HEATHERS

                             VERONICA
               Time out....Jason Dean. Your Pop's
               Big Bud Dean Construction. Must be
               rough. Moving place to place.

                             J.D.
               Everybody's life's got static. Is
               your life perfect?

                             VERONICA
                       (gently joking)
               Sure, I'm on my way to a party
               at Remington University.

     VERONICA grows serious as the car horn sounds again.

                             VERONICA
               It's not perfect. I don't really
               like my friends.

                             J.D.
               I don't really like your friends either.

                             VERONICA
               It's like they're just people I
               work with and our job is being
               popular and shit.

                             J.D.
               Maybe it's time for a vacation.

     The car horn blares again.

     INT. DORMITORY ROOM--NIGHT

     DAVID, Heather Chandler's fine looking college beau, leads
     VERONICA and HEATHER CHANDLER into a cramped, eclectically
     tacky dorm room. Music pounds the door.

     The semi-handsome BRAD chats atop a desk with BRAD'S FRIEND.

                             DAVID
               Throw your coats on the bed, girls.

                             BRAD
               That exam was so bogus.

                             BRAD'S FRIEND
               Oh I know. Which exam?

                             DAVID
               Veronica, this is Brad.

                             BRAD
               Excellent. Did you girls bring
               your partying slippers?

                             HEATHER CHANDLER
               Yeah, let's party.

                             DAVID
               She loves to party.

     As they head out the door, BRAD whispers something in BRAD'S
     FRIEND's ear causing the pair to snarl off a laugh.

     INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

     The viewer is taken back and forth from a shattered post-party
     VERONICA to the traumatic dormitory party itself. The sobbing
     monocoled VERONICA writes at her desk.

                             VERONICA (V.O.)
               Dear Diary, I want to kill and you
               have to believe.....damn pen!

     VERONICA frenziedly scribbles, trying to get her pen to
     write. She throws the pen across the room and pulls out
     another.

                             VERONICA (V.O.)
               You have to believe it's for more
               than selfish reasons. More than a
               spoke in my menstrual cycle. You
               have to believe me.

     INT. DORMITORY HALLWAY--NIGHT

     The chaotic hallway rumbles with beer cups and loud music.
     VERONICA and HEATHER CHANDLER's stylish garb clashes with the
     laid-back dress of the COLLEGE STUDENTS.

     BRAD anxiously hands VERONICA a cup of beer as he watches
     DAVID and HEATHER CHANDLER move through a staircase door.

                             BRAD
               So, are you a cheerleader?

                             VERONICA
                       (dealing with a jerk)
               No, not at all.
                             BRAD
               You're pretty enough to be one.

                             VERONICA
               Gee, thanks.

                             BRAD
               It's so great to be able to talk
               to a girl and not have to ask
               "What's your major?" I hate that.

     They uncomfortably sip their beers. A deadly pause ensues.

                             BRAD
               So when you go to college, what kind
               of subjects do you think you'll study?

     INT. DAVID'S DORM ROOM

     HEATHER CHANDLER and DAVID sit on the latter's bed, surrounded
     by a PC and a series of obnoxious Ferrari posters. They kiss.
     DAVID doing most of the work.

                             HEATHER CHANDLER
               Come on David, let's go back to the party.

                             DAVID
                       (unzipping his pants)
               Don't worry, we will. You're just so
               hot tonight. I can't control myself.

     DAVID pushes HEATHER CHANDLER's head down.

     INT. DORM HALLWAY--NIGHT

     BRAD has given up on conversation.

                             BRAD
               So what do you say we head up to my
               room and have a real party. I've got the
               best Windham Hill C.D. collection
               in the dorm.

     BRAD'S FRIEND approaches before VERONICA can show disgust.

                             BRAD'S FRIEND
               Brad-ley, Hennesey's looking for
               you. He says he owes you for blow
               and he just got some product himself.

                             BRAD
               You're kidding. That pecker actually
               scored something on his own?

                             BRAD'S FRIEND
                       (ambling off)
               He's in Sheila's room, big guy. Party up.

                             BRAD
               Excellent. Veronica, ever do cocaine?

                             VERONICA
               Ever since Phil Collins did that anti-
               drug thing on MTV I refuse everything.

                             BRAD
               Phil Collins? Are you sure he isn't
               drinking and driving?

                             VERONICA
               Jeez, right, then why don't I do drugs?

                             BRAD
               Right. Hey, don't run away now.

     With a wink, BRAD squirms off. VERONICA dashes into the room
     with the coats.

     INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

     VERONICA rampages through her diary.

                             VERONICA (V.O.)
               Seventeen is the last year Mom buys
               the Twinkies. When you make the
               jump from working weekends at Pizza
               Hut to thirty years at I.B.M., you
               lose something. Not innocence -- power.

     J.F.K. the cat jumps onto the Diary.

                             VERONICA
               J.F.K.!

     VERONICA flings the screeching cat off and continues.

                             VERONICA (V.O.)
               Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm
               allowed an understanding that my
               parents and these Remington University
               assholes have chosen to ignore. I
               understand I must stop Heather.

     INT. DORM "COAT" ROOM--NIGHT

     Panting, VERONICA collapses at a desk in the "coat" room. She
     draws a Vodka bottle from a stockpile of liquor and pours
     some in her beer cup, slouching down in her chair.

     VERONICA lights a match from a 7-11 matchbook. She eerily
     brings her hand closer and closer to the fire until it
     touches.

     With an eek of pain, she tosses the match away into the Vodka
     cup, setting it afire. VERONICA laughs to herself before
     tossing the flaming cup out the window.

     EXT. ALLEY OUTSIDE THE DORMITORY--NIGHT

     The flaming cup lands in a large rusted garbage can filled
     with other cups and various refuse. The flames spread...

     INT. DORMITORY BATHROOM--NIGHT

     A dejected HEATHER CHANDLER walks into a multi-mirror-and-sink
     bathroom. Using a glass off one of the sinks, she gargles some
     water and then spits it at her own reflection.

     INT. THE DORM "COAT" ROOM--NIGHT

     VERONICA closes the window as BRAD opens the door.

                             BRAD
               How's my little cheerleader? Now I
               know everyone at your high school
               isn't so uptight, come on.