Pitch Perfect Page #6

a group likes you, they’ll contact

you directly. My tone deaf sidekick

Justin will collect your info.

JUSTIN:

If I could carry a tune in any

possible human way, I would. But I

can’t. I resent myself dearly.

TOMMY:

I’ve been picked on, wedgied,

ridiculed, upper-decked, and cyberbullied

by elected officials. I am

also currently failing out of this

university. And though I too cannot

sing a drop, there is nowhere I’d

rather be than in the welcome

embrace of Barden a cappella. But

if you think this is like some high

school club where you sing and

dance your way through big social

issues you’ve come to the wrong

place. It’s nothing like that.

That’s high school. This sh*t is

real life.

JUSTIN:

Real life!!

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TOMMY:

(He claps twice)

Alright people. Don’t just bring

it! Sing it!

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All four a cappella groups are there. The Trebles sit in

back. Aubrey and Chloe sit in front.

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BUMPER:

Hey Bellas, remember how you tried

to play in the big leagues and

choked? Let that be a lesson to

everybody. Sing the same girlie

sh*t every year, you’ll blow chunks

all over the place.

The rest of the Trebles snicker. Donald does a “too slow”

slap to himself. Aubrey braces herself, then stands to

address the room.

AUBREY:

My fellow aca-people. As most of

you know, it is a make or break

year for the Bella ladies. But

make no mistake. We will not let

egotistical, big-headed, garbage

d*cks, whoever they may be, get in

our way.

(then, to Bumper)

I promise you. The Bellas will

return to the ICCA’s and finish

what we started last year.

Tommy steps in, getting down to business.

TOMMY:

First up today...

He presents CYNTHIA ROSE, a butch looking girl wearing a

leather jacket and boots.

DONALD (INTO MIC)

Whenever you’re ready, dude.

CYNTHIA ROSE:

Hi, my name’s Cynthia Rose.

ANGLE ON:
Donald, reacting, “Oops.”

CYNTHIA ROSE (CONT’D)

(begins singing)

BUT SINCE U BEEN GONE...

BEGIN “AMERICAN IDOL”-TYPE AUDITION MONTAGE:

-- We see QUICK POPS of AUDITIONERS. Some good, some bad.

-- A smart-looking plain-faced girl wearing Tina-Fey glasses

introduces herself as MARY ELISE. She has an adequate voice.

-- More AUDITIONERS.

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-- Jesse nails his audition.

-- More AUDITIONERS. Sprinkled in, we meet four quirky,

awkward ladies named JESSICA, ASHLEY, DENISE, and KORI.

-- Fat Amy walks on stage and takes the mic. She’s crazy

loud, but great.

FAT AMY:

BUT SINCE U BEEN GONE/I CAN BREATHE

FOR THE FIRST TIME...

-- A beautiful girl walks up to the mic. Chloe and Aubrey

perk up. She looks like a “Bella.”

STACIE:

Hi. My name is Stacie. My hobbies

are cuticle care and the E!

Network.

(then, singing)

I’M SO MOVING ON, YEAH, YEAH...

When Stacie sings, she closes her eyes and makes a strange,

“Jessica Simpson” weird singing face. It’s disturbing. For

everybody.

-- More pops of PEOPLE, including LILLY, a very shy girl who

is often inaudible when speaking.

LILLY:

Hello. My name is Lilly Onakuramara. I

was born with gills like a fish.

The groups react, “What did she say?”

LILLY (CONT’D)

THANKS TO YOU/NOW I GET WHAT I

WANT...

-- Benji auditions. He’s Sinatra-good and a crowd favorite.

BENJI:

... SINCE YOU BEEN GONE!

(through applause)

Ah, thank you. Performing live

gives me such a rush!

-- More AUDITIONERS. KOLIO, a cute hispanic guy, sings and

sounds exactly like Aaron Neville. It works on him.

-- We see QUICK POPS of audition highs and lows until we land

back on Fat Amy. As she walks off stage, we hear...

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FAT AMY:

I crushed it! [get alts]

END MONTAGE.

TOMMY:

Okay. That’s everybody.

Chloe hears the exit door OPEN and sees Beca peeking in.

CHLOE:

Wait! There’s one more.

Chloe excitedly WAVES her in. Beca walks up on stage.

BECA:

I didn’t have time to prepare the

song.

CHLOE:

It’s okay! Sing anything!

Beca sings a kick-ass version of “MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE,”

while playing the cups.

BECA:

YOU’RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE

YOU’RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE

OH I KNOW/YOU’RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN

I’M GONE...

Applause. REVEAL: Jesse, in the wings, loving it.

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34 INT. THE BELLAS REHEARSAL ROOM - UNVEILING - LATER 34

A series of red hoods are pulled off ten girls. Aubrey reads

off the name of each girl as her hood comes off.

AUBREY (O.C.)

The Sopranos:
Jessica, Mary Elise,

Lilly. The Mezzos: Cynthia Rose,

Denise, Kori. And our Altos: Fat

Amy, Stacie, Ashley, and... Beca.

As Beca’s hood is pulled off, she looks totally disoriented.

FROM BECA'S POV:
The ladies stand in a room lit by a

hazardous amount of candles.

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On a table rests a chalice of wine and ten red scarves.

Aubrey and Chloe stand before them in Bella attire. Aubrey

blows the pitch pipe.

AUBREY (CONT’D)

As your music director and

possessor of the pitch pipe, I’d

like to welcome you to the Bellas’

initiation night. We shall begin

by drinking the blood of the

sisters that came before you.

Chloe grabs the chalice and presents it to Beca.

BECA:

Hell no.

AUBREY:

It’s tradition.

CHLOE:

(whispers)

Don’t worry. It’s Boone’s Farm.

Beca takes the chalice, barely taking a sip.

35 INT. TREBLE HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 35

Brown hoods are removed from the heads of Jesse and Kolio.

JESSE’S POV:
The Trebles sit around in smoking jackets. A

hot tub sits in the middle of the room. Bumper approaches.

BUMPER:

Well, well. Look who’s in “Treble.”

DONALD:

Classic pun.

Jesse looks around.

JESSE:

Where’s Benji?

Donald crosses over and hands Jesse a smoking jacket.

BUMPER:

This is your Treble jacket. We

wear these when we perform. On

stage. And in bed.

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DONALD:

It means you’re one of us. A

brother forever.

JESSE:

I don’t know what to say. I’ll

never lose this.

DONALD:

You can. We have more. It’s not a

big deal.

BUMPER:

Uh, it’s kind of a big deal.

Pretty big deal. I don’t like it

when you undermine me.

(then)

Okay, time to prove your Treble

loyalty by getting stupid-drunk

while committing a minor felony.

(Timberlake falsetto)

LET’S ROCK IT TO THE BREAK OF DONG!

DONALD:

(to no one inparticular)

He’s like a male Josh Groban.

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