Heathers Page #21

INT. HEATHER DUKE'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

DAVID proudly looks down off-screen to his lap.

DAVID:

She can't really talk right now.

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA slams down the receiver and pulls up a sleek leather

address book. She severely scans through it. Tossing it away,

VERONICA then descends into the sundry junk of her night

table drawer and draws up another address book.

This one is frayed and pink polka-dotted. She peruses it and

dials.....

VERONICA:

Hello, Betty.....

EXT. SAWYER BACKYARD--LATE AFTERNOON

BETTY FINN hits her ball through a wicket and squeals in

delight. VERONICA has a motherly smile on her face.

BETTY:

I don't believe it. I'm winning.

VERONICA:

Don't get cocky, girl.

BETTY bends down to shoot then raises her body back up.

BETTY:

I missed you. I know I'm not as, as

exciting as your other friends.

VERONICA:

That's bullshit. Just shoot.

BETTY once again bends and raises.

BETTY:

Ronnie, I'm still a virgin. I french-

kissed Al Springer once but he...

VERONICA:

(warmly)

Shoot.

BETTY finally shoots. Feebly.

VERONICA:

Betty, your daydreams are a lot

better than my realities, believe

me. I'm afraid though it's time to die.

BETTY:

Ronnie!

VEONCIA gigglingly shoots, but misses the wicket. And instead

hits BETTY's ball. Disturbed by the sudden dilemma, she

determinedly walks to her ball and moves it away from BETTY's.

BETTY:

Hey, you're not settling for the two shots

are you? Knock me out girl. It's the only way.

VERONICA:

It's not my style, okay?

BETTY:

Nice guys finish last. I should know.

VERONICA sighs then knocks BETTY's adjacent ball sailing

toward the porch and a statuesque Earring-wearing HEATHER

DUKE, who does not budge as the ball whizzes past her.

HEATHER DUKE:

Brav-o!

BETTY FINN:

(nervously)

I've got to get going, Veronica.

VERONICA:

Sure.

HEATHER DUKE walks toward the girls followed by a meandering

desultory HEATHER MCNAMARA, who picks up a green mallet and

fragilely swings it; her early robustness a forgotten memory.

HEATHER MCNAMARA

Croquet won't be the same without Heather.

HEATHER DUKE:

(condescendingly to the passing Betty)

Oh Betty, leaving so soon...HEY, I'M RED!

LATER IN THE GAME

Red ball underfoot, HEATHER DUKE savagely "sends" HEATHER

MCNAMARA's green ball into the flower bed.

HEATHER MCNAMARA

Sh*t.

HEATHER DUKE:

You know what really bites; when people

watch that cafeteria stuff on TV and see

all those Geeks and Metalheads jumping

around, they're going to think Uncool

is the Rule at Westerburg.....Damn!

HEATHER DUKE's shot swerves wide of the wicket.

VERONICA:

You're so polluted. Talking down to

people, making fake notes....

VERONICA blows her shot.

HEATHER DUKE:

I don't see what gives you the right

to lecture, Ronnie. You were

soulmates with Betty Finn until you

realized you're the cover of

Seventeen magazine and she's the

before half of a Scarsdale Diet ad.

HEATHER DUKE bashes her ball into VERONICA's and prepares

to send it.

HEATHER DUKE:

Some people just don't matter. Why

should those who do carry their

weight? Am I right?

As HEATHER DUKE swings down her mallet, VERONICA steps on her

own ball. When HEATHER DUKE's mallet makes contact, the two

balls slam against each other, unmoving, with a loud smack.

VERONICA:

No, you're wrong. It's not even

your turn.

The depressed and disoriented HEATHER MCNAMARA, laying

against a tree, pipes in.

HEATHER MCNAMARA

She's right.....Boy, croquet's not

the same without Heather.

HEATHER DUKE:

(shaking out her wrist)

I don't know what your damage is

Veronica, but me and Heather are

going to walk over to the Mall.

Maybe by the time we head back,

your tampon'll be flushed.

As HEATHER DUKE and HEATHER MCNAMARA meander out the back of

the yard, an annoyed VERONICA revolves back toward the house

to see J.D. sitting comfortably at the patio table with a

drink.

VERONICA:

Christ, doesn't anybody knock?

J.D.

Mummy and Daddy let me in. So I'm a

dark horse, huh? You make me blush...

VERONICA reaches the patio, gently swinging her croquet mallet,

excited with the thought that J.D. has come to change his ways.

VERONICA:

Did you come to tell me something?

Something nice. Remotely apologetic.

J.D.

(oblivious)

How about that Heather Duke, huh? I

say it's about time we got down to

doing what we do best.

VERONICA:

(angrily blowing up at her bangs)

Just finish your drink and get out.

VERONICA storms to the patio door.

INT. GYM--DUSK

Wearing a BigFun T-shirt, MARTHA DUNNSTOCK/DUMPTRUCK sits in

the bleachers glumly sipping out of a cup of Coke. Cheers and

shouts can be heard booming around her.

As she places the cup down beside her, it is revealed MARTHA

is completely alone in the gym; the others being sad workings

of her embattled imagination.

She lifts the cup back up to her mouth but the plastic lid

pops off and a gush of Coke splashes onto her BigFun T-shirt.

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