Palo Alto Page #2
'em down with me.
I wouldn't waste it.
Why wouldn't you do like a bunch
you know, like help people
or save kids or something.
I think when you're suicidal, though, you're
probably only thinking about yourself.
I don't know.
I try to be good.
F*** good, guys.
(CHUCKLES) F*** good.
Live the dangerous life.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Where have you been?
Listen. I asked Tyler
if he'd go out with me.
And either he
didn't hear me or he...
I don't know why he would...
(INDISTINCT SHOUTS)
(CHEERING)
Whoo!
TEDDY:
Where'd April go?FRED:
Are you still hung up on April, dude?Get over it.
Be strong.
Be strong.
GIRL:
Bye!(EXHALES)
You okay?
Shut up.
(GROANS)
Did you get it all out?
(SPITS) Shut up.
Do you want some water?
Mouthwash.
Okay, come on.
It's in the bathroom.
(PIANO PLAYS)
Oh, yeah!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
And the boring days
are like clockwork
What's up, April?
How you doing?
Good.
Nice.
I like your skirt or dress,
I don't know what it is.
But it's really pretty.
The color brings out your eyes or
something, it's really... I like it.
It's tight.
Even your moccasins,
those are awesome also.
(VOCALIZING)
Just got it all going on.
APRIL:
Thanks.You enjoying the party?
Yeah, it's fun.
You know what
your outfit's missing?
Is this hat.
Actually... You look good
as is, actually.
you're just kind of chilling?
Raging.
We're going off, huh?
Yeah.
I'm asking...
Do you want to do a shot
or something?
Yeah, cheers to that.
Let's go grab one. Wow.
Whoo.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(BELT BUCKLE CLINKS)
(ZIPPER UNZIPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
Oh, f***!
Have you seen April around here?
She's right there, man.
Fred, let's get
the f*** out of here, man.
Hey Teddy, where are we going?
F***ing nowhere.
On a scale of one to baked,
how baked are you?
F***ing baked!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
What the f***?
(ENGINE REVVING)
What the f*** was that?
Dude, what the f***
are you doing?
How the f*** did you know?
How did I know what?
How did you know I'd get
in a f***ing accident?
I didn't.
What do you mean how did I know?
What if, yeah, what if?
Just stop, stop.
Let me out.
Teddy, you're not really
blaming me for this, are you?
Really?
I'll see ya.
You know,
you're being kind of a dick.
(SIGHS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
F***.
WOMAN:
That's him, Officer.OFFICER:
Okay.That's definitely the car.
Okay, it seems like you're
the one I'm looking for.
Someone called
your plates in, buddy.
Can I see your license?
Okay, I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.
To the front of the car,
over there.
Now face this way.
It's a kid.
Walk in a straight line.
I can't do that.
Okay, then recite the alphabet
backwards from Z to A.
Backwards?
Yes.
Can't do that sh*t.
Why don't you try?
Oh. See, we got
a wise one here, huh?
I'm not f***ing wise, Chip.
I just can't recite
my alphabet backwards.
Can't even do that sh*t sober.
OFFICER:
Listen, smart ass.You can either do
the sobriety test,
or I can take you to the hospital
and you can do a blood test.
What do you wanna do?
Y-X-Z... F-U-C-K U!
U! U! U!
U, U!
You have the right to remain silent.
F*** you.
Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand that?
You have the right
to an attorney.
one will be appointed for you.
Do you understand these rights?
Yeah, f*** you, too.
OFFICER:
Hey!Put your head down.
WOMAN:
Oh, my God.F***ing pig!
(SIGHS)
Oh!
Holy f***ing sh*t!
What?
No f***ing way, this is too good.
What is it?
How do we not know about this?
What is it?
Do you know
that Emily has a blog?
You're kidding me. Holy sh*t!
Look at these pictures.
CHRISSY:
Who does that?Emily blew Teddy last night
in your parents' bedroom.
SHAUNA:
You're lying.Mmm-mmm.
How do you know that?
CHRISSY:
Seth told me.How gross is that?
In my parents' bedroom?
(LAUGHS)
She will suck any dick that
anyone puts in her face.
God almighty!
She's going down.
What are you playing?
Doodle.
What's that?
It's just like you have to get
Come on, enough of this game.
Let's watch a movie.
I don't think I'm allowed
to watch this movie.
Why? It's a good movie.
Whoa.
Okay, I think you're right.
It's time for bed, okay?
I don't wanna go to bed.
I like this movie.
I bet you do.
Come on, let's go. Bed time.
(GROWLING)
(HISSES)
(MEOWING)
I want us to be able
to be friends.
to hang out and like...
(CHUCKLES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
A back area and like,
hang out there with, like...
MR. B:
Hey.Hi.
(SIGHS)
What are you watching?
I don't know.
Some reality show.
Ah.
Well, that was a shitty date.
What happened?
Nothing.
Just like always.
Teachers are so boring.
I can't believe you guys have to
sit there and listen them all day.
At least I can go home.
Yeah. Well, I don't
really listen to them.
Oh, really?
You don't listen to me?
I didn't mean you.
Yeah, you better.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I should go.
Sorry.
Bye.
Well, thanks again,
I really appreciate it.
Sure.
See you at practice.
I'm dizzy.
Emma, sit down.
Why?
Come on.
Teddy Morrison.
TEDDY:
Yeah.Hey, are you in trouble?
JUDGE:
Mr. Morrison, this is the secondtime you've been before the court.
Given the support
you have from your family,
the court would like to give you one
last chance to turn your life around.
You shall be placed on probation
for a period of 12 months
on the following terms
and conditions.
One, you shall perform 150 hours of community
service at the children's library.
Given your demonstrated talent as an artist
and painter I think you'll do quite well.
Two, you must make a formal and in
person apology to Mrs. Grossman,
the victim of the offense
and whose car you hit.
Mr. Morrison, if you fail to complete
or if you engage in any further
criminal conduct of any sort
your probation will be revoked and you
will be committed to juvenile hall.
All right,
thank you and good luck.
Teddy, can you help me?
Yeah.
Emma, get your shoes.
I Love you, Mom.
I love you, too, honey.
Don't forget to apologize
to that woman.
Try not to hang around Fred.
Love you, Mom.
Hey, Teddy, look what I can do.
Yeah. Get out of my room!
Could you get out of my room?
Get out.
He's cute.
Give me some of that.
He's not cute.
Fred?
Yes, he is.
He's horrible looking.
No, he's cute.
You think everyone's cute.
And this is how
you didn't make a basket.
Dude, chill the f*** out!
Basketball, you know how to play basketball?
It's how you play on the streets.
F*** you!
What the f***, Fred?
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Palo Alto" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 21 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/palo_alto_15512>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In