My So-Called Life: Episode 20 "Confessions" Scene 5
Scene 5
Author:
lalagirl33
1940 words
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by Winnie Holzman
Rated: T
My So-Called Life
Season 1 Episode 20
“Confessions”
Scene 5
Liberty High Int. Hallway
It’s Monday afternoon, with one more class period before the day is over. Brian opens his locker and stops to look around him. He first glances at Angela’s locker. Vacant. He then looks to Rickie’s locker, sees Rickie talking animatedly with Delia Fisher. He turns as Sharon walks by him, yelling to Kyle Vinnovich. He looks again at Angela’s locker. He sighs, smiles at Sharon as she approaches her locker.
Jordan: So *Brian*. (Brian jumps, startled, and turns around to see Jordan standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Brian takes in the look on his face and steps back from him, slowly).
Brian: On hey. (Nervously) Jordan. So. How’s it going?
Jordan: (moves towards Brian and leans against the lockers, arms still folded) Well, it was going a lot better until I found out the way that Angela found out about that night… (Turns to look him full in the face) you know which night I mean, right?
Brian nods his head. He gulps. Rickie pulls his glance away from Delia Fisher to stare at them and Sharon bites her lip and pretends not to be watching, but her eyes say she is totally trying her best to listen. Jordan is speaking softly so that he is not overheard, but the look on Brian’s face, panic stricken, is telling.
Jordan: So where is it?
Brian: What?
Jordan: Don’t give me that. You know what.
Brian: (Explaining, condescendingly) Oh that. Yeah. Sure. Well…you see…you remember, I like tore it apart, it front of you… It was like, a week ago.
Jordan: (impatiently) Yeah, I remember, so *where* is it?
Brian: (nervously, his arrogance gone) Oh, well, see, there’s some other family stuff on there, and my Mom wouldn’t want me to destroy it, so I thought I’d just you know, keep it. (He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal)
Jordan: Family stuff? So you did fix it then?
Brian: (talking fast, he’s scrambling to explain) Well, yeah, I had to. Like I said, like my Mom, she’s super like, crazed about family videos or something.
Jordan: (in disbelief) Your *mom*?! What? Look, I know you’re on the yearbook thing. That’s why you were there, right? You wouldn’t have family stuff on there if it was for school.
Brian: (stutters) I mean…it’s this family project I’m working on, for like, you know my parents…
Jordan (shakes his head in disbelief): I mean, I actually felt sorry for you! I felt bad because I heard you like, liked Angela Chase, or whatever. And I actually felt sorry for you then, because *you* wrote that letter, and it was going to help me, instead of you, to get to her. And I thought you were doing it because you wanted to help me. But you know what? You were in it for yourself all along. You used that tape, and whatever’s on it, for your own purposes, so don’t kid yourself. So where is it? I’m not leaving here until you either give it to me, or tell me where it is.
Brian (in panic): Look, like I said, I can’t!
Jordan: Yes you can. (He takes a step closer, lowers his voice). Look *Brian*, I respect you because you’ve helped me a lot. And I’m being really nice to you considering the situation. (Pauses) You have a videotape of me having sex with Rayanne Graff. And you think I’m going to let you keep it? You’re a smart guy, *Brain*. Act like it. I want that tape. I don’t care what else was on it.
Brian: All right, all right. (Nervously) It’s at my house. You can come over tonight, like after dinner, to like pick it up. OK?
Jordan: No, we can go and pick it up right now. I’d say this is pretty important.
Brian: (sarcastically) You’re right. This is way more important that my Calculus quiz. I mean, way more important. Let me just rearrange my life for you.
Jordan: Teachers like you. Tell your teacher your stomach was upset and you had to go home. I’ll vouch for you, tell him I found you puking in the bathroom. I want that tape, *Brian*, now. Deal with it. Let’s go. I’m driving.
Int. Jordan’s Car
Jordan: You might as well tell me what’s on that tape. I’m going to find out anyway.
Brian: (sullenly) Whatever.
They drive in silence. They pull up to Brian’s house. Jordan looks over at the Chase house, and swears under his breath.
Jordan: What were you thinking? Did you tape the whole thing?
Brian: I don’t know. I couldn’t like, pull away.
They exit the car and walk up to Brian’s house.
Liberty High Int. Girl’s Bathroom
Rayanne sits on the window ledge. Her large tote bag is on the floor beside her. The frosted window is behind her. She leans up against the wall, her feet braced on the wall opposite her. One leg twitches, it looks like it is having a spastic attack. Rayanne’s lips are hardly moving. She is staring intently at a handful of papers and twirling a long strand of her hair around one finger. She noisily chews her gum. Her face is full of concentration. She doesn’t look up as Angela enters the bathroom, followed by Sharon.
Angela: So then, I don’t know, we just….sort of well. We’re back together.
Sharon: Well is that good? Or is that bad? Because, you know, Angela, you know I really, really care about you when I say, it could be both ways?
Angela: Well (wrinkles brow) I wouldn’t say that it’s bad. It’s definitely good.
Sharon: (skeptically) I mean, let’s not forget Angela. (She bends to whisper to Angela) He totally like slept with Rayanne Graff! (Voice is rising) That was so uncool. And mean. And heartless. And by the way Angela, he was drunk!
Angela: (under her breath) Sharon! Shut up! (She motions behind her. Sharon turns and gapes as she sees Rayanne. Angela raises her voice) So um. I mean, it’s great. Yeah. (Bites lip lamely)
Sharon: (to Rayanne) Rayanne! Studying your lines? How is the play going? (Rayanne stares at her) I’m going to sit in tomorrow at play practice. You know, Mr. Katimsky asked me to help out with promotions. So I thought I’d, sit in and get some ideas, you know.
Rayanne: (chirps) Oh really? That’s great Sharon. Uh, hi Angela. So are you helping with promotions too?
Rayanne: (continues) So I’m really jazzed about this whole thing. I mean, seriously (jumps down from ledge) This Friday, we are doing our first full dress rehearsal! I get to see the costumes tonight! (Excited)
Angela: (crosses arms over chest) That’s great Rayanne.
Sharon: (condescendingly) So are you ready? I mean, have you ever been on stage before? In front of that many people? I mean, the whole town is going to go.
Rayanne: (awkwardly) Yeah. Once. Well, not really. Look Cherski, if you’re trying to like, rain on my parade you just can’t. (Storms out of bathroom)
Sharon: (eyebrows raised to Angela) Well…so as I was saying, I don’t want to point out the obvious but it’s not like he’s all innocent here.
Angela: (critically) Don’t be so supportive Sharon. (Laughs) Can I not be happy for once? Can I? Please?
Sharon (rolls eyes, smiles) Yeah, OK. You got me there. I mean I should talk right? Kyle and I were broke up for what, two seconds?
Int. Brian’s Room
Brian pulls off some videotapes from his shelf, his desk, and under the bed, until they are all in front of him. Brian is searching for the right one.
Jordan: Wow, you must really like yearbook. Do you get, like, a separate grade for that or something?
Brian: Something like that.
Jordan: So, are these like, your family videos or whatever? Or is this all for yearbook? What are those numbers, are those like dates or something?
Brian: No. The family videos are all downstairs. These are just, you know. Stuff. I just play around a little.
Jordan: Sure. He raises his eyebrows.
Brian: Here it is. It’s this one.
Jordan: So you did fix it. Thanks. Jordan takes the tape from him.
Brian: Well yeah…OK, so let’s hurry back, I can still make most of my quiz.
Jordan: I want all the tapes.
Brian: What! Are you insane? I’m not going to give you all these! What for?
Jordan: How do I know you didn’t make a copy? I need all of them. You said they’re not family, and they’re not for yearbook. So they’re not important, are they?
Brian: (panicking) What do you mean they’re not important? Of course they’re important. Important to me!
Jordan: Then I’ll just scan them, and give them back to you.
Brian: You can’t just take these. They’re my videos. And I need them.
Jordan: Well fine then, he grabs a tape off the bed and powers on the VCR as if to play the tape. We can scan them here.
Brian: (Frantic) *NO!* I don’t want you to. (He pulls his hair) Uggh!
Jordan gives Brian a strange look. He pulls a pillow off the bed, removes the pillowcase, and puts the tapes in the pillowcase.
Jordan: (Firmly) Well. We can destroy them. Or we watch them right now. Which is it?
Brian: Fine. Take them. Destroy them. I don’t care.
Jordan: (looks at Brian curiously) *What* is on these tapes? We don’t have to destroy them.
Brain: Nothing! It’s just stuff! I mean, it’s nothing bad…
Jordan: Then why don’t we just watch them right now? I just want to make sure that I’ve got the right one. The only one. Here. Jordan moves to put the tape in the VCR to play it.
Brian: I’m telling you, that’s the only one!
Jordan: (pauses, uncertain, then shakes his head) No. Look. I’m sorry. You leave me no choice. What is the big deal? What did you do, tape your neighbors having sex too? (He looks out the open window across the street to Angela’s house. His eyes tear back to Brian, questioning).
Brian: (pleading) That’s the only tape! Why won’t you trust me?
Jordan: Trust you? You *taped* me having sex with Rayanne Graff. And then you told Angela about it so that she would hate me. And then you *used* me, to tell her how you felt about her. I thought you were helping me because you wanted to help me...turns out you just wanted to help yourself. Just the way you planned. You’re smart. Well, I’m not as smart as you, but I’m not as dumb as you think. So don’t ask me to trust you.
Brian: (mouth drops open) I didn’t! I didn’t tell her! I told Sharon Cherski and Rickie about you and Rayanne. And I told Rickie about the letter! I didn’t tell her!
Jordan: Come on, you good as told her, then. You told her two closest friends. You knew they’d tell her. Don’t play dumb.
Brian: (calms down) OK, fine. We’ll...throw them in the trash. Come on. We’ve got a trash compactor in the kitchen.
Jordan: Nah, come on. I know a place. Let’s go.
Brian: What? We have a perfectly good trash compactor.
Jordan: Nah, I’ve got something else in mind. Besides, what would your parents say?
Brian: (gulps) I’m not going anywhere with you except back to school.
Jordan: Look. We’re going to go to a park and burn it. Then I’ll drop you back off at school. Grab some newspaper. Let’s go.
Author:
lalagirl33
1940 words
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by Winnie Holzman
Rated: T
My So-Called Life
Season 1 Episode 20
“Confessions”
Scene 5
Liberty High Int. Hallway
It’s Monday afternoon, with one more class period before the day is over. Brian opens his locker and stops to look around him. He first glances at Angela’s locker. Vacant. He then looks to Rickie’s locker, sees Rickie talking animatedly with Delia Fisher. He turns as Sharon walks by him, yelling to Kyle Vinnovich. He looks again at Angela’s locker. He sighs, smiles at Sharon as she approaches her locker.
Jordan: So *Brian*. (Brian jumps, startled, and turns around to see Jordan standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Brian takes in the look on his face and steps back from him, slowly).
Brian: On hey. (Nervously) Jordan. So. How’s it going?
Jordan: (moves towards Brian and leans against the lockers, arms still folded) Well, it was going a lot better until I found out the way that Angela found out about that night… (Turns to look him full in the face) you know which night I mean, right?
Brian nods his head. He gulps. Rickie pulls his glance away from Delia Fisher to stare at them and Sharon bites her lip and pretends not to be watching, but her eyes say she is totally trying her best to listen. Jordan is speaking softly so that he is not overheard, but the look on Brian’s face, panic stricken, is telling.
Jordan: So where is it?
Brian: What?
Jordan: Don’t give me that. You know what.
Brian: (Explaining, condescendingly) Oh that. Yeah. Sure. Well…you see…you remember, I like tore it apart, it front of you… It was like, a week ago.
Jordan: (impatiently) Yeah, I remember, so *where* is it?
Brian: (nervously, his arrogance gone) Oh, well, see, there’s some other family stuff on there, and my Mom wouldn’t want me to destroy it, so I thought I’d just you know, keep it. (He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal)
Jordan: Family stuff? So you did fix it then?
Brian: (talking fast, he’s scrambling to explain) Well, yeah, I had to. Like I said, like my Mom, she’s super like, crazed about family videos or something.
Jordan: (in disbelief) Your *mom*?! What? Look, I know you’re on the yearbook thing. That’s why you were there, right? You wouldn’t have family stuff on there if it was for school.
Brian: (stutters) I mean…it’s this family project I’m working on, for like, you know my parents…
Jordan (shakes his head in disbelief): I mean, I actually felt sorry for you! I felt bad because I heard you like, liked Angela Chase, or whatever. And I actually felt sorry for you then, because *you* wrote that letter, and it was going to help me, instead of you, to get to her. And I thought you were doing it because you wanted to help me. But you know what? You were in it for yourself all along. You used that tape, and whatever’s on it, for your own purposes, so don’t kid yourself. So where is it? I’m not leaving here until you either give it to me, or tell me where it is.
Brian (in panic): Look, like I said, I can’t!
Jordan: Yes you can. (He takes a step closer, lowers his voice). Look *Brian*, I respect you because you’ve helped me a lot. And I’m being really nice to you considering the situation. (Pauses) You have a videotape of me having sex with Rayanne Graff. And you think I’m going to let you keep it? You’re a smart guy, *Brain*. Act like it. I want that tape. I don’t care what else was on it.
Brian: All right, all right. (Nervously) It’s at my house. You can come over tonight, like after dinner, to like pick it up. OK?
Jordan: No, we can go and pick it up right now. I’d say this is pretty important.
Brian: (sarcastically) You’re right. This is way more important that my Calculus quiz. I mean, way more important. Let me just rearrange my life for you.
Jordan: Teachers like you. Tell your teacher your stomach was upset and you had to go home. I’ll vouch for you, tell him I found you puking in the bathroom. I want that tape, *Brian*, now. Deal with it. Let’s go. I’m driving.
Int. Jordan’s Car
Jordan: You might as well tell me what’s on that tape. I’m going to find out anyway.
Brian: (sullenly) Whatever.
They drive in silence. They pull up to Brian’s house. Jordan looks over at the Chase house, and swears under his breath.
Jordan: What were you thinking? Did you tape the whole thing?
Brian: I don’t know. I couldn’t like, pull away.
They exit the car and walk up to Brian’s house.
Liberty High Int. Girl’s Bathroom
Rayanne sits on the window ledge. Her large tote bag is on the floor beside her. The frosted window is behind her. She leans up against the wall, her feet braced on the wall opposite her. One leg twitches, it looks like it is having a spastic attack. Rayanne’s lips are hardly moving. She is staring intently at a handful of papers and twirling a long strand of her hair around one finger. She noisily chews her gum. Her face is full of concentration. She doesn’t look up as Angela enters the bathroom, followed by Sharon.
Angela: So then, I don’t know, we just….sort of well. We’re back together.
Sharon: Well is that good? Or is that bad? Because, you know, Angela, you know I really, really care about you when I say, it could be both ways?
Angela: Well (wrinkles brow) I wouldn’t say that it’s bad. It’s definitely good.
Sharon: (skeptically) I mean, let’s not forget Angela. (She bends to whisper to Angela) He totally like slept with Rayanne Graff! (Voice is rising) That was so uncool. And mean. And heartless. And by the way Angela, he was drunk!
Angela: (under her breath) Sharon! Shut up! (She motions behind her. Sharon turns and gapes as she sees Rayanne. Angela raises her voice) So um. I mean, it’s great. Yeah. (Bites lip lamely)
Sharon: (to Rayanne) Rayanne! Studying your lines? How is the play going? (Rayanne stares at her) I’m going to sit in tomorrow at play practice. You know, Mr. Katimsky asked me to help out with promotions. So I thought I’d, sit in and get some ideas, you know.
Rayanne: (chirps) Oh really? That’s great Sharon. Uh, hi Angela. So are you helping with promotions too?
Rayanne: (continues) So I’m really jazzed about this whole thing. I mean, seriously (jumps down from ledge) This Friday, we are doing our first full dress rehearsal! I get to see the costumes tonight! (Excited)
Angela: (crosses arms over chest) That’s great Rayanne.
Sharon: (condescendingly) So are you ready? I mean, have you ever been on stage before? In front of that many people? I mean, the whole town is going to go.
Rayanne: (awkwardly) Yeah. Once. Well, not really. Look Cherski, if you’re trying to like, rain on my parade you just can’t. (Storms out of bathroom)
Sharon: (eyebrows raised to Angela) Well…so as I was saying, I don’t want to point out the obvious but it’s not like he’s all innocent here.
Angela: (critically) Don’t be so supportive Sharon. (Laughs) Can I not be happy for once? Can I? Please?
Sharon (rolls eyes, smiles) Yeah, OK. You got me there. I mean I should talk right? Kyle and I were broke up for what, two seconds?
Int. Brian’s Room
Brian pulls off some videotapes from his shelf, his desk, and under the bed, until they are all in front of him. Brian is searching for the right one.
Jordan: Wow, you must really like yearbook. Do you get, like, a separate grade for that or something?
Brian: Something like that.
Jordan: So, are these like, your family videos or whatever? Or is this all for yearbook? What are those numbers, are those like dates or something?
Brian: No. The family videos are all downstairs. These are just, you know. Stuff. I just play around a little.
Jordan: Sure. He raises his eyebrows.
Brian: Here it is. It’s this one.
Jordan: So you did fix it. Thanks. Jordan takes the tape from him.
Brian: Well yeah…OK, so let’s hurry back, I can still make most of my quiz.
Jordan: I want all the tapes.
Brian: What! Are you insane? I’m not going to give you all these! What for?
Jordan: How do I know you didn’t make a copy? I need all of them. You said they’re not family, and they’re not for yearbook. So they’re not important, are they?
Brian: (panicking) What do you mean they’re not important? Of course they’re important. Important to me!
Jordan: Then I’ll just scan them, and give them back to you.
Brian: You can’t just take these. They’re my videos. And I need them.
Jordan: Well fine then, he grabs a tape off the bed and powers on the VCR as if to play the tape. We can scan them here.
Brian: (Frantic) *NO!* I don’t want you to. (He pulls his hair) Uggh!
Jordan gives Brian a strange look. He pulls a pillow off the bed, removes the pillowcase, and puts the tapes in the pillowcase.
Jordan: (Firmly) Well. We can destroy them. Or we watch them right now. Which is it?
Brian: Fine. Take them. Destroy them. I don’t care.
Jordan: (looks at Brian curiously) *What* is on these tapes? We don’t have to destroy them.
Brain: Nothing! It’s just stuff! I mean, it’s nothing bad…
Jordan: Then why don’t we just watch them right now? I just want to make sure that I’ve got the right one. The only one. Here. Jordan moves to put the tape in the VCR to play it.
Brian: I’m telling you, that’s the only one!
Jordan: (pauses, uncertain, then shakes his head) No. Look. I’m sorry. You leave me no choice. What is the big deal? What did you do, tape your neighbors having sex too? (He looks out the open window across the street to Angela’s house. His eyes tear back to Brian, questioning).
Brian: (pleading) That’s the only tape! Why won’t you trust me?
Jordan: Trust you? You *taped* me having sex with Rayanne Graff. And then you told Angela about it so that she would hate me. And then you *used* me, to tell her how you felt about her. I thought you were helping me because you wanted to help me...turns out you just wanted to help yourself. Just the way you planned. You’re smart. Well, I’m not as smart as you, but I’m not as dumb as you think. So don’t ask me to trust you.
Brian: (mouth drops open) I didn’t! I didn’t tell her! I told Sharon Cherski and Rickie about you and Rayanne. And I told Rickie about the letter! I didn’t tell her!
Jordan: Come on, you good as told her, then. You told her two closest friends. You knew they’d tell her. Don’t play dumb.
Brian: (calms down) OK, fine. We’ll...throw them in the trash. Come on. We’ve got a trash compactor in the kitchen.
Jordan: Nah, come on. I know a place. Let’s go.
Brian: What? We have a perfectly good trash compactor.
Jordan: Nah, I’ve got something else in mind. Besides, what would your parents say?
Brian: (gulps) I’m not going anywhere with you except back to school.
Jordan: Look. We’re going to go to a park and burn it. Then I’ll drop you back off at school. Grab some newspaper. Let’s go.