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Some Kind of Crazy
by M Kalb (kalbmarie@yahoo.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Teen Movies   User Review: ***1/2
Getting clean can get messy.


This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.



FADE IN:

INT. MACY'S BATHROOM, THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY HART is a thoroughly un-extraordinary girl of sixteen,
average height, average weight, light skin that is pale but
not vampiric, shoulder-length brown hair, and vaguely
grunge-y, tomboyish clothing. The only remotely
distinguishing aspect of her appearance is her choice in
footwear: a pair of purple hi-tops.
                                                            
She stares at the TOILET without emotion.
                                                            
She looks at something in her hand: a PILL BOTTLE.
                                                            
With a tired sigh and brief look of nausea, she dumps the
PILLS down the TOILET.
                                                            
She stares at the floating PILLS with something bordering on
regret, hesitation.
                                                            
She reaches out...
                                                            
Stops in a moment of doubt...
                                                            
Scrunches up her face...
                                                            
AND FLUSHES.
                                                            
Relieved, she promptly leans on the edge of the toilet and
gasps as though surfacing from a long period of time
underwater.
                                                            
With a super classy snot swipe beneath her nose, MACY leaves
the bathroom.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
The FRONT LAWN of the HART RESIDENCE is yellowing and thin,
choked half to death by the invasion of several
over-enthusiastic potted plants with droopy tendrils that
spill over the front steps and onto the pavement in front of
the house.
                                                            
MACY leaves her house, starts walking down her lawn path.
                                                            
Just past the driveway, she passes a huddle of LAWN GNOMES
with ceramic gardening implements opposite a matching huddle
of PLASTIC FLAMINGOS apparently in the midst of World War
III.
                                                            

2.

MACY reaches the sidewalk in front of her house, walks
towards the bus stop about fifty feet away.
                                                            
A BUS drives past.
                                                            
MACY panics, sprints to catch up.
                                                            
Just in time, the BUS stops.
                                                            
MACY gets onboard.
                                                            
We see the MOVIE TITLE.
                                                            
And the opening credits roll as the scene continues.
                                                            
 
INT. THE 17 BUS - DAY
                                                            
MACY flashes her bus pass at the DRIVER.
                                                            
Heads down the BUS.
                                                            
All the seats are taken--just like they are everyday--by the
usual suspects.
                                                            
There should be a seat open, but a morbidly OBESE MAN
occupies two seats.
                                                            
An irritated sigh, and MACY decides to stand.
                                                            
The BUS jerks into motion, bringing MACY with it for a brief
second. She regains her balance, clings to the hand-hold for
security, settles into her usual posture.
                                                            
We follow MACY's gaze around the BUS and see:
                                                            
Indian GUYS commuting to work, chatting in Bengali.
                                                            
A YOUNG MOTHER, attempting to comfort her crying child.
                                                            
A male college STUDENT who glances at MACY, then looks away.
                                                            
A WEIRDO smiling toothlessly at MACY, seemingly under the
impression that she is a charming hallucination.
                                                            
MACY averts her eyes--don't engage the WEIRDO--and looks out
the WINDOW.
                                                            
Suburbia flies past: boring houses, boring trees, boring
cars.
                                                            
Houses turn to liquor stores and apartments of questionable
building standards.
                                                            

3.

Corner stores turn to chain link fences and football fields.
                                                            
The BUS grinds to an abrupt stop at the signpost, almost
knocking MACY off her feet. She sways, catches herself, gets
off the bus.
                                                            
EXT. THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY watches the BUS go for a moment, then starts walking
towards the SCHOOL.
                                                            
 
INT. ATTENDANCE OFFICE, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MRS LAMMERS, 42, is the sort of kindly woman you'd expect to
bake cookies when her son's friends show up at her house,
equal parts Lands' End and Martha Stewart.
                                                            
She hears the door; looks up as MACY approaches.
                                                            
A look of concern crosses her face.
                                                            
                       MRS. LAMMERS
Macy. What are you doing here?
Your mother called you in sick!
                                                            
MACY has an "oh shit" moment, but quickly collects herself.
                                                            
Rearranges her face to look tired.
                                                            
                       MACY
Yeah, it's...allergies. I should
be good once the Claritin kicks
in.
                                                            
She pauses awkwardly; gives a fake cough for effect.
                                                            
MRS LAMMERS looks sympathetic, clucks her tongue.
                                                            
                       MRS. LAMMERS
You poor thing.
      (She punches
       MACY's late pass
       in the stamp
       machine.)
Nancy's here until one if you need
some Tylenol or something later
on.
                                                            
MACY smiles.
                                                            

4.

                       MACY
I'll come by if I don't think I
can handle it.
                                                            
A smile. MRS LAMMERS signs off on the pass.
                                                            
                       MRS. LAMMERS
Hope you feel better, sweetie.
                                                            
She hands the pass over. MACY takes it between her index
finger and thumb like she's got a golden ticket.
                                                            
                       MACY
Thanks, Mrs. Lammers.
                                                            
She leaves, giving an awkward little wave as she leaves.
                                                            
MRS LAMMERS looks after her for a moment, resumes typing.
                                                            
 
INT. CAFETERIA, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL is your average public high school:
a piece of crap. The paint and architecture haven't changed
since the early 60s, graffiti has been clumsily painted over
in a sort-of-matching color, and the minimal furnishings are
decidedly looking worse for the wear. The whole place has
definitely seen better days.
                                                            
A banner over the lunch line declares: "EVERY DAY IS TACO
TUESDAY!"
                                                            
FRANKIE, 16, was probably born with multi-colored hair
already tied into pigtails and daisy-print Doc Martens on
her feet.
                                                            
She puts her tray--a veggie burger with canned corn and
chocolate milk--down at the LUNCH TABLE with a slam.
                                                            
She leans on her hands over the table towards her target:
MACY.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Dude.
                                                            
FRANKIE says "dude" as a preface whenever she is about to
say something moderately important.
                                                            
                       MACY
Frankie, what the hell? Why'd you
call in for me this morning
without telling me?
                                                            

5.

                       FRANKIE
Never mind that. A little birdie
told me that Megan told her that
you poured a month's worth of
Xanax down the drain.
                                                            
MACY is suddenly fascinated by her tuna sandwich.
                                                            
She gets on top of the lunch table and sits "criss cross
applesauce."
                                                            
As she speaks, she unwraps her veggie burger.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You threw them away?
                                                            
MACY gives FRANKIE the "uh, duh" look.
                                                            
                       MACY
What else was I going to do, sell
them?
                                                            
FRANKIE and her veggie burger gesticulate wildly.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
But...do you know how much Xanax
is worth?!
                                                            
                       MACY
Three to five in San Quentin?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Mace, they wouldn't put you in San
Quentin.
                                                            
WILL, 17, doesn't talk much, but his simple facial
expressions speak volumes.
                                                            
                       WILL
Visiting Charles Manson, are we?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
No, just discussing Macy's future
as an axe murderer.
                                                            
MACY makes an "as if" face.
                                                            
                       MACY
Shut up.
                                                            
WILL sits down.
                                                            
FRANKIE gives WILL a kiss on the cheek.
                                                            

6.

                       WILL
Always the quiet ones.
      (He pokes at his
       meatloaf
       unenthusiastically)
What's Frankie up to this time?
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh, it was nothing. She's just
trying to turn me into a drug
lord.
                                                            
                       WILL
I hear Folsom's lovely this time
of year.
                                                            
FRANKIE rolls her eyes, takes a bite of her veggie burger.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Oh please.
      (to WILL)
Macy lost the meds.
                                                            
                       WILL
      (mildly surprised)
Cold turkey?
                                                            
                       MACY
Yep.
                                                            
                       WILL
Best of luck to you.
                                                            
FRANKIE clucks her tongue.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (to WILL)
Traitor.
      (to MACY)
Ah well. On the bright side, I can
take you to parties now. Corrupt
you a little bit.
                                                            
WILL snorts derisively. FRANKIE elbows him in the ribs.
                                                            
                       MACY
Frankie, I think I've been
sufficiently corrupted just by
being in the same zip code as you.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Psh. This? This is nothing. Wait
till you see me drunk.
                                                            

7.

She slurps her chocolate milk with an eyebrow waggle.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (dryly)
I can hardly wait.
                                                            
FRANKIE tuts.
                                                            
She slides off the TABLE to sit next to MACY like a normal
person.
                                                            
She bounces in her seat like a little kid who has to pee.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
C'mon. It'll be fun. I won't let
you get too hammered, swear to
God.
                                                            
                       WILL
You're an atheist.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (to WILL)
Shut your face.
      (to MACY)
Whaddya say, Mace? Come to a party
with me?
                                                            
MACY looks at the ceiling as though pleading to God for help
with this madwoman.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I'll invite Zac.
                                                            
That gets MACY's attention.
                                                            
She gives FRANKIE a stern look. Narrows her eyes
suspiciously.
                                                            
                       MACY
He still hasn't forgotten the Kool
Aid Incident.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Fine. You ask him. Just come to
the party?
                                                            
Reluctance.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Please?
                                                            

8.

                       MACY
If I see a single stripper there,
I'm leaving.
                                                            
Taking that for a "yes."
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
There won't be a G-string in
sight.
                                                            
The BELL RINGS obnoxiously.
                                                            
FRANKIE grins at MACY, gets to her feet.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Catch you later.
                                                            
We zoom in on MACY's grimace.
                                                            
FRANKIE claps MACY on the shoulder, dragging WILL with her
as she leaves.
                                                            
MACY looks off to one side once FRANKIE is gone, looking
absolutely bewildered as to how to get ZAC to go to the
party with her.
                                                            
 
INT. THE BAND ROOM, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
ZAC, 17, could be a rock star one day, with dark hair
flopping in his face. MACY thinks ZAC is the most adorable
thing in the universe, but he doesn't notice that because
he's so nervous around her.
                                                            
Zoom in on ZAC playing his guitar.
                                                            
He and his BAND blast out a ferocious rendition of Led
Zeppelin's "Moby Dick."
                                                            
ZAC gets really into it, bopping his entire torso to the
beat.
                                                            
His BASSIST looks very much the part of the moody,
misunderstood artist. He doesn't move much.
                                                            
The DRUMMER could be Meg White's soul mate: a
straightforward, hulking mass of drum attack-age.
                                                            
The entire BAND comes to a stop at the end of the chorus,
where the drum solo would usually come in, as they notice
MACY standing in the doorway...
                                                            

9.

...except for ZAC, who has wandered off into guitar-solo
land. After five or six bars, he notices that the others
have stopped playing. He stops, turns to them. They point to
MACY. ZAC turns to look at her, blushes, embarrassed to be
caught being such a dork.
                                                            
She smiles at ZAC as he cools off, the sound of feedback
still hanging in the air.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (Grinning
       nervously)
Hey, Mace.
                                                            
He starts to unplug his GUITAR from the AMP.
                                                            
MACY moves to stop him.
                                                            
                       MACY
I'm not interrupting anything, am
I?
                                                            
ZAC rubs the back of his neck. It's kind of his go-to
gesture when he gets nervous around the lady types.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Nah. S'all good. We were finished
anyway.
                                                            
We see the DRUMMER open his mouth to protest.
                                                            
ZAC glares him down.
                                                            
The DRUMMER rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything.
                                                            
ZAC returns his gaze to MACY, unplugs the CORD from the AMP,
sits down on the AMP, and starts winding up the CORD.
                                                            
                       ZAC
So, were you looking to have your
face melted off by the power of
rock, or was there a specific
reason you're here?
                                                            
MACY tilts her head at an absurd angle, throws her arms up
in an exaggerated shrug. She smiles a little too widely.
                                                            
                       MACY
Actually, I was kind of hoping you
could do me a favor.
                                                            
ZAC narrows his eyes, stops winding his CORD, suspicious.
                                                            

10.

He resumes and finishes winding the CORD, sets it down next
to him.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Go on.
                                                            
MACY gesticulates with the aura of a liar as she speaks.
                                                            
                       MACY
Well, Frankie's having this party,
and I was hoping...
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (Putting his hands
       up)
Stop right there. Do not pass go,
do not collect two-hundred pesos.
      (Rising to his
       feet)
You didn't say that Frankie was
going to be involved.
                                                            
MACY looks uncomfortable.
                                                            
                       MACY
Is that a no?
                                                            
Avoiding the answer.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Have you forgotten the Kool Aid
Incident?!
                                                            
                       MACY
      (defensively)
She didn't know it would stain.
                                                            
ZAC doesn't look convinced.
                                                            
                       MACY
Please, Zac. I don't want to go
alone.
                                                            
ZAC sighs, running a hand through his hair.
                                                            
MACY makes a last-ditch effort at persuasion.
                                                            
                       MACY
Look, if you'll go to this party
with me...
      (mumbled)
I'll go to Prom with you.
                                                            

11.

ZAC perks up like a puppy who's heard the front door.
                                                            
                       ZAC
What'd you say?
                                                            
                       MACY
      (in a hurry)
I said I'd go to flipping Prom
with you. Just please, for the
love of Pete, rescue me from my
mentally unstable best friend just
this once.
                                                            
ZAC considers.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Deal.
                                                            
They shake hands...almost. ZAC pulls back.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Ah! You gotta swear first.
                                                            
He pouts. She sighs.
                                                            
                       MACY
Fine. I swear upon the grave of
Billy Mays, I will go to Prom with
you.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (reminding her)
And the handshake...
                                                            
                       MACY
Seriously? Seriously? What are
you, five?!
                                                            
ZAC makes puppy eyes. MACY relents.
                                                            
                       MACY
Jerk.
                                                            
They perform a secret handshake: they shake hands, fist
bump, point finger-guns at each other, "shoot" each other,
and pretend to die dramatically...or not so dramatically, in
MACY'S case.
                                                            
ZAC holds his "dead" pose. MACY rolls her eyes at him.
                                                            
                       MACY
Happy?
                                                            

12.

He drops the pose.
                                                            
                       ZAC
As a clam.
                                                            
MACY makes to leave.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (To MACY's
       retreating figure)
Wear a dress!
                                                            
MACY stops in the doorway. We see her face: she was hoping
he wouldn't hold her to that part of the deal.
                                                            
She leaves.
                                                            
ZAC looks after her, a dazed smile on his face.
                                                            
The BASSIST clears his throat loudly, gives ZAC a
half-annoyed, half-amused look.
                                                            
ZAC plugs his GUITAR back in irritably.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Shut up, Greg.
                                                            
They all start to rock out...
                                                            
 
EXT. PARKING LOT, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
...and we cut to MACY and FRANKIE in WILL's car.
                                                            
FRANKIE laughs loudly, her hair whipping in the breeze as
WILL drives out of the parking lot and onto the street.
                                                            
MACY is stoic as she listens to her friend's insanity.
                                                            
FRANKIE pinches MACY's cheek.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Dude! My little baby's going to
Prom!
                                                            
MACY brushes FRANKIE off.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (imitating her)
Dude! That sounds so
less-than-awesome, I'd actually
rather watch "Spice World."
                                                            

13.

FRANKIE rolls her eyes exasperatedly.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Oh, c'mon, Macy, it's not that
bad. It might even be fun.
                                                            
MACY gives FRANKIE a look.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
In a corny kind of way.
                                                            
FRANKIE supplies reasons to be excited.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
The dresses...the corsages...
                                                            
                       MACY
      (dryly)
The dry humping in a dark sweaty
room with my ridiculous peer
group...
                                                            
FRANKIE sighs.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Do you enjoy being a stick in the
mud?
                                                            
                       MACY
No, I just don't particularly
enjoy trying to dance to popular
music that I hate while wearing
uncomfortable shoes.
                                                            
FRANKIE shakes her head knowingly, puts an arm around MACY's
shoulders.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I need to take you shopping, my
dear. Get you to lighten up a
little bit.
                                                            
WILL looks at the girls in the rear-view mirror, looking
generally like an awesome badass boyfriend in his
sunglasses.
                                                            
                       WILL
Should I head to the mall?
                                                            
                       MACY
I have homework.
                                                            

14.

                       FRANKIE
      (Ignoring MACY)
That'd be great, Will.
                                                            
MACY glares at FRANKIE.
                                                            
FRANKIE cuts her off.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I know, paper due tomorrow, yadda
yadda yadda. I'm only kidnapping
you for a couple of hours.
                                                            
                       MACY
I type 90 words a minute. Two
hours is practically a novel for
me.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Then what are you worried about?
Once I'm done with you, you'll
have hours left to work with
tonight.
                                                            
MACY sighs.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
C'mon. I'll make you look all
purdy for Zac.
                                                            
MACY gives FRANKIE a look.
                                                            
She rolls her eyes.
                                                            
                       MACY
Doesn't seem like I have much
choice.
                                                            
They keep driving along the road.
                                                            
 
INT. DRESSING ROOM, PROM SHOP - DAY
                                                            
Cut to MACY exiting a dressing room, modeling a dress for
FRANKIE and WILL.
                                                            
FRANKIE sits forward in her chair, eager to do her job.
                                                            
WILL looks like he'd rather be at a Spice Girls concert than
go shopping. He sprawls against the wall, arms crossed,
silently pleading with the Flying Spaghetti Monster to just
kill him now.
                                                            

15.

MACY comes out with a strapless pink dress with a fluffy
skirt.
                                                            
FRANKIE shakes her head.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Uh uh.
                                                            
Time passes. We cut to: MACY coming out with a black
spaghetti strap sheath dress.
                                                            
WILL'S eyes have started to slide slowly shut.
                                                            
FRANKIE considers for a moment. Strokes an imaginary beard.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Nope.
                                                            
We see MACY model a succession of dresses, with FRANKIE
replying to each of them with increasing speed each time.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (a red dress)
Nope.
      (a short yellow
       dress)
Nope.
      (an orange dress)
No way.
      (a purple dress)
Nuh uh.
                                                            
MACY comes out wearing a pantsuit.
                                                            
WILL has fallen asleep.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks at MACY like she has sprouted a tail and just
confessed her secret love for Rick Astley.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
What the fuck is that? Get back in
there.
                                                            
We see in very rapid succession another series of dresses
MACY models. The speed of images speeds up and up until...
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude,
DUDE!
      (to WILL)
Will!
                                                            
WILL wakes with a twitch.
                                                            

16.

                       WILL
Hrm. What?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
It's perfect.
                                                            
We finally see the dress to which she refers: a beautiful,
satiny turquoise dress with wide straps and ruching at the
neckline.
                                                            
MACY does a little twirl in it awkwardly.
                                                            
We see her wearing Converse underneath the skirt as she
lifts it to examine herself.
                                                            
She pops her shoes off, eyeing her feet warily.
                                                            
                       MACY
I should probably get some real
shoes, huh?
                                                            
FRANKIE shakes her head.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Don't change a thing. You look
fantastic, shoes or not.
                                                            
FRANKIE gives WILL a look, elbows him sharply.
                                                            
                       WILL
Ow!
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Tell her she looks fantastic.
                                                            
                       WILL
      (Hesitantly,
       rubbing his arm)
You look fantastic?
                                                            
FRANKIE leaps out of her seat with a bounce.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Hang on, let me get a picture.
                                                            
Before MACY can flinch away, FRANKIE whips out her cell
phone and snaps a picture.
                                                            
MACY, frozen during the flash, relaxes, and moves to
FRANKIE.
                                                            
FRANKIE appears to be texting.
                                                            

17.

MACY leans over FRANKIE's shoulder to examine the cell
phone.
                                                            
                       MACY
Who you texting?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Zac. I'm sending him the picture.
                                                            
Panicked, MACY grabs for the phone.
                                                            
FRANKIE gets out of the way.
                                                            
MACY gives FRANKIE a warning look.
                                                            
                       MACY
You wouldn't.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I would and I did.
      (With a glance at
       her phone)
It's sent.
                                                            
MACY tugs on her hair with both hands. Bashes her head
gently against the nearest wall.
                                                            
                       MACY
You suck, Frankie!
                                                            
                       WILL
Maybe he won't see it. If he has
caller ID he might ignore Frankie
automatically.
                                                            
FRANKIE's phone chirps a Paramore song.
                                                            
She looks at the phone.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
He approves.
                                                            
The CRUMPLED DRESS hits FRANKIE in the chest; she catches it
awkwardly.
                                                            
We follow her dumbfounded gaze to see MACY pulling her outer
shirt on over a tank top and jeans.
                                                            
                       MACY
Too bad. I'm not spending 200
bucks on a dress I'll only wear
once.
                                                            

18.

FRANKIE looks horror-struck.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
But Mace, they don't get much
cheaper than this. And that dress
was perfect on you!
                                                            
MACY shrugs, throws her hands up.
                                                            
                       MACY
Guess I'll have to get a better
one at Salvation Army then.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks aghast as MACY walks past her to leave.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks at WILL in horror.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (indignant)
Dude!!!
      (to WILL)
She can't be serious?
                                                            
                       WILL
      (mildly)
She has a point.
                                                            
FRANKIE groans in exasperation, stomps out after MACY,
leaving the DRESS with WILL.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
Macy, wait up.
                                                            
WILL looks at the DRESS thoughtfully.
                                                            
A surreptitious look in the direction they left, around the
dressing room.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
Will!
                                                            
WILL drops the DRESS guiltily.
                                                            
                       WILL
Right.
                                                            
He hurries after them.
                                                            
 
INT. ENTRYWAY, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
The front room of the HART RESIDENCE is a tiny living room
slash office space, sparsely furnished with a slouchy

19.

armchair and a coffee table covered in stacks of papers. A
cold cup of coffee and an open laptop bask in the only oasis
of space on the table.
                                                            
MACY walks in the front door wearily.
                                                            
Drops her BACKPACK with a loud thump.
                                                            
Rubs a hand across her face: being FRANKIE's best friend is
exhausting.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (calling)
Mom, I'm home.
                                                            
No reply. MACY gets a strange look on her face.
                                                            
                       MACY
Mom?!
                                                            
                       MOM (O.S.)
Up here, Macy.
                                                            
MACY looks in the general direction of her MOM's voice,
follows it.
                                                            
 
INT. MRS. LOWE'S ROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY'S MOM teaches middle schoolers, and the rambunctious
nature of prepubescents has clearly left a mark on her--she
appears physically and emotionally exhausted.
                                                            
MACY'S MOM looks up from her computer without expression.
                                                            
                       MOM
You're home later than normal.
                                                            
MACY stuffs her hands in her pockets.
                                                            
                       MACY
Frankie dragged me out dress
shopping.
      (At her MOM's
       confused look.)
I didn't buy anything. I'll raid
the Salvation Army later.
                                                            
Her MOM is appeased by this explanation.
                                                            
She returns to her work on the computer, keeping half her
attention on MACY as she clicks and reads and types
intermittently.
                                                            

20.

                       MOM
Who are you going with?
                                                            
                       MACY
Hm?
                                                            
Her MOM gives her a look.
                                                            
                       MOM
Who's your date?
                                                            
MACY is embarrased, shuffles her feet a little bit.
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh, that. I'm, uh, going with Zac.
                                                            
Her MOM frowns slightly with a soft "hm" of disapproval.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (defensively)
What?
                                                            
                       MOM
Macy, you know how I feel about
band types.
                                                            
MACY rolls her eyes.
                                                            
                       MACY
He's not a "band type," Mom. He's
a musician who is in a band. He's
a nice guy.
                                                            
                       MOM
It's the nice ones you have to
look out for.
                                                            
MACY throws up her hands. She's done with this argument.
                                                            
                       MACY
Whatever. What's for dinner?
                                                            
                       MOM
      (somewhat coolly)
There's lasagna in the kitchen.
                                                            
                       MACY
Fine.
                                                            
Her MOM softens a little.
                                                            

21.

                       MOM
      (callling)
Macy?
                                                            
MACY pokes her head back in the door, obviously still
miffed.
                                                            
                       MOM
I'm just looking out for you,
sweetheart.
                                                            
An awkward pause, as MACY waits for an apology.
                                                            
It doesn't come. It never comes.
                                                            
What MACY gets is:
                                                            
                       MOM
There's a Dr Who re-run on tonight
at 9. You like that show, right?
                                                            
MACY forces a smile at her MOM.
                                                            
                       MACY
Yeah. It's...my favorite.
                                                            
MACY stalls in the doorway for a second, unsure how to
leave.
                                                            
                       MACY
I'm, uh...I'm going to eat some
dinner now.
                                                            
                       MOM
I'll be down in a little bit. I
have to finish grading these
reports.
                                                            
                       MACY
Great.
                                                            
She gives a little, awkward wave, and leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY/STAIRS, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY walks down the HALL, looking blank.
                                                            
She rubs her eyes, heads downstairs wearily.
                                                            
 

22.

INT. KITCHEN, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
The HART kitchen is unkempt, but not unsanitary, and quite
claustrophobic.
                                                            
MACY pours herself a glass of milk. She climbs on top of the
fridge for something: a giant bag of gummi bears. She takes
a fistful of them, and drops them IN THE MILK. She stirs it
up with a spoon, takes a big swig. She wipes across her
mouth to remove the milk mustache.
                                                            
The microwave BEEPS, MACY extracts a steaming plate of
lasagna gingerly, trading the hot plate between her hands.
                                                            
She puts it down on the COUNTER, hops up on the space next
to it.
                                                            
MACY eats her lasagna sitting on the COUNTER, chewing
without facial expression as she watches the tiny TV in the
next room.
                                                            
We see a clip of "DR WHO" on the television.
                                                            
MACY looks in the direction of the STAIRS longingly, as if
wishing her mother would come down and watch TV with her.
Eat dinner with her. Something.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY'S bedroom is an explosion of eccentric. The walls
around her bed are lined with posters of classic rock, punk,
and indie bands, cheesy old movie posters, sketches, ticket
stubs, and a couple of old propaganda posters.
                                                            
MACY flings herself backward onto her BED.
                                                            
She stares at the CEILING for a second.
                                                            
In the center of the only oasis of uncluttered space on her
ceiling, we see a PHOTO of YOUNG MACY, her MOM, and a MAN
hugging and posing at a theme park.
                                                            
We see MACY's face: she looks sad.
                                                            
She turns onto her side, curling up into herself.
                                                            
She hugs a TEDDY BEAR to her chest.
                                                            
Her eyes slip shut, and she falls asleep.
                                                            
 

23.

INT. THE HALLWAY, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
The decor at Thomas Reed High School was apparently chosen
by a partially color-blind old cheapskate from the 60s: the
whole hallway is a collage of peeling paint and tiles in
ugly shades of green puke, beige puke, and puke-color in a
shade halfway between peach and orange.
                                                            
MACY slams her LOCKER shut.
                                                            
The LOCKER CLOSING reveals ZAC leaning on the row of LOCKERS
next to MACY.
                                                            
MACY looks at ZAC, surprised.
                                                            
She smiles, but looks a little confused.
                                                            
                       MACY
Zac. Hey. What's up?
                                                            
ZAC tries to look suave, tossing his CAR KEYS up in the air
and catching them.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Oh, I was just going off-campus
for lunch, and I was going to ask
if you'd come with.
                                                            
He drops the CAR KEYS. Smooth.
                                                            
He ducks down to grab them quickly, pops up again with a
little laugh.
                                                            
MACY smiles at this little display.
                                                            
                       MACY
Where're you going?
                                                            
ZAC shrugs.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Around. Maybe stop for a bite
somewhere. I'll have you back
before fifth period starts.
                                                            
MACY purses her lips, considering. She eyes her BAG LUNCH
with some distaste.
                                                            
                       ZAC
It'll be fun. Trust me.
                                                            
 

24.

EXT. LOCAL STREETS - DAY
                                                            
ZAC'S CAR zooms past, windows open, ZAC's left hand hanging
out the driver-side window.
                                                            
 
INT. ZAC'S CAR, LOCAL STREETS - DAY
                                                            
ZAC'S CAR is old, a hand-me-down, but obviously well-loved
and in reasonably good shape, with Super Big Gulps of
Mountain Dew in the cupholders and a Costco-sized bag of
Cheetos between the two of them.
                                                            
MACY's hair whips around in the wind. She sips her soda.
                                                            
ZAC shoots her a crooked grin as he drives.
                                                            
                       ZAC
So. Frankie showed me the
turquoise number of yours.
                                                            
MACY snorts soda out of her nose.
                                                            
ZAC hands her a gigantic wad of napkins.
                                                            
MACY awkwardly dabs soda from her face.
                                                            
                       MACY
You, uh...you saw that?
                                                            
ZAC shrugs with a slightly guilty smile.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Well, normally I would ignore
anything Frankie says or sends me,
but it sounded urgent.
                                                            
MACY raises her eyebrows sarcastically.
                                                            
                       MACY
Mm. Prom dresses are just the
epitome of urgency, aren't they?
                                                            
                       ZAC
Only when pretty girls are wearing
them.
                                                            
MACY ducks her head, hiding her blush, trying not to giggle
like a schoolgirl.
                                                            
ZAC misinterprets her silence.
                                                            

25.

                       ZAC
Sorry. That was...inappropriate.
                                                            
MACY rushes to reassure him.
                                                            
                       MACY
Not really. It was just kind
of...blunt.
                                                            
An awkward beat. They're both embarrased.
                                                            
MACY's reaction: word vomit.
                                                            
                       MACY
Blunt is...blunt is good. I
like...bluntiness.
                                                            
ZAC laughs genuinely.
                                                            
MACY joins in, slightly forced, but the awkwardness is
broken.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Bluntiness. That's a good word.
Very cromulent.
                                                            
Their laughter dies.
                                                            
The silence now is comfortable.
                                                            
After a moment, MACY fills the silence.
                                                            
                       MACY
How's the band going? Do you guys
have any gigs or anything coming
up?
                                                            
                       ZAC
Funny you should mention that. We
do.
      (finishing
       awkwardly)
Have a gig, I mean. We, uh...we
just don't have a singer anymore.
                                                            
ZAC seems oddly focused on driving.
                                                            
                       MACY
What happened this time?
                                                            
ZAC looks uncomfortable.
                                                            

26.

                       ZAC
Eh, you know. Relationship
troubles. Tony and Beth broke up
again. We let Tony stay in the
band...bro code, all that jazz...
                                                            
                       MACY
So who's singing for your gig?
                                                            
And now we know why ZAC was uncomfortable.
                                                            
                       ZAC
No one, yet. Actually, I was kind
of hoping...
                                                            
He drops his voice to a barely-audible mutter.
                                                            
                       ZAC
...you'd do it.
                                                            
MACY gives ZAC a look.
                                                            
                       MACY
Me? Sing?
                                                            
ZAC shrugs.
                                                            
                       ZAC
You sing all the time.
                                                            
                       MACY
Well, yeah, in the car. In the
shower.
                                                            
                       ZAC
You sing in the shower?
                                                            
                       MACY
      (defensively)
It has good ambience! Look, the
point is, I don't sing in front of
people.
                                                            
                       ZAC
You sing in front of me.
                                                            
MACY glares at him. That's not the point.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Look, when you get on-stage, I'll
tell everybody to turn around and
plug their ears. And you can
imagine them in their underwear or
            (MORE)

27.

                       ZAC (cont'd)
something.
                                                            
MACY tries not to laugh in spite of herself.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Please, Macy? I won't even make
you go to Prom with me. I just
really need this favor.
                                                            
MACY gives him a look.
                                                            
                       MACY
What time is the gig?
                                                            
ZAC hugs her exuberantly.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Aw, thanks, Macy!
                                                            
He isn't at the steering wheel.
                                                            
MACY pushes him back towards the steering wheel with a
panicked noise.
                                                            
                       MACY
Zac!
                                                            
A CAR honks behind them.
                                                            
ZAC resumes driving, shouts at the driver behind them as he
passes.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Yeah, yeah, I'm driving.
                                                            
He smiles at MACY nervously.
                                                            
She smiles back.
                                                            
ZAC swallows.
                                                            
                       ZAC
But...I'd still really like to go
to Prom with you.
                                                            
                       MACY
I know.
                                                            
ZAC understands that this is her way of saying 'yes.' MACY
leans back in her chair, exhaling sharply.
                                                            

28.

                       MACY
So. What songs did you say you
were doing?
                                                            
 
INT. BACKSTAGE, THE CIRCUS BEAN - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY peers around the corner of the curtain nervously,
watching the on-stage act perform.
                                                            
They're moderately good.
                                                            
Their LEAD SINGER is really into it, rocking his head and
hands around as he sings.
                                                            
The song ends to sparse applause.
                                                            
MACY jumps; ZAC has laid a hand on her shoulder.
                                                            
She turns to look at him.
                                                            
He squeezes her shoulder.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (whispers)
We're next.
                                                            
Seeing her nervous look...
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (quietly)
You'll do fine. Just sing the song
and don't worry about the
audience.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (frantic whisper)
But what if I get off-tempo? What
if you get off-tempo?
                                                            
ZAC throws his arms up.
                                                            
                       ZAC
What if Greg Kinnear shows up and
starts chucking monkeys at us?
Doesn't matter. Just perform your
best, and you'll do fine.
                                                            
Onstage, we hear a HIPSTER EMCEE...
                                                            
                       EMCEE
Up next we have the wonderful...
                                                            

29.

His next words are drowned out as ZAC kisses MACY on the
forehead briefly.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (whispered)
Good luck.
                                                            
                       EMCEE
      (continuing)
...Zombie Ent Collective.
                                                            
ZAC drags MACY ONSTAGE.
                                                            
 
INT. THE AUDIENCE, ABANDONED THEATER - NIGHT
                                                            
FLASHBACK!!!
                                                            
Through MACY's ears we hear a rushing sound like a waterfall
or thunderous applause.
                                                            
Without any spoken words, we see the MAN from her photo up
on the STAGE with a guitar slung across his chest, looking a
little worse for the wear--unshaven, his flannel outer shirt
rumpled.
                                                            
We see YOUNG MACY's face in the barely lit front row of the
audience, bright and curious. Her younger hair is a dirty
blond--it darkened over the years. She looks to be about six
years old.
                                                            
A SECOND MAN with crossed arms comes from offstage left,
starts "yelling" silently at the MAN from the photo.
                                                            
The MAN from the photo barks something back at him...
                                                            
...and looks out into the AUDIENCE. He freezes.
                                                            
His face lights up as if nothing else in the world mattered,
as if he had just seen the sun for the first time: he sees
his DAUGHTER, his little baby girl.
                                                            
He mouths her name: "MACY."
                                                            
She grins back at him, reaching her arms out for a hug.
                                                            
We hear her voice, the only spoken words retained in her
memory, ringing softly under all the "applause" and rushing.
                                                            
                       YOUNG MACY
Daddy!
                                                            
 

30.

INT. ONSTAGE, THE CIRCUS BEAN - NIGHT
                                                            
The memory fades away to MACY'S present-day and a quiet
smattering of applause.
                                                            
MACY, blinded by her "spotlight," soon adjusts her eyes and
realizes that it is just a small coffee shop they are
performing in.
                                                            
With a nervous look at ZAC and the DRUMMER, she steps up to
the mike--as they get in their respective instrument
positions (GUITAR and DRUM KIT).
                                                            
She bites her lip nervously.
                                                            
ZAC looks at her for the cue.
                                                            
A deep breath...and she nods.
                                                            
The two guys START PLAYING "REHAB" by AMY WINEHOUSE.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sung)
"They try to make me go to rehab.
I say no, no, no. Yes, I been
black--"
                                                            
Her eyes dart to ZAC.
                                                            
He gives her a reassuring nod, keeps playing.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sung)
"But when I come back, you'll all
know, know know..."
                                                            
She glances at ZAC, trying not to panic.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sung)
"I ain't got the time, and if my
Daddy thinks I'm fine, they try to
make me go to rehab, I say no, no,
no."
                                                            
She's doing okay. She's actually doing okay. Her face
becomes melodramatic. She twirls around, starts dancing a
bit.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (belting)
"I'd rather be at home with Ray.
And I ain't got seventy days."
                                                            

31.

ZAC gets really into the song, grins at MACY as he plays.
                                                            
She starts to enjoy herself.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sung)
"Cause there's nothing, there's
nothing you can teach me that I
can't learn from Mr. Hathaway. I
didn't get a lot in class, but I
know it don't come in a shot
glass."
                                                            
We see her foot an inch from the mike cord.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sung)
"They try to make me go to rehab,
I say no, no, no. Yes, I been
black, but when I come back,
you'll all know, know, know. I
ain't got the time, and if my
Daddy thinks I'm fine, just try to
make me go to rehab, I won't go,
go..."
                                                            
She takes a step in her dance...
                                                            
SHE TRIPS!
                                                            
                       MACY (cont.)
      (shriek-sung)
GO!
                                                            
She lands on her hands with a loud thump.
                                                            
The room collectively gasps. The piano traipses to a stop as
ZAC stands up to check on her.
                                                            
The MIKE falls on top of MACY, letting out a loud shriek of
feedback.
                                                            
 
INT. THE STAGE, ABANDONED THEATER - NIGHT
                                                            
FLASHBACK AGAIN.
                                                            
FLOWING FROM MACY'S FLASHBACK TRIGGER: a MIKE hits the stage
floor with a shriek of feedback, rolls around.
                                                            

32.

YOUNG MACY's peers around the curtain tentatively,
un-noticed by her DAD or the SECOND MAN. She looks confused,
scared, watching something happen up on the stage. She hides
back behind the curtain.
                                                            
The sound muted again, we see MACY'S FATHER fighting with
the SECOND MAN from before.
                                                            
One of them threw the mike to the floor in a fit of rage.
                                                            
Present-day MACY stands in the audience, but she looks as if
she is far away, at the far end of a long tunnel, her face
crestfallen as she watches the darkest moments of her life
flash before her eyes.
                                                            
But of course, she is not really there.
                                                            
 
INT. ONSTAGE, THE CIRCUS BEAN - NIGHT
                                                            
The memory slips away abruptly and MACY finds herself in the
real world, hands still stinging from the fall.
                                                            
ZAC looks at her with concern, crouches down beside her. He
starts to ask if she's alright.
                                                            
MACY looks very sad. Not on the verge of tears, just a
sadness in her eyes that most girls her age cannot
accomplish.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (questioningly)
Mace...
                                                            
MACY looks at him calmly, almost coldly.
                                                            
She gets up stiffly, but doesn't say anything to ZAC. She
replaces the MIKE where it belongs.
                                                            
And calmly exits the stage, walks out the back door.
                                                            
A cold SLAM.
                                                            
Everyone in the cafe and ZAC stare after her, bewildered.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE CIRCUS BEAN - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY, wearing the same t-shirt, jeans, and father's flannel
combo she wore inside, shivers a little in the night air.
                                                            
She looks at a streetlight for a moment, looking for
answers.
                                                            

33.

It doesn't reply.
                                                            
Cut back to her face, looking wounded. She sighs.
                                                            
A beat-up car pulls up beside her.
                                                            
She looks confused, but doesn't back away.
                                                            
The window rolls down: it's FRANKIE.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (confused)
Mace! What's wrong? I thought you
were performing.
                                                            
MACY walks to the car, opens the door.
                                                            
She gets in, sits down without a word.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks at her, concerned.
                                                            
 
INT. FRANKIE'S CAR - NIGHT
                                                            
FRANKIE'S CAR is not half as well-loved as ZAC'S. Actually,
it's a pigsty, and a hand-me-down pigsty to boot. It looks
kind of like Chuck Norris tested out his Action Jeans by
attacking the car.
                                                            
MACY sits down, her face forcibly blank.
                                                            
FRANKIE stares at her, seriously worried.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Dude...
                                                            
She puts a friendly hand on MACY's shoulder.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You okay?
                                                            
MACY lets out a shaky breath, a few tears roll down her
cheek.
                                                            
She shakes her head frantically.
                                                            
FRANKIE fishes through the junk underneath her seat,
retrieves a battered but unopened package of Kleenex from
some long-lost flu season. She rips it open, hands it to
MACY, who takes it with a watery smile-sob.
                                                            
A beat.
                                                            

34.

                       FRANKIE
You wanna talk about it?
                                                            
MACY takes a shaky breath, calming down.
                                                            
She shakes her head.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You wanna go for a drive?
                                                            
MACY hesitates, then nods.
                                                            
FRANKIE presses her lips together worriedly.
                                                            
She turns the key, pulls out of her "parking" space next to
the curb.
                                                            
We watch them drive away out of the dimly-lit alleyway and
onto the yellow-lit street.
                                                            
Return to the car's interior.
                                                            
FRANKIE is driving. MACY blows her nose with a trumpet-like
honk.
                                                            
Her eyes keep darting to MACY.
                                                            
MACY is frighteningly statue-like apart from the occasional
sniffle.
                                                            
A long beat.
                                                            
ABRUPTLY.
                                                            
                       MACY
You got anything in the car?
                                                            
FRANKIE looks surprised that MACY is talking.
                                                            
Then confused.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (clarifying)
Something to drink?
                                                            
FRANKIE looks surprised, but not necessarily displeased.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Sure.
                                                            
She gets a water bottle out of the glove compartment, tosses
it to MACY.
                                                            

35.

MACY opens it, takes a big gulp.
                                                            
FRANKIE reaches out a hand with a note of almost-panic.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Mace, that's strong...
                                                            
MACY has taken the whole gulp without so much as a wince.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (trailing off)
...stuff...
                                                            
She looks back to the road, but keeps darting glances at
MACY.
                                                            
MACY lets out an "ah" like she has drunk a cold soda.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks at her squarely, concerned.
                                                            
She sighs, shakes her head, focuses her eyes on the road up
ahead.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Maybe you got off the meds a
little too quick. Why didn't you
split them?
                                                            
MACY takes another swig.
                                                            
                       MACY
Time release.
                                                            
FRANKIE purses her lips.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Maybe we should put off the whole
corrupting thing...wait until
you're a little more settled...
                                                            
MACY gives FRANKIE a strange look.
                                                            
                       MACY
And I thought I was the goody
two-shoes.
                                                            
FRANKIE gets irritated, shoots a scowl at MACY.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I'm not opposed to party-ing in
general. I just don't want you
getting hurt, is all.
                                                            

36.

MACY looks touched...then offended...then just confused. She
takes another drink to compensate. It doesn't go down
smoothly--she grimaces a little, glances at the bottle, then
at her friend.
                                                            
                       MACY
I'll be fine.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You sure?
                                                            
Another sip.
                                                            
                       MACY
Positive.
                                                            
 
EXT. FRANKIE'S CAR, THE HIGHWAY - NIGHT
                                                            
FRANKIE in her CAR cruises along down the highway, into the
night.
                                                            
 
INT. ENTRYWAY, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY comes in the front door, looking mussed, but not
flat-on-her-back drunk.
                                                            
She looks around a little guiltily as if expecting her
mother waiting up to bust her.
                                                            
Nothing.
                                                            
She hears the TV on in the other room.
                                                            
Goes to investigate.
                                                            
 
INT. FAMILY ROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
Her MOM is sprawled asleep on the couch.
                                                            
She fell asleep watching the TV.
                                                            
An old sitcom plays quietly in the background.
                                                            
MACY sighs, relieved that her MOM isn't awake.
                                                            
But she feels bad that her MOM is asleep on the couch.
                                                            
She grabs a throw blanket off the seat-back, unfolds it.
                                                            
She lays it gently on top of her MOM.
                                                            

37.

And notices something...
                                                            
A TV GUIDE, lying open on the floor next to her MOM's hand.
                                                            
MACY bends down to grab it, picks it up to investigate.
                                                            
Her eyes widen, soften at something.
                                                            
"DR WHO" is circled on the schedule with a sharpie.
                                                            
MACY, feeling guilty now, sighs almost resentfully at her
MOM.
                                                            
She starts to leave.
                                                            
She puts the TV GUIDE on top of the TV, turns the TV off.
                                                            
Reaches for the light switch...pauses...
                                                            
                       MACY
      (softly)
Night, mom.
                                                            
She turns off the light. Leaves.
                                                            
Her MOM smiles a little in her sleep.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY enters her room, closes the door.
                                                            
She searches for something on the floor of her messy room.
She finds a pair of sweatpants.
                                                            
She gets changed out of view of the camera. Halfway through
dressing, bent over double, she notices her cell phone on
the dresser, sees something on the screen. She picks it up,
holds it up to her ear.
                                                            
                       MACHINE
      (on the phone)
You have one new message.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (on the phone)
Um...hi, Macy, it's Zac. I guess
you don't have your phone with
you, but I'm just checking in to
see if you're alright. Give me a
call when you get this. You, uh,
have my number. So...hopefully
I'll talk to you soon.
                                                            

38.

It beeps.
                                                            
MACY sighs, yanks her sweatpants on, puts the phone down.
                                                            
MACY flops backwards onto her BED, almost identical to the
previous night.
                                                            
She looks up to the PICTURE on her ceiling again--this time
with a hard expression on her face.
                                                            
Her face softens.
                                                            
Gently, she sits up halfway.
                                                            
Reaches out for the PICTURE.
                                                            
She pulls it down.
                                                            
Looks at it for a moment.
                                                            
She lies back down, pulling her teddy bear to her chest.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (to the picture)
Night, Dad.
                                                            
We look down on her from the ceiling.
                                                            
Spiraling up and away as she falls asleep with the picture
in her hand.
                                                            
She is obscured by the semi-transparent scarf hanging from
her ceiling.
                                                            
Fade to black.
                                                            
 
INT. THE HALLWAY, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
Abrupt cut to FRANKIE leaning against the locker next to
MACY's.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
So, are we still on for tonight?
                                                            
MACY blinks rapidly, as though just awoken.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sleepily)
Tonight?
                                                            
FRANKIE makes a 'duh' face, with a little help from her
hands.
                                                            

39.

                       FRANKIE
Yes, tonight. The party. Remember?
                                                            
MACY searches for the memory for a moment.
                                                            
Recalls.
                                                            
She reaches an arm into her locker to get something.
                                                            
Partly fishing for her things, partly stalling...
                                                            
                       MACY
Was that tonight? I don't really
remember getting a definitive
'date' on this party.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Well, when else would we have it?
It's Friday.
                                                            
MACY pokes her head into the LOCKER to look for her stealthy
textbook.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (under her breath)
Everybody's Russian.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (bewildered)
What?
                                                            
MACY forces a smile, blinks innocently as her face returns
from the depths of her locker, history book in hand.
                                                            
                       MACY
Nothing.
                                                            
She shuts her locker, gets back on topic.
                                                            
                       MACY
So. Party. What time's it at? And
do we have a house, or are we just
going to stand around in an alley
and drink with the hobos?
                                                            
FRANKIE chuckles knowingly as they head down the hallway to
their next class.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (significantly)
Oh. We have a house alright.
                                                            
MACY widens her eyes: THAT tone can only mean trouble.
                                                            

40.

                       MACY
Oh God.
                                                            
FRANKIE chuckles.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Relax.
      (with an air of
       fake formality)
We, my good woman, are going to
Katie Peverell's home.
                                                            
                       MACY
Katie? Doesn't she usually live
in...
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Atherton? Yes, she does. Her
fabulously wealthy father and
newlywed stepmother are going on a
honeymoon in the Mediterranean.
Leaving their house highly
available and prone to party-age.
                                                            
MACY bites her lip, a little uncomfortable with this idea.
                                                            
FRANKIE softens a little bit, recalling the previous night.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Macy, if you don't want to go...
                                                            
But MACY exhales through her nose sharply, releasing her
lip, and surrenders to her best friend's shenanigans.
                                                            
                       MACY
No, no, it's alright. What time
are we talking here? Will I need
to spend the night at your place?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Didn't think of that. Yeah, that
would probably be good,
considering the party doesn't even
start until after your curfew.
                                                            
MACY's eyes bug out.
                                                            
                       MACY
Jesus, Frankie, how late are we
talking here?
                                                            
FRANKIE has to think about it for a second.
                                                            

41.

That tells MACY everything she needs to know.
                                                            
                       MACY
You DO remember the part about Zac
coming along with us, right?
                                                            
FRANKIE pulls out her cell phone.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Chillax, love. He's already
on-board.
                                                            
FRANKIE starts dialing a number into her cell phone as she
and MACY walk down the stairs to their class.
                                                            
                       MACY
I'm not sure what to be more
scared of: the fact that you just
used the word "chillax," or the
thought of what you must have done
to Zac to get him to go along with
this.
                                                            
FRANKIE holds the phone up to her ear, holds the mouth piece
away from her mouth as she speaks to MACY.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I didn't do anything. It was all
you.
                                                            
                       MACY
Me? What're you talking about, I
didn't even--
                                                            
FRANKIE makes a cutting-off gesture: MACY shuts up.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (to phone)
Hey, Fitzgerald. She's in.
      (a pause)
No, I did NOT resort to blackmail,
thank you very much.
                                                            
MACY gives her a questioning look.
                                                            
FRANKIE mouths "Zac" in reply; listens to him on the other
end.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Yes, she will be there in one
piece. See you there at eleven.
      (a pause)
Hate you too. Bye.
                                                            

42.

She hangs up.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Told you he's in.
                                                            
MACY sighs heavily.
                                                            
                       MACY
If I didn't know better, I'd say
that you two were an old married
couple.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Yeah, I guess. But could you
honestly imagine me as a "Mrs.
Fitzgerald?"
                                                            
The TARDY BELL rings overhead.
                                                            
FRANKIE glares at the source of the sound.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (loudly)
Ah, shuddup.
                                                            
She rolls her eyes at MACY.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
C'mon, Ms. Two Shoes. Let's get
you to physio semi-on-time.
                                                            
                       MACY
Cat dissection. Wouldn't wanna
miss that.
                                                            
 
INT. WAITING ROOM, THE DISCIPLINARY OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
There might have been a budget for furniture and sanitation
at one point at Thomas Reed High School, but it has long
since dried up--as evidenced by the battered and dirty walls
and shredded chairs that even the Salvation Army would
refuse to sell.
                                                            
FRANKIE, it would seem, does not have such high standards,
as she appears quite comfortable slouching at a ridiculously
low angle in one of the battered chairs. She stares with an
almost drug-induced fascination at the piece of spearmint
gum stuck to the wall opposite her.
                                                            

43.

Her gaze is not broken when MACY enters looking quite
bedraggled, a pair of safety goggles resting precariously on
her frizzy hair. She leans against the table next to
FRANKIE.
                                                            
MACY figures she should settle in for a while, slumps down
next to FRANKIE.
                                                            
                       MACY
Was that all really necessary?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You have to admit, the eulogy was
a nice touch.
                                                            
MACY shrugs, but grants it a "meh" face.
                                                            
They sit in comfortable silence for a second.
                                                            
                       MACY
So, detention?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Yep.
                                                            
                       MACY
You gonna go?
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Nope.
                                                            
MACY nods. This happens a lot.
                                                            
The silence stretches on for a second.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (off-hand)
Do you smell ramen?
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BATHROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY, clad in semi-trendy clothes for once, applies makeup
in the mirror.
                                                            
In the midst of applying mascara, MACY notices her MOM
hovering in the doorway.
                                                            
                       MACY
What?
                                                            
                       MOM
You don't usually wear makeup.
                                                            

44.

MACY makes a face, closes the mascara.
                                                            
                       MACY
I don't usually have much of a
social life.
                                                            
Her MOM gives a little wistful smile as MACY applies a coat
of lip balm.
                                                            
                       MOM
Would you murder me if I made a
"when I was your age" comment?
                                                            
                       MACY
      (deadpan)
Brutally. With a chainsaw.
                                                            
MACY'S MOM reveals a slightly cooler side.
                                                            
                       MOM
Look out, San Quentin.
                                                            
An awkward beat.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (relenting)
Alright, you got me. What did you
do when 'you were my age?'
                                                            
                       MOM
Oh, I don't remember. I did a lot
of things, most of which I have
managed to blot from my memory.
                                                            
MACY's face hardens. Her MOM realizes that she has said
something wrong.
                                                            
                       MOM
      (quickly)
Things that I regret, sweetie, I'm
not...
                                                            
She's just making it worse.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (tersely)
You mean like Dad?
                                                            
MACY'S MOM looks wounded by the accusation, but not in a sad
way--as if MACY struck a little too close to the mark.
                                                            

45.

                       MOM
Michelle Hart, I don't regret
marrying your father.
                                                            
MACY flares up, coldly irritated.
                                                            
                       MACY
Yeah? Sure looks like it. You
never play his music anymore.
                                                            
Her MOM is angry now. Their banter has, once again, gone
sour faster than milk in the heat.
                                                            
                       MOM
His songs are all on cassette,
Macy, even if I wanted to play
them, the boom box probably
doesn't even work anymore.
                                                            
                       MACY
"Even if you wanted to?" You don't
want to. You just want to pretend
that he never existed.
                                                            
                       MOM
That's enough.
                                                            
                       MACY
No, it's not. Nothing could
possibly be enough to bring him---
                                                            
                       MOM
That's enough!
                                                            
MACY glares at her MOM for a second.
                                                            
                       MACY
Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow.
                                                            
She storms out, brushing past her MOM.
                                                            
                       MOM
Where exactly are you going?
                                                            
MACY stops in her tracks, throws her hands up.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sarcastically)
New Flipping Jersey.
      (rolling her eyes)
I'm spending the night at
Frankie's. Same as always.
                                                            

46.

She walks off brusquely, leaving her MOM sad and confused in
her wake.
                                                            
Her MOM winces as the front door SLAMS.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE PEVERELL RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
KATIE PEVERELL lives in Atherton--think Beverly Hills, but
with less beach and more deciduous trees.
                                                            
A BASS LINE to a rock song resonates through the building,
projecting quietly out onto the lawn in front.
                                                            
MACY, FRANKIE, and WILL head briskly across the lawn towards
the house.
                                                            
FRANKIE waggles her eyebrows.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You ready to rock?
                                                            
MACY totally isn't. But she fakes a smile, weakly pumps a
fist in the air.
                                                            
 
INT. THE PEVERELL RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
BAM. The music hits the trio like a shockwave.
                                                            
MACY crosses her arms, looking uncomfortable with the 'party
scene.'
                                                            
WILL gives her a sympathetic smile, but remains on FRANKIE'S
elbow.
                                                            
There are people EVERYWHERE: on the stairs, talking and
drinking; at the food and drink table in the next room,
laughing and drinking; next to the speakers in the next
room, dancing and drinking...
                                                            
Drinking is kind of a theme here.
                                                            
FRANKIE, on the other hand, looks completely at ease with
the party.
                                                            
She dives right into the action, dragging WILL awkwardly by
the hand.
                                                            
She runs into SOMEBODY she knows.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Hey.
                                                            

47.

They keep going.
                                                            
FRANKIE sees an ACQUAINTANCE.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (to ACQUAINTANCE)
Hey!
                                                            
WILL doesn't stop as quickly as she does, walks right into a
GIRL dancing.
                                                            
                       WILL
      (to GIRL)
Sorry...
                                                            
With an awkward wave, FRANKIE tugs him along through the
crowd.
                                                            
MACY follows a few paces behind them, arms crossed stiffly.
                                                            
She stops again--FRANKIE has run into a 'scene' girl whose
hair looks to be the soul mate of FRANKIE'S colorful 'do.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (greeting her)
Katie! Hi!!!
                                                            
KATIE smiles, hugs FRANKIE. Nods at WILL.
                                                            
She eyes MACY with curiosity.
                                                            
                       KATIE
Who's the Puritan?
                                                            
FRANKIE looks slightly uncomfortable having someone as plain
as MACY with her at the party--especially since MACY isn't
even pretending to enjoy herself.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
This is Macy. Macy, Katie.
                                                            
MACY smiles politely and extends a hand to shake.
                                                            
                       MACY
Nice to meet you.
                                                            
KATIE doesn't take the hand.
                                                            
She tilts her head exaggeratedly.
                                                            
                       KATIE
Like the Thanksgiving parade?
                                                            

48.

FRANKIE forces a laugh; she sees this conversation dwindling
into "small talk" land.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Yep. She's got a sister named J.C.
Penney.
      (to MACY)
Why don't you go get something to
drink while me and Katie get
re-acquainted?
                                                            
MACY nods, leaves with a little smile.
                                                            
She wanders around the party, arms hugged to her chest.
                                                            
She eyes all the people acting like drunken fools with some
distaste.
                                                            
Moves on.
                                                            
She arrives at a table of cups--beer pong.
                                                            
A DRUNK GUY approaches her, puts a meaty hand on her
shoulder.
                                                            
                       DRUNK GUY
Hey. What's a cute girl like you
doing sober?
                                                            
MACY smiles nervously.
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh, I uh...
                                                            
The DRUNK GUY pulls her towards one end of the table,
settles himself at the other end.
                                                            
                       DRUNK GUY
C'mon. Play a round.
                                                            
MACY doesn't know how to react; she tries to make an excuse.
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh, I don't know how to play.
                                                            
                       DRUNK GUY
I'll teach you. It's reaaaaaallly
easy.
                                                            
He bounces the ping pong ball; it lands in one of MACY's
cups.
                                                            
He gives her a meaningful look.
                                                            

49.

Questioningly, she picks up the cup.
                                                            
He nods.
                                                            
A moment of hesitation...
                                                            
She stares at it...
                                                            
...throws it back.
                                                            
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
                                                            
MACY has turned over more than half of her cups.
                                                            
The DRUNK GUY is on his last cup.
                                                            
A CROWD has gathered at this point, watching them.
                                                            
It's the DRUNK GUY's turn.
                                                            
He grins, bounces the ball sloppily...
                                                            
It misses.
                                                            
The CROWD 'ohhhs.'
                                                            
MACY, pretty drunk now, gives an uncharacteristic grin.
                                                            
She bounces the ball...
                                                            
...misses by a mile...
                                                            
...hitting the DRUNK GUY on the forehead.
                                                            
With an "oof" of pain--or surprise--the DRUNK GUY stumbles,
and passes out cold on the floor.
                                                            
The CROWD goes nuts.
                                                            
Someone hands MACY a celebratory drink.
                                                            
She knocks it back.
                                                            
A MONTAGE.
                                                            
MACY drinks.
                                                            
And drinks.
                                                            
And drinks some more.
                                                            
Her last drink goes down in slo-mo, her eyes closed in a
drunken haze.
                                                            
 

50.

INT. THE BATHROOM, PEVERELL RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY is curled over the toilet, puking her guts out.
                                                            
She thinks she's done...then more.
                                                            
FINALLY, she stops coughing and gagging.
                                                            
She rests her chin on her arms, on top of the toilet seat.
                                                            
Breathes deeply a few times.
                                                            
Slowly, after a moment, she gets to her feet.
                                                            
She wipes a hand across her mouth with disgust, trying to
get the traces of vomit off.
                                                            
She crosses the bathroom, moving slowly so she doesn't fall
over.
                                                            
 
INT. THE LIBRARY, PEVERELL RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
The LIBRARY of the Peverell home, unlike the rest of the
house, actually looks lived in--the bookshelves are tall,
but wooden, and filled to the brim with books of varying
ages and sizes that look as if they have all been read at
least once. On one wall is a window to the night outside. On
the other is a plushy couch, perfect for reading...
                                                            
...and burrowing as ZAC has apparently discovered. He is
snuggled deep into the stuffed, slightly battered cushions,
fully clothed except for the shoes he kicked off, his nose
buried in a well-loved copy of "Wuthering Heights."
                                                            
MACY opens the door, staggers in, wiping a hand messily
across her lips again. She stops abruptly when she sees ZAC,
bracing herself against the doorway. She smiles crookedly as
she watches him read, oblivious to her entrance.
                                                            
                       MACY
Well, aren't you just a raging
ball of hard-core right now?
                                                            
ZAC jumps, glances up.
                                                            
She walks into the room a little bit, stumbles in her
drunkenness, decides to sit halfway across the floor to ZAC.
                                                            
                       MACY
What is that, Jane Austen?
                                                            

51.

                       ZAC
Emily Bronte.
                                                            
A beat. ZAC puts his book down awkwardly, finished with the
paragraph.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Where were you earlier? I was
looking for you.
                                                            
                       MACY
Barfing. I got most of it in the
toilet.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Oh...well that's...good.
      (unsure what to
       say)
Sorry I wasn't here earlier. Our
dryer was being stupid and I had
to iron my shirt.
                                                            
                       MACY
Old school!
                                                            
ZAC smiles apologetically. MACY shrugs.
                                                            
                       MACY
It's cool. I played beer pong for
a while.
      (clarifying)
I won.
                                                            
ZAC looks surprised.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Shouldn't you be, like, Mel
Gibson-ing right now?
                                                            
                       MACY
I think a lot of people just use
booze as an excuse. I mean, it's
not like you become a different
person after a six-pack. It just
kills your inhibitions for a
while, lets you do things that
you'd usually...not do.
                                                            
                       ZAC
That's deep. Bordering on
Freudian. But...deep.
                                                            

52.

MACY scoots up onto the couch next to him. They both sit
back, leaning their heads and necks over the back of the
couch. ZAC closes his eyes. MACY looks at the ceiling
thoughtfully.
                                                            
                       MACY
Is there ever anything you really
wanted to do, but were too scared
to try?
                                                            
                       ZAC
Rip off all my clothes and sing an
aria from the top of Mount
Everest?
                                                            
MACY chuckles.
                                                            
                       MACY
You're a dork.
                                                            
                       ZAC
      (teasing)
I know. But you love me anyway.
                                                            
MACY'S smile changes from amused to legitimately content,
and thoughtful. She turns her head sideways to consider him
for a moment.
                                                            
                       MACY
Yeah, I guess I do.
                                                            
A beat.
                                                            
ZAC'S face turns serious too. And a little scared-looking.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Actually, there was one thing.
                                                            
ZAC turns his head. MACY turns again to face him.
                                                            
ZAC freezes, terrified. But the moment is there.
                                                            
They KISS.
                                                            
They break apart. MACY smiles.
                                                            
                       MACY
See what a little liquid courage
can do?
                                                            
                       ZAC
I haven't been drinking. That was
all this.
                                                            

53.

He holds one of her hands to his heart to illustrate his
point.
                                                            
MACY kisses him.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (teasing)
I might've guessed you were a
closet romantic.
                                                            
She kisses him again. And he kisses her. And they're kissing
and kissing and they're making out and somehow they're
horizontal on the couch.
                                                            
They come up for air, and ZAC comes to his senses. He
realizes that he is hovering over her in a very suggestive
manner. Like a bucket of cold water splashed over his head,
he is sober from the moment all at once.
                                                            
MACY frowns. She strokes her thumb across his cheek.
                                                            
                       MACY
What's wrong?
                                                            
He brushes the hair back from her face gently.
                                                            
                       ZAC
It's...nothing.
                                                            
His voice is flat, forcing himself to not do something he
will regret. MACY looks hurt, interpreting his voice to mean
rejection.
                                                            
He sits up slowly, slipping out from under MACY awkwardly.
He gives a perfunctory glance at the window.
                                                            
                       ZAC
It's just...late. You should
probably sleep.
                                                            
ZAC gets up to leave. MACY laces her fingers through his in
a quietly pleading way.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Macy...
                                                            
                       MACY
Please. Stay. I...I'm scared I'll
do something I wouldn't normally
do.
                                                            
ZAC relents, pulls her to his chest gently. She closes her
eyes, leans against him. He strokes her hair softly. She

54.

tries not to cry, but a single tear rolls down her cheek in
spite of herself. ZAC notices it, but doesn't say anything.
He just brushes the tear away with this thumb. And they lay
there silently, MACY falling asleep, and ZAC staring at the
girl in his arms.
                                                            
 
INT. THE LIBRARY, PEVERELL RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
It is morning. The sun is shining, birds are chirping.
                                                            
MACY, curled up on the couch, smiles in her sleep. She
cuddles up closer to...
                                                            
She opens her eyes slowly. She's alone. A flash of pain in
her eyes...then nothing.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE PEVERELL RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY closes the door.
                                                            
Starts walking down the path of the front lawn.
                                                            
Stops.
                                                            
Glances back as if expecting ZAC to burst through.
                                                            
But he's gone.
                                                            
She leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. ENTRYWAY, THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY comes in.
                                                            
Closes the door.
                                                            
Leans back against the door, closing her eyes and facing the
ceiling for a moment.
                                                            
Collected, she goes into the KITCHEN.
                                                            
 
INT. KITCHEN, THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY comes in, looking for something to eat.
                                                            
She looks in the cabinets.
                                                            
Nothing good.
                                                            

55.

She is about to look in the fridge...
                                                            
When she notices a NOTE on the door.
                                                            
She looks at it: "EMERGENCY MEETING. BACK AT 6."
                                                            
She doesn't visibly respond to the note once she has read
it.
                                                            
Opens the fridge door.
                                                            
Looks for food.
                                                            
Nothing good.
                                                            
Closes the fridge.
                                                            
Opens the freezer.
                                                            
She grabs a carton of ICE CREAM.
                                                            
She closes the door.
                                                            
Gets a spoon.
                                                            
She is about to go into the living room to watch TV with her
ICE CREAM...when she gets an idea.
                                                            
As if an afterthought, she grabs a BOTTLE OF WINE out of the
fridge.
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM, THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY flops onto the couch with her ICE CREAM and BOTTLE OF
WINE.
                                                            
She turns on the TV with the remote.
                                                            
Takes a huge bite of ICE CREAM.
                                                            
Starts watching TV.
                                                            
She uncorks the bottle of WINE, takes a giant swig.
                                                            
She sees the kissing scene in the rain from "THE NOTEBOOK."
                                                            
She notices it. Swallows heavily. After a moment of wistful
pause, she changes the channel, taking another gulp of wine
as she does.
                                                            
She sees a scene from "CASABLANCA."
                                                            

56.

                       ILSA (ON THE TELEVISION)
"With the whole world crumbling,
we pick this time to fall in
love."
                                                            
MACY scowls, sits up, slouches forward, elbows on her knees.
She changes the channel.
                                                            
It's the closing scene from "JUNO."
                                                            
                       JUNO (ON THE TELEVISION)
      (singing)
"You're a part-time lover and a
full-time friend..."
                                                            
Channel change.
                                                            
A random cop show with TWO PEOPLE KISSING.
                                                            
A soap opera with TWO OTHER PEOPLE KISSING.
                                                            
She changes the channel furiously.
                                                            
Love scene.
                                                            
Love scene.
                                                            
Love scene.
                                                            
                       BILLIE MAYS (ON THE TELEVISION)
      (way too loud)
HI!!! BILLIE MAYS HERE!!!!!!
                                                            
MACY yelps, falls over, almost dropping the WINE BOTTLE.
                                                            
The INFORMERCIAL continues at a quieter tone in the
background as MACY collects herself, gets up off the ground
slowly.
                                                            
She is shaken, sits down heavily on the couch, sinking in
and sitting back.
                                                            
The INFOMERCIAL ends, and the regular programming comes back
to life.
                                                            
It's "LIFE OF BRIAN."
                                                            
We hear the opening music for "THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE."
                                                            
                       ERIC IDLE (ON THE TELEVISION)
      (singing)
"Always look on the bright side of
life."
                                                            

57.

MACY looks blankly at the TV, as if actually listening to it
as serious advice.
                                                            
We hear whistling.
                                                            
Her eyes drooping, her posture slumping, MACY takes an
aimless swig from the bottle. Wipes her mouth with the back
of her hand.
                                                            
                       ERIC IDLE (ON THE TELEVISION)
      (singing)
"Always look on the light side of
life."
                                                            
More whistling.
                                                            
                       ERIC IDLE (ON THE TELEVISION)
      (singing)
"If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and
dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle -
that's the thing."
                                                            
The song continues as background music, with more reverb...
                                                            
Under a montage of MACY drinking from the WINE BOTTLE.
                                                            
And drinking.
                                                            
And drinking.
                                                            
The song fades out.
                                                            
Fade to black.
                                                            
INT. LIVING ROOM, THE HART RESIDENCE - LATER THAT DAY
                                                            
MACY's eyes snap open as the PHONE RINGS. She was napping.
                                                            
She gets up blearily.
                                                            
Answers the phone.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (rubbing her eyes)
Costco Food Court.
                                                            

58.

                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
Macy, thank God you're home. Where
the hell were you during the
party? I talked to Katie for five
minutes and you vanished.
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh, I, uh...I played beer pong.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
The whole night?!
                                                            
MACY squinches up her face in discomfort; the overhead light
is too bright.
                                                            
                       MACY
Course not. I played for half an
hour, got drunker than tabloid
fodder, and puked into the toilet
for forty minutes.
                                                            
FRANKIE sighs on the other end of the phone.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
Yeah, but you spent the night
there. Please don't tell me you
passed out in the toilet.
                                                            
MACY rubs her forehead.
                                                            
                       MACY
No, I...I think I slept with Zac.
                                                            
A beat.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
You "think?"
                                                            
                       MACY
I don't remember exactly what
happened last night. All I
remember is that Zac was there,
and I was crying a lot.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
What about Zac? Does he remember?
                                                            

59.

                       MACY
I don't know. He wasn't there when
I woke up. He was gone.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
Jesus Christ.
                                                            
A beat.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
So, are you, like, pregnant?
                                                            
MACY shakes her head. She is confused and alone.
                                                            
                       MACY
I don't know. It's too soon to
tell, but I don't know!
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
Do you need me to come over? Get
you some tests?
                                                            
MACY looks sad.
                                                            
                       MACY
I think I just want to be alone
for a while.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE (O.S.)
      (on the phone)
Okay. But if you change your mind,
give me a call. I have chick
flicks and Moose Tracks at the
ready.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (weakly)
Thanks.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
I'll see you at school. Hang in
there.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (flat)
Bye.
                                                            
Dial tone.
                                                            
MACY listens to the tone for a minute.
                                                            

60.

Hangs up dejectedly.
                                                            
She slouches against the wall, slumping to the floor, phone
still in hand.
                                                            
She starts crying.
                                                            
Fade to black.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
Visually identical to the first locker scene between MACY
and ZAC: she closes the door, his face fills in the space
where the door used to be.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Hey.
                                                            
MACY stares at him, half-furious, half-astonished at his
nerve showing up to talk to her like this.
                                                            
                       ZAC
We need to talk about--
                                                            
                       MACY
      (interrupting)
After what happened on Friday
night, you show up here and say
'hey?'
                                                            
ZAC looks confused.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Well, what am I supposed to say?
                                                            
                       MACY
      (caustically)
I don't know. This is kind of a
first for me. What do guys
normally say after something like
that?
                                                            
This is not what ZAC was expecting. He honestly has no idea
what she's so pissed about.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Um...'Hey, I'm really sorry about
what happened last weekend?'
                                                            
MACY scoffs.
                                                            

61.

                       MACY
Yeah, I bet you're real sorry. Not
half as sorry as me.
                                                            
She strides off.
                                                            
He tails her, walking backwards to keep talking.
                                                            
                       ZAC
Is this about the kiss? Look, I'm
really sorry for not stopping you,
but I didn't realize how drunk you
were...
                                                            
                       MACY
Oh really? How many articles of
clothing did it take you to
realize I was shitfaced? Was it my
shirt or my underwear that tipped
you off?
                                                            
                       ZAC
I...what?
                                                            
MACY condescends to look at him angrily.
                                                            
                       MACY
Just leave me alone, Zac. I got
the message: not interested. You
don't have to play any of this
"let's just be friends" crap with
me.
                                                            
ZAC is shocked into stillness.
                                                            
MACY stalks off, leaving ZAC confused and hurt in the middle
of the hallway.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNDER THE BLEACHERS, THE FIELDS - DAY
                                                            
A group of SMOKERS hang out and chill underneath one end of
the bleachers.
                                                            
Opposite them, all alone, MACY sits on a concrete wedge,
clutching a bag lunch and water bottle to her chest...
                                                            
"WATER BOTTLE," ahem.
                                                            
She takes a gigantic swig of her "WATER," her expression
cold and still.
                                                            

62.

A beat, then she gulps down some more "WATER," anything to
take the edge off her pain.
                                                            
A GIRL walks up beside MACY.
                                                            
MACY looks up blearily.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (slurring)
What?
                                                            
It's FRANKIE.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
It's me.
                                                            
MACY is pretty tipsy.
                                                            
Wobbily, she pats a hand to the concrete next to her.
                                                            
FRANKIE sits cautiously, not quite sure what to make of
MACY's current state.
                                                            
MACY takes a large sip of "WATER."
                                                            
FRANKIE notices.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
That's not water, is it?
                                                            
MACY eyes FRANKIE warily, raises the bottle to her mouth for
another hit.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (muttered)
Might as well be.
                                                            
She is about to drink...
                                                            
But FRANKIE snatches the BOTTLE from her hand.
                                                            
                       MACY
Jeez, Frankie.
                                                            
FRANKIE ignores her best friend.
                                                            
She sniffs the BOTTLE suspiciously.
                                                            
Gags. Blinks.
                                                            

63.

                       FRANKIE
      (in disbelief)
Jeez Louise, Macy, what are you
drinking?
                                                            
She looks at the BOTTLE's packaging as if expecting some
clue as to its real (decidedly not-water) contents.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (a drawl)
Liquor.
                                                            
FRANKIE takes another sniff, this time really worried.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Dude! Is this vodka?!
                                                            
                       MACY
      (flatly)
Yep.
                                                            
FRANKIE widens her eyes disbelievingly.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Macy, you shouldn't be at school
like this.
                                                            
MACY reaches out to take the BOTTLE back.
                                                            
FRANKIE jerks it away.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (sternly)
Macy!
                                                            
MACY pouts like a cartoon character.
                                                            
                       MACY
Killjoy.
                                                            
FRANKIE sighs, shakes her head.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
C'mon. I'm taking you home.
                                                            
She grabs MACY's upper arm firmly.
                                                            
MACY, in three-year-old mode, jerks away.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (whining)
Can't go there.
                                                            

64.

She flops her head around, scrunching her eyes up like she
has a headache.
                                                            
                       MACY
Mom'll kill me if she sees me like
this.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Well, my house is no better. I'm
with my dad this week.
                                                            
She purses her lips, thinking.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
What about Zac's?
                                                            
MACY whimpers.
                                                            
FRANKIE snaps.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Well, what do you suggest? Because
frankly, I'm out of options.
                                                            
                       MACY
Frankly...Frankie...
                                                            
FRANKIE can't take it anymore.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Agh. You know what? Fine. Fine,
you want to act like a flipping
two-year-old, whatever. I'm done.
I'm not your freaking dadbysitter.
                                                            
She storms off.
                                                            
MACY just sits there and doesn't even notice her best friend
leaving.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
It's raining. Music plays softly underneath the scene,
harmonizing softly with the sound of the rain.
                                                            
MACY sits on her bed, rocking side to side, turning her head
around, stretching fitfully.
                                                            
She clutches her head in pain, tugging on her hair, tangling
it in her clenched fingers.
                                                            
Her eyes screwed up in pain, she turns to the BOTTLE again.
                                                            

65.

She tilts her head back...
                                                            
...gets a few drops...
                                                            
...it comes up empty.
                                                            
She looks to the DOOR.
                                                            
 
INT. CHECKOUT AISLE 7, THRIFTY MART - DAY
                                                            
MACY looks pathetically rumpled as she comes up to the
counter of the THRIFTY MART--an oversized jacket clumsily
thrown over a summery dress and rain boots a few sizes too
large for MACY.
                                                            
A zit-faced CASHIER rings up MACY's purchases: a bag of BEEF
JERKY and four bottles of VANILLA EXTRACT.
                                                            
                       CASHIER
      (casually)
Baking?
                                                            
MACY looks disconcerted.
                                                            
                       MACY
Something like that.
                                                            
She takes the plastic BAG and leaves.
                                                            
EXT. THRIFTY MART- CONTINUOUS
                                                            
MACY takes a BOTTLE of vanilla extract out of her bag, takes
a swig.
                                                            
She shudders a little bit, but knocks it back.
                                                            
We cut back: see her standing very much alone just under the
awning of the building. The parking lot is flooded with a
thin sheet of water, mostly uninhabited except by a handful
of lonely cars.
                                                            
Heavy drops of water fall in front of MACY'S eyes, just
along the edge of the awning where the drainpipe is. The
juxtaposition of her ridiculous sundress, coat, and rain
boots combo against the backdrop of rain suddenly makes her
seem pitiful, lost, and child-like.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY has fallen asleep crying.
                                                            

66.

She lets out an unconscious sob every now and again.
                                                            
She clutches the PHOTO to her chest.
                                                            
Her other hand is splayed out, loosely holding a half-empty
BOTTLE of vanilla extract in its grip.
                                                            
Zoom in on the PHOTO: three young, blissful faces frozen in
a moment that can never be regained.
                                                            
MACY starts sobbing in her sleep; wakes up confused and
upset, sheets tangled around her like a snake.
                                                            
She scrunches her eyes shut, lets out a weak final sniffle.
She lays back down, forcing herself not to gaze at the
ceiling where the picture was. She slowly de-tenses, starts
dozing quietly.
                                                            
She quiets down, subconsciously pulls the PHOTO closer to
her chest in a clinging gesture, tucking the BOTTLE in under
her arm protectively.
                                                            
We fade to black, the duet of rain and music gently echoing
into the sleepy darkness.
                                                            
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - THE NEXT MORNING
                                                            
MACY's eyes slide open, puffy and tired from crying.
                                                            
She has let go of the BOTTLE and the PHOTO over the course
of the night.
                                                            
She groans quietly...
                                                            
...presses the heels of her hands to her eyes as if to rub
away the hangover...
                                                            
Scrunching her face up in disapproval of the sunlight, MACY
yawns, makes "morning breath" noises.
                                                            
Notices her alarm clock.
                                                            
9:00 AM.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (not all that
       upset)
Damn.
                                                            
 

67.

EXT. THE PARKING LOT, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY walks towards the SCHOOL without a care in the
world...except for maybe her crazy-bad hangover.
                                                            
Goes in the front door of the ATTENDANCE OFFICE.
                                                            
 
INT. ATTENDANCE OFFICE, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY walks right up to MRS. LAMMERS' desk...only there's a
different secretary there today.
                                                            
                       MACY
Hi.
                                                            
The SECRETARY looks at MACY coldly, cracking her gum
sarcastically.
                                                            
                       SECRETARY
What do you want?
                                                            
MACY is honestly confused.
                                                            
                       MACY
I...I need a late pass.
                                                            
The SECRETARY sighs. Oh, the agony.
                                                            
                       SECRETARY
What's your last name?
                                                            
                       MACY
Hart. Macy Hart.
                                                            
The SECRETARY digs around among the pink papers for a
moment, looks up at MACY without the slightest change of
expression.
                                                            
                       SECRETARY
Sorry, toots. No organ donors
here.
                                                            
                       MACY
But...my mom was supposed to call
me in. I was sick.
                                                            
The SECRETARY eyes MACY irritably.
                                                            
                       SECRETARY
Well, seeing as you somehow became
un-sick on your way to school, I
suggest you run along to class. If
your parental unit calls by the
            (MORE)

68.

                       SECRETARY (cont'd)
end of this week, your absence
will be excused. Until then, it is
recorded as a truancy, an
unexcused absence.
      (Not even
       attempting
       sweetness.)
Have a nice day.
                                                            
MACY tries to argue.
                                                            
                       MACY
But...
                                                            
                       SECRETARY
Listen: Department Store: I'm
busy. Lammers chose a really
crappy time to come down with
influenza. Now would you please
get outta here before I give you a
detention?
                                                            
MACY sighs, turns around to leave.
                                                            
She turns around as if considering a snarky remark...
                                                            
Thinks better of it.
                                                            
She leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. CAFETERIA, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY sits down at FRANKIE's lunch table clumsily.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks up, surprised. She thought MACY had ditched
her.
                                                            
WILL looks equally stunned.
                                                            
                       MACY
Hey.
                                                            
FRANKIE looks at MACY with something resembling horror.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Macy, what...are you drinking
vanilla extract?!
                                                            
MACY pauses, the BOTTLE halfway to her lips.
                                                            

69.

                       MACY
Problem?
                                                            
FRANKIE grabs the BOTTLE from MACY's hand.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Yeah, big problem. We're in the
cafeteria. And you're drinking
VANILLA EXTRACT.
                                                            
                       MACY
Point?
                                                            
FRANKIE gesticulates wildly, trying to express the vast
important-ness of her point, her words coming up
characteristically non-descriptive...
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Duuuuuuuude.
                                                            
                       WILL
      (adding on)
DUDE-dude.
                                                            
FRANKIE calms down, as though trying not to yell at a
belligerent toddler. She puts her face in her hands
exasperatedly.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
This isn't normal, Mace. This is
crazy, what you're doing.
                                                            
A short pause, as she considers how to say this delicately.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You...You're...
                                                            
                       WILL
      (bluntly)
Plastered?
                                                            
FRANKIE elbows WILL in the ribs.
                                                            
                       WILL
Ow! What?
                                                            
MACY rolls her eyes at them.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (to FRANKIE)
If I remember correctly, YOU are
the one who wanted to corrupt ME.
                                                            

70.

                       FRANKIE
I didn't mean getting drunk off of
baking supplies during school!
                                                            
She hesitates.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
You need help.
                                                            
MACY gets offended; she snaps coldly.
                                                            
                       MACY
I don't need help! I don't need
you, or the meds, or Zac, or my
mother, or my dad or anybody, or
anything. I'm fine!
                                                            
                       WILL
      (blankly)
Your dad?
                                                            
MACY realizes she has said too much. Her harsh, cold denial
suddenly melts a little bit. For half a second, she realizes
the spiral she is in.
                                                            
It HURTS. She brushes it off clumsily.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (sputtering)
You...you know what? Screw you.
                                                            
She storms off...
                                                            
Forgetting entirely about the BOTTLE of vanilla extract
still in FRANKIE's hands.
                                                            
FRANKIE examines the BOTTLE in MACY's wake.
                                                            
WILL peers over her shoulder to see.
                                                            
We see the alcohol content: 35%
                                                            
FRANKIE looks astonished, panicked.
                                                            
She follows MACY out the cafeteria door with her gaze.
                                                            
Glances back at the BOTTLE in horror.
                                                            
She runs a nervous hand through her hair as she stares at
the BOTTLE, considering.
                                                            
WILL notices something outside.
                                                            

71.

                       WILL
Frankie...
                                                            
(Start "PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC.")
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Not now, Will.
                                                            
Suddenly: A COMMOTION OUTSIDE.
                                                            
                       WILL
Frankie!
                                                            
FRANKIE looks up, annoyed.
                                                            
She turns around to follow WILL'S gaze.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (irritated)
Will, what--
                                                            
Her face falls.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Oh, crap.
                                                            
She gets up, hurries out the door, leaving her stuff at the
table.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
      (calling)
Macy!!!
                                                            
WILL pauses a beat, gathers her things awkwardly.
                                                            
 
EXT. MAIN BUILDING, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY whizzes along the cement on a 'borrowed' skateboard,
pumping her fists in the air.
                                                            
There's DRUNK MACY. And then there's...MACY OVER THE EDGE,
and it is not pretty.
                                                            
                       MACY
Yeah! Yeah, that's right, I'm
riding a SKATEBOARD, bitches!
                                                            
FRANKIE chases frantically after MACY across the quad to the
entrance of the MAIN BUILDING.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Are! You! Insane?!
                                                            

72.

MACY turns around, skates backwards.
                                                            
To FRANKIE:
                                                            
                       MACY
      (singing off-key)
"Once I was a funky singer playing
in a rock and roll band!"
                                                            
She starts skating forwards again.
                                                            
Keeps singing throughout, but the sound is dampened.
                                                            
FRANKIE pursues her relentlessly.
                                                            
                       FRANKIE
Macy, what the hell are you doing?
Get off that thing, before you
hurt yourself.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (still singing)
"...and everything around me..."
                                                            
FRANKIE makes a noise of exasperation at MACY's shenanigans.
                                                            
MACY zooms through the front door of the MAIN BUILDING, into
the HALLWAYS.
                                                            
At this point, a fair crowd has gathered to watch her.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY, THOMAS REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MACY keeps zooming along the hallway, singing and clumsily
riding her borrowed skateboard.
                                                            
She almost hits a NERD.
                                                            
He jumps out of the way, sending notebooks and paperback
sci-fi novels flying.
                                                            
FRANKIE chases after MACY, ignoring the poor NERD in her
wake.
                                                            
MACY starts adding a little dance to her singing and
skateboard-riding.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (singing)
"Yeah, they was dancing and
singing and moving to the
grooving, and just when it hit me
somebody turned around and shouted
            (MORE)

73.

                       MACY (cont'd)
'play that funky music, white
boy!'"
                                                            
She slips.
                                                            
Falls.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (drunkenly singing)
"Play that funky music right..."
                                                            
She tumbles off the skateboard.
                                                            
Inertia keeps it rolling along the hallway...
                                                            
MACY gets up, staggers after it.
                                                            
The skateboard hits the PRINCIPAL in the shin.
                                                            
He picks it up, eyes it with a suspicious look on his face.
                                                            
He looks questioningly as MACY staggers to a halt in front
of him.
                                                            
She gives a sloppy grin, sways a little.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (still singing)
"Play that funky music till you--"
                                                            
She BARFS. All. Over. His. Shoes.
                                                            
(End "PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC.")
                                                            
The metaphorical steam coming out of this man's ears is
practically visible.
                                                            
 
INT. DRUNK TANK, SUNNYDALE POLICE STATION - DAY
                                                            
MACY sits in one corner of the rubber room, rocking to
herself, whacking her head on the wall intermittently.
                                                            
The door to her cell opens.
                                                            
She opens her eyes, looks up.
                                                            
It's a COP.
                                                            
Behind the COP, looking crushed, is MACY'S MOM.
                                                            
MACY sighs, gets up to leave the room.
                                                            

74.

She crosses the doorway.
                                                            
The COP slams the door ominously behind her.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S MOM'S CAR - DAY
                                                            
They drive silently.
                                                            
The painfully tense silence stretches on...and on...
                                                            
                       MACY
      (quietly)
Mom?
                                                            
Her MOM doesn't look at her.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (quietly)
I'm sorry.
                                                            
Her MOM doesn't reply.
                                                            
MACY retreats into herself.
                                                            
And they drive on in silence.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
The car pulls into the driveway sadly, the only sound a few
"old car" noises and the crunching of tires.
                                                            
But nobody gets out of the car.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S MOM'S CAR - DAY
                                                            
MACY and her MOM sit silently, faces completely still, each
one waiting for the other to explode.
                                                            
After a long moment, MACY's MOM breaks the silence.
                                                            
                       MOM
What the hell am I going to do
with you?
                                                            
                       MACY
I'm sorry.
                                                            
Her MOM snaps, revealing all the hurt that she has never let
MACY see all these years.
                                                            

75.

                       MOM
Everyone's goddamned sorry.
Everybody's so sorry and they
swear they're never going to do it
again. Until one day when they
wake up...and they do. And
everybody else realizes that they
never changed. Sorry doesn't cut
it in the real world, Macy--
                                                            
                       MACY
      (angry)
Yeah, then what does cut it? This
isn't English class. I don't need
this...this zen-existentialist
crap! What do I DO now?
                                                            
                       MOM
I don't know!
                                                            
She sighs, softens.
                                                            
Her outburst becomes a revelation.
                                                            
                       MOM
I don't know.
                                                            
They both get out of the car silently, head inside without
another word.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S BEDROOM, HART RESIDENCE - DAY
                                                            
MACY walks into her room, dejected.
                                                            
She slumps against the closed door, slides to the floor.
                                                            
She doesn't cry. She just sits there.
                                                            
She notices her PHOTO lying on the floor. She picks it up,
stares at it as if she will find an answer somewhere in her
younger self.
                                                            
Fade to black.
                                                            
 
INT. COUNSELOR'S OFFICE, JAMES REED HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
MR. STEWART looks oddly chipper given the somber occasion.
                                                            
He crosses his fingers, forces a smile at MACY and her MOM
across his desk.
                                                            

76.

                       MR. STEWART
So, Ms. Barth...
                                                            
                       MACY
      (quietly)
Hart.
                                                            
MR. STEWART gives her a look, breaking his fake smile--how
dare she correct him.
                                                            
She shrinks.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Ms. HART. It seems here that we
have a couple of options for how
to proceed with your...situation.
                                                            
He opens a folder, fishes out a stack of papers.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Typically, I would suggest that
she attend the alternative high
school for the remainder of her
high school career.
                                                            
Her MOM looks horror-struck.
                                                            
                       MOM
Sunnydale?
                                                            
MR. STEWART looks at her with a fake look of concern.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Yes, is there a problem?
                                                            
MACY'S MOM sputters.
                                                            
                       MOM
She is not a bad girl, Mr.
Stewart. Sunnydale's for juvenile
delinquents, not girls like Macy.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Mrs. Hart, I can assure you
that...
                                                            
She will have none of it.
                                                            
                       MOM
      (brusquely)
What are your other options?
                                                            
MR. STEWART blinks at her.
                                                            

77.

                       MOM
You do HAVE other options?
                                                            
MR. STEWART looks a little lost; usually parents don't even
bother to show up for things like this.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
W-well, we do have a
rehabilitation center in the
county. The district wouldn't pay
for it, but if you want her to
return to Reed next year...
                                                            
                       MOM
What is it called?
                                                            
MR. STEWART is not used to being interrupted.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
I'm sorry?
                                                            
                       MOM
      (impatiently)
The rehab facility. What is it
called?
                                                            
He stammers.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Um...
                                                            
Fishing through his folder desperately; this is the first
time he has ever had a parent care enough to actively ask
questions of him.
                                                            
He finds a single brochure at the bottom of the folder.
                                                            
He hands it over.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Here. It's the Orange Grove
Facility for Troubled Youth. They
take in teenagers and young adults
who have issues. Well, at least
ones without serious criminal
records...
                                                            
He trails off.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (quietly)
I have a criminal record.
                                                            

78.

He smiles at her condescendingly.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
A warning does not qualify as a
criminal record, Ms. Hart. And
they do take on teens with
drug-related misdemeanors.
                                                            
She nods. Shrinks again.
                                                            
Her MOM purses her lips thoughtfully, her brow furrowed as
she reads the brochure, considers.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Would you like to see the
Sunnydale Brochure?
                                                            
MACY'S MOM looks up, slightly startled from her reading.
                                                            
                       MOM
No. I think...I think this is what
we want to do.
                                                            
MR. STEWART steeples his fingers and forces a smile.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
Excellent.
                                                            
He glances at his watch.
                                                            
                       MR. STEWART
      (clearing his
       throat)
Oh, excuse me, have an AP meeting
to get to.
                                                            
He gets up, opens the door.
                                                            
MACY and her MOM hesitate a moment.
                                                            
He holds the door open for them.
                                                            
They get up. Exit.
                                                            
MR. STEWART closes the door behind them.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S MOM'S CAR - DAY
                                                            
They drive home in silence again.
                                                            
MACY looks over at her MOM.
                                                            

79.

Looks down at her feet.
                                                            
 
INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
MACY sits in a ratted, sunken chair outside an OFFICE with a
closed door, waiting for the verdict to come.
                                                            
We hear muffled voices inside.
                                                            
The DOOR opens.
                                                            
A WOMAN in a suit shows MACY'S MOM out with a sympathetic
smile.
                                                            
MACY'S MOM'S face is cold.
                                                            
MACY looks up hopefully: maybe this time her MOM will
actually make eye contact.
                                                            
But she walks right past, leaving MACY to follow her out to
the car again.
                                                            
 
EXT. ORANGE GROVE FACILITY FOR TROUBLED YOUTH - DAY
                                                            
MACY stands stock still, a rolling suitcase at her feet.
                                                            
Her MOM walks up beside her coolly, dragging a matching
suitcase.
                                                            
Stops for a second.
                                                            
Looks at the building.
                                                            
MACY gets hopeful: maybe this time.
                                                            
But her MOM starts walking again, dragging the suitcase
behind her as she enters the building.
                                                            
MACY follows a few paces behind.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S DORMITORY, O.G.F.T.Y. - DAY
                                                            
MACY enters her room much like she did the first scene after
her alcoholism was revealed.
                                                            
But this time, no comfort comes from her room.
                                                            
The walls, the sheets, the furniture...everything is white
and sanitary and far too clean. Even the other bed in the
room is made-up and unrumbled.
                                                            

80.

The only thing even remotely hopeful about the room is the
single window with a crack of sunshine pouring through--but
even that has a shade trapping most of the light.
                                                            
She flops down on her bed.
                                                            
There is an almost tangible hole in the ceiling where her
picture is supposed to be.
                                                            
She sighs, rolls onto her side so she doesn't have to look
at it.
                                                            
The door opens.
                                                            
MACY looks up weakly.
                                                            
In the doorway stands RUBY PIERCE, 20, a hipster with Doc
Martens and bright red lipstick who hides behind long bangs.
She blows a bubble with her nicotine gum as she enters.
                                                            
                       RUBY
New girl?
                                                            
                       MACY
Guess so.
                                                            
RUBY brushes in, leans against her dresser with her arms
crossed.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Should probably tell you the rules
then.
                                                            
She blows a bubble with her gum.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Their rules: no drugs, no booze,
no sex, no cutting, no binging, no
barfing, no running with scissors.
                                                            
Sarcasm is like a second language to RUBY.
                                                            
                       RUBY
My rules: you touch my stuff, I
kill you. You touch my music, I
double kill you. Any questions?
                                                            
MACY blinks at RUBY sleepily, rolls onto her back.
                                                            
RUBY makes an amused noise.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Jesus. Don't be so enthusiastic.
                                                            

81.

MACY looks at her flatly.
                                                            
RUBY sees MACY's eyes.
                                                            
She softens a little.
                                                            
                       RUBY
I was kidding, new girl.
                                                            
MACY flops to face the ceiling again.
                                                            
RUBY loses some of the snark, trying to get a read on MACY.
                                                            
                       RUBY
I'm Ruby, in case they didn't tell
you. What's your name?
                                                            
                       MACY
Macy.
                                                            
RUBY makes a face.
                                                            
                       RUBY
What, did they pay your parents
for a product placement?
                                                            
MACY scowls at her.
                                                            
                       MACY
It's short for Michelle.
                                                            
RUBY gets it. Nods.
                                                            
                       RUBY
I'm guessing you hear the song a
lot, then.
                                                            
MACY looks confused.
                                                            
                       RUBY
      (by way of
       explanation)
"Michelle." By the Beatles. You
know...
      (singing)
"Michelle, ma belle..."
                                                            
MACY doesn't know it.
                                                            
RUBY is stunned.
                                                            
                       RUBY
You don't know the Beatles?
                                                            

82.

She shakes her head in disbelief.
                                                            
She crouches on the floor, digs under her bed. We see
several cardboard boxes being held together by packing tape.
                                                            
MACY eyes her with some curiosity in spite of her
depression.
                                                            
RUBY wriggles under her bed, Docs poking out awkwardly.
                                                            
                       RUBY
      (muffled)
Gotta be down here somewhere...
                                                            
She bumps her head.
                                                            
                       RUBY
A-ha! Here it is!
                                                            
She comes out from under the bed, holding...
                                                            
...a cassette tape.
                                                            
She stands up, folds back the covers on her bed to hide the
contraband, walks to her dresser.
                                                            
She opens one of the drawers, revealing an old
boom-box--probably from the 80s or early 90s.
                                                            
She pulls it out, grabs the plug...
                                                            
Grins at MACY.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Behold the Beatles. Side effects
may include slack-jawed
astonishment and spontaneous
combustion.
                                                            
She plugs the boom box in, inserts the cassette tape,
presses play.
                                                            
"MICHELLE" by THE BEATLES starts playing.
                                                            
She pretends to slow dance a little to the opening guitar.
                                                            
Sits on her bed, facing MACY.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Admittedly, this is not one of the
Beatles' better songs, but I
figure you should know the one
with your name in it before I get
            (MORE)

83.

                       RUBY (cont'd)
to the mind-blow-age.
                                                            
She glances at the cassette's case with some distaste.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Actually, this is probably not one
of my better mix tapes. I think
this is the one with the original
versions of the songs on my punk
cover album.
                                                            
She grimaces.
                                                            
                       RUBY
So, I'm sensing a lack of awe.
                                                            
MACY shrugs.
                                                            
RUBY concurs, stands up.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Yeah, it's pretty repetitive. I
like the punk cover better.
                                                            
She skips to the next song. A grin crosses her face as the
first few notes sound: "I WANT YOU (SHE'S SO HEAVY)" by THE
BEATLES.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Ah, now THIS is a good song. I
mean, this version is good, but
The Claims' cover...
                                                            
A strange look crosses MACY's face.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (in a hollow voice)
The Claims?
                                                            
                       RUBY
Augh, YES. Best. Band. Ever.
                                                            
She sighs wistfully.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Well, they were. When I was
little, like ten years ago. Their
lead singer died. Fantastic
concerts. Or, at least, that's
what I heard.
                                                            

84.

Oblivious to MACY's facial expression, she continues,
staring intently at the cassette tape as she speaks.
                                                            
                       RUBY
It was the saddest thing. The band
finally headlined their own tour.
They had just finished a gig in
Los Angeles.
                                                            
She gives a little smile.
                                                            
                       RUBY
They took a day off. Most of them
went clubbing, lady-ing...rockstar
shenanigans. Except for the lead
singer. He went to Disneyland with
his wife and daughter.
                                                            
Her face falls.
                                                            
                       RUBY
That night, once his family was
back in the hotel, the guys called
a band meeting in a local bar.
                                                            
She shakes her head.
                                                            
                       RUBY
They'd had fights before, but not
real ones. Not like that one. It
got ugly. The lead singer was
thinking about quitting the band.
Didn't go over well. The bass
player punched him in the jaw, got
kicked out with the guitarist.
                                                            
A heavy sigh.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Singer didn't head back to the
hotel right away. He said he
needed to cool off first. Didn't
want to be around his daughter
when he was angry. He'd been an
alcoholic. Clean for six
years...but it still scared him,
what he did under the influence.
                                                            
We see MACY'S face: her eyes are full of tears, just about
to spill out.
                                                            
RUBY is still oblivious.
                                                            

85.

                       RUBY
Lady Irony's a bitch. He sat down
for a couple of drinks, tried to
cool off. He drank those. Then he
drank some more. And he drank some
more. When they finally found him,
he had a blood alcohol level of
point six.
                                                            
Her voice softens from detachment to true sadness.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Ten years to the day next week, I
think.
                                                            
A quiet beat.
                                                            
                       RUBY
His name was Hart. Francis Hart.
                                                            
She notices MACY, barely tear-free.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Whoa, new girl, what's wrong?
                                                            
MACY lets out a shaky breath.
                                                            
                       MACY
Nothing.
                                                            
RUBY isn't convinced.
                                                            
                       RUBY
You sure?
      (a thought occurs
       to her)
You're not bipolar are you?
                                                            
MACY shakes her head.
                                                            
She lets out a choking sob, hyperventilating even though
nothing is wrong with her.
                                                            
                       RUBY
What's up? What're you in here
for?
                                                            
MACY can't speak, she's broken down now. She can't stop
crying.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Whoa, new girl.
                                                            

86.

MACY lets out a big wet cough; she is hysterical with sobs.
                                                            
                       RUBY
Macy?
      (scowling)
Michelle?
                                                            
She snaps.
                                                            
SLAP.
                                                            
The music STOPS cold.
                                                            
MACY gasps like a fish out of water. Her sobs stop abruptly.
                                                            
MACY looks at her with tears in her eyes.
                                                            
                       RUBY
      (off-hand)
I've always wanted to try that.
                                                            
Something changes in MACY's face. She finally
understands--something happens in her brain, something
clicks.
                                                            
                       MACY
I'm just like him.
                                                            
RUBY gives her a weirded-out look.
                                                            
                       RUBY
What?
                                                            
                       MACY
I...I'm an alcoholic.
      (a short beat)
Just like my dad.
                                                            
RUBY looks at her, confused.
                                                            
But it doesn't matter. MACY looks off into the distance,
thinking.
                                                            
A new song starts playing on RUBY'S boom box: "9 CRIMES" by
DAMIEN RICE.
                                                            
We enter a montage of MACY'S recovery.
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM, O.G.F.T.Y. - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY sits in the fetal position in an overstuffed armchair.
                                                            

87.

She closes her eyes, grits her teeth against some invisible
temptation.
                                                            
 
INT. CAFETERIA, O.G.F.T.Y. - DAY
                                                            
At one table: a FAT GIRL, two SKINNY GIRLS, an EMO boy, a
normal-looking GUY with long sleeves, RUBY, and a punk GUY
eat lunch, talking and laughing.
                                                            
MACY picks at her food without enthusiasm.
                                                            
She sits a little way apart from the rest of the group.
                                                            
 
INT. GROUP THERAPY, O.G.F.T.Y. - DAY
                                                            
All the TEENS sit in a circle of rickety folding chairs; a
WOMAN in jeans and a t-shirt sits at the head of the circle.
                                                            
We see people talking, the sound muted out by the music,
taking it in turns to talk.
                                                            
MACY'S turn rolls around.
                                                            
She declines.
                                                            
The WOMAN purses her lips, moves on to the next person.
Gives MACY a slightly worried look.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S DORMITORY, O.G.F.T.Y. - NIGHT
                                                            
MACY lies awake, her face expressionless, staring at the
ceiling in the middle of the night.
                                                            
The "hole" where the photo is supposed to be becomes a
rectangular patch of white in the dark ceiling.
                                                            
The light grows.
                                                            
MACY closes her eyes, retreating into her head.
                                                            
FLASHBACK!
                                                            
 
INT. THE HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT
                                                            
The music softens a little bit as we see into MACY's
memories.
                                                            

88.

YOUNG MACY pokes her head out of the darkness of her room
into a beam of dim light coming from the living space of the
suite.
                                                            
Her YOUNGER MOTHER sits crying quietly on the couch.
                                                            
YOUNG MACY patters out of her room, dressed in a light pink
nightgown, clutching her teddy bear to her chest, walks over
to her MOTHER.
                                                            
                       YOUNG MACY
Mommy? Where's daddy?
                                                            
Her MOTHER forces a smile through her tears.
                                                            
                       YOUNG MOTHER
      (throaty with
       tears)
Daddy's not coming back,
sweetheart.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S DORMITORY, O.G.F.T.Y. - NIGHT
                                                            
We snap back to the present day, where MACY lies awake on
her bed.
                                                            
A few tears roll silently down her cheeks.
                                                            
She closes her eyes against the tears, sighs, tries to calm
down. She slowly falls asleep.
                                                            
The song ends, and so does the montage.
                                                            
 
INT. MACY'S DORMITORY, O.G.F.T.Y. - DAY
                                                            
MACY lies flat on her back, reading an old magazine without
much interest.
                                                            
The door opens.
                                                            
RUBY pokes her head in.
                                                            
MACY looks up from her magazine.
                                                            
                       RUBY
New girl. They wanna talk to you
in the office.
                                                            
MACY knows what's coming. She slumps her shoulders, sighs.
Gets off her bed, reluctantly.
                                                            
 

89.

INT. COUNSELING, O.G.F.T.Y. - DAY
                                                            
The COUNSELOR, a kindly-looking, middle-aged woman who looks
like she stepped out of a Land's End catalog sits at her
desk opposite MACY.
                                                            
                       COUNSELOR
      (gently)
Michelle: do you know why you're
here?
                                                            
MACY doesn't answer. That's answer enough for the COUNSELOR.
                                                            
                       COUNSELOR
This is why you're here, sweetie.
We can't help you unless you
co-operate with us a little bit.
If you want to get better, you
need to let us inside your head.
                                                            
MACY seems to be suddenly very interested in the state of
her shoelaces.
                                                            
                       MACY
      (mumbled)
I can't get better.
                                                            
The COUNSELOR doesn't hear her.
                                                            
                       COUNSELOR
Pardon?
                                                            
MACY looks at the COUNSELOR with forced detachment.
                                                            
                       MACY
I can't get better. It's not
possible.
                                                            
                       COUNSELOR
What makes you say that?
                                                            
MACY bites her lip; she's done talking. The COUNSELOR should
know full well why she's saying what she's saying, she
doesn't want to be babied.
                                                            
The COUNSELOR opens a manila folder, withdraws a sheet of
paper.
                                                            
                       COUNSELOR
Michelle, it says he---
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