Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #4

INT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - DAY

Standing by the A-B-C-D-E registration counter in

the gymnasium, Brad waits to pick up his red ad

card. He stands surrounded by his buddies. They nod

vigorously at everything Brad says. As he talks,

fellow students all say hello or pat him as they

pass.

One troubled-looking boy, Arnold, walks up to Brad.

ARNOLD:

Brad, can I talk to you a minute?

BRAD:

Arnold. What's happening?

Arnold speaks confidentially to Brad.

ARNOLD:

Brad, I really f***in' hate

McDonald's, man. Ever since they

started in with the chicken,

everything went downhill.

BRAD:

You want to work at Carl's?

ARNOLD:

Oh, man, if you could swing

something there, I'd do anything

for you. I want to work with you

guys.

BRAD:

I can probably get you in there.

Just let me talk to Dennis Taylor.

ARNOLD:

All right!!

Brad notices Stacy and nods with complete inner

cool.

STACY:

Hi, Brad.

BRAD:

Sis.

BRAD'S BUDDIES

Hey, Stacy.

STACY:

Hi... Where's Lisa?

BRAD:

Everyone wants to know where Lisa

is. How should I know where Lisa

is?

(to buddies)

What am I gonna do? Now my little

sister goes to the same high

school. The party's over.

(to Stacy)

So who do you have first period?

STACY:

U.S. History. Mr. Hand.

BRAD:

Hey-yo.

DAVID:

Hey-yoooooooooo.

STACY:

(concerned)

What's wrong with Mr. Hand?

BRAD:

Nothing... if you like 'Hawaii Five

O.' You better get in class, Stacy.

That's not the one to be late to.

Stacy hurries off.

RICH:

(as soon as she is gone)

Your sister is really turning into

a fox.

BRAD:

You should see her in the morning.

BRAD'S BUDDIES

Hey-yooooooooooo.

INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

Stacy barely slips in the door before the final

attendance bell sounds. She finds a seat just as

the teacher's cubicle door opens at the back of the

classroom. A tall figure comes barreling down the

aisle. He is Mr. Hand. The man makes a double-speed

step to the door at the front of the class, kicks

the door shut and locks it. The windows rattle in

their frames. Stacy watches, wide-eyed, at her

first high school class.

MR. HAND

Aloha. My name is Mr. Hand.

Mr. Hand writes his name on the green chalkboard

before his class. Every letter is a small explosion

of chalk.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

(almost sweetly)

I have but one question for you on

our first morning 'together.'

(pause)

Can you attend my class? Pakalo?...

Understand?... History has proven

us one basic fact. Man does not do

anything that is not for his own

good. It is for your own good that

you attend my class. And if you

can't make it... I can make you.

An impatient knock begins at the front door of the

classroom.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

We have a twenty-question quiz

every Friday. It will cover all the

material we've dealt with during

the week. There will be no make-up

exams. It's important that you all

have your Land of Truth and Liberty

textbooks by Wednesday. At the

latest.

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