Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #19

Lisa's boyfriend pulls his arm tighter around her.

LISA:

Will you sign my annual, Brad?

Brad smiles, nods. He signs, and gives her his. We

then see Brad's three Buddies from Carl's Jr. come

up, pat him on the back and grab his shoulder. Brad

studies them warily.

BUDDY #1

F***in' manager of 7-11!

BUDDY #2

Get us jobs over there, Brad! You

can do it!

BRAD:

Since when do you guys want to work

at 7-11?

BUDDY #2

Come on, Brad! It would be great!

All of us together!

BRAD:

Well, 7-11 is a tremendous

operation. It's really changed,

man. They've got great food, great

magazines, videogames... it's

class. Total class.

BUDDY #3

As soon as you can get us in there,

we're gone from Carl's, Brad.

BUDDY #2

Yeah, man, all the little punks

from junior high have taken over

the place.

Brad leaves his old buddies. He grins and notices

someone across the crowded dance floor.

BRAD:

Hey, Thompson! Wendell! Get a job!

They laugh, flip him off. Brad is back in his

element at last. He moves into the main dancing

area, works his way across the room, past the

bleachers, when he hears a voice.

SPICOLI (O.S.)

Hamilton!

Brad turns around, seen Spicoli sitting on the

bottom rung of the bleachers. Spicoli looks back

with true respect.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

Awesome.

He throws Brad his annual. Brad gives him his. They

sign.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

Easy, mon.

BRAD:

Later.

ANGLE ON THE BLEACHERS

where several couples are passionately making out.

Four teachers clomp up into the stands from

different angles. They pin the couples in

flashlight beams, like the main tower pinning an

escaping prisoner.

ANGLE ON THE T-BIRDS

onstage, singing the Rolling Stones' "I'm Free".

EXT. GYNMASIUM - NIGHT

We see Jeff Spicoli leave the dance and come

backing down the stairs with a stoner bud. His fist

is in the air.

SPICOLI:

Summer, mon! We're there!

He turns to his stoner bud.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

Let's roll, my man.

Spicoli backs right into a young buzz-cut kid.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

Hey, bud! Watch yourselff

Spicoli turns around to see he's backed into a

squad of eight Lincoln Surf Nazis. They are all

standing on the steps, waiting.

SURF NAZI:

Are you Jeff Spicoli?

Spicoli looks up and down the row of Surf Nazis. On

the end, he sees L.C.

L.C.

That's him! He did it!

SPICOLI:

Hey, mon, I don't know what your

trip is, but...

Spicoli dashes off down Luna Street. L.C. and the

Surf Nazis take out in hot pursuit, chasing him

through the parking lot, past Ridgemont High, and

into the night. They will never catch him.

SLOW:

DISSOLVE:

INT. RIDGEMONT MALL

School is out and it's summer business as usual at

the Ridgemont Mall. We see the same stores, the

same packs of kids roaming the three tiers.

ANGLE ON MARK RATNER

who stands against the railing in his Cinema Four

jacket, gazing across the mall at Swenson's Ice

Cream Parlor. He sees Stacy walk two girlfriends to

the outdoor front tables, and almost look his way.

The Rat turns away suddenly. Then he hears her

calling out after him.

STACY:

Hey Mark! Turn around!

Ratner turns around, affects total and complete

cool. He waves across the mall to her.

STACY (CONT'D)

Come over here!

He looks back at his post at the theatre, decides

it's okay to step away. He walks across the mall.

INT. SWENSON'S

Stacy is standing by the sundae bar. Next to her

are two empty stools. After a moment, we see The

Rat plop onto one of the metal stools. He pounds

the seat next to him with the palm of his hand.

THE RAT:

You. Sit.

Stacy turns to look at him, smiles. She sits.

STACY:

Hi, Mark.

THE RAT:

Hi, Stacy. How are you?

STACY:

I'm fine. Mark, I'm so glad you

came over here because I want you

to know something. I just thought I

would tell you that I really

enjoyed getting to know you this

year.

The Rat maintains The Attitude.

THE RAT:

Yeah? About fifty people I didn't

know wrote that in my annual.

STACY:

I know everybody says it, but I

really mean it.

The Rat looks at her from the corner of his eyes.

THE RAT:

Really?

STACY:

Yeah. I want you to have this

picture, so you won't forget what I

look like. And so you'll remember

to call me over the summer.

She withdraws a picture from her pocket, hands it

to The Rat.

THE RAT:

Well, I don't know, I may be doing

some traveling this summer. I don't

know how much I'll be around...

(breaks down, takes

picture)

But I'll give you a call sometime.

STACY:

I'd like that.

She gives him a kiss on the mouth, gets up and

walks away. The Rat sits there, smiling at the way

things sometimes turn out. He slips the picture

into his pocket, a satisfied young man.

INT./EXT. SWENSON'S AND MALL

The Rat is joined by Mike Damone, who has changed

into his street clothes.

DAMONE:

She wants it, Rat.

The Rat snickers, shakes his head.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

I saw you. You had pure Attitude.

The Rat turns to look at his friend.

THE RAT:

The Attitude, Damone, is only good

until you meet the right girl.

DAMONE:

Whatever you say, Rat.

They take off together, blending into the crowd of

kids walking the mall.

THE RAT:

And... you can only tell it's the

right girl if you're sensitive.

DAMONE:

Sensitive -- what is that?

THE RAT:

Sensitive is when you can tell how

people feel without asking.

DAMONE:

So what makes you so sensitive?

THE RAT:

Well, for one, I read. I don't

watch as much television as you.

I'm trying to feel things more. I'm

learning a lot about people.

DAMONE:

What do you read? What's the last

book you read?

THE RAT:

Lust For Life. It's the story of

Vincent Van Gough.

DAMONE:

(scoffs)

Yeah, well, I saw the movie. That

must mean I'm sensitive too.

THE RAT:

It's a way, Damone. It's a vibe. I

put it out, and I have personally

found that girls do respond.

Damone laughs, shoves him hard. We lose sight of

the two boys in the sea of kids.

A SERIES OF ANGLES

of Ridgemont Center Mall with music.

CREDITS:

FADE TO:

BLACK:

THE END:

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