Senior Year Page #14

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REGISTER - MOMENTS LATER

A CLERK smiles as he checks out bottle after bottle of booze.

CLERK:

You guys must be having one heck of

a party, huh?

JANET:

(blurting it out)

I’m adopted!

The clerk looks confused as Ruby Sue shoves Janet out the

door. She grabs the bag full of booze and is just about

outside when...

CLERK:

Excuse me.

Ruby Sue makes a face, knowing she’s busted.

CLERK (CONT’D)

I didn’t want to say anything when

your daughter was here, but...

He leans over the counter, whispering...

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CLERK (CONT’D)

If I catch you showing your tits in

the parking lot again, I’m gonna

have to call the cops.

He gives her a look that says “understand me?”

INT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - EVENING

Ruby Sue’s parents are dressed for a weekend ski trip.

MOM CONWAY:

There’s pizza bagels in the

freezer.

RUBY SUE:

I know! We went over this.

Ruby Sue and Peter stand next to each other in the kitchen.

DAD CONWAY:

Honey, they’ll be fine.

PETER:

I have printed some coupons for

your ski lift and lodging.

He hands them the coupons with a smile.

MOM CONWAY:

You guys are the best!

She hugs them both.

MOM CONWAY (CONT’D)

This is exactly what your father

and I needed, Ruby. Thank you.

RUBY SUE:

You guys deserve it! Now get outta

here, already!

Her dad gives her a hug and picks up their bags. As soon as

her parents leave...

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

I wasn’t sure about you, but you

kept your mouth shut. I guess you

are a Ruby Sue kid. Respect.

Peter gives her a fist bump.

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INT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Music blasts. Full blown party: The living room is packed

with teenagers.

Lance and his band supply the tunes, jamming out on a little

stage in the corner.

People make out, do keg stands, rip bong hits...

A really HAMMERED DUDE wobbles through the crowd. He face

plants through a coffee table, landing at Ruby Sue’s feet.

RUBY SUE:

Guys! Cut the music! What the f***?

The band stops playing. All eyes on Ruby Sue.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Somebody get me a sharpie so I can

draw on this loser’s face!

The crowd erupts! The band jams on.

INTERCUT. INT. SETH’S BASEMENT APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

Smooth jazz plays as Seth stands in front of a mirror,

getting ready for a romantic evening. He holds two collared

shirts up to his chest, deciding which one to wear.

INT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - KITCHEN

The party rages on. Flip cup in the kitchen. Ruby’s team of

field hockey players against some football studs. The crowd

cheers them on.

CROWD:

Go! Go! Go!

Ruby gets the lead, but the football players catch up when

one of the girls can’t flip her cup in time.

RUBY SUE:

Flip it! Flip it!

It comes down to Janet and a really big offensive lineman.

SLOWMO:
Janet flips her cup, rotating end over end, until...

REAL TIME:

The crowd erupts.

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CROWD:

Janet! Janet! Janet!

The big lineman offers her a congratulatory fist bump.

OFFENSIVE LINEMAN

That was awesome.

INTERCUT. SETH’S BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

Boink! Seth plucks out a nose hair. Winces from the pain.

INT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Through the lens of cell phone camera: Ruby Sue, double

fisted, pours booze down two kid’s throats.

RUBY SUE:

We’re outta cups! Weeze the juice!

Brittany, pokes her face in frame from behind the camera.

BRITTANY:

We’re so wasted!

Everybody is having fun. A lot of it.

EXT. BACK PATIO - MOMENTS LATER

Tim is talking to Missy. Beer in hand, extra foamy.

Clearly drunk, he puts his hand on her shoulder.

TIM:

I’ve masturbated to you before.

She looks at his hand, resting there on her shoulder.

TIM (CONT’D)

Not with that hand.

He smiles awkwardly.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

A sweet ass Maserati screeches to a halt at a stop sign.

90.

INT. MASERATI - CONTINUOUS

Odie, in sunglasses and driving gloves, sits behind the

wheel. Seth looks nervous in the passenger seat.

ODIE:

Bennigans gonna be bumping tonight!

SETH:

Yeah, so hey, I’m gonna need one

more tiny favor from you.

ODIE:

(feeling good)

What’s that?

SETH:

Think you can make yourself scarce

once we get to her place?

ODIE:

F*** you! This is my boss’s car!

It’s my ass on the line here.

SETH:

If you’re worried about the car,

you can hang out in the trunk.

(off Odie’s look)

See, the way a date works...

ODIE:

Hey, the way being a man works is

you go get a driver’s license and

pick up your own damn dates.

Seth takes a deep breath, coming to terms with his reality.

SETH:

Then can you at least tell her

you’re my driver?

ODIE:

F*** that! Tell her what I told you

to tell her:
Odie is a mean party

animal and he is down with it.

Odie pulls a dime bag from his shirt pocket, flicks it.

SETH:

Jesus Christ! What is that?

ODIE:

Crushed Ritalin, son!

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EXT. RUBY SUE’S STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Cars fill up the driveway and lawn. The party rages inside

the house. Peter is sitting on the curb reading a text book

with a headlamp when the Maserati pulls up.

PETER:

Mr. Novacelik! What brings you to

the house of Conway?

SETH:

Hey, Peter! I’m picking Ruby Sue

up. What’s going on in there?

PETER:

You mean the festivities? Ruby Sue

has chosen tonight to throw this

year’s dopest party.

SETH:

Really? Tonight?

PETER:

Oh yes. I myself have elected not

to go, for someone of my complexion

must work twice as hard to achieve

their dreams. Therefore, I am using

this opportunity to study.

(off Seth’s look)

But if you follow the trail of

drunk white teenagers you are

assured to find her.

SETH:

Peter, I wish I could I say you

were wrong.

Seth points down the street.

SETH (CONT’D)

(to Odie)

There’s a spot.

INTERCUT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Janet watches Lance riff on guitar. He looks her way, winks.

NEARBY:

Ruby Sue tops off Brittany’s beverage.

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RUBY SUE:

You know, Brittany. You wouldn’t

even be that bad of a prom queen.

At the end of the day it’s still

gonna be my crown, but you deserve

a piece of it. Like, figuratively,

do you know what that means?

Lance’s band wraps up the song.

LANCE:

Alright! We’re gonna take five.

Lance walks off stage, makes a beeline for Janet.

LANCE (CONT’D)

Need a drink?

She slams her beverage in one gulp.

JANET:

Yes.

Then...

ON STAGE:

A hand pulls the amp cord out of Lance’s guitar. He plugs it

into a different jack and a heavy metal scale riff swells out

of... Lionel’s Twin-necked, V-shaped double guitar.

He’s on stage, power stance, wearing pants tight enough to

compromise his decision making.

LIONEL:

(into the mic)

This shred medley goes out to

Janet.

Every head in the crowd turns. He lets it rip. Fingers moving

a thousand miles an hour, shredding like a young Michael

Angelo Batio. (Seriously, Google him.)

The crowd is silent, in shock.

NEARBY THE STAGE

Tim, busy making out with Missy, uses his free hand to turn

on the fog machine they brought.

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ON LIONEL:

In the zone. Shredding balls. Melting faces. The crowd to

starts to feel it. Heads nod. Sparks fly out of the speakers.

LANCE:

He’s gonna blow the amp!

JANET:

(feeling it)

Hell yeah he is.

Lance runs on stage. He tries to unplug Lionel, but the amp

bursts into flames just before he can.

LANCE:

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