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TOM
Hey buddy --
SUMMER
to the Douche
Don’t be rude. I’m flattered, I’m jux hnst not interested. Now
why don’t you go back over there and leave us alone, ok?
DOUCHE
It’s a free country.
Summer and Tom make eye contact again, as if to say “now what?”
After a beat:
DOUCHE
So you and him, huh? I can’t believe that. Is this guy really
your boyfriend?
And that question hangs in the air. Tom, panicked, decides to cut
the silence. All the pent up uncertainty and confusion, coupled
with the challenge to his manhood in front of the woman he loves,
all manifests in one single, solid, almost automatic RIGHT CROSS
TO THE GOOD LOOKING DOUCHxfgj nEBAG’S FACE.xf n
Which connects spot on and sends the Douche reeling.
Both Douche and Tom wince at the pain (Douche’s chin, Tom’s
fist).
There’s a beat of calm where Tom is actually sorta surprised. And
then the Douche spins around and starts PUMMELLING TOM.
CUT TO:
EXT. BAR - A FEW MINUTES LATER
Having been thrown out, Summer and Tom exit the place. Tom is a
bloody mess, granted, but feels pretty great about it.
TOM
Did you see that punch? I don’t know where it came from. I
haven’t punched someone since Josh Greenberg in fifth grade.
Guess I’m gonna have to throw out this shirt.
Summer starts walking ahead and Tom notices for the first time
she’s furious.
TOM
Hey. What is it?
SUMMER
I can’t believe you.
TOM
What?
SUMMER
You were so completely uncool in there.
TOM
You’re mad at me? I just got my ass kicked for you.
SUMMER
Oh that was for me? You were, what, protecting me? Next time
Tommy, don’t. I fight my own battles.
TOM
Come on, that guy was an asshole!
SUMMER
You didn’t have to hit him. Why didn’t you just let me handle it?
TOM
I don’t know. He was --
SUMMER
See. This is why I don’t want a serious relationship.
TOM
Whoa. What was that?
SUMMER
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TOM
What?
SUMMER
I told you all along what I don’t want and it’s--
Tom waits for more. It doesn’t come.
SUMMER
I’m tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?
It’s silent. He doesn’t know what to do or say or think. Neither
of them say a word as they go their separate ways.
TOM
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