Dawson's Movie Script

FADE IN:

ext. Wade's house - night - establishing

A house on the water. A traditional Cape Cod. Big and old. Water glistens and reflects against it. From an upstairs window, the glow of a television bounces off drapes that blow gently in the cool, summer night.

int. wade's room - night

WADE, 15 years old, and slightly wise beyond his years, paces the room, a bundle of mental anguish. His friend RICKY sits on the bed.

RICKY: No matter how much you wear out that carpet, my friend, at some point you are going to have to sit down and accept it.

WADE: Accept it. I'm supposed to just graciously accept the loss of the love of my life. Not to mention my best friend, my confidante of fifteen years. I can't do that.

RICKY: Well, do something already. I'm exhausted just watching you. Look, why don't you write something or something. Isn't that the appropriate angst-filled artist reaction?

WADE: You're not helping.

RICKY: Sammy's the helpful one. I just sit on the sidelines and make wisecrack remarks to compensate for my own relative inadequacy.

WADE: Ricky, I think I just need to be alone right now.

RICKY: No problem. You do your creative catharsis thing, and I'll get back to my Playstation. See ya, Wade.

Ricky leaves. Wade, a bit doubtful, sighs, and approaches his computer. He tries to write. Starts typing, erases. Starts again, erases. It's not working. He pushes away from his desk, grabs his jacket, and takes off. 

EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY

It's a chilly day in this creekside town in late November. Wade walks alone through the abandoned playground, and ultimately sits down on a swing facing a sandbox. As he looks at the sandbox, he seems to remember...or imagine something.

DISSOLVE TO:
ext. sandbox - day

Two small children, BABY WADE, and BABY SAMMY, play in a sandbox. They playfully swat sand at each other. We hear a VOICE-OVER. It's WADE.

WADE (V.O.)

I guess you could say Sammy and I have known each other for as long as we could possibly remember. Longer, actually. Sammy and I...We're almost like soulmates, intrinsically destined since time immemorial, unalterably fated to connect again and again through time, if you believe in that sort of thing. I don't know whether or not I believe in destiny, but I do believe, that no matter what fate throws in our paths, there will always be Wade and Sammy. It's the closest thing to an ineluctable forever that I have ever known.

EXT. PLAYGROUND - LATE DAY

It's getting dark. Wade rises from the swing, and heads home.

WADE (cont'd) (V.O.)

If I were half the artist I proclaimed myself to be, I would seize upon this as an opportunity to generate a well-written, erudite, structurally sound piece of literature containing the traditional story elements -- essentially, a premise, a climax, a denouement...but that doesn't really apply in this situation. When a relationship outlives time, outlives space, all you have... are the moments...

DISSOLVE TO:
ext. wade's house - night

The present. Wade reaches his house. He sees the ladder by the window.
Spontaneously, he decides to climb it. As he reaches the top, he pauses for a moment to survey his room.

DISSOLVE TO:
int. wade's room - night

WADE and SAMMY, now grown up at fifteen years old, lay sprawled on Wade's bed, among an array of candy, pillows, etc., watching Star Wars.

SAMMY: I never get tired of this movie. This won the Oscar, right?

WADE: ANNIE HALL. Lucas was robbed.

He turns off the t.v.

WADE (cont'd): Well, you ready to crash?

SAMMY: I'm gonna go home.

WADE: Stay over.

SAMMY: I don't think so.

WADE: Why not?

Sammy moves toward the open window. She takes a deep breath. Something's been building.

SAMMY: I'm just not sure it's a good idea for me to stay over anymore.

WADE: But you always stay over on video night!

SAMMY: Things change, Wade.

WADE: What are you talking about?

SAMMY: Well, we're fifteen years old now...

WADE: So?

SAMMY: I just think that hormonal developments have a way of rearing their ugly heads into platonic boy-girl friendships such as ours, and I'm attempting some advance damage control.

WADE: Wait, a second. Are you saying that you...

SAMMY: Please. Don't get excited, Wade. I know you way too well. But we need to make allowances for our post-pubescence, cause the gender dynamics are inevitably going to get in the way sooner or later.

WADE: Please. That MY BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING crap doesn't apply to us. We transcend it.

SAMMY: How?

WADE: By going to sleep. I'm beat.

SAMMY: Avoidance isn't going to help.

WADE: It's not avoidance. It's proof that our friendship is impervious to any and all textbook theoretic of early adolescence.

Sammy stands at the window, deliberating.

SAMMY: I don't think it works that way, Wade.

WADE: Come on, Sammy. If you keep this girl stuff up, I'm gonna have to start calling you Samantha.

SAMMY: Samantha this.

She dives on top of him, slugging him hard. They tumble around the bed, a bit more awkwardly than they might once have. A self-conscious laugh. Sammy tosses her shoes, throws them against the wall. Suddenly they're both incredibly still.

WADE: We're friends, okay? Hormones aside?

SAMMY: Friends, Wade.

They lay facing away from one another. Wade squirms under the sheets. Then Sammy. Their minds racing.

Finally:

WADE: Why did you have to bring this up anyway?

FADE OUT.
int. wade's room - night

Again, the present. From the window, Wade smiles to himself, and climbs in. He heads for his computer -- this time, inspired. He sits down, and he writes.

DISSOLVE TO:
ext. creekside - day

WADE, SAMMY, and RICKY, another 15-year old, Wade's male best friend, rehearse a play. Wade directs. Ricky moves in to kiss Sammy, who looks uncomfortable in a bikini top and shorts.

SAMMY: (pulls away) I'm sorry, Wade, I can't do it.

WADE: C'mon you guys. We're performing this play in two weeks. If you can't kiss Ricky here, in the comfort of this rehearsal space, what are you going to do on stage?

SAMMY: He's just so...repulsive.

RICKY: Hey, can I help it if she's a lesbian?

SAMMY: Hah. You wish, dumbass.

WADE: All right, let's just skip the kiss -- for now. Okay...

SAMMY: And do I really have to wear this? I mean, I realize your play is set in North Carolina, but hello! This is Massachusetts. It's February. It's FREEZING.

But their argument is interrupted as a TAXI CAB pulls up, RICKY and WADE are transfixed. Sammy at first doesn't notice.

SAMMY: Hello? Are we rehearsing here, or are we directing traffic?

And KIM steps out.

KIM: Hi. I'm Kim.

RICKY: Ricky.

WADE: I'm Wade. Are you-- lost or something?

SAMMY: (sotto) She's a blonde, not a puppy dog, Wade.

KIM: No, I'm from Boston. But my uncle is sick so I'm up here for a while to help my aunt take care of him.

WADE: Oh! Right, the niece from Boston...

KIM: Right.

WADE: So, are you gonna be going to Creekside High?

KIM: Yeah, I'll be a sophomore.

WADE : Me too. 

RICKY : Yeah, me too. 


KIM : (to Sammy) Hi, I'm Kim. 


SAMMY : Yeah, got that. 


She turns to go in the house. 


SAMMY: (cont'd) I'm gonna go change. I'm freezing my ass off. 


Once she is out of earshot... 


WADE : (to Kim) Uh, that's...Sammy. You'll have to forgive her, she considers social skills a sign of blind conformity. 


KIM : I see. Well, I better get to my aunt's -- she's expecting me. 


And Kim walks off...as she does, Ricky and Wade watch her go. 


ANOTHER ANGLE - a CU of SAMMY, from the window, looking out, watching Wade. 


int. wade's room - night 

Kim peruses Wade's collectibles. She finds a Star Wars figurine. 


KIM : Chewbacca? 


WADE : (self-conscious) Actually, that's a collector's item. 


Sammy climbs in through the window. 


SAMMY'S POV -- surprised to see Kim. 


SAMMY : Wade -- I didn't realize you had company. (turns to leave) I can come back later. 


WADE : Sammy, no, don't be silly. You know Kim. 


Sammy gives a small, fake smile to Kim, who smiles back. 


SAMMY : (sotto to Wade) I thought it was video night. 


WADE : It is. Kim doesn't really know anyone in Creekside, so I invited her to join us. 


SAMMY : (sarcastic) Isn't watching videos a little mundane for someone from the big city? 


KIM : If I'm intruding on something I can... 


WADE : No, not at all, don't be silly... the more the merrier. 


SAMMY : I'll see you later, Wade. 


She turns to go. A voice (o.c.) calls out. 


VOICE: (O.C.) Kimberly... 


KIM : That's my aunt. I should go. But thanks, Wade. I had a really good time. 


She turns to leave, and Sammy and Wade are left alone. 


WADE : What's with the Brenda Walsh routine? 


SAMMY : I just don't see why Miss Clairol has to be a permanent fixture around here. 


WADE : She's new...we should make her feel welcome. In fact, I have an idea. But I need your help. 


SAMMY : What?


WADE : Well, I want to ask Kim to go to the movies with me...But she might feel uncomfortable with that, you know, going out alone with a strange guy... 


SAMMY : Please. She's already seen your room. How dangerous could she think a guy who has Chewbacca on his bed is? 


WADE : Look, come with us. 


SAMMY : No thanks. I have no intentions of creating a troika with you two. 


WADE : Sammy-- 


SAMMY : Look, if you want to go out with her, go out with her. I'm not stopping you. Just go. But you can't have it both ways, Wade. 


WADE : What is your problem? 


SAMMY : Oh, nothing. Except ever since little Miss Harvard Square showed up in town, you've done everything possible to make me feel like I don't exist. 


WADE : Sammy... you know how much you mean to me... you're my best friend. Nothing could replace that. 


SAMMY : (doubtful) We'll see, Wade. 


ext. wade's house - day 


Ricky and Sammy are rehearsing once again. Wade and Kim observe. Ricky leans in, again, as if he's about to kiss her, but instead, he STABS her. Blood spurts out of her shirt. Wade looks pleased. 


WADE : Excellent! It's perfect! Which is good because that's all the fake blood I can afford to use for rehearsal purposes. 


SAMMY : Yeah, well, this is the last shirt I'm willing to sacrifice for rehearsal purposes. 

She moves toward the house. Kim calls after her. 


KIM : Wait, Sammy, I'll help you get cleaned up. 


Kim follow Sammy into the house. 


int. wade's porch - continuous - day 


SAMMY : It's really okay, I think I can clean myself up. 


KIM : (smiling) I really don't mind. 


She helps Sammy take her shirt off. Sammy's a little self-conscious as Kim wipes the fake blood off Sammy's chest. 


KIM: (cont'd) You have a nice figure, you know? 


SAMMY : (now extremely self-conscious) Whatever. 


KIM : No, really, you do. I mean, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not bi or anything. I'm into guys. 


SAMMY : So I've noticed. 


KIM : All right. What is it? 


Sammy tries to avoid the question, as she starts to leave the room. 


SAMMY : What is what? 


KIM: (cont'd) Your problem? With me? 


SAMMY : I...whatever...I don't have a problem with you. 


KIM : Okay. Fine. I give up. All I've wanted was for you to like me. And I can see that's never going to happen. 


Kim starts to leave. But Sammy stops her. 


SAMMY : You really want to know what my problem is? 


KIM : Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. 


SAMMY : Isn't it obvious? God, just look at you. You show up in our town like "isn't this cute?" What a novelty our "cute" little town must be to you. A brief pit stop you make on the way to the rest of your life. Well, for some of us, this isn't a pit stop. This is it. The past, the present, the future. 


KIM : And that's why you hate me? 


SAMMY : No. That's why I resent you. I hate you because you have everything else -- everything. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're sexy, sophisticated -- You've got it all! And you want the only things I have. 


KIM : (pauses; carefully) I knew it. This is about Wade, isn't it? 


SAMMY : What do you mean? 


KIM : Come on, Sammy. You two have this ostensibly platonic friendship, but you sleep in his bed every night. You don't call him your boyfriend, but you certainly act like a jealous girlfriend...I've done everything I can to be nice to you, and you hate and resent me. You're in love with him. Just admit it. 


SAMMY : (flustered) I'm not--I'm not in love with him. I just...he's my best friend, all right? Wade. His plays. Video night. That's my life. Why can't you just get one of your own? 


KIM : I don't want to take your place, I would never-- 


SAMMY : Look, Wade is special, okay? He's not just some guy, he's kind and he's gentle and you're like, this... barracuda, who just wants somebody to keep her warm in bed, and- 


KIM : You don't know the first thing about who I am. And before you paint me into the role of the wicked temptress who's trying to seduce away your non-boyfriend, why don't you get your facts straight. First of all, I told you, I'm a virgin- 


SAMMY : Please, we Creeksiders may be provincial but we're not stupid. Nobody believed that. 


KIM : Bitch. 


SAMMY : (countering) Slut. 


KIM : (taking a deep breath) Well, I'm sorry I threaten you and your little safety net. Contrary to popular opinion, I didn't come here to ruin your life. And I am trying so hard not to do that! 


SAMMY : Then try this. Don't talk to me. 


Sammy heads for the door. Kim watches her go. 


int. sammy's room - night 


Sammy sits at her computer, reading her e-mail. 


CU of the screen. It reads, "Kim and I finally kissed... how do I describe it? In a word, magical." Sammy sighs, looks out the window down at the creek. 


ext. docks - night 


Kim, alone, stares out at the water, clearly troubled. Wade approaches. He's been looking for her. 


WADE : I've been looking everywhere for you. Why'd you run off like that? 


KIM : I just needed to think, that's all. 


WADE : Think about what? 


KIM : About us, Wade. 


WADE : What do you mean? 


Before she can answer, they are interrupted by a MOTORCYCLE HEADLIGHT. The Kawasaki pulls up, driven by DWAYNE, who seems to think he's a member of the T-Birds. 


DWAYNE : Hey, Kim. I know you told me to get out of town, but I had to say goodbye first.


WADE : Goodbye? Kim, who is this guy? 


KIM : Dwayne, this is Wade...my boyfriend. 


DWAYNE : Yo. 


KIM : Wade, this is Dwayne. My EX-boyfriend. 


DWAYNE : Ouch. 


KIM : I'm serious, Dwayne. I want to put everything in Boston behind me. That includes you. 


WADE : You heard what she said. Why don't you take the proverbial hike? 


DWAYNE : Hey, I'll do whatever the lady wants. But it's up to her, not you. 


WADE : I think she's already made her choice, pal. 


DWAYNE : I don't really remember asking what you thought. 


KIM : Stop it. Both of you. 


WADE : (hurt) Kim... 


KIM : Please, just let me talk for a minute. First of all. Dwayne, go home. 


DWAYNE : So this is what you want? A guy who keeps a stuffed Chewbacca on his bed? 


KIM/WADE : It's a collector's item. 


DWAYNE : It is a doll. 


WADE : You heard her. Go. 


DWAYNE : I'm gonna ask you one more time. Is this what you want, Kim? 


KIM : It's what I need. Please. Go. 


Dwayne gives her one last look before starting up his motorcycle engine again. 


DWAYNE : (to Wade) If you hurt her, I'll kill you. 


KIM : Goodbye, Dwayne. 


He goes. 


Wade puts his arms around Kim. 


WADE : It's okay. He's gone. Everything can go back to normal, and we can move on with our lives. 


Kim pulls away from him. 


WADE: (cont'd) What? 


KIM : We can't go back, Wade. 


WADE : What are you saying? 


KIM : I'm saying, I need some time, some space... 


WADE : But you just said- 


KIM : This isn't about Dwayne. It's about me. See, in Boston, I always had a boyfriend. Always had a date. I just assimilated myself into whatever relationship I was absorbed in at the moment. I never took the time to think about me, what I wanted, who I was. 


WADE : I thought...I thought you loved me. 


KIM : I do love you. That's what makes this so hard. But I can't keep on being someone's girlfriend. I have to be myself. 


WADE : Don't do this, Kim. I love you. 


KIM : I'm sorry. You don't deserve this. And I don't deserve you. 


WADE : (bitter) You're right. You don't. 


KIM : (her eyes beginning to tear) Goodbye, Wade. 


She walks away, leaving Wade alone, frozen, defeated. 


int. wade's room - night 


Wade gazes longingly out the window. Sammy's getting bored of this routine. 


SAMMY : Look. You got dumped. It was bound to happen at some point in your life. It's on the list of required rites of passage for every teenage boy. 


WADE : Why doesn't that make me feel any better? 


SAMMY: Because you're taking the angst-ridden artist approach. You think all this melancholy will somehow channel itself into creative genius. But I'll tell you, Wade, if you're gonna go that route you could at least take a slightly less cliched approach. 


WADE: I think I'm allowed at least one moment of genuine teen wallowing. 


SAMMY: Okay. How about thinking about something...anything else? 


WADE: Can't. Everything relates back to Kim. 


SAMMY: Wade... you've only known her six weeks. How can everything relate back to her? 


WADE: Well, it does. 


SAMMY: Try thinking about movies. 


WADE: (he thinks for a minute) No use. I just imagine watching them with her. 


SAMMY: (sighs) Wade, have you ever considered taking a moment to stop imagining things in your head, and tried taking a look at what's right in front of you. 


He looks for a minute. Then turns to Sammy... 


WADE: You're right! Could this be...? 


SAMMY: I am? 


Wade gets up, moves toward her...but doesn't stop. He heads straight for his computer. 


WADE: I've been THINKING about the situation with Kim, but I haven't been doing anything about it. I'm gonna send her an email. Thanks, Sammy! 


Sammy looks after him, a sad near hopeless longing in her eyes. 


SAMMY: Anytime, Wade. (then, softly) Anytime. 


int. beauty pageant - night 


An ANNOUNCER announces the winner of the local Miss Windbreaker contest. 


ANNOUNCER: And this year's Miss Windbreaker is.... Samantha Richards! 


Sammy, a little dazed and self-conscious, accepts the crown. Wade watches her, mesmerized. Ricky stands beside him. 


RICKY: Man, whoever thought Sammy Richards would turn into such a babe? Dude, if you don't make your move fast, someone else will. Heck, maybe I will. 


WADE: "Make my move?" What's that supposed to mean? 


RICKY: Please. Are you two just gonna keep Harry Met Sallying your way through this relationship or are you ever gonna bite the bullet? 


WADE: Ricky...What are you talking about?? 


RICKY: Wade, how can you be so consumed with subtext, and simultaneously, so unable to transcend it? 


WADE: What subtext? 


RICKY: Do I have to spell it out? That beauty queen dish up there is totally, one hundred percent in love with you. And you're pretty gosh darn smitten yourself. 


WADE: No, Ricky...what Sammy and I have is different. I don't know what to call it but it's not what you're thinking it is... 


RICKY: So what if I did ask her out? 


WADE: Seriously? 


RICKY: Yeah. Seriously. What if I asked her out? Would you be cool with that? 


WADE: Of course. 


RICKY: You would. 


WADE: (slightly more hesitant) Well...I mean, yeah, of course. 


RICKY: Okay. 


WADE: Okay... 


RICKY: Well, I'm gonna go talk to her right now. 


He turns to walk off. He turns back. 


RICKY: (cont'd) Thanks, man. You're the best. 


Wade watches him go for a beat, then: 


WADE: Wait a second. 


RICKY: What? 


WADE: I'm not so cool with that. 


Wade looks at Ricky, finally able to take in what his friend has been telling him all along. 


ext. docks - night 


Wade catches up to Sammy, still in her beauty pageant getup. 


WADE: Hey...Sammy, wait up. 


SAMMY: Hey. 


WADE: What's going on with us, Sammy? 


SAMMY: Wade, if you don't know by now... 


She turns to go. But Wade takes her hand. She stops. 


WADE: I do know. I think I do...I mean. Sammy...for the first time in my life, I can't string a sentence together when I'm around you. 


They stare at each other for a long beat. Almost reminiscent of the two children in the sandbox. 


He looks at her, then: 


WADE: (cont'd) It's like, I looked at you tonight, and it was like, you were Sammy, but you were a whole new Sammy to me. You weren't just my friend, from down the creek...I mean, you looked so beautiful... 


SAMMY: Wade- 


He moves in to kiss her, but she pulls away. 


WADE: (cont'd) What's wrong? 


SAMMY: This...all this. 


She takes off her crown. 


SAMMY: (cont'd) I don't know what I was thinking, Wade, me in a beauty contest -- masquerading as some kind of warped fairy tale princess. I mean, it's so painfully obvious that I could never compete with these trust fund babies. 


WADE: Sammy, if only you could see yourself through my eyes. 


SAMMY: Y'know, for the longest time I thought that was what I wanted -- for the boy across the creek, my best friend, to see me as beautiful. It's practically been the purpose of my life. Now it's finally happened and you know what -- it feels wrong. The truth is, I want you to see me like you always have, realizing that what we share transcends mere physical longings. Because this, it's just... 


(wipes off her lipstick) 


cosmetic enhancement -- 


(taking down her hair) 


and hair spray. I'm still the same old Samantha -- the overly tall girl who resides on the wrong side of the creek. The girl you've seen almost every day for the last fifteen years and the one you watch movies with every Friday night. If you look closely, Wade, you'll see -- it's just me. 


Wade doesn't know what to say. 


SAMMY: (cont'd) I have to go. 


WADE: Sammy, wait! 


But she's gone. And Wade can only watch, helplessly, after her. 


ext. high school - day 


Wade catches up to Sammy. 


WADE: I've been looking everywhere for you. 


SAMMY: Why? 


WADE: Look, about the other night... 


SAMMY: Just forget about it... 


WADE: I can't. 


SAMMY: Why not? 


WADE: There were things...I should have said. 


SAMMY: Wade-- 


WADE: Wait, let me get this out. Sammy-- I think...I love you. 


SAMMY: I -- I can't believe you're saying this. After all these years of hiding behind high brow analytical posturing-- 


WADE: I'm saying it. I love you. I know it's nonsensical. 


SAMMY: Nonsensical? It's insane! We've known each other for fifteen years. Somewhere in there you couldn't find the time to Freudian slip this little cat out of the bag?! 


WADE: I wanted to. So many times. You don't know how long I've wrestled internally with the psychological repercussions of my feelings. 


SAMMY: I need some time to process here. My electrical synapses are on overload. My brain says one thing. But my heart -- says something different. That I should...should consider the unequivocal, possibly damaging, highly irrational, hypnotically scarring proposition of, of...loving you back. 


They melt together in a passionate KISS. 


int. high school dance - night 


Wade and Sammy dance together, happily, or so it seems to Wade. Kim dances with HANK, an inarticulate loner. 


WADE: You seem distant. Is anything wrong? 


SAMMY: I'm fine. Do we have to dissect and deconstruct my every mood swing? 


WADE: Of course not. I guess everything's just been so great between us that I'm actually scared of my own happiness. You know, like I've finally reached a state of supreme and utter contentedness with you, and I just don't want anything to get in the way of that. 


SAMMY: Well, don't worry. Everything's fine. 


WADE: What about you? I mean, are you content? 


Before she gets a chance to answer, Kim and Hank approach. 


KIM: Hey, how 'bout trading partners? 


SAMMY: (eager to get out of the conversation) Okay. 


WADE: Sammy... 


SAMMY: It's just a dance, Wade. 


WADE: Right. Just a dance. 


Wade and Kim begin to dance. Sammy dances with Hank. 


KIM: Did I interrupt something? 


WADE: Not really. 


KIM: You know, I've missed you, Wade. 


WADE: (distracted) Yeah? 


KIM: But...you and Sammy are really happy. I can see that it's for the best. 


WADE: (unsure) That's right. 


KIM: But tell me something, Wade. In this whole epic of Wade's rediscovery of Sammy, what did I represent? I mean, who does my character symbolize in the evolving melodrama? Was I just a literary device, the necessary ephemeral object of desire who furthers the plot by standing in the way of the hero and the heroine? Or worse, did I simply epitomize the eternally flawed temptress who makes the aforementioned hero realize that the girl next door is the one he really wants? 


WADE: No, Kim...you were more than that. So much more. And what we had was equally critical and significant. It's just... 


KIM: What? 


WADE: It's just over. 


Kim nods, a regretful acceptance. Their conversation effectively over, Wade looks around for Sammy. She's nowhere to be found. He looks at Kim, wanting to go. 


KIM: It's all right. You can go look for her. 


WADE: (meaning it) Thanks Kim. 


He takes off, and Kim watches him go. 


int. hallway - night 


Wade emerges from the dance, looking for Sammy. He's shocked at what he sees. 


ANOTHER ANGLE 


Sammy is locked in an embrace -- kissing Hank. When she notices Wade, she stops abruptly. Wade takes off. Sammy chases after him. 


ext. parking lot - nigHT 


Sammy chases Wade outside. He's nowhere to be found. 


ext. high school - day 


The next day, at school. Sammy sees Wade, approaches him. He ignores her. She finally catches up. 


SAMMY: Wade. Hey, Wade. Why are you running from me? 


WADE: Cause for the first time in fifteen years, you're the last person I wanna see. 


He keeps walking. She follows him a few more steps. 


SAMMY: (angry) At least let me explain. 


WADE: (wounded) What purpose can it possibly serve? You kissed another guy, in my mind there's absolutely, unequivocally nothing left to say -- EVER! 


SAMMY: (even more angry) You don't even want to know why, do you? You're not even listening. 


WADE: There is no justifiable reason why the girl who supposedly spent her entire life pretending I was the only thing that mattered threw it all away for a thirty second cheap thrill! 


They both begin to notice the crowd that has begun forming around them. It's embarrassing. They lower their voices. 


SAMMY: It was a mistake, all right. An error in judgment. Don't turn this into some overdramatic theatrical spectacle! 


WADE: Don't try to turn this around and make this my fault. 


SAMMY: I'm sorry, okay. I'm really sorry. Can we get past this? 


WADE: That's all you can say? You're sorry? 


SAMMY: What else do you want me to say? 


WADE: Nothing. You've said enough. 


And with that, he walks away, leaving her standing alone. 


int. wade's room - night 


Wade sits at his computer, trying to get some work done. Frustrated. Restless. 


CU on Wade. 


He's exhausted. He hasn't been sleeping. He stares at the screen, deletes a huge chunk of text. He looks at the window, dejected. He tries to type, but he's too wound up. Finally, he makes a decision, gets up and climbs out the window. 


int. kim's room - night 


Stealthily her bed, sleeping. Wade climbs into bed with her and she awakens with a start. 


KIM: Wade! Are you- 


WADE: Shh. Can we just not talk. For once in my overly articulate existence, I don't want to say another word. 


KIM: We don't have to say anything, Wade. We don't have to say anything at all. 

And with that, they melt into each other's arms, kissing passionately as they begin to make love... 


ext. wade's house - night 


Sammy creeps up the ladder and pokes her head into Wade's room. 


int. wade's room - night 


Sammy climbs in the window. 


SAMMY: Wade? Are you there? 


But she hears no response. Realizing he's not home, Sammy makes her way to his bed, and sits for a minute. She picks up the stuffed Chewbacca and smiles at it before getting up, moving towards the window, and exiting. 


int. creekside high - day 


The next morning, Sammy is at her locker, when Hank approaches her. 


HANK: Hey, Sammy, how're you doing? 


SAMMY: I need a naked man. 


HANK: That's a non sequitur. 


SAMMY: For my art project. I have to draw a naked guy, and I missed the class when the model was there. 


HANK: I'll do it. 


SAMMY: Nah, that's okay. I mean, I guess I'll just ask Wade to do it. I mean, things are kind of weird between us right now. 


HANK: I'm sorry,I guess that's probably my fault. 


SAMMY: It's not your fault, Hank. You understood , you listened to me, you wanted to talk about me, you understood. And that kiss..well, even though it shouldn't have happened, I'm glad it did. It was just a kiss In time I think Wade will understand. 


HANK: And in the mean time, you're still going to ask him to pose naked for you? 


SAMMY: I guess, I mean, it's weird, but, I mean, we've known each other forever... I've seen him naked before. 


HANK: Well, from what I hear, you're not the only one. 


SAMMY: What do you mean? 


As they talk, Kim and Wade pass by at the other end of the hall. 


HANK: Don't look now, but word all over school is that those two were adding a new notch to Kim's notorious bedpost. 


Kim looks directly at Sammy, and Sammy instantly knows it's true. 


SAMMY: I have to go. 


She takes off, just as Wade notices the situation. 


WADE: Sammy... 


He takes off after her. 


int. wade's room - night 


It's late. Wade enters, defeated, opens his closet door to find Sammy sitting there. 


WADE: Sammy, I am so sorry you had to find out about me and Kim that way... 


SAMMY: So, it's true. 


Wade doesn't say anything. His silence says it all. 


SAMMY: (cont'd) Well, I guess now I don't have to wonder any more if we'd be each others' firsts. 


WADE: I thought we already weren't. 


SAMMY: What do you mean? 


WADE: Didn't you and Hank--? 


SAMMY: No! Of course not! 


WADE: I...I thought you did. 


SAMMY: Why did you? 


WADE: I don't know. 


SAMMY: That's not an answer. 


WADE: It's the only one you're gonna get. 


There's a pause. They look at each other. 


WADE: (cont'd) Sammy...I miss you. 


SAMMY: I miss you too. 


WADE: And I don't want to turn this into some incredible, maudlin Arthur Miller-esque tragic finale where the hero realizes he's been responsible for his own undoing, but I miss you. It hurts not having you around. I miss sharing things -- nothing's the same without you. I just miss being friends. 


SAMMY: I miss that too. 


WADE: And I wish there was a way to... to sort of take it from the top, you know? Go back, Rewind the tape, recapture at least some minimal percentage of our voluminous history together... 


SAMMY: We can't go back Wade. We're growing up. It happens to everyone. Even Luke Skywalker knew when it was time to leave Tatooine. 


WADE: Well, then let's not go back. Let's try to become friends again. 


SAMMY: Is that really all you want? 


Wade thinks about it. 


WADE: I think that's what we were meant to be... 


Sammy moves to the window. She's leaving. 


WADE: But, wait, Sammy... 


SAMMY: We've chased each other too many times, Wade. Unless you have anything else to say to me, it's time to let me go. 


Wade goes quiet. There's a long, painful silence, and Sammy turns to go. 


SAMMY: Good night, Wade. 


WADE: (almost inaudible) Good night. 


Sammy climbs out the window. She climbs down the ladder and into her rowboat. Wade watches out the window..."if only..." And without looking back, Sammy rows away.