Heathers Page #20

VERONICA:

To think there was a time when I

thought you were cool. If you can't

deal with me now, just stay home and

shoot your T.V., blow away a couple

toasters or something. Just don't come

to school and don't mess with me.

J.D.

You'll be back!

J.D. slowly sits up and with both hands, puts his gun in his

mouth. He pauses, lets go of the gun, and then biting down on

the barrel of the gun, J.D. proceeds to broodingly tie his

shoes.

INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM--DAY

J.D. moves to an empty row of desks. He turns the first desk

as to face the second. HEATHER DUKE warily lowers herself into

the second desk as J.D. flops a manilla envelope onto it.

HEATHER DUKE opens the envelope and pulls out a stack of 8x10's.

The first shot shows a YOUNG HEATHER DUKE in a summer camp

uniform that vibrantly reads HEATHER, She is holding one end

of a large poster board drawing of two Eskimos rubbing noses.

Holding the other end, in a summer camp uniform vibrantly

reading MARTHA, is a YOUNG MARTHA DUNNSTOCK/DUMPTRUCK.

HEATHER DUKE:

What the.....

With a harsh laugh, she takes in the next photograph. It has

YOUNG HEATHER DUKE and YOUNG MARTHA eating toasted

marshmallows off each other's sticks.

HEATHER DUKE:

(queasily intrigued)

Where did you get these?

J.D.

Oh, I just had the nicest chat with

Ms. Dumptruck. Got along famously! It's

scary how everyone's got a story to

tell....Would you care to see the

canoeing shots?

HEATHER DUKE:

What is this? Blackmail? So what. I

once shared a bunk with the biggest

loser in the state. I'm not running

for president....

(narrowing her eyes at the photos)

I'll give you a week's lunch money.

J.D.

I don't want your money, I want your

strength. Westerburg doesn't need

mushy togetherness, it needs a leader.

Heather Chandler was that leader but...

HEATHER DUKE:

But she couldn't handle it.

J.D. laughs. She's on the ball.

J.D.

I think you can. In Catcher in the Rye

Holden says his ideal job'd be making

sure some kids don't fall off a cliff.

He doesn't realize if you pay too much

attention to the kids, you'll back off

the cliff yourself.

HEATHER DUKE:

Very very. The photographs?

J.D.

Don't worry. I'll ask you to do a favour,

one you'll enjoy. You'll get the

negatives and everything back then.

J.D. launches away from his desk with a grin. He places a

red ribbon on HEATHER DUKE's desk.

J.D.

In the meantime, strength, And hey,

there's a little gift.

INT. THE GIRLS BATHROOM--DAY

A spooked HEATHER DUKE splashes water on her face and looks up

into the mirror. In a trance, she pulls her hair back Heather

Chandler fashion and ties it with the ribbon J.D. gave her.

A BETTY FINN-A-LIKE moves up to the sink beside her. Two CHIC

BABES enter the bathroom with pouting expressions. Seemingly

in a trance, HEATHER DUKE bends over and wipes off her wet hands

using the oblivious BETTY FINN-A-LIKE's dress. HEATHER DUKE

winks to the now-giggling CHIC BABES and saunters off.

INT. HALLWAY--DAY

HEATHER DUKE bursts through the bathroom door to wickedly

strut down the hall. She scowls/smiles in perfect Heather

Chandler fashion to various passers-by.

ANOTHER HALLWAY--DAY

Disoriented, VERONICA somnambulates down the hall. She suddenly

brakes amid the flow of Student traffic to stare at a locker.

The locker wears a POLICE LINE--DO NOT CROSS sticker. VERONICA

pulls out a School Spirit Club I.D. Card and moves to the locker.

With the card, she wrangles the locker open. It contains a

coat, recognizably Heather Chandler's. On the inside door is a

sizable mirror, a cute little "HEATHER" license plate, an

Alexander Haig For President sticker, and a picture of VERONICA

and the HEATHERS all wearing sunglasses and acting tough.

VERONICA zeroes in on a three frame Photo Booth picture. In

the first frame, VERONICA and HEATHER CHANDLER stare

stonefaced. In the second frame, the two girls are screaming

at the top of their lungs. In the third frame, they have

returned to a stonefaced state. VERONICA touches the picture

with a quivering smile as two hands flap around her eyes.

HEATHER DUKE:

Guess who?

VERONICA:

Heather.

VERONICA turns around, stunned. The Heather Chandleresque

HEATHER DUKE can be seen in the locker mirror. VERONICA

violently pushes HEATHER DUKE away and storms off.

HEATHER DUKE peers in the open locker. A pair of red earrings

flash out at her. Biting her lip, she reaches for them.

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

Lying on the floor, VERONICA concentrates on her phone. With

a deep sigh, she pushbuttons out a number. She pauses, then...

VERONICA:

Ouch. Your machine's got the most

obnoxious beep. Heather, I'm sorry.

INT. HEATHER DUKE'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA's voice drones through HEATHER DUKE's answering machine.

VERONICA (O.S./machine)

I'm just calling to say you can

wear your hair any way you want to.

A Male hand picks up the phone. It's College boy DAVID.

DAVID:

Hey Veronica Sawyer, barf on

anybody's carpet lately?

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA cringes.

VERONICA:

Is this David? Heather's David?

What are you doing....

INT. HEATHER DUKE'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

DAVID:

What can I say? I was pretty broken

up by Heather C.'s suicide. I needed

somebody super-sensitive like Heather D.

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA:

I'm delirious for the both of you.

Can you put Heather on?

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