Jennifer's Body
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Publié par
Publié le
01 septembre 2007
Nombre de lectures
12
Licence :
Langue
English
Written by
Diablo Cody
9/20/2007
INT. LEECH LAKE WOMEN'S CORRECTIONAL HOSPITAL - DAY
ANITA "NEEDY" LESNICKI, 17, sits on her hospital bed in pajamas. She's a plain-faced girl with a haunted expression. As she stares out the window, she winds colored yarn around a pair of Popsicle sticks to create a "god's eye."
Out a single window, we see an imposing nine-foot SECURITY FENCE.
Next to Needy, we see a pile of unopened mail scattered casually on the floor. There are letters, packages, even creepy little gifts and totems sent by admiring "fans."
Every day, I get letters. I think I get more letters than Santa Claus, Zac Efron and Dr. Phil combined. I'm kind of the shit.
RAYMUNDO, a counselor raps on the door and sticks his head in cautiously.
Rec time in five minutes, Needy.
Grassy-ass, Raymundo.
Needy stands up and begins changing into an institutional gym uniform. As she slips off her pajamas, we can see a series of puffy, slash-like SCARS on her body.
Sometimes the letters are from people who say they're praying for me. They tell me everything will be okay if I just accept Jesus Christ into my heart. I say the words, but nothing ever happens. Nobody comes back. Nobody gets off the cross.
She glances sadly at a PHOTO OF A BOY on her dresser. She touches the frame wistfully, her eyes full of remorse.
Occasionally I get presents from starfuckers who saw my picture in the paper and want to marry me or something. They think they can take me away from all this. (MORE)
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CONTINUED: NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D) Like I'd really date some perverted Chester with a hard-on for jailbait. I might be insane, but I'm not desperate.
We see a morbid "hall of fame" of creepy photos sent in from guys. They line the mirror, grinning at us. There's even a DICK SHOT tucked in there.
Needy pulls on her threadbare uniform T-shirt. It hangs down to her knees, covering her shorts.
A lot of people ask me if I'm sorry I did it.
Needy picks up a paper cup of COLORFUL PILLS on her dresser, dumps the meds into her mouth, and dry-swallows them.
(ALOUD)
I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner.
She saunters out of the room in her GYM UNIFORM and BUNNY SLIPPERS.
INT. LEECH LAKE HOSPITAL GYMNASIUM - MORNING
Several badminton courts are set up in the gym. As an intense OPERATIC ARIA plays over the public address system, the FEMALE PATIENTS enthusiastically--almost violently--whack at the flying shuttlecocks.
The patients appear to be varying levels of crazy. A TOOTHLESS WOMAN grins as she dives with her racket, clipping her partner in the leg. In the corner, one forlorn patient nurses her injured arm while another hurls her racket against the wall again and again. Counselors look on approvingly, despite how miserable their charges appear. In the background, a few sulking patients jump rope.
Needy enters the gym unnoticed, padding along in her bunny slippers.
Welcome to the Mental Olympics. They're big on recreation here. Supposedly it helps us vent our aggressions. We've traded in our hatchets for rackets, our Drain-O bombs for double dutch. (MORE) (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D) Even the cutters get in on the action when they're fully conscious.
We see a GIRL swinging a jump rope who has a ladder of fresh bandages on her arms and legs. NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D) Me? I'm just trying to stay invisible.
Nelly shuffles over to a tetherball and takes a furious WHACK at it.
The freshly showered PATIENTS assemble for breakfast. They grab trays and settle into noisy cliques. Needy selects a single toaster pastry from the breakfast line and sits down, alone. NEEDY V.O. Personally, I think they're trying to wear us out. Keep us sluggish so there won't be an uprising. Well, those J.V. tactics won't work against me. I'm a kicker. K-I- C-K-E-R. It even says so on my chart.
We briefly cut to Needy's chart, on some doctor's clipboard. We see her name: ANITA "NEEDY" LESNICKI and a few brief details about FIRST DEGREE MURDER and GRANDIOSE NOTIONS. Beneath that, we see a triple-highlighted warning in bright ink: KICKER. A NUTRITIONIST with a clipboard approaches Needy casually and eyes her breakfast plate.
Just one Toastem, huh? NEEDY (QUIETLY) I like Toastems. NUTRITIONIST That's good. But I'm not sure a Toastem can provide you with sufficient energy for your day. I'd recommend more complex carbohydrates...
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Needy scrambles to her feet and delivers a sudden, powerful ROUNDHOUSE KICK to the nutritionist's face. NEEDY I'D RECOMMEND THAT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The nutritionist is KNOCKED OFF HER FEET-- as if she's been kicked by a far mightier creature than Needy-- and collapses, clutching her bleeding nose. We see that the bone has SNAPPED. The patients shriek. Chaos. As Needy is restrained by staff members, she thrashes like a trapped fish. Needy snorts up a killer LOOGIE and hocks it at the prone nutritionist. The glob nails her in the eye.
It takes four STAFF MEMBERS to haul Needy away as she hollers in protest.
The nutritionist curls up on the floor, cupping her bleeding nose as a ring of curious patients surrounds her. She spits out a TOOTH.
INT. "THE HOLE" - SAME Needy is tossed into seclusion. Her hair is wild and her face is wet with tears. The heavy door slams behind her, leaving only a shaft of light. NEEDY V.O. I wasn't always this cracked. I used to be normal-- well, as normal as any girl under the influence of teenage hormones. But after the killings began, I started to feel, I don't know... loose around the edges or something. I was coming undone like those jeans I made in Home Ec. Falling to pieces like Patsy Cline. Shredded like moo-shu pork. Dead inside. Needy cringes as she briefly hallucinates abstract SHAPES in the darkness. Grinning skulls. Faces drained of life, half eaten. Grimaces of terror. Suddenly, soft musicis piped into "the hole," ostensibly to calm the patientsin solitary. Needy shudders and recoils at the soundof it. It's a CHEESY ROCK BALLAD that we'll soon hearagain... (CONTINUED)
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"Through the trees, I will find you. Heal the ruins left inside you. And the stars will remind you, we'll meet again..." NEEDY V.O. God, I hate this fucking song.
Needy plugs her ears as if it physically hurts her to listen to the song. She curls up in the corner and steels herself for solitary confinement. DISSOLVE TO: TITLE: TWO MONTHS EARLIER
Devil's Kettle is a quiet farming community, surrounded by dense woods and mirrored lakes. It's the kind of town that has one high school, one pizza joint, and one stoplight.
On an overgrown rural route we see a rustic sign that reads "WELCOME TO DEVIL'S KETTLE- Pop. 7,036. Come See What's Cookin'!" NEEDY This is where it all went down. "Devil's Kettle" sounds twisted, I know, but the place just is named after a dumb waterfall.
We see the titular falls, surprisingly powerful, gushing over a rock face. NEEDY V.O. Well technically, it's two waterfalls. One of them is normal-- it empties into a river basin. But the other one goes into a hole. And it doesn't come out. The scientist guys can't explain it. They've dropped all kinds of things down there--bouncy balls, red dye, radioactive slime-- but nothing ever surfaces. (MORE) (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D) Maybe it's another dimension. Or, you know, just really deep.
EXT. JENNIFER'S HOUSE (TO ESTABLISH) - MIDNIGHT The sprawling ranch house is dark from the outside except for a single FIRST FLOOR WINDOW-- Jennifer's-- still illuminated. There's a chicken coop and a wire livestock pen in the backyard. We're definitely in deep north country. NEEDY V.O. I've probably spent years of my life in this house. Hundreds of sleepovers, thousands of aimless homework sessions, a million phone calls. I've climbed through Jennifer's window so many times. But tonight, only one of us is going to come out.
JENNIFER CHECK lies on her bed, fidgeting as she watches TV. She's a girl of 16 with LONG, MATTED HAIR and a thin, frail body. Her features are gorgeous, but she looks sick and haggard. She picks at her skin with yellowed, Nosferatu-like fingernails and chews idly on a limp lock of hair. Jennifer wears a tight T-shirt that says KETTLE HIGH FLAGS and underwear.
An `80s HORROR MOVIE flickers on the TV. Jennifer half- watches, distracted. NEEDY V.O. Jennifer didn't always look this rough. Actually, she was the prettiest girl in Devil's Kettle when she wasn't so...hungry.
Some recent photos on a corkboard reveal that Jennifer was indeed BEAUTIFUL AND CURVY.
She hadn't fed in weeks.
Jennifer rolls over and glances at the window briefly. We see the OUTSIDE of the house again. It's dark and silent, but for the nearly inaudible snapping of twigs. (CONTINUED)
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Jennifer turns her attention back to the TV. Suddenly, we see NEEDY'S FACE pop up against the window, white and startling. Before Jennifer notices, the face disappears. Outside the house, the bushes rustle. Needy is crouched below the window. We hear the pulsing of her HEART as if via ultrasound. It's a wet, rhythmic sound: Sploish, sploish, sploish.
Inside, Jennifer stretches and shuts off the TV. She turns out the light. A beat of silence. Then, the sound of cracking near the window. JENNIFER Huh? Needy PLUNGES through the window, screaming and brandishing a HAMMER. She takes a SWING at Jennifer's head, but misses and BURIES IT IN THE WALL, specifically in Jennifer's Fall Out Boy poster. Needy throws herself on top of Jennifer. She STRADDLES Jennifer and grips her throat, throttling her. NEEDY You'll throw me a bone, huh? Huh? You killed Chip! You goddamned monster! You...ZOMBITCH!
Jennifer struggles to fight off Needy in the darkness. Her clawlike fingernails rake Needy's back and arms.
Needy pulls a BOX CUTTER out of her waistband and flicks it open like a switchblade. Kshink! JENNIFER (GAGGING) Do you buy all your murder weapons at Home Depot? God, you're butch. NEEDY Know what this is for? Cutting boxes. She takes a swipe at Jennifer's CROTCH. Jennifer instinctively CLUTCHES herself and rears up in defense. We see Jennifer's mouth come down on Needy's neck. Needy shrieks as if BITTEN, but continues to strangle Jennifer, straddling her and bearing down.
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Jennifer's T-shirt slides up to her armpits, exposing her breasts. For a moment, her eyes meet Needy's and she grins. It's as if she has control over Needy for a split second, sexual control... Needy recoils and SLASHES Jennifer's body left and right with the box-cutter, marking a gory, oozing "X" on her torso. NEEDY (CONT'D) (HYSTERICAL) CROSS OUT JENNIFER! Jennifer gasps, staring at her wounds in shock and disbelief. She looks back up at Needy. A beat of silence. Suddenly, THE GIRLS' BODIES LEVITATE RAPIDLY TOWARD THE CEILING. They wrestle in a bloody, screaming airborne heap, their figures entwined. Their bodies FALL, collapsing back onto the bed with a thud.
Needy raises the box-cutter and plunges it into Jennifer's HEART. Blood GEYSERS from the wound.
(CHOKING)
My tit! Suddenly, the room is flooded with BRIGHT LIGHT, revealing a Needy straddling Jennifer's MUTLIATED BODY. Jennifer's breathing is a raspy death rattle. MRS. CHECK, a middle-aged woman in bad sleepwear and a worse perm rushes into the bedroom. MRS. CHECK Jennifer! What is it, baby? Oh my God! Oh my God! She pulls Needy off her daughter. Jennifer rolls over, gasping and bleeding. MRS. CHECK (CONT'D) (SHOCKED) Needy? Needy drops the boxcutter. It lands on Jennifer's copy of Flag Team Quarterly, splashing the model with fresh gore.
Is she dead, Mrs. Check? Did I get her?
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Mrs. Check cradles her maimed daughter on the floor like a white-trash Pieta. Jennifer takes one last breath, vomits blood, and DIES. Mrs. Check SCREAMS. Needy SMILES.
Three police cars squeal up to the curb with sirens and lights engaged. OFFICER ROMAN DUDA, 22, a muscular young COP, jogs authoritatively toward the house. He shakes his head, dumbfounded.
Christ, Needy, what have you done?
Needy, innocent-looking in PIGTAILS, is hustled into the back of the squad car. Her clothes and face are smeared with blood. Officer Duda starts the ignition. His partner, a hard- faced FEMALE COP, slides into the front seat. Her cap is pushed back to accommodate a huge round pouf of shellacked MALL BANGS. NEEDY Hi, Roman! How's the Force treating you? I like that jaunty cap. Blue like your balls. ROMAN How could you do this, Needy? (EMOTIONAL) You killed Jen-- Jennifer-- I mean, the victim. Are you on something?
Everything's going to be okay now. I rule. FEMALE COP Shut your mouth back there! NEEDY Hey. Didn't you used to baby-sit me in like 1998? When my mom worked the overnight at Hormel? The female cop fidgets uncomfortably. (CONTINUED)
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Yeah. Gracie, right? Gracie. I really like your hair, Gracie. How many cans of Salon Selectives did it take to erect that monument? The cop reaches into the backseat and SLAPS Needy, who hiccups with laughter. NEEDY (CONT'D) Watch it, Puffy Combs. That's police brutality! FEMALE COP You're one to talk about brutality, Ms. Lesnicki. You're looking at attempted murder.
Ugh, don't say attempted. That sounds so JV. Small time. Teeny- weeny, just like Officer Duda up there. And trust me-- I'd know. Roman swallows nervously, eyes on the road. Officer Warzak glances at him.
Let's get our facts straight: I successfully committed a hard core, fully premeditated murder back there. I fucking destroyed that brat, OK? I, Needy Lesnicki, put a stop-payment on Jennifer Check. She slumps down in the backseat. NEEDY (CONT'D) Why am I even in these cuffs? I just saved every guy in this town from becoming Satan Chow. I'm a hero. FEMALE COP She's delirious. ROMAN (MUTTERING) This is going to be a circus.
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At least we've already got a confession. NEEDY Confessions are for pussies. You've got a declaration, Grace. She giggles maniacally. Roman turns on the radio, violating protocol. It's a soaring rock anthem-- the SAME SONG we heard being piped into solitary confinement.
Both cops BRIGHTEN when they hear the song. Roman cranks the volume. ROMAN God, I love this song. FEMALE COP I know. And they've done so much for this town.
They're way more than a band, really. They're heroes. FEMALE COP Wait, this is my favorite part... Roman and the female cop begin to sing along with the uplifting, corny song:
(in unison)
"Through the trees, I will find you. Heal the ruins left inside you. And the stars will remind you, that you are home..."
Needy stares out the window at the sun creeping up over the forest on the horizon. NEEDY V.O. So I killed her. Whatever. It won't undo anything. Three pulses-- three lives-- all stopped cold by adolescent bloodlust. It's hard to believe that just two months ago, me, Jennifer and my boyfriend Chip were completely normal people. (MORE) (CONTINUED)
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NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D)
We were our yearbook pictures. Nothing more, nothing less.
We see a brief montage of black-and-white yearbook stills: JENNIFER executing the splits on a football field, her smile bright. NEEDY inspecting a school newspaper layout, pen in hand, glasses on her nose. And finally, CHIP DOVE, playing a strap-on snare drum at a school pep rally, his head bent in concentration....
Jesus, Chip..
The photo fades into the pep rally itself. CHIP is animated, drumming in full color...
CHIP drums on the sidelines of the Devil's Kettle High basketball court. The stands are packed with BORED STUDENTS for a pep rally. Chip is 16, clean cut, and an awful drummer. NEEDY V.O. Chip couldn't drum for shit. He only knew "Land of a Thousand Dances" and the solo from "Wipeout." Lucky for him, the pep band gig wasn't too demanding.
Sure enough, the band is playing "Land of a Thousand Dances." Nearby, the FLAG TEAM claps with gloved hands, picking up their flags for a choreographed stunt.
Jennifer steps forward in her flag team uniform, breathtakingly beautiful. She hoists her flag aloft, twirling it. Time FREEZES as the flag unfurls. NEEDY V.O. (CONT'D) If you can believe it, that's Jennifer. Yeah, the same girl I iced with the box-cutter. Only back then, we were tight. Sisters, practically. People found it hard to believe that a babe like Jennifer would associate with a dork like me. But we'd been the Wonder Twins since we were practically preverbal. Sandbox love never dies.
Jennifer finishes her maneuver and WAVES to the stands. Needy waves back at her excitedly from the bleachers, small and owlish with glasses and lank hair. (CONTINUED)
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CHASTITY, a similarly geeky-looking girl standing next to Needy, rolls her eyes at this display of affection. CHASTITY You're totally lesbigay. NEEDY What? She's my best friend. The geeky girl mockingly imitates Needy's excited wave. CHASTITY You stare at her like you want to dry hump her. Needy ignores her. CHASTITY (CONT'D) Like, hump her through pants. NEEDY (INTERRUPTING) Are you jealous?
Of what? That rich bitch? NEEDY She's not rich.
Needy digs through her locker, carefully selecting textbooks to take home. Jennifer skips up to her, smiling. JENNIFER Hey, Monistat. NEEDY What's up, Vagisil? JENNIFER You and me are going out tonight.
She checks herself out in Needy's locker mirror. NEEDY Tonight? Why? JENNIFER Soft Shoulder are playing at the Carousel. (MORE) (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: JENNIFER (CONT'D) And it's all-ages, for once, which means I won't have to play Hello Titty with the door guy. NEEDY What's Soft Shoulder?
They're this indie band from the city. I saw their MySpace and the singer is extra salty. And there will be lots of other salty morsels there for you. Come on Needy, it's the weekend! NEEDY It's Thursday.
Thursday counts as the weekend in college. And we're going to be in college twenty-three months from now. University of Northern Minnesota Duluth- woo! Needy continues loading her backpack. JENNIFER (CONT'D) Please, please you're a social disease? NEEDY I have to study. Jennifer pouts. With an outstretched finger, she draws a dramatic X in the air over Needy and boos loudly. JENNIFER (SHOUTING) Boo! Cross out Needy!
Needy blushes, shrinking self-consciously. She obviously hates to displease Jennifer. NEEDY Fine. What time is the show? JENNIFER I'll pick you up at 8:30. My mom has a date with that guy who owns the ham store.
He seems nice.
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(SMIRKING)
Yeah, Mom says he's got a huge... heart. So huge he gave her a recurring bladder infection. Wear something cool, okay? NEEDY Okay.
INT. NEEDY'S HOUSE - 8:45 A.M. Needy is standing in a small, dingy bathroom, trying on different configurations of clothing. NEEDY V.O. "Wear something cool" meant something very specific in Jennifer-speak. It meant I couldn't look like a nerd, but I couldn't upstage her either. I could expose my stomach, but never cleavage. Tits were her trademark.
Needy wiggles her jeans a bit lower, exposing her childishly round tummy. She walks out of the bathroom into her bedroom, a frilly pink hell complete with canopy bed. CHIP DOVE is sitting on the bed, looking lost in all that pink. He raises an eyebrow at Needy's abdomen. CHIP Those jeans are hella low. I can almost see your front butt. NEEDY Chip, it's a rock show. This is my rock look.
I can see, like, your womb. Needy sighs and hoists up her pants. CHIP (CONT'D) Why are you blowing me off for some dumb concert, anyway? We were supposed to have Movie Night. I even rented Orca. It's like Jaws, except with a harmless whale.
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Jennifer needs me. She really wants to go see this band. It's extremely important to her. CHIP I've never even heard of Soft Shoulder. Which one is Jennifer stalking? NEEDY The lead singer, of course. Girls like her don't go out with drummers. CHIP Thanks a lot! NEEDY No offense. I mean, she'd probably make an exception for a drummer who was also the lead singer. CHIP Like Phil Collins. NEEDY Who's Phil Collins? CHIP Forget it. He's seminal, but whatever...
Anyway, this singer guy is like 22, so he could get locked up in the state pen if he actually dated her. But Jennifer says he's extra salty, so... CHIP Salty. You guys ever going to stop using that secret language?
"Salty" means beautiful. CHIP Then you must be soy sauce, babe. Needy and CHIP start MAKING OUT. CHIP unbuckles his belt eagerly even though they've barely begun. Needy stops.
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Jennifer's here. CHIP How do you know? Needy shrugs. A beat of silence. Then we hear the door swing open. JENNIFER'S VOICE floats up from downstairs. JENNIFER (O.S.) Needy, quit tampooning yourself and get down here! CHIP That's fucking weird. NEEDY (straightening her CLOTHES) I'd better hurry. CHIP You always do what Jennifer tells you to do. Needy pulls her NECKLACE out from beneath her shirt and flashes a heart-shaped "B.F.F." charm at Chip.
She's my best friend, Chip. Remember? This necklace is no joke. CHIP sighs, resigned. They head downstairs.
INT. NEEDY'S HOUSE (LIVING ROOM) - SAME Jennifer is waiting in the front hallway. She's heavily made-up and dressed in a predictably sexy outfit. She dangles a set of car keys in front of Needy and CHIP. JENNIFER (GLOATING) Guess who's got the whip `til 11:30? A 2003 Chrysler Sebring and it's all mine.
Wow.
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You're lucky you get to ride with me to the club in style! She does a sexy little dance in the doorway, then notices CHIP.
Oh, hi Chip. Do you like puppies? She grabs her boobs and thrusts her chest outward at him, giggling. Needy watches jealously and MANEUVERS HER WAY IN FRONT OF JENNIFER. CHIP I think you forgot, like, two buttons.
I think she remembered two buttons.
Jennifer sniffs the air. JENNIFER It smells like Thai food in here. (BEAT) Have you guys been fucking? NEEDY You're gross!
She shoves Jennifer and they begin wrestling playfully. CHIP slumps against the wall, staring awestruck at Jennifer's cleavage. JENNIFER Okay, let's go to the club. The three of them shuffle onto the porch. Needy locks the door. CHIP The Carousel is not a club. JENNIFER Eat my ass, Chip. You're just jello `cause you're not invited. CHIP I'm not jello! That place is gross. Everyone there has a mustache.
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You're totally jello! You're lime green jello and you can't even admit it. The girls scamper toward the car.
(calling after them)
Stop kidnapping my girlfriend!
THE CAROUSEL is a run-down tavern at the edge of town, the kind with NASCAR posters, wobbly chairs and strands of plastic pennants crisscrossing the ceiling. It's a busy night and the bar is teeming with locals. A bartender sells a CASE OF BEER to a customer and passes it over the bar. NEEDY V.O. Chip was right. The Carousel is definitely not a club. Clubs are for attractive people in populous urban areas. Clubs have DJs and champagne and separate bathrooms for guys and girls. All we have is a broken jukebox, a few domestic taps and the Sticker Toilet.
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We see a lone, nasty-looking TOILET covered in BAND STICKERS. BACK ON NEEDY: Needy and Jennifer enter the bar. Every guy in the joint stares at Jennifer, who snaps her "MINOR" wristband distastefully. JENNIFER God, I can't wait until I'm old enough to get wasted. Have you ever had peach schnapps?
I don't think so.
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Peach schnapps are excellent. They even taste good when they come out of your nose mid-puke. A teenage guy, CRAIG, passes by and waves.
Hi Jennifer. You look nice. JENNIFER (without enthusiasm) What up, Craig. She elbows Needy and makes a GAGGING GESTURE. JENNIFER (CONT'D) He thinks he's cute enough for me. No wonder he's in retard math. Jennifer pulls out a pack of Camel Wides and lights one awkwardly. Needy notices AHMET FROM INDIA, a FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT, standing by himself away from the crowd. NEEDY Hey, it's Ahmet from India. The foreign exchange guy. He's all by himself.
I can't believe we traded a cute hockey player for that. NEEDY He seems okay. He's got that cool elephant statue in his locker. JENNIFER Do you think he's circumcised? I always wanted to try sea cucumber. NEEDY Ew! ROMAN DUDA saunters up to Jennifer, swigging a bottle of beer. He snatches the pack of cigarettes away from her. ROMAN You're smoking dicks now, Jen? JENNIFER What? I like the Wides.
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She sticks the fat cigarette between her lips and inhales pointedly. ROMAN I just bet you do. I should arrest you for possession under the legal age.
Arrest me, pfft! You're not even out of the academy yet, Roman! ROMAN Two more months and I'm on the force for real. Then I'll be able to cuff you whenever the hell I want. He grips her wrist and twists it behind her back. JENNIFER How will I wait that long? She paws Roman's crotch discreetly. Needy winces. ROMAN Not here, babe. I gotta keep my nose clean. NEEDY (POINTING) Look, there's the band!
A group of skinny INDIE ROCK BOYS are setting up their equipment on a pathetically tiny stage-- it's more like a dais. The LEAD SINGER has intense, spooky eyes, nearly obscured by a shock of hair. The locals, mostly good ol' boys, eye the band suspiciously. JENNIFER You can tell they're from the city. ROMAN Yeah, `cause they look like a bunch of faygos. JENNIFER You would think that. You're such a small-time Gomer. I wish we had more guys like that in Devil's Kettle. All stylish and shit. Needy nods dumbly. She stares at the band, awestruck. (CONTINUED)
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They look so-- so cool. She gazes at the stage, hearing only the whistling rush of ARCTIC AIR. In SLOW MOTION, the GUITARIST unsheathes his Fender Jaguar from its gig bag. He notices her staring and runs the tip of his tongue over his lips. Needy swallows hard. JENNIFER Hey, I think they need two groupies. Come on! It'll be like Almost Famous! I'll be Penny Lane and you can be the other girl. She grabs Needy's hand and enthusiastically tries to drag her toward the stage.
No!
Don't be J.V., Needy. They're just boys. Morsels. We have all the power, don't you know that? She plants her hands on Needy's CHEST. JENNIFER (CONT'D) These things are like smart bombs. Point `em in the right direction and shit gets real.
Needy shrugs free of Jennifer's grasp and follows her reluctantly across the room.
The lead singer of Soft Shoulder, NIKOLAI WOLF, is already striding forward to meet them at the lip of the stage. His gait is as smooth as his shock of dyed-black hair.
Hi. Um, we just really wanted to meet you or something? I'm Jennifer Check and this is my friend. NIKOLAI I'm Nikolai Wolf, and this is my band. He reaches down and pumps Jennifer's outstretched hand.
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(AWKWARD)
Yeah! Soft Shoulder, right? I've heard you guys are super, super good at playing your instruments. NIKOLAI I hope we can live up to such...high praise. NEEDY Hey, if you don't mind me asking, why did you want to play all the way out here in Devil's Kettle? You live in the city, right? NIKOLAI Yeah. But I think it's so important to connect with our fans in rural areas. Plus, the audiences in small towns really appreciate us. JENNIFER Can I show you my appreciation right now? Needy looks at the floor, embarrassed.
Jennifer's voice scales up nervously. JENNIFER (CONT'D) Like, I'll buy you a drink? I mean, I'll see if I can get you a drink. They make this great 9/11 tribute shooter? It's red, white and blue, but you have to drink it fast or it gets all brownish. NIKOLAI (GRIMACING) Mmm. Jennifer hurries off toward the bar.
Needy moves self-consciously into a nearby corner, not wanting to continue the conversation with Nikolai alone. A LOCAL plugs a Loretta Lynn tune into the jukebox, with a challenging stare at the band. A DRUNK COUPLE begins two-stepping in front of the stage. Nikolai walks up to the guitar player, DIRK, and pulls him aside. Needy pricks up her ears and listens. (CONTINUED)
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Dirk, what about her? DIRK (gesturing to Needy) Who, Training Bra Jones?
Needy looks offended. NIKOLAI No, the hot one. The one who just walked away. She's it, man. She's exactly what we're looking for. DIRK You're sure she's... NIKOLAI She's a kid. We're in God's country, man. Everyone out here's a fundie bible-banger. Of course she's a virgin. Dirk hesitates. NIKOLAI (CONT'D) Dirk, we didn't haul our asses out to this corn palace for nothing! DIRK Fine. Okay. You know, I know I'm not "just the bassist." I'm a person who happens to play the bass guitar. And I would like some respect...
Nikolai is already ignoring him. Needy, alarmed, emerges from her hiding place and discreetly rushes over to the bar where Jennifer is arguing with a jealous-looking Roman. He shakes his head in disgust and leaves the bar. Jennifer walks over holding an ostentatious PATRIOTIC THEMED DRINK. She laughs when she sees Needy's concerned expression. JENNIFER What? Are you scared of rock stars too? NEEDY Those guys are rank, Jen. Just forget about it. (CONTINUED)
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I think the singer wants me. NEEDY Only because he thinks you're a virgin. I heard them talking.
Yeah, right! I'm not even a backdoor-virgin anymore, thanks to Roman. By the way, that hurts. I couldn't even go to flags the next day. I had to stay home and sit on a bag of frozen peas. NEEDY Oh my God.
Well, if Nikolai wants innocent, I can do innocent. I'll be Little Miss Fucking Sunshine. NEEDY He's way too old for you. JENNIFER Don't cock-block me, Needy.
Piercing FEEDBACK signals the beginning of the set. Nikolai takes the mic and smiles broadly. NIKOLAI Good evening, Devil's Lake. Someone in the back shouts "Devil's Kettle!" NIKOLAI (CONT'D) Sorry. Anyway, we're Soft Shoulder. And we just want to make you happy. He WINKS at Jennifer. The band launch into the same intense, soaring song we heard in the COP CAR and the HOLE. Jennifer's eyes never leave Nikolai's. She's hypnotized, clinging to Needy's arm. Even the locals look charmed. Suddenly, a lick of FLAME appears on the wood paneling next to the stage. Needy is the first to notice. As she watches in horror, the fire is reflected in her glasses.
