Duggan pulls his beat up Toyota Corolla into his reserved
parking space at the school.
As he approaches the main entrance, students and teachers
alike point and giggle as they whisper to each other.
Duggan, confused, lashes out at a nearby student.
DUGGAN
What's so funny?
The student dashes away. Others do the same.
Duggan barges into his office, the sound of laughter filling
the hallway behind him.
Izzy ignores Duggan as she files paperwork.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(under his breath)
Stupid kids. Scum sucking low --
(notices Izzy)
Why are you here?
IZZY
I volunteer here on...
But Duggan's already into his office.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (O.S.)
What the...? BLOOM!
Izzy smiles broadly, then wipes it clean as she steps into
Duggan's office.
IZZY
Yes, sir?
IN DUGGAN'S OFFICE
The office is empty. Desk, gone. Filing cabinets, gone.
Everything, well except for the nerd memorabilia.
They're lined up on the floor. On one side, the good guys:
Chewbacca, the Star Trek Enterprise, Harry Potter.
On the other, the Death Star, Voldemort, Sauron.
The difference - the Good Guys stand upright over the Bad
Guys, who lay prone on the floor.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Who did this? WHO DID THIS?
Izzy can only shrug. Duggan trembles with rage. He rushes out
to the hallway.
Duggan looks up and down the hall. Students gawk at him, then
duck their heads as they walk by.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Get to class! Now!
COACH BIVINS, 45, the head football coach and a fireplug of a
man, saunters up to Duggan.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (CONT’D)
What do you want?
COACH BIVINS
Any reason your office is all over
my football field?
Duggan stares at him for a moment, then takes off running
frantically down the hall.
Duggan, out of breath, runs onto the football field. There,
at midfield, is Duggan's desk and filing cabinets. His phone
and computer sit on the desk.
Sitting in the chair behind the desk is a provocative female
blow-up doll with Duggan's picture stuck on the doll's face.
A sign hangs from the desk: "RYAN HIGH WAS HERE"
Coach Bivins walks up next to a still-heaving Duggan.
COACH BIVINS
That just ain't right. I'll bet you
look much better in a bikini than
she does.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(through clinched teeth)
Drumhouse!
Duggan sits at Killer's old desk, frantically trying to find
security camera tapes from the previous night.
All he sees is a recurring loop of the Janitor dancing down a
hallway with a large wastebasket. He SLAMS the keyboard on
the desk.
Duggan darts into the hallway, where he spots Charlie next to
his locker.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
DRUMHOUSE!
Charlie maintains a poker face as Duggan approaches.
CHARLIE
Hey, Principal Duggan. What’s
wrong? You seem upset.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Don’t be coy with me, kid. You did
this! Admit it!
At that point, the Janitor strolls by, headphones on,
singing. He pushes Duggan's chair, the blow-up doll intact
with Duggan's picture on it.
JANITOR
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Duggan angrily snatches the picture off the doll.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(to Janitor)
Get this out of here, you moron!
(waves the picture)
I know you and your buddies were
behind this.
CHARLIE
Behind what?
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
You want to keep trying me, don't
you? You got Killer fired with your
antics and you just keep poking the
tiger. Well, I have news for you,
kid. This tiger isn't afraid to
bite back. If I find out you had
anything to do with this, I'll
suspend you and your rabble-rousing
friends from school for the rest of
the year. Are we clear?
Charlie is as calm as can be.
CHARLIE
Sure. Can I go now?
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Mister, you can go straight--
A pair of TEACHERS walk by.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (CONT’D)
--Back to your classroom. I've got
my eye on you, Drumhouse.
Charlie calmly walks away.
Killer watches a war movie on the TV, but his attention is
elsewhere. He sips on a beer, lets his focus move to the
pictures on the wall.
The reverie is shaken by the CHIME of the doorbell.
As he opens the door, the wistfulness turns to pleasure as he
sees Charlie on the other side.
KILLER
Hey, kid. Come on in.
Charlie walks in, holding his phone.
KILLER (CONT’D)
Well? How'd it go?
Charlie flicks through his phone. Hands it to Killer.
Killer laughs at what he sees: a selfie of Squeal Team Six
gathered around the chair with the blow-up doll, mugging for
the camera.
CHARLIE
There's more pictures there, but I
thought you'd appreciate that one.
KILLER
I’ll be damned. I can't believe it.
CHARLIE
Duggan’s threatening to suspend me
from school for the entire year.
Killer's bemusement is gone. The scowl returns.
KILLER
Figures.
CHARLIE
I'm not worried. And I talked with
my mom. She spoke with her boss,
and he wants to meet with you.
Killer actually looks touched. Charlie went to bat for him.
KILLER
Seriously?
CHARLIE
Yeah. So we had a deal, right?
Charlie smirks. Killer knows he has no choice.
The team surrounds the table with Calista's layout. Everyone
is in a particularly good mood after their success with
Duggan's office. Even Killer isn't wearing his usual scowl.
KILLER
Well, you did it. I have to admit,
I wasn't sure you could pull it
off, but you surprised me. Very
proud of you guys. But that was a
walk in the park compared with what
you're facing tonight. If you
aren't feeling it, or anxious, or
just plain scared, then speak now.
No one speaks up. The mood turns intense, focused.
KILLER (CONT’D)
So we're good? Cause we're on a
tight schedule here.
(off their nods)
Let's go over the plan one last
time. From the beginning--
Killer points to various places on the map as he goes.
KILLER (CONT’D)
One.
EVERYONE
Everyone but Trekkie is on the run.
KILLER
Two.
EVERYONE
Trekkie sends up the drone to get a
good view.
KILLER
Three.
EVERYONE
We all enter by the big oak tree.
KILLER
Four...
As they continue to go through the steps to their operation,
the music builds up, reaches a crescendo as we SMASH CUT to:
Killer drives. It's a cool, moonless night. Darkness covers
the countryside. Nothing to make out except the headlights
from the vehicle.
The truck pulls a large trailer, designed for carrying
livestock. It's currently empty, but hopefully not for long.
Trekkie sits with a laptop in the passenger seat.
The rest of STS shiver silently in the bed of the truck. The
team is focused on the task ahead.
Killer pulls the truck/trailer over to the side of road next
to a grove of pine trees. He gets out and addresses the team.
KILLER
Ready?
Thumbs up from the team members. They climb out of the back.
KILLER (CONT’D)
Remember: Don't deviate from the
plan unless I tell you. If things
get out of control, bail out. You
can always try again next year.
(beat)
Good luck. I'll see you shortly.
Snacks pulls a drone from the truck and powers it up. He
maneuvers it with the ease of someone playing a video game.
The drone follows the team as they walk to the party. Trekkie
watch the captured video on his laptop.
CHARLIE
Masks on.
Masks go on. Charlie is a ninja. Izzy wears a goalie mask, a
la Jason from "Friday the 13th."
Toots has on a space helmet. Emo, a Kansas City Chiefs
football helmet with a dark visor that covers the top part of
his face. Calista puts on the Mask from "The Mask."
They all wear their Ryan High shirts from before.
Izzy adjusts a mic under her mask.
IZZY
Radio check. Killer, you copy?
KILLER (V.O.)
Copy that. Everyone sound off.
EMO
Emo copy.
CHARLIE
Charlie good.
TOOTS
Toots good to go.
CALISTA
(sing-songy)
Calista READY!!
Killer lets out a clearly audible sigh.
Benny leads the Jets quietly through rows and rows of corn.
Unlike Squeal Team Six, they’re dressed as a team: each one a
Star Wars shadow trooper, in black from head to toe.
Benny, true to form, is dressed as Darth Vader. Like Vader,
he walks with a purpose, sensing the mission ahead of him.
As they reach the edge of the corn field, the party opens up
before them: loud, boisterous, full of costumed students.
Benny scans the barnyard. His eyes settle on the hog pen in
the distance -- and the three guards posted outside it.
BENNY
There. Goth, Hobbit -- take the far
side of the barn. Make noise, draw
those guards away from the pen.
Give us a minute, then fall back.
GOTH GEEK
And if the guards don’t move?
BENNY
Then improvise. If you have the
aptitude for it.
Goth Geek grimaces. Benny turns to the others.
BENNY (CONT’D)
Jedi, Princess, with me. We
approach the pen from the rear
while the Guards are distracted.
JEDI
What about Charles and--
BENNY
No surprise, but they’re nowhere to
be found... remember, no one acts
until my command.
They step out of the cornfield unnoticed by the partygoers.
— ⑩
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING LOT - MORNING
Duggan pulls his beat up Toyota Corolla into his reserved
parking space at the school.
As he approaches the main entrance, students and teachers
alike point and giggle as they whisper to each other.
Duggan, confused, lashes out at a nearby student.
DUGGAN
What's so funny?
The student dashes away. Others do the same.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - MORNING
Duggan barges into his office, the sound of laughter filling
the hallway behind him.
Izzy ignores Duggan as she files paperwork.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(under his breath)
Stupid kids. Scum sucking low --
(notices Izzy)
Why are you here?
IZZY
I volunteer here on...
But Duggan's already into his office.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (O.S.)
What the...? BLOOM!
Izzy smiles broadly, then wipes it clean as she steps into
Duggan's office.
IZZY
Yes, sir?
IN DUGGAN'S OFFICE
The office is empty. Desk, gone. Filing cabinets, gone.
Everything, well except for the nerd memorabilia.
They're lined up on the floor. On one side, the good guys:
Chewbacca, the Star Trek Enterprise, Harry Potter.
On the other, the Death Star, Voldemort, Sauron.
The difference - the Good Guys stand upright over the Bad
Guys, who lay prone on the floor.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Who did this? WHO DID THIS?
Izzy can only shrug. Duggan trembles with rage. He rushes out
to the hallway.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - MORNING
Duggan looks up and down the hall. Students gawk at him, then
duck their heads as they walk by.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Get to class! Now!
COACH BIVINS, 45, the head football coach and a fireplug of a
man, saunters up to Duggan.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (CONT’D)
What do you want?
COACH BIVINS
Any reason your office is all over
my football field?
Duggan stares at him for a moment, then takes off running
frantically down the hall.
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - FOOTBALL FIELD - MORNING
Duggan, out of breath, runs onto the football field. There,
at midfield, is Duggan's desk and filing cabinets. His phone
and computer sit on the desk.
Sitting in the chair behind the desk is a provocative female
blow-up doll with Duggan's picture stuck on the doll's face.
A sign hangs from the desk: "RYAN HIGH WAS HERE"
Coach Bivins walks up next to a still-heaving Duggan.
COACH BIVINS
That just ain't right. I'll bet you
look much better in a bikini than
she does.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(through clinched teeth)
Drumhouse!
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - SECURITY OFFICE - MORNING
Duggan sits at Killer's old desk, frantically trying to find
security camera tapes from the previous night.
All he sees is a recurring loop of the Janitor dancing down a
hallway with a large wastebasket. He SLAMS the keyboard on
the desk.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - MORNING
Duggan darts into the hallway, where he spots Charlie next to
his locker.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
DRUMHOUSE!
Charlie maintains a poker face as Duggan approaches.
CHARLIE
Hey, Principal Duggan. What’s
wrong? You seem upset.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Don’t be coy with me, kid. You did
this! Admit it!
At that point, the Janitor strolls by, headphones on,
singing. He pushes Duggan's chair, the blow-up doll intact
with Duggan's picture on it.
JANITOR
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Duggan angrily snatches the picture off the doll.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
(to Janitor)
Get this out of here, you moron!
(waves the picture)
I know you and your buddies were
behind this.
CHARLIE
Behind what?
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
You want to keep trying me, don't
you? You got Killer fired with your
antics and you just keep poking the
tiger. Well, I have news for you,
kid. This tiger isn't afraid to
bite back. If I find out you had
anything to do with this, I'll
suspend you and your rabble-rousing
friends from school for the rest of
the year. Are we clear?
Charlie is as calm as can be.
CHARLIE
Sure. Can I go now?
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN
Mister, you can go straight--
A pair of TEACHERS walk by.
PRINCIPAL DUGGAN (CONT’D)
--Back to your classroom. I've got
my eye on you, Drumhouse.
Charlie calmly walks away.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Killer watches a war movie on the TV, but his attention is
elsewhere. He sips on a beer, lets his focus move to the
pictures on the wall.
The reverie is shaken by the CHIME of the doorbell.
As he opens the door, the wistfulness turns to pleasure as he
sees Charlie on the other side.
KILLER
Hey, kid. Come on in.
Charlie walks in, holding his phone.
KILLER (CONT’D)
Well? How'd it go?
Charlie flicks through his phone. Hands it to Killer.
Killer laughs at what he sees: a selfie of Squeal Team Six
gathered around the chair with the blow-up doll, mugging for
the camera.
CHARLIE
There's more pictures there, but I
thought you'd appreciate that one.
KILLER
I’ll be damned. I can't believe it.
CHARLIE
Duggan’s threatening to suspend me
from school for the entire year.
Killer's bemusement is gone. The scowl returns.
KILLER
Figures.
CHARLIE
I'm not worried. And I talked with
my mom. She spoke with her boss,
and he wants to meet with you.
Killer actually looks touched. Charlie went to bat for him.
KILLER
Seriously?
CHARLIE
Yeah. So we had a deal, right?
Charlie smirks. Killer knows he has no choice.
INT. CHARLIE'S RESIDENCE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
The team surrounds the table with Calista's layout. Everyone
is in a particularly good mood after their success with
Duggan's office. Even Killer isn't wearing his usual scowl.
KILLER
Well, you did it. I have to admit,
I wasn't sure you could pull it
off, but you surprised me. Very
proud of you guys. But that was a
walk in the park compared with what
you're facing tonight. If you
aren't feeling it, or anxious, or
just plain scared, then speak now.
No one speaks up. The mood turns intense, focused.
KILLER (CONT’D)
So we're good? Cause we're on a
tight schedule here.
(off their nods)
Let's go over the plan one last
time. From the beginning--
Killer points to various places on the map as he goes.
KILLER (CONT’D)
One.
EVERYONE
Everyone but Trekkie is on the run.
KILLER
Two.
EVERYONE
Trekkie sends up the drone to get a
good view.
KILLER
Three.
EVERYONE
We all enter by the big oak tree.
KILLER
Four...
As they continue to go through the steps to their operation,
the music builds up, reaches a crescendo as we SMASH CUT to:
INT./EXT. RURAL ROAD - FORD F150 (MOVING) - NIGHT
Killer drives. It's a cool, moonless night. Darkness covers
the countryside. Nothing to make out except the headlights
from the vehicle.
The truck pulls a large trailer, designed for carrying
livestock. It's currently empty, but hopefully not for long.
Trekkie sits with a laptop in the passenger seat.
The rest of STS shiver silently in the bed of the truck. The
team is focused on the task ahead.
Killer pulls the truck/trailer over to the side of road next
to a grove of pine trees. He gets out and addresses the team.
KILLER
Ready?
Thumbs up from the team members. They climb out of the back.
KILLER (CONT’D)
Remember: Don't deviate from the
plan unless I tell you. If things
get out of control, bail out. You
can always try again next year.
(beat)
Good luck. I'll see you shortly.
Snacks pulls a drone from the truck and powers it up. He
maneuvers it with the ease of someone playing a video game.
The drone follows the team as they walk to the party. Trekkie
watch the captured video on his laptop.
CHARLIE
Masks on.
Masks go on. Charlie is a ninja. Izzy wears a goalie mask, a
la Jason from "Friday the 13th."
Toots has on a space helmet. Emo, a Kansas City Chiefs
football helmet with a dark visor that covers the top part of
his face. Calista puts on the Mask from "The Mask."
They all wear their Ryan High shirts from before.
Izzy adjusts a mic under her mask.
IZZY
Radio check. Killer, you copy?
KILLER (V.O.)
Copy that. Everyone sound off.
EMO
Emo copy.
CHARLIE
Charlie good.
TOOTS
Toots good to go.
CALISTA
(sing-songy)
Calista READY!!
Killer lets out a clearly audible sigh.
EXT. FARM - CORN FIELDS - NIGHT
Benny leads the Jets quietly through rows and rows of corn.
Unlike Squeal Team Six, they’re dressed as a team: each one a
Star Wars shadow trooper, in black from head to toe.
Benny, true to form, is dressed as Darth Vader. Like Vader,
he walks with a purpose, sensing the mission ahead of him.
As they reach the edge of the corn field, the party opens up
before them: loud, boisterous, full of costumed students.
Benny scans the barnyard. His eyes settle on the hog pen in
the distance -- and the three guards posted outside it.
BENNY
There. Goth, Hobbit -- take the far
side of the barn. Make noise, draw
those guards away from the pen.
Give us a minute, then fall back.
GOTH GEEK
And if the guards don’t move?
BENNY
Then improvise. If you have the
aptitude for it.
Goth Geek grimaces. Benny turns to the others.
BENNY (CONT’D)
Jedi, Princess, with me. We
approach the pen from the rear
while the Guards are distracted.
JEDI
What about Charles and--
BENNY
No surprise, but they’re nowhere to
be found... remember, no one acts
until my command.
They step out of the cornfield unnoticed by the partygoers.