bible, which is hidden beneath the bed. It's open to
a page titled "The Tongue Tornado."
Kevin resumes, out of frame. Vicky goes nuts.
VICKY (cont'd)
(a little too loudly)
Oh, God!
Vicky reaches blindly for a pillow. She squeezes it over
her face, moaning into it.
VICKY (cont'd)
Moly shmmmt! Fmmkkkk!
Noticing that Vicky now can't see him, Kevin cautiously
pulls out The Bible from under the bed. Sets it next to
her. He constantly refers from the book to Vicky, and
back again.
INT. VICKY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
VICKY'S MOM is straining some pasta. On the fridge, we
see a collage in tribute to Vicky -- her senior portrait,
National Honor Society certificate, a report card.
VICKY'S MOM
(yells to Vicky's Dad)
Hon? Can you tell Vick to come on
down for supper?
VICKY'S DAD is at the table reading the paper. He gets
up with a GRUNT.
INT. VICKY'S BEDROOM - DAY
Vicky can barely control herself. She SCREAMS into the
pillow.
KEVIN
Vicky, shhh, you know there's no lock
on your door.
INT. VICKY'S HOUSE - STAIRWELL - DAY
Vicky's dad is trudging up the stairs.
INT. VICKY'S BEDROOM - DAY
Vicky wrestles with her own ecstacy. Groans. Kevin
keeps referencing The Bible. Whatever he's doing, it's
working.
INT. VICKY'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
Vicky's dad approaches the bedroom door.
INT. VICKY'S BEDROOM - DAY
Vicky is about to explode. She pulls the pillow off her
face, gasping.
INT. VICKY'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
Vicky's dad reaches for the doorknob.
VICKY (O.S.)
I'M COMING!
Vicky's dad shrugs, turns around, and heads back
downstairs.
INT. JIM'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Jim's door opens...he winces...REVERSE to see Jim's dad
looking at the family portrait of Jim's family in the
hallway outside Jim's room, his back turned to Jim's
door.
JIM
Hey, dad. Did you knock?
Jim's dad continues to study the picture. A beat. Then
he turns around, like he just realized the door was open.
JIM'S DAD
Oh, Jim! I'm looking at the ol'
family portrait, here. Yep. It's a
good one.
Jim can only shrugs in response. He goes into the hall
and looks at the portrait. A beat.
JIM'S DAD (CONT'D)
Son, I wanted to talk to you about
what I think you were trying to do the
other day.
Jim's face drops, seeing his death unfold.
JIM'S DAD (CONT'D)
(continuing with his prepared
speech)
Now, you may have tried it in the
shower, or maybe in bed at night, and
not even known what you were doing.
Or perhaps you've heard your friends
talking about it in the locker room.
Jim's eyes dart about, looking for a place to hide.
JIM
Dad, please stop. Please. I'm sure I
know what you're talking about.
JIM'S DAD
Sure you know, son, but I think you've
been having a little problem with it.
It's okay, though. What you're doing
is perfectly normal. It's like
practice. Like when you play tennis
against a wall. Some day, there'll be
a partner returning the ball.
(a beat)
You do want a partner, don't you son?
JIM
(through clenched teeth)
Yes.
JIM'S DAD
That's great. Now remember, it's
okay
to play with yourself. Or, as I
always called it --
(elbows Jim)
"Stroke the salami!"
(chuckles)
Ho-ho, Jim. There's nothing to be
ashamed of. Hell, I'm fifty-two, and
I still enjoy masturbating. Uncle
Mort masturbates. We
all masturbate.
Nauseated and entirely disoriented, Jim tries to stumble
back into his room. He SMACKS the doorframe. Keeps
going, slamming the door behind him. A beat.
JIM'S DAD (cont'd)
Poor guy thought he was the only one.
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
The football field also doubles as the lacrosse field.
East Great Falls is battling Central. It's a rough game,
muddy, brutal. We see Oz grunting and groaning, playing
very tough.
On the sidelines, we see Heather has shown up. She's
watching the game -- and is impressed as she watches Oz's
agility and domination. Oz runs up the field, cradling
the ball in his stick. A couple CENTRAL PLAYERS try to
check him. Heather cringes with each impact, and is then
excited to see Oz dodge his opponents.
Finally, Oz scores with a triumphant YELL. Heather
CHEERS with the crowd as the EGF players congratulate
each other.
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
After the game. Oz sees Heather waiting for him on the
sidelines. He's about to run over when COACH MARSHALL
snags him --
COACH MARSHALL
Good work, Ostreicher.
OZ
Thanks coach.
COACH MARSHALL
You're a killer, Ozzy!
OZ
(trying to get away)
-- Thanks, coach --
FOLLOW WITH OZ as he trots over to Heather, covered in
mud.
OZ
Hey, what're you doing here?
HEATHER
Just enjoying my exhilarating first
lacrosse experience. You like,
"kicked butt."
A clod of mud falls from Oz's uniform onto Heather's
skirt.
OZ
(brushing it off her skirt)
Whoops, excuse me...
Oz wipes the mud from his hands. A beat. Heather has
something to say that's not quite coming out.
HEATHER
Um...Chris --
OZ
You can call me Oz.
HEATHER
Do I have to?
OZ
You can call me Ostreicher.
HEATHER
What's your middle name?
OZ
Forget it.
HEATHER
Come on! I won't tell.
OZ
Neither will I.
HEATHER
Okay.
(pause)
So I had this...thought, and...this
may seem like it's out of left field,
and I don't know if you can, but since
I'm not going with anyone --
Before she can finish, Stifler runs up, sweaty and
excited.
STIFLER
Hah! Central sucks!
(noticing Heather)
Choir Chick? What the hell are you
doing here?
HEATHER
Well, I uh, I was --
(decides to stand her ground)
I was asking Chris to prom.
(turns to Oz)
So do you wanna go?
Oz is surprised at her directness. Impressed.
OZ
Yeah!
STIFLER
Well, just don't expect Oz to pay for
the limo.
OZ
Stifler, fuck --
(noticing Heather, "sensitive")
...man, you don't have to be so
insensitive.
A beat.
STIFLER
What??
(he dismisses it)
Whatever -- look uh, don't forget --
my cottage after prom. On Lake
Michigan.
Stifler joins some other LACROSSE BUDDIES.
OZ
Alright, cool. I gotta hit the
showers, but...I think this'll be
really good.
HEATHER
Yeah, me too, okay, cool.
They share a smile. Then Heather walks off towards her
car. Oz trots off to Stifler and the other lacrosse
guys.
STIFLER
My man Oz, working it with the choir
babes?
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