Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #16

FEMALE VOICE:

Hello?

STACY:

Hello... is Mike there?

FEMALE VOICE:

Hold on.

Stacy sags, disbelieving, and looks at the clock on

the kitchen wall. It's getting late...

FEMALE VOICE (CONT'D)

He says he's helping his father in

the garage and he'll call you back.

Stacy is stunned.

FEMALE VOICE (CONT'D)

Hello?

Stacy hangs up. She punches out another number,

quickly.

MRS. BARRETT (V.O.)

Hello?

STACY:

Hi, Mrs. Barrett. Is Linda there?

MRS. BARRETT (V.O.)

She went off to the beach. She'll

be back later, though.

STACY:

Okay. Thanks.

She looks at the clock again, then hears a noise in

the driveway.

STACY (CONT'D)

Brad! Hey, wait a second!

She runs out.

EXT. CRUISING VESSEL - AFTERNOON

Brad and Stacy pull up next to the flea market.

STACY:

Yeah. This is it. I have some

shopping to do.

BRAD:

See you later.

STACY:

Thanks a lot, Brad. I really

appreciate it.

She gets out of the car.

EXT. FLEA MARKET

Stacy Hamilton watches her brother drive away. Then

she looks to both sides, and walks on. She passes

the entrance to the Flea Market. She walks around

the corner to another building marked BIRTH CONTROL

- FREE CLINIC. Brad follows her in the rearview

mirror.

INT. BIRTH CONTROL CLINIC

Stacy is lying in bed wearing a paper dress. Her

hair is stuffed in paper shower cap. She looks

anxious. In a bed next to her an older girl is

being affectionate with her visiting boyfriend.

A Nurse comes in with an IV.

NURSE:

This is going to prick a little.

She sticks the needle into Stacy's hand. Stacy

looks pained but doesn't yell. The Nurse pats the

rolling bed.

NURSE (CONT'D)

Now scoot over here.

Stacy moves onto it. Looking up from her point of

view, we see the ride out of the room and into:

INT. OPERATING ROOM

Stacy gets wheeled in. The Doctor looks down at

her.

DOCTOR:

Hello, Stacy, I'm Doctor Bartell.

Stacy moves onto the operating table as the Nurse

and Doctor get ready.

DOCTOR (CONT'D)

Any questions before we begin?

STACY:

This is going to hurt, isn't it?

DOCTOR:

We'll use a local but you'll feel

some pressure. It doesn't last that

long.

STACY:

Does it hurt more to have a baby?

The Doctor pauses and considers her question.

DOCTOR:

Yes... but I think you mind it

less.

Stacy looks up at the lights and listens to the

sound of suction tubes.

INT. B.C. WAITING AREA

The other girl and Stacy sit at a table eating

toast and jelly. The girl is reading. The Nurse

enters.

NURSE:

How are we doing in here? Debbie,

ready to leave?

The girl nods and gets up.

NURSE (CONT'D)

Right through here. Stacy, I can't

let you go unless you have a ride

home.

STACY:

Uh, my boyfriend said held be

waiting downstairs.

The Nurse studies her, decides she's telling the

truth and allows her to leave.

EXT. ENTRANCE TO THE FREE CLINIC

Stacy walks back out into the sunlight, slowly and

weakly. She is surprised and amazed at who she sees

standing outside, waiting for her.

ANGLE ON BRAD HAMILTON

He stands, hands on hips, just outside the door.

STACY:

Brad!

He puts an arm around her and leads her toward his

waiting car.

BRAD:

Since when do you shop at the Flea

Market anyway?

STACY:

Brad. Please don't tell Mom and

Dad...

He helps her into the cruising vessel. He starts up

the car and drives off.

BRAD:

Who did it?

Stacy stares out the window. Tears well in her

eyes.

BRAD (CONT'D)

You're not going to tell me, are

you?

STACY:

No.

BRAD:

All right, then. It's your secret.

Stacy smiles at Brad. Brad smiles back. The car

drives on.

INT. LINDA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Stacy is in Linda's room, sitting on her bed. Her

eyes are red and moist from crying. Linda listens

to her story.

STACY:

I really thought he would show up.

I waited... and waited... and

waited...

LINDA:

That little prick.

STACY:

Then I called his house, and his

mother told me he was in the garage

helping his father.

LINDA:

That little prick.

STACY:

I paid for it and everything.

LINDA:

There goes your stereo for another

year. Mike Damone is a no-brain

little prick. I'm not letting him

get away with this.

STACY:

Don't do anything, Linda. I'd

rather just forget about it. I

don't even like the guy.

LINDA:

Stacy, he's not a guy.

(loud)

He's a little prick!

Stacy lies back on the bed.

EXT. DAMONE HOUSE - MORNING

The front door to the Damone house opens, and out

walks Mike Damone carrying some books. He looks

troubled, burdened, and stares down at the walkway

as he moves towards his car. He walks around,

starts to pen the car door, then he sees it. There,

in white spray paint across the driver's door, is

the message:
PRICK.

DAMONE:

Shhhhhhhhhit.

He looks both ways, and starts back towards the

house.

EXT. DAMONE CAR

Mike Damone travels down Ridgemont Drive, making

the turn into the school parking lot. There is a

large cardboard panel taped on the side of his car.

EXT. DAMONE'S LOCKER

He arrives at his locker, where, in white spray

paint, there is another message: LITTLE PRICK.

Several girls walk by, they laugh knowingly.

GIRL #1

Hi, Mike!

GIRL #2

Hi, mike!

Damone backs up against the locker, with a sick

smile on his face.

DAMONE:

Hi... girls.

More students pass, looking strangely at the young

man pinned against his own locker.

EXT. BOY'S LOCKER ROOM - AFTERNOON

Damone exits the boys locker room. Just as he does,

he is accosted by The Rat. We have never quite

heard this tone in The Rat's voice before.

THE RAT:

Damone? What happened between you

and Stacy?

Damone feigns The Attitude, shakes his head. Damone

sighs.

DAMONE:

Let me tell you something, Rat.

Sometimes girls just go haywire. It

was a month ago, I've been trying

to think of a way to tell you ever

since. We started messing around

and...

(shrugs)

... something happened. It's all

over with. It's no big deal. I

never called her again.

The Rat says nothing.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

If you ask me, she's pretty

aggressive. You understand what I'm

saying?

THE RAT:

No Damone. I don't understand.

DAMONE:

She wasn't really your girlfriend

anyway.

THE RAT:

Hey f*** you Damone. There's a lot

of girls out there and you mess

around with Stacy. What have you

got to prove?

DAMONE:

Jesus. I'm sorry.

THE RAT:

I always stick up for you. Whenever

people say 'Aw, that Damone is a

loudmouth' -- and they say that a

lot -- I say 'You just don't know

Damone.' When someone says you're

an idiot, I tell them 'Damone's not

an idiot. You just don't know him.'

Well, you know, Damone, maybe they

do know you pretty good. And I'm

just finding out.

DAMONE:

Fine. Get lost.

Damone starts to push past him, but The Rat shoves

his shoulder hard.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

All right, Rat. You want to do

something about it?

Damone begins the classic high school fighting

ritual. He throws his books down. He takes a step

back. He goes into a crouch. He gestures towards

himself. Then Damone says the universally

recognized high school fighting words.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

Well come on.

The Rat shows no fear. As other kids begin to crowd

around the two boys, Rat throws his own books down.

He takes a step back, goes into the crouch. He

gestures toward himself.

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