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Fast Times At Ridgemont High Script
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                              "FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH"

                                      Screenplay by

                                      Cameron Crowe

                

               FADE IN:

               EXT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL - NIGHT

               From the outside parking lot it looks like an enormous beached 
               whale. It is the prime hangout for all the teenagers in the 
               area. Kids mill around the parking lot or stand by the mall 
               entrance.

               INT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL

               There are three levels of stores underneath a massive 
               fluorescent roof. Different music comes from each store. It 
               looks seventies-modern, but already used and run-down. Groups 
               of kids cruise the mall, eyeing each other and acting cool.

               INT. SWENSON'S ICE-CREAM PARLOR - NIGHT

               The teenage waitresses in their peppermint pattie uniforms 
               are rushing around, trying to keep up with their orders.

               A good-looking man in his mid-twenties enters and sits. He 
               wears a plastic name tag that says: "Pacific Stereo Audio 
               Consultant, RON JOHNSON."

               Two Swenson's Waitresses pass by with supreme indifference, 
               and take their orders into the back kitchen.

               INT. SWENSON'S BACK KITCHEN

                                     WAITRESS #1
                         I think he looks like Richard Gere.

               The two Waitresses discuss the issue at hand. One of them, 
               Linda Barrett, is the seventeen year old, retired sex queen 
               of Ridgemont High.

                                     WAITRESS #1
                         I think he looks like... Richard 
                         Gere. (Bruce Springsteen)

                                     LINDA
                         Did you see his cute little butt?

               A third waitress enters.

                                     WAITRESS #2
                         Let's talk about C-19.

                                     WAITRESS #1 AND LINDA
                         We were!

                                     WAITRESS #2
                         I think I'll drop over and change 
                         the shakers.

                                     LINDA
                         No, be cool, that's Stacy's section.

               Through the entrance, we see Stacy Hamilton. She is the 
               fifteen-year-old trainee, sweet-looking with just the last 
               traces of baby fat. She puts down a glass of water for Ron, 
               spills some and mops it up.

                                     WAITRESS #1
                         He's too old for Stacy, she hasn't 
                         even started high school yet.

               A flustered Stacy enters the back kitchen.

                                     LINDA
                         How's it going.

                                     STACY
                         Do you think that guy's cute?

                                     WAITRESS #1
                         In a blow-dryed kind of way.

                                     STACY
                         Does anyone else want to take his 
                         table?

                                     LINDA
                         Don't you like him?

                                     STACY
                         Yeah, but I fucked up. You can take 
                         it. Really.

                                     LINDA
                         Come on, Stacy, it's your section 
                         and your man.

                                     STACY
                         What should I do?

                                     LINDA
                         Just take his order, look him in the 
                         eye and if he says anything remotely 
                         funny, laugh a lot.

               She fluffs up Stacy's hair and gently shoves her towards the 
               door. Stacy reluctantly exits.

               INT. SWENSON'S DINING ROOM

               Stacy goes to Ron's table.

                                     RON
                         So you working hard or hardly working?

               Stacy thinks it over, decides it's a joke and laughs (a little 
               too late). Ron looks at her soulfully.

                                     RON
                         You look like you could still be in 
                         high school.

                                     STACY
                         I know, everyone says that.

               He stares at her and she stares back uncomfortably.

                                     STACY
                         What can I get for you tonight.

                                     RON
                         How about your phone number?

               Stacy smiles nervously.

               INT. RIDGEMONT MALL - OUTSIDE SWENSON'S - NIGHT

               A teenage boy stands in front of an in-mall theatre across 
               from Swenson's. He wears a stiff over-sized tuxedo suit. He 
               is Mark "The Rat" Ratner, a ticket taker on the job.

               Mike Damone, a transplanted Easterner, bops over from the 
               record store, eyeing every girl he passes.  He stops at the 
               movie theatre.

                                     THE RAT
                         Do you ever look at those girls who 
                         work at Swenson's? They're beautiful. 
                         And I have to stand out here and 
                         watch them six nights a week.

                                     DAMONE
                         You should work for yourself.

               Two Junior High Kids spot Damone, walk up to him.

                                     DAMONE
                         What can I do for you, gentlemen?

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #1
                         You the guy with the Van Halen 
                         tickets?

                                     DAMONE
                         I could be.

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #2
                         What do you want for something in 
                         the first ten rows?

                                     DAMONE
                         Twenty bucks apiece.

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #1
                         Those tickets were only twelve fifty!

                                     DAMONE
                         So don't buy 'em.

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #2
                              (to friend)
                         All the other scalpers are sold out, 
                         Arnold.

               Damone reacts indignantly.

                                     DAMONE
                         Scalper? You call me a scalper? I 
                         perform a service, my friends. The 
                         service costs money. Now do you want 
                         the tickets or not?

               The Kids look at each other.

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #1
                         Are you sure you can't go any lower.

                                     DAMONE
                         These are my special back-to-school 
                         prices.

                                     JUNIOR HIGH KID #2
                         We'll take 'em.

               Damone reaches inside his pants pocket for a wad of tickets.

               EXT. CARL'S JR. - NIGHT

               At the other end of the mall is a neon-lit Carl's Jr. 
               Hamburger Restaurant. If Swenson's was the warm up, this is 
               the main attraction of the Ridgemont Mall.

               INT. CARL'S JR.

               Back-to-school banners hang from the walls. Many kids are 
               lined up at the counters. In the middle of the kitchen, 
               directing all the orders, is a seventeen year old named Brad. 
               He moves confidently, observing the fryer, checking cup 
               supply, and giving an affectionate squeeze to a pretty cashier 
               named Lisa. She lets him kiss her, but only once.

               A teenage Customer shouts to Brad from the front counter.

                                     CUSTOMER
                         Hey Brad! I waited till you came on! 
                         I wanted your fries.

               Brad smiles, walks over to the fryer and discards the fries 
               left from the previous shift. He shouts to the other employees 
               as he puts in a new batch, "his" batch.

                                     BRAD
                         We need fifteen Superstars, David!

                                     FELLOW EMPLOYEE #1
                         Okay, Brad!

                                     BRAD
                         I'll take care of the fry orders!  
                         Just get me the Superstars!

                                     FELLOW EMPLOYEE #2
                         Fish sandwiches!

               Brad spots three surfers sitting in the dining area. None of 
               them are wearing shirts.

                                     BRAD
                         Hey you guys! You had shirts on when 
                         you came in here.

               ANGLE ON THE MAIN SURFER

               a bleary kid sitting at the head of the table. He runs a 
               hand through his long, stringy blond hair. After a time, he 
               speaks.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Something happened to them, mon.

                                     BRAD
                         Come on, Spicoli. Why don't you just 
                         put your shirts back on? See the 
                         sign?

               ANGLE ON HANDWRITTEN SIGN IN WINDOW

               that reads: "No Shirts, No Shoes, No Dice"

               INT. CARL'S JR.

               A store manager, Dennis Taylor, bustles up to Brad.

                                     DENNIS
                         Any problems?

                                     BRAD
                         No, just a couple of surfers with no 
                         shirts on. I took care of it, Dennis.

               ANGLE ON SURFERS

               grumbling, putting shirts back on. It pains them.

               Dennis heads back to his office when he sees something in 
               the trash bin.

                                     DENNIS
                         Did you throw away those fries, 
                         Hamilton?

                                     BRAD
                         They were left over from the last 
                         shift.

                                     DENNIS
                         Those were perfectly good fries, 
                         Hamilton.
                              (glares at Brad)
                         Perfectly good.

                                     BRAD
                         But they weren't mine.

               Brad laughs, goes back to work.

               INT. MALL - LATE NIGHT

               It is closed and only a few janitors remain. Stacy and Linda 
               walk through the large empty mall.

                                     STACY
                         He gave me his card.
                              (lovingly)
                         'Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant.'

                                     LINDA
                              (amused)
                         Should we buy a frame for that?

                                     STACY
                         Come on, Linda, I haven't had a 
                         boyfriend all summer. You promised 
                         when I started working at the mall 
                         that my life would change... Do you 
                         think he'll call this week?

                                     LINDA
                         Listen, Stace, you want to know about 
                         guys? I'll tell you. They're mostly 
                         chicken. Before I met Doug I chased 
                         after every guy I thought was cute. 
                         I thought if I gave out a vibe they'd 
                         get the message and call me up. Well, 
                         guess what? They don't call.

                                     STACY
                         So what did you do?

                                     LINDA
                         I called them. If I was sitting next 
                         to a guy and I wanted to sit closer, 
                         I'd sit closer. If I wanted to kiss 
                         him, I'd just do it. You want Ron 
                         Johnson? Grab him.

                                     STACY
                         I can't do that.

               They pass a janitor cleaning graffiti that says: LINCOLN 
               SURF NAZIS and MAGGOT LUST FOR THE DUST.

                                     LINDA
                         Face it. With some guys you have to 
                         make the first move. A lot of guys 
                         are just... wussies.

                                     STACY
                         Really?

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy, what are you waiting for?  
                         You're fifteen. I did it when I was 
                         thirteen. It's no huge thing. It's 
                         just sex. If you don't, one of the 
                         other girls will.

                                     STACY
                              (cute)
                         He was hot, wasn't he?

                                     LINDA
                         If I didn't have a fiancÚ in Chicago, 
                         I'd go for it.

               A young Girl runs and catches up with Linda and Stacy.

                                     GIRL
                              (breathless)
                         Are you Linda Barrett?

                                     LINDA
                         Yes.

                                     GIRL
                         I'm Carrie Frazier from Toys 'R Us.  
                         Judy Hinton from May Company told me 
                         I could ask you something.

               Linda nods.

                                     GIRL
                         I have this situation with my 
                         boyfriend, and I wanted to...
                              (looks at Stacy, then 
                              whispers in Linda's 
                              ear)

               Linda listens thoughtfully, then clicks into her "sex expert" 
               mode.

                                     LINDA
                         Okay, are you over sixteen?

               The Girl nods.

                                     LINDA
                         All right, what you want to do is go 
                         to the Free Clinic and tell the doctor 
                         that you have sex regularly -- several 
                         times a week -- and that you need 
                         Nornel One Plus Fifty's.

                                     GIRL
                         And they don't call my parents?

                                     LINDA
                         Not if you're over sixteen.

                                     GIRL
                         Okay. Thanks a lot, Linda.

                                     LINDA
                         And don't let them talk you into a 
                         diaphragm either.

               The Girl thanks Linda again. Linda and Stacy get to the back 
               exit of the mall and Linda uses a key to open the door.

                                     STACY
                         I can't believe I start high school 
                         tomorrow.

                                     LINDA
                         Believe it.

               They exit the mall, into the night.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

               We see all the elements of the first day of school. The 
               students carry new books, explore new lockers, begin to stake 
               out their ground.

               Someone has taken the steel letters from the green vanguard 
               out front. It reads: "IDG MON SENOR HI HO."

               The rest of Ridgemont High is covered with toilet paper. And 
               a black spray paint message along the side of the front office 
               building reads, "LINCOLN SURF NAZIS."

               EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY

               Brad pulls into the Ridgemont High parking lot. He drives a 
               beat-up, four-door model LTD sedan. Three friends wait for 
               him near his parking space.

               They are dressed in the same golf caps with brand logos on 
               the front like CAT, NATIONAL and CHAINSAW.

                                     BUDDY #1
                         Hamilton!

                                     BUDDY #2
                         The cruising vessel! Hey -- Yooooo!

               Brad climbs out of his car and pats it admiringly.

                                     BRAD
                         Six more payments, gentlemen.

               Brad joins his friends, and they walk towards the gymnasium.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT

               We see a shiny, new, blue Mustang whip into the parking lot. 
               Students scatter from the parking space. Behind the wheel is 
               football star Charles Jefferson. A huge, black kid. The halls 
               at Ridgemont part for Charles Jefferson.

               Rat and Damone are in the parking lot. Damone surrounded by 
               underclassmen (customers) selling tickets.

                                     DAMONE
                         See that Mustang? U.C.L.A. gave 
                         Charles Jefferson that car when he 
                         was a sophomore.

               The underclassmen are impressed. They watch as Jefferson 
               opens his car door and stands to his full height, over six-
               foot tall. He opens his trunk and pulls out no books, just a 
               football duffel bag. He slowly walks by Damone, Rat and the 
               underclassmen.

                                     DAMONE
                         How ya doing! That car looks great, 
                         Charles!

               Jefferson gives Damone a death glare.

                                     JEFFERSON
                         Don't... fuck... with... it.

               He moves on. Damone resumes selling tickets.

                                     DAMONE
                         Shit, that's my man.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT

               We see a clutching, smooching couple walk by. Cheerleader 
               Cindy Carr and her boyfriend, Gregg Adams.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY

               The Four Stoners (from Carl's Jr.) tumble out of a van in 
               the parking lot. They head towards the gymnasium.

               INT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - DAY

               Standing by the A-B-C-D-E registration counter in the 
               gymnasium, Brad waits to pick up his red ad card. He stands 
               surrounded by his buddies. They nod vigorously at everything 
               Brad says. As he talks, fellow students all say hello or pat 
               him as they pass.

               One troubled-looking boy, Arnold, walks up to Brad.

                                     ARNOLD
                         Brad, can I talk to you a minute?

                                     BRAD
                         Arnold. What's happening?

               Arnold speaks confidentially to Brad.

                                     ARNOLD
                         Brad, I really fuckin' hate 
                         McDonald's, man. Ever since they 
                         started in with the chicken, 
                         everything went downhill.

                                     BRAD
                         You want to work at Carl's?

                                     ARNOLD
                         Oh, man, if you could swing something 
                         there, I'd do anything for you. I 
                         want to work with you guys.

                                     BRAD
                         I can probably get you in there. 
                         Just let me talk to Dennis Taylor.

                                     ARNOLD
                         All right!!

               Brad notices Stacy and nods with complete inner cool.

                                     STACY
                         Hi, Brad.

                                     BRAD
                         Sis.

                                     BRAD'S BUDDIES
                         Hey, Stacy.

                                     STACY
                         Hi... Where's Lisa?

                                     BRAD
                         Everyone wants to know where Lisa 
                         is. How should I know where Lisa is?
                              (to buddies)
                         What am I gonna do? Now my little 
                         sister goes to the same high school. 
                         The party's over.
                              (to Stacy)
                         So who do you have first period?

                                     STACY
                         U.S. History. Mr. Hand.

                                     BRAD
                         Hey-yo.

                                     DAVID
                         Hey-yoooooooooo.

                                     STACY
                              (concerned)
                         What's wrong with Mr. Hand?

                                     BRAD
                         Nothing... if you like 'Hawaii Five 
                         O.' You better get in class, Stacy.  
                         That's not the one to be late to.

               Stacy hurries off.

                                     RICH
                              (as soon as she is 
                              gone)
                         Your sister is really turning into a 
                         fox.

                                     BRAD
                         You should see her in the morning.

                                     BRAD'S BUDDIES
                         Hey-yooooooooooo.

               INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

               Stacy barely slips in the door before the final attendance 
               bell sounds. She finds a seat just as the teacher's cubicle 
               door opens at the back of the classroom. A tall figure comes 
               barreling down the aisle. He is Mr. Hand. The man makes a 
               double-speed step to the door at the front of the class, 
               kicks the door shut and locks it. The windows rattle in their 
               frames. Stacy watches, wide-eyed, at her first high school 
               class.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Aloha. My name is Mr. Hand.

               Mr. Hand writes his name on the green chalkboard before his 
               class. Every letter is a small explosion of chalk.

                                     MR. HAND
                              (almost sweetly)
                         I have but one question for you on 
                         our first morning 'together.'
                              (pause)
                         Can you attend my class? Pakalo?...  
                         Understand?... History has proven us 
                         one basic fact. Man does not do 
                         anything that is not for his own 
                         good. It is for your own good that 
                         you attend my class. And if you can't 
                         make it... I can make you.

               An impatient knock begins at the front door of the classroom.

                                     MR. HAND
                         We have a twenty-question quiz every 
                         Friday. It will cover all the material 
                         we've dealt with during the week. 
                         There will be no make-up exams. It's 
                         important that you all have your 
                         Land of Truth and Liberty textbooks 
                         by Wednesday. At the latest.

               The knock continues.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Your grade is the average of all 
                         your quizzes, plus the midterm and 
                         final, which counts for one-third.  
                         Got it?

               The mystery knocker tries a lazy calypso beat on the front 
               door. No one in Mr. Hand's U.S. History class dares mention 
               it, much less answer it.

               Stacy grips her desk with the tension of her first day.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Also. There will be no eating in 
                         this class. You get used to doing 
                         your own business on your own time.  
                         That's one demand I make. I don't 
                         like staying after class with you on 
                         detention. That's my time. I don't 
                         like wasting it. Just like you 
                         wouldn't want me to come to your 
                         house some evening and discuss U.S. 
                         History on your time. Pakalo?

               Hand finally turns, as if he has just noticed the sound at 
               the door and opens the door an inch.

               Jeffrey Spicoli stands in the doorway, red eyes glistening. 
               His long, blond hair is still wet and streaming down the 
               back of his white peasant shirt.

               He grins, oblivious to such trivial matters as attendance 
               bells. A Student sitting near Stacy turns to his friends.

                                     STUDENT
                         That guy has been stoned since the 
                         third grade.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Yes?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Yeah. I'm registered for this class.

                                     MR. HAND
                         What class?

                                     SPICOLI
                         This is U.S. History, right? I saw 
                         the globe in the window.

                                     MR. HAND
                              (appears enthralled)
                         Really?

               Spicoli holds his red ad card up to the crack in the door.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Can I come in?

                                     MR. HAND
                              (swinging door open)
                         Oh, please. I get so lonely when 
                         that third attendance bell rings and 
                         I don't see all my kids here.

               Spicoli laughs. He is the only one.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Sorry I'm late. This new schedule is 
                         totally confusing.

               Mr. Hand takes the red ad card and reads from it with utter 
               fascination.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Mr. Spicoli?

                                     SPICOLI
                         That's the name they gave me.

               Mr. Hand slowly tears the card into little pieces and 
               sprinkles the pieces over his wastebasket.

               Spicoli watches in disbelief. His hands are frozen in the 
               process of removing his backpack.

                                     SPICOLI
                         You just ripped my card in two!

                                     MR. HAND
                         Yes.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, bud. What's your problem?

               Mr. Hand moves to within inches of Spicoli's face.

                                     MR. HAND
                         No problem at all. I think you know 
                         where the front office is.

               It takes a moment for the words to work their way out of 
               Jeff Spicoli's mouth.

                                     SPICOLI
                         You... dick.

               In the tense moment that follows, no one in the class is 
               sure what might happen.

               Mr. Hand simply turns away from Jeff Spicoli as if he ceased 
               to exist and coolly continues his lecture.

                                     MR. HAND
                         I've taken the time to print up a 
                         complete schedule of class quizzes, 
                         and the chapters they cover. Please 
                         pass them back to the desks behind 
                         you...

               Hand begins passing out stacks of purple mimeographed sheets.

               ANGLE ON STUDENTS

               all smelling the purple mimeographed sheets.

               Still standing in the doorway, hyperventilating with fifteen-
               year-old adrenaline, is Jeff Spicoli.  After a time, he fishes 
               a few bits of his ad card out of the wastebasket and huffs 
               out of the room.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT LUNCH COURT - AFTERNOON

               It's packed. The school's outdoor dining area is actually 
               just a small courtyard lined with fast food machines and 
               dominated by a large oak tree in the center. Standing at the 
               center of lunch court, under the large oak tree, is Brad 
               Hamilton and his golf-cap Buddies.

                                     BRAD
                         You hear about the surfer in Mr.  
                         Hand's class?

               His Buddies shake their heads.

                                     BRAD
                         Told Hand to fuck off.

                                     BRAD'S BUDDIES
                         Whoa!

               Brad sees another friend pass through lunch court.

                                     BRAD
                         Thompson!

               Brad waits for him to pass.

                                     BRAD
                         I hear Thompson got canned at Bob's 
                         this summer.

                                     BUDDY #1
                         Yeah. They hacked his hours, so he 
                         quit.

                                     BRAD
                         Where is he now?

                                     BUDDY #1
                         Making two eighty at Seven-Eleven.

                                     BRAD
                         Man.
                              (pause)
                         They make you wear a fuckin' candy 
                         stripe suit over there.

                                     BUDDY #2
                         Poor guy.

                                     BRAD
                         Poor guy.

               EXT. LUNCH COURT - ANGLE ON THE 200 BUILDING BATHROOM

               Near the outer rim of lunch court. Jeff Spicoli comes 
               stumbling out into the daylight, surrounded by a small group 
               of Ridgemont Stoners. Marijuana smoke billows out behind 
               them.

                                     STONER BUDDY #1
                         It was so bitchin', mon. Everybody 
                         is talking about it.

                                     STONER BUDDY #2
                         Totally.

                                     SPICOLI
                         The motherfucker pissed me off.

                                     STONER BUDDY #2
                         Totally. You don't have to take that 
                         shit.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I didn't take that shit.

               They all laugh, flip hair out of their eyes.

                                     STONER BUDDY #1
                         Tell us again. What happened after 
                         he ripped up your ad card?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I called him a dick. And then I 
                         reached for his class notes, and I 
                         ripped 'em up. I said, 'Hey bud.  
                         Two can play this game.'

               The Stoners go wild.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I'll tell you this. If he hassles me 
                         again, I can't be responsible for 
                         what happens... you know why?

                                     STONER BUDDY #1
                         Because he's a fuckin' dick!

                                     SPICOLI
                         You got it.
                              (pause)
                         Gimme a dollar.

               One surfer digs out a dollar for Spicoli. They look out at 
               lunch court, see it teeming with straight kids. They turn 
               and walk towards the parking lot.

               EXT. LUNCH COURT - ANGLE ON STACY AND LINDA

               as they walk onto lunch court. They take a seat on the 
               outskirts of the area and watch all the students crowding 
               onto the eating area.

                                     LINDA
                         I hear some surfer pulled a knife on 
                         Mr. Hand this morning.

                                     STACY
                         No way! He just called him a dick.

                                     LINDA
                         God. People exaggerate so much at 
                         this school.

               The school couple, Cindy and Gregg walk by.

                                     CINDY
                         Hi, Linda. God, you look so great.

                                     LINDA
                         Hi, you guys. This is Stacy. Stacy, 
                         this is Gregg Adams and Cindy Carr.

                                     GREGG AND CINDY
                         Hi, Stacy.

               Stacy smiles. Gregg and Cindy move on, repeating the same 
               scene a few feet away.

                                     LINDA
                         If there's one thing that never 
                         changes... it's a cheerleader.

               Stacy turns to see a girl with short, black hair passing by, 
               wearing tight black spandex pants, and dark lipstick.

                                     STACY
                         Linda. That girl looks just like Pat 
                         Benatar.

                                     LINDA
                         I know.

               They watch her pass.

                                     LINDA
                         Actually, there are three girls at 
                         Ridgemont who have cultivated the 
                         Pat Benatar look.

               Linda gestures out on lunch court.

               ANGLE ON ANOTHER PAT BENATAR LOOK-ALIKE

               wearing pink spandex pants and short-cropped black hair with 
               dark lipstick.

               ANGLE ON STILL ANOTHER PAT BENATAR LOOK-ALIKE

               wearing blue spandex pants and short black hair. She stands 
               a good distance away from the other two.

                                     LINDA
                         None of them talk to each other.

               Linda looks at them with bemusement but Stacy is wondering.

                                     STACY
                         Do you think guys find that 
                         attractive?

                                     LINDA
                         Oh, give me a break, Stacy. You're 
                         much prettier than them.

               They sit and eat their lunches. Linda has her perennial diet 
               lunch of yogurt and raw vegetables.

                                     STACY
                         Yeah but they look more sophisticated. 
                         You'd probably think they'd be better 
                         in bed.

                                     LINDA
                         What do you mean 'better in bed.' 
                         You either do it or you don't.

                                     STACY
                         No there are variables that, like, I 
                         might not be good at.

                                     LINDA
                         What variables?

                                     STACY
                              (shyly)
                         Like, you know, giving blow jobs.

                                     LINDA
                         What's the big deal?

                                     STACY
                         Well I never did it.

                                     LINDA
                         There's nothing to it.

               She takes out a carrot stick and eases it down her throat. 
               Stacy tries one but chokes.

                                     LINDA
                         You just have to practice a little 
                         first.
                              (feels her throat)
                         Relax these muscles. Think of your 
                         throat as an open tunnel.

               The girls try sliding the carrot sticks down their throats 
               without gagging.

               ANGLE ON A BOY

               at the next table; sees them and points them out to his 
               companions.

                                     STACY
                         What happens... don't laugh at me, 
                         but when a guy has an orgasm... you 
                         know, like, how much comes out.

               Stacy stops practicing and looks horrified. Linda laughs.

                                     LINDA
                         Just kidding. About 10cc.

                                     STACY
                              (enlightened)
                         Oh! That's where that group got its 
                         name from.

               They continue practicing as the boys look on. Stacy manages 
               to get almost a whole carrot down her throat to Linda's 
               amazement.

               The group of boys break out in applause.

               Stacy looks very embarrassed.

               INT. BIOLOGY LAB - DAY

               The class is situated so that all students sit at Bunson 
               burner tables lining the room.

               Pat is seated at one of the tables and Stacy takes a seat 
               nearby; she looks at the ledge in front of her. It contains 
               a pig embryo. She listens to the conversation next to her.

                                     GIRL STUDENT
                         I'll tell you right now. I'm not 
                         going. I'll get sick or something.  
                         I'm not going into a room with a 
                         bunch of dead guys.

                                     ARNOLD
                         You'll go. It's part of the final.

                                     GIRL STUDENT
                              (a Pat Benatar)
                         Have you heard what they do? I'm 
                         serious. Have you heard?

                                     BOY STUDENT
                         What?

                                     ARNOLD
                         The bodies are dissected, Mike, and 
                         Mr. Vargas pulls out parts of the 
                         dead body and holds them up. Okay?

                                     BOY STUDENT
                         You mean he reaches in and pulls 
                         this stuff out?

                                     GIRL STUDENT
                         Yes.

                                     BOY STUDENT
                         Like a heart?

                                     GIRL STUDENT
                         Hearts, lungs, guts...

               Stacy strains to hear more, just as Mr. Vargas -- a diminutive 
               man holding a coffee mug -- enters the class.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Good day, everyone! I just switched 
                         to Sanka. I'm running a little slow 
                         today, so have a heart.

               ANGLE ON THE RAT

               He is riveted on Stacy Hamilton, swooning.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. STACY'S ROOM - NIGHT

               We see Stacy's room, a young girl's room with posters and 
               frilly pillows. Stacy is in bed, and her Mother is just 
               leaving the room.

                                     MOTHER
                         Sleep tight, Stacy.

                                     STACY
                         Good night, Mom.

               Her Mother shuts off the light, exits. Stacy pulls back the 
               covers. She is fully dressed.

               EXT. STACY'S WINDOW - NIGHT

               We see the window to Stacy's room slide slowly open, and 
               watch her slip outside. She hikes down a drainage pipe to 
               the street.

               EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

               A brown MG pulls up. Stacy jumps from the shadows and hops 
               in. The car drives away.

               INT. RON'S CAR - NIGHT

               Ron sits behind the wheel, humming casually along to the 
               music on his car stereo.

               Ron has on a light-brown leather jacket. He looks like a 
               contestant for "The Dating Game."

                                     STACY
                              (a little nervous)
                         Thanks for picking me up.

                                     RON
                         No problem.

               He speeds off, turning up the radio to sing along.

                                     RON
                         'The Cuer-vo Gold, the fi-ine 
                         Columbian.'
                              (eyes Stacy)
                         You look nice tonight.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks. So do you.

                                     RON
                         Where do you feel like going?

                                     STACY
                         I don't know. Wherever you want.

                                     RON
                         How about the point?

                                     STACY
                              (nervously)
                         The point sounds fine.

                                     RON
                              (looks at her knowingly)
                         All right, the point it is.

               We see Stacy's anxious face, as the car speeds up Ridgemont 
               Drive, with music.

               EXT. THE POINT - NIGHT

               Stacy and Ron sit in the car, listening to music.

               The "point" is a natural lookout spot that lovers can 
               "discover." It is behind the baseball field and dugout of 
               Ridgemont High School.

               Stacy and Ron get out of the car and walk to the baseball 
               dugout.

               INT. DUGOUT - NIGHT

               They sit side-by-side. Above them, a single light bulb shines 
               a very private fifty watts on things.

                                     STACY
                         That's a nice shirt.

                                     RON
                         Thanks. Thanks a lot.

               Silence. They look at each other, look away.

                                     RON
                         It's very warm out tonight.

                                     STACY
                         It is. It's very warm. I wonder how 
                         long it will last?

               Ron leans over and kisses Stacy lightly on the cheek. Stacy 
               sits quietly for a moment, thinking, was that the first move? 
               Then she lunges at Ron and kisses him square on the mouth. 
               At first surprised, Ron then holds her there and kisses her 
               in return. After a time, he breaks away.

                                     RON
                         Are you really nineteen?

                                     STACY
                         Yes... I am really nineteen.

               They continue making out.

                                     RON
                         I think I better take you home.

                                     STACY
                         What about those other guys you live 
                         with?

                                     RON
                         No. I mean back to your home.

               But they make no moves in any direction. They continue making 
               out. Ron begins unbuttoning her blouse and massaging Stacy's 
               breasts. A moment later, he tugs at her pants. Awkwardly, 
               she starts to help him. He tilts her backward onto the 
               concrete dugout bench. They kiss feverishly, her hand pulling 
               off her shoes, then her pants. Ron goes to work.

                                     RON
                              (whispers)
                         Is this your first time?

                                     STACY
                         Yes.

               STACY'S POINT OF VIEW

               as she feels a man enter her for the first time, we see the 
               graffiti above her:

               Surf Nazis Lincoln was here --  Sieg Heil Led Zeppelin Dan y 
               Roberto (Disco Fags)

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. SCHOOL LOCKERS - DAY

               Stacy is standing by her locker, twirling the combination. 
               She is joined by Linda Barrett.

                                     LINDA
                         Was it great?

                                     STACY
                         It was okay.

                                     LINDA
                         You'll always remember your first 
                         time.

                                     STACY
                         It was nice.

                                     LINDA
                         So tell me, do you like Ron? Is it 
                         serious?

                                     STACY
                         Come on, Linda. It's just sex.

                                     LINDA
                         Hey! That's my line!

               They both laugh and walk down the hall.

               EXT. HAMILTON HOME - LATE AFTERNOON

               Stacy arrives home. The Hamilton home has that anonymous 
               prepackaged tract look, like many others in this lower-middle 
               class neighborhood.

               Brad washes his car in the driveway and listens to the car 
               radio.

                                     BRAD
                         Mom says to clean up the pool.

                                     STACY
                         Why can't you do it?

                                     BRAD
                         Your friends use the pool. Your 
                         friends messed it up.

                                     STACY
                         Your friends use the pool too.

                                     BRAD
                         I take out the garbage.

                                     STACY
                         Don't strain yourself.

               Stacy bristles, and heads inside the front door.

               INT. HAMILTON LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON

               The furniture in the Hamilton living room looks like it was 
               gleaned for a sale at Pic 'N Save. Through the living room, 
               one can see a very small, kidney-shaped pool.

               Stacy checks an erasable telephone message sheet near the 
               refrigerator. There are two names on it:

               BRAD/STACY. Brad's side is filled with messages.

               Stacy's is empty.

               She notices a summer bouquet floral arrangement.

               Stacy reads the attached note. It reads: "Memories of You, 
               Ron Johnson." She quickly gathers it up and carries it back 
               outside. She fans the door several times to dispel the odor.

               EXT. HAMILTON DRIVEWAY - AFTERNOON

                                     STACY
                         Brad! Have Mom or Dad seen this?

                                     BRAD
                         They're not home yet.

                                     STACY
                         Brad, what would you say if I asked 
                         you to just put these flowers in the 
                         trunk of the Cruising Vessel and get 
                         rid of them at work?

                                     BRAD
                         I'd say... who the hell is Ron 
                         Johnson?

                                     STACY
                         I'll explain everything later.

               Brad nods, as Stacy pushes the flowers into his arms.

               INT. DAMONE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

               Damone expertly fills two glasses three-quarters full of 
               Kahlua, then adds a few drops of milk.

               Music is playing on a nearby speaker. Damone hands The Rat a 
               drink and checks himself out in his mirror.

                                     DAMONE
                         See that moustache coming in, Rat?

               There is only a hint of peach fuzz, but he grooms it anyway.

                                     DAMONE
                         See? You can almost press it out.

               Damone turns around. His friend is preoccupied.

                                     THE RAT
                         I am in love.

               Damone takes a sip of his drink, looks at The Rat.

                                     DAMONE
                         You... are a wuss. Part wimp. Part 
                         pussy.

                                     THE RAT
                         What do you mean -- wuss? This girl 
                         is my exact type. It's her.  
                         Definitely her.

                                     DAMONE
                              (distracted)
                         It's definitely your mama.

                                     THE RAT
                         Damone, you gotta listen to me.

               Damone quits puttering around his room with the Kahlua and 
               milk. He grabs a chair and straddles it.

                                     DAMONE
                         All right... where did you see her?

                                     THE RAT
                         She's in my biology class.

                                     DAMONE
                         Did you get her number?

                                     THE RAT
                         No.

                                     DAMONE
                         Did you get her name?

                                     THE RAT
                         No. It's too soon.

                                     DAMONE
                         It's never too soon! Girls decide 
                         how far to let you go in the first 
                         five minutes.

                                     THE RAT
                         Well, what do you want me to do? Go 
                         up to this strange girl in my biology 
                         class and say, 'Hello! I'd like you 
                         to take your clothes off and jump on 
                         me?'

                                     DAMONE
                              (thoughtfully)
                         I would. Yeah.

                                     THE RAT
                         Really?

                                     DAMONE
                         I can see it all now. This is going 
                         to be just like the girl you fell in 
                         love with at Fotomat this summer. 
                         You bought forty bucks of fuckin' 
                         film and you never even talked to 
                         her.

                                     THE RAT
                              (woeful)
                         You tell me, Mike. What do I do?

                                     DAMONE
                         Okay. Okay.
                              (sighs, but loves it)
                         Here's what you do.

               Damone gets up, moves to the door.

                                     DAMONE
                         You start from the second you walk 
                         into biology. Don't just walk... 
                         move across the room.

               He saunters over to the chair.

                                     DAMONE
                         Don't talk to her. Let her know.  
                         Use your face. Use your body. Use 
                         everything. This is what I do. I 
                         just sent out the vibe and I have 
                         personally found that... girls do 
                         respond. Something happens.

                                     THE RAT
                         Of course something happens. You put 
                         the vibe out to thirty million chicks, 
                         you know something's gonna happen.

                                     DAMONE
                         That's the idea, Rat. That's The 
                         Attitude.

                                     THE RAT
                         The Attitude? The Attitude dictates 
                         that you don't care if she comes, 
                         stays, lays or prays. Whatever 
                         happens, your toes are still tappin'.  
                         When you are the cruelest and the 
                         coolest... then you have The Attitude.

               Damone knocks down the rest of his drink, and we...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. CARL'S JR. KITCHEN - NIGHT

               We see Brad operating at full throttle in the kitchen, and 
               taking a moment to sneak a kiss with his girlfriend Lisa as 
               she goes to the front counter to open up a cash register. 
               She allows him only one kiss.

                                     LISA
                         Were those flowers really for me, 
                         Brad?

                                     BRAD
                         Of course.

                                     LISA
                         How much did they cost?

                                     BRAD
                         Don't worry about it.

               She gives him a kiss... on the cheek.

                                     BRAD
                         Let's go to the Point tonight.

               She pulls away.

                                     LISA
                         What's there to do at the Point?

               Brad shifts his weight, tries to find the right words.

                                     BRAD
                         What's there to do at the Point?  
                         God, Lisa, we've been going together 
                         almost two years, and...

                                     LISA
                         Brad. I don't want to have to use 
                         sex as a tool.

                                     BRAD
                         Tool? Tool for what? We've been going 
                         together almost two years!

                                     LISA
                         I don't want to talk about it here, 
                         Brad.

               Brad prepares to respond. He squints his eyes, prepares for 
               a truly sizzling comeback, when Dennis Taylor, short and 
               prematurely balding assistant manager of Carl's Jr., comes 
               bustling out of his back office. He quickly surveys the 
               situation in the kitchen.

                                     TAYLOR
                         Hamilton! You have fifteen double 
                         cheese to box!

               Lisa returns to her cashier post, leaving Brad's last words 
               stalled in his mouth.

               EXT. HAMILTON HOUSE - LATER THAT NIGHT

               We see the Hamilton's cul-de-sac home. All the lights are 
               off in the house at this hour. Except for Brad's room.

               INT. BRAD'S ROOM

               Brad is alone in his room. He's prone on his neatly made 
               bed, reading a paperback book entitled Power With Class. On 
               the wall of Brad's room is a large framed photo of a Carl's 
               Jr. hamburger.

               Brad hears a muffled knock at his door.

                                     BRAD
                         Come on in.

               Stacy walks into Brad's room.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks for getting rid of those 
                         flowers.

                                     BRAD
                         Don't worry about it. Who sent the 
                         flowers?

                                     STACY
                         It's just some guy I met at Swenson's. 
                         You don't know him.

                                     BRAD
                         I don't care it you tell me or not.  
                         I got problems of my own.

               He begins pacing.

                                     STACY
                         Is everything okay at work?

                                     BRAD
                         Are you kidding? Work is great. I 
                         kill at work. I don't even mind Mom 
                         and Dad making me pay rent.

                                     STACY
                         You're going to break up with Lisa, 
                         aren't you?

                                     BRAD
                         I've been doing some thinking. It's 
                         my last school year. I'm a single, 
                         successful guy. I think I want my 
                         freedom.

                                     STACY
                         Why? Because she won't sleep with 
                         you?

                                     BRAD
                         Where did you hear that?

                                     STACY
                         I'm just guessing.

                                     BRAD
                         Well... it's true.

                                     STACY
                         Maybe you just need to give her some 
                         time. She's so nice, Brad. Everybody 
                         loves Lisa.

                                     BRAD
                         Everybody loves Lisa. Everybody loves 
                         Lisa. But everybody doesn't have to 
                         be her boyfriend.

               Suddenly, Stacy pops the question.

                                     STACY
                         Hey, Brad. Are you still a virgin?

                                     BRAD
                         Why?

                                     STACY
                         I don't know. I was just curious.

                                     BRAD
                         Maybe yes. Maybe no.

                                     STACY
                         You are a virgin!

                                     BRAD
                         I didn't say that.

                                     STACY
                         But your face did!

               They laugh. Then Brad turns serious.

                                     BRAD
                         Are you still a virgin?

                                     STACY
                         Maybe yes. Maybe no.

                                     BRAD
                         Don't give me that shit! I know you're 
                         still a virgin!

               Stacy smiles and stands up. She playfully slaps her brother 
               on the arm and walks down the hallway to her room. We can 
               see there is less frill and lace in Stacy's room. The junior 
               high paperbacks are gone. There are no dolls in sight.

               EXT. MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

               Linda and Stacy walk past rows of cars. Stacy stops at a 
               brown MG.

                                     STACY
                         There... There's his car. I know 
                         he's at work tonight. He hasn't come 
                         into Swenson's since he called my 
                         house. My mother told him I was still 
                         at high school, after I told him I 
                         was nineteen. I guess I should tell 
                         him I'm fifteen.

                                     LINDA
                         Don't you dare, you'll never hear 
                         from him again.

                                     STACY
                         Does Doug care that you're seventeen?

                                     LINDA
                         Doug sees beyond that stuff to what 
                         the person inside is like. That's 
                         why I'm marrying him.

                                     STACY
                         If he ever calls again I'll say I'm 
                         eighteen.

                                     LINDA
                         Boy I am so glad to be through with 
                         all these games.

               They enter the mall.

               INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - MORNING

               We are now several weeks into the school year. Mr. Hand is 
               dropping test papers on desks like they are pieces of manure.

                                     MR. HAND
                         C... D... F... F... F... three weeks 
                         we've been talking about the Platt 
                         Amendment. What are you people? On 
                         dope? A piece of legislation was 
                         introduced into Congress by Senator 
                         John Platt. It was passed in 1906. 
                         This amendment to our Constitution 
                         has a profound impact upon all of 
                         our daily liv....

               Mr. Hand stops on a dime. He is like a champion hunting dog 
               that has just picked up the scent. He scans the room.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Where is Jeff Spicoli?

               There is silence in the U.S. history classroom.

                                     MR. HAND
                         I saw him earlier today near the 200 
                         Building bathrooms. Is he still on 
                         campus?

               Silence.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Anyone?

               One student sitting next to Stacy raises his hand.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Yes, Desmond?

                                     DESMOND
                         I saw him by the food machines.

                                     MR. HAND
                         How long ago?

                                     DESMOND
                         Just before class, sir...

               Mr. Hand snaps his fingers, Hawaii Five-O style.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Okay. Bring him in.

               Desmond hustles out the door.

                                     MR. HAND
                         What is this fascination with truancy? 
                         What is it that gets inside your 
                         heads?

               Mr. Hand begins to pace the aisles as he speaks.  
               Occasionally, for emphasis, he bends down to lecture directly 
               into the students' faces.

                                     MR. HAND
                         There are other teachers in this 
                         school who look the other way at 
                         truants.
                              (points to attendance 
                              clip on the doorway)
                         It's a little game that you both 
                         play. They pretend they don't see 
                         you, you pretend you don't ditch.  
                         Who pays the price later? You.

               Desmond returns to the room with a red-eyed Jeff Spicoli.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey! Wait a minute! There's no 
                         birthday party for me here!

                                     MR. HAND
                         Thank you, Desmond.
                              (to Spicoli)
                         What's the reason for your truancy?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I couldn't make it in time.

                                     MR. HAND
                              (in top form)
                         You mean, you couldn't? Or you 
                         wouldn't?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I don't know, mon. The food lines 
                         took forever.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Food will be eaten on your time!
                              (pause)
                         Why are you continuously late for 
                         this class, Mr. Spicoli? Why do you 
                         shamelessly waste my time like this?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I don't know.

               Mr. Hand appears mesmerized. He then turns and heads for the 
               board. He writes in long, large letters as he slams the chalk 
               into the green board.

               He writes: "I DON'T KNOW".

                                     MR. HAND
                         I like that.

               He stands back and admires it. He turns randomly to Stacy.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Don't you like that, Miss Hamilton?

                                     STACY
                         Yes, sir.

                                     MR. HAND
                         I really like that too. 'I don't 
                         know'... that's nice. 'Mr. Hand, 
                         will I pass this class?' 'Gee, Mr.  
                         Spicoli, I don't know'. I like that.  
                         I think I'm going to leave your words 
                         on this board for all my classes to 
                         enjoy. Giving you full credit, of 
                         course, Mr. Spicoli.

               We hear the blare of the dismissal bell. Stacy and the other 
               students get up to leave. Spicoli stays in place. He has 
               just figured out a truly bitchin' comeback... and his mouth 
               is forming the first word, when Mr. Hand cuts him off.

                                     MR. HAND
                         You can go now.

               Hand turns back to his desk. The rest of the students have 
               already left. Spicoli's audience is gone. He shrugs and lopes 
               out the door.

               INT. RIDGEMONT MALL - AFTERNOON

               It's Christmas time at the Ridgemont Mall. All three tiers 
               are strung with neon lights, and we hear the sound of the 
               bell-ringing Santas.

               INT. SWENSON'S - AFTERNOON

               Stacy and Linda are enjoying a brief lull in the Christmas 
               season madness. They sit at the sundae bar. Stacy looks 
               forlorn, almost red-eyed, as she makes a sundae.

                                     LINDA
                         You've got to get used to working 
                         Christmas. People are always screaming 
                         and yelling... then they get home 
                         and they're all Christmasy.

                                     STACY
                         I think Christmas brings out the 
                         worst in people.

                                     LINDA
                         I guess Ron hasn't called yet.

                                     STACY
                         Not since November.

               Linda nods her head, always the coach.

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy, it doesn't look good for the 
                         relationship.

               Stacy continues making her ice cream, slapping the scoops 
               onto the stainless steel dish.

                                     STACY
                              (sighs)
                         Don't you think it meant anything to 
                         him. Even if I am fifteen?

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy. What does it matter? He's a 
                         stereo salesman. You want to marry 
                         him? You want to have kids with him? 
                         You want this guy to come home, fifty 
                         years old, and he's still got that 
                         little Pacific Stereo badge on? Come 
                         on.

               ANGLE ON GREGG AND CINDY

               who are seated at a back table, feeding each other.

               Stacy looks at her finished sundae.

                                     STACY
                         I should quit this job. I'm going to 
                         get so fat working here... nobody 
                         will ever take me out.

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy. How many times do I have to 
                         tell you? You are really going to be 
                         beautiful... someday.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks a lot.

               Linda punches Stacy lightly on the shoulder.

                                     LINDA
                         Hey -- Ron Johnson? It's his loss.

               We follow Stacy, as she walks into the dining room to serve 
               the sundae.

               INT. WHEREHOUSE RECORDS - MALL - DAY

               We see a group of buzz-cut young toughs, walking in formation, 
               hunched over, sneering and wearing sleeveless U.S. Army 
               fatigue jackets. None of these damaged-looking kids is over 
               the age of fourteen.

               They pass to reveal this legend on their backs:

               LINCOLN SURF NAZIS.

               Angle on Mike Damone and Mark Ratner, who are standing by 
               the upcoming concert list posted on the door to Wherehouse 
               Records. Damone sees the Surf Nazis pass, turns to Mark 
               Ratner, who is still wearing his Cinema Four jacket.

                                     DAMONE
                         The business is changing, Rat. I'll 
                         tell you, these kids today... they 
                         don't even listen to Aerosmith.

                                     THE RAT
                         I hear they all dress like that at 
                         Lincoln now.

                                     DAMONE
                         There used to be three or four of 
                         those guys. Now we see 'em every 
                         time we come to the mall.

               Damone is approached by a couple of young ticket Customers.

                                     CUSTOMER #1
                         Got any Blue Oyster Cult tickets?

                                     DAMONE
                         No Cult. I ate twenty-four pairs of 
                         Blue Oyster Cult tickets last time 
                         around. I was this close to working 
                         at 7-11. No Cult.

               Suddenly we see all ticket business stop. Damone and his 
               customers see someone menacingly coming directly for them. 
               The small crowd parts as Charles Jefferson, football duffel 
               bag in hand, walks up. With him is a thick, tough, miniature 
               version of himself. This is Little Charles. They both stop 
               in front of Damone.

                                     JEFFERSON
                              (after long look)
                         When is Earth, Wind and Fire coming?

                                     DAMONE
                              (respectfully)
                         I'm really not sure. I haven't heard 
                         anything yet, but I'll let you know 
                         the second there is the slightest 
                         news, sir.

                                     JEFFERSON
                         I'm taking my little brother.

                                     DAMONE
                         Excellent. So that will be two 
                         tickets... All right. Fine, sir.

               Jefferson and L.C. push past the customers.

                                     CUSTOMER #2
                         Wow. He really lives here. I thought 
                         he just flew in for the football 
                         games.

                                     DAMONE
                              (gaining composure)
                         Shit, he's my man. He knows where to 
                         come for tickets.

               Damone turns to The Rat.

                                     DAMONE
                         Well, Rat. Are you ready for the 
                         moment of truth?

               The Rat adjusts his jacket, and nods.

                                     THE RAT
                         She is immune to my charms.

               They walk together towards Swenson's, as The Rat drapes his 
               aqua-blue Cinema Four jacket around his shoulders, like a 
               French film director. Damone walks a few steps, then stops 
               Rat.

                                     DAMONE
                         Hey, Rat.

                                     THE RAT
                         Yeah?

                                     DAMONE
                         Ace the jacket.

               The Rat considers the suggestion, gets rid of the jacket. 
               They continue towards Swenson's.

               EXT. SWENSON'S - DAY

               The Rat pulls open the door to Swenson's. He walks toward 
               the counter to Stacy Hamilton.

                                     STACY
                         Hi. May I help you?

               The Rat feels the beginnings of cold panic, but barges through 
               nonetheless.

                                     THE RAT
                         Yes. I have two questions. I was 
                         curious...

               His voice becomes a shade deeper. He begins to pull The 
               Attitude together.

                                     THE RAT
                         What do you do with the jackets people 
                         leave here?

                                     STACY
                              (smiling)
                         We keep them.

                                     THE RAT
                         You keep them.

                                     STACY
                         We keep them, in case the people 
                         come back.

               She reaches under the counter and pulls out a cardboard box 
               with some rumbled jackets and other items.

                                     STACY
                         Here they are. You can look through 
                         it, if you want.

               The Rat chuckles to himself, struggling with The Attitude.

                                     THE RAT
                         It's cool. It would take too much 
                         time to go through all that stuff.  
                         I'll just pick up a new one.

               Stacy smiles. He's obviously awkward, and she likes it.

                                     STACY
                         What's your other question?

                                     THE RAT
                         My other question is... can-I-have 
                         your-phone-number-so-I-can-ask-you 
                         out-sometime?

               To The Rat's surprise, Stacy continues smiling.

                                     STACY
                         Do you have a pen? This one's out of 
                         ink.

                                     THE RAT
                         Oh... yes.

               He pulls one out of his jacket pocket, gives it to her. Stacy 
               writes her name and phone number on a scrap of paper and 
               gives it to him. The Rat looks at the paper.

                                     THE RAT
                         Stacy. Nice to meet you, Stacy. My 
                         name is Mark Ratner.

               He sticks out his hand, and they shake. We see The Rat turn 
               around and walk out of Swenson's.

               EXT. SWENSON'S - AFTERNOON

               The Rat exits with ultimate cool. He sees Damone waiting 
               just off to the side, talking to some girls. The Rat nods, 
               gives him the thumbs-up. Damone returns the gesture. All-
               Attitude.

               EXT. CARL'S JR. - MORNING

               Carl's is happening tonight. There are lots of kids inside. 
               We hear charging rock music -- "Girls Got Rhythm" by AC/DC -- 
               coming from a radio in the back kitchen.

               INT. CARL'S JR. BATHROOM - MORNING

               Inside the bathroom, Brad Hamilton applies the Carl's scrub 
               brush to a felt tip graffiti message near the mirror: I EAT 
               BIG HAIRY PUSSY. He pauses and catches himself in the mirror. 
               He adjusts his hair.

                                     BRAD
                              (talking to mirror)
                         Lisa? I have something to tell you.  
                         Look, I'm a senior now. I'm a single, 
                         successful guy and I've got to be 
                         fair to myself. Lisa... I think I 
                         need my freedom.

               Brad pauses, looks at the mirror soulfully.

                                     BRAD
                         Aw, don't do that... don't take it 
                         personally, okay? Please? I knew 
                         you'd understand, because...

               The bathroom door opens -- it's Arnold, the boy who Brad got 
               a job.

                                     ARNOLD
                         Brad! I know you're on your break, 
                         but would you cover me on register 
                         three?

               Brad nods, exits:

               INT. CARL'S JR. COUNTER

               Brad stands at the register.

               We see a prominent display over Brad's head: TRY OUR 100% 
               GUARANTEED BREAKFAST. The last of many harried businessmen 
               customers gets his breakfast order and takes his seat.

               Brad is joined by Dennis Taylor, the Assistant Manager.

                                     DENNIS
                         Come on. Clean that counter off Brad. 
                         Let's go. Play ball.

                                     BRAD
                         Okay, Dennis.

               Brad begins polishing the counter and Dennis Taylor returns 
               to his office at the back of the kitchen.

               Brad watches him disappear behind the door that says: 
               ASSISTANT MANAGER.

               As soon as Dennis disappears behind the door, the one 
               Businessman in the place rises and returns to the counter.

                                     BRAD
                              (nervously)
                         May I help you?

               The Businessman has short, curly brown hair. He speaks in a 
               whine.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         Yes. This is not the best breakfast 
                         I ever ate.

               The Businessman points to the huge display over Brad's head: 
               TRY OUR 100% GUARANTEED BREAKFAST.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         And I want my money back.

               Brad begins searching under the counter.

                                     BRAD
                         Well, I believe you have to fill out 
                         a form. There's a pad right around 
                         here.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         No. I want my money back right now.

                                     BRAD
                         Well, that's not the way it works, 
                         really. And you ate most of your 
                         food already, too...

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         See that sign? It says 100% Money 
                         Back Guarantee. Do you know the 
                         meaning of the word 'guarantee'? Do 
                         they teach you that here? Give me my 
                         money back.

               Brad begins looking to the restroom. "Where's Arnold?"

                                     BRAD
                         I can't do that. But if you wait a 
                         minute...

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                              (as if talking to a 
                              kindergartner)
                         Look. Just put your little hand back 
                         in the cash register and give me my 
                         $2.75 back. Okay?
                              (looks at name tag)
                         Please, Brad?

                                     BRAD
                         I'm sorry, sir. Just let me find the 
                         forms here.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         I am so tired. I am so tired of 
                         dealing with morons. How hard is it 
                         to...

               Brad looks up from under the counter. No amount of pay will 
               make him take that kind of insult.

                                     BRAD
                         Mister, if you don't shut up, I'm 
                         gonna kick 100% of your ass.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         Manager!!

               "Bam!" The door to the Assistant Manager's office swings 
               open, and Dennis comes hurtling out of the back.

                                     DENNIS
                         Can I help you, sir? Is there a 
                         problem?

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         You bet there's a problem! Your 
                         employee used profanity and threatened 
                         me with violence! I'm shocked, 
                         frankly. I've eaten here many times 
                         and I've always enjoyed the service -- 
                         until today!

               Angle on bathroom door as it opens and Arnold starts towards 
               the register. He quickly sees the incident with the irate 
               Businessman and ducks back inside the bathroom.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         All I wanted was my money back for 
                         this breakfast. It was a little 
                         undercooked. And this young man 
                         threatened me. Now I plan to write a 
                         letter! I plan to...

               Dennis wheels around to Brad.

                                     DENNIS
                         Did you threaten this man or use 
                         profanity in any way?

                                     BRAD
                         He insulted me first. He called me a 
                         moron.

                                     DENNIS
                         Did you threaten this customer or 
                         use profanity in any way?

                                     BRAD
                         Yes, sir.

                                     DENNIS
                         You're fired.

               Brad looks around, expecting his friends to defend him. Dave 
               and Rich seem very occupied with their work. Brad is stunned.

                                     DENNIS
                              (to Businessman)
                         I'm very sorry this happened to you, 
                         sir.

                                     BUSINESSMAN
                         Thank you very much.

               Then Brad unhooks his fryer's apron and throws it on the 
               counter. He grabs a backpack and walks out of the place. On 
               the way, he bangs the bathroom door with his fist.

                                     BRAD
                         I hope you had a hell of a piss, 
                         Arnold.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BRAD'S ROOM - DAY

               He arrives back in his room and locks the door. He yanks the 
               burger picture off his wall, dumps it into the trash. Then 
               he takes it back out of the trash and cracks the cardboard 
               picture and plastic frame in half.

               DARKNESS

               We are in the middle of a deep, dark void. After a moment, a 
               pinprick of light appears in the distance. We head towards 
               the light. We are being led somewhere important.

               As we draw still closer, curtains suddenly part to reveal a 
               wildly cheering studio audience. We hear the voice of Merv 
               Griffin.

                                     MERV GRIFFIN (O.S.)
                         Will you please give a warm welcome 
                         to... Jeff Spicoli!

               The Merv Griffin Show band begins playing a Merv Griffin 
               Show version of AC/DC's "Highway to Hell".  Someone hands 
               Jeff Spicoli a microphone. He works the studio audience into 
               a frenzy as he sings the words to "Highway to Hell": Merv 
               Griffin show style.

                                     SPICOLI
                              (singing)
                         'Layin' ladies! Drinkin' wine! You 
                         gotta dollar -- You're a friend of 
                         mine! Gettin' loose! Feelin' fine! 
                         You and me -- It's get down time!  
                         We're on the Highway to Hell! The 
                         Highway to Hell!'

               Spicoli finishes up with a spectacular pump. The audience 
               goes wild as Merv Griffin greets him warmly, and guides 
               Spicoli to his seat. Spicoli motions for the cheers to die 
               down. Griffin is obviously happy to see him. He touches 
               Spicoli's arm lightly.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         How've you been?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Outrageous, Merv. Nice to be here.  
                         I feel great.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         I was going to say... your eyes look 
                         a little red.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I've been swimming, Merv.

               The audience howls. It's a famous Spicoli line.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Seriously, Merv, everything is great.  
                         I was thinking about picking up some 
                         hash this weekend, maybe going up to 
                         the mountains.

                                     GRIFFIN
                              (concerned)
                         I wanted to talk a little bit about 
                         school, if I could...

                                     SPICOLI
                         School.
                              (sighs)
                         School is no problem. All you have 
                         to do is go to get the grades. And 
                         if you know something, all you have 
                         to do is go about half the time.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         How often do you go?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I don't go at all.

               The audience is howling again. He is Merv's favorite guest.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         I hear you brought a film clip with 
                         you. Do you want to set it up for 
                         us?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Well, it pretty much speaks for 
                         itself. Peter, you want to run with 
                         it?

               EXT. A MASSIVE WAVE - DAY

               The film clip begins. It is a mammoth wave cresting against 
               the blue sky.

                                     SPICOLI (V.O.)
                         Merv, this is the action down at 
                         Sunset Cliffs at about six in the 
                         morning.

                                     GRIFFIN (V.O.)
                         Fascinating.

               A tiny figure appears at the foot of the wave.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         Who's that?

                                     SPICOLI
                         That's me, Merv.

               The audience gasps.

                                     GRIFFIN (V.O.)
                         Are you going to ride that wave?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Totally.

               We watch as Spicoli catches the perfect wave, and it hurtles 
               him through a turquoise tube of water.

                                     GRIFFIN
                         What's going through your mind right 
                         here, Jeff? The danger of it all?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Merv, I'm thinking... I've only got 
                         about four good hours of surfing 
                         left before these little clowns from 
                         junior high start showing up with 
                         their boogie boards.

               The audience is howling once again... when suddenly we hear 
               the loud noise of a door opening, followed by a shrill voice. 
               It is Spicoli's eight-year-old brother, Curtis.

               Jeff Spicoli's dream of glory evaporates.

               INT. SPICOLI'S TRAILER HOME - MORNING

               It is a messy trailer, part of a trailer park by the sea. 
               Spicoli's area is small, but he has made it his own. The 
               walls are covered with posters, almost all of them naked 
               centerfolds. It is obvious Spicoli's parents are not welcome 
               in his room.

                                     CURTIS
                         Dad says you have to get up!

                                     SPICOLI
                         Ugh.

               He groans, starts to struggle out of bed.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Leave me alone!

                                     CURTIS
                         Dad says you're late again, you 
                         butthole!

                                     SPICOLI
                         Leave me alone.

                                     CURTIS
                         Dad says!

               Spicoli reaches over to the floor next to his bed. He pulls 
               a snorkel from the mess, heaves it at the door and his little 
               brother. It bounces off the wall and doesn't even hit Curtis, 
               but the kid starts crying anyway.

                                     CURTIS
                         Daaaaaaaad! Jeff threw a snorkel at 
                         me!!!!!!

               Spicoli gets out of bed, groans again, and kicks the door 
               shut.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM

               celebrating the big game with rival Lincoln High School. We 
               see Jeff Spicoli stumble from the direction of the parking 
               lot. He heads into the gym, which is already full for a 
               mandatory assembly.

               INT. GYMNASIUM - DOORWAY - DAY

               Spicoli wanders into the assembly, takes a seat on a corner 
               bleacher. He sits just below Brad Hamilton and Lisa.

               On podium in front of assembly, Cindy Carr and another 
               cheerleader, Dina Phillips, are making a presentation before 
               the school.

                                     CINDY
                         I just want to say that we are not 
                         'Spirit Bunnies' anymore. We always 
                         hated that name. It bugged the heck 
                         out of Dina and me...

                                     DINA
                         It's just such a put down.

                                     CINDY
                         They don't call the Chess Club 
                         'Checker Champs' or anything like 
                         that. We're going to go to everything 
                         this year, you guys. We're going to 
                         go to soccer, wrestling, basketball... 
                         everything. We know you've got a lot 
                         of spirit! Everybody -- riiiiiight? 
                         And we're gonna destroy Lincoln next 
                         week? Riiiiiiight?

               ANGLE ON THE STUDENTS OF RIDGEMONT

               They don't respond.

               ANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI

               who is asleep in the bleachers.

               ANGLE ON BRAD AND LISA

               sitting nearby. We hear them over the drone of the assembly.

                                     BRAD
                         Man, I don't even want to see those 
                         guys from Carl's again.

                                     LISA
                         If you'd apologize I think Dennis 
                         would take you back.

                                     BRAD
                         Apologize to that wimp? No way.  
                         Fuck Dennis Taylor.

               They sit in silence for a moment.

                                     BRAD
                         I'm just glad we're still together, 
                         Lisa, because I need you this year.

                                     LISA
                              (sighs)
                         Look, Brad, I've been trying to think 
                         of a way to tell you this. We're 
                         almost out of high school, this is 
                         our last year. I think we owe it to 
                         ourselves to be free, and meet some 
                         new people. Then, if we get back 
                         together, we'll know it's the right 
                         thing.

               TIGHT ANGLE ON BRAD'S FACE

               as he accepts the news.

                                     LISA
                         But I still want to be friends.

               TIGHT ANGLE ON BRAD'S FACE

               as it falls slack.

               INT. GYM - PODIUM IN FRONT OF ASSEMBLY

                                     CINDY
                         We're going to be going to every 
                         game this year. We just want the 
                         crowd to participate and we want 
                         spirit from every little person in 
                         this entire school. Allll-Riiiight?

               There is unenthusiastic, minor applause from the assembled 
               students of Ridgemont High. Vice Principal Ray Connors, a 
               tough-looking man with an H.R. Haldeman crew cut, approaches 
               the podium. He has a sour look on his face.

                                     CONNORS
                         Well, thank you, girls. People, don't 
                         forget, the big game is one week 
                         away. We'll see everybody back here 
                         on Monday and have a good weekend.

               For the first time during this assembly, there is a loud and 
               hearty applause.

               GRAINY HIGH SCHOOL FILM

               We are suddenly watching a movie shown on a class projection 
               screen. We see footage of a serene, middle-class neighborhood -- 
               as seen through the glass windshield of a car. Judging from 
               the other vehicles parked on the street, the film is from 
               the early Sixties. We hear the narrative voice of Desi Arnaz, 
               speaking in his inimitable Latin accent.

                                     ARNAZ
                         Driving ess an important part of 
                         each and every one of our da-ily 
                         lives. Ees a responsibility like no 
                         o-ther and ess a matter of life and...

               A ball comes rolling out into the serene street. A small 
               child runs out after it. The driving of our vehicle brakes, 
               but not in time. The film freeze frames on the terrified 
               face of a child about to be splattered.

                                     ARNAZ
                         Death.

               There is a swell of dramatic music.

                                     ARNAZ
                         They have foun'... The Braking Point.

               The words flash on the screen and we hear a high school 
               Driver's Training class groan in mock horror.

               INT. DRIVER TRAINING CLASS - DAY

               ANGLE ON CHARLES JEFFERSON AND BRAD HAMILTON

               who are seated in this class.

               ANGLE ON LINDA AND STACY

               sitting together in the class. They are oblivious, lost in 
               conversation.

                                     STACY
                         What do you think of that guy who 
                         works at the theatre? You know, Mark 
                         Ratner.

                                     LINDA
                         Oh, come on. What is he? Fifteen?

                                     STACY
                         Sixteen.

               Linda looks nauseous.

                                     LINDA
                         Just watch out if he pulls up in a 
                         van, and then puts on a Led Zeppelin 
                         tape.

               INT. DRIVER TRAINING CLASS

               The film returns to another serene street scene as seen 
               through another front windshield.

                                     ARNAZ
                         The driver here has had jus' two 
                         drinks. Two drinks at the home of a 
                         frien'.

               We hear the very-present sounds of Driver's Training students.

                                     STUDENT #1
                         He's fucked-up, Ricky!

                                     STUDENT #2
                         They guys a drunk, Ricky!

                                     ARNAZ
                         And although this driver thinks he 
                         ees drivin' well, he may be 'doing 
                         okay, but he forgets to per-ceive 
                         what ees real goin' on...

               In the film, another car comes barreling from the left, 
               running a stop sign and exploding into the side of the two-
               drink goner. In the class, the Driver's Training students 
               are howling.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT MALL - EARLY EVENING

               The parking lot is full. Kids and shoppers stream through 
               the entrance in groups of all sizes.

               INT. RIDGEMONT MALL

               All three levels are teeming with kids.

               ANGLE ON THE VIDEO PINBALL ARCADE

               where we see Jeff Spicoli manning the Missile Command machine. 
               Spicoli wears a red bandana across his forehead. A cigarette 
               dangles from his mouth. He is surrounded by a fleet of young 
               surfers who listen to him with reverence.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Be noble. Be aggressive. The thing 
                         about Missile Command is to decimate 
                         before you can be decimated. Just 
                         like in real life.

               The youngsters hang on every word of the sage advice.

               ANGLE ON A GANG OF SURF NAZIS

               walking in formation.

               ANGLE ON MIKE DAMONE AND MARK RATNER

               walking the mall.

                                     DAMONE
                         Check it out, Rat. The Surf Nazis... 
                         out for a Sunday stroll.

               Damone and The Rat walk on. The Rat is barely interested. He 
               appears deep in thought.

                                     THE RAT
                         What do I say after she gets in the 
                         car?

               Damone, obviously in his element here at the mall, stops to 
               flash a winning smile at a well-built older housewife.

                                     DAMONE
                         No problem, Rat. What you need is my 
                         special Five Point Plan.

               As he talks, Damone passes a Country Farms shop. He plucks a 
               free sample of cheese and sausage.

                                     THE RAT
                         Knock it off, Damone. I need real 
                         help.

                                     DAMONE
                         What do you mean? Men have died trying 
                         to obtain this information. I will 
                         give it to you for free.

               The Rat and Damone continue on.

                                     THE RAT
                         Okay. Tell me. What's the Five Point 
                         Plan?

                                     DAMONE
                         All right. Pay attention.

               The Rat nods, always the student, as they pass a Wherehouse 
               Record store. Damone stops right in front of a seductively 
               posed life-sized cardboard stand-up of Debbie Harry, the 
               alluring rock singer.

               Damone begins his speech.

                                     DAMONE
                         First of all, Rat... never let on 
                         how much you like a girl.

               Damone turns to the cardboard cutout of Debbie Harry to 
               demonstrate.

                                     DAMONE
                              (disinterested)
                         Oh. Hi.
                              (turns back to The 
                              Rat)
                         Two. Always call the shots.

               He turns to Debbie Harry, who looks on with an inviting 
               cardboard smile.

                                     DAMONE
                         Kiss me.
                              (to The Rat)
                         Three. Act like wherever you are, 
                         that's the place to be.
                              (to Debbie Harry; 
                              debonair)
                         Isn't this great?
                              (to The Rat)
                         Four. When ordering food, find out 
                         what she wants and then order for 
                         both of you... it's a classy move.
                              (to Debbie Harry; 
                              Cary Grant)
                         And the lady will have...
                              (to The Rat)
                         Five. And this is most important. 
                         When you get down to making out, 
                         whenever possible, put on the first 
                         side of Led Zeppelin IV.
                              (to Debbie Harry; 
                              seductive)
                         Why don't you put this tape on? It 
                         sounds great in the back of my van... 
                         why don't we listen from there?

               ANGLE ON DEBBIE HARRY

               with the same inviting smile.

                                     DAMONE
                         And that is how you talk to a girl, 
                         Rat. Voila. You can't miss.

                                     THE RAT
                         I think I've got it. Once I get going, 
                         I'll be okay. But... how do I get 
                         started? I mean, I hardly know her.

                                     DAMONE
                         You wuss. It's no problem. One person 
                         says something to the other and that's 
                         how it starts...

               Standing there in the front of the Wherehouse, The Rat nods 
               his head and smiles. He's finally beginning to understand, 
               and we...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. THE RAT'S CAR - LATER THAT NIGHT

               We see The Rat behind the wheel of a green Volvo. Stacy sits 
               beside him. They are driving the streets of Ridgemont.

               INT. THE RAT'S CAR

               This is it. The Big Date. "Led Zeppelin IV" is on the car 
               stereo of his sister's van.

               Finally...

                                     STACY
                         Thanks for coming to get me.

                                     THE RAT
                         Sure thing.

               Silence.

               EXT. THE RAT'S CAR

               He rounds the corner of Luna Street, off the neon fast-food 
               stand that is Ridgemont Drive.

               INT. THE RAT'S CAR

               Yet another silence has fallen. Then, after a time...

                                     STACY
                         This is a nice car.

                                     THE RAT
                         Yeah. It's my sister's.

               Silence.

                                     STACY
                         Do you have Mrs. George for English?

                                     THE RAT
                         Yeah. She is pretty good.

                                     STACY
                         Yeah. She is pretty good.

               EXT. ATLANTIS RESTAURANT - NIGHT

               They pull into the parking lot of a steak and lobster house 
               called The Atlantis.

                                     THE RAT
                         Joey at Cinema Four said this is a 
                         pretty good restaurant.

                                     STACY
                         I've heard that, too.

               The Rat finds a parking spot near the back of the lot, 
               grateful that the long silence is over. He walks with Stacy 
               to the front of The Atlantis.

               INT. THE ATLANTIS - NIGHT

               The Rat and Stacy are escorted by the host to a nearby table. 
               They are given large wooden menus.

                                     THE RAT
                         Do you know what you want?

                                     STACY
                         I think I'll have the Seafood Salad 
                         Special.

                                     THE RAT
                         Excellent.

               The Rat leans back in the booth. He is starting to feel in 
               control now. Then something hits him. The panic sweeps across 
               his face.

               Slowly, The Rat reaches back to check his wallet.

               It's gone.

                                     STACY
                         Are you all right?

                                     THE RAT
                              (weakly)
                         Oh yeah.

               Cool. Cool was the name of the game. Stay cool.

                                     THE RAT
                         Do you mind if I excuse myself for a 
                         moment?

                                     STACY
                         Not at all.

               Just as The Rat is about to get up, the Waitress approaches 
               the table.

                                     WAITRESS
                         Are you ready to order here?

                                     THE RAT
                         Well... sure.
                              (settles back down)
                         She will have the Seafood Salad 
                         Special. And I will have... the same.

                                     WAITRESS
                         Anything to drink?

                                     THE RAT
                         Two Cokes.

                                     WAITRESS
                         Okay. Thanks.

               The Rat gets back up again, looking paler by the minute. He 
               excuses himself and walks over to the pay phone by the 
               Atlantis toilets.

               The Rat dials a number. Damone answers.

               INT. DAMONE'S ROOM - NIGHT

               He is sitting in a chair, leaning onto the back two legs, 
               watching television.

                                     DAMONE
                         Yo.

                                     THE RAT (V.O.)
                         Damone. It's Mark.

                                     DAMONE
                         Mark. What happened to your date?

                                     THE RAT
                         It's happening right now. I'm here 
                         at the Atlantis. Everything's fine 
                         except... I left my wallet at home.

                                     DAMONE
                         Did you go home and get it?

                                     THE RAT
                         No. It's too late. The food is coming 
                         and everything. Damone, I've got to 
                         ask you this favor, and I'll never 
                         ask you for anything again in this 
                         lifetime or any other. Will you please 
                         borrow your mom's car, go by my house, 
                         get my wallet, and meet me back here?

               There is silence.

                                     THE RAT
                         Damone, are you there?

                                     DAMONE
                              (world-weary sigh)
                         I'm really pretty busy...

               ANGLE ON DAMONE'S TELEVISION

               as we see the flickering images of Leave It To Beaver.

                                     DAMONE
                         You owe me for this one.

               INT. ATLANTIS

               The Rat hangs up, mildly relieved, and returns to the table.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. STACY AND THE RAT'S TABLE - AN HOUR LATER

               The Rat and Stacy have finished the meal, and desert.

               ANGLE ON THE CHECK

               as it sits in a little tray before The Rat.

               The Waitress approaches the table. It is clear she wants to 
               make room for other customers and bigger tips.

                                     WAITRESS
                         Are you sure there's nothing else I 
                         can bring you?

                                     THE RAT
                         I'll have one more Coke... Do you 
                         want another Coke, Stacy?

                                     STACY
                              (quizzical)
                         Sure. I'll... have another Coke.

                                     THE RAT
                         Two more Cokes.

                                     WAITRESS
                              (sarcastic)
                         Two... more... Cokes.

               ANGLE ON FRONT DOOR

               as Mike Damone finally walks in. Damone looks over the diners, 
               then feigns great surprise when he sees The Rat.

                                     DAMONE
                         Hey, Mark. Is that you?

                                     THE RAT
                         Damone! You come here?

                                     DAMONE
                         I come for the seafood. It's great!  
                         Hey... you know what, Mark? I found 
                         your wallet the other day. You want 
                         it back?

                                     THE RAT
                         Wow. I've been looking for that thing! 
                         Hey, Damone, have you met Stacy 
                         Hamilton? Stacy, this is Mike Damone.

               Stacy smiles politely, with the slightest sparkle in her 
               eye, as the Waitress returns with the two Cokes.

                                     DAMONE
                         Well, I've gotta be running.

                                     THE RAT
                         Okay. See ya.

               ANGLE ON STACY

               looking strangely at the proceedings.

                                     DAMONE
                         Nice to meet you, Stacy.

                                     STACY
                         Nice to meet you.

               Damone leaves. The Rat takes a few quick gulps of Coke, and 
               gets up to pay the bill. As he moves out of camera range, we 
               see the strange look on the faces of waitresses and diners.

               INT. THE RAT'S CAR - LATE EVENING

               The Rat pulls up to Stacy's house in the cul-de sac. He stares 
               straight ahead, like a zombie.

                                     THE RAT
                         I had a really nice time tonight.

                                     STACY
                         Me, too. I'm real sorry someone broke 
                         in and stole your tape deck.

               The Rat nods glumly.

                                     THE RAT
                         I never thought it would happen at 
                         The Atlantis. Jeez.

                                     STACY
                         Do you want to come inside?

                                     THE RAT
                         Aren't your parents asleep?

                                     STACY
                         No, they're away for the weekend.  
                         Brad and I are watching the house.

                                     THE RAT
                         Okay. Sure. I'll come in.

               We see a confused but interested look on The Rat's face.

               INT. THE HAMILTON HOUSE - EVENING

               They walk in the front door. The Rat stands uncomfortably in 
               the doorway to the living room.

                                     THE RAT
                         Where's your brother?

                                     STACY
                         I don't know. Probably out. Want 
                         something to drink?

                                     THE RAT
                         No. That's okay.

                                     STACY
                         Well, I'm going to change real quick. 
                         I hope you don't mind.

                                     THE RAT
                         Naw. I don't mind.

               Stacy turns her back and pulls up her hair.

                                     STACY
                         Will you unzip me?

               ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

               as the wheels inside his mind start to spin. This can't be 
               what it seems. He unzips Stacy, past her bra, down to the 
               small of her back. It's the first time he's ever done anything 
               like that.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks!

               She walks down the hall to her room, easing out of her dress 
               as she walks. She leaves the door to her room open.

                                     STACY
                         You can come in, if you want!

               ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

               He is completely unsure of himself, as he begins to walk 
               down the hall. His heart pounds into his throat. He turns 
               the corner and steps into Stacy's room.

               INT. STACY'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Stacy stands there, looking gorgeous in an almost see-through 
               white robe. The Rat pretends not to notice.

                                     THE RAT
                         So... pretty nice house you've got 
                         here.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks. So...
                              (puts hands on hips)
                         What do you want to do?

               ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

               as he struggles with the memory of Damone's words.

               "Always call the shots."

                                     THE RAT
                         I don't know.

                                     STACY
                         Do you want to see some pictures? I 
                         kept a lot of scrapbooks and pictures 
                         and stuff from junior high. How 
                         stupid, right?

                                     THE RAT
                         Sure.

               Stacy goes to her closet, reaches up to grab the books from 
               the top shelf. The Rat watches her robe slip up her legs. 
               Then she sits down next to him.  Her knee grazes his. It is 
               almost too much for The Rat. Go for it. We see The Rat 
               struggle with the action of putting his arm around her. He 
               almost does, but then reacts as she says suddenly...

                                     STACY
                         This is me in the eighth grade. Did 
                         you have Mr. Deegan?

                                     THE RAT
                              (looking pained)
                         Oh, yeah. I had Mr. Deegan.

               Her knee grazes him again. Does she expect something?

                                     THE RAT
                         Look, Stacy, I want you to know 
                         that...

               The Rat struggles. Try as he might, he can't seem to cross 
               the line. He can't make his move. He is woeful as he completes 
               the sentence.

                                     THE RAT
                         ...I've got to go home.

                                     STACY
                         Do you really have to go?

                                     THE RAT
                         Well... it's getting kind of late.

               Suddenly, The Rat is seized with ambition. He reaches one 
               hand around her right shoulder and plants the other hand 
               directly on her left breast.

               It looks something like a wrestling hold. The Rat looks at 
               Stacy. Stacy looks back at The Rat. The Rat is absolutely 
               frozen.

                                     STACY
                         I guess it is getting late, Mark.

               She shrugs him off, walks him to the door.

               EXT. THE HAMILTON HOME - NIGHT

               We see The Rat's forlorn face as he trudges towards his car. 
               He stops. He takes a breath -- it wasn't that late, he really 
               didn't want to leave. The Rat turns and begins walking back 
               up the Hamilton steps. Just as he does so, Stacy's bedroom 
               light clicks off. It was too late. He kicks at his car.

                                     THE RAT
                         You blew it, asshole.

               Behind him, recklessly speeding towards Ridgemont Drive, is 
               Charles Jefferson's blue Mustang.

               EXT./INT. THE BLUE MUSTANG - NIGHT

               Jeff Spicoli is behind the wheel. Sitting next to him is 
               Little Charles, "L.C.", Jefferson's younger brother. They're 
               smoking grass and holding Lowenbrau beers in between their 
               legs. The radio is blasting the music of Rick James.

                                     L.C.
                         Hey, slow down. This is my brother's 
                         car.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I thought he was out of town.

                                     L.C.
                         He is.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Then don't hassle it.

               They speed off down Ridgemont.

                                     L.C.
                         Seen the new Playboy?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Naw. Any good?

                                     L.C.
                         Suzanne Somers' tits.

                                     SPICOLI
                         All right.

                                     L.C.
                         I like sex.

               Spicoli sees something in the rearview mirror.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hold your beer down, L.C., I think 
                         it's a cop.

               Spicoli slows down. The car behind him slows down.

                                     SPICOLI
                         This is a cop. He's definitely 
                         cruising me at busting distance.

               The high beams switch on behind Spicoli.

                                     SPICOLI
                         What the fuck is this guy doing?

               The car behind Spicoli then advances to the point where it 
               is now almost touching the blue Mustang.

                                     SPICOLI
                         What the fuck is this guy doing?

                                     L.C.
                         This ain't no cop.

               The mystery car bumps them lightly from behind.

                                     L.C.
                         Hey! He's gonna scratch my brother's 
                         car!

               The two boys start yelling. High beams fill the Mustang with 
               bright light and...

               EXT./INT. MUSTANG AND GRANADA

               Then mystery car pulls back, then up alongside Spicoli and 
               L.C. on the left. We hear the music on the radio of George 
               Thoroughgood's "Ride On, Josephine".

                                     SPICOLI
                         It's a bunch of Jocks in a Granada!

                                     L.C.
                         They're fuckin' with us.

               The drivers of the two cars eye each others. Then the Granada 
               begins inching over, trying to force Spicoli off the road.

                                     L.C.
                         My brother's car!

                                     SPICOLI
                         All right. Die, Granada Jocks!

               Spicoli guns ahead, in a real bullet move, and easily 
               overtakes the Granada. Spicoli is proud of himself. He checks 
               himself out in the rearview and turns to L.C.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Would you roll your window up, L.C.? 
                         It's messing my hair.

               Spicoli pulls way ahead of the Granada, while L.C. rolls his 
               window up. Spicoli looks over to L.C. and smiles wickedly.

               Now Spicoli wants to show off. He pushes the pedal to the 
               floor.

                                     L.C.
                         We just missed the turnoff to the 
                         party.

                                     SPICOLI
                         You know the thing I love about 
                         Mustangs? The steering wheel.

               Spicoli fingers the bubbles in the wheel.

                                     SPICOLI
                         With a genuine Mustang steering wheel, 
                         you can negotiate a hairpin turn 
                         with ease, my man.

               EXT./INT. MUSTANG

               on the word "ease", Spicoli curls his finger into one of the 
               Mustang steering wheel bubbles and whips it clockwise. The 
               idea is to turn off onto a side street and head back to the 
               party. But instead, at the moment of the hairpin turn, L.C. 
               is attempting to switch the radio station. Spicoli crooks 
               his finger farther into the bubble than he expected.  The 
               car swings in a complete circle, a circle that includes a 
               bright yellow fire hydrant. The hydrant rips the side of the 
               car open like a can of tuna.

               There is a silent moment of terror.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Are you okay?

               There is silence. Outside the smashed car, the Granada Jocks 
               pass Spicoli and L.C.

                                     GRANADA JOCKS
                         Fuck youuuuuuuuuu!

               Then L.C. stirs and utters his first words.

                                     L.C.
                         My brother is going to kill us. He's 
                         gonna kill you and then he's gonna 
                         kill me. He's gonna kill us.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Just be glad you're all right.

                                     L.C.
                         My brother is gonna shit.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Make up your mind. Is he gonna shit, 
                         or is he gonna kill us?

                                     L.C.
                         First he's gonna shit. And then he's 
                         gonna kill us.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Will you just relax, mon? He's not 
                         gonna kill us. My father is a 
                         television repairman. He's got all 
                         kinds of tools. I can fix-this car.

                                     L.C.
                         You can't fix this car, Spicoli.

               ANGLE ON THE BLUE MUSTANG

               waffled and mangled. It is just inches away from scrap iron.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I can fix it.

               MONTAGE OF SHOTS

               as we see Ridgemont High gearing up for its big Homecoming 
               Game against Lincoln. We see a series of shots of kids talking 
               about it, wagering on the chances of a Ridgemont victory. We 
               see the many signs and placards all over school, proclaiming 
               Ridgemont revenge. We see students lining up to vote for 
               Homecoming King and Queen in the gymnasium. It is the most 
               spirit that Ridgemont has shown this year.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. RIDGEMONT SCHOOL - FLAGPOLE - DAY

               From the back of the parking lot, we see a crowd around the 
               flagpole. A group of kids are staring at something. They 
               sadly shake their heads at the sight, as if they are 
               witnessing a funeral.

               As we draw closer, we see the center of commotion.  It is an 
               ugly sight. Someone had wrecked Charles Jefferson's Blue 
               Scholarship Mustang and welded it to the flagpole. Spray-
               painted on the side was the message: LINCOLN SURF PUNKS RULE.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT

               The Ridgemont football bleachers are full of cheering 
               students. We see the same basic groups from lunch court, and 
               many more.

               The cheerleaders are on the field -- Cindy Carr, Dina Phillips 
               and company -- and their cheerleader "husbands" sit directly 
               in front of them in the stands. Linda and Stacy sit in the 
               bleachers with some of the Swenson's girls. The Rat and Damone 
               sit several rows above them, watching. The teachers sit 
               together in another section.

               ANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON

               who is again sitting alone in the bleachers.

               Watching. Several old lunch court friends pass by, on their 
               way to the concession area.

                                     STUDENT #1
                         Hey, Brad! How's going?

                                     BRAD
                         All right.

                                     STUDENT #2
                         Where you working?

                                     BRAD
                         Fish and chips place.

                                     STUDENT #1
                         Which one?

                                     BRAD
                         Just a fish and chips place.

               Brad says nothing more. The students look at each other.

                                     STUDENTS
                         We'll be seeing you, Brad!

                                     BRAD
                              (sullen)
                         Later.

               EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - THE GAME - NIGHT

               Everyone is cheering the amazing game on the field.

               Charles Jefferson is poised on the offensive line.

               He mutters a string of obscenities at the opposing Lincoln 
               player. The ball is snapped, and Charles Jefferson comes 
               directly at the player with both elbows up and angled to hit 
               inside his helmet. The Lincoln player is hit and keels over.

               Charles Jefferson sets up for another play. The ball is 
               snapped. Ka-boom. Down falls another Lincoln player. Jefferson 
               doesn't know who it was who wrecked his Mustang, but he wasn't 
               about to spare any of them. There is pure madness in his 
               eyes. It has taken him over.

               The Ridgemont points rack up. Jefferson is single handedly 
               maiming Lincoln for Homecoming.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT

               We see Jeff Spicoli and L.C. sitting calmly in the bleachers, 
               watching.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I think we may have gotten away clean.

               EXT. FIELD AND SCOREBOARD

               The half-time gun fires and the score is 36-7...

               Ridgemont. Even the Ridgemont players steer clear of Charles 
               Jefferson as they return to their locker room.

               EXT. THE HAMILTON POOL - HOT AFTERNOON - SEVERAL

               WEEKS LATER

               Linda and Stacy are sitting by the pool, dressed in string 
               tie bathing suits. They are listening to the music of Tom 
               Petty's "Breakdown" playing on the living room stereo. Linda 
               luxuriously applies suntan lotion to her chest and legs, in 
               long and writhing strokes. Stacy reads a book. It's called 
               Total Orgasm. Several beats pass.

                                     LINDA
                         I sent a letter to Doug today. I'll 
                         be so glad when he gets out here.

                                     STACY
                              (engrossed in book)
                         You really ought to look at this, 
                         Linda. There's a drawing on every 
                         page... and all these quizzes. It's 
                         like school.

                                     LINDA
                         Why don't you put your mother's secret 
                         book back?

               Linda continues regally applying lotion.

                                     STACY
                         Listen to this... 'What are your 
                         mate's three most erogenous zones?'

                                     LINDA
                              (automatic)
                         Okay, penis, that's one, balls...

                                     STACY
                         Wouldn't penis and balls be the same 
                         category?

                                     LINDA
                         You're right. Probably penis, mouth 
                         and neck.

                                     STACY
                         All right! Here's another one. 'The 
                         most satisfactory lovemaking occurs 
                         when your mate climaxes first, you 
                         climax first, you and your mate climax 
                         together?'

                                     LINDA
                         Climax together.

                                     STACY
                         Does that ever happen?

                                     LINDA
                         No. But it's a nice idea.

                                     STACY
                         Listen to this... it says 'Most women 
                         derive pleasure from sex, but they 
                         don't have real orgasms.'

               Linda stops applying lotion, considers that thought.

                                     LINDA
                         Well... they obviously don't know 
                         about Doug.

               They laugh. Linda resumes applying the lotion.

               Stacy continues reading the book. A couple of beats pass.

                                     STACY
                         How long does Doug take?

                                     LINDA
                         I don't know. Thirty to forty minutes.

                                     STACY
                              (pause)
                         What's Doug do in Chicago?

                                     LINDA
                         He works for the airline. He'll be 
                         out here. You'll meet him.

               Stacy looks at Linda, almost disbelieving.

                                     LINDA
                              (wistful)
                         He's no high school boy.

               There is a noise by the side fence leading into the Hamiltons' 
               backyard. It is Mark Ratner and Mike Damone. They are already 
               wearing swimsuits.

                                     DAMONE
                         Hey! We came over to help you with 
                         Math homework!

                                     STACY
                         Oh, really?

                                     THE RAT
                         Really. We figured you needed the 
                         help. On such a hot day.

               Stacy quickly stashes the book in a stack of towels beside 
               her. She leans over to Linda and speaks confidentially.

                                     STACY
                         What do you think?

                                     LINDA
                         I think they're both virgins.

               Stacy smiles, gets up and goes over to the fence.

                                     STACY
                         I didn't ask for any help. Did you, 
                         Linda?

                                     LINDA
                         No.

                                     DAMONE
                         Well, that's exactly why I brought 
                         some Wisk for the jacuzzi.

                                     STACY
                         O-kay, you guys can come swimming.  
                         But you have to leave as soon as my 
                         Mom gets home. Okay?

               EXT. HAMILTON POOL

               Mike Damone yells "banzai!" and dives into the small pool. 
               At one end of the pool is the jacuzzi, which is separated by 
               a tile wall. Damone has already poured the Wisk into the 
               jacuzzi, and the detergent has created a huge bubble bath 
               effect. Damone surfaces and flips into the jacuzzi.

               Stacy, looking great in a green bikini, sits kicking her 
               legs by the side of the pool. Linda stands on the board. She 
               is poised to dive. The Rat treads water and stares at both 
               girls. Inside the Hamilton living room, the family stereo 
               plays the music of Deep Purple's "Woman From Tokyo".

                                     DAMONE
                         Hey, Linda! I'll judge your dive.  
                         I'm a champion diver myself.

               Brad arrives home by the side gate and slams it behind him. 
               He is home from a bad day at work. He walks out onto the 
               patio and stands with his hands on his hips. For the first 
               time, our former campus hero looks absurd. He is still in 
               his uniform from Captain Kidd Fish and Chips -- it is a blue 
               and white striped Pirates of the Caribbean outfit, complete 
               with black plastic sword at the side, and a ridiculously 
               large Ponce de Leon-esque hat. Brad carries the hat under 
               his arm.

                                     BRAD
                         Does Mom know you have company?

                                     STACY
                         It's just Linda. And Mark from school.

               Brad ignores the underclassmen, and notices Linda on the 
               board in her maroon bikini. He smiles.

                                     BRAD
                         Hi, Linda.

                                     LINDA
                         Hi, Brad.

                                     BRAD
                         Well, you guys, keep it down. I've 
                         got some work to do upstairs.

               Brad turns and heads back inside. He is just out of earshot 
               when they begin talking about him.

                                     LINDA
                         God, he hardly even talks anymore.

                                     STACY
                         I know. He hates to have to wear 
                         uniforms.

                                     DAMONE
                         Poor guy.

                                     THE RAT
                         Really.

               Stacy breaks the spell by jumping into the water, surfacing, 
               and flipping over the tile wall into the Jacuzzi. She sits 
               next to Damone, looking mischievous.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE AND STACY IN THE JACUZZI

               talking while the others are at the other end of the pool.

               ANGLE ON THE RAT

               casually catching sight of them together from the other side 
               of the pool. We can read the emotions on The Rat's face. He 
               is still taken with Stacy, but his big moment for her appears 
               to have passed.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE AND STACY IN THE JACUZZI

               as they talk.

               Underneath the water, her leg accidentally knocks against 
               his. Then he feels her continue. Damone feels Stacy's cool 
               hand on his inner thigh. Moving upwards, stopping just short 
               of the bulge in his trunks.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE'S FACE

               as it loosens and quivers just the slightest bit. This is 
               uncharted territory, even for Mr. Attitude.

               ANGLE ON LINDA

               who is now sunning herself by the side of the pool.

               She rubs her legs against each other, slowly, enjoying the 
               hot afternoon.

               EXT. BRAD'S WINDOW - ANGLE ON BRAD

               who is watching Linda from the window in his room.

               We see him from behind, peeking out the curtains.

               EXT. POOL - ANGLE ON LINDA

               who smiles at Damone and flips back into the pool with a 
               splash. Damone steals a look down at his swimsuit. He's popped 
               a big one.

                                     THE RAT
                         Why don't you get up and do a dive, 
                         Mike?

                                     LINDA
                         Go ahead.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE'S FACE

               and we know he can't get out of the water yet.

                                     DAMONE
                         No. I don't think so. Not right now.

                                     THE RAT
                         Chicken!

               Linda, for one, loses interest quickly. Standing by the side 
               of the pool, she jams a finger in her ear and wiggles it.

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy! I've got water in my ears.  
                         Do you have any Q-Tips?

                                     STACY
                         God, I don't think so. Better look 
                         in the house.

               Linda towels off and heads back inside the Hamilton house. 
               She knows how to walk.

               INT. BRAD'S BEDROOM AND BATHROOM - AFTERNOON

               We see Brad's room. The Carl's burger picture on the wall is 
               conspicuously missing. There is music playing from his stereo -- 
               Pink Floyd's "You and Me".

               We see Brad. He is kneeling on the bathroom floor, his back 
               to us. His green T-shirt is on, his underwear in a pile on 
               the floor behind him. His arm is pumping slowly. Brad is 
               jacking off.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. HAMILTON POOL - BRAD'S DAYDREAM

               It features Linda Barrett, just as she stood on the diving 
               board a moment ago. She is gorgeous. Her breasts seem even 
               bigger than usual. Her nipples are hard, poking through the 
               film maroon string bikini. Water rolls slowly down her cheeks, 
               into the corners of her mouth. Her lips are parted slightly. 
               Her eyes are filled with desire as she says...

                                     LINDA
                         Hi, Brad.
                              (pause)
                         You know how cute I always thought 
                         you were. I think you're so sexy.  
                         Will you come to me?

               ANGLE ON BRAD IN DAYDREAM

               in a nice shirt, his hair combed back and looking great. He 
               walks to Linda. She reaches out and grabs him for a kiss, 
               pulling him close. Then she pushes him away, so he can watch 
               as she carefully unstraps the top of her bathing suit. The 
               incredible Linda Barrett's breasts fall loose.

               She takes Brad's hands and places them on her, as she begins 
               unbuttoning his shirt. They are just about to fall into 
               passionate lovemaking when we hear...

                                     LINDA
                         Hey, Brad! Do you have any Q-Ti...

               The daydream evaporates and we see real life again with an...

               INT. BRAD'S BATHROOM - ANGLE ON LINDA'S FACE

               in the doorway of Brad's bathroom as she watches the sight 
               before her.

               ANGLE ON BRAD

               trying to cover himself and act nonchalant and keep his back 
               turned at the same time. The words barely escape his mouth.

                                     BRAD
                         Wait just a... minute.

                                     LINDA
                         Sorry. I didn't know anybody was in 
                         here.

               Linda turns and goes immediately, as if she wants to forget 
               what she saw as quickly as possible. She closes the door 
               behind her.

               ANGLE ON BRAD

               still kneeling. It had all happened so quickly, so fast

                                     BRAD
                         Doesn't anybody fuckin' knock anymore?

               He slams the toilet seat down and we...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

               The third attendance bell rings, and Mr. Hand strides to the 
               front of the class. He locks the door. Then he takes the 
               front of the class and notices something very different.

               ANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI

               bright and clear-eyed, sitting in the front row. His hands 
               are clasped in front of him on the desk.

               His textbook is open to the proper page.

               Mr. Hand is suspicious, but continues with class.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Now in 1898, Spain owned Cuba. 
                         Outright. Think about it. Cuba, owned 
                         by a disorganized parliament 4,000 
                         miles away. Cubans were in a constant 
                         state of revolt.

               Mr. Hand begins pacing the aisles as he talks.

                                     MR. HAND
                         In 1904, the United States decided 
                         to throw a little weight around, 
                         and...

               There is a brief, sharp knock at the door. Mr. Hand whips 
               his head around, like McGarrett. He approaches the door like 
               a cat.

                                     MR. HAND
                              (sweet voice)
                         Who is it?

                                     VOICE
                         Mr. Pizza.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Again?

                                     VOICE
                         Mr. Pizza, sir!

               Hand swings the door open, out of curiosity. In walks a young 
               Man in a Mr. Pizza delivery shirt.

                                     PIZZA MAN
                         Okay, who had the double cheese 
                         sausage and bologna?

               Jeff Spicoli speaks up.

                                     SPICOLI
                         That's me.

               The Delivery Man takes the pizza, sets it on the desk, as 
               Spicoli whips out some crumpled dollars. Then he produces 
               yet another crumpled dollar, and presses it into the Delivery 
               Man's hand.

                                     SPICOLI
                         For you, my man.

               The Delivery Man thanks him warmly, just as Mr. Hand rages 
               into the picture.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Am I hallucinating here? Just what 
                         in the hell do you think you're doing?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Learning about Cuba. Having some 
                         food.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Mr. Spicoli, you're on dangerous 
                         ground here. You're causing a major 
                         disturbance in my class and on my 
                         time.

                                     SPICOLI
                              (cool and urbane)
                         I've been thinking about this, Mr.  
                         Hand. If I'm here... and you're 
                         here... doesn't that make it our 
                         time?

               Mr. Hand is so furious he's almost shaking.

                                     SPICOLI
                         So I thought I'd order us a pizza.  
                         Just leave me a lot of bologna...

               Mr. Hand snatches up the pizza, and starts to throw it in 
               the wastebasket. Then he thinks better, and heads for the 
               door. He opens it just as a gang of young Stoners walk past.

                                     STONER #1
                         There's the pizza.

                                     STONER #2
                         Totally!

               Mr. Hand pushes the pizza into their hands and slams the 
               door.

                                     SPICOLI
                         You better save some for me, you 
                         swine!

                                     MR. HAND
                         And you, my friend. I'll see you for 
                         a two-hour detention every afternoon 
                         this week.

               Spicoli eases back in his chair, shrugs. It was a good idea 
               at the time.

               INT. CAPTAIN KIDD FISH AND CHIPS - DAY

               Brad Hamilton, looks terribly uncomfortable in his Ponce de 
               Leon hat and buccaneer uniform. He rings up an order for an 
               older Customer.

                                     CUSTOMER
                         Why aren't you in school, son?

                                     BRAD
                         I go to school in the mornings. I 
                         have a work study program for the 
                         afternoon.

               He bags one final coffee and punches up the amount.

                                     BRAD
                         $8.46, please.

                                     CUSTOMER
                         Here you go. I have it exactly.
                              (sets money down)
                         Good luck!

                                     BRAD
                         Thank you, and thanks for coming to 
                         Captain Kidd.

               Brad loosens his buccaneer scarf, and starts back towards 
               the kitchen. He is stopped by the sudden appearance of Captain 
               Kidd Assistant Manager, Harold.

                                     HAROLD
                         Hamilton! I'll take over the fryer.  
                         Those boys at IBM need some Catch of-
                         the-Day boxes, and I told them you 
                         would personally deliver them within 
                         the hour. I'll reimburse you for 
                         gas.

               Brad dutifully unhooks his apron, to reveal the bottom half 
               of his pirate suit.

                                     BRAD
                         Just write me out a bill.

               While Harold leans down to tally up the fish order, Brad 
               goes to a nearby employee's closet. He has completely 
               perfected the art of changing back into his street clothes, 
               and it takes less than a minute. He is just about to finish 
               buttoning his street shirt when Harold sees him.

                                     HAROLD
                         Hamilton, come over here. What is 
                         that you've got on?

                                     BRAD
                         This is how I dress all the time.

                                     HAROLD
                         But you took off your Captain Kidd 
                         uniform.

                                     BRAD
                         I thought I'd take it off for the 
                         drive over to IBM. It's kind of 
                         uncomfortable.

               Harold can barely fathom the idea.

                                     HAROLD
                         Come on, Hamilton. You're going over 
                         there to represent Captain Kidd Fish 
                         and Chips. We have stores all over 
                         Southern California. Part of our 
                         image, part of our appeal is in our 
                         uniforms. You know that!

                                     BRAD
                         You really want me to put all this 
                         stuff back on?

                                     HAROLD
                         Yes. I think so. Show some pride, 
                         Hamilton.

               ANGLE ON BRAD

               as he stands there, stoic looking.

                                     BRAD
                         I don't believe you're asking me to 
                         do this, but okay.

               He begins taking off his street shirt. He looks at Harold, 
               looks at the boxes, and returns to the closet.

               INT. THE CRUISING VESSEL

               Brad is driving down the freeway, listening to the music of 
               Bruce Springsteen's "Out in the Streets." He pries open one 
               of the fourteen Catch-of-the-Day boxes on the seat next to 
               him and pulls out a small piece of fried fish. Brad takes a 
               bite. The look on his face says it is the worst piece of 
               shit he has ever tasted. He throws the piece out the window, 
               and drives on.

               Brad turns to see a girl smiling at him from another car. It 
               makes his afternoon. He returns the smile with gusto.

               ANGLE ON THE GIRL

               as she bursts out laughing and drives away.

               ANGLE ON BRAD

               looking perplexed. Then he realizes that he hasn't taken his 
               Ponce de Leon hat off. Brad drives on.

               A SERIES OF ANGLES ON BRAD'S CAR

               as we see the Cruising Vessel move down the highway. We see 
               the Captain Kidd hat go flying out the window. Then the 
               plastic sword, and the scarf.

               Then a couple boxes of Captain Kidd fish. Then the rest of 
               them. We see Brad rip past the IBM Building.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. RIDGEMONT HIGH SCHOOL - AFTERNOON

               School is out and kids are leaving campus, heading for the 
               parking lot and bus stop. We see Mike Damone carrying some 
               books, walking towards Ridgemont Drive. He is joined by Stacy 
               Hamilton, who hurries to catch up to him.

                                     STACY
                         I can't wait until I can drive next 
                         year. I walk every day. It's such a 
                         drag.

                                     DAMONE
                         Get a ride with somebody.

                                     STACY
                         Sometimes I get a ride with my 
                         brother. But he usually works in the 
                         mornings, and then drives to school 
                         himself.

                                     DAMONE
                         What a guy.

               Damone turns to her after a moment, all Attitude.

                                     DAMONE
                         You know Mark Ratner really likes 
                         you. You like him?

                                     STACY
                         Mark is a really nice boy...

               Stacy walks along, then stops and looks at Damone.

                                     STACY
                         But I think I like you.

               They turn the corner.

               EXT. HAMILTON HOME

               They have arrived at Stacy's house. There are no cars parked 
               out front. No one is home.

                                     STACY
                         Do you want to come in for a second?

               The Attitude starts to weaken. After a long pause, Damone 
               responds.

                                     DAMONE
                         Do you have any ice tea?

                                     STACY
                         Sure. Come on in.

               Stacy unlocks her front door, they go inside.

               INT. HAMILTON KITCHEN

               Damone stands in the white linoleum Hamilton kitchen. Stacy 
               opens the refrigerator door.

                                     STACY
                         I guess the annuals are coming in 
                         pretty soon. Are you going to get 
                         one?

                                     DAMONE
                         I don't know.

                                     STACY
                         Aren't you curious to see how your 
                         class picture turned out?

                                     DAMONE
                         I know what I look like.

               Stacy places a glass of ice tea in front of him. They are 
               all alone in the house.

                                     STACY
                         Do you want to take a quick swim?

                                     DAMONE
                         Well...

                                     STACY
                         Brad probably has some trunks you 
                         can borrow... I'm going to my room 
                         to change!

               Damone stares straight ahead. She's going to her room to 
               change. Stacy scoots down the hall toward her bedroom.

                                     DAMONE
                         This is great ice tea!

               INT. STACY'S ROOM - ANGLE ON STACY IN HER ROOM

               In the middle of changing, she has caught her own reflection 
               in the mirror. She pauses a moment, looking at the young 
               girl looking back.

               INT. KITCHEN - ANGLE ON DAMONE IN THE KITCHEN

               He continues staring straight ahead.

                                     STACY
                              (from other room)
                         You don't have to shout! You can 
                         come back here to my room!

               Damone doesn't move. He pretends he doesn't hear. A moment 
               later, Stacy comes bounding back down the hall in her green 
               bikini. She grabs Damone by the arm.

                                     STACY
                         Come with me! I know there's a suit 
                         in the changing room!

               She pulls him away.

               INT. THE CHANGING ROOM

               They enter the wood-panelled changing room next to the 
               Hamilton pool. There are two swimsuits hanging from wooden 
               pegs.

                                     STACY
                         Pick a suit.

                                     DAMONE
                         I don't know. It's getting pretty 
                         late...

               She locks the door to the changing room and begins to walk 
               towards Mike Damone.

                                     STACY
                         Are you really a virgin?

                                     DAMONE
                         Come on...

               He could feel his leg starting to shake the slightest bit.

                                     STACY
                         It's okay if it's your first time.

               She gives him a kiss.

                                     DAMONE
                         Listen. I feel pretty strange here.  
                         Because Mark really likes you, and 
                         he's my friend.

                                     STACY
                         He's my friend, too.

               She gives him another kiss. He kisses her in return. Standing 
               there, feeling Stacy in her bikini, feeling her kiss him, 
               Damone also felt some of his reservations slip away.

                                     DAMONE
                         You're a really good kisser.

                                     STACY
                         So are you.
                              (pause)
                         Are you shaking?

                                     DAMONE
                              (shaking)
                         No. Are you crazy?

               It is clear that this is as far as Mr. Attitude has ever 
               gotten with a girl. Stacy takes the initiative, rubbing her 
               hands through his hair, rubbing his sides, kissing his neck, 
               then pulling away.

                                     STACY
                              (whispers)
                         Why don't you take off your clothes, 
                         Mike?

                                     DAMONE
                         You first.

                                     STACY
                         How about both of us at the same 
                         time?

               Damone nods, and watches as Stacy unhooks her top and steps 
               out of her bikini bottom. She stands naked in the shadows of 
               the afternoon sun. She sits down naked on a red changing 
               room couch, and gathers her legs up to her chest. She watches 
               as Damone struggles with his clothes.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE

               hopping on one leg, pulling first out of his pants, then his 
               jockey underwear. Bashfully, he goes to sit next to Stacy on 
               the couch. They begin to kiss, and it quickly escalates into 
               heavy petting. Stacy pulls away.

                                     STACY
                         I want you to know that it's your 
                         final decision if we should continue 
                         or not.

                                     DAMONE
                         Let's continue.

               Stacy leans back and pulls him on top of her. He enters her 
               and begins pumping so hard, so fast, that he doesn't notice 
               he's banging the sofa into the wall of the changing room.

               But just as quickly as Damone starts, he stops.

                                     STACY
                              (whispers)
                         Hey, Mike?

                                     DAMONE
                         What? Are you all right?

                                     STACY
                         I think we're making a lot of noise.

                                     DAMONE
                         I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

               He has a strange look on his face.

                                     STACY
                         What's wrong?

                                     DAMONE
                         I think I came. Didn't you feel it?

                                     STACY
                         I guess I did.

               They lay there, Damone still on top of her on the red couch.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE

               as we read the confusion on his face. He is embarrassed, a 
               little confused... mostly he just wants to be alone.

                                     DAMONE
                         I've got to get home. I've really 
                         got to go, Stacy.

               ANGLE ON STACY

               as she looks up at him. She gives him a kiss.

               Damone gets up puts his pants and shirt on. He leaves the 
               changing room.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BIOLOGY CLASS - AFTERNOON

               We see Stacy sitting at her usual seat, and she's wearing a 
               bright spring dress with a slight amount of makeup.

               She looks at Damone's seat with anticipation, but it remains 
               empty as other students file in.

               Finally, she turns to The Rat.

                                     STACY
                         Where's Mike today?

                                     THE RAT
                         Today's April 16th. Damone never 
                         comes to school on April 16th.

                                     STACY
                         What's April 16th?

                                     THE RAT
                         It's John Bonham's birthday.

                                     STACY
                         John Bonham?

                                     THE RAT
                         John Bonham. The drummer for Led 
                         Zeppelin. He died a couple years 
                         ago. Every birthday he stays home 
                         and plays everything John Bonham 
                         ever recorded. It's like his own 
                         holiday.

                                     STACY
                         Oh. I see.

               The bell rings, and Mr. Vargas enters the room with his Sanka 
               cup.

               INT. COLLEGE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

               Seated at the desk is Mrs. O'Rourke. There is a knock at the 
               door.

               The door swings open. Brad Hamilton holds out his yellow 
               slip.

                                     MRS. O'ROURKE
                         Have a seat, Brad... Brad have you 
                         got your list of college applications?

                                     BRAD
                         Well, to tell you the truth Mrs.  
                         O'Rourke, I've kind of been putting 
                         it off. I'm not sure what I want to 
                         do yet.

                                     MRS. O'ROURKE
                              (by rote)
                         All right Brad. Let me ask you like 
                         this. If I were queen of the world, 
                         and I could make you whatever you 
                         wanted to be, what would it be?

                                     BRAD
                         I don't know... Burt Reynolds.

               There is no humor on Mrs. O'Rourke's face.

                                     MRS. O'ROURKE
                         I realize it's important to have fun 
                         in your senior year, with your 
                         friends, but there comes a time when 
                         you have to get serious about your 
                         future, think about college, and put 
                         aside all this fun.

               Brad looks up suddenly.

                                     BRAD
                         You know what, Mrs. O'Rourke? I broke 
                         up with my girlfriend this year. I 
                         lost my job at Carl's, and two other 
                         places. I wake up at 5:30 to work at 
                         7-11, then I go to school, then I go 
                         back to 7-11. I have to pay rent, 
                         you know. My grades haven't been 
                         that bad, and now you're telling me 
                         that the fun is over. Well, I'm still 
                         waiting for the fun to start.

                                     MRS. O'ROURKE
                         Brad, I'll see you when I'm through 
                         with the rest of the seniors. If you 
                         want to visit the career office, go 
                         right ahead. I'll talk to you when 
                         you're more prepared.

               Brad gathers his books and opens the door to leave.

                                     MRS. O'ROURKE
                         Next!

               An absolutely exuberant Cindy Carr pops her head in the door.

                                     CINDY
                         Hi-yeeeeeeee!!!

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. RIDGEMONT HALLWAY - MORNING

               The bell has just rung, and Mike Damone comes out of Youth 
               and Law class. He has an absorbed, driven look on his face. 
               He walks past the rows of lockers, and doesn't even notice 
               as he passes Stacy Hamilton standing by her locker. She 
               smiles, grabs his arm affectionately.

                                     STACY
                         Hi Mike!

               Damone turns to see her, is thoroughly unimpressed.

                                     DAMONE
                         Oh. Hi.

                                     STACY
                         I didn't see you this morning.

                                     DAMONE
                         Look, I'm kind of in a hurry.

                                     STACY
                         I'm in a hurry too. I just thought I 
                         could say hi to you.

                                     DAMONE
                         Hello.

               He pulls away, leaving a bewildered Stacy standing by her 
               locker. She grabs some books and hurries in the other 
               direction.

               EXT. SCHOOL BUS - DAY

               The bus pulls up to the front entrance of University Hospital. 
               The students file out and collect next to the front door. 
               Mr. Vargas gleefully addresses the class. This is his favorite 
               field trip.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Today we're going to explore how 
                         this hospital works to preserve human 
                         life. We'll be visiting every floor, 
                         every level where these fine doctors 
                         and nurses take care of us, in life... 
                         and in death.

               INT. MATERNITY WARD

               The class exits from a hospital elevator, onto another floor. 
               They are now standing outside the maternity ward. We hear 
               the loud noise of babies.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Over thirty children are delivered 
                         here each day...

               The class moves on.

               INT. THE BOTTOM FLOOR

               The class exits another hospital elevator.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         This is part of your third quarter 
                         exam, and I'd advise you to take 
                         careful notes on what we're about to 
                         see.

               ANGLE ON DR. MILLER

               a young intern who has joined the class for the last part of 
               their tour.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         May I just ask you one last time to 
                         conduct yourselves with the utmost 
                         maturity...

               The kids are beginning to get very nervous now as they are 
               led down the hall to the "Cold Room." The door to the "Cold 
               Room" has only one sign on it. It reads: CADAVERS -- MEDICAL 
               EXAMINATION ONLY. Mr. Vargas opens the door, and the class 
               seems to gasp.

               INT. THE COLD ROOM

               There are six examination tables in the "Cold Room". Each of 
               them contains a cadaver covered by a white sheet. Mr. Vargas 
               has gathered the class around one table in particular. He 
               fingers the edge of the white sheet as he talks.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         As you know, all the bodies in this 
                         room are recently deceased human bio-
                         structures.

               A student raises his hand.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Yes, Randy?

                                     RANDY
                         Who are these guys?

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Most of them were derelicts, Randy. 
                         They sold the right for medical 
                         examination of their bodies for money. 
                         Something like thirty dollars, I 
                         believe. Isn't that right, Doctor 
                         Miller?

                                     DR. MILLER
                         Twenty-five dollars.

               ANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI

               who turns to Stacy.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Twenty-five bucks is pretty good.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Now this gentleman here is named 
                         Arthur. Arthur died from heart failure 
                         last week and we are fortunate enough 
                         to view his body in its pristine 
                         state.

               Mr. Vargas suddenly pulls the white sheet aside and we see 
               the body of Arthur. The students' eyes widen. Some gasp. 
               Others cover their mouths. Others begin furious notes. Nobody 
               speaks. The body of Arthur is smallish and withered. It is 
               orange, flaky, and not quite real looking. A deep cut has 
               been made in Arthur's chest.

               Mr. Vargas bends Arthur upright for a better student view. 
               He gestures to the deep cut made in Arthur's chest.

               The tension mounts.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         This incision allows us to pull aside 
                         the skin covering of the chest cavity 
                         and really observe the human organs 
                         as they exist in their natural state.

               ANGLE ON ARTHUR

               and his shrunken face, which seems to say please don't.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         I want all of you to take a look at 
                         the chest cavity for just a moment.

               Mr. Vargas grabs the two sides of Arthur's chest cavity 
               covering, and rips it open.

                                     MR. VARGAS
                         Here we have the human lungs and 
                         heart, which you can see is actually 
                         located in the center of your chest.

               With a squish, Mr. Vargas reaches inside Arthur and pulls 
               out the human heart for display. The class stands in silent 
               shock. Only one comment escapes from any of them.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Bitchin'.

               ANGLE ON STACY HAMILTON

               who goes running out of the "Cold Room", holding her mouth. 
               The Rat runs after her.

               INT. BOTTOM FLOOR HALL

               Rat and Stacy sit side-by-side on some orange plastic chairs, 
               by a nurse's desk. Stacy is shook up.

                                     STACY
                         I made a fool of myself.

                                     THE RAT
                         Nobody noticed. Don't worry about 
                         it. We'll just stay out here until 
                         everyone comes out, we'll blend back 
                         in.

                                     STACY
                         What about the notes?

                                     THE RAT
                         I'll get you the notes.

               She squeezes his arm.

               EXT. HOSPITAL - AFTERNOON

               The students file out of the hospital, looking like they've 
               just been through a war.

               INT. LINDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               It is night, and Linda and Stacy are watching Fantasy Island.

                                     MONTALBAN
                         You see, Tatoo, what this man doesn't 
                         realize is that he must one day leave 
                         Fantasy Island. And he must continue 
                         his life as an incurable leper.

               Stacy is fighting back tears. Linda looks angry.

               Telephone rings. Linda jumps to get it.

                                     LINDA
                         Hello.

               Linda obviously is disappointed when she hears a female voice.

                                     LINDA
                         Yeah... you're kidding... What did 
                         he say... What did you say... How 
                         much did it cost? Look, tell him he 
                         can have a relationship with you or 
                         a 'more open' relationship with 
                         someone else... Listen, Debbie, can 
                         I call you later. I'm waiting for 
                         Doug to call.

               She plops back on the couch with Stacy.

                                     LINDA
                         I'll bet he forgets to call again.

               She notices that Stacy is crying over the TV show.

                                     LINDA
                         God, Stacy, it's not that sad. It's 
                         just David Soul and Ricardo Montalban.

                                     STACY
                         I don't know, I'm just so depressed. 
                         Everything is just so... depressing.

               Linda shuts off the television.

                                     LINDA
                         You have been acting very strange 
                         the last few weeks.

                                     STACY
                         I don't know... I just don't feel 
                         right.

               Linda sits down next to Stacy on the bed.

                                     LINDA
                         What do you think it is?

                                     STACY
                         What do you think it is?

                                     LINDA
                         It couldn't be.

                                     STACY
                         It could be. I had a pregnancy test 
                         at the clinic. I'll find out Monday. 
                         I guess it was Damone.

                                     LINDA
                         Of course it was Damone. If it was 
                         Ron Johnson, you'd be out to here!

                                     STACY
                         I'm not going to tell him. He's an 
                         asshole. I hate him.

                                     LINDA
                         But it costs money to have an 
                         abortion. Even at the Free Clinic.  
                         You tell Damone to pay for it. It's 
                         the least he can do. It's the guy's 
                         responsibility too.

               She puts the TV back on and they watch.

                                     STACY
                         You know, there's one thing you didn't 
                         tell me about guys.

                                     LINDA
                         What?

                                     STACY
                         You didn't tell me that they can be 
                         so nice, so great... but then you 
                         sleep with them and they start acting 
                         like they're five years old.

                                     LINDA
                         You're right. I didn't tell you that.

               EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - TWO DAYS LATER

               Stacy Hamilton is walking towards Mike Damone on the football 
               field. We see him from a distance, timing track runners.

                                     DAMONE
                         What's going on?

                                     STACY
                         Mike, there's something that's been 
                         on my mind and I have to tell you 
                         about it.

                                     DAMONE
                         What? Now?

               He clicks off the time on a runner, and then turns to face 
               her.

                                     DAMONE
                         Why don't you call me up tonight?

                                     STACY
                         Mike. I want you to know that I'm 
                         pregnant.

               ANGLE ON STACY

               as she looks down. They are words she never thought she would 
               be speaking.

                                     DAMONE
                         How do you know it's mine? We only 
                         did it once.

                                     STACY
                         I know it's yours.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE

               as he realizes she is sincere, and he truly begins to panic.

                                     DAMONE
                         You made me do it! You locked the 
                         door. You made me do it! You wanted 
                         it more than me!

               ANGLE ON STACY

               She does not flinch.

                                     STACY
                         Take that back.

                                     DAMONE
                         All right, I take it back.

               ANGLE ON DAMONE

               He hugs his arms tighter across his chest, and decides to 
               try a more mature tact.

                                     DAMONE
                         There's only one thing we can do.  
                         We've got to get rid of it. We've 
                         got to get an abortion.

                                     STACY
                         We've got to get an abortion?

                                     DAMONE
                         Yeah. My brother Art got his 
                         girlfriend one once.

                                     STACY
                         It's already planned, Mike. It's 
                         going to cost $150 at the Free Clinic.

                                     DAMONE
                         Doesn't sound free to me.
                              (pause)
                         So you want me to pay for it?

                                     STACY
                         Half. Okay?
                              (bites back tears)
                         Seventy-five dollars. And a ride to 
                         the clinic.

                                     DAMONE
                         Seventy-five dollars, and a ride.  
                         Okay.

               Stacy stands there, hands folded, nodding.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. DAMONE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

               He is working at his desk, counting through a wad of money.

               ANGLE ON THE LIST

               in front of him, which has a split line down the middle. 
               People Who Owe Me -- fifteen dollars Rick.

               People I Owe -- seventy-five dollars REO Speedwagon tickets, 
               seventy-five dollars abortion. Damone counts fifteen dollars 
               into his stack, crosses out Rick. Then he counts through the 
               money. Seventy five dollars exactly. He crosses out REO 
               Speedwagon tickets. This leaves him no money for the abortion.

               EXT. STREET CORNER - AFTERNOON

               Here, at the same corner where she once waited for Ron 
               Johnson, Stacy waits for Damone. Cars pass, no Damone.

               INT. HAMILTON HOUSE - AFTERNOON

               Stacy is on the phone, calling Damone. We see the phone 
               messages sheet that lists two calls for Stacy, and none for 
               Brad. The line rings four times, then it's answered.

                                     FEMALE VOICE
                         Hello?

                                     STACY
                         Hello... is Mike there?

                                     FEMALE VOICE
                         Hold on.

               Stacy sags, disbelieving, and looks at the clock on the 
               kitchen wall. It's getting late...

                                     FEMALE VOICE
                         He says he's helping his father in 
                         the garage and he'll call you back.

               Stacy is stunned.

                                     FEMALE VOICE
                         Hello?

               Stacy hangs up. She punches out another number, quickly.

                                     MRS. BARRETT (V.O.)
                         Hello?

                                     STACY
                         Hi, Mrs. Barrett. Is Linda there?

                                     MRS. BARRETT (V.O.)
                         She went off to the beach. She'll be 
                         back later, though.

                                     STACY
                         Okay. Thanks.

               She looks at the clock again, then hears a noise in the 
               driveway.

                                     STACY
                         Brad! Hey, wait a second!

               She runs out.

               EXT. CRUISING VESSEL - AFTERNOON

               Brad and Stacy pull up next to the flea market.

                                     STACY
                         Yeah. This is it. I have some shopping 
                         to do.

                                     BRAD
                         See you later.

                                     STACY
                         Thanks a lot, Brad. I really 
                         appreciate it.

               She gets out of the car.

               EXT. FLEA MARKET

               Stacy Hamilton watches her brother drive away. Then she looks 
               to both sides, and walks on. She passes the entrance to the 
               Flea Market. She walks around the corner to another building 
               marked BIRTH CONTROL - FREE CLINIC. Brad follows her in the 
               rearview mirror.

               INT. BIRTH CONTROL CLINIC

               Stacy is lying in bed wearing a paper dress. Her hair is 
               stuffed in paper shower cap. She looks anxious. In a bed 
               next to her an older girl is being affectionate with her 
               visiting boyfriend.

               A Nurse comes in with an IV.

                                     NURSE
                         This is going to prick a little.

               She sticks the needle into Stacy's hand. Stacy looks pained 
               but doesn't yell. The Nurse pats the rolling bed.

                                     NURSE
                         Now scoot over here.

               Stacy moves onto it. Looking up from her point of view, we 
               see the ride out of the room and into:

               INT. OPERATING ROOM

               Stacy gets wheeled in. The Doctor looks down at her.

                                     DOCTOR
                         Hello, Stacy, I'm Doctor Bartell.

               Stacy moves onto the operating table as the Nurse and Doctor 
               get ready.

                                     DOCTOR
                         Any questions before we begin?

                                     STACY
                         This is going to hurt, isn't it?

                                     DOCTOR
                         We'll use a local but you'll feel 
                         some pressure. It doesn't last that 
                         long.

                                     STACY
                         Does it hurt more to have a baby?

               The Doctor pauses and considers her question.

                                     DOCTOR
                         Yes... but I think you mind it less.

               Stacy looks up at the lights and listens to the sound of 
               suction tubes.

               INT. B.C. WAITING AREA

               The other girl and Stacy sit at a table eating toast and 
               jelly. The girl is reading. The Nurse enters.

                                     NURSE
                         How are we doing in here? Debbie, 
                         ready to leave?

               The girl nods and gets up.

                                     NURSE
                         Right through here. Stacy, I can't 
                         let you go unless you have a ride 
                         home.

                                     STACY
                         Uh, my boyfriend said held be waiting 
                         downstairs.

               The Nurse studies her, decides she's telling the truth and 
               allows her to leave.

               EXT. ENTRANCE TO THE FREE CLINIC

               Stacy walks back out into the sunlight, slowly and weakly. 
               She is surprised and amazed at who she sees standing outside, 
               waiting for her.

               ANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON

               He stands, hands on hips, just outside the door.

                                     STACY
                         Brad!

               He puts an arm around her and leads her toward his waiting 
               car.

                                     BRAD
                         Since when do you shop at the Flea 
                         Market anyway?

                                     STACY
                         Brad. Please don't tell Mom and Dad...

               He helps her into the cruising vessel. He starts up the car 
               and drives off.

                                     BRAD
                         Who did it?

               Stacy stares out the window. Tears well in her eyes.

                                     BRAD
                         You're not going to tell me, are 
                         you?

                                     STACY
                         No.

                                     BRAD
                         All right, then. It's your secret.

               Stacy smiles at Brad. Brad smiles back. The car drives on.

               INT. LINDA'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Stacy is in Linda's room, sitting on her bed. Her eyes are 
               red and moist from crying. Linda listens to her story.

                                     STACY
                         I really thought he would show up.  
                         I waited... and waited... and 
                         waited...

                                     LINDA
                         That little prick.

                                     STACY
                         Then I called his house, and his 
                         mother told me he was in the garage 
                         helping his father.

                                     LINDA
                         That little prick.

                                     STACY
                         I paid for it and everything.

                                     LINDA
                         There goes your stereo for another 
                         year. Mike Damone is a no-brain little 
                         prick. I'm not letting him get away 
                         with this.

                                     STACY
                         Don't do anything, Linda. I'd rather 
                         just forget about it. I don't even 
                         like the guy.

                                     LINDA
                         Stacy, he's not a guy.
                              (loud)
                         He's a little prick!

               Stacy lies back on the bed.

               EXT. DAMONE HOUSE - MORNING

               The front door to the Damone house opens, and out walks Mike 
               Damone carrying some books. He looks troubled, burdened, and 
               stares down at the walkway as he moves towards his car. He 
               walks around, starts to pen the car door, then he sees it. 
               There, in white spray paint across the driver's door, is the 
               message: PRICK.

                                     DAMONE
                         Shhhhhhhhhit.

               He looks both ways, and starts back towards the house.

               EXT. DAMONE CAR

               Mike Damone travels down Ridgemont Drive, making the turn 
               into the school parking lot. There is a large cardboard panel 
               taped on the side of his car.

               EXT. DAMONE'S LOCKER

               He arrives at his locker, where, in white spray paint, there 
               is another message: LITTLE PRICK.

               Several girls walk by, they laugh knowingly.

                                     GIRL #1
                         Hi, Mike!

                                     GIRL #2
                         Hi, mike!

               Damone backs up against the locker, with a sick smile on his 
               face.

                                     DAMONE
                         Hi... girls.

               More students pass, looking strangely at the young man pinned 
               against his own locker.

               EXT. BOY'S LOCKER ROOM - AFTERNOON

               Damone exits the boys locker room. Just as he does, he is 
               accosted by The Rat. We have never quite heard this tone in 
               The Rat's voice before.

                                     THE RAT
                         Damone? What happened between you 
                         and Stacy?

               Damone feigns The Attitude, shakes his head. Damone sighs.

                                     DAMONE
                         Let me tell you something, Rat.  
                         Sometimes girls just go haywire. It 
                         was a month ago, I've been trying to 
                         think of a way to tell you ever since. 
                         We started messing around and...
                              (shrugs)
                         ...something happened. It's all over 
                         with. It's no big deal. I never called 
                         her again.

               The Rat says nothing.

                                     DAMONE
                         If you ask me, she's pretty 
                         aggressive. You understand what I'm 
                         saying?

                                     THE RAT
                         No Damone. I don't understand.

                                     DAMONE
                         She wasn't really your girlfriend 
                         anyway.

                                     THE RAT
                         Hey fuck you Damone. There's a lot 
                         of girls out there and you mess around 
                         with Stacy. What have you got to 
                         prove?

                                     DAMONE
                         Jesus. I'm sorry.

                                     THE RAT
                         I always stick up for you. Whenever 
                         people say 'Aw, that Damone is a 
                         loudmouth' -- and they say that a 
                         lot -- I say 'You just don't know 
                         Damone.' When someone says you're an 
                         idiot, I tell them 'Damone's not an 
                         idiot. You just don't know him.' 
                         Well, you know, Damone, maybe they 
                         do know you pretty good. And I'm 
                         just finding out.

                                     DAMONE
                         Fine. Get lost.

               Damone starts to push past him, but The Rat shoves his 
               shoulder hard.

                                     DAMONE
                         All right, Rat. You want to do 
                         something about it?

               Damone begins the classic high school fighting ritual. He 
               throws his books down. He takes a step back. He goes into a 
               crouch. He gestures towards himself. Then Damone says the 
               universally recognized high school fighting words.

                                     DAMONE
                         Well come on.

               The Rat shows no fear. As other kids begin to crowd around 
               the two boys, Rat throws his own books down.

               He takes a step back, goes into the crouch. He gestures toward 
               himself.

                                     THE RAT
                         You come on.

               They stand there, gesturing, neither one of them wanting to 
               make the first move.

                                     DAMONE
                         No. You come on, you wuss.

               Assistant Coach Mr. Sexton comes running out of the boy's 
               locker room, and steps in front of the two boys.

                                     SEXTON
                         Hey! Knock this crap off!!

               The Rat stalks off, disappearing into the crowd of onlookers.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. RIDGEMONT DRIVE - NIGHT

               The Ridgemont Drive strip is filled with cars, cruising for 
               parties. There is a lot of honking, and yelling out windows. 
               Everyone is headed towards the beach. We stay on a lowly 7-
               11 store near the freeway entrance.

               EXT. 7-11 STORE - NIGHT

               A yellow Firebird slowly, menacingly cruises the empty parking 
               lot. It does not stop.

               Then, around the corner, walks Jeff Spicoli. We see him in 
               the neon 7-11 light, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets 
               of baggy jeans. He walks inside the store. He is the only 
               shopper.

               INT. 7-11 STORE

               Brad Hamilton stands behind the counter in a red and white 
               striped shirt and cap, making fresh coffee. Jeff Spicoli 
               trudges up to the counter. He looks at Brad. Brad looks at 
               Spicoli. There is an unspoken edge between them.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, mon, can I use the bathroom?

               Brad squints his eyes, looks at the sign on the back room 
               door.

               ANGLE ON

               sign which reads: Rest Room For Employees Only.

                                     BRAD
                         Go ahead. Just make it quick.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Totally.

                                     BRAD
                         It's the first door on your left.

               Spicoli disappears into the back room. Brad sighs, looks at 
               the clock. It reads: 11:15. Then he hears Spicoli from the 
               back room.

                                     SPICOLI (O.S.)
                         I can't find it, mon!

                                     BRAD
                         It's the first door on your left!

                                     SPICOLI (O.S.)
                         On the ledge?

                                     BRAD
                         First door on your left!

                                     SPICOLI (O.S.)
                         There it is!

               Brad sighs again. He loads a new filter into the coffee maker.

               EXT./INT. 7-11 STORE

               A moment later, the yellow Firebird pulls into the 7-11 
               parking lot. A man in a windbreaker comes hurtling out of 
               the car, into the store. He spray paints the scanning camera 
               above the door. He hustles up to the counter, produces a .45 
               Magnum and points it chest high at Brad. There is a glazed 
               and nervous speedy edge to his voice.

                                     ROBBER
                         I want money. And I want it all -- 
                         now.

               Brad looks pale and young under the fluorescent 7-11 light.

               He speaks slowly.

                                     BRAD
                         They empty and close the big safe 
                         here at midnight.

                                     ROBBER
                              (getting tougher)
                         I know this store. I know where the 
                         safe is.

               He bangs the gun on the counter, hard.

                                     ROBBER
                         Over there behind the donut case.  
                         Now move!

               Brad slowly moves to the donut case, like a zombie.

                                     BRAD
                         I'm instructed to tell you that we 
                         are on a video alarm system and there 
                         are other hidden cameras in the 
                         store...

                                     ROBBER
                         Just give me the money. Move it.

                                     BRAD
                         Okay.
                              (legs are shaking)
                         I just started here, and they just 
                         taught me the procedure. I'll give 
                         you the money, just let me figure 
                         this out.

                                     ROBBER
                              (very menacing)
                         Move it. Move it.

               Brad opens the phony back of the donut case and fiddles with 
               the strongbox combination.

                                     ROBBER
                              (more menacing)
                         Let's go, stupid.

               Brad looks at the gunman.

                                     BRAD
                         You motherfucker. Get off my fuckin' 
                         case.

               The Robber is about to react when the bathroom door opens 
               and Jeff Spicoli starts out, wiping his hands on his pants.

                                     SPICOLI
                         No towels, mon...

               The Robber turns to look at Spicoli, and that is all that 
               Brad Hamilton needs. Just like it is the most natural thing 
               in the world, Brad reaches for the hot, steaming coffee pot 
               he has just made and throws it into the gunman's face and 
               hands.

                                     ROBBER
                         Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!

               The .45 falls out of his hand and rattles to the floor. The 
               gunman is still grabbing his face, and looking at his skinless 
               hands in horror when Brad snaps up the gun. In the parking 
               lot, the gunman's accomplice, poised behind the wheel of the 
               yellow Firebird, spots the foul-up and screeches out of the 
               parking lot.

                                     BRAD
                         There goes your ride home.

               Brad pulls the under-counter alarm with newfound confidence. 
               Jeff Spicoli stands there, mesmerized at the entire event.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Awesome. Totally awesome.

               EXT. RIDGEMONT MALL - NIGHT

               Kids are pouring into the Ridgemont mall. Summer banners are 
               already up.

               INT. THE MALL - NIGHT

               In the midst of all the kids and shoppers, we see The Rat 
               walking slowly down the promenade. He is wearing an Army 
               surplus jacket, and his hands are buried deep in his pockets.

               Two girls pass his way. One smiles briefly at him, and The 
               Rat turns to watch her pass. He is about to say something to 
               her, then no. He walks on, sees Swenson's Ice-Cream Parlor 
               up ahead. The Rat decides to walk the other way.

               INT. SWENSON'S - NIGHT

               The place is busy again, filled with shoppers and teenagers 
               in summer-type clothing.

               We see Stacy Hamilton, once again, at the cash register 
               wearing an Assistant manager name tag and a hostess gown.  
               She handles a customer's bill, then stands there a moment, 
               looking glum. Linda Barrett approaches.

                                     STACY
                         Another summer of working at 
                         Swenson's.

                                     LINDA
                         Come on. There's lots of men around 
                         here. Keep your eyes open.

                                     STACY
                         You know, Linda. I've finally figured 
                         it out. It's not sex I want. Anyone 
                         can have sex.

                                     LINDA
                         What do you want?

                                     STACY
                         I want romance.

                                     LINDA
                         Romance in Ridgemont? We don't even 
                         get cable TV.

               ANGLE ON

               the back kitchen door, which swings open, and out comes Mike 
               Damone in a peppermint Swenson's shirt.

               He wipes some grime on his pants.

                                     STACY
                         Mike! You have a mess on C-9!

                                     DAMONE
                         All right. All right. I just cleaned 
                         B-8. Give me a break.

                                     STACY
                         Get going.

               The two girls smile, go back to their posts.

               INT. JEFF SPICOLI'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Jeff Spicoli sits in his room, and it is his castle. Clothes 
               lie in disarray on the floor. A huge half-waxed surfboard is 
               propped against the window. We see Spicoli dressed in a too 
               large white short-sleeved shirt, attempting to tie his 
               father's fat paisley tie. He stops to take a hit from his 
               bong, all the while talking on the phone. The music of Lynyrd 
               Skynyrd's "Freebird" plays on the radio.

                                     SPICOLI
                         I... am... so... wasted, mon. What 
                         is in this shit?
                              (pause)
                         Doesn't that stuff cause brain damage?
                              (pause)
                         Bitchin'.

               Spicoli listens for a moment. He rubs his eyes, shakes his 
               head. He is really buzzed.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, mon, I am going to Mexico as 
                         soon as school is out. Two more weeks, 
                         bud. Week from Wednesday.
                              (pause)
                         I am gonna take both boards, my duck 
                         feet, many cases of beer, and just 
                         jam.
                              (pause)
                         No, mon, from school. I'm leaving as 
                         soon as school gets out. I'll be at 
                         Sunset Cliffs by nighttime.
                              (pause)
                         Totally.
                              (pause)
                         Later.

               Spicoli hangs up, and concentrates on tying his tie. He almost 
               strangles himself. Then suddenly the door to his room flies 
               open and Spicoli's little brother Curtis bursts in.

                                     CURTIS
                         Jeff you have company!

                                     SPICOLI
                         Go away, Curtis. If you can't knock, 
                         I can't hear you.

               Curtis slams the door and leaves. A moment later there is a 
               knock.

                                     SPICOLI
                         That's better. Come in.

               The door swings open and Jeff Spicoli sits in stoned shock 
               at the sight before him. There, standing in the doorway of 
               his room is Mr. Hand.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Mr... Mr. Hand.

                                     MR. HAND
                         That's right, Jeff. Mind if I come 
                         in?

               Spicoli can only nod.

                                     MR. HAND
                              (calling downstairs)
                         Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Spicoli.

               Hand walks into Spicoli's room, takes off his suit jacket 
               and lays it on the chair back. He stops a moment and catches 
               the stare of Miss January Penthouse on the wall, then turns 
               to Spicoli.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Were you going somewhere tonight, 
                         Jeff?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Yeah. The Graduation Dance Mr. Hand. 
                         It's the last school event of the 
                         year.

                                     MR. HAND
                         I'm afraid we've got some things to 
                         discuss here, Jeff.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Did I do something wrong, Mr. Hand?

               Hand removes several copies of Oui Magazine from another 
               chair and sits down. He sets his briefcase on Spicoli's 
               dresser, next to a bag of pot, and opens it up for easy 
               access.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Do you want to sit there, Jeff?

                                     SPICOLI
                         I don't know. I guess so.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Fine. You sit right here on your 
                         bed. I'll use the chair here.
                              (pause)
                         As I explained to your parents just 
                         a moment ago, and to you many times 
                         since the very beginning of the school 
                         year -- I don't like to spend my 
                         time waiting for late students, or 
                         detention cases. I'd rather be 
                         preparing the lesson.

               Mr. Hand takes a sheet from his briefcase and looks at it.

                                     MR. HAND
                         According to my calculations, Mr.  
                         Spicoli, you wasted a total of eight 
                         hours of my time this year.  And 
                         rest assured that is a kind estimate.

               He returns the sheet to his case and looks into Spicoli's 
               weed-ravaged eyes.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Now, Mr. Spicoli, comes a rare moment 
                         for me. Now I have the unique pleasure 
                         of squaring our account. Tonight, 
                         you and I are going to talk in great 
                         detail about the Davis Agreement, 
                         all the associated treaties, and the 
                         American Revolution in particular.  
                         Now if you can just turn to Chapter 
                         47 of Lord of Truth And Liberty.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, it's in my locker, Mr. Hand.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Well, then, I'm glad I remembered to 
                         bring an extra copy just for you.

               Hand reaches in his case and produces the book. He hands it 
               to Spicoli.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. SPICOLI'S ROOM - HOURS LATER

               Wearily, Spicoli is trying to grasp the material.

                                     SPICOLI
                         ...so, like, when Jefferson went 
                         before the people what he was saying 
                         was 'Hey, we left this place in 
                         England because it was bogus, and if 
                         we don't come up with some cool rules 
                         ourself, we'll be bogus, too!' Right?

               ANGLE ON MR. HAND

               who nods his head.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Very close, Jeff.

               Hand reaches over and gets his case.

                                     MR. HAND
                         I think I've made my point with you 
                         tonight.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, Mr. Hand, can I ask you a 
                         question?

                                     MR. HAND
                         What's that?

                                     SPICOLI
                         Do you have a guy like me every year? 
                         A guy to... I don't know, make a 
                         show of. Teach other kids lessons 
                         and stuff?

                                     MR. HAND
                         Well, you'll find out next year.

                                     SPICOLI
                              (smiling)
                         No way, mon. When I graduate U.S. 
                         history I ain't even coming over to 
                         your side of the building.

                                     MR. HAND
                         If you graduate.

                                     SPICOLI
                              (panicked)
                         You're gonna flunk me?!

               Mr. Hand pauses a moment, then breaks into the nearest 
               approximation of a grin we have seen all year. It isn't much, 
               but it's noticeable. His lips crinkle at the ends.

                                     MR. HAND
                         Don't worry, Spicoli. You'll probably 
                         squeak by.

                                     SPICOLI
                         All right! Oh, yeah!

               Mr. Hand has now gathered all his material, and he stands to 
               approach Spicoli's door. Jeff jumps up, extends his hand.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Aloha, Mr. Hand!

                                     MR. HAND
                         Aloha, Spicoli.

               Mr. Hand exits the room, and descends the staircase of the 
               Spicoli household. Spicoli kicks the door shut, grins, and 
               continues struggling with his tie.

               INT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - NIGHT

               Tight angle on the emotion-filled face of the lead singer in 
               a cheesy high school band called the T Birds. He is bathed 
               in a blue light, singing the last verse of The Eagles' 'Take 
               It To The Limit'.

               We pull back to reveal a large, clumsy banner reading: LAST 
               DANCE. Students are pouring into the gym for this event. 
               Many have brought their annual yearbooks. On stage, the lead 
               singer snaps his fingers and the band goes into Nick Lowe's 
               'Heart of the City'. Some students start to dance.

               Every one of our characters is either here, or about to 
               arrive. From Charles Jefferson to Spicoli to Mr. Hand. For 
               once, all classes are partying together. But, just as in the 
               beginning of the year on lunch court, the kids are still 
               cordoned off into their distinctive cliques.

               ANGLE ON MORE STUDENTS ARRIVING

               at the Last Dance. They see Mr. Hand signing annuals by the 
               door. They all say the same thing as they pass, "Aloha, Mr. 
               Hand". He nods in return.

               ANGLE ON STACY

               surveying the growing mob of annual-crazed students. From 
               behind her comes Linda Barrett in a low-cut black dress.

                                     STACY
                         Where's Doug?

                                     LINDA
                         He's not coming.

                                     STACY
                         Not coming? What happened?

                                     LINDA
                         He says he's got to stay in Chicago.
                              (sighs)
                         He says I should visit him sometimes.

                                     STACY
                         Sometime?

                                     LINDA
                         Yeah, like maybe never.

                                     STACY
                         But what are you going to do?

                                     LINDA
                         Well I might go to Dartmouth.

                                     STACY
                         Dartmouth?!

                                     LINDA
                         I didn't tell anyone I applied cause 
                         I never thought I'd make it.

                                     STACY
                         I can't believe it! But what about 
                         Doug?

                                     LINDA (STOIC)
                         There's a world of guys out there.  
                         I just wish I didn't have to date 
                         any of them.

                                     STACY
                         Hey -- Doug Stallworth? It's his 
                         loss.

               ANGLE ON MIKE DAMONE

               in another part of the dance, by the Junior class sponsored 
               food counter. Damone is standing, talking to several girls, 
               gesturing and being Damone, Mr. Attitude.

                                     DAMONE
                         Sign my annual, honey.

               The girls look at each other, laugh. They walk away.

               ANGLE ON THE RAT

               standing nearby.

                                     THE RAT
                         You're losing it, Damone.

                                     DAMONE
                         You're crazy. Those girls love me.

               ANGLE ON JEFF SPICOLI

               sprawled out in the bleachers with his surfer stoner buddies. 
               He turns to one admiring stoner (Todd).

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, mon. Sign my annual.

               Spicoli slips the annual into the kid's crotch. The stoner 
               winces in pain, but still opens the book and lingers on all 
               the signings in Spicoli's annual.

               They are all drug-related messages from fellow stoners. After 
               a moment, Spicoli's friend signs:

               "Thanks for the reds. Todd."

                                     TODD
                         Hey, mon, good thing we're going to 
                         Mexico this summer. 'Cause you're 
                         gonna get kicked out of your house 
                         when your parents read your annual.

               INT. GYMNASIUM - ANGLE ON DOOR

               Brad Hamilton pushes both doors open, and makes his entrance 
               into the Last Dance. There is a lot of activity going on, 
               but all nearby eyes turn to Brad as he walks into the dance. 
               Fifteen kids immediately gravitate towards him. They all 
               want Brad to sign their annuals, to talk about the 7-11 
               incident. Onstage, the T-Birds play the Beatles' "It Won't 
               Be Long".

               We see Brad's old girlfriend Lisa push up to him. Her new 
               jock boyfriend holds a protective arm around her.

                                     LISA
                         I saw your picture in the paper. You 
                         had the greatest look on your face!

                                     ANOTHER STUDENT
                         Front of the Metro Section. I'm 
                         telling my parents, 'I know this 
                         guy, I know this guy.'

               Lisa's boyfriend pulls his arm tighter around her.

                                     LISA
                         Will you sign my annual, Brad?

               Brad smiles, nods. He signs, and gives her his. We then see 
               Brad's three Buddies from Carl's Jr. come up, pat him on the 
               back and grab his shoulder. Brad studies them warily.

                                     BUDDY #1
                         Fuckin' manager of 7-11!

                                     BUDDY #2
                         Get us jobs over there, Brad! You 
                         can do it!

                                     BRAD
                         Since when do you guys want to work 
                         at 7-11?

                                     BUDDY #2
                         Come on, Brad! It would be great!  
                         All of us together!

                                     BRAD
                         Well, 7-11 is a tremendous operation. 
                         It's really changed, man. They've 
                         got great food, great magazines, 
                         videogames... it's class. Total class.

                                     BUDDY #3
                         As soon as you can get us in there, 
                         we're gone from Carl's, Brad.

                                     BUDDY #2
                         Yeah, man, all the little punks from 
                         junior high have taken over the place.

               Brad leaves his old buddies. He grins and notices someone 
               across the crowded dance floor.

                                     BRAD
                         Hey, Thompson! Wendell! Get a job!

               They laugh, flip him off. Brad is back in his element at 
               last. He moves into the main dancing area, works his way 
               across the room, past the bleachers, when he hears a voice.

                                     SPICOLI (O.S.)
                         Hamilton!

               Brad turns around, seen Spicoli sitting on the bottom rung 
               of the bleachers. Spicoli looks back with true respect.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Awesome.

               He throws Brad his annual. Brad gives him his. They sign.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Easy, mon.

                                     BRAD
                         Later.

               ANGLE ON THE BLEACHERS

               where several couples are passionately making out. Four 
               teachers clomp up into the stands from different angles. 
               They pin the couples in flashlight beams, like the main tower 
               pinning an escaping prisoner.

               ANGLE ON THE T-BIRDS

               onstage, singing the Rolling Stones' "I'm Free".

               EXT. GYNMASIUM - NIGHT

               We see Jeff Spicoli leave the dance and come backing down 
               the stairs with a stoner bud. His fist is in the air.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Summer, mon! We're there!

               He turns to his stoner bud.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Let's roll, my man.

               Spicoli backs right into a young buzz-cut kid.

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, bud! Watch yourself!

               Spicoli turns around to see he's backed into a squad of eight 
               Lincoln Surf Nazis. They are all standing on the steps, 
               waiting.

                                     SURF NAZI
                         Are you Jeff Spicoli?

               Spicoli looks up and down the row of Surf Nazis. On the end, 
               he sees L.C.

                                     L.C.
                         That's him! He did it!

                                     SPICOLI
                         Hey, mon, I don't know what your 
                         trip is, but...

               Spicoli dashes off down Luna Street. L.C. and the Surf Nazis 
               take out in hot pursuit, chasing him through the parking 
               lot, past Ridgemont High, and into the night. They will never 
               catch him.

                                                             SLOW DISSOLVE:

               INT. RIDGEMONT MALL

               School is out and it's summer business as usual at the 
               Ridgemont Mall. We see the same stores, the same packs of 
               kids roaming the three tiers.

               ANGLE ON MARK RATNER

               who stands against the railing in his Cinema Four jacket, 
               gazing across the mall at Swenson's Ice Cream Parlor. He 
               sees Stacy walk two girlfriends to the outdoor front tables, 
               and almost look his way.

               The Rat turns away suddenly. Then he hears her calling out 
               after him.

                                     STACY
                         Hey Mark! Turn around!

               Ratner turns around, affects total and complete cool. He 
               waves across the mall to her.

                                     STACY
                         Come over here!

               He looks back at his post at the theatre, decides it's okay 
               to step away. He walks across the mall.

               INT. SWENSON'S

               Stacy is standing by the sundae bar. Next to her are two 
               empty stools. After a moment, we see The Rat plop onto one 
               of the metal stools. He pounds the seat next to him with the 
               palm of his hand.

                                     THE RAT
                         You. Sit.

               Stacy turns to look at him, smiles. She sits.

                                     STACY
                         Hi, Mark.

                                     THE RAT
                         Hi, Stacy. How are you?

                                     STACY
                         I'm fine. Mark, I'm so glad you came 
                         over here because I want you to know 
                         something. I just thought I would 
                         tell you that I really enjoyed getting 
                         to know you this year.

               The Rat maintains The Attitude.

                                     THE RAT
                         Yeah? About fifty people I didn't 
                         know wrote that in my annual.

                                     STACY
                         I know everybody says it, but I really 
                         mean it.

               The Rat looks at her from the corner of his eyes.

                                     THE RAT
                         Really?

                                     STACY
                         Yeah. I want you to have this picture, 
                         so you won't forget what I look like. 
                         And so you'll remember to call me 
                         over the summer.

               She withdraws a picture from her pocket, hands it to The 
               Rat.

                                     THE RAT
                         Well, I don't know, I may be doing 
                         some traveling this summer. I don't 
                         know how much I'll be around...
                              (breaks down, takes 
                              picture)
                         But I'll give you a call sometime.

                                     STACY
                         I'd like that.

               She gives him a kiss on the mouth, gets up and walks away. 
               The Rat sits there, smiling at the way things sometimes turn 
               out. He slips the picture into his pocket, a satisfied young 
               man.

               INT./EXT. SWENSON'S AND MALL

               The Rat is joined by Mike Damone, who has changed into his 
               street clothes.

                                     DAMONE
                         She wants it, Rat.

               The Rat snickers, shakes his head.

                                     DAMONE
                         I saw you. You had pure Attitude.

               The Rat turns to look at his friend.

                                     THE RAT
                         The Attitude, Damone, is only good 
                         until you meet the right girl.

                                     DAMONE
                         Whatever you say, Rat.

               They take off together, blending into the crowd of kids 
               walking the mall.

                                     THE RAT
                         And... you can only tell it's the 
                         right girl if you're sensitive.

                                     DAMONE
                         Sensitive -- what is that?

                                     THE RAT
                         Sensitive is when you can tell how 
                         people feel without asking.

                                     DAMONE
                         So what makes you so sensitive?

                                     THE RAT
                         Well, for one, I read. I don't watch 
                         as much television as you. I'm trying 
                         to feel things more. I'm learning a 
                         lot about people.

                                     DAMONE
                         What do you read? What's the last 
                         book you read?

                                     THE RAT
                         Lust For Life. It's the story of 
                         Vincent Van Gough.

                                     DAMONE
                              (scoffs)
                         Yeah, well, I saw the movie. That 
                         must mean I'm sensitive too.

                                     THE RAT
                         It's a way, Damone. It's a vibe. I 
                         put it out, and I have personally 
                         found that girls do respond.

               Damone laughs, shoves him hard. We lose sight of the two 
               boys in the sea of kids.

               SERIES OF ANGLES

               of Ridgemont Center Mall with music.

               CREDITS

                                                             FADE TO BLACK:

                                         THE END