INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
INT. SORORITY HOUSE - NIGHT
It's dark but we can make out people dancing. The place is
We hear the thumping music from the party. SEAN's in there
with a couple of guys, ASHLEIGH and another GIRL. SEAN's got
his cell phone out and will snap a picture every once in a
I can't find a mirror.
Do it on anything. You can use a CD.
Do it off this.
ASHLEIGH's sat on the bed and unbuttoned her top so that she's
in just a bra. She's offering her chest as a surface off of
which to snort cocaine.
The GIRL taps out some coke from a vial onto ASHLEIGH's chest
and starts passing around a rolled up 20-dollar bill for
everyone to have a turn and she herself will unbutton her
shirt too for the same purpose. All this while SEAN is
The next transformative development? A
picture sharing application. A place
where you view pictures that coincide
with your social life. It is the
true... digitalization of real life. You
don't just go to a party anymore, you go
to a party with your digital camera and
your friends relive the party on
Facebook. And tagging. The idea that you
could tag anyone you wanted in those
pictures so that people could find
themselves. Then a digital log of every
change in a person's life, broadcast to
all their friends instantaneously.
Would this be easier without the bra?
It's worth finding out.
The girls start happily slipping off their bras--
I've spent hours--
Why has the music stopped?
I've spent hours watching what people do
when they log on.
Seriously, why has the music stopped?
ASHLEIGH has a point. The music stopped in the addle of
SEAN's speech and the sound outside from the party just
doesn't sound like a party anymore.
flow they always checked their friends'
status updates, checked to see which of
their friends had changed their profiles,
changed their photos and mostly...We
lived on farms, then we lived in cities
and now we're gonna live on the internet.
Sean. Stop. Something's going on
SEAN stops talking-he senses it too now.
SEAN walks out of the room to the--
And out the window he sees a fleet of police cars with their
lights flashing parked in front of the house. Then before he
can react, the front door flies open--
POLICE with flashlights walk in--the beams of light streaking
across the darkened party floor and the faces..
We HEAR muffled murmurs from the cops of "party's over" and
"step to the side" and "nobody's leaving just yet", etc.
SEAN bolts back into--