Apt Pupil Page #5
DUSSANDER:
Why should I? Why should I do any of it?
TODD:
Because you hung up the phone. That's why.
...And just so you know, just so there is no
misunderstanding whatsoever. Everything I
have on you, the compares, the want sheet,
all the photographs, are all in an envelope
under my mattress. I'm going to put it there
every time I come to see you. If anything
happens to me, if I should suddenly
disappear, some one will find it. Believe
me --
DUSSANDER:
That's a foolish thing to do. What if your
mother goes in your room anyway? What if she
hires a maid?
TODD:
You better hope she doesn't.
(looking at watch)
We're wasting time. Let's get started. I
have to be home for dinner. Today I want to
hear about the ovens. How you baked them
after they were dead... and before.
Pause.
DUSSANDER:
(to himself)
A boy... a boy...
TODD:
But before we start, put your teeth in. You
look better with your teeth.
EXT. DUSSANDER'S HOUSE - DUSK
It is later the same day. Todd emerges from the house. The
setting sun tells us he has been inside for several hours. He
picks up his bike and hops on. He stops. He turns to look up
the street in both directions. No one. A moment later he
pedals off down the street.
MAIN TITLES:
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
TITLE:
SEPTEMBER 1984A typical high school image. Rows of students sit listening to
a lecture from MR. PROXMIRE, fifties, as he weaves his way
through the aisles.
PROXMIRE:
But in 1902, Panama didn't exist. The
country we know as Panama was part of
Columbia.
As the teacher continues to lecture, the camera stops on JOEY,
17. On his desk is a folded note. He hands it across the aisle
and motions for it to be sent to Todd a few rows over. The note
moves across the room, avoiding the meandering teacher, on its
way to Todd.
PROXMIRE (CONT'D)
Now the nations of the west knew they needed
a canal through Central America. They were
tired of waiting for their ships to sail
around Cape Horn. This was the new century,
the age of modernization. And the U.S. was
at the forefront. Teddy Roosevelt was in the
White House, looking for any chance to assert
the might of America. When Columbia balked
at the offer made by the U.S. and England,
Roosevelt sent his naval war ships to sit off
the coast of Panama, just sit there, where
they could be seen from the coast.
The FEMALE STUDENT across the aisle from Todd now has the note.
She whispers to him but he doesn't hear. Todd is trying to say
awake with great difficulty.
The girl extends the note just as Proxmire passes. He stops,
turns around, plucks the note from the girl's hand and heads for
the front of the class.
PROXMIRE (CONT'D)
Finally Columbia gave up the territory for
about a tenth of its original price. And as
Roosevelt would say later, "The U.S. stole
the Panama canal fair and square."
Without glancing at it, Proxmire crumples the note and drops it
into the waste basket by his desk.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - LOCKER AREA - DAY
It is in between classes. The denizens of STUDENTS crowd around
their lockers. Among them is Todd. He searches through his
locker and selects a book. Suddenly the door SLAMS shut to
reveal the face of Joey standing against the lockers. Todd,
startled, jumps back.
JOEY:
(laughs)
Take it easy, Jesus. It's just me, flinch-
man.
TODD:
(serious)
Don't do that.
JOEY:
I got news for you. You're gonna like it.
TODD:
Walk with me to French.
The two walk down the corridor.
JOEY:
Someone likes you. Someone good.
TODD:
Who?
JOEY:
Well, I heard my sister talking on the phone
with Lisa Herman, and... well --
TODD:
You going to tell me who it is?
Two CHEERLEADERS pass them.
JOEY:
(lowering voice)
You didn't hear it from me.
TODD:
Fine.
JOEY:
Becky Trask.
TODD:
Was that so hard?
JOEY:
So ask her out and the weekend after next you
can double with me and Vanessa.
TODD:
What about this weekend?
JOEY:
I'm already planning on being grounded.
TODD:
Grounded? What for?
JOEY:
Where the hell you been? Report cards were
sent out today. I know that never affects
you...
They arrive at the door of Todd's classroom as the BELL SOUNDS.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Sh*t. Don't forget what I told you.
Joey runs off, leaving Todd looking after him.
EXT. DUSSANDER'S BACK PORCH - DAY
TITLE:
OCTOBER 1984It is late afternoon. Dussander sits in a rocking chair facing
out into the backyard. Todd is in the lawn chair off to the
side. He has just finished a McDonald's cheeseburger and is
about to start another one. Dussander eats a Big Mac, washing
it down with bourbon. A large cat keeps jumping onto
Dussander's lap while he is eating. He brushes it away annoyed.
TODD:
I've never seen anyone drink bourbon with
McDonald's before. ...So, How did the stuff
get to Patin?
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