Election Page #6
Tracy watches the scene from her seat on the SCHOOL BUS
TRACY (VO CONT'D)
Not like some rich kids who everybody
likes because their fathers own Metzier
Cement and give them trucks on their
sixteenth birthday and throw them big
parties all the time. They don't ever
have to work for anything.
The .bus pulls away.
INT. TRACY'S LIVING ROOMAFTERNOON
staring into camera as she exercises on a NORDIC TRAC, Drenched in
sweat, she moves in a hypnotic frenzy.
TRACY (VO CONT'D)
They think they can all of a sudden one
day out of the blue waltz right in with
no qualifications whatsoever and try to
take away what other people have worked
for very, very hard their entire lives.
No, it didn't bother me at all I
INT. PAUL'S PICKUP -- DAY
Paul drives home, his stereo thumping. Silent, he appears lost in
thought, as though a little gopher idea were burrowing its way to the
surface. Oh, look -- there's its snout now.
PAUL:
Paul... Paul... power... Paul... Paul
for President... progress... promise...
peanut... Paul-i-tics... yeah...
President Paul... Punt for Paul! No.
EXT. METZLER HOMEDAY Paul pulls into the driveway and hops out of
his car.
INT. TAMMY METZLER'S BEDROOMDAY
Two GIRLS are kissing on the bed. They are TAMMY METZLER and LISA
FLANAGAN, fifteen and seventeen respectively. Lisa breaks away. Tammy
tries to kiss her again, but Lisa resists.
TAMMY:
(softly)
What?
LISA:
I told you ... I can't. I just -- It
doesn't feel right anymore, you know?
INT. METZLER KITCHEN DAY
Whistling a cheerful tune, Paul tosses his backpack on a chair, grabs
a banana, and opens the refrigerator.
INT. TAMMY METZLER'S BEDROOMDAY
Tammy is still trying to comfort Lisa.
TAMMY:
If you could just get out of your head.
Tammy leans forward, puts her palm on Lisa's cheek. Lisa looks at
Tammy as though at a stranger. Tammy leans forward and .kisses Lisa's
eyes. Lisa jerks her head out of Tammy's hands.
LISA:
I said no!
Suddenly, there's a quick KNOCK at the door, and Paul enters. The
girls rise quickly.
PAUL:
Hey, Tammy, guess what happened today.
TAMMY:
Don't you f***ing knock?
PAUL:
Yeah. So guess what happened. So Mr.
McAllister, he --
(noticing Lisa)
Oh hi. Lisa.
TAMMY:
Paul, get out!
PAUL:
So Mr. M. calls me in and tells me --
LISA:
I gotta go.
Lisa pushes her way past Paul and runs down the hall
TAMMY:
(to Paul)
You dumbshit!
PAUL:
What'd I do?
THE SCENE FREEZES.
TAMMY (VO)
You know how they say one day a big
meteor might come and crash into the
Earth and kill everybody? Well, I think
that would be a good thing.
BACK TO LIFE - Tammy turns away from Paul in disgust and runs after
Lisa
INT. METZLER LIVING ROOM AND FOYERCONTINUOUS
Tammy finds the front door flung open and through it sees Lisa
slamming the door of her beat-up Honda Civic and starting the engine.
TAMMY:
Lisa
EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREETCONTINUOUS
Tammy runs up to the car as it pulls away. She pounds on the window.
TAMMY:
Stop! Wait!
Lisa stops the car, rolls down the window
TAMMY (CONT'D)
Where 're you going?
LISA:
I'm not like you.
TAMMY:
What...?
LISA:
I'm not a dyke, okay, and we're not in
love. We were just... I was just
experimenting.
Lisa speeds away, and we watch her car grow smaller and smaller.
as we see the greatest disappointment of her short life break across
her face.
TAMMY (VO)
How can something that seems so true
turn out to be such a lie?
Lisa and Tammy are swinging synchronized on a swingset, smiling and
laughing. The image is slightly OVEREXPOSED as though to suggest an
ideal memory.
CLOSE ON TAMMY looking over at Lisa
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
I mean Lisa and I were destined to be
together. It was so obvious. Of all the
people on the planet who had ever lived,
somehow we'd found each other.
CLOSE ON LISA:
in SLOW MOTION, swinging next to us. She looks back, her face so
happy.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
Lisa...
INT. TAMMY'S ROOM -- DAY
CHOMP-CHOMP-CHOMP Tammy eats an asparagus spear.
GNAW-GNAW-GNAW Lisa eats an asparagus spear
TAMMY drinks a big glass of water. She giggles a little.
LISA drinks a big glass of water. She giggles too.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
I remember one time Lisa and I did an
experiment with asparagus to see how
long it takes your pee to smell. We peed
AN EGG TIMER:
Ding I Tammy and Lisa, very serious now, smell littleDixie cups
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
For her it took about fifteen minutes,
and for me it was twenty.
INT. LIBRARYDAY
Lisa studies at a table, surrounded by other busy students.
TAMMY (VO)
Everyday I found some new way to tell
Lisa I loved her.
Suddenly Tammy walks by, drops a folded NOTE in front of Lisa, and
walks on. Lisa opens it.
NOTE:
(Tammy's voice)
If you died right now, I would throw
myself into one of my Dad's cement
trucks and get poured into your tomb.
Lisa looks over her shoulder at Tammy, who is now at the door of the
library. Tammy nods at her with quiet loving reassurance.
TAMMY (VO)
But it just seemed like the closer we
got, the more she pulled away.
INT. MILLARD HALLWAYDAY
Lisa watches Tammy open her locker and notices a four-frame PHOTO-
BOOTH PHOTOGRAPH taped to the inside of the door. In the photos Lisa
and Tammy are clowning and smooching. Lisa reaches over and YANKS the
photos off the door.
LISA:
Are you crazy?
TAMMY:
What?
LISA:
People can see this.
TAMMY:
So?
LISA:
These are private -- these are for us.
TAMMY:
I know.
LISA:
But other people can see them too.
TAMMY:
I don't care.
LISA:
Well, I do.
Lisa walks away with the photos
EXT. ELMWOOD PARKDAY
CLOSE ON LISA SWINGING -- next to us, a final reprise of Tammy's
favorite memory
TAMMY (VO)
What did I do to make her change?
What's wrong with me?
Lisa swings out of frame, and the swing returns EMPTY.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
(a whisper)
Lisa.
EXT. HILL ABOVE A POWER PLANTTWILIGHT
Tammy sits on a promontory overlooking an Omaha Public Power District
station -- towers, wires, insulators, a loud HUM.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
Sometimes when I'm sad, I sit and watch
the power station.
Tammy lifts a pair of BINOCULARS to her eyes, sees THE POWER PLANT.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
They say if you lie between two of the
main wires, your body just evaporates.
You become a gas. I wonder what that
would feel like.
TAMMY'S STREET -- EVENING
Lisa's car speeds away, growing smaller and smaller. We're back at the
BREAK-UP. CLOSE ON TAMMY'S FACE as she stares down the street, unable
to move. It starts to rain. Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with
the rain. very French, very sad.
TAMMY (VO CONT'D)
I don ' t know what I did to make Lisa
hate me so much, but somehow she decided
to hurt roe. And she knew exactly what
to do.
LISA'S BEDROOMDAY
matched in size to Tammy's. He is moaning, gasping.
FROM OVERHEAD --
Paul is sprawled on Lisa's bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. His
legs dangle over the edge of the bed, and Lisa kneels between them,
her head bobbing up and down.
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