
Pitch Perfect Page #18
whole world out. Don’t take it
personally.
Dr. Mitchell smiles. She’s letting him in.
BECA (CONT’D)
Sometimes it’s just easier.
DR. MITCHELL
But it’s also really lonely.
This hits Beca.
DR. MITCHELL (CONT’D)
Look, your mom and I... we didn’t
work. So I made a really hard
decision. But Beca, leaving you
was one of the saddest days of my
life. I should have...
(shakes head)
Well, I’m trying to make up for it
now. Which is probably why I’ve
been so stingy about you going to
LA. So if that’s what you still
want, I’ll support you.
Beca puts her head in her hands.
BECA:
What do I do?
DR. MITCHELL
That’s up to you. This is one of
those hard decisions. But,
speaking from personal experience,
if you’re going to leave something
you care about behind, make sure
you do it the right way.
Beca nods, “Okay.”
98.
100 CONTINUED:
100(CONTINUED)
DR. MITCHELL (CONT’D)
You know I’m proud of you, right?
BECA:
Proud? Of me?
DR. MITCHELL
Yes, proud of you, ya weirdo.
A beat.
BECA:
Do we have to hug now?
DR. MITCHELL
Yes. Yes we do.
They hug. Beca, grateful to have her dad uses BOTH ARMS.
101 INT. BELLAS REHEARSAL ROOM - LATER 101
The ladies are still in the middle of a heated argument.
FAT AMY:
I joined this group so I could hang
with a bunch of broads I thought I
could trust. But this is some
horseshit. I don’t want to be like
those girls on the wall.
CYNTHIA ROSE:
Yeah! I want to be who we are now.
LILLY:
Me too!
CHLOE:
We should have listened to Beca.
AUBREY:
Oh, so it’s my fault.
CHLOE:
No, that’s not what I’m saying --
AUBREY:
Well that’s what you’re all
thinking, right? I’m the jerk.
The girl obsessed with winning!
Aubrey recoils and covers her mouth.
99.
100 CONTINUED:
(2) 100(CONTINUED)
CHLOE:
You’re too controlling, Aubrey!
It’s ruining us!
AUBREY:
Hey, I can lose control if I want
to! I can let go! This time I’m
Aubrey puts her hand on her stomach and digs deep.
STACIE:
Been there before -- wait, what are
you talking about?
CYNTHIA ROSE:
AUBREY:
Here it comes!
Aubrey HURLS all over the floor. A beat of shock.
CHLOE:
We could be champions!!
The hurling lasts for a crazy long period of time, most of it
dry. Aubrey’s body convulses. A beat. Then, Chloe LUNGES
for the pitch pipe in Aubrey’s hands.
CHLOE (CONT’D)
Give me the pipe, you b*tch!
AUBREY:
Never!
Fat Amy tries to break them up by picking up Aubrey.
AUBREY (CONT’D)
Let go of me, butterball!
FAT AMY:
Now you must die!
Fat Amy manhandles Aubrey. Lilly JUMPS on Fat Amy’s back and
mumbles. Cynthia Rose turns to Stacie.
CYNTHIA ROSE:
Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.
She puts her hand directly on Stacie’s breast. Stacie PULLS
out her Barden rape whistle and blows it.
100.
101 CONTINUED:
101(CONTINUED)
CYNTHIA ROSE (CONT’D)
No! False alarm! Nobody likes
that!
Cynthia Rose tackles Stacie, trying to pull the whistle from
her mouth. The rest of the ladies jump in, wrestling without
hitting. It’s complete mayhem.
BECA (O.C.)
GUYS! GUYS! GUYS, STOP!
They all FREEZE then turn to find Beca standing at the door.
BECA (CONT’D)
What the hell’s going on in here?
AUBREY:
Nothing.
(wiping vomit off herself)
This is a Bellas rehearsal.
BECA:
I know...
Beca steps in the room as the ladies regroup.
BECA (CONT’D)
Okay, here goes. I blew it. What
I did was a dick move. I should
never have changed up our set
without asking the group, and I
should never have walked out. I
let you guys down, and I’m sorry.
Aubrey, if you’ll have me, I want
back in.
All eyes on a stone-faced Aubrey. Beca turns to leave, then
looks back. Nothing. As she walks, she GRABS a chair and
SCRAPES it across the floor. Right before she exits...
AUBREY:
Wait.
Beca turns around.
BECA:
Thank you. That would have been
embarrassing.
AUBREY:
I know I’ve been hard on you, Beca.
On everybody. But I’m my father’s
daughter.
101.
101 CONTINUED:
(2) 101(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
And he always said, “If at first
you don’t succeed, pack your bags.”
The ladies react, “that’s rough.”
BECA:
I get it. Mine gets on me, too.
AUBREY:
I got scared. There’s so many of
you and Chloe is... um...
CHLOE:
I don’t know if you guys know this
but I can be emotionally unstable!
BECA:
Yeah, I would have guessed that.
But there’s other stuff about you
that I don’t know. About any of
you really?
The ladies looks around, “Do we?” Stacie stands.
STACIE:
Well I’ll share something about
myself that none of you know.
Everyone perks up, interested.
STACIE (CONT’D)
I have a lot of sex.
FAT AMY:
No duh, Stacie. [Alt: uh doi]
BECA:
Wait, this is a good idea. That
was a terrible example but a good
idea. Let’s go around the room.
Everyone say something about
yourself that no one knows.
Cynthia Rose stands.
CYNTHIA ROSE:
Okay, I have something. This is
hard for me to admit to you guys.
FAT AMY:
I think we know where this is
going.
102.
101 CONTINUED:
(3) 101AUBREY (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
CYNTHIA ROSE:
For the last two years... I... have
had a serious gambling problem.
ALL:
(genuinely shocked)
What?!
CYNTHIA ROSE:
It started when I broke up with my
girlfriend.
FAT AMY:
There it is!
LILLY:
I ate my twin in the womb.
They all react, pretty sure they heard her but pretending
they didn’t.
BECA:
Okay, I’ll go. I... was nominated
for a Tony when I was twelve.
[several alts]
The ladies applaud. Aubrey stands, closes her eyes and
blurts out --
AUBREY:
I’ve been in love with Unicycle for
four years now.
ALL:
What?!
AUBREY:
I never acted on it because of the
oath. But I’ve wanted him ever
since we met at Clown Camp.
BECA:
Aubrey! You and Uni should be
together if that’ll make you happy.
And forget that stupid oath.
AUBREY:
But --
CHLOE:
Aubrey. Let it go.
Aubrey nods, sits next to Chloe and mouths, “I’m sorry.”
103.
101 CONTINUED:
(4) 101(CONTINUED)
BECA:
Fat Amy?
FAT AMY:
I’m an open book. For God sakes,
you all call me Fat Amy. If I’m
not being honest, I’m not living.
(then, a beat)
My real name is Fat Patricia.
CHLOE:
(stands, overly dramatic)
My turn. Over spring break, I made
the courageous decision to remove
my nodes. The doctors tell me I
can’t sing for five weeks.
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