
Pitch Perfect Page #14
BUMPER:
I ...
(realizing Jason’s size)
... would but I pulled a quad
during our performance ... but if I
Bumper goes to “punch” Jason but stops just short of actually
hitting him.
BUMPER (CONT’D)
OH! That was a kill shot!
JASON:
I would beat the talent out of you
but I respect the ICCA's too much
to taint the floor with your
blood... But if I did I would -
Jason does the same “near-miss” swing at Bumper’s head.
JASON (CONT’D)
ARRR! Right to the E.R. For
reconstructive head surgery!
ANGLE ON:
JOE, taunting Jesse.JOE LO TRUGLIO:
Hey, you, hit me! Hit me!
JESSE:
I’m not going to hit you, dude.
JOE LO TRUGLIO:
C’mon, nancy boy! Hit me! I want
to feel something!
DONALD FAISON steps to Donald and pokes him in the shoulder.
75-78A.
69 CONTINUED:
69BUMPER (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
FAISON:
We doing this? Huh? This is for
America. For 9-11!
DONALD:
Are you for real? I’m Indian.
Donald pokes him back.
FAISON:
Well, I hate curry! And your
glasses!
ANGLE ON:
HAR MAR steps up to Stacie.HAR MAR:
How’s it going, foxy moxy? Wanna
see something sexy?
He lifts up his shirt and rubs his belly.
STACIE:
I like your confidence but don’t
like your face or body. I’m not
sure how to play this.
ANGLE ON:
Fat Amy watching it all go down. She isdesperately trying not to jump in on the action.
FAT AMY:
(to Aubrey and Chloe)
If I get in there, there’s going to
be dork parts caught in the storm
drains of these streets for months.
Chloe puts her hand on Fat Amy, “You’re not going anywhere.”
ANGLE ON:
The two Donalds. Not wanting to actually fight,they just grapple with each other, moving back and forth. It
looks like intense dancing.
FAISON:
Seriously, I can’t hit you if you
don’t take off your glasses!
DONALD:
I’m not just making a stylestatement,
these are prescription!
FAISON:
Well, then you better keep them on
so you can see me punch you.
75-78B.
69 CONTINUED:
(2) 69(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
Except I can’t punch you if you
keep them on!
DONALD:
Classic Catch-22!
They continue. Jason takes Bumper down in a head lock. Joe
gets in Jesse’s face. UNI rides around in circles. Gail
interviews socks. It’s chaos.
ANGLE ON:
The Bellas, watching. Some in horror. Someconfused.
CHLOE:
Aubrey, should we try to stop them?
CYNTHIA ROSE:
They are our ride.
AUBREY:
No. The enemy of my enemy is my
friend.
BECA:
I don’t think anyone’s actually
fighting?
Fat Amy makes her way to JOE.
JOE, really starting to lose it, taunts Jesse, Uni, Kolio,
and any of the other Trebles to go after him.
JOE LO TRUGLIO:
Hit me anywhere! I don’t care!
(re:
his chest)Right in the bread basket! Make it
worth it!
Back with Bumper and JASON, now wrestling on the ground.
JASON:
You remind me of me when I was your
age!
BUMPER:
I am nothing like you... am I?
Back with HAR MAR and Stacie:
HAR MAR:
You can’t resist this. Right now,
the “danger” is sending blood
straight to your woo-woo.
75-78C.
69 CONTINUED:
(3) 69FAISON (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
Har Mar puts Stacie’s hand on his belly. Stacie smiles.
STACIE:
You’re so confusing to me. Are we
both getting lucky, little man?
HAR MAR just sticks his tongue out suggestively. After a
beat, Stacie makes tongue swirls as well.
ANGLE ON:
JOE ripping open his shirt.JOE LO TRUGLIO:
I’ve been unemployed since the Bush
Administration, and am living out
of that van. I deserve it! I’m
spiritually numb. Give it to me!
To settle him down, Jesse finally half-punches Joe.
JESSE:
Ok, there you go, guy.
JOE, loving it, grabs the Treble trophy and whips it around
like an obsessed man.
JOE LO TRUGLIO:
Yes! Now hit me with the trophy!
Use the sharp part!
Jesse stands there, speechless. Fat Amy, unable to help
herself, CHARGES at JOE and grabs the trophy. Beca goes after
her.
FAT AMY:
The Kracken has been unleashed!
BECA:
Oh boy.
She goes to hit JOE with the trophy. Beca lunges for her,
grabbing part of the trophy.
BECA (CONT’D)
Noooo! Stop! Let go!
Beca and Fat Amy push and pull on the trophy. Finally Fat Amy
lets go. By doing so, Beca can’t help but jerk the trophy
back. A piece of it flies off, smashing the lobby window!
Everyone looks on, stunned.
A police officer happens to be ticketing the Tone van right
outside. When the window smashes, he looks up, right at Beca.
75-78D.
69 CONTINUED:
(4) 69(CONTINUED)
Beca is standing there red-handed. Everyone else comically
darts in every direction.
75-78E.
69 CONTINUED:
(5) 6970 EXT. POLICE STATION - LATE NIGHT 70
A proud Beca walks down the steps of the Police Station.
Jesse is there, waiting with arms wide open.
JESSE:
Hey Hillary Swank in Million Dollar
Baby.
BECA:
You just have to say “Million
Dollar Baby.” You don’t have to
reference the actress.
JESSE:
I wanted to make sure you got it.
BECA:
Thanks for bailing me out.
JESSE:
I didn’t.
Jesse stops, gesturing down the way. ANGLE ON: DR. MITCHELL,
standing outside of his car. Beca does a 180.
BECA:
You called my dad?! Why?!
JESSE:
They put you in handcuffs, Bec. It
looked pretty serious --
BECA:
That doesn’t mean you call my Dad!
79.
(CONTINUED)
JESSE:
What, do you have another parent I
don’t know about?
(then, confused)
Why are you yelling at me? I’m the
only one here.
BECA:
I didn’t ask you to be.
Jesse reacts, stunned.
JESSE:
I was trying to help.
BECA:
I don’t want your help. You’re not
my boyfriend!
Beca starts walking toward Dr. Mitchell. Jesse follows.
JESSE:
Yeah, you’ve made that very clear.
BECA:
(to Dr. Mitchell)
Dad, it’s not a big deal --
DR. MITCHELL
It is a big deal. I get a call in
the middle of the night telling me
my only daughter got arrested for
destruction of property!
BECA:
It was a misunderstanding. I was
protecting my friends! Putting
myself out there! “Making
memories”!
DR. MITCHELL
If you think I’m paying for you to
live in LA after you pull a stunt
like this? Well, I’m not. Get in
the car.
BECA:
Wait, don’t you want to listen to
what I have to say?
DR. MITCHELL
Not tonight I don’t.
80.
70 CONTINUED:
70(CONTINUED)
Beca shoots Jesse daggers.
DR. MITCHELL (CONT’D)
Jesse gets shotgun.
71 OMIT 71
72 INT. BECA’S DORM ROOM - NIGHT 72
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