Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #4

ANGLE ON A BOY:

at the next table; sees them and points them out to

his companions.

STACY:

What happens... don't laugh at me,

but when a guy has an orgasm... you

know, like, how much comes out.

Stacy stops practicing and looks horrified. Linda

laughs.

LINDA:

Just kidding. About 10cc.

STACY:

(enlightened)

Oh! That's where that group got its

name from.

They continue practicing as the boys look on. Stacy

manages to get almost a whole carrot down her

throat to Linda's amazement.

The group of boys break out in applause.

Stacy looks very embarrassed.

INT. BIOLOGY LAB - DAY

The class is situated so that all students sit at

Bunson burner tables lining the room.

Pat is seated at one of the tables and Stacy takes

a seat nearby; she looks at the ledge in front of

her. It contains a pig embryo. She listens to the

conversation next to her.

GIRL STUDENT:

I'll tell you right now. I'm not

going. I'll get sick or something.

I'm not going into a room with a

bunch of dead guys.

ARNOLD:

You'll go. It's part of the final.

GIRL STUDENT:

(a Pat Benatar)

Have you heard what they do? I'm

serious. Have you heard?

BOY STUDENT:

What?

ARNOLD:

The bodies are dissected, Mike, and

Mr. Vargas pulls out parts of the

dead body and holds them up. Okay?

BOY STUDENT:

You mean he reaches in and pulls

this stuff out?

GIRL STUDENT:

Yes.

BOY STUDENT:

Like a heart?

GIRL STUDENT:

Hearts, lungs, guts...

Stacy strains to hear more, just as Mr. Vargas -- a

diminutive man holding a coffee mug -- enters the

class.

MR. VARGAS

Good day, everyone! I just switched

to Sanka. I'm running a little slow

today, so have a heart.

ANGLE ON THE RAT

He is riveted on Stacy Hamilton, swooning.

DISSOLVE:

TO:

INT. STACY'S ROOM - NIGHT

We see Stacy's room, a young girl's room with

posters and frilly pillows. Stacy is in bed, and

her Mother is just leaving the room.

MOTHER:

Sleep tight, Stacy.

STACY:

Good night, Mom.

Her Mother shuts off the light, exits. Stacy pulls

back the covers. She is fully dressed.

EXT. STACY'S WINDOW - NIGHT

We see the window to Stacy's room slide slowly

open, and watch her slip outside. She hikes down a

drainage pipe to the street.

EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

A brown MG pulls up. Stacy jumps from the shadows

and hops in. The car drives away.

INT. RON'S CAR - NIGHT

Ron sits behind the wheel, humming casually along

to the music on his car stereo.

Ron has on a light-brown leather jacket. He looks

like a contestant for "The Dating Game."

STACY:

(a little nervous)

Thanks for picking me up.

RON:

No problem.

He speeds off, turning up the radio to sing along.

RON (CONT'D)

'The Cuer-vo Gold, the fi-ine

Columbian.'

(eyes Stacy)

You look nice tonight.

STACY:

Thanks. So do you.

RON:

Where do you feel like going?

STACY:

I don't know. Wherever you want.

RON:

How about the point?

STACY:

(nervously)

The point sounds fine.

RON:

(looks at her knowingly)

All right, the point it is.

We see Stacy's anxious face, as the car speeds up

Ridgemont Drive, with music.

EXT. THE POINT - NIGHT

Stacy and Ron sit in the car, listening to music.

The "point" is a natural lookout spot that lovers

can "discover." It is behind the baseball field and

dugout of Ridgemont High School.

Stacy and Ron get out of the car and walk to the

baseball dugout.

INT. DUGOUT - NIGHT

They sit side-by-side. Above them, a single light

bulb shines a very private fifty watts on things.

STACY:

That's a nice shirt.

RON:

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Silence. They look at each other, look away.

RON (CONT'D)

It's very warm out tonight.

STACY:

It is. It's very warm. I wonder how

long it will last?

Ron leans over and kisses Stacy lightly on the

cheek. Stacy sits quietly for a moment, thinking,

was that the first move? Then she lunges at Ron and

kisses him square on the mouth. At first surprised,

Ron then holds her there and kisses her in return.

After a time, he breaks away.

RON:

Are you really nineteen?

STACY:

Yes... I am really nineteen.

They continue making out.

RON:

I think I better take you home.

STACY:

What about those other guys you

live with?

RON:

No. I mean back to your home.

But they make no moves in any direction. They

continue making out. Ron begins unbuttoning her

blouse and massaging Stacy's breasts. A moment

later, he tugs at her pants. Awkwardly, she starts

to help him. He tilts her backward onto the

concrete dugout bench. They kiss feverishly, her

hand pulling off her shoes, then her pants. Ron

goes to work.

RON (CONT'D)

(whispers)

Is this your first time?

STACY:

Yes.

STACY'S POINT OF VIEW

as she feels a man enter her for the first time, we

see the graffiti above her:

Surf Nazis

Lincoln was here -- Sieg Heil

Led Zeppelin

Dan y Roberto (Disco Fags)

DISSOLVE:

TO:

EXT. SCHOOL LOCKERS - DAY

Stacy is standing by her locker, twirling the

combination. She is joined by Linda Barrett.

LINDA:

Was it great?

STACY:

It was okay.

I LINDA:

You'll always remember your first

time.

STACY:

It was nice.

LINDA:

So tell me, do you like Ron? Is it

serious?

STACY:

Come on, Linda. It's just sex.

LINDA:

Hey! That's my line!

They both laugh and walk down the hall.

EXT. HAMILTON HOME - LATE AFTERNOON

Stacy arrives home. The Hamilton home has that

anonymous prepackaged tract look, like many others

in this lower-middle class neighborhood.

Brad washes his car in the driveway and listens to

the car radio.

BRAD:

Mom says to clean up the pool.

STACY:

Why can't you do it?

BRAD:

Your friends use the pool. Your

friends messed it up.

STACY:

Your friends use the pool too.

BRAD:

I take out the garbage.

STACY:

Don't strain yourself.

Stacy bristles, and heads inside the front door.

INT. HAMILTON LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON

The furniture in the Hamilton living room looks

like it was gleaned for a sale at Pic 'N Save.

Through the living room, one can see a very small,

kidney-shaped pool.

Stacy checks an erasable telephone message sheet

near the refrigerator. There are two names on it:

BRAD/STACY. Brad's side is filled with messages.

Stacy's is empty.

She notices a summer bouquet floral arrangement.

Stacy reads the attached note. It reads: "Memories

of You, Ron Johnson." She quickly gathers it up and

carries it back outside. She fans the door several

times to dispel the odor.

EXT. HAMILTON DRIVEWAY - AFTERNOON

STACY:

Brad! Have Mom or Dad seen this?

BRAD:

They're not home yet.

STACY:

Brad, what would you say if I asked

you to just put these flowers in

the trunk of the Cruising Vessel

and get rid of them at work?

BRAD:

I'd say... who the hell is Ron

Johnson?

STACY:

I'll explain everything later.

Brad nods, as Stacy pushes the flowers into his

arms.

INT. DAMONE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

Damone expertly fills two glasses three-quarters

full of Kahlua, then adds a few drops of milk.

Music is playing on a nearby speaker. Damone hands

The Rat a drink and checks himself out in his

mirror.

DAMONE:

See that moustache coming in, Rat?

There is only a hint of peach fuzz, but he grooms

it anyway.

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