Election Page #10

TAMMY:

Sure, Paul. No hard feelings.

PAUL:

Okay. Great. I feel good.

Paul is about to leave again but

PAUL:

Oh. Oh. Yeah. Right. One other

thing. Since you know Lisa so well,

could you give me some advice? I want

to get her something for helping me with

the election. You know, something

really special -- like flowers or candy

or flowers and candy. Or is that too

typical? I mean, can you think of

something? Something really special?

You know, something she'd really like?

Tammy looks as though she'd like to push the button on all the world's

atomic bombs.

EXT. TRACY'S DRIVEWAY DAY

CLOSE ON A GIANT OUTLINED "0" --

drawn on white paper. A hand enters frame with a brush and begins to

fill in the outline with blue tempera-paint.

Camera RISES to reveal the "0" as part of a giant banner. Tracy is

working on some letters, while ERIC OVERHOLDT is working on others.

TRACY (VO)

What happened at the speeches was an

unconscienceable travesty. That little

b*tch Tammy Metzier wanted to make a

fool out of me. Well, it wasn't going to

work. People do care who wins. Things do

matter.

Finally, we're high enough to read:

WHO CARES? I DO:
VOTE TRACY!

TRACY:

Eric, the "r" is supposed to be green,

not blue.

ERIC:

Oh. Okay.

Eric carefully paints over his mistake, then works up some courage.

ERIC (CONT'D)

So, Tracy, I was wondering if after we

finish with these you'd like to go to a

movie or something.

TRACY:

That's okay. I'm too busy.

Ouch.

INT. MILLARD YEARBOOK OFFICE -- NIGHT A haggard Tracy sits alone at a

computer monitor

TRACY (VO CONT'D)

People are so ungrateful. If all those

students who cheered for Tammy Metzier

only knew how hard I worked for Millard.

Like all the late nights I spent at the

yearbook office just to give them their

memories.

THE MONITOR:

displays a DIGITIZED PHOTO of the Millard yearbook staff. DAVE

NOVOTNY peers proudly from behind two of the taller students. A CURSOR

in the shape of tiny SCISSORS makes a small circle around Dave's face.

Suddenly, the cursor turns into a tiny HAND and drags Dave's dislodged

head into the TRASH.

Tracy concentrates as she deftly controls the mouse.

TRACY (VO CONT'D)

One of my duties was to clean up the

group photos. It was a cinch with our

new software.

THE COMPUTER MONITOR AGAIN --

as Tracy outlines a piece of the WALL and places it in the void where

Dave used to be, blurring the edges for a perfect effect, voila!

Satisfied, Tracy taps on the keyboard.

TRACY:

(under her breath)

Let's see... "save" is Command "S."

Okay.

INT. MILLARD HIGH HALLWAY -- NIGHT

Tracy is heading down the hall toward the exit when she rounds a

corner and, suddenly deeply troubled, sees that

HER NEW "WHO CARES?" BANNER has come loose on an upper corner and is

drooping.

Tracy puts down her things and JUMPS up to slap the corner back into

place. Satisfied, she turns away. But then - SHOOP! The banner

fights back, peeling even further from the wall. Tracy prepares for

battle.

INT. YEARBOOK OFFICENIGHT

Tracy enters and grabs a long aluminum STRAIGHT-EDGE.

INT. HALLWAYNIGHT

Standing on an overturned GARBAGE CAN and wielding the straight-edge,

Tracy tries to smooth the banner. But she's not holding the ruler flat

against the wall and -- RIP! -- she slices the banner lengthwise. Now

the plastic garbage can begins to buckle. Struggling to retain her

balance, Tracy accidentally hooks the banner and as she TUMBLES yanks

the whole thing down.

Overcome with anger and frustration, she thrashes around on the ground

and TEARS UP what remains of her banner.

PAUL METZLER smiles down at Tracy from his poster across the hall.

Tracy looks up at it. Instantly she is on her feet, lunging for the

poster. She jumps up, TEARS it down, and RIPS Paul's head into pieces.

Blood issues from a thin paper cut on one hand. Tracy regards it at

first without comprehending, then raises it to her mouth. While

sucking her wound, her gaze falls on --

ANOTHER SMILING PAUL mocking her pain.

ANGLE FROM WAY DOWN THE HALL

Hurricane Tracy begins a savage assault on the fragile coast of

Millard High. Paul's campaign posters fill the air, shredded to pieces

by the powerful winds of jealousy and rage.

TIME DISSOLVE --

to Tracy even farther down the hall, still jumping, still ripping.

TRACK FROM OVERHEAD - THE HALLWAY FLOOR - where a thousand bits of

Paul lie scattered -- a grinning mouth here, an eye there.

TILT UP finally to Tracy, sweating, panting. She finishes ripping a

poster and looks to find another. But there are no more Paul posters:

she has destroyed them all. Tracy raises her hands and sees they are

streaked with Blood.

INT. GIRLS ' BATHROOMNIGHT

Tracy is at the sink, washing away the blood. She pats her hands dry

with paper towels. The gravity of what she's done now sinks in, and

she panics.

TRACY:

I didn't do this. I didn't do it.

She lifts the top off a garbage can, removes the PLASTIC LINER.

INT. MILLARD HALLWAYNIGHT

With frantic haste, Tracy stuffs the evidence of her awful deed into

the garbage bag.

EXT. BACK OF HILLARD HIGH -- MIGHT

Tracy's face is half-obscured by the bulging bag she carries down the

sidewalk.

EXT. HILLARD PARKIMC LOT - MIGHT

Tracy opens her TRUNK and heaves the garbage bag inside slamming the

trunk, she looks around - no one.

INT. TRACY'S CARNIGHT

Tracy drives, sucking on a wounded hand. She glances frequently in the

rear-view mirror.

EXT. STREET MIGHT

Tracy's car drives down a REMOTE ROAD. There are no sidewalks here,

and the surroundings consist of scrubby vegetation and industrial

structures. In the background looms a POWER PLANT.

INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

We now sense that Tracy has a plan. She throws the car into reverse,

backs up and turns onto -

EXT. A SMALL ACCESS ROAD -- CONTINUOUS

Tracy stop the car near an EMBANKMENT. She gets out and pulls the

garbage bag from the trunk.

With a big shove Tracy sends the bag cartwheeling down the hill

Breathing hard but clearly relieved, Tracy watches the evidence of her

deed tumble into obscurity.

NOW THROUGH BINOCULARS Tracy's shadowy figure runs back to the car.

EXT. HILL ABOVE POWER PLANT NIGHT

Tammy momentarily drops her BINOCULARS before raising them again.

THROUGH THE BINOCULARS - Tracy's car speeds away.

Tammy drops her binoculars and mounts her bike

EXT. EMBANKMENT -- NIGHT

Tammy skids to a stop, drops her bike, and heads down the embankment.

CLOSE ON THE HEFTY BAG

as Tammy draws near. She pauses at first, but intrepid curiosity

conquers her fear. She unties the knot.

FROM INSIDE THE BAG we see Tammy's sudden look of HORROR

PAUL'S MANGLED FACE smiles up at her. Tammy raises it toward camera

INT. NOVOTWY BATHROOM -- MORNING

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