight of them together from the\nother side of the pool. We can read the emotions on\nThe Rat's face. He is still taken with Stacy, but\nhis big moment for her appears to have passed.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE AND STACY IN THE JACUZZI\n\nas they talk.\n\nUnderneath the water, her leg accidentally knocks\nagainst his. Then he feels her continue. Damone\nfeels Stacy's cool hand on his inner thigh. Moving\nupwards, stopping just short of the bulge in his\ntrunks.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE'S FACE\n\nas it loosens and quivers just the slightest bit.\nThis is uncharted territory, even for Mr. Attitude.\n\nANGLE ON LINDA\n\nwho is now sunning herself by the side of the pool.\nShe rubs her legs against each other, slowly,\nenjoying the hot afternoon.\n\nEXT. BRAD'S WINDOW - ANGLE ON BRAD\n\nwho is watching Linda from the window in his room.\nWe see him from behind, peeking out the curtains.\n\nEXT. POOL - ANGLE ON LINDA\n\nwho smiles at Damone and flips back into the pool\nwith a splash. Damone steals a look down at his\nswimsuit. He's popped a big one.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWhy don't you get up and do a dive,\n\tMike?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tGo ahead.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE'S FACE\n\nand we know he can't get out of the water yet.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tNo. I don't think so. Not right \n\tnow.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tChicken!\n\nLinda, for one, loses interest quickly. Standing by\nthe side of the pool, she jams a finger in her ear\nand wiggles it.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tStacy! I've got water in my ears.\n\tDo you have any Q-Tips?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tGod, I don't think so. Better look\n\tin the house.\n\nLinda towels off and heads back inside the Hamilton\nhouse. She knows how to walk.\n\nINT. BRAD'S BEDROOM AND BATHROOM - AFTERNOON\n\nWe see Brad's room. The Carl's burger picture on\nthe wall is conspicuously missing. There is music\nplaying from his stereo -- Pink Floyd's \"You and\nMe\".\n\nWe see Brad. He is kneeling on the bathroom floor,\nhis back to us. His green T-shirt is on, his\nunderwear in a pile on the floor behind him. His\narm is pumping slowly. Brad is jacking off.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nEXT. HAMILTON POOL - BRAD'S DAYDREAM\n\nIt features Linda Barrett, just as she stood on the\ndiving board a moment ago. She is gorgeous. Her\nbreasts seem even bigger than usual. Her nipples\nare hard, poking through the film maroon string\nbikini. Water rolls slowly down her cheeks, into\nthe corners of her mouth. Her lips are parted\nslightly. Her eyes are filled with desire as she\nsays...\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tHi, Brad.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tYou know how cute I always thought\n\tyou were. I think you're so sexy.\n\tWill you come to me?\n\nANGLE ON BRAD IN DAYDREAM\n\nin a nice shirt, his hair combed back and looking\ngreat. He walks to Linda. She reaches out and grabs\nhim for a kiss, pulling him close. Then she pushes\nhim away, so he can watch as she carefully unstraps\nthe top of her bathing suit. The incredible Linda\nBarrett's breasts fall loose.\n\nShe takes Brad's hands and places them on her, as\nshe begins unbuttoning his shirt. They are just\nabout to fall into passionate lovemaking when we\nhear...\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (O.S.) (CONT'D)\n\tHey, Brad! Do you have any Q-Ti...\n\nThe daydream evaporates and we see real life again\nwith an...\n\nINT. BRAD'S BATHROOM - ANGLE ON LINDA'S FACE\n\nin the doorway of Brad's bathroom as she watches\nthe sight before her.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD\n\ntrying to cover himself and act nonchalant and keep\nhis back turned at the same time. The words barely\nescape his mouth.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tWait just a... minute.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tSorry. I didn't know anybody was in\n\there.\n\nLinda turns and goes immediately, as if she wants\nto forget what she saw as quickly as possible. She\ncloses the door behind her.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD\n\nstill kneeling. It had all happened so quickly, so\nfast\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tDoesn't anybody fuckin' knock\n\tanymore?\n\nHe slams the toilet seat down and we...\n\n\t\t\t\t\t CUT TO:\n\nINT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - DAY\n\nThe third attendance bell rings, and Mr. Hand\nstrides to the front of the class. He locks the\ndoor. Then he takes the front of the class and\nnotices something very different.\n\nANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI\n\nbright and clear-eyed, sitting in the front row.\nHis hands are clasped in front of him on the desk.\nHis textbook is open to the proper page.\n\nMr. Hand is suspicious, but continues with class.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tNow in 1898, Spain owned Cuba.\n\tOutright. Think about it. Cuba,\n\towned by a disorganized parliament\n\t4,000 miles away. Cubans were in a\n\tconstant state of revolt.\n\nMr. Hand begins pacing the aisles as he talks.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\tIn 1904, the United States decided\n\tto throw a little weight around,\n\tand...\n\nThere is a brief, sharp knock at the door. Mr. Hand\nwhips his head around, like McGarrett. He\napproaches the door like a cat.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\t\t(sweet voice)\n\tWho is it?\n\n\t\t\tVOICE\n\tMr. Pizza.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tAgain?\n\n\t\t\tVOICE\n\tMr. Pizza, sir!\n\nHand swings the door open, out of curiosity. In\nwalks a young Man in a Mr. Pizza delivery shirt.\n\n\t\t\tPIZZA MAN \n\tOkay, who had the double cheese\n\tsausage and bologna?\n\nJeff Spicoli speaks up.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tThat's me.\n\nThe Delivery Man takes the pizza, sets it on the\ndesk, as Spicoli whips out some crumpled dollars.\nThen he produces yet another crumpled dollar, and\npresses it into the Delivery Man's hand.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tFor you, my man.\n\nThe Delivery Man thanks him warmly, just as Mr.\nHand rages into the picture.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND\n\tAm I hallucinating here? Just what\n\tin the hell do you think you're\n\tdoing?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tLearning about Cuba. Having some\n\tfood.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND\n\tMr. Spicoli, you're on dangerous\n\tground here. You're causing a major\n\tdisturbance in my class and on my\n\ttime.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\t\t(cool and urbane)\n\tI've been thinking about this, Mr.\n\tHand. If I'm here... and you're\n\there... doesn't that make it our\n\ttime?\n\nMr. Hand is so furious he's almost shaking.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tSo I thought I'd order us a pizza.\n\tJust leave me a lot of bologna...\n\nMr. Hand snatches up the pizza, and starts to throw\nit in the wastebasket. Then he thinks better, and\nheads for the door. He opens it just as a gang of\nyoung Stoners walk past.\n\n\t\t\tSTONER #1 \n\tThere's the pizza.\n\n\t\t\tSTONER #2 \n\tTotally!\n\nMr. Hand pushes the pizza into their hands and\nslams the door.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tYou better save some for me, you\n\tswine!\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tAnd you, my friend. I'll see you\n\tfor a two-hour detention every\n\tafternoon this week.\n\nSpicoli eases back in his chair, shrugs. It was a\ngood idea at the time.\n\nINT. CAPTAIN KIDD FISH AND CHIPS - DAY \n\nBrad Hamilton, looks terribly uncomfortable in his\nPonce de Leon hat and buccaneer uniform. He rings\nup an order for an older Customer.\n\n\t\t\tCUSTOMER \n\tWhy aren't you in school, son?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tI go to school in the mornings. I\n\thave a work study program for the\n\tafternoon.\n\nHe bags one final coffee and punches up the amount.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\t$8.46, please.\n\n\t\t\tCUSTOMER \n\tHere you go. I have it exactly. \n\t\t(sets money down)\n\tGood luck!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tThank you, and thanks for coming to\n\tCaptain Kidd.\n\nBrad loosens his buccaneer scarf, and starts back\ntowards the kitchen. He is stopped by the sudden\nappearance of Captain Kidd Assistant Manager,\nHarold.\n\n\t\t\tHAROLD \n\tHamilton! I'll take over the fryer.\n\tThose boys at IBM need some Catch\n\tof-the-Day boxes, and I told them\n\tyou would personally deliver them\n\twithin the hour. I'll reimburse you\n\tfor gas.\n\nBrad dutifully unhooks his apron, to reveal the\nbottom half of his pirate suit.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tJust write me out a bill.\n\nWhile Harold leans down to tally up the fish order,\nBrad goes to a nearby employee's closet. He has\ncompletely perfected the art of changing back into\nhis street clothes, and it takes less than a\nminute. He is just about to finish buttoning his\nstreet shirt when Harold sees him.\n\n\t\t\tHAROLD \n\tHamilton, come over here. What is\n\tthat you've got on?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tThis is how I dress all the time.\n\n\t\t\tHAROLD \n\tBut you took off your Captain Kidd\n\tuniform.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tI thought I'd take it off for the\n\tdrive over to IBM. It's kind of\n\tuncomfortable.\n\nHarold can barely fathom the idea.\n\n\t\t\tHAROLD \n\tCome on, Hamilton. You're going\n\tover there to represent Captain\n\tKidd Fish and Chips. We have stores\n\tall over Southern California. Part\n\tof our image, part of our appeal is\n\tin our uniforms. You know that!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tYou really want me to put all this\n\tstuff back on?\n\n\t\t\tHAROLD \n\tYes. I think so. Show some pride,\n\tHamilton.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD\n\nas he stands there, stoic looking.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tI don't believe you're asking me to\n\tdo this, but okay.\n\nHe begins taking off his street shirt. He looks at\nHarold, looks at the boxes, and returns to the\ncloset.\n\nINT. THE CRUISING VESSEL\n\nBrad is driving down the freeway, listening to the\nmusic of Bruce Springsteen's \"Out in the Streets.\"\nHe pries open one of the fourteen Catch-of-the-Day\nboxes on the seat next to him and pulls out a small\npiece of fried fish. Brad takes a bite.\nThe look on his face says it is the worst piece of\nshit he has ever tasted. He throws the piece out\nthe window, and drives on.\n\nBrad turns to see a girl smiling at him from\nanother car. It makes his afternoon. He returns the\nsmile with gusto.\n\nANGLE ON THE GIRL\n\nas she bursts out laughing and drives away.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD\n\nlooking perplexed. Then he realizes that he hasn't\ntaken his Ponce de Leon hat off. Brad drives on.\n\nA SERIES OF ANGLES ON BRAD'S CAR\n\nas we see the Cruising Vessel move down the\nhighway. We see the Captain Kidd hat go flying out\nthe window. Then the plastic sword, and the scarf.\nThen a couple boxes of Captain Kidd fish. Then the\nrest of them. We see Brad rip past the IBM\nBuilding.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT HIGH SCHOOL - AFTERNOON\n\nSchool is out and kids are leaving campus, heading\nfor the parking lot and bus stop. We see Mike\nDamone carrying some books, walking towards\nRidgemont Drive. He is joined by Stacy Hamilton,\nwho hurries to catch up to him.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI can't wait until I can drive next\n\tyear. I walk every day. It's such a\n\tdrag.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tGet a ride with somebody.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tSometimes I get a ride with my\n\tbrother. But he usually works in\n\tthe mornings, and then drives to\n\tschool himself.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tWhat a guy. \n\nDamone turns to her after a moment, all Attitude.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tYou know Mark Ratner really likes\n\tyou. You like him?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tMark is a really nice boy...\n\nStacy walks along, then stops and looks at Damone.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY (CONT'D)\n\tBut I think I like you.\n\nThey turn the corner.\n\nEXT. HAMILTON HOME\n\nThey have arrived at Stacy's house. There are no\ncars parked out front. No one is home.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDo you want to come in for a\n\tsecond?\n\nThe Attitude starts to weaken. After a long pause,\nDamone responds.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tDo you have any ice tea?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tSure. Come on in.\n\nStacy unlocks her front door, they go inside.\n\nINT. HAMILTON KITCHEN\n\nDamone stands in the white linoleum Hamilton\nkitchen. Stacy opens the refrigerator door.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI guess the annuals are coming in\n\tpretty soon. Are you going to get\n\tone?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tI don't know.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tAren't you curious to see how your\n\tclass picture turned out?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tI know what I look like.\n\nStacy places a glass of ice tea in front of him.\nThey are all alone in the house.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDo you want to take a quick swim?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tWell...\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tBrad probably has some trunks you\n\tcan borrow... I'm going to my room\n\tto change!\n\nDamone stares straight ahead. She's going to her\nroom to change. Stacy scoots down the hall toward\nher bedroom.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tThis is great ice tea!\n\nINT. STACY'S ROOM - ANGLE ON STACY IN HER ROOM\n\nIn the middle of changing, she has caught her own\nreflection in the mirror. She pauses a moment,\nlooking at the young girl looking back.\n\nINT. KITCHEN - ANGLE ON DAMONE IN THE KITCHEN\n\nHe continues staring straight ahead.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\t\t(from other room)\n\tYou don't have to shout! You can\n\tcome back here to my room!\n\nDamone doesn't move. He pretends he doesn't hear. A\nmoment later, Stacy comes bounding back down the\nhall in her green bikini. She grabs Damone by the\narm.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tCome with me! I know there's a suit\n\tin the changing room!\n\nShe pulls him away.\n\nINT. THE CHANGING ROOM\n\nThey enter the wood-panelled changing room next to\nthe Hamilton pool. There are two swimsuits hanging\nfrom wooden pegs.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tPick a suit.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tI don't know. It's getting pretty\n\tlate...\n\nShe locks the door to the changing room and begins\nto walk towards Mike Damone.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tAre you really a virgin?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tCome on...\n\nHe could feel his leg starting to shake the\nslightest bit.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tIt's okay if it's your first time.\n\nShe gives him a kiss.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tListen. I feel pretty strange here.\n\tBecause Mark really likes you, and\n\the's my friend.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tHe's my friend, too.\n\nShe gives him another kiss. He kisses her in\nreturn. Standing there, feeling Stacy in her\nbikini, feeling her kiss him, Damone also felt some\nof his reservations slip away.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tYou're a really good kisser.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tSo are you.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tAre you shaking?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\t\t(shaking)\n\tNo. Are you crazy?\n\nIt is clear that this is as far as Mr. Attitude has\never gotten with a girl. Stacy takes the\ninitiative, rubbing her hands through his hair,\nrubbing his sides, kissing his neck, then pulling\naway.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\t\t(whispers)\n\tWhy don't you take off your\n\tclothes, Mike?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tYou first.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tHow about both of us at the same\n\ttime?\n\nDamone nods, and watches as Stacy unhooks her top\nand steps out of her bikini bottom. She stands\nnaked in the shadows of the afternoon sun. She sits\ndown naked on a red changing room couch, and\ngathers her legs up to her chest. She watches as\nDamone struggles with his clothes.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE\n\nhopping on one leg, pulling first out of his pants,\nthen his jockey underwear. Bashfully, he goes to\nsit next to Stacy on the couch. They begin to kiss,\nand it quickly escalates into heavy petting. Stacy\npulls away.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI want you to know that it's your\n\tfinal decision if we should\n\tcontinue or not.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tLet's continue.\n\nStacy leans back and pulls him on top of her. He\nenters her and begins pumping so hard, so fast,\nthat he doesn't notice he's banging the sofa into\nthe wall of the changing room.\n\nBut just as quickly as Damone starts, he stops.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\t\t(whispers)\n\tHey, Mike?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tWhat? Are you all right?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI think we're making a lot of\n\tnoise.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tI'm sorry. I'm really sorry.\n\nHe has a strange look on his face.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tWhat's wrong?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tI think I came. Didn't you feel it?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI guess I did.\n\nThey lay there, Damone still on top of her on the\nred couch.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE\n\nas we read the confusion on his face. He is\nembarrassed, a little confused... mostly he just\nwants to be alone.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tI've got to get home. I've really\n\tgot to go, Stacy.\n\nANGLE ON STACY\n\nas she looks up at him. She gives him a kiss.\nDamone gets up puts his pants and shirt on. He\nleaves the changing room.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nINT. BIOLOGY CLASS - AFTERNOON\n\nWe see Stacy sitting at her usual seat, and she's\nwearing a bright spring dress with a slight amount\nof makeup.\nShe looks at Damone's seat with anticipation, but\nit remains empty as other students file in.\nFinally, she turns to The Rat.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhere's Mike today?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tToday's April 16th. Damone never\n\tcomes to school on April 16th.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhat's April 16th?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tIt's John Bonham's birthday.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tJohn Bonham?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tJohn Bonham. The drummer for Led\n\tZeppelin. He died a couple years\n\tago. Every birthday he stays home\n\tand plays everything John Bonham\n\tever recorded. It's like his own\n\tholiday.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tOh. I see.\n\nThe bell rings, and Mr. Vargas enters the room with\nhis Sanka cup.\n\nINT. COLLEGE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON\n\nSeated at the desk is Mrs. O'Rourke. There is a\nknock at the door.\n\nThe door swings open. Brad Hamilton holds out his\nyellow slip.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. O'ROURKE \n\tHave a seat, Brad... Brad have you\n\tgot your list of college\n\tapplications?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tWell, to tell you the truth Mrs.\n\tO'Rourke, I've kind of been putting\n\tit off. I'm not sure what I want to\n\tdo yet.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. O'ROURKE \n\t\t(by rote)\n\tAll right Brad. Let me ask you like\n\tthis. If I were queen of the world,\n\tand I could make you whatever you\n\twanted to be, what would it be?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tI don't know... Burt Reynolds.\n\nThere is no humor on Mrs. O'Rourke's face.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. O'ROURKE \n\tI realize it's important to have\n\tfun in your senior year, with your\n\tfriends, but there comes a time\n\twhen you have to get serious about\n\tyour future, think about college,\n\tand put aside all this fun.\n\nBrad looks up suddenly.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tYou know what, Mrs. O'Rourke? I\n\tbroke up with my girlfriend this\n\tyear. I lost my job at Carl's, and\n\ttwo other places. I wake up at 5:30\n\tto work at 7-11, then I go to\n\tschool, then I go back to 7-11. I\n\thave to pay rent, you know. My\n\tgrades haven't been that bad, and\n\tnow you're telling me that the fun\n\tis over. Well, I'm still waiting\n\tfor the fun to start.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. O'ROURKE \n\tBrad, I'll see you when I'm through\n\twith the rest of the seniors. If\n\tyou want to visit the career\n\toffice, go right ahead. I'll talk\n\tto you when you're more prepared.\n\nBrad gathers his books and opens the door to leave.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. OIROURKE\n\tNext!\n\nAn absolutely exuberant Cindy Carr pops her head in\nthe door.\n\n\t\t\tCINDY\n\tHi-yeeeeeeee!!!\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT HALLWAY - MORNING\n\nThe bell has just rung, and Mike Damone comes out\nof Youth and Law class. He has an absorbed, driven\nlook on his face. He walks past the rows of\nlockers, and doesn't even notice as he passes Stacy\nHamilton standing by her locker. She smiles, grabs\nhis arm affectionately.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHi Mike!\n\nDamone turns to see her, is thoroughly unimpressed.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tOh. Hi.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI didn't see you this morning.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tLook, I'm kind of in a hurry.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI'm in a hurry too. I just thought\n\tI could say hi to you.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHello.\n\nHe pulls away, leaving a bewildered Stacy standing\nby her locker. She grabs some books and hurries in\nthe other direction.\n\nEXT. SCHOOL BUS - DAY\n\nThe bus pulls up to the front entrance of\nUniversity Hospital. The students file out and\ncollect next to the front door. Mr. Vargas\ngleefully addresses the class. This is his favorite\nfield trip.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS\n\tToday we're going to explore how\n\tthis hospital works to preserve\n\thuman life.\n\tWe'll be visiting every floor,\n\tevery level where these fine\n\tdoctors and nurses take care of us,\n\tin life... and in death.\n\nINT. MATERNITY WARD\n\nThe class exits from a hospital elevator, onto\nanother floor. They are now standing outside the\nmaternity ward. We hear the loud noise of babies.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS\n\tOver thirty children are delivered\n\there each day...\n\nThe class moves on.\n\nINT. THE BOTTOM FLOOR\n\nThe class exits another hospital elevator.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS\n\tThis is part of your third quarter\n\texam, and I'd advise you to take\n\tcareful notes on what we're about\n\tto see.\n\nANGLE ON DR. MILLER\n\na young intern who has joined the class for the\nlast part of their tour.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS\n\tMay I just ask you one last time to\n\tconduct yourselves with the utmost\n\tmaturity...\n\nThe kids are beginning to get very nervous now as\nthey are led down the hall to the \"Cold Room.\" The\ndoor to the \"Cold Room\" has only one sign on it. It\nreads: CADAVERS -- MEDICAL EXAMINATION ONLY. Mr.\nVargas opens the door, and the class seems to gasp.\n\nINT. THE COLD ROOM\n\nThere are six examination tables in the \"Cold\nRoom\". Each of them contains a cadaver covered by a\nwhite sheet. Mr. Vargas has gathered the class\naround one table in particular. He fingers the edge\nof the white sheet as he talks.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS \n\tAs you know, all the bodies in this\n\troom are recently deceased human\n\tbio-structures.\n\nA student raises his hand.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS \n\tYes, Randy?\n\n\t\t\tRANDY \n\tWho are these guys?\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS \n\tMost of them were derelicts, Randy.\n\tThey sold the right for medical\n\texamination of their bodies for\n\tmoney. Something like thirty\n\tdollars, I believe. Isn't that\n\tright, Doctor Miller?\n\n\t\t\tDR. MILLER \n\tTwenty-five dollars.\n\nANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI\n\nwho turns to Stacy.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tTwenty-five bucks is pretty good.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS \n\tNow this gentleman here is named\n\tArthur. Arthur died from heart\n\tfailure last week and we are\n\tfortunate enough to view his body\n\tin its pristine state.\n\nMr. Vargas suddenly pulls the white sheet aside and\nwe see the body of Arthur. The students' eyes\nwiden. Some gasp. Others cover their mouths. Others\nbegin furious notes. Nobody speaks. The body of\nArthur is smallish and withered. It is orange,\nflaky, and not quite real looking. A deep cut has\nbeen made in Arthur's chest.\n\nMr. Vargas bends Arthur upright for a better\nstudent view. He gestures to the deep cut made in\nArthur's chest.\n\nThe tension mounts.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS (CONT'D)\n\tThis incision allows us to pull\n\taside the skin covering of the\n\tchest cavity and really observe the\n\thuman organs as they exist in their\n\tnatural state.\n\nANGLE ON ARTHUR\n\nand his shrunken face, which seems to say please\ndon't.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS (CONT'D)\n\tI want all of you to take a look at\n\tthe chest cavity for just a moment.\n\nMr. Vargas grabs the two sides of Arthur's chest\ncavity covering, and rips it open.\n\n\t\t\tMR. VARGAS (CONT'D)\n\tHere we have the human lungs and\n\theart, which you can see is\n\tactually located in the center of\n\tyour chest.\n\nWith a squish, Mr. Vargas reaches inside Arthur and\npulls out the human heart for display. The class\nstands in silent shock. Only one comment escapes\nfrom any of them.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tBitchin'.\n\nANGLE ON STACY HAMILTON\n\nwho goes running out of the \"Cold Room\", holding\nher mouth. The Rat runs after her.\n\nINT. BOTTOM FLOOR HALL\n\nRat and Stacy sit side-by-side on some orange\nplastic chairs, by a nurse's desk. Stacy is shook\nup.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI made a fool of myself.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tNobody noticed. Don't worry about\n\tit. We'll just stay out here until\n\teveryone comes out, we'll blend\n\tback in.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhat about the notes?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tI'll get you the notes.\n\nShe squeezes his arm.\n\nEXT. HOSPITAL - AFTERNOON\n\nThe students file out of the hospital, looking like\nthey've just been through a war.\n\nINT. LINDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT\n\nIt is night, and Linda and Stacy are watching\nFantasy Island.\n\n\t\t\tMONTALBAN \n\tYou see, Tatoo, what this man\n\tdoesn't realize is that he must one\n\tday leave Fantasy Island. And he\n\tmust continue his life as an\n\tincurable leper.\n\nStacy is fighting back tears. Linda looks angry.\n\nTelephone rings. Linda jumps to get it.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tHello.\n\nLinda obviously is disappointed when she hears a\nfemale voice.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (CONT'D)\n\tYeah... you're kidding... What did\n\the say... What did you say... How\n\tmuch did it cost? Look, tell him he\n\tcan have a relationship with you or\n\ta 'more open' relationship with\n\tsomeone else... Listen, Debbie, can\n\tI call you later. I'm waiting for\n\tDoug to call.\n\nShe plops back on the couch with Stacy.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (CONT'D)\n\tI'll bet he forgets to call again.\n\nShe notices that Stacy is crying over the TV show.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (CONT'D)\n\tGod, Stacy, it's not that sad. It's\n\tjust David Soul and Ricardo\n\tMontalban.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI don't know, I'm just so\n\tdepressed. Everything is just so...\n\tdepressing.\n\nLinda shuts off the television.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tYou have been acting very strange\n\tthe last few weeks.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI don't know... I just don't feel\n\tright.\n\nLinda sits down next to Stacy on the bed.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tWhat do you think it is?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWhat do you think it is?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tIt couldn't be.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tIt could be. I had a pregnancy test\n\tat the clinic. I'll find out\n\tMonday. I guess it was Damone.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tOf course it was Damone. If it was\n\tRon Johnson, you'd be out to here!\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI'm not going to tell him. He's an\n\tasshole. I hate him.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tBut it costs money to have an\n\tabortion. Even at the Free Clinic.\n\tYou tell Damone to pay for it. It's\n\tthe least he can do. It's the guy's\n\tresponsibility too.\n\nShe puts the TV back on and they watch.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tYou know, there's one thing you\n\tdidn't tell me about guys.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tWhat?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tYou didn't tell me that they can be\n\tso nice, so great... but then you\n\tsleep with them and they start\n\tacting like they're five years old.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tYou're right. I didn't tell you\n\tthat.\n\nEXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - TWO DAYS LATER\n\nStacy Hamilton is walking towards Mike Damone on\nthe football field. We see him from a distance,\ntiming track runners.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tWhat's going on?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tMike, there's something that's been\n\ton my mind and I have to tell you\n\tabout it.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tWhat? Now?\n\nHe clicks off the time on a runner, and then turns\nto face her.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tWhy don't you call me up tonight?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tMike. I want you to know that I'm\n\tpregnant.\n\nANGLE ON STACY\n\nas she looks down. They are words she never thought\nshe would be speaking.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHow do you know it's mine? We only\n\tdid it once.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI know it's yours.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE\n\nas he realizes she is sincere, and he truly begins\nto panic.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tYou made me do it! You locked the\n\tdoor. You made me do it! You wanted\n\tit more than me!\n\nANGLE ON STACY\n\nShe does not flinch.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tTake that back.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tAll right, I take it back.\n\nANGLE ON DAMONE\n\nHe hugs his arms tighter across his chest, and\ndecides to try a more mature tact.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tThere's only one thing we can do.\n\tWe've got to get rid of it. We've\n\tgot to get an abortion.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tWe've got to get an abortion?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tYeah. My brother Art got his\n\tgirlfriend one once.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tIt's already planned, Mike. It's\n\tgoing to cost $150 at the Free\n\tClinic.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tDoesn't sound free to me.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tSo you want me to pay for it?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tHalf. Okay?\n\t\t(bites back tears)\n\tSeventy-five dollars. And a ride to\n\tthe clinic.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tSeventy-five dollars, and a ride.\n\tOkay.\n\nStacy stands there, hands folded, nodding.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nINT. DAMONE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON\n\nHe is working at his desk, counting through a wad\nof money.\n\nANGLE ON THE LIST\n\nin front of him, which has a split line down the\nmiddle. People Who Owe Me -- fifteen dollars Rick.\nPeople I Owe -seventy-five dollars REO Speedwagon\ntickets, seventy-five dollars abortion. Damone\ncounts fifteen dollars into his stack, crosses out\nRick. Then he counts through the money. Seventy\nfive dollars exactly. He crosses out REO Speedwagon\ntickets. This leaves him no money for the abortion.\n\nEXT. STREET CORNER - AFTERNOON\n\nHere, at the same corner where she once waited for\nRon Johnson, Stacy waits for Damone. Cars pass, no\nDamone.\n\nINT. HAMILTON HOUSE - AFTERNOON\n\nStacy is on the phone, calling Damone. We see the\nphone messages sheet that lists two calls for\nStacy, and none for Brad. The line rings four\ntimes, then it's answered.\n\n\t\t\tFEMALE VOICE\n\tHello?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHello... is Mike there?\n\n\t\t\tFEMALE VOICE \n\tHold on.\n\nStacy sags, disbelieving, and looks at the clock on\nthe kitchen wall. It's getting late...\n\n\t\t\tFEMALE VOICE (CONT'D)\n\tHe says he's helping his father in\n\tthe garage and he'll call you back.\n\nStacy is stunned.\n\n\t\t\tFEMALE VOICE (CONT'D)\n\tHello?\n\nStacy hangs up. She punches out another number,\nquickly.\n\n\t\t\tMRS. BARRETT (V.O.) \n\tHello?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHi, Mrs. Barrett. Is Linda there?\n\n\t\t\tMRS. BARRETT (V.O.) \n\tShe went off to the beach. She'll\n\tbe back later, though.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tOkay. Thanks.\n\nShe looks at the clock again, then hears a noise in\nthe driveway.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY (CONT'D)\n\tBrad! Hey, wait a second!\n\nShe runs out.\n\nEXT. CRUISING VESSEL - AFTERNOON\n\nBrad and Stacy pull up next to the flea market.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tYeah. This is it. I have some\n\tshopping to do.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tSee you later.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tThanks a lot, Brad. I really\n\tappreciate it.\n\nShe gets out of the car.\n\nEXT. FLEA MARKET\n\nStacy Hamilton watches her brother drive away. Then\nshe looks to both sides, and walks on. She passes\nthe entrance to the Flea Market. She walks around\nthe corner to another building marked BIRTH CONTROL\n- FREE CLINIC. Brad follows her in the rearview\nmirror.\n\nINT. BIRTH CONTROL CLINIC\n\nStacy is lying in bed wearing a paper dress. Her\nhair is stuffed in paper shower cap. She looks\nanxious. In a bed next to her an older girl is\nbeing affectionate with her visiting boyfriend.\n\nA Nurse comes in with an IV.\n\n\t\t\tNURSE\n\tThis is going to prick a little.\n\nShe sticks the needle into Stacy's hand. Stacy\nlooks pained but doesn't yell. The Nurse pats the\nrolling bed.\n\n\t\t\tNURSE (CONT'D)\n\tNow scoot over here.\n\nStacy moves onto it. Looking up from her point of\nview, we see the ride out of the room and into:\n\nINT. OPERATING ROOM\n\nStacy gets wheeled in. The Doctor looks down at\nher.\n\n\t\t\tDOCTOR\n\tHello, Stacy, I'm Doctor Bartell.\n\nStacy moves onto the operating table as the Nurse\nand Doctor get ready.\n\n\t\t\tDOCTOR (CONT'D)\n\tAny questions before we begin?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tThis is going to hurt, isn't it?\n\n\t\t\tDOCTOR \n\tWe'll use a local but you'll feel\n\tsome pressure. It doesn't last that\n\tlong.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tDoes it hurt more to have a baby?\n\nThe Doctor pauses and considers her question.\n\n\t\t\tDOCTOR \n\tYes... but I think you mind it\n\tless.\n\nStacy looks up at the lights and listens to the\nsound of suction tubes.\n\nINT. B.C. WAITING AREA\n\nThe other girl and Stacy sit at a table eating\ntoast and jelly. The girl is reading. The Nurse\nenters.\n\n\t\t\tNURSE \n\tHow are we doing in here? Debbie,\n\tready to leave?\n\nThe girl nods and gets up.\n\n\t\t\tNURSE (CONT'D)\n\tRight through here. Stacy, I can't\n\tlet you go unless you have a ride\n\thome.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tUh, my boyfriend said held be\n\twaiting downstairs.\n\nThe Nurse studies her, decides she's telling the\ntruth and allows her to leave.\n\nEXT. ENTRANCE TO THE FREE CLINIC\n\nStacy walks back out into the sunlight, slowly and\nweakly. She is surprised and amazed at who she sees\nstanding outside, waiting for her.\n\nANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON\n\nHe stands, hands on hips, just outside the door.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tBrad!\n\nHe puts an arm around her and leads her toward his\nwaiting car.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tSince when do you shop at the Flea\n\tMarket anyway?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tBrad. Please don't tell Mom and\n\tDad...\n\nHe helps her into the cruising vessel. He starts up\nthe car and drives off.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tWho did it?\n\nStacy stares out the window. Tears well in her\neyes.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD (CONT'D)\n\tYou're not going to tell me, are\n\tyou?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tNo.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tAll right, then. It's your secret.\n\nStacy smiles at Brad. Brad smiles back. The car\ndrives on.\n\nINT. LINDA'S ROOM - NIGHT\n\nStacy is in Linda's room, sitting on her bed. Her\neyes are red and moist from crying. Linda listens\nto her story.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI really thought he would show up.\n\tI waited... and waited... and\n\twaited...\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tThat little prick.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tThen I called his house, and his\n\tmother told me he was in the garage\n\thelping his father.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tThat little prick.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI paid for it and everything.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tThere goes your stereo for another\n\tyear. Mike Damone is a no-brain\n\tlittle prick. I'm not letting him\n\tget away with this.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tDon't do anything, Linda. I'd\n\trather just forget about it. I\n\tdon't even like the guy.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tStacy, he's not a guy. \n\t\t(loud)\n\tHe's a little prick! \n\nStacy lies back on the bed.\n\nEXT. DAMONE HOUSE - MORNING\n\nThe front door to the Damone house opens, and out\nwalks Mike Damone carrying some books. He looks\ntroubled, burdened, and stares down at the walkway\nas he moves towards his car. He walks around,\nstarts to pen the car door, then he sees it. There,\nin white spray paint across the driver's door, is\nthe message: PRICK.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tShhhhhhhhhit.\n\nHe looks both ways, and starts back towards the\nhouse.\n\nEXT. DAMONE CAR\n\nMike Damone travels down Ridgemont Drive, making\nthe turn into the school parking lot. There is a\nlarge cardboard panel taped on the side of his car.\n\nEXT. DAMONE'S LOCKER\n\nHe arrives at his locker, where, in white spray\npaint, there is another message: LITTLE PRICK.\nSeveral girls walk by, they laugh knowingly.\n\n\t\t\tGIRL #1 \n\tHi, Mike!\n\n\t\t\tGIRL #2 \n\tHi, mike!\n\nDamone backs up against the locker, with a sick\nsmile on his face.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tHi... girls.\n\nMore students pass, looking strangely at the young\nman pinned against his own locker.\n\nEXT. BOY'S LOCKER ROOM - AFTERNOON\n\nDamone exits the boys locker room. Just as he does,\nhe is accosted by The Rat. We have never quite\nheard this tone in The Rat's voice before.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tDamone? What happened between you\n\tand Stacy?\n\nDamone feigns The Attitude, shakes his head. Damone\nsighs.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tLet me tell you something, Rat.\n\tSometimes girls just go haywire. It\n\twas a month ago, I've been trying\n\tto think of a way to tell you ever\n\tsince. We started messing around\n\tand... \n\t\t(shrugs)\n\t... something happened. It's all\n\tover with. It's no big deal. I\n\tnever called her again.\n\nThe Rat says nothing.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tIf you ask me, she's pretty\n\taggressive. You understand what I'm\n\tsaying?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tNo Damone. I don't understand.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tShe wasn't really your girlfriend\n\tanyway.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tHey fuck you Damone. There's a lot\n\tof girls out there and you mess\n\taround with Stacy. What have you\n\tgot to prove?\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tJesus. I'm sorry.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tI always stick up for you. Whenever\n\tpeople say 'Aw, that Damone is a\n\tloudmouth' -- and they say that a\n\tlot -- I say 'You just don't know\n\tDamone.' When someone says you're\n\tan idiot, I tell them 'Damone's not\n\tan idiot. You just don't know him.'\n\tWell, you know, Damone, maybe they\n\tdo know you pretty good. And I'm\n\tjust finding out.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tFine. Get lost.\n\nDamone starts to push past him, but The Rat shoves\nhis shoulder hard.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tAll right, Rat. You want to do\n\tsomething about it?\n\nDamone begins the classic high school fighting\nritual. He throws his books down. He takes a step\nback. He goes into a crouch. He gestures towards\nhimself. Then Damone says the universally\nrecognized high school fighting words.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tWell come on.\n\nThe Rat shows no fear. As other kids begin to crowd\naround the two boys, Rat throws his own books down.\nHe takes a step back, goes into the crouch. He\ngestures toward himself.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tYou come on.\n\nThey stand there, gesturing, neither one of them\nwanting to make the first move.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tNo. You come on, you wuss.\n\nAssistant Coach Mr. Sexton comes running out of the\nboy's locker room, and steps in front of the two\nboys.\n\n\t\t\tSEXTON\n\tHey! Knock this crap off!!\n\nThe Rat stalks off, disappearing into the crowd of\nonlookers.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT DRIVE - NIGHT\n\nThe Ridgemont Drive strip is filled with cars,\ncruising for parties. There is a lot of honking,\nand yelling out windows. Everyone is headed towards\nthe beach. We stay on a lowly 7-11 store near the\nfreeway entrance.\n\nEXT. 7-11 STORE - NIGHT\n\nA yellow Firebird slowly, menacingly cruises the\nempty parking lot. It does not stop.\n\nThen, around the corner, walks Jeff Spicoli. We see\nhim in the neon 7-11 light, his hands stuffed deep\ninto the pockets of baggy jeans. He walks inside\nthe store. He is the only shopper.\n\nINT. 7-11 STORE\n\nBrad Hamilton stands behind the counter in a red\nand white striped shirt and cap, making fresh\ncoffee. Jeff Spicoli trudges up to the counter. He\nlooks at Brad. Brad looks at Spicoli. There is an\nunspoken edge between them.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tHey, mon, can I use the bathroom?\n\nBrad squints his eyes, looks at the sign on the\nback room door.\n\nANGLE ON\n\nsign which reads: Rest Room For Employees Only.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tGo ahead. Just make it quick.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tTotally.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tIt's the first door on your left.\n\nSpicoli disappears into the back room. Brad sighs,\nlooks at the clock. It reads: 11:15. Then he hears\nSpicoli from the back room.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (O.S.)\n\tI can't find it, mon!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tIt's the first door on your left!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (O.S.)\n\tOn the ledge?\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tFirst door on your left!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (O.S.)\n\tThere it is!\n\nBrad sighs again. He loads a new filter into the\ncoffee maker.\n\nEXT./INT. 7-11 STORE\n\nA moment later, the yellow Firebird pulls into the\n7-11 parking lot. A man in a windbreaker comes\nhurtling out of the car, into the store. He spray\npaints the scanning camera above the door. He\nhustles up to the counter, produces a .45 Magnum\nand points it chest high at Brad. There is a glazed\nand nervous speedy edge to his voice.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER\n\tI want money. And I want it all --\n\tnow.\n\nBrad looks pale and young under the fluorescent 7\n11 light.\n\nHe speaks slowly.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tThey empty and close the big safe\n\there at midnight.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER\n\t\t(getting tougher)\n\tI know this store. I know where the\n\tsafe is.\n\nHe bangs the gun on the counter, hard.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER (CONT'D)\n\tOver there behind the donut case.\n\tNow move!\n\nBrad slowly moves to the donut case, like a zombie.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tI'm instructed to tell you that we\n\tare on a video alarm system and\n\tthere are other hidden cameras in\n\tthe store ...\n\n\t\t\tROBBER\n\tJust give me the money. Move it.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tOkay.\n\t\t(legs are shaking)\n\tI just started here, and they just\n\ttaught me the procedure. I'll give\n\tyou the money, just let me figure\n\tthis out.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER\n\t\t(very menacing)\n\tMove it. Move it.\n\nBrad opens the phony back of the donut case and\nfiddles with the strongbox combination.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER (CONT'D)\n\t\t(more menacing)\n\tLet's go, stupid.\n\nBrad looks at the gunman.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tYou motherfucker. Get off my\n\tfuckin' case.\n\nThe Robber is about to react when the bathroom door\nopens and Jeff Spicoli starts out, wiping his hands\non his pants.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tNo towels, mon...\n\nThe Robber turns to look at Spicoli, and that is\nall that Brad Hamilton needs. Just like it is the\nmost natural thing in the world, Brad reaches for\nthe hot, steaming coffee pot he has just made and\nthrows it into the gunman's face and hands.\n\n\t\t\tROBBER\n\tAaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!\n\nThe .45 falls out of his hand and rattles to the\nfloor. The gunman is still grabbing his face, and\nlooking at his skinless hands in horror when Brad\nsnaps up the gun. In the parking lot, the gunman's\naccomplice, poised behind the wheel of the yellow\nFirebird, spots the foul-up and screeches out of\nthe parking lot.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD\n\tThere goes your ride home.\n\nBrad pulls the under-counter alarm with newfound\nconfidence. Jeff Spicoli stands there, mesmerized\nat the entire event.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tAwesome. Totally awesome.\n\nEXT. RIDGEMONT MALL - NIGHT\n\nKids are pouring into the Ridgemont mall. Summer\nbanners are already up.\n\nINT. THE MALL - NIGHT\n\nIn the midst of all the kids and shoppers, we see\nThe Rat walking slowly down the promenade. He is\nwearing an Army surplus jacket, and his hands are\nburied deep in his pockets. \n\nTwo girls pass his way. One smiles briefly at him,\nand The Rat turns to watch her pass. He is about to\nsay something to her, then no. He walks on, sees\nSwenson's Ice-Cream Parlor up ahead. The Rat\ndecides to walk the other way.\n\nINT. SWENSON'S - NIGHT\n\nThe place is busy again, filled with shoppers and\nteenagers in summer-type clothing.\n\nWe see Stacy Hamilton, once again, at the cash\nregister wearing an Assistant manager name tag and\na hostess gown.\nShe handles a customer's bill, then stands there a\nmoment, looking glum. Linda Barrett approaches.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tAnother summer of working at\n\tSwenson's.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tCome on. There's lots of men around\n\there. Keep your eyes open.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tYou know, Linda. I've finally\n\tfigured it out. It's not sex I\n\twant. Anyone can have sex.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA \n\tWhat do you want?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI want romance.\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tRomance in Ridgemont? We don't even\n\tget cable TV.\n\nANGLE ON\n\nthe back kitchen door, which swings open, and out\ncomes Mike Damone in a peppermint Swenson's shirt.\nHe wipes some grime on his pants.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tMike! You have a mess on C-9!\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tAll right. All right. I just\n\tcleaned B-8. Give me a break.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tGet going.\n\nThe two girls smile, go back to their posts.\n\nINT. JEFF SPICOLI'S ROOM - NIGHT\n\nJeff Spicoli sits in his room, and it is his\ncastle. Clothes lie in disarray on the floor. A\nhuge half-waxed surfboard is propped against the\nwindow. We see Spicoli dressed in a too large white\nshort-sleeved shirt, attempting to tie his father's\nfat paisley tie. He stops to take a hit from his\nbong, all the while talking on the phone. The music\nof Lynyrd Skynyrd's \"Freebird\" plays on the radio.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI... am... so... wasted, mon. What\n\tis in this shit?\n\t\t(pause)\n\tDoesn't that stuff cause brain\n\tdamage?\n\t\t(pause)\n\tBitchin'.\n\nSpicoli listens for a moment. He rubs his eyes,\nshakes his head. He is really buzzed.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tHey, mon, I am going to Mexico as\n\tsoon as school is out. Two more\n\tweeks, bud. Week from Wednesday.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tI am gonna take both boards, my\n\tduck feet, many cases of beer, and\n\tjust jam.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tNo, mon, from school. I'm leaving\n\tas soon as school gets out. I'll be\n\tat Sunset Cliffs by nighttime.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tTotally.\n\t\t(pause)\n\tLater.\n\nSpicoli hangs up, and concentrates on tying his\ntie. He almost strangles himself. Then suddenly the\ndoor to his room flies open and Spicoli's little\nbrother Curtis bursts in.\n\n\t\t\tCURTIS \n\tJeff you have company!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tGo away, Curtis. If you can't\n\tknock, I can't hear you.\n\nCurtis slams the door and leaves. A moment later\nthere is a knock.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tThat's better. Come in.\n\nThe door swings open and Jeff Spicoli sits in\nstoned shock at the sight before him. There,\nstanding in the doorway of his room is Mr. Hand.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tMr... Mr. Hand.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tThat's right, Jeff. Mind if I come\n\tin?\n\nSpicoli can only nod.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\t\t(calling downstairs)\n\tThank you, Mr. and Mrs. Spicoli.\n\nHand walks into Spicoli's room, takes off his suit\njacket and lays it on the chair back. He stops a\nmoment and catches the stare of Miss January\nPenthouse on the wall, then turns to Spicoli.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\tWere you going somewhere tonight,\n\tJeff?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tYeah. The Graduation Dance Mr.\n\tHand. It's the last school event of\n\tthe year.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tI'm afraid we've got some things to\n\tdiscuss here, Jeff.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tDid I do something wrong, Mr. Hand?\n\nHand removes several copies of Oui Magazine from\nanother chair and sits down. He sets his briefcase\non Spicoli's dresser, next to a bag of pot, and\nopens it up for easy access.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tDo you want to sit there, Jeff?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tI don't know. I guess so.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tFine. You sit right here on your\n\tbed. I'll use the chair here. \n\t\t(pause)\n\tAs I explained to your parents just\n\ta moment ago, and to you many times\n\tsince the very beginning of the\n\tschool year -- I don't like to\n\tspend my time waiting for late\n\tstudents, or detention cases. I'd\n\trather be preparing the lesson.\n\nMr. Hand takes a sheet from his briefcase and looks\nat it. \n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\tAccording to my calculations, Mr.\n\tSpicoli, you wasted a total of\n\teight hours of my time this year.\n\tAnd rest assured that is a kind\n\testimate.\n\nHe returns the sheet to his case and looks into\nSpicoli's weed-ravaged eyes.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\tNow, Mr. Spicoli, comes a rare\n\tmoment for me. Now I have the\n\tunique pleasure of squaring our\n\taccount. Tonight, you and I are\n\tgoing to talk in great detail about\n\tthe Davis Agreement, all the\n\tassociated treaties, and the\n\tAmerican Revolution in particular.\n\tNow if you can just turn to Chapter\n\t47 of Lord of Truth And Liberty.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tHey, it's in my locker, Mr. Hand.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tWell, then, I'm glad I remembered\n\tto bring an extra copy just for\n\tyou.\n\nHand reaches in his case and produces the book. He\nhands it to Spicoli.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE\n\t\t\t\t\t TO:\n\nINT. SPICOLI'S ROOM - HOURS LATER\n\nWearily, Spicoli is trying to grasp the material.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\t... so, like, when Jefferson went\n\tbefore the people what he was\n\tsaying was 'Hey, we left this place\n\tin England because it was bogus,\n\tand if we don't come up with some\n\tcool rules ourself, we'll be bogus,\n\ttoo!' Right?\n\nANGLE ON MR. HAND\n\nwho nods his head.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tVery close, Jeff.\n\nHand reaches over and gets his case.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND (CONT'D)\n\tI think I've made my point with you\n\ttonight.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tHey, Mr. Hand, can I ask you a\n\tquestion?\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tWhat's that?\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tDo you have a guy like me every\n\tyear? A guy to... I don't know,\n\tmake a show of. Teach other kids\n\tlessons and stuff?\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tWell, you'll find out next year.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\t\t(smiling)\n\tNo way, mon. When I graduate U.S.\n\thistory I ain't even coming over to\n\tyour side of the building.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tIf you graduate.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\t\t(panicked)\n\tYou're gonna flunk me?!\n\nMr. Hand pauses a moment, then breaks into the\nnearest approximation of a grin we have seen all\nyear. It isn't much, but it's noticeable. His lips\ncrinkle at the ends.\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tDon't worry, Spicoli. You'll\n\tprobably squeak by.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tAll right! Oh, yeah!\n\nMr. Hand has now gathered all his material, and he\nstands to approach Spicoli's door. Jeff jumps up,\nextends his hand.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tAloha, Mr. Hand!\n\n\t\t\tMR. HAND \n\tAloha, Spicoli.\n\nMr. Hand exits the room, and descends the staircase\nof the Spicoli household. Spicoli kicks the door\nshut, grins, and continues struggling with his tie.\n\nINT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - NIGHT\n\nTight angle on the emotion-filled face of the lead\nsinger in a cheesy high school band called the T\nBirds. He is bathed in a blue light, singing the\nlast verse of The Eagles' 'Take It To The Limit'.\n\nWe pull back to reveal a large, clumsy banner\nreading: LAST DANCE. Students are pouring into the\ngym for this event. Many have brought their annual\nyearbooks. On stage, the lead singer snaps his\nfingers and the band goes into Nick Lowe's 'Heart\nof the City'. Some students start to dance.\n\nEvery one of our characters is either here, or\nabout to arrive. From Charles Jefferson to Spicoli\nto Mr. Hand. For once, all classes are partying\ntogether. But, just as in the beginning of the year\non lunch court, the kids are still cordoned off\ninto their distinctive cliques.\n\nANGLE ON MORE STUDENTS ARRIVING\n\nat the Last Dance. They see Mr. Hand signing\nannuals by the door. They all say the same thing as\nthey pass, \"Aloha, Mr. Hand\". He nods in return.\n\nANGLE ON STACY\n\nsurveying the growing mob of annual-crazed\nstudents. From behind her comes Linda Barrett in a\nlow-cut black dress.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tWhere's Doug?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tHe's not coming.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tNot coming? What happened?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tHe says he's got to stay in\n\tChicago.\n\t\t(sighs)\n\tHe says I should visit him\n\tsometimes.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tSometime?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tYeah, like maybe never.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tBut what are you going to do?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tWell I might go to Dartmouth.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tDartmouth?!\n\n\t\t\tLINDA\n\tI didn't tell anyone I applied\n\tcause I never thought I'd make it.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tI can't believe it! But what about\n\tDoug?\n\n\t\t\tLINDA (STOIC)\n\tThere's a world of guys out there.\n\tI just wish I didn't have to date\n\tany of them.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY\n\tHey -- Doug Stallworth? It's his\n\tloss.\n\nANGLE ON MIKE DAMONE\n\nin another part of the dance, by the Junior class\nsponsored food counter. Damone is standing, talking\nto several girls, gesturing and being Damone, Mr.\nAttitude.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tSign my annual, honey. \n\nThe girls look at each other, laugh. They walk\naway.\n\nANGLE ON THE RAT\n\nstanding nearby.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tYou're losing it, Damone.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tYou're crazy. Those girls love me.\n\nANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI\n\nsprawled out in the bleachers with his surfer\nstoner buddies. He turns to one admiring stoner\n(Todd).\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI \n\tHey, mon. Sign my annual.\n\nSpicoli slips the annual into the kid's crotch. The\nstoner winces in pain, but still opens the book and\nlingers on all the signings in Spicoli's annual.\nThey are all drug-related messages from fellow\nstoners. After a moment, Spicoli's friend signs:\n\"Thanks for the reds. Todd.\"\n\n\t\t\tTODD\n\tHey, mon, good thing we're going to\n\tMexico this summer. 'Cause you're\n\tgonna get kicked out of your house\n\twhen your parents read your annual.\n\nINT. GYMNASIUM - ANGLE ON DOOR\n\nBrad Hamilton pushes both doors open, and makes his\nentrance into the Last Dance. There is a lot of\nactivity going on, but all nearby eyes turn to Brad\nas he walks into the dance. Fifteen kids\nimmediately gravitate towards him. They all want\nBrad to sign their annuals, to talk about the 7-11\nincident. Onstage, the T-Birds play the Beatles'\n\"It Won't Be Long\".\n\nWe see Brad's old girlfriend Lisa push up to him.\nHer new jock boyfriend holds a protective arm\naround her.\n\n\t\t\tLISA \n\tI saw your picture in the paper.\n\tYou had the greatest look on your\n\tface!\n\n\t\t\tANOTHER STUDENT \n\tFront of the Metro Section. I'm\n\ttelling my parents, 'I know this\n\tguy, I know this guy.'\n\nLisa's boyfriend pulls his arm tighter around her.\n\n\t\t\tLISA \n\tWill you sign my annual, Brad?\n\nBrad smiles, nods. He signs, and gives her his. We\nthen see Brad's three Buddies from Carl's Jr. come\nup, pat him on the back and grab his shoulder. Brad\nstudies them warily.\n\n\t\t\tBUDDY #1 \n\tFuckin' manager of 7-11!\n\n\t\t\tBUDDY #2 \n\tGet us jobs over there, Brad! You\n\tcan do it!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tSince when do you guys want to work\n\tat 7-11?\n\n\t\t\tBUDDY #2 \n\tCome on, Brad! It would be great!\n\tAll of us together!\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tWell, 7-11 is a tremendous\n\toperation. It's really changed,\n\tman. They've got great food, great\n\tmagazines, videogames... it's\n\tclass. Total class.\n\n\t\t\tBUDDY #3 \n\tAs soon as you can get us in there,\n\twe're gone from Carl's, Brad.\n\n\t\t\tBUDDY #2 \n\tYeah, man, all the little punks\n\tfrom junior high have taken over\n\tthe place.\n\nBrad leaves his old buddies. He grins and notices\nsomeone across the crowded dance floor.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tHey, Thompson! Wendell! Get a job!\n\nThey laugh, flip him off. Brad is back in his\nelement at last. He moves into the main dancing\narea, works his way across the room, past the\nbleachers, when he hears a voice.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (O.S.) \n\tHamilton!\n\nBrad turns around, seen Spicoli sitting on the\nbottom rung of the bleachers. Spicoli looks back\nwith true respect.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tAwesome.\n\nHe throws Brad his annual. Brad gives him his. They\nsign.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tEasy, mon.\n\n\t\t\tBRAD \n\tLater.\n\nANGLE ON THE BLEACHERS\n\nwhere several couples are passionately making out.\nFour teachers clomp up into the stands from\ndifferent angles. They pin the couples in\nflashlight beams, like the main tower pinning an\nescaping prisoner.\n\nANGLE ON THE T-BIRDS\n\nonstage, singing the Rolling Stones' \"I'm Free\".\n\nEXT. GYNMASIUM - NIGHT\n\nWe see Jeff Spicoli leave the dance and come\nbacking down the stairs with a stoner bud. His fist\nis in the air.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tSummer, mon! We're there!\n\nHe turns to his stoner bud.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tLet's roll, my man.\n\nSpicoli backs right into a young buzz-cut kid.\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI (CONT'D)\n\tHey, bud! Watch yourselff\n\nSpicoli turns around to see he's backed into a\nsquad of eight Lincoln Surf Nazis. They are all\nstanding on the steps, waiting.\n\n\t\t\tSURF NAZI\n\tAre you Jeff Spicoli?\n\nSpicoli looks up and down the row of Surf Nazis. On\nthe end, he sees L.C.\n\n\t\t\tL.C.\n\tThat's him! He did it!\n\n\t\t\tSPICOLI\n\tHey, mon, I don't know what your\n\ttrip is, but...\n\nSpicoli dashes off down Luna Street. L.C. and the\nSurf Nazis take out in hot pursuit, chasing him\nthrough the parking lot, past Ridgemont High, and\ninto the night. They will never catch him.\n\n\t\t\t\t\t SLOW\n\t\t\t\t\t DISSOLVE:\n\nINT. RIDGEMONT MALL\n\nSchool is out and it's summer business as usual at\nthe Ridgemont Mall. We see the same stores, the\nsame packs of kids roaming the three tiers.\n\nANGLE ON MARK RATNER\n\nwho stands against the railing in his Cinema Four\njacket, gazing across the mall at Swenson's Ice\nCream Parlor. He sees Stacy walk two girlfriends to\nthe outdoor front tables, and almost look his way.\nThe Rat turns away suddenly. Then he hears her\ncalling out after him.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHey Mark! Turn around!\n\nRatner turns around, affects total and complete\ncool. He waves across the mall to her.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY (CONT'D)\n\tCome over here!\n\nHe looks back at his post at the theatre, decides\nit's okay to step away. He walks across the mall.\n\nINT. SWENSON'S\n\nStacy is standing by the sundae bar. Next to her\nare two empty stools. After a moment, we see The\nRat plop onto one of the metal stools. He pounds\nthe seat next to him with the palm of his hand.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tYou. Sit.\n\nStacy turns to look at him, smiles. She sits.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tHi, Mark.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tHi, Stacy. How are you?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI'm fine. Mark, I'm so glad you\n\tcame over here because I want you\n\tto know something. I just thought I\n\twould tell you that I really\n\tenjoyed getting to know you this\n\tyear.\n\nThe Rat maintains The Attitude.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tYeah? About fifty people I didn't\n\tknow wrote that in my annual.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI know everybody says it, but I\n\treally mean it.\n\nThe Rat looks at her from the corner of his eyes.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tReally?\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tYeah. I want you to have this\n\tpicture, so you won't forget what I\n\tlook like. And so you'll remember\n\tto call me over the summer.\n\nShe withdraws a picture from her pocket, hands it\nto The Rat.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWell, I don't know, I may be doing\n\tsome traveling this summer. I don't\n\tknow how much I'll be around... \n\t\t(breaks down, takes\n\t\tpicture)\n\tBut I'll give you a call sometime.\n\n\t\t\tSTACY \n\tI'd like that.\n\nShe gives him a kiss on the mouth, gets up and\nwalks away. The Rat sits there, smiling at the way\nthings sometimes turn out. He slips the picture\ninto his pocket, a satisfied young man.\n\nINT./EXT. SWENSON'S AND MALL\n\nThe Rat is joined by Mike Damone, who has changed\ninto his street clothes.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tShe wants it, Rat.\n\nThe Rat snickers, shakes his head.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE (CONT'D)\n\tI saw you. You had pure Attitude.\n\nThe Rat turns to look at his friend.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tThe Attitude, Damone, is only good\n\tuntil you meet the right girl.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE\n\tWhatever you say, Rat.\n\nThey take off together, blending into the crowd of\nkids walking the mall.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tAnd... you can only tell it's the\n\tright girl if you're sensitive.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tSensitive -- what is that?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tSensitive is when you can tell how\n\tpeople feel without asking.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tSo what makes you so sensitive?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tWell, for one, I read. I don't\n\twatch as much television as you.\n\tI'm trying to feel things more. I'm\n\tlearning a lot about people.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\tWhat do you read? What's the last\n\tbook you read?\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT \n\tLust For Life. It's the story of\n\tVincent Van Gough.\n\n\t\t\tDAMONE \n\t\t(scoffs)\n\tYeah, well, I saw the movie. That\n\tmust mean I'm sensitive too.\n\n\t\t\tTHE RAT\n\tIt's a way, Damone. It's a vibe. I\n\tput it out, and I have personally\n\tfound that girls do respond.\n\nDamone laughs, shoves him hard. We lose sight of\nthe two boys in the sea of kids.\n\nA SERIES OF ANGLES\n\nof Ridgemont Center Mall with music.\n\nCREDITS\n\n\t\t\t\t\t FADE TO\n\t\t\t\t\t BLACK\n\n\t\t\t THE END\n\n\n
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