One Eight Seven_1997
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN SKYLINE - BROOKLYN BRIDGE - MORNING RUSH HOUR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ON a pair of black Dexter penny loafers diligently pedaling an old Schwinn mountain bike . ADJUST ANGLE now to meet the bicyclist . He 's African - American . Anywhere from 33 to 40 . Wears wire - rim glasses , a fresh white oxford shirt , creased slacks and a solid green tie . An unobtrusive figure , at once familiar and yet undiscerning . The type you 'd pass on a sidewalk and never even notice . He 's TREVOR GARFIELD . ADJUST ANGLE FURTHER now to reveal the upper promenade bike path and a dramatic view of Lower Manhattan behind him . Morning sun glimmers off the Trade Center towers . Trevor 's shadow skitters along the wooden path , 160 ft. above the East River . A fat briefcase , strapped to the back of his bike , rocks back and forth as he pumps the pedals . FROM ABOVE now a sweeping view of Trevor , alone on the bike path , a speck , suspended above a sea of rush hour traffic on the bridge below .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ATLANTIC AVENUE (BEDFORD STUYVESANT) - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A wrought - iron train trestle covered with graffiti shakes as an `` EL '' TRAIN ROARS overhead . Trevor races parallel with it along Atlantic Avenue . Every city block becomes more and more rundown .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ROOSEVELT WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL (BEDFORD STUYVESANT) - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A cyclone fence frames the stalwart face of the old three - story administration building . Ubiquitous gray patches of paint fail to cover where taggers have most recently left their marks . The ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL , a black man with a booming voice , barks at late - comers who are about to be tardy .</scene_description>
    <character>ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL</character>
    <parenthetical>( clapping his hands . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Let's go, people! Tardy lock - out starts in one minute! Get your butts in gear! One minute, people! Move it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SUPERIMPOSE : ROOSEVELT WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL - OCTOBER 1994 The Assistant Principal , attention diverted , does n't even notice Trevor as he enters on his bike and races down the sidewalk in front of the school . With all the prompting , students still do n't seem to be in much of a hurry .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS "A" BUILDING - MAIN ENTRANCE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as Trevor squeezes through the doorway past students being processed through card readers and metal detectors and turns down the main hall .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS - MAIN FLOOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>With a glance over his shoulder , Trevor hops back onto his bike and pedals it down the middle of the corridor . STRAGGLING STUDENTS either ignore him or look at him like he 's insane .</scene_description>
    <character>STRAGGLING STUDENT</character>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor passes . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. No ridin' bikes in' a hallway, stoo - pit.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. STAIRWELL</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Trevor reaches the end of the main corridor . and steers his bike down the stairs .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS - BOTTOM FLOOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor coasts skillfully down the stairs and emerges onto the bottom floor of the school . He pedals away toward the other end of the corridor .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S CLASSROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A crowd of 10th graders loiter outside Trevor 's room . Seeing him coming , they stir to life with a flurry of taunts . Trevor chooses to face all dissension with a smile . As Trevor hops off his bike and unlocks the classroom door , he notices two lovers making out in the hallway .</scene_description>
    <character>VOICE IN CROWD</character>
    <dialogue>Yuh late, Garfield.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( catching his breath . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. No, bell has n't rung yet. Okay, let's get inside. C'mon.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as they file into the room . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Morning, morning. Rise and shine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>TWO STUDENTS make passing comments .</scene_description>
    <character>AUGGIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( shaking his head . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. You one crazy - ass nigga, G.</dialogue>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( a quarter stuck in one ear . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Damn skippy.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you for sharing, Auggie.</dialogue>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( provoking Auggie . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Auggie doggie.</dialogue>
    <character>AUGGIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Fuck you, Tywan. Yer mama's a gangsta - rapper.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor offers a pleasant greeting to the two lovers .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>` Scuse me, you two. this is n't the Playboy Channel.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor enters the room , but ducks his head back into the hall .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>` Morning, Juanita.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS - TREVOR'S CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Walls are covered with assorted science posters . Styrofoam nuclei dangle from the ceiling . Trevor unstraps the fat briefcase from his bicycle and sets it on a metal stool next to his desk .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( enthusiastically . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Let's get started. August and Tywan, you pass out the books. Thank you, gentlemen.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Auggie and Tywan do n't budge .</scene_description>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <dialogue>Whas up wit' your car, G? Yer Pinto blow up?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The majority of students are n't even paying attention . A group in the back is already starting a card game .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( good - natured smile . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No, I do n't own a Pinto, Tywan.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( addressing the class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, can I have everyone's attention?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response , but it does n't phase Trevor . He removes the front wheels from his bike .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>The purpose of the bicycle is to demonstrate the principle of centripetal force. That's the opposite of the force we studied yesterday, which was.</dialogue>
    <character>VOICE IN THE CROWD</character>
    <dialogue>Magnum force.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hoots and laughter .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Centrifugal force. Centripetal force is where the acceleration of a body moving in circular motion is directed toward its center by an opposing force, thus creating momentum that constrains the body to its circular path. Like a gyroscope.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( sees nothing but yawns . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's better if I show you. Here, Tywan, you be my helper.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan and Auggie are busy talking in the corner . They still have n't passed out the books .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Tywan? Come on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan , solidly built like a Rodin bronze , saunters over .</scene_description>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <dialogue>Whad - up, G?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to rest of class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey, shut up! Y' all too damn loud, man!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class quiets but only marginally .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I need you to demonstrate centripetal force.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( removes briefcase from stool . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Here, have a seat.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan sits and Trevor hands him the upside - down bicycle .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, hold the bike steady with your knees. That's it. Seat positioned against your chest.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan glances over at Auggie and starts to laugh .</scene_description>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Auggie . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shut up, foo.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, now crank the pedals and get that back wheel spinning about 180 R.P.M.</dialogue>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <dialogue>Whas up wit' dat?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( coaxing him along . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You'll see. Be patient.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A skeptical Tywan starts to crank the pedals , but he 's not pedaling hard enough .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Put some muscle into it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan cranks the pedals harder now . Trevor back - pedals over to the textbook shelf and randomly selects a physical science book -LRB- but does n't open it -RRB- .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Keep pedaling. Harder.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A paper airplane sails past an oblivious Tywan . He cranks harder and harder until he 's sweating ham juice . Now , he impales Trevor with a befuddled squint .</scene_description>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( incredulous . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whas up? I tol' you you was crazy, man.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A thin smile of confidence from Trevor now .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Now tilt the wheel to your right.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tywan does and immediately the wheel pulls him to the right , causing the stool to slowly spin on its axis .</scene_description>
    <character>TYWAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( eyes wide like a little kid . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Aw, damn. I'm spinnin'. Lookit me, Auggie!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor flickers a smile as Tywan 's spinning starts to draw the attention of the rest of the class . Now Trevor refers to the physical science book in his hand . Smile on his face immediately fades . INSERT : Physical science textbook . In magic marker . The large number 187 has been scrawled across every page . Trevor flips through the book . He checks the front page to see who it belongs to . Juxtaposed to Trevor 's distracted state , the class is now focused on Tywan 's achievement .</scene_description>
    <character>CLASS</character>
    <parenthetical>( attempting unison . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Tywan, Tywan, Tywan.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS - "A" BUILDING - MAIN CORRIDOR - SECOND PERIOD</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>One of the fluorescent lights overhead flickers . The place is deserted except for a custodian who pushes a cresting wave of trash ahead of his broom . Now Trevor heads up the north stairwell at the far end of the corridor . He clutches the desecrated physical science book . A student slides down the banister past him .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. COUNSELING OFFICES - WAITING AREA</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A PUERTO RICAN WOMAN prods a group of gangbanger wan na - bes . Two of the teens hover over a Sony Walkman , sharing the earphones .</scene_description>
    <character>SECRETARY</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, fellas, off the table. Put the Walkman away. I said put it away.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A 10th grade counselor 's office opens and a student emerges . Trevor walks directly in .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Walter, I need to speak with you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>WALTER -LRB- Anglo ; 52 -RRB- is a disheveled middle - aged counselor . A lifer . He chews on an empty smoking pipe as he glances through a student `` cum '' -LRB- cue - mm -RRB- .</scene_description>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( preoccupied . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm pretty busy right now, Garfield. What is it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor sets the book down on Walter 's desk and nervously adjusts his glasses .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Could you open it, please?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Walter opens the book .</scene_description>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( a weary look of disgust . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Do n't suppose this kid cares about our budget crisis?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( shuts the book . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Have the textbook room charge him for the book.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Walter snaps the book shut and looks up at Trevor . That 's all ?</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>One - Eight - Seven is a penal code number for murder, Walter. Means the same thing as T - O - S. ` Terminate On the Spot.'</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( piqued . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>For chrissake, I know what it stands for. Look, kid probably heard it in a rap song. Does n't mean anything.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>The book belongs to Dennis Broadway. He's a known gangster, Walter - a ` Five Percenter.'</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>Garfield, if I had a dollar for every time a student threatened faculty. Do n't you think you're overreacting a little?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( suppressing trepidation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did you tell Dennis Broadway he was getting a fail from me?</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( stymied . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I have legal access to those files.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>He's a transfer from Nixon High School, is n't he?</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( becoming defensive . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, I'm not obligated to track you down every time a transfer student comes through here. You want confidential information like that, come look it up in his cum.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( cue - mm . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor exhales a sigh of resignation .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Do you have him on a contract?</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>If he gets through the semester without a fail then he gets to go back to Nixon, so what?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>and be with his homeboys.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Walter 's caught between a rock and a hard place . His instincts lean toward self - preservation .</scene_description>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>So he blew his opportunity. Now he has to learn to live with the consequences.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I do n't think this kid's ready to deal with the consequences. I think he wants me dead.</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>Relax, has nothin' to do with you.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I should have been told, Walter.</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, I'm on your side, Garfield, but my hands are tied. Kid has a right to his privacy. Know what your problem is? You're an idealist.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>What's wrong with that?</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <dialogue>You only see what you wan na see, that's what's wrong. On one hand you think someone's trying to kill you. On the other hand you actually believe kids are paying attention in your classes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor resigns himself to the fact that he 's come to the wrong person for support .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( collecting himself . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Never mind. It's not a problem.</dialogue>
    <character>WALTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( an empty promise . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Tell you what, as soon as I get a chance I'll summons the kid. Promise.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's bemusement holds us .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS "A" BUILDING - MAIN CORRIDOR - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor retraces his steps back up the empty corridor as the passing BELL RINGS . Within seconds the corridor is teeming with teenagers . Into SLOW MOTION now . MANEUVERING THROUGH the crowd to DISCOVER DENNIS BROADWAY -LRB- 16 -RRB- . About ten paces behind . His Snoop - Dogg Afro frames a gold earring and a pair of deep - set eyes filled with vitriol . Oblivious of Dennis , Trevor presses on toward the north stairwell . VARIOUS SHOTS OVERHEAD and THROUGH crowd as the gap between Dennis and Trevor narrows . Every facial expression , every blink of an eye , all magnified a hundred times . Broadway 's right hand is wrapped in a dirty white handkerchief as he reaches into the front pocket of his baggie Solos and pulls out a block of wood with a ten - penny nail imbedded in it .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RWHS - AT NORTH STAIRWELL</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's heavy eyelids blink as he slowly glances up into a parabolic mirror on the wall . A silent , paroxysmal terror registers on his face . In a parabolic mirror , the blurred image of Dennis Broadway , pushing hard toward a conclusion now . BACK TO SPEED as Dennis explodes forward , body blocking Trevor from behind , pinning him against a wall and sending the `` 187 '' textbook flying . He rams his weapon into Trevor 's back . In a SERIES OF RAPID - FIRE CUTS , filtered sunlight shimmers off the sharpened nail as it slashes downward . A barrage of stabbing motions , tearing at cloth and flesh . Trevor 's backward flailing arms are ineffective in blocking the frenzied stabfest . Downward slashing , again and again . 10 times . Aftermath . As quickly as it began it 's over . Dennis Broadway slams open an exit door and is gone . Students scatter like cockroaches . An eerie stillness lingers . Trevor Garfield is lying on his back now in a pool of blood ; black plastic framed glasses in pieces on the floor ; lifeless arms spread out at his sides . His rheumy , unblinking eyes stare upward into infinite space . Breathing is the major focus of his concentration now as we SLOWLY MOVE IN ON his face . HOLD and now .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE (SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA) </stage_direction>
    <scene_description>SUPERIMPOSE : LOS ANGELES - SAN FERNANDO VALLEY , SEVENTEEN MONTHS LATER It 's a tiny one bedroom house in the East San Fernando Valley . A chain - link fence surrounds the perimeter and a large olive tree shades the neatly - mowed front lawn . And in the back there 's a wooden tool shed that borders a narrow alley .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>In the predawn light a terra cotta angel stands guard over a bookshelf .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - BEDROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Stillness . Now the PHONE RINGS . A shape in the bed stirs . A desk lamp flickers on , illuminating the phone . Trevor 's hand reaches for the receiver .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Morning.</dialogue>
    <character>SUB UNIT</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Morning, Mr. Garfield. This is the Sub Unit. Are you available for work?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( clearing his throat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Yes, uh huh.</dialogue>
    <character>SUB UNIT</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>There's a science class in the Valley at John Quincy Adams. It's a four day assignment. Teacher's name is Eskander.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - TREVOR'S PRAYER - SERIES OF SHOTS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We hear what God hears over the following . A -RRB- IN SHOWER Trevor hangs his head under a torrent of soothing water . B -RRB- TREVOR Ceremoniously , he irons a shirt . and polishes his shoes , a broad scar shows across the back of his hand . C -RRB- ANOTHER ANGLE His pressed slacks and tie hang meticulously over a chair as he gets dressed . D -RRB- CRUCIFIX Now Jesus Christ looks down on Trevor from his crucifix on the bedroom wall .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( kneeling bedside . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. If you're listening, God, please help me today. All I ask is a chance to do my job. t ` do the job you put me here to do in the first place.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( prayerfully now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Please help me accept those things I can not change. and give me strength to change those things I can.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. This is me, Trevor, God. Amen.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS H.S. (SAN FERNANDO VALLEY)  "A" BUILDING - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Traffic bottle - necks as students cross in front of cars , and big yellow L.A.U.S.D. buses pull in . The green lawn is scattered with students -LRB- about 65 % Hispanic -RRB- . Compared to the scarred , institutional look of Roosevelt Whitney , the face of John Quincy Adams is unblemished . -LRB- This is your own backyard , not the inner city -RRB- Sagging pants -LRB- Dickies , Ben Davis -RRB- and oversized jackets -LRB- County Bens , Duke , Georgetown -RRB- are represented . The different socio - economic and ethnic groups stick with their own kind ; the IHPs -LRB- Individual Honors Program -RRB- , the taggers , the Gangbangers , the Asians , the Armenians .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JQA PARKING LOT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Anglo boy , Stevie Littleton , gets out of his mom 's Lexus in the school parking lot and walks towards school .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT./EXT. TREVOR'S'64 RAMBLER AMERICAN - FACULTY PARKING LOT DRIVEWAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor sits behind the wheel of his Rambler . Watches a passing parade of students with detachment .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - "A" BUILDING ENTRANCE - FEW MINUTES LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor , fat briefcase in hand , crosses the front lawn . He 's not the same Trevor we met back in Bedford - Stuvyesant . Withdrawn , guarded , he manufactures a cautious smile at students in passing . Trevor now approaches VICTOR SIFUENTES , a young plain - clothes narc , who intermittently wands students with a metal detector at the front doors . FAVOR a kid now who wears a baseball cap with an emblem on the crown that says `` Fucd . ''</scene_description>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <dialogue>Baseball cap, give it up.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The kid grudgingly reciprocates , handing over his cap .</scene_description>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( stopping Trevor now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hold it, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor produces his blue employee card .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'm a substitute.</dialogue>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, you want the Main Office, straight ahead. Check in with Mrs. Ford.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - "A" BUILDING/MAIN CORRIDOR  BEFORE FIRST PERIOD</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor wanders up the crowded corridor . Along with his briefcase he now carries a sub folder that contains a homeroom roster , lesson plans and seating charts . A sporadic row of teachers , like weary sentinels , stand outside their classrooms . TEACHER # 1 is an insipid woman in her mid - forties . She 's overweight and wears too much make - up .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>` Scuse me. I'm lost. I'm looking for Bungalow.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( checks homeroom roster . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. eighty - six.</dialogue>
    <character>TEACHER #1</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>All the way out, next to the parking lot. Last bungalow on the left.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>TEACHER #1</character>
    <parenthetical>( fatalistic . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Good luck.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her comment weighs on him as he resumes his winding path through the bustle of students headed for first period .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - MAIN CORRIDOR/CLASSROOMS  TREVOR'S POV</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Glancing through open doorways . Observing the inner life of various classrooms in passing . sees students watch - ing TV , teacher ignores them .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - CLASSROOM #2</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ANGLO MALE , 39 , slouching behind his desk , attempting to read a newspaper but distracted by an offstage commotion .</scene_description>
    <character>CLASSROOM #2 TEACHER</character>
    <parenthetical>( ANGLO MALE . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( erupting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Sit down. I come back there and you're gon na be sorry.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - CLASSROOM #3/COMPUTER LAB</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>On the opposite side of the corridor . we can hear Ellen Henry 's voice before reaching her doorway . All brightness and light , full of enthusiasm .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( like , a buzzer ; times up . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. EEEEgghh! Wrong. William, you know this. C'mon, how do you find the pound sign? What's the fastest way?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now we see her through the doorway . ELLEN HENRY -LRB- TEACHER # 3 -RRB- . She 's thirty , Anglo , and non - tenured . At the front of the class ten students stand linked together , arm - in - arm , in a human chain . WILLIAM -LRB- 15 -RRB- sits behind a computer in the front row struggling to decipher the problem .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( playfully . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're not thinking.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( a major clue . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How ` bout Binary search.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>William remains puzzled . The chain of students delight in chiding him . `` C'mon , Beavis ! '' .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( the answer . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You split them!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen attempts to bisect the impulsive chain of students with a double - handed karate chop . Fickle chain that they are , they resist .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( amused . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Very funny.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now a SLOW MOTION fleeting moment as she catches Trevor 's passing gaze and openly smiles at him .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MEN'S BATHROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor rinses his face at the sink as Victor Sifuentes ' head speaks to him from above one of the heavily graffitied stalls in b.g.</scene_description>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <dialogue>So who yuh here for?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Eskander.</dialogue>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( zipping up , exiting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Aw, man, you got bungalow duty.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - BUNGALOWS - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>On a MEANDERING COURSE , MERGING with Trevor now . Increasing evidence of tagging , and bands of wandering students , indicate a higher degree of disorder the further one gets from the Main Office . FROM ABOVE NOW , like Algernon and his maze , Trevor negotiates his own path deeper and deeper into the configuration of bungalows . And Trevor 's trepidation . Eyes discerning every passerby . His PULSE AUDIBLY RACES , senses heightened . SHIFTING INTO SLOW MOTION AGAIN . And the reverberating SOUND of a SPRAY PAINT MARBLE as Trevor rounds a corner and comes face to face with three tag - bangers concealing spray paint cans inside their oversized jackets . One of the taggers locks eyes with Trevor as he passes , a slow premonitory burn . The tagger has a `` skin tight '' -LRB- pelon -RRB- hair cut and a string of black rosary beads around his neck . A barcode tattoo on the back of his neck identi - fies BENNY .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. UTILITY SHED AND VICINITY - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Behind the bungalows , adjacent the delivery gate . Meet DAVE CHILDRESS , a forty - something ditto - head . The residual effects of a hangover linger as he sneaks a cigarette before first period . He wears a faded Hawaiian shirt and Huarache sandals . An old military tattoo emblazons his left forearm . As he crushes out his cigarette , something catches his eye .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. UTILITY SHED</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Thru a chain - link fence we see a handful of cholo - types loitering around the shed . Childress investigates . As he approaches the fence .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, ese -LRB- s. -RRB-?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Homeboys scatter in all directions , some hop the chain - link fence , others scurry out a narrow gate behind the shed . Childress weighs an amused smirk . Now out of nowhere a gangbanger lurches from the shed , buttoning his sagging Dickies and tripping over his own feet . He scrambles out the back gate and is gone . Childress , curiosity piqued , now enters the compound through a tear in the fence .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. UTILITY SHED - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Childress pokes his head inside he discovers . Rita Nartinez , seventeen . braless . A niobium belly - ring piercing her navel . She pulls a dark blue sweat shirt on over her head . Glances up at Childress . Masks her shame with a defiant smirk . -LRB- Behind the heavy eyeliner and baggy pants of a chola , Rita 's really nothing more than a little lost girl . -RRB-</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( knowing full well . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What the hell's going on here, lil' sister?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW "84" - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor flicks on the lights , exposing bare , colorless walls and closed venetian blinds . His breathing 's slightly labored as he sets down his briefcase . His back faces the mob of students that trickle in now as he takes a surreptitious hit off an inhaler . Almost instantly his breathing returns to normal . Now he shuts his eyes and prepares to conjure up the dormant enthusiasm he used to have . Takes a deep cathartic breath . Now he digs a file folder out of his briefcase , opens it , selects a dispatch and approaches the blackboard . BELL RINGS as he picks up a piece of chalk . and begins . First he writes his name in the corner of the blackboard . Now he moves to the center of the blackboard and begins to write per the file folder in his hand . `` GLIS WAS VERY FRAPPER . SHE HAD DENARPEN FARFIE 'S MARDSEN . '' No one pays much attention . Back still facing the class .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Before taking roll, I'd like to prove a point.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now one or two students begin to notice the indecipherable gibberish he is writing on the board .</scene_description>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <parenthetical>( Armenian ; a disparaging laugh . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Farfie?'.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( cholo - like . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whad up, Farfie?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor mentally blocks out the salvo of grunts , groans and expletives . With each subsequent stroke of the chalk he is exorcising his demons .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's not important what. or who. ` Farfie' is.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Turning to face the class now .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yuh wan na play, yuh got ta stay. Have a seat, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A handful of students take their seats .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pacing now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The point I'd like to make is this. Anyone here can be a scientist.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>a grudging buzz of confusion .</scene_description>
    <character>ASIAN GIRL</character>
    <parenthetical>( sotto ; puzzled . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. What's he talking about?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>A scientist is like a detective. He investigates data. He scratches the surface of things he does n't understand to see what's underneath.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pointing to blackboard . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Things like this. Okay, who wants to read?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Barsek -LRB- the class clown -RRB- breaks in .</scene_description>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <parenthetical>( standing up . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'll do it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor quiets a harmless barrage of , `` Bart , '' `` sit down '' and `` Armenian Power sucks '' .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, we do n't need disrespect. Let ` im do it.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to Barsek . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What's your name?</dialogue>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <dialogue>Barsek.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A wisp of gratification flickers at the corner of Trevor 's mouth .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, Barsek. Read.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-LRB- The following is read in fits and starts and accompanied by diminishing laughter and ridicule . -RRB-</scene_description>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <dialogue>Glis was very frapper. She had denarpen Farfie's Mardsen. She could n't galp a giberter for Farfie. Instead she wharked to plimp a mardsen binky for him.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, anyone know what Barsek just said?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A unanimous `` No . '' Trevor can see the light at the end of the tunnel now . He 's back in the zone .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>That's alright. You do n't need to understand something to answer a few simple questions about it. Every one of you is capable of decoding data. Watch.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor writes question # 1 on the board . 1 . WHY WAS GLIS FRAPPER ?</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why was Glis Frapper? Can anyone tell me?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Asian Girl , into it now , tentatively raises her hand .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing at Asian Girl . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Asian Girl 's POV as she studies the first two sentences on the board .</scene_description>
    <character>ASIAN GIRL</character>
    <parenthetical>( slowly ; cautiously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Glis was frapper. because. she had denarpen Farfie's mardsen?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( understated . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's right. You got it.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( reactions all around . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Let's try another.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor reads and writes question # 2 on the board . 2 . WHAT DID GLIS PLIMP ?</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>What did Glis plimp?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Before Trevor can finish writing the question , an unidentified voice blurts out , `` He plimped a Ho . '' Scattered laughter . Trevor grimaces , shakes his head . Now attempts to add the question mark at the end of the sentence but the chalk breaks , causing dissension .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( searching blackboard ledge . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Hold on, hold on. Where's your teacher keep the chalk?</dialogue>
    <character>ASIAN GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>In the desk.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor hastily rifles through the teacher 's drawers . A startling discovery abruptly halts his search . CLOSER now INTO a brown paper bag Trevor has opened . Inside the bag is a .357 Magnum . OFF Trevor 's narrowing gaze , an offstage voice interrupts .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Can I help you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor lifts his head to see Dave Childress standing in the doorway of the bungalow . Trevor shuts the desk drawer . You can hear a pin drop . Childress piston - chews a wad of gum as he approaches Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry I'm late. Had to handle something. You a sub?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( puzzled . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I thought this was Science. Ms. Eskander.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress weighs a shit - eating grin as he glances at Trevor 's name on the board .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>No. This is Dave Childress, American History.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Some students brave a laugh at Trevor 's expense .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't know how to break it to you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( glancing at Trevor 's name again . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Garfield. but this is bungalow 84.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress now places a patronizing hand on Trevor 's shoulder and steers him toward the window blinds .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>See, you zigged when you shoulda zagged. Course it's not your fault someone jacked the number off my door. Keep askin' Garcia to fix it but all I get is ` nada.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress draws the blinds on one of the windows exposing another bungalow across the way .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - THROUGH WINDOW PANE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>In complete disarray . Students clutter the doorway as wads of paper intermittently zing past them .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>that mess over there, that's Eskander's.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's unflinching stare .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The bungalow was originally designed for lab science : glass - encased cupboards , a caged white lab rat on a side counter , an 8 ' by 3 ' counter top -LRB- island -RRB- at the front of the room , including a built - in sink and butane gas valve . Students crowd the opened windows on the far side of the room . The chaotic atmosphere centers around one student . Benny Chacon -LRB- 18 -RRB- , the tagger we met earlier . Trevor 's back to square one . He struggles with trepidation as he steps into the doorway of the bungalow and hesitates . A young black girl , LAKESIA STEWART -LRB- 16 -RRB- , stands near the doorway . She cradles a realistic looking E.N.A.B.L. baby -LRB- Education Now And Babies Later -RRB- .</scene_description>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <dialogue>You our sub?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor takes a peek at the doll .</scene_description>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <dialogue>It's not real. We're studying teen parenting in home - ec.' It's computerized, so it cries and shit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Crowd at the windows begins to disperse now , finding their seats , except for Benny who does n't budge . Trevor approaches , gazes out the window , eyes sizing up the situation .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUNGALOW #86 - TREVOR'S POV - TEXTBOOKS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Scattered on the blacktop between the parking lot fence and bungalow # 86 are 35 science textbooks .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86</stage_direction>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( addressing Benny ; without prejudging . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You know how the books got outside?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny plays with the black rosary around his neck . Responds with mock ignorance .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>No speaky Engless.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class erupts with laughter . A wad of paper sails past Trevor and out the window .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>You speak Spanish, Mister. Whas yer name?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Garfield.</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>You speak Spanish, Mister G?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor ignores the question . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eh, G. know what dat means when a homeboy calls you ` G'? Dat means gangster, homes. You a gangster, maestro?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No, I'm not a gangster.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Would you please do me a favor and pick up the books?</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( righteous indignation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Andate a la mierda.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( more laughs . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I ai n't pickin' dat shit up. You go pick it up.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny now finds a seat . Trevor follows him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>What's your name?</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>Cesar Chavez. Do n't you recognize me?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class laughs . Trevor refers to the seating chart -LRB- inside the sub folder -RRB- in his hand but Benny 's not sitting in his proper seat . Benny indicates a 2 '' by 3 '' monitoring device strapped to his ankle .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>See dis? I'm already on house arrest, homes. Ai n't nothin' more you can do to me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Suddenly three students across from Benny -LRB- the other three taggers we saw earlier , Cesar Sanchez , Stevie Littleton and Paco -RRB- stand with bold impunity . All are 17 . Cesar has a buzz - cut , Stevie 's an Anglo speed freak with a runny nose and a bleached one - clip haircut -LRB- roots showing -RRB- and Paco , a Latino .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Sit down, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar , Stevie and Paco ignore Trevor and walk out of the bungalow . Their departure is accompanied by a tumultuous outburst of catcalls and whistles .</scene_description>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( peeking Benny 's hold card . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mr. G, those guys that jus' walked out are n't even in here this period.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pointing to Benny . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And this fool's name is Benny Chacon.</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( whirls in his seat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shut yer mouth, hood rat! School girl bitch!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, Benny. That's enough.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny turns his wrath on Trevor now .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, you ai n't no real teacher. Fool, you're nothin' but a sub. T'ink yer so cool. You mus' be ` Mr. culo.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Scattered laughter . Trevor closes the sub folder and just looks at Benny .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( a cool curiosity . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Why do you wear a rosary?</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ai n't none a' yer damn business. To put God on me, okay? Why do n't you jus' go sit down and read yer newspaper. Wan na - be, mother fucker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor just stands there , studies Benny . A palpable beat .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Are you done?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>There is dead silence as Benny stares Trevor straight in the eye . Trevor stares right back .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>Jus' gim me a referral. Shit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor turns and calmly walks back to the island counter , searches and finds a referral slip in one of the drawers , fills it out .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( cool deliberation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>For future reference, anyone who disrupts a class, or in any way infringes on the rights of others to get an education, is subject to disciplinary action.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>When I'm here, ladies and gentlemen, I expect to be treated decently.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( walks back to Benny . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. hopefully in an atmosphere of mutual respect. This classroom is our sanctuary, yours and mine. Respect it.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( handing Benny the referral . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>For your information, I am a real teacher.</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>Whatever you say, Opie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny has a smirk on his face as he sashays past Trevor with the referral slip .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, who would like to help me pick up the books?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny , a self - aggrandized exit , crumbles the referral slip and tosses it at Trevor , hitting him square in the back . Like a reflex , Trevor whirls and ducks . Students laugh at his heightened reaction .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JQA - FACULTY DINING ROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We see kids at an armored Coke machine . PAN OFF machine to see kids at lunch .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JQA - FACULTY DINING ROOM - LUNCHTIME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor sits by himself , lost in stirring a bowl of soup . He observes a talkative clique of teachers at the far end of the table , including Teacher # 1 . Now Dave Childress sits down , disrupting Trevor 's solitude .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>How goes the battle, Garfield?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dave bites into a messy sandwich as he skims the front page of a newspaper that someone left behind .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>D'juh get that binky marsden farfied?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor does n't say a word . Just keeps stirring his soup . Now notices Ellen Henry as she enters and joins the food line .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Know what I think? I think that Chacon punk's the one who opened your bungalow this morning.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( another bite . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eskander does n't know how to lock a window.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>TREVOR 'S POV - ELLEN AND CASHIER The cashier -LRB- Armenian girl , 15 -RRB- is one of Ellen 's students . As Ellen pays for a sandwich .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Come by the lab after school, we'll work on it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>BACK TO TREVOR AND CHILDRESS</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Want some advice?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor slides Dave a glance .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>First homeboy that gives you the slightest bit of trouble. send ` um tuh Larry Hyland. He's their counselor. Right off the bat, yuh have to sacrifice one. Let ` um know who's boss. Show some balls.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor nods . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And do n't look for support from the administration. Most of'em have n't been in a classroom in ten years. They do n't know shit. I got tenure and I'm still out here in the damn bungalows. I should be in the ` A' building with a nice air - conditioned room.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( sarcastically . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You met Garcia yet? The principal?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor shakes his head as Ellen Henry takes the empty seat at the end of the table , smiles at Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Ah! New blood!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( extends a hand . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ellen Henry, computer science.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Trevor Garfield.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As they shake right in front of Childress ' face he ca n't help noticing the mean scar on the back of Trevor 's hand .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Nice scar yuh got there.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>There 's something familiar about this sub .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Ever sub here before?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>First time.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( curiously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What about permanent?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I taught seven years in the Bedford - Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. Roosevelt Whitney High School.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Roosevelt Whitney? Did n't some teacher get stabbed to death there last year?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Actually, he survived.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>No, it was on ` Sixty Minutes.' Some gangbanger stabbed this guy with a ten - penny nail like a dozen times in a hallway and.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress looks from Trevor silently stirring his soup down to the scar again . and now it hits him .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus Christ, you're him. It was you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen blanches .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( awestruck . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Holy shit, Garfield. When was that? December before last? No, it was fall.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>October 27.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Whadda schmuck. I'm sittin' here givin' advice to a man with a purple heart.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Inexplicably , she gets up and leaves . As Trevor watches Ellen go , Childress slides closer to him .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( sotto . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Lem me tell yuh somethin'. In my book you're a fuckin' hero. Damn straight.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor slides a look back to Dave as he eats his soup .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Getting stabbed does n't make me a hero.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( disregards Trevor 's comment . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So what'd they give the kid?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>They put ` im upstate in a facility until his twenty - first birthday.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>That all? They shoulda caned the bastard. Like they did that kid in Singapore. Remember?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( recollecting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>President of Singapore had a few choice words. Use to have it memorized. He said something like, ` When a state of increasing disorder and defiance can not be checked by the rules. then new and sometimes drastic rules have to be forged to maintain order.'.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( slides Trevor a glance . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` The alternative is to surrender order to chaos and anarchy.'</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>So why do you still teach?</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Same reason as you, Garfield - for the paycheck.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUNGALOW #86 - AFTERNOON (SIXTH PERIOD; NEXT DAY)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The windows and blinds are shut now .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - CLOCK ON WALL - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>is inching toward the top of the hour . Closing their books and loading their knapsacks , the students talk and pay more attention to the inexorable march of time than to Trevor writing on an overhead projector .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, someone tell me the difference between the central nervous system and the lymphatic system?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita Nartinez -LRB- the chola from the `` utility '' shed -RRB- sits near the front of the class . She wears her usual heavy eyeliner and a new nose ring .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( obscenely . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mr. G, you got ta nice butt.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class erupts . Rita enjoys the attention . Trevor turns and looks at her squarely .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You seem to be an expert on anatomy, Miss -.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( checks roster . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>- Nartinez. Central nervous system and lymphatic system. What's the difference?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Uh.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor does n't expect anything remotely close to the right answer .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>It's like the central nervous system, that's your brain and spinal cord, and the lymphatic system, that's the stuff in your blood that fights diseases.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat . Trevor looks up at her .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Very good.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor notices Cesar Sanchez writing on his desk . Stevie cranes his neck to observe . Paco snoozes .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cesar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar throws back his head and jerks both hands from his desk top . Trevor walks up the aisle .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You writing on your desk?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( coolly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You see anything in my hands?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( displaying his empty palms . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I do n't think so.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor looks down at the tagging on Cesar 's desktop . In one corner are the letters K - O - S , and below that the word `` cartoon . ''</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>K - O - S, what's that? That a tagging crew?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar shrugs with a big grin .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cartoon. Is that you, Cesar?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( off no response . ) '</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>K - O - S' has something to do with your friend Benny?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Dawg. You're a sucker. K - O - S stands for ` Kappin' Off Suckers.' Do n't disrespect my homeboy, Benny. He do n't like it. He do n't like you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor dismisses Cesar 's comments .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Do me a favor, Cesar. Go get a paper towel from the counter and wipe off your desk.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And Mr. Littleton, please oblige me and turn that tagger shirt inside - out.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie wears a fusion T - shirt emblazoned with a giant spray can .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( refusing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hyland said it was okay, Sucker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Neither of them budge . Momentous deliberation . Now the BELL RINGS and the classroom empties in a matter of seconds . Cesar stares daggers at Trevor as he exits . Rita hangs back , the last one to leave . She does n't want anyone to see her talking to Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( self - conscious . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Do n't pay no attention to them. They jus' tryin' tuh fuck wit' you, Mr. G. I mean play wit' you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry I said you had a nice ass.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( a pensive beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Apology accepted.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( in her own defense . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I ai n't no school girl.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>God forbid anyone should think that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita flickers an awkward smile , turns and exits . The class empties and Trevor is left staring at the empty desks where Benny and Cesar sat . WHACK - Trevor 's reverie is broken by a BASKETBALL smashing against the side of the bungalow . POV - OUT THE WINDOW A group of boys grin mischieviously at the reaction they get from Trevor . continue smashing the ball against bungalows . TREVOR shifts his gaze from them to the venetian blinds framing the window . to the clock over his desk .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - CLOSE ON VENETIAN BLINDS - LATER (AFTER SCHOOL)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as they open - revealing the clock - and just as suddenly close . TILT DOWN to find Trevor working the cords to the blinds he 's rigged over the timeplace . A FAINT KNOCK breaks his spell as he glances up to discover Ellen Henry standing in the open doorway .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>May I come in?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( points at her . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Ellen.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLENA</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing back . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Trevor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He sees her looking quizzically at the blinds he 's rigged over the clock .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( explaining . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm making time a reward instead of a distraction.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Impressed , Ellen peruses the room now with a benign gaze .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Clever. Listen, I wanted to apologize for jumping up like I did at lunch. I was just feeling a little weird.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's alright.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>For what it's worth, Dave Childress thinks you walk on water.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Is that a good thing?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen flickers a grin , point taken .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I think it takes a lot of courage to go back into a classroom after something like that.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Not if the only thing you ever wanted to do was teach.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( smiles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now you see, there's our predicament.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>WHACK - the noise pulls Ellen 's attention out the window where the boys play a rough game of BASKETBALL .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I assume you've met Benny Chacon?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I have.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( absently . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Last week Benny and his tagging crew had Ms. Eskander pinned in the corner over there.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pointing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. She's seven months pregnant and he's tormenting her with a broom handle. Can I help you with those?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor is trying to put some books on an upper shelf , but he 's having trouble raising his arm high enough . Ellen sees he 's in pain .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No thanks.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She watches him struggle , then breaks the awkwardness .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>So anyway, Gloria kicks Benny. and if the district construes it as assault and battery on a student, she's gone.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>They'd do that?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>In a heart beat. She's non - tenured, they do n't want to get sued.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( with resignation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Do n't be surprised if she files for stress leave by the end of the week. Too bad, too. She's a good teacher.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>WHACK . WHACK . Outside , the kids continue to play . The late sun makes their violent shadows swarm over Ellen .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Can I ask you a personal question?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor glances up . Here 's what she really wants to know .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( tentatively now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Why'd that kid attack you?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Because I flunked him.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( sobered . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Is there any way you can see something like that coming?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>When they say they wan na kill you, you'd best take it serious. This kid was an O.T. - Opportunity Transfer - but nobody told me until it was too late.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Did you know Benny's an O.T? In less than a year he's been convicted of felony assault and suspended twice. I even testified against him as a character witness. Now I get to see him every day in homeroom. I'm stuck with him. Condition of his probation is that he stay in school.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You talk to the principal?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Many times. Three weeks ago, Garcia calls Benny's mother in for a conference, but she refuses to show up. She's afraid they'll deport her because she's illegal. So she contacts the A.C.L.U. and some attorney tells her she does n't have to come in.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( still ca n't believe . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Garcia got cold feet and dropped the whole thing.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( fear building . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This kid's threatening me and all he's worried about is a lawsuit.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( intent now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What'd Benny say to you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tears involuntarily well up in Ellen 's eyes . HOLD for an awkward moment as she collects herself .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>That he wanted to hurt me. Real bad.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Does he know where you live?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I think so. Someone's been phoning me at night and hanging up. Two weeks ago, my car was broken into. And last Friday, I think he was inside my house. But I ca n't prove it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The shadows of the basketball players rage inside the bungalow .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( bottom lip quivers . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I do n't know what to do.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You can quit.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>You did n't.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's severe gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LA RIVER OVERPASS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trace the cold underbelly of the overpass . The glare of oncoming headlights flash overhead as we DISCOVER a tagging wall . CLOSER now . The wall is completely covered with graffiti . The centerpiece of the wall is a 5 ' by 10 ' multi - color `` placa '' that reads . K.O.S. ANGLING TO DISCOVER an Anglo tagger now as he defaces the `` S '' in K - O - S , covering it with his own piece . Suddenly the lone tagger feels a presence at his back . He freezes . Now slowly turns to see . Benny , Cesar and Paco . Merely shadows . Benny lights a blunt , illuminating his face . Passes it to Cesar .</scene_description>
    <character>TAGGER</character>
    <dialogue>Do I know you?</dialogue>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( indicates tagging . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You should. You're fuckin' with my piece, puto.</dialogue>
    <character>TAGGER</character>
    <parenthetical>( nervously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. You from K.O.S? No shit?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar and Paco burst into hysterical laughter which only manages to get Benny piqued .</scene_description>
    <character>TAGGER</character>
    <parenthetical>( panicking . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, I did n't mean nothin'. Lem me fix it. I can fix it. Okay?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar and Paco laugh harder .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Cesar . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eh, shut up, mojado!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to Tagger now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Do n't mess wit' me, whiteboy. I'll cap yer ass.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He pulls a .380 or a .25 automatic out of his pocket . Brandishes it at Cesar and Paco .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>I said shut up! Shut the fuck up!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A BEEPER hooked on Benny 's pants pocket BEEPS . Benny shuts it off . The Tagger sees his opportunity and makes a break for it . Without a second thought , Benny SHOOTS him in the leg . Tagger crumbles to the ground . Benny 's really pissed now . Checks his beeper 's glow - in - the - dark face for the message .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting to message . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I do n't have no time to put up wit' ` dis shit!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar and Paco attempt to subdue their laughter but fail .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>You think it's funny?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Benny lifts a pant leg . Indicates his ankle monitor with the barrel of his gun .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>I do n't call my P.O. in 15 minutes, I'm fucked.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Venting rage , Benny walks up the wounded Tagger and STARTS SHOOTING -LRB- one hand high near his face , shooting downward -RRB- . Now he kisses the crucifix on his rosary like a sick , distorted affectation .</scene_description>
    <character>BENNY</character>
    <dialogue>Dis is K.O.S.' neighborhood.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar and Paco laugh even harder now , falling all over each other . Benny storms off . He marches past a street lamp and is swallowed up by the night .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. L.A. RIVER - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>SUBJECT CAMERA FOLLOWING Benny . Oblivious that he 's being followed , Benny walks at a steady pace . As we continue gaining ground on him , a SOUND UPCUT of TREVOR CALLING ROLL transports us to .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - ON BENNY'S EMPTY DESK - NEXT MORNING (FIRST PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Amid unresponsive cross talk :</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sergio Arrellano. Blanca Orantes. Andrew Blackwell. Benny Chacon.</dialogue>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( chiming in . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Benny's not here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor gazes opaquely at Benny 's empty seat .</scene_description>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <dialogue>I think he went AWOL, Mr. G.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. VACANT DIRT LOT - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>An eight - year - old Hispanic kid pulls a red Flexi - Flyer wagon -LRB- laden with pop bottles and aluminum cans -RRB- across weeds and cracked earth . He suddenly stops and stares at something in the weeds . Snatches it up , studies it , and tosses it with everything else . SLOWLY MOVING IN ON the wagon now . thru a thin shroud of dust as it bangs and bumps along . Even CLOSER now on the last retrieved article . It 's Benny 's ankle monitor .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - "A" BUILDING - MAIN CORRIDOR  DAY (FIFTH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor emerges from Assistant Principal Ford 's office and walks up the empty corridor , without breaking stride .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( muted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Trevor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor retraces his steps back to the door of Ellen 's plant - filled , personalized computer lab . Over the CLACKING of COMPUTER KEYS .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( quietly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eskander filed for stress leave. They want me to finish out the semester.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>That's great.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( with humility . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's only'til the end of the year.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Listen, I never thanked you for letting me cry on your shoulder.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor flickers a conciliatory nod , now she averts his eyes .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>That's okay.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( digressing now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey, have you seen Benny lately?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor shrugs . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ford told me he has n't phoned his P.O. in four days.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( weighs guilt ; whispering . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You know what they say. Be careful what you pray for. Do n't get me wrong, Benny's made my life a living hell. I even moved back in with my mother because of him. I love my mother, but if I eat one more dinner off a TV tray or watch one more rerun of ` Wheel of Fortune,' I think I'll lose my fucking mind.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now an EGG TIMER RINGS O.S. on Ellen 's desk . Back into the classroom .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( to class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Time's up. Everyone stop working.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Realizing now that all the CLACKING COMPUTER KEYS have stopped moments ago . All eyes are fixed on Ellen and Trevor . Big knowing grins all around .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Balmy and still . ON bug zapper above garage , a churning , SLOW MOTION swarm of bugs repeatedly throw themselves headlong into the light .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>MUSIC plays faintly on the STEREO . Numerous artifacts occupy the bookshelves . A primitive AFRICAN MASAI BOW -LRB- with two arrows -RRB- is mounted on a wall . Trevor , tie loosened . Ellen , in nylon stocking feet , leaning back against a couch . On the coffee table before them are dirty dishes and half - full wine glasses . Trevor 's lost in a thin introspective smile .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( breaks the silence . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. So you have a wife hiding in a closet somewhere?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( smile widens . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No. No wife.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't you ever get lonely?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor considers the question .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( genuinely . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sometimes. There's this passage in God's Lonely Man by Thomas Wolfe where he says,'. The whole conviction of my life rests upon the belief that loneliness is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.' I believe that.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>God that's depressing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They both laugh .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>My New York mentality.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's not always easy looking on the bright side.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Especially after spending a year in and out of a hospital, I would guess.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Actually, that was n't the toughest part - it's the robbery that's been hardest to recover from.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( did n't know about this . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What'd they steal?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>My passion. My old, unguarded self. I resent that. I want them back.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He offers a smile . Ellen returns it .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>They're still there. Everybody around me seems to have given up. They're all so beaten down. But you're different. You refuse to be beaten.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>So do you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Kindred souls . Ellen fills her glass .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Remember the last time a student surprised you?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You mean where a light goes on?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah. Where the kid surpasses all your expectations.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Been awhile. So few you can actually get through to. You?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( thinks . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. That would have to be Daniel Terrazas. This was last year sometime. Kid was failing miserably. But he was the best Salsa dancer in the whole school.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( brightens slightly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Uh - oh.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>So I made ` im a deal. Tutoring in exchange for Salsa lessons.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Saw it. Jerry Springer.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>No, no. He was a perfect gentleman.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( dryly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Male teachers ca n't do things like that. They get arrested.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Yep, double standard. By the way, did you know Cesar Sanchez was Special Ed?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor shakes his head . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yep, he never should've been mainstreamed. His I.E.P. says he's L.H. but he acts more like S.E.D.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Severely Emotionally Disturbed. that's great.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat . Then Ellen gets up , wine glass balanced in her left hand .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, Garfield - on your feet. Lem me teach you how to Salsa.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( resisting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No, no, I'm no good at that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen spins the tuner on the STEREO to a LATIN STATION and practically yanks Trevor to his feet .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Let's go. Do n't play shy with me, homeboy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor grimaces , awkwardly relinquishes , as Ellen walks him through it .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( still holding wine glass . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's it. Okay, follow me. It starts on the one. Step forward with your left foot. One. Change weight on, two. And three, feet back together. Now do the same in reverse, starting with your right foot.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( talks their way through . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>One, two, three. One, two three.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor concentrates . Up to speed now . Technically he 's got it , he just needs to loosen up . Ellen suppresses a gleeful snicker . Now , Trevor attempts to cut loose . He spins Ellen once , into a tango step , one - two - three . Now an awkward dip , causing her glass to spill wine down the back of his shirt .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( horrified , giggling . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, my God. your shirt. Oh, no, I'm so sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( self - conscious . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's alright.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He dashes toward the hallway bathroom .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Can I help?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Grab the baking soda outta the fridge.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>In a flurry , Ellen rushes into the kitchen . Flips on the kitchen light , jerks open the refrigerator and locates the baking soda . FOLLOWING now , as she MOVES STEADILY FROM the kitchen TO the hallway bathroom .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S - HALLWAY/BATHROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as Ellen steps into the doorway and lets out a startled gasp , dropping the box of baking soda . Trevor is bent over , scrubbing his shirt in the sink . His bare back and shoulders are scattered with brutal knife scars .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MOTHER HENRY'S - AFTER MIDNIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A tract house in the central San Fernando Valley . Trevor 's Rambler is parked at the curb . The house is dark except for a porch light . Trevor and Ellen are greeted by Ellen 's golden retriever Jack , who 's chained to the front porch . JACK WHIMPERS , ready to bark .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't start barking, Jack.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( petting him . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey there, boy. You're a good dog. Yes, you are.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Jack nuzzles up to Trevor , tail wagging furiously , no barking . Now Trevor stands and faces Ellen .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry for reacting the way I did back there.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't apologize. That's how most people react.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Did n't scare me. It just surprised me. Thanks for dinner. I had a good time.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You're welcome.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Awkward silence . Trevor struggles with the urge to kiss her good night . They look at each other timidly for a moment . Now he moves to kiss her and she inadvertently adjusts her stance . The result is a kiss that does n't quite hit her mouth . It 's an awkward moment . Ellen feels horrible for him , desperately picks up a strange little plant by her feet .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Here. you need a little life in that place of yours.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor takes it , smiles `` thanks '' .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Good night.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>turns and starts toward his car .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( a half - wave . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Night.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - AROUND 2 AM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>In the moonlit darkness . Trevor 's abandoned bed . The sheets are twisted and damp . We TILT UP to see a digital clock at bedside reading 2:49 AM , and Trevor 's sweat - panted figure moving down the hall in b.g.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - LOW ANGLE - TREVOR - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>madly pedaling TOWARD us on a bike . He wears running shoes , shorts and a Morehouse College sweat shirt and his face is contorted from the effort . He wipes sweat from his head , takes a gasping hit from his inhaler as CAMERA CRANES UP to reveal Trevor on a stationary bike in the back yard of his house , rapidly going nowhere .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HOUSE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>His sleepless night continues . Planted at his desk . Trevor corrects a stack of science papers , like a fervent prayer . Sun peeks through the window above his desk . OVER SUBURBAN CLUTTER - RISING SUN - ESTABLISHING Then burning out to white .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S BUNGALOW - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Shimmering in heat waves .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BUNGALOW - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>It 's sweltering . A single fan stirs the air . Amidst growing disorder , Trevor stands behind the front counter . AGENDA is written on the overhead as he flips through pages of a physical science text book . Rita 's out of her seat , feeding the caged , white lab rat . Cesar , with sunglasses and typical disregard , holds court in the back of the room . He and Stevie are high . Trevor eyes them , finds what he was looking for in the book .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( addressing class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Since some of you seem to have an interest in anesthetics, I've prepared a little demonstration.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Glances over at Rita now . Checks the wall clock .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Rita, bring your friend in the cage over here, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Bringing the cage over .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>His name's Snowball. Like ` dat lil' pig dude from Animal Farm.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( coolly impressed . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You've read Animal Farm?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( above the din . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. schoolgirl.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( snapping a look . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shut up, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You read Animal Farm, Cesar?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No, but I fucked a sheep.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie and Paco love it .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cesar, come up here.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( gesturing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I want you to have a front row seat for this.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Surprisingly , Cesar does what he 's told as Trevor removes an old pocket watch from his briefcase and sets it next to Snowball 's cage .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>And remove the ` lokes.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar removes his dark glasses . His eyes are bloodshot and vapid .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why your eyes so red?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( lying . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mus' be pink - eye, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( eyes Trevor 's pocket watch . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Nice watch, homes. Can I have it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Disregarding Cesar , Trevor opens a drawer and removes two latex surgical gloves from a cardboard box . He puts on the gloves and selects a petri dish from another drawer .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Rita, would you bring me a sugar cube from the shelf over there?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She does . Trevor now removes a small amber bottle -LRB- with an eye - dropper top -RRB- from his briefcase . The class starts to settle down now as Trevor pre - measures water in a pipette and adds it to the petri dish .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( referring to text . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cesar, read Young's rule for us. Page 564. At the top.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( like it 's above him . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I ai n't gon na read ` dat shit.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Rita, give Cesar your book. Let ` im read.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita places her book on Cesar 's desk .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Forget it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Jeers from the class , `` Come on , read '' . `` Hurry up , Cesar . ''</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( prompting him . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Young's rule.' Go on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita points to the passage in the book . Cesar slaps her hand .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Chunt.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( Choont . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue />
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Stoopit bitch.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Touch her again, Cesar, and you'll answer to me personally.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita knits her eyebrows at Trevor . Cesar laughs .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>You like her, Mr. G?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class erupts .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( shrinking . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shut up!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( genuinely . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Settle down, everyone. We all have to learn how to forgive and get along. C'mon, Cesar, read. Please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At first Cesar does n't budge . Now grudgingly he looks down at the book .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( attempting to read . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Young's rule. ff. fo.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Formulates.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar heaves the book across the room : Class erupts , `` Refer ` im , '' `` Send ` im tuh Hyland . '' Trevor walks over and picks up the book . Class now settles . Watches Trevor closely to see what he 's going to do . Trevor gazes at Cesar .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I say everyone deserves another chance. Whadda you say, Cesar?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar knits his eyebrows , puzzled . Now Trevor walks over and sets the textbook down in front of Rita .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Rita, would you please read Young's rule for me?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( hesitates and . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. ` Young's rule formulates proper dosage levels for children and adolescents.'</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Resume the lesson now . Trevor indicates the amber bottle .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>In the brown bottle I have a prescription for liquid Demeral.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where'd that come from, sir?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>A doctor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar grudgingly watches as Trevor places a measured drop of the liquid demeral into the petri dish and stirs the solution .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Demeral is a morphine sulphate. and is soluble in water.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Using the pipette , Trevor administers two drops of the demeral and water solution to the sugar cube , which he has placed inside Snowball 's cage . As Snowball eats the sugar cube .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Young's rule says, divide the age of the patient by the patient's age plus twelve, giving us the fraction of the adult dosage suitable for the patient. In Snowball's case, I've calculated the dosage necessary to tranquilize a one - year - old child. then further divided that fraction by 30, based on his weight, to arrive at.002 milligrams.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Having eaten most of the sugar cube , Snowball is rendered unconscious .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't worry, he'll be back to normal in exactly 10 minutes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor peers at his pocket watch . INSERT - FULL SCREEN - TREVOR 'S POCKET WATCH The hour and minute hands read 2:40 . HOLD as we .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - TEN MINUTES LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's pocket watch now reads 2:50 .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>He shoulda woke up by now?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Snowball is n't moving . HOLD for an uncomfortably long moment ON the class , clustered around Trevor 's desk . The class , for once , is completely silent . Beads of perspiration form on Trevor 's upper lip as he resolutely watches the sleeping rat .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( accusatory . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You just caught a murder case, homes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now Snowball begins to stir and the class reacts with scattered applause . A thin smile flickers across Trevor 's face . As the BELL RINGS .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, anyone who did n't finish answering the questions on 246, finish them for homework.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As students head for the doors , he pulls off his latex gloves and looks for his pocket watch . but it 's gone .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Hold it, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar and Stevie are almost out the door .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Where's my watch?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( urgently . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey, I got ta go. I ai n't got no watch.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Empty your pockets, both of you.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Want me to break it down to you? I got ta catch a bus.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar heads out the door .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUNGALOW #86 - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor locks bungalow # 86 , picks up his briefcase , and along with the rest of the foot traffic , heads in the direction of the `` A '' building .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JQA - ON EDGE OF BUNGALOWS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Trevor rounds a corner and runs smack into Ellen on the opposite side of a chain link fence .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( making excuses . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry. I'm trying to catch Hyland before he leaves.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor keeps moving .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I've been meaning to come by your room.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( keeping it light . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. It's almost been a week. My guess is you're avoiding me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's tongue - tied . Now he removes the Proventil inhaler from his pocket , take an innocuous hit .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>You okay?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor nods , sustains an awkward smile .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Has nothing to do with you, Ellen. It's. hard for me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A struggle , fighting against his true feelings .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Pretty much been like that since. you know, my accident. Has nothing to do with you.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Is it because I'm white?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor stares into her eyes , a soulful , searching gaze . Now he averts a self - conscious look .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>We can still be friends. Just do n't pull away.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor just looks at her . Nods , somewhat bewildered .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( back to lighter note . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now, can I ask you a favor? After you're done with Hyland, can you give me a ride to my car? It's at the mechanics, about five or six blocks up Lankershim. If you ca n't, it's okay, I can walk.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( a little embarrassed . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I think I can manage that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Victor Sifuentes approaches now .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Que paso, Victor?</dialogue>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( into walkie - talkie . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Base three to base one. ` Found ` im.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As their paths converge and they stop , face to face .</scene_description>
    <character>VICTOR</character>
    <dialogue>Mr. Garcia would like to speak with you in his office.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's puzzled look .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. PRINCIPAL GARCIA'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A wall air conditioner . blows on Stevie and Cesar 's sweaty backs . Trevor enters , shirt equally drenched in sweat . The dead silence is like that of a courtroom . MR. GARCIA , late forties , drawn , sits behind his desk . MR. HYLAND , stands in the outer office behind a glass partition , head lowered . Hyland flashes Trevor a defeated smile as we . Trevor coolly deciphers the situation . Garcia reaches down , switches on a portable tape recorder .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>You do n't mind if I tape record our conversation. Matter of record. You understand.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( indicating Mr. Hyland . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Of course, you know Mr. Hyland.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor weighs the situation . Nods .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Am I being questioned?</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mr. Sanchez and Mr. Littleton tell me you've accused them of stealing your watch. If that's the case, I need to address the accusation.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>For the record, I primarily suspect Mr. Sanchez. Although I would n't be surprised if Stevie was an accomplice.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( glances over at Cesar and Stevie . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Beginning of sixth period, Cesar admired the watch. I believe his exact words were, ` Can I have it?'.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( looks back to Garcia . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Either way, I'd like my watch back.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Anything else?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>When I asked him to empty his pockets, Cesar refused.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Is that true, Mr. Sanchez?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No way. He never asked me nothin' like that! I do n't go ` round taxing no teachers.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. Calm down.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With fervor now , Cesar turns his pockets inside out , emptying the contents -LRB- house keys and two dollars in change -RRB- onto Garcia 's desk .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I ai n't got no watch, man.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Mr. Littleton, may we see your pockets too?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie empties his pockets now . Nothing but a twenty dollar bill and an empty pack of Marlboros . Trevor just stares at him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( last try . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'd like a locker search, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Garcia hesitates , now looks to Cesar and Stevie .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>You're excused, gentlemen. Take your things. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The boys collect their belongings off Garcia 's desk and shoot looks at Trevor as they exit . Now Garcia turns back to Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( unflinching pragmatism . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Let me try and explain something. I try and think of our students here at John Quincy Adams like they're my clients. I ca n't accuse anybody just on your hunches. I need more than that. I need facts.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( looking at Hyland . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I wo n't have another law suit like we did with that Blackwell case.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( now to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Boy's mother spent $ 400 that she could n't afford on new clothes for her son. Unfortunately we considered the clothing gang attire and sent the boy home. That cost the district a quarter of a million dollars.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So I want you to be straight with me, Mr. Garfield. Did you physically see Cesar take your watch?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No, I did n't.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Do you have any witnesses who saw him take it?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pause . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. No.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Unless there's reasonable cause to show that Cesar, or Mr. Littleton took your watch then I ca n't authorize a locker search. I'm sorry. Any concerns regarding my decision, you can look up in the handbook. It's section 628.1 of the Education Code.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Garcia . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That was my grandfather's watch. Ca n't you see what they're doing? Were n't you ever a teacher?</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Afraid I never had the privilege. Teaching and being a principal do n't necessarily go hand in hand, Mr. Garfield.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's defeated gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. GARCIA'S OFFICE - MAIN CORRIDOR - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Trevor and Hyland emerge from Garcia 's office and walk steadily up the empty corridor .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <parenthetical>( sotto . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Is it me or is Garcia a real asshole?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor does n't respond , lost in thought .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I've been thinking about videotaping my classes.</dialogue>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah, well, here's some free advice. Cover your ass.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor slides him a glance . They stop in front of Hyland 's office door . He unlocks the door with a key .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>If Garcia asks, your main purpose is to observe you, not the students. Excuse me, I mean his ` clients.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>PHONE RINGS as they enter .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HYLAND'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>Some gangbanger might think we're violating his civil rights.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor weighs it as Hyland picks up the phone .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <parenthetical>( into phone . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Yeah?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Signals Trevor to take a seat .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <parenthetical>( into phone . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry, Iris. Completely forgot.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>INTERCUT Trevor as his eyes idly fix on an index card box -LRB- on Hyland 's desk -RRB- labeled , `` LOCKER COMBINATIONS . '' Hyland hangs up .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yuh have a minute? Wan na talk to you about our discipline committee. Got ta run up to the office real quick first.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor shifts his gaze back to Hyland .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah, fine, go ahead. I'll wait.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hyland rushes out and Trevor glances back at the index box . Momentous deliberation . Now he reaches over and carefully opens the small tin box . Methodically now , he flips through the file cards until he finds Cesar Sanchez 's locker combination . Trevor 's eyes scanning the information on the locker combination card . LOCKER # 204 . Combination sequence . 08 - 24 - 53 .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TRAFFIC SIGNAL - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's Rambler , with Ellen in the passenger seat , stops at a large intersection .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT./EXT RAMBLER - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I have to fly up there for a computer conference.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>When's that?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Day after tomorrow.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Trevor gets distracted by something he sees .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Never been to San Francisco.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RITA'S BUS STOP - TREVOR'S POV</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>At a right angle to Lankershim , down Magnolia Blvd. , Rita Nartinez sits alone on a bus stop bench .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, you should go sometime, Trevor. I think you'd like it. Really. It's only an hour by air. Maybe five or six by car. Completely different attitude from L.A. Much more like a real city. like Chicago or New York.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Ellen continues talking we see a lowered blue Nissan mini - truck -LRB- with matching shell -RRB- pull up next to the bus stop . A cholo from the utility shed hangs out the passenger window and taunts Rita . Rita immediately stands and walks back down Magnolia . The mini - truck follows her in reverse . Rita halts and begins ranting at the cholo , waving her arms all around . Now she stomps away and the mini - truck drives away with a lurch .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Only problem is I hate to leave Jack with my mother for any extended period of time. I'm afraid she'll forget to feed him and he'll starve to death.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S RAMBLER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>INTERCUT Trevor 's distracted gaze .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>If you want, I'll take care of Jack.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I ca n't ask you to do that.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( straight at Ellen now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sure you can.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - AFTERNOON (NEXT DAY; FIFTH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's conference period . He stands atop a ladder in the front of the room , drilling holes in the wall for a jerry - rigged camera mount . As he climbs down , Rita enters . Paces back and forth , wringing a clenched spiral notebook , English Comp . essay tucked inside .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( continues working . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Are n't you supposed to be at P.E. fifth period?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( rants ; kicks a desk . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Sunland Boyz gettin' crazy, ol lady's. fucked up. Fuck dis being down shit. I wan na do somethin' wit' my life.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A POLAROID PHOTO drops out of her notebook . Trevor reaches down and scoops it up . INSERT - POLAROID PHOTO/DEAD GANG MEMBER IN CASKET Puppet . a young 16 - year - old cholo , dressed in gang colors , laid out in an open casket . ON TREVOR Now as he hands the photo back to Rita .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You know this guy?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita takes the photo back . She does n't want to talk about it .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( unravels now ; begins to cry . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Got ta make J - C next year. ` Got to! I ai n't never gon na get up outta here.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Rita, slow down.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>` Dat bitch Quinn, I'm ` onna sue her ass. ` Swear tuh God.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, okay. Calm down a second.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita collapses into a desk .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Who's Quinn? What's she teach?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>English Comp. She's failin' me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor tentatively picks up Rita 's essay -LRB- branded with a big red `` F '' -RRB- and begins reading it .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>` Bitch say I do n't talk right.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor scrutinizes her with a glance . Now back to Rita 's essay .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>She hates me. She's racist against me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor sets the essay down on Rita 's desk . Regards her with genuine candor .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Just cause you're a Latina does n't mean everyone's racist against you.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( prideful . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey, I'm a La Raza, prof - eh.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. just stop blaming everyone else. You're too smart for that.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Rita 's rocked back . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And every mistake in that essay is fixable, okay? So relax, it's not the end of the world.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita collects herself , wipes the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks with her sleeve . Trevor studies her for a moment .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( points to counter . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Tissues are in the first drawer.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita pulls herself together and walks over to the island counter .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( innocuously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How come you always wear so much makeup?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( wounded . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. To make me pretty.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( frankly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You do n't need it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She grabs a handful of tissues , dabs at her smeared mascara . Now her hair falls forward , exposing the back of her neck . and a tattoo that reads `` Puppet '' in a scrawling signature . She tosses her hair back and it disappears .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( slightest bit probative . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That your name?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He indicates the back of her neck .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( with fervor and frustration . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's a gang thing. But I'm kickin' dat shit. Jus' cuz I look down for my neighborhood do n't mean I'm stupit.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I know you're not.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She inserts her `` failed '' essay inside the rolled - up spiral notebook .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( offers . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The ideas in your essay are n't the problem, Rita. It's your punctuation and grammar.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>They need work. Am I lying?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Rita shrugs . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>If you want help I'm here for you. Okay?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( tentatively now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I dunno.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Have to be in the library after school.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( shaking her head . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Somebody could see us.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>All right then, I'll come to your house.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( spontaneous and decisive . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No. No way.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Where then? You name the place.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The passing BELL for 6th period RINGS . OFF Rita 's torn gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - ON VIDEO CAMERA - SHORT WHILE LATER (6TH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>fully mounted now on the wall above the blackboard . NEW ANGLE Every eye in the class is riveted on the camera . SETTLE ON Cesar and Stevie seated in the back of the bungalow . OFF their malignant stares .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( grumbling . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Dog, you invadin' my privacy. Bitch.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( remaining calm . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cesar, would you come up here please?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Leveling a hard look , Cesar swaggers up to the island counter . Rita watches , a bated gaze , from her seat . Trevor motions for him to come around behind the counter . Now Trevor removes his grandfather 's pocket watch from his briefcase and furtively dangles it for Cesar to see .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( calmly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Since you were so concerned, I though you might like to know. I found my watch.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar glares at the watch , looks up at the video camera .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>You broke into my locker. Dat's a serious felony, prof - eh. You caught a case for sure now.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Whadda yuh propose to do, Cesar? Tell Garcia?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Cesar weighs it . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whadda yuh gon na tell ` im? That I broke into your locker to steal back the watch you denied taking? I do n't think so. I'd say we're even now, would n't you, Cesar?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No, I'd say we're just getting started, ese.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar walks out . Trevor smiles innocuously . At a stalemate now . You can hear a pin drop . Suddenly the CRIES of an E.N.A.B.L. BABY break the palpable tension .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - 4 P.M.</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's Rambler is parked out front .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A stilted Rita , planted on the couch . Wearing less makeup than usual . Her notebook and pens are laid out on the coffee table along with an old English grammar textbook . Trevor stands in the kitchen doorway .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Want something to drink? We have Coke, Fanta or Sprite.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( self - consciously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Coke's awright.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's mollifying nod .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S KITCHEN - TREVOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A moment of self - examination as he pours a glass of Coke for Rita .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Rita offstage . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Want you to know, you're not the only one risking a reputation here. Normally I do n't tutor students at my house.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( adds ice cubes . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Rita, maybe you can clear something up. Can you explain to me what machismo is all about? Cuz this whole respect/code of honor thing baffles me.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S LIVING ROOM</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as Trevor approaches the couch , eyes focused on Rita 's soda .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( preoccupied . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ask yourself this question. Is pride really that important?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now he looks up and freezes . Quickly turns away . Rita , lying on the couch , completely naked . Not sexual in the least . More like a distorted offering . Or a patient , placidly waiting for her doctor .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( plainly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Put your clothes on, Rita.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>An awkward moment . Chagrin becomes repressed sobs as Rita picks up her pile of clothes off the floor and gets dressed . This is one fucked - up little girl .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( affected . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No harm done. Do n't cry now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Fully dressed again , remotely staring , Rita holds back tears . Trevor sits down on the couch next to her . Opens textbook .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why do n't you go ahead and copy the first rule there for the verb ` to be.' Can you do that for me?</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( hiccups a sob . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I jus' wan ` ed to thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You do n't have to thank me, I'm your teacher.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita opens her notebook and begins to copy the rule . She wipes at the tears with the sleeve of her baggy sweat shirt . Trevor resists the urge to comfort her .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>From now on I think the best thing for us to do is meet in the library.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - THAT EVENING (MAGIC HOUR)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor kneels at the foot of his bed . Fully dressed , shirt and loosened tie . Glimpses up at the crucifix on the wall . Bows his head again .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( prayerfully , to himself .</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>I 'll try .</parenthetical>
    <dialogue />
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BLYTHE STREET PROJECTS - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>BOOMING DOWN FROM the Blythe St. sign . A cement barricade covered in graffiti chokes off street traffic . Crack dealers and gangbangers freely wander the rows of clapboard tenements , kids throwing sneakers , bangers drinking from glass bottles . Now apartment 105 -LRB- Cesar Sanchez 's -RRB- . MOVING IN ON the MUTED sounds of an ARGUMENT -LRB- in Spanish -RRB- .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. APARTMENT 105 - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Dingy . Yellowing walls . Cesar and his mother continue their arguing as Cesar watches first the `` Animaniacs '' and switches channels to `` The Deer Hunter , '' while his BABY SISTER CRIES in her high chair . MRS. SANCHEZ is older looking than her thirty - four years . Clutching her purse .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <parenthetical>( on the verge of tears . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Deja mis cosas, Cesar. Me oyes? Ese dinero es para poner comida en el plato de tu hermanita.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. You stay out of my things, Cesar. You hear me? That money puts food on your baby sister's plate.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar yells at his SISTER to stop CRYING .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Callate el osico, Rosillo!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( now to his mother . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Que? Me estas mandando? Yo soy el hombre de esta casa! Enceneme respeto!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>shut up, Rosillo! You tellin' me what to do?! I'm the man in this house! you show me respect!</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <dialogue>Pues si eres tan hombre, ve busca trabajo. Para que mantengas a tu madre y hermanita y no tenga que robar de mi bolsa.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>If you're the man then go get a job. Take care of your mother and sister. Do n't rob from my purse.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>In a rage , Cesar digs into his pocket and throws twenty dollars in his mother 's face . She cowers .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Tenga, no nesecito su pinche, apestoso dinero!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Here, I do n't need your stinkin' money!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They 're interrupted by a KNOCK at the front door .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( indicating door . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I ai n't getting it. You get it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar plops down on an old worn out recliner and goes back to watching `` Animaniacs '' on the TELEVISION . ROSILLO STOPS her CRYING and Mrs. Sanchez carefully gathers the money scattered at her feet .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. APARTMENT 105 - FRONT DOOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Behind the screen door , a silhouette fills the doorway . MOVING IN ON CESAR . He can faintly hear the O.S. conversation as he watches TV .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Si, quien es?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, who's there?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Senora Sanchez? Soy el senor Garfield, Profesor de ciencia de Cesar.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Sanchez? I'm Mr. Garfield, Cesar's science teacher.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( surprised . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Si, maestro.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar 's stunned look lifts him from the recliner .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Se que es tarde. Ojala no este estorbando nada. Me permite hablar con usted por un momento? subtitles. -RRB- I know it's late. Hope I'm not disturbing anything. May I speak with you a moment?</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Entre, por favor.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. APARTMENT #105 - CESAR'S POV - TREVOR AND MRS. SANCHEZ</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PIVOTING now to see Trevor enter the front door . Cesar glares with flint - hard eyes at Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Hello, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Breaking his unrelenting stare , Cesar now squeezes past Trevor and out the screen door , slamming it behind him .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. APARTMENT #105 - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Mrs. Sanchez cradles Rosillo in her lap .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <parenthetical>( beside herself . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No se que hacer, maestro. El no hace caso.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I do n't know what to do, maestro. He does n't listen to me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ROSILLO begins to CRY again .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <dialogue>Perdona me Dios, pero hay veces que quisiera matarlo.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>God, but there are times I want to kill him.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Suppressing her emotions , she comforts her baby . Trevor weighs a vacuous stare . Now he notices a bruise under Mrs. Sanchez 's hairline , above her left eye .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( indicating bruise . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Como paso eso? Arriba del ojo?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( subtitles . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How'd that happen. above your eye?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Overcome with shame , she attempts to cover the bruise .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. SANCHEZ</character>
    <dialogue>Nada. es nada.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BLYTHE STREET PROJECTS - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Steadfast and unflinching , Trevor beats a path back to his car , parked outside the barricade . Cesar now appears from nowhere . Carries a '40 ouncer ' in a paper bag . He 's been drinking .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( venting rage . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Puto! You lied to Benny. You said you do n't speak no Spanish!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No I did n't.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>` At's bullshit!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Enjoy hitting your mother, Cesar? You must be proud of yourself.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A handful of gangbangers , drinking and loitering around Trevor 's car , sharpen their stares and listen intently . Cesar grows nervous .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( to gangbangers . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. He's lyin', man.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( at Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Fuckin' liar! Homeboy do n't never disrespec' his mother. Never. You hear me, joto?!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Whatever you say, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor steps around the gangbangers and climbs into his car .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I'll find out where you stay. Trucha, homes!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As the Rambler drives away Cesar heaves his 40 ouncer at it . Shatters all over the pavement .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Valla ala chingada!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar stands in the middle of the street , throwing hand signs .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. PARKING LOT/BUNGALOW #86 - NEXT MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor approaches , via the parking lot , through a gate in a chain - link fence . ADJUST the ANGLE now to discover first period students mobbing the open doorway of Bungalow # 86 .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pushing through . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Scuse me. What's going on?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( and . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Lakesia, who opened the door?</dialogue>
    <character>LAKESIA</character>
    <dialogue>It was like that when I got here.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor squeezes through the doorway to find Dave Childress pacing the bungalow , assessing the damage . VIDEO CAMERA -LRB- AND HOUSING -RRB- are scattered in pieces all over the floor . One of the windows is smashed - in . A serpentine trail of BLACK SPRAY PAINT encircles the entire room . Provocative epithets tag the walls . `` Pinche madre '' , `` Puto '' and `` Fuck you G ! ''</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Whoever did this is gon na pay! Better believe it, ese -LRB- s. -RRB-.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A curious stream of students fill the room now . Childress vents his anger at them .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( crazed now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Get the hell outta here!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Dave.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to Armenian kid . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Barsek, do n't touch anything, okay?</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Get out!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And now Snowball . as Barsek discovers him . Lifeless . Impaled by a pair of scissors on the front counter .</scene_description>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <parenthetical>( an incredulous , sickened laugh . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, damn. Lookit the rat.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Trevor 's stricken gaze . Childress snaps . He grabs Barsek by the throat . The crowd scatters , students tripping over each other to get out of the bungalow .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Think it's funny?! Huh?! Yuh little fuck!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor attempts to separate Childress from Barsek .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Dave! No! Let go of ` im!</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Barsek . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>D'you do this?!</dialogue>
    <character>BARSEK</character>
    <parenthetical>( choking . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Nooo.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor pries them apart . Barsek crumbles to the floor , gulping for air and scurrying out of the bungalow on his hands and knees .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>He did n't do anything. He's a good kid.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ATHLETIC FIELD - MORNING (NUTRITION PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ESTABLISHING the different student factions . MUSIC , playing over a PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM , fills the quad . Trevor , now an interloper , crossing the senior lawn , openly searching for Cesar . Tag - bangers , a clique of eight or nine K.O.S. wan na - be -LRB- s -RRB- . Feature PACO -LRB- 16 -RRB- as they take quick hits off a blunt . Now Cesar extinguishes the blunt with his fingertips and hides it as Trevor wanders into their midst .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( glances around ; sniffs . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Been smokin' the chronic, Cesar?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( a smirk . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm hooked on phonics. not ` hooked on chronic.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Laughs all around .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( not amused . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You would n't happen t ` know who vandalized bungalow eighty - six last night?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( feigning ignorance . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You guys know anything about that?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( off silence . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry, maestro. nada.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( sotto . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Garcia may not think there's enough here to prove anything. But you and I both know who's responsible. Do n't we?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Whadda you, a narc? Seriously, I do n't know what the fuck you're talkin' about.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor maintains his fervent demeanor . Now he notices the ring on Cesar 's right index finger . INSERT - CESAR 'S RING emblazoned with a green marijuana leaf .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pointing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The ring, Cesar. lem me have it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar dramatically jerks back his finger .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Watch it, eh. that's my trigger finger.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Cesar , with purpose , aims an invisible gun at Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's inappropriate attire.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Bang.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( momentous deliberation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Are you finished?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar starts to laugh . A crowd begins to gather .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>What? Finished with what? Do n't get crazy on me, dude.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The boisterous crowd escalates . hoots and hollers . After weighing the situation , Trevor exchanges palpable looks with Cesar . Now he reluctantly back - pedals , squeezing his way past the wall of bodies pressed in behind him . His departure across an empty lawn is accompanied by a hail of `` boos '' and taunts .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BURBANK AIRPORT - LANDING RUNWAY - TWILIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as an 737 ROARS down onto the tarmac . In the f.g. , Trevor and Ellen PEEL away from the curb angrily .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S RAMBLER (AIRPORT VICINITY) - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Traveling down Hollywood Way .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT./EXT. RAMBLER - TREVOR AND ELLEN - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in the front seat .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>These conferences mainly focus on software now.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( far off . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Software sells.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( flickers a smile . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So, how's Jack?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Jack's good.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As they pull up to a stop light .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( flirtatious . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And what about Trevor? Was Trevor a good boy, too?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Triggers an unintended response .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( self - consciously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What's that supposed to mean?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( innocently . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Nothing.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Is that supposed to mean something?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( baffled . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Trevor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The light changes to green . An impatient young man in the car behind them BEEPS his HORN . Lays it on a little too long . Trevor snaps .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Trevor gets out of the car , marching up to the car behind , slamming his hand down on its hood .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Ca n't you see I'm talking to the lady?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The young man shrinks , quickly rolling up his window .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RAMBLER - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as Trevor gets back in and they drive away . Not a word is spoken . Exorcising his demons now . He simmers .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry. Forgive me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Ellen 's disturbed gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as the Rambler pulls into the driveway . Ellen 's '92 Jeep Cherokee is parked on the street . Bug zapper above the garage flickers on .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT./EXT. TREVOR'S FRONT YARD THROUGH CAR WINDSHIELD  CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Light now spills into the front yard . No sign of Jack . Trevor SHUTS OFF the IGNITION . A portentous silence .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Come out, come out, wherever you are. Where is he?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor reaches for a flashlight in the glove compartment .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - RAMBLER - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor and Ellen step out of the car .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( tentatively . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Jack?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>MOVING THROUGH the chain - link fence , into the front yard . Ellen whistles faintly . Trevor turns on his flashlight .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Here, boy. here, Jack. Come to Mommy, sweetheart.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The glare of the flashlight fixes on the trunk of the olive tree . Jack 's chain stretching tautly toward the back alley .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Oh, my God.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor and Ellen , propelled now toward the alley , hearts pounding , frantically rushing toward the conclusion as the flashlight traces the length of the chain .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( right behind Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Jack?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The chain disappears over the top of the alley wall . Trevor kicks open the alley gate and freezes .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - OTHER SIDE OF ALLEY WALL - JACK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>centered in the flashlight beam , dangling there , strangled to death at the end of his dog collar .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - ELLEN AND TREVOR - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( gut - wrenching . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Jack!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor holds her back . She unleashes her torment , punching and kicking until fully spent , crumbling to her knees now , sobbing hysterically .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Jack.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>HOLD ON her fitful sobs , and .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - IN ALLEY - THAT NIGHT (APPROXIMATELY AN HOUR LATER)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor , a beaten hypnotic gaze , watches as an ANIMAL REGULATIONS OFFICER fatefully slams the cargo door of his truck .</scene_description>
    <character>ANIMAL REGULATIONS OFFICER</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't beat yourself up too much. It was an accident. He was probably after a cat. or someone walked past back here in the alley. Whatever it was, he jumped over the fence. What can you do?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen watches Trevor 's house ; behind a screen door .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen sits on Trevor 's bed , fighting back tears . Trevor enters with a glass of water and a pill . Sits down on the edge of the bed .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( offering pill . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's aspirin.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( refuses it . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I ca n't talk to you right now, Trevor. Please. I'm so upset I ca n't even drive. I just need some time alone.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor acquiesces . Steps over to his desk and sets the glass of water down . A key protrudes from one of the desk drawers . He leans over , removes the key and plays with it for a moment .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I know about what's not fair. I left part of my lung in a damn hospital because some gangbanger did n't like the grade I gave him. Sometimes you do all the right things. You work hard in school. get a good job. pay your taxes. Things still go bad.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( eyes flicker . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm so sorry, Ellen.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen shuts her heavy eyelids now . Shuts out the world .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ALLEY BEHIND TREVOR'S HOUSE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A thorough investigation now at the foot of Jack 's wall . Trevor 's flashlight fixes on a faint set of shoe prints in the dirt . Waffle - soled Doc Martens . He follows their trail , down the alley . Hesitating at the wall again . He now focuses his flashlight beam on a smattering of graffiti . and discovers a fresh tag . In black spray paint , the letters K.O.S. Trevor reaches out and touches a coagulated trickle of paint . As he inspects the faint residue on his fingertip .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS - LATER THAT NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>About 2 a.m. . The street 's empty . Cesar 's darkened apartment is tucked away in the distance . Now a lone figure emerges and beats a path through the projects . CLOSER now . it 's Cesar . White T - shirt , sagging gray dickies . FOLLOWING HIM now . as he crosses the edge of a dirt lot . FOCUSING ON his Doc Marten boots and their waffle - soled print .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Merging with Cesar as he slinks down the dark alley corridor . Lighting a blunt off his Zippo lighter . FURTHER DOWN Cesar spray paints a wall with a can of black enamel paint . He takes another hit . Chokes down a shit - eating grin . And admires his work . a goofy dog smoking a blunt . below the dog he scrawls the word , `` CARTOON . '' Above it , `` K.O.S. '' As he slips the spray can into his front pocket , he senses a presence .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>` At you, Stevie?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Profound silence . Grin dissolves . Riveted , Cesar takes another slow hit off his blunt . Suddenly a coyote darts past him .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( startled . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Hells, man. Stupit dog.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>His sick smirk returns . But only momentarily . Now a premonitory flicker registers on his face . He blinks as a Masai arrow splits the darkness and pierces his left pectoral muscle . Exhaling a stunned breath , Cesar looks down at the arrow . An incredulous , stupefied laugh escapes him as he pulls the arrow out of his chest and studies it . The normal length of the arrow 's been shortened by half and the tip has been fitted with a modified hypodermic needle . -LRB- The needle extends from a rubber stopper which has retracted into the hypodermic casing , causing the solution in the hypo to jettison through the needle and into Cesar -RRB- .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Mutha fuck.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now back - pedaling , stumbling , dropping the arrow , he turns and runs off .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cesar collapses onto a pile of garbage bags . MOVING IN . His eyes fixed and dilated . Forehead beaded with perspiration . Fighting against the effects of the injection . Now blackness .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - NIGHT (3 AM)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen awakens with a start . She glances about , momentarily disoriented . Now she remembers where she is and what happened .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Trevor?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response . Choking back emotions .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>TV SET ON . Ellen enters , glances around . No Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Trevor?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Ellen returns . She notices the glass of water on the desk . Bravely collects herself . Crosses over to the desk and sits down .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Where'd you put the aspirin?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Like an involuntary reflex she tugs on the center drawer of the desk , but it 's locked . Now she pulls on one of the side drawers and it slides open . Ellen stops at what she sees . a treasure - trove of homemade shivs , Bic lighters , Walkmen , pagers . and Benny Chacon 's black rosary beads . BACK TO Ellen and her curious , sobered look . Now she slowly shuts the drawer .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S FOYER - A SHORT WHILE LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Fumbling in her purse for her keys , Ellen makes a hasty departure .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS - PREDAWN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Almost six AM . Encroaching sunlight creeps toward the horizon . A vapid stillness . Not a soul stirs .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS - TIGHT ON CESAR'S FACE  CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as he comes to . Eyes feverish , registering pain . His head throbs . He begins to move and discovers a pounding in his right hand . Lifting his hand up in front of his face . Cesar 's ring index finger has been severed clean off . Blood is everywhere . Cesar emotes a silent panic - stricken scream . Reduced to a snot - sobbing wreck , he frantically searches the ground on his hands and knees .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>My finger. Please, somebody help me! Where's my finger?!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PUSHING IN ON the Emergency Room Sign . MOVING PAST the unrelenting urgency that permeates the ER . DISCOVER Cesar now in a wheelchair , right hand completely wrapped in gauze . He pleads with two police DETECTIVES .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I put it on my mother, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>DETECTIVE #1</character>
    <parenthetical>( leaning forward ; good cop . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. So your science teacher shot you with an arrow full of drugs then chopped off your finger. Come on, you can do better than that, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>It had to be him!</dialogue>
    <character>DETECTIVE #2</character>
    <parenthetical>( bad cop . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He smoke the ` mota' for yuh, too, eh ese?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Pinche madre. he hates my guts, man!</dialogue>
    <character>DETECTIVE #2</character>
    <dialogue>You covering for somebody, homes? Cuz, this circumstantial bullshit wo n't hold up in court, I'll tell you that right now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Detective # 1 refers to a rap sheet .</scene_description>
    <character>DETECTIVE #1</character>
    <parenthetical>( sadly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Caught too many priors, Cesar. Juvenile GTA, vandalism.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I know he did it! Do n't you hear what I'm saying?</dialogue>
    <character>DETECTIVE #1</character>
    <dialogue>You saw his face?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( lying . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yeah, yeah. I seen him.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Detective # 2 shakes his head and grimaces .</scene_description>
    <character>DETECTIVE #2</character>
    <dialogue>Lem me save yuh from perjuring yourself, asshole. You're full of shit.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I swear it! For reals!</dialogue>
    <character>DETECTIVE #2</character>
    <parenthetical>( turns to leave . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>C'mon, this guy's wasting our time.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( points to Cesar . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Come up with something better than that, or the truth, then maybe we'll talk.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Detective # 2 walks away . Detective # 1 follows . Cesar hangs his head , mumbling a disparaging flood of Spanish expletives .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. E.R. RECEIVING DESK - ANONYMOUS POV - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>THROUGH passing patients and personnel . APPROACHING the receiving desk . As the blurred shoulder of an orderly CROSSES OUT to reveal a legal - sized white envelope now on the counter top . A busy E.R. nurse notices the envelope . Glances around . Picks up the envelope and reads the name typed across the face of it . CESAR SANCHEZ . narrowing her gaze as she opens the envelope . In the envelope , Cesar 's severed finger , nesting in a clump of newspaper . Appears to be something tattooed across the side of it but we ca n't quite make it out . The Nurse gasps and drops the envelope , spilling the finger onto the counter top . CLOSE now ON the finger and the fresh `` tatt '' scrawled across its side : R - U - DUN ? SOUND FADES now from the scene , replaced by a TECHNO HIP - HOP TRACK that CONTINUES THROUGH the CUT .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUNGALOW #86 - AFTERNOON (6TH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Rain lashes the faculty parking lot .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUNGALOW #86 - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>HIP - HOP TRACK FADES now replaced by the buzz of cross - talk . Trevor strolls the aisles , an open science book in hand . -LRB- NOTE : Rita is dressed in overalls , very subdued compared to her usual attire . -RRB- Cesar 's back . and seated in his regular seat , across from Stevie Littleton . Uncharacteristically , his eyes are fixed on the book in front of him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( addressing class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Name one of four parts that make up the human hand?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor holds up his hand for display .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Hands, please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A reluctant cross section of hands go up . 6th period is by no means a synchronized whole but there has developed an odd sort of order to its madness . Trevor looks around . Picks on an Anglo girl in the second row .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Christian.</dialogue>
    <character>CHRISTIAN</character>
    <dialogue>The metacarpals.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>The Metacarpals. That's one.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to class . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Name some more?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now he picks on Rita .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Rita.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>The wrist. and thumb.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A flurry of thumbs go up as if on cue .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Good.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( holding up all his fingers now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. And do n't forget the phalanges.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Fingers shoot up and wiggle on cue .</scene_description>
    <character>CLASS</character>
    <parenthetical>( in unison . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Phalanges, phalanges, phalanges.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Scattered laughter and groans at this embarrassing routine . Cesar 's beaten gaze remains riveted to his book . Now he slides a look at the `` R - U - DUN '' tatt on his right index finger . The severed finger has been sewn back on , supported by a finger brace . Stevie openly stares at the back of Trevor 's head as Trevor passes by in the aisle .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - "A" BUILDING/COMPUTER LAB  AFTER SCHOOL</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>RAIN steadily plays AGAINST the WINDOWS . Ellen sits behind her computer , lost in a grading program . Trevor now enters . Damp hair and shoulders .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>May I come in?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen stops what she 's working on .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( reticently . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hi.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( concerned . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Where'd you go the other night?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I was going to ask you the same thing.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I went for a run.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( changes subject . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Wan na get some Chinese later? There's a new place in the Valley Center. ` Spose to be pretty good.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( an excuse . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Ca n't tonight. Maybe another time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Weighs it , and .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( stands there for a moment . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I should probably correct papers anyway. Some of these bungalow kids actually care about a grade. Even Cesar's doing better. Today, for the first time since I took over for Eskander, he actually did his work.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Today Cesar Sanchez was a success. Maybe for the first time in his life.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( blinks now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You alright?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Much better, thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A tacit satisfaction that all is well .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I really am sorry about Jack.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He exits now leaving Ellen alone with her thoughts .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS SCHOOL LIBRARY - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Before school tutoring session . The minute hand on the wall clock jerks ahead one minute . 7:23 AM . Trevor and Rita at a table near the back of the library . Trevor gazes blankly at Rita 's essay . Rita revises one of the pages . INTERCUT Dave Childress at the front counter as the librarian -LRB- late fifties -RRB- photocopies a page from a history book for him . Childress scrutinizes Trevor and Rita as he waits . Satisfied now , Rita slides the page to Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Finished.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor blinks himself back to reality .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Let's hava look.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He adjusts his glasses . Pores over the paper .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Good.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( deliberating . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I was just thinking, since your essay's about gangs and getting away from their influence, you probably could've left some of those double negatives you like so well.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( confused . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So now you wan' me to use bad grammar.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( explaining . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Only if it suits your topic.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>I know. We're all products of our environment'n' shit.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>No, I think that's just an excuse.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I say if we're strong, we can rise above adversity.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( lets it sink in . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>But it's like rap or hip - hop. Correct all the grammar and it loses its impact.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>So you like hip - hop, Mr. G?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( shakes his head . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I hate it.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What kinda black man are you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor bursts forth a laugh . Childress perks up at the front counter . Trevor 's laugh evokes a smile from Rita . Now she pries a little further .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Why you here anyways? Do n't you got nothin' better t ` do?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Everything I wan na do is right here.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( back on track now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's a good essay, Rita. You put a lot of effort into it, it shows.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( a laconic grin . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Comes from the heart, maestro. I'm a writer. not a fighter.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor returns a cognitive flicker .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( hinting now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Ms. Quinn was telling me she picks two seniors each year to read their essays at graduation.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( taken aback . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>She ai n't gon na pick my paper. Anyway, I do n't wan na get up in fronna all those people and make a fool outta myself.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why not? It'd be a Pyrrhic victory.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>What's dat?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>In your case, irony. Refers to King Pyrrhus. Never mind. Look it up sometime.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Rita 's reluctance .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LOS ANGELES RIVER/SEPULVEDA DAM BASIN - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A churning fist of muddy water cuts a path along the perimeter of a golf course and jogging trail . TRACING jogging trail , KEEPING PACE now with a die - hard runner . Something registers in the runner 's eyes , pace slowing , now stopping . Not fully comprehending what he is looking at . FOLLOWING HIS GAZE . THROUGH a curtain of rain and tall swamp grass . along the riverbank . TO the base of the Burbank Boulevard Overpass . SLOWING ANGLE to discover precariously jutting out of the rushing waters , in a tangle of chicken wire fence , a partially decomposed torso .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS COMPUTER LAB - AFTER LUNCH (5TH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen walks down an aisle of computers as the class settles .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Before getting side - tracked with viruses and T - S - R programs, we were talking yesterday about E - Mail.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>INTERCUT Stevie . Ellen passes Stevie 's computer as he shares cryptic information with a kid sitting next to him . Ellen approaches her computer console on wheels at the front of the class .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>If you click - on the mail icon in your tray, you'll be ready to send and receive mail. My computer's already set - up. Everyone go ahead and click the white envelope in the lower.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen 's interrupted by her own computer . A little white envelope icon in the lower left hand tray flashes and BEEPS . Now a COMPUTER VOICE announces : `` You 've got mail . '' Ellen 's taken aback . Class titters . Now she grins .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Looks like someone's way ahead of me. Alright.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( adapts and demonstrates . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>To retrieve your mail simply double click the top item in your mail list.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as she does . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Since we're all a part of the same network, we share mail. so go ahead and do that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The message read : TEACHER FUCKS NIGGERS Class is dumbstruck . Ellen 's riveted . Now she turns . Without losing her temper , she scours the class with a narrow gaze . Class starts to buzz . Now a clicking frenzy to retrieve the same message . The anonymous message pops up on computer screens all around the classroom . Ellen 's POV of students -LRB- and Stevie -RRB- . Deciphering reactions . LINGERING ON Stevie 's poker face . Her own poker face now .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Whoever sent that message is n't as anonymous as they think.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen turns to her console , clicks the REPLY button . A new mail message window opens up . It 's addressed to the anonymous sender , STUDENT # 00 . Ellen types in : GO TO THE OFFICE . All the while anticipation builds on Stevie 's face . He glances around , starting to get nervous . Ellen now clicks the SEND button . Stevie 's COMPUTER BEEPS . COMPUTER VOICE : `` You 've got mail . '' . A window opens in the middle of Stevie 's monitor revealing Ellen 's return message . Class erupts and Stevie springs out of his seat .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>` Dat's bullshit, man!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He rushes up to the front of the class .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>You best step off, Ms. H. Cuz you ca n't prove nuthin'. And I know you ca n't afford to lose ` dis minimum wage job' a yers.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( beat and . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're right, Stevie. I ca n't afford to live in a big house south of the boulevard. Like you do.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Class erupts again , coming down on Stevie and his wan na - be poor boy from the streets image . They 're laughing at him now , not with him . In a rage , Stevie kicks open the hallway door and exits the classroom .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS MAIN OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen hastily enters , looking for Stevie . Addresses IRIS -LRB- a thirty - something Hispanic woman -RRB- behind the counter .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Iris, did Steven Littleton come in here?</dialogue>
    <character>IRIS</character>
    <dialogue>Have n't seen ` im.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Teacher # 1 , the insipid woman , checks her mail slot . It 's her conference period .</scene_description>
    <character>TEACHER #1</character>
    <parenthetical>( appalled . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're not supposed to leave your classroom unattended.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( reacting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sue me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Teacher # 1 exits in a flurry . Ellen now glances to her right . Seated there in rigid silence is BENNY CHACON 'S MOTHER -LRB- 51 -RRB- .</scene_description>
    <character>IRIS</character>
    <parenthetical>( offers ; sotto . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Benny Chacon's mother. Told ` er Garcia had to leave early today but she jus' sits there. She been saying some pretty crazy things.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Mrs. Chacon begins speaking Spanish in plaintive spurts . Ellen ca n't decipher what she is saying .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Mrs. Chacon . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Espanol, muy poquito, senora.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Chacon. you have to slow down.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( back to Iris . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What's she saying?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hesitating . Now with apprehension .</scene_description>
    <character>IRIS</character>
    <dialogue>You heard ` bout that body they foun' in the L.A. River. She says she thinks it's Benny.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>OFF Ellen 's unblinking gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LOS ANGELES COUNTY CORONER'S OFFICE (DOWNTOWN)  EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A concrete fortress . Ellen and Mrs. Chacon approach .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ASSISTANT CORONER'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen and Mrs. Chacon sit stiffly in front of the ASSISTANT CORONER -LRB- mid - forties -RRB- . Desk cluttered . Half - eaten sandwich in front of him . He nurses a Styrofoam cup of coffee as he flips through a John Doe folder .</scene_description>
    <character>ASST. CORONER</character>
    <dialogue>You say he's been missing approximately four weeks?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Four, almost five weeks.</dialogue>
    <character>ASST. CORONER</character>
    <dialogue>That's a long time. Lots a things happen to a body after four or five weeks. Makes it difficult to I.D.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A faint , incongruous smile .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( indicating John Doe . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So he just sits here?</dialogue>
    <character>ASST. CORONER</character>
    <dialogue>We keep ` um up to thirty days. Lady, we get 80, sometimes 90 Does a month. Floaters, gangbangers, illegals, junkies. Most of ` um cheap homicides. Nobody's even lookin' for'em.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( indicating folder . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This guy here, has a dent in his head. Could be post - mortem trauma. Probably hit a retaining wall on his way down river after that rain we had. Who knows.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yuh ask me, this kid was dead before he got his head caved in. Overdose by morphine. That's what it looks like t ` me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen weighs it . Assistant Coroner now refers to some sort of questionnaire .</scene_description>
    <character>ASST. CORONER</character>
    <dialogue>On the phone you said the mother mentioned some identifying marks.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen refocuses a far - off , introspective gaze .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( affirmative . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>She said he has some pockmarks on his chest ; from a bad case of chicken pox. And there's a bar - code tattoo on his neck.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A cognitive flicker now as the Assistant Coroner sets down his coffee .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The acrid fecal smell causes Ellen to flinch . Averting her eyes , she holds onto Mrs. Chacon 's arm as they stand next to the autopsy table . A plastic diaphanous sheet covers the body . Now the Assistant Coroner raises the sheet . Mrs. Chacon 's traumatic gaze confirms her worst fears . She raises a hand to her mouth . Now the tears come .</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. CHACON</character>
    <dialogue>Benito.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As she comforts Mrs. Chacon .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Assistant Coroner ; sotto . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did you find any rosary beads with the body?</dialogue>
    <character>ASSISTANT CORONER</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The digital clock next to Trevor 's bed reads : 2:14 a.m. Trevor sleeps . HOLD for a portentous moment . Now the stillness is broken by a CLATTER at the front door . Someone enters the house . Trevor awakens . Jolts out of bed . Disoriented a beat .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HALLWAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>In boxer shorts and a T - shirt , adjusting his glasses , Trevor ventures through darkness .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Who's there?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A light flickers on in the living room .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You should keep your door locked.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ADJUSTING the ANGLE now as the living room comes INTO VIEW . Ellen paces back and forth , consumed by what 's troubling her .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( still half asleep . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What's the matter?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen ignores his question .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( impaling him with a look . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I just want you to tell me one thing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Now something she sees stops her pacing . The black rosary beads on the dinner table .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( off Ellen 's puzzled look . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Following her gaze , he picks up the rosary beads . As he places them in a drawer in the credenza .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>What is it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen 's confused . Lost in a fixated gaze .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>If you had any idea what I've been thinking lately. you'd think I was crazy.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( running it through her mind . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Remember that John Doe they found in the L.A. River. Turned out it was Benny.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( impacted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Who told you that?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Benny's mother identified the body.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor just looks at her , a bated pause . Now he blinks .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Benny was no saint, Ellen. This is a kid who terrorized half the school. He even broke into your house. Maybe we should think about that ` fore we shed any tears.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen just looks at him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe he's better off.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>That's a horrible thing to say.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor accepts that it is .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Do you believe for every troubled kid like Benny there's one or two others just waiting to take his place? Like Cesar. or his friend Stevie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>An awkward moment of silence .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>You do n't know anything about Cesar's finger, do you, Trevor?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Sometimes a person just runs out of bad choices. Then he's got ta pay a price. What happened to Cesar was inevitable.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen flickers a terrified smile .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>You're scaring me.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>We make choices in life and we live by'em. You and I chose to be teachers, to stand on principle. Benny and Cesar, they're takers. They want what they want, and they want it now.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Trevor.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( unravelling . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry but everyone ca n't always get what they want. Sometimes you got ta take responsibility for your actions. Have you ever been ready to die for a fundamental principle? They have n't. You think those punks would die protecting your Civil Rights?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Trevor, do n't.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Did you know Cesar hits his mother? Steals money from her purse? Did you know that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen blanches .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Did you know he was here that night? In the alley?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( confused . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What are you talking about?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cesar. Jack was provoked. It was n't an accident, Ellen. Cesar killed him.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen just stares at him . Traumatized .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( momentous deliberation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Where'd you get the rosary beads?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( pause and . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I like you, Ellen. I like you so much. Do you believe that?</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( riveted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor ca n't find words .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>I do n't know you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With that , Ellen turns and walks out of the house as quickly as she came .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( plaintively . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. You do know me. I'm a teacher, just like you.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. STUDENT QUAD/QUEBRADITA - AFTER SCHOOL (CINCO DE MAYO)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ESTABLISH hoardes of cowboy hats , belt sashes and boots as they dance to the loud Mexican band music on the patio . Non - Hispanics , along with non - Quebradita cliques , look on from the lawn area . DAVE CHILDRESS hanging back , on the fringes , scoping out the crowd . Notices a pack of cigarettes in the chest pocket of a 15 - year - old kid standing next to him . Kid 's wrapped up in talking to another kid , points to something O.S.</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( to the kid with cigarettes . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Do n't you know it's not polite to point at people. Everytime you point a finger at someone else.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( demonstrates . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. There's three fingers pointing back at you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( lesson over . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Lem me have a cigarette.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - MEN'S BATHROOM - AFTER SCHOOL</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cinco de Mayo . The sounds of a QUEBRADITA waft in from outside in the quad . At the same time , Steve follows him into the rest room . They 're all alone .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Eh, Mr. G?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Bracing himself with a fixed , straight - ahead look .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( boldly . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm talkin' ta you, Garfield.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Know what you did to Cesar.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( wild notion . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I'm thinkin' maybe you did Benny, too.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( incredulously . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That possible? You crush my friend's skull? Fuck ` im up wit' a two - by - four, maybe a baseball bat?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response . As Trevor starts to leave , Stevie blocks his path . Trevor steps to one side to go around . but Stevie blocks his path again .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( trying to maintain . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Please, step out of the way.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>You kill my friend? Huh?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's head begins to swim . His life 's falling apart . Like a trapped animal , he back - pedals a step to escape . but then suddenly snaps . He explodes into Stevie , crushing him against the bath - room wall . Trevor impales Stevie with a look that says it all . Stevie immediately shrinks . Trevor now blinks . Cooling himself down . Slowing his breathing . Stevie slips out from under his hold and bolts for the exit .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. STUDENT QUAD/QUEBRADITA - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cesar and his tag - bangers . Cesar holds court , drowned out by the MUSIC . Now Stevie arrives . Out of breath . Urgent to tell his story . Rita . Makeup subdued , wearing a cotton button - down blouse . She watches the Quebradita from behind a tree . A desire to be part of it , she moves a little closer . as Cesar notices her . His head races from Stevie 's news . Eyes penetrating . Now galvanized . On a rampage , he shoves his way through the crowd . Victor Sifuentes . on the opposite side of the patio , snapping a look , spotting Cesar moving in for the kill . With a start , Victor barks something into his walkie - talkie and squeezes his way into the Quebradita crowd . Cesar shoves Rita to the ground .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>School girl bitch!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita gets to her feet immediately .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( shaken . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You got ta problem?!</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Yer fuckin' maestro, ` at's my problem!</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>I do n't know what yer talkin' ` bout!</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Garfield killed Benny!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita looks at him like he 's insane . Cesar 's entourage gathers around them .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Yer crazy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She turns her back and starts to leave . Cesar grabs her again .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't turn yer back on me when I'm talkin' t ` you, bitch. You think yer better than everybody else. Well you ai n't! You ai n't nuthin' but a whore!</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck you, asshole!</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>What? You forget about the time in the bungalows? We all had our turn wit you, man!</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Shut up!</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( gets in her face . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What the fuck you been fuckin' a nigger for? Huh? You think he's gon na protec' you? Stop me from doin' whatever I want wit' you? Stop any of us from doin' what we want wit' you?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita just stands there , destroyed and sobbing now .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck you, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No, fuck you!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He grabs her blouse and rips it wide open . His eyes glisten with fervor now as he punches Rita -LRB- with his good hand -RRB- square in the face . She crumbles to the ground as Victor bursts through the crowd and restrains Cesar . As Rita gets to her feet and flees into the Quebradita crowd .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Garfield better watch his back!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS AUDITORIUM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Standing room only . An impassioned crowd .</scene_description>
    <character>ANGLO WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>I wan na know if this boy was killed and whether it was gang - related.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The audience erupts in unanimous support .</scene_description>
    <character>ANGLO WOMAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( playing to crowd now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>As a mother and a taxpayer, I have a right to know. And if it was gang - related then I want tighter security.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At this point she 's drowned out by the crowd . On stage the discipline committee , including Trevor , Childress , Hyland and Quinn sit at the dais . Garcia stands at the podium , waiting for silence . MRS. FORD , the assistant principal , a full - figured black woman in her mid - fifties , stands alongside him , gesturing for the crowd to settle down .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>The death.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( too noisy . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The death of Benito Chacon is not gang - related. That's something you heard on the news. It's wrong. It's misinformation.</dialogue>
    <character>HISPANIC MAN</character>
    <parenthetical>( shouting out . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Who says? How can you be so sure? You're talking about my kid's safety.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. FORD</character>
    <dialogue>Please, everyone just calm down.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Audience settles .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Mrs. Ford.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. The police at this point are n't even sure if it's a case of murder. The reason we're having this meeting tonight is to quash all the rumors floating around out there. Okay. Here's what we do know. Benny Chacon ultimately died from a drug overdose, technically it was morphine.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( volume rising again . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Which is what heroin breaks down into.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Dat's bullshit! Benny was no junkie! I know who did it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Heads turn . Ellen quietly enters now and stands just inside one of the doors at the back of the hall . Up at the dais , Trevor notices her .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's not the gangbangers y' got ta worry about. It's the teachers!</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>That's exactly the type of rumor we do n't need, Mr. Littleton.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie deliberately stands and points at Trevor with vitriol in his eyes .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>It was Garfield.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The audience grows silent .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( losing his patience . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Say one more word and you're suspended.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. FORD</character>
    <dialogue>Sit down, Stevie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor does n't even flinch . Childress scrutinizes him with a glance .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <parenthetical>( ranting . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're a fuckin' murderer, Garfield!</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( calling for assistance . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Victor?</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe I ca n't prove it but I know he did it. He fucked up Cesar and he killed Benny.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to crowd . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ask ` im!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Victor and another plainclothes cop attempt to remove Stevie .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Touch me and I'll sue yer ass!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Victor backs off ; now to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yer dead, G! Yer a dead man!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With that Stevie shoves Victor aside and bolts for the door . Garcia attempts to regain his composure . Trevor glances back to the spot where Ellen was standing . but now she 's gone .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FACULTY PARKING LOT - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Meeting 's broken up . Dave Childress , cigarette dangling from his mouth , jogs a step to catch up with Trevor .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Garfield, wait up.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor maintains a steady pace , one hopeful eye scouring the parking lot for Ellen .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't let that Littleton punk get to you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor ignores him .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Lil' bastard's a tweaker. He's a speed freak. You did n't know that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At Trevor 's car now . Hesitating . Turning to Childress .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( testing his patience . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What is it, Dave? How can I help you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Unintentionally in Trevor 's face .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>How ` bout a ride?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( taking a step back . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. The wife would n't let me drive my own car. Ai n't that a bitch?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress is pitiful . Wears a grease - stained tie with his wrinkled Hawaiian shirt and a Windbreaker .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( with resignation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. You smell like beer.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>I only had two. That's all. Swear ta Christ.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raising his palms . Surrendering . Trevor studies him with a sad grimace .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>I live right up here off Chandler. I'll buy you a drink.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CHILDRESS'S GARAGE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Dave 's Sanctuary . At the end of a gravel driveway , behind a darkened house . Garage door open . Childress chain smokes and drinks beer as he leans against the dented fender of his '66 Lincoln Continental . Trevor nurses a Diet Coke .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>I had the same situation ` round the time of that ` Night Stalker' thing. Remember that? Whole city was scared shitless. My wife was convinced the frickin' mailman was the ` Stalker' for about a week there.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( a tubercular chuckle . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Some mental giant in my 4th period starts this rumor, see. Childress is the ` Night Stalker.' Right?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( chug - a - lugs . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Idiots. Even after they caught that Ramirez jerk, I'd still hear those fucks'. They got the wrong guy. Childress is the Stalker, ese.'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He finishes beer . Crumples it . Trevor studies him , without expression . Now he notices something stapled to the tar paper wall . Trevor 's POV of the `` Certificate of Excellence in Teaching , '' yellowed and dogeared , hanging obliquely by one staple . as Childress opens another beer .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( excusing himself . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I better get goin'. Thanks for the soda.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Wait, wait. Hold your horses. Just hold on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Finding a key in a drawer .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( a twisted grin . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Ca n't leave without meetin' the kids.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress unlocks a particle board cabinet against the garage wall . A watery glint in his bloodshot eyes . Cabinet door swings wide now , revealing a mini arsenal of handguns .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Ta - dah. Huh?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's eyes remain expressionless . Childress rhapsodizes as he removes and handles some of the guns .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>This one's from Czechoslovakia. It's a C - Z.22 automatic. Ten round clip. Glow - in - the - dark sights.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( eyeing the sights . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ai n't that a beauty?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( next . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Then we got ta custom Smitty, 9 ` milli.' With extended grip. These Smith &amp; Wessons kick like a mutha.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( and next . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now this one's special. A Glock 21. Lightest gun in the world. The barrel and firing pin are metal. See. Everything else on it's plastic.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( handing it to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Here, feel that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor takes it , reluctantly weighs it in the palm of his hand . Sets it down . Now Childress removes a gun from a holster in the small of his back , under his Windbreaker .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>` Course you can never be too prepared. My pukey lil' Davis.380.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( a severe squint . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You wear that thing at school?</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( a smirk . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Do n't worry. They never use metal detectors on teachers.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I also keep a.357 inside my desk.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( a wry grin . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. But you already know that. Did n't think I was payin' attention, did ` ja? Shoulda seen the look on your face.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Pretending now . Aiming the .380 at an imaginary student .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Now, Jose, if I've told you once I've told you a hundred times, stay in your cotton pickin' seat.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( aiming gun . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Boom!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress laughs and chokes on his cigarette . Now he gazes at the .380 in his hand . Lost in a stupid , recalcitrant grin .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Have n't you ever just wanted to blow one of these little bastards away?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress glances up into Trevor 's unflinching gaze . Smiles to himself now . Thinks he 's funny .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( digressing . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Speaking of blowing, you ever wan na fuck a high school girl, Garfield?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( off no response . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` Caught yer girl, Rita, bustin' a train out in the ` utility' shed couple months back. Swear to God. She had at least five or six cholos lined up back there.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( as Trevor 's eyes narrow . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Face it, brother, she's a slut. C'mon, I know you had ` er.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( bragging now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I even did her.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You're drunk.</dialogue>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>I know you been laughin' at me behind my back. I'm talkin' about screwin' high school broads and you're givin' off this self - righteous attitude like your shit do n't stink.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress rolls back on his heels .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <dialogue>Tell me the truth now, Garfield. Did yuh do it? C'mon, I wo n't tell. Did yuh whack Benny? Whadda ` bout Cesar? That was generous, only taking his finger. I woulda cut off his balls.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Go to hell, Dave.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All traces of a smile fade from Dave 's face . Trevor just stands there . Does n't say a damn word . Childress makes his own momentous conclusion .</scene_description>
    <character>CHILDRESS</character>
    <parenthetical>( almost exulted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You really did it. You son of a bitch.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Awkward glint of admiration in Childress 's eye . Leans forward , hangs a hand on Trevor 's shoulder .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( disgusted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You probably think you and me are alike.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor turns and exits the garage . PULLING BACK FROM Childress 's dull anesthetized gaze . Deep down inside Childress knows he 's a pathetic piece of shit .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S DRIVEWAY - AROUND MIDNIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor pulls into his driveway , right up to the garage door . He SHUTS OFF the IGNITION and narrows a gaze out the front windshield .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S CAR - GARAGE DOOR - TREVOR'S POV  CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Caught in his headlights , tagged all over . Spray painted threats like , `` YOU 'RE DEAD , '' `` 187 - UM , '' `` TEACHER - K '' -LRB- crossed out -RRB- and a CARTOON VERSION OF TREVOR WITH `` X 'S '' WHERE HIS EYES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (SHORT WHILE LATER)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Dimly lit . Trevor stands in front of the television set , staring at a late - night repeat of `` Talk Soup . '' INSERT - TALK SOUP A clip from `` Sally Jessy Rafael '' or `` Jerry Springer . '' One of those Sturm und Drang moments . Everyone points the finger at everyone else . No one willing to take responsibility for themselves . Only partially watching the television . His eyes are fixed on a point somewhere in his own mind , lost to the world .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS SCHOOL LIBRARY - EARLY MORNING (BEFORE SCHOOL)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Into a parabolic mirror above the library doors . an empty corridor stretches forever . Trevor , now unshaven , looking like he has n't slept , sits amidst total silence in his regular spot . No sign of Rita . He checks his wristwatch . WALL CLOCK reads . 7:10 AM . TREVOR peering toward the library doors . Nothing . Now above the doors . TREVOR 'S POV BACK AND FORTH between the mirror and Trevor . His eyes glazed and unblinking . FURTHER INTO the parabolic mirror now . Breathing becoming more and more labored . In a flicker , we 're transported back to Roosevelt Whitney . Dennis Broadway 's image SLOWLY COMING TOWARD us down the long corridor . BACK TO SCENE Trevor catches his breath and blinks . Back to reality . The mirror is empty . He removes his Proventil inhaler from his shirt pocket . Suppressing gasps , he takes two hits . Two girls at the magazine racks whisper to each other , eyes firmly fixed on Trevor . Suddenly there 's a presence at Trevor 's side .</scene_description>
    <character>LIBRARIAN</character>
    <dialogue>I do n't think she's coming.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RITA'S TRAILER (SUN VALLEY) - SAME MORNING (7:30 AM)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Strictly low rent district . The small dirt yard in front is contained within a cinder block wall . Rita , back to her chola look , heavy makeup , black -LRB- right -RRB- eye where Cesar punched her , watches her two younger brothers as they fight over a toy truck . Her three - year - old baby sister , Maricella -LRB- too big to be carried -RRB- straddles her hip as Rita yells at the boys .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>Be nice to your brother, Antonio. Do n't make me go get Mommie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor 's car pulls up . Rita 's taken aback .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( setting Maricella down . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Go play wit' your brothers.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita attempts to thwart him at the sidewalk .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( almost defensive . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whatcha doin' here, maestro?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( with fervor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I want you to come back to school, Rita. You ca n't afford to miss finals. They wo n't let you graduate.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( overlapping . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No way. Forget it. I ca n't. What's wrong wit' you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor really does looks like hell .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( beseeching her . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cesar and Stevie wo n't bother you. That's a promise.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Something stirs deep inside her .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( struggles with it . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Why'd they have to kill Snowball?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>They did n't.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( on the verge of tears now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What's it fuckin' matter?! ` At school shit's for other kids, not me!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>That's not true. You're so smart, Rita. Do n't you know that? You have an opportunity here to change your life. Please do n't throw away everything we've worked for.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor just stares at her , incredulously . Rita lowers her gaze , unable to look him in the eye . Momentous deliberation , and now .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I know what happened with Childress.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( knitting her eyebrows . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He wo n't ever touch you again.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( protesting too much . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He ai n't done nuthin' tuh me. That boy's fulla shit. What's he been sayin'?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Does n't matter.</dialogue>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>He ai n't never touched me no ways. What's he sayin'? He say he fucked me?! He say dat?!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( off Trevor 's look . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He's a damn liar!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( erupting again ; tears streaming down her face . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Get the fuck outta here! I do n't need yer damn pity and I do n't need you!</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( genuinely . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>But I need you, Rita.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Beat .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( hardening . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You made a mistake. Dat's all.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With that Rita scoops up Maricella and exits .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MR. GARCIA'S OFFICE - SAME DAY (LUNCH PERIOD)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor sits transfixed in front of Garcia . Still has n't shaven .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>See these?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Garcia holds up a handful of phone messages .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>They're phone calls about you. Good ones. Cesar's mother told me how you tried to help him. You're evidently a good teacher. You should be commended on your efforts. However.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pause . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm going to have to let you go.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor blinks .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>As much as I'd like to have you stay until the end of the year, I ca n't overlook the seriousness of certain accusations.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Mr. Garcia waits for a response but none is forthcoming .</scene_description>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <parenthetical>( for example . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Is it true you had meetings with a female student at your house?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I was trying to help her.</dialogue>
    <character>MR. GARCIA</character>
    <dialogue>The implications are still there, Mr. Garfield. I ca n't afford to open the door for another lawsuit. Sure you can appreciate my position.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pause . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You can stay until Friday. I hope that will be sufficient.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>This part registers only minimally with Trevor .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUNGALOW 86 - AFTER SCHOOL (SAME DAY)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A VAPID SILENCE HOLDS us . The bungalow is awash in a sun - soaked pool of light . Trevor makes his way toward the parking lot with his briefcase and a cardboard box of personal belongings .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS - "A" BLDG. - MAIN CORRIDOR/ COMPUTER LAB - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Plagued with doubts , Ellen lingers in the doorway , confiding with Hyland .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>You're not being an alarmist.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( minimizing her concerns . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He gets a little overzealous at times. like some other people I know.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I do n't think the rosary adds up to much either, frankly.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Why?</dialogue>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>It's probably his.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, when I received my first Holy Communion all the boys got black rosaries and the girls got white. Trust me, there must be millions of black rosaries filed away in desk drawers from here to the Vatican.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen flickers a sad indecisive smile .</scene_description>
    <character>HYLAND</character>
    <dialogue>This guy's been through a lot, Ellen. The system failed him. I do n't think any of us can really appreciate what he's been through.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I say we give the man a break.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ellen acquiesces a pensive nod .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FACULTY PARKING LOT/ADJACENT STREET (3:20)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>THROUGH a CHAIN LINK FENCE Trevor approaches his car . Traffic is bumper to bumper .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FACULTY PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as Trevor unlocks his car . And hesitates . TREVOR 'S POV - DRIVER 'S SIDE CAR DOOR . a bold 187 has been `` keyed '' into the paint . TREVOR Rivetted . Now he slides the cardboard box , along with his briefcase onto the front seat . Suddenly , as if out of nowhere , Ellen pulls up in her Cherokee . She deciphers Trevor with mixed emotions . Trevor adjusts his stance , covering the `` 187 . '' Ellen now tentatively rolls her window down halfway . TAILPIPE SPUTTERS , a portentous idle .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( stilted . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I'd like to apologize for the other night.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor stands there transfixed for a moment . Now he looks into her eyes . A soulful gaze .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Should n't listen to me. I was half asleep.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>His eyes become damp . Trevor smiles bravely .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>We really need to talk.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Not tonight. Have to finish some work.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>Tomorrow then? It's important to me.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <parenthetical>( far off now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Okay.</dialogue>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <parenthetical>( resolves it in her head . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. How ` bout seven o'clock?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor nods . Ellen flickers a tenuous smile .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ELLEN'S CHEROKEE - SIDE VIEW MIRROR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as she rolls up her window and drives away , leaving Trevor standing in the middle of the parking lot . His image gets smaller and smaller in the mirror .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT./EXT. ELLEN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - ELLEN'S POV</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as she watches him in the side view mirror , torn with mixed emotions .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Seeing now that the whole house has been tagged with graffiti -LRB- not only the garage -RRB- as the Rambler pulls into the driveway . With dead calm , Trevor leaves his box of belongings behind and enters the front door , carrying his briefcase .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. STOLEN BUICK REGAL - CONTINUOUS ACTION - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as it parks about two houses down from Trevor 's .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUICK REGAL - CONTINUOUS ACTION - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>All three tag - bangers produce firearms . Cesar loads the cylinder chamber on his .357 magnum . Stevie double checks a 7 round clip and a 39 Smith and Wesson . And Paco plays with a .38 caliber revolver that he hides in the deep front pocket of is County - Bens . The interior of the Buick snaps with the hard sound of gun metal . cocking hammers , loading cartridges and spinning cylinder chambers . As the gun preparations systematically stop . Cesar now flicks ON an ELECTRIC HAIR CLIPPER , sets it on ` NO CLIP , ' and passes it back to Paco . Paco runs the clipper over his head . Hair tumbles off in chunks . Stevie fidgets , picks up a naked one - eyed doll off the floor , raises it INTO VIEW .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where'd you jack ` dis car from, homes?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( referring to doll . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>` At's nasty, man.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - SUNSET</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Dutifully seated at his desk . Like a fervent prayer . Lost in correcting his final graded assignment .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S BEDROOM - POV - SUNSET</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PAST wrought iron bars on the outside of the window . Sun hangs above a distorted horizon . ELLEN 'S POV - SAME SUNSET . PAST high tension lines outside Mother Henry 's kitchen window .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MOTHER HENRY'S KITCHEN - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ellen 's preoccupied with thought as she rinses dishes and places them in the dishwasher . O.S. hear `` WHEEL OF FORTUNE '' on the TELEVISION . Now a wet DISH slips from her grasp and SHATTERS on the floor .</scene_description>
    <character>MOTHER HENRY</character>
    <parenthetical>( O.S . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ellen?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As she picks up the pieces .</scene_description>
    <character>ELLEN</character>
    <dialogue>It's alright, mother.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Sun goes down . A palpable stillness permeates .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BUICK REGAL - K.O.S. TAG-BANGERS - CONTINUOUS ACTION</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>All three heads clipped `` skin tight . '' Fixed gazes holding . Stevie nurses a runny nose as he smokes another `` Sherm . '' Now something flickers in Cesar 's eyes .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, let's smoke this bitch.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The house is quiet now as Stevie and Paco disappear around the back . Cesar approaches the front door , undaunted , gun drawn . Without breaking stride he kicks open the door .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TREVOR'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS ACTION - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Trevor sits on his bed , watching the red orb of the sun disappear over the horizon . He can hear DOOR OPENING and someone moving in his house .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'm in here, Cesar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar , Paco , and Stevie enter the bedroom , guns drawn .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Dont' move, mutha fucka!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie flips on a light . Paco SHOOTS out the TV set in the living room - an act of intimidation . Cesar jams his .357 under Trevor 's chin . Gets in his face .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>You killed Benny. And you cut off my finger. Say it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor stares right into Cesar 's eyes , unflinching .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah. I did.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Told yuh. Fuckin' A, man.</dialogue>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Lem me do ` im.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No. This nigga's mine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar sticks the gun barrel right between Trevor 's eyes . and squeezes the trigger . Click . An empty sound . Trevor blinks . Cesar exhales a malicious laugh . Opens a fist to reveal six bullets .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Ever seen The Deerhunter, ese?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ANOTHER ANGLE In the middle of the dark house - Trevor 's dining room table . Trevor on one side , Cesar/Paco/Stevie on the other . Cesar 's seated , loading one of the six bullets into a cylinder chamber . He shoves the gun toward Trevor as Stevie and Paco train their pistols on him .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>You gon' do yourself, mayate. Put it to your head and pull the trigger.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor grabs the pistol without hesitation , puts it to his head and squeezes off TWO ROUNDS without incident . He slams the gun down in front of Cesar without a blink . A crazed , watery glint in his eye .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>That macho enough for you, Cesar? Huh? That make me a man?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Take more'n that.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Then you do it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All three tag - bangers are taken aback .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon, show me what you got. Mano a mano.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>He's playin' with yer head.</dialogue>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Vato's scared. He tryin' to twist outta it.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I got ta be a fool to prove you're a fool? - okay.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor picks up the gun again , puts it to his head and pulls the trigger . click . Slams the gun down .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Tha's not how we playin' it.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why - you too chickenshit to play yer own game? Got no cojones?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Paco lashes out and hits Trevor with his pistol drawing blood .</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Shut up!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar stares at him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You gon na let your homies defend your punk ass, Cesar? You gon na let me dis you? I pulled three times, you pussy, you leva, you coward! Lessee you pull one. C'mon, be a man! Get some respect back! Do it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar takes the gun and raises it toward his head .</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Whatcho doin', homie?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He grabs Cesar 's arm , but Cesar pushes him away .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <parenthetical>( to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You disrespectin' me, vato? You sayin' I ai n't a man?</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sayin' you're a fool.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar puts the .357 to his temple again .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't do it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They are mesmerized into inaction as Cesar grits his teeth and pulls the trigger . Click .</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <parenthetical>( instant adulation . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You the man, Cesar! You the man! Orale, vato!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( to Trevor . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He got character, homes.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Crazy mutha fucka.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Trevor looks at Cesar in disgust as he takes another bullet and blindly loads it into the cylinder chamber .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>Yer turn.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He spins the cylinder and slams the gun on the table .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You think you got respect now? Your kinda respect is bullshit. Only thing you honor is stupidity. You ready to die for stupidity, Cesar? I am, if it'll teach you somethin'. See you ca n't kill me, homeboy. Yeah, my body. but what I am, who I was? That's been dead for over a year. And I'm never gon na get it back - no matter how many of you I get rid of. I realize that now.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( furious . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. I was a teacher! I wanted to help you!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He snatches up the gun , puts it to his head and pulls the trigger again . click . Trevor slams it back down on the table .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>You ca n't kill me. and you ca n't scare me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar 's sweating now , glancing between Trevor and the gun on the table . Stevie and Paco shift uneasily .</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Do n't do it, homie.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>He's crazy.</dialogue>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah, but is n't that what you respect? Bein' loco? Do n't listen to'em, Cesar. If you gon na live stupid do n't do it half - assed - take it all the way. Take your turn. Pull the trigger.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place , Cesar 's hand inches toward the gun . Suddenly Trevor is screaming at him .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Macho is bullshit, fool! Your whole way of life is BULLSHIT!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar explodes to his feet and screams right back .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>It's all I got!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence . Trevor studies him with an enigmatic look .</scene_description>
    <character>TREVOR</character>
    <dialogue>Well then, I'll take your turn for you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He snatches up the pistol and puts it to his head .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>No!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>pulls the trigger . BLAM ! The SHOT knocks Trevor out of his chair . ON PACO AND STEVIE</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>You see dat! He's out! He's fuckin' out! Snuffed hisself! Aw, shit!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stevie 's stunned .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>What'd he do that for?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He walks toward the back of the house like a zombie .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Let's get outta here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Paco pulls at Cesar , who 's staring at Trevor 's dead body .</scene_description>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon, homie.</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>He took my turn.</dialogue>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>It was my turn. He took it. He dissed me.</dialogue>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>So fuckin' what, man! He's dead! Let's go!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cesar shrugs him off , picks up the .357 .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I got ta do this.</dialogue>
    <character>PACO</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck dis shit! Leave it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He tries to pull Cesar away , pleading with him in Spanish , but Cesar shoves him off .</scene_description>
    <character>CESAR</character>
    <dialogue>I got one chance in six. I'm ` onna beat ` dis bitch. For honor, vato.</dialogue>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>No!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Paco rushes toward him , but is stopped by the BOOM ! of the .357 . Frozen in shock , Paco stares down at Cesar 's body as Stevie re - enters the kitchen .</scene_description>
    <character>STEVIE</character>
    <dialogue>Cesar? Why'd he do it? Why?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ON PACO AND STEVIE Not knowing himself , Paco stumbles out of Trevor 's kitchen toward the back door . Finally Stevie follows him as we PULL BACK to reveal the crumpled bodies of Trevor and Cesar lying on the floor .</scene_description>
    <character>NEWSCASTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Last night tragedy struck in North Hollywood where a high school teacher and one of his students were both found shot to death inside the teacher's home.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>V.O. continues through the .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. J. Q. ADAMS H.S. - MORNING (GRADUATION DAY) TWO WEEKS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>the marquee outside the school reads . HAPPY GRADUATION - CLASS OF '97</scene_description>
    <character>NEWSCASTER</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The teacher has been identified as forty - one - year - old Trevor Garfield, formerly of New York City. Most recently he taught science at John Quincy Adams High School in the San Fernando Valley.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Confidential sources reveal that the teacher had publicly been accused of foul play in the death of another student whose body was discovered just last month in the L.A. River.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ATHLETIC FIELD - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Graduation in progress . Standing room only . Administrators have begun to take their seats up on a makeshift stage . Garcia , Hyland , Assistant Principal Ford , etc . Bleachers now as guests and family members fan themselves against the searing heat . A banner strung across the top row of seats reads . CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF '97 Faculty members are seated in the first two rows down on the field . In front of a sea of mortar boards . Dave Childress now enters , his usual shabby attire , nursing another hangover . He takes a seat away from the other teachers .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ATHLETIC FIELD - PODIUM - SHORT WHILE LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As the first speaker approaches the podium . ON two inch high heels , an occasional wobble as the white high heels make their way up to the podium . ANGLE RISING now , LINGERING ON a clinging powder blue dress and mani - cured fingernails . HOLD ON her clenched essay . Now CONTINUE UP to reveal Rita Nartinez . She wears lipstick . and only a moderate amount of eye shadow . She wears a slightly nervous , preoccupied look . Now . Rita at the podium , as she adjusts the microphone , a nervous reflex . Places her essay on the podium . Stares down at it .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>The title of my essay is, ` Mi Vida Loca'. ` My Crazy Life'.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita hesitates . Now she gazes out at the graduating class . FACES IN CROWD Waiting . Intently fanning themselves . DAVE CHILDRESS Apathetic . Arms draped over the empty chairs on either side of him . BACK TO RITA</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( turning to Quinn . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ms. Quinn, can I say somethin'?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( correcting herself . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. May I say something?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ms. Quinn -LRB- 45 -RRB- hesitates , now acquiesces with uncertainty .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>There's been a lotta talk las' couple weeks whether Mr. Garfield done those things they been writin' about in the newspaper. He once tol' me you ca n't blame everything on yer environment.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>But I t ` ink you can push a good teacher too far and he might jus' go bad like anybody else.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS COMPUTER LAB - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>INTERCUT VARIOUS CUTS OF Ellen 's hands as she clears a bulletin board . removes a computer graphics display from a wall . empties desk drawers . and packs away her computer in a box .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I dunno if Mr. ` G' did all those bad things. All I know is dat teachers do n't get no respect. ` At's the simple truth. And if Mr. ` G' is responsible, well den he ai n't the only one responsible.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS AUDITORIUM - PODIUM (GRADUATION)</stage_direction>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>We're all responsible. You and me. all of us. I'm up here today cuz a him. He was dere for me when nobody else was. Thing is. I shoulda been ` dere for him too. but I was n't. I turned my back on the only person who ever cared about me.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( pause . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He said if I could stand up here and read my essay it would be a Pyrrhic victory.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I ast' ` im, ` What's up wit' dat?'</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A trickle of incongruous laughter , awkward yet cathartic .</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <dialogue>He told me in my case it was irony. and to go look it up. so I did.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I wonder now if Mr. ` G' was really talking ` bout hisself.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>( beat . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It refers to this guy named Pyrrhus. He was a king back ` round 300 B.C.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rita refers to a piece of scratch paper she has tucked inside her essay .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS COMPUTER LAB</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>again . as she now empties one last drawer , she dis - covers her teaching credential . Reluctantly picks it up . Holds it for a moment . Now read across the face of the credential . STATE OF CALIFORNIA COMMISSION ON TEACHER CREDENTIALING issues this document to ELLEN HENRY BACK TO GRADUATION</scene_description>
    <character>RITA</character>
    <parenthetical>( V.O . )</parenthetical>
    <parenthetical>( verbatim now . )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>. Pyrrhus defeated the Romans on two occasions. But those two victories lost him a large part of his army. Now whenever people say something's a Pyrrhic victory they mean it's a victory gained at too great a cost.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Childress stares off into space , flickers a pathetic smirk . And now Stevie seated amongst the graduates . Glancing up from under his mortar board cap . He adjusts a gaze into the bleachers . STEVIE LITTLETON 'S POV - HIS PARENTS Early forties , upper - middle class . Stevie 's mother catches his eye . Like an incongruous SLOW MOTION dream , she mouth the words , `` We 're . So . Proud . Of . You . '' STEVIE LITTLETON . as guilt eats at him , weaving its insidious web . BACK TO RITA now at the podium . Holding back tears , Rita now carefully folds up her piece of scratch paper . and fixes a distant unblinking gaze .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS COMPUTER LAB - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Slowly SCAN the walls , stripped completely bare now . END ON Ellen standing obliquely in the doorway . Brief - case in hand , files and papers tucked under one arm . Her face , a solemn vacuous gaze . Now she drops something into the trash can , shuts off the lights , and leaves . As the door slowly closes . MOVE IN ON the trash can . and Ellen 's crumpled teaching credential . Add another name to the list of fallen heroes as we . BLACKNESS . and ROLL END CREDITS . THE END</scene_description>
  </scene>
</script>
Trevor Garfield (Samuel L. Jackson) is an African American high school science teacher at Roosevelt Whitney High School, a high school in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn. Dennis Broadway (Method Man), a gangster student to whom he had given a failing grade threatens to murder him, writing the number 187 (the California police code for homicide) on every page in a textbook. Garfield knows that this is a warning and tries to report the administration, Garfield knows that Dennis just wanted to transfer back to his old school and he needed to have good grades. The administration ignored this warning and Dennis ambushes Garfield in the hallway, stabbing him in the back and side abdominal area multiple times with a shiv. Fifteen months after surviving, Garfield, now a substitute teacher, has relocated to John Quincy Adams High School in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, but trouble starts again when he substitutes an unruly class of rejects, including a Chicano tag crew by the name of "Kappin' Off Suckers" (K.O.S.). Their leader, Benito "Benny" Chacón (Lobo Sebastian), a felon attending high school as a condition of probation, makes it clear to Garfield that there will be no mutual respect. The tension mounts when a fellow teacher, Ellen Henry (Kelly Rowan), confides that Benny has threatened her life, an action against which the administration of the school refuses to take action, fearing legal threats. After Benny murders a rival tagger in cold blood, he  disappears, and Benny's  unstable tag partner, César Sanchez (Clifton Collins Jr.), takes over as leader. When César steals Garfield's family heirloom watch, the principal is more concerned about a lawsuit and refuses to take action.  Ellen and Garfield develop a close friendship that approaches the beginnings of a relationship, but is stymied by Garfield's destabilizing behavior and his confrontations with the K.O.S.. Garfield's past garners the unwanted admiration of Dave Childress (John Heard), an alcoholic history teacher who carries guns at the school. The conflict between Garfield and the K.O.S. escalates with the killing of Jack, Ellen's dog. César, after spraying cartoon graffiti depicting a dead dog, is shot with a syringe filled with morphine attached to the end of an arrow. He passes out, and wakes up to find one of his fingers cut off. César recovers the finger and it is reattached, with the letters "R U DUN" ("are you done?") tattooed as a warning. A student Garfield has tutored, Rita Martínez (Karina Arroyave), a Chicana, faces abuse from both the K.O.S. and Childress, and drops out. The school administration is mired in bureaucracy and unable to intervene. After Benny is found dead in the Los Angeles River, apparently of a drug overdose, it is revealed that Garfield took matters into his own hands, killing Benny and severing César's finger. Garfield lets Ellen leave as she disavows his actions. The K.O.S. plan to murder Garfield. At Garfield's house, the gang forces Garfield into a contest of Russian roulette with César. The latter's resolve is shaken as Garfield talks about the lost-cause lifestyle he has led. Hesitating at his turn, César watches as Garfield, offering to take his turn for him, takes the revolver and shoots himself in the head. Driven by his sense of honor and ignoring the protests of his horrified friends, César insists on taking his rightful turn and ends up killing himself . On graduation day, Rita, who completes her studies along with former K.O.S. member Stevie Littleton (Jonah Rooney), offers a tribute to Garfield by reading an essay about him. The essay incorporates the theme of the Pyrrhic victory and Ellen leaves the school.