MY SO-CALLED LIFE "Betrayal" Season 1, Episode 17 Version 1.00 Last revised: March 14, 1995 Transcribed by: Luke MZJ ArthurAngela = Angela Chase Rayanne = Rayanne Graff Sharon = Sharon Cherski Patty = Patty Chase Rickie = Rickie Vasquez Graham = Graham Chase Brian = Brian Krakow Jordan = Jordan Catalano Hallie = Hallie Lowenthal Delia = Delia Fisher Katimski = Mr. Katimski Abyssinia = Abyssinia Churchill Corey = Corey Hellfrick Camille = Camille Cherski Bernice = Bernice Krakow Bob = Bob Krakow Phy Ed = Physical Education teacher Girl #1 = Girl #1 in gym class Girl #2 = Girl #2 in gym class ----------- [Angela's bedroom. Angela awakens] Angela : [voiceover] I loved Jordan Catalano so much, and talked about him so much, and thought about him so much, it was like he lived inside me. Like he had taken possession of my soul, or something. And then one day...I got over him! [Angela dances and sings to "Blister In The Sun"] [Chase kitchen] Angela : [voiceover] It was like Jordan Catalano had been surgically removed from my heart. And I was free! [Liberty High auditorium] Abyssinia : My, isn't the moonlight terrible? And choir practice going on. I think if you hold your breath, you can hear the train all the way to Kentucky... Angela : Wow, Abyssinia Churchill's auditioning? Rickie : Yeah, she's good. Rayanne : Look at her, she's really good. Screw this! Angela : Rayanne, don't let her being good psyche you out. Rayanne : I can't believe I let you guys talk me into auditioning for this stupid play! Our Town. What's that? It's a town, it's ours, end of story! Angela : Rayanne, you can do this. Just do what you did last night. You should have seen her. Rickie : Rayanne, stage fright is, like, normal. Rayanne : Thanks for the news flash, Mr. Drama. Just cause your crashing at the teacher's.... Angela : Rickie, seriously, you should have seen her at my house last night. She, like, _became_ Emily. Rayanne : I became you. Emily's supposed to be sweet and innocent. Angela : So? Rayanne : So, I just imitated you. Angela : You really think I'm sweet and innocent? Rayanne : You really think I was good? Rickie : Hey, Holly Gallanoy's up there. That's "GA." You're next! Angela : If you knew the dream I had about Corey Hellfrick last night, you wouldn't think I was so sweet and innocent. Rayanne : You had an erotic dream about Corey Hellfrick? Rickie : Join the club. Angela : Anyway, it proved one thing. I am _so_ over Jordan Catalano! Rayanne : Yeah, yeah, yeah...we've all heard that before. Angela : This time, I mean it. I mean, first of all, he was only my boyfriend for, like, a split second. Second of all...I don't think we were ever really meant for each other. I mean, as friends, maybe, but that's it. It's just such a relief to finally have my life back! Katimski : Uh, Rayanne Graff? Angela : Rayanne, think of it this way! Acting is like lying, and who's a better liar than you? Rayanne : You know, when something matters to you, you do this, like, hair-flick thing? And then your eyes get all wide! And you stand sort of....[poses] Angela : Quit studying me, and get out there! Katimski : Rayanne Graff? [Rayanne walks slowly to center stage, drops her bag, and pauses] Rayanne : I just can't sleep yet, Poppa. The moonlight's so wonderful! And the smell of Miss Gibbs heliotropes...can you smell it? [yearbook office, Brian with camcorder, watching Sharon & Delia] Sharon : Okay, I like the layout! But, Principal Foster's name has to be bigger than the Vice Principal's, or he'll have a total cow. Delia : Okay. Brian : Um... Sharon : Ah, what's this? Brian : ...about the... Delia : Oh! Those are the after-school club photos. Sharon : Oh! Good. Okay, but... [insert Brian's camcorder-POV, as he looks at Sharon's backside] Sharon : ...we don't have room for all the after-school clubs, so leave out the ones with less than five people in them. Delia : None of them have more than five people in them. Brian : Um, Chess Club has six....sometimes. Delia : So, I'll fix Foster's name. Sharon : Okay, great. You're the best! Where's that petty cash receipt? Delia : Oh, I'll get it. Brian : Um... Sharon : Thank you! Brian : ...look, about...um, so, the budget, for the video...? Sharon : Look, Krakow, Foster didn't even _want_ a year-end video. I had to, basically, beg. So, keep it simple! Just a few candid shots of people hanging out where people... [insert Brian's camcorder-POV, looking at Sharon's chest] Sharon : ...hang out. Brian : Oh, okay. So, um, where do people hang out? [hallway, Rayanne and Angela walking to their lockers] Rayanne : So, I bet your pal, Abyssinia, got it. You must be so proud! Angela : Oh shut up! I barely know Abyssinia. I'm proud of _you!_ You were great! Rayanne : I just...didn't cry right. I should have cried more like you. You know? Your little...first... ...and then, and then your, like, mouth collapses... [demonstrates] [enter Rickie] Rickie : Why are you crying like Angela? Angela : Shut up! I do not cry like that! Rayanne : You do so! Ohmigod! It's Corey Hellfrick! Rickie : Where? Angela : Oh, yeah? Right! And he's wearing a towel, right? See, I had this dream last night... Rickie : Angela...! Angela : ...He was wearing a towel, but this really weird towel, made of, like, saltines! And it kept crumbling... Corey : Hi. Rickie : Hi. Rayanne : Hi. Angela : Hi. Corey : [to Rayanne] Nice cry! ...Your audition.... Angela : Oh, you're in drama club? Rickie : Yeah, he paints scenery! ...I mean, probably.... Angela : That's right! You paint! That's really...that's...that's really...that's interesting! Rayanne : So, Corey, forget painting. When you eat soup, what kind of cracker would you, like, have with it? Angela : No...! Rayanne : [exiting] Oho! I am so amusing! [Jordan enters the hallway, sees Angela & stops in his tracks. Angela approaches Corey, who is now at his locker] Angela : Um, so what's the scenery going to be like? For Our Town? Corey : You really wanna know? Angela : Oh, yeah! Of course! So is it going to be, like, realistic? Or...? Corey : Well, it's supposed to be almost artificial, in a way. See, when the play was first produced... Angela : [voiceover] I like him. I do! And I wanna pay this much attention to every word he says. It's not just because Jordan Catalano's watching. Corey : ...I mean, that's what he wanted. Thornton Wilder. Angela : Well, maybe I could, um...you know...help, or something? Corey : I didn't know you were interested in art. [Jordan starts to walk toward them] Angela : Oh, yeah! Definitely! I, I'm definitely interested. I'd love to! Definitely. [Jordan walks past, glances back] Corey : Love to what? Angela : You know...help...or something. [Chase kitchen. Graham cutting food, Patty with hands in a bowl of something gooey. Phone rings] Graham : Oh, listen, if that's Hallie, I'm not here. She's just going to ask me what I thought of the prospectus, and I haven't even cracked it yet. Patty : So? You can't tell her that? [indicates her sticky fingers] Graham : Hello? Hey there! Yeah.... Off the hook! [puts phone on Patty's shoulder] Patty : Maybe for now.... Hello? Oh, hi Camille! Yeah, I guess he is. She says you sound happy. Uh huh. Sure! No, are you kidding? I've got tons of stuff. I'll get started tonight. Okay. Well just let me know. Bye, babe! Clothing drive, at her church. [Graham hangs up phone] Graham : Oh, good. I have, uh, two or three things I can donate. Patty : What? "Two or three?" Graham : Well...two. Patty : Graham, you have tons of clothes that you never wear! Graham : Well, that doesn't mean that I never will. Patty : Oh, I forgot! The one who has the oldest clothes when they die, wins! [phone rings. Graham holds up a green pepper in a begging motion] Patty : Only if I get free reign over your closet. Graham : [Patty tosses Graham the gooey lump she's been holding. Graham begins stuffing the goo into the pepper] Patty : Hello? Oh, hi Hallie! Oh I know, it's all happening so fast, it's wonderful! Yes, he is here...! [Graham panics] Patty : ...but he's in the shower! Uh huh...okay... [Louie's. Brian is videotaping people. Gets in face of large, intimidating guy at the pool table...avoids trouble with a sheepish smile] Rayanne : ...'cause my acting just sucked, okay? Krakow, don't put that in my face! Rickie : [to camcorder] See, she's upset. She, um, auditioned for Our Town, and... Rayanne : You don't have to tell the whole world! It's just a stupid play! [turns to camcorder] Dead people come back and visit. Yeah right! Like that's really gonna happen! Rickie : 'scuse us. [camcorder pans to...the intimidating guy. Follows a passerby to Jordan, who is taking a swig of beer. Jordan hides beer and talks to girl] Rickie : Look I'm not gonna hang out here just to watch you get plastered! Rayanne : Aw, come on! I've been so good, and you know it! [takes out a flask] Rickie : That's not the point! The point is... [Rayanne takes a swig] Rickie : ...just...forget it. [Rayanne and Jordan see each other drinking] Jordan : Hey. Can I have some of that? Rayanne : Why not? You got another one of those? Jordan : Yeah. [Brian is still filming as Jordan and Rayanne head out the door] [parking lot at Louie's. Jordan and Rayanne are leaning against Jordan's car. Jordan guzzles much of the contents of Rayanne's flask] Jordan : [offering the flask to Rayanne] Here, before I finish it. Rayanne : Oh, no, it's cool. Have as much as you want. I'm drunk. Jordan : Yeah, me too. But not enough. So, Graff...so who are you here with? Rayanne : If you mean, "where's Angela," she didn't come. Just like usual. Jordan : So let me ask you somethin'... Rayanne : It wasn't even my idea! I auditioned for this stupid play. It was Angela's. Yeah, right, like I could be Emily. Jordan : Emily who? Rayanne : It's this part, in this stupid Our Town play. It was just wishful thinking. No, I could never be her. Angela could be her. Jordan : Oh yeah? Rayanne : She's exactly like Angela. I mean, you know, she's so innocent that, like, she, like, doesn't know she's innocent. Jordan : Yeah. Rayanne : And she always says this stuff like, "My, isn't the moonlight terrible?" Jordan : Yeah, she's always sayin' innocent stuff like that. Rayanne : No, I meant, I meant...never mind. Jordan : So, does she like that guy I keep seein' her talkin' to, Corey, or what? Rayanne : I dunno, it's hard to say, y'know? Jordan : Sometimes it's like I really think I know her. And then it'll be like, like we're total strangers. Rayanne : I know. Hey, Catalano! [nudges Jordan] It's cool. [they look at each other] Jordan : Hi. Rayanne : Hey. [after a moment, Jordan strokes her cheek. Rayanne smiles, moves closer. They kiss, deeply. As they kiss, Jordan works the car door ajar. He pulls out of the kiss. Rayanne turns away, pulls the beer to her lips. Not looking at Rayanne, Jordan opens the car door and waits. Rayanne looks at this, has another sip, and wipes her lips. She moves hesitantly to the car door. Jordan looks, and waits as she climbs into the back seat. Insert camcorder POV of Jordan and Rayanne. Jordan gets in and closes the door. Camcorder POV of car with movement inside. Brian lowers the camcorder.] [Liberty High hallway. Brian walks slowly past Angela, exits around the corner. Rayanne is coming down the hall] Angela : Oh, Rayanne! [Rayanne exits around the corner] Angela : [voiceover] When you call someone's name, like, kind of loud, and they don't hear you, it makes you feel really lonely. [bumps into Corey] Corey : Oh, sorry! Angela : Oh, hi! Sorry! Corey : Hi. Angela : Hi. Corey : Oh, I should tell you.... Angela : Um [Rickie enters] Rickie : Hi. Corey : Hi. Rickie : Hi. Angela : Hi. Um, so you should tell me...? Corey : We're painting the oak tree today after school. We could use a few more people, if.... Rickie : Oh, that sounds great! I mean, doesn't it? Angela : Yeah, let's do it! So, um, we'll see you then! Rickie : 'Kay, see ya! [Corey exits] Rickie : So that sounds like fun! You know, painting! Angela : Definitely. Rickie : Good! [another hallway, Jordan closes his locker. The turns and sees Corey. He spins around to avoid looking at Corey. He sees Rayanne at the end of the hall. Rayanne is eyeing the call sheet for "Our Town." It says that casting will be announced on Wednesday. Jordan approaches Rayanne. Rayanne sees Jordan, and nervously looks away. They stand four feet apart and don't face each other] Jordan : So when do they tell ya? Rayanne : Huh? Jordan : If you got the part or not? Rayanne : Oh. I don't know. Soon. I don't care. Ah, my head is, like, pounding. I was really out of it last night. Jordan : Yeah. Me too. Rayanne : I guess we both were. [the school bell rings] Rayanne : Okay, so... Jordan : Yeah, so... Rayanne : ...see ya... [they walk past each other] Jordan : ...see ya... Rayanne : ...bye... [they both stop, realizing they're going the wrong way. They turn around and pass each other again, exiting] [Chase home. Patty and Camille folding and sorting clothes. There's a knock at the door. Patty opens the door] Patty : Hallie? Hallie : Oh, hi! Patty : I thought you and Graham were meeting... Hallie : We are. I, I can't be early. I'm, I'm never early. Patty : But, Graham said he was meeting you at your office. Hallie : I thought we said we'd meet here. Patty : Well, come on in anyway! Camille Cherski, this is Hallie Lowenthal. Camille : Oh, neat! The restauranteur. Or is it restaurantress? Hallie : Ah, it's...Hallie! Camille : Hi. Hallie : How are ya? Damn! I do this all the time. If I don't write it down... Camille : Oh, tell me about it. I'm the worst. Hallie : ...I forget. I just would forget my stupid name! Patty : I'm just the same way. I leave notes for myself everywhere. Hallie : On the bathroom mirror. Camille : On the front door. Hallie : In the car, for when I've missed the one on the mirror. [phone rings. Patty goes to answer it] Patty : Hello? Camille : Clothes drive at the church. Patty : Graham, yeah, she's here. He said he knew that you would be here. Hold on a second. Hallie : [taking phone] I'm sorry! No, no we are not even. Because, at least I showed up on the right day! Forget it. Forget it. Forget it! Okay, I'll be there in ten. He wants to know, do you need him? Camille : Hoo! Not gonna touch that one! Patty : Oh! Tell him I need paper towels. Hallie : She says, "Bring home paper towels." Okay. [hangs up phone] Ah, well, it was nice meeting... [sees the clothes] Ohh! Oh, god! So small! Patty : Oh, it was Angela's first dress. No! This was Danielle's. Hallie : Baby clothes. Break my heart! ...I gotta go. Patty : Well, let's get together again. You know, you and, um, oh... Hallie : Brad. Patty : Brad! Hallie : Right. Patty : Yeah. Hallie : Bye. Bye. Camille : Bye. Hallie : Bye. Patty : Bye. Bye. [Hallie exits. Patty closes door] Patty : She's sweet, isn't she? [Camille nods reluctantly] Patty : Isn't she? Camille : Yeah. [Liberty High yearbook office. School bell rings. Sharon sees Brian passing by the office] Sharon : Krakow! Krakow! So, how'd it go last night? Krakow? Did you get anything? Brian : Why, what did you hear? Sharon : What? Nothing. Just, did you go to Louie's, like I suggested? Brian : Um, yeah, I did. [pauses. To Delia...] Hi. Delia : Hi. Sharon : Krakow, did you get any good candids? Brian : Um, yeah, I did. Sharon : Great. Let me have the tape. Brian : What? Sharon : The tape. Give it to me. Brian : Ah, I can't. I mean... Delia : Is there, like, a problem? Brian : Exactly. There, there's a problem. Sharon : Look! My butt is on the line with this video thing! Now what is the problem? Brian : [to Delia] Could you just excuse us for a second? [Delia leaves] Brian : Thanks. [girls' bathroom. Delia and Sharon inching toward the toilet stalls] Sharon : I can not believe it, what he told me. I mean, can you believe it? Delia : Well, that same thing happened to me at my school... Sharon : I mean, what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to tell her? Delia : Well, yeah you're supposed... Sharon : I can't tell her! It's not, like, my place to tell her. Right? Delia : Well, aren't you really really close...? Sharon : But if I don't tell her, is that like being a friend? Is it being more of a friend to tell her, or to not tell her? Delia : Well, I would... Sharon : See, I can see not telling her, because if I tell her, it's almost like I'm saying, "See, I told you so about Rayanne Graff!" And that's not what I would tell her, _if_ I told her. Is it? Delia : No, you'd be telling her because you're... Sharon : See, I would wanna know. I mean, wouldn't you wanna know? Delia : Well, yeah, I would definitely wanna know. Sharon : Oh my god. Why did Brian Krakow have to witness this? And if Rayanne had to do this totally, low life, disgusting thing, couldn't she at least have done it in, like, private? [Sharon opens the door to to a stall, and turns to see Angela right there] [hallway. Rickie walking to his locker] Brian : Hey, Rickie! Rickie : Oh, hi! Brian : Is, um...is Rayanne, I mean, does she, like...Is Angela, like...I mean, the thing is... Rickie : Hey, hey, Brian. Could you, like, pick a sentence and go with it? Brian : I have to talk to you. Rickie : Uh huh. Brian : I mean...I mean I have to talk to someone, and your, like, the only one left. [Drama shop, after school. Angela enters, walks over to Rickie] Angela : Rickie, you would not believe... Corey : Hey! Angela : Hi! Corey : Here's a brush. Angela : Oh, thanks. Corey : Don't forget to wipe it off each time. Angela : I won't. [Corey walks away] Angela : You would not believe the number Sharon Cherski just pulled on me. Rickie : Uh, like what? Angela : [slightly chuckling] Oh, like how Rayanne supposedly _did it_ with Jordan. And how Brian Krakow supposedly has proof of it, like, on video. [seriously] I mean, I honestly believed she was past all of this. I thought she was over her jealousy of Rayanne. But I guess she isn't. Or else, why would she say something like that to me? Rickie : [pauses.] Because it's true. [Brian's bedroom. Brian laying in bed, with headphones on] Brian : [singing]...in my face... Bob : [off screen] Brian! Angela Chase is here to see you! Brian : [singing]...in my face...wild young being... Angela : [entering, sees Brian is half-dressed] Oh, sorry! Brian : What are you doing here? [gets up fast and grabs a shirt] You know, people should tell people when they have visitors! [Brian's shirt is on backwards] Bernice : Brian, you didn't finish your oatmeal! Angela : [begins snooping through things in Brian's room] I need that tape. Brian : Huh? [working his shirt around him] Angela : The tape, Brian. Just give it to me. I want to see it. I have a right to see it. Brian : What are you talking about? Angela : Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, Brian! This is partly your fault! Brian : My what? This is my fault? This is _my_ fault?!! Angela : Just give it to me! Brian : Forget it! Look, I have other things on it, okay? Angela : I don't care. [finds the tape in Brian's backpack] Brian : Hey! You shouldn't see it. I mean, I don't think you would really wanna see it. It'll just make you feel worse. [Angela pauses. Tosses the tape on his bed and walks out] [Gym class. Girls are lined up in two lines. Line one is for vaulting the pummel horse, line two is for spotting the vaulters] Phy Ed : Okay, good! Try to watch your form. Okay? Nice! Better! Good job! Graff, get in line.... Rayanne : I'm late. [sees Angela in line one. Gets in line two] Phy Ed : ...Okay, next up, Thorpe and Corbin! Thorpe, you're vaulting; Corbin, you spot her, okay? Sullivan and Lunden, you're up! Girl #1 : You didn't miss anything. Phy Ed : Jacobs and Gorky...come on! Cook and Thompson, listen up! Watch your form! Good. Make sure you know who your partner is... Angela : Could I get in front of you? Girl #2 : Yeah, sure. Phy Ed : ...before you start your vault! Good, a little more power next time, Gulmillian. Alright. That looks good, Yurillo! Chase and Graff, you're next! [Angela rolls her eyes. The school bell rings] Phy Ed : Okay, let's hit the showers! [girls' bathroom. Rayanne is sitting on her favorite window ledge] Rayanne : Cherski! Delia : Sharon, are you coming? Rayanne : She'll be there in a minute. [Delia exits] Rayanne : So, congratulations, your dream came true. Sharon : What dream? Rayanne : Now you've got an iron-clad, perfect excuse never to talk to me again. You should be celebrating. Sharon : You think I'm happy about this? Somebody I care about has been hurt! Rayanne : And you just couldn't wait to go to them with the news. Sharon : Don't turn this around on me! I said what I said to protect her. Rayanne : "Protect her." What a crock! Sharon : That's right! So she would know. Because it's what you do, when someone's your friend. You brought this on yourself. Rayanne : And you're just so happy I did. Sharon : No, I'm not. Not at all. [Sharon shakes her head and walks away] [some restaurant. Graham is waiting at the bar] Hallie : I know, I know. I'm late. Getting across town was insane. And forget parking. I'm in a really...weird space. Graham : You brought Chinese? Hallie : Yeah. Think I'd eat the food here? It's, like, either blood sausage or scrapple. Graham : Shouldn't you move it? Hallie : Hm? Graham : I mean the car. Hallie : Yeah, yeah, in a minute. Come on. [leading Graham to a booth] So, hmmm? What did you think of the prospectus? You still haven't read it, have you? Graham : What? Hallie : You're afraid to read the prospectus, aren't you? Graham : I'm _what?_ Hallie : It's okay! It's understandable, actually. This is a huge risk for you. Graham : It's not that big of a risk. Hallie : Yes it is. You're risking everything. Eat. Look,...ooh! [snifs her food]...we're about to become partners. We have to tell each other the truth, or this is never gonna work. So, I think we should dig into that prospectus thing this minute, and we don't quit until every inch of that sucker is comprehended by both of us. [Graham gives Hallie a dirty look and shakes his head] Hallie : What? Graham : Nothing...it's just.... You know, you can be a real pain in the ass? Hallie : I know. Honey, I'm a Jewish girl from Texas. I'm your worst nightmare. [tries unsuccessfully to feed Graham a chunk of meat] You know, you could drive a sane person crazy!?! Graham : Me? Why? What did _I_ do? I mean... Hallie : Nothing! [pauses.] Except, every time we have a damn conversation, it's like the first one! I can't make any damn headway! Graham : Well, show me the damn prospectus. Hallie : [drops the prospectus in front of Graham] I have to move my car. [exits] [Chase home. Doorbell rings twice. Patty opens the door] Patty : Rayanne! Oh, Angela's not here. She's, um...she's painting scenery after school every night this week with the drama club. Rayanne : Really? Patty : Of course. Wanna come in? Rayanne : [points] There? Patty : Yah. Rayanne : [pauses.] No, thanks. I guess I should... Patty : Are you sure? [gestures for Rayanne to come in] Rayanne : [entering] Don't tell her I was here. I mean, I guess I know you will, 'cause you guys are tight. Patty : Tight! Rayanne : Well, not like she tells you everything, but you know.... Patty : No... Rayanne : But, like, if something really horrible happened... Patty : Did something really horrible happen? Rayanne : Yes! But I really didn't think it was. I mean, she said she was totally over him. Patty : You mean Jordan? Rayanne : Otherwise, I would have never done it. I mean...'cause it's not something that either of us really.... It was just, like, this thing. That, like, happened. He was just, like, there. Patty : You and Jordan... Rayanne : You hate my guts. I mean, well, I guess I would too. If I were you. Patty : No. No, no. I don't hate you. I mean, I guess I can certainly understand how Angela feels. Rayanne : Yeah. I've never really hurt somebody this bad before. It's hard to believe. I mean, but I guess you can't really hurt someone this bad unless you really matter to them. [starts toward the door] Please don't tell her I was here. [exits] [Liberty High hallway. Brian opens his locker. Sees Jordan heading his way. Jordan is looking directly at Brian and walking fast!] Brian : Want it? Here! [takes out the cassette and begins pulling the tape out] Here, here it is. Okay? Take it! Just....Satisfied? You know....See, it doesn't matter who has the stupid tape. It happened. It can't be, like, erased. Jordan : I was just gonna ask if we could skip tutoring today. Brian : Oh. [begins gathering the tape] Um... Jordan : So, what was on the tape? [Brian looks up and laughs nervously] [a class shared by Rayanne and Rickie, apparently not English. School bell rings] Rayanne : Hey, Vasquez! Wait up! You've been, like, impossible to find. Rickie : Well, I'm right here. Rayanne : So, how long are the two of you gonna keep this up? Rickie : Keep what up? Rayanne : Come on. You and Angela. The silent treatment. Rickie : Well, I'm talking to you right now, aren't I? Rayanne : Barely. Rickie : Yeah, well, Rayanne, what exact reaction did you expect? Rayanne : [pauses.] Forget it! Rickie : No, I mean it, Rayanne! What did you expect her to feel like? Rayanne : She didn't even hear my side! [Rickie walks away in disgust] Rayanne : Great. Go ahead. Think what you want. You will anyway! [girls' bathroom. Delia is washing her hands but can't find any soap. Or any towels. Rickie enters as Delia is heading out] Rickie : Angela? Delia : Oh, hi. I...I mean... Rickie : Hi. Delia : Oh. Bye. Rickie : Bye. Angela? I know you're in here. [Rickie finds Angela crouched in a corner] Angela : Rickie, I'm sorry, I have to be alone. Rickie : You've _been_ alone. Angela : [standing] No, I mean for, like, _years._ Rickie : Look... Angela : [moving away from Rickie] I can't believe it! That they would do that! I mean, who do they think they are? Rickie : I know. I, I mean, I don't know. Angela : I could kill them! I'm serious! Both of them...with my hands! Rickie : I know. But, you can't hide in here forever. Angela : Sorry, I'm not risking the risk of running into her. Or him. Or... God, him _and_ her. Rickie : Well, that's never gonna happen, 'cause they're, like, completely avoiding each other. Angela : I can't talk about [pauses.] ...them, like a "them." Rickie : I know. Angela : They're, like, avoiding each other? Rickie : [approaching Angela] Angela, look. You can't let their stupid actions, like, control you. You've gotta lead your own life. Angela : You're right. Fine. Fine! Two can play at that game! Rickie : Uh, what game? Angela : Oh, come on! They think I'm some innocent little twit who they can treat as bad as they want. Well, they're wrong.... Thanks. [exits] Rickie : You're welcome. [hallway. People are gathered around the call sheet for "Our Town." Lots of excited talking and some disappointed looks. Rayanne notices the commotion, and approaches slowly as the crowd disperses. She traces the list with her finger until she gets to "Emily Webb." Next to which is written "Rayanne Graff." She is excited and amazed. She looks around to see Angela and Corey walking nearby.] Rayanne : Angela! Hey!... [she gestures to the call sheet] [Angela and Corey keep walking and disappear around the corner. Rayanne starts looking around aimlessly, her smile fading quickly into a frown. She starts walking away] [Chase home. Patty and Camille enter and head for the kitchen] Camille : Yay! Clothes drive is over! Let's celebrate! Let's go _shopping!_ Let's buy a lot of _new_ clothes. Things that we won't wear, so we'll have something to donate next year. Oh, by the way, what's the scoop? I hear that Angela and Rayanne aren't speaking. Patty : Oh, I, uh...really? Camille : Sharon won't dish the dirt. What's happened? Patty : I...haven't got a clue. Oh, hey! You know what I didn't tell you? They're gonna get the lease. Graham and Hallie Lowenthal. [Camille glares at Patty. Patty pauses.] Patty : You don't think Graham's gonna follow through. Camille : No, it's not Graham. It's that Hallie person. I don't like her. Patty : Camille...! You met her for, like, two minutes! Camille : No... [strikes a thoughtful pose] No. I don't like her. Patty : Alright, fine. You don't like her.... You know, she has a fiance. Well, what can I tell you? She and Graham get along. Camille : Well, that's a good sign. Patty : They work well together. I mean... Camille : They get along. That's good. That's very good. Very good sign. Patty : Why? Camille : Let's put it this way. Susie Bertalucci realized her husband was having an affair when he started arguing with his secretary. If you can get that angry with somebody, there's passion involved. Patty : Well, that's not the situation, in my humble opinion. Camille : That's good. Patty : Aagh! [grabs Camille and hugs her] Camille, I love you. You are such a good friend. Camille : I know.... [Liberty High hallway. Angela is reading something on the wall. Jordan comes around the corner] Jordan : Angela! [Angela turns the other way and starts walking] Jordan : Hey [pursuing] Didn't you hear me? Angela : [looking at everything but Jordan] No. Jordan : Here. [offers her a pen] Angela : [pauses, then takes pen] Why are you giving this to me? Jordan : 'Cause it's yours. Angela : Well, I don't want it. Jordan : Well, it's _your_ pen. Angela : So? Jordan : So, you lent it to me in Katimski's, remember? Angela : Not really. [silence] Jordan : Well, if it's not yours, give it back. Angela : [staring straight at him] No. [Jordan backs off, turns, and exits. Angela turns, tosses the pen in a trash can, and exits] [Drama shop. Rickie and Corey are painting. Brian is flaunting his camcorder for a blonde-haired girl.] Brian : Yeah, I was influenced by Spielberg, um, but I think my, my recent work is more like Tarantino, only less violent.... [Angela enters, with Rayanne-style braids and makeup] Brian : Oh my god! Angela : [approaches Corey] Hello. Corey : Hi! Grab a brush. Angela : Can I, um, talk to you for a second? Corey : Sure. Rickie : Are you okay? Angela : Yes! God...! [Angela and Corey move to a more private area] Angela : Um, do you have anything to drink or anything? Corey : You drink? Angela : Why not? Why shouldn't I? Corey : I don't know. Angela : Why, 'cause I'm too innocent? Corey : No... Angela : I'm sick of being like that! Corey : Well, um... [Angela lunges toward Corey and starts to kiss him. He pushes her off him] Corey : Angela! Angela : What?? Corey : Um, just... Angela : Why??? Is there something really wrong with me??? Corey : No, just... Angela : Oh, God, please! [Rayanne enters un-noticed] Angela : Can we just get really drunk or something? Rayanne : What the hell are you talking about? You don't drink! Excuse us. Angela : Get away from me! [Corey exits. Angela moves away from Rayanne, who follows behind her] Rayanne : Well, I got the part. I would never have gotten it if it wasn't for you. Angela : Look, I don't care anymore, okay? So just go away. Rayanne : You're not the only one who got hurt. Angela : Well, forgive me if I can't feel sorry for you, Rayanne. Rayanne : [approaching Angela] You lost nothing, Angela. You lost a lousy, selfish friend, a guy you never really had..._you_lost_nothing!_.... I lost a really good friend! I lost everything. [turns around and exits] [Angela returns to the main area where Rickie is still painting] Rickie : I'm glad she got that part. She wanted that part. Angela : What? Who's side are you on? Rickie : I'm on your side! It's like, impossible to be on Rayanne's side. Even though I partly understand it. Angela : What do you mean? Rickie : I mean, face it...she's always partly wanted to be you. And in a way, I think this was her screwed up way of, for one night, kind of pretending she _was_ you. I mean, I'm on your side, no question. But can I just ask you something? Why are you making this big play for Cory Hellfrick, when you know how I feel about him? Angela : But...because! 'Cause I thought...I mean, you once told me that you were over him. Rickie : But guess how I felt when you started going after him? Angela : [pauses.] I don't have to guess. [Graham & Patty's bathroom. Graham is in the closet. Patty enters] Patty : Hey. Graham : Hey. Patty : Camille and I went shopping. I bought you a shirt. [shows Graham] Graham : Oh, thanks! Patty : So, um, I found out why Angela hasn't been taking Rayanne's phone calls. She slept with Jordan. Graham : Angela slept with Jordan?? Patty : No! _Rayanne_ did. Graham : Oh. Oh! God. God, that is really low! [exits closet] Patty : Well...but, um...I mean, you know, it's not like Jordan and Angela were officially together. Graham : [begins undressing] Well, that's not the point. Patty : I know. Graham : What kind of insensitive, self-centered, you know, uh...? [Patty raises her hand and perches atop the (closed) toilet] Graham : You? Patty : Camille had this crush on this guy freshman year in college. They went out a couple of times, and...I had just been dumped. Graham : You're kidding me. Did Camille know? Patty : Oh, she found out! Tracy Koppell had the biggest mouth. And she was really upset. But eventually, and I don't even know how, but she found it in her heart to forgive me, and I've always been really grateful. Graham : Well, that makes five. Now, you told me you went to bed with four guys. Hmm? [deflects a projectile piece of clothing that Patty tossed at him] Patty : [Pointing to the new shirt, which Graham is trying on] So, do you like this? Yeah...I wanted to get you something for the restaurant, but.... Graham : [removing the shirt] Oh, god, well who knows if there'll even be a restaurant. Patty : Oh, come on! What do you mean? Graham : I don't know.... It's Hallie! Like how she's always late! Now even if we follow each other to a meeting, she's late because she stopped somewhere to...oh, I dunno...not to mention the fact that she is physically incapable of parking legally. I'll tell ya, it is enough to drive a sane person crazy! [tosses his last bit of clothing at Patty and goes into the shower] Patty : So you two, um...I mean, you fight? Graham : Well, what difference does it make, right? I mean, it's not the end of the world. Hey listen, thanks for the shirt! I love it! [Patty flushes the toilet maliciously and exits] Graham : Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ah! [Liberty High auditorium. Rayanne, Abyssinia and others are on stage, rehearsing] Rayanne : I can't. I can't go on! It goes so fast, we don't have time to look at one another. Katimski : Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Huh huh, yes, okay. Oh, gee whiz. That's gonna be just great, isn't it? Alright, um, yes, Mrs. Webb, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Um, wait a...wait...wait a second, where, where is, um...where is Chi Kwon? Abyssinia : She left. She said her parents wouldn't let her rehearse this late. Katimski : Okay. Well, maybe I can speak to her parents. Meanwhile...[sees crew people working backstage] wait, who...who's back there? Angela? Chase? Would you come up here a minute? Read Chi Kwon's part? Oh, come on, it's just a stupid play! Get up here! Rickie : Go ahead. [Angela walks downstage] Katimski : Thank you! And just, ah, look on with Abyssinia. And, Rayanne, would you come three feet downstage... Rayanne : Which way? Katimski : Oh, you can remember it like this: If you keep going downstage, you're going to fall _down_. Okay? Oh, oh, oh, and...could you........... stop acting? Please? Rayanne : What? Katimski : Stop acting. There's really no need for it. You see, Emily is dead. The life she had is over. That's a pretty big deal. I mean...oh, gee whiz, she is just now realizing how precious every moment of that life really was. And that she never really appreciated what she had. Just imagine...what that must feel like, Rayanne. [pause.] Rayanne : [sadly] I can't go on, it goes so fast, we don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on, and...we never noticed. Take me back. Back to the hill, to my grave. But first, wait! One last look. Goodbye. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Grover's Corners. Momma and Poppa. Goodbye to clocks ticking. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every every minute? Abyssinia : No. Saints and poets, maybe they do so. Rayanne : I'm ready to go back. Angela : [crying, chin trembling] Were you happy? Rayanne : [sadly] No. I should have listened to you. But that's all human beings are. Just blind people. [Rayanne turns and walks away. Angela turns the other way and exits]
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