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21 JUMPSTREET
Episode One: In Excess
Scenes of a large group of teenagers at a party, drinking large amounts of alcohol and some drug using. Lots of laughing, loud talking, loud music—general chaos. Cut to shot of next morning, girl (SAMANTHA RHODES) lying face down in the street.
OPENING CREDITS
INSIDE JUMPSTREET CHAPEL. IOKI and PENHALL are playing darts. HANSON sits in a corner filling out some paper work.
IOKI: Hey man! You cheated!
PENHALL: How can I cheat at darts with you standin' right there?
HANSON: He's got a point you know
IOKI: (to HANSON) I don't know how, but somehow, he cheated! Nobody gets three bulls-eyes in a row! It's not possible!
PENHALL: Uh, yea. Apparently it is.
HANSON: Easy, luck
PENHALL: Skill
HANSON: Luck
PENHALL: All skill, baby
HANSON: (shuts notebook) All right then (stands up and walks over to PENHALL and IOKI) prove it. Prove your mad skill
IOKI: Baby
PENHALL: All right, I will (walks over to dart board and grabs the darts out of the center. Walks back) Watch and learn, boys (readies to throw dart)
(LAMPTON walks in)
LAMPTON: (loudly, as PENHALL throws dart) Hello?
(HOFFS walks in just as dart sails past her head)
HOFFS: Hey! Watch it Penhall!
IOKI: (smugly) all skill, right?
PENHALL: (pointing at LAMPTON) She interrupted me! Not fair! I call a do-over!
HANSON: But, a man with talent such as yours shouldn't need a do-over. (Walks over to LAMPTON. Places hands on shoulders) He would not have even been bothered by this lovely young lady and made the shot. Right Iok?
IOKI: I'd testify to that
HANSON: (Lifting hands off LAMPTON'S shoulders) I rest my case.
HOFFS: You do realize that after all of that, you still haven't figured out who this girl is and why she is here. Which is more important then if Penhall cheated or not.
PENHALL: (to IOKI) Spoilsport
HOFFS: (Walks over to LAMPTON) Hi, I'm Judy Hoffs (they shake hands)
LAMPTON: Priss Lampton. I was just transferred here. I need to check in with Captain Fuller. Do any of you guys know where I might be able to find him?
IOKI: Yeah, hang on a sec there (yelling) Hey! Captain Fuller! (to LAMPTON) He should be here any minute. I'm Harry Ioki.
LAMPTON: Pleasure. But are you sure I can't go and find him? I'd rather him now that I'm here now. On time. Because on future dates when I am late more frequently, I'd like to have a date that I could refer back to for my timeliness.
PENHALL: Eh, I come in late all the time. It's no big deal. Doug Penhall, nice to meet ya. (Pauses, then motions towards LAMPTON'S hair) Nice hair. Pink, it's a, a great color for you. Suits your coloring.
LAMPTON: Thanks, but ah
HOFFS: Don't worry about it. And, we're sorry about the mess, we just re-established the program, we're still working on cleaning up the place.
HANSON: (waves to LAMPTON) I'm Tom Hanson, by the way (walks back over to notebook sitting in corner. Takes a seat and begins writing again)
PENHALL: You got a test or somethin' tomorrow, Hanson?
HANSON: No
PENHALL: Then what's with the notes?
HANSON: They're for my last case. I'm putting together a report. Ever heard of it?
PENHALL: I might've
(FULLER enters)
FULLER: You called?
IOKI: (points to LAMPTON) Your new recruit, boss
FULLER: Oh, you must be Priscilla Lampton. Your old captain told me you were coming down.
LAMPTON: You knew Captain Teets?
FULLER: Of course. I know all the Captains. We have a club.
LAMPTON: Oh
FULLER: I'm kidding
LAMPTON: (Unconvincingly) Oh, I knew
FULLER: Sure thing. Anyways, I'm sure you've met everyone and have heard that we're currently doing some remodeling. Everything should be up and about in about a week or so. Your desk is that one right over there next to Hanson's (points to old, dusty desk)
LAMPTON: Thanks
FULLER: Now that's were done with all the introductions, let's get to it then. (Motions towards conference table)
(PENHALL, HANSON, IOKI, HOFFS, and LAMPTON take seats at the conference table)
FULLER: All right, here we go, kiddies. I need the break down of the situation over at Amherst, Penhall? How goes the Jones boys?
PENHALL: Dull. Dull. Dull. Dull.
HOFFS: Still nothing?
PENHALL: Last night they showed me their chemistry project. One of 'em erupting volcanoes, y'know.
HANSON: I made one of those in second grade. How old are these kids?
PENHALL: Seventeen. But not to bright. I don't know, it might have something to do with the massive amounts of drugs they've been trafficking and huffing.
IOKI: That'd do it.
FULLER: All right, all right, all right. Just stick to those boys for now, Penhall, they are our best bet. But you might also wanna keep an eye out for alternative suspects as well. (to HOFFS and IOKI) And what about Greenwood? Any exciting new developments happening?
HOFFS: Mary Limpton invited me to her party tonight. Figured I might stop by and try and scope out some new leads. Limpton sure hasn't given me much.
IOKI: Yeah, same goes for Karl Birch. The kid's definitely taking steroids, but I don't think he knows that he is. I'm hoping to get a little closer to his coach, y'know, watch what he tells Karl and stuff. My theory is that the coach is slipping him the goods.
FULLER: Do Limpton and Birch share the same coach?
HOFFS: Yeah. John Smith.
PENHALL: John Smith? Don't you think that could be an alias?
IOKI: Yea, we did. But we checked it out awhile ago. He really is a John Smith.
FULLER: Any record?
HOFFS: (shakes head) Not really. Got a traffic ticket once for speeding, but seeing as how our very own Penhall has gotten about five of those, I don't think that's much to go on.
FULLER: All right, all right. Ioki, why don't you try out that coach angle, as well as go to the party tonight with Hoffs to scope out new angles. Sound good?
HOFFS: Sure thing, boss. We'll even save ya some pizza
FULLER: That's my girl. (to LAMPTON) All right, Priscilla my dear, time to get you acquainted with out little program here.
LAMPTON: Yes, sir, I was wondering exactly what role I would be playing in this. My previous captain said that this program sends young-looking officers in as, and please tell me if I'm wrong, high school students?
FULLER: Bingo
LAMPTON: So I'll be going back to high school
PENHALL: The girl's a certified genius!
IOKI: She should get some kind of award for that statement. Mind boggling.
HOFFS: Hey, guys. She's new. And there's no such thing as a dumb question
HANSON: Actually, I think she just proved you wrong, Hoffs.
FULLER: (to PENHALL, HANSON, and IOKI) Hey, Lampton's new. She's allowed a few stupid questions. (to LAMPTON) Yes, Lampton, you will be going back to high school. Occupational hazard.
PENHALL: But at least you have the right look, right Hanson?
HANSON: Is it such a problem that I dress my age?
PENHALL: You're twenty-three, not dead.
(HANSON gives PENHALL a look)
FULLER: Your look is fine. But you have to get back into a teenage mindset. Now I know Captain Jenko was a master at training you guys for it, but I, however, never stayed in touch with my inner teenager. So, I'll leave you guys to take Lampton here under your wings and show her a thing or two.
HOFFS: I'd be glad to show her a thing or two
FULLER: (to HOFFS) That'd be great, Judy.
HOFFS: No problem, Captain
FULLER: All right, Lampton, your hair will work out wonderfully for the case I have in mind for you, but I must warn you that sooner or later you just might have to dye it back to whatever your natural color is
HANSON: Well, you never know, Captain. She could be a natural pink-head
PENHALL: Yes, I've heard a few rare cases of that
IOKI: Ah yes, Inquirer Magazine. Good stuff in there. I think it was next to the bat boy article.
PENHALL: You read it too?
FULLER: Enough
PENHALL: I do have to ask, did you get that done or did you do it yourself?
LAMPTON: Yep, just another Friday night.
PENHALL: (smirking) You were drunk weren't you?
LAMPTON: Very much so.
PENHALL: I think I'm gonna like this girl
HOFFS: She's a girl after your own heart, isn't she?
FULLER: Oh lord, here we go
PENHALL: Ah, Hoffs. Don't be jealous. You're still my number one girl.
(HOFFS rolls her eyes and smiles)
(PENHALL smiles back)
HANSON: (coughs) On that note, (turns attention to FULLER) what's my new assignment, Captain, you said somethin' would be commin' in for me today
FULLER: Yep, I've got a dozy. I'm sure you've all heard the news about the girl's death
IOKI: From City High School, correct?
FULLER: You got it.
HANSON: Wait, we're investigating a murder?
FULLER: Yes and no. We're investigating the circumstances of Samantha Rhodes's death. Whether or not it was murder is up to you and Hanson to investigate
PENHALL: Wait, you're sending a new recruit out on a murder case?
FULLER: She worked at homicide before coming here. She's no newbie to murder cases.
HANSON: Isn't this a job for the actual homicide department?
FULLER: If you were a teen that was at a mad crazy party drinking like a fish, then the next morning, after you've recovered from your hangover, you discover that at that same exact party a girl died and the events of said party are now being blasted all over various medias. Would you be the first kid to a) say that you were at the party and be investigated by the police or b) say that you were at the party and have your parents find out that you're a mad partier?
HANSON: All right, Jumpstreet it is
FULLER: That's exactly what homicide said
HANSON: What's our story?
FULLER: Hanson, I'm glad you asked. Your name will be Tom Brown, nice and generic, and Lampton you'll be Priss Saunders. You're both transfers from Southern, with a little bit of a rap sheet, nothing much, but enough to prove that you two would party if the opportunity came up
LAMPTON: Like?
FULLER: Well, in your last school you were cited for several uses of tobacco on school grounds
IOKI: What where they smoking on the playground or something?
PENHALL: Now, that's just crazy talk. Everyone knows that you go and smoke behind the trash cans.
FULLER: And you pulled a couple of pranks together
HANSON: Like what?
FULLER: Well, one that I have listed on your transcript is that you two dyed a girl's hair bright orange while she was passed out in the bathroom
LAMPTON: How could we have possibly done that?
PENHALL: You skipped chem.
IOKI: Wanted a real world example
HANSON: So, are we friends then? Adoptive siblings? What?
FULLER: Well you're not adoptive siblings, but I think for the image you're going to want to portray, I think boyfriend and girlfriend might play it out the best
HOFFS: How so?
IOKI: Why, jealous of our new recruit all ready, Jude?
HOFFS: Harry
PENHALL: She's my number one girl. Hanson can get his own.
FULLER: Focus, would you guys?
HOFFS, IOKI, and PENHALL: Sorry, Captain
FULLER: (to HOFFS, PENHALL, and IOKI) Thank-you (to HANSON and LAMPTON) These kids party in couples. It'll be easier for you two to get accepted into their group if you are a couple.
LAMPTON: What about other angles? How are we supposed to work them if we're stuck in the party-couple group?
FULLER: I'll send everyone else in as soon as they finish up their own cases. Until then, you'll just have to listen.
HANSON: When do we go in?
FULLER: Tomorrow. We've gotta do some rush training with Lampton here, then we're gonna throw her to the lions
LAMPTON: What kind of training?
FULLER: (to LAMPTON) You're a teenager again, remember? We've got a lot of ground to cover in only a couple of hours. (to PENHALL, IOKI, and HOFFS) Well you three better get outta here. You got class.
IOKI: Aye, aye, Captain (walks out)
PENHALL: Why, Judith, may I have the pleasure of escorting you to your motor vehicle? (offers HOFFS an arm)
HOFFS: Why, I'd be honored, Douglass
(HOFFS and PENHALL link arms)
HANSON: Learn well
PENHALL: Sure thing, mommy dearest
(HOFFS and PENHALL exit)
FULLER: (to LAMPTON) I'll leave you and Hanson to get better acquainted. I want to believe that you two are a couple by the end of the day
HANSON: Never thought I hear that ever
LAMPTON: No kidding
FULLER: Welcome to Jumpstreet
THE NEXT DAY. CITY HIGH SCHOOL. HANSON drives in to the parking lot in his car accompanied by LAMPTON in the front seat. Students are hanging all around the parking lot and the front of the school. Two guys (CRESTON and MIKE) stand next to their car parked nearby HANSON and LAMPTON'S car.
CRESTON: (to MIKE) Well, lookie here, looks like we've got ourselves a new babe! Better not let your girlfriend see! (CRESTON and MIKE approach LAMPTON)
MIKE: (to LAMPTON) Hello there, beautiful. You must be new here, I'm Mike Goodspeed and this is my good buddy, Creston DeGray.
CRESTON: Well, Southern is such a large school, and if you're interested, we'd love to show you around. A girl like you could use a couple of big, strong guys around, right?
LAMPTON: Bite me
CRESTON: With pleasure
HANSON: (to LAMPTON) Hey, babe, you ready? (kisses her forehead)
LAMPTON: Of course
HANSON: (to MIKE and CRESTON) Are you finished with your little discussion here? Cause me and my girlfriend really got to get to class. First day and all.
MIKE: (backing away) Yo, dude, we didn't know she was you're girlfriend
CRESTON: Still, you might wanna watch your back
MIKE: (to CRESTON) Dude?
CRESTON: Let's just consider the fact that she might not always want to be his girlfriend. Who knows? Maybe they'll have a big fight one day, and she'll come crying to us.
LAMPTON: I wouldn't bet on it (grabs HANSON'S hand) Let's go, babe.
(HANSON and LAMPTON walk away)
BIOLOGY CLASS. LAMPTON and HANSON stand in front of the class next to MR. HOBBS. THE CLASS is talking loudly.
(LAMPTON and HANSON walk into MR. HOBB'S BIOLOGY CLASS)
MR. HOBBS: Ah, you must be our two new transfers!
HANSON: Yep, I'm Tom Brown
LAMPTON: Priss Saunders
(School bell rings)
MR. HOBBS: All right, class, settle down.
(THE CLASS quiets down)
MR. HOBBS: (to THE CLASS) All right, we have two new students joining us today all the way form Southern High School, I'd like to introduce Ms. Priss Saunders and Mr. Tom Brown. I'm sure you'll all do your best to help make them feel welcome here. (to LAMPTON and HANSON) All right, Ms. Saunders you may take a seat over there (points to desk in corner) and Mr. Brown you may take the seat next to her.
(HANSON and LAMPTON make their way to their seats)
HANSON: (whispering) Welcome back
LAMPTON: (to HANSON, whispering) (sarcastically) Can't think of a single reason why I would have ever wanted to leave.
(HANSON and LAMPTON take their seats)
Girl (SARAH SWANE) leans over next to LAMPTON while MR. HOBBS begins teaching)
SARAH: So, you from Southern, huh?
LAMPTON: Depends on how much you trust your biology teacher. He could be a pathological lair.
SARAH: A sense of humor. Cute. That how you bagged that guy (motions towards HANSON)?
LAMPTON: Something like that
SARAH: I'm Sarah, by the way, Sarah Swane
LAMPTON: Priss Saunders
SARAH: So, where did you meet a guy like that?
LAMPTON: A party, actually. A big blow out at Southern
SARAH: You mean by someone from Southern
LAMPTON: No I mean at Southern. You see, we broke into the school late one Saturday night, and partied in the Principal's office. You mean you didn't hear about that? It was all anyone could talk about for weeks at our school.
SARAH: Did you get caught?
LAMPTON: Why else do you think I'm here?
SARAH: You were expelled?
LAMPTON: More like politely asked to leave
SARAH: No way!
LAMPTON: Well our parents donated a lot to the school, so I guess it was a rule or somethin' that they couldn't kick us out, so all they could do was politely ask us to leave.
SARAH: So you guys broke into a school together but you didn't know each other?
LAMPTON: He was a friend of a friend.
SARAH: So, what did you guys just find a quiet corner or talk or somethin'?
LAMPTON: Nah, he just came up and kissed me
SARAH: He just kissed you?
LAMPTON: Well, honestly I think he was a little out of it, and granted so was I, but we just started kissing randomly, and that's how we were introduced.
SARAH: When did this happen?
LAMPTON: Last year
SARAH: Wait, it took them a year to figure out who broke into the school?
LAMPTON: Nah, that only took a couple of weeks. We did a lot of other stuff that got us 'politely asked to leave'. I think the finial straw was putting the school up for sale.
SARAH: (laughs) You put the school up for sale?
LAMPTON: Even got a few offers
MR. HOBBS: (clears his throat) Miss Swane and Miss Saunders should we leave the room? Are we disturbing you by attempting to learn the interworkings of the frogs' digestive system
SARAH and LAMPTON: No sir, we sorry sir (etc)
LATER. LUNCH ROOM. HANSON and LAMPTON are sitting at an empty lunch table eating
HANSON: Wait we broke into the school to have a party
LAMPTON: Where we met a year ago
HANSON: By me walking up and kissing you, just out of the blue, randomly?
LAMPTON: Got it (she looks around) What, do we have fleas or something?
HANSON: Whatda mean?
LAMPTON: Nobody's sitting with us
HANSON: Give it time
LAMPTON: Still, you think somebody would want to
HANSON: You were a popular girl in high school, weren't you?
LAMPTON: (shrugging) I was okay, I mean, I wasn't Prom Queen or nothin'
HANSON: (smirking) But you wanted to be
LAMPTON: Not really
HANSON: I bet you had a secret desire to be
LAMPTON: Wouldn't have been caught dead
HANSON: (makes a 'tisking' noise) You know, it's bad to lie
LAMPTON: (rolls eyes) It's also bad to chew with your mouth open
HANSON: I do not chew with my mouth open
LAMPTON: Do you have food in your mouth?
HANSON: Yeah, so?
LAMPTON: Are you talking?
HANSON: (sarcastically) No
LAMPTON: Does your mouth open when you talk?
HANSON: Hey! This doesn't count! You're encouraging it!
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) Yes, I have quite the fetish for open-mouth chewers
(CRESTON approaches)
CRESTON: (taking a seat next to LAMPTON) Hey, did ya miss me?
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) How could you tell?
CRESTON: Well that longing look in your eye when you spotted me walking across the lunch room towards your exact table might have given me a clue
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) Oh, how well you know me
HANSON: I thought we discussed this earlier, man
CRESTON: (to HANSON) What? I'm just talkin' here. No harm in that. (to LAMPTON) You know what, sweetheart, you never gave me your name.
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) Wonder how that happened
HANSON: (sarcastically) Must have just slipped your mind, huh?
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) Must have
CRESTON: Well, it's a good thing I'm here then, so you can fix such a tragic mistake
LAMPTON: Hmm, I don't know. I don't like giving my information out to strangers.
CRESTON: But you know my name, so how does that make me a stranger?
LAMPTON: I don't know anything about you
HANSON: And her boyfriend is sitting right across from her
LAMPTON: Sorry man, looks like you're just outta luck
CRESTON: Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to change your mind?
LAMPTON: I don't think so
CRESTON: Oh, come on there has to be something, right?
LAMPTON: No, no, not that I can think of
CRESTON: You like parties? I can get you into the best ones!
LAMPTON: Well
CRESTON: I was talking to Sarah in math and she told me all about your escapades at Southern High School, and while I applaud your efforts, they are no where near the quality of a City High party.
HANSON: I don't know, I mean, ours are going to be pretty hard to top
CRESTON: Trust me, give me your name and I'll get you into any party thrown by this school, even some thrown by other schools
LAMPTON: All right, it's Priss
CRESTON: And do I get a last name to go with that, Priss?
LAMPTON: Saunders
CRESTON: Priss Saunders, what a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady
LAMPTON: And this is my boyfriend, Tom Brown
CRESTON: (to HANSON) You got a brother named Charlie or something? (laughs)
(HANSON and LAMPTON exchange looks)
(SARAH approaches)
SARAH: Oh, there you two are! Come on, join our table! (Grabs LAMPTON and pulls her away) You too, Tom! And Creston! Did you guys all get lost or something?
LATER THAT DAY. JUMPSTREET CHAPEL. HOFFS, PENHALL, and IOKI are playing cards at the table. Movers are moving new desks and technicians are hooking up telephones. LAMPTON and HANSON enter.
LAMPTON: Do I have some kind of sign or something?
HANSON: Whatda mean?
LAMPTON: A sign that say's 'hey, creepy, annoying guys! Talk to me!'
HANSON: Nah, I think it's the hair
LAMPTON: Thanks. Maybe I'll change it back to red
HANSON: Then you'll have to deal with bulls running at you
LAMPTON: (sarcastically) I'll keep that in mind during my annual trip to Spain for the Running of the Bulls
HANSON: Glad to be of service
HOFFS: What is this about?
HANSON: Lampton here is the hit of the school
LAMPTON: I'm being hit on by a sixteen year old kid. I feel gross.
HOFFS: Wait 'til you're asked out by one
PENHALL: I forgot about that kid! He was what, fifteen? Probably wouldn't have been much of a date. His mom would have driven you two to the movies, waited outside in the car while he awkwardly tries to feel you up in the movie theater
HOFFS: Put a sock in it, Penhall
PENHALL: Why, Judy, I'm hurt
IOKI: I don't think you're her favorite anymore, Penhall
HANSON: Looks that way, doesn't it?
PENHALL: Jud, ah, come on. You know you love me. (to IOKI) She does like me, right? She's just not being polite or somethin' cause we work together?
IOKI: I don't know man. It's pretty if-y
HOFFS: Buy me dinner tonight, and I might change my mind, Douggie dearest. Food does work wonders on a girl.
PENHALL: It's a date!
(FULLER enters)
FULLER: How about you two crazy kids hold off on that date until tomorrow night at least. Remember, Hoffs, you and Ioki have got that party to go to tonight
IOKI: (sarcastically) Whoopee. How could I have forgotten about that?
LAMPTON: So, whatda we do now?
HANSON: (laying down on one of the nearby tables) Homework
LAMPTON: What kind of homework?
HANSON: Eh, I think we got a little math to do, some bio was in there as well. English, history, hell, I even got some art in there too.
LAMPTON: You mean I actually have to do all of that?
PENHALL: Not all of it, you're a badass, remember? Just enough of it to pass through
IOKI: Relax, Fuller could have sent you in there as a smart kid. Then there'd be hell to pay.
LAMPTON: Goody (sits down angrily and pulls out history textbook. Begins reading)
LATER THAT NIGHT. LAMPTON and HANSON are sitting on the table in the CHAPEL playing Indian Poker and drinking beers.
LAMPTON: So, what's up with Penhall and Hoffs? Are they together, not together? What?
HANSON: There Doug and Judy, the most official looking non-official couple in the world
LAMPTON: So they have a thing for each other?
HANSON: I think so, but neither of them will admit it
LAMPTON: Weird
HANSON: So, what's the worst case you've had to date?
LAMPTON: (shrugging) Nothing I couldn't handle yet
HANSON: You were in homicide, there had to be something
LAMPTON: I'm barely out of the academy. I had pretty much gotten past the hazing and was just starting to get my feet wet when my captain calls me into his office to tell me that people find it hard to take me seriously as a cop
HANSON: Offered you the same bum deal, huh?
LAMPTON: Yep. (Pauses) So what about you? Any cases that've really gotten to you yet?
HANSON: No, nothing really
LAMPTON: You sure?
HANSON: I mean, most of these kids I'd rather stop when they're young and can still change, y'know. You gotta look at it as a positive thing you're doing. Otherwise, yeah, this stuff will get to ya.
LAMPTON: This case is pretty horrible. I mean just walking around that school you wouldn't know that a girl had died.
HANSON: I know
LAMPTON: So, what's the deal with this place, anyways? I mean, you don't hear about operations like this much
HANSON: It was Jenko's baby, really. I think it's a good program to get involved in, for now anyways. I mean, I know eventually I'm gonna branch out into other areas of police work, but I might as well do this until then. Better then a desk job.
LAMPTON: This Captain Jenko sounds like a pretty cool guy. Wish I could meet him.
HANSON: He was killed by a drunk driver a little while ago
LAMPTON: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know
HANSON: How could you have?
LAMPTON: I'm sorry
HANSON: Yeah well, me too. (Clears his throat) So, what's your story, anyways? I mean, I've spent an entire day with you posing to be your boyfriend, and I don't know a thing about you.
LAMPTON: There's nothing much to tell
HANSON: All right, here's an easy one, why'd you dye your hair pink?
LAMPTON: I was drunk
HANSON: And you just had the dye laying around or somethin'
LAMPTON: Yeah, somethin' like that
HANSON: Descriptive
LAMPTON: I was at a friend's house, and we were all a bit tipsy, and my friend who's a hairstylist thought it'd be great to dye my hair pink to match my pink shirt. And at the time, this reasoning made sense.
HANSON: All right, now we're getting somewhere
LAMPTON: What about you, now that we're having this bonding moment, buddy? Tell me something about Tom Hanson.
HANSON: (smirks) I hate peas
LAMPTON: Revealing. Has Oprah heard about you? She'd love to have somebody like you come on her show and share
HANSON: Well, I do my best
LAMPTON: Now tell me something substantial, bucko
HANSON: All right, something substantial? My father died when I was in high school
LAMPTON: Oh, sorry
HANSON: Don't be. It's not like you pulled the trigger or somethin'. I've delt with it.
LAMPTON: Good, then. Good that you delt with it.
HANSON: You ever had a parent die?
LAMPTON: Not in the physical sense of the word
HANSON: What do you not get along or something?
LAMPTON: Something like that. (Pauses) Tell me something (HANSON looks up) did you get along with your dad? Y'know, before (pauses) it happened?
HANSON: (Smiles faintly, gives small nod) Yeah, yeah, me and my dad got along great. He's probably one of the biggest reasons I'm a cop today.
LAMPTON: Oh, was he a cop as well?
HANSON: (Nodding) One of the best
LAMPTON: That's nice, that you and your father could get along
HANSON: Why, haven't you ever gotten along with your parents?
LAMPTON: (shakes head) No
HANSON: Never?
LAMPTON: Never
HANSON: Oh, come on. You must have gotten along with them at some point!You're what? Twenty-two, twenty-three?
LAMPTON: Twenty-three
HANSON: You've had to have had a few moments, right?
LAMPTON: There is a lot of baggage between me and my parents.
HANSON: Why don't you try talking with your parents more. Y'know, confront some of the baggage.
LAMPTON: It's the kind of baggage that's not gonna go away, or get better anytime soon.
HANSON: Yeah, but until you confront the problem, it isn't going to go away.
LAMPTON: Well, this way seems to work best for everybody, so I'm not gonna push my luck.
HANSON: Now you're just being stubborn.
LAMPTON: It's a Lampton family trait
HANSON: Yeah but nothing ever going to get better until you try
LAMPTON: Tom, I have tried. I've tried a lot. And they just don't want to hear it.
HANSON: What's so horrible that your own parents don't want to be around you?
LAMPTON: (bluntly) I had a kid when I was sixteen.
HANSON: Come again?
LAMPTON: I have a daughter. Emma. She's six and three quarters. I had her when I was sixteen.
HANSON: You have a daughter?
LAMPTON: Yea
HANSON: Why didn't you say anything earlier? Y'know when we first met and were attempting to get to know each other.
LAMPTON: It's stupid
HANSON: No, come on, tell me. We're bonding remember?
LAMPTON: (sighs) I liked the way you looked at me
HANSON: Come again?
LAMPTON: I don't mean in any sort of romantic way or anything, I just mean that you treated and looked at me like everyone else. Like I was just some other bum cop you were on an assignment with.
HANSON: And who's to say that I would have treated you any differently knowing that you have a six year old daughter?
LAMPTON: Six and three quarter. She'd kill you if she heard you call her just six. She's much older then just a six year old.
HANSON: I'm sorry, who's to say that I would have treated you any differently knowing that you have a six and three quarter year old daughter?
LAMPTON: History. Everyone that finds out about her before they meet me and get to know me, tend to act like I have leprosy or something. You should see the other parents, they hold out this ten foot pole between me and them, like I might attack them or something. Hell, even if people meet me first then find out I have a daughter treat me different afterwards. I become delicate. Like a piece of glass or something.
HANSON: Why'd you risk telling me then?
LAMPTON: Honestly? I don't know.
HANSON: I'm glad you did
LAMPTON: Me too. I felt weird hiding it. (Pauses) It's just that everyone else I've met, especially the parents of the other kids don't really seem to, well, they don't really
HANSON: (Cutting in) They really don't like you
LAMPTON: Yeah. To put it bluntly. (Pauses) I think it's the hair mostly
HANSON: Then why don't you change it back?
LAMPTON: Because I like pissing them off more then I like having them like me
HANSON: Because that makes total sense
LAMPTON: (looks at her watch) This might sound really random and maybe even inappropriate on some level, but do you like bowling?
HANSON: (blinks) It's my second greatest love
LAMPTON: Oh yeah? What's your first?
HANSON: Pizza
LAMPTON: Ah, very true
HANSON: Now's your turn to explain the random-ness
LAMPTON: Every Tuesday night at six, at the bowling alley near my house, they have a family bowling night where you can bowl all you want and eat as much pizza as you want for fifteen bucks a head. Granted you also have to have a kid ten or under with you to get in and pay the cash, but it's not a bad deal.
HANSON: No, no, that would be a very good deal.
LAMPTON: Well it's sort of become a tradition for me and Emma to go bowling Tuesday nights now, and I wouldn't mind the company
HANSON: Are you asking me to come?
LAMPTON: Only if you want too
HANSON: I'd love too
LAMPTON: All right, let's go bowling
A FEW HOURS LATER. Shots of HANSON, LAMPTON, and EMMA bowling, eating pizza, LAMPTON and HANSON drinking beer.
THE NEXT DAY. CITY HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT. HANSON and LAMPTON drive in.
LAMPTON: Thanks again for coming last night. Emma really liked you.
HANSON: Really?
LAMPTON: Who else could have taught her how to throw a strike with such grace and skill?
HANSON: Well certainly not Penhall
LAMPTON: Oh, never
HANSON: We should do that again some time
LAMPTON: Hey we do it every Tuesday, if you ever want to come again, feel free
(SARAH approaches)
SARAH: Hey you two
LAMPTON: Salutations
SARAH: That's so cute that you guys drive to school together. You know, my boyfriend, Mike, would never drive me. Him and Creston, you know Creston, always drive together. It's like some sort of male bonding thing or whatever.
HANSON: Yeah, guys are weird like that
SARAH: Yeah, even when Creston was dating Rachel Stevens, which I don't know if you know, but they went out for like two years, just broke up about a month ago, it was really sad, they never drove to school together. He had to get in his guy time with Mike.
HANSON: Yeah, that guy bonding. Really important.
LAMPTON: Extremely
SARAH: Anyways, I came here to talk to you about this big blow out Creston's having this Friday. His dad owns his mega huge house, and is going to be gone for the entire weekend, which means we'll get to party our asses off!
LAMPTON: Sweet
SARAH: All right, it's at ten o'clock, at 2443 San Lorenz Drive.
HANSON: All right, we'll be there
SARAH: But you guys can hold your liquor, right?
HANSON: Yea, why?
SARAH: (looks around) (whispering) Well about two weeks ago, Jimmy Casis had this huge blowout, and someone invited this girl who hadn't drank before, Sam I think her name was, to it, and she couldn't hold her liquor at all!
LAMPTON: Isn't that the girl that died?
SARAH: (Hushes LAMPTON) Keep it down!
LAMPTON: (Whispering) Sorry
SARAH: (whispering) Anyways, we don't need any more publicity for these things, y'know? Cops are starting to ask questions, and I don't want to be fingered as one of the people!
HANSON: (whispering) One of the people who what?
SARAH: Oh, now I'm telling you too much
LAMPTON: You can trust us, Sarah
HANSON: We wouldn't rat you out. Hell, even if we did nobody would believe us!
SARAH: (nods) Yea, yea, I guess your right. (Whispers even more softy) Some people though it'd be funny to get her real drunk. She wasn't a party girl, if you know what I mean. I don't even know why she was at this party in the first place. But apparently she had a lot to drink. A lot. Then, as a joke, they decided to drive off and leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere. They all thought she was fine. I mean, from what I've heard, she was up and about when they left her.
HANSON: Do you know who did it?
SARAH: (Shakes her head) And I don't want to know.
(HANSON and LAMPTON exchange looks)
LAMPTON: Thanks for the heads up
SARAH: No problem
JUMPSTREET CHAPEL. HOFFS, FULLER, IOKI, LAMPTON, HANSON, and PENHALL are all sitting around at the conference table discussing the case.
LAMPTON: Well Sarah's the first person to even mention that a girl died recently at their school. And she just sounds like a busybody gossip to me.
HANSON: I think we need to talk to the family. Find out what Samantha Rhodes was even at the party in the first place.
LAMPTON: We can't go in, what if that blows our cover?
PENHALL: I just finished up my case, I could check it out for you
HANSON: Oh, you finally busted our two certified geniuses?
PENHALL: Apparently the smoke coming out of the volcano wasn't made from dry ice (IOKI gives him a look) (to IOKI) Think about it, man
IOKI: (after a moment) Oh, gotcha
PENHALL: So, if you need me to, I can go and talk to her parents, get a feel for who she is. Maybe you two could stop by and pay your condolences or something.
HANSON: That might be a little weird. Us showing up out of the blue like that.
LAMPTON: Does she have any siblings? Maybe we could buddy up to one of them?
HANSON: (checks the file) Nope, only child. Parents names are Nancy and Frank Rhodes. Both are lawyers.
LAMPTON: Maybe we could go over there, if they're lawyers. They're bound to know how to keep a secret.
FULLER: (to HOFFS and IOKI) Well we know Penhall's ready to go in, where are you two on your cases?
HOFFS: No, we're still stuck, captain
IOKI: Sorry
FULLER: That's perfectly all right, we'll just send Penhall in
HANSON: Sarah Swane did say that Samantha Rhodes was not one of the popular girls. Maybe we should figure out what group she hung around, and then dress Penhall up to match.
FULLER: Let's call in the parents and have a sit down with them here. I don't want you three heading out in that direction and getting spotted. That's a lot of explaining to do. (a piece of plaster falls from the ceiling) Hopefully they won't mind the mess.
PENHALL: (looking up at the ceiling) Maybe their outdoorsy. Used to roughing it.
HANSON: I'll make the call. (looks up at the ceiling) Hey it looks like rain.
FULLER: (annoyed) Go make the call
HANSON: You know, Captain, these are very unsafe working conditions
FULLER: (more annoyed) Hanson
HANSON: Just let me pull out my construction hat (FULLER gives him a look) As I go make a phone call to the Rhodes family.
END PART ONE.
Now, quick little FYI: I know the the character generally change their last name to something that starts with the same letter of their old name. Truth be told that I didn't realize this until too late, and I really didn't want to go back AGAIN to change it.
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