Election Page #14

INT. TRACY'S BEDROOMNIGHT

FROM OVERHEAD - Tracy slides out of her bed and kneels beside it

TRACY:

Dear Lord Jesus, I do not often speak

with You and ask for things, but now I

really must insist that You help me win

the election tomorrow, because I deserve

it and Paul Metzier doesn't, as You well

know. l realize that it was Your divine

hand that disqualified Tammy, and now

I'm asking that You go that one last

mile and make sure to put me in office

where I belong, so that I may carry out

Your will on Earth as it is in Heaven.

If elected I promise that I will pray

more often. Okay? Amen.

EXT. TAMMY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

FROM OVERHEAD --

Tammy wears a white t-shirt and underwear and kneels at her bedside.

TAMMY (VO)

Dear God, I know I don't believe in

you, but since I'll be starting Catholic

school soon, I thought I should

practice. Let's see... what do I want?

I want people to be nicer to each other.

I want Lisa to realize what a b*tch she

has been and feel really bad and

apologize for how she hurt me and know

how much I still love her. In spite of

everything, I still want Paul to win the

election tomorrow, not that c*nt Tracy.

I also want a really expensive pair of

leather pants... and someday I want to

be really good friends with Madonna.

Love, Tammy

INT. PAUL'S BEDROOM

FROM OVERHEAD -- Paul lies in bed looking at the heavens beyond his

ceiling,

PAUL (VO)

Dear God, thank You for all Your

blessings. You have given me so many

things, like good health, nice parents,

a nice truck, and what I've been told is

a large penis, and I'm very grateful.

But I sure am worried about Tammy. In

my heart I still can't believe she tore

down my posters, but sometimes she does

get so weird and angry. Please help her

be a happier person, because she's so

smart and sensitive, and I love her.

Also, I'm nervous about the election

tomorrow, and I guess I want to win and

all, but I know that's totally up to

You. You'll decide who the best person

is, and I'll accept it. And forgive my

sins, whatever they may be. Amen.

FADE OUT:

INT. JIM'S CAR -- NIGHT

JIM sits parked outside of Sherry's house, a SLURPEE held against his

now grotesquely swollen eye. He is so tired and pain-ridden that he

practically gasps for breath.

JIM (VO)

Sherry never came home that night. I

know, because I spent the entire night

in her driveway.

INT. TRACY'S KITCHEN -- DAWN

Tracy and her mom are hard at work frosting cupcakes.

TRACY (VO)

Mom and I got up at five AM, and

together we custom-iced three hundred

and fifty cupcakes.

CLOSE ON A CUPCAKE - as "PICK FLICK" is written on it with a yellow

icing tube.

MRS. Flick cheerfully performs her task. She hums.

TRACY (VO CONT'D)

I remember she was so happy, like there was nothing in the world she'd

rather be doing. Besides me and her job, I guess my mom doesn't have

much of a life. She hasn't dated anyone since Frank, and she hardly

ever buys new clothes for herself or travels.

TRACY:

Mom?

MRS. FLICK

Hmmm?

TRACY:

I think I'm going to lose today

MRS. FLICK

What are you talking about? This time

tomorrow, you'll be president

TRACY:

You really think so?

Mrs. Flick puts an arm around her daughter

MRS. FLICK

Tracy Flick's a winner.

EXT. SHERRY'S HOUSEDAWN

Jim's car has not moved from its spot on the driveway. Its windows are

now fogged. A LOUD GARBAGE TRUCK rumbles by.

INT. JIM'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS

Reclined in his car seat, mouth open as he sleeps, JIM is awakened by

the truck. His breath steams. His eye has turned bluish. He tries to

wipe the condensation from the windshield, but it's on the outside.

EXT. SHERRY'S DRIVEWAY -- CONTINUOUS

JIM opens the door and looks around -- no sign of Sherry's car. He

stiffly walks to the side of the garage and unzips his pants to pee.

Now cradling his head on the roof of his car, JIM gathers what little

strength he has, gets in, and tries to start the cold engine.

JIM (VO)

I had no choice but to go home. I

needed to shower, get fresh clothes,

explain what I could to Diane. But what

was I going to say? That our marriage

had become a charade? That making love

with Sherry had given me a vision of a

better life?

THE TAILPIPE finally coughs out a cloud of exhaust

INT./EXT. JIM'S CARDAWN

JIM drives, bleary-eyed. He creeps along his tree-lined middle-class

block.

JIM (VO CONT'D)

Then again, maybe I could slip in and

out without waking her up.

JIM slows to a stop, looks with dread at his home

EXT. JIM'S HOUSECONTINUOUS

On the front porch sits A GYM BAG. JIM approaches, stares numbly at

the bag. Drawing a long breath, he bends over and picks it up.

Attached is a NOTE reading: "Don't come in."

EXT. MILLARD HIGHDAWN

At the foot of the main walk to the school, Tracy and her mother are

setting up a CARD TABLE covered with little pink cakes.

Jim's Ford Escort chugs its way through the fog and comes to a stop.

Looking like a war refugee, JIM emerges from his car carrying the gym

bag and heads toward school.

TRACY:

(chirping)

Good morning, Mr. M.

JIM stops, turns slowly, regards mother and daughter with a crazed,

one-eyed, uncomprehending stare.

TRACY (CONT'D)

(holding one out)

Looks like you could use a cupcake!

JIM takes it wordlessly. AS he heads up the walkway, he eats it in

two huge bites, like a feral animal.

TRACY (CONT'D)

(calling out)

What's wrong with your eye? Are you

OK?

INT. BOYS' LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

IN THE SHOWERS JIM scrubs himself as if to wash his whole life away.

JIM (VO)

Cupcakes. Jesus Christ. Cupcakes? My

life was crumbling, and I was expected

to care about these ungrateful kids and

their pathetic little dreams. As if my

only purpose in life were to serve them.

JIM:

(mocking)

Mr. McAllister. Mr. McAllister.

Somebody tore down my posters. It's not

fair. It's not fair. Can I have an A?

Can I have a recommendation? Can I?

Can I?

AT THE MIRROR JIM adjusts his tie, tries to smooth his wrinkled shirt.

JIM (VO CONT'D)

Well, f*** them. Didn't I have my own

life? Didn't I have my own dreams?

He coughs up phlegm and spits it into the sink

JIM (VO CONT'D)

Cupcakes

INT. MILLARD HALLWAYDAY

JIM exits the BOYS' LOCKER ROOM door and bumps into Mr. Beckman.

MR. BECKMAN

Hey, Jim. Big day today

JIM:

(putting on a

smile)

Oh, yeah. Big day.

INT. SCHOOL OFFICEDAY

MISS BEEDER of the school office is at the P.A. MICROPHONE. Walt is

behind her. She looks over her shoulder, and Walt gives her the go-

ahead.

MISS BEEDER:

Attention, everyone. We have an

important announcement from our

principal. Dr. Hendricks.

Walt gives Miss Beeder a courtesy smile and takes the mike

WALT:

Good morning, students. It, uh,

behooves me to inform you of an

important change in today's elections.

Effective this morning...

INT. TEACHERS' OFFICESDAY

BALLOT AFTER BALLOT -- as a black magic marker crosses out Tammy's

name.

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