Int, staircase landing - continuous

SEAN

ASHLEIGH

SEAN

ASHLEIGH

SEAN

GUY

ASHLEIGH

154,

SEAN

GIRL

ASHLEIGH

GUY

GIRL

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

UT TO

INT. SORORITY HOUSE - NIGHT

It's dark but we can make out people dancing. The place is

packed.

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

while.

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.

Alright!

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

talking,

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.

- ASHLEIGH

Sean. Stop. Something's going on

downstairs,

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--

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