Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #10

THE RAT:

Two more Cokes.

WAITRESS:

(sarcastic)

Two... more... Cokes.

ANGLE ON FRONT DOOR

as Mike Damone finally walks in. Damone looks over

the diners, then feigns great surprise when he sees

The Rat.

DAMONE:

Hey, Mark. Is that you?

THE RAT:

Damone! You come here?

DAMONE:

I come for the seafood. It's great!

Hey... you know what, Mark? I found

your wallet the other day. You want

it back?

THE RAT:

Wow. I've been looking for that

thing! Hey, Damone, have you met

Stacy Hamilton? Stacy, this is Mike

Damone.

Stacy smiles politely, with the slightest sparkle

in her eye, as the Waitress returns with the two

Cokes.

DAMONE:

Well, I've gotta be running.

THE RAT:

Okay. See ya.

ANGLE ON STACY:

looking strangely at the proceedings.

DAMONE:

Nice to meet you, Stacy.

STACY:

Nice to meet you.

Damone leaves. The Rat takes a few quick gulps of

Coke, and gets up to pay the bill. As he moves out

of camera range, we see the strange look on the

faces of waitresses and diners.

INT. THE RAT'S CAR - LATE EVENING

The Rat pulls up to Stacy's house in the cul-de

sac. He stares straight ahead, like a zombie.

THE RAT:

I had a really nice time tonight.

STACY:

Me, too. I'm real sorry someone

broke in and stole your tape deck.

The Rat nods glumly.

THE RAT:

I never thought it would happen at

The Atlantis. Jeez.

STACY:

Do you want to come inside?

THE RAT:

Aren't your parents asleep?

STACY:

No, they're away for the weekend.

Brad and I are watching the house.

THE RAT:

Okay. Sure. I'll come in.

We see a confused but interested look on The Rat's

face.

INT. THE HAMILTON HOUSE - EVENING

They walk in the front door. The Rat stands

uncomfortably in the doorway to the living room.

THE RAT:

Where's your brother?

STACY:

I don't know. Probably out. Want

something to drink?

THE RAT:

No. That's okay.

STACY:

Well, I'm going to change real

quick. I hope you don't mind.

THE RAT:

Naw. I don't mind.

Stacy turns her back and pulls up her hair.

STACY:

Will you unzip me?

ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

as the wheels inside his mind start to spin. This

can't be what it seems. He unzips Stacy, past her

bra, down to the small of her back. It's the first

time he's ever done anything like that.

STACY (CONT'D)

Thanks!

She walks down the hall to her room, easing out of

her dress as she walks. She leaves the door to her

room open.

STACY (CONT'D)

You can come in, if you want!

ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

He is completely unsure of himself, as he begins to

walk down the hall. His heart pounds into his

throat. He turns the corner and steps into Stacy's

room.

INT. STACY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Stacy stands there, looking gorgeous in an almost

seethrough white robe. The Rat pretends not to

notice.

THE RAT:

So... pretty nice house you've got

here.

STACY:

Thanks. So...

(puts hands on hips)

What do you want to do?

ANGLE ON THE RAT'S FACE

as he struggles with the memory of Damone's words.

"Always call the shots."

THE RAT:

I don't know.

STACY:

Do you want to see some pictures? I

kept a lot of scrapbooks and

pictures and stuff from junior

high. How stupid, right?

THE RAT:

Sure.

Stacy goes to her closet, reaches up to grab the

books from the top shelf. The Rat watches her robe

slip up her legs. Then she sits down next to him.

Her knee grazes his. It is almost too much for The

Rat. Go for it. We see The Rat struggle with the

action of putting his arm around her. He almost

does, but then reacts as she says suddenly...

STACY:

This is me in the eighth grade. Did

you have Mr. Deegan?

THE RAT:

(looking pained)

Oh, yeah. I had Mr. Deegan.

Her knee grazes him again. Does she expect

something?

THE RAT (CONT'D)

Look, Stacy, I want you to know

that...

The Rat struggles. Try as he might, he can't seem

to cross the line. He can't make his move. He is

woeful as he completes the sentence.

THE RAT (CONT'D)

... I've got to go home.

STACY:

Do you really have to go?

THE RAT:

Well... it's getting kind of late.

Suddenly, The Rat is seized with ambition. He

reaches one hand around her right shoulder and

plants the other hand directly on her left breast.

It looks something like a wrestling hold. The Rat

looks at Stacy. Stacy looks back at The Rat. The

Rat is absolutely frozen.

STACY:

I guess it is getting late, Mark.

She shrugs him off, walks him to the door.

EXT. THE HAMILTON HOME - NIGHT

We see The Rat's forlorn face as he trudges towards

his car. He stops. He takes a breath -- it wasn't

that late, he really didn't want to leave. The Rat

turns and begins walking back up the Hamilton

steps. Just as he does so, Stacy's bedroom light

clicks off. It was too late. He kicks at his car.

THE RAT:

You blew it, a**hole.

Behind him, recklessly speeding towards Ridgemont

Drive, is Charles Jefferson's blue Mustang.

EXT./INT. THE BLUE MUSTANG - NIGHT

Jeff Spicoli is behind the wheel. Sitting next to

him is Little Charles, "L.C.", Jefferson's younger

brother. They're smoking grass and holding

Lowenbrau beers in between their legs. The radio is

blasting the music of Rick James.

L.C.

Hey, slow down. This is my

brother's car.

SPICOLI:

I thought he was out of town.

L.C.

He is.

SPICOLI:

Then don't hassle it.

They speed off down Ridgemont.

L.C.

Seen the new Playboy?

SPICOLI:

Naw. Any good?

L.C.

Suzanne Somers' tits.

SPICOLI:

All right.

L.C.

I like sex.

Spicoli sees something in the rearview mirror.

SPICOLI:

Hold your beer down, L.C., I think

it's a cop.

Spicoli slows down. The car behind him slows down.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

This is a cop. He's definitely

cruising me at busting distance.

The high beams switch on behind Spicoli.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

What the f*** is this guy doing?

The car behind Spicoli then advances to the point

where it is now almost touching the blue Mustang.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

What the f*** is this guy doing?

L.C.

This ain't no cop.

The mystery car bumps them lightly from behind.

L.C. (CONT'D)

Hey! He's gonna scratch my

brother's car!

The two boys start yelling. High beams fill the

Mustang with bright light and...

EXT./INT. MUSTANG AND GRANADA

Then mystery car pulls back, then up alongside

Spicoli and L.C. on the left. We hear the music on

the radio of George Thoroughgood's "Ride On,

Josephine".

SPICOLI:

It's a bunch of Jocks in a Granada!

L.C.

They're f***in' with us.

The drivers of the two cars eye each others. Then

the Granada begins inching over, trying to force

Spicoli off the road.

L.C. (CONT'D)

My brother's car!

SPICOLI:

All right. Die, Granada Jocks!

Spicoli guns ahead, in a real bullet move, and

easily overtakes the Granada. Spicoli is proud of

himself. He checks himself out in the rearview and

turns to L.C.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

Would you roll your window up,

L.C.? It's messing my hair.

Spicoli pulls way ahead of the Granada, while L.C.

rolls his window up. Spicoli looks over to L.C. and

smiles wickedly.

Now Spicoli wants to show off. He pushes the pedal

to the floor.

L.C.

We just missed the turnoff to the

party.

SPICOLI:

You know the thing I love about

Mustangs? The steering wheel.

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