WORK IT 18.8.10 Alison Peck
WORK IT Written by Alison Peck 8.10.18 STX Entertainment Alloy Entertainment AK Worldwide Prods FADE IN: OVER CREDITS: CLOSE UP of DANCERS’ FEET as they STOMP the pavement while an upbeat, hip hop BANGER picks up. Rhythmically, fast. Bursting with style. Now we see other FEET on a STAGE. They SPIN, they SLIDE, they STOMP in unison. Mesmerizing. And then, BOOM. Girl’s feet-- A pair of plain white Keds move down a hallway. Passing by much cooler kicks belonging to much cooler people. We’re in-- INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY The feet move across the dirty floor, passing backpacks, lockers. And we PULL BACK TO REVEAL-- The lovely face of QUINN ACKERMAN, 18, the one wearing those Keds. Big glasses, vintage baggy Stanford sweater. Her vibe is intense-phD-student-working-on-her-dissertation. Out-of- place in high school. A modern Brat Pack Molly Ringwald, a post-Millennial Annie Hall. The most interesting person here, but no one knows it yet. SOME DUDE is horse-playing, doesn’t see Quinn, and BODY-SLAMS into her. She SMASHES into the lockers, FALLS to the floor, GROANS-- “what the fuck?” QUINN Come on, man! SOME DUDE Eat my dick, Einstein! QUINN I’d have to find it first! As she collects her fallen books, ANOTHER STUDENT shoots a look in her direction. QUINN (CONT’D) I know, I know. I shouldn’t emasculate... Though then again, why’s it my responsibility as a woman to protect a man’s fragile masculinity-- 2. ANOTHER STUDENT --You’re blocking my shit.
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