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Fanfiction
Episode No. 22 - Mixed Emotions
written by Laura
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Published: 1997 | Size: 52 KB (10028 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Average: 4.0/5 4.0/5 (18 votes)
based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman
INT.LIBERTY
HIGH.AUDITORIUM.BACKSTAGE.EVENING
Rickie is kneeling on the floor, sorting through a pile of
clothes on the floor. People are running around everywhere,
trying to get things done, and organized. Corey is carrying
scenery from the back of the auditorium towards the stage. Mr.
Katimski can be seen in the background, talking to a young girl,
and pointing every which way, frustrated. Rayanne slinks in
through the back door, but Katimski sees her.
KATIMSKI: (running over to her) Rayanne!
Where...? Where have you been? Rehearsal started half an hour
ago!
RAYANNE: (somewhat ashamed) I know...I'm sorry, I just-
KATIMSKI: Spare me the explanation, just find
your place on stage and get to work! We're on a deadline here!
(Rayanne just nods slightly and walks slowly towards the
curtains, to go on-stage. Rickie sees her, and gets up.)
RICKIE: Rayanne! Hey! (He smiles as she comes over, then
his smile fades.) What's the matter?
RAYANNE: (alarmed) What? Nothing's wrong. (Rickie looks at
her, knowing she's lying.) Vasquez, *nothing* is the matter.
RICKIE: (slowly) Okay...I just thought you looked kind
of...nervous or something.
RAYANNE: (trying to act upbeat) *Me*? *Nervous*? What have
*I* got to be nervous about?
RICKIE: (giving up) How come you're late?
RAYANNE: (Shrugging) I just...forgot...about practice...
RICKIE: (laughing) You *forgot*? How could you *forget*?
(Rayanne looks at the ground, and Rickie decides to try a
different tactic.) We only have two weeks left-aren't you
excited?
RAYANNE: (quietly) Yeah...thrilled... (Louder) Have you
seen Angela? (she looks around her.)
(SC) INT.LIBERTY HIGH.HALLWAY.EVENING
Close-up shot of Jordan and Angela are kissing, quite
passionately. The shot draws back to reveal them standing in an
empty school hallway outside the auditorium. Noises from the
people in the play echo out into the hall. The doors at the end
of the hall, that lead outside, are open; it's still very sunny
and nice, but the evening shadows are falling. Angela is leaning
against the lockers. Slowly, Jordan pulls away, and they both
open their eyes.
ANGELA: So...I guess, I better go...to play practice
now...(He kisses her lightly again.)
JORDAN: (softly) Are you sure you have to go? I mean...I
was thinking that we could go somewhere... (He brushes his hand
against her neck, looking at her with pleading eyes. Angela
smiles, looking as if she's about to change her mind, then
frowns.)
ANGELA: Yeah...I told Rickie I'd be there...and I'm
already really late...
JORDAN: Okay...(They kiss again, then he turns to go.) So,
I guess Tino got us this space tomorrow, so...there's band
practice, like, until 10:30.
ANGELA: (smiling) Do you want me to come?
JORDAN: If you want to. (Angela nods, and Jordan smiles.)
So....I'll see you tomorrow morning?
ANGELA: (nodding) Yeah. (He walks away, and she turns to
go into the auditorium.)
INT.LIBERTY HIGH.AUDITORIUM.CONTINUOUS
Angela steps inside, and then steps back, a bit startled by
the noise and people hurrying around. She walks cautiously
forwards, but someone crashes into her from behind.
COREY: Oh-sorry! (Angela laughs and turns to
him. He's carrying a small piece of scenery.)
ANGELA: Hi! Sorry, I didn't mean to, like, crash into you.
COREY: (setting the scenery down) No, it was my
fault. You're not hurt, are you? (Angela smiles and shakes her
head.)
ANGELA: No. ( she looks around the room) Is there even
anything left for me to do? I'm sorry I'm kind-a late....
COREY: (pointing off in the direction where
Brian is pulling out a piece of the backdrop from behind a stack
of wooden planks.) He probably needs some help getting that out
front. It's heavy.
ANGELA: (her smile fading as she sees Brian.) Oh.
Okay...(She forces a smile at Corey and starts towards Brian.)
COREY: Wait-have you seen Rayanne around?
ANGELA: Um...not yet. Sorry. (Corey walks away, and she
dreadingly heads towards Brian. Brian, seeing her coming over,
becomes visibly uncomfortable. He looks at her, then clumsily
turns back to his job, almost crashing into an arched trellis. He
laughs nervously at himself as Angela stops.) Um...Corey said you
need help...so...
BRIAN: Who, me? Um...yeah...I guess...(He looks at the
backdrop he's pulling out.) Um...I'm just trying to get this out
from behind here or whatever, so...
ANGELA: (nervously) Uh...I'll get this end of it... (She
walks to the other end, and starts to push it. It edges slowly
towards Brian, and he pulls until it's out from behind the
planks. )
BRIAN: (holding up his hand.) Okay, okay...You can stop
pushing.
ANGELA: (Sticking her head out to look at him.) What?
BRIAN: Um...I guess we can lift it now, and take it out
there...on stage...
ANGELA: (thinking, not really hearing what he said.)
Yeah...um...so...why are you here? I mean...I didn't think...
BRIAN: Oh, well...Rickie asked if I could...help...or
something...so...(They both are silent, with the kind of awkward
silence when two people aren't sure how they're supposed to act
towards one another. Brian starts to say something at the same
time Angela does, and they both laugh nervously, then look away
from one another. Suddenly Rayanne grabs Angela's arm. Angela
jumps.)
RAYANNE: Angela!
ANGELA: (Relieved to see her.)Rayanne! Hi! (Rayanne pulls
her away from where Brian is standing. Brian sighs as they walk
away. Angela doesn't look back.)
RAYANNE: Where have you been? I've been looking for you,
like, forever! (Rayanne looks back at Brian with an evil smile as
she pulls Angela out into the hallway. Brian is still standing
there, watching her go. The door slams with a bang.)
EXT.LIBERTY HIGH.PARKING LOT.EVENING
It's getting darker. Rayanne is searching through her large
bag, not really paying attention to what Angela is saying. Angela
is upset about something.
ANGELA: And I mean, I've known Brian since I was 5, and
now it's like...I don't know how to act around him any more...
RAYANNE: (taking a container of Tic Tacs out of the bag)
Angelfood, listen. *Brian* *Krakow* does not matter, okay? Even
if he does have a small...*crush* on you, or whatever, you should
definitely *not* be wasting your time worrying over it and
everything.
ANGELA: (thoughtful) Am I? Wasting my time? I mean, should
I just let it go? I mean, I think it does. Matter.
RAYANNE: (seriously thinking about it) I guess...if
Krakow's feelings matter, like, to *you*...then....
ANGELA: (finishing Rayanne's sentence) I have to
really...*talk* to him about that *stupid* letter and everything.
Sometimes I wish he had never wrote it. Written it.
RAYANNE: (popping another Tic Tac into her mouth.) But
then you and Jordan wouldn't have gotten back together.
ANGELA: (thinking about it.) Well...I don't know about
that...but the thing I don't understand is...if he really liked
me that much, then why would he want to help Jordan get me back?
RAYANNE: (laughing) He's seriously screwed up. I don't
know if there's an answer to that one. (They are both silent for
a minute.)
ANGELA: So are you nervous?
RAYANNE: (confused) Huh? Nervous about what?
ANGELA: About the play.
RAYANNE: (rolling her eyes with a laugh) Oh. *That*. I'm
*totally* not in the slightest bit nervous. (thinking) Besides, I
still have two weeks to practice. (Angela smiles knowingly at
Rayanne, and Rayanne tries to laugh off Angela's suspicion.) Come
on! I'm not worried! (She gets up from the curb and throws her
container of Tic Tacs back into her bag.) Let's go back inside.
Katimski's probably looking all over for me.
ANGELA: (remembering something) Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell
you. Corey was looking for you before.
RAYANNE: (laughing) Well, let's hope he never finds me.
(Angela looks confused.) Oh come *on*, Angela. He is *so* not my
type.
ANGELA: (sighing) But he thinks he is.
RAYANNE: So? Just...let him keep thinking that. He'll find
it out on his own soon enough. (Rayanne opens the door to the
school, and Angela walks inside, a bit saddened by Rayanne's
words. Rayanne rolls her eyes to herself and then follows her
inside, letting the door close slowly behind her.)
INT.CHASE HOUSE.LIVING ROOM.NEXT AFTERNOON
Danielle is doing her homework on the coffee table. Patty
walks in from the kitchen, with Angela following.
ANGELA: But Mom, I already told him that I could stay out
later tonight!
PATTY: I don't *care* what you told him. It's 10:00 on
school nights. We've already stretched it as far as we can go.
DANIELLE: Mom, when is dinner?
ANGELA: Why can't I stay out till 10:30? Just for tonight?
Dad would let me.
PATTY: Is your father here?
ANGELA: But why can't I just-
PATTY: Because I said so.
ANGELA: (VO) I hate it when they say that. There's no
possible argument to make after they say that. (She sighs and
storms upstairs.)
DANIELLE: Mom! I'm seriously hungry.
PATTY: Don't you dare slam that- (A door slams upstairs.)
door, Angela! (Patty sighs and goes back into the kitchen.
Danielle gets up and follows her.)
INT.CHASE KITCHEN.CONTINUOUS
DANIELLE: Mom-
PATTY: *What*, Danielle?
DANIELLE: When's dinner?
PATTY: I called for pizza. It should be here soon.
(Satisfied, Danielle goes back into the living room. Patty starts
to wipe the counter with a dish cloth. She seems to cleaning off
a spot that isn't even there. A knock can be heard on the front
door.)
INT.CHASE FOYER.CONTINUOUS
Danielle races to the door and opens it.
DANIELLE: Yay! Pizza's here! (She sees Brian Krakow
is standing there.) You're not the pizza guy.
BRIAN: (taken aback.) Um...no. Is...is Angela here?
PATTY: (coming in from the kitchen.) Brian! Hi! I'll go
get Angela. (she goes to the stairs.) Angela! Brian Krakow is
here! (Brian stands there, waiting nervously. Angela storms
downstairs, looking angry at Brian's existence. Danielle leaves
the room, sensing something is up, but listens from the dining
room.)
BRIAN: Um, hi. You know that copy of The Westing Game,
that I like...left here...in October? Can I like...have it back?
ANGELA: (rolling her eyes) I'll go get it. (She runs back
upstairs, and not sure what to do, he follows her to her room.)
INT.ANGELA'S BEDROOM.CONTINUOUS
Angela kneels on the ground and starts pulling things out
from under her bed. Sighing, she gets up and goes to her closet.
ANGELA: (VO) I swear, I'm never borrowing another thing
from Brian Krakow as long as I live. It only gives him a reason
to come over here. (Brian looks around her room, taking
everything in. He sees a picture of Jordan sitting on her dresser
and quickly looks at the ground. Angela finally notices Brian's
in her room. ) What are you doing in here? What, you don't trust
me to get your book on my own? Get out! (She pushes him out of
her room and shuts the door. A knock can be heard on the door
downstairs, followed by Danielle's bouncing footsteps to the
door.)
DANIELLE: Finally! Mom! Pizza's here! (pause) You're not
the pizza guy. (longer pause) Angela! Jordan's here! (Angela's
door opens and she passes by Brian and goes downstairs.)
INT.CHASE LIVING ROOM.CONTINUOUS
Jordan is standing in the front foyer. Danielle is at the
window, waiting for the pizza to come. Patty walks in again as
Angela grabs her jacket from the rack.
ANGELA: Hey. (She gives Jordan a kiss on the cheek. Brian
walks downstairs slowly, and he and Jordan sort of eye one
another.)
JORDAN: (to Angela) Hey. (to Brian) Hey, Brain.
BRIAN: Hi....hey.
PATTY: (pulling on Angela's jacket.) Listen. I want you
home by 10:00, *not* 10:30, understand? (Angela pulls away and
hands Brian the book.)
ANGELA: Here's the stupid book. (to Jordan) I'm ready to
go.
JORDAN: (to everyone) Bye. (Brian dorkily waves good-bye.
Patty turns to him.)
PATTY: Brian...why don't you stay for pizza? Mr. Chase
isn't coming home till late, *again*, and a large pizza is a lot
for me and Danielle to eat on our own. (She smiles at him,
expecting him to accept.)
BRIAN: Um...I'd rather not...I mean, I think I should just
go home... (He goes to the front door, then, realizing Angela and
Jordan are out there, turns and walks to the back door.)
I'm...I'm gonna go out the back. (He clumsily leaves, and
Danielle stifles a giggle. Patty sighs.)
(SC)INT.THREE RIVERS.RESTAURANT.NEXT AFTERNOON
The door to the restaurant opens, and Graham and Hallie walk
in. They're both laughing hysterically about something, and
Hallie keeps slapping his arm. Graham's carrying a cardboard box,
and Hallie of course has her huge brown bag. Graham sests the box
down on the ground with a smile, then turns to Hallie.
GRAHAM: You don't honestly think that, do you?
HALLIE: Of course I do! I don't see what the big deal is!
GRAHAM: (stopping, and looking around the restaurant.)
Anyway...(From Graham's POV, the camera pans right across the
huge empty room, with the fountain in the middle of the vast,
cement floor. There are building supplies scattered all over the
place. The stainless steel kitchen door can be seen off to the
far right side of the room, and a dark hallway to the right of it
leads down to the bathrooms, and a back office. There is one
large table in the room, covered with dust, and tools. Hallie
clears off a small space to set her bag down. Graham turns to
her.)
HALLIE: You know what would be great?
GRAHAM: What?
HALLIE: If this place actually *looked* like a restaurant,
you know?
GRAHAM: (laughing) What do you mean?
HALLIE: You know...when you look around...do you
think..."Hey this is going to be a beautiful, elegant,
refined restaurant" or do you think "what a mess"?
GRAHAM: Well, Hallie! You can't expect it to look like
that *now*! They only started work on it a week ago! God you're
impatient.
HALLIE: (with fake innocence) Who? Me? *Impatient*? No
way. (she claps her hands together and turns to face the large
windows in the front of the room.) So, what do you think we
should do with these huge windows? Should we put the name of the
restaurant on them, with big draping curtains, or should we go
Italian restaurant-style and have-
GRAHAM: Hallie, before we start talking about *window*
*treatments*, and how we're stenciling the *name* of this place
on the glass...shouldn't we at least *have* a name?
HALLIE: (shot down from her enthusiastic high) Oh. Right.
(The front door opens and Patty walks in.)
PATTY: Hi...I figured you would be here. (she shuts the
door and walks over to them. Graham looks at her with a
half-smile.)
GRAHAM: Hi, Patty. Um...
PATTY: Yeah, I happened to be in the neighborhood, so...I
thought I'd stop by and say hello. You didn't get home till late
last night again, and you were *gone* when I woke up, so...
(Hallie and Graham sort of look at each other, then Graham looks
at Patty.)
GRAHAM : Yeah, I'm sorry. We were up last night going over
those final estimates-we have to present them to the investors
next week, and this morning I had to get here to let the
construction workers in here. I'm sorry. I should have called, or
left a note or something. (Graham looks somewhat sorry, and Patty
half-smiles. Hallie smiles at Patty.)
HALLIE: Don't worry. These first couple of weeks? Well,
they're gonna be *really* hectic, but after that...
GRAHAM: Right, right! (He lets out a full-watt smile.)
I'll be able to come home at 5 o'clock like any other normal
American citizen. (Patty looks like she doesn't believe him.)
PATTY: Great! (she looks around the room.) Well, um, I
guess if you two are really cramped for time here, I better get
going. Angela doesn't have play practice tonight, and Camille's
coming over, so I have to go...pick up some dinner. I'll talk to
you later. (She kisses Graham on the lips quickly and smiles. He
smiles back. Hallie watches, sort of wistfully. The camera
follows Patty to the door. She's a little happier than she was
when she came in. Graham waves good-bye and she shuts the door
behind her. The shot goes back to Graham, who turns to Hallie,
clapping his hands together.)
GRAHAM: So, what's next? (Hallie just smiles a forced
smile and searches for something to say.)
INT.LIBERTY HIGH.GIRL'S BATHROOM.AFTERNOON
Angela is sitting on the radiator, next to Rickie. Rayanne
storms in, looking completely pissed off. Rickie stops
mid-sentence and looks at Rayanne as she throws her bag into the
sink and starts pulling things out of it. Then she starts
re-applying her eye-liner.
RICKIE: What's the matter?
RAYANNE: I hate Corey Helfrick.
ANGELA: What? Why do you *hate* him-
RAYANNE: (She turns from the mirror.) Cause. I do. (She
looks around the bathroom, as if searching for something.)
*Where* the hell is Sharon today?
ANGELA: I told you already. She's visiting her uncle.
She's coming back tomorrow afternoon.
RICKIE: So why do you hate Corey now? I thought-
RAYANNE: The little jerk asked me out. (Rickie looks at
Angela, confused.) I mean, he calls me last night, and is acting
all *nice* and stuff. So I invite him to come over today
afterschool to watch Sesame Street. But *no*, he says he'd rather
go to a movie or something. Like a *real* date. Can someone
please tell me what *that* is supposed to mean?
RICKIE: (starting to pull Rayanne's hair back into a
ponytail for her.) It means, that he wants to go out with you.
RAYANNE: (rolling her eyes.) I know that. I didn't
actually want anyone to answer me. (She starts applying her
eyeliner again. Rickie grabs it from her.)
RICKIE: No, Rayanne that's too much. You'll look like a
racoon.
ANGELA: So? Why don't you just...go out with him? I mean,
I know you said he wasn't you know, your...*type* or
whatever....but...
RAYANNE: So?
ANGELA: Why don't you just give him a chance? How do you
*know* it won't work out?
RICKIE: (smiling) I know! I mean, he's so great.
RAYANNE: Vasquez...I'm trying to veer away from getting
involved with my friend's crushes. (She looks at Rickie, then at
Angela, pointedly. Angela sighs and looks at the ground.)
RICKIE: (tossing Rayanne's eyeliner back into her bag)
Well, I don't know if I even like Corey anymore. I mean, Delia
supposedly has this cousin, or whatever, that she's going to
like, set me up with, so...
RAYANNE: (picking up her bag) Still. I already told him
no. (Angela and Rickie look at each other as Rayanne heads
for the door. Delia comes into the bathroom, and Rayanne
practically ploughs over her.) Get out of my way! God!
(She throws Delia an evil look and storms out into the hallway.
Delia rolls her eyes and walks to Rickie.)
DELIA: Rickie! Hi! I figured you'd be here.
RICKIE: Hey. What's up?
ANGELA: I have to go. (Delia seems saddened by this.
Angela starts for the door. Rickie gives Angela a kiss good-bye
on the cheek.)
DELIA: Angela, wait. (Angela stops, and waits expectantly)
ANGELA: What?
DELIA: If this is about, what I said before? About you and
Brian and that whole thing? Well, I just wanted to say, you know,
I'm sorry. Cause it was really none of my business and I should
have never gotten involved. (Angela doesn't say anything.)
ANGELA: (VO) The thing that really got me was the fact
that even though she was apologizing...there was still that sound
in her voice...like she secretly wanted me dead. I hate it when
you can just *tell* what a person is thinking. Even if different
words are coming out of their mouth. (Angela sets her jaw
determinedly, and Delia gets the message.)
DELIA: Maybe...maybe I better go. (She passes by Angela
quickly and walks out of the bathroom. Rickie looks confused.)
RICKIE: What did she say to you?
ANGELA: It's...it's nothing. I mean...it was about Brian.
And that stupid letter, and Jordan...and everything.
RICKIE: You still haven't talked to him about it, have
you?
ANGELA: (walking back to the sink) Not exactly...but...I'm
going to! Eventually....
RICKIE: (wrapping his arms around her.) What are you
afraid of?
ANGELA: (defensive) What do I have to be afraid of? I'm
not scared.
RICKIE: I know. It's just...if I had to face someone. I
mean, how do you look at someone and tell them...that you know,
you don't feel that way about them...it's scary to have to break
someone's heart...not that I would like, *know* or anything.
ANGELA: I'm not going to break his heart cause he is *not*
in love with me. There has to be another explanation. (She throws
her backpack over her shoulder and starts to leave.) I'll see you
later.
RICKIE: (quietly) Yeah, see ya. (He stares around the
empty bathroom.)
INT.STREET.FRONT OF CHASE HOUSE.JORDAN'S
CAR.EVENING
The car is parked by Angela's front walk. Angela and Jordan are
sitting in the front seat of the car, alternately talking and
kissing. The camera focuses in on the clock on the radio set, and
it reads 7:00 pm. The car is running, but the radio isn't on.
Patty's car pulls into the Chase's driveway, and Angela pulls
away from Jordan with a smile. Angela glances over at her mother,
who gets out of her car with a big paper bag. Camille gets out of
the passenger's side, and half-yells something to Patty. Angela
turns to Jordan as Patty and Camille walk inside the house, Patty
looking towards Jordan's car.
ANGELA: (Jordan kisses her again.) I guess we're having
takeout again for dinner. Do you want to stay here...or...?
JORDAN: (looking at her.) I don't care...whatever you
wanna do...
ANGELA: (VO) Whatever I want to do...I wish I *could* do
whatever I wanted. That would be...the perfect world. (She looks
at Jordan, but her eyes fall on Brian's house across the street.
Brian has just stepped out of the door to get the newspaper out
of his mailbox, and he sees Jordan's car. He grabs the paper
hastily and goes back inside.) But the world isn't anywhere near
perfect. (to Jordan) Let's go inside. (She opens her door and
gets out slowly. Jordan gets out and walks around to the
sidewalk. He takes her hand gently and they turn to walk up the
path.)
INT.KRAKOW HOUSE.FRONT FOYER.CONTINUOUS WITH BRIAN'S
ACTIONS
Brian steps inside, the newspaper in his hand. He shuts the
door, gently and looks at the headline of the paper.
BOB KRAKOW: (OS) Brian? Did you get the paper?
BRIAN: (loudly) Yeah.
BERNICE KRAKOW: (OS) Can you bring it into the
kitchen? But only if you want to, honey!
BOB: (OS) If you feel you shouldn't have to,
just leave it in there! It's okay to feel that way! (Brian rolls
his eyes, and is about to head into the kitchen when the phone
rings.)
BRIAN: I'll get it!
BOB: (OS) Make sure that's what you really want
to do!
BERNICE: (OS) Bob, our child is fully capable of
making up his own mind without any help from us. He *is* 15 years
old after all. We have to make him feel like he is growing into
an adult.
BOB: (OS) But that is-
BRIAN: (Picking up the phone, his parents' voices fade.)
Hello? (Shot goes to Rickie, in Katimski's apartment.)
RICKIE: Hey, Brian? (shot slams back to Brian.)
BRIAN: Oh, Rickie, hi. (Rickie's words are audible through
Brian's phone.)
RICKIE: What's new?
BRIAN: Nothing much, you?
RICKIE: Same as always. So, listen...Delia and I are
catching a movie tonight at... (Shot goes to Rickie, glancing at
the clock.) 8:00. You want to come?
BRIAN: (can be heard through Rickie's phone) Yeah...sure.
Um...
RICKIE: Great! We're going to meet in front of the
Cineplex at 7:30.
BRIAN: (Shot goes back to Brian. He looks at his watch.)
Okay...um, what movie are we seeing?
RICKIE: That new one...with Daniel-day Lewis? And
that...that girl. I can't remember the name...
BRIAN: (thinking) I think I know which one you mean.
So...7:30? (Shot flips to Rickie.)
RICKIE: Yep. See you then?
BRIAN: Yeah, see ya. (Rickie hangs up, and camera pans up
from him hanging up the phone, to show Brian's face, who has just
hung up his phone too. He sighs and heads upstairs to get ready.)
INT.CHASE HOUSE.KITCHEN.A FEW MINUTES LATER
Patty is unpacking Chinese food from a huge brown paper bag.
Angela and Jordan are standing there, trying to remain out of
Patty's way. They back up into the kitchen door way as Patty
rushes around. Camille comes into the room from the back
entrance, shaking her hands dry.
CAMILLE: Patty, you need to put out a towel in
the bathroom. There's not one in there. (Camille goes over to the
drawer by the sink and pulls a towel out to dry her hands with.
Patty thinks for a minute.)
PATTY: Oh, right. I forgot I did a load of towels
yesterday. I'm sorry-I must have forgot to-
CAMILLE: (seeing Jordan and Angela standing in
the doorway, she walks to Angela and gives her a kiss on the
cheek.) Hi, sweetie. (Camille looks at Jordan.) And...this would
be... Jordan...?
ANGELA: (laughing slightly) Oh! Yeah, Camille, this is
Jordan, Jordan, Camille. (Camille extends her hand, and Jordan
shakes it uncomfortably.)
CAMILLE: Nice to finally meet you, Jordan. I've
heard *a lot* about you. (Jordan sort of half-smiles at her, not
knowing what else to do. Patty starts taking dishes out of the
cupboard.)
PATTY: Angela, will you go find your sister and tell her
to set the table? (Angela rolls her eyes and walks out, nodding
to her mother.)
ANGELA: (yelling as she walks up the stairs) Danielle! Mom
wants you to set the table! (Jordan follows Angela up the stairs,
and Camille walks to the kitchen door. She tilts her head,
checking out his butt. Patty laughs at her.)
CAMILLE: (turning to Patty) I can *certainly*
see why Angela likes *him* so much. (Camille walks to the counter
with a sigh.) That is one *fine* lookin' kid, Patty. You better
watch Angela with him.
PATTY: (her smile fading) Oh, I don't think I have to
worry about...that...Angela wouldn't...
CAMILLE: (throwing Patty a knowing look) I'm
sure you're worrying about it anyway. I mean, *I* wouldn't trust
*myself* alone with someone like that.
PATTY: (thinking) No, I really mean it. I trust Angela.
(Camille is still questioning Patty with her eyes. Patty laughs.)
*Really*! I do! (She starts pulling the rest of the meal out of
the paper bags. Camille opens the fridge and pulls out the milk.
Patty walks to the edge of the stairs.) *Danielle*! I *asked* you
to set the table!
DANIELLE: (OS) I'm coming! (A door can be heard slamming
upstairs, followed by pounding footsteps. Patty turns and goes
back into the kitchen.)
EXT.THREE RIVERS.CINEPLEX.7:30
Wide shot of the entire building and parking lot. The parking lot
is very busy, with cars pulling in and out. Laughing couples can
be seen exiting and entering the theaters. (This is not the movie
house from episode 14, it's a large, modern-type Cineplex.) The
lights above the ticket office are bright and neon. The ticket
lines are long. Shot zooms in slowly to reveal Brian waiting
towards the side of the building, alone. He looks slightly
worried. He glances at his watch, then sighs. Camera closes in on
Brian. Suddenly he jumps as someone says his name.
RICKIE: Brian! Hi! (Brian turns to face Rickie, who is
with Delia. They both look beyond happy. Delia smiles at Brian.)
BRIAN: Oh, hi. You scared me.
DELIA: Did we? Sorry we're kind of late. (She looks at her
own watch.)
BRIAN: (with fake reassurance) Oh, no. Don't worry
it's...okay. Um...
RICKIE: (pointing to the ticket office.) I guess...we
should go get in line, right?
DELIA: Right. (She giggles a little and takes Rickie's
hand. Brian sees this, and feels out of place.)
BRIAN: (fumbling for an excuse) Um...you guys? (They both
turn to him.)
RICKIE: Yeah?
BRIAN: (backing up, pointing over his shoulder.) Uh...I
forgot, there was this thing...I have to do at home. So...Maybe I
better go.
RICKIE: Are you sure? I mean-
BRIAN: Yeah. I better. Go, I mean. (He turns to go, almost
stumbling over his own two feet. Delia and Rickie look at each
other, confused.)
DELIA: Okay...if you're sure...
BRIAN: I'm...I'm sure. I'll...I'll see you guys in school,
I guess.
RICKIE: Okay...I'll see you, then. (Delia and Rickie wave
good-bye as Brian slowly walks off into the darkness.)
EXT.THREE RIVERS
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.A LITTLE WHILE LATER
It's very dark outside now. Street lights give the street
sort of an eerie glow. A large sign on the lawn of the school
reads: Three Rivers Elementary School. Brian is walking on the
sidewalk. He stops and looks at the sign at for a moment, as if
recalling a faint memory or something of that nature. He seems
very sad. After a moment's hesitation, he turns onto the sidewalk
leading up to the school. Slowly, he continues past the school to
the playground. The playground is illuminated with security
lights, but it's so foggy from the cold night air that it appears
to be ghostly. There's a set of swings, two slides, a sandbox,
and a huge wooden playset that resembles some kind of fort. It's
very tall and appears to be very complex. Brian walks towards it,
his pace quickening. He climbs up the wooden ladder to the top of
the fort, then stops suddenly, as he steps onto the platform. He
lets out a small gasp of surprise. Camera follows Brian's gaze to
reveal Rayanne sitting on the corner, drinking out of a small
flask. She turns, surprised herself.
RAYANNE: (Annoyed) What are you doing here?
BRIAN: It's public property. What are *you* doing here?
RAYANNE: (in a mocking tone) It's public property,
remember? (She downs another large gulp and turns the flask
upside down, then tosses it back into her bag.) You don't happen
to have anything to drink do you?
BRIAN: (Sarcastically) Of course I do. I carry around
large bottles of vodka and whiskey whenever I go out. I love it
everyone thinks I'm an alcoholic.
RAYANNE: (rolling her eyes.) I knew you wouldn't have any
anyway. Forget I asked.
BRIAN: (sitting down, but far away from her.) So, what are
you *really* doing here? (looking around him.) And I thought you
were afraid of the dark.
RAYANNE: (looking at him.) I'm sorry, did I say I wanted
to, like, have a conversation with you? (Brian looks away from
her. He thinks for a minute, then starts to get up. Rayanne
relents.) You really want to know why I'm here?
BRIAN: Yeah, sure.
RAYANNE: Well...the truth is, I was supposed to like, meet
Tino or something. But he stood me up again. So...I'm just here.
For like, no reason other than I don't want to go home.
BRIAN: (getting interested) Why don't you want to go home?
RAYANNE: (laughing) My mom has her stupid boyfriend,
*Rusty* over. And I just...really don't want to be there. I hate
him. I hate her. I hate my life.
BRIAN: Why do you-
RAYANNE: (getting suddenly fed up) Why do you ask so many
questions?
BRIAN: (taken aback) I don't...I don't know...(He looks at
his hands. Rayanne turns back to searching through her bag.)
RAYANNE: So why are *you* here?
BRIAN: You wouldn't really care if I told you.
RAYANNE: (interested) Yeah I would. (She looks at him
earnestly, and he gives in.)
BRIAN: I was supposed to go to this movie, with Rickie and
Delia, but they were, like, acting like a couple, or something.
It, like... felt weird being there, or whatever. So I left. And I
passed by here. So...And I was thinking about when I was little
and...(His words drift off. Rayanne waits for him to continue.)
RAYANNE: Yeah?
BRIAN: I was just...you know, thinking...how when we were
kids? Sharon and I, and Angela, we'd play here. And Angela and
I...whenever we had a secret to tell each other...or when we were
mad at our parents...or needed someone to talk to...we'd meet
there. (He points to the other corner of the fort.)
RAYANNE: (snorting) How very Kodak. (Brian stops talking.)
Sorry. Go on.
BRIAN: (slowly) And I guess...in this stupid way...I was
wishing I'd find her here. (Brian laughs stupidly at himself.) I
mean, I *knew* she wasn't going to actually *be* here..but...
RAYANNE: (laughing a little) But instead you found me. Bet
that was a disappointment. (Brian looks at her. She stops
laughing and they are both silent for a moment.)
BRIAN: (honestly) No...it wasn't... (Their eyes lock.
Suddenly Rayanne blushes slightly and turns away. She gets up.)
RAYANNE: See you tomorrow, Krakow. (Brian smiles faintly
at her, and she laughs a little, trying to get the weird feeling
out of the air.)
BRIAN: Yeah..see ya. (She walks over to the ladder and
climbs. Then she stops and pulls something out of her bag.)
RAYANNE: Hey, Krakow? (He looks at her. She turns on the
flashlight she got out of her bag.) With this, I'm not afraid of
anything, am I? (She flicks it on and off a couple of times with
a wicked smile and then jumps to the ground. Brian's gaze falls
on the corner of the fort he was talking about. He stares at it
for a minute, then sighs and closes his eyes, tilting his head to
look at the sky. Camera switches to shot of starry sky, then
slides down to reveal the Chase's house.)
EXT.CHASE HOUSE.CONTINUOUS
Angela and Jordan step out of the front door and into the
night. Angela looks up at the sky, then at Jordan. They stroll
down the path to the sidewalk, very slowly, as if both aren't
sure if they want the night to end yet. They stop in front of the
passenger's side of his car, and Angela turns to face him. They
kiss. In the background, Brian can be seen, walking down the
street.
BRIAN'S POV: He sees Jordan walk around to the driver's side of
the car and get in. Angela waves good-bye as he pulls away from
the curb and drives down the street. She turns to go back inside
and sees Brian. They both stand there, on opposite sides of the
street for a minute, silent, looking at each other.
INT.CHASE HOUSE.KITCHEN.NIGHT
Patty is washing some dishes in the sink. Camille is putting on
her jacket, getting ready to leave. The phone rings, and Patty
picks it up.
PATTY: Hello? (Switch to Graham, in the kitchen of the
restaurant. Hallie can be seen in the background, putting papers
into her briefcase.)
GRAHAM: Hi! It's me.
PATTY: (tightly) Hi, honey.
GRAHAM: Just called to say I'm going to be here for a
little while longer. But I should be home within the next hour or
so. Is that...is that okay with you? (Switch to Patty, who smiles
even more tightly into the phone.)
PATTY: (trying to sound okay with it) Sure...sure. So
you'll be home by ten, then?
GRAHAM: At the latest.
PATTY: Okay...well, Camille's just about to leave, so,
I'll...I'll see you later.
GRAHAM: I love you.
PATTY: Yeah, I love you too. Bye. (She hangs up, somewhat
angry. She turns to Camille, who is looking at her, waiting.)
What?
CAMILLE: He's staying late, *again*?
PATTY: Not...not as late as usual. (Camille rolls her
eyes.) Oh, shut up.
CAMILLE: I didn't say anything.
PATTY: But you're standing there thinking it.
CAMILLE: (picking her purse up off the counter)
Patty...(She walks over to her and kisses her on the cheek.) I
think you really need to talk to Graham about this. (Patty sighs)
PATTY: I know...
CAMILLE: (heading for the door) Well, I better
go. Sharon's probably wondering what happened to me. I'll call
you tomorrow.
PATTY: (waving as Camille exits.) Okay. Talk to you later.
(She sighs again and turns back to the dishes.)
EXT.CHASE HOUSE.NIGHT
"Parachute" by Guster begins to play. Lyrics Brian meets Angela's gaze directly
for a second, then quickly turns away, and starts heading towards his house. Angela hurriedly starts across
the street.
ANGELA: Brian? (Brian turns back to her, and waits for her
to reach him.) Brian...um...
BRIAN: Hey.
ANGELA: (sheepishly) Listen...I'm sorry about the other
night, you know, when you came over? I was sort of in a bad mood.
BRIAN: Yeah...um...it's okay.
ANGELA: Can I...can we talk for a minute? I mean...I think
we need to. Talk. I mean.
BRIAN: Um...sure...(pretending not to know.) What about?
ANGELA: (annoyed) You *know* what about, Brian.
BRIAN: (quickly) Why do you want to talk about that? I
mean...it's over. It's in the past. It doesn't matter. Not to
you.
ANGELA: Of *course* it matters! How can you think that it
doesn't matter to me? (They're both silent for a minute.)
Brian..I *need* to know. Why did you write it?
BRIAN: (quickly) Because! Jordan, like, asked me to! He
need help, so, I helped him! It's as simple as that.
ANGELA: (staring at him.) Is it really? That simple?
BRIAN: Yes!
ANGELA: (softly) But what about...what you said...
BRIAN: (rudely) What did I say?
ANGELA: About meaning every word? I mean...
BRIAN: I didn't...I mean...I didn't mean it like that. (He
looks at her.) I mean...maybe I did. Mean it like that.
ANGELA: (VO) Sometimes there's nothing to say. I kept
trying to think of a reply...but there's nothing that I could
possibly say to make everything right between us. So I just have
to stand here like a complete idiot.
BRIAN: (wishing he hadn't admitted it) I should
probably...go inside...I mean...
ANGELA: (as he turns to go) Brian?
BRIAN: (turning back, hopeful.) Yeah?
ANGELA: Why?
BRIAN: Um...why...what?
ANGELA: (walking towards him) Why *me*?
BRIAN: (completely uncomfortable) I...I don't
know...*because*...you're...because you're...*you*. (He laughs
stupidly.) I don't know *why* I'm in love with you-I just *am*.
Does there have to be a reason?
ANGELA: (somewhat angry at him for not knowing) Then why
did you help him? Jordan?
BRIAN: (sitting down on the curb, beaten) I don't know
that either. (Angela sighs and sits down next to him.) I just...I
wanted you to be happy. And I *knew* then...that *Jordan* is what
made you happy. I didn't want you to hurt anymore. (He looks at
the pavement. Without a word, Angela wraps her arms around him.)
ANGELA: (crying) I'm sorry, Brian.
BRIAN: (gazing at her as she pulls away.) For what?
ANGELA: For everything. I'm sorry that I don't feel the
same way as you. (He turns away, awkwardly) I know I *should*,
Brian...but...
BRIAN: But you don't.
ANGELA:
Brian...things have been so different between us. I mean...even
before...*this*. I don't want to lose you as a friend...we've
both...*changed*. Since we were little. It can't be...the *same*
as it was. I wish it could be.
BRIAN: So what are you saying?
ANGELA: I'm saying...that even though I don't...can we be
friends? Again? Like we used to be?
BRIAN: (quietly) I don't...I *want* to be...
ANGELA: Do you?
BRIAN: (strongly) Yes. I do. (Smiling through her tears,
Angela quietly places her hand in his.)
ANGELA: Good. (They sit there in silence.)
INT.LIBERTY HIGH.HALLWAY.MORNING
Rickie is at his locker, piling books into his bag. Delia
runs up to him, thrilled. Rayanne can be seen down the hall, at
her own locker. She sees Rickie and Delia and rolls her eyes.
DELIA: Rickie! Rickie!
RICKIE: Hi, Delia. What's-
DELIA: You will *not* believe this.
RICKIE: What?
DELIA: You know how I was talking about my cousin? Mark?
RICKIE: What about him?
DELIA: (slyly) Well, he's coming for a visit next week,
and I was thinking, that maybe you could show him around town?
RICKIE: Delia...next week is really busy...I can't-
DELIA: Think about it? Please? (she tugs on his sleeve.)
RICKIE: (relenting) Okay. (Rayanne bounds up to Rickie,
ignoring Delia.)
RAYANNE: Hey, Vasquez! What's shakin'? (She practically
pushes Delia away from him.)
RICKIE: Hi. Um...Delia was just saying her cousin is
coming for a visit, like, next week.
RAYANNE: (turning to Delia) Wait...you're Delia, right?
(Delia rolls her eyes, and Rayanne spots Angela walking down the
hall with Brian.) Angelika! (She grabs her arm and pulls her
over. Brian looks around him, not sure what to do, then walks
over.) You're coming to practice tonight, right?
ANGELA: (she frowns) There's practice tonight?
RAYANNE: Yeah-we're having a complete run-through, with
the costumes and everything, right, Rickie? (Rickie nods.)
ANGELA: Oh...I was going to Jordan's band rehearsal
tonight...
RAYANNE: Oh. Well, that's okay. There's plenty others to
come to, right? Still got about a week and a half left of this
hell. (she smiles at Angela, showing she's not angry at her.
Rayanne looks at Brian.) What about you, Krakow. You coming?
BRIAN: (taken aback) Me?
RAYANNE: (looking around her, rolling her eyes.) Is there
another Krakow around here I don't know about?
BRIAN: Yeah. Sure, I'll come. (Brian exchanges glances
with Delia and Rickie, who both look confused by Rayanne's
invitation. Angela wasn't even paying attention. She was scanning
the hallway for Jordan. She spots him coming out of the
bathroom.)
ANGELA: I gotta go. I'll see you all later. (She kisses
Rickie and Rayanne on the cheek, and after a quick hesitation,
kisses Brian on the cheek too. Then she walks down the hall to
Jordan. Delia's face falls, but no one notices. Rickie and
Rayanne look at Brian questioningly.)
BRIAN: Um...I guess...we're friends again. (They both nod,
and Delia forces a smile at him. For some reason she seems
jealous.)
INT.RESTAURANT.AFTERNOON
Graham is sitting at the table, a pencil in his mouth. Hallie
comes in with huge books of carpet samples in her arms. With a
huge sigh she drops them onto the table and Graham jumps up.
GRAHAM: Hey! That's all the menu information! I was
working on that!
HALLIE: Sorry. (She picks up the carpet samples one by one
and drops them onto the floor. Graham, bends down and looks at
the top piece of carpet, which is an oriental pattern.)
GRAHAM: This is nice. That might look good over by the-
HALLIE: Just stop talking about rugs. I hate rugs. I just
spent the past two hours at that *stupid* store, arguing with
this unbelievably *ditzy* sales clerk about how many of these
books I could take out of the store.
GRAHAM: Two hours?
HALLIE: Yes, two damn hours! Can you believe it? I thought
there was an IQ requirement for someone to get a job in
Pennsylvania, you know?
GRAHAM: (smiling) Not around here there's not. You're
proof of that. (Hallie slaps him, and he laughs.)
HALLIE: (plopping down at the table) So what we got here?
(She picks up a paper and starts reading it.)
GRAHAM: Just some ideas for the menu, some possible
layouts, yada yada yada. You know the deal.
HALLIE: (picking up one) This one is nice. Where'd you get
it?
GRAHAM: (looking at it) Actually, that's one that Patty
made up. (Hallie looks surprised) Yeah, a long time ago she was
doing this printing job for some restaurant or whatever, and she
came up with this...*plan* and they didn't use it's just been
*sitting* around. I thought we could possibly use it.
HALLIE: (setting it down) Well, let's see what else you
got, first. (remembering something) Oh! I forgot to tell you! The
investors want us to meet with them tomorrow night, you know, to-
GRAHAM: Tomorrow night?
HALLIE: Yeah. Why, is that a problem?
GRAHAM: Um...no. I was planning on taking Patty out for
dinner or something, but it's okay. She'll understand.
HALLIE: (smiling) Great! Then I'll call them and let them
know it's all set. (She picks up her cellular phone and Graham
goes back to work.)
INT.LIBERTY HIGH.AUDITORIUM.EVENING
The auditorium is dark. Rayanne, who is playing Emily, is on
stage with Brett Cody, who is playing George Gibbs. They are
walking across the stage, slowly.
GEORGE: A *change*? Wha-what do you mean?
EMILY: Well, I used to like you a lot. And I
used to watch you as you did everything...because we'd been
friends so long... (The shot switches to Angela getting into
Jordan's car afterschool. Brian walks out of the school and sees
her, and she gives him a little wave. He tries to smile.) And
then you began spending all your time at *baseball*....and you
never stopped to speak to anyone anymore...(Shot of Graham and
Hallie in the restaurant, laughing.) Not even to your own family
you didn't. (Shot of Patty alone in the kitchen, staring out the
window sadly. She looks at her watch.) and, George, it's a fact,
you've got awful conceited and stuck-up, and all the girls say
so. It hurts me to hear them say it, but I've got to agree with
them a little. I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings...but I can't
be sorry I said it. (Rickie and
Delia come in the back door of the auditorium, and Rickie points
to the front row, where Brian is sitting, alone. He gives Delia a
small nudge, and she slowly walks down the aisle.)
GEORGE: I...I'm glad you said it, Emily. I never
thought that such a thing was happening to me. I guess it's hard
for a fella not to have faults creep into his character. (They
take a step or two in silence, then stand still in misery.)
EMILY: I always expect a man to be perfect and I
think he should be. (Delia hesitates for a moment, then sits down
next to Brian, with a smile. He looks at her, surprised.)
GEORGE: Oh, I don't think it's possible to be
perfect, Emily.
END
Author's Note: "Parachute"by Guster is off Parachute
there we stand about to fly/
parachute behind/
what was that moment for which we live/
without a parachute about to dive/
I find myself convincing/
blindly falling faster/
how easy/
I know the place I'm leaving/
and the rest is just gone/
oh the adoration/
but how much strength does it take/
for exploration for split decision/
or/
are you stronger to remain/
it crept up on me/
ignored all my pleas/
begging to leave/
no justice to name me/
fell out of the sky/
cease it to be/
without a reply/
gravity fails me/
but when I awoke/
I knew what was real/
hope to convince you/
lies they all torture me/
opened the door/
knew what was me/
I finally realized/
parachute over me
by: Guster
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