Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #7

CASSANDRA:

(helpfully)

Okay, guys, how about the ozone

layer?

KIMBERLY:

Oh, yeah!

NICOLE:

Right!

BUFFY:

We gotta get rid of that! That's

right.

GARY MURRAY, a well meaning but pompous little administrator,

come up to the kids. He's kind of like Charlie Brown: you

always say his whole name.

GARY MURRAY:

I don't suppose you kids heard the

first bell, did you? The first

bell was saying, 'Start going to

class, it's time to go to class.'

In about thirty seconds the second

bell is going to be saying, 'Already

be in class.'

JEFFREY:

We're having a very important

discussion here.

GARY MURRAY:

Why do I have trouble believing

you?

JEFFREY:

Something from your childhood, maybe?

GARY MURRAY:

Button it, Kramer. Classes are

starting. Be there or beware.

Gary Murray walks off.

ANDY:

Man has a complex.

BUFFY:

He's got a... What do you call it?

A Napoleonic Code.

JENNIFER:

It's 'cause he's so tiny.

ANDY:

Yes, but what he lacks in height he

makes up in shortness.

They get up and start heading to class.

KIMBERLY:

Let's meet tonight, okay?

BUFFY:

Where?

KIMBERLY:

Cafe Blase.

NICOLE:

Cool. We can figure decorations

and stuff.

BUFFY:

Cassandra, you gotta come, too.

CASSANDRA:

Can't. History report. The Normans

and the Saxons.

BUFFY:

Bogutude. Blow it off.

CASSANDRA:

I really can't. Besides, it's pretty

interesting.

BUFFY:

(not harshly)

You're weird and I'm afraid of you.

Seriously, Cassandra, there's a lot

cooler things you could be doing

than your homework.

CASSANDRA:

Like what?

BUFFY:

Like my homework.

Buffy smiles, trots off.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE CITY - NIGHT

We see SHOTS of the deserted city at night. It's a small,

upscale town. Suburban streets, businesses, and a few more

depressed areas, boarded up houses. No one is out. TREES

RUSTLE, shadows flicker, but the curling mist is the only

visible presence.

CUT TO:

INT. CAFE BLASE - NIGHT

A classic faux-Fifties L.A. diner. Pictures of Frankie and

Annette, bright lights, those same tired Fifties standards

playing on the JUKEBOX. Buffy, Kimberly, Jennifer and Nicole

are sitting at the end of the counter, at the corner.

KIMBERLY:

I don't see why we have to invite

everyone.

BUFFY:

Kimberly, it's the senior dance.

NICOLE:

If we don't invite all the seniors

we can't use the school funds, you

know that.

KIMBERLY:

Can't they make exceptions? Maryanne

Heinel? She's such a scud. Can't

we have a Maryanne clause?

NICOLE:

Well, look who's here.

GIRLS' POV

Pike and Benny have entered the diner, quite drunk. As they

pass the jukebox, Benny gives it a kick and the music stops.

A few people look up, annoyed, as they approach the counter.

WAITRESS:

Hey!

BENNY:

The Fifties are over.

PIKE:

(earnestly)

We have to learn to let go.

WAITRESS:

Don't give me any trouble, okay?

PIKE:

No trouble. We just want to eat.

They sit next to Buffy and begin pooling their money on the

counter. It comes to about $2.50, heavy with pennies.

PIKE:

(continuing)

Come on, come on, fork up the scub.

BENNY:

That's it, man. That's the whole

story.

PIKE:

We're looking at a dog, possible

coffee...

He digs and produces a quarter from his pocket.

PIKE:

(continuing)

It's coffee.

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