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TRACY (VO CONT'D)

One night he took us editors out to

celebrate after a deadline. Eventually

Dave and I were left alone and we got to

talking - not like teacher and student,

but like two adults.

DAVE:

You know, Tracy... I don't know how to

say this, but...

Dave's finger traces the rim of his frosty root beer mug.

TRACY:

what?

DAVE:

Well, I notice you don't seem to have

any close friends at Millard. You seem

to be kind of a loner.

TRACY:

No, I'm not. I'm just really busy.

DAVE:

I know. I know its not by choice. I

just mean, well, being the kind of

person you are, it must be really

difficult to find someone you can talk

to.

TRACY:

What do you mean? What kind of person

am I?

DAVE:

What kind of person?

Dave looks directly into her eyes.

DAVE (CONT'D)

Tracy, I've been watching you for going

on two years now, and I think you are

one of the most talented, hard-working,

sensitive, attractive, brilliant

students -- no, human beings -- I have

ever met. I mean, you're the real

thing. Special.

TRACY:

(embarrassed, low)

Thank you.

DAVE:

And I know sometimes people like you

have to pay a price for their greatness,

and that price is loneliness.

Tracy nods in quiet recognition.

DAVE (CONT'D)

I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. But it

seems like you might need a friend.

INT. MILLARD YEARBOOK OFFICE -- DAY

A DOOR with cloudy glass and a stenciled sign: YEARBOOK OFFICE.

DISSOLVE through the door and TRAVEL through an empty room to discover

another door with a sign that reads DARKROOM.

TRACY (VO)

Since I grew up without a dad, you

might assume psychologically I was

looking for a father figure.

DISSOLVE through the darkroom door to

DAVE AND TRACY bathed in red light. Tracy is sitting on Dave's lap as

they make out hungrily.

TRACY (VO CONT'D)

But that had nothing to do with it at

all. It was just that Dave was so

strong and made me feel so safe and

protected.

INT. DAVE'S CAR -- DAY

Dave drives. Tracy sits in the passenger seat.

TRACY (VO CONT'D)

It was the first time somebody ever saw

the real me, the me that nobody else

knows.

DAVE:

(looking around)

Here, get down.

EXT. NOVOTKY HOUSE - DAY

Dave wheels his car into the open garage. The automatic door closes

behind him.

INT. NOVOTHY LIVIMG ROOM

Dave stands up from his squat at the STEREO, and the sexy sounds of

Sade set the mood.

Tracy is seated awkwardly at one end of the sofa, a Diet Dr. Pepper in

one hand. Dave walks slowly toward her, a sexy, knowing look in his

eye. The music is sexy. Tracy is sexy. He's sexy. Keeping his eyes

locked on Tracy's, he takes the pop can from her hand and takes a sip

himself. Sexy.

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