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				UNDECLARED: SEMESTER ONE

					by

				    A. Monroe









TroubleMakers Inc.
aleemmonroe@aol.com





               INT. DEL TACO BAD & GRILL -- NIGHT

               At the bar, an AFTER WORK GROUP enjoy's smoothies and beer as
               they retell their latest conquests in office politics.

               A commotion is heard at one of the tables! A young man
               proposes to his girlfriend. He gets down on one knee, extends
               the ring, tears rolling down both their eyes.

                                   GIRLFRIEND
                         I do. I do.

               Everyone claps, offering congratulations. Except for the
               STUDENT seated at the far end of the bar, wearing all black
               with a brown sombrero on. This is SCOTT, 20. 

               Scott is a pure bastard. He has rugged good looks to go with
               his black heart. Scott sucks down his beer with a sour puss
               on his face. His dark eyes glare up from under the sombrero
               brim.

                                   SCOTT
                             (to Bartender)
                         Give me a shot of vodka... and keep
                         it coming.

               POSTSCRIPT: SCOTT



               INT. LIBRARY -- MORNING

               TAWNY, 19, is sound asleep, face down in a book. The loud
               thump of a book dropping wakes her! She checks her watch --

                                   TAWNY
                         Oh shit.



               EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS -- MORNING -- CONTINUED

               Tawny scurries across the quad with an arm full of books,
               late for class. She bumps into a group of FRAT BOY'S, causing
               her to drop her books.

                                   TAWNY
                             (to Frat Boys)
                         A little help?

               The Frat Boys move on without a word.

                                   TAWNY
                         Men.

               POSTSCRIPT: TAWNY



               INT. NORTHERN COED DORM -- DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Nate, 20, black, stands in front of his 40 inch television
               watching cartoons and eating cereal. The campus security
               guard, ROY, 35, comes through the door and sits down on the
               couch.

                                   NATE
                         Fuck do you think your doing?

                                   ROY
                         I want to buy 3 pounds of --

                                   NATE
                         Do you live here? You just came in
                         the door like you lay your head
                         down here every night.

                                   ROY
                         It was open.

                                   NATE
                         Knock... or you ain't getting shit.

               Grudgingly, Roy gets up, goes back through the door and
               knocks.

                                   NATE
                         Who is it?

                                   ROY
                         It's me.

                                   NATE
                         You may enter.

               Roy re-enters.

                                   ROY
                         You got something for me?

               Nate moves to his private bathroom in his single room. He
               comes out with 2 thin packages of weed, the size of a TV
               controller. He hands it Roy. Roy hands the money over to
               Nate.

                                   ROY
                         Your luck you have the best shit
                         around here.

                                   NATE
                         No. Your lucky.

               POSTSCRIPT: NATE



               INT. SOUTHERN COED DORMITORY -- BATHROOM -- NIGHT

               NIA, 19, is dragged in by 2 friends. They take her to the
               toilet stale where Nia pukes.

               BATHROOM -- EARLY MORNING

               Nia staggers in with a wicked hangover. She moves to the
               toilet and pukes her guts out.

               BATHROOM -- MORNING -- NEXT DAY

               Nia staggers into the bathroom, drunk as a skunk. She looks
               like she's going to blow chunks. Instead, she drops down the
               toilet seat and takes a leak.

               BATHROOM -- MORNING -- NEXT DAY

               Nia stands at the mirror brushing her teeth, towel wrapped
               around her head like a turban, surrounded by other girls
               going through their morning preparations.

               A freshman girl runs into the bathroom and pukes right on the
               floor, unable to make it to the toilet. Nia looks at her,
               shakes her head.

                                   NIA
                         Freshman.

               POSTSCRIPT: NIA



               INT. SPRINGFIELD APARTMENTS -- BATHROOM -- MORNING

               OSCAR, 21, Latin-American, jerks off in the shower.

               APARTMENT -- LATER

               Oscar irons his pants, then lays them out on his bed next to
               his freshly ironed shirt and underwear.

               APARTMENT -- LATER

               Oscar straightens up his bedroom. He makes the bed, pulling
               the sheets back tight like a well trained cadet would.

               APARTMENT -- LATER

               Oscar, fully dressed, looks at himself in the mirror.

                                   OSCAR
                         Sexy bitch.

               Oscar grabs his car keys. He goes into his dresser drawer to
               get his wallet. Inside is a treasure trove of drug
               paraphernalia. He grabs his wallet.

               POSTSCRIPT: OSCAR



               INT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- DAY

               The hum of an electric mixer! Tawny looks through a
               microscope as busy bee's hum around the lab, hard at work.

               LEE, female, Asian -- passes by.

                                   TAWNY
                         Lee, can you bring me the new
                         samples?

                                   LEE
                         They're in the freezer... on the
                         first floor.

                                   TAWNY
                         I know.

                                   LEE
                         I have to carry up all those boxes
                         by myself?

                                   TAWNY
                         Use the cart. If you don't want to
                         help me, I'm sure Professor Dooley
                         can find another assistant to help
                         me on the --

                                   LEE
                         I'll get it.

               Lee mumbles something to herself in Japanese as she shuffles
               off. Tawny checks her watch.

                                   TAWNY
                         Not again.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- DAY

               Tawny scampers across campus. A hand comes out and slaps
               Tawny on the ass. She jerks around sharply to find Nia, her
               roommate.

                                   NIA
                         What's the hurry busy bee?

                                   TAWNY
                         I'm late... again. What's up?

                                   NIA
                         You know Mena? Well, we were in her
                         apartment the other day. She has a
                         rabbit. It's the sweetest little
                         thing --

                                   TAWNY
                         You know we can't have any pets in
                         our room.

                                   NIA
                         Your always jumping to conclusions.
                         They're not going to kick us out. I
                         happen to know for a fact that Mena
                         is very close with the guy at the
                         pet store. She can hook me up.

                                   TAWNY
                         Remember what happened to that kid
                         with the snake? I heard he's still
                         doing community service.

                                   NIA
                         I'll keep Alice in the closet --
                         and I promise she will be my
                         responsibility.

                                   TAWNY
                         I'm sure.
                             (after a beat)
                         Alice?

                                   NIA
                         Alice in Wonderland.

                                   TAWNY
                         I was more of a Dr. Seuss girl.

                                   NIA
                         One problem though -- the cage is
                         well over my meager budget. So, I
                         was wondering if you can take one
                         from the science lab for your dear
                         old roommate?

               Tawny's face clinches up. Nia already knows the answer.

                                   NIA (CONTINUED)
                         Please Tawny. You know I don't ask
                         you for much.

                                   TAWNY
                         You want me to steal a cage for
                         you. You know I can't --

                                   NIA
                         They probably have like 50 cages.
                         All I'm asking for is one. Nobody's
                         going to miss it. Thirty seconds
                         max.

                                   TAWNY
                         I'll think about it.

                                   NIA
                         Seriously, think about it.

                                   TAWNY
                         Okay! Okay!

               Tawny heads inside the building.

                                   NIA
                         I'm getting a rabbit.



               INT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- EVENING

               Tawny enters the empty lab. She moves to a large storage
               closet. She opens it with a key, revealing a stack of cages. 

                                   TAWNY
                         Get it over with Tawny.



               INT. SOUTHERN DORMS -- DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               Tawny returns to her room with a large garbage bag in hand.
               She removes the cage from it and places it under Nia's bed.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Tawny awakes. She looks over to Nia's bed, finding nothing
               but her Alice in Wonderland bedsheets.



               INT. DORMITORY -- HALLWAY

               Tawny exits her room. 

                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         Hello Tawny.

               Tawny turns to find SHELDON, 19, awkwardly approaching.

                                   TAWNY
                         Hi.

                                   SHELDON
                         Off to class?

                                   TAWNY
                         Breakfast.

                                   SHELDON
                         Would you like any company?

                                   TAWNY
                         No thanks. Bye.



               INT. CAFETERIA -- MORNING

               Tawny eat a grapefruit as she reads through a textbook. Nia
               enters, looking like she's been up all night. She gets a cup
               of coffee and joins Tawny. 

                                   TAWNY
                         Rough night?

                                   NIA
                         Don't get me started on that
                         asshole Scott.

                                   TAWNY
                         Well, I got some good news. I got
                         your cage.

                                   NIA
                         You did? Oh, I meant to tell you..
                         I decided against getting one of
                         those little critters.

                                   TAWNY
                         Why?

                                   NIA
                         The odor. Plus, they shed like a
                         cancer patient. I can't stand it.
                         The puffy eyes.

               Tawny leans in close.

                                   TAWNY
                         You made me steal a cage,
                         butterfly's in my stomach, and now
                         you don't want it?

                                   NIA
                         Just take it back.

               Tawny slams down her fork, grabs her books and storms off.

                                   NIA
                         Tawny. Babe. Don't start the day
                         off in a bad mood.



               INT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- OFFICE -- DAY

               PROFESSOR DOOLEY sits at his desk, glasses on his nose,
               struggling to do a crossword puzzle. He is a small man with a
               lot of nervous energy, talks quickly.

               Tawny sticks her head in.

                                   TAWNY
                         You wanted to see me, professor?

               Professor Dooley waves her in. Tawny removes a pile of papers
               off a chair and takes a seat.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Damn puzzles. I'm not good at this
                         kind of stuff.

                                   TAWNY
                         Then why do it?

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Because everybody else does. Would
                         you like some coffee?

                                   TAWNY
                         No thanks.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Should I have even offered you
                         coffee? Will I get in trouble if I
                         offer a minor a stimulant?

                                   TAWNY
                         I don't think so.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         That's a relief. 

                                   TAWNY
                         Jennifer said you wanted to see me.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         That's right. Thanks for reminding
                         me. Let's get down to brass tax. It
                         has come to my attention that you
                         stole an animal cage from the
                         inventory closet last night?

                                   TAWNY
                         Sir, I don't --

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Don't deny it Tawny. I have the
                         tape. Do you want to see the tape?
                         Do you want to see it?

               Tawny nods her head.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY (CONTINUED)
                         Do I want to see the tape? On
                         second thought, maybe we shouldn't
                         see the tape. Kind of embarrassing.

                                   TAWNY
                         First, I am very, very, very, very
                         sorry Professor Dooley. Second, it
                         will never happen again.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Your damn right it won't happen
                         again because I'm recommending that
                         you be expelled from school.

                                   TAWNY
                         Please. If you just reconsider. My
                         parents are going to kill me if --

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                             (laughing)
                         Just kidding. I was acting.
                         My daughter enrolled me in an
                         acting class a month ago. Suppose
                         to help you think clearly.

                                   TAWNY
                         If I'm not expelled...

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Here's what I'll do. You are
                         demoted from the special project.
                         You will assist Lee, and you will
                         return the cage in the morning or I
                         will have to contact the proper
                         authorities.

                                   TAWNY
                         Yes, Professor Dooley.

               Tawny gets up to leave.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         Oh, and Tawny... one more thing.
                         Let's keep the coffee thing between
                         these four walls.



               EXT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- DAY

               Tawny exits the building. Standing out front is Lee. She
               laughs as Tawny passes. Tawny doesn't acknowledge her.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               Tawny lay in bed crying her eyes out. Nia comes in.

                                   NIA
                         I heard what happened.

                                   TAWNY
                         I study. I don't do drugs. What do
                         I get for all my hard work? A
                         demotion.

                                   NIA
                         Feeling somehow that this is all my
                         fault, I want to make it up to you.

                                   TAWNY
                         Don't bother. It's my fault.

                                   NIA
                         You need to get out tonight.

                                   TAWNY
                         And get drunk? I just want to lay
                         here with a pint of ice cream and
                         die.

               Nia pulls Tawny out of bed.

                                   NIA
                         Your going. You need to get laid.
                         You'll feel much better.

                                   TAWNY
                         Leave me alone Nia.

                                   NIA
                         We can go to that FU party at the
                         Gamma house.
                             (thinking it over)
                         Yeah, that's it. Get up. Put
                         something on with a lot of
                         cleavage. We're gonna have some fun
                         tonight.

               SERIES OF SHOTS

               Nia rummages through her closet.

               Nia takes a shower.

               Nia straps her bra on.

               Nia does a line of coke.

               END SERIES OF SHOTS



               INT. GAMMA FRAT HOUSE -- NIGHT

               Tawny and Nia enter the FU party. A PLEG stands at the door
               wearing a polar bear costume. He greets the guest with a
               middle finger as they enter.

                                   POLAR BEAR PLEG
                         Welcome. Fuck you.

               The real party commences in the living room. A crowd huddles
               around the couch. They cheer on 2 NAKED GIRLS having sex.

               STAN, a frat brother, video tapes the whole escapade.
               Standing amongst the onlookers is Oscar.

               In another corner of the living room WESLEY, 23, dispenses
               drugs to 2 eager FRESHMAN GIRLS.

                                   WESLEY
                         What do you want?

                                   THIN GIRL
                         What do you have?

               Wesley reveals a bag full of orange ecstacy pills.

                                   WESLEY
                         Scooby snacks?

                                   THIN GIRL
                         The boys in the eastern have some
                         pretty dope shit.

                                   WESLEY
                         They're caffeine or codeine. Tell
                         ya what, try mine then come see me
                         tomorrow and tell me who's better.

                                   THIN GIRL
                             (skeptically)
                         Give me 2 more.

               In another corner of the room is B BOY, 20. He is the type of
               guy they tell girls nor to bring home to daddy. His nickname
               is derived from the white and black shell toe Addias he
               wears.

               B Boy tries to lay the rap down on a FAT CHICK.

                                   FAT CHICK
                         I bet you say that to all the
                         girls.

                                   B BOY
                         My game is a hundred percent G
                         proof. Let's say we get out of here
                         and head back to my place?

                                   FAT CHICK
                         I don't know.

                                   B BOY
                         I'll do the clam dive. I'll pound
                         your fucking box like a battering
                         ram.

                                   FAT CHICK
                         What about my friends? I drove them
                         here. How are they going to get
                         home?

                                   B BOY
                         They can come too.

               KITCHEN

               Nate is selling weed to a Preppy Dude. Nate's older, more
               militant brother, PIERCE, 22, lingers behind them. He's
               trying to open a bottle of Jack Daniels.

                                   PREPPY DUDE
                             (examining weed)
                         How much?

                                   NATE
                         Hundred bills.

                                   PREPPY DUDE
                         That's kind of steep.

                                   NATE
                         What do you expect from quality?
                         I'm not trying to sell you a bag of
                         oregano.

               The Preppy Dude hands Nate some cash. Pierce finally gets the
               bottle open. He takes a big swig.

                                   PIERCE
                         Oh shit! That hit the spot. God
                         damn! My throat is on fire... fuck.

                                   NATE
                         I got some hashish. Two for one.

                                   PREPPY DUDE
                         I got a guy, Chris, in the
                         Covington apartments.

                                   NATE
                         I'm here. He's not. You can schlep
                         it all the way to the Covington --
                         fucking 20 minutes -- buy some,
                         then spend another 20 coming back
                         here. Or, you can take 10 seconds
                         and buy this.

                                   PREPPY DUDE
                         Good point. You got any coke?

                                   PIERCE
                         Coke? All black people gotta be
                         coke dealers?

                                   PREPPY DUDE
                         No. I wasn't --

                                   NATE
                         Pierce, calm down --

                                   PIERCE
                         Fuck that. Take a hike white boy
                         for I stick my foot in yo ass.

               The Preppy moves on.

                                   NATE
                         Shit man, this is business. He
                         could be a loyal customer. You know
                         these white boys spend big money on
                         this shit.

                                   PIERCE
                         Fuck that motherfucka. Racist
                         cocksucker.

                                   NATE
                         Why's everyone gotta be a
                         cocksucker? Now I have to go and
                         straighten this out with him. Just
                         try not to say anything next time.

                                   PIERCE
                         Refresh my memory why I'm here? I'm
                         here to help you with your
                         temporary business endeavor.

                                   NATE
                         Don't remind me. More and more I'm
                         starting to think twice about our
                         little arrangement.

               Beer is dispensed through kegs in the kitchen. Another PLEG
               in a bunny costume dispenses beer into plastic cups. He hands
               2 cups to Nia and Tawny.

                                   BUNNY SUIT PLEG
                         F-U.

               At the front door, Sheldon and DEXTER, 19, try to enter. They
               are stopped by Stan.

                                   STAN
                         What do you little fags think your
                         doing?

                                   DEXTER
                         What does it look like?

                                   STAN
                         Your getting smart with me you
                         little shit stain?

                                   DEXTER
                         Gee, that wouldn't take much
                         effort, now would it?

                                   STAN
                         Sheldon, you better tell your
                         girlfriend to change his attitude.

                                   SHELDON
                         Stan, just let us in and stop
                         fooling around.

                                   STAN
                         I said no fags allowed. Why don't
                         you go back to your room and suck
                         each other off.

                                   SHELDON
                         Well then, I guess there will be no
                         more papers for you and your frat
                         brothers -- like the one I wrote
                         last week for your investment
                         class. What did you get on that
                         paper?

                                   STAN
                         B plus.

                                   SHELDON
                             (reaffirming)
                         A B plus.

                                   STAN
                             (to Pleg)
                         Let them in.
                             (to Sheldon)
                         In an hour, I'm gonna look up, and
                         you 2 better be gone.

               Scott pushes his way through the door. He scans the
               atmosphere -- the lesbian session going on in the living
               room, people dancing. His eyes stop when he spots Nia and
               Tawny.

               NIA AND TAWNY

                                   NIA
                         Look who just walked in.

                                   TAWNY
                         I'd rather not.

                                   NIA
                         I bet you think about him all the
                         time. In the morning, in the shower
                         when you --

                                   TAWNY
                         Shut up.

                                   NIA
                         Hold my cell.

                                   TAWNY
                             (taking the cell phone)
                         Your not going over there are you?

                                   NIA
                         Watch and learn grasshopper.

                                   TAWNY
                         Be careful Nia.

                                   NIA
                         Don't stand here by yourself like
                         some lame. Take a tour or
                         something.

               Nia approaches Scott.

                                   NIA
                         I saw you looking at me.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'm cross eyed.

                                   NIA
                         Funny. Clever.

                                   SCOTT
                         It got me to this point. Being
                         clever.

                                   NIA
                         Wanna dance?

                                   SCOTT
                         I don't dance.

                                   NIA
                         Want a drink?

               Tawny watches as Nia and Scott head for the kitchen. She
               takes Nia's advice and tours the house.

               KITCHEN

               Wesley, Nate, Pierce, and B Boy huddle around the island.

                                   PIERCE
                         Who's buying dinner tonight?

                                   WESLEY
                         Dinners on me.

                                   NATE
                         Caffeine pills again?

                                   WESLEY
                         These freshman broads will believe
                         anything.

                                   B BOY
                         Like you have a big dick?

                                   WESLEY
                         Your mother believed it.

                                   PIERCE
                         If you were smart you'd be doing
                         this all the time. 

                                   WESLEY
                         If I did it all the time, I'd get
                         burnt at some point. I have to
                         treat it like going down on a girl.

                                   NATE
                             (to B Boy)
                         Where's that freshman of yours?

                                   B BOY
                         Fuck should I know. Can't drag him
                         around every place I go.

                                   NATE
                         You mean like what I did for you?

                                   B BOY
                         Fuck you motherfucka. You should
                         have seen Nate freshman year. I had
                         to show him the ropes and shit --

                                   NATE
                         No. I showed you the ropes. How
                         fast you forget. Motherfucker from
                         New Jersey. You should have seen
                         the shape he was in. Couldn't even
                         pee straight. Remember the trip to
                         Penn State?

                                   B BOY
                         I'm going to slit your fucking
                         throat if you tell that god damn
                         story again.

                                   WESLEY
                         I never heard it.

                                   PIERCE
                         I have. Nothing special about it.

                                   NATE
                         Second semester of our freshman
                         year --

                                   B BOY
                         I told you not to tell.

                                   WESLEY
                         Too embarrassing?

                                   B BOY
                         No, but...

                                   NATE
                         There was sex, drugs, cops... girls
                         with big ass titties.

                                   WESLEY
                         Big ass titties? Now I have to hear
                         this story.

               TAWNY

               Tawny wonders about the living room. She bumps into Oscar.

                                   TAWNY
                         Excuse me.

               Tawny casts her eyes down on the lesbain session on the
               couch.

                                   TAWNY
                         Oh my god! What kind of party is
                         this?

                                   OSCAR
                         It's a party. Calm down.

                                   TAWNY
                         How could they degrade themselves
                         like this?

                                   OSCAR
                         Beer. Drugs. Peer pressure.

               Even though Tawny is mortified by the sight, she still
               lingers about.

                                   OSCAR
                         Enjoying yourself?

                                   TAWNY
                         What? No. Listen you, I don't know
                         who you are... if your implying
                         somehow that --

                                   OSCAR
                         You don't know who I am?

                                   TAWNY
                         No.

                                   OSCAR
                         Seriously?

                                   TAWNY
                         Does it look like I'm joking? Am I
                         supposed to know who you are?

                                   OSCAR
                         Well, yeah.

                                   TAWNY
                         Get lost.

               Tawny heads upstairs. She moves down the hallway. She stops
               at the bathroom door, which is slightly open. She peeks in to
               find a frat brother getting a blowjob.

               Tawny moves to the end of the hallway. She hears something
               pipping out from the behind the door of the last room. Sounds
               like laughing.

               Tawny places her hand on the door and slowly pushes it open,
               just enough to peek through. Her eyes widen at the sight --
               Lee doing a line of coke off the stomach of another girl.

               Thinking quickly, Tawny films the act with Nia's cell phone.

               ON CELL PHONE SCREEN

               Lee snorts the last line of coke, then licks the gils belly
               button.

                                   TAWNY
                             (low)
                         Fuck you.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: THE ABSENT MINDED PROFESSOR



               INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- BASEMENT -- MORNING

               The maddening buzz of an ALARM CLOCK!

               PROFESSOR ALLEN, 44, awakes. He methodically rises from the
               tattered, orange couch. Professor Allen is slightly
               overweight with thinning air. The only thing he cares about
               is his work.

               The basement is a mess. Empty Chinese food boxes are
               scattered about the checkerboard tiled floor.

               A DOOR SLAMS upstairs.

               SUBURBAN HOUSE -- KITCHEN

               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.



               EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- MORNING

               Professor Allen loads boxes and a suitcase into his trunk.
               The top of one box is ripped. Professor Allen drapes a towel
               over it, covering it's contents.

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

                                   EUGENE
                         Hey, neighbor.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Eugene... good morning.

                                   EUGENE
                         Finally hittin' the road, eh?

               Professor Allen nods.

                                   EUGENE
                         Join the club. Stay strong brother.
                         If you need anything don't
                         hesitate.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Thanks.

               Professor Allen gets into his car. He checks his watch.

               INSERT -- TIME ON WATCH READS 9:01

                                                          MATCH CUT TO:



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

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



               INT. APARTMENT -- MORNING

               Oscar enters, drenched in sweat from his morning jog. An
               athletic RED HEAD sleeps in bed.

                                   OSCAR
                         Get up. It's 9:15.

                                   RED HEAD
                         I don't care.

                                   OSCAR
                         I have class in an hour. I have to
                         make the bed.

                                   RED HEAD
                         You still never asked me my name.

                                   OSCAR
                         At this point does it really
                         matter?



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

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

               Tawny enters, grabs her bookbag.

                                   TAWNY
                         Heard they're looking for tutors.
                         The pay is little, but at least I
                         can make some pocket money. What do
                         you think?

               Nia is knocked out cold.



               INT. CAMPUS BUILDING -- TEACHERS LOUNGE -- MORNING

               Professor Allen takes a deep breath before entering. Some of
               the PROFESSORS converge on him.

                                   MALE PROFESSOR
                         How are you feeling Cliff?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm fine.

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

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

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Holiday Inn, I guess.

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



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Nate is eating a bowl of cereal. He flicks through the TV
               looking for something to watch. Oscar comes in, puts a wad of
               money on the table.

                                   NATE
                         Does anybody knock anymore?

                                   OSCAR
                         It's all there.

                                   NATE
                         Plus the points I hope.

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah, it's all there.

               Nate counts the money.

                                   OSCAR
                         You don't have to do that.

                                   NATE
                         I know.
                             (realizing it's all there)
                         Ha. My nigga. 

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah, well, considering the
                         alternatives... I'd rather deal
                         with you.

                                   NATE
                         Want some Honey Comb?

                                   OSCAR
                         No. Class. Check ya later.



               INT. LECTURE HALL -- MORNING

               Professor Allen is already emotionally drained, but his day
               is just beginning. He looks over the empty chairs,
               anticipating the arrival of students.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Nia lurches forward. She checks the alarm clock.

               INSERT -- ALARM CLOCK TIME READS 9:15

               Nia grabs her cell phone.

               INSERT -- CELL PHONE TIME READS 10:12

                                   NIA
                         Mother --



               INT. DORMITORY -- HALLWAY -- LATER

               Nia comes out the room dressed. She sprints down the hallway,
               knocking over a girl standing at the soda machine.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- MORNING

               Nia sprints across the grass field.



               INT. LECTURE HALL -- MORNING

               The sound of chalk against a black board echo's throughout
               the lecture hall as American History is underway.

               Nia and Oscar sit next to each other. Oscar surf's the net on
               his cell phone. Bored, he leans in to Nia --

                                   OSCAR
                         Got anything?

                                   NIA
                         I got some nose candy back in the
                         room.

                                   OSCAR
                         Sounds good but I don't tip the day
                         before a game.

                                   NIA
                         When has that stopped you before?

                                   OSCAR
                         Sassy. We need to stop kidding
                         ourselves Nia. I want you. I know
                         you want me.

                                   NIA
                         Have you noticed anything different
                         about Professor Allen? He seems
                         sadder then he usually is.

                                   OSCAR
                         He's getting a divorce. I heard
                         coach talking about it. Twenty
                         years of marriage down the drain.

                                   NIA
                         Ouch. Hope this doesn't fuck with
                         my grade.



               INT. OLD TOWN TAVERN -- NIGHT

               Seated at the bar, almost out of place amongst the after work
               crowd, is Scott. Scott is a master of balancing himself on
               that thin line of popularity and loneliness.

               He stares at the patrons in their work attire. Nice suits.
               Silk ties. He sees his future and hates it.



               EXT. CAR -- MOVING -- NIGHT

               Professor Allen reaches for his cup of coffee as the car
               pulls to a stop at a red light. Professor Allen 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 the
               Professor, causing him to spill his coffee all over his
               pants.



               INT. OLD TOWN TAVERN -- NIGHT

               Professor Allen enter and heads for the bathroom. Scott sees
               the Professor. He perks up. Finally, something to do. He
               downs his drink.

               A few seconds later, Professor Allen exits the bathroom and
               moves toward the door. He spots Scott at the bar. Professor
               Allen approaches.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Scott? What are you doing here?

               Scott pretends like he is drunk.

                                   SCOTT
                         What does it look like.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         How did you get in? Second thought,
                         never mind.

               Scott notices the big wet stain on the Professors pants.

                                   SCOTT
                             (re: pants)
                         What happened?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Nothing. How did you get here?

                                   SCOTT
                             (laughing)
                         I don't remember.

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

                                   SCOTT
                         Buzz off. I'm fine.

               Not wanting to overstep his boundaries, Professor Allen turns
               to leave. Thinking fast, Scott starts to cry. Professor Allen
               stops dead in his tracks.



               EXT. CAR  -- MOVING -- NIGHT

               Scott lights a cigarette and rubs his hand over the plush
               leather seat.

                                   SCOTT
                         Nice.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         You missed class last week... and
                         no smoking please.

                                   SCOTT
                         I had a fever. Hundred and three
                         temperature.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         You have to start paying more
                         attention in class. You have
                         extraordinary potential, but your
                         mind tends to drift at --

                                   SCOTT
                         I heard your getting a divorce.

               Professor Allen is definitely uncomfortable talking about
               this with one of his students.

                                   SCOTT (CONTINUED)
                         Bang some tight little freshman?

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

                                   SCOTT
                         Bitch. You can't trust'em. Put a
                         ring on her finger... that don't
                         mean shit.

               Scott sneezes.

                                   SCOTT
                         You got some tissue?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No.

                                   SCOTT
                         Who doesn't keep a couple of
                         tissues in their car?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         What dorm do you live in?

                                   SCOTT
                         Most people tend to forget they
                         have some in their car. Maybe you
                         have some in the glove, been there
                         for 6 months. You never know.

               Scott reaches for the glove box.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Don't!

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

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Shit.

               A truck barrels down on them. Professor Allen jerks the
               wheel, avoiding the truck but slamming into a guard rail.



               EXT. CAR -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

               Professor Allen and Scott are a little shaken.

                                   SCOTT
                         That was fucking great!

               Professor Allen grabs his cell and dials 911. Scott notices
               his still it cigarette on the floor. He picks it up and takes
               a puff.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                             (into cell)
                         Hello... I've been in a car
                         accident... route 110...
                             (to Scott)
                         Are you alright?

                                   SCOTT
                         Yeah.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                             (into cell)
                         We're alright... just hurry. We're
                         on route 110... route 110!
                             (to Scott)
                         They have a squad car in the
                         vicinity.

               Scott gets out the car and looks over the twisted mess. His
               eyes move to the trunk, which has been jarred open. 

               Something has caught his eye. It's the ripped box with the
               towel over it. Intrigued, Scott removes the towel. His eyes
               widen at the sight -- a box full of kiddie porn tapes.

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

               Scott grabs the box.

                                   SCOTT
                         What the fuck is this? What kind of
                         pervert are you?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Give me the box Scott.

                                   SCOTT
                         Holy shit. This is why your getting
                         a divorce?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         She caught me. My wife.



               INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- BEDROOM -- FLASHBACK

               Professor Allen is sitting on the bed, slumped over, watching
               one of the porn movies. He is jerking off.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yeah, yeah... that's good...

               His wife burst through the door, literally catching him with
               his pants down.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Honey. It's not what you think.

               BACK TO SCENE



               EXT. CAR -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Because I forgot to lock the
                         door... 20 years down the drain. I
                         was going to get rid of it, I
                         swear. My life is ruined because of
                         this.

               A light is shinned in their faces. The squad car pulls up.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Please, Scott. Give me the box.

               Scott stands there with box in hand. He knows he has
               Professor Allen over a barrel.

                                   SCOTT
                         This is disgusting. People like you
                         need to be locked up forever. 

               The COP exits his car.

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

                                   SCOTT
                         I want an A for the semester. No
                         questions asked. Deal?

               Professor Allen nods his head, then grabs the box as the cop
               approaches.

                                   COP
                         Are you and your son alright?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yes... and he's not my son.

               The cop looks over the damage. Scott takes a seat on the
               curb, nursing his wounds. The cop takes out his ledger and
               starts filling out the report.

                                   COP
                         You should have stayed in the car.
                         You never know what delayed
                         injuries can occur. What happened
                         here?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         It's my fault. I took my eyes off
                         the road.

                                   COP
                         Last month, this stretch of road
                         caught 5 accidents. Needs more
                         lights.

               The cop looks Professor Allen over. 

                                   COP
                         Have you been drinking tonight?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No

                                   SCOTT
                         Give him the Breathalyzer.

                                   COP
                         Where are you coming from?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         The bar -- just up the road.

                                   COP
                         And you were not drinking?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I just stopped to use the rest
                         room. Is that a crime?

                                   COP
                         Calm down. Calm down. What's in the
                         box?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Ugh, some documents. I'm in the
                         process of moving.

                                   SCOTT (O.S.)
                         He's getting a divorce.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                             (to Cop)
                         Mutual divorce.

                                   COP
                         I know how it is. Five years next
                         month. What's your name, sir?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Professor Cliff Allen.

                                   COP
                         Professor Allen? You teach American
                         history?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yes.

                                   COP
                         Angela Davis... my daughter. She
                         graduated 3 years ago. She spoke
                         very highly of you.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yes, Ms. Davis. She was always the
                         first one to get to my class. Smart
                         girl. How is she?

                                   COP
                         She moved out west 8 months ago.
                         Got one of those new tech jobs.
                         It's good to finally put face to
                         name.



               EXT. CAR -- LATER

               The tow truck driver, MARTY, secures the car to his truck.
               Professor Allen packs his things into the cab.



               EXT. TOW TRUCK -- MOVING -- NIGHT

               Marty, Professor Allen -- his belongings -- and Scott are
               wedged into the small truck cab. Marty is chewing on a half
               used cigar.

               Professor Allen glares out the window at the truck headlights
               shinning into the endless darkness. Marty notices.

                                   MARTY
                         I know how you feel. Don't worry
                         about it... if you have insurance.
                         But half the people I pick up
                         don't. They, my friend, are truly
                         screwed.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         That's comforting to hear. But I
                         got bigger problems.

                                   SCOTT
                         He's getting a divorce.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Jesus, Scott.

                                   MARTY
                         That's alright, man. Shit, my
                         cousin just got a divorce. It's
                         hard on the kids. Of course, I'm a
                         product of divorce and I turned out
                         okay.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         We don't have any kids. My wife,
                         she doesn't like children.

                                   SCOTT
                         You, on the other hand...

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN (CONT'D)
                         I was supposed to move into a
                         hotel. My damn car is totaled. I
                         can't do anything right.

                                   MARTY
                         Sounds like you need a stiff drink.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm not a drinker.

                                   MARTY
                         I know a place. Candy Land. On
                         Rogers Street.

                                   SCOTT
                         The strip joint?

                                   MARTY
                         My brother works there. You should
                         see the tits on some of those
                         girls. Real, and I mean real.

                                   SCOTT
                         Drop us there.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No. No. How many times -- that's
                         your problem Scott. You do what you
                         want and --

                                   SCOTT
                         Your about to go through a messy
                         divorce, your car was totaled, your
                         going to be living in a cheap motel
                         for who knows how long. What else
                         do you have to look forward to?

                                   MARTY
                         The boy is right. The boy is right.



               EXT. CANDY LAND GENTLEMAN'S CLUB -- NIGHT

               Marty drops them off. Scott helps Professor Allen with his
               belongings, placing the boxes behind some bushes in the
               parking lot.

               Professor Allen throws the box of kiddie porn in the
               dumpster.



               INT. CANDY LAND GENTLEMAN'S CLUB -- NIGHT

               Drinks, conversation and nudity. A deadly mix. Professor
               Allen sheepishly takes a seat at the end of the bar. Scott
               makes his way to the bar, where 3 topless STRIPPERS serve
               drinks.

               The blonde, VICKI, 22, smiles at Scott as he approaches.

                                   VICKI
                         You look lonely, sweetheart.

                                   SCOTT
                         I got my heart broken.

                                   VICKI
                         Agh, poor baby.

                                   SCOTT
                         My girlfriends leaving me for the
                         garbage man. She say's he's useful,
                         unlike me. Caused me to start
                         having chest pains. Doctor told me
                         I needed more sugar in my diet. So,
                         here I am.

                                   VICKI
                         What'cha drinking then?

                                   SCOTT
                         Beer for me and a beer for my
                         friend down there.

               Vicki looks at Professor Allen, who looks like a wounded
               puppy.

                                   VICKI
                         Two beers coming up.

               Scott joins Professor Allen. Vicki comes with the drinks.

                                   VICKI
                             (to Scott)
                         Who's your friend?

                                   SCOTT
                         This is...

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Cliff.

                                   VICKI
                         I'm Vicki.

               They shake hands. Scott downs half his beer in one gulp. He
               gets lost in the VOLUPTUOUS GIRL dancing on stage.

                                   VICKI
                             (to Professor Allen)
                         Rough day?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Excuse me?

                                   VICKI
                         Rough day?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Yeah.

                                   VICKI
                         I feel the same way sometimes --

               Vicki leans in, accidentally knocking over Professor Allen's
               beer.

                                   VICKI
                         Oh my god! I'm so, so sorry.

               Vicki grabs a towel and cleans up the beer.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No problem. Just beer.

                                   VICKI
                         How clumsy of me. Let me get you
                         another.

               Vicki moves to get another drink. She keeps her eyes on
               Professor Allen, who's wallowing in self-pitty. Vicki returns
               with a fresh beer.

                                   VICKI
                         On the house.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Don't worry about it. Accidents
                         happen. They happen to me all the
                         time.

                                   VICKI
                         I've been taking acting classes. I
                         saw a guy on Good Morning America,
                         helps to relieve stress and
                         anxiety.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         What's stressful about being a
                         stripper?

                                   VICKI
                         Think it's so easy taking off your
                         clothes in front of these slobs
                         every night? You think these jerks
                         care if I'm getting evicted, or if
                         my car won't start? Think they care
                         if my mother's sick? All they care
                         about is my boobs and ass.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Your right. I apologize.

                                   VICKI
                         Apology accepted... Cliff.
                             (re: untouched beer)
                         You want another?

               Professor Allen gets the point. He takes a sip of his beer.

                                   VICKI
                         You don't seem like our usual
                         customer. I'm not saying your a
                         fruit, but I have a good sense of
                         people. I can tell this is the last
                         place you want to be... just like
                         me.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Your still young to correct your
                         mistakes. Don't think that you
                         can't.

               Vicki moves to the other end of the bar to tend to a
               customer, though Professor Allen's words still stay fresh in
               her head. She comes back, pours herself a shot and downs it.

                                   VICKI
                         Want a lap dance?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I don't want to be rude. This is
                         your job and... I just want to
                         enjoy my beer and go home.

                                   SCOTT
                         What are you fucking kidding me? Of
                         course you want a lap dance.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         No. Wait... Vicki --

               Vicki comes from behind the bar, grabs Professor Allen by the
               hand and leads him into --

               CHAMPAGNE ROOM

               Vicki pushes Professor Allen on the pink couch. She dances to
               the music, shaking her ass in the Professor's face. He wipes
               his brow as Vicki removes his glasses and rubs them against
               her chest.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Be careful. Those are my only pair.

               Vicki climbs on top of Professor Allen.

                                   VICKI
                         I'll be gentle.

               She takes Professor Allen's hands and places them on her
               thighs.

                                   VICKI
                         Just relax Cliff. Your safe here.

               BAR

               Scott continues to enjoy himself. The voluptuous girl, BERRY,
               cozies up to him.

                                   BERRY
                         Buy me a drink?

               Scott pulls out a gold credit card.

               INSERT NAME ON CARD -- CLIFF ALLEN

                                   SCOTT
                             (to Bartender)
                         Give me the most expensive bottle
                         of vintage grapes you got back
                         there.

                                   BERRY
                         Big spender. I should stick to you
                         all night.

               CHAMPAGNE ROOM

               Vicki is done. She sits on Professor Allen's lap.

                                   VICKI
                         What do you do for a living?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I teach history at SU.

                                   VICKI
                         No shit. My mother was a teacher.
                         Ninth grade math.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Are you in college?

                                   VICKI
                         No. Not now. Just between you and
                         me, I've been saving my money so I
                         can go... go back I mean. I figure
                         I gotta shake my ass for another 5
                         months before I have enough to
                         quit.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         What are you going to study?

                                   VICKI
                         Art. I was good in high school. The
                         best actually. I even won this
                         competition when I was 16. Then my
                         mother got sick, and I had to help
                         out with the bills.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I know someone in the admissions
                         office. If your serious, I can put
                         in a good word for you.

                                   VICKI
                         You would seriously do that? Or do
                         I have to do something in return
                         for you?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I want to help if I can. If your
                         serious about school, why not. At
                         least I can do something good
                         today.

               Professor Allen pulls out a pad and pen from his blazer
               pocket. He jots down a name and number, hands it to Vicki.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Call her. Tell her your a friend of
                         mine and that I referred you to
                         this number.

               BAR

               Scott pours Berry another glass of wine.

                                   BERRY
                         We gonna sit here all night?

                                   SCOTT
                         You Batgirl or something? You got
                         some place else to be?

                                   BERRY
                         We could go in the back room and I
                         can give you a private showing.

                                   SCOTT
                         That sounds good. The only problem
                         is I don't pay for cunt. Why don't
                         you find another prick to squeeze.

               Berry throws her wine in Scott's face.

                                   BERRY
                         Faggot. I wasted 15 minutes on you.

                                   SCOTT
                         Bitch.

               Berry storms off. Scott heads to the bathroom to clean
               himself off. Berry heads toward BRUCE, one of the bouncers.

               CHAMPAGNE ROOM

               Vicki gets dressed. She hands Professor Allen his glasses
               back.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Thanks.

                                   VICKI
                         So, how rough exactly was your day?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         My wife left me for good. I got
                         kicked out my house. My car is
                         totaled, and I have to sleep in a
                         second rate motel for who knows how
                         long.

                                   VICKI
                         I get off in 30 minutes. If you
                         want... I can give you a ride.

               Hearing a commotion, they exit the room. They see Bruce
               dragging Scott out the bathroom and outside the
               establishment.



               EXT. CANDY LAND GENTLEMAN'S CLUB -- SIDE EXIT -- CONTINUOUS

               Bruce tosses Scott to the ground. Some of the bouncers block
               the exit. Berry comes out and throws a champagne bottle at
               Scott.

                                   BERRY
                         Your going to pay.

                                   SCOTT
                         You gonna sleep with me and give me
                         whatever fucking disease your
                         carrying?

                                   BRUCE
                         That's my girlfriend your talking
                         to.

               Bruce slugs Scott in the stomach. Professor Allen and Vicki
               push there way out.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Wait! He's just a college
                         student... just a kid.

                                   SCOTT
                         Shut up.

                                   BRUCE
                         I make my bones beating up college
                         kids like you. 
                             (to Professor Allen)
                         You his gay uncle or something?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm his history teacher.

               The bouncers share a laugh.

                                   BRUCE
                         Get the fuck outta here.

               Bruce moves to push Professor Allen away. In one motion,
               Professor Allen grabs Bruce's wrist and flips him over on his
               back.

                                   VICKI
                         Cliff.

                                   SCOTT
                         Holy shit.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I don't want to hurt you. Just let
                         us be on our way.

               Bruce gets to his feet.

                                   BERRY
                         Maybe he's right Bruce. Let's --

                                   BRUCE
                         This mothafucka's gonna pay.

               Bruce advances toward Professor Allen.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I warned you once. I'm not going to
                         do it again. I'm just defending
                         myself.

                                   BRUCE
                         Nobody embarrasses me in front of
                         my girl.

               Bruce lunges at the Professor, who takes him down rather
               easily.

               Two COP CARS pull up. They race over to the pack of people
               gathered at the side of the building.

               They find Bruce on his back screaming like a bitch, Professor
               Allen on top of him, holding him down in an arm lock.

               The cops whip out their pepper spray and douse Professor
               Allen. He crumbles to the pavement, crying in pain.



               EXT. CANDY LAND GENTLEMAN'S CLUB -- NIGHT

               From the back of a squad car, Professor Allen watches as the
               cops place Bruce in the back of the other car.

               Professor Allen's eyes are blood shot red. He glances at the
               doorway to see Vicki, looking on, worried. Scott approaches
               one of the cops. After a beat, the cop escorts Scott over to
               the car.

                                   COP
                         Your nephew wants to tell you
                         something.

               Scott sticks his head through the window and talks low.

                                   SCOTT
                         Don't forget about our little
                         arrangement.

               The cops get into the car and they pull off.

               SERIES OF SHOTS

               Professor Allen is taken to the police station and
               fingerprinted.

               They take Professor Allen's mug shot.

               At Candy Land, Vicki leaves for the night.

               Outside, Scott rummages through Professor Allen's belongings
               behind the bushes.

               Professor Allen is placed in a holding cell.

               Scott breaks into a car in the parking lot. He goes
               underneath the steering column and hot wires the car.

               END SERIES OF SHOTS.



               INT. POLICE STATION -- MORNING

               A cop unlocks the holding cell. Professor Allen sleeps on the
               bench.

                                   COP
                         Cliff Allen?

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                             (waking)
                         Yes. That's me.

                                   COP
                         You made bail.



               EXT. POLICE STATION -- MORNING

               Professor Allen exits the station, shielding his eyes from
               the burgeoning sun.

                                   VICKI (O.S.)
                         Hey, you.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Vicki? What are you...

                                   VICKI
                         I still owe you that ride.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- MORNING

               Scott pulls into the parking lot. With his shirt sleeve, he
               wipes down the steering wheel and door knob.



               INT. DORM -- BATHROOM -- MORNING

               Scott takes a shower.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Scott slips on a fresh pair of boxers and climbs into bed.



               INT. OASIS MOTEL -- MORNING

               Professor Allen and Vicki enter his motel room. The decor is
               an eyesore. Brown, suede bedding. Artwork from the 70's adorn
               the walls.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         Home sweet home.

                                   VICKI
                         This isn't half bad. At least the
                         bathroom is somewhat clean.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         You want something to drink?

                                   VICKI
                         Sure.

               Vicki moves toward the bed. Professor Allen heads for the
               kitchen inclose. He runs the cold water, splashing some on
               his still red eyes.

               He heads for the fridge, realizing there's nothing in it --

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm sorry. All I have is water.

                                   VICKI (O.S.)
                         That's alright.

               Professor Allen searches for cups. He takes the complementary
               coffee pot and fills it with water.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         I'm terribly sorry Vicki. I just
                         realized I have no cups either.
                         Hope the coffee pot isn't --

               Professor Allen re-enters the room to find Vicki sitting
               naked on the bed.

                                   PROFESSOR ALLEN
                         So, I guess your not thirsty?

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: THE POST GAME QUICKIE



               INT. H. DICKEY MEMORIAL SPORTS ARENA -- AFTERNOON

               The arena is emptying out, but you can tell a big game has
               just been played. Students linger on the court celebrating
               the big win.

               Oscar's at mid court, drenched with sweet, doing an
               interview.

                                   FEMALE REPORTER
                         Thirty points, twelve rebounds...
                         how many of these amazing games can
                         you continue to have?

                                   OSCAR
                         My teammates needed me today, and I
                         stepped my game up. I'm prepared
                         everyday to do what I have to do to
                         secure a win for my team.

                                   FEMALE REPORTER
                         What about the NBA? Have you made
                         up your mind yet?

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm not thinking about that. We
                         have an excellent shot at making
                         the tournament. That's all I'm
                         thinking about. When the seasons
                         over I will sit down with my family
                         and make the best decision
                         possible.

                                   FEMALE REPORTER
                         Thank you, Oscar. Well another
                         victory for SU as --

               Oscar heads for the locker room, shaking hands with some of
               the students. A piece of paper is shoved in his face.

                                   ANNA (O.S.)
                         Can I have an autograph?

               Oscar looks up to find the prettiest little red head he has
               ever laid eyes on. ANNA smiles as she hands Oscar a pen and
               paper.

                                   OSCAR
                         Sure.

               Oscar gives his John Hancock.

                                   ANNA
                         I'm a big fan of yours.

                                   OSCAR
                         Oh?

                                   ANNA
                         I even followed you in high school.
                         I grew up 20 minutes from you --

               Oscar's eyes drift from the paper to Anna's cleavage, then to
               her face.

                                   ANNA
                         What are you doing after the game?



               INT. DORM ROOM -- AFTERNOON

               Anna takes a seat on her bed and removes her top.

                                   OSCAR
                         You got a roommate?

                                   ANNA
                         Her grandfather died. Funeral was
                         yesterday.

               Oscar moves to the window, peaks out.

                                   OSCAR
                         When is she coming back?

                                   ANNA
                         This evening.

                                   OSCAR
                         Evening being what?

                                   ANNA
                         I don't know, between 4 and 7.

                                   OSCAR
                         Four and seven is considered
                         evening?

                                   ANNA
                         Don't worry. She's not coming home
                         for hours. I'll make it quick, but
                         I want you to come back.

               Oscar moves toward Anna. She removes her bra.

                                   OSCAR
                         Why?

                                   ANNA
                         So I can give you the full show.

               They kiss. Oscar pulls away.

                                   OSCAR
                         Let me get this straight,
                         theoretically, she can come through
                         the door any minute now?

                                   ANNA
                         I suppose. You scared of my
                         roommate? I thought superstars
                         don't get scared? I thought they
                         work good under pressure?

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm only human.

                                   ANNA
                         Human, I thought you were Superman?

                                   OSCAR
                         My body is a little sore from the
                         game. Maybe we should skip the bed
                         wrestling and you just give me a
                         blow job or something.

                                   ANNA
                         Don't worry, Mr. All American. I'll
                         take it easy on you.

               Anna grabs Oscar by his belt and pulls him in close. She
               unbuckles his belt with her teeth and proceeds to give him
               the mother of all blow jobs.

               Oscar is in heaven. His head goes back. His eyes close.

                                   ANNA
                         Does it feel good, Mr. All
                         American?

               Oscar is having too much enjoyment to answer. He zones Anna
               out, slipping into the pleasure dimension.

               Is that a microwave going off? A CONVERSATIONS in the next
               room? A BELL or a WHISTLE? Perhaps it's angles singing sweet
               nothings.

               FOOTSTEPS moving down the hallway. Oscar's face clenches up
               as he releases.

                                   ANNA
                         Told you not to worry.

                                   OSCAR
                         Damn, I sure as shit know what you
                         mean now. Fuck. What you say your
                         name was?

               The door swings open and in walks Anna's ROOMMATE. But that's
               not all. Her parents and 10 year old sister are present too,
               THE STEVENS FAMILY.

                                   ROOMMATE
                         What the...

               Mrs. Stevens grabs her younger daughter and covers her eyes.
               Oscar is caught in a bad situation, member still standing at
               attention. Anna is to embarrassed to move.

                                   ANNA
                         Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens.

                                   MRS. STEVENS
                             (to her husband)
                         Say something.

                                   MR. STEVENS
                         Your Oscar Sanchez, right?

                                   MRS. STEVENS
                         Bill!

                                   ROOMMATE
                         Dad.

                                   MR. STEVENS 
                         I know this seems awkward to ask at
                         a time like this... can I have an
                         autograph?

                                   OSCAR
                         Su-- sure. You got a pen?

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: THE LIFE OF A PARTY GIRL



               INT. CAMPUS LIBRARY -- DAY

               Study hall. Nia sits at the table pouring over a thick text
               book, at least that's what it seems.

               POSTSCRIPT: MONDAY

               She looks up and shares flirting glances with the JOCK seated
               across from her. Nia leans back in her chair and runs her
               fingers through her hair.

               She pulls some lipstick from her purse and applies some to
               her lips. Nia packs up her things and exits the library. A
               few seconds later, the Jock leaves.

               HALLWAY

               The Jock follows Nia down the hall --

               STAIRWELL

               Nia descends the steps with the Jock not too far behind.

               LOWER LEVEL

               This is one of those floors that nobody goes on. Nia enters
               into the bathroom.



               INT. LADIES ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

               The Jock enters. Stands by the door looking Nia over like a
               piece of meat.

                                   JOCK
                         My, my. Sweet cherry pie.

               Without acknowledging him, Nia moves to the bathroom stale.
               The Jock follows her in.

               HALLWAY

               Their moans can be heard from behind the bathroom door.
               Dexter comes down the steps, moves to the water fountain
               between the bathrooms.

               He leans in to drink when he hears Nia's moans. Excited,
               Dexter listens in. This is better then porn.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               The alarm clock RINGS.

               POSTSCRIPT: TUESDAY

               We move FAST FORWARD as Nia and Tawny begin their morning
               routine:

               Nia robes, grabs her towel and leaves the room. Tawny
               continues to linger in bed until Nia comes back wrapped in a
               towel.

               She throws a brush at Tawny, waking her up. Tawny robes,
               grabs her shit, and heads out to wash up. Nia smokes a
               cigarette then dresses. 

               Tawny re-enters wrapped in a towel. She puts on her clothes.
               Nia talks on her cell phone. Tawny does her hair and some
               last minute checking of her school work. 

               They exit the room.

               END FAST FORWARD



               EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS -- MORNING

               Nia and Tawny walk to class.

                                   NIA
                         I hate my shampoo. Feels like I
                         have to wash my hair every hour.

                                   TAWNY
                         Maybe it's your hair.

                                   NIA
                         Your getting smarter. Your
                         loosening up now.

                                   TAWNY
                         Is that a good smarter or a bad
                         smarter?

                                   NIA
                         Bad.

                                   TAWNY
                         I suppose some of you is rubbing
                         off on me.

                                   NIA
                         My work has paid off. Now, there's
                         one more thing I have to do. Did
                         you figure out who your going to
                         give away your cherry to?

                                   TAWNY
                         Keep it down. I don't want the
                         whole world to know.

                                   NIA
                         Why not? It's time to get your V
                         card revoked.

                                   TAWNY
                         It's not that easy.

                                   NIA
                         Scott likes you. I can tell. I
                         don't know what happened the last
                         time with you guys --

                                   TAWNY
                         He's a whore, Nia.

                                   NIA
                         Aren't we all.



               INT. LECTURE HALL -- MORNING

               Nia finds a note posted on the door of her class. It has been
               canceled for the day. Scott comes down the hallway.

                                   SCOTT
                             (re: note)
                         What's up?

                                   NIA
                         Canceled.

                                   SCOTT
                         Shit. I could be sleeping right
                         now.

                                   NIA
                         Tell me about it.

                                   SCOTT
                         Prick did this on purpose. He could
                         have told us last class. They like
                         to fuck with us.

                                   NIA
                         Yeah.

                                   SCOTT
                         Is this class boring or what?

                                   NIA
                         It's to early in the morning to
                         digest that kind of stuff -- and
                         that annoying voice.

                                   SCOTT
                         Stop. I could hear it in my head
                         already.

                                   NIA
                         My next class is at 4. It's like a
                         wasted day now.

                                   SCOTT
                         Maybe not a complete waste. I have
                         some weed back in my room. We could
                         kill an hour or so.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Sex is finished. Scott roles off Nia. Scott takes a bag of
               weed and a black chalice off his night stand.

                                   SCOTT
                         Your not half bad.

                                   NIA
                         Half bad? I'm a star baby.

               Scott fill the chalice with weed.

                                   SCOTT
                         I've had better.

                                   NIA
                         Fuck you.

               Scott lights the weed and takes a long drag. He gives Nia a
               shotgun.

                                   NIA
                         Like who?

                                   SCOTT
                         This black chick. Last semester.
                         Can't remember her name. It's easy
                         for girls. You could get fucked 10
                         times a day if you wanted.

                                   NIA
                         I wish. Most of the time we have to
                         settle. All the good guys are
                         usually taken by the time they hit
                         21. God damn shame.

                                   SCOTT
                         What if no one comes along?

                                   NIA
                         That's why vibrators were invented. 

                                   SCOTT
                         It such a chore to find good sex.
                         Good, sober sex. Me and you are
                         comfortable with each other, right?

                                   NIA
                         I guess.

                                   SCOTT
                         I know your body. You know mine. If
                         we're ever in the mood and can't
                         find anybody else... what if we get
                         together from time to time and
                         fuck?

                                   NIA
                         Are you asking me to go steady?

                                   SCOTT
                         No. It's more like fuck buddies.

                                   NIA
                         So I'm second rate now?

                                   SCOTT
                         No. I didn't mean it like that. I
                         call you. You come over and I fuck
                         your brains out. Then we each go
                         our separate ways. No phone calls.
                         No dinner. None of that boyfriend,
                         girlfriend shit.

                                   NIA
                         Just sex?

                                   SCOTT
                         No strings attached.

               Nia grabs the chalice and takes a long pull, thinking it
               over.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- DAY

               POSTSCRIPT: WEDNESDAY

               Nia sleeps. It's her day off.



               INT. DORMITORY -- HALLWAY -- NIGHT

               Nia knocks on door 3N.

               POSTSCRIPT: THURSDAY

               LINDSEY opens the door, doesn't say anything to Nia as she
               moves out the room.

                                   LINDSEY
                             (to Ebony)
                         Try to keep the room clean... and
                         keep your friend off the bed.

                                   EBONY
                         Can you leave now?

               Nia gives Lindsey the finger as she closes the door behind
               her.

                                   NIA
                         What's her fucking problem?

               EBONY, 19, is Nia's best bud and party accomplice. Ebony
               hands Nia a shot glass and fills it with Captain Morgan.

                                   EBONY
                         She's a real bitch. I can't wait
                         till this semesters over. I'm
                         getting a single next year.

               They down their drinks.

                                   NIA
                         You heard from Wes?

                                   EBONY
                         He's downstairs waiting.

               Ebony pours Nia one more drink, then one for herself. They
               down their drinks.



               EXT. DORMITORY -- NIGHT

               Wesley sits in his Jeep Cherokee, blasting classic Phil
               Collins. Ebony and Nia exit the building.

                                   WESLEY
                         What took you so long?

                                   EBONY
                         Beauty takes time brother.

                                   WESLEY
                         So does getting drunk. And we
                         already wasted 10 minutes.



               INT. VERONICA'S BAR -- NIGHT

               Party night. Drunk couples make out on the dance floor. Drunk
               couples make out at the bar -- where we find Nia and Ebony
               downing shots.

                                   EBONY
                         My chest is going to explode.

                                   NIA
                         Your Irish now. You can drink with
                         the best of them. Keep reminding
                         yourself that.

               VERONICA'S BAR -- MEN'S BATHROOM

               Wesley reveals his bag of ecstacy pills to 2 young students. 

                                   WESLEY
                         Scooby snacks?

                                   STUDENT
                         Are these real?

               LADIES BATHROOM

               Nia enters. The toilets are all occupied. Nia eyes the
               garbage can. She removes the top, drunkenly climbs on top of
               the can and begins to relieve herself.

               VERONICA'S BAR -- LATER

               Nia dances with a CHISELED GUY. His hands are all over her.
               They move to the bar. The guy grabs Nia and proceeds to stick
               his tongue down her throat.

               A gallon of water is squirted in their face from behind the
               bar. The female BARTENDER has a frown on her face, spray
               nozzle in hand.

                                   NIA
                         What the fuck bitch.

               The Bartender comes from behind the counter.

                                   BARTENDER
                         I'll squirt whoever I want bitch.
                         Your kissing my boyfriend.

                                   CHISELED GUY
                         Ex boyfriend.

                                   NIA
                         What? Fuck this.

               Nia turns to leave when the Bartender grabs her by the hair.
               The drunken cat fight commences. The mutual hair pull. The
               eye gouge. The bitch slap.

               Nia gets the upper hand and tosses the Bartender to the
               ground. Wesley rushes in and pulls Nia off. The security
               guards advance toward them. Wesley and Nia disappear into the
               crowd.



               EXT. VERONICA'S BAR -- NIGHT

               Nia sits on the curb puking her brains out. Ebony holds back
               Nia's hair.

                                   WESLEY
                         Hurry up. We gotta vamoose.

                                   EBONY
                         Want her to chuck in you car, Wes.

               A BUM jaunts up to them, hand out, beer stuffed into a paper
               bag.

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some change?

               They pay him no mind.

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some change please?

                                   WESLEY
                         Buddy, we're kind of busy here. I
                         think I saw some Mormons around the
                         corner.

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some change please?

                                   EBONY
                         What did he say, grandpa?

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some --

               Wesley reaches in his pocket and throws some change at the
               Bums feet.

                                   WESLEY
                         Happy birthday you basket case.

               The Bum disregards the change.

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some change please!

                                   NIA
                         Someone shut him up.

                                   BUM
                         Can you spare some change please!

               Nia jumps up and tackles the Bum.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               The sound of coke being SNORTED.

               POSTSCRIPT: FRIDAY

               Nia and Ebony sit on the floor, a tray of coke in-between
               them.

                                   NIA
                         No way.

                                   EBONY
                         You could have made the football
                         team with that tackle. It was
                         classic.

               We hear the sound of coke being SNORTED.

                                   NIA
                         What's the 411 for tonight?

                                   EBONY
                         Floor party in the eastern.

                                   NIA
                         Cool. What's the attendance like?

                                   EBONY
                         Good. There's a lot of hot shorties
                         on that floor.

                                   NIA
                         Cool.

                                   EBONY
                         Remember that dude from the eastern
                         who streaked through graduation a
                         year ago?

                                   NIA
                         Big kid with brown eyes. Name
                         starts with a Y.

                                   EBONY
                         Got kicked out of school last week.
                         Heard he threw the RA's TV out the
                         window.

                                   NIA
                         No shit?

                                   EBONY
                         Vie's old boyfriend.

                                   NIA
                         Now which one was Vie?

                                   EBONY
                         Vie was the girl who did the whole
                         lacrosse team our first semester.

               We hear the sound of coke being SNORTED.

                                   NIA
                         The eastern, that boy with the
                         curly, brown hair lives there.

                                   EBONY
                         Yeah.

                                   NIA
                         Cool.

                                   EBONY
                         Cool.

                                   NIA
                         Guess what?

                                   EBONY
                         Your father's Brad Pitt?

                                   NIA
                         No, silly. Tawny's coming.

                                   EBONY
                         Bout time she lost her V card.

               We hear the sound of coke being SNORTED.

                                   NIA
                         Fucking cool.



               INT. EASTERN DORMITORY -- FLOOR PARTY -- NIGHT

               A topless sorority girl streaks down the hall. Music blast
               loudly throughout the floor. Tawny is trapped in the lounge
               with B Boy.

                                   B BOY
                         I told that mothafucka to fuck off.
                         I ain't playin' -- put your fucking
                         hands on me.

                                   TAWNY
                             (uninterested)
                         Yeah.

                                   B BOY
                         You look hot in that dress.

                                   TAWNY
                         Yeah.

                                   B BOY
                         You look like Amy Smart in Road
                         Trip. Ever see that movie?

               Nia grabs Tawny by the arm and pulls her away.

                                   NIA
                             (to B Boy)
                         I need to borrow her for a minute

                                   TAWNY
                             (to Nia)
                         How come I always get stuck with
                         these guys?

                                   NIA
                         Let me tell you something about
                         guys. They like 2 kinds of girls:
                         sluts and good girls.

                                   TAWNY
                         Is that so?

                                   NIA
                         Your the good girl. That sweet,
                         innocent, blossoming flower.

                                   TAWNY
                         And what are you?

               THE FRESHMAN, 18, approaches B Boy and hands him a fresh
               beer.

                                   B BOY
                         Get any slit yet?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Most of these girls won't even give
                         me the time of day.

                                   B BOY
                         I was like you once. Couldn't get a
                         peep out of these bitches. Now I
                         get so much pussy the ASPCA wants
                         to neuter me.

               NIA AND TAWNY

                                   TAWNY
                         I think I made a mistake coming
                         here.

                                   NIA
                         Don't say that.

                                   TAWNY
                         I'm never going to find the right
                         one.

                                   NIA
                         This is college, Tawny. You don't
                         have to marry anybody.

                                   TAWNY
                         Well, that's what --

                                   NIA
                         Oh shit! That's him. That's him.

                                   TAWNY
                         Who?

               The boy with the curly, brown hair -- CODY, 20 -- has
               arrived. Nia is flustered. Tawny has never seen her roommate
               like this. Cody glances in there direction.

                                   NIA
                         He looked this way.

                                   TAWNY
                         Who is he?

                                   NIA
                         I don't know.



               INT. EASTERN DORMITORY -- DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               Ebony is making out with some DUDE. His hand runs down her
               chest and stomach to her kitty cat. She grabs his hand.

                                   EBONY
                         I'm on the rag.

                                   DUDE
                         I can do it from the back.

                                   EBONY
                         I don't eat where I shit.

                                   DUDE
                         So what shall we do? Lay here and
                         cuddle?

               FLOOR PARTY

               Nia and Tawny watch from afar as Cody talks to some girls.

                                   NIA
                         Look at them. Sluts. Look at her
                         shoes.

               The girls strike out.

                                   TAWNY
                         They're leaving.

                                   NIA
                         What should I do?

                                   TAWNY
                         Talk to him, stupid.

               Nia composes herself and approaches Cody -- who's pouring
               himself a cup of beer.

                                   NIA
                         Can I have one?

                                   CODY
                         Sure.

               He pours her a cup.

                                   NIA
                         You live on this floor?

                                   CODY
                         Unfortunately. I think I was the
                         only person who rejected this
                         little get together.

                                   NIA
                         I hate floor parties. My friend
                         dragged me here.

                                   CODY
                         My name's Cody.

                                   NIA
                         Nia.

                                   CODY
                         I like that name.

               Nia blushes.

                                   NIA
                         So, what's your major?

                                   CODY
                         Engineering.

               The DING from the elevator door opening takes Cody's
               attention away. Nia takes this opportunity and purposely
               spills the beer all over her shirt.

                                   NIA
                         Oh. My shirt. I can't walk around
                         like this.

                                   CODY
                         I have a towel in my room.

                                   NIA
                         Cool.



               INT. CODY'S DORM ROOM

               Cody retrieves his towel and hands it to Nia.

                                   NIA
                         How clumsy of me.

                                   CODY
                         Things happen. No problem.

               Nia dabs at her shirt with the towel. No luck.

                                   NIA
                         You have a blow drier? That would
                         work better.

               Cody fetches his blow drier from under his bed. Nia removes
               her shirt.

                                   CODY
                         The power is kind of low. It's an
                         old drier. What I do is --

               Cody stands to find Nia in her bra. She moves in, face to
               face. Nia throws the hair drier on the bed, places Cody's
               hand on her heart.

                                   NIA
                         Feel that?

               Cody nods.

                                   NIA
                         Your not like the other juveniles
                         around here. There's something
                         special about you. I want you
                         inside of me, Cody.

               Nia leans in to kiss Cody.

                                   CODY
                         Nia.

                                   NIA
                         Yes.

                                   CODY
                         I'm gay.

               FLOOR PARTY

               The DING of the elevator as Nia steps out. She looks
               defeated.

                                   TAWNY (O.S.)
                         Nia...

               Nia doesn't answer.

                                   TAWNY
                         What happened?

               Nia pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

                                   NIA
                         They story of my life.

                                   TAWNY
                         I don't think you can smoke that
                         here.

               The DING of the elevator door opening. Scott steps out,
               looking his usual rugged, dirty self. He catches eyes with
               Nia. She exhales.



               INT. FRAT HOUSE -- NIGHT

               Another random party. Another time Nia gets wasted. She
               dances on top of a table with Ebony, both drunk as a sailor.

               POSTSCRIPT: SATURDAY

               Nia falls off the table into the arms of another random dude.

                                   NIA 
                         My hero.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               Tawny awakes.

               POSTSCRIPT: SUNDAY

               She turns over, her eyes widen at the sight of a dude's bare
               ass sticking out from under Nia's sheets, staring her smack
               in the face.

               Nia enters the room, fresh from a shower.

                                   NIA
                         Morning.

               Tawny jumps out of bed and pulls Nia to the far corner of the
               room.

                                   TAWNY
                             (whispering)
                         Who the hell is that?

                                   NIA
                             (laughing)
                         I was hoping you could tell me.

                                   TAWNY
                         Nia --

                                   NIA
                         Does a guys ass make you
                         uncomfortable?

                                   TAWNY
                         It's not exactly what I want to
                         wake up to.

                                   NIA
                             (to the dude)
                         Hey, dude!

               He awakes.

                                   NIA
                         It's time to go. My roommate has a
                         problem with smelly, drunk boys in
                         her room when she wakes up.

               The dude slips on his clothes. Tawny's eyes stay glued to the
               floor. The dude moves to the door.

                                   DUDE
                         It's been wonderful.

               Nia closes the door and stands in front of the mirror,
               brushing her hair.

                                   TAWNY
                         I worry about you sometimes.

                                   NIA
                         Don't.

                                   TAWNY
                         Your my friend, Nia. You helped me
                         a lot --

                                   NIA
                         Don't get all Hallmark on me. This
                         is what college is all about.
                         Freedom. The only time you are in
                         your life. So you better make the
                         best of it.

                                   TAWNY
                         This is what you call freedom?

                                   NIA
                         I'm happy going out every night and
                         getting completely wasted --

                                   TAWNY
                         Are you... happy?

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: THE HUSTLE



               INT. APARTMENT -- KITCHEN -- NOON

               TIGHT ON A GUY'S FACE. No more then 20 years old. His lip is
               busted. He is sweating, face clenched in anguish.

                                   PIERCE (O.S.)
                         Are you scared?

               The guy shakes his head yes.

                                   PIERCE (O.S.)
                         How come we always have to go
                         through this song and dance? You
                         like getting roughed up? Cause I
                         don't mind coming here and kicking
                         your ass from time to time.

               A towel is thrown into the guy's lap.

                                   PIERCE (O.S.)
                         For your lip. Now, were's the
                         money?

               The guy points to his left. We hear sneakers moving across
               the floor... a cabinet door is opened.

                                   PIERCE (O.S.)
                         I trust you enough not to count it.

               We hear sneakers moving across the floor... the front door is
               opened.

                                   GUY
                         Tell Nate I'm sorry. It won't
                         happen again.

               Pierce stands in the doorway, stuffing a wad of money into
               his coat pocket.

                                   PIERCE
                         There won't be a next time.

               The guy's eye's widen when he sees Pierce pull a gun out his
               coat. Pierce aims it at the guy and squeezes the trigger --
               spraying him with water. Pierce walks out the door laughing.



               EXT. APARTMENT -- NOON

               Wesley waits in his jeep. Pierce exits the building with a
               big smile on his face.

                                   WESLEY
                         What's so funny?

                                   PIERCE
                         Nothing.

                                   WESLEY
                         What do you want for lunch?

                                   PIERCE
                         Chinese. I have a craving for
                         General Tso's chicken.



               EXT. CAMPUS LIBRARY -- DAY

               Scott tracks across campus to the library. 



               INT. LIBRARY -- CONTINUOUS

               Tawny enters, book bag in toe. She moves to the help desk,
               where the female LIBRARIAN, 65, flips through a stack of
               books.

                                   TAWNY
                         Excuse me, ma'am. I'm suppose to
                         start tutoring --

               The librarian looks up.

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         Tawny?

                                   TAWNY
                         Yes.

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         Second level. Your student is
                         waiting. You have 2 hours.

                                   TAWNY
                         Thank you.

               Tawny heads up the stairs to the second level. She glances
               back to the help desk where she sees Scott talking to the
               librarian.

               Tawny heads for the private room. She pushes the door open to
               find Oscar, waiting.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hello, tutor.

               LIBRARY -- FIRST LEVEL

               The librarian leads Scott into a back row. The librarian
               grabs a book off the shelf. Scott pulls out a pad and pencil
               from his back pocket.

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         What's the line on the Bears game?

                                   SCOTT
                         Bears. Three and a half.

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         God damn, I say god damn.
                             (thinking)
                         Gimme the Bears, minus the spread.

                                   SCOTT
                         No basketball this week?

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         Blew my bingo money on state last
                         time and it ain't gonna happen
                         again. Especially with the news
                         about Oscar.

                                   SCOTT
                         News? What news?

               SECOND LEVEL

               Tawny is surprised, still standing in the doorway.

                                   OSCAR
                         Come on in Tawny. We don't have
                         much time.

                                   TAWNY
                         What is this? Some kind of way to
                         hit on me?

                                   OSCAR
                         Don't flatter yourself. I need to
                         keep my eligibility. I must pass
                         science in order to keep my
                         scholarship. I'm barely getting by
                         with a C-.

                                   TAWNY
                         Don't you have people who do the
                         work for you?

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah, well... I have to do it on my
                         own this time.

               Tawny looks at him skeptically.

                                   OSCAR (CONTINUED)
                         Do you think this is some kind of
                         ploy to get in your pants? What
                         kind of person do you take me for?

                                   TAWNY
                         I know your type.

                                   OSCAR
                         Type? What's that suppose to mean?

               Tawny sits down.

                                   TAWNY
                         Nothing.

                                   OSCAR
                         No, no. Explain yourself.

                                   TAWNY
                         The American athlete. The jock.
                         Everything at his fingertips.
                         Spoiled, arrogant... I know the
                         type.

                                   OSCAR
                         What's wrong with a man enjoying
                         himself?

                                   TAWNY
                         That's what you call it? It was
                         degrading... what they did. But you
                         don't seem to mind.

                                   OSCAR
                         Is that what this is about? I
                         didn't force them. I was just
                         there. I can't figure you --

                                   TAWNY
                         Our time is running out. If your
                         serious about maintaining your
                         precious eligibility then I suggest
                         you open your book to the first
                         chapter so we can begin.

               Oscar complies.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- DAY

               Business taken care of, Scott moves back across campus. A
               hand comes out of nowhere and slaps him on the ass. Scott
               turns to find Nia.

                                   NIA
                         Hey, you. What'cha doing?

                                   SCOTT
                         What do you want?

                                   NIA
                         Some way to talk to a friend.

                                   SCOTT
                         Your up to something.

                                   NIA
                         I'm not the one in trouble.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'm not in trouble.

                                   NIA
                         I heard that Seth has a beef with a
                         football player. And if he has beef
                         with one, he has beef with them
                         all.

                                   SCOTT
                         Why the fuck should I care?

                                   NIA
                         Never mind then. Better if your not
                         involved.

                                   SCOTT
                         Fuck Seth. Fuck the football team.
                         Now, let's talk about fuck and Nia.
                         Tonight.

                                   NIA
                         I got some girl things to do.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'll come by after.

                                   NIA
                         I might not be home.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'll track you down.

                                   NIA
                         I know you will.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- DAY

               Pierce sits on the bed drinking a bottle of Welsh Grape
               Juice. Across from him is TOMMY, who is high as a
               motherfucker.

                                   TOMMY
                         Let me slide this time.

                                   PIERCE
                         Can't do that. My brother has a
                         soft spot in his heart. Hell, I
                         wouldn't even be here if it weren't
                         for said soft spot. If it were me,
                         you cocksuckers would pay up front.
                         But it's not up to me. Ergo, our
                         current dilemma.

                                   TOMMY
                         Did you just say ergo? You get that
                         from the Matrix Einstein?

               Pierce throws the soda bottle at Tommy, bursting against the
               wall above him.

                                   PIERCE
                         Where's the fucking money?

                                   TOMMY
                         I'm fucking broke, man.

                                   PIERCE
                         I'm busting you out Tommy.

                                   TOMMY
                         Fine. Take my coat.

               Tommy points to his leather jacket hanging on the closet
               door.

                                   PIERCE
                         What the fuck do I want with your
                         jacket? It's not even my size.

                                   TOMMY
                         Get it tailored.

                                   PIERCE
                         Value. I need something of value.

                                   TOMMY
                         My grandmother gave that to me on
                         my 18th birthday.

                                   PIERCE
                         Like I give a shit.

               Pierce eyes the computer on the desk. It's state of the art
               and it's perfect. Tommy follows his eyes to the computer, and
               he knows there's no way of talking him out of it.

                                   TOMMY
                         Fine. At least let me burn a copy
                         of my porno's before you take it.



               INT. APARTMENT -- DAY

               Seated on the leather couch is SETH, 23. He's watching sports
               coverage from 3 different TV's. Scott enters and moves to the
               refrigerator. He rummages through it's contents.

                                   SCOTT
                         When was the last time you went
                         shopping?

                                   SETH
                         When was the last time you got
                         laid?

                                   SCOTT
                         I don't know. Ask your mother.

               Scott removes a carton of orange juice and begins to drink it
               straight from the carton. He sits down next to Seth.

                                   SETH
                         How's it looking?

                                   SCOTT
                         I heard on the street about you and
                         some football player. You fucking
                         his girl or something?

                                   SETH
                         Vincent.

                                   SCOTT
                         That asshole linebacker?

                                   SETH
                         Which reminds me, I need you to
                         pick up 3 bills from him. Today.

                                   SCOTT
                         What?

                                   SETH
                         Motherfucker said he didn't bet
                         what he bet. He knows what he bet,
                         and I know what he bet. He doesn't
                         want to pay up.

                                   SCOTT
                         I got plans later.

                                   SETH
                         How's it going to look if a bookie
                         can't collect?

                                   SCOTT
                         Where's Kitty? Why can't she do
                         this?

                                   SETH
                         Her mother died. She said she needs
                         a vacation. I gave her 2 weeks off,
                         get her head straight.

                                   SCOTT
                         Vacation? All she does is sit
                         around here smoking weed and
                         painting her nails.

                                   SETH
                         It's in your job description.

                                   SCOTT
                         Since when?

                                   SETH
                         Since now, motherfucker.

                                   SCOTT
                         Is there a raise involved?

                                   SETH
                         Your the worker. Do the fucking
                         work, or I can easily find someone
                         else who will.

               Scott downs the rest of the orange juice and throws the
               carton on the floor. He heads for the door.

                                   SCOTT
                         I'm tired of your bullshit.

                                   SETH
                         Then get a regular job.



               INT. DORMITORY -- EVENING

               Pierce and Nate stand in the doorway, Pierce still holding
               the computer.

                                   NATE
                         What am I supposed to do with this?

                                   PIERCE
                         Watch porn?

                                   NATE
                         I already have a computer. I don't
                         need another.

                                   PIERCE
                         Can I at least leave this thing
                         here? It's heavy as a motherfucker.

                                   NATE
                         Where's the money?

                                   PIERCE
                             (re: computer)
                         Your looking at it.

                                   NATE
                         No. Sell it. I want cash.

                                   PIERCE
                         Cash? I've been lugging this thing
                         around campus, looking like an ass
                         your you. How come you have to take
                         IOU's from these crackers? You know
                         they ain't good for it.

                                   NATE
                         Look, bring back some greenbacks. 

               Nate slams the door in his brother's face.

                                   PIERCE
                         Dammitt!



               INT. RUSTY'S BAR -- EVENING

               Local blue collar place. Flannel shirts and work boots seem
               to be the required dress code. In the back of the bar is the
               pool hall, where Dexter and Sheldon are seated. Sheldon flips
               through a computer magazine.

               They seem out of place amongst the older crowd. Sheldon eyes
               2 LOCALS at one of the tables, RUSSO, 40, and his girlfriend
               SHERYL.

                                   RUSSO
                             (to Sheldon/Dexter)
                         You kids know how to play?

                                   SHELDON
                             (re: Dexter)
                         He does.

                                   RUSSO
                         Wanna play?

                                   DEXTER
                         Why not.

               Russo and Sheryl share a chuckle as Dexter approaches the
               table. He picks out a pool stick from the rack.

                                   RUSSO
                         What do you play?

                                   DEXTER
                         I don't know.

                                   SHERYL
                         How bout 8 ball?

                                   RUSSO
                         That's a man's game, fella. This
                         ain't no video game --

                                   DEXTER
                         Let's put some money on it then.

                                   RUSSO
                         Name your price.

               Dexter pulls out a 20 and puts it on the table.

                                   RUSSO
                         Fine with me. Hope your mamma won't
                         mind me taken your lunch money.

               Dexter chalks up the end of his stick.

                                   DEXTER
                         Just rack'em.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- EVENING

               Scott makes his trek back across campus. He pulls out his
               cell phone and makes a call.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Hello.

                                   SCOTT
                         What are you doing?

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Homework.

                                   SCOTT
                         Yeah, right. Meet me outside in 10
                         minutes.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         For what?

                                   SCOTT
                         I need you to run over to the
                         Bakersfield apartments with me
                         while I pick up something.
                         Afterwards, we'll get something to
                         eat.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         I thought we weren't going to get
                         close?

                                   SCOTT
                         It's something to eat. What's wrong
                         with that?

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Is there sex involved?

                                   SCOTT
                         I hope.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Then that's a date. I thought we
                         went over this --

                                   SCOTT
                         Who says it's a date?

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         A meal, then assumed sex. That's a
                         date in my book.

                                   SCOTT
                         Fine. I won't pay for your meal
                         then.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Forget it then.

                                   SCOTT
                         What? Let me get this clear, the
                         only way you'll come is if I pay?

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Correct.

                                   SCOTT
                         But you don't want to go on a date?

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Correct.

                                   SCOTT
                         So I'll pay. Then you can sit on
                         one end of the place and I at the
                         other. We won't even speak or look
                         at each other.

                                   NIA (V.O.)
                         Sounds good to me.

                                   SCOTT
                         Just be outside.



               INT. LIBRARY -- SECOND LEVEL -- EVENING

               Tawny and Oscar are at work. Oscar's cell rings. He answers
               it, to Tawny's dismay.

                                   OSCAR
                             (into cell)
                         Talk to me... hey, Cindy... I'm
                         with my tutor... well, she's not
                         bad looking though. I hope your not
                         jealous...

               Tawny gets up, arms folded in frustration.

                                   OSCAR (CONTINUED)
                         We're on a break... 10 o'clock
                         sounds good... I will.

               Oscar hangs up. Sensing Tawny's frustration, Oscar turns his
               cell off.

                                   OSCAR
                         It's off.

                                   TAWNY
                         Thank you. Should have been off in
                         the first place.

               Tawny sits back down.

                                   TAWNY (CONTINUED)
                         Think we can continue without every
                         bimbo on campus calling you?

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm tired of your hostilities.
                         Everyone can't be all buttoned up
                         and tight like you.

                                   TAWNY
                         Buttoned up?

                                   OSCAR
                         Your angry because you want to live
                         your life like this, but can't.
                         Why? Beats the shit out of me.
                         Maybe your just scared. I'm not
                         here for a lecture on how I should
                         live. I'm here to be tutored.

               Oscar slams his book shut. He give Tawny a look. She returns
               the cold look.

                                   TAWNY
                         If that's how you want it.

               Tawny closes her book, and they sit there in silence.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- EVENING

               B Boy lays on his bed, music blasting room his stereo. Pierce
               stands before him, computer in hand.

                                   B BOY
                         Do you ever see me on a computer?

                                   PIERCE
                         No. But there's a first time for
                         everything.

                                   B BOY
                         I don't know what to tell ya bro. I
                         don't want it.

                                   PIERCE
                         You could watch porn on this
                         motherfucker..

                                   B BOY
                         I got a DVD player.

                                   PIERCE
                         Fuck... where's that freshman of
                         yours live?



               INT. RUSTY'S BAR -- EVENING

               Dexter and Russo continue their game. Russo misses a shot.
               Dexter steps up to the table. The 8 ball is the only ball
               left. Confident, Dexter chalks up his pool stick.

                                   RUSSO
                         This is a big shot. For all the
                         marbles.

               Dexter takes his shot, slamming the 8 ball into the corner
               pocket, followed by the white ball, costing Dexter the game.

                                   DEXTER
                         Damn.

                                   RUSSO
                         You gotta ease up on those corner
                         shots. Best not play at a table
                         less you know that.

               Russo takes the balls out the pockets. He grabs the 20 off
               the table and hands it to Sheryl.

                                   RUSSO
                         Think it's past your curfew. Better
                         get home.

                                   DEXTER
                         I'm not going back without my
                         money.

                                   SHELDON
                             (faking)
                         He's right, Dexter. Maybe we should
                         go back.

                                   RUSSO
                         How bout we play another?

                                   SHELDON
                             (faking)
                         That's not a good idea. We should --

                                   DEXTER
                         Yes. We should.

               Dexter digs in his pocket and pulls out 8, 50 dollar bills.

                                   DEXTER
                         My uncle sent this yesterday. For
                         school supplies. Four hundred
                         bucks.

                                   RUSSO
                         I just cashed my check this
                         afternoon. My lucky day.



               EXT. BAKERSFIELD APARTMENTS -- EVENING

               Five FOOTBALL PLAYERS stand out front smoking and
               bullshitting around. Among them is VINCENT, 22. Scott and Nia
               approach.

                                   VINCENT
                             (to Scott)
                         Fuck do you want?

                                   SCOTT
                         You know what I'm here for,
                         Vincent.

               Vincent fishes 3 bills out his pocket and flashes it in
               Scott's face.

                                   VINCENT
                         Here it is.
                             (putting money back in
                              pocket)
                         Tell Seth to go fuck himself.

                                   SCOTT
                         Why do you have to be hard?

                                   FOOTBALL PLAYER
                         Kick his ass.

                                   VINCENT
                         I'm gonna fuck you up in front of
                         your bitch. Think you can live with
                         that?

                                   SCOTT
                         That's not my bitch. I just fuck
                         her from time to time.

                                   NIA
                             (to Scott)
                         Who you calling a bitch?

                                   SCOTT
                         Take it easy.

                                   NIA
                         Fuck you.

               Nia eyes one of Vincent's friends, MILLER.

                                   NIA
                             (to Miller)
                         Miller, right? We're in the same
                         American history class.

                                   MILLER
                         Yeah. Your the girl who sits in
                         front with the nice ass.

                                   NIA
                         Haven't seen you there much.

                                   MILLER
                         I dropped the class. Picked up
                         bowling instead. We were just about
                         to go upstairs and play some
                         domino's. You in?

                                   NIA
                         Sure.

               Nia leaves Scott's side and goes with Miller upstairs. 

                                   SCOTT
                         You gotta be kidding me.

                                   VINCENT
                         Not a good day for you.

               All of Scott's anger boils up. He bitch slaps Vincent. Bad
               move. Vincent socks Scott in the stomach, then all his
               buddies join him in stomping the stuffing out of Scott.

               Through all the commotion, somehow, Scott is able to pull the
               money from Vincent's pocket. He balls it up in his hand and
               takes the beating like a man.



               INT. RUSTY'S BAR -- EVENING

               Dexter knocks the 8 ball into the pocket. Game over. Russo is
               surprised.

                                   RUSSO
                         I didn't even get a shot. You
                         cleared the god damn table in less
                         then 2 minutes. What kind of shit
                         is this? Last game you couldn't
                         even make a shot.

               Sheldon quickly gets up and collects Russo's money off the
               table.

                                   RUSSO
                         You played me.

                                   DEXTER
                         I won fair and square.

               Russo moves toward Sheldon and Dexter. Sheryl blocks his
               path.

                                   SHERYL
                         Why did ou put up 400? You said you
                         were going to take me to AC this
                         weekend. Asshole. My mother warned
                         me about you. Once a loser...

                                   RUSSO
                         Sheryl, baby --

                                   SHERYL
                         Don't try to sweet talk me --

               Dexter and Sheldon take the opportunity to slip out the bar.
               Another successful night.



               EXT. RUSTY'S BAR -- EVENING -- CONTINUED

               Sheldon hands half of Russo's money to Dexter.

                                   SHELDON
                         This is getting too easy. Two
                         enterprising guys like us could
                         make a cleaning.

               Dexter slips on his shades -- even though the sun is going
               down.

                                   DEXTER
                         No. This is good enough. Let's go.



               INT. LIBRARY -- SECOND LEVEL -- NIGHT

               Tawny and Oscar are still at a stalemate. The Librarian comes
               by pushing a book cart.

                                   LIBRARIAN
                         You kids are still at it? Your time
                         is almost up.

               The librarian move on. Tawny begins to pack her things.

                                   OSCAR
                         Look, I'm sorry. There's a lot of
                         pressure on me. Coach would have
                         been out of a job if I hadn't come
                         along. My sister's pregnant. I got
                         5 other siblings at home. I need to
                         pass science so I can keep my
                         eligibility, so I can go to the big
                         league. Your very smart. That's why
                         I picked you --

               Tawny jumps on Oscar. They start kissing. Tawny is like an
               animal. Oscar pulls her away.

                                   OSCAR
                         Are you sure?

                                   TAWNY
                         Yes.

                                   OSCAR
                         What about the door? Someone could
                         come by and --

                                   TAWNY
                         Shut the fuck up and kiss me.



               INT. DORMITORY -- NIGHT

               Pierce stands before The Freshman room, computer at his feet.
               He bangs on the door. No answer. 

                                   PIERCE
                         Fuck!

               Pierce kicks the computer. He picks it up and storms off.
               Pierce waits at the elevator. The doors open and out steps
               Sheldon and Dexter.

                                   DEXTER
                         Nice computer.

                                   PIERCE
                             (getting into elevator)
                         Fuck this thing.

                                   DEXTER
                         It's broken or something?

                                   PIERCE
                         I'm trying to sell it.

               The elevator doors start to close.

                                   DEXTER
                         How much?

               Pierce shoves his foot in the door, sending it back open. He
               steps off the elevator.

                                   PIERCE
                         Five hundred.

                                   DEXTER
                         That's too step for me.

               Dexter turns to walk away.

                                   PIERCE
                         Name your price.

                                   DEXTER
                         Does it work?

                                   PIERCE
                         Shit ya. State of the art. Got it
                         from someone today. He owed me
                         money.

                                   DEXTER
                         I'll give you 200.

                                   PIERCE
                         Deal.



               INT. APARTMENT -- NIGHT

               Scott enters Seth's apartment. Seth is in his usual spot. He
               sees Scott, all beaten and bruised, his pride crushed. Scott
               throws the money on the table.

                                   SCOTT
                         I quit.

               Scott moves toward the door.

                                   SETH
                         How bout a raise? A hundred dollars
                         more a week.

               Scott stops to think it over, then continues on his way out
               the door.

                                   SETH
                         See you tomorrow.



               INT. DORMITORY -- NIGHT

               Pierce slams 200 dollars in Nate's hand.

                                   PIERCE
                         Here's your fucking money.

                                   NATE
                         Good work. I appreciate it. Your
                         help. How's about dinner?

                                   PIERCE
                         Chinese?

                                   NATE
                         It's your choice.



               INT. BAKERSFIELD APARTMENTS -- NIGHT

               Nia sits at a table playing domino's with Miller and some of
               the other football players. A lit joint dangles from her
               mouth as she slams down a domino.

                                   NIA
                         Domino motherfucker!

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: THE STREAK



               INT. DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               Friday night. The Freshman is in Sheldon and Dexter's room
               playing video games, MADDEN 07. Dexter is sleeping.

                                   SHELDON
                         This is pathetic.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         You play like a 7 year old. I can't
                         grasp what your doing.

                                   SHELDON
                         The offense I run is very complex.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Bullshit.

                                   SHELDON
                         I got an extra XBOX in the closet.
                         Got it from some guy on the
                         baseball team. Needed a paper in
                         economics.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Don't have the money.

                                   SHELDON
                         What about Lewis?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         He would buy it, but he went home
                         for the week. Supposed to be back
                         tomorrow. He never misses the
                         Saturday parties. I'll ask him.

               The door is open. B Boy sticks his head in.

                                   B BOY
                             (to The Freshman)
                         I've been walking all over this god
                         damn dorm looking for your punk
                         ass.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Sorry.

                                   B BOY
                         Come on. We got things to do.



               EXT. STREET -- NIGHT

               B Boy and The Freshman walk down the road toward the Quickie
               Mart. B Boy smokes a cigarette.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Explain.

                                   B BOY
                         Some guys prefer the landing strip.
                         If it's kept clean. The razor bumps
                         are a major turn off. Especially
                         when your down there bobbing for
                         apples. I like them clean and
                         smooth. No hair. The weird fucks
                         like that 1972 style, pussy looks
                         like the back of George the Animal
                         Steele.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Who?

                                   B BOY
                         George the Animal Steele. The
                         wrestler.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         I don't watch wrestling.

                                   B BOY
                         That was before your time.



               INT. QUICKIE MART -- CONTINUED

               A bored CASHIER GIRL, 20, sits behind the counter, text book
               open, but attention on the TV.

               B Boy checks her out. The Freshman grabs 2, 40 ounces. B Boy
               gets a bag of nacho's. They approach the counter. The cashier
               eyes them suspiciously.

                                   CASHIER GIRL
                         You look kind of young to be buying
                         beer.

                                   B BOY
                         You look kind of young to be
                         working in a gas station food mart.
                         Give up on life already?

                                   CASHIER GIRL
                         It's a part time job dick. Let me
                         see some ID.

               B Boy throws his ID on the counter. The cashier examines it.

               INSERT DRIVERS LICENSE PICTURE

               A current picture of B Boy, but his age says 25.

               BACK TO SCENE

               The cashier starts ringing up their food.

                                   CASHIER GIRL
                         That'll be $9.37.

               The Freshman hands her 2, 5 dollar bills. The cashier holds
               them up to the light, checking to see if they're fake.

                                   B BOY
                         It's a fucking 5 dollar bill.

                                   CASHIER GIRL
                         You seem like the type.

               She bags their stuff and hands it to them.

                                   B BOY
                         See ya next week, sunshine.

                                   CASHIER GIRL
                         Whatever.



               EXT. QUICKIE MART -- CONTINUED

               They exit, passing a guy -- IRVIN -- standing by the pay
               phone.

                                   IRVIN (O.S.)
                         Hey! Stick'em up.

               The Freshman and B Boy turn to see an ass smiling in their
               face.

                                   IRVIN
                         B Boy isn't it? Irvin. Halloween
                         party. About 6 of us smoked weed in
                         the back of the Western.

                                   B BOY
                         You were there?

                                   IRVIN
                         Yeah.

                                   B BOY
                         Sorry buddy. Can't say I remember
                         you.

               B Boy and The Freshman turn to walk away. Undaunted, Irvin
               tags along.

                                   IRVIN
                         What are you guys up to?

                                   B BOY
                         We're going to make a dirty bomb.
                         You in?

               Irvin reveals a fat bag of weed. B Boy's eyes widen.

                                   IRVIN
                         You guys wanna smoke?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         No thanks. We --

                                   B BOY
                         Hell yes. You got papers?

                                   IRVIN
                         You can't have weed without
                         something to smoke it with.



               INT. DORMITORY -- THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM -- NIGHT

               The Freshman down the last gulp of his 40. Irvin finishes
               rolling the joint. He passes it to B Boy, who lights it and
               takes a long pull.

                                   IRVIN
                         High school is all about status,
                         and I had a lot of it. 

               B Boy's mind is on the blunt, nobody's paying any attention
               to what Irvin has to say.

                                   IRVIN (CONTINUED)
                         I had every fucking girl. Black.
                         White. Latin. Even the Mexican
                         girls who couldn't speak a lick of
                         English.

               The joint is passed to Irvin. He takes 2 quick pulls and
               passes it to The Freshman. B Boy and Irvin sit on the
               Freshman's roommate bed. 

                                   B BOY
                         That must have been the shit.

               Irvin's demeanor changes as his grips his chest. Irvin
               charges up and pukes out the open window.

                                   B BOY
                         Shit man. Can't control your
                         liquor.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Please don't throw up in my room.

                                   IRVIN
                         I had some chicken earlier.

               Irvin hurls out the window again.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         This is sick.

                                   IRVIN
                         My head is spinning. I just need to
                         crash for a few minutes.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         I hope you got it all out?

                                   IRVIN
                         I just need to crash.

                                   B BOY
                         You can sleep on Lewis' bed. I'm
                         sure he won't mind.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         No. Sleep on the floor Irvin.

               It's too late. Irvin is fast asleep on the bed.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Why the hell did you tell him he
                         could sleep on Lewis' bed?

                                   B BOY
                         Dude needed to crash. Don't worry
                         about Lewis. He's a pussy.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         A pussy with giant, sharp claws
                         that will gouge my balls clean out
                         there sack.

                                   B BOY
                         Look'a here, I gotta take a shit.
                         I'll be back my nigga.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Dude. Don't leave me here with --

               B Boy moves out the room. The Freshman stands there a bit
               stunned. He takes a seat on his bed, joint still in hand. He
               puts it out, losing the mood to smoke. He stares at Irvin
               fast asleep.



               INT. THE FRESHMAN'S DORM ROOM -- AN HOUR LATER

               The Freshman sits on the floor, Irvin still asleep on the
               bed. B Boy has not returned, and the Freshman is pissed about
               the wasted night. He kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed.



               INT. THE FRESHMAN'S DORM ROOM -- MORNING

               The door SLAMS! The Freshman rises. Still groggy, he scans
               the room. Irvin is gone.
               The Freshman gets out of bed and looks over the remnants of
               discarded 40 bottles and nacho bags.

               Something takes his attention away. A smell. His nose
               searches the air for it's origin. He tracks the smell to
               Lewis' bed. The Freshman throws back the covers --

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         What the --

               There is a stain on the bed sheet. On closer inspection, it's
               not just any old stain. It's a shit stain.

               The Freshman knows the consequences if Lewis comes home to
               find a shit streak on his sheets.

               DREAM SEQUENCE

               Lewis comes through the door and sees the stain. He grabs The
               Freshman by the throat and throws him out the window like a
               rag doll.

               BACK TO SCENE

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Fuck me.

               The Freshman rips the sheets off the bed, rolling it up so he
               won't have to see or deal with the shit stain.



               INT. DORMITORY -- LAUNDRY ROOM

               The Freshman throws the sheet in the washer. He puts some
               quarters in the slot and grabs a discarded bottle of
               detergent and pours a good amount in. The machine starts to
               run.

               THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM

               He comes back, hit smack in the face with the smell of shit.
               He moves to the window and opens it. He looks at the mattress
               and sees problem number 2. The shit stain has seeped through
               to the mattress, leaving an even worse stain.

                                   THE FRESHMAN 
                         Fuck me.

               The Freshman runs out the room --

               DORMITORY BASEMENT

               The Freshman appears at the janitors closet. Knowing the door
               is poorly secured, he gives it a little shoulder action and
               it opens.

               He searches for something. He grabs a couple of bottles of
               cleaning products, a scrub brush, and heads out the room.

               THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM

               The Freshman pours a mixture of the bottles on the mattress
               and begins to scrub unconsciously -- to no avail. He only
               succeeds in making more of a mess.

                                   THE FRESHMAN 
                         Fuck me.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- DAY

               Nate is watching the Shawshank Redemption. The slurping
               sounds of a bong is heard from the corner of the room, where
               B Boy and Roy take turns. A pounding is heard at the door.

                                   NATE
                         Enter.

               The Freshman walks in, out of breath.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                             (to B Boy)
                         What happened to you last night?

                                   B BOY
                             (blowing smoke)
                         What?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         You said you were coming back.

                                   B BOY
                         What?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Last night! You had to take a shit.
                         Said you were coming back. I waited
                         for an hour.

                                   B BOY
                         Am I your bitch? I gotta tell you
                         everything? I got tired and went to
                         bed.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         I need you to come to my room.
                         There's something I have to show
                         you.

                                   B BOY
                         Your not gonna tell me your gay or
                         anything?



               INT. DORMITORY -- DAY

               The Freshman and B Boy stand before the stained mattress.

                                   B BOY
                             (holding his nose)
                         What the fuck is that smell?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         It's shit! Irvin took a shit on
                         Lewis' bed.

                                   B BOY
                         He shit his fucking pants? That's
                         abominable.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Why did you tell him he can sleep
                         on Lewis' bed? Now I have to clean
                         it up before he gets back.

                                   B BOY
                         It's his bed. Let him clean it.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Let him clean it? He's going to
                         grind my bones into a fine powder
                         and snort me up his nose if he
                         finds his mattress like this.

                                   B BOY
                         Did you try to clean it?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         I've been trying to clean for the
                         past hour.

                                   B BOY
                         You didn't do a good job then.



               INT. DORMITORY -- LAUNDRY ROOM

               The Freshman takes the sheets out the machine and throws it
               in the dryer.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- DAY

               The Shawshank Redemption is going off. Nate's eyes are red
               with tears. Roy is passed out on the floor. The Freshman
               bursts in. Nate quickly composes himself.

                                   NATE
                         What the fuck. Does anybody know
                         how to knock?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Come to my room. I need to show you
                         something.

                                   NATE
                             (suspiciously)
                         Were's  B Boy?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         In my room.

                                   NATE
                         What's he doing?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Just, please come to my room. It
                         will only take a minute.

                                   NATE
                         Well, since you said please.



               INT. THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM

               Nate and The Freshman stand before the stain. 

                                   NATE
                         How did it get there?

                                   B BOY
                         Someone shit their pants.

                                   NATE
                         Who?

                                   B BOY
                         Irvin.

                                   NATE
                         Who the fuck is Irvin?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         What should I do Nate? I've been
                         trying to clean this up all
                         morning, and I don't have the money
                         to buy a new one. The stench is
                         unbearable. Lewis will be back any
                         minute now. If he finds his bed
                         like this...

                                   NATE
                         Alright, alright.

               Nate takes a seat, sinking deep into thought.

                                   NATE
                         Steal a mattress from another room.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         How am I going to do that?

                                   NATE
                         Your a smart kid. Think of a way.
                         But it should be from another dorm,
                         where no one know's you. Now I'm
                         leaving. I can't stand that smell
                         anymore.

               Nate exits. The Freshman contemplates his idea.

                                   B BOY
                         How are you going to lug the
                         mattress across campus?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         With your help.

                                   B BOY
                         Oh, yeah?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         You got me into this mess. So your
                         helping.

                                   B BOY
                         Your doing all the leg work.



               INT. WESTERN DORMITORY -- EVENING

               The Freshman cases the floor. He spots a girl standing by her
               room door, next to the stairwell at the end of the hall, all
               dressed up for the night out on the town. The girl's roommate
               joins her, and they move down the stairwell.

               The Freshman has found what he was looking for.



               EXT. DORMITORY -- BACK EXIT -- EVENING

               B Boy and The Freshman come out the door carrying the
               mattress. B Boy holds it from the back, far from the stain.
               The Freshman peeks around the corner. The coast is clear.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Come on.

               They dart across to the opposite building. They move through
               the back of the buildings, through dirt and mud.



               INT. WESTERN DORMITORY -- STAIRWELL -- EVENING

               They lug the mattress up the steps. They place the mattress
               up against the wall and enter into the 3rd floor.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         This is the room. It's perfect.
                         Right next to the steps. Two
                         chicks, gone for the night.

               B Boy reveals a small lock pick and begins to jimmy the door.
               After a few seconds, they gain access into the room -- which
               is decorated in pink and sky blue.

               B Boy moves to one of the beds and picks up a pink nightie. B
               Boy stuff's it in his pocket as The Freshman removes the
               sheets from the other bed.

                                   THE FRESHMAN 
                         Jesus Christ. Give me a hand with
                         this mattress.

               They carry the mattress out into the hallway, then into the
               stairwell. They grab the tainted mattress and carry it into
               the room. The Freshman puts the sheets back on.



               EXT. CAMPUS -- EVENING

               The Freshman and B Boy carry the mattress back across campus.



               INT. THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM

               The enter with the mattress. The Freshman puts the sheets on. 

                                   B BOY
                         My work here is done. I'll be at
                         Nate's.

               B Boy exits the room. The Freshman breathes a sigh of relief.
               His first of the day. He crashes down on the bed and passes
               out.

               THE FRESHMAN'S ROOM -- MINUTES LATER

               The door opens and in walks Lewis. He drops his bag on the
               floor and moves to the closet.

               The Freshman's eyes shoot open.

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Your back. How was your trip?

                                   LEWIS
                         Got high. Got laid. Did a wash. It
                         was cool.

               Lewis attention is drawn away from something.

                                   LEWIS
                         You smell that?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         No.

                                   LEWIS
                         You don't?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         I don't smell anything Lewis.

               Lewis moves around the room, trying to put a finger on where
               the smell is coming from.

                                   LEWIS
                         Did you fart or something?

                                   THE FRESHMAN
                         Yes. I did. You got me.

                                   LEWIS
                         Open a window or something.



               INT. WESTERN DORMITORY -- NIGHT

               The 2 girls return from a night of hard partying. They flick
               on the light.

                                   GIRL #1
                         God, she was a real bitch.

                                   GIRL #2
                         Tell me about it.

                                   GIRL #1
                         What the fuck is that smell?

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               POSTSCRIPT: TAWNY'S REVENGE



               INT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- MORNING

               Lab work commences. Tawny works with Lee.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         All warfare is based on deception,
                         cunning, smarts, and strength. The
                         general who wins a battle makes
                         many calculations in his temple
                         before the battle is fought.

                                   LEE
                         Tawny, can you run down to the
                         inventory room and fetch me a box
                         of beakers.

               Tawny moves toward the door.

                                   LEE (CONTINUED)
                         Be careful Tawny. Things have been
                         disappearing around here. I don't
                         want anything to happen to you.

               Every one laughs. Undaunted, Tawny continues out the room.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         Conceal your disposition. There are
                         many dangerous faults that can
                         affect a warriors thinking. One is
                         a foolhardy temper, which can be
                         evoked by clever insults by ones
                         enemy. Appear where you are not
                         expected.



               INT. LIBRARY -- MORNING

               Books are stacked on the table as Lee pours over her notes.
               Tawny approaches, sits her laptop down on the table. A video
               starts to play.

               Lee is surprised to see the video that Tawny shot at the FU
               party with Nia's cell phone. Lee knows she is in deep shit.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         Your best weapon is surprise. That
                         is the warriors biggest advantage
                         and must be revealed at the most
                         opportunistic point.

                                   LEE
                         Why are you showing me this?

                                   TAWNY
                         Listen and don't speak. You will go
                         to Professor Dooley and tell him
                         you want off the project because
                         you can't handle the pressure. Do
                         you understand so far?

               Lee nods her head.

                                   TAWNY
                         If you do not comply with my
                         demands, this little video will be
                         placed on Youtube and emailed to
                         all 30,000 students and faculty.
                         Got it?

               Lee nods her head. Tawny closes her laptop and moves off.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         A warrior must always stay focused.
                         Once his plans have been revealed,
                         he has little time to waste.



               INT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- OFFICE -- DAY

               Lee sits in front of Professor Dooley, explaining why she
               wants off the project.

               PROFESSOR DOOLEY'S OFFICE -- LATER

               Professor Dooley informs Tawny of the sudden change in plans.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         So, as you see, I am putting you
                         back in the big spot. You are the
                         head honcho again. Don't disappoint
                         me again Tawny.

                                   TAWNY
                         I won't, professor. 

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         Do not overtax youR men or
                         overspread your advantage if one
                         has many enemies to conquer.



               EXT. CHEMISTRY LAB -- NIGHT

               Professor Dooley leaves the office. He climbs into his
               purple, VW Beetle. The car starts to pull off when he notices
               the car lagging a little.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         What in the golly, blue, blazes --

               Professor Dooley exits the car and notices he has a flat
               tire.

                                   PROFESSOR DOOLEY
                         God damn motherfucker!

               Tawny looks on from behind the bushes. A smile of approval
               etched on her face. She holds a knife in her hand. Tawny
               folds the knife close and places it in her pocket.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         Making no mistake is what
                         establishes the certainty of
                         victory. But be careful, the enemy
                         can come in the form of friend or
                         foe. If friend reveals himself as
                         deceitful, be cautious.



               INT. CAFETERIA -- MORNING

               Nia and Tawny eat breakfast. Nia turns her attention away for
               a brief second, allowing Tawny to slip a white pill into her
               tea cup -- which instantly dissolves.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         Though, keep in mind that if you
                         know the enemy and know yourself,
                         you need not fear the result of a
                         battle.



               INT. BUILDING -- LECTURE HALL -- DAY

               Nia sits in class. Suddenly, she feels a pain in her side.
               Nia moves uncomfortably in her chair. Something is about to
               explode in her.

               Nia grabs her books and exits the lecture hall in a cloud of
               dust.



               INT. DORMITORY -- BATHROOM

               Nia takes a monster shit.



               INT. DORM ROOM -- NIGHT

               Tawny and Nia lay in bed watching TV. Nia feels something
               about to explode in her again.

                                   NIA
                         Shit.

               She leaps out of bed and darts out the room.



               EXT. DORMITORY -- ROOF -- NIGHT

               Tawny smokes a cigarette in her pajamas, looking out at the
               vast campus backdrop -- reviling in her private victory.

                                   ANCIENT NINJA WARRIOR (V.O.)
                         The most clever warrior fights
                         battles that do not exist. Battles
                         that only one or two people might
                         have some knowledge of. His
                         victories bring him neither acclaim
                         nor courage, nor reputation.
                         For the world at large knows
                         nothing of them. He receives no
                         credit.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. EAT & PARK DINER -- NIGHT OF THE FU PARTY -- NIGHT

               Nate, Wesley, B Boy, and Pierce sit at a booth, halfway
               through their meals.

               Everyone eats breakfast: pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon,
               sausage, toast. B Boy eats the classic American cheeseburger
               and fries.

               The diner is sparsely occupied with nocturnal animals looking
               for their last meal of the night.

                                   B BOY
                         Where the hell is the waitress?

                                   NATE
                             (to Wesley)
                         Pass the maple syrup.

               B Boy spots the waitress, waves her over as Nate drowns his
               pancakes in syrup.

                                   WAITRESS
                         Need anything?

                                   B BOY
                             (handing her his glass)
                         Milk. I need a refill.

               The waitress takes the glass, moves off.

                                   B BOY
                         Nice legs. Could'a had a better
                         attitude, though.

                                   NATE
                         This is a shit job, making shit
                         money. The last thing she wants to
                         do is smile. She wants to take your
                         plate of food and shove it in your
                         face.

                                   B BOY
                         Like I care. Just make sure my meal
                         is hot and drink is cold.

               The waitress comes back, puts the filled glass on the table.

                                   B BOY
                         Milk does a body good.

               Not amused, the waitress moves on.

                                   PIERCE
                         Strike 2.

                                   WESLEY
                         She does have a sweet pair of legs
                         though.
                             (beat)
                         You know who I'd fuck? Kelly
                         Clarkson.

                                   NATE
                         Whoa! How'd we get from nice legs
                         to you know who I want to fuck?

                                   WESLEY
                         That's a seamless transition. Legs,
                         fuck.

                                   B BOY 
                         Kelly Clarkson doesn't do it for
                         me.

                                   WESLEY
                         I love a girl with some meat on
                         her. She's very underrated.

                                   B BOY
                         She seems like a phony.

                                   PIERCE
                         Everyone's a phony.

                                   B BOY
                         Not me. I'm an OG bitch.

                                   WESLEY
                         See, you motherfuckers are in love
                         with the Pamela Anderson types.
                         Watermelons for tits, blonde hair,
                         wafer thin waist, wafer thin mind.

                                   NATE
                         Step your game up. Pam is old news.
                         I'm talking about Jessica Alba --
                         but she looks like the type who
                         won't fuck wit a nigga. Know what
                         I'm sayin'?

                                   PIERCE
                         Halle. It don't get no better.
                         Face, tits, figure, ass... original
                         tits might I add. They don't
                         make'em like that no more.

                                   B BOY
                         Britney. I'm talkin' bout young and
                         cute Britney. Before K-Fag came
                         along and fucked her up. Shit man,
                         I even sat through that dumb as
                         movie she was in, just ta look at
                         her.

                                   NATE
                         That cross country shit?

                                   B BOY
                         Yep. Seen it twice.

                                   PIERCE
                         That's pathetic.

                                   B BOY
                         Like you ain't never done some shit
                         like that before?

                                   PIERCE
                         Did you pay to see it?

                                   B BOY
                         Yeah. I rented the video.

                                   PIERCE
                         That's even worse.

                                   WESLEY
                         Were you with a girl?

                                   B BOY
                         Yeah. It was either that or
                         Robocop, and I know I wouldn'ta
                         gotten laid if I brought home
                         Robocop.

                                   NATE
                         You know, I just realized that
                         Robocop is the Bionic Man. The same
                         fucking story.
                         It's like they couldn't get the
                         rights to Bionic Man so they said
                         fuck it, we'll make up some shit,
                         put it in the future, make him a
                         cop, make it gully and
                         motherfucker's won't even know.

                                   WESLEY
                         So?

                                   NATE
                         Everybody copies. Everybody
                         recycles shit. What we're doing,
                         it's been done before. We think
                         we're saying original, witty shit,
                         but it's been cleaned, washed --

                                   WESLEY
                             (to Pierce)
                         Your brothers nuts.

                                   B BOY
                         Right here. Right now. Who are we
                         copying off of?

                                   NATE
                         Reservoir Dogs. That scene in the
                         beginning. Pulp Fiction. Shit, any
                         episode of Seinfield or Friends --

                                   B BOY
                         I can't stand Friends --

                                   NATE (CONT'D)
                         All I'm saying is nobody's original
                         anymore.

                                   PIERCE
                         I don't know what they put in these
                         eggs but...

                                   WESLEY
                         There not that powdered shit they
                         serve in the cafeteria.

               Oscar enters, piece of arm candy with him -- we recognize her
               to be one of the girls from the lesbian session at the FU
               party. They move to the other side of the diner. Before he
               sits, Oscar spots Nate, moves to him --

                                   OSCAR
                         Gentleman. How's the night treating
                         you?

                                   PIERCE
                         Like shit.

                                   OSCAR
                         That's good to hear.

                                   PIERCE
                         Try the eggs. They're fantastic.

               Oscar sits down, lights up a cigarette.

                                   OSCAR
                         I wonder if I can smoke here?

                                   NATE
                         Looking for something, friend?

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah. You got anything?

                                   WESLEY
                         I got some E --

                                   OSCAR
                         I ain't no dumb ass freshman. 

                                   NATE
                         Shops closed for the night.

                                   OSCAR
                         Come on Nate. I'm your ace
                         customer. You can't make any
                         exceptions?

                                   NATE
                         Shops closed.

                                   B BOY 
                         I can get high.

                                   NATE
                         Shops closed.

                                   B BOY
                         You never let us smoke for free.
                         Cheap ass nigga.

                                   NATE
                         I'm running a business. If I owned
                         a 7/11 and let you cheap dick
                         beaters take a Coke or a bag of
                         chips for free, pretty soon you'd
                         be doing your grocery shopping
                         there. I would lose money. It
                         doesn't work like that.

                                   OSCAR
                         What doesn't work like that?

                                   NATE
                         Life doesn't work like that. I have
                         to get mine... know what I'm
                         sayin'?

               Oscar's bummed out. The waitress comes over.

                                   WAITRESS
                             (to Oscar)
                         No smoking here, sir.

                                   OSCAR
                             (outing cigarette)
                         No problem.

               Oscar watches her walk off.

                                   OSCAR
                         Nice legs on that one. 

                                   B BOY
                         See.

                                   WESLEY
                         Who's your top hottest bitch?

                                   OSCAR
                         I have no preferences, though Salma
                         Hayek is haunting my dreams... is
                         it me or did her jugs get bigger?

                                   B BOY
                         They did get firmer, maybe she had
                         a kid. Tits full of milk.

                                   PIERCE
                         Maybe she got a boob job.

                                   OSCAR
                         I've been watching Ugly Betty like
                         a motherfucker over her.

                                   B BOY
                         See that rack on her? Shit, she
                         don't need one.

                                   OSCAR
                         Come to think about it. I know this
                         lady. Shirley, works in the
                         admissions office. She's pretty
                         hot.

                                   B BOY
                         Admissions office? Those fat
                         broads? What is she, like 65?

                                   OSCAR
                         She's forty-something. I've been
                         taping her on the side for about 3
                         months now. I love older women.
                         They got their own place, make you
                         a little food, wash your clothes.

                                   PIERCE
                         Sonovabitch. This motherfucka's got
                         ass in storage and shit.

                                   OSCAR
                         Come to think about it, her brother
                         grows in his basement. 
                             (pulling out his
                              cellphone)
                         She might even let us hit it.

                                   B BOY
                         Really?

                                   OSCAR
                         Well, me at least.

               Nate waves over the waitress.

                                   NATE
                             (to waitress)
                         Can we have the check please?

                                   OSCAR
                             (into phone)
                         Hello... it's me... Oscar...
                         Oscar... what do you expect?... I'm
                         here with a couple of friends
                         looking to get high... well, you
                         know I love you... alright --

                                   NATE
                         Okay, what about the tip?

                                   B BOY
                         She could have been better.

                                   WESLEY
                         She was alright. Three dollars.

                                   PIERCE
                         That's not enough.

                                   WESLEY
                         That's enough for me.

                                   PIERCE
                         She's bustin' her ass. Servin'
                         motherfucka's 8 hours a day --

                                   NATE
                         See! See what I'm saying? Everybody
                         copies. Reservoir Dogs. Complaining
                         about the god damn tip. You guys
                         did that subconsciously. 

                                   OSCAR
                         That's freaky... yeah, I'm sure of
                         it --

                                   NATE (CONT'D)
                         See. Everything's connected.
                         Everyone's connected.

               Oscar hangs up his phone.

                                   OSCAR
                         She's for it. We're all invited.
                         Right now.

               Waitress comes back with the check. Nate looks it over. Oscar
               looks back at his arm candy, who's flipping through a menu,
               waiting.

                                   OSCAR
                         Fuck it. Let's go.

               They divvy up the check and leave.



               EXT. HOUSE -- NIGHT

               Oscar rings the doorbell, the gang stands by. 

                                   PIERCE
                         She doesn't have any cats or little
                         children does she?

                                   OSCAR
                         No. Nothing to worry about.

               SHIRLEY, fortyish, your friends hot mother type, opens the
               door in her bathrobe, make-up on.

                                   OSCAR
                         Shirley. You look lovely. These are
                         some of my people.

               The gang moves into the living room, get comfortable.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Thought you forgot about me.

                                   OSCAR
                         Shirley. How can I forget about
                         you?

               Oscar cozies up to her, wraps his arms around her waist,
               begins to kiss her neck.

               The gang looks on, kind of out of place. B Boy picks up the
               controller, turns the TV on, starts flipping through the
               channels.

                                   OSCAR (CONT'D)
                         I got practice every day. I had a
                         game 2 days ago, just got back in
                         yesterday... school work. I've been
                         very busy.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         I've been busy too. 

               Shirley grabs Oscar in close, hands all over his ass, looks
               him dead in the eye --

                                   SHIRLEY (CONT'D)
                         Not busy enough.

                                   OSCAR
                         I know. I'm sorry.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         No. I'm sorry. You know that cute
                         freshman on the basketball team?
                         The kid who plays guard? 

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah. Mike.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Mike. He's precious. Met his mother
                         and father. Nice people. They
                         wanted him to go to a place where
                         he could be at home... around good
                         people. I just saw him in the
                         office the other day. Sweet little
                         thing.

                                   OSCAR
                         Okay. I get your point. I'll call
                         more... if I can.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         I got nothing but time.
                             (to Nate)
                         This ones cute. What's your name?

                                   NATE
                         I'm Nate. This is my brother
                         Pierce. That's Wesley, and that
                         sloppy thing over there is B Boy.

                                   SHIRLEY
                             (to Nate)
                         Lovely, aren't you? You have a
                         girlfriend?

                                   NATE
                         No.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         You got a boyfriend?

                                   NATE
                         Shit no. Just my brain and my dick.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Then you came to the right place.

               Shirley and Nate share a laugh, her hands on his shoulder,
               flipping her hair back. Oscar is a little uncomfortable.

                                   B BOY
                         Where's the weed, lady?

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Is that all you college boys think
                         of?

                                   B BOY
                         No.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Of course. I know. I know.

               Shirley moves to the dresser in the corner of the room. She
               removes an old tin can -- opening it to reveal a fat bag of
               weed. She holds it up for everyone to see.

                                   SHIRLEY
                         Is that good enough?

               Everyone approves.

                                   OSCAR
                         Where's the bong?



               INT. SHIRLEY'S HOUSE -- LATER

               The SLURP from a bong! 

               A cloud of smoke. Nate passes the bong to B Boy. Like a pro,
               B Boy loads up another hit.

               Oscar comes down the steps, looking like he's been through a
               marathon, putting his shirt back on. He moves to the frig,
               grabs a beer.

                                   OSCAR
                         You guys won't believe what just
                         happened?

               They pay Oscar little mind. B Boy, Wes, and Pierce are
               laughing there ass off at an episode of The Twilight Zone.

                                   OSCAR
                         Shirley says -- if your up for it --
                         she say's she is willing to let you
                         guys run train on her.

                                   WESLEY
                         Fuck yeah we're up for it. I'm
                         first.

                                   NATE
                         She's serious?

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah. I told you she was a freak.
                         Knows how to suck a mean dick too.
                         Fucking cum in my pants just
                         thinking about it.

                                   NATE
                         I don't want to get up there, put
                         it down, then find out she's
                         screaming rape.

                                   B BOY
                         Stop being a pussy.

                                   NATE
                         Pussy? Why don't --

                                   OSCAR
                         Okay, okay. Settle in. I thought
                         you guys were more mature?

                                   PIERCE
                         We need a batting order.
                             (pointing to B Boy)
                         Cause I ain't goin' after that
                         motherfucker.

                                   B BOY
                         Fuck you, Pierce. I don't want to
                         go after you.

                                   WESLEY
                         I already called first.

                                   NATE
                         I don't want sloppy seconds.

               Oscar takes the bong from B Boy, flops down on the couch and
               takes a hit --

                                   WESLEY
                         Your already getting sloppy
                         seconds.

               Their argument is interrupted when Shirley comes down the
               steps, ass naked, sweating -- ready for action. She moves to
               the refrigerator, gets a bottle of water, moves back up the
               steps as if nobody was there.

                                   NATE
                         Fuck it. We'll draw straws.

                                   OSCAR
                         There's no straws here.

                                   NATE
                         We'll put our names in a hat. Do it
                         like that. Everybody with?

               Moans and groans. The best idea yet. Nate fetches the Home
               and Garden magazine off the table, rips a piece of paper off.
               He grabs a pen, begins to write down everyone's name.

                                   B BOY
                         I don't got a condom.

                                   OSCAR
                         She doesn't like condoms.

                                   WESLEY
                         I better be going first now.

               Nate rips the names off and places them in his hat. He begins
               to shake it around.

                                   NATE
                         Oscar. You be the one.

               Oscar takes a long hit from the bong, holding the smoke in,
               he reaches in the hat, pulls out a piece of paper. The gang
               looks on in anticipation when --

               The front door opens and in walks Shirley's stocky, blue
               collar, husband FRANK. He drops his lunch pale and hard hat
               to the carpet -- eyes drawn to the 5 kids in his living room.

                                   FRANK
                         What the fuck --

               Everyone's euphoria is instantly gone. The veins start to
               rise under Frank's skin. He advances towards the boys as
               Oscar chokes out the smoke, practically vomiting on the
               floor.

                                   NATE
                         Hello...

                                   FRANK
                         Hello? Who the fuck are you?

                                   NATE
                         I'm -- we're --

                                   FRANK
                         Where the fuck is my wife?

                                   NATE
                         She's --

                                   FRANK
                         Why is that spic puking on my god
                         damn floor?

                                   NATE
                         He is --

                                   FRANK
                         Why the fuck are you watching my
                         TV?

                                   NATE
                         Let me explain.

                                   FRANK
                         There's nothing to explain. My
                         whore of a wife. Fucking bitch!

                                   WESLEY
                         It's not what you think, sir. We
                         are friends of --

                                   FRANK
                         Friends. I've seen her fucking
                         friends. God damn bitch. Medusa.
                         She's been cheating on me all the
                         time. I was too much of a punk --
                         god damn bitch.

                                   PIERCE
                             (whispering, to Nate)
                         He's just one man. We can take him.

               Nate blows Pierce off -- "keep your cool."

                                   FRANK (CONT'D)
                         I should have killed her 3 years
                         ago when I caught her with the
                         gardener. God damn wetback. He's
                         laughin' at me. She's laughin' at
                         me. Your laughin' at me.

                                   NATE
                         Sir. No we're not. I assure you we
                         never had --

               With hate in his eyes, Frank stares down the whole gang,
               figuring out who's first. He looks down the line -- Nate,
               Pierce, Wesley, B Boy, Oscar...

                                   FRANK
                             (to Oscar)
                         Your... Your name is Oscar, right?

                                   OSCAR
                         Ugh...

                                   FRANK
                         Fuck me. Your Oscar Sanchez?

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah.

                                   FRANK
                         This might sound weird. But can I
                         have your autograph?

                                                                THE END

               

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