ACT FOUR

FADE IN:

INT. A ROOM

An anonymous room (in Delbert's house). The focus, though,
is on Delbert and Sam, who are sitting in a face-to-face
huddle.

SAM
You CAN do this, right?

DELBERT
Sure. No problem. Easy.

SAM
Today?

DELBERT
Yeah, sure.

SAM
What about the documents?

DELBERT
If you've got the thing, I
can do that right now.

He bounces up; Sam follows suit.

FLIP CUT TO:

EXT. A STREET - LATER

A suburban residential street. Brooke is walking down the
sidewalk, looking at house numbers and consulting a piece of
paper. She spots the house she wants—Delbert's house—and
walks towards it. She is one yard away when the door opens.
She ducks behind a shrub, watching (but too far away to
listen).

Delbert and Sam come out of the house and stand on the
stoop. Sam is holding a paper bag and a large manila
envelope.

SAM
Get it set up. I'll call
you tonight and tell you
when.

DELBERT
I'll be ready whenever you
are.

Meanwhile, Brooke watches Sam walk down the sidewalk.

BROOKE
(muttering darkly)
Well, Sam, you're just
showing up everywhere today.

She waits until Sam gets in her car and drives off; then she
resolutely marches towards the house.

CUT TO:

EXT. DELBERT'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Brooke steps up to the front door and stops. She reaches
into her jacket pocket, pulls out a mini-tape recorder,
thumbs it on and sticks it back into her pocket. Then she
rings the doorbell.

A few moments later, the front door opens, with Delbert
standing there. Before he can say anything, she shoulders
her way in.

DELBERT
Hey! Who are you?

She muscles him against the wall, glaring down at him.

BROOKE
(tough-girl)
I'm gonna be your worst
nightmare, twerp, unless you
tell me everything you and
Sam McPherson have been
doing.

CUT TO:

INT. DELBERT'S HOUSE - LATER

Brooke has Delbert pinned up against another wall, the front
of his shirt bunched in her hands.

DELBERT
When my brother Eldon comes
home, you'll be in big
trouble!

Brooke seems unimpressed.

BROOKE
What's he gonna do? Use his
slide rule on me? Now tell
me about Sam McPherson!

DELBERT
Who?

BROOKE
Don't give me "who?",
buster! She was just here!

Brooke slams Delbert back into the wall for emphasis

DELBERT
So she was here. So what?

BROOKE
(still tough)
Don't play games with me! I
know the two of you broke
into the Kennedy High
computer!

DELBERT
(peevishly)
You can't prove anything.
And what do you care,
anyway?

BROOKE
I'm the person whose grades
you changed, you idiot!

Delbert pales a bit, but quickly recovers his bravado.

DELBERT
Yeah, well, like I said, you
can't prove it.

Brooke pushes him again.

BROOKE
You start talking, or so
help me, I'll make your life
a living hell.

DELBERT
(squeaking)
I'm not sacred of you.

BROOKE
Do you know who I am? I'm
Brooke McQueen! "Queen of
the Cougarettes"?

This time Delbert goes pale and stays that way.

DELBERT
Th-th-that Brooke McQueen?

BROOKE
That's right. And I still
know people at Washington.
I make one phone call, and
you will be running laps in
Mr. Denton's detention every
afternoon for the next year
and a half!

DELBERT
Hey, I'm sorry, okay? She
didn't tell me what she
wanted to do. I thought she
just wanted to raise her own
grades!

BROOKE
What was she doing here
today?

DELBERT
Nothing! I swear!

Before Brooke can respond, the sound of a door opening comes
from behind her.

DELBERT (CONT'D)
Eldon!

Brooke turns around—and the tough expression on her face
vanishes as she finds herself looking up at a beefy
linebacker-type.

CUT TO:

EXT. DELBERT'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Brooke gets literally thrown out of the house, stumbling
down the steps and landing on her butt on the walk.

BROOKE
Ow!

ELDON
—and stay out!

The front door slams shut. Brooke picks herself up and
reaches into her pocket for the tape recorder. She switches
it off, satisfied (if a little bruised), and walks off.

CUT TO:

INT. MCQUEEN LIVING ROOM - LATER

The tape recorder is sitting on the coffee table, playing.
At the part where Eldon comes in, Brooke reaches out and
shuts the machine off.

BROOKE
(triumphant)
See? SHE did it! She broke
into the computer and
changed my grades!

Mike and Jane, sitting together on the sofa, look at each
other.

MIKE
I don't know...Jane?

JANE
He didn't EXACTLY say that
Sam did anything.

Brooke's expression turns incredulous.

BROOKE
Yes he did!

MIKE
Honey, I think you might
have been putting words in
this kid's mouth. It sounds
like you were really
bullying him.

BROOKE
I was NOT! And this "kid"
is a hacker! Emory's cousin
got him on a security camera
right by the school the
night my grades got changed!
And I SAW Sam at his house
today!

JANE
Brooke, it's not that we
don't believe you...

BROOKE
Of course you don't believe
me!

MIKE
Don't say that. We WANT to
believe you. It's
just...this thing you're
accusing Sam of, it's—

BROOKE
That's what I'm saying!
This isn't some high school
prank! She is tampering
with my LIFE!

JANE
We know you're upset,
Brooke. Obviously we need
to sit down with Sam and
talk this through—

Infuriated, Brooke leaps up and snatches the tape recorder
off the table.

BROOKE
I don't believe this! What
good is talking going to
do? I can't believe I ever
thought you would listen to
me!

Brooke storms out of the room. Mike and Jane look at each
other again, clearly troubled.

MIKE
Jane... I know we're trying
to be fair to Sam, but—

JANE
Do you really think she
would go that far?

Mike thinks that one over for a moment.

MIKE
I don't know. Look, we have
to face the fact that we
don't really now her
anymore.

JANE
Yes, but... Mike, I just
can't believe Sam would do
something criminal.

CUT TO:

INT. A BANK

A man is sitting behind a desk labeled "New Accounts,"
looking over a bunch of papers.

BANK OFFICER
These all seem to be in
order. If you could give me
your driver's license, I'll
be happy to set you up,
Ms.—
(checking)
—McQueen.

On the other side of the desk, "Ms. McQueen"—Sam in a long
blonde wig—smiles sweetly and hands over a card.

INSERT: THE DRIVER'S LICENSE

A perfectly authentic-looking license, with Brooke's name
and Blonde Sam's photo.

The man glances at the license, gathers up the papers, and
rises.

BANK OFFICER
It'll only take a minute to
scan these.

He walks towards the back.

SAM
(calling)
Take your time!

She settles back in her chair, a very satisfied look on her
face.

CUT TO:

EXT. NATALIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Harrison steps up to the front door and, after taking a deep
breath, rings the doorbell. A few moments pass, and then
the door opens. Natalie is standing there—dressed in a
silk robe.

HARRISON
(confused)
Natalie! I, um, ah—did you
cancel? 'Cause I—

She reaches out for him.

NATALIE
No, no—come on in!

With a little prodding, he follows her into the house.

CUT TO:

INT. NATALIE'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Natalie is still leading Harrison through the house.

HARRISON
...didn't you say the show
started at midnight? We're
going to miss it.

NATALIE
(grinning)
No, we're not...

She pulls him into a darkened room and, with the flip of a
switch, reveals a richly-furnished, state-of-the-art theater
room. Natalie waves her arm.

NATALIE (CONT'D)
Ta-da!

Harrison is immediately wary.

HARRISON
Uh, I, I, I don't think this
is a good idea.

He backs away, but she grabs onto him.

NATALIE
Come on, Harrison, please?

HARRISON
No, Natalie! This—all this—
I thought we talked about
this! Why are you doing
this?

NATALIE
This isn't anything, it's
just a movie—

HARRISON
It's just a midnight movie
at your house, on your
couch, with you dressed like
THAT!

He shakes her off.

HARRISON (CONT'D)
This is like a bad late-
night cable show! You're
trying to seduce me!

NATALIE
(hopeful)
Is it working?

Harrison glares at her.

NATALIE (CONT'D)
(downcast)
I didn't think so.

HARRISON
Why did you think I'd go for
this?

NATALIE
Harrison, I was kidding. My
parents are home. There is
zero chance of anything
happening.

HARRISON
(skeptical)
Your parents. Are here.

He steps back from the room, looking around the open
vestibule area.

HARRISON (CONT'D)
Mr. James? Mrs. James?

Natalie rushes out to quiet him.

NATALIE
Shhhh! You're gonna wake
them up!

Harrison crosses his arms at her.

HARRISON
Your parents are upstairs
sleeping?

Natalie nods.

HARRISON (CONT'D)
And there's zero chance of
anything happening?

Natalie fidgets and withers under Harrison's glare.

NATALIE
Okay, maybe a LITTLE
something. But not a BIG
something.

Harrison shakes his head and turns away. Natalie clutches
at him once more.

NATALIE (CONT'D)
Please, Harrison, just come
in and watch the movie?
Hands off, I promise.

HARRISON
Sorry, Natalie. It's gonna
have to be a matinee.

He pulls free and walks away, leaving Natalie looking both
sad and frustrated.

CUT TO:

INT. KRUPPS' OFFICE - LATER

The office is dark—except for someone prowling around with
a flashlight. They use a letter opener to jimmy open
Krupps' desk drawer, taking a slip of paper from it. Then
Natalie's scarf drops softly to the floor beside the desk.
Finally, the intruder—Sam—takes her cell phone and makes a
call.

SAM
(into the phone)
Now.

She opens a door to the outside, passes through it, and
then, from the outside, breaks the window before slipping
away. A few moments later the alarm goes off.

DISSOLVE TO:

MONTAGE

A series of shots, set to music:

Harrison walking along a street in a funk, hands stuffed in
his pockets;

Brooke nursing a cup of coffee at the diner;

Delbert working at his computer;

The computer screen as he replaces the Blonde Sam ID with
Brooke's, and transfers all the money out of the student
fund account;

Natalie, curled up on the couch in the flickering light of
the television, eating popcorn alone;

Brooke getting up and walking out of the diner;

Harrison walking in by a different door a moment later;

Sam's laptop, displaying an instant message reading "DONE";

Sam closing the laptop, her face starting cold and hard, but
dissolving into weariness.

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT FOUR

THE END