Fast Times at Ridgemont High

FADE IN:

EXT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL - NIGHT

From the outside parking lot it looks like an

enormous beached whale. It is the prime hangout for

all the teenagers in the area. Kids mill around the

parking lot or stand by the mall entrance.

INT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL

There are three levels of stores underneath a

massive fluorescent roof. Different music comes

from each store. It looks seventies-modern, but

already used and run-down. Groups of kids cruise

the mall, eyeing each other and acting cool.

INT. SWENSON'S ICE-CREAM PARLOR - NIGHT

The teenage waitresses in their peppermint pattie

uniforms are rushing around, trying to keep up with

their orders.

A good-looking man in his mid-twenties enters and

sits. He wears a plastic name tag that says:

"Pacific Stereo Audio Consultant, RON JOHNSON."

Two Swenson's Waitresses pass by with supreme

indifference, and take their orders into the back

kitchen.

INT. SWENSON'S BACK KITCHEN

WAITRESS #1

I think he looks like Richard Gere.

The two Waitresses discuss the issue at hand. One

of them, Linda Barrett, is the seventeen year old,

retired sex queen of Ridgemont High.

WAITRESS #1 (CONT'D)

I think he looks like... Richard

Gere. (Bruce Springsteen)

LINDA:

Did you see his cute little butt?

A third waitress enters.

WAITRESS #2

Let's talk about C-19.

WAITRESS #1 AND LINDA

We were!

WAITRESS #2

I think I'll drop over and change

the shakers.

LINDA:

No, be cool, that's Stacy's

section.

Through the entrance, we see Stacy Hamilton. She is

the fifteen-year-old trainee, sweet-looking with

just the last traces of baby fat. She puts down a

glass of water for Ron, spills some and mops it up.

WAITRESS #1

He's too old for Stacy, she hasn't

even started high school yet.

A flustered Stacy enters the back kitchen.

LINDA:

How's it going.

STACY:

Do you think that guy's cute?

WAITRESS #1

In a blow-dryed kind of way.

STACY:

Does anyone else want to take his

table?

LINDA:

Don't you like him?

STACY:

Yeah, but I f***ed up. You can take

it. Really.

LINDA:

Come on, Stacy, it's your section

and your man.

STACY:

What should I do?

LINDA:

Just take his order, look him in

the eye and if he says anything

remotely funny, laugh a lot.

She fluffs up Stacy's hair and gently shoves her

towards the door. Stacy reluctantly exits.

INT. SWENSON'S DINING ROOM

Stacy goes to Ron's table.

RON:

So you working hard or hardly

working?

Stacy thinks it over, decides it's a joke and

laughs (a little too late). Ron looks at her

soulfully.

RON (CONT'D)

You look like you could still be in

high school.

STACY:

I know, everyone says that.

He stares at her and she stares back uncomfortably.

STACY (CONT'D)

What can I get for you tonight.

RON:

How about your phone number?

Stacy smiles nervously.

INT. RIDGEMONT MALL - OUTSIDE SWENSON'S - NIGHT

A teenage boy stands in front of an in-mall theatre

across from Swenson's. He wears a stiff over-sized

tuxedo suit. He is Mark "The Rat" Ratner, a ticket

taker on the job.

Mike Damone, a transplanted Easterner, bops over

from the record store, eyeing every girl he passes.

He stops at the movie theatre.

THE RAT:

Do you ever look at those girls who

work at Swenson's? They're

beautiful. And I have to stand out

here and watch them six nights a

week.

DAMONE:

You should work for yourself.

Two Junior High Kids spot Damone, walk up to him.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

JUNIOR HIGH KID #1

You the guy with the Van Halen

tickets?

DAMONE:

I could be.

JUNIOR HIGH KID #2

What do you want for something in

the first ten rows?

DAMONE:

Twenty bucks apiece.

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