10 Things I Hate About You

PADUA HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Welcome to Padua High School,, your typical urban-suburban

high school in Portland, Oregon. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,

Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep

out of their eyes and head for the main building.

PADUA HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY

KAT STRATFORD, eighteen, pretty -- but trying hard not to be

-- in a baggy granny dress and glasses, balances a cup of

coffee and a backpack as she climbs out of her battered,

baby blue '75 Dodge Dart.

A stray SKATEBOARD clips her, causing her to stumble and

spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.

The young RIDER dashes over to help, trembling when he sees

who his board has hit.

RIDER:

Hey -- sorry.

Cowering in fear, he attempts to scoop up her scattered

belongings.

KAT:

Leave it

He persists.

KAT (continuing)

I said, leave it!

She grabs his skateboard and uses it to SHOVE him against a

car, skateboard tip to his throat. He whimpers pitifully

and she lets him go. A path clears for her as she marches

through a pack of fearful students and SLAMS open the door,

entering school.

INT. GIRLS' ROOM - DAY

BIANCA STRATFORD, a beautiful sophomore, stands facing the

mirror, applying lipstick. Her less extraordinary, but

still cute friend, CHASTITY stands next to her.

BIANCA:

Did you change your hair?

CHASTITY:

No.

BIANCA:

You might wanna think about it

Leave the girls' room and enter the hallway.

HALLWAY - DAY- CONTINUOUS

Bianca is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd, both

boys

and girls alike.

BOY:

(adoring)

Hey, Bianca.

GIRL:

Awesome shoes.

The greetings continue as Chastity remains wordless and

unaddressed by her side. Bianca smiles proudly,

acknowledging her fans.

GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY

CAMERON JAMES, a clean-cut, easy-going senior with an open,

farm-boy face, sits facing Miss Perky, an impossibly cheery

guidance counselor.

MISS PERKY:

I'm sure you won't find Padua any

different than your old school. Same

little asswipe mother-f***ers

everywhere.

Her plastic smile never leaves her face. Cameron fidgets in

his chair uncomfortably.

MISS PERKY:

(continuing)

Any questions?

CAMERON:

I don't think so, ma'am

MISS PERKY:

Then go forth. Scoot I've got

deviants to see.

Cameron rises to leave and makes eye contact with PATRICK

VERONA, a sullen-looking bad ass senior who waits outside Ms

Perky's door. His slouch and smirk let us know how cool he

is.

Miss Perky looks down at her file and up at Patrick

MISS PERKY:

(continuing)

Patrick Verona. I see we're making our

visits a weekly ritual.

She gives him a withering glance. He answers with a charming

smile.

PATRICK:

I missed you.

MISS PERKY:

It says here you exposed yourself to a

group of freshmen girls.

PATRICK:

It was a bratwurst. I was eating

lunch.

MISS PERKY:

With the teeth of your zipper?

She motions for Patrick to enter her office and Cameron

shuffles out the door, bumping into MICHAEL ECKMAN, a lanky,

brainy senior who will either end up a politician or game

show host.

MICHAEL:

You the new guy?

CAMERON:

So they tell me...

MICHAEL:

C'mon. I'm supposed to give you the

tour.

They head out of the office

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

So -- which Dakota you from?

CAMERON:

North, actually. How'd you ?

MICHAEL:

I was kidding. People actually live

there?

CAMERON:

Yeah. A couple. We're outnumbered by

the cows, though.

MICHAEL:

How many people were in your old

school?

CAMERON:

Thirty-two.

MICHAEL:

Get out!

CAMERON:

How many people go here?

MICHAEL:

Couple thousand. Most of them evil

INT. HALLWAY - DAY- CONTINUOUS

Prom posters adorn the wall. Michael steers Cameron through

the crowd as he points to various cliques.

MICHAEL:

We've got your basic beautiful people.

Unless they talk to you first, don't

bother.

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