"MALLRATS" (1995)

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location
  • INT 34
  • EXT 6
  • UNKNOWN 34
time
  • DAY 17
  • NIGHT 1
  • DUSK 1
  • UNKNOWN 55
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EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT

Third Draft Nov, 29,1995 Unstable Molecules, Inc,

:SXT.'.-!ONHOC.:THCOLLE:GEI.:..BALCONYI-NIGHT

Throuch class doors, we see the Governor's Ball in progress (banners-delineating it as such) and a few well-dressed formal- attired people. Exiting said glass doors is the sixty-five year- old GOVERNOR of New Jersey herself, accompanied by Jr3ED SVENNING 1::.ocalprogrammer ofK-REL). The Goverr..oris :lanked by T'dOSECRET SERVICE types -- their eyes darting about, casing the surrounding area.

The Gove=or laughs and downs her drink. Svenning offers the Secret Se:cvicetypes a nervous glance.

She swigs ~er drink.

GOVERL"\/OR That's the Public Access station, right? The one they run the lottery m.unberson?

SVENN:;,G Well, there's t::edir~"ler,::::illowed:::;-; the presentation. Oh, and then we · adjourn to the auditoriurr,fora stage presentation by t.~eD~a~a and Hist.o=y clubs. They're put toget::eran imoressive musical about:?aul ?-evere entitled Liaht ·1 aurry,m·aznos.

GOVEP.)lOR ::sthere a dance n·J.Jnber?:Jothincr better t:hana couole af skimoilv:clad undergrads hurling themselves across the stage -- that's what: always say. (to Secret:..) Get me another ::1ighball,·,1illya? ;,_rid quit eyeball.in'everyone you're creeping them out!

SECRE"l'1 Right away, Governor.

Svenning's glare says it all. ',veCRANEup from the c:::o·.vdto the roo::::opofa nearby building.

STOP AND HOLD on a beautiful GIRL, pee:cinginto a telescope and jot:::ingdown result. She adjusts the lens and peers anew. Then, the t:ipof a rifle c:::eeosintoFRA!-lE,aimed at:t:::egirl's head. She doesn't notice it.

VOICE FREEZE!

She jumps back, startled, and looks up.

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~G~_;-~•

ano,re •'JUIN':'

"LS. You l=ok~~g at naked guys in the sno~e= agai:::.'?

BRANDI
(brushing herself off)
Didn't anyone ever tell you not to point guns at people?
T.S.
Once. .o.ndIshot him.
BRANDI
Nice k::ickers.
T.S .
........oor:eci::Jryouatyourroom,and Ronni =:Jldme you were up here.

3RANDI It's the only time that jerk Prescott would :et me use the telescope before the ex&~ ::extweek.

T.S.
What do you need his for? You've got your own.
BRANDI
I have the lenses, T.S. Only Prescott had the proper shaft.
T.S.
You*=e =ouching another man's shaf~ when=·~ about to go on stage?
BRANDI
(shaking her head and looking through scope)
"We are a:clin the autter, but some us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde.
T.S.
You should probably go get a seat -::ow. The at:ditorium'sgoing to fill up q-c1i::::i: in about ten minutes.
BRANDI
I'm goi:::gtowatch it from here.
T.S.
With that thing? You'll never see ~e

:Jovou know !":c•.,;o:iwe:-:::.._::_:.:l~st:hir:.g:.:::? : c;uld see a be~d =~ ~::p s~eat.as I :.cs formed ;:y c::ec:::·:::'..:.:::-;:..a!lcis==:::w a hund::::-edyardsc:.\•1ay.

T.S, -✓ • 1 _ean, but you ·,,;on'::::e:::..::~e~:,hear:::-.e sing.

BRANDI
Bingo.
T.S.
Oh, you're cruel.
(turni:lg to lea•.re1 :;:hope you're packed a2.ready. We have to wake up ear2..yif...,;e':-ego:.:igt.omake the plane.

3RJ..N:J: ~.Jm.......sor-:::::can':_

T.S.
(freezi:1g)
Excuse me?
BRANDI
My father asked ::iet::::e.l.phimoutcvit::: his new show.
T.S.
He wants you to host
BRANDI
He wants me to be a c::ntest:ant.
T.S.
~hat Dati::a Ga.rne~~p-o:::::li::g?.:7esus, that guy k.~owsno shame! So he fo::-b:!.C. you to go to Florida ~hen you said no -- is that it?
BRANDI
Well...I didn't exact2.J.
T.S.
Yeah, right.

No :::-esponse.

T.S.
You didn't tell him no?!

It's ~o =~; deal it's just = □ r~-~ BesiGes, ~~·s i~por~an~ =or my fat~e~·s career. ~ 0 Otherwise he would.,':: have askeC.,

'::'.s. Brandi, :~e guy hates me, for Christ's sake! You don't think that might:!:le part of his motive? He'd love to see us break :.:o!He'd at least like to see us not take this vacation together! And here you are giving him the golden oooor::uni:-;without a moment"s hesitation! Think, for Christ's sake! Jesus, for a Science major you can be so fucking stupid sometimes.

Erand.:.s~aresat him, sCccked and hurt. T.S. shakes ~is head.

3RANDI I was givi=g you che benefit of the doubt, T.S. I thought you might be able -:ohandle this, so I could aooea.se my father, and you could prove him- wrong abou::how serious you are abou:: us. 3ut: guess I credited you wi-:h too much. I guess you're just as possessive and thoughtless as he is. You both see me as property! In fac':, the ::·,10o::youhave so much in common, you should date each other!

She :::.::::nstostormaway. He chases after her.

::.s. Brandi, >1ait:!

He g:::a!:lshershou~aer,:::i::lein hand.She whips around and throv;shis hand of:':.

3RANDI Leave me a::.o...OW!

The :::i::leiscaught ~n her hair, tugging at i::.

T.S.
The gun's stuck in your hair.

3RANDI Well get:..::out!

~.s. I I rnt::-Jir..g!

3RANDI Ow! hu::--:s!

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If you s-:.anas:.:....:._,cange.:.·-

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·" =-..-..:oinssvenning and ::heGove:::::o:::.:'heSec=e:.Se:?:"":·ice :."_.:rpes.:-:.alfd::awtheirguns,::-eac:.:.::g:.:::him.Sven~:.~g:~dicaces

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:..:.'SOKAY.

P.A.
WeIre ready ::.n£.::.ve,:-!ist.erSve~.ni:1g"

~e exi=s. ~ands kind of i~ the air.

SVENNING
Govern?r, :.hepresen:.~c:.on'sgoi::g:.o stare ::.naoouc:::.vem::.::~=es.~e'::-e taping t~~s ~or b::-oadcas:.:acer,so ~·ou might wane :o ~=eshen ~Pa b:.c.

The 3ec:::etService manlooks around. :'he0.S. com.~ction f:::om above catches his attention. He lowe:::shisshades and ?eers hawk-:ike at the O.S. spectacle.

GOVERNOR (0. S.)
What the hell is that suooosed to mean? What? I look like shit or something?

~X'!',::::.OO?'TOP-NIGHT

and Brandi scruggle with the :::i:::leinhe::::1ai:::..

T.S.
It's canaled around the ==-~gge:::_•~ you'd scop movi::g...!
BRANDI
Get it off! It hurts!
T.S.
Maybe we can jar it loose. :!ere-- lean on the ledge.

E=and:.leans over the ledge of the building. T.S. oroceeds to bang ::herifle against the ledge, jerking B:::andi'shead with it each ':i.me.

:C:XT.:!ONMOUTP.COLLEGE(BJ>.LCONY)-NIGHT

~~e Sec=et Service man reac~es for his gun.

SEC?ET l SNIPER!!

SXT. '.·!ON!10UTHCOLLEGEIBALCONY) -,UGHT

~he Secret Service man c~othesli~es ~he Governor over a cable. She screams and Svenr.::.ngget:sknocked overby some COPS. They t::.pche table over :::Jra shieldand unload in T. S. 's general direct:::.on.

SXT. ?..OOFTOP-NIGHT

and 3randi see ::hebullet:sheading their ·.1ay.

TOGETHSR
SHI!::"~':"'.11

~hey duck -- u~ison as t~e ledge-~ sprayed with n~::ecs.

SXT .'.10Nl10U:'HCOLLSGEICOMMONS) -NIGHT

From beh::.r:dthet:ao~e.:he Cops and Secret: Service::1enreload. Svenn::.r:g::urseshiselbow.

COP 1
How rr,anyof them are there?
SECRET 1
I spied :~o -- a male and a female.
COP 1
'tlhat:~.:..r:cofartil::.e:ry?
SECRET 1
Perp's brandishing a shot:gun.
SVENNING
Was :::eGovernor ::.:.~?
GOVERNOR (0. S.)
Of course I'm hit, you asshole! He :::.t. me l::.kesome goddam wrest:ler!
SECRET 2
There's no blood; she wasn't tagged.
GOVERNOR (O.S.)
Jesus! Would you get your foot off ::1y tit?!
SVENNING
(moving)
Sorry, ma*atn.
CJP 2
:sta:!:":.:-.gO.S, Sir, - t.1":i::k:::ev:::-e::.:::-::·:.~g:.:,s1.g:-..:L. us.

:::::;:.:=.JOFTOP-NIGHT

A :=::g~hite sock t~ed t~ a r:.~:ebut= ==eeps over ::.~eledge, ::::01:.::o·.1edbyt::ieslowlyr::.s::.ngpa:;.rofT.S.andBra.r::::::..

T.S.
(yell::.ngdown! It's okay! ,~e'renot:a::::med! (hold::.ngupr::.fle)
This ::.sjust:aprop! :·min t:he musical! :':lat.·,.;asjustablank! -i-, wasn1':.serious!

".:."::leC::-osandSec::-:etServicemen::-:av·et.=:eiz::-·1veapons::::-a.:.r:eaonthe above O.S. pair.

SECRET
What:'::ihesay?
SECRET ..
I think he said they're Assyrians.
COP 1
Sweet:Christ:! Terrorises on our campus!
COP 2
Why's he dressed ::.ikea Revolutionary War ~-!inut.e!·!an?
SECRET
For :.z::-ony,Youraveraae terrorist :.s a sho'.·.rrnan:::.rst,~illersecond.

Sv.i:.NNING It's t:heparent:sI blame. They're not: raising kids properly these days.

BRANDI IO. S . } Is Jared Svenning down ::here?!

Svenr:ingfreezes. The ochers look at him, puzzled.

SECRET 2
That's you, isn't it:?
SVENNING
Well, yes_.but how would terrorists know me?

2.;:_:;~:::JI'-,....,I _.".::;'I ::.·sme 3::-ar..di!

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SVER:.:::.::G.

7'NO.:.:-2:;L.;...NC:'.:.:~::.Tr:::ENDANTS·..,heelascret.cherpast.Sver.....J.:..::g.He st:ops::::emandc:-ouches down to speak wit:hthe Gove:-::o::::.

SVENNING
Gove:c:iorDalton,: just want to apologize for this fiasco. My daught:e:c' sahuge:an of your...

~he G~verr.o=pulls an envelope from under her ~lanke:.

GOVERNOR
Your =~eek, Svenn~::g.
SVENNING
(reaching fo:cit:)
Ma'ain,: don't know what to say but thanx:you. L.

She ;:-oceeds::otear it up in front of his face. Sven::ing's exp:::::-ess:.::·nt:.:.=nsg:::::-een.

GOVERNOR
You want money for your pissant station, t:-yplaying the lotte:cy. '.:'.ou know whe:cethey air the results.
(hitting orderly} Get ::iecothe goddam hospital -- now' I t.l"',.i.!"lkc::eyfract::.:.=·ed;nycollarbone.

5ver::::..::;;:•1ac::::es::.:::D.c:::::-:::::-orastheGovernoriswhee::..•eC:s..·;1ay. T.S, ~Jins ::.:.m.

T.S.
Miste:cSvenning, : just wanted t:o apologize and thank you for squa:cing everr:hing away wit::::t::iepolice.- know we p:cobablyworried you, but Brar-d:.andI are both okay ...
SVENNING
(turning on him)
If it woulct.~•tmean implicating my dauch~er in this somehow, I'd i~sist the-autho:citieslock you up for the rest of you:-young :ife, you goddam menace!
T.S.
Sir, it was an accident, I swear!

SVEN1-J::::::; You1 ~ethe acc~~enc, you ~oron! ~ou have ~o idea ~ha:.~'OU j~sc =ost.~e! 3ut 7ou1 ~er~gh:.! You'l~ pay ~or ~ha~ you've done! You'll pay~~ spades! Nobody fucks wi::::.:7aredSver-'c.ing's career and •1Jalksaway clean! I promise you that!

C"r:'"C.,-_l'"'.:"'"lgstorr:1saway/2.eavi:1.g'.:7•s•s::ana:.::gt.:lere..--,STUDENT sa1..::::.ersuptohimff

STUDEN':' Hey man, I just ~anted to tell you t::at I dug what you c:.d up ::he!:"e..:o..na!:"c::y rules, dude.

looks at him.

-::i_...-::::,_---••~~---~S-Wa.1.·i..-...'."•·g-·o-_;s·K.1•_;,...··•ea-·-af\f-----c:...-nancrr"'r·-.1.=-ce-0..:allows her, pleadingly.

BRANDI
We'!:"eover,T.S. !
T.S.
Come on! I thought we we!:"en'tgoingto go t:1rough this break-up, make-up shit anymore!

BRI>..NDI We're not, so you can :orget about the making up!

T.S.
Listen to you! ::hydon'::you admi:: it?!
BRANDI
Admit what?
T.S.
This isn't just about what happened on the !:"OOf.You're using that as an excuse because you don't have the guts to stand up to your father!
BRANDI
Maybe you're :?:"ight.

T.S. sees this tactic isn't working, so he softens his ap:;:;:::-oach.

T.S.
Come on, Brandi. What about clorida?

(sp::.:::::.::ga:!:'"ot.:nd anc:;:-:.:.::) "!ou:n.irni.:..:..a:.eme,:.:if::-ontoft:le school, ::::ecorrmunity--the nation, :or God's sake -- you seriously damage my father's career, you insult me wi:::: :his smal:.-:irnegood cop/bad cop :-oui::ineo:::,ours,andnow you have :::.e crallto ask me if I still want to go on a vacation?!

T.S.
(thecoup de grace)
~ was goi::g topropose to you in ?lorida!

She sta.res at ::::.m,open-mou:hed.A tear forms in ::ereve.

3"11.NDI ,ou kr:ow, ..-., ! thought you scre'.-1ed :.:paboutevery way you possibly cou:.:::. :onight. (wipi::ghereyes) 3ut ! guess: underestimated you!

She walks away, leaving ::irnstanding there, open-mou:::edand alone in :he parking lot. Her car SCREECHES away.

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INT. 3ROD!E'S ROOM - DAY

BRODIE is sitting up in bed but his eyes are closec:. ?..ENE kneels beside r:im, stari::cr.She waits, then knocks on ::.ishead. Brodie opens his eyes and-:ries to focus. He looks a::::erand yawns.

;1hat:irne isit?

RENE
Nine-thir::y.

Brodie thinks, :hen u::-ge:,::.yreachesoverRene to :::e::.ight stand. He clicks the :-emote.

The T.V. snaps on. The g::-aphicsofa hockey video gaJ:ceareon, but frozen.

Brodie grabs t::egame cont:-ollerand sighs relief.

BRODIE
Holy shit, :hat was close. Thank G,cd

it didn t :-eset.

RENE
\•/hatt::iel-.ellareyou doing?

3?.o:::::='. ? inishi.ngr::yga.1ne,,

RENE
{reach:.::g::o~ cont::-02.lerJ No, :10,no, ~:'aup::ornisec:i:ne
BRODIE
(defending controller)
Breakfast? Look at that score, for God's sake. I"m only in the middle of the second and I'm winning twelve to two. Breakfasts come and go -- San Jose only slaughters Detroit rnaybeonce in a lifetime.

Rene s:ares at him for a beat, :hen shakes her head and walks away.

BRO:JIE (giving ~er a quick glimpse) You hit the bathroom already?

RENE
(sitting on bed and tying shoes)

I didn t let your ~othe= see me; don·~ worry.

BRODIE
Who's worried?
RENE
Are you kidd:..~.gme?: 've :1ever:net another person who lives in as rnuch fear of his rnotheras you do.
BRODIE
I do not.
RENE
So that's why I have co sneak :..nhere after everyone's asleep at night, and sneak out of here undetected in :he morning.
BRODIE
You want I should :ell my mother ·11hat we do here at night?
RENE
What --·that :,rouplayv:i.aeogames and I fall asleec unfulfilled? Go ahead. It beats this sneaking around shit.

~hat ca~: say? She d~esn·= like you.

?ENE I You ve ::ever eve!!:.:::::::-oducedmeto:-~er,

BRODIE
(oause1 She wouldn't: like you.
RENE
You 1re retarded. I Everyone s mother likes me.

Rene walks out.of t:he:E'R..Zi.J,f::again,p:::esumablyt.ot:lebathroom.

BRODIE
Not mine.
(beat:)
:!ey, :'"'(,ebeenmeani::::gt.oaskyou;·.ihat. do you C.:::>:..::.t:hebath:=ooma.:..1the::..::i.e?
RENE (O.S.I
?igure :..:.out.

The t:oiletflushes. Rene comes back in and sifts ::hroughthe clothes on the floor.

BRODIE
No, .i.mean like before. Like every morning before you leave here. I never hear water running, or any particc1larly female bathroom noises.
RENE
(stopping and :ooking UD)
?emale bathroom noises?
BRODIE
Like mv mom. She emics completely different bathroom noises than my old man.
RENE
(resumes sifting)
You're retarded.
BRODIE
What do you do in there?
RENE
You really want to know?
BRODIE
(still playing)
I asked, didn't I? I'm playing the role of the concerned guy.

RENE

BROD:;:; (looks up; .:Jea:) You c-::y.

RENE
I cry.
BRODIE
(beat)
~.nyparticular reason?
RENE
(digging ::.:i.roughp;.:.rse)
I think about oeoole t:i.at~ake decisions that-af~ect our lives_ :he doctors that ~ake advancements in curing diseases ...:~eengineers ~ho desig::skyscrapers ...::iatg;.:.y·,:ho~aps out a plane I sfl:.g!':tpat:..::...
BRODIE
The navigator.
RENE
(pulling out an envelope)
I think about how those oeoole are ou: there every day, making a dlfference... Leading big lives ...:1akingtheirmark. And how they refuse to be intimidated by the tremendous odds of failure :::i.ey face. And how they only concern themselves with oeers and comoanv t:i.at apply to their goals and ::oblecauses.

Re~e c~e~s c::ewindow across f=ornthe bed.

BRODIE
(goes back to playing)
Jesus. I'd hate to tell you what= think about in the bathroom.
RENE
I think about all that and I cry...
(tossing envelope on his chest)
...becauseIhave nothing better to do than :::uckyou.

Brcdie :.ooksup, shocked. Rene climbs out the window. Brodie sca~es, ~pen-mouthed. He opens t~e envelope and =eads ·-

(t.o8pen ·t11.::c.ow) ~!ou'::-eS:...:....":lpi::.gme?!? (~ead~=; mo~e: again addresses ooen window) :s this beca~se :·didn't introduce you tomy mother?

The score s:?:::NSOUNDS. 3rodie looks at the T.V.

The aame is over. Detroit is t.::ewinnerby one. '!'he,..rideo players skate in victory.

Brodie t::1rowsdownt.::1eletter, still staring att:i.e~·;_

BRODIE
Shit.

T.S. gets out.o: 1-' st.at.ionwagon and

....:.s d::a-:::s:=.irnself

to the front door.

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INT. 3ROD:E'S LIVING ?0011 - DAY

Brodie opens t:i.edoor. stands there.

BRODIE
(opening his arms)
Mon frer! Last time I saw you, you were on CNN, taking shots at public officials!

~ires SCREECH:NG to a stop are heard.

:i::XT.3RO:J::::'S::OUSE-DAY

Behind T.S. 's car,two news vans idle. The doors s la,,open and REPORTE?.S·.vit.::vid-cameras pile out,racingtoward t:-.e::ouse, yelling o•.it.½°.lestions.

VOICES
Mist.er Quint! Mister Quint! ... Isit. true you and your ::omicidal lover planned to kill yourselves once the Governor was dead?...Was Catcher Tn :::e Eyg a favorite book? ...,vereyoureally aiming at K-REL st.at.ion manager Jared Svenning?

T.S. ·Nhips ::iackat. Brodie.

T.S.
Move!

3?.0DIE'S '!AULT

iJal1-to-waL:..Brodie s~ts cown and :::-esuzr.es:;aggingand his St:Ock_ :'.S. plops dc·,m i:1a c:::ail:'.

BRODI:S So you're looking~~- sanctuary?

T.S.
It's been like this all morning!
BRODIE
Can you blame them a::er the soectacle you made of yoursel:? What ·.-,e:?:"evou trying t:odo, anyway? :mpress .:7oci.ie Foscer?
T.S.
I wasn't gunning fc:::.:leGover:-ior,, was just a stupid mist:nde:cst:anding.
BRODIE
And now you're cryir:g'patsy,' thus demonstrating all the key characteristics of the lone nut assassin.
T.S.
(picking up comic)
Do you actually read all of these?
BRODIE
(panicky)
You're bending it! ?ut it down, :or God's sake!
(taking book and laying it ginge:cly on a pillow)
Here, you wanna molest sorne,:hir:.g...
(throwing envelope ai: him)
Read that.
T.S.
What's this?
BRODIE
Terminatior. pape:cs. Sffective immediately.
T.S.
(reading)
Oh my God. Rene dtm.pedyou.

3ROD:E ~ust ~ow. :an you cel~eve

';:.s' Eow long did you dace ~er?

BRODIE
Si:icet.~eend of the summer. Neve!:" date a girl you meet in August.-L ::hat'swnat::nygrandfather used to ce:_:_ me. ,Gr_wasit --,-neverdatea girl ?OU meet:in a transvestite bar'? -

T.S, Says here that you have no direccior:.- No college a..'11bition,:::.ojobprospec::s.

BRODIE
~lso says I have no dick, but you'll :::ocice::hatfollows ::hefinancial q-...:esc::..:J~,;;rovingo:1cemorewhat··..;·orr.e:: ~eally look for.
T.S.
(looking up from :etter)
What do you do for money, anyway?
BRODIE
Blood bank, sperm bank, eye bank.
T.S.
(reading)
Wow.. She calls you callow in here ..

l BRODIE

:s t:1.atbad?

T.S.
-~ means frightened, ~eak-willed.
BRODIE
Shit, that was the only part of the :.ei::t:e:?:":thoughtwascompliment:a:?:"y.
T.S.
(folding up let:te:?:')
You':?:"elucky. I didn't even get a lett:e:?:"filledwith obscureadject:ives
BRODIE
(head snapping up)
Holy shit, Brandi dumped you?! Wait: "· second -- aren't you two supposed to co Florida or something?

The mall.

Oh, I'd prefer ritual suicide./ '7 BRODIE Come on. It'll be great. They've got these new cookies at the cookie stand. They're awesome -- you"ve gotta try them.

T.S.
You think the promise of a cookie is going to lure me into doing something I have zero i~terest in? What am I -- five years old?

BRODIE

' Don't be such a pussy. Just go. ~ell

you what: we can stop off at Brandi's if it'll make vou feel better. You can talk to her; ~aybe patch this thing up.

A KNOCKING on glass is heard. They look over their shoulders.

A suited MAN raps on the glass, holding aloft a small stack of l papers.

MAN
Mister Quint? I'm Fred Silver -- with NBC. The Network would like to buy the rights to your story for a tasteful tele-pic...

Another M.1'\Npopsup beside him.

MAN 2
Mister Quint! Tom Drucker with CBS. We'll pay more and get Drew Barrymore to play your girlfriend!

Brodie stares open-mouthed. T.S. shakes his head.

T.S.
We can stop at Brandi's?

Brodie nods, not taking his eyes off O.S. T.S. shakes his head and gets up.

T.S.
Get dressed.

T.S. drops the shade over the chattering men. MUSIC CUE.

'1"1·- 3roC.::.es::;:,s:::::-::mc:=:.:-::.ea::d v:..e··.··

T.S.
We :.ose::iem?

3RODIE Not a news ~.ran::.~s:.g::.::..!·1a!':,~·ou dr.::..ve·-~~:ikeSteve ~cQ~een. (iook:..:::ga:iead) Red ::.gt:..

T:::e.=::.a:::.:::·..;agonst:c;:sc.,_a:..:.;;r.:.,

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BRODIE
I'll be =::.ghtback,

I

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T.S.
_ can' ~ even :t:.:1c::::e~•lords

3ROJ::::: Not bad, ::unh.::.?Isaw these guys doing it in the city. It's a fast way to make a buck, see? (holding ~p dollar) That's a soda. later en.

T.S.
Are you going :o do that at every light?

BROD:E Depends.

11

EXT. SVENNI:JG'SHOUSE

A news van is parked in front of the Svenning estate. A female REPORTER converses with her '.::;MERAH.ll.N,smoking.

T.S. (O.S.)
There goes t::a:idea.

T.S. and Brodie watch from =ehind a tree.

BRODIE
Just ignore t::emand go in.
T.S.
Are you kiddi:g? They'll have a field day with this -- "Mickey and Mallory reunite to slay her father in his own

home~

BRODIE
Tell you what -- you go 'round the back and I'll run i:terference with the fourt:hestate.
T.S.
(looking at house)
You got my back?
BRODIE
Your back is got.

T.S. exits sneakily. Brodie cracks his knuckles and heads the other way.

12

EXT. AT THE BACK OF BRANDI'S HOUSE - DAY

T.S. emerges from the bushes. He tiotoes toward Brandi's bedroom window and raps lightly. The-curtains open and Brandi looks out at him. She gives him the "wait right there' gest:ure and dart:s away.

3?.0;J:::: jlhac's::~~sall abou~?

?.::::?0?.7~?. :·m M~ralda ~ot::s.~=c~ Hard~~~-~=~- We're hcp~ng to ;et an ~~cer~~ew w!:.~ Brandi s~)·en~ing.

3ROD!:S That's t~e g~rl ~no :.oak a s~oc Gover::o:::?

~='.POR'!':::?. :':lesarne.:)oyou >:.::owher?

3?.0DI:S siou.::..:::.se.·-1so.

13

'."LEROR:.:::E.

t.el.iyol!.

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T.S. :eans agai~st. ~he ~ouse. ar:::.:::::..

BRAND: (look:.r:gdown; was...:·.'las:::li::k~::gabout.-::::__....._____j...........':;;: you...

';:.s . Has your ::ach.er::al:neddownc.!"...y?

S?J~•..1'\JD: He was ~:.~eunc~: ~e =ead ~~e a::::.~=~e in today's ?~ess, ::ornpar:.::g:::.m:.J::::e :at~er ~f ~arnes Earle ?ay.

BrJ~:.e~JW speaks :.~to:.~emic=8phone held by ::=e?ep:~:.er. Ca.;.T(e::-:::.:-:a~tapest.'::em.

R:S?O?.T::::< Sata:iic::::::Jal?

BRODIE
Oh, all t~e cime. : remember corni~c over for C.hriscmas one year, and t::ey were celebracing a Black Mass. Her father had sex.with a goat ricrht-·::::here, in-the-den. In tact, l.t:'s-himIblame- f6r what ~appened with her. He perverted her morals from an early age, what with all the neighborhood cacs he used to make her strangle.
REPORTER
And nobody ever reported this to the authoricies?
BRODIE
Everyone around here's paralyzed by fear. Makes for shitty block parties.
REPORTER
Could we i::ossiblygo on to your propercy and get some foocage of their back yard?
BRODIE
Um...Ihave to admit, I'm afraid to oiss them off. If they find ouc I let you

I do that, the guy's liable to put a

death hex on me.

The Camera Man holds out a hundred dollar bill.

MAN
Would this help?
BRODIE
A hundred bucks!
(grabbing ic)
Shit, for a hundred bucks, :•11 bring you on their property.
14

EXT. AT THE BACK OF THE HOUSE - DAY

T.S. and Brandi talk.

T.S.
You've gotta explain it to him, Brandi. You know it was all an accident.
BRANDI
I know it wasn't olanned, but 'accident:'is too-light a term to describe what happened, T.S.

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?er::.aps?

3R_:._ND: ?er~aps ~o=e :.~an :.alk?

T..S.
(srr.:..:.i::.g)
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Um...:ca::':. I have :.::ega..rnes::c'.V.

rri,.S. 'sexpress:.enc:=c::,s-

I 3rodi.e leads :."::eRepo::::-:.e:z:-and:heCarner-a!·!ar::..:)awindow. ,

BRODIE
':1hisis ~ve~:::1.i.r:g'sbedr::>orn.:·Jo\•;:must 1...;ar::you--:heimages you c=:.;,-:·'..:.=eo:E
REPORTER
( toCamera Hanl Take a ::::1ok.

r:-:ieCarnera:!a.npeers:=:roughthe window 1.:..'1.c::.:-:.:..svid-cam.

15

INT. SVENNI::G'SBEDROO!·!( POVVID-GU1) - "IJAY

Svenni::g comes out of ~~e bathroom, soaked, ~ra~~ed in a to~ ~e's doing a :i=t.~edan=e and singing a li==:e song.

'"!:'..s.andE=andi:~ght.

T"S, I can't believe you're going through wich this!

BRANDI
Come on, T ..S..,it'sno big deal. It's nae like I'm going to sleep with the guy ..
T..S.
You might as well! Jesus, I thought you had more backbone than that! Why do you have to do everything he tells you to?
16

INT..SVENNING' S BEDROOM ( POVVID-C.=ILI)-DAY

Svenning crosses the room and drops his towel, butt to che camera. He turns co put on a pair of underwear and locks eyes ....,ithchecamera.

SXT. 3Y THE BACK OF THE HOUSE - DAY

T..S. and Brandi fight.

BRANDI
There you go again! Just when you were making headway, you louse it all up with this possessive machismo of yours and bring everything endearing about you to a screaming halt.

A powerful SCREAM is heard. T.S. and Brandi lock eyes and run out of FRAME.

17

EXT ..~T THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE - DAY

Sven::ing comes tearing out in a towel, heavily pissed.. Brodie takes it all in.

SVENNING
What the... Bruce?!What the fuck are you people doing on my property?!
REPORTER
(shoving microphone in his face)
Jared Svenning -- how do you answer your neighbor's charges of your practice of Satanic ritual?
SVENNING
(furious)
WHAT?!?!

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18

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3P2>.NDI

Daddy, ':'.S, did.."'l~•••

T.S.
Mister Sve~~ing, ~ha::.ever~appened, assure you ...

SVENNI:·:G Get ·.·ou=ass off ~Y ;==~er:.~-~ow! (to?.epor:.e:!:": Get=~= cf here =efo::e: ::all=~e ==~sl

3RODIE Me ::co?

SVENNI:C:G NOW! I!

T.~;_ a?c 3~odie dar~ o=:, follo~ed by the Repor:.e::a~~her st::...:...:..-snooc:.ngCameraMan.

SVENNI:•lG (calling after ::hem1

19

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agai::..: m shoo=i::.gyouf::.!:'stand cal2.i::.g:.~epoli:::ea::=eryou'7ec..ec aeac.•-.."....,!!,

3rodie s:..:.scr..:.iet.l~/.

BRODIE
Idon't: know what:~e's so mad abou::.. Thev'!l digitally erase his organ ~hen the~ air ::.hefootage.

T,S. Goddarr.mi::.,-,.,;hat'smyp:r-001em!_,.,;as this c!ose to a reconci~iation, and_ blew :.ipat:her! ;._ridyourt:.:1.eat:=:..::::s did..~·~help, eit~er!

BROD:::: Maybe some music'll calm you down. (stares rifling through glove compartment) Do you have any cassettes?

T.S.
Whatever's in there is my mother's.
BRODIE
What's this?
(pulling out tape; reads)
"Jazzercise?" Your mother has an aerobics cape in her car? Why?
T.S.
Centimeters! Centimeters away from smooching it out, and now it's blown to hell! And where am I going? To the fucking mall of all places! As a matter of face, I'm dropping you off and leaving.
BRODIE
The safest place for you to be right now is at the mall. No press will think to look for you there. Hide i~ plain sight.
T.S.
Just shut up. You've done enough to further jeopardize my relationship.
BRODIE
You know, did you ever stop to think that maybe the relationship wasn't that strong anyway. If something stupid like getting her shot at could rattle the infrastructure of a so-called romance like yours, then maybe it was tenuous to begin with.
T. S.
Would you close the glove compartment already?
BRODIE
Maybe it's about time you were rid of her. Three years is a .long time to date anybody, especially someone as anal retentive as Brandi.
T.S.
Anal retentive?

Oh, ..:"ear..?.eme!:"...::e::::-:..::ec::::-ad.-,..,.;......-~·- par::-::~?p~c-::::.::....;~-3:::b;:J~~·sp~~t··;_:::: she got.a::..:a~g:-:/=.:.~e-

T.S.
She was waa::.~g::ex::= you! She t:hewarn ::·..:.rrer:::=.:l~~Je:--:ler

3RODI:::: So what's the big dea:? We were surrounded by water. Some people are so f::-agile,

3RODIE

:t ·.vasn: ::-n!:.er,·-·..:asnear::.ea::-.

~ C -...... Just shut: ..:p.

Two ·:or:::s:3rand and G:orious. full.

and pause. 3rodie ::::-1.a..:..es

...........,_,..,.,...._.'.- -·--_,....'=-'••::::.s::ost.::-:...!..s.

3ROD!E Ahhh~! love t:~esmell of comrne::::-=e ::hemor::::.::g.

T.S.
(looking at :::i:d.ec\lp:.n Brodie's har.dl You'::-ereally maki.::g:~at:ast.
BRODIE
(moving forwa:-:::)
Wast.enot, wane ::ot.

passes. Some of the soda spil2.s, ~he Dude looks a~ 3::::-odie"

:JUDE You want =o say something?

3RODI::::

20

~BOUTA MILLION T.::.I:IGS.BUTICAN·::.

exp::-essmvself monosv2.2.abicallve!"lc:..:.;;-.:: for you ~o understand :~em all~

D1JDE
,glaring at Brodie and shaking his head) .~.sshole.

He exits.

BRODIE
Prick.
T. S.
(stunned)
What the hell was that all about?
BRODIE
(licking soda from finger)
Oh, that's the jerk from Fashionable Male. It's this uoscale-wannabe shoo on the second f~oor. ~e's the manager.

' T.S.

I thought everyone loved you at this mall.

BRODIE
There's your one exception. Guy's always giving me shit. I have no idea why.
T.S.
Helluva welcome.
BRODIE
Fuck him.
(they start ·.,alking)
Where do you want to go first?
T.S.
Back to Brandi's.
BRODIE
Forget that chick, man. She's bargain basement. Plenty more good product ou~ there. You"ve got to shop around :or ) the best buys. Don't settle on the first_price you see. \ _-' T.S. This is what I need -- you assailing me with mall metaphors.

BRODIE· -- ----- I'm the omniscient narrator of your life, my friend. (more)

(Ci,-.,,-:::•-~0,,05.,•.,__ _ --:--:--:-~--~-.:-:... wa~~~::;a~c =s.~~~~-~, I see :../r:.2.::··.·:;uC.o,2<.re::··.,.~he~ lookir:g, a::d2::naKe·".:c::mme::.:..s all, know a:~l.

::.s. You can': see_a~,;-.1.---••--••-.;.....c--.,-~T....th...·vo··-....__.....cy-··ec- closed. :-pen:.hemi:e:E:::::-eyout:...:r-: yourself.

BRODIE
Are you kidding? : know chis ;:::.aceso well, I ca.nwalk ::=:=oug!":i:: blindfolded. There's ::ota gar=age can, t-sni=::stanC, o= ceil~~g :an this place :hat:I don': know abo-..::,

3=odie ::2.as:..s~~sheadaga~~sta -e~~- I ::--:;;:.i.ft:"'"'kneelsces:.iei~m-

':''s. You were say:!.ng?

BRODIE
(snapp:.ngopen ::iseyes)

t

Where the ::.:ckdidt:.!1atcomef:::-om? Whac's goir..gonhere?

~.s. Looks like a stage :.sbeing erec:ed.

3rod~e ~ops :.ohis feet again anc sta=es, ~labber~as:.edat the ~nder-co~s:.=~ct~on stage.

3RODIE What :.s=~~s ~ons:.:::-~si:.y?

':'.s. Maybe ::.e's~orthe Eascer Bunny pictures.

BRODIE
(still staring a~ =he scage1 Impossible. ".::'heEaster3unnycou:::-:::.s down :he o:her end of che mall; beer..-..:o since two days after Chriscmas. : war..:: answers. (seeir..gsomet~:.ngO.S.)
And ::.he:r:e'sa soul·.,;ho:;iigh:know I what s up.

3~od~e iead.soff.

::1T.::..:;LL-THEPOSTER KIOSK

'.'/ILL:.=-1-1stares atone oft:-:.ose3-Dprin::s( theones :::-eveal a hidden oiccure if the viewe:cs::areslong enough) and Brodie joln him.

BRODIE
William.

Willia.'11continuesto stare.

BRODIE
(poking him)
William.

WILLii'-.M (starting) Hunnhh? (slowly cognizant) Brodie, man. 'r/hat'sgoin' on? (looking around) What, do you work here now?

BRODIE
No, man, I'm shopping with T.S.

WILLI.i"'.M (staring at T.S.) T.S., I saw you on T.V. I think it was on Baywatch.

BRODIE
CNN, William. And they re-ran it on Good Morning, America.
WILLIAM
Oh, yeah. Didn't you kill the Pope o= something?
T.S.
I got a musket tangled in my girlfriend's hair.
WILLIAM
Oh.

He goes back to staring at the picture.

T.S.
What are you doing, William?

WILLii'-.M Looking for the hidden picture.

21

.

,exp~=~~i~g :o ~,S.) enc~;~. ~~ou·=esuppcsed ::.oseesome kind~= h~~~en ~~=ee-d~~ens~onal pic:::::e.

'::. s . (stari=g for a beac) Oh, Jeah. :/ow;i:'s a sai2.boac.

WILLIAM
You saw i::::.oo?!Dammi:!
BRODIE
What's the ~atter?
WILLIAM
I've been s::.aringact~~s =~incrtor a ~eek ~~w. ?rom opening ·:~l ciosi=g, and: =an': see a godda.~n :~ing.

'

BRODIE
You·~e goc :o relax your eyes.
WILLIAM
Evez:-:.,~oneseesthist:.!°J.ir..gexcept:-:i.e.

t

But :oday's my day. I brought a ::.unc~ and a soda, and I'm not moving unt:.::..,. see :hat sailboat everyone keeps talking about.

T.S.
(pointing O.S.)
Wil2.iarn,would youhappen t:oknow what:. chis scage business is all abou:?

'.-JILLI.AM have :o go blind trying!

BRODIE
(poin:ing)
No, ::1.an.'::hisscage. Over here.
WILLIAM
I focusing) Oh, :hat:.thing. Yeah, they'::ehaving this game show today in the mall. It's gonna be on T.V. I think ::'s called Mate~ ~ate or something.
T.S.
Holy shit! That's Brandi's father's game show!
BRODIE
What ::.sit:.?
T.S.
It's this reallv cheesv Datina Game rin- off; it's supposed to Se for college - kids. Trying to captl.:.rethat:-:ineties yout::market ·.vitha staple of seventies television.-

BRODIE

Why don't they bring back or remake good shows. Like~- and the Bear. Now...there' saconcept : can' tget enough ·of::.:~man and his rn_onkey.

WILLIAM
Would you guys shut up! You're breaking my concentration!
BRODIE
Sorry, William.
WILLIAM
(going back to scaring at picture)
Now :•ve gotta start all over again.
T.S.
Good luck with that thing.

l

BRODIE
Yeah, man. Remember: relax your eyes.

They head off. William stares. A KID joins him and stares at r the picture as well. I I KID

(beat) Wow; a sailboat.

WILLIAM
(glaring at him)
Shut up.
22

INT. '.·!ALL-DAY

Mid-conversation. T.S. shakes his head, walking. Brodie follows him.

BRODIE
Leave?! We just go here!
T.S.
You can stay, but I'm not going to sit around and watch my one true love auctioned off to the highest bidder.
BRODIE
So then let's trash the thing.

:i.s. ~:i.._:;:-e:,;·ou:~::..ddi:ig::-.e?:'m:.=yi::g...-..1 SffiOO:.:::.::ir:gSo~.-er·:r~~~;..,c.,..-I:':le~~2:.S:. thi~g: ~ace :.odo ~s piss her ~acte~ off a::ymore 1::lan~al;:-eaciy!":ave, tha::~:s:oyou.

ERODI:S I can aet someone to do~~ for us.

We ::.Se blame- :E::-ee,and3:::-andi·t1on': be able to do the show.

T.S.
Oh yeah? Who?

::;T.:,f]1.L:i:.-OUTS:DE?:STS'.:'ORE-DAY

Sleepi~g ki::ens -- :.~ewindow sudde~ly jolt :o li~s- eyes wide ---~-t'"Q,_.,_.,..,______,._,_'.... I

SILENT ::oldsa

JAY
(to kit.tens, ~.reriJ affec::ionateJ.y)
Look ac the little kitties! Look ac the baby kitcies!

Jay stares ac Silent Bob for a beat.

JAY
(whacking cigarette out of his hand)
Knock it off.

and 3rodie join them.

BRODIE
Look ac this guy. Ten bucks says he's tryi::gto figure out ~-1hichone he's gonna bury up to its neck and ::::un over with a lawn ~ower"
JAY
Brodie-man! Nitchy, noinch!
(seeingT.S.)
And holy shit! It's the mother-fucker thac strangled the Mayor and held a judge at knife-poinc!
T.S.
I got a musket tangled in my girl:::::iend'shair.
BRODIE
Ex-girlfriend.
T.S.
(staring at Silent Bob)
What's he doing?
JAY
Shit~ead here watched Empire and Jedi last week and ever since then he's been trying to do the Jedi Mind Trick. Thinks he can levitate shit with his thoughts, the crazy fuck.
(slapping cigarette out of Silent Bob's hand)
Knock it off!
BRODIE
(to Silent Bob)
Do, ~r do not. There is no try.
JAY
(pushing Silent Bob)
Don': talk to this bastard. He's got a heart of fucking stone. Ice-man won': talk to the kitties. I'm always ...
(banging hard on the glass)
...talking tothem and playing with them, but Silent Bob won't join in. He's a fuck:ng hard-ass.
BRODIE
Are :;ouguys busy today?
JAY
We're supposed to meet Tricia. She needs to ask Obi-Wan here something abo~: her video set-up.
BRODIE
Why ::.im?
JAY
Silent Bob's an electrical genius. He can set up a car with a kicker box usina a Walkman and two watch batteries. Motherfucker's like MacGuyver.
(smacking the cigarette out of Bob's hand again)
I said, knock it off!
BRODIE
It's funny you should mention that, because T.S. and I-

-:'. s . ~eave ~e o~t of ~~~s.

and I would :~ke :o propose a sort of c~oak and C~g~er ~ission t8 JV....._ :....e.,sabot:age.

JAY
(singing)
YEAHHE, 3000YYY! ::.::s:-EN.",LLY'ALL-- IT'S SABOTAGE! !
BRODIE
Shhhhh. Keep it down.
(in confidence)
You know about this aarneshow thina they"ve got going on-here today? 0e1:. we need ·,outo somehow di.sable the const=~c~~on of t~is s=age t~ey're ;:;.1ilC.i::.g.
JAY
:s that~=? Shit ~itc~, we were go~~g to do t~at anyway.
BRODIE
Really? Why?
JAY
Nothing better to do. Silent Bob ::iere stole a schematic of the stage :rom one of those carpenters.
(reaching into 3ob's jacket and pulling it out)
~e analyzed it and :ound a weakness just ::.ke the fucking ~each Star. Here. ~his cross bars. He f~gures -- you pull this out, the whole thing comes down.
BRODIE
So we can count on you to get the job done?
JAY
As soon as we figure a way around that fat-ass security guard they got watching the stage.

:CNT.:.L:l.LL(BY'.:'~ESTAGE)-DAY

A dumpy SECURI'.!'YGUARD pacesback and forth. he ;:,.c:-:sata wecigie.

BRODIE IO.S.) He poses a threat?

JAY (O.S.)
That dirty thing? Shit no! We just have to outwit him -- X-Men style.
23

INT. HALL (BY THE PET STORE) - DAY

BRODIE
Like Logan?
JAY
WOLVERINE! ! !SNIKT ! ! !
(throwing clenched fist in the air)
SNIIIIKKK.TTT! ! !
(does his makeshift Wolverine 1"oves)
BRODIE
(to T. S. )
He"s imitating Wolverine and his adarnantiurn claws.
T.S.
I would never have guessed.
BRODIE
You have your mission. Go forth and wreak havoc.
JAY
(banging the glass again)
'Bye, kitty-witties!
(to Silent Bob)
Damn, man. Show some heart!

Silent Bob looks at the kittens and casually makes the universal cat-summoning noise while scratching gingerly on the glass.

JAY
That's better.
(to T.S. and Brodie)
We're on the job.
BRODIE
I have to admit, I'm shocked you didn't try to dissuade them.
T.S.
I would have if I thought for a second they could actually pull it off.
BRODIE
Oh ye of little faith. Want a cookie?

-....,...., --·,I.'

"_-::.1:.:..amst.i2.:..staresat.t:1e2-Dpost.er.He isjoinedjya :'E..:...c::==RandsomeSI·!ALLC:EIL::•?..EN,

CHI:..D1 (to Teac:::er)

What s he doi~g?

TEACHER
(to children)
Well, if you stare at this poster for a few seconds, a hidden picture appears.

Can we do it? Hunnh? Please, Hrs. Catanzarite?

TEI>.CHER Alright. Go ahead. 3ut hurry -- :he Easter Bunny iswaiting.

The Children stare at the oicture. \·lilliarnrolls hiseyes, wai:ing :or :he inevitable.

CHILD 1
Wow! It's a schooner!

WIL:i:..IAM (smugly victorious) Ha-Ha-Ha! You dumb bastard! It's not a schooner, it's a sailboat!

CHILD 2
(to William)
A schooner is a sailboat, stupid-head!

~~1i1::..arn:....irr:s::::-edandthenexplodes.

WIL:.IAM You know what?! There is no Easter Bunny! Over there? Thac's just a guy in a suit!

The children stare at him, silently wide-eyed; almost in tears.

24

INT. HALL - COOKIE STAND - DAY

T.S. and Brodie pay for their cream-filled cookie sandwiches and head for a bench.

T.S.
But they're engaged.
BRODIE
Doesn't matter. It can't happen.
T.S.
Why not? You know it's bound to come up.
BRODIE
It's impossible. Lois could never have Superman's baby. Do you think her ) fallopian tubes could handle his sperm? . I guarantee he blows a load like a shotgun -- right through her back. And what about her womb? Do you think it's strong enough to carry his child?

They sit down and start eating their cookies. _,

T.S.
Sure, why not?
BRODIE
He's an alien, for Christ's sake. His Kryptonian biological makeup is enhanced by Earth's yellow sun. If Lois gets a tan, the kid could kick through her stomach. Only someone like Wonder Woman has a strong enough uterus

' to carry his kid. The only way he

could bang regular chicks is with a Kryptonite condom, but that would kill him.

T.S.
(looking at cookie)
What is it exactly?
BRODIE
(chewing, thinking)
Viscous sweetness. I can't really say for sure.
T.S.
(chewing)
Tastes like cream.
BRODIE
Yeah, but it's not light enough to be whipped cream, and it's definitely not a parfait or something. I"ve made some inquiries, but the staff maintains they have no idea. Although they seem like they're being evasive.
T.S.
Sometimes your abundance of free time frightens me.
BRODIE
Elaborate.

~.s. ,·/hogives a shit about:the coox:ies here? Nobody but: you. This preoccupation you have of staying breast ~ith current Food Court :rends is dist:urbing.

3RODIE The cookie stand is not part of the Food Cour::.

T.S.
What? Of course it is.
BRODIE
The Food Court: is uostairs; the cookie stand is downst:airs~ Christ, it's not:

► like we're talking quantum physics

here.

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".'.S.

t ".'hecookie standcount:sas an eatery.

Eateries are part of the food court .

BRODIE
Bullshit. The eateries that operat:e with the designated square upstairs qualify as Food Court. Anything outside of said designated square is considered an autonomous unit for mid- mall snacking.
(throwing out napkin)
I'll be right back.

Brodie hands him the Dixie cup and exits. After a beat, the Teacher from the previous scene ushers her pack of crying children past:T.S.

CHILD
(bawling)
He said it:was just a man in a suit!
TEACHER
Don't listen to that man! He just said that to be mean!

T.S. watches them pass. Then looks over his shoulder, thinks for a moment, and heads O.S.

25

INT. MALL - OUTSIDE BATHR.OOM- DAY

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Let go!

:N':'.SVENNING'SHOUSE - DAY

The ohone machine's still there, but :::uringthe message,a hand reaches into the FRAME and rests on a dial.

BRODIE (0. S. )
I'm trying to help you, :nan! Show some dignity!
T.S. (O.S.)
(over phone)
Brandi, listen; if you•:1 just give me ten minutes to talk to you, away from

t your father and away fr-omthis jerk...

T!:lehand turnsdown t::.evolume. We P.'\.NUP to seeSver,..ning ' I glaring at the machine. Over tis shoulder on the upstairs :.andingwe see Brandi enter :::ieFRAME.

BRANDI
(anxiously)
Was that T.S.?
SVENNING
Ricki Lake. Wanted you to come on her

I show.

Brandi is visibly deflated. I

SVENNING
Are you ready? There's a million things I have to do and! don't want to be late.

He cpens the front door, checks the kr:.ob,and exits. 3randi passes by the answering machine and stops. She looks at it for a beat, then goes to press 'playback.'

SVENNING
(from outside)
Brandi! Let's go!

She hurries out and closes the door.

26

INT. MALL - DAY

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';:.s. You K!10\•l~~:..:n?

BROD::::: I hooe his oancs cet:caught and a blooabat:h ensues.-

T.S.
First: you accost:~e, now you're wishing ill on innocent:s. What's with you today?
BRODIE
Don't get me wrong. I don't wish the kid harm. But his mother should suffer that: horrific ordealso she'll learn how t:omanage her child.
T.S.
Kind of a harsh lesson, don't you think?
BRODIE
There's not:a year goes by...not a vear ... when I don't read about:some escalator accident involving some bastard kid, that could have been easily avoided had some oarent:-- I don't care which -- but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect the escalator.
(spotting someone O.S.)
Wow. Look who it is.

TRICIA sits on a bench, marking uo her mini calendar. Brodie slaps it:out of her hands. She looks up and smiles.

TRICIA
Jerk.
BRODIE
Little Tricia Jones. What's a prett:y girl like you doicg sitting alone in the middle of this monument to consumerism?
TRICIA
(picking up her calendar)
Updating my calendar and wa.iting for Jay and Silent:Bob. And I suppose you're here with no agenda -- as per usual.
BRODIE
On the contrary -- I'm here for comics.
(to T. S.)
T.S. Quint -- Tricia Jones. They call her Trish the Dish.

TRICI.Z\. Nobody calls me that.

:'RIC!.A Don't :.~stento h~~- or:t.

3RODIE C: • you want to .....o,C:.0 here?

T.S.
Jesus, :::::odie!
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TRICI.:.. Randcr:i~ousegave me :·.venty::!::ousar:d, based on a t::eacr:-.er..::c.ndasamp:.e c:lap:.er.

T.S.
You·:-e~::.c..a:..::g!

3RODIE She':.:.bet::ie aut~== :.~ cackle t~e s~bject. ito:i::-icia) Whe~ a=e ::~eygoi~g :.opublish

TRICIA
.~fter::tyeighteenth bir::hday. ':'oa-:o.:.-::5. :he :egal and moral entanglemen::s.
BRODIE
So T=~cia sleeps with a bunch o::: as =esea=~~. and she ·.i:.deotapes them.
T.S.
You'=e k::.dd::..ng!

TRIC:.~. Igee eve:cybody'sconsent: beforewe do it. Most guys get off on it. Men are easily aniused.

T.S.
What were you writing in the calendar?

TRIC:A Iwas coding last:night's research.

BRODIE
(to T. S.)
She means sex.
T.S.
I know what she meant.
BRODIE
(looking O.S.)
Hey, that kid's back on the escalator?

T.S. shakes his head and turns to Tricia. 'I

T.S.
How old was last night's subject, if you don't mind me asking?
TRICIJI.
Twenty-five. It was the guy who runs that store 'Fashionable Male.'
BRODIE
You slept with that asshole? Why?
TRICIA
I needed a twency-five year-old. He has quite a distast:e foryou, I might add.
BRODIE
He mentioned me during sex?
TRICIA
Afterwards. He said he wants to kick your ass. I'd steer clear of him if I were you.
BRODIE
Did you videotape him saying that?
TRICIA
No, I shut the camera off after the sex. You should have heard the stuff he wanted to do.

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::.s. That's remarkable.

3?0DIE (sti:: :ooki~g O.S.) ~hat's c=~~inal. ~ey, :.hat ~~d1s 2a=~ on c~e esca:acor.

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What:does :::ac:near: good :1..:.ck·~•1ic:: the comic ~ook scc=e?

:'.s. Di~ you hea= =~at?

abouc :ny::::-eak-up?

It's not :~ke she's in an excl~sive club or a~y=~~cg.

'.'.'.s. Wha~ do ye~ mean?

3RODIE Sean Har:.2.e'sgivi~geveryone :.:::e inside sco:::p.

::"s. (stopp::.ng) \ 1Jha::.?t;Jha:.'shesa.ying?

BROD:E You know; !:owher father was making her do this aame show so you coulci.~•ttake her ::oFlorida.

They come to a halt.

T.S.
Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?
BRODIE
(looking O . S . )
Now what the hell is this shit?

:NT. MALL - OUTSIDE THE COMIC BOOK STORE - DAY

A common feeder line files a crowd of people outside the store. A sign ::-eads:

APPROXIMATE HOUR WAIT FROM T:i:ISPOINT,S?H

II T.S. and Brodie read the sign.

BRODIE
(in a panic)
One hour for what?!
(to FAN in line)
What's going on here?
FAN
What do you live in, a fucking cave? The Man is here.

The line moves, relocating the Fan.

T.S.
How'd Sean find this out?

Brodie jumps up and down, attempting to look over the crowd.

BRODIE
He's interning at K-REL, and he said he heard Svenning barking at his wife over the phone about it. Apparently he had a feeling you were going to pop the question.
(aloud to himself)
Who the fuck is 'the Man'?
T.S.
How could you not tell me this?!
BRODIE
If you're going to bug me about it for the rest of the day, I'll go home.

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3RODI:S ( to~"".".ployee: Hey, ~ha:: :.~ehell's ;=~~go~?

:·ar::edabout :'ake _ :..::.~leyou ::tall.

3RODI:S ~•lar:1ed'?:;hat:::ie you about?

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3RODIE (toO.S. Fan) :uck you, ?an-3oy!

T.S.
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::::!-!PLOYEE You go::=aask ~e cice:y.

BRODIE
Fuck t:::i.s.

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VOICE (O.S.) OH MY GOD!!! THERE'S A LITTLE BOY CAUGHT IN THE ESCALATOR!!!

The !-!allSecurityHan releases Brodie and rushes off toward the O.S. clamor.

FAN (0.S.)
Come back and arrest this fucking goon!
BRODIE
(to O.S. :an)
You'::-efucking next!
T.S.
(pulling Brodie away)
Come on, Brodie!
BRODIE
(struggling)
Not i.:.ntilIfind out why I can't get my comics!
T.S.
(toa GUY in the line)
Excuse me...
GUY
(cowering with his hands up)
Don't hit me!
T.S.
Why :.sthere a line?
GUY
Stan Lee is signing comics.
BRODIE
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Stan Lee?

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BRODIE
You know, that's what I don't get why the hell do you want to get married while you're still in college?
T.S.
I was just going to propose. The wedding wouldn't be till after we graduated.
BRODIE
Even so. Why get engaged? You're young, ::or God's sake! A place like college -- all that leg around campus you should be sowi:-.gyour wild oats.

T.S. ~ You don't spend the big bucks on a J higher education j•.:.stto rackup notches on your bed-post, Brodie. The·-_ validity of college lies in obtaining \ a degree. 1

BRODIE
The idea of sex without worrying about waking up your parents makes college ') valid for me.
(looking O. S. )
Now where the hell are these two going in such a hurry?

C"avand the furthe:c-bandacredSile::tBobrush into FRAHE and dive behind Brodie and T.S. The Security Guard speeds into and out of the FRAME in hot pursuit. Jay pops his head up.

JAY
He gone?
BRODIE
Halfway to Kaybee by now.

The pair come out of their hiding spots. Silent Bob leans on Jay for support.

T.S.
What the hell happened to him'?

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~he men stare at the O.S. horrcr.

BRODIE
Not a word. No wonder he hates me.
(quiecly)
Wait a secor.d. They're by the elevators.
(in charge)
T.S., Ineed you to run interference with the lug. Make some small talk with him or somecr.ing.
T.S.
I've never made small talk before in my life.
BRODIE
(collected; transfixed on O.S.; in charge)
Jusc talk abouc his score and ask abouc Spring Clearance. Mister Hooper -- wacch my cup.

Brodie hands Jay his Dixie cup and exits, followed by T.S. Jay looks ac Silent Bob. Silenc Bob shrugs. Jay spots something over Silent Bob's shoulder and reacts.

JAY
Shit! 'Bye!

Jay darts away. Silent Bob glances behind himself, freaks, and runs O.S. The Security Guard chases after him.

:NT. :•!ALL- IN FRONT OF THE ELEVATOR - DAY

The Dude straightens Rene's jacket. She half-smiles at him, then turns away, gazing off in another direction. He presses the elevator button again, just as T.S. steps up -- his back to Rene. T.S. is face-to-face with the Dude. The Dude looks at him.

T.S.
(pregnant pause)
You work in Fashionable Male, don't you?
DUDE
So?

T.S. stalls and looks O.S.

Brodie peers out from behind a bush. He waves T.S. on.

T.S. stumbles forward with the makeshift conversation.

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BRODIE
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BROD:::: Are you insane? ~he guy looks like a date rapist! (pause) Is t:iatmy jacket'?

RENE
Brodie, start ~:ieelevator.
BRODIE
Not until you tell me what the situation is with you and the Sperrninator out there. How long has this been going on?
RENE
Since I finally mustered the good sense to send you packing. He's a much more suitable companion than you any day.
BRODIE
Are you nuts? ~hat guy's pure testosterone! He's a walking iard-on, just looking for a hole.
RENE
I'm in need of testosterone, after a year of baby-sitting you and your comic book collection; I forgot what ::::ealmen were like.
BRODIE
What are you talking about? I'm as much man as he is.
RENE
Shannon has already taken me to lunch at ~he Cheese Haus, picked up tickets to the opera for tonight, and brought me shopping to stores I want to shop in.
BRODIE
I took you shopping every weekend!
RENE
You took me while YQ1lwent shopping, you jerk. Do you think I care what rat- hole store in that shit-pit you call the Dirt Mall has the latest Godzilla bootleg? Do you call having pizza in the same dive pizzeria every night 'eating out'? Do I give a shit what two major comic labels are crossing- over characters, selling two editions of the book with varied-ink chromium covers? I'm a girl, dammit!
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RENE
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~here's no :ibido to at~ack!

::RODIE (flabbe:cgasted) No !.ibicio:.::,"".! (gra:::::.ngher) Come here!

In a =:..t.o=passion, ::hey~ake-out, slowly descendi::g ::he flo-or.

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T.S.
Maybe she was getting off.
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INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

Brodie and Rene are doing just that.

37

INT. ,·!ALL-OUTSIDE T:-!EELEVATOR - DAY

The crowd grows larger still.

SHANNON
(looking at T.S.)
You know -- you look :amiliar.
T.S.
Can't be. I'm never at the mall ~uch.
SHANNON
No... it's not::romthe mall..,
(snapping his fingers)
You"re the guy on the news that kidnaped the President's daughter and threw her off a roof!

The crowd steps back slowly. T.S. shakes his head and locks eyes with a woman in the crowd.

T.S.
I got a musket tangled in my girlfriend's hair, for Christ's sake!
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INT. ELEVATOR

Rene fixes herself. Brodie sits on the floor, exhausted. Rene restarts the elevator.

BRODIE
There. That was passionate. Romantic.
RENE
No, Brodie. That was too little, too late.
BRODIE
Too little?
(lookingdown, then back up)
You said it was a good size.
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RENE
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T.S.
Right t:!"lere?!=~t~e elevator?!
BRODIE
I don't know what:came o0.re:cme. She challenged my l::.bido.I ::eltobliga=e:: to defend ~ysel: agai~s~ ~er accusations.
T.S.
Oh, .:_:.1S!10t.:..:.keyou or anyth.:.D.g,

BRODI;:'. Not in the least. :·~ over her.

T.S.
(staring at him)
Holy shit. You sincerely love that girl.
BRODIE
You're clueless.
T.S.
No. No, I'm right. I've never noticed it before, but she really fuels your engine. You have a gl.ow.
BRODIE
I don't have a glow.
T.S.
You do. You'::--eglowing.
BRODIE
If I have any kind of glow, it's because I just got laid. I'd look the same if I'd just banged anyone in that elevator, present company excluded.
T.S.
Deny it all you want, but you're just too proud to admit that you want her back.
BRODIE
I suddenly want something very bad to happen to you.

Hands :..andonT. S. 'sshoulders. !nscincc.:.7ely,:leth:::-ot,,,rshis elbow back, and turns to defend himself.

GWEN is doubled over, holding her stomach. T.S. 'seyes b~g. He puts his hand on her back for support.

T.S.
Oh Jesus ! Gwen, I'm sorry, I didn' t ...

Gwen -- fists clenched together -- delivers a double uppercut to T.S. 's crotch. T.S. doubles over, breathless.

BRODIE
(all smiles)
See? This is what you get for fucking with me. Hi, Gwen! He didn' t really mean to hit you.

Gwen :eans on Brodie. T.S. leans against the wall.

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T.S.
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GWEN
I know. : heard.
T.S.
now?!
SWEN
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T.S.
,pause) ~'Jai::asecond.

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SVENNING
Is it ai::all possible foryou to finish that one bracket before we si::ari:: taping?! Or are you trying to get on camera? :s c:hatit?! We'll go on with the show and you can stay right where you are, wrenching that thing into place.

T.S. si::andsbehind Svenning. Svenning turns around, sees T.S. and startles.

SVENNING
Quint, you no-account career-wrecker! Didn't you pass out:of my life forever?
(starc:smoving, ::allowed closely by T. S. )
I thought after ::hismorning's t:T,;ar::ed attempt at a reconciliation with my daughter, you'd give up the ghost.
T.S.
Where is she?
SVENNING
You're out of her life now, thank God. Stay out of her business. And mine.
T.S.
You made her dump me, and now you're going to auction her off in an effort to further your career!
SVENNING
Not that it's any of your concern, but Brandi volunteered to be involved with Match Date to help me out of jam like any good daughter would.
T.S.
So you admit that you're behind our break-up?
SVENNING
Admit it? I'm as proud of it as I am of this game show! Now be a good little idiot and leave me alone so I can do my job.
(toO. S.)
Guard.

Another MALL SECURITY MAN joins them.

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T.S .
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GWEN
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T.S.
:::•mpreocc-..:pied.
GWEN
T.S., she ::oldyou she's just: doing as a favor :.oter ~at~e::.
T.S.
Regard.less.
GWEN
=t•s not like she'll fuck the guy on Public Access.
T.S.
She might as well.
GWEN
You're over-reacting again. That's why your relationships fail -- certainly why ours did. You got bent out of shaoe the same way over that costume pari:y,when we were in high school.
T.S.
You got drunk and screwed Rick Derris on the pool table! With everyone watching no less.
GWEN
:twas a costume party, T.S. Nobody could tell it was me. 3esides -- who else but you remembers shit like that?
BRODIE
(popping in wearing some underwear)
I would've been a sexy chick. Well, I~ don't know about sexy, but I really I would have known how to wear underwear. 1, l__..,, GWEN Brodie, do you remember the costume party?
BRODIE
The one where you banged Rick Derris on ::hepool table?
T.S.
(to Gwen)
Nobody remembers shit like that?
GWEN
How is it that you recall the most trivial evens?
BRODIE
I'll never forget it. It was the only time I ever saw Darth Vader fuck a gorilla. How much longer are we going to be in here? I'm starting to get hard.
GWEN
Tell me about the Rene break-up.

?ah!

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GWEN
~ene seems so coarse. :o dace :le=-anyv1ay?
BRODIE
::ave:/ou e~..re::-slept someboCy?
GWEN
Of c::u=se.
BRODIE
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GWEN
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T.S.
It's called spooning.
BRODIE
But you have to put that other arm somewhere, and usually it's in this awkward :::peof position. You can either lay on it, or hang it in the 1 lifeless, :.mcomfortable fashionbetween your bodies. The oniy other option is to stretc:::it above your head. But my arm pops out of the socket when I'm sleeping:£ it's in that position. So I was constantly searching for someplace to keep my arm, and lay close to her at the same time.

Gwen and T.S. stare at him for beat, waiting for more.

GWEN
(expeccam:ly)
And... ?
BRODIE
(tak:ng off underwear)

Well that's kind of like a metaohor, for ' our whole relationship. (looking into Dixie cup) I'm all out. I'll meet you at the Food Court.

Brodie exits. T.S. and Gwen stare after him. A SNIFFLE is heard, and the two turn :o see the Saleslady in tears. She manages an embarrassed smile.

SALESLADY
I know exactly how he feels.
(bit:::gher li.p)
Excuse me."

She rushes off, crying.

42

INT. :1ALL- FOOD COURT

Brodie saunters uo to the counter of a fast food joint:.and offers the ATTENDANT his Dixie cup.

BRODIE
(ta Attendant)
Fill this with Pepsi. And no ice.

He taps the counter playfully. Out of nowhere, Shannon steps up and stands beside him. Brodie slowly stops tapping as he notices his new company.

BRODIE
Want a sip of my soda?

"'he'"'~r '.,..:-~..so~en~na·-::.,......'"',..:;.:e.--,,-~--.-.;;;;wal' : .--0 '·-:-'·.:,'··.=·.---:--.."'':--:"--------,.. :ol ..:·,.,sa::::s.;.a..rns:.::ecoor.::er!:..::::.::::e!;:.:':-leyaz:-e~ of l:ack ac::::ess!':all·day,i:Jeh:.:1d-;..,.o.:::------oc,Shannen::-e: coat: =:.nd;:::..:._~c!'";.es3::-ocii.ei::t:J.egut.

SF.A.t.'JNO:-J cma~~-==s o.v-~ov~-.;;-~ -··-....,--;--~-.-.,-----··-· {punc:::.:ig:::.:naga:.::; Do you k...'""lowwho:::arn?

BRODIE
(weakly)
A deeply -0c=n~~..,re~a:._~anage1:?

S:i.:..NNO" Rene ~s wit.~~e =~w; ~-=~got that.? So don': :Jes~i::::::.::ga::c:.::::::':eranymore, like ,;au:=i.ed:c do~~=~ :~at elevate= shit: (punching again)

BRODIE
I'd call it:more ::han=-, --·ng...
SHANNON
What:·.vas::hat:?!
BRODIE
My neck -- I think i::'s s::i==ening:ron this 1:.::.2.eworkout.-:::...·ou::-s.
SHANNON
I've got ::womore t:hin;s:o t:ellyou. One -- I don't like ye~. _ see you every week in this mal::.. - don't like shif:..2.esslavabout.s,·:."ou':-eoneof those fucking mallrat:s: :,oudon'::come to t:hemall t:oshopor ~ork. You hang out and act likeyou =~eking live here. Well, I have no respec::=or people wit:h no shopping agendas. -.
BRODIE
Is this what's known c.s:7:::ic:.:.vated salesmanship?
SHANNON
(punching him agai~ Rene t:oldme t:oleave·:=~ but 1 fucking clueless~ she s (more)
SHANNON (Cont'd)
The newly single always feel a bit protective of the ex-boyfriend.
BRODIE
If this is her idea of protective, I'd hate to have her mad at me.
SHANNON
(punching him yet again)
You see, Bruce -- I like to pick up girls on the rebound from a disappointing relationship. ~hey're much more in need of solace, and they're fairly open to suggestion. And I use that to fuck them someplace very unpleasant.
BRODIE
What, like a dumpster?
SHANNON
No, like somewhere girls dread.

Suddenly realizing what he's talking about, Brodie goes wide- eyed. He valiantly tries to take a swing at Shannon. He misses, and Shannon slams him hard.

SHANNON
Is it because it's a challenge? Is it because it's taboo? Is it because I like to have them differently than they've ever been had before? I don't know.
BRODIE
This sounds like a aiscussion much more suited to an extended professional counseling session. I'll go get a therapist for you...

Brodie moves to leave but is halted by a kick to the stomach. He collapses to the ground.

SHANNON
The only one going to be needing a doctor here is yourself, my f:::iend. Now my suggestion to you is to forget you ever dated Rene. Until I get what it is I'm looking for in this latest dalliance, I better not see you within ten city blocks of her --or I will really do some damage, smart-ass.
(lifting Brodie's chin)
Are we clear?

3RO::::c: (wea.~:.:.::/)

Not oad. '":ou':::-e:.ear:1.i::g, (pu~:i:1gc::~is coat) -,_ glad ~e had =~is lit::.~e=~at. :-eme!r'.Der.:.:.whe~:':nfucki::;~:·our '. - . . g:r.::·.:..=r::..ena. (pat::ing:c.irnonhead ar.d turr::.:ig::.oleave,Out stops) Oh, ::-.yst.ore'shavi:iga sale::ext weekend" ::ome 'byand -',, g:.,.reyou_ nice deal :Jna suit:.

~e ~=ushes b~mcc1 =:Jffand heads back ~~=o~gh ~~e ice=.

Brodie

:ays o~ =~e g=8u::i.~rea::.~icg~eav::..~y-

-....M"I

3wen swi::;s::.er

s:lc;:pir:.gbag.

T.S.
Did ·,•1eeverget along?
GWEN
Once or t·.-:ice.
T.S.
Ther.how come we dated as lo:-igas,;e die.?
GWEN
You ::ad::able. :·1her1::iyparer.tsgot caC::.e,wb!:"oke'..:.p,Soare::':JUgoi::g stay for :he show?
T.S.
Absclutelv not. As soon as ::ecomes back, we 1 ':-eleavir:g.
GWEN
Whe:::-e'syoursense of chival:::-:r,T.S. Qui:::?
(looking O. S. )
Is t::at3:::-odie?

3rodie sits on t~e around beside a water ~ouncai::. ~ay and Silent Bob listen :o his tale. Brodie holds a rag to ::isnose.

JAY
You're fucxina kidding! ':'he::aster Bur.::ydi.dthat?!
BRODIE
Can you believe i::? .::.11Isaiawas that the E.asi::erBunnyat:theMenlo ?ark Mall was more convincing, and he just: jumped the railing and knocked me down.
JAY
He's fucking dead.
BRODIE
Ah, let it go. He's under a lot of pressure.

T.S. and Gwen join them. They're taken aback by Brodie's condition.

T.S.
What the hell happened to you?!
JAY
The guy in.::heEast:er3unny suit kicked his ass.
BRODIE
I had it:coming.
JAY
Fuck that. We'll see you guys lat:er.
(to Silent Bob)
Come on, Silent:Bob.

They st:ormoff angrily.

T.S.
What really happened?
BRODIE
The proprietor of 'Fashionable Male' beat:a raincheck int:omy st:omach.
GWEN
Shannon Hamilton?
T.S.
You know that guy?
GWEN
I went: out with him after we dated. He tried to screw me somewhere very unpleasant: once.
T.S.
What, like a dumpst:er?
BRODIE
Sounds like his M.O.

3?.OC:E

43

:1.MISTIL2.GLO·WIR:;?

T.S.
(also ::elpi::g: You 1=e barely brea=~~~;. :vasRene ' . .., 1.nvo.Lvea.

3RODIE No, ~his was an ~~iene~dent:act a: aggression. He t::.d-:net:hathis intentions are to ;ene:.:::-a.t:emyex- girl==iend ~n ~ha~ ~as: ~otorious o: body cavities.

G,iEN Sou~ds ~~st :~ke ~:~.

T.S.
You'7e go=ta tell ~enei
BRODIE
J..h,2.et=:imdo wha:.e"{.re::-::hehellhe

wants. !f she s ~~t s~art enouah to see him for what ::eis. then sh~ dese:cves the discc~fort. I, on the other hand, have ::a.d:-.:st:about all::h.e discomfort: can stand =or one day.

GWEN
Oh shit, :·m late! : '·,egotta go.

'::.s. You':::-ej~stgoing-~ :eave us, ~it~-·= ~~ h~s co~d~~~on?

GWEN
I've aotta solit.
(to 3rociie)
Will you be okay, 3rodie?
BRODIE
Couple p1.nsin the ::J.p,:•11be good as new.
GWEN
(kissing him)
That' smy boy. ' 3ye.g·~ys. Be good.

She :.ea•:es.

BRODIE
Women. .:..lwayslea•I:.r.g::ouwhen you'·,ce j~st had :~e c=ap ~~ekedout: of you.
T.S.
You going to be alrioht? I've gotta hit the bathroom.
BRODIE
Please... don'tsay 'hit.'
44

INT. MALL - "'.:3EEASTERBUNNYC3AIR - DAY

The EASTER 3L'NNY talks to a small GIRL on his lap. A line of children wai: for their turn.

BUNNY
Okay. Look for that candy tomorrow. And be good.
GIRL
'Bye-bye, Easter Bunny.

Jay and Sile!"'~:.Eobpushthroughthe mothers and c~::ildrenin1.:_.:;.e and head straight to the Bunny as the little girl jumps orr his lap. Silenc 3ob picks up the girl and places her to the side.

BUNNY
(toJay)
You have to wait in line, guys.
JAY
This is for Brodie!

Jay gut-punches the Bunny. Silent Bob puts the Bunny in a full- nelson. Jay starts ounching him. The children begin to assail Jay and Sile~.cBob.

45

INT. HALL - 3ACKSTAGE PREP ROOM - DAY

Brandi :::emovessome clothes f:::omagarment bag and hangs them up. The taro that encloses these quarters lifts slightly from the side. Gwen enters.

GWEN
He's here.
BRANDI
What?!
GWEN
Him and Brodie. Don't sweat it though. He's leaving.
BRANDI
(a little disappointed)
Oh.

·tJno.1.e:.:::.::g.

(resuming hangi::g clothes) Maybe because we'=e real:y b=oken for good this ti:ne.

GWEN
You know, : remerr.ber·.,hen'::'. S.and_ broke un. : was okay wit.:'.i-c.unci2.:-'.e started dating you.
BRANDI
A little jealousy residue"
GWEN
I thought so at ::.rsc. =ea~~=ed ~=was =ore c~a~ :~at. ~hen - ' " . . .., .. .l.sawr:owr:.ewas ··.•n..t::you,ana::.ow·.ve.J.._ you :·t10complemented each other, ::.t":li:: me thac T.S. was a real:y great cacc~.

But you were always cheac::.:1gonhim.

GWEN
Capricious youth. ~oesn': mean_ wasn't regretful about it.
(beat)
Hey -- I'm not going to cram some deep insight down your :hroat regarding your love life. But the really good guys are :ew and :ar between. :n :ace, I haven·~ mec one since T.S. ~..ndeven·- : do meec =~e, : guarantee :1 :l~se T.S. as the basis :or cc::mparison.
BRANDI
Iin denial) Well you ca.'1.haven:.m, you ·.-,ant:::.m.
GWEN
Belie·veme, I might consiaer ::::-yi:1.g... he wasn't so hung up on you.

3=and~ s atten:::.onsnapsto Gwen. Gwen shrugs.

GWEN
I've ao~ta get home. Have a good show, Brandi.

Gwer:exits. Brandi ·,,atcheshergo and s:.ghs.

:NT. :1ALL - OUTSIDE BATHRC'J:1-"CAY

Brodie leans outside the cathrocm door, holding his ~ixie cup and eating chocolate-covered pretzels. T.S. emerges, tucking in his shirt. Immediately, they start walking.

BRODIE
(offering him bag)
Chocolate-covered pretzel?

T.S. takes the bag.

BRODIE
I just saw Svenning by the stage area.
T.S.
Think I should t:::-'/to talk tohim again?
(eating a pretzel)
These are melting.
BRODIE
Don't be such a critic.
T.S.
Maybe he's calmed down enough for me to reason with him.
BRODIE
Reason, shmeason. You should go give him shit.
T.S.
Are you kidding? :•m trying to marry his daughter.
BRODIE
Alright, so you can't scream at him. What are you going to do instead?
T.S.
Kow-tow. Be a total sycophant. It sickens me, but I have to win him over if I expect to get her back.
BRODIE
There's a way you can kow-tow, yet still spit in his face, so to speak.
T.S.
How's that?
BRODIE
You stink palm him.
T.S.
Stink palm?

3ROD:::: ~ake /?Ur ~and. a~c s~~=k -- ~n you= ass..._,2.ke::::.is. (sho·.__,~.::_ng:land:::::t..·m::ack of ::ant:s) YouIve be-en•,..;alkir:.galljay,andyou1::-e

also nervous -- so ~/OU2.2.no doubt ".::e sweaty as ":-:ell..

T.S.
You should see yourself right: now -- a grown man with h:.s::::anddown hispanes.
BRODIE
I probably look like my father.
(pulling hand cut:o: pan::s)
':'here.Now, you shake :-lands witht.::.e guy.
(excending hand ::oT.S.)
··~ey,~is=e~ Sven~~=g. ~ow've you been?*'
T.S.
(refusing hand)
What:'sthe point:?
BRODIE
You know how long -- takes for that smell to come off? Scrub all you like; it1 ll stickaround ~or at least two days. And how does he explain it to his colleagues and family? They'll think he doesn't know how to wioe properly. -
T.S.
:1eanwhilevou vourself are ::..eftwit!:a hand that Smells l~ke shit.
BRODIE
Small price to pay for ::hesmiting of one's enemies.
T.S.
I'm not crazv about:the guy, but I don't hate him that:much.
(looking O.S.)
Oh shit, ::herehe is now.
(toBrodie)
I should do this alone. You do underst:and, right?
BRODIE
Of course.
T.S.
(handing him bag)
Stay here.

T.S. walks briskly away. Brodie pulls a pretzel out of the bag with his teeth and chews contemplatively. He sniffs his hand, gets an idea, and then exits.

Svenning talks with two NETWORK EXECS.

SVENNING
I assure you, tonight's program will go off without a hitch.

EXEC l I sincerely hope so, for your sake, Jared. It took a whole lot of convincing to get Bentley here to show after that business the other night.

EXEC 2
If there's anything even remotely resembling that kind of trouble, you can prepare to be busy six nights a week hosting the Lotto drawing on Public Access for the rest of your career.
SVENNING
(nervous twitter)
Oh.•• yes,well...Ican assure you everything's under control here.

A loud CR.ASHis heard. The Execs shake their heads and walk off. T.S. enters.

SVENNING
(to O. S. Execs)
Nothing to worry about. ,Tust a sound test. I'll see you back here around show time.
T.S.
Mister Svenning. Iwas wondering if I might have a word with you.
SVENNING
(glaring)
You're still here? I thought you'd be gone already, trying to kill someone else.
T.S.
Just a few minutes of your time.

~hateve= :~at:c=et:.=d=opped ~sn': oroke:r:.

7:::_:_ssist:ant:::odsa::.d'::eadsO.S. s=~;e ~=ea, ~ith T.S. ~ol:cwing.

SVENNING
Talk ::2.st:.
T.S.
I knov;JOU ·,.;erecaught'-:1?l.:lt::.e::-:o:ner:.:. t:.heo-:::.e=:::.g:-.c,but:::.g-...:::-ed:::::.e benef:.:of ~~~dsight ~ould clear ~p this ~:.sunders=andi=g.
SVENNING
Quin::,_-_owc=:.nI::i.ake.___,~.::,simD:.e enoug~ ~or ·.-~u-:ounders-:a~d?-:~ere ··•as~~,v-·-···----,~u;~........0___T=-ana·"al.,.~..._.?ou-~"s-....,....,l.,....-e a gra:::::::i.at·,muldhaveer:abled::ier.::i make r.'::eleap intosyndicar.ion-viable progra..--:-.:::ing.NowI'm forcedto peddle this s'::owcothe network and bea ::or~ job. "!au jeopardized:ny career~ ::ow I'm r~i::ingyour love-li::e.
T.S.
(the show-stopper)
I'm gci::gco ask your daughter :o mar~; me.

SVE.:.'JNING Is.::oppingdead;s low.i.y ::.irns) Quint:,: accept the ::ac1:.::lat:/ou1-,te:::: doubt:::.:eked:nydaughter. You r:.-:o·,.;ere dating long enough ::or you .::oslime your ·,,;ayintoherpanties, and :·:ns;..:::-e you pr::iablypenetrat:ed her once or twice :.::my house,while I ·,ias'::o:ne. I can accent::his for two reasons: one we all ::iak~::iist:akes,and::uckingyou is one ~f Brandi's only er::-ors~~an other,,.,":.sef2.awlesscareer;andt~.-:o, because you couldn't have been very good -- she did not:, after all, balk~- my insist:enceco drop you. And belie0ce me, she'd have fought me r.oot:h-and-na:.:. if you ·.-1ereany good in bed. ,·/omenare like ~~at, son. ! can accept all :~is. not hap:;:,ily,but"Jnderstandingly. (more)

:JI?-T'.!..:U.L-THE300TLSGKIOSK

~~a= E~rrounds iim with dis~asce.

T.S.
I never ::ould:::igureout.•.,;hat~/2'..lsaw in this place.
BRODIE
Good buys, great people. earthy aromas.
(to someone O.S.} Hey, Walt!

VOICE (0. S. } Brodie!

I

BRODIE

I (to T.S.}

They know me here.

Ear:8..ingmoneyto \7ENDOR.

T.S.
I wouldn't be too proud of that.
BRODIE
(regarding nearby pile of tapes} What are all of these?
PROPRIETOR
Copies of the coverage of that ~~y who ooened fire on the Senate and iced the Governor. They're selling like crazy.
BRODIE
(shaking his tape} If I can't read the subtitles c~ this I'm bringing it back.

Brodie joins T.S. wandering amidst the detrit-..:.s.

BRODIE
(holding tape aloft} "Destroy All Monsters." Vintage Godzilla. Even has his son in it.
T.S.
(uninterested} Godzookie.
BRODIE
Migna! The cartoon baby Godzil:.awas called Gadzookie; in the movies ::ewas called Migna.

Who ca:!:-es.

3ROD:::: You'=e still chinking about Svenning, aren't you? ·{ouwish you had told him off or something.

T.S.
Or convinced him he was wrong.
BRODIE
What haooened to you, man? I remember- you used-to be a stand-up kind of guy. Didn't you punch ?JTiandaGrass'smother- after-she called you low-class?
T.S.
That wasn ' tme,::hat"/Jasyou.

BROD:::: (recai::.ing1 Oh yeah.

T.S.
And it wasn't her mother, it was her grandmother-.

I

BRODIE

I No wonder she went down so fast.

T.S.
Which just illustrates further that: have never-been much of a stand-up guy in any situation outside of my spher-e of control. You, on the other hand, have always had this penchant toward bravado, r-egardlessof the oppressor, ::henu.mber-s,orbarriers of age.
BRODIE
Meaning?
T.S.
Meaning you'd beat up somebody's grandmother, or an ent~re senior citizen's community for that matter, you believed in the principle.
BRODIE
Yeah, but only if they were really old.

:·!av:Oe''.,;asdel~.Ced..:!aybeyou-.-..re~e .....~-••...T"I.•--i~·-~--~.:;- -·....;-,,... __gn~.....n1:=:--.:0:1~a--------~.___.::?n:e·-----------= scupia J.:.xet.~ega."T:.es::owc::t.:..La.::::::::..::; 3rancii'sfeeli~gs ~== ~e. ::~enshe - wasn1 t~ully inco ::..::::..~c~e~::..=sc place.

BRODIE
You1 regoing to liscen ::ome?! To something I said?! uesus, man haven't I made ic abur.danclyclear durir:gt:-ietenure of our ::::;"iendshio ::hatI don't know shit? Host of tSe cime, I'm talking om: -:-c.y ass...or s:icking my f~ngers :~ i~.
T.S.
Someti~es, yes. 3uc c~ occasion you :ec a nugget. of t=~ct slip out t~at accually makes some sense. : think ::hissituation is cr:e== ::hosecimes.
BRODIE
I'm celL:.ng you, :orgec ·,1hatIsaid!

I'm clueless! Don : th=ow in the towel on this. Give her :ime. She'll gee over it. Girls are ~~azingly resilient, man. Like :'..ateyAnde::s.

T.S.
The girl who transferred out, junior year?
BRODIE
Yeah. Do you know why she t:::;"ansfe::red?
T.S.
~idn 1: she go co a Cat~ol::..cschool?
BRODIE
That •,.;asthe reasonon paper. The real reason comes out of chis dace we had.
T.S.
You went out with he::?
BRODIE
Just once. And somehow -- maybe it was my tender approach, maybe it was my shameless begging -- somehow, she agreed to go down on me. So she's rogering me roundly, and out of nowhere, I let one go.
T.S.
(beat)
Define 'that. '
T.S.
Jh, Jou're kidding!
BRODIE
Swear :::iGod,
T.S.
Whac possessed you?
BRODIE
Some wicked chili. She was mort.i::ied. It's tears all the wav home. Needless to say, she doesn't flnish either, but that's cool_,I understand.
T.S.
'lerJ;;oodof you.
BRODIE
So ::~atnighc, she's all bawling, talking about how she wants to kill hersel:, asking God to take her life. Apparencly, she'd had a pretty bad day, and ~y ~ntimely release was the scraw thac broke the camel's back.
T.S.
There was a reason you're telling me this...?
BRODIE
Paine is, that night, it seemed like I'd had chis life-lasting, adverse effect.:inthis girl. Oh, she swore she·~ ~ever aet over ~t. 3ut she did::':kill herself, she wenc on co date at.hers,and that just proves my pain: ::hatgirls get over things.
T.S.
Forgec::ingone minor point.
BRODIE
~:1hac'st:hat?
T.S.
The part where she became a lesbian.

T.S. walks away, :eaving Brodie standing mid-aisle, alone.

BRODIE
(beac)
You ::hinkI had something to do with ::hat?

at.some ,:::;------o....-. s:.a.r:=.. ---------

3ROW:~ Hey, man, : kI1ow>Jnat:".•/illc:l.eer:/ou up: sage-::.kea-:ivi::e.

T.S.
From you? : don':.~~inK so.

BROD:::E Not f:::-omme- -f:::-omIvar-'lah.

T.S.
Who ' sIvam:ah?

IN':.:JIR'!':1A.LL-THEPSYCEIC ::OOTE- VAY

:~lA.i.~,;_:.,...-q:-'JP!..ESS?SYC:::::::.~1"::;::::.:~JG,?OR7.'liN1: CHES:':C:D?ALH?.""ADINGS

stares at it, then at E=odie.

T.S.
You've gotta be kidd::.ngme.

BRODI:C: Is that ingenuity or what?

T.S.
What does palm-read::.nghaveto do with being topless?
BRODIE
Hell, man, :.==akes ~~e ~ews eas~e~ take. She could ::ell::ie:::wasaoir:c·::: die in ten minutes, so long as she ~c:d me topless.
T.S.
Your maleness amazes me sometimes.
BRODIE
What can: say? - love t::.ts.
T.S.
What kind of people patronize this service?

BROD:::E People like us.

T.S.
(beat)
You're not suggest::.r:gyouand:::_

Corne on. Jon·: oe sucn a damn ::"i...indamer:::.al.:..s::,

'.'.'.s' I Ive reached :ny:..:Jwesctoday..This is where I draw tb.e:..:.ne.

BRODIE
(pulling back the veil)
You know, you used to like tits too.
T.S.
(headina i:1side)
Hey, I love tits as much as the next guy, but why would I want to pay some old hag good money for some supernatural chicanery, coupled with sagging, ·,:rinkled,weathered boobs?

:VAL'\JN;..Hsitsatthet:,picalpalr..-reading set-up;corn::,chairfor :he reader, :.·,:okitchenchairs :or the customers, c:::--;s::alball. She is covergirl gorgeous. She 'meditates,' eyes closed.

Brodie stares and smiles. He elbows T.S. slightly.

IVANNAH
(opening her eyes)
You've come for a glimpse at your future?
BRODIE
Amongst o~her ~~i~gs.

:'JANNAE (reciting) Talents like those I possess are not to be taken lightly. If you have a hear: condition, suffer from nervous nausea, or have a family history of stress- induced breakdowns, Empire Entertainment recommends you do not partake in the fortune-telling activities contained within. (more oersonal) You guys s~:.~--11in.''

BRODIE
We're both healthy and strapping young men.
IVANNAH
That' 11 be fifty-seven eighty, gratui::: is optional.
46

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:1.s. (bewi:..de:cedl What?

T.S.
(bewildered d~scrus~l You want me to pay :;r it?!
BRODIE
I'm broke. I'll pay you back.
T.S.
(digging through :;::ccke:)

Tcan t believe you. : don 'teven ·.:ant

47

;..,.

toao t ..:i.s.

3RODIE You·:! :~ank me late~.

:lands:~..-annah::lemoney. She pockei:.s.:.t.

IVANNAR
Alright, gentlemen, ::ceeyour minds.

I

BRODIE

t (to T. S. )

I'd like to freesome:h'ng.

IVANNAR
(eyes closed)
I sense...acrravedistu=bance betwee~ you both, •i...,.d;r-~'cu1•y....--_1.,.-.L'ne~~ec•'-c--............_....~ resolution to a proi:lerr.."'something :lard...
BRODIE
(indicating his crotch to T. S.)

:rn convinced. She's got t~e gift,

T.S.
(to Brodie)
Try to contain yourself.
(to Ivannah)
Look, miss, I appreciate the effort, and I'm sure vou're very good at what you do, but you can skip the theatrics. My shallow friend here isn't so much interested in his future, i::you know what I mean,

:-.1'Al'ti,JAE (out.~i c~arac~er) :-::.ac'~a:-elie£. "2:alwayswork ......0r-...;::::.,.... ....,,_,_---- ·.•1her::::c:c't:::iavet:osayt:hings'~ c!1aract:e!:',

3RODIE (transfixed) ·,oudon'::::ave to say anything at:all...

IVANNAH
You oaia. I should tell you something. ?.ndln order to do that, I've got::o work u:1fet.t.ered.

She removes her blouse, revealing a bare chest:. Her right breast has t~o ~ipples. '!'.S.and Brodie gawk, shocked.

IVANNAH
~ can definit:ely sense the problem here: girl :rouble. Apparently you're both en ::heouts with your respec::ive stead:.es.

'.'.'.S.isamazed a.ndin::rigued,but Brodie is reoulsea ov the :hird nipple. He turns away, glimpsing only occasionally from behi!1dhis hand.

T.S.
That's amazing.
BRODIE
That's disgusting.
IVANNAH
You both feel the pangs of loss, but only one of you makes it vocal. ~he othe!:'su::erssilently.
T.S.
My God, you're right!
BRODIE
(gett:ingup)
We have to get going...

'!'.s . (pulling him back; to Ivannah) How can :::iisbe resolved?

IVANNAH
I wou~a say combine your efforts. You both have strong auras. Two strong auras produce positive results.
BRODIE
I feel nauseous.

:-.r;..NIJ;.Ji

..:rou12.beat-::::eacids,:/es., wrlac: see.

3RODI;c; Let me tell you what_ see...

T.S.
(interr::pting)
That's gree.::.

3RODIE I don't buv her ·cower. (test:~ngheri When1 smy D~rt~day?

48

-.

3etween :.:-.e::.:::-sc

mJ........C (poking Srodie) Did you hear that?

BRODIE
Very haunt:i.ng.Let's go.
T.S.
(to Ivannah)
Why are you stuck here in the di:-:: mall? You should be in an uosca2.e commercial set:tina. You'd rake t:::e cash wit:hyour kind of accuracy.

:Vil.NNAH Believe i::er cot, a lee of people frown on t8nless forc~r-e-~el~~~cr. ~..nd

unfortunately, it s the only waY : m effective.

T.S.
Really?

VANNAH Sure. Well, it's the c:::irdnipplec::ac does it.

T.S.
(feigning ignorance/ Oh...you havea third ni;;:rp2.e?
BRODIE
What are you talking 1 about? It s clea~ as day! Look at it, for God's sake!

_-·'Jr...;.'1.,<r-"'l......."T"....•• You can s=are a=--. I don't mind. Unde~s~andi~g :s reac~ed only after con::ro::1t:a~ion,

Some=r:.ingsuddenly dawns on T_S, He nods slowly. rte:ears into ~is ;:i:::::::ket.andpul2.soutaten,shoving itin Ivannah's :land ·,vhile;ei:::.:..ngup.

T.S.
Miss Ivannah, I can't tell you how informative you've been. Thank you.
(shakino her hand)
Thank vou. Don't ever lose that nipple~

He ~....:..:.:::k.lvexits.Brodie sheepishly follows,but pauses atthe door. -

BRODIE
(beat:)
Do you r:.ave...
IVANNAH
...Anyocher ext:::-abody parts?No.
BRODIE
Just curious.
IVANNAH
(flirtatious)
But you could doublecheck me, just to be sure, if you'd like...

Brod::.e·sprejudice suddenly disappears, replaced by :.n=:::-:.gue.

BRODIE
Real:y...?

T,s_·- iand :::-eachesthroughthe veil and yanks Brodie out:.

T.S. (0. S.)
Corneon!

Thev d::.sappear. Ivannah pulls the third nipple off. Apparently it's ::ake.

IVANNAH
Works every time.

She pops-~ in her mouth and starts chewing.

49

EXT..'.-L!..LL-P.L\.RKINGLOT-DUSK

The s:a=:.onwagon SCREECHES into a spot. T.S. leaps o:..:::., followed by Brodie.

(try:..::gcoca.t.c:: '!8U'::-ego:_r:g::o

T.S.
(resol,;-ed)
:·m going to get :::.a:;-ameshow.

3RODIE No chance! Svenning•l: have you arrested f~rst; you ~ea~d him.

T.S.

He can t touch me once the c~ing I sta::t:s.It s a live feed. =:ecouJ_c::_J.':. risk losing face in front of the network people.

BRODIE
Can': ~appen, nan -- =·~ tell~~g you.
T.S.
:1 mgoing to make~- ha~pen. Understanding is reachea only after confrontation -- that's what Miss Ivannah said. Brandi ....,illresoondto confrontation. -

A P.".SSERBYscopsthem.

PASSERBY
Hey, man, didn't I see you on CNN ...

T.S. chrows an uppercut, knocking :he guy out. Brodie stares on, shocked, as T.S. marches forward.

T.S, (not missing a beat) i'.nd·..;hatthehell:'..syour:;::roblem? You're supposed to be the impetuous one -- not me. Why are you f:'..ghtingmeon this?

BRODIE
I'm being rational.
T.S.
You're being scared. Scared that you might want to follow my lead and win back Rene.
BRODIE
Rene who?
T.S.
Whatever. Just meet me by t!"lestage when the show begins. :::'m going to need your help.

2F..o:::::::: ~here a~e you g □ i=g?

Shopping.

:!e marc:2eso::.

BRODIE
tst:and:..ngthere) Whac t:hehell am I supposed to do?

The ?asserby t~ac ~.S. hit jumps Brodie, pull:..ngnt:mout of the F?.J.J-!E.

It wasn': ~e, man! It wasn't me!

S~len= 3ob s~ands =~ere readi~g c~e novelization~~ s~~r Wars. Jay ~oaks at Pen~~o~se. He holds up che cencer=old.

JAY
Dude, :::hislooks like your morn.

Silenc Bob looks ac :he centerfold and nods aff::..rmac::..-.,ely.T.S. rushes ~n breac~~essly.

T.S.
(breaching heavy)
I've been looking all over for you :·,•10! I need your help.
JAY
V_ean..?How?
T.S.
Are you up for getting stoned?
JAY
Look ·.,,rhoyou'reasking.

Brodie looks at b:::-asin thef:::-ontwindow.He is joined by another !1AN. They stand there quietly for a mome!").t:.

MAN
Are you looking at the couple inside?
BRODIE
Actually, I was just looking at this little p::..nknumberover here.

::..~J,J (look:.~;a~=~al Oh yeah. ~~at ~2 k~~i n.:.ce. (bea:: They look l:appy,ion't :.:::.ey?

3RODI:C: (beat: What, the ::::::-as?

MAN
No, :he couple. ~hey lcok happy.

BRODI:C: I guess, as far as couples go.

MAN
When I'm ir.malls, - like to hang around t~e ~:..nger~escc=e-

Who doesr.•:?

1111.N I like to watch :he couples. It's :=~e male/female interaction. You can t:e~- how strong the relationship is wher._ couple picks out lingerie togeche:::-

Brodie looks at him for the f:..rst':ime,initia11,.,w:..:::a perplexed side glance. He :hen does a double-take, ~l:ocked.

BRODIE
(nearlyspeechless; Oh my God...! (blownaway)
Holy shi c! ;,.rer.·:you...

:i:::e:-::antur::sandextends::is::andt.o==·odie.

l1AN Stan Lee.

I:!T '.1A.LL-NEAR STAGE - DAY

7.'/0:;:::AT!..YDRESSEDGUYS standor.t:l:esideofthe ga::-eshow stage. Out of nowhere, Jay appears.

JAY
'Sup, boys. You guy's on this show?

GUY l That's the:::-·.:mor.

~TAY (shaking n~s ~ead) Man, becween hep~~; ~o win, the crowd out :~ere, and ~ei=g on T.V., I'd be nervous as hell,; - were you two.

GUY 2
(thinking abo~t it)
Yeah?
JAY
Sure, man. I ~ea?, what if you"re out there and you i:ucx:·.1p.All your friends and family watching? I'd shit a brick. I'd be oissed scared that :·d get a boner on live T.V. Or fucking fare or something.
GUY 2
(to Guy 1)
1 a ooint.' ~i,·___isis live. :!e s got Anything could happen.

GUY l Shut the fuck up, ~an. You're making me nervous.

JAY
Only one thing can take off that edge;

r make you feel relaxed as hell. Make

you forget how many people are staring at you here and on T.V.

GUY 2
What's that?
JAY
(pulling out a aime bag)
Noinchy-noinchy-noinch!
50

INT. :-!..IL.L:,-!'HESECONDFLOORRA.ILING-DAY

Stan :.eansc-;erthe railing. Brodie is beside hims el::.

BRODIE
The Fantastic Four --Reed Richards: can his dick stretch too?
STAN
I guess. I never ;;ave it much thought .. We never addressed stuff like that in the old days. The Code and all.
BRODIE
I can"t believe I'm standing here talking to you!
(more)

~au'=e ~esnonsible :et's do ~he ~:..st:

STAN

BRODIE
Iron Man?
STAN
Mine.
BRODIE
(utter fanbov)
This is so cool! -
(back to business)
The X-men?

STAN

BRODIE
Shit, man! You're a god!
STAN
(pointing to below)
Look at.that couple. They seem ver:/::.;:;_ love.
BRODIE
You know, what's wic.:ithat.?That.'st.:ie second t:..meyou've comrner:::.edo!'lcouples in'1_ove.
STAN
I like seeing that.. :Joyou ::avea girl:riend, Brodie?
BRODIE
(a bit mist.y)
Had one. We just. brokeup.
(fanboy mode)
\vhatabout:the Thina? Is n::.sdickmade of orange rock like-c.:ierest.of his body?
STAN
Why did you break up, you and your girlfriend?
BRODIE
lib,she was a pain in the ass. Wanted me to be this typical boyfriend guy, Said I was too into :;iyown world; comics and all.

S:'J'..N Sounds ::;;.mi:::.:.ar.

3RODIE Who r:eedsc~icKs ::.hough,right? ~ike I need ::.::e~assleof someone cons~antlv on my back ::.otake her places and be · romani:.:.::.Shedoesn't understand guys like us.

STAN
You know, I used to think like vou. There ·:1asatime when it was ali about the comics for me. Had a girl, probably something like yours. She used to say, "Stan, all you care about are guys in tights. You never pay attent:.onto me." Eventually, we broke up.

3?.0DIE See? :,hat::idshe know? Here vou are now: a leaend in the field. ?~obablv had a slew-of women since her, am I · _right?

I ' STAN

Oh, :ots of women. Me and Jagger had this :::-':lnninacontestto seewho::ad::.he most. ~ast-time I checked, I was winni~g"

BRODIE
Damn, ::.hat'shot!
STAN
But: ~ever ::ergotthat girl. After our !:::-eaK-up,Iwas involved wi:.::my work, but: kept t:::-ackof her,::.::rough mutua: ::=iends.
BRODIE
Did vou ever get back together ~ith her?·
STAN
One day, : found out she was mar=:.edto this guy ::romour hometown. I'd waited too long. I missed my window.

BRODIE? Really'?

STAN
Yun. ; thought I had all the t~me in the wo::::ld,butI didn't.
(more)

That's che =~~=g: you= plan doesn'= alwavs cai~=~ie wic~ sc~ec=e else's. ExoeCt:i::iaoeo::,Iecoolav;:,.,,vour:::.:.::..es

that s unreal~scic and a~=oaant. 5o: went on wit::.:::,ylife:;:,ui2.:anempi:::e, created some of the biggest characters in comics. :haracters, : might add, that bore my ::eartb:::eak.

BRODIE
How so?
STAN
Doctor Doom wears body a=or to cloak his mangled form, right? 'dell,that was me beneat::.thatar:mo:::,coverincrmv heartbreak. ~he Hulk: normal guy-one minute; a rage of emotions the next. Each character came to be as a fashion for deali=g ~;i=hwhac: sti:l conside~ today to be ::::eg:::eates::'"'istakeo:::r,y life: the girl that got away.
(beat)
Do yoursel: a favor: don't wait. :f you love the girl, don't put her on the back-burner, ::iguringyou'll get around to it. Because the money, the othe?: women...even allthe comics in the world can't substitute for that one person.
BRODIE
I don't know; all the comics in the world... ?
STAN
Trust me, Soider-frie~d.
(getti:igup)
Well, I"ve gotta be goi::.g. One more signing appearance.
(patting Brodie on the back)
BRODIE
Keep up all the good work.
STAN
As long as you read them, I'll write them.
(turning toleave)
BRODIE
Hey, Stan.

Stan stops and looks back.

BRODIE
She really meant that much to you?
STAN
(smiling)
I'd give it all ~p. all of ::oro::e more day with he:c,

He nods a.c:idwalksaway. 3rodie st.ands there.

51

INT. ::AL:.-NEAR 3ATHROOM - DAY

Stan approaches T.S.

STAN
I think he bought it.
T.S.
Good.
(reaching ic:itooocket)
What did we say? Fifteen?
STAN
Twenty.

'I

T.S .

• Right.

(pulling out a twenty) Here you go. And thanks.

STAN
(pocketing money)
Listen: you might think about getting that kid some help. He's way too preoccupied with Super-heroes' dicks.
T.S.
I'll look into it.
52

INT. :R.R..R.:.-_:;BENCH-DAY

Silent 3ob and Tricia sit alone. Tricia holds the cioarette in he:copen palm and s.:aresat Silent Bob incredulously.- Silent Bob concentrates.

TRICIA
(after a beat)
I think I felt it move.

Silent Bob opens his eyes in shock and delighted anticipation.

TRICIA
(smiling)
Just kidding.

Silent 3ob's face drops, Brodie rushes in.

..need

TRIC:.::.. ,vithwhat?

BROD:::: Let me borrow t.~ac ~ape a: Sha~non Hamilt::m.

TRIC:A Why?

BRODIE
I It s i:noortant. ~he f"J.tu::-eofmy relationship depends on i:!

TRIC:A It's ac my house.

BRODI:::'. (s.laooinckevs in he:c hand) - ·

Take T.S. s car. ~he yellow s~ation wagon parked in 2-D.

TRICI.:l. I don't even have a license.

BRODIE
(anxious)
Just go!

Tricia shakes her head and exits. Brodie turns to Silent Bob.

BRODIE
·taus:.il2.hav~ ::.::a:.s~ages::herr-.ac:.c?

Silent Bob nods.

BRODIE
I need you to wire something togethe:c for me.

Si.lentBob pulls a screwdriver ==om insice his jacket and smiles.

53

INT. ~IALL- THE STAGE AREA - DAY

The audience is packed.

The Assistant helos a feeble and sickly-looking Svenning over to the Network Execs·.

EXEC l Jesus, what's with him?

54

3-:.RENNIL:G

(sic::i::gdown 1 Idon':. k::ow, I seem t:.ohave fallen ill c;:ui::est:ddenly.3utbe assured, everyt:.~~:1g'sfine,andwe're abouc to star::. ?ou're in for something really special ::onight,genclemen. We"ve lined up...::::xcuseme.

s~.rer..ni:1gfumbleswichabag and vomits in it.

EXEC 2
Jesus!
SVENNING
Sorrv. ',•le've1 ineduosome real 1v bright kids, and this-promises to-be a lot of f-c:n.I know you' re going ::o...
(coughing)
..2.ove::::..s.

:C:XECl Should..-:'::you be in bed orsomething?

SVENNING
I would..'1'tmiss thisfor the...
(dry-heaves for a second)
...forthe world.
(to Assistant)
Go make sure everybody's ready and let's start.
55

INT. 3ACKSTAGE - DAY

-'s. and Jay scare a::someching O.S. GIGGLING is heard.

"'.s. How muc::.did yousmoke?

JAY
Alli:: ::ookwas two joints. These guys were lightweights.
T.S.
What do I owe you?
JAY
My treat. As long as you promise that next ::imeyou pop your lady, you make her call you Jay. Nitchy-noinch!
T.S.
Let's hope there is a next time.

3rodie joins them.

3?.0D:::: ~::....lriaht,:'::1:!:"eaciy -(looki::::o. s.: Nha t "Chehel: "::.appe::eci:::Jc~.ese::...,_~o:

JAY
Power of the Dark ~:de"
T.S.
Wait a second. ~here's only =~o. Where's the t::ird?
JAY
I never saw a third guy.

Just =~en, they are joined ~Y the third contescan=,

GILL
(looki;::catO. S. dudes)
What ':.hehellhappe~.eci.:.::,t:.hoseg:.:ys?

Um...:.heygot:ight-headed.

JAY
You got that right.
GILL
So what, are they going co cancel t~e show?
BRODIE
What do you care?
GILL
I'm supposed to be on i=. I'm Gi.11 Ryan -- Suitcr Number-':'hree.
T.S.
We're going co be taking their places. I'm T.S. Quint, and this is Brodie Bruce.
GILL
Hey. Didn't I see you on the news?
BRODIE
Look, dude, don't give him any shit.
GILL
Something's going on here. Where's Mister Svenning?

The ~ssistant joins them.

56

~.SSIST."-.NT

:-rist:erSvenning hascome down with a suaaen case of dipht~eria. (looking O. S . ) What's wit:hthose two?

T.S.
~hey got sick. We volunteer to take their places.
GILL
(to Assistant)
Isn't this the guy f:::-omMonmouth College? Him and that crazy broad tried to kill the Governor?
ASSISTANT
(staring at T.S.)
Yes, ~t isr Alright, Quint, I don1~ know what you're trying to pull here, but it's not:going co work. I'm alert:i:1.gMister Svenning,and •;;e'LL postpone the st:arcuntil we figure t~is all out:.
(calling 0. S.)
Security!

Brodie comes across with an upper-cut, knocking the As.sistant out.

GILL
Jesus Christ, you knocked him out!
JAY
(pointing to Gill)
Now hit him!

~he SECS~:TY ~UDE comes over.

SECURITY
Somebody call me?
(looking O.S.)
What: happened to chese two?
T.S.
They aot stoned and knocked this guy out. -I think he needs medical attention.
GILL
That's not what...

Brodie seeps on Gill's foot. Gill shouts and falls backward. The MUSIC STARTS.

T.S.
(to Secu:::ity)
\·Je'::::egoir..gt.oneed:.~::..s:::.:.'/:J:..:.::-- I here. ~he show s aDouc s::a:-::..

SECURI":.'Y Wil.:do.

BRODIE
Look, dude, no more shit. Just go out there and woo like you':::esupposed to, and nobody gets hurt.
(releases Gill; to uav)
When Tricia shows uo he!:"e\,,it:hataoe, you get it to Silen~ Bob: ur.ders::an~?
JAY
Sure. :·mereis he?

Silent Bob hangs ::::omarope around his ~aist. He's wiring a VCR to some of the power cables. APPLAUSE begins.

:NT. ONSTAGE

':':i.e:'.!ostcomes outand bowstothec:::owd ands:;;ilesplasticly.

HOST
Good evening, everybody, and ·,1elcometo Match Date -- whez:e one ::-,ate::ignites the :i:::eofromance. :·m your host, Bob Summers. And tonight ·..,e':::egoing to ·:1atc=-:asoneof :.:J.ese:::::::::ee:!....:.ckv suitors woos our beautiful, elicible sui::or-ette. So cretreadv :or love in the making as we Introduce...::i.e Suitors!

'c':i.ecurtain opens,:-evealingthe set: gaudy, gauche, and gLit=y. It looks like T:i.eDatincrGame on acid. T.S., Brodie, and Gill sit in three seacs -- a partition to thei:::left, a huge diamond-vision screen to their right, disp.layir.g;:heirimages. Gill rubs his fooc.

Svenning, sitting with the Network Execs, takes one look ac t:i.e s;:ageand his face drops. He rolls his eyes and vomits into his bag. The Network Execsmove their chairs a bit further away :::::omhim.

Ren.e,sitting with Shannon in the crowd, goes :mg-eyed when she sees Brodie. Shannon snarls.

':'heHostjoins the contescancs.

::JST Sui:.o:-:~·..:...'7..::e:-::1eg:::ies~oMarymoun:: Colleae a::d~ajors in Economics. Let's say J::i:oDoug Paging!

:'hecrowd .:-.?PL.:..UDS.

~ay ~his~les and whocps ~=~rnbackstage.

:;;.,,y DO IT' :ouG!!

T.S. half-bows to tJ::ec:::-owd.TheHostshakes his J::.andand moves on.

HOST
Suitor ::umber'::'.~ohailsfromCanisi:.:s College in Buffalo where he majors in Communications. Say hi to Rob Featu:::-e!

~~e s=owd C~APS. 3ro6~e s o::::livious.T.S. nudaes J::i~and 3rst~e ~eal~=es ~e's ~~b. :!eof'.:ersadelayed bm1 and ::_ocks eyes with...

R.er..e"Sheshakes her ~ead.

Brodie shn:.gs. The Ecst ~aves on.

HOST
And our :inal suitor goes to Monmou:h where he majors in Fine Arts and Greek Mytholc:;,.1.Givea warm welcome to Gil2, Ryan.

Gill looks at Brodie. 3:::-odieglares athim and u:::-geshimto bow. Gill bows.

HOST
Men, good::_;ick.May the best man ·.-1in. And now, :adiesand gentlemen, I'd like to int:::-oduceour lovely Suitor-ette. From Mon."outhCollege, where she majors in Bus:.::.essLaw,won't you please welcome the lovely Brandi Svenning?

Bra.ndicomes out. ':'hecrowd goes nuts. She is gorgeous. The oar::~=ionbetween her and che suitors conceals thei:-~dentities. She :akes her place i::the vacant chair. The Host stands beside her.

HOST
Alright, everybody knows how the ga.."e is played. Our lovely Suitor-ette will ask a series of auestions of our suitors and make-her decision based c:: their answers. Anything goes!
(to Brandi)
Brandi, are you ready?
58

;BSOL~TELY, 3OB.

EOST
Then you may ::.:::-ewhen:::-eady.

BRAND: Okay. (looking a: ::.ercards) Sui tor Number C::.e,:.fyou werea car, what kind of car would you be?

cross-cutting stares here.)

T.S.
The kind you' ·,e::eve:?:dumpa boyfrie!:d in.

ERAND: (shaking ::er::ead) Urn...okay. ~..;h,,s·~it.or~I'..!.r:'.be:!:''::No.._

r

BROD::S Can't you call :-:.et:i.eSecond Sui tor?

r

Suitor Number ~NO sounds like a bathroom code. Second Suitor sounds like a figure of mystery -- like I belong on the grassy knoll.

BRANDI
Okay...Second Suit:or,ifyou and I were making whoopee...
BRODIE
What's whoopee?

BR.MID: Urn... (looks for a ruling; doesn't r:.ndone) Urn... youknow,:'.::we were...intimate.

BRODIE
What, like ::ucki::g?

'.:'::ec:::-owdgivesacollect:'.veG;;SP.

Sven::ing'seyes bulge. He loosens his tie. The Execs beside him giggle.

BRANDI
Well... yeah.If we were ...youknow...what kind of noises would you make?

3?.DDI== -:'hat.'sk~ndofoersonal, Con*t you t:hink7 - don' t:.--:::.inkIshouldanswe:: t:hat:.

BRANDI
Oh...okav.
(looking around)
Um, Suitor Number Three -- what would our firsc date be like?
GILL
(totally into it)
First I'd take you shopping to stores you'd want to shop in. Then we'd do a little lunch, probably at the Cheese Haus, followed by some golfing. And ac night we'd take in an opera, probably Die Fleide!:"!11aus.I'd followic up wit:h a drive t:oa secluded beach where I'd pop on the radio, and we'd slow dance 'til t:hesun ca.meup.

The audience 0000000000S.

BRODIE
(to Gill)
Liar. You know all you'd do is hump

I her leg for an hour and try to get in

her pants. I mean, look a.c you. You look like you haven't been laid in yea.rs. You're the kind of guy that would beg for sex. And I should know; we can smell our own.

Rene chokes back a smile. Shannon glares.

Svenning ··::imit:sagain.':'heExecslaugh at Brodie's response.

BRANDI
Suitor Number One -- if we fell in love, how would you propose to me?
BRODIE
When Jaws popped ouc of the water.
BRANDI
Excuse me?
T.S.
I'll propose to you right now. I propose tha.cyou stop letting your father run your life, that you be true to yourself, and not quit on someone that you know has value.

3ROD::S

·,.;hoopee.c::\•.1hace~/e:?::.::e::.ell:::a::..c...or:::'i :.s. :re::a-c:es.:.:::-iher..you:.ea'\:"e::::e~. on.

What:?!

T.S. shoots a fierce look at Brodie.

BRODIE
Hypochetically speaking.
BRANDI
(is starting to catch on)
Suitor Number One, do I know you?
T.S.
~:...bsolut:elynot:.

I BRANDI

(incredulous I You sound familiar.

r I T.S.

Like your conscience maybe?

BRODIE
You don't know him, lady.
(spotting someone way 0.S.)
Now make with the questions.

T::-~s~astands at:t~e back of the crowd. She holds '..lp::he:.ape.

BRANDI :o. S.) Okay. Suitor Number Three .:.syou::- kiss like a soft breeze, a r::..rm handshake, or a jackhammer?

Brodie aives Tricia the thumbs-up and switches ::he:.hurnbto point behind him. Then he swirls his index :inger around ::o indicate the backstage.

Tricia nods and st:ridespast Svenning and the Execs.

EXEC 1
What's the funny guy doing with his hands?
SVENNING
I don't want to know.

The Assistant wobbles to Svenning's side. Svenning grabs his collar and yanks him down to mom::h-level.

S"v"E!--J"1J:NG (hoa~se, iesperate whis;:,e'.:") What =he f~ck's going on!

ASSISTANT
I was overpowered...
SVENNING
Never mind! Call the police -- gee the entire fucking departmenc down here co arresc these two! NOW!
59

INT. 3.11.CKONSTAGE

GILL
Definitely a jackhammer. I'm in there with some pressure, and when I'm done, you're noc the same as before. You're changed.

The c:::-owdOOOOOOOOOOS.

BRODIE
(to Gill)
Where do vou come uo with this shit? That is the cheesiest response to an honest cruestion I've ever heard! I saw you kiss, and it wasn't anything like that.
HOST
(nervously)
Suitor Nlllll.DerTwo,youhave to wait until you're addressed before you respond.
BRODIE
Hey, Richard Dawson just go back to your podium until it's time to play the feud.

The Eosc smiles nervously at the audience.

GILT, (to Brodie) Who the hell did you see me kiss?

BRODIE
Some dude backstage. I don't know who he was, but he seemed unimpressed.

The crowd GASPS.

,-.-,--- 1..:.:..-- (pleadi=;ly :o c=o~dl _ didn't kiss a::yg·-.::1"::ackstage! not gay!

Jay. ;'Jecan ::.::eshow.

TR.IC:.:>. Brodie told me :ogive you this.

JAY
(accept:i=g::aoe)
Are you wat:chingt:hisshit? It's fucked up!

TRIC.:A I don't think: ~ant=~ be here when that :ape does •,,::lat::::.:.nki:.1sgo:.:::; to do.

60

INT. ::JST.;GE

Brodie is st:illroasting Gill.

BRODIE
(to part:i:ion)
Hey, Suitor-et:te,this guy's a homoohobe! Is t:hist:hekind of guy you want-to spend a vaca:ion with? This hate-monger?

GIL:. I don't hate gay oeoole!

BRODIE
So you love :hem?
GILL
Yes! I mean, no!
BRODIE
(foldina his arms)
Textbook closet case, self-loather. Can't be comfort:ablewit:h his own sexuality.
T.S.
(inte:t:r;.ipt:ing)
The hell with him. :•lb.at:about:you, Suitor-ette? ~ow about: you answer a question for me?
BRANDI
I don't think:hat:'s...
T.S.
Eow s~rong are your convic~ions?
BRANDI
What are you talk::.ngabout?
T.S.
How easily do you quit? Let's say you wind up with one of us...
BRODIE
Hopefully not Rush Limbaugh over here.

I'm not like Rush Limbaugh!

BRODIE
Oh why not, because he's fat? Now vou got something against fat people too?
61

INT. BACKSTAGE

Silent 3ob is giving his hook-up its final touches.

JAY (O.S.)
Nitchy-noinch!

Silent Bob looks up.

Jay stands above him, holding the tape. He waves

JAY
You ready?

Silent Bob nods and holds out his hands.

Jay drops the tape. It sails down and clocks Silent Bob on the head, landing precariously on a cross-beam below. Silent Bob stares at it, bug-eyed.

62

INT. ONSTAGE

Brandi defends herself.

BRANDI
If I have a conviction, I stick to ::.t.
T.S.
Were you ever in love?
BRANDI
(taken aback)
Yes, a.sa matter of fact.
T.S.
Oh ro.~-;-;.,.,~::..nd-.vhac::appe1;.eci::.::>ycl!:: boyf;:;;:;_d?
BRANDI
He...·>1eb::::okeup.
T.S.
Why?
BRANDI
Because he... it just didn'twork out.
T.S.
Were you unhappy?
BRANDI
Somet:i:nes.
T.S.
Why?
BRANDI
I don't know. The usual baggage. :t was a long distance romance. He lacked a sense of romance, he almost:::::uinedmv father's career, he got me i:nplicat:ed- in an attempted murder...
T.S.
That was an accident!
(covering his mouth, realizing his error)
BRANDI
(beat:)
T.S.?
BRODIE
(jumping in)
Hey! What:about:the ::::estofus?! .C;.sk me a quest:ion!
BRANDI
(shaken, confused)
Um._Uh... Sui torNumberTwo ...
GILL
What about me?
BRODIE
Aw, Gill, just shut the...
(seeing something O.S.)

,Jay smiles from the sidelines and gives the t:humbs-up.

Brodie smiles back, nods, and looks at Shannon...

~~an~on glares back a= ~im f=c= beside Rene.

BRANDI
Second Suitor --would you ever make whoopee inpublic?
BRODIE
(looking atO.S. Rene)
Already did once today.

?.ene smiles. Shannon stares at her, shocked, and shoots Brodie a fierce look.

3rodie continues.

BRODIE
But my c::msin Walter jerked off in public once. ~rue story: he was on a plane to New Mexico, when all of a sudden, ::iehydraulics went. The p:..a::e started spinning around, going out of control. Somy cousin decides it's a:..l over, and hewhios it out and starts beating it right-there.

Svenning goes red with fury and impotence. The Execs smile ear- to-ear, hanging on every word.

BRODIE (0 . S . )
So then the other passengers take a cue from him and start whipping it out and beating like mad.

Gill stares at Brodie, riveted.

BRODIE
So all t:iepassengers are beating off. plummeting to their certain doom, when suddenly the hydraulics kick back in and the plane rights itself. It lands safely, and everybody puts their pieces or whatever away and de-board. Nobody mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.

:-::ie:::xecsareteary-eyed with laughter. One slaps Svenning on the back. Svenning manages a half-smile, and then shakes his l:ead.

~.S. stares at Brodie. Brodie shrugs. Gill is on the edge of ::isseat.

GILL
(excitedly)
Well, did he cum or what?

BRODI;;: (shoot:ingGi:..:.a disgust:ed g:.a:::e1 Jesus Christ:,man! Some chinas vou just: don't talk about:in publlc!-

Brandi s~ares at the part~tion. ~er face snans, as i: somechi~g has occ:.:rredto her. Slyly, sne :hrows out the bait:.

BRANDI
(calm and collect:edand nefarious)
Second Suitor -- i: you were a comic book characcer, which one would you be?
BRODIE
(caught off guard, but delighted)
Wow! That's a great ~~estion. Tough one t:hough. I mean, "Hhacdoes one gauge his response on: physical prowess? Keen det:ect:ionskills? ~he ability to baneer ·.1ellwit:hsuper- villains?

Brandi smiles; she's caught them.

BRANDI
How's your collect:ion,Brodie?
BRODIE
It's still big, but I've been trading the_.

T.S. punches his arm and shoots him a look.

BRODIE
(trying to recover)
Comics?! What the hell are you talking about? Hey, lady, : don't collect comics! Comics are for kids!
BRANDI
(shaking her ~ead)
I knew it! Suitor Number One, you just: don' t know when to quit, do you?
T.S.
(cover blown)
No, but you sure do. I thought you were in love!
BRANDI
Iwas! But you complicated my life!
T.S.
How so?

:.:.4.

BRANDI
You placed me in a damned uncomfortable position with my family! Twice even! What was I supposed to do?
T.S.
Show a little backbone!
BRANDI
I was ready to show backbone, but you had to bring Bumbler the Boy Wonder over there with you and screw things up further, proving that you never took the situation seriously!
BRODIE
Boy Wonder? I'm all man, lady!
T.S.
I"ve never done anything but show interest in you! Our whole goddamn romantic career, I've doted on you!

r And the minute things got dicey, you

cracked!

r (to the crowd)

There we were, mere hours away from spending an entire week alone together, away from family, school, and the media, and she throws in the towel because Daddy said so.

BRANDI
(also to crowd)
He also got us shot at by the federal authorities! And then he brings his troublemaker friend to my house where he proceeded to allow news cameras to take naked videos of my father! And he has the audacity to inform me that on a vacation we're supposed to take, he's going to propose! Without even discussing it with me first!
T.S.
We'd talked about getting married since we were in high school!
BRANDI
He could have approached my father -- man-to-man -- and made his intentions clear, offered his apology for all the trouble he caused! But what does he do instead? He goes on with his life -- here he is, hanging out at the mall!

':''s. ~au olaced ·.·oursel~~- :.:::eauc::.:n

1

:-.,....__....,.......T"__,_---,..,_.:-......

~lock, ~or ~~d s sake! :ive s:udi= audience!

G::LL Hey, do I gee a c~ance :o f~eld any ~.orequest.i:::ns?

BRANDI ;,.ND'!'.S. (in unison) NO!

BRODIE
! think I should say someching here. : know both of you prect.ywell. Suitor- ette, Suitor Number One here has done nothing but pine over you all day, t.ryingto figure out a way to win you back. And ·;;henthis public oooort.unitv .:?li.t~ral2.yd? that.,a~o~e!.~Etp:.:.~led- n~s snit t.:::gecner,r~sKea~~:e ana limb, and faced the odds t.o get~o here and give it.his best shot. I'm t.~red of this whole thing. You're both retarded for each other! Why don't you forget the shit that 1::.appened,and do what you"re supposed to!
(to the audience)
I think the audience would agree with me.

The audience APPLAUDS.

BRODIE
(toT. S.)
Just ask her, you sillv bast.ard!
T.S.
(carefully)
Miss Sui tor-et te... Suit.orNumberOne lovesyou, has al waysloved :1ou,and will always love you. ~e has only one question for you...
(deep breath)
Will you marry me?

Brandi stares, dumfounded.

64

INT. QUICK CUTS

The crowd waits. Svennina and the Execs wait.. Jay waits. Brodie and Gill wait. The Host. waits. Silent Bob struggles to reach the out-of-reach tape. '!'.S. waits.

Brandi takes a deep breath and shakes her head 'no.'

SVENNING (Cont'd)
Get your asses up there and arrest the one with the girl and the one with the microphone!
COP 1
For what?

SVE."JNING Trespassing; public lewdness; violation of FCC regulations_ (heaving into bag) ...and food poisoning.

65

INT. ONSTAGE

Brodie stands unflinching.

BRODIE
Ladies and gentlemen, this tall drink of water headed my way is a pillar of the shopping community who informed me earlier today of a nefarious plan of his to screw my girlfriend in an extremely uncomfortable place.
GILL
A dumpster?

Brodie shoots Gill a discrusted look. He turns his attention back on the approaching Shannon.

BRODIE
And as he comes up here to...
(looking O. S. )
66

;.SLEW OFCOPS ARE COMING AT HIM FROM DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS.

Brodie's jaw drops.

BRODIE
Oh shit.
(quickly)
Well, without further ado, I'd like to present you with an accurate portrayal of the proprietor of Fashionable Male.
(loudly)
Now, Silent Bob!

He ooints to the screen. T.S. and Brandi stare. The crowd stares. Shannon stops dead in his tracks.

Nothing happens.

Brodie's eyes bug out. He gets panicky.

3?.0DIE I said Silent:

s~:eDs Bob ~eaches toward t~e tape, =8ncentrac~~g.

~~e ~ape sits there, ~r..moving.

67

INT. ONSTAGE

Brodie starts to back ~D a bit. Shannon reaches the stage ana jumps up. The Cops app=oach from both sides.

Brodie swallows hard.

BRODIE
(pounding on the screen)
Now! :low! ::-Jow!::-Jew!

Shar:r:.onisa few steps a~.vay.The Cops are ~ighc behi~d ~~m.

68

INT. BACKSTAGE

Silent Bob concentrates and reaches.

The tape doesn't move.

Below him, William draas into FRAME, sobbing. Tears galore. He leans on the framework-of the stage.

WILLIAM
(in ::ears)
Sailboat! Sailboat! Goddarnned sailboat!

He punches the stage framework.

69

INT. ONSTAGE

The Cops and Shannon are almost on top of them, cuffs drawn. Shannon pulls his arm back, ready to land a crushing '::)low.

70

INT. BACKSTAGE

Silent Bob shuts his eyes and concentrates hard, reaching for the tape.

71

INT. BACKSTAGE - BELOW

William sobs bitterly, punching the structure.

':IIL:..:;..M When's it my t-..::::n?!Whatthe hellis wrong with me·?! (crying ::eavenward) WHEN, LORD? ! :·iHENTHEHELL DO I GET SEE THE STUPID SAILBOAT??!!! AAHHHHHHH! ! !

He pulls back and kicks t:i.emetal structure with all::ismight.

The tape, jostled by_the kick frombelow, hops from its perch into Silent Bob's grip. He opens his eyes and stares in shock. He gathers his faculties and slams the tape into the ~achine.

72

INT. ONSTAGE

'!'hemonitorcomes to life with the opening to The !".ockvand Bullwinkle Show.

The Cops stop and stare. So does Shannon. And '!'.S.-~-rid 3randi. And Rene. ,:;ndJay. .'\ndespecially Brodie.

But then: the cartoon is gone, and there -- in dia1nond vision, for all the mall to see -- is Shannon doing something lewd and illegal with the waif Tricia.

Everyone is transfixed.

BRODIE
(to a Cop)
Hey. That girl's only fifteen.

The Cops immediately descend on a very shocked Shannon, who can only stare at the screen. They cuff him hard.

73

INT. 3ACKSTAGE

Silent Bob lets out a sigh of relief. Then his rope~:::eaksand he drops.

74

INT. ONSTAGE

The Cops lead Shannon off. Brodie stops them and li:ts Shannon's head.

BRODIE
You know, where you're going, they screw people in an extremely uncomfortable place.

Brodie pulls back to hit him.

COP
Hey, hey, hey! You can't strike a prisoner inpolice custody.

2?.0DIE (like a little ~id)

75

JUST:ONCE?

COP
(thinking it over)
Alright, but make it :ast.

T.S. and Brandi kiss.

T.S.
Would you have really gone on a vacation with the win~er?
BRANDI
What do you think?
T.S.
(beat)
I think you would have.
BRANDI
But I'd have sent you a postcard!

Jay a::1dSilentSob walk beside the s::age. Silent Bob pulls t:i.e rope off himself and smokes. They pass William, who is now slu.~pedon the ground, crying in his arms.

WILLIAM
(muffled sobbing/ What the hell is wrong with me?
JAY
So if it was out of your reach, how the hell did you get it?

Sile::1tBobsmiles and shrugs and smokes.

JAY
(putting it tocrethe:?:)
The Jedi Mind Trick?!?

Sile"::Sob nods.

JAY
Holy shit!
(slapping his back)
Motherfuckin' Yoda, and shit!
SILENT BOB
(exhales smoke)
Adventure ... excitemer.::...a Jedi craves not these things.

Brodie jumps off the stage and joir.sRene.

BRODIE
(pointing at the screen)
See t~at up there? You call that ::omance?
RENE
:call that illegal.
BRODIE
So...
RENE
So what?
BRODIE
Well, I was wondering. If you're not busy tomorrow night...
RENE
Yes?
BRODIE
(taking a deep breath and letting it out)
Would you like to come to dinner at my house and meet my mother?

Rene smiles.

BRODIE
I mean, I can't guarantee she's going to like you, but-.

Rene shuts his mouth with a kiss. T.S. and Brandi join them.

T.S.
You guys want to grab some of those cookie sandwiches? You know, the ones ;.rithcream inthem?

The Execs stride in, closely followed by Svenning.

SVENNING
(pleading his case)
But this was just a warm-up! The show would always go smoother, and be less racy!
EXEC 2
Svenning, the show was a piece of shit. Unoriginal, uninspired. The only thing that saved it was this guy here.
(extending hand to Brodie)
Hi. I'm Bentley Garrison, with the network. Me and Mason here thought you were hysterical, just hilarious.

EXEC l You have a real presence.

EXEC 2
Have you ever thought about host:..::g your own talk show?

:do Cops join them.

SVENNING
HIM?! You' re offeringhim a net•.·:ork job?!?!

COP l Excuse me, sir, but are you the producer of this program?

SVENNING
(intolerant)
Of course I am, you dumb bastarc.s! .;nd I want these cwo arrested!
COP 2
(slapping cuffs on him)
Sir, you're under arrest.
SVENNING
WHAT?!?
T.S.
What for?
COP 2
For broadcasting lewd or indecent images in a public forum, and for violations of abouc nineteen different FCC regulations.
SVENNING
Jesus Christ!

He dry heaves, and then vomits.

COP 2
And for vomicing on my shoes.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW STUFF

T. S. and Brandi stand on a small dock in their ·deddingattire. Behind them is a small beachfront town. A PRIEST blesses them and they kiss.

T.S.AND BRANDI TIED THE ;(NOTAFTER GRADUATJ

Jaws pops out of the water behind .

...ATUNIVERSALSTUDIOS, ?LORIDA.

7~e screen FLASHES, and the i~age is frozen as a photo on the cover of a magazine. The headline reads "Mickey and Mallory ~-!arry! Exclusive Photos From the Hard Edition Coverage!"

HARD EDITION COVERED THE EVENT EXCLUSIVELY.

3rodie comes out from behind a very familiar curtain, wearing a nice suit. He smiles and waves to the unseen crowd.

BRODIE TOOK OVER HOSTING DUTIES ON "THE TO~

Rene sits in the crowd, applauding madly. Brodie winks at her .

...BUT STILL· LIVESWITH HISPAREN1'S.

CU on Svenning also in the studio. He shakes his head.

SVENNING ALSO GOT A NETWORK POSITION.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL Svenning wearing a janitor"s uniform, holding a broom.

Tricia sits at a table, signing books for customers.

TRICIA'S BOOK SPENT A RECORD SEVTh'TY-TWO WE SELLER LIST. THE MOVIE WILL BE OUT THIS CF.

Shannon holds onto the bars of his prison cell, his face twisted in agony.

SHANNON MADE A LOT OF NEW FRIENDS INRAHWAi

William is still slumped against the stage. When the writing appears, he looks at it.

WILLIAM EVENTUALLY SAW THE SAILBOAT.

WILLIAM
(all smiles and hope)
Yeah?

Jay and Silent Bob walk down a stretch of highway.

AND JAYAND SILENT BOB_.WELL, THAT'S A WHOI

CREDITS.

FADE OUT.
THE END