Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #11

Spicoli fingers the bubbles in the wheel.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

With a genuine Mustang steering

wheel, you can negotiate a hairpin

turn with ease, my man.

EXT./INT. MUSTANG

on the word "ease", Spicoli curls his finger into

one of the Mustang steering wheel bubbles and whips

it clockwise. The idea is to turn off onto a side

street and head back to the party. But instead, at

the moment of the hairpin turn, L.C. is attempting

to switch the radio station. Spicoli crooks his

finger farther into the bubble than he expected.

The car swings in a complete circle, a circle that

includes a bright yellow fire hydrant. The hydrant

rips the side of the car open like a can of tuna.

There is a silent moment of terror.

SPICOLI:

Are you okay?

There is silence. Outside the smashed car, the

Granada Jocks pass Spicoli and L.C.

GRANADA JOCKS:

F*** youuuuuuuuuu!

Then L.C. stirs and utters his first words.

L.C.

My brother is going to kill us.

He's gonna kill you and then he's

gonna kill me. He's gonna kill us.

SPICOLI:

Just be glad you're all right.

L.C.

My brother is gonna sh*t.

SPICOLI:

Make up your mind. Is he gonna

sh*t, or is he gonna kill us?

L.C.

First he's gonna sh*t. And then

he's gonna kill us..

SPICOLI:

Will you just relax, mon? He's not

gonna kill us. My father is a

television repairman. He's got all

kinds of tools. I can fix-this car.

L.C.

You can't fix this car, Spicoli.

ANGLE ON THE BLUE MUSTANG

waffled and mangled. It is just inches away from

scrap iron.

SPICOLI:

I can fix it.

MONTAGE OF SHOTS

as we see Ridgemont High gearing up for its big

Homecoming Game against Lincoln. We see a series of

shots of kids talking about it, wagering on the

chances of a Ridgemont victory. We see the many

signs and placards all over school, proclaiming

Ridgemont revenge. We see students lining up to

vote for Homecoming King and Queen in the

gymnasium. It is the most spirit that Ridgemont has

shown this year.

DISSOLVE:

TO:

EXT. RIDGEMONT SCHOOL - FLAGPOLE - DAY

From the back of the parking lot, we see a crowd

around the flagpole. A group of kids are staring at

something. They sadly shake their heads at the

sight, as if they are witnessing a funeral.

As we draw closer, we see the center of commotion.

It is an ugly sight. Someone had wrecked Charles

Jefferson's Blue Scholarship Mustang and welded it

to the flagpole. Spray-painted on the side was the

message:
LINCOLN SURF PUNKS RULE.

EXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT

The Ridgemont football bleachers are full of

cheering students. We see the same basic groups

from lunch court, and many more.

The cheerleaders are on the field -- Cindy Carr,

Dina Phillips and company -- and their cheerleader

"husbands" sit directly in front of them in the

stands. Linda and Stacy sit in the bleachers with

some of the Swenson's girls. The Rat and Damone sit

several rows above them, watching. The teachers sit

together in another section.

ANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON

who is again sitting alone in the bleachers.

Watching. Several old lunch court friends pass by,

on their way to the concession area.

STUDENT #1

Hey, Brad! How's going?

BRAD:

All right.

STUDENT #2

Where you working?

BRAD:

Fish and chips place.

STUDENT #1

Which one?

BRAD:

Just a fish and chips place.

Brad says nothing more. The students look at each

other.

STUDENTS:

We'll be seeing you, Brad!

BRAD:

(sullen)

Later.

EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - THE GAME - NIGHT

Everyone is cheering the amazing game on the field.

Charles Jefferson is poised on the offensive line.

He mutters a string of obscenities at the opposing

Lincoln player. The ball is snapped, and Charles

Jefferson comes directly at the player with both

elbows up and angled to hit inside his helmet. The

Lincoln player is hit and keels over.

Charles Jefferson sets up for another play. The

ball is snapped. Ka-boom. Down falls another

Lincoln player. Jefferson doesn't know who it was

who wrecked his Mustang, but he wasn't about to

spare any of them. There is pure madness in his

eyes. It has taken him over.

The Ridgemont points rack up. Jefferson is single

handedly maiming Lincoln for Homecoming.

EXT. RIDGEMONT BLEACHERS - NIGHT

We see Jeff Spicoli and L.C. sitting calmly in the

bleachers, watching.

SPICOLI:

I think we may have gotten away

clean.

EXT. FIELD AND SCOREBOARD

The half-time gun fires and the score is 36-7...

Ridgemont. Even the Ridgemont players steer clear

of Charles Jefferson as they return to their locker

room.

EXT. THE HAMILTON POOL - HOT AFTERNOON - SEVERAL

WEEKS LATER:

Linda and Stacy are sitting by the pool, dressed in

string tie bathing suits. They are listening to the

music of Tom Petty's "Breakdown" playing on the

living room stereo. Linda luxuriously applies

suntan lotion to her chest and legs, in long and

writhing strokes. Stacy reads a book. It's called

Total Orgasm. Several beats pass.

LINDA:

I sent a letter to Doug today. I'll

be so glad when he gets out here.

STACY:

(engrossed in book)

You really ought to look at this,

Linda. There's a drawing on every

page... and all these quizzes. It's

like school.

LINDA:

Why don't you put your mother's

secret book back?

Linda continues regally applying lotion.

STACY:

Listen to this... 'What are your

mate's three most erogenous zones?'

LINDA:

(automatic)

Okay, penis, that's one, balls...

STACY:

Wouldn't penis and balls be the

same category?

LINDA:

You're right. Probably penis, mouth

and neck.

STACY:

All right! Here's another one. 'The

most satisfactory lovemaking occurs

when your mate climaxes first, you

climax first, you and your mate

climax together?'

LINDA:

Climax together.

STACY:

Does that ever happen?

LINDA:

No. But it's a nice idea.

STACY:

Listen to this ... it says 'Most

women derive pleasure from sex, but

they don't have real orgasms.'

Linda stops applying lotion, considers that

thought.

LINDA:

Well... they obviously don't know

about Doug.

They laugh. Linda resumes applying the lotion.

Stacy continues reading the book. A couple of beats

pass.

STACY:

How long does Doug take?

LINDA:

I don't know. Thirty to forty

minutes.

STACY:

(pause)

What's Doug do in Chicago?

LINDA:

He works for the airline. He'll be

out here. You'll meet him.

Stacy looks at Linda, almost disbelieving.

LINDA (CONT'D)

(wistful)

He's no high school boy.

There is a noise by the side fence leading into the

Hamiltons' backyard. It is Mark Ratner and Mike

Damone. They are already wearing swimsuits.

DAMONE:

Hey! We came over to help you with

Math homework!

STACY:

Oh, really?

THE RAT:

Really. We figured you needed the

help. On such a hot day.

Stacy quickly stashes the book in a stack of towels

beside her. She leans over to Linda and speaks

confidentially.

STACY:

What do you think?

LINDA:

I think they're both virgins.

Stacy smiles, gets up and goes over to the fence.

STACY:

I didn't ask for any help. Did you,

Linda?

LINDA:

No.

DAMONE:

Well, that's exactly why I brought

some Wisk for the jacuzzi.

STACY:

O-kay, you guys can come swimming.

But you have to leave as soon as my

Mom gets home. Okay?

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