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"10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU"

written by

Karen McCullah Lutz & Kirsten Smith

Based on "Taming of the Shrew"

By

William Shakespeare

Revision November 12, 1997



PADUA HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Welcome to Padua High School, your typical urban-suburban
high school in Portland, Oregon. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,
Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep
out of their eyes and head for the main building.

PADUA HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY

KAT STRATFORD, eighteen, pretty -- but trying hard not to be --
in a baggy granny dress and glasses, balances a cup of coffee
and a backpack as she climbs out of her battered, baby blue
'75 Dodge Dart.

A stray SKATEBOARD clips her, causing her to stumble and
spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.

The young RIDER dashes over to help, trembling when he sees
who his board has hit.

RIDER
Hey -- sorry.

Cowering in fear, he attempts to scoop up her scattered
belongings.

KAT
Leave it.

He persists.

KAT
I said, leave it!

She grabs his skateboard and uses it to SHOVE him against a
car, skateboard tip to his throat. He whimpers pitifully and
she lets him go. A path clears for her as she marches through
a pack of fearful students and SLAMS open the door, entering
school.

INT. GIRLS' ROOM - DAY

BIANCA STRATFORD, a beautiful sophomore, stands facing the
mirror, applying lipstick. Her less extraordinary, but still
cute friend, CHASTITY stands next to her.

BIANCA
Did you change your hair?

CHASTITY
No.

BIANCA
You might wanna think about it.

Leave the girls' room and enter the hallway.

HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Bianca is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd, both
boys and girls alike.

BOY
(adoring)
Hey, Bianca.

GIRL
Awesome shoes.

The greetings continue as Chastity remains wordless and
unaddressed by her side. Bianca smiles proudly, acknowledging
her fans.

GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY

CAMERON JAMES, a clean-cut, easy-going senior with an open,
farm-boy face, sits facing Miss Perky, an impossibly cheery
guidance counselor.

MISS PERKY
I'm sure you won't find Padua any
different than your old school. Same
little asswipe mother-fuckers
everywhere.

Her plastic smile never leaves her face. Cameron fidgets in
his chair uncomfortably.

MISS PERKY
Any questions?

CAMERON
I don't think so, ma'am

MISS PERKY
Then go forth. Scoot. I've got
deviants to see.

Cameron rises to leave and makes eye contact with PATRICK
VERONA, a sullen-looking bad ass senior who waits outside Ms
Perky's door. His slouch and smirk let us know how cool he
is.

Miss Perky looks down at her file and up at Patrick

MISS PERKY
Patrick Verona. I see we're making
our visits a weekly ritual.

She gives him a withering glance. He answers with a charming
smile.

PATRICK
I missed you.

MISS PERKY
It says here you exposed yourself to
a group of freshmen girls.

PATRICK
It was a bratwurst. I was eating
lunch.

MISS PERKY
With the teeth of your zipper?

She motions for Patrick to enter her office and Cameron
shuffles out the door, bumping into MICHAEL ECKMAN, a lanky,
brainy senior who will either end up a politician or game
show host.

MICHAEL
You the new guy?

CAMERON
So they tell me...

MICHAEL
C'mon. I'm supposed to give you the
tour.

They head out of the office.

MICHAEL
So -- which Dakota you from?

CAMERON
North, actually. How'd you...?

MICHAEL
I was kidding. People actually live
there?

CAMERON
Yeah. A couple. We're outnumbered by
the cows, though.

MICHAEL
How many people were in your old
school?

CAMERON
Thirty-two.

MICHAEL
Get out!

CAMERON
How many people go here?

MICHAEL
Couple thousand. Most of them evil.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Prom posters adorn the wall. Michael steers Cameron through
the crowd as he points to various cliques.

MICHAEL
We've got your basic beautiful people.
Unless they talk to you first, don't
bother.

The beautiful people pass, in full jock/cheerleader splendor.

MICHAEL
Those're your cowboys.

Several Stetson-wearing, big belt buckle. Wrangler guys walk
by.

CAMERON
That I'm used to.

MICHAEL
Yeah, but these guys have never seen
a horse. They just jack off to Clint
Eastwood.

They pass an espresso cart with a group of teens huddled
around it.

MICHAEL
To the right, we have the Coffee
Kids. Very edgy. Don't make any sudden
movements around them.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Michael continues the tour.

MICHAEL
And these delusionals are the White
Rastae.

Several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets
lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them.

MICHAEL
Big Marley fans. Think they're black.
Semi-political, but mostly, they
watch a lot of Wild Kingdom, if you
know what I mean.

Michael waves to DEREK, the one with the longest dreads.

MICHAEL
Derek -- save some for after lunch,
bub?

DEREK
(very stoned)
Michael, my brother, peace.

Cameron turns to follow Michael as they walk into the
cafeteria.

CAMERON
So where do you fit in all this?

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Loud music and loud students. Michael sits with a group of
studious-looking teens.

MICHAEL
Future MBAs -- We're all Ivy League,
already accepted. Someday I'll be
sipping Merlot while those guys --

He points to the table of jocks, as they torture various
passers-by.

MICHAEL
Are fixing my Saab. Yuppie greed is
back, my friend.

He points proudly to the ALLIGATOR on his shirt.

Cameron stops listening as BIANCA walks by, and we go SLO
MO. Pure and perfect, she passes Cameron and Michael without
a look.

Cameron is smitten.

CAMERON
That girl -- I --

MICHAEL
You burn, you pine, you perish?

CAMERON
Who is she?

MICHAEL
Bianca Stratford. Sophomore. Don't
even think about it

CAMERON
Why not?

MICHAEL
I could start with your haircut, but
it doesn't matter. She's not allowed
to date until her older sister does.
And that's an impossibility.

ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

A room full of bored seniors doodle and scare off into space
MS. BLAISE, the one-step-away-from-medication English Teacher,
tries to remember what she's talking about.

MRS. BLAISE
Well, then. Oh, yes. I guess that
does it for our analysis of The Old
Man and the Sea. Any other comments?
(with dread)
Kat?

Kat, the girl we saw as we entered the school, slowly cakes
off her glasses and speaks up.

KAT
Why didn't we just read the Hardy
Boys?

MRS. BLAISE
I'm sorry?

KAT
This book is about a guy and his
fishing habit. Not exactly a crucial
topic.

The other students roll their eyes.

KAT
Frankly, I'm baffled as to why we
still revere Hemingway. He was an
abusive, alcoholic misogynist who
had a lot of cats.

JOEY DORSEY, a well-muscled jock with great cheekbones, makes
fun of her from his row.

JOEY
As opposed to a bitter self-righteous
hag who has no friends?

A few giggles. Kat ignores him. A practiced gesture.

MRS. BLAISE
That's enough, Mr. Dorsey.

Really gets fired up now.

KAT
I guess the school board thinks
because Hemingway's male and an
asshole, he's worthy of our time.

She looks up at Ms. Blaise, who is now fighting with her
pill box.

KAT
What about Colette? Charlotte Bronte?
Simone de Beauvoir?

Patrick, lounging in his seat in the back row, elbows a crusty-
looking crony, identified by the name SCURVY, embroidered on
his workshirt.

PATRICK
Mother Goose?

The class titters. Kat wears an expression of intolerance

INT. GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY

Kat now sits before Miss Perky.

MISS PERKY
Katarina Stratford. My, my. You've
been terrorizing Ms. Blaise again.

KAT
Expressing my opinion is not a
terrorist action.

MISS PERKY
Well, yes, compared to your other
choices of expression this year,
today's events are quite mild. By
the way, Bobby Rictor's gonad
retrieval operation went quite well,
in case you're interested.

KAT
I still maintain that he kicked
himself in the balls. I was merely a
spectator.

MISS PERKY
The point is Kat -- people perceive
you as somewhat...

Kat smiles at her, daring her to say it.

KAT
Tempestuous?

MISS PERKY
No... I believe "heinous bitch" is
the term used most often.

She grimaces, as if she's referring to a medical condition.

MISS PERKY
You might want to work on that.

Kat rises from her chair with a plastic smile matching the
counselor's.

KAT
As always, thank you for your
excellent guidance.

INT. SOPHOMORE ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

Bianca ignores the droning teacher as she writes a note in
big flowing handwriting.

TEACHER (O.S.)
I realize the language of Mr.
Shakespeare makes him a bit daunting,
but I'm sure you're all doing your
best.

Bianca folds the note and passes it behind her with a flip
of her hair to CHASTITY. Chastity opens the note and reads:

INSERT - "JOEY DORSEY SAID HI TO ME IN THE HALL! OH! MY GOD!"

Chastity frowns to herself.

TEACHER (O.S.)
Ms. Stratford, do you care to comment
on what you've read so far?

Bianca looks up and smiles the smile of Daddy's little girl.

BIANCA
Not really.

The teacher shakes her head, but lets it go.

MANDELLA, a waif-like senior girl who sits off to the side
trying to slit her wrist with the plastic spiral on her
notebook, looks up and raises her hand.

TEACHER
Mandella -- since you're assisting
us, you might as well comment. I'm
assuming you read the assignment.

MANDELLA
Uh, yeah, I read it all.

TEACHER
The whole play?

MANDELIA
The whole folio. All the plays.

TEACHER
(disbelieving)
You've read every play by William
Shakespeare?

MANDELLA
Haven't you?

She raises a challenging eyebrow. The stunned teacher doesn't
answer and goes to call on the next student.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Mandella and Kat sit down in the quiet corner. They are eating
a carton of yogurt with gusto.

MANDELLA
Your sister is so amazingly without.
She'll never read him. She has no
idea.

Kat attacks.

KAT
The fact that you're cutting gym so
you can T.A. Sophomore English just
to hear his name, is a little without
in itself if you ask me.

Kat's attention is caught by Patrick as he walks by with his
friends, lighting up a cigarette. Mandella notices her
staring.

MANDELLA
Who's that?

KAT
Patrick Verona. Random skid.

MANDELLA
That's Pat Verona? The one who was
gone for a year? I heard he was doing
porn movies.

KAT
I'm sure he's completely incapable
of doing anything that interesting.

MANDELLA
He always look so...

KAT
Block E?

Kat turns back to face Mandella and forces her yogurt into
Mandella's hand.

KAT
Mandella, eat. Starving yourself is
a very slow way to die.

MANDELLA
Just a little.

She eats. Kat sees her wrist.

KAT
What's this?

MANDELLA
An attempted slit.

Kat stares at her, expressionless.

KAT
I realize that the men of this fine
institution are severely lacking,
but killing yourself so you can be
with William Shakespeare is beyond
the scope of normal teenage
obsessions. You're venturing far
past daytime talk show fodder and
entering the world of those who need
very expensive therapy.

MANDELLA
But imagine the things he'd say during
sex.

Thinks a minute.

KAT
Okay, say you do it. You kill
yourself, you end up in wherever you
end up and he's there. Do you really
think he's gonna wanna date a ninety
pound compulsive who failed
volleyball?

Mandella's attention is struck by Bianca

ACROSS THE COURTYARD

As she and Chastity parade by Joey and his COHORTS. One of
the cohorts elbows Joey.

COHORT
Virgin alert.

Joey looks up and smiles at Bianca.

JOEY
Lookin' good, ladies.

Bianca smiles her coyest of smiles.

BACK TO KAT AND MANDELLA

Still watching.

MANDELLA
Tragic.

Doesn't respond.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Michael and Cameron observe Joey's leers at Bianca from their
bench in another corner. Cowboys eating out of a can of beans
linger on the grass behind them.

CAMERON
Why do girls like that always like
guys like that?

MICHAEL
Because they're bred to. Their mothers
liked guys like that, and their
grandmothers before them. Their gene
pool is rarely diluted.

CAMERON
He always have that shit-eating grin?

MICHAEL
Joey Dorsey? Perma-shit-grin. I wish
I could say he's a moron, but he's
number twelve in the class. And a
model. Mostly regional stuff, but
he's rumored to have a big tube sock
ad coming out.

The BELL rings, and the cowboys stand and spit into their
empty bean cans. Cameron and Michael rise as Cameron tries
to catch a glimpse of Bianca as she walks back inside.

MICHAEL
You know French?

CAMERON
Sure do... my Mom's from Canada

MICHAEL
Guess who just signed up for a tutor?

CAMERON
You mean I'd get a chance to talk to
her?

MICHAEL
You could consecrate with her, my
friend.

Cameron watches as Bianca flounces back into the building.

EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - DAY

Kat and Mandella walk toward Kat's car. Joey pulls up beside
her in his Viper.

JOEY
(re: her dress)
The vintage look is over, Kat. Haven't
you been reading your Sassy?

KAT
Yeah, and I noticed the only part of
you featured in your big Kmart spread
was your elbow. Tough break.

JOEY
(practically spitting)
They're running the rest of me next
month.

He zooms away as Kat yanks open the door of her Dart. Mandella
ties a silk scarf around her head, as if they're in a
convertible.

KAT
The people at this school are so
incredibly foul.

MANDELLA
You could always go with me. I'm
sure William has some friends.

They watch Joey's car as he slows next to Bianca and Chastity
as they walk toward the school bus.

ON BIANCA AND CHASTITY

JOEY
Need a ride, ladies?

Bianca and Chastity can't get in Joey's car fast enough. He
pulls away with a smile.

BACK TO KAT AND MANDELLA

Mandella lowers her sunglasses to watch.

MANDELLA
That's a charming new development.

Kat doesn't answer, but reaches over and puts a tape in the
tape deck. The sounds of JOYFUL PUNK ROCK fill the car.

As they pull out, Michael crosses in front of them on his
moped. Kat has to SLAM the brakes to keep from hitting him.

KAT
(yelling)
Remove head from sphincter! Then
pedal!

Michael begins fearfully pedaling as Kat PEELS out, angry at
the delay.

Cameron rushes over.

CAMERON
You all right?

He slows to a stop.

MICHAEL
Yeah, just a minor encounter with
the shrew.

CAMERON
That's her? Bianca's sister?

MICHAEL
The mewling, rampalian wretch herself.

Michael putters off, leaving Cameron dodging Patrick's grimy,
grey Jeep -- a vehicle several years and many paint jobs
away from its former glory as a REGULATION MAIL TRUCK -- as
he sideswipes several cars on his way out of the lot.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE - DAY

SHARON STRATFORD, attractive and focused, sits in front of
her computer, typing quickly. A shelf next to her holds
several bodice-ripper romance novels, bearing her name.

Kat stands behind her, reading over her shoulder as she types.

KAT
"Undulating with desire, Adrienne
removes her crimson cape, revealing
her creamy --"

WALTER STRATFORD, a blustery, mad scientist-type obstetrician,
enters through the front door, wearing a doctor's white jacket
and carrying his black bag.

WALTER
I hope dinner's ready because I only
have ten minutes before Mrs. Johnson
squirts out a screamer.

He grabs the mail and rifles through it, as he bends down to
kiss Sharon on the cheek.

SHARON
In the microwave.

WALTER
(to Kat)
Make anyone cry today?

KAT
Sadly, no. But it's only four-thirty.

Bianca walks in.

KAT
Where've you been?

BIANCA
(eyeing Walter)
Nowhere... Hi, Daddy.

She kisses him on the cheek.

WALTER
Hello, precious.

Walter kisses Bianca back as Kat heads up the stairs

KAT
How touching.

Walter holds up a letter to Kat

WALTER
What's this? It says Sarah Lawrence?

Snatches it away from him.

KAT
I guess I got in.

Sharon looks up from her computer.

SHARON
What's a synonym for throbbing?

WALTER
Sarah Lawrence is on the other side
of the country.

KAT
I know.

WALTER
I thought we decided you were going
to school here. At U of 0.

KAT
You decided.

BIANCA
Is there even a question that we
want her to stay?

Kat gives Bianca an evil look then smiles sweetly at Walter.

KAT
Ask Bianca who drove her home.

SHARON
Swollen... turgid.

WALTER
(to Bianca; upset)
Who drove you home?

Bianca glares at Kat then turns to Walter

BIANCA
Now don't get upset. Daddy, but
there's this boy... and I think he
might ask...

WALTER
No! You're not dating until your
sister starts dating. End of
discussion.

BIANCA
What if she never starts dating?

WALTER
Then neither will you. And I'll get
to sleep at night.

BIANCA
But it's not fair -- she's a mutant,
Daddy!

KAT
This from someone whose diary is
devoted to favorite grooming tips?

WALTER
Enough!

He pulls out a small tape recorder from his black bag.

WALTER
Do you know what this is?

He hits the "play' button and SHRIEKS OF PAIN emanate from
the tape recorder.

BIANCA AND WALTER
(in unison, by rote)
The sound of a fifteen-year-old in
labor.

WALTER
This is why you're not dating until
your sister does.

BIANCA
But she doesn't want to date.

WALTER
Exactly my point.

His BEEPER goes off and he grabs his bag again.

WALTER
Jesus! Can a man even grab a sandwich
before you women start dilating?

SHARON
Tumescent!

WALTER
(to Sharon; as he
leaves)
You're not helping.

INT. TUTORING ROOM - DAY

Cameron sits with an empty chair beside him. Bianca arrives
in a flurry of blonde hair.

BIANCA
Can we make this quick? Roxanne
Korrine and Andrew Barrett are having
an incredibly horrendous public break-
up on the quad. Again.

CAMERON
Well, I thought we'd start with
pronunciation, if that's okay with
you.

BIANCA
Not the hacking and gagging and
spitting part. Please.

CAMERON
(looking down)
Okay... then how 'bout we try out
some French cuisine. Saturday? Night?

Bianca smiles slowly.

BIANCA
You're asking me out. That's so cute.
What's your name again?

CAMERON
(embarrassed)
Forget it.

Bianca seizes an opportunity.

BIANCA
No, no, it's my fault -- we didn't
have a proper introduction ---

CAMERON
Cameron.

BIANCA
The thing is, Cameron -- I'm at the
mercy of a particularly hideous breed
of loser. My sister. I can't date
until she does.

CAMERON
Seems like she could get a date easy
enough...

She fingers a lock of her hair. He looks on, dazzled.

BIANCA
The problem is, she's completely
anti-social.

CAMERON
Why?

BIANCA
Unsolved mystery. She used to be
really popular when she started high
school, then it was just like she
got sick of it or something.

CAMERON
That's a shame.

She reaches out and touches his arm

BIANCA
Gosh, if only we could find Kat a
boyfriend...

CAMERON
Let me see what I can do.

Cameron smiles, having no idea how stupid he is.

INT. BIOLOGY CLASS

A frog is being torn asunder by several prongs and picks.
Michael and Cameron go for the spleen.

MICHAEL
You're in school for one day and you
ask out the most beautiful girl? Do
you have no concept of the high school
social code?

Cameron grins away.

CAMERON
I teach her French, get to know her,
dazzle her with charm and she falls
in love with me.

MICHAEL
Unlikely, but even so, she still
can't go out with you. So what's the
point?

Cameron motions with his head toward Patrick, a few lab tables
away. He's wearing biker glasses instead of goggles as he
tries to revive his frog.

CAMERON
What about him?

MICHAEL
(confused)
You wanna go out with him?

The others at the lab table raise their eyebrows

CAMERON
(impatient)
No -- he could wrangle with the
sister.

Michael smiles. Liking the intrigue.

MICHAEL
What makes you think he'll do it?

CAMERON
He seems like he thrives on danger

MICHAEL
No kidding. He's a criminal. I heard
he lit a state trooper on fire. He
just got out of Alcatraz...

CAMERON
They always let felons sit in on
Honors Biology?

MICHAEL
I'm serious, man, he's whacked. He
sold his own liver on the black market
so he could buy new speakers.

CAMERON
Forget his reputation. Do you think
we've got a plan or not?

MICHAEL
Did she actually say she'd go out
with you?

CAMERON
That's what I just said.

Michael processes this.

MICHAEL
You know, if you do go out with
Bianca, you'd be set. You'd outrank
everyone. Strictly A-list. With me
by your side.

CAMERON
I thought you hated those people.

MICHAEL
Hey -- I've gotta have a few clients
when I get to Wall Street.

A cowboy flicks the frog's heart into one of the Coffee Kid's
latte. Cameron presses on, over the melee.

CAMERON
So now all we gotta do is talk to
him.

He points to Patrick, who now makes his frog hump another
frog, with full-on sound effects.

MICHAEL
I'll let you handle that.

INT. WOODSHOP - DAY

Boys and a few stray girls nail their pieces of wood Michael
sits next to PEPE, a Coffee Kid, who holds out his jacket
like the men who sell watches in the subway. Inside several
bags of coffee hang from hooks.

PEPE
Some people like the Colombian, but
it all depends on your acidity
preference. Me? I prefer East African
and Indonesian. You start the day
with a Sumatra Boengie or maybe and
Ethiopian Sidamo in your cup, you're
that much farther ahead than someone
drinkin' Cosia Rican or Kona -- you
know what I mean?

Michael nods solemnly.

ACROSS THE ROOM

Patrick sits at a table with Scurvy, making something that
looks like a machete out of a two-by-four.

Cameron approaches, full of good-natured farm boy cheer

CAMERON
Hey, there...

In response, Patrick brandishes a loud POWER TOOL in his
direction.

Cameron slinks away.

CAMERON
Later, then.

Michael watches, shaking his head.

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

Joey and his pals take turns drawing boobs onto a cafeteria
tray with a magic marker.

Michael walks up and sits between them, casual as can be

MICHAEL
Hey.

JOEY
Are you lost?

MICHAEL
Nope -- just came by to chat

JOEY
We don't chat.

MICHAEL
Well, actually, I thought I'd run an
idea by you. You know, just to see
if you're interested.

JOEY
We're not.

He grabs Michael by the side of the head, and proceeds to
draw a penis on his cheek with the magic marker. Michael
suffers the indignity and speaks undaunted.

MICHAEL
(grimacing)
Hear me out. You want Bianca don't
you?

Joey sits back and cackles at his drawing.

MICHAEL
But she can't go out with you because
her sister is this insane head case
and no one will go out with her.
right?

JOEY
Does this conversation have a purpose?

MICHAEL
So what you need to do is recruit a
guy who'll go out with her. Someone
who's up for the job.

Michael points to Patrick, who makes a disgusted face at his
turkey pot pie before he rises and throws it at the garbage
can, rather than in it.

JOEY
That guy? I heard he ate a live duck
once. Everything but the beak and
the feet.

MICHAEL
Exactly.

Joey turns to look at Michael.

JOEY
What's in it for you?

MICHAEL
Oh, hey, nothin' man. Purely good
will on my part.

He rises to leave and turns to the others.

MICHAEL
I have a dick on my face, don't I?

INT. BOY'S ROOM - DAY

Michael stands at the sink, trying to scrub Joey's artwork
off his face as Cameron watches.

CAMERON
You got him involved?

MICHAEL
Like we had a choice? Besides --
when you let the enemy think he's
orchestrating the battle, you're in
a position of power. We let him
pretend he's calling the shots, and
while he's busy setting up the plan,
you have time to woo Bianca.

Cameron grins and puts an arm around him

CAMERON
You're one brilliant guy Michael.

Pulls back, noticing other guys filing in.

MICHAEL
Hey -- I appreciate gratitude as
much as the next guy, but it's not
gonna do you any good to be known as
New Kid Who Embraces Guys In The
Bathroom.

Cameron pulls back and attempts to posture himself in a manly
way for the others, now watching.

INT. KENNY'S THAI FOOD DINER - DAY

Kat and Mandella pick apart their pad Thai. Mandella is
smoking.

KAT
So he has this huge raging fit about
Sarah Lawrence and insists that I go
to his male-dominated, puking frat
boy, number one golf team school. I
have no say at all.

MANDELLA
William would never have gone to a
state school.

KAT
William didn't even go to high school.

MANDELLA
That's never been proven.

KAT
Neither has his heterosexuality.

Mandella replies with a look of ice. Kat uses the moment to
stub out Mandella's cigarette.

KAT
I appreciate your efforts toward a
speedy death, but I'm consuming.
(pointing at her food)
Do you mind?

MANDELLA
Does it matter?

KAT
If I was Bianca, it would be, "Any
school you want, precious. Don't
forget your tiara."

They both look up as Patrick enters. He walks up to the
counter to place his order.

Mandella leans toward Kat with the glow of fresh gossip

MANDELLA
Janice Parker told me he was a roadie
for Marilyn Manson.

Patrick nods at them as he takes his food outside.

KAT
Janice Parker is an idiot

INT. MISS PERKY'S OFFICE - DAY

Patrick sits before Miss Perky, eating his Thai food.

MISS PERKY
(looking at chart)
I don't understand, Patrick. You
haven't done anything asinine this
week. Are you not feeling well?

PATRICK
Touch of the flu.

MISS PERKY
I'm at a loss, then. What should we
talk about? Your year of absence?

He smiles his charming smile.

PATRICK
How 'bout your sex life?

She tolerates his comment with her withering glance.

MISS PERKY
Why don't we discuss your driving
need to be a hemorrhoid?

PATRICK
What's to discuss?

MISS PERKY
You weren't abused, you aren't stupid,
and as far as I can tell, you're
only slightly psychotic -- so why is
it that you're such a fuck-up?

PATRICK
Well, you know -- there's the prestige
of the job title... and the benefits
package is pretty good...

The bell RINGS.

MISS PERKY
Fine. Go do something repugnant and
give us something to talk about next
week.

INT. TUTORING ROOM - DAY

Several pairs of tutors and students sit at the various desks.

Mandella sits with TREVOR, a White Rasta. She attempts to
get him to do geometry, but he stares at her, as if smitten.

MANDELLA
Look, it's really easy.

TREVOR
You're a freedom fighter. Be proud,
sister.

Mandella sets down her pencil and closes the book.

MANDELLA
(rotely)
It's Mandella with two L's. I am not
related to Nelson Mandela. I am not
a political figure. I do not live in
South Africa. My parents just spent
a few too many acid trips thinking
they were revolutionaries.

TREVOR
But you freed our people.

MANDELLA
Your "people" are white, suburban
high school boys who smoke too much
hemp. I have not freed you, Trevor.
(grabbing his arm
dramatically)
Only you can free yourself.

ACROSS THE ROOM Bianca and Cameron sit side by side, cozy as
can be.

BIANCA
C'esc ma tete. This is my head

CAMERON
Right. See? You're ready for the
quiz.

BIANCA
I don't want to know how to say that
though. I want to know useful things.
Like where the good stores are. How
much does champagne cost? Stuff like
that. I have never in my life had to
point out my head to someone.

CAMERON
That's because it's such a nice one.

BIANCA
Forget French.

She shuts her book and puts on a seductive smile

BIANCA
How is our little Find the Wench A
Date plan progressing?

CAMERON
Well, there's someone I think might
be --

Bianca's eyes light up.

BIANCA
Show me

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Cameron and Bianca lean against the wall -- inconspicuously.
Bianca plays it cool.

BIANCA
Give me a sign when he walks by.
And don't point.

The bell RINGS. Kids flood past. Then Patrick saunters by
with Scurvy. Cameron nudges Bianca.

CAMERON
There.

BIANCA
Where?

Out of desperation, Cameron awkwardly lunges across Patrick's
path. Patrick shoves him back against the wall without a
thought. Cameron lands in a THUD at Bianca's feet.

CAMERON
I guess he didn't see me.
(calling after Patrick)
Some other time --

Bianca watches Patrick, a wicked gleam in her eye.

BIANCA
My God, he's repulsive. He's so
perfect!

INT. GYM CLASS - DAY

Several volleyball games are being played.

Joey and a member of his hulking entourage, approach Patrick,
who still manages to look cool, even in gym clothes. They
pull him aside roughly.

PATRICK
(shrugging them off)
What?

Joey points.

JOEY
See that girl?

Patrick follows his line of vision to Kat as she spikes the
ball into some poor cowboy's face.

PATRICK
Yeah.

JOEY
What do you think?

Kat wins the game and high fives the others, who are scared
of her.

PATRICK
Two legs, nice rack...

JOEY
Yeah, whatever. I want you to go out
with her.

PATRICK
Sure, Sparky. I'll get right on it.

JOEY
You just said...

PATRICK
You need money to take a girl out.

JOEY
But you'd go out with her if you had
the cake?

Patrick stares at Joey deadpan. His dislike for the guy
obvious.

PATRICK
(sarcastic)
Yeah, I'd take her to Europe if I
had the plane.

Joey smiles.

JOEY
You got it, Verona. I pick up the
tab, you do the honors.

PATRICK
You're gonna pay me to take out some
girl?

JOEY
I can't date her sister until that
one gets a boyfriend. And that's the
catch. She doesn't want a boyfriend.

PATRICK
How much?

JOEY
Twenty bucks each time you take her
out.

PATRICK
I can't take a girl like that out on
twenty bucks.

JOEY
Fine, thirty.

Patrick raises an eyebrow, urging him up.

JOEY
Take it or leave it. This isn't a
negotiation.

PATRICK
Fifty, and you've got your man.

Patrick walks away with a smile

EXT. FIELD HOCKEY FIELD - DAY

Kat and the rest of the team go through a grueling practice
session. Kat spares no one as she whips the ball all over
the field.

Patrick sits on the bleachers nearby, watching. A cigarette
dangles from his mouth. His pal, SCURVY is next to him.

MR. CHAPIN, the coach, blows the WHISTLE.

MR. CHAPIN
(proudly)
Good run, Stratford.

Kat nods in response, and the girls leave the field. Patrick
hops down to follow.

PATRICK
Hey. Girlie.

Kat stops and turns slowly to look at him.

PATRICK
I mean Wo-man. How ya doin'?

KAT
(smiles brightly)
Sweating like a pig, actually. And
yourself?

PATRICK
There's a way to get a guy's
attention.

KAT
My mission in life.

She stands there undaunted, hand on hip.

KAT
Obviously, I've struck your fancy.
So, you see, it worked. The world
makes sense again.

Patrick's eyes narrow. He steps closer.

PATRICK
Pick you up Friday, then

KAT
Oh, right. Friday.

PATRICK backs up a little. He uses his most seductive tone.

PATRICK
The night I take you to places you've
never been before. And back.

KAT
Like where? The 7-Eleven on Burnside?
Do you even know my name, screwboy?

PATRICK
I know a lot more than that.

Kat stares at him.

KAT
Doubtful. Very doubtful.

She walks away quickly, leaving him standing alone.

PATRICK
(calling after her)
You're no bargain either, sweetheart.

Scurvy appears at his side.

SCURVY
So I guess the Jeep won't be getting
a new Blaupunkt.

ACROSS THE FIELD

Cameron and Michael watch.

MICHAEL
He took the bait.

STRATFORD HOUSE/BATHROOM - NIGHT

Kat washes her face at the sink. Bianca appears behind her,
and attempts to twist Kat's hair into a chignon.

She wacks Bianca away.

BIANCA
Have you ever considered a new look?
I mean, seriously, you could have
some potential buried under all this
hostility.

Kat pushes past her into the hallway.

KAT
I have the potential to smack the
crap out of you if you don't get out
of my way.

BIANCA
Can you at least start wearing a
bra?

Kat SLAMS her door in response.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Patrick, Scurvy and some other randoms head for the exit.

SCURVY
You up for a burger?

Patrick looks in his wallet. It's empty.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Kat stands at her locker, gathering her books. Patrick appears
at her side, smiling.

PATRICK
Hey...

Kat doesn't answer.

PATRICK
You hate me don't you?

KAT
I don't really think you warrant
that strong an emotion.

PATRICK
Then say you'll spend Dollar Night
at the track with me.

KAT
And why would I do that?

PATRICK
Come on -- the ponies, the flat beer,
you with money in your eyes, me with
my hand on your ass...

KAT
You -- covered in my vomit.

PATRICK
Seven-thirty?

She slams her locker shut and walks away

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT

Kat emerges from a music store carrying a bag of CDs in her
teeth, and fumbling through her purse with both hands. She
finds her keys and pulls them out with a triumphant tug.

She looks up and finds Patrick sitting on the hood of her
car

PATRICK
Nice ride. Vintage fenders.

Kat takes the bag out of her mouth.

KAT
Are you following me?

PATRICK
I was in the laundromat. I saw your
car. Thought I'd say hi.

KAT
Hi

She gets in and starts the car.

PATRICK
You're not a big talker, are you?

KAT
Depends on the topic. My fenders
don't really whip me into a verbal
frenzy.

She starts to pull out, and is blocked by Joey's Viper, which
pulls up perpendicular to her rear and parks.

Joey and his groupies emerge and head for the liquor store

KAT
Hey -- do you mind?

JOEY
Not at all.

They continue on into the store. Kat stares at them in
disbelief...

Then BACKS UP. Her vintage fenders CRASH into the door of
Joey's precious Viper.

Patrick watches with a delighted grin. Joey races out of the
liquor store.

JOEY
You fucking bitch!

Kat pulls forward and backs into his car again. Smiling
sweetly.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE - NIGHT

Walter paces as Kat sits calmly on the couch.

WALTER
My insurance does not cover PMS.

KAT
Then tell them I had a seizure.

WALTER
Is this about Sarah Lawrence? You
punishing me?

KAT
I thought you were punishing me.

WALTER
Why can't we agree on this?

KAT
Because you're making decisions for
me.

WALTER
As a parent, that's my right.

KAT
So what I want doesn't matter?

WALTER
You're eighteen. You don't know what
you want. You won't know until you're
forty-five and you don't have it.

KAT
(emphatic)
I want to go to an East Coast school!
I want you to trust me to make my
own choices. I want --

Walter's BEEPER goes off.

WALTER
Christ! I want a night to go by that
I'm not staring a contraction in the
face.

He walks out, leaving Kat stewing on the couch.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Patrick shuts his graffiti-encrusted locker, revealing Joey's
angry visage, glowering next to him.

JOEY
When I shell out fifty, I expect
results.

PATRICK
I'm on it.

JOEY
Watching the bitch trash my car
doesn't count as a date.

PATRICK
I got her under control. She just
acts crazed in public to keep up the
image.

Joey sees through the bluff.

JOEY
Let me put it to you this way, if
you don't get any action, I don't
get any action. So get your ass on
hers by the end of the week.

Joey starts to walk off.

PATRICK
I just upped my price.

JOEY
(turning)
What?

PATRICK
A hundred bucks a date.

JOEY
Forget it.

PATRICK
Forget her sister, then.

Joey thinks for a frustrated moment, PUNCHES the locker,
then peels another fifty out of his wallet with a menacing
scowl.

JOEY
You better hope you're as smooth as
you think you are, Verona.

Patrick takes the money with a smile.

INT. TUTORING ROOM - DAY

Cameron runs a sentence past Bianca.

CAMERON
La copine et I 'ami? La diferance?

Bianca glares at him.

BIANCA
A "copine" is someone you can count
on. An "ami" is someone who makes
promises he can't keep.

Cameron closes the French book.

CAMERON
You got something on your mind?

BIANCA
I counted on you to help my cause.
You and that thug are obviously
failing. Aren't we ever going on our
date?

He melts.

CAMERON
You have my word. As a gentleman.

BIANCA
You're sweet.

She touches his hand. He blushes at her praise and watches
her toss her hair back

CAMERON
(appreciative)
How do you get your hair to look
like that?

BIANCA
Eber's Deep Conditioner every two
days. And I never, ever use a
blowdryer without the diffuser
attachment.

Cameron nods with interest.

CAMERON
You know, I read an article about
that.

Bianca looks surprised.

BIANCA
You did?

INT. BOY'S ROOM - DAY

Patrick stands at the sink, washing his hands. Michael and
Cameron cower in the corner, watching him.

PATRICK
(without turning around)
Say it.

MICHAEL
(clearing his throat)
What?

PATRICK
Whatever the hell it is you're
standin' there waitin' to say.

Cameron bravely steps forward.

CAMERON
We wanted to talk to you about the
plan.

Patrick turns toward them.

PATRICK
What plan?

MICHAEL
The situation is, my man Cameron
here has a major jones for Bianca
Stratford.

PATRICK
What is it with this chick? She have
three tits?

Cameron starts to object, but Michael holds up a hand.

MICHAEL
I think I speak correctly when I say
that Cameron's love is pure. Purer
than say -- Joey Dorsey's.

PATRICK
Dorsey can plow whoever he wants.
I'm just in this for the cash.

Cameron starts choking at the thought of Joey plowing his
beloved Bianca.

MICHAEL
That's where we can help you. With
Kat.

PATRICK
So Dorsey can get the girl?

MICHAEL
Patrick, Pat, you're not looking at
the big picture. Joey's just a pawn.
We set this whole thing up so Cameron
can get the girl.

Patrick smiles. He likes the idea of Joey being a pawn in
this game.

PATRICK
You two are gonna help me tame the
wild beast?

MICHAEL
(grinning)
We're your guys.

CAMERON
And he means that strictly in a non-
prison-movie type of way.

PATRICK
Yeah -- we'll see.

He swings the door open and exits, leaving Michael and Cameron
grinning at each other.

MICHAEL
We're in.

INT. CLASSROOM - DAY

CU on a party invitation as it gets handed out. "Future
Princeton Grad Bogey Lowenstein proudly presents a Saturday
night bash at his abode. Casual attire".

Michael holds the invitation up to Cameron.

CAMERON
This is it. A golden opportunity.
Patrick can ask Katarina to the party.

MICHAEL
In that case, we'll need to make it
a school-wide blow out.

CAMERON
Will Bogey get bent?

MICHAEL
Are you kidding? He'll piss himself
with joy. He's the ultimate kiss
ass.

CAFETERIA - DAY

Michael hands a jock the party invite as they pass each other
at the trash cans.

INT. GYM CLASS - DAY

The jock calls a fellow jock.

INT. MATH CLASS - DAY

Jock whispers to a cheerleader.

COURTYARD - DAY

The cheerleader calls a White Rasta that she's making out
with, showing him the invite.

TRACK - DAY

The White Rasta tells a cowboy as they run laps during track
practice.

INT. SHOWERS - DAY

The cowboy tells a Coffee Kid, as he shields his java from
the spray of the shower.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Joey stands at his open locker with Bianca. The locker is an
homage to Joey's "modeling" career. Cheesy PRINT ADS of him --
running in a field of daisies, petting a kitten, etc. --
adorn the locker door.

JOEY
Which do you like better?

INSERT - HEADSHOTS of Joey.

In one, he's pouting in a white shirt. In the other, he's
pouting in a black shirt.

BIANCA
I think I like the white shirt.

Joey nods thoughtfully.

JOEY
It's more...

BIANCA
Expensive?

JOEY
Exactly
(beat)
So, you going to Bogey Lowenbrau's
thing on Saturday?

BIANCA
Hopefully.

He gives her his best flirtatious smile.

JOEY
Good, 'cause I'm not gonna bother if
you won't be there.

He taps her on the nose and she giggles.

INT. TUTORING ROOM

Bianca sits across from Cameron, who's transfixed, as always.

BIANCA
Have you heard about Bogey
Lowenstein's party?

CAMERON
Sure have.

BIANCA
(pouting)
I really, really, really wanna go,
but I can't. Not unless my sister
goes.

CAMERON
I'm workin' on it. But she doesn't
seem to be goin' for him.

He fishes.

CAMERON
She's not a...

BIANCA
Lesbian? No. I found a picture of
Jared Leto in one of her drawers, so
I'm pretty sure she's not harboring
same-sex tendencies.

CAMERON
So that's the kind of guy she likes?
Pretty ones?

BIANCA
Who knows? All I've ever heard her
say is that she'd dip before dating
a guy that smokes.

Cameron furiously takes notes.

CAMERON
All right. What else is she partial
to?

INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT

Patrick plays pool with some random deviant cronies.

He looks up when he hears a COMMOTION at the door. LOU the
bouncer is in the midst of throwing Michael and Cameron out.

PATRICK
Lou, it's okay. They're with me.

Lou looks at Patrick, surprised, then reluctantly lets our
two non-deviants pass through.

Patrick guides them to a table and sips from a beer.

PATRICK
What've you got for me?

CAMERON
I've retrieved certain pieces of
information on Miss Katarina Stratford
I think you'll find helpful.

Cameron pulls out a piece of paper.

MICHAEL
(to Patrick)
One question before we start -- should
you be drinking alcohol when you
don't have a liver?

PATRICK
What?!

MICHAEL
Good enough.

Cameron looks up at Patrick.

CAMERON
Number one. She hates smokers.

MICHAEL
It's a lung cancer issue.

CAMERON
Her favorite uncle

MICHAEL
Dead at forty-one.

Patrick sits up.

PATRICK
Are you telling me I'm a --
(spits the word out)
"non-smoker"?

MICHAEL
Just for now.

CAMERON
Another thing. Bianca said that Kat
likes -- pretty guys.

This is met with silence. Then:

PATRICK
What? You don't think I'm pretty?

Michael smacks Cameron.

MICHAEL
He's pretty!

CAMERON
Okay! I wasn't sure.

Cameron goes back to the list.

CAMERON
Okay -- Likes: Thai food, feminist
prose, and "angry, stinky girl music
of the indie-rock persuasion".

PATRICK
So what does that give me? I'm
supposed to buy her some noodles and
a book and sit around listening to
chicks who can't play their
instruments?

MICHAEL
Ever been to Club Skunk?

PATRICK
Yeah.

CAMERON
Gigglepuss is playing there tomorrow
night.

PATRICK
Don't make me do it, man

MICHAEL
Assail your ears for one night.

CAMERON
It's her favorite band.

Patrick groans.

MICHAEL
I also retrieved a list of her most
recent CD purchases, courtesy of
American Express.

He hands it over.

PATRICK
(smiling)
Michael -- did you get this
information "illegally"?

Michael puts a finger to his lips.

MICHAEL
I prefer to think of it simply as an
alternative to what the law allows.

PATRICK
I'm likin' you guys better.

He looks down at the list of CDs.

PATRICK
(continuing)
This is really music?

INT. KAT'S ROOM - NIGHT

MUSIC BLARES in a room with minimalist decor splashed with
indie rock band posters and flyers.

Kat and Mandella dance as they dress and apply make-up Bianca
enters, interrupting their fun.

BIANCA
Can you turn down the Screaming
Menstrual Bitches? I'm trying to
study.

Kat doesn't move, so Bianca crosses to the stereo, turning
down the volume.

BIANCA
Don't tell me you're actually going
out? On a school night, no less.

Kat shoots her a glare.

BIANCA
(excited)
Oh my God, does this mean you're
becoming normal?

KAT
It means that Gigglepuss is playing
at Club Skunk and we're going.

BIANCA
(disappointed)
Oh, I thought you might have a date.
(beat)
I don't know why I'm bothering to
ask, but are you going to Bogey
Lowenstein's party Saturday night?

KAT
What do you think?

BIANCA
I think you're a freak. I think you
do this to torture me. And I think
you suck.

She smiles sweetly and shuts the door behind her. Kat doesn't
bat an eye. She grabs her purse and opens the door.

KAT
Let's hit it.

EXT. CLUB SKUNK - NIGHT

A happy black and white neon skunk sprays fine mist on the
line of kids below.

INT. CLUB FOYER - NIGHT

Kat and Mandella walk in, Mandella nervously pulling out her
fake ID. The giant, afroed bouncer, BRUCE, looks typically
mono-syllabic.

MANDELLA
(whispering to Kat)
You think this'll work?

KAT
No fear.

They approach Bruce. Kat puts on her happy, shiny face.

KAT
Hello! We'd like two for Gigglepuss!

Bruce looks the girls up and down.

BRUCE
I can count.

He looks at their IDs. Mandella gently moves Kat aside,
wearing a face that could only be described as "I AM a
Victoria's Secret model."

MANDELLA
I'll bet you can...

She sticks out her chest and licks her lips. Bruce stares at
her deadpan and hands her back the IDs.

BRUCE
Go ahead.
(to Mandella)
And you...

MANDELLA
(all come hither)
Yes?

BRUCE
Take it easy on the guys in there.

Mandella winks at him and sashays inside. Kat: follows behind,
shaking her head.

EXT. CLUB SKUNK - NIGHT

Patrick's mail truck clatters to a stop out front.

INT. CLUB FOYER - NIGHT

Patrick walks up to Bruce, who's frisking a badly mowhawked
PIERCED EYEBROW BOY. Bruce pulls a SWITCHBLADE out of the
boy's inside pocket.

BRUCE
Next time, leave the Bic at home,
Skippy.

SKIPPY
It's a bottle opener.

Bruce pushes him inside the club, then sees Patrick.

BRUCE
Verona, my man.

They shake.

PATRICK
Always a pleasure, Brucie.

BRUCE
Didn't have you pegged for a
Gigglepuss fan. Aren't they a little
too pre-teen belly-button ring for
you?

PATRICK
Fan of a fan. You see a couple of
minors come in?

BRUCE
Never.

PATRICK
Padua girls. One tall, decent body.
The other one kinda short and
undersexed?

BRUCE
Just sent 'em through.

Patrick starts to go in.

BRUCE
Hey -- what happened to that chick
you brought last time? The one with
the snake?

Patrick laughs and goes into the club

INT. CLUB - NIGHT

Onstage, the all-female band GIGGLEPUSS is parlaying their
bad girl sass into a ripping punk number.

Near the stage is a joyful mass of pogo-ing teens. AT THE
BAR Patrick bellies up and looks around the club. Gigglepuss
finishes a song.

LEAD SINGER
Hello, out there. We're Gigglepuss
and we're from Olympia.

A teenage boy in the audience takes the opportunity to scream.

BOY (O.S.)
Pet my kitty!

LEAD SINGER
Meow.

They rev into their next song.

NEAR THE STAGE

Mandella and Kat glow with sweat. When they hear the opening
chords of the song, they look at each other and scream with
glee as they begin to dance. They couldn't be having a better
time.

AT THE BAR

Patrick signals to get the bartender's attention and looks
across the bouncing surge of the crowd. He spots Kat and
Mandella singing along.

HIS POV

The gleeful Kat -- dancing and looking completely at ease.
None of her usual "attitude". Patrick is transfixed. And
most definitely attracted.

NEAR THE STAGE

Kat looks at Mandella.

KAT
(shouting)
I need agua!

She makes her way through the crowd to the bar.

AT THE BAR

She made it. She signals for the bartender and as she's
waiting, looks around. She spots Patrick a few feet away.

KAT
(to herself)
Shit.

She sneaks a glance. He's staring, but this time he looks
away before she can. Despite herself, she's miffed.

The bartender arrives.

BARTENDER
(shouting)
What can I get you?

KAT
Two waters.

She looks at Patrick again. He's completely absorbed in the
band. She scowls. The bottled water arrives and she marches
off, forgetting to pay.

She walks up to Patrick.

KAT
You're not fooling anyone.

Patrick looks at her, surprised.

PATRICK
(yelling)
Hey. Great show, huh?

KAT
(yelling)
If you're planning on asking me out
you might as well get it over with.

PATRICK
(yelling)
Excuse me?

KAT
(yelling)
That's what you want, isn't it?

PATRICK
(yelling; gesturing
toward the band)
Do you mind? You're sort of ruining
it for me.

Kat steams. And watches him watch the band.

KAT
(yelling)
You're not surrounded by your usual
cloud of smoke.

The band takes a break, so they can stop yelling now

PATRICK
I know. I quit.

He leans back, making no attempt to hit on her. She moves
closer.

KAT
Oh, really?

He motions toward the stage.

PATRICK
You know, these guys are no Bikini
Kill or The Raincoats, but they're
right up there.

KAT
You know who The Raincoats are?

PATRICK
Why, don't you?

She's completely taken aback. He uses the moment to his
advantage and brushes her hair back as he speaks right into
her ear.

PATRICK
I watched you out there. I've never
seen you look like that.

Kat steps away, brushing the hair back that he just touched.
Her cheeks pinken.

His cocky side is back in a flash

PATRICK
Come to that party with me.

At that moment, the band starts another SONG.

KAT
(yelling)
What?

The bartender approaches.

BARTENDER
(to Kat, yelling)
You forgot to pay!

PATRICK
(yelling)
I got it, Rick.

He tosses some bills on the bar. Rather than thank him, Kat
simply watches him, trying to figure out his motive.

PATRICK
(yelling)
Nine-thirty then.

A few people have gotten between them at the bar and she
can't hear a word he's saying. She gives him one last look
and heads back into the crowd.

Patrick smiles. She didn't say no this time.

EXT. CLUB SKUNK - NIGHT

The crowd files out of the club, Kat and Mandella amongst
them. As they're walking toward the parking lot, Patrick
coasts by in his truck. The gears GRIND. He yells out the
window.

MANDELLA
What'd he say?

KAT
Who cares?

Mandella watches Kat as she stares after Patrick.

MANDELLA
Has he importun'd you with love in
honourable fashion?

Kat glances sharply at her.

MANDELLA
(off her look)
Don't be Cruella with me. I'm in
favor of romance. You're the one
that wants to march on Washington
every five minutes.

Kat pokes her, then looks back at the club dreamily.

KAT
Gigglepuss was so beyond.

Mandella nods.

MANDELLA
They were. I only wish William could
have been here to witness the rebirth
of punk rock with us.

Kat links her arm through Mandella's and they head for the
car.

KAT
So true.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Cameron and Michael are at Michael's locker.

CAMERON
So, then she says that she almost
didn't wear the Kenneth Coles with
that dress because she thought she
was mixing, you know, genres. And
the fact that I noticed -- and I'm
quoting here -- "really meant
something."

Cameron looks At Michael expectantly.

MICHAEL
You told me that part already.

CAMERON
Hell, I've just been going over the
whole thing in my head and --

Joey appears over Cameron's shoulder.

JOEY
Hey. Dingo Boingo...

Cameron and Michael look at each other And turn around slowly.

JOEY
(to Michael)
I hear you're helpin' Verona.

MICHAEL
Uh, yeah. We're old friends.

JOEY
You and Verona?

MICHAEL
What? We took bathes together when
we were kids.

It's incredibly obvious that he's lying. Joey eyes him then
turns to Cameron.

JOEY
What's your gig in all this?

CAMERON
I'm just the new guy.

Joey turns back to Michael, grabbing the alligator on his
shirt and twisting it.

JOEY
You better not fuck this up. I'm
heavily invested.

MICHAEL
Hey -- it's all for the higher good
right?

Joey lets go of Michael and SHOVES Cameron against a locker
for good measure, as he walks away --

CAMERON
Is it about me?

EXT. MISS PERKY'S OFFICE - DAY

Kat sits outside waiting for her appointment, bored and
annoyed.

The door opens and Miss Perky escorts Patrick out.

MISS PERKY
You're completely demented.

PATRICK
(cheery)
See you next week!

Kat stands and Patrick sees her.

Miss Perky watches in horror.

MISS PERKY
You two know each other?

PATRICK / KAT
Yeah. / No.

Miss Perky grabs Kat and shoves her into her office.

MISS PERKY
(to Patrick)
Dear God, stay away from her. If you
two ever decided to breed, evil would
truly walk the earth.

Patrick gives Kat one last look before the door shuts, then
smiles --

EXT. STRATFORD HOUSE - NIGHT

The lights are on, illuminating the yard.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE/UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Bianca and Chastity stand outside Kat's room. MUSIC is blaring
and the door is shut. Bianca looks at her watch.

BIANCA
She's obviously not going.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Across the carpet, two pairs of teenage girl feet sneak past.
Bianca and Chastity, teddy bear purses in hand.

FROM THE KITCHEN A RUSTLING is heard. The girls freeze.

Walter emerges from the kitchen with a mile-high sandwich
The girls are like statues. Walter jumps.

BIANCA
Daddy, I --

WALTER
And where're you going?

BIANCA
If you must know, we were attempting
to go to a small study group of
friends.

WALTER
Otherwise known as an orgy?

BIANCA
It's just a party. Daddy, but I knew
you'd forbid me to go since "Gloria
Steinem" over there isn't going --

She points to Kat -- Walkman blaring -- who comes downstairs,
wearing a baby tee and battered Levis. Her relaxing-at-home
look is about 400 times sexier than her at-school look. She
wanders toward the kitchen.

Walter directs his attention toward Kat.

WALTER
Do you know about any party? Katarina?

Kat shrugs as she comes back out of the kitchen with an apple.

BIANCA
Daddy, people expect me to be there!

WALTER
If Kat's not going, you're not going.

Bianca turns to Kat, eyes ablaze

BIANCA
You're ruining my life! Because you
won't be normal, I can't be normal.

KAT
What's normal?

BIANCA
Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal,
but you're too busy listening to
Bitches Who Need Prozac to know that.

WALTER
What's a Bogey Lowenstein?

Kat takes off her earphones, ready to do battle.

BIANCA
Can't you forget for just one night
that you're completely wretched?

KAT
At least I'm not a clouted fen-sucked
hedge-pig.

Bianca tosses her hair.

BIANCA
Like I'm supposed to know what that
even means.

KAT
It's Shakespeare. Maybe you've heard
of him?

BIANCA
Yeah, he's your freak friend
Mandella's boyfriend. I guess since
I'm not allowed to go out, I should
obsess over a dead guy, too.

WALTER
Girls.

Kat stares Bianca down

KAT
I know about the goddamn party. I'm
going.

Bianca and Chastity look at each other, thrilled, and burst
into gleeful screams.

A startled Walter clutches Bianca in a protective hug.

WALTER
Oh, God. It's starting.

BIANCA
It's just a party, Daddy.

Walter looks dazed.

WALTER
Wear the belly before you go.

BIANCA
Daddy, no!

WALTER
Just for a minute.

He rushes to a cupboard and pulls out a padded faux-pregnancy
belly.

WALTER
I want you to realize the weight of
your decisions.

He hangs the belly on her as she stands mortified.

BIANCA
You are so completely unbalanced.

KAT
Can we go now?

WALTER
(to Bianca)
Promise me you won't talk to any
boys unless your sister is present.

BIANCA
Why?

WALTER
Because she'll scare them away.

Kat stomps to the door, grabbing her car keys off the hall
table and a sweater from the coat rack. She flings open the
door and...

There stands Patrick.

PATRICK
Nine-thirty right?

Kat's in shock.

PATRICK
I'm early.

She holds up her keys.

KAT
I'm driving.

He peeks in behind her.

PATRICK
Who knocked up your sister?

INT. BOGEY LOWENSTEIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

BOGEY, a short Future MBA in a tux, greets his guests like a
pro, handing out cigars and martinis.

BOGEY
Nice to see you. Martini bar to the
right, shots in the kitchen.

The house is filled to capacity with Padua High's finest.
Kat pushes through the crowd. Patrick saunters in behind
her.

INT. BOGEY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

Joey lines up a row of shots amid much whooping and hollering
within the jock crowd.

Kat enters, then quickly tries to make an about face. Joey
sees her and rushes over to block her, standing in the
doorway.

JOEY
Lookin' fresh tonight, Pussy-Kat.

Kat gives him a death look and then stops and points at his
forehead.

KAT
Wait -- was that? -- Did your hairline
just recede?

He panics, whipping out a handy pocket mirror. She's already
walking away.

JOEY
Where ya goin?

KAT
Away.

JOEY
Your sister here?

Kat's face shows utter hatred.

KAT
Leave my sister alone.

JOEY
(smirking)
And why would I do that?

A RUCKUS sounds from the next room

JOCK
A fight!

The other jocks rush to watch as two Coffee Kids splash their
cupfuls on each other.

COFFEE KID #1
That was a New Guinea Peaberry, you
Folger's-crystals-slurping-buttwipe.

Caffeinated fists fly. Joey slithers away from the door to
watch, giving Kat one last smirk, just as Bianca walks into
the kitchen.

JOEY
Just who I was looking for.

He puts his arm around Bianca and escorts her out

Bianca keeps walking, ignoring Kat. A GUY pouring shots hands
Kat one She downs it and accepts another.

GUY
Drink up, sister.

Patrick walks up.

PATRICK
What's this?

KAT
(mocking)
"I'm getting trashed, man." Isn't
that what you're supposed to do at a
party?

PATRICK
I say, do what you wanna do.

KAT
Funny, you're the only one.

She downs another.

INT. BOGEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Cameron and Michael enter. Cameron looks, around for his
beloved, while Michael schmoozes with all in attendance and
dishes dirt simultaneously.

MICHAEL
(high-fiving a jock)
Moose, my man!
(to Cameron)
Ranked fifth in the state. Recruiters
have already started calling.

Cameron nods intently.

MICHAEL
(grabbing his belt)
Yo, Clem.
(to Cameron)
A Patsy Cline fan, but hates the new
Leanne Rimes.
(with a Jamaican
swagger)
Ziggy, peace, bra.
(to Cameron)
Prefers a water pipe, but has been
known to use a bong.

Michael spots Bianca and Chastity, watching the skirmish,
and points Cameron's body in her direction.

MICHAEL
Follow the love, man.

ON BIANCA AND CHASTITY

Bianca cranes her neck.

BIANCA
Where did he go? He was just here.

CHASTITY
Who?

BIANCA
Joey.

Cameron walks over.

CAMERON
Evening, ladies.

Bianca turns and graces him with a pained smile.

BIANCA
Hi.

CAMERON
Looks like things worked out tonight,
huh?

Bianca ignores the question and tries to pawn him off.

BIANCA
You know Chastity?

CAMERON
I believe we share an art instructor.

CHASTITY
Great.

BIANCA
Would you mind getting me a drink,
Cameron?

CAMERON
Certainly Pabst? Old Milwaukee?
RaiJieer?

Bianca gives him a tense smile.

BIANCA
Surprise me.

He heads for the kitchen. Joey walks up and grabs her around
the waist.

She giggles as he picks her up and carries her off -- just
as Cameron returns, a beer -- complete with a napkin and
straw -- in his hand.

Chastity glares with a jealous fury after Bianca and Joey,
then gives Cameron the once-over and walks away.

Michael appears.

MICHAEL
Extremely unfortunate maneuver.

CAMERON
The hell is that? What kind of guy
just picks up a girl and carries her
away while you're talking to her?

MICHAEL
Buttholus extremus. But hey, you're
making progress.

CAMERON
No, I'm not.

He smacks himself in the head.

CAMERON
She used me! She wants to go out
with Dorsey. Not me. I'm an idiot!

Michael pats him on the shoulder.

MICHAEL
At least you're self-aware.

BOGEY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

Kat and a crowd of White Rastas and Cowboys stand in a drunken
group hug singing "I Shot the Sheriff". Kat has another shot
glass in hand.

Patrick is showing a scar to an inebriated, enraptured
cheerleader. He looks up at Kat and smiles meets his eyes
then looks away.

INT. BOGEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Bianca stands next to Joey, sipping from her beer.

JOEY
So yeah, I've got the Sears catalog
thing going -- and the tube sock gig --
that's gonna be huge. And then I'm
up for an ad for Queen Harry next
week.

BIANCA
Queen Harry?

JOEY
It's a gay cruise line, but I'll be,
like, wearing a uniform and stuff.

Bianca tries to appear impressed, but it's getting difficult.

BIANCA
Neat...

JOEY
My agent says I've got a good shot
at being the Prada guy next year.

He looks over her shoulder and waves at someone. Bianca takes
the opportunity to escape.

BIANCA
I'll be right back.

INT. BOGEY'S BATHROOM - NIGHT

Bianca shuts the door and leans on it with a sigh. Chastity
applies lip-gloss in the mirror.

BIANCA
He practically proposed when he found
out we had the same dermatologist. I
mean. Dr. Bonchowski is great an
all, but he's not exactly relevant
party conversation.

CHASTITY
Is he oily or dry?

BIANCA
Combination. I don't know -- I thought
he'd be different. More of a
gentleman...

Chastity rolls her eyes.

CHASTITY
Bianca, I don't think the highlights
of dating Joey Dorsey are going to
include door-opening and coat-holding.

BIANCA
Sometimes I wonder if the guys we're
supposed to want to go out with are
the ones we actually want to go out
with, you know?

CHASTITY
All I know is -- I'd give up my
private line to go out with a guy
like Joey.

There's a KNOCK at the door. Bianca opens it to find a very
drunken Kat.

KAT
Bianca, I need to talk to you -- I
need to tell you --

BIANCA
(cutting her off)
I really don't think I need any social
advice from you right now.

Bianca grabs Chastity's arm and they exit.

INT. BOGEY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT - LATER

Patrick tries to remove a shot glass from Kat's hand.

PATRICK
Maybe you should let me have it.

Kat is fierce in her refusal to let go.

KAT
I want another one.

Joey enters, grabbing Patrick by the shoulder, distracting
him from his task.

JOEY
My man.

As Patrick turns, Kat breaks free and dives into the sea of
dancing people in the dining room.

PATRICK
(annoyed)
It's about time.

JOEY
A deal's a deal.

He peels off some bills.

JOEY
How'd you do it?

PATRICK
Do what?

JOEY
Get her to act like a human.

A very drunken Kat jumps up onto the kitchen island and starts
dancing by herself. She lets loose, hair flying. She's almost
burlesque.

Others form a crowd, clapping and cheering her on. She swings
her head around BANGING it on a copper pot hanging from the
rack above the center island. She starts to sway, then goes
down as Patrick rushes over to catch her.

The others CLAP, thinking this is a wonderful finale. Patrick
sets her down on her feet, holding her up

PATRICK
Okay?

KAT
I'm fine. I'm...

She tries to push him away, but staggers when she does grabs
her again, bracing her.

PATRICK
You're not okay.

KAT
I just need to lie down for awhile.

PATRICK
Uh, uh. You lie down and you'll go
to sleep.

KAT
I know, just let me sleep.

PATRICK
What if you have a concussion? My
dog went to sleep with a concussion
and woke up a vegetable. Not that I
could tell the difference...

She tries to sit on the floor.

KAT
Okay, I'll just sleep but stay awake,
okay?

He pulls her back to him.

PATRICK
C'mon, let's walk.

INT. BOGEY'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT

As Patrick walks Kat through the dining room, Cameron grabs
his arm.

CAMERON
We need to talk.

PATRICK
Cameron, I'm a little busy.

CAMERON
It's off. The whole thing.

Kat slides down to the floor and Patrick struggles to get
her back on her feet.

PATRICK
What're you talking about?

CAMERON
She's partial to Joey, not me.

Patrick doesn't have time for this.

PATRICK
Cameron -- do you like the girl?

CAMERON
Sure.

PATRICK
(impatient)
Then, go get her.

Patrick continues walking an oblivious Kat outside. Cameron
stands there, unsure how to make use of this advice

EXT. BOGEY LOWENSTEIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Patrick marches Kat around the yard, holding her up.

KAT
This is so patronizing.

PATRICK
Leave it to you to use big words
when you're shitfaced.

KAT
Why're you doing this?

PATRICK
I told you.

KAT
You don't care if I die.

PATRICK
Sure, I do.

KAT
Why?

PATRICK
Because then I'd have to start taking
out girls who like me.

KAT
Like you could find one.

PATRICK
See that? Who needs affection when
I've got blind hatred?

KAT
Just let me sit down.

He walks her over to the swingset and plops her down in a
swing, moving her hands to hang onto the chains.

PATRICK
How's that?

She sits and looks at him for a moment with a smile. Then
FALLS over backward.

PATRICK
Jesus. You're like a weeble.

Patrick rushes to right her, then starts pushing her on the
swing to keep her entertained.

PATRICK
Why'd you let him get to you?

KAT
Who?

PATRICK
Dorsey.

KAT
I hate him.

PATRICK
I know. It'd have to be a pretty big
deal to get you to mainline tequila.
You don't seem like the type.

KAT
(holding up a drunken
head)
Hey man... You don't think I can be
"cool"? You don't think I can be
"laid back" like everyone else?

PATRICK
(slightly sarcastic)
I thought you were above all that.

KAT
You know what they say...

He stops the swing.

PATRICK
No. What do they say?

Kat is asleep, her head resting against the swing's chains.

PATRICK
Shit!

He drags her to her feet and starts singing loudly.

PATRICK
Jingle Bells! Jingle Belles! Wake up
damn it!

He sits her down on the slide and shakes her like a rag doll.

PATRICK
Kat! Wake up!

KAT
(waking)
What?

He sighs with relief.

PATRICK
I thought you were...

They share some meaningful eye contact. And then she PUKES
on his shoes.

INT. BOGEY'S BATHROOM - NIGHT

Kat washes her face and grabs a bottle of Scope, taking a
big swig.

KNOCK sounds at the door.

KAT
Go away.

Bianca opens the door and looks at her sister with the
smuggest of all possible grins.

BIANCA
Dinner taste better on the way out?

Gives her a "don't even start" look.

BIANCA
I don't get you. You act like you're
too good for any of this, and then
you go totally apeshit when you get
here.

KAT
You're welcome.

She pushes past her and leaves the bathroom.

KAT'S CAR - NIGHT

Kat's in the driver's seat. Patrick leans in and takes the
keys out of the ignition.

PATRICK
Cute.

BOGEY LOWENSTEIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Kids loiter on the lawn. Bianca and Chastity walk outside.
Joey catches up to them.

JOEY
A bunch of us are going to Jaret's
house. Wanna come?

Chastity looks at Bianca, who wears a pained expression.
She looks at her watch.

BIANCA
I have to be home in twenty minutes.

CHASTITY
(eagerly, to Joey)
I don't have to be home 'til two.

JOEY
Then, c'mon.
(to Bianca)
Maybe next time --

They head back into the party, leaving an astonished Bianca.
Cameron exits the party and stops when he sees Bianca standing
alone.

CAMERON
(slightly accusatory)
Have fun tonight?

BIANCA
Tons.

He starts to walk on.

BIANCA
Cameron?

He stops. She gives him a helpless smile.

BIANCA
Do you think you could give me a
ride home?

INT. KAT'S CAR - NIGHT

Patrick drives as Kat sits in the passenger seat, fiddling
with the radio dial. She finds a SONG she's happy with and
Patrick quickly changes it.

PATRICK
I'm driving, so I get to pick the
tunes.

She changes it back to her song.

KAT
It's my car.

He changes it back.

PATRICK
And I'm in control of it.

KAT
But it's Gigglepuss -- I know you
like them. I saw you there.

Patrick doesn't have an answer for this, so he let's her
listen to her song.

KAT
When you were gone last year -- where
were you?

PATRICK
Busy.

KAT
Were you in jail?

PATRICK
Maybe.

KAT
No, you weren't

PATRICK
Then why'd you ask?

KAT
Why'd you lie?

He doesn't answer, but instead, frowns and turns up the music.
She bobs her head drunkenly.

KAT
I should do this.

PATRICK
Do what?

KAT
This.

She points to the radio.

PATRICK
Start a band?

KAT
(sarcastically)
My father wouldn't approve of that.

PATRICK
You don't strike me as the type that
would ask permission.

She turns to look at him.

KAT
Oh, so now you think you know me?

PATRICK
I'm gettin' there.

Her voice loses it's venom.

KAT
The only thing people know about me
is that I'm "scary".

He turns to look at her -- she looks anything but scary right
now. He tries to hide his smile.

PATRICK
Yeah -- well, I'm no picnic myself.

They eye each other, sharing a moment of connection, realizing
they're both created the same exterior for themselves.

Patrick pulls into her driveway and shuts off the motor. He
looks up at her house.

PATRICK
So what's up with your dad? He a
pain in the ass?

KAT
He just wants me to be someone I'm
not.

PATRICK
Who?

KAT
Bianca.

PATRICK
No offense, but you're sister is
without. I know everyone likes her
and all, but...

Kat stares at him with new admiration.

KAT
You know -- you're not as vile as I
thought you were.

She leans drunkenly toward him.

Their faces grow closer as if they're about to kiss. And
then Patrick turns away.

PATRICK
So, I'll see you in school.

Kat stares at him, pissed. Then gets out of the car, SLAMMING
the door shut behind her.

CAMERON'S CAR - NIGHT

Bianca and Cameron ride in silence. He finally breaks it.

CAMERON
I looked for you back at the party,
but you always seemed to be
"occupied".

BIANCA
(faux-innocence)
I was?

CAMERON
You never wanted to go out with me,
did you?

Bianca bites her lip.

BIANCA
(reluctant)
Well, no...

CAMERON
Then that's all you had to say.

BIANCA
But...

CAMERON
You always been this selfish?

Bianca thinks a minute. He pulls up in front of the house.

CAMERON
Just because you're beautiful, doesn't
mean you can treat people like they
don't matter.

She looks at him for a moment -- then grabs his face and
gives him a kiss on the lips. He draws back in surprise,
then kisses her back. She smiles, then gets out of the car
without another word.

Cameron grins and drives away.

CAMERON
And I'm back in the saddle.

INT. ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

Kat sits at her desk, burying her face in a book as the others
enter. The White Rastas are first.

DEREK
Kat, my lady, you sway to the rhythm
of my heart.

He grabs her hand and kisses it as she pulls it away.

CLEM, a cowboy, enters, high-fiving Derek with new-found
friendliness.

CLEM
Yippe kai-aye, bra.
(to Kat)
Dance for me, cowgirl.

He sits next to Derek.

CLEM
Okay, now tell me again why he didn't
shoot the deputy?

DEREK
Because the deputy meant him no harm,
my friend. It was only the sheriff
that was the oppressor.

Joey saunters in and takes his seat.

JOEY
Kat, babe, you were on fire.

Mrs. Blaise enters and sits at her desk.

MRS. BLAISE
Well now, did everyone have a good
weekend?

JOEY
Maybe we should ask Verona.

Patrick enters, late, and slinks to his desk. Kat looks up,
down and around, everywhere but at Patrick.

Mrs. Blaise tries to remember what she's supposed to talk
about.

MRS. BLAISE
Okay then. Well.
(beat)
Oh, yes...

She clears her throat.

MRS. BLAISE
I'd like you all to write your own
version of Shakespeare's Sonnet #141.

Groans.

MRS. BLAISE
Any form you'd like. Rhyme, no rhyme,
whatever. I'd like to see you
elaborate on his theme, however.
Let's read it aloud, shall we? Anyone?

The class is frozen in apathy.

MRS. BLAISE
Derek?

Ms. Blaise hands him the sonnet. He shifts uncomfortably in
his seat. Then grins.

DEREK
(reading; in his Rasta
stoner drawl)
In faith, I do not love thee with
mine eyes / For they in thee a
thousand errors note / But 'tis my
heart that loves what they despise /
Who in despite of view is pleas'd to
dote.

In the back of the room Clem raises his hand.

CLEM
Ms. Blaise, can I get the bathroom
pass? Damn if Shakespeare don't act
as a laxative on my person.

INT. KENNY'S THAI FOOD DINER - DAY

Kat and Mandella scrape the peanuts out of their sauce.

MANDELLA
You went to the party? I thought we
were officially opposed to suburban
social activity.

KAT
I didn't have a choice.

MANDELLA
You didn't have a choice? Where's
Kat and what have you done with her?

KAT
I did Bianca a favor and it backfired.

MANDELLA
You didn't...

KAT
I got drunk. I puked. I got rejected.
It was big fun.

Patrick enters, walking to the counter to order. He sees Kat
and smiles.

PATRICK
Hey...

She gathers her things and bolts out the door. Patrick looks
at Mandella, who shrugs and follows Kat.

INT. BIOLOGY CLASS - DAY

Cameron and Michael flank Patrick at his lab table.

MICHAEL
So you got cozy with she who stings?

PATRICK
No -- I've got a sweet-payin' job
that I'm about to lose.

CAMERON
What'd you do to her?

PATRICK
I don't know.
(beat)
I decided not to nail her when she
was too drunk to remember it.

Michael and Cameron look at each other in realization, then
turn back to Patrick.

CAMERON
You realize this puts the whole
operation in peril.

PATRICK
No shit. She won't even look at me.

CAMERON
Why can't you just tell her you're
sorry?

Patrick's expression says that this is not a possibility.
Michael makes a time out sign with his hands.

MICHAEL
I'm on it.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Mandella is at her locker. Drawings of William Shakespeare
adorn the door. She looks at them with a sigh, then ties her
silk scarf tightly around her neck, in an attempt to cut off
her air supply.

Michael walks up.

MICHAEL
Hey there. Tired of breathing?

MANDELLA
(shyly, as she loosens
the scarf)
Hi.

MICHAEL
Cool pictures. You a fan?

MANDELLA
Yeah. I guess.

MICHAEL
Rocks. Very hip.

MANDELLA
You think?

MICHAEL
Oh yeah.

She looks at him suspiciously.

MANDELLA
Who could refrain that had a heart
to love and in that heart, courage
to make 'B love known?

Michael thinks for a minute.

MICHAEL
Macbeth, right?

MANDELLA
(happily stunned)
Right.

MICHAEL
Kat a fan, too?

MANDELLA
(puzzled)
Yeah...

He leans in close to her, conspiratorially.

MICHAEL
So, listen... I have this friend...

EXT. FIELD HOCKEY FIELD - DAY

Cameron sits next to Patrick on the bleachers as they watch
Kat's practice.

CAMERON
She hates you with the fire of a
thousand suns. That's a direct quote

PATRICK
She just needs time to cool off.
I'll give it a day.

A PUCK flies at them from the field, narrowly missing their
heads.

PATRICK
Maybe two.

He looks at Cameron.

PATRICK
You makin' any headway?

CAMERON
She kissed me.

PATRICK
(eyebrow raised)
Where?

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Chastity rounds the corner and bends down to get a drink
from the water fountain.

NEARBY

Joey stands talking to two JOCK COHORTS. The guys don't see
her.

JOEY
Don't talk to me about the sweetest
date. That little halo Bianca is
gonna be prone and proven on prom
night. Six virgins in a row.

The cohorts chortle Chastity keeps drinking from the fountain.

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

Joey leans against Patrick's Jeep. Patrick is inside.

PATRICK
I don't know, Dorsey... the limo --
the flowers. Another hundred for the
tux --

JOEY
Enough with the Barbie n' Ken shit.
I know.

He pulls out his wallet and hands Patrick a wad of money

JOEY
Take it...

Patrick does, with a smile, as he ROARS out of the parking
lot.

INT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Kat and Mandella deface a prom flyer.

KAT
Can you even imagine? Who the hell
would go to this a bastion of
commercial excess?

MANDELLA
Well, I guess we're not, since we
don't have dates.

KAT
Listen to you! You sound like Betty,
all pissed off because Archie is
taking Veronica.

MANDELLA
Okay, okay, we won't go. It's not
like I have a dress anyway.

KAT
You're looking at this from the wrong
perspective. We're making a statement.

MANDELLA
(unconvinced)
Oh, good. Something new and different
for us.

EXT. ARCHERY FIELD - DAY

Mr. Chapin patrols as boys and girls shoot arrows at targets.
Joey swaggers up to Bianca, who is taking careful aim.
Chastity watches from across the row.

JOEY
Hey, sweet cheeks.

BIANCA
(not looking at him)
Hi, Joey.

JOEY
You're concentrating awfully hard
considering it's gym class.

She lets the arrow go and turns to look at him.

JOEY
Listen, I want to talk to you about
the prom.

BIANCA
You know the deal. I can't go if Kat
doesn't go --

In the background, a RASTA crumples to the ground. Hit. A
casualty of Gym. Mr. Chapin scurries over.

JOEY
Your sister is going.

Bianca looks at him, surprised.

BIANCA
Since when?

Joey takes the bow and arrow from Bianca's hand. He draws
back and takes aim.

JOEY
I'm taking care of it.

Chastity looks over from her spot on the field, but keeps
lips firmly shut.

INT. BOOK STORE - DAY

Kat browses through the feminist lit section Patrick appears,
through a hole in the books.

PATRICK
Excuse me, have you seen The Feminine
Mystique? I lost my copy.

KAT
(frowning)
What are you doing here?

PATRICK
I heard there was a poetry reading.

KAT
You're so --

PATRICK
Pleasant?

Kat stares at him, deadpan.

PATRICK
Wholesome.

KAT
Unwelcome.

PATRICK
Unwelcome? I guess someone still has
her panties in a twist.

KAT
Don't for one minute think that you
had any effect whatsoever on my
panties.

PATRICK
So what did I have an effect on?

KAT
Other than my upchuck reflex? Nothing.

She pushes past him and heads out the door. Pat looks down
at the book he's been holding in his hand: Taming of the
Shrew.

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

Cameron and Michael flank Patrick as he shovels food into
mouth.

PATRICK
You were right. She's still pissed.

MICHAEL
Sweet love, renew thy force!

PATRICK
Man -- don't say shit like that to
me. People can hear you.

CAMERON
(exasperated)
You humiliated the woman! Sacrifice
yourself on the altar of dignity and
even the score.

MICHAEL
Best case scenario, you're back on
the payroll for awhile.

PATRICK
What's the worst?

CAMERON
You get the girl.

Patrick thinks for a minute.

PATRICK
If I go down. I'm takin' her with me

INT. ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

Kat and the other students sit at their desks, taking a quiz
Patrick's seat is conspicuously empty.

From outside, we hear the soft, unsure beginnings of a SONG.
Kat looks up, then out the window, HORRIFIED.

The song grows louder until we realize it's The Partridge
Family's "I Think I Love You". Being sung by Patrick.

PATRICK (O.S.)
"This morning, I woke up with this
feeling, I didn't know how to deal
with, and so I just decided to myself --
"

The STUDENTS rush to the window. OUTSIDE Patrick stands
beneath the window, crooning.

Scurvy is next to him, keeping the beat on the bongos and
doing backup vocals.

PATRICK
"I'd hide it to myself. And never
talk about it. And didn't I go and
shout it when you walked into the
room --"

He makes quite a sarcastic show of it.

IN THE CLASSROOM

Mrs. Blaise touches her heart, as if the song is for her.
Kat slowly walks to the window, peeking below.

OUTSIDE

Patrick smiles at her as he finishes the verse with a big
finale.

PATRICK
"I think I love you, I..."

INSIDE

The other students laugh, clap, cheer, etc. Kat sinks down,
mortified, but with a slight smile

INT. DETENTION HALL - DAY

Patrick and several other miscreants sit quietly, mulling
over their misfortune.

MISCREANT
Nice song, Verona.

PATRICK
Flog me.

He makes the appropriate hand gesture Mr. Chapin, the gym
teacher, sits at the desk in front, ignoring them while he
reads a girly weightlifting magazine.

KAT (O.S.)
Excuse me, Mr. Chapin?

Patrick looks up at the sound of her voice and sees Kat
standing in the doorway. She gives him a smile and he perks
up a little.

Kat walks into the room and addresses Mr. Chapin again. He
turns fully to face her.

KAT
Sir, I'd like to state for the record
that Mr. Verona's current
incarceration is unnecessary. I never
filed a complaint.

MR. CHAPIN
You didn't have to. He disrupted a
classroom.

Kat glances over at Patrick and motions her head toward the
window.

Patrick shrugs, not knowing what she's talking about.

She motions again, and looks toward the window with an
expression that says, "Make a break for it, moron."

Kat brings her attention back to Mr. Chapin while Patrick
inches out of his seat toward the window.

The other miscreants watch with glee.

KAT
But, Mr. Chapin, I hardly think a
simple serenade warrants a week of
detention. There are far more hideous
acts than off-key singing being
performed by the student body on a
regular basis.

Patrick is halfway out the window now. And none too happy
about it, considering they're on the second floor.

He eyes a large TREE a few feet away from MR. CHAPIN. He
starts to turn away from Kat.

MR. CHAPIN
You're not gonna change my mind,
Kat. Rules stick.

Kat starts to panic, as Patrick has yet to make the jump for
the tree.

KAT
Wait, Mr. Chapin. There's something
I've always wanted to show you.

He turns back toward her again, the very second before he
would have spotted Patrick.

Kat glances toward the window. Patrick's just about to make
the jump.

MR. CHAPIN
What?

KAT
These.

From behind, we see her lift up her shirt and flash her bra
at Mr. Chapin, just as Patrick makes the jump.

The miscreants cheer, for both the daring escape and the
flash of skin.

Mr. Chapin reddens and tries to be stern.

MR. CHAPIN
I'm going to let that slide, Katarina.
But if I catch you doing that again,
you'll be in here with the rest of
these guys.

He motions to the remaining detention prisoners, without
noticing Patrick's absence.

Kat smiles at him.

KAT
Thank you, Mr. Chapin.

Kat bolts out the door. Mr. Chapin goes back to his muscle
mag, wiping the sweat from his brow.

EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS LAWN

Kat arrives at the tree, looking around breathlessly, seeing
no one.

KAT
He left! I sprung the dickhead and
he cruised on me.

PATRICK (O.S.)
Look up, sunshine.

She does. He's still in the tree.

PATRICK
I guess I never told you I'm afraid
of heights.

KAT
(smiling)
C'mon. It's not that bad.

PATRICK
Try lookin' at it from this angle.

She assesses the branch structure.

KAT
Put your right foot there --

PATRICK
Forget it. I'm stayin'.

KAT
You want me to climb up and show you
how to get down?

PATRICK
(voice trembling)
Maybe.

She sighs and dose so. When she gets to his level, she perches
on the branch next to him. He grins at her.

Then swings himself down with the grace and ease of a monkey,
leaving her sitting there, realizing she's been duped.

KAT
You shit!

She climbs down after him.

EXT. OUTDOOR ARCADE - DAY

Patrick and Kat walk amongst the games.

KAT
The Partridge Family?

PATRICK
I figured it had to be something
ridiculous to win your respect. And
piss you off.

KAT
Good call.

PATRICK
So how'd you get Chapin to look the
other way?

KAT
I dazzled him with my wit.

She stops and picks up a toy gun that SHOOTS water at giggling
hyenas and wails on it. The barker hands her a stuffed animal
as her prize. She hands it to the small KID next to her and
they continue walking.

PATRICK
(sarcastic)
A soft side? Who knew?

KAT
Yeah, well, don't let it get out.

PATRICK
So what's your excuse?

KAT
Acting the way we do.

PATRICK
Yes.

KAT
I don't like to do what people expect.
Then they expect it all the time and
they get disappointed when you change.

PATRICK
So if you disappoint them from the
start, you're covered?

KAT
Something like that.

PATRICK
Then you screwed up.

KAT
How?

PATRICK
You never disappointed me.

She blushes under his gaze.

PATRICK
You up for it?

KAT
For...?

He motions to the SIGN for a paint-ball game. She grins SERIES
OF SHOTS:

The two of them creep through the paint-ball course, stealthy
and full of the desire to best the other.

Patrick nails Kat in the back with a big glob of red paint.
Kat gets him in the chest with a glob of blue.

Patrick returns fire with a big yellow splat to the side of
her face.

Kat squirts a green shot to his forehead. After a few more
shots, they're both covered in paint. She tries to shoot him
again, only to find that her gun is empty.

KAT
Damn it!

Patrick grabs her in a victorious tackle. They land, laughing.

It's hard to even recognize them, as their hair and faces
are so smeared with paint globs, but they still manage to
find each other's eyes.

He wipes a smear of blue paint away from her lips, as he
goes to kiss her.

NEARBY

The kid with the stuffed animal, points.

KID
Look, Mom.

His mother hurries him away. What's started as a tackle has
turned into a passionate kiss.

EXT. STRATFORD HOUSE - NIGHT

Patrick pulls up in Kat's driveway. Their paint wardrobe has
dried by now and they look like refugees from some strange,
yet colorful, war.

KAT
State trooper?

PATRICK
Fallacy.

KAT
The duck?

PATRICK
Hearsay.

KAT
I know the porn career's a lie.

He shuts off the car and turns to her.

PATRICK
Do you?

He kisses her neck. It tickles. She laughs.

KAT
Tell me something true.

PATRICK
I hate peas.

KAT
No -- something real. Something no
one else knows.

PATRICK
(in-between kisses)
You're sweet. And sexy. And completely
hot for me.

KAT
What?

PATRICK
No one else knows.

KAT
You're amazingly self-assured. Has
anyone ever told you that?

PATRICK
Go to the prom with me.

Kat's smile disappears.

KAT
Is that a request or a command?

PATRICK
You know what I mean.

KAT
No.

PATRICK
No what?

KAT
No, I won't go with you.

PATRICK
Why not?

KAT
Because I don't want to. It's a stupid
tradition.

Patrick sits quietly, torn. He can't very well tell her he
being paid to take her.

PATRICK
People won't expect you to go...

Kat turns to him, getting angry.

KAT
Why are you doing this? All of it --
what's in it for you?

He sits silently, not looking at her, confirming her
suspicions.

KAT
Create a little drama? Start a new
rumor? What?

PATRICK
So I have to have a motive to be
with you?

KAT
You tell me.

PATRICK
You need therapy. Has anyone ever
told you that?

KAT
(quietly)
Answer the question, Patrick.

PATRICK
(angry)
Nothing! There's nothing in it for
me. Just the pleasure of your company.

He takes out a cigarette. She breaks it in half before she
SLAMS the car door and walks into the house.

Patrick PEELS out of the driveway. Kat turns at the front
door and watches him go.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Patrick pulls up to a stop light and waits for the green. He
glances over at A DRUNKEN HOMELESS GUY in the median, who
has decided that he doesn't need to wear pants.

Patrick pulls out his wallet, takes the wad of money Joey
gave him and hands it to the homeless guy.

PATRICK
Cover that up.

The light turns green and Patrick pulls away.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE/BATHROOM - NIGHT

Kat stands at the sink, scrubbing paint off of her face.
Bianca TAPS on the open door.

BIANCA
Quick question -- are you going to
the prom?

Kat pushes the door shut with a SLAM.

INT. STUDY HALL - DAY

Cameron and Bianca sit together at their study cubby. She
fingers a strand of her hair.

BIANCA
Then Guillermo says, "If you go any
lighter, you're gonna look like an
extra on 90210."

CAMERON
No...

Bianca stares at him for a moment.

BIANCA
Do you listen to this crap?

CAMERON
What crap?

BIANCA
Me. This endless... blonde babble.
I'm like, boring myself.

CAMERON
Thank God! If I had to hear one more
story about your coiffure...

He mock stabs himself with a pencil as she giggles and smacks
his hand away.

CAMERON
I figured you'd get to the good stuff
eventually.

BIANCA
What good stuff?

CAMERON
The "real you".

BIANCA
Like my fear of wearing pastels?

He looks stricken.

BIANCA
I'm kidding.
(beat)
You know how sometimes you just become
this "persona"? And you don't know
how to quit?

CAMERON
(matter of fact)
No.

BIANCA
Okay -- you're gonna need to learn
how to lie.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Mandella struggles with the lock on her locker. Finally, it
opens.

Hanging inside is a beautiful DRESS, inspired by the 16th
Century. Mandella slowly unpins a NOTE from the dress.

INSERT -- "O FAIR ONE. JOIN ME AT THE PROM. I WILL BE WAITING.
LOVE, WILLIAM S."

Mandella's agog. Trevor walks by and sees her holding the
dress.

TREVOR
You're gonna look splendiferous in
that, Mandella.

Mandella looks up sharply, shaken from her reverie.

TREVOR
That's cool to say.

Mandella grins. It is.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE/DEN - DAY

Sharon is at her computer, Walter at his exercise bike.

SHARON
Would you rather be ravished by a
pirate or a British rear admiral?

WALTER
Pirate -- no question.

Bianca enters and walks over to Walter.

BIANCA
Daddy, I want to discuss the prom
with you. It's tomorrow night --

WALTER
The prom? Kat has a date?

BIANCA
No, but...

WALTER
It's that hot rod Joey, right? That's
who you want me to bend my rules
for?

BIANCA
He's not a "hot rod". Whatever that
is.

WALTER
You're not going unless your sister
goes. End of story.

BIANCA
Fine. I see that I'm a prisoner in
my own house. I'm not a daughter.
I'm a possession!

Bianca storms out.

WALTER
(calling out)
You know what happens at proms?

Sharon stops her typing and looks up at Walter.

SHARON
They'll dance, they'll kiss, they'll
come home. Let her go.

WALTER
Kissing? Is that what you think
happens? Kissing isn't what keeps me
up to my elbows in placenta all day.

INT. BIANCA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Bianca lies on her bed. MTV blares. A KNOCK sounds.

BIANCA
Come in.

Kat enters and sits down on the bed, muting the TV.

KAT
(kindly)
Listen, I know you hate having to
sit home because I'm not Susie High
School.

BIANCA
Like you care.

KAT
I do care. But I'm a firm believer
in doing something for your own
reasons, not someone else's.

BIANCA
I wish I had that luxury. I'm the
only sophomore that got asked to the
prom and I can't go, because you
won't.

Kat clears her throat.

KAT
Joey never told you we went out, did
he?

BIANCA
What?

KAT
In 9th. For a month

BIANCA
(confused)
Why?

KAT
(self-mocking)
He was, like, a total babe.

BIANCA
But you hate Joey.

KAT
Now I do. Back then, was a different
story.

BIANCA
As in...

Kat takes a deep breath.

KAT
He said everyone was doing it. So I
did it.

BIANCA
You did what?

KAT
(continuing on)
Just once. Afterwards, I told him I
didn't want to anymore. I wasn't
ready. He got pissed. Then he broke
up with me.

Bianca stares at her, dumbfounded

BIANCA
But...

KAT
After that, I swore I'd never do
anything just because "everyone else"
was doing it. And I haven't since.
Except for Bogey's party, and my
stunning gastro-intestinal display --

BIANCA
(stunned)
Why didn't you tell me?

KAT
I wanted to let you make up your own
mind about him.

BIANCA
No, you didn't! If you really thought
I could make my own decisions, you
would've let me go out with him
instead of helping Daddy hold me
hostage.

Kat stands up slowly.

KAT
That's not

BIANCA
I'm not stupid enough to repeat your
mistakes.

KAT
I guess I thought I was protecting
you.

BIANCA
God, you're just like him! Just keep
me locked away in the dark, so I
can't experience anything for myself.

KAT
Not all experiences are good, Bianca.
You can't always trust the people
you want to.

BIANCA
I guess I'll never know, will I?

She rises and holds the door open for Kat, then slams it
behind her.

EXT. STRATFORD HOUSE - DAY

A sprinkler cruises the lawn.

INT. KAT'S ROOM - DAY

Kat lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. She rolls over and
picks up the phone.

BIANCA'S ROOM - DAY

Bianca, still in her pajamas, eats a bowl of cereal while
watching "I Love Lucy" reruns.

A KNOCK sounds.

BIANCA
Come in.

Kat opens the door and peers in with a grin

KAT
Feel like shopping?

Bianca looks up, hopefully.

LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Walter and Sharon are in front of the television. Walter has
the TV Guide in hand, glasses on.

WALTER
What do you wanna watch? We've got
crap, crap, crap or crap.

SHARON
Dr. Ruth?

Bianca walks into the living room. She's wearing a prom dress.

BIANCA
Hi, Mommy.
(looking away)

WALTER

Walter scurries, takes off his glasses and looks from Bianca
to Sharon.

SHARON
Honey, you look beautiful!

BIANCA
You like? My date should be here in
five.

WALTER
I'm missing something.

BIANCA
I have a date, Daddy. And he's not a
captain of oppression like some men
we know.

The DOORBELL RINGS. Bianca runs to open it. There stands
CAMERON. He takes in Bianca's outfit.

CAMERON
Wow.

BIANCA
Let's go.

Walter rises. Sharon pulls him back down on the couch.

SHARON
(to Bianca)
Have a great time, honey!

WALTER
But -- who -- what --?

The door SLAMS. As Sharon looks at Walter with a grin, a
blur rushes down the stairs and out the door. The blur has
Kat's voice.

KAT
Hey, guys. I'm going to the prom.
See you in a few.

The door SLAMS again. Walter and Sharon are alone.

WALTER
What just happened?

SHARON
Your daughters went to the prom.

WALTER
Did I have anything to say about it?

SHARON
Absolutely not.

WALTER
That's what I thought.

The DOORBELL RINGS again. Walter opens it to find Joey on
the porch, wearing a tux.

JOEY
I'm here to pick up Bianca.

WALTER
You're too late...

He SLAMS the door shut.

EXT HOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Kat pulls up in her car, emerging resplendent in an ice gown.

Patrick sits on the steps, waiting. In a tux.

KAT
How'd you get a tux at the last
minute?

PATRICK
It's Scurvy's. His date got convicted.
Where'd you get the dress?

KAT
It's just something I had. You know...

PATRICK
(smiling)
Oh huh...

KAT
Look, I'm -- sorry -- that I
questioned your motives. I was wrong.

Patrick winces slightly, but covers it with a smile.

PATRICK
No prob.

He remains seated. Kat fidgets nervously.

KAT
Are you ready?

He rises and stares at her, taking in her image
appreciatively. She blushes and turns away.

KAT
C'mon. Let's get this over with.

INT. PROM - NIGHT

A hotel ballroom transformed into a fantasy world. Patrick
and Kat enter, Kat attempting to deny the romance of it.

KAT
Quite the ostentatious display.

A cowboy two-steps by them, dragging some poor girl around.

PATRICK
Look, Clem even wore his good boots.

Kat steps forward, looking around and spots Cameron and Bianca
dancing cheek to cheek. She smiles.

ACROSS THE ROOM

Mandella enters nervously, in the long Elizabethan gown,
hair piled on top of her head. She spots Kat and hurries
over.

MANDELLA
Have you seen him?

KAT
Who?

MANDELLA
William -- he asked me to meet him
here.

KAT
Oh, honey -- tell me we haven't
progressed to full-on hallucinations.

Patrick looks toward the door and taps Kat. She turns and
points Mandella the same way.

Michael -- in full Shakespearean dress with a new goatee on
his chin -- bows in their direction. Mandella's grin couldn't
be bigger.

Michael swashbuckles over to them, taking Mandella's hand
and leading her onto the dance floor.

MICHAEL
Mi' lady.
(to Patrick)
Good sir.

Patrick rolls his eyes.

INT. PROM - NIGHT - LATER

Kat and Patrick dance to a slow SONG. Whatever he's whispering
into her ear is making her laugh.

Cam and Bianca dance nearby, glowing with happiness. She
whispers something in his ear and heads for the ladies' room.

INT. LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

Bianca walks in, positively radiant. Chastity emerges from a
stall.

BIANCA
(surprised)
What are you doing here?

Chastity checks her hair in the mirror, aloof.

CHASTITY
You think you're the only sophomore
at the prom?

BIANCA
I did.

Chastity maintains her snooty tone.

CHASTITY
And just so you know, my date isn't
planning on spending most of the
night in his backseat.

BIANCA
What're you talking about?

CHASTITY
Joey Dorsey is only after one thing --
your cherry. He practically made a
public announcement.

Appalled, Bianca storms out. Chastity tries to backpedal.

CHASTITY
I wanted to tell you...

INT. PROM - NIGHT

Joey, drunk, disorderly and pissed off, walks in with a few
stray jocks -- also dateless. He zeroes in on Cameron, now
consoling a pissed-off Bianca.

Patrick and Kat continue to slow dance, oblivious to the
evil about to erupt.

PATRICK
My grandmother's...

KAT
What?

PATRICK
That's where I was last year. She'd
never lived alone -- my grandfather
died -- I stayed with her. I wasn't
in jail, I don't know Marilyn Manson,
and I've never slept with a Spice
Girl. I spent a year sitting next to
my grandma on the couch watching
Wheel of Fortune. End of story.

He takes a breath and looks away, not meeting her eyes. Kat
stares at him for a moment and laughs a delighted laugh

KAT
That's completely adorable!

PATRICK
It gets worse -- you still have your
freshman yearbook?

He's interrupted by Joey's hand on his shoulder.

JOEY
What's Bianca doing here with that
cheese dick? I didn't pay you to let
some little punk ass snake me.

ACROSS THE ROOM

Michael spots the altercation and dances Mandella over to
Cameron and Bianca.

MICHAEL
(to Cameron)
Feces hitting fan. C'mon...

Michael takes Cameron aside, leaving Mandella and Bianca
staring after them.

ACROSS THE ROOM

Michael and Cameron approach Joey as he continues to taunt
Patrick who keeps quiet, realizing the weight of this
situation.

MICHAEL
Joey, pal, compadre. Let's take it
easy.

Joey turns toward Michael and Cameron.

JOEY
You two are in big trouble.

Cameron faces Joey.

CAMERON
Admit it. You lost. Be a man.

Joey PUNCHES Cameron in the face, taking him by surprise.
Cameron holds his nose as it bleeds onto his tux.

The various cliques descend angrily and Joey is soon
surrounded by seething Cowboys, Coffee Kids and White Rastas.

DEREK
Very uncool, my brother.

JOEY
I'm not your brother, white boy.

The other Rastas GASP, as if stung by the realization that
they're white.

Joey turns back to Patrick and Kat.

JOEY
Just so you know -- she'll only spread
her legs once.

Kat looks from Joey to Patrick, not sure what she's hearing.
Joey pushes through the crowd but a HAND drags him back.
It's Bianca. And she BELTS the hell out of him.

BIANCA
That's for making my date bleed.

She BELTS him again.

BIANCA
That's for my sister.

And again.

BIANCA
And that's for me.

Cliques now descend on Joey, punching him wildly.

COWBOY
And that's for the fourth grade,
asshole.

HOTEL - NIGHT

KAT runs down the stairs, Patrick chasing her

PATRICK
Wait I...

KAT
You were paid to take me out! By --
the one person I truly hate. I knew
it was a set-up!

PATRICK
It wasn't like that.

KAT
Really? What was it like? A down
payment now, then a bonus for sleeping
with me?

PATRICK
I didn't care about the money.

He catches up to her now.

PATRICK
I cared about --

She turns to face him with a countenance more in sorrow than
in anger.

KAT
You are so not what I thought you
were.

He grabs her and kisses her to shut her up. After a second,
she jerks away and flees down the stairs and out of sight.

Bianca stands at the top of the stairs, watching. She's never
looked more guilty.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE - DAY

Kat is sprawled on the couch in sweats, wrapped in a blanket,
watching "Sixteen Candles". When Molly Ringwald leans across
the birthday cake to get a kiss from her dream date, Kat
changes the channel disgustedly, settling for an infomercial
The phone sits next to her. Not ringing. Bianca breezes in,
bearing a cup of tea.

BIANCA
Are you sure you don't want to come
with us? It'll be fun.

Kat takes the tea and gives a weak smile.

KAT
I'm sure.

Bianca sits down next to her.

BIANCA
You looked beautiful last night, you
know.

KAT
So did you.

Bianca gives her a squeeze, then jumps up when the DOORBELL
rings, opening the door to a waiting Cameron. He peeks his
head inside.

CAMERON
She okay?

BIANCA
I hope so.

The door shuts behind her as Walter enters.

WALTER
Was that your sister?

KAT
Yeah. She left with some bikers. Big
ones. Full of sperm.

WALTER
Funny.

Walter sits down on the arm of the chair and watches the
infomercial with Kat.

WALTER
I don't understand the allure of
dehydrated food. Is this something I
should be hip to?

KAT
No, Daddy.

WALTER
(dreading the answer)
So tell me about this dance. Was it
fun?

KAT
Parts of it.

WALTER
Which parts?

KAT
The part where Bianca beat the hell
out of some guy.

WALTER
Bianca did what?

KAT
What's the matter? Upset that I rubbed
off on her?

WALTER
No -- impressed.

Kat looks up in surprise.

WALTER
You know, fathers don't like to admit
that their daughters are capable of
running their own lives. It means
we've become spectators. Bianca still
lets me play a few innings. You've
had me on the bleachers for years.
When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I
won't even be able to watch the game.

KAT
(hopeful)
When I go?

WALTER
Oh, Christ. Don't tell me you've
changed your mind. I already sent
'em a check.

Kat reaches over and gives him a hug.

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

Kat stands grabs a box of cornflakes from the food line.

CAMERON (O.S.)
Katarina?

She turns and looks at him.

CAMERON
I'd like to express my apologies.

KAT
For what?

CAMERON
(looking down)
I didn't mean for you to get -- When
Bianca asked me to find you a
boyfriend, I had no idea it would
turn out so -- ugly. I would never
have done anything to compromise
your --

He trails off when he realizes she's thrown her food tray
against the wall and marched off -- the old "kill, kill"
look back in her eyes.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Kat stomps up the hallway, full of menace.

CLASSROOM - DAY

Bianca's English teacher perches on the edge of a desk, open
book in hand.

TEACHER
Who can tell me at what point Lucentio
admits his deception?

The door of the classroom FLIES open and an angry Kat stalks
in, yanking Bianca from her chair and dragging her toward
the hallway.

KAT
(to the teacher)
Family emergency.

HALLWAY - DAY

Bianca tries to pull away as Kat drags her by the hair between
two rows of lockers.

BIANCA
Let go!

KAT
You set me up.

BIANCA
I just wanted --

KAT
What? To completely damage me? To
send me to therapy forever? What?

BIANCA
No! I just wanted...

Miss Perky walks up.

MISS PERKY
Ladies? Shall we take a trip to my
office?

INT. MISS PERKY'S OFFICE - DAY

Miss Perky stares at both sisters as they sit before her,
then focuses on Bianca.

MISS PERKY
So you're the real bitch.

BIANCA
Yes! Okay? Yes -- I'm the real bitch.
I wanted her to get a boyfriend so I
could. Apparently, this makes me a
horrible person. I'm sorry.

She turns to Kat.

BIANCA
I swear -- I didn't know about the
money. I didn't even know Joey was
involved. I would never intentionally
hurt you, Kat.

MISS PERKY
(to Kat)
Do you care to respond?

KAT
Am I supposed to feel better? Like,
right now? Or do I have some time to
think about it?

MISS PERKY
Just smack her now.

Bianca rises, taking Kat by the arm.

BIANCA
(to Miss Perky)
We'll be getting back to you.

MISS PERKY
What, no hug?

HALLWAY - DAY

And Bianca leave Miss Perky's office.

BIANCA
Is that woman a complete fruit-loop
or is it just me?

KAT
It's just you.

ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

Mrs. Blaise faces the class.

MRS. BLAISE
All right. I'm assuming everyone
found time to compose, their poems.
Except for Mr. Dorsey, who's still
in ICU.

Nerds in the back high-five each other.

MRS. BLAISE
Would anyone care to read theirs
aloud?

No one moves. Then Kat slowly stands up.

KAT
I'll go.

Patrick looks up.

MRS. BLAISE
Oh, Lord.

She downs a couple Prozac.

MRS. BLAISE
Please proceed.

Kat stands, puts on her glasses, and takes a deep breath
before reading from her notebook.

KAT
I hate the way you talk to me / and
the way you cut your hair / I hate
the way you drive my car / I hate it
when you stare.

She pauses, then continues.

KAT
I hate your big dumb combat boots /
and the way you read my mind / I
hate you so much it makes me sick /
it even makes me rhyme.

She takes a deep breath, and looks quickly at Patrick, who
stares at the floor.

KAT
I hate the way you're always right /
I hate it when you lie / I hate it
when you make me laugh / even worse
when you make me cry / I hate it
that you're not around / and the
fact that you didn't call / But mostly
I hate the way I don't hate you /
not even close, not even a little
bit, not even any at all.

She looks directly at Patrick. He looks back this time. The
look they exchange says everything.

Then she walks out of the room. The rest of the class remains
in stunned silence.

EXT. PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER

Kat walks to her car alone. When she opens the door, she's
greeted with a Fender Stratocaster guitar, reclining in the
front seat.

She picks it up slowly, inspecting every detail, then spins
around.

Patrick stands there, smiling.

KAT
A Fender Strat. You bought this?

PATRICK
I thought you could use it. When you
start your band.

She doesn't answer, but hides a smile, so he walks closer.

PATRICK
Besides, I had some extra cash. Some
asshole paid me to take out a really
great girl.

KAT
Is that right?

PATRICK
Yeah, but then I fucked up. I fell
for her.

Blushes and looks down.

PATRICK
You know -- it's not every day you
find a girl who'll flash her tits to
get you out of detention.

Looks up. Surprised and embarrassed that he found out. He
takes her upturned face as a sign to kiss her and he does
She lets him this time.

Then breaks it off.

KAT
You can't just buy me a guitar every
time you screw up, you know.

He grimaces.

PATRICK
I know...

He quiets her with another kiss Which she breaks off again.

KAT
And don't just think you can...

He kisses her again, not letting her end it this time.

STRATFORD HOUSE - SUNSET

We hear the sounds of MUSIC and LAUGHTER.

STRATFORD HOUSE/BACKYARD - SUNSET

Patrick is at the barbecue grill, flipping burgers. Kat
watches.

KAT
Why is my veggie burger the only
burnt object on this grill?

PATRICK
Because I like to torture you.

KAT
Oh, Bianca? Can you get me my freshman
yearbook?

PATRICK
Don't you even dare...

ON BIANCA AND CAMERON

As they argue on the patio.

CAMERON
They do to!

BIANCA
They do not!

Rises to get the yearbook.

CAMERON
Can someone please tell her that
sunflower seeds come from sunflowers?

ON MICHAEL AND MANDELLA

Severely making-out in a lawn chair. She comes up for a
breath.

MANDELLA
I can't remember a word of Shakespeare
right now. Isn't that weird?

Michael pulls her back down for another round.

ON KAT AND PATRICK

She tries to keep him from grabbing the yearbook that Bianca
now hands her.

KAT
You're freaked over this, aren't
you?

Bianca hands her the yearbook.

BIANCA
He's more than freaked. He's froke.

Flips to a page.

KAT
I'd like to call your attention to
Patrick Verona's stunning bad-ass
look of 1995 --

INSERT -- A horrifically nerdy freshman year picture. Glasses,
bad hair, headgear -- the works.

She holds up the picture for all to view. Patrick cringes
and throws a handful of pretzels at her.

BIANCA
Patrick -- is that -- a...

KAT
Perm?

PATRICK
Ask my attorney.

Kat and Bianca huddle over the picture, giggling -- as we
CRANE UP and hear a GIRLY PUNK version of The Partridge
Family's "I Think I Love You".

FADE OUT:

THE END

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