Notes: (Re-edited and re-uploaded September 2010)
Guest Cast:
Mr. Osbourne: Erick Avari
Art Fleischer: Brett Cullen
Rick Doyle: Robert Harper
Matt Watley: Devon Gummersall
Jaycee: Eliza Dushku
Reyanna: Kristanna Loken
Formatting: The main differences between the way the episodes are presented here and true script format are that on this website, everything is left-justified, while script format has specific block-margins for dialog, etc., and that scripts are still traditionally printed in Courier (monospace) font. These episodes are also available on my Popular website (link is in my info) if you would like to read them as though they were printed scripts.
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POPULAR: SENIOR YEAR
SHOULD AULD AQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT?
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. BROOKE'S BEDROOM - DAY
Brooke is sitting on the edge of her bed, looking morose, while
Harrison paces back and forth in front of her, looking even more
morose.
BROOKE
Will you at least tell me what's
wrong?
HARRISON
(snappish)
I don't know. It just seems like—
like it's not working.
BROOKE
What? What's not working?
HARRISON
(shrugs)
Us.
BROOKE
Us? How are we not working?
HARRISON
I don't know.
By this time Brooke is feeling a little annoyed herself.
BROOKE
You don't know. Oh, that's very
insightful, Harrison.
Harrison stops and turns to face her.
HARRISON
Don't you feel it, too?
BROOKE
(earnestly)
No!
Harrison resumes his pacing.
HARRISON
It just feels...old.
Brooke's eyebrow goes sky-high.
BROOKE
OLD?
HARRISON
What I mean is— It's almost New
Year's. Tomorrow's New Year's
Eve. It just—it's the whole
concept: "New." "Year's." A new
year. It feels like it should be
this whole grand beginning of
something. Us...it feels like
we're stuck—
BROOKE
(deadly)
Harrison, if you say we're stuck
in a rut, I swear I'll slap you
into next year right here and now.
Harrison sits down next to Brooke.
HARRISON
Admit it—we didn't exactly have the
most joyous Christmas.
BROOKE
Yeah, but that was because of the
malevolent spirit of Sam McPherson,
not because of US.
HARRISON
Come on, Brooke—
BROOKE
I'm sorry. I'm trying to be
understanding—
Suddenly Brooke leaps off the bed and throws her hands up.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
You know what? I'm NOT sorry, and
I'm tired of trying to be
understanding! Okay, I get it, we
hurt her, I acknowledge that. But
I don't see why that should mean
she gets to keep hurting us back
forever.
HARRISON
Keep— Brooke, she didn't even DO
anything!
Brooke's eyes narrow at him.
BROOKE
Oh, you bet she did something,
with that stupid little Christmas
ornament, all guilt-tripping
everyone over her being the
missing prodigal runaway daughter,
and everyone trying to be cheery—
HARRISON
(breaking in)
You are making so little sense
it's scary.
BROOKE
You know what I mean!
HARRISON
Trust me, Brooke, I'm clueless.
She shoots an "obviously" glance at him.
BROOKE
Still think we're stuck in a rut?
HARRISON
No, I'd say we've gone right off
the road and into the ditch.
BROOKE
So, is that better?
HARRISON
No! I don't understand how you
can be so cavelier about this!
BROOKE
Well, excuse me for not thinking
there's a problem—except for SAM!
HARRISON
I know what the problem is!
You're jealous of Sam!
Brooke's mouth drops open.
WHITE OUT.
END OF TEASER
