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               INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - BASEMENT - MORNING

               The maddening hum of an ALARM CLOCK! 

               PROFESSOR ALLEN awakes. He rises from the tattered orange
               couch, hair disheveled, caked drool on the side of his mouth. 

               The basement is messy. Empty Chinese food boxes scattered on
               the floor, clothes thrown about.

               Professor Allen is your normal guy, but pretty much keeps to
               himself. The only thing he cares about is being a teacher.

               A DOOR SLAMS upstairs.

               INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONT'D

               Professor Allen pours himself a cup of coffee. He watches
               from the window as his WIFE gets in her car and heads off to
               work.

               SERIES OF SHOTS

               Professor Allen goes to the master bedroom to find the door
               locked.

               Professor Allen takes a shower, then gets dressed.

               Professor Allen packs his personal belongings into his car.
               He places a box in the trunk, then covers the top of the box
               with a magazine.

               BACK TO SCENE

               The neighbor, EUGENE, sticks his head over the fence.

                                   EUGENE
                         Yeah, neighbor.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Good morning, Eugene.

                                   EUGENE
                         Finally hittin' the road?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yep!

                                   EUGENE
                         Join the club. Stay strong brother.
                         Remember, if you need anything...

               Professor Allen climbs into his luxury car and checks his
               watch.

               INSERT - Time on the watch reads 9:00.

                                                       MATCH CUT TO:

               INT. DORM ROOM - MORNING

               The pulsing numbers on the alarm clock read, 9:00. NIA sticks
               her head out from under the covers and presses the snooze
               button.

               EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - MORNING

               OSCAR, 21, jogs through the picturesque campus backdrop.
               Oscar is tall and handsome. He is the star of the basketball
               team and knows it.

               INT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - MORNING

               Oscar returns to his off-campus apartment. Inside the
               bedroom, an ATHLETIC RED HEAD sleeps in bed.

                                   OSCAR
                         Get up. It's 9:15.

                                   RED HEAD GIRL
                         I don't care.

                                   OSCAR
                         Come on, I have to make the bed.

                                   RED HEAD GIRL
                         Oscar, you still never asked me for
                         my name.

                                   OSCAR
                         At this point, does it really
                         matter?

               INT. NIA'S DORM ROOM - MORNING

               The alarm clock flashes 9:15. Nia sticks her hand out from
               under the sheets and pulls the alarm plug out the socket.

               Her roommate -- TAWNY -- enters the room, grabs her bookbag
               and heads off to class.

               EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - MORNING

               Oscar gets in his jeep and heads off to class.

               INT. CAMPUS BUILDING C - MORNING

               Professor Allen hesitantly enters the teachers lounge. Some
               of the PROFESSORS converge on him. 

               Professor Allen feels uncomfortable with all the unwanted
               attention he has been receiving lately.

                                   MALE PROFESSOR
                         How you feeling, Cliff?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm fine.

                                   FEMALE PROFESSOR
                         I can't believe she kicked you out
                         the house. She cheated on you!

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I don't want any problems. I'm
                         comfortable with it.

                                   MALE PROFESSOR
                         Always the classy guy. Where are
                         you staying?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm not sure yet. Holiday Inn I
                         guess.

                                   FEMALE PROFESSOR
                         If you need anything, and I mean
                         anything, don't hesitate to call.

               INT. CAMPUS - GYM - MORNING

               Oscar approaches NATE -- 20, black -- whose shooting hoops on
               the basketball court.

                                   OSCAR
                         You know, I can help you with your
                         shot.

                                   NATE
                         How much is that gonna set me back?

                                   OSCAR
                         Free of charge.

                                   NATE 
                         Nothing is free of charge.

                                   OSCAR
                         How much are you holding?

                                   NATE
                         Shit man, you thinking 'bout
                         getting high 10 o'clock in the
                         morning?

                                   OSCAR
                         What else am I supposed to think
                         about? The square root of this gym?
                         Some 16th century poet no one gives
                         2 shits about? As a drug dealer you
                         should be happy I'm asking.

                                   NATE
                         I'm a business man not a drug
                         dealer. I conduct business. 
                             (pause)
                         And I'm busted. Come by this
                         afternoon. I'll hook you up.

               INT. LECTURE HALL

               Professor Allen is emotional tired, but his day is just
               starting. He looks over the empty chairs, anticipating the
               arrival of his students.

               He grabs a piece of paper from his bag and starts to write
               the days notes on the black board.

               INT. DORM ROOM - MORNING

               Nia lurches forward. She checks the clock.

               INSERT - ALARM CLOCK - The time reads 9:15.

               Nia grabs her cell phone. The time on her cell reads, 10:11.

                                   NIA
                         Fuck!

               INT. DORM HALLWAY - CONT'D

               Nia bursts out her dorm room dressed, and sprints down the
               hallway, knocking over a girl standing by the soda machine.

               EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS

               Nia sprints across the grass field to the main lecture hall.

               INT. LECTURE HALL - MORNING

               The sound of CHALK against a black board ECHO'S throughout
               the lecture hall. Professor Allen continues to scribbles
               notes on the board.

               Nia and Oscar sit next to each other. Oscar checks his
               cellphone messages. Obviously bored, he leans into Nia.

                                   OSCAR
                         Got anything on you?

                                   NIA
                         I got some coke back in my room.

                                   OSCAR
                         I can't fuck with that the day
                         before a game.

                                   NIA
                         When has that ever stopped you
                         before?
                             (after a beat)
                         Have you noticed there is something
                         different about him.

                                   OSCAR
                         Who?

               Nia motions to Professor Allen.

                                   OSCAR
                         He's getting a divorce. I heard
                         Coach talking about it. His wife
                         cheated on him.

                                   NIA
                         Poor bastard. I hope this doesn't
                         fuck up my grade.

               INT. OLD TOWN TAVERN - NIGHT

               The after work crowd. PATRONS chug down beer and dispense
               their war stories about how the boss never listens to their
               ideas or how Jessica keeps stealing their stapler.

               Seated at the bar, almost out of place, is the human predator
               known as SCOTT. 

               Scott knows how to balance himself on the thin line of
               popularity and loneliness. 

               He throws back a shot. He stares at the patrons in their work
               attire. Nice suits. Silk tie's. Shinned shoes. He stares at
               his future and hates it.

               EXT. CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

               Professor Allen relaxes in his plush, grey leather seats
               listening to soothing jazz music.

               He grabs his coffee mug at a red light and takes a sip. He
               has totally lost himself in the moment as the light turns
               green.

               The car behind him slams on the horn, startling Professor
               Allen, causing him to spill the coffee all over his sweater.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Goddammit! Shit.

               INT. OLD TOWN TAVERN - NIGHT

               Professor Allen enters and heads for the bathroom. Through
               all the commotion, Scott spots Professor Allen heading to the
               bathroom. Scott perks up. Finally, something to do.

               Scott downs his drink and orders another. Professor Allen
               exits the bathroom and spots Scott at the bar. He knows this
               seems out of place.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Scott? What are you doing here?

                                   SCOTT
                         What does it look like?

               Scott pretends like he is drunk, unable to steady the beer
               mug in his hand.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         How did you get here?

               Scott notices the big wet stain on the professor shirt.

                                   SCOTT
                             (re: shirt)
                         What happened?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Scott, how did you get here?

                                   SCOTT
                             (laughing)
                         I don't remember.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Come on, I'll give you a ride back
                         to the dorm.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'm fine.

               Professor Allen doesn't want to overstep his boundaries so he
               turns to leave.

               This is not the outcome Scott sought. He thinks fast and
               starts to cry, causing Professor Allen to stop in his tracks.

               EXT. CAR - MOVING - CONT'D

               Scott lights a cigarette as the car travels down the empty
               road. He rubs his hand over the leather seat.

                                   SCOTT
                         Nice.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         You missed class last week.

                                   SCOTT
                         I had a fever, Professor.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I know you don't want to hear this
                         now but, you have to do better,
                         Scott. Pay more attention in class.
                         You have extraordinary potential
                         but your mind tends to drift --

                                   SCOTT
                         I heard your getting a divorce.

               This catches Professor Allen off guard. He's definitely
               uncomfortable talking about this with one of his students.

                                   SCOTT (CONT'D)
                         Bang some hot freshman or
                         something?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No.
                             (pause)
                         And for the record, she cheated on
                         me.

                                   SCOTT
                         You can't trust'em, Professor.
                         Fuck'em and forget. No tie ups.

               Scott sneezes.

                                   SCOTT
                         You got a tissue?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No.

                                   SCOTT
                         Who doesn't keep tissue in their
                         car?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I don't. Now, what dorm do you live
                         in?

                                   SCOTT
                         Most people forget that they have
                         tissue --

               Scott reaches for the glove compartment.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No! Don't!

               Professor Allen takes his eyes off the road for a split
               second, causing the car to slip into oncoming traffic.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Shit.

               A truck barrels down on them. Professor Allen swerves to
               avoid the truck and slams into a parked car.

                                                       FADE TO BLACK

               EXT. ROADSIDE DITCH - NIGHT

               Professor Allen and Scott come too. They both are a little
               shaken. Professor Allen grabs his cellphone and dials 911.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yes, I just have been in a car
                         accident on Route 103 -- 
                             (to Scott)
                         She put me on hold.
                             (pause)
                         Yes! Yes, I'm still here!
                             (to Scott)
                         Are you alright?

                                   SCOTT
                         Yeah.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                             (into cellphone)
                         We're alright -- just hurry.
                             (to Scott)
                         They have a car in the vicinity. 

               Scott gets out of the car and looks over the twisted mess
               which is the brown van they hit.

                                   SCOTT
                         Holy shit.

               Scott notices his still lit cigarette on the car floor. He
               picks it up and takes a puff.

               Scott's eyes move to the trunk, which is open. Something in
               it has caught his eye -- the magazine covered box.

               Scott removes the magazine to get a closer look at what's
               underneath. His eyes widen at what he has found. A box full
               of kiddie porn.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN (O.S.)
                         What are you doing?

                                   SCOTT
                         What the fuck is this?

               Scott grabs the box out the trunk.

                                   SCOTT
                         What kind of pervert are you?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Give me the box, Scott. Please!

                                   SCOTT
                         Holy fuckin' shit. This is why your
                         getting a divorce? Kiddie porn?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         My wife -- she, she caught me --

               INT. PROFESSOR ALLEN'S HOME - BEDROOM - DAY

               FLASHBACK

               Professor Allen is sitting on the edge of his bed, slumped
               over, watching one of the porno movies. His hands are down by
               his lap jerking off.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Oh, yeah... Yeah. That's good.

               His WIFE burst into the room, catching Professor Allen in the
               act.

               BACK TO SCENE

               EXT. ROADSIDE DITCH - CONT'D

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         She caught me. Six years. But
                         because I forgot to lock the
                         bedroom door -- it's my fault. I'm
                         so fucking stupid. I was going to
                         get rid of it. I swear. I sinned,
                         Scott. I'm evil. My god damn life
                         is ruined because of this...

               A light is shined in their face. The cop car pulls up.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Please, Scott. Give it back to me.

               Scott stands there with the box in his hand, a huge smile of
               enjoyment on his face.

                                   SCOTT
                         This is disgusting, Professor.
                         People like you need to be behind
                         bars.

               The COPS exit the car.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'll give you anything you want.
                         Anything. Name your price.

                                   SCOTT
                             (after a beat)
                         Okay. I want an A.

                                                       THE END

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