Senior Year Page #6

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JANET:

(not missing a beat)

No, do you want some?

She slides the basket of fries over and he digs in.

EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY

Half a dozen high school girls in tights and work out clothes

are warming up and stretching on the side line. Cheer

captain, Brittany leads them through the drills.

BRITTANY:

Let’s go ladies!

The girls line up in row. Brittany walks the line eyeing each

of them up and down.

BRITTANY (CONT’D)

Chelsea. Tuck the shirt in or lose

the gut.

CHELSEA (16), chubby, unties the knot in her shirt, covering

her midriff.

BRITTANY (CONT’D)

Sound off! Brittany!

Brittany steps forward, does a high kick and twirl. Each girl

does her own variation on the move down the line.

LISA:

Lisa!

SAMANTHA:

Samantha!

CHELSEA:

Chelsea!

JESSICA:

Jessica!

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MISSY:

Missy!

CHRISSY:

Chrissy!

RUBY SUE:

Ruby Sue!

The other girls look shocked. They turn and stare as Ruby

Sue, mid routine, is calling out her dance moves.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Roger Rabbit!

The other cheerleaders watch with open mouths, but Ruby Sue

hasn’t lost a step.

As she notices nobody is following her lead...

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

You guys just gonna watch, what’s

going on? Running man!

She transitions into the running man. Then...

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Sporty Spice!

A high kick misses Brittany’s nose by less than an inch.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

And that’s how it’s done.

She has to put her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Little winded. Gimme a sec before

you ask questions.

A slow clap, steeped in sarcasm, breaks through the line.

TIFFANY (still hot at 37) steps forward. Her jacket tells the

story:
she’s the cheerleader coach.

TIFFANY:

Well, well, well. I needed to see

it to believe it.

Ruby recognizes her right away.

RUBY SUE:

(with vitriol)

Tiffany.

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TIFFANY:

Tryouts are over. Now take your

cottage cheese ass off my practice

field.

RUBY SUE:

F*** you. I’m working on it and

last time I checked I’m still team

captain.

BRITTANY:

You wanna have a cheer off? We can

have a cheer off right now!

Tiffany pushes her back.

TIFFANY:

I said... Tryouts are over!

Ruby Sue gets in her face.

RUBY SUE:

Nothing is over!

BRITTANY:

Mom! I got this! Let me take this

b*tch down.

TIFFANY:

Hey! You take b*tches down when I

say you take them down.

RUBY SUE:

Mom? Ohhh, so that’s how those JV

moves got on my team.

Tiffany takes a step toward Ruby. Their eyes narrow.

TIFFANY:

I think it’s time you get to

steppin’.

Tiffany takes her jacket off.

RUBY SUE:

Get to steppin’ up your ass!

Ruby drops her pompoms. They’re nose to nose.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

You wanna squash this beef?

CHEERLEADER (O.S.)

Kick her ass, Coach B!

36.

TIFFANY:

I don’t need to kick her ass. I

already did.

(to Ruby Sue)

I did everything she ever wanted.

RUBY SUE:

But I would have done it better.

TIFFANY:

Guess we’ll never know. Will we?

Ruby Sue takes a step back.

RUBY SUE:

I guess you’re right. Nothing I can

really do about it.

She starts to walk away. Then...

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Unless I invoke rule 17b...

Tiffany’s eyes go wide. The cheerleaders gasp.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Once a bear, always a bear. Any

cheerleader in good standing cannot

be removed against her will.

TIFFANY:

We only made that rule because youwere kicking girls off the team!

RUBY SUE:

I guess it’s like a black fly in

your chardonnay. B*tch!

TIFFANY:

OK. You wanna be a part of this

team? I got one spot left...

She snaps her fingers. One of the girls carries over the

mascot BEAR COSTUME.

TIFFANY (CONT’D)

(whispering)

Wear the bear.

RUBY SUE:

You wouldn’t!

TIFFANY:

I would and I am. Wear. The. Bear!

37.

All the girls start chanting.

CHEERLEADERS:

Wear the bear! Wear the bear!

RUBY SUE:

Stop it! Stop chanting!

CHEERLEADERS:

Wear the bear! Wear the bear!

Two big girls grab her from behind, tying her arms back.

RUBY SUE:

No! This is bullying!

Brittany places the bear helmet on Ruby Sue’s head.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

(screaming)

I’ll murder your babies!

Ruby Sue breaks free, arms flailing. She frantically zig-zags

across the field with the helmet on until WHAM! She runs face

first into a goal post and falls over.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - LATER

Ruby Sue stands in the spot where she parked her car. A piece

of paper has been taped to the fence. Her car has been towed.

RUBY SUE:

If I gotta eat one more sh*t

sandwich today...

She looks over and sees some kids getting on a school bus.

RUBY SUE (CONT’D)

Ugh. Fine!

She straps her on bookbag and walks toward it.

PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER

Ruby Sue bangs on the door of the school bus. The BUS DRIVER

notices her, opens it.

RUBY SUE:

Does this go to Valley Circle?

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BUS DRIVER:

Hey lady. The yellow ones are for

students. Why don’t you get an Uber

or something?

RUBY SUE:

F*** you, you’re the goober!

The door shuts in her face.

INT. RUBY SUE’S HOUSE - EVENING

Peter is at the kitchen table working on a laptop. Ruby walks

in, goes straight for the freezer, grabs a tub of ice cream.

RUBY SUE:

(re:
the carton)

What the hell is gluten free? F***

it. I’m eating it.

(tasting it)

Oh, that’s pretty good.

She goes to town on the ice cream.

PETER:

Sister Ruby! Do not spoil your

appetite. There are frozen pizza

bagels in the toaster oven.

RUBY SUE:

What are you doing?

PETER:

Updating my social status online.

RUBY SUE:

OK, well, you need to stop surfing

the web because you’re tying up the

phone line and people are probably

trying to call me.

PETER:

I assure you, no one has called.

She walks behind him, looking over his shoulder.

RUBY SUE:

That doesn’t look like AOL...

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MOMENTS LATER:

Ruby and Peter eat pizza bagels in front of the laptop. She

looks amazed as he guides her through the new technology.

PETER:

It is called wireless.

(animated)

And it runs at the speed of your

imagination. Whatever your inner

most dreams may be, the internet

can find it.

RUBY SUE:

For reals?

PETER:

For example, your father dreams of

big breasted Japanese women, while

your mother dreams of a more

fulfilling marriage.

RUBY SUE:

Ew. I don’t wanna know about that.

PETER:

May I have the honor of creating

you a facebook page?

RUBY SUE:

No! Wait, what is that? Is it cool?

Peter turns the laptop toward him and gets busy.

PETER:

It is a cost effective advertising

scheme that disguises itself by

making users feel important.

RUBY SUE:

Why would anybody want that?

PETER:

Because it is the best way to keep

track of your ex-girlfriend.

(beat)

Say cheese!

She smiles on cue and Peter captures a photo of the two them.

RUBY SUE:

Oh hey, that’s a really good

picture. It’s like instant!

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BaDing! The computer alerts them of...

PETER:

You have a friend request!

RUBY SUE:

Really? Already. That’s gotta be

like a record or something, right?

Who is it?

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