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Episode 17 - Betrayal


Version 1.00
Last revised: March 14, 1995
Transcribed by: Luke MZJ Arthur <anon2ea4@nyx10.cs.du.edu>

Angela = Angela Chase
Rayanne = Rayanne Graff
Sharon = Sharon Cherski
Patty = Patty Chase
Rickie = Rickie Vasquez
Graham = Graham Chase
Brian = Brian Krakow
Jordan = Jordan Catalano
Hallie = Hallie Lowenthal
Delia = Delia Fisher
Katimski = Mr. Katimski
Abyssinia = Abyssinia Churchill
Corey = Corey Hellfrick
Camille = Camille Cherski
Bernice = Bernice Krakow
Bob = Bob Krakow
Phy Ed = Physical Education teacher
Girl #1 = Girl #1 in gym class
Girl #2 = Girl #2 in gym class

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[Angela's bedroom. Angela awakens]
Angela : [voiceover] I loved Jordan Catalano so much, and talked
about him so much, and thought about him so much, it was
like he lived inside me. Like he had taken possession of
my soul, or something. And then one day...I got over him!
[Angela dances and sings to "Blister In The Sun"]

[Chase kitchen]
Angela : [voiceover] It was like Jordan Catalano had been
surgically removed from my heart. And I was free!

[Liberty High auditorium]
Abyssinia : My, isn't the moonlight terrible? And choir practice
going on. I think if you hold your breath, you can hear
the train all the way to Kentucky...
Angela : Wow, Abyssinia Churchill's auditioning?
Rickie : Yeah, she's good.
Rayanne : Look at her, she's really good. Screw this!
Angela : Rayanne, don't let her being good psyche you out.
Rayanne : I can't believe I let you guys talk me into auditioning
for this stupid play! Our Town. What's that? It's a town,
it's ours, end of story!
Angela : Rayanne, you can do this. Just do what you did last night.
You should have seen her.
Rickie : Rayanne, stage fright is, like, normal.
Rayanne : Thanks for the news flash, Mr. Drama. Just cause your
crashing at the teacher's....
Angela : Rickie, seriously, you should have seen her at my house
last night. She, like, _became_ Emily.
Rayanne : I became you. Emily's supposed to be sweet and innocent.
Angela : So?
Rayanne : So, I just imitated you.
Angela : You really think I'm sweet and innocent?
Rayanne : You really think I was good?
Rickie : Hey, Holly Gallanoy's up there. That's "GA." You're next!
Angela : If you knew the dream I had about Corey Hellfrick last
night, you wouldn't think I was so sweet and innocent.
Rayanne : You had an erotic dream about Corey Hellfrick?
Rickie : Join the club.
Angela : Anyway, it proved one thing. I am _so_ over Jordan Catalano!
Rayanne : Yeah, yeah, yeah...we've all heard that before.
Angela : This time, I mean it. I mean, first of all, he was only
my boyfriend for, like, a split second. Second of all...I
don't think we were ever really meant for each other. I
mean, as friends, maybe, but that's it. It's just such a
relief to finally have my life back!
Katimski : Uh, Rayanne Graff?
Angela : Rayanne, think of it this way! Acting is like lying, and
who's a better liar than you?
Rayanne : You know, when something matters to you, you do this,
like, hair-flick thing? And then your eyes get all wide!
And you stand sort of....[poses]
Angela : Quit studying me, and get out there!
Katimski : Rayanne Graff?
[Rayanne walks slowly to center stage, drops her bag, and pauses]
Rayanne : I just can't sleep yet, Poppa. The moonlight's so wonderful!
And the smell of Miss Gibbs heliotropes...can you smell it?

[yearbook office, Brian with camcorder, watching Sharon & Delia]
Sharon : Okay, I like the layout! But, Principal Foster's name has
to be bigger than the Vice Principal's, or he'll have a
total cow.
Delia : Okay.
Brian : Um...
Sharon : Ah, what's this?
Brian : ...about the...
Delia : Oh! Those are the after-school club photos.
Sharon : Oh! Good. Okay, but...
[insert Brian's camcorder-POV, as he looks at Sharon's backside]
Sharon : ...we don't have room for all the after-school clubs, so
leave out the ones with less than five people in them.
Delia : None of them have more than five people in them.
Brian : Um, Chess Club has six....sometimes.
Delia : So, I'll fix Foster's name.
Sharon : Okay, great. You're the best! Where's that petty cash receipt?
Delia : Oh, I'll get it.
Brian : Um...
Sharon : Thank you!
Brian : ...look, about...um, so, the budget, for the video...?
Sharon : Look, Krakow, Foster didn't even _want_ a year-end video.
I had to, basically, beg. So, keep it simple! Just a few
candid shots of people hanging out where people...
[insert Brian's camcorder-POV, looking at Sharon's chest]
Sharon : ...hang out.
Brian : Oh, okay. So, um, where do people hang out?

[hallway, Rayanne and Angela walking to their lockers]
Rayanne : So, I bet your pal, Abyssinia, got it. You must be so
proud!
Angela : Oh shut up! I barely know Abyssinia. I'm proud of _you!_
You were great!
Rayanne : I just...didn't cry right. I should have cried more like
you. You know? Your little...first...<sigh>...and then,
and then your, like, mouth collapses... [demonstrates]
[enter Rickie]
Rickie : Why are you crying like Angela?
Angela : Shut up! I do not cry like that!
Rayanne : You do so! <Gasp!> Ohmigod! It's Corey Hellfrick!
Rickie : Where?
Angela : Oh, yeah? Right! And he's wearing a towel, right? See, I
had this dream last night...
Rickie : Angela...!
Angela : ...He was wearing a towel, but this really weird towel,
made of, like, saltines! And it kept crumbling...<gasp!>
Corey : Hi.
Rickie : Hi.
Rayanne : Hi.
Angela : Hi.
Corey : [to Rayanne] Nice cry! ...Your audition....
Angela : Oh, you're in drama club?
Rickie : Yeah, he paints scenery! ...I mean, probably....
Angela : That's right! You paint! That's really...that's...that's
really...that's interesting!
Rayanne : So, Corey, forget painting. When you eat soup, what kind
of cracker would you, like, have with it?
Angela : No...!
Rayanne : [exiting] Oho! I am so amusing!
[Jordan enters the hallway, sees Angela & stops in his tracks. Angela
approaches Corey, who is now at his locker]
Angela : Um, so what's the scenery going to be like? For Our Town?
Corey : You really wanna know?
Angela : Oh, yeah! Of course! So is it going to be, like,
realistic? Or...?
Corey : Well, it's supposed to be almost artificial, in a way.
See, when the play was first produced...
Angela : [voiceover] I like him. I do! And I wanna pay this much
attention to every word he says. It's not just because
Jordan Catalano's watching.
Corey : ...I mean, that's what he wanted. Thornton Wilder.
Angela : Well, maybe I could, um...you know...help, or something?
Corey : I didn't know you were interested in art.
[Jordan starts to walk toward them]
Angela : Oh, yeah! Definitely! I, I'm definitely interested. I'd
love to! Definitely.
[Jordan walks past, glances back]
Corey : Love to what?
Angela : You know...help...or something.

[Chase kitchen. Graham cutting food, Patty with hands in a bowl of
something gooey. Phone rings]
Graham : Oh, listen, if that's Hallie, I'm not here. She's just
going to ask me what I thought of the prospectus, and I
haven't even cracked it yet.
Patty : So? You can't tell her that? [indicates her sticky
fingers]
Graham : Hello? Hey there! Yeah.... Off the hook! [puts phone on
Patty's shoulder]
Patty : Maybe for now.... Hello? Oh, hi Camille! Yeah, I guess he
is. She says you sound happy. Uh huh. Sure! No, are you
kidding? I've got tons of stuff. I'll get started
tonight. Okay. Well just let me know. Bye, babe! Clothing
drive, at her church. [Graham hangs up phone]
Graham : Oh, good. I have, uh, two or three things I can donate.
Patty : What? "Two or three?"
Graham : Well...two.
Patty : Graham, you have tons of clothes that you never wear!
Graham : Well, that doesn't mean that I never will.
Patty : Oh, I forgot! The one who has the oldest clothes when
they die, wins!
[phone rings. Graham holds up a green pepper in a begging motion]
Patty : Only if I get free reign over your closet.
Graham : <uhnn>
[Patty tosses Graham the gooey lump she's been holding. Graham begins
stuffing the goo into the pepper]
Patty : Hello? Oh, hi Hallie! Oh I know, it's all happening so
fast, it's wonderful! Yes, he is here...!
[Graham panics]
Patty : ...but he's in the shower! Uh huh...okay...

[Louie's. Brian is videotaping people. Gets in face of large,
intimidating guy at the pool table...avoids trouble with a sheepish
smile]
Rayanne : ...'cause my acting just sucked, okay? Krakow, don't put
that in my face!
Rickie : [to camcorder] See, she's upset. She, um, auditioned for
Our Town, and...
Rayanne : You don't have to tell the whole world! It's just a
stupid play! [turns to camcorder] Dead people come back
and visit. Yeah right! Like that's really gonna happen!
Rickie : 'scuse us.
[camcorder pans to...the intimidating guy. Follows a passerby to
Jordan, who is taking a swig of beer. Jordan hides beer and talks
to girl]
Rickie : Look I'm not gonna hang out here just to watch you get
plastered!
Rayanne : Aw, come on! I've been so good, and you know it! [takes
out a flask]
Rickie : That's not the point! The point is...
[Rayanne takes a swig]
Rickie : ...just...forget it.
[Rayanne and Jordan see each other drinking]
Jordan : Hey. Can I have some of that?
Rayanne : Why not? You got another one of those?
Jordan : Yeah.
[Brian is still filming as Jordan and Rayanne head out the door]

[parking lot at Louie's. Jordan and Rayanne are leaning against
Jordan's car. Jordan guzzles much of the contents of Rayanne's flask]
Jordan : [offering the flask to Rayanne] Here, before I finish it.
Rayanne : Oh, no, it's cool. Have as much as you want. I'm drunk.
Jordan : Yeah, me too. But not enough. So, Graff...so who are you
here with?
Rayanne : If you mean, "where's Angela," she didn't come. Just like
usual.
Jordan : So let me ask you somethin'...
Rayanne : It wasn't even my idea! I auditioned for this stupid
play. It was Angela's. Yeah, right, like I could be
Emily.
Jordan : Emily who?
Rayanne : It's this part, in this stupid Our Town play. It was just
wishful thinking. No, I could never be her. Angela could
be her.
Jordan : Oh yeah?
Rayanne : She's exactly like Angela. I mean, you know, she's so
innocent that, like, she, like, doesn't know she's
innocent.
Jordan : Yeah.
Rayanne : And she always says this stuff like, "My, isn't the
moonlight terrible?"
Jordan : Yeah, she's always sayin' innocent stuff like that.
Rayanne : No, I meant, I meant...never mind.
Jordan : So, does she like that guy I keep seein' her talkin' to,
Corey, or what?
Rayanne : I dunno, it's hard to say, y'know?
Jordan : Sometimes it's like I really think I know her. And then
it'll be like, like we're total strangers.
Rayanne : I know. Hey, Catalano! [nudges Jordan] It's cool.
[they look at each other]
Jordan : Hi.
Rayanne : Hey.
[after a moment, Jordan strokes her cheek. Rayanne smiles, moves
closer. They kiss, deeply. As they kiss, Jordan works the car door
ajar. He pulls out of the kiss. Rayanne turns away, pulls the beer to
her lips. Not looking at Rayanne, Jordan opens the car door and
waits. Rayanne looks at this, has another sip, and wipes her lips.
She moves hesitantly to the car door. Jordan looks, and waits as she
climbs into the back seat. Insert camcorder POV of Jordan and
Rayanne. Jordan gets in and closes the door. Camcorder POV of car
with movement inside. Brian lowers the camcorder.]

[Liberty High hallway. Brian walks slowly past Angela, exits around
the corner. Rayanne is coming down the hall]
Angela : Oh, Rayanne!
[Rayanne exits around the corner]
Angela : [voiceover] When you call someone's name, like, kind of
loud, and they don't hear you, it makes you feel really
lonely. [bumps into Corey]
Corey : Oh, sorry!
Angela : Oh, hi! Sorry!
Corey : Hi.
Angela : Hi.
Corey : Oh, I should tell you....
Angela : Um
[Rickie enters]
Rickie : Hi.
Corey : Hi.
Rickie : Hi.
Angela : Hi. Um, so you should tell me...?
Corey : We're painting the oak tree today after school. We could
use a few more people, if....
Rickie : Oh, that sounds great! I mean, doesn't it?
Angela : Yeah, let's do it! So, um, we'll see you then!
Rickie : 'Kay, see ya!
[Corey exits]
Rickie : So that sounds like fun! You know, painting!
Angela : Definitely.
Rickie : Good!

[another hallway, Jordan closes his locker. The turns and sees Corey.
He spins around to avoid looking at Corey. He sees Rayanne at the
end of the hall. Rayanne is eyeing the call sheet for "Our Town." It
says that casting will be announced on Wednesday. Jordan approaches
Rayanne. Rayanne sees Jordan, and nervously looks away. They stand
four feet apart and don't face each other]
Jordan : So when do they tell ya?
Rayanne : Huh?
Jordan : If you got the part or not?
Rayanne : Oh. I don't know. Soon. I don't care. Ah, my head is,
like, pounding. I was really out of it last night.
Jordan : Yeah. Me too.
Rayanne : I guess we both were.
[the school bell rings]
Rayanne : Okay, so...
Jordan : Yeah, so...
Rayanne : ...see ya...
[they walk past each other]
Jordan : ...see ya...
Rayanne : ...bye...
[they both stop, realizing they're going the wrong way. They turn
around and pass each other again, exiting]

[Chase home. Patty and Camille folding and sorting clothes. There's a
knock at the door. Patty opens the door]
Patty : Hallie?
Hallie : Oh, hi!
Patty : I thought you and Graham were meeting...
Hallie : We are. I, I can't be early. I'm, I'm never early.
Patty : But, Graham said he was meeting you at your office.
Hallie : I thought we said we'd meet here.
Patty : Well, come on in anyway! Camille Cherski, this is Hallie
Lowenthal.
Camille : Oh, neat! The restauranteur. Or is it restaurantress?
Hallie : Ah, it's...Hallie!
Camille : Hi.
Hallie : How are ya? Damn! I do this all the time. If I don't
write it down...
Camille : Oh, tell me about it. I'm the worst.
Hallie : ...I forget. I just would forget my stupid name!
Patty : I'm just the same way. I leave notes for myself
everywhere.
Hallie : On the bathroom mirror.
Camille : On the front door.
Hallie : In the car, for when I've missed the one on the mirror.
[phone rings. Patty goes to answer it]
Patty : Hello?
Camille : Clothes drive at the church.
Patty : Graham, yeah, she's here. He said he knew that you would
be here. Hold on a second.
Hallie : [taking phone] I'm sorry! No, no we are not even.
Because, at least I showed up on the right day! Forget
it. Forget it. Forget it! Okay, I'll be there in ten. He
wants to know, do you need him?
Camille : Hoo! Not gonna touch that one!
Patty : Oh! Tell him I need paper towels.
Hallie : She says, "Bring home paper towels." Okay. [hangs up
phone] Ah, well, it was nice meeting... [sees the
clothes] Ohh! Oh, god! So small!
Patty : Oh, it was Angela's first dress. No! This was Danielle's.
Hallie : Baby clothes. Break my heart! ...I gotta go.
Patty : Well, let's get together again. You know, you and, um,
oh...
Hallie : Brad.
Patty : Brad!
Hallie : Right.
Patty : Yeah.
Hallie : Bye. Bye.
Camille : Bye.
Hallie : Bye.
Patty : Bye. Bye.
[Hallie exits. Patty closes door]
Patty : She's sweet, isn't she?
[Camille nods reluctantly]
Patty : Isn't she?
Camille : Yeah.

[Liberty High yearbook office. School bell rings. Sharon sees Brian
passing by the office]
Sharon : Krakow! Krakow! So, how'd it go last night? Krakow? Did
you get anything?
Brian : Why, what did you hear?
Sharon : What? Nothing. Just, did you go to Louie's, like I
suggested?
Brian : Um, yeah, I did. [pauses. To Delia...] Hi.
Delia : Hi.
Sharon : Krakow, did you get any good candids?
Brian : Um, yeah, I did.
Sharon : Great. Let me have the tape.
Brian : What?
Sharon : The tape. Give it to me.
Brian : Ah, I can't. I mean...
Delia : Is there, like, a problem?
Brian : Exactly. There, there's a problem.
Sharon : Look! My butt is on the line with this video thing! Now
what is the problem?
Brian : [to Delia] Could you just excuse us for a second?
[Delia leaves]
Brian : Thanks.

[girls' bathroom. Delia and Sharon inching toward the toilet stalls]
Sharon : I can not believe it, what he told me. I mean, can you
believe it?
Delia : Well, that same thing happened to me at my school...
Sharon : I mean, what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to tell
her?
Delia : Well, yeah you're supposed...
Sharon : I can't tell her! It's not, like, my place to tell her.
Right?
Delia : Well, aren't you really really close...?
Sharon : But if I don't tell her, is that like being a friend? Is
it being more of a friend to tell her, or to not tell
her?
Delia : Well, I would...
Sharon : See, I can see not telling her, because if I tell her,
it's almost like I'm saying, "See, I told you so about
Rayanne Graff!" And that's not what I would tell her,
_if_ I told her. Is it?
Delia : No, you'd be telling her because you're...
Sharon : See, I would wanna know. I mean, wouldn't you wanna know?
Delia : Well, yeah, I would definitely wanna know.
Sharon : Oh my god. Why did Brian Krakow have to witness this? And
if Rayanne had to do this totally, low life, disgusting
thing, couldn't she at least have done it in, like,
private?
[Sharon opens the door to to a stall, and turns to see Angela right
there]

[hallway. Rickie walking to his locker]
Brian : Hey, Rickie!
Rickie : Oh, hi!
Brian : Is, um...is Rayanne, I mean, does she, like...Is Angela,
like...I mean, the thing is...
Rickie : Hey, hey, Brian. Could you, like, pick a sentence and go
with it?
Brian : I have to talk to you.
Rickie : Uh huh.
Brian : I mean...I mean I have to talk to someone, and your,
like, the only one left.

[Drama shop, after school. Angela enters, walks over to Rickie]
Angela : Rickie, you would not believe...
Corey : Hey!
Angela : Hi!
Corey : Here's a brush.
Angela : Oh, thanks.
Corey : Don't forget to wipe it off each time.
Angela : I won't.
[Corey walks away]
Angela : You would not believe the number Sharon Cherski just
pulled on me.
Rickie : Uh, like what?
Angela : [slightly chuckling] Oh, like how Rayanne supposedly _did
it_ with Jordan. And how Brian Krakow supposedly has
proof of it, like, on video. [seriously] I mean, I
honestly believed she was past all of this. I thought she
was over her jealousy of Rayanne. But I guess she isn't.
Or else, why would she say something like that to me?
Rickie : [pauses.] Because it's true.

[Brian's bedroom. Brian laying in bed, with headphones on]
Brian : [singing]...in my face...
Bob : [off screen] Brian! Angela Chase is here to see you!
Brian : [singing]...in my face...wild young being...
Angela : [entering, sees Brian is half-dressed] Oh, sorry!
Brian : What are you doing here? [gets up fast and grabs a shirt]
You know, people should tell people when they have visitors!
[Brian's shirt is on backwards]
Bernice : Brian, you didn't finish your oatmeal!
Angela : [begins snooping through things in Brian's room] I need
that tape.
Brian : Huh? [working his shirt around him]
Angela : The tape, Brian. Just give it to me. I want to see it.
I have a right to see it.
Brian : What are you talking about?
Angela : Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about,
Brian! This is partly your fault!
Brian : My what? This is my fault? This is _my_ fault?!!
Angela : Just give it to me!
Brian : Forget it! Look, I have other things on it, okay?
Angela : I don't care. [finds the tape in Brian's backpack]
Brian : Hey! You shouldn't see it. I mean, I don't think you
would really wanna see it. It'll just make you feel worse.
[Angela pauses. Tosses the tape on his bed and walks out]

[Gym class. Girls are lined up in two lines. Line one is for vaulting
the pummel horse, line two is for spotting the vaulters]
Phy Ed : Okay, good! Try to watch your form. Okay? Nice! Better!
Good job! Graff, get in line....
Rayanne : I'm late. [sees Angela in line one. Gets in line two]
Phy Ed : ...Okay, next up, Thorpe and Corbin! Thorpe, you're
vaulting; Corbin, you spot her, okay? Sullivan and
Lunden, you're up!
Girl #1 : You didn't miss anything.
Phy Ed : Jacobs and Gorky...come on! Cook and Thompson, listen up!
Watch your form! Good. Make sure you know who your
partner is...
Angela : Could I get in front of you?
Girl #2 : Yeah, sure.
Phy Ed : ...before you start your vault! Good, a little more power
next time, Gulmillian. Alright. That looks good, Yurillo!
Chase and Graff, you're next!
[Angela rolls her eyes. The school bell rings]
Phy Ed : Okay, let's hit the showers!

[girls' bathroom. Rayanne is sitting on her favorite window ledge]
Rayanne : Cherski!
Delia : Sharon, are you coming?
Rayanne : She'll be there in a minute.
[Delia exits]
Rayanne : So, congratulations, your dream came true.
Sharon : What dream?
Rayanne : Now you've got an iron-clad, perfect excuse never to talk
to me again. You should be celebrating.
Sharon : You think I'm happy about this? Somebody I care about has
been hurt!
Rayanne : And you just couldn't wait to go to them with the news.
Sharon : Don't turn this around on me! I said what I said to
protect her.
Rayanne : "Protect her." What a crock!
Sharon : That's right! So she would know. Because it's what you
do, when someone's your friend. You brought this on yourself.
Rayanne : And you're just so happy I did.
Sharon : No, I'm not. Not at all.
[Sharon shakes her head and walks away]

[some restaurant. Graham is waiting at the bar]
Hallie : I know, I know. I'm late. Getting across town was insane.
And forget parking. I'm in a really...weird space.
Graham : You brought Chinese?
Hallie : Yeah. Think I'd eat the food here? It's, like, either
blood sausage or scrapple.
Graham : Shouldn't you move it?
Hallie : Hm?
Graham : I mean the car.
Hallie : Yeah, yeah, in a minute. Come on. [leading Graham to a
booth] So, hmmm? What did you think of the prospectus?
You still haven't read it, have you?
Graham : What?
Hallie : You're afraid to read the prospectus, aren't you?
Graham : I'm _what?_
Hallie : It's okay! It's understandable, actually. This is a huge
risk for you.
Graham : It's not that big of a risk.
Hallie : Yes it is. You're risking everything. Eat. Look,...ooh!
[snifs her food]...we're about to become partners. We
have to tell each other the truth, or this is never gonna
work. So, I think we should dig into that prospectus
thing this minute, and we don't quit until every inch of
that sucker is comprehended by both of us.
[Graham gives Hallie a dirty look and shakes his head]
Hallie : What?
Graham : Nothing...it's just.... You know, you can be a real pain
in the ass?
Hallie : I know. Honey, I'm a Jewish girl from Texas. I'm your
worst nightmare. [tries unsuccessfully to feed Graham a
chunk of meat] You know, you could drive a sane person
crazy!?!
Graham : Me? Why? What did _I_ do? I mean...
Hallie : Nothing! [pauses.] Except, every time we have a damn
conversation, it's like the first one! I can't make any
damn headway!
Graham : Well, show me the damn prospectus.
Hallie : [drops the prospectus in front of Graham] I have to move
my car. [exits]

[Chase home. Doorbell rings twice. Patty opens the door]
Patty : Rayanne! Oh, Angela's not here. She's, um...she's
painting scenery after school every night this week with
the drama club.
Rayanne : Really?
Patty : Of course. Wanna come in?
Rayanne : [points] There?
Patty : Yah.
Rayanne : [pauses.] No, thanks. I guess I should...
Patty : Are you sure? [gestures for Rayanne to come in]
Rayanne : [entering] Don't tell her I was here. I mean, I guess I
know you will, 'cause you guys are tight.
Patty : Tight!
Rayanne : Well, not like she tells you everything, but you know....
Patty : No...
Rayanne : But, like, if something really horrible happened...
Patty : Did something really horrible happen?
Rayanne : Yes! But I really didn't think it was. I mean, she said
she was totally over him.
Patty : You mean Jordan?
Rayanne : Otherwise, I would have never done it. I mean...'cause
it's not something that either of us really.... It was
just, like, this thing. That, like, happened. He was
just, like, there.
Patty : You and Jordan...
Rayanne : You hate my guts. I mean, well, I guess I would too. If I
were you.
Patty : No. No, no. I don't hate you. I mean, I guess I can
certainly understand how Angela feels.
Rayanne : Yeah. I've never really hurt somebody this bad before.
It's hard to believe. I mean, but I guess you can't
really hurt someone this bad unless you really matter to
them. [starts toward the door] Please don't tell her I
was here. [exits]

[Liberty High hallway. Brian opens his locker. Sees Jordan heading
his way. Jordan is looking directly at Brian and walking fast!]
Brian : Want it? Here! [takes out the cassette and begins pulling
the tape out] Here, here it is. Okay? Take it!
Just....Satisfied? You know....See, it doesn't matter who
has the stupid tape. It happened. It can't be, like,
erased.
Jordan : I was just gonna ask if we could skip tutoring today.
Brian : Oh. [begins gathering the tape] Um...
Jordan : So, what was on the tape?
[Brian looks up and laughs nervously]

[a class shared by Rayanne and Rickie, apparently not English. School
bell rings]
Rayanne : Hey, Vasquez! Wait up! You've been, like, impossible to
find.
Rickie : Well, I'm right here.
Rayanne : So, how long are the two of you gonna keep this up?
Rickie : Keep what up?
Rayanne : Come on. You and Angela. The silent treatment.
Rickie : Well, I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?
Rayanne : Barely.
Rickie : Yeah, well, Rayanne, what exact reaction did you expect?
Rayanne : [pauses.] Forget it!
Rickie : No, I mean it, Rayanne! What did you expect her to feel
like?
Rayanne : She didn't even hear my side!
[Rickie walks away in disgust]
Rayanne : Great. Go ahead. Think what you want. You will anyway!

[girls' bathroom. Delia is washing her hands but can't find any soap.
Or any towels. Rickie enters as Delia is heading out]
Rickie : Angela?
Delia : Oh, hi. I...I mean...
Rickie : Hi.
Delia : Oh. Bye.
Rickie : Bye. Angela? I know you're in here.
[Rickie finds Angela crouched in a corner]
Angela : Rickie, I'm sorry, I have to be alone.
Rickie : You've _been_ alone.
Angela : [standing] No, I mean for, like, _years._
Rickie : Look...
Angela : [moving away from Rickie] I can't believe it! That they
would do that! I mean, who do they think they are?
Rickie : I know. I, I mean, I don't know.
Angela : I could kill them! I'm serious! Both of them...with my
hands!
Rickie : I know. But, you can't hide in here forever.
Angela : Sorry, I'm not risking the risk of running into her. Or
him. Or... God, him _and_ her.
Rickie : Well, that's never gonna happen, 'cause they're, like,
completely avoiding each other.
Angela : I can't talk about [pauses.] ...them, like a "them."
Rickie : I know.
Angela : They're, like, avoiding each other?
Rickie : [approaching Angela] Angela, look. You can't let their
stupid actions, like, control you. You've gotta lead your
own life.
Angela : You're right. Fine. Fine! Two can play at that game!
Rickie : Uh, what game?
Angela : Oh, come on! They think I'm some innocent little twit who
they can treat as bad as they want. Well, they're
wrong.... Thanks. [exits]
Rickie : You're welcome.

[hallway. People are gathered around the call sheet for "Our Town."
Lots of excited talking and some disappointed looks. Rayanne notices
the commotion, and approaches slowly as the crowd disperses. She
traces the list with her finger until she gets to "Emily Webb." Next
to which is written "Rayanne Graff." She is excited and amazed. She
looks around to see Angela and Corey walking nearby.]
Rayanne : Angela! Hey!... [she gestures to the call sheet] <Gasp!>
[Angela and Corey keep walking and disappear around the corner.
Rayanne starts looking around aimlessly, her smile fading quickly
into a frown. She starts walking away]

[Chase home. Patty and Camille enter and head for the kitchen]
Camille : Yay! Clothes drive is over! Let's celebrate! Let's go
_shopping!_ Let's buy a lot of _new_ clothes. Things that
we won't wear, so we'll have something to donate next
year. Oh, by the way, what's the scoop? I hear that
Angela and Rayanne aren't speaking.
Patty : Oh, I, uh...really?
Camille : Sharon won't dish the dirt. What's happened?
Patty : I...haven't got a clue. Oh, hey! You know what I didn't
tell you? They're gonna get the lease. Graham and Hallie
Lowenthal.
[Camille glares at Patty. Patty pauses.]
Patty : You don't think Graham's gonna follow through.
Camille : No, it's not Graham. It's that Hallie person. I don't
like her.
Patty : Camille...! You met her for, like, two minutes!
Camille : No... [strikes a thoughtful pose] No. I don't like her.
Patty : Alright, fine. You don't like her.... You know, she has a
fiance. Well, what can I tell you? She and Graham get
along.
Camille : Well, that's a good sign.
Patty : They work well together. I mean...
Camille : They get along. That's good. That's very good. Very good
sign.
Patty : Why?
Camille : Let's put it this way. Susie Bertalucci realized her
husband was having an affair when he started arguing with
his secretary. If you can get that angry with somebody,
there's passion involved.
Patty : Well, that's not the situation, in my humble opinion.
Camille : That's good.
Patty : Aagh! [grabs Camille and hugs her] Camille, I love you.
You are such a good friend.
Camille : I know....

[Liberty High hallway. Angela is reading something on the wall.
Jordan comes around the corner]
Jordan : Angela!
[Angela turns the other way and starts walking]
Jordan : Hey [pursuing] Didn't you hear me?
Angela : [looking at everything but Jordan] No.
Jordan : Here. [offers her a pen]
Angela : [pauses, then takes pen] Why are you giving this to me?
Jordan : 'Cause it's yours.
Angela : Well, I don't want it.
Jordan : Well, it's _your_ pen.
Angela : So?
Jordan : So, you lent it to me in Katimski's, remember?
Angela : Not really.
[silence]
Jordan : Well, if it's not yours, give it back.
Angela : [staring straight at him] No.
[Jordan backs off, turns, and exits. Angela turns, tosses the pen in
a trash can, and exits]

[Drama shop. Rickie and Corey are painting. Brian is flaunting his
camcorder for a blonde-haired girl.]
Brian : Yeah, I was influenced by Spielberg, um, but I think my,
my recent work is more like Tarantino, only less
violent....
[Angela enters, with Rayanne-style braids and makeup]
Brian : Oh my god!
Angela : [approaches Corey] Hello.
Corey : Hi! Grab a brush.
Angela : Can I, um, talk to you for a second?
Corey : Sure.
Rickie : Are you okay?
Angela : Yes! God...!
[Angela and Corey move to a more private area]
Angela : Um, do you have anything to drink or anything?
Corey : You drink?
Angela : Why not? Why shouldn't I?
Corey : I don't know.
Angela : Why, 'cause I'm too innocent?
Corey : No...
Angela : I'm sick of being like that!
Corey : Well, um...
[Angela lunges toward Corey and starts to kiss him. He pushes her off
him]
Corey : Angela!
Angela : What??
Corey : Um, just...
Angela : Why??? Is there something really wrong with me???
Corey : No, just...
Angela : Oh, God, please!
[Rayanne enters un-noticed]
Angela : Can we just get really drunk or something?
Rayanne : What the hell are you talking about? You don't drink!
Excuse us.
Angela : Get away from me!
[Corey exits. Angela moves away from Rayanne, who follows behind her]
Rayanne : Well, I got the part. I would never have gotten it if it
wasn't for you.
Angela : Look, I don't care anymore, okay? So just go away.
Rayanne : You're not the only one who got hurt.
Angela : Well, forgive me if I can't feel sorry for you, Rayanne.
Rayanne : [approaching Angela] You lost nothing, Angela. You lost a
lousy, selfish friend, a guy you never really
had..._you_lost_nothing!_.... I lost a really good
friend! I lost everything. [turns around and exits]
[Angela returns to the main area where Rickie is still painting]
Rickie : I'm glad she got that part. She wanted that part.
Angela : What? Who's side are you on?
Rickie : I'm on your side! It's like, impossible to be on
Rayanne's side. Even though I partly understand it.
Angela : What do you mean?
Rickie : I mean, face it...she's always partly wanted to be you.
And in a way, I think this was her screwed up way of, for
one night, kind of pretending she _was_ you. I mean, I'm
on your side, no question. But can I just ask you
something? Why are you making this big play for Cory
Hellfrick, when you know how I feel about him?
Angela : But...because! 'Cause I thought...I mean, you once told
me that you were over him.
Rickie : But guess how I felt when you started going after him?
Angela : [pauses.] I don't have to guess.

[Graham & Patty's bathroom. Graham is in the closet. Patty enters]
Patty : Hey.
Graham : Hey.
Patty : Camille and I went shopping. I bought you a shirt. [shows
Graham]
Graham : Oh, thanks!
Patty : So, um, I found out why Angela hasn't been taking
Rayanne's phone calls. She slept with Jordan.
Graham : Angela slept with Jordan??
Patty : No! _Rayanne_ did.
Graham : Oh. Oh! God. God, that is really low! [exits closet]
Patty : Well...but, um...I mean, you know, it's not like Jordan
and Angela were officially together.
Graham : [begins undressing] Well, that's not the point.
Patty : I know.
Graham : What kind of insensitive, self-centered, you know, uh...?
[Patty raises her hand and perches atop the (closed) toilet]
Graham : You?
Patty : Camille had this crush on this guy freshman year in
college. They went out a couple of times, and...I had
just been dumped.
Graham : You're kidding me. Did Camille know?
Patty : Oh, she found out! Tracy Koppell had the biggest mouth.
And she was really upset. But eventually, and I don't
even know how, but she found it in her heart to forgive
me, and I've always been really grateful.
Graham : Well, that makes five. Now, you told me you went to bed
with four guys. Hmm? [deflects a projectile piece of
clothing that Patty tossed at him]
Patty : [Pointing to the new shirt, which Graham is trying on]
So, do you like this? Yeah...I wanted to get you
something for the restaurant, but....
Graham : [removing the shirt] Oh, god, well who knows if there'll
even be a restaurant.
Patty : Oh, come on! What do you mean?
Graham : I don't know.... It's Hallie! Like how she's always late!
Now even if we follow each other to a meeting, she's late
because she stopped somewhere to...oh, I dunno...not to
mention the fact that she is physically incapable of
parking legally. I'll tell ya, it is enough to drive a
sane person crazy! [tosses his last bit of clothing at
Patty and goes into the shower]
Patty : So you two, um...I mean, you fight?
Graham : Well, what difference does it make, right? I mean, it's
not the end of the world. Hey listen, thanks for the shirt!
I love it!
[Patty flushes the toilet maliciously and exits]
Graham : Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ah!

[Liberty High auditorium. Rayanne, Abyssinia and others are on stage,
rehearsing]
Rayanne : I can't. I can't go on! It goes so fast, we don't have
time to look at one another.
Katimski : Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Huh huh, yes, okay. Oh, gee whiz.
That's gonna be just great, isn't it? <chuckles> Alright,
um, yes, Mrs. Webb, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Um,
wait a...wait...wait a second, where, where is,
um...where is Chi Kwon?
Abyssinia : She left. She said her parents wouldn't let her rehearse
this late.
Katimski : Okay. Well, maybe I can speak to her parents.
Meanwhile...[sees crew people working backstage] wait,
who...who's back there? Angela? Chase? Would you come up
here a minute? Read Chi Kwon's part? Oh, come on, it's
just a stupid play! Get up here!
Rickie : Go ahead.
[Angela walks downstage]
Katimski : Thank you! And just, ah, look on with Abyssinia. And,
Rayanne, would you come three feet downstage...
Rayanne : Which way?
Katimski : Oh, you can remember it like this: If you keep going
downstage, you're going to fall _down_. Okay? Oh, oh, oh,
and...could you...........<chuckles> stop acting? Please?
Rayanne : What?
Katimski : Stop acting. There's really no need for it. You see,
Emily is dead. The life she had is over. That's a pretty
big deal. I mean...oh, gee whiz, she is just now
realizing how precious every moment of that life really
was. And that she never really appreciated what she had.
Just imagine...what that must feel like, Rayanne.
[pause.]
Rayanne : [sadly] I can't go on, it goes so fast, we don't have
time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all
that was going on, and...we never noticed. Take me back.
Back to the hill, to my grave. But first, wait! One last
look. Goodbye. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Grover's Corners.
Momma and Poppa. Goodbye to clocks ticking. Do any human
beings ever realize life while they live it? Every every minute?
Abyssinia : No. Saints and poets, maybe they do so.
Rayanne : I'm ready to go back.
Angela : [crying, chin trembling] Were you happy?
Rayanne : [sadly] No. I should have listened to you. But that's all
human beings are. Just blind people.
[Rayanne turns and walks away. Angela turns the other way and exits]

[End of "Betrayal"]

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“Lately, I can't even look at my mother without wanting to stab her repeatedly.”

Angela Chase, Episode 1: "My So-Called Life (Pilot)"