Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1982
- 90 min
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MR. HAND
How long ago?
DESMOND:
Just before class, sir...
Mr. Hand snaps his fingers, Hawaii Five-O style.
MR. HAND
Okay. Bring him in.
Desmond hustles out the door.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
What is this fascination with
truancy? What is it that gets
inside your heads?
Mr. Hand begins to pace the aisles as he speaks.
Occasionally, for emphasis, he bends down to
lecture directly into the students' faces.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
There are other teachers in this
school who look the other way at
truants.
(points to attendance clip
on the doorway)
It's a little game that you both
play. They pretend they don't see
you, you pretend you don't ditch.
Who pays the price later? You.
Desmond returns to the room with a red-eyed Jeff
Spicoli.
SPICOLI:
Hey! Wait a minute! There's no
birthday party for me here!
MR. HAND
Thank you, Desmond.
(to Spicoli)
What's the reason for your truancy?
SPICOLI:
I couldn't make it in time.
MR. HAND
(in top form)
You mean, you couldn't? Or you
wouldn't?
SPICOLI:
I don't know, mon. The food lines
took forever.
MR. HAND
Food will be eaten on your time!
(pause)
Why are you continuously late for
this class, Mr. Spicoli? Why do you
shamelessly waste my time like
this?
SPICOLI:
I don't know.
Mr. Hand appears mesmerized. He then turns and
heads for the board. He writes in long, large
letters as he slams the chalk into the green board.
He writes:
"I DON'T KNOW".MR. HAND
I like that.
He stands back and admires it. He turns randomly to
Stacy.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
Don't you like that, Miss Hamilton?
STACY:
Yes, sir.
MR. HAND
I really like that too. 'I don't
know'... that's nice. 'Mr. Hand,
will I pass this class?' 'Gee, Mr.
Spicoli, I don't know'. I like
that.
I think I'm going to leave your
words on this board for all my
classes to enjoy. Giving you full
credit, of course, Mr. Spicoli.
We hear the blare of the dismissal bell. Stacy and
the other students get up to leave. Spicoli stays
in place. He has just figured out a truly bitchin'
comeback... and his mouth is forming the first
word, when Mr. Hand cuts him off.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
You can go now.
Hand turns back to his desk. The rest of the
students have already left. Spicoli's audience is
gone. He shrugs and lopes out the door.
INT. RIDGEMONT MALL - AFTERNOON
It's Christmas time at the Ridgemont Mall. All
three tiers are strung with neon lights, and we
hear the sound of the bell-ringing Santas.
INT. SWENSON'S - AFTERNOON
Stacy and Linda are enjoying a brief lull in the
Christmas season madness. They sit at the sundae
bar. Stacy looks forlorn, almost red-eyed, as she
makes a sundae.
LINDA:
You've got to get used to working
Christmas. People are always
screaming and yelling... then they
get home and they're all
Christmasy.
STACY:
I think Christmas brings out the
worst in people.
LINDA:
I guess Ron hasn't called yet.
STACY:
Not since November.
Linda nods her head, always the coach.
LINDA:
Stacy, it doesn't look good for the
relationship.
Stacy continues making her ice cream, slapping the
scoops onto the stainless steel dish.
STACY:
(sighs)
Don't you think it meant anything
to him. Even if I am fifteen?
LINDA:
Stacy. What does it matter? He's a
stereo salesman. You want to marry
him? You want to have kids with
him? You want this guy to come
home, fifty years old, and he's
still got that little Pacific
Stereo badge on? Come on.
who are seated at a back table, feeding each other.
Stacy looks at her finished sundae.
STACY:
I should quit this job. I'm going
to get so fat working here...
nobody will ever take me out.
LINDA:
Stacy. How many times do I have to
tell you? You are really going to
be beautiful... someday.
STACY:
Thanks a lot.
Linda punches Stacy lightly on the shoulder.
LINDA:
Hey -- Ron Johnson? It's his loss.
We follow Stacy, as she walks into the dining room
to serve the sundae.
INT. WHEREHOUSE RECORDS - MALL - DAY
We see a group of buzz-cut young toughs, walking in
formation, hunched over, sneering and wearing
sleeveless U.S. Army fatigue jackets. None of these
damaged-looking kids is over the age of fourteen.
They pass to reveal this legend on their backs:
LINCOLN SURF NAZIS.
Angle on Mike Damone and Mark Ratner, who are
standing by the upcoming concert list posted on the
door to Wherehouse Records. Damone sees the Surf
Nazis pass, turns to Mark Ratner, who is still
wearing his Cinema Four jacket.
DAMONE:
The business is changing, Rat. I'll
tell you, these kids today... they
don't even listen to Aerosmith.
THE RAT:
I hear they all dress like that at
Lincoln now.
DAMONE:
There used to be three or four of
those guys. Now we see 'em every
time we come to the mall.
Damone is approached by a couple of young ticket
Customers.
CUSTOMER #1
Got any Blue Oyster Cult tickets?
DAMONE:
No Cult. I ate twenty-four pairs of
Blue Oyster Cult tickets last time
around. I was this close to working
at 7-11. No Cult.
Suddenly we see all ticket business stop. Damone
and his customers see someone menacingly coming
directly for them. The small crowd parts as Charles
Jefferson, football duffel bag in hand, walks up.
With him is a thick, tough, miniature version of
himself. This is Little Charles. They both stop in
front of Damone.
JEFFERSON:
(after long look)
When is Earth, Wind and Fire
coming?
DAMONE:
(respectfully)
I'm really not sure. I haven't
heard anything yet, but I'll let
you know the second there is the
slightest news, sir.
JEFFERSON:
DAMONE:
Excellent. So that will be two
tickets... All right. Fine, sir.
Jefferson and L.C. push past the customers.
CUSTOMER #2
thought he just flew in for the
football games.
DAMONE:
(gaining composure)
Sh*t, he's my man. He knows where
to come for tickets.
Damone turns to The Rat.
DAMONE (CONT'D)
Well, Rat. Are you ready for the
moment of truth?
The Rat adjusts his jacket, and nods.
THE RAT:
She is immune to my charms.
They walk together towards Swenson's, as The Rat
drapes his aqua-blue Cinema Four jacket around his
shoulders, like a French film director. Damone
walks a few steps, then stops Rat.
DAMONE:
Hey, Rat.
THE RAT:
Yeah?
DAMONE:
Ace the jacket.
The Rat considers the suggestion, gets rid of the
jacket. They continue towards Swenson's.
EXT. SWENSON'S - DAY
The Rat pulls open the door to Swenson's. He walks
toward the counter to Stacy Hamilton.
STACY:
Hi. May I help you?
The Rat feels the beginnings of cold panic, but
barges through nonetheless.
THE RAT:
Yes. I have two questions. I was
curious...
His voice becomes a shade deeper. He begins to pull
The Attitude together.
THE RAT (CONT'D)
What do you do with the jackets
people leave here?
STACY:
(smiling)
We keep them.
THE RAT:
You keep them.
STACY:
We keep them, in case the people
come back.
She reaches under the counter and pulls out a
cardboard box with some rumbled jackets and other
items.
STACY (CONT'D)
Here they are. You can look through
it, if you want.
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