Heathers Page #7

INT. DORMITORY HALLWAY--NIGHT

The chaotic hallway rumbles with beer cups and loud music.

VERONICA and HEATHER CHANDLER's stylish garb clashes with the

laid-back dress of the COLLEGE STUDENTS.

BRAD anxiously hands VERONICA a cup of beer as he watches

DAVID and HEATHER CHANDLER move through a staircase door.

BRAD:

So, are you a cheerleader?

VERONICA:

(dealing with a jerk)

No, not at all.

BRAD:

You're pretty enough to be one.

VERONICA:

Gee, thanks.

BRAD:

It's so great to be able to talk

to a girl and not have to ask

"What's your major?" I hate that.

They uncomfortably sip their beers. A deadly pause ensues.

BRAD:

So when you go to college, what kind

of subjects do you think you'll study?

INT. DAVID'S DORM ROOM

HEATHER CHANDLER and DAVID sit on the latter's bed, surrounded

by a PC and a series of obnoxious Ferrari posters. They kiss.

DAVID doing most of the work.

HEATHER CHANDLER

Come on David, let's go back to the party.

DAVID:

(unzipping his pants)

Don't worry, we will. You're just so

hot tonight. I can't control myself.

DAVID pushes HEATHER CHANDLER's head down.

INT. DORM HALLWAY--NIGHT

BRAD has given up on conversation.

BRAD:

So what do you say we head up to my

room and have a real party. I've got the

best Windham Hill C.D. collection

in the dorm.

BRAD'S FRIEND approaches before VERONICA can show disgust.

BRAD'S FRIEND

Brad-ley, Hennesey's looking for

you. He says he owes you for blow

and he just got some product himself.

BRAD:

You're kidding. That pecker actually

scored something on his own?

BRAD'S FRIEND

(ambling off)

He's in Sheila's room, big guy. Party up.

BRAD:

Excellent. Veronica, ever do cocaine?

VERONICA:

Ever since Phil Collins did that anti-

drug thing on MTV I refuse everything.

BRAD:

Phil Collins? Are you sure he isn't

drinking and driving?

VERONICA:

Jeez, right, then why don't I do drugs?

BRAD:

Right. Hey, don't run away now.

With a wink, BRAD squirms off. VERONICA dashes into the room

with the coats.

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA rampages through her diary.

VERONICA (V.O.)

Seventeen is the last year Mom buys

the Twinkies. When you make the

jump from working weekends at Pizza

Hut to thirty years at I.B.M., you

lose something. Not innocence -- power.

J.F.K. the cat jumps onto the Diary.

VERONICA:

J.F.K.!

VERONICA flings the screeching cat off and continues.

VERONICA (V.O.)

Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm

allowed an understanding that my

parents and these Remington University

a**holes have chosen to ignore. I

understand I must stop Heather.

INT. DORM "COAT" ROOM--NIGHT

Panting, VERONICA collapses at a desk in the "coat" room. She

draws a Vodka bottle from a stockpile of liquor and pours

some in her beer cup, slouching down in her chair.

VERONICA lights a match from a 7-11 matchbook. She eerily

brings her hand closer and closer to the fire until it

touches.

With an eek of pain, she tosses the match away into the Vodka

cup, setting it afire. VERONICA laughs to herself before

tossing the flaming cup out the window.

EXT. ALLEY OUTSIDE THE DORMITORY--NIGHT

The flaming cup lands in a large rusted garbage can filled

with other cups and various refuse. The flames spread...

INT. DORMITORY BATHROOM--NIGHT

A dejected HEATHER CHANDLER walks into a multi-mirror-and-sink

bathroom. Using a glass off one of the sinks, she gargles some

water and then spits it at her own reflection.

INT. THE DORM "COAT" ROOM--NIGHT

VERONICA closes the window as BRAD opens the door.

BRAD:

How's my little cheerleader? Now I

know everyone at your high school

isn't so uptight, come on.

VERONICA:

Hey really, I don't feel so great.

BRAD:

Let's do it on the coats. It'll

be excellent.

BRAD plops down onto the bed of coats and begins bouncing.

VERONICA:

I have a little prepared speech I

give when my suitor wants more

than I'd like to give him....

Gee Blank, I had a nice....

BRAD:

Save the speeches for Malcom X.

I just wanna get laid.

VERONICA:

You don't deserve my f***ing speech!

VERONICA yanks up her coat from beneath BRAD on the bed

causing him to slide off onto the floor.

INT. DORM HALLWAY--NIGHT

VERONICA storms into the hallway but slows down when she sees

she's attracting attention. She notices an incited BRAD

slither to the smiling DAVID who chats with some STUDENTS,

HEATHER CHANDLER on his arm.

BRAD causes DAVID's smile to ever-so-slightly diminish. DAVID

whispers to HEATHER CHANDLER who proceeds to set down her beer

and walk toward VERONICA.

EXT. DORMITORY ALLEY--NIGHT

The fire in the trashcan is raging.

INT. DORM HALLWAY--NIGHT

A steel faced HEATHER CHANDLER comes face-to-face with

VERONICA.

HEATHER CHANDLER

What's your damage? Brad says

you're being a real cooze.

VERONICA:

Heather, I feel awful, like I'm going

to throw up. Can we jam, please?

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