Crazy\Beautiful Page #2

Cut it out.|Come on, this is detention.

NICOLE:
Hey.

This is how we first met.

What?

Picking up trash.

Just let me do the work, OK?

Sure.

QUARTERBACK:
3, 2, hut!

You got it!

[ Whistle blows ]

MAN:
Good job.

- Carlos.|- What?

- I'm sorry.|- Yeah, well, so am I.

No, I really am.|Come on, it's just detention.

You're not going|to be scarred for life.

You may even still|get into college.

Look, you guys play around|at being bad-ass...

which is cool. Whatever.

But it's not like that|for me.

I get on this bus...

this piece of sh*t,|stinking bus...

two hours each way,|just to be here.

So if I wanted to screw up,|I'd do it at my home school...

because I'd get|a hell of a lot more sleep.

But I'm here, OK?

I'm here because|I really want to be here.

And you,|you're here because...

Why are you here,|if it's such a big joke to you?

I don't know.|Ask my father.

What?

Nothing.

[ Sighs ]

Why were you on the beach?

Beach?

You didn't rob any 7-Eleven.

Oh.

DUI. I got stopped|coming home from a club.

Damn, that's pretty stupid.

Yeah. Didn't seem stupid|at the time.

Then again, I was wasted.

I don't know, man.|Just don't play me, OK?

I won't play you.

I don't want to be played.

OK. I won't.|I'm not going to play you.

OK?

NICOLE:
I promise.

Aw, come on!

You're supposed to drop back|into coverage, Lucky!

And don't give him|a free release on the inside!

Nunez, where the hell|you been?

- Detention, sir.|- Detention?

You pay me back|after practice.

You give me an hour|in that weight room.

Let's go!|On the ball!

All right, man,|I'm outta here, bro.

We're not supposed|to leave until 6:30.

Dude, there's no one here.|We can leave whenever.

[ Scoffs ]|Aw, you're a trip, Nunez.

See you later, homey.

Damn.

[ Singer rapping in Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

CARLOS:
Missed the bus.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Detention.

It's no big deal, Mom.

[ Singer rapping ]

MADDY:
All right. I got it.

No. I got it.

[ Turns off music ]

OK. Let me just talk|to my girl...

and I'll call you right back.

OK. Bye.

Uhh!|OK, here's the plan.

Derek knows this party|in the Colony...

but he's not exactly invited.

But he thinks that if|he hooks up with us...

whoa--that we can|for sure get in...

because we're just|so irresistible.

NICOLE:
You know,|there's a football game.

A what?

A football game.

I heard you.|The Pacific game?

- Yeah.|- Football?

What? It'll be fun|for a goof. Come on.

Oh, my God.|You're so obvious.

What?

- What?|- What?

What am I obvious about?

- Slut.|- Shut up.

MADDY:
|Can I have two, please?

NICOLE:
Two.|Two, two, two..

We did not wear our blue.

Oh, sh*t.|I forgot to wear anything.

[ Both laugh ]

Offense, offense!|Here we go!

Oh! My bad.

[ Cheerleaders cheering ]

[ Laughs ] Boom, boom!

CHEERLEADERS:
|Boom, boom, what up?

Boom, boom, what up?

[ Singer rapping ]

Let's go. Let's go.

TEAM:
1, 2, 3, go!

MAN ON P.A.:
Nunez,|number 32, on the field.

Nunez with the ball.

Unh!

Whoo!

NICOLE:
[ Trills ] Whoo!

MAN ON P.A.:
|Number 32, Carlos Nunez,

with the reception.

Come on!

PLAYER:
Hell, yeah!

[ Blows whistle ]

[ Shouting ]

Whoo! Yes!

If you tell anybody|I just did that...

I'm going to kill you.

- I will.|- OK.

PLAYER:
Oh, yes!|We did it, baby!

Nice seeing you, now.

[ Yelling ]

Way to go, Nunez.|You got a lot of heart, baby.

That's meat, baby.|You know it.

And you know it.

PLAYER:
Yes!

You need|a ride to Carmen's, bro?

What's happening at Carmen's?

Hey, free cerveza,|free food.

Maybe some other free stuff,|you know what I'm saying?

BOY:
You faked|that guy out so bad...

when he hit the ground,|I could've swore...

he sitting on himself.

Hey, he didn't see nothing|but your ass cheeks, man.

Good game, you guys,|all right?

Hey, all right, Coach.

COACH:
Try to stay|out of trouble.

BOY:
Hey, stay out|of the strip club, man.

[ Rock music playing ]

BOY:
Man, you like that,|don't you?

NICOLE:
|Come here, hot stuff!

[ Laughs ]

BOY:
Hey, say hello|to your wife, Coach.

I'll see you guys later.

Hey, where are you|going, man?

I'll see you guys later.

You ain't hanging out with us?|What's up?

Hell, man,|we just won the game.

See you later.

BOY:
Oh, you got to be|kidding me.

[ Muttering ]

MADDY:
Hi.

You guys come to get me|in trouble again?

Uh, no.|We're off-duty.

We're not troublemakers.|We're innocent.

- Yeah.|- Look at our faces.

Don't we look innocent|together?

So, what'd you think|of the game?

What game?

It's going to be like that, huh?

So, what are you|doing tonight?

I got to catch the bus.|I got work tomorrow.

- Aww.|- That sucks.

Hey, we can take you home.

- It's far.|- Come on.

We'll take you wherever|you want to go.

[ Rock music playing ]

[ Both scream ]

Carlos,|which way am I going?

Just grab the 10.

- What?|- The 10.

- 10 what?|- 10 freeway!

RADIO:
Know when I'm rolling,|the trick is to keep it going

Flowing over nobody,|not knowing my head swollen

Who can control it, if you|try to say it's heartbroken

Looking for me, and I swear|it's in a careless motion

All the way down|by the pound

The sh*t you read about,|a nice, round figure

Anyone can figure out

And everything's for nothing|if you're willing to try

You got to make it,|you got to try to stay high

'Cause everybody|is in on something else

You gotta, you gotta find out|who and what it is

[ Tires squealing ]

[ Music stops ]

MADDY:
God, dude,|could you live any further?

I told you it was far.

You wanted to take me.|Damn.

NICOLE:
Maddy's never been|east of La Brea.

Shut up, dude.|You think you're down...

because you scored weed|in Pico Union one time?

NICOLE:
I'm telling you,|it was twice.

MADDY:
One time.

Two times, b*tch.

Two times.

- Are you OK?|- Yeah, I'm fine.

[ Laughs ]

I didn't say|you could touch that.

- Oh, yeah?|- Yeah.

Well, what can I touch?

CARLOS:
|What can you touch?

- Oh, come on, Carlos.|- Whoa, slow down.

- Why?|- Chill, girl.

Hey, you guys.

Damn,|that feels good, but...

NICOLE:
But what?

You guys!

- I like you.|- I like you, too.

MADDY:
You guys.|Are you guys hungry?

Because I'm starving.

CARLOS:
There's a place|right up the street.

NICOLE:
Oh, yeah?

There's a place|right up the street.

[ Laughs ]

CARLOS:
Keep going.|It's to the right.

NICOLE:
Don't crash.

CARLOS:
Watch it!

[ Brakes squeal ]

- Whoo!|- Hey!

[ Both laugh ]

MAN:
You guys all right?

CARLOS:
I don't know, man.|She's on drugs.

NICOLE:
Ow!

Ow, I hurt.

Love me, I hurt.

MADDY:
Baby.

NICOLE:
Will you pick me up?|Pick me up.

I want to be carried.

CARLOS:
I'll carry her|to the Taco Shack.

[ Music playing ]

CARLOS:
Don't mind her.

MADDY:
|Oh, this is so cool.

NICOLE:
Oh, my God,|I love this place.

- Put me down.|- All right.

MADDY:
Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Aw! Ow!

[ Nicole and Maddy laugh ]

MAN:
Whoo!

Whenever you're ready, guys.

NICOLE:
|Come on, Carlos. Come on.

You want to dance with me?

CARLOS:
|I'm not much of a dancer.

[ Crowd yelling in Spanish ]

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