Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #2

STACY:

I can't do that.

They pass a janitor cleaning graffiti that says:

LINCOLN SURF NAZIS and MAGGOT LUST FOR THE DUST.

LINDA:

Face it. With some guys you have to

make the first move. A lot of guys

are just... wussies.

STACY:

Really?

LINDA:

Stacy, what are you waiting for?

You're fifteen. I did it when I was

thirteen. It's no huge thing. It's

just sex. If you don't, one of the

other girls will.

STACY:

(cute)

He was hot, wasn't he?

LINDA:

If I didn't have a fiance in

Chicago, I'd go for it.

A young Girl runs and catches up with Linda and

Stacy.

GIRL:

(breathless)

Are you Linda Barrett?

LINDA:

Yes.

GIRL:

I'm Carrie Frazier from Toys 'R Us.

Judy Hinton from May Company told

me I could ask you something.

Linda nods.

GIRL (CONT'D)

I have this situation with my

boyfriend, and I wanted to...

(looks at Stacy, then

whispers in Linda's ear)

Linda listens thoughtfully, then clicks into her

"sex expert" mode.

LINDA:

Okay, are you over sixteen?

The Girl nods.

LINDA (CONT'D)

All right, what you want to do is

go to the Free Clinic and tell the

doctor that you have sex regularly

- several times a week -- and that

you need Nornel One Plus Fifty's.

GIRL:

And they don't call my parents?

LINDA:

Not if you're over sixteen.

GIRL:

Okay. Thanks a lot, Linda.

LINDA:

And don't let them talk you into a

diaphragm either.

The Girl thanks Linda again. Linda and Stacy get to

the back exit of the mall and Linda uses a key to

open the door.

STACY:

I can't believe I start high school

tomorrow.

LINDA:

Believe it.

They exit the mall, into the night.

EXT. RIDGEMONT SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

We see all the elements of the first day of school.

The students carry new books, explore new lockers,

begin to stake out their ground.

Someone has taken the steel letters from the green

vanguard out front. It reads: "IDG MON SENOR HI

HO."

The rest of Ridgemont High is covered with toilet

paper. And a black spray paint message along the

side of the front office building reads, "LINCOLN

SURF NAZIS."

EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY

Brad pulls into the Ridgemont High parking lot. He

drives a beat-up, four-door model LTD sedan. Three

friends wait for him near his parking space.

They are dressed in the same golf caps with brand

logos on the front like CAT, NATIONAL and CHAINSAW.

BUDDY #1

Hamilton!

BUDDY #2

The cruising vessel! Hey -- Yooooo!

Brad climbs out of his car and pats it admiringly.

BRAD:

Six more payments, gentlemen.

Brad joins his friends, and they walk towards the

gymnasium.

EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT

We see a shiny, new, blue Mustang whip into the

parking lot. Students scatter from the parking

space. Behind the wheel is football star Charles

Jefferson. A huge, black kid. The halls at

Ridgemont part for Charles Jefferson.

Rat and Damone are in the parking lot. Damone

surrounded by underclassmen (customers) selling

tickets.

DAMONE:

See that Mustang? U.C.L.A. gave

Charles Jefferson that car when he

was a sophomore.

The underclassmen are impressed. They watch as

Jefferson opens his car door and stands to his full

height, over six-foot tall. He opens his trunk and

pulls out no books, just a football duffel bag. He

slowly walks by Damone, Rat and the underclassmen.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

How ya doing! That car looks great,

Charles!

Jefferson gives Damone a death glare.

JEFFERSON:

Don't... f***... with... it.

He moves on. Damone resumes selling tickets.

DAMONE:

Sh*t, that's my man.

EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT

We see a clutching, smooching couple walk by.

Cheerleader Cindy Carr and her boyfriend, Gregg

Adams.

EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY

The Four Stoners (from Carl's Jr.) tumble out of a

van in the parking lot. They head towards the

gymnasium.

INT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - DAY

Standing by the A-B-C-D-E registration counter in

the gymnasium, Brad waits to pick up his red ad

card. He stands surrounded by his buddies. They nod

vigorously at everything Brad says. As he talks,

fellow students all say hello or pat him as they

pass.

One troubled-looking boy, Arnold, walks up to Brad.

ARNOLD:

Brad, can I talk to you a minute?

BRAD:

Arnold. What's happening?

Arnold speaks confidentially to Brad.

ARNOLD:

Brad, I really f***in' hate

McDonald's, man. Ever since they

started in with the chicken,

everything went downhill.

BRAD:

You want to work at Carl's?

ARNOLD:

Oh, man, if you could swing

something there, I'd do anything

for you. I want to work with you

guys.

BRAD:

I can probably get you in there.

Just let me talk to Dennis Taylor.

ARNOLD:

All right!!

Brad notices Stacy and nods with complete inner

cool.

STACY:

Hi, Brad.

BRAD:

Sis.

BRAD'S BUDDIES

Hey, Stacy.

STACY:

Hi... Where's Lisa?

BRAD:

Everyone wants to know where Lisa

is. How should I know where Lisa

is?

(to buddies)

What am I gonna do? Now my little

sister goes to the same high

school. The party's over.

(to Stacy)

So who do you have first period?

STACY:

U.S. History. Mr. Hand.

BRAD:

Hey-yo.

DAVID:

Hey-yoooooooooo.

STACY:

(concerned)

What's wrong with Mr. Hand?

BRAD:

Nothing... if you like 'Hawaii Five

O.' You better get in class, Stacy.

That's not the one to be late to.

Stacy hurries off.

RICH:

(as soon as she is gone)

Your sister is really turning into

a fox.

BRAD:

You should see her in the morning.

BRAD'S BUDDIES

Hey-yooooooooooo.

INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

Stacy barely slips in the door before the final

attendance bell sounds. She finds a seat just as

the teacher's cubicle door opens at the back of the

classroom. A tall figure comes barreling down the

aisle. He is Mr. Hand. The man makes a double-speed

step to the door at the front of the class, kicks

the door shut and locks it. The windows rattle in

their frames. Stacy watches, wide-eyed, at her

first high school class.

MR. HAND

Aloha. My name is Mr. Hand.

Mr. Hand writes his name on the green chalkboard

before his class. Every letter is a small explosion

of chalk.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

(almost sweetly)

I have but one question for you on

our first morning 'together.'

(pause)

Can you attend my class? Pakalo?...

Understand?... History has proven

us one basic fact. Man does not do

anything that is not for his own

good. It is for your own good that

you attend my class. And if you

can't make it... I can make you.

An impatient knock begins at the front door of the

classroom.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

We have a twenty-question quiz

every Friday. It will cover all the

material we've dealt with during

the week. There will be no make-up

exams. It's important that you all

have your Land of Truth and Liberty

textbooks by Wednesday. At the

latest.

The knock continues.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

Your grade is the average of all

your quizzes, plus the midterm and

final, which counts for one-third.

Got it?

The mystery knocker tries a lazy calypso beat on

the front door. No one in Mr. Hand's U.S. History

class dares mention it, much less answer it.

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