10 Things I Hate About You Page #13

He hands it over.

PATRICK:

(smiling)

Michael -- did you get this information

"illegally"?

Michael puts a finger to his lips.

MICHAEL:

I prefer to think of it simply as an

alternative to what the law allows.

PATRICK:

I'm likin' you guys better

He looks down at the list of CDs.

PATRICK:

(continuing)

This is really music?

INT. KAT'S ROOM - NIGHT

MUSIC BLARES in a room with minimalist decor splashed with

indie rock band posters and flyers.

Kat and Mandella dance as they dress and apply make-up

Bianca enters, interrupting their fun.

BIANCA:

Can you turn down the Screaming

Menstrual B*tches? I'm trying to study.

Kat doesn't move, so Bianca crosses to the stereo, turning

down the volume.

BIANCA:

(continuing)

Don't tell me you're actually going

out? On a school night, no less.

Kat shoots her a glare

BIANCA:

(continuing;

excited)

Oh my God, does this mean you're

becoming normal?

KAT:

It means that Gigglepuss is playing at

Club Skunk and we're going.

BIANCA:

(disappointed)

Oh, I thought you might have a date

(beat)

I don't know why I'm bothering to ask,

but are you going to Bogey Lowenstein's

party Saturday night?

KAT:

What do you think?

BIANCA:

I think you're a freak. I think you do

this to torture me. And I think you

suck.

She smiles sweetly and shuts the door behind her. Kat

doesn't bat an eye. She grabs her purse and opens the door

KAT:

Let's hit it.

EXT. CLUB SKUNK - NIGHT

A happy black and white neon skunk sprays fine mist on the

line of kids below.

INT. CLUB FOYER - NIGHT

Kat and Mandella walk in, Mandella nervously pulling out her

fake ID. The giant, afroed bouncer, BRUCE, looks typically

mono-syllabic.

MANDELLA:

(whispering to Kat)

You think this'll work?

KAT:

No fear.

They approach Bruce. Kat puts on her happy, shiny face

KAT:

(continuing)

Hello! We'd like two for Gigglepuss!

Bruce looks the girls up and down.

BRUCE:

I can count.

He looks at their IDs. Mandella gently moves Kat aside,

wearing a face that could only be described as "I AM a

Victoria's Secret model."

MANDELLA:

I'll bet you can..

She sticks out her chest and licks her lips. Bruce stares

at her deadpan and hands her back the IDs.

BRUCE:

Go ahead.

(to Mandella)

And you

MANDELLA:

(all come hither)

Yes?

BRUCE:

Take it easy on the guys in there.

Mandella winks at him and sashays inside Kat: follows

behind, shaking her head.

EXT. CLUB SKUNK - NIGHT

Patrick's mail truck clatters to a stop out front.

INT. CLUB FOYER - NIGHT

Patrick walks up to Bruce, who's frisking a badly mowhawked

PIERCED EYEBROW BOY. Bruce pulls a SWITCHBLADE out of the

boy's inside pocket.

BRUCE:

Next time, leave the Bic at home,

Skippy.

SKIPPY:

It's a bottle opener.

Bruce pushes him inside the club, then sees Patrick.

BRUCE:

Verona, my man.

They shake.

PATRICK:

Always a pleasure, Brucie.

BRUCE:

Didn't have you pegged for a Gigglepuss

fan. Aren't they a little too pre-teen

belly-button ring for you?

PATRICK:

Fan of a fan. You see a couple of

minors come in?

BRUCE:

Never

PATRICK:

Padua girls. One tall, decent body.

The other one kinda short and

undersexed?

BRUCE:

Just sent 'em through.

Patrick starts to go in

BRUCE:

(continuing)

Hey -- what happened to that chick you

brought last time? The one with the

snake?

Patrick laughs and goes into the club

INT. CLUB - NIGHT

Onstage, the all-female band GIGGLEPUSS is parlaying their

bad girl sass into a ripping punk number.

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