The Air Force Chronicles by Scott Tracy

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Theme:

These are the golden days
In this golden age that we're livin',
I show you a thousand ways,
I show you how we take what we're given

Alright,
Yeah

You can say what you want,
We don't need your permission
Cause you're so busy talkin'
That you don't even listen,
You can do what you want,
You know that we don't mind,
You got the years
But we got the time

(Opening sequence: We see Scott walking across the quad of Air Force Base. We see him working on the Bluebird, looking at the wall then reaching behind him for a wrench and slamming it against the wall a few times then putting down the wrench looking satisfied. We see him in the Base library, writing when a huge stack of books is placed on the desk, delivered by Sandi who is smiling at him. Scott smiles back and they both start talking. We then see Scott inside Hangar 1 with Tommy. There sits the Bluebird with Tommy's plane, the Skywriter and Scott is putting the finishing touches on the Bluebird. Finally, we see Scott at his desk in his cabin in his pyjamas writing in his journal. He closes the journal and gets up from the desk. Close up on the journal. The label on the front of it reads "The Air Force Chronicles" with the title of the current episode underneath it in this case)

Episode 1: Welcome To The Air Force

(We open on the Tracy villa on Tracy Island. It seems a little younger than it did in the movie. We go through a dissolve sequence of the front room, the kitchen, the stairway, the upstairs hall and then finally Scott Tracy's room. The walls are blue and covered in posters of rock singers, the bed has a blue bedspead and there is also a TV oppisite the bed and the floor is clean. Standing in the middle of the room with his back to us is a tall young man with dark hair down to his shoulders. He is waering a dark demin jacket with the sleeves rolled up, matching jeans, a light blue shirt and blue sneakers. He carries a blue backpack on one shoulder. The view switches to the young man's POV and we take in the room which now has absolutely no signs that anyone has ever lived in it. As the view turns, we see that the desk is there but like the rest of the room, there is nothing on it. The bookshelf next to the desk is empty except for a framed photograph. Zoom in on the photo and we see a picture of Scott, his brothers and their father. They are all smiling and dressed smartly. We see the young man's hand come into the shot and pick up the photo.

(Change the view to just inside the door of the room. The young man's face is still away from us but he is obviously looking at the photo. After a moment, we hear the voice of Jeff Tracy from off screen)

JEFF: (OS) Are you ready up there, Scott? I've got the car all loaded and we both know you wanna get all settled in.

(The young man turns to face the camera and we see that it is indeed Scott Tracy although not looking the same as she did in the movie. He looks more like a rock singer, his hair is wavy, shoulder length and has bangs. He is also wearing a pair of gold creole earrings. He appears to be smiling to himself and he has some sort of necklace on)

SCOTT: I'm on my way down. Try not to let the others have fun while I'm gone (turns and looks back at the picture) Well, I hope I can get through this without my dad around to help me keep my sanity.

(Fade in on a a wide angle shot of Air Force Base. It's a good sized base with several cabins, washrooms, a cafeteria, a washroom, quarters and headquarters for the Lieutnenant Colonel, Colonel, Lieutenant General and General. We pan across the grounds and see several people engaged in the usual hijinks associated with Air Force life. During this time, we hear Scott's voice...)

SCOTT: (to the audience) Saturday, September 16. Welcome to Air Force Base. Located in the scenic city of Springfield, the city where the Simpsons is based but it's too far away for it to be a hassle for my dad to fly in and nag me while still being to far away from me to take me home for the holidays and beg for money.

(We see Tracy 1, the Tracy family's private jet, pull into the parking lot. We see a sign declaring this as "Air Force Base". Jeff and Scott both get out of Tracy 1)

SCOTT: (to the audience again) Upon my graduation from Oxford University, my dad decided that chauffering me back and forth every holiday weekend was gonna be a pain he didn't want...hence my brothers.

(The two of them go into a cabin which has a sing above it saying "General's Headquarters". Inside is a table behind which is a middle aged man who looks about a year or two younger than Jeff in an Air Force General's uniform with a young man who looks about the same age as Scott wearing a blue denim jacket, an orange T-shirt, blue jeans and purple sneakers. Both have dark brown hair but the younger man has both shoulder length hair like Scott and a terminally perky expression while the older man has the same hair style as Jeff and a cheerful expression. A plaque on the General's desk reads "General Andrew J. Thomas")

GENERAL THOMAS: Jeff, I haven't seen you in years! (hugs Jeff)

JEFF: Andrew, long time no see. (hugs General Thomas right back)

GENERAL THOMAS: (to Scott) You're Scott Tracy, right. (as soon as the younger man approaches) This is my oldest son, Wayne.

SCOTT: Hey there.

WAYNE: Yo.

GENERAL THOMAS: Okay! Let's see here... (picks up a clipboard and begins riffling through the pages..) Wait, I see Scott's name right here.

SCOTT: I'm supposed to be rooming with some African-American dude called Tommy Pearl, right?

GENERAL THOMAS: Hmmm...let me check. (business with the clipboard) Ah! Here we go...Cabin 1A in the men's section, Scott Tracy and Thomas Pearl...Hang on... (peers closer) Oh, silly me! Looks like the ink ran on the sheet when it came out of the printer...or is that the ring from my iced tea glass?

WAYNE: That's the ring from your ice tea glass, Dad!

GENERAL THOMAS: Thank you, Wayne.

SCOTT: (thought VO) Oh God, this General dude sounds like my High School history teacher.

GENERAL THOMAS: (passing over a key and a brochure) Okay! Here's your key, Scott and that brochure has your meal plan card and all the information you need to get started.

SCOTT: Awesome. Thanks.

WAYNE: You're in cabin 1A in the guy's section which means you're near our family quarters. Just go past the quarters and you might wanna know a secret. My room's opposite that very cabin. I think your roommate checked in earlier today so he might be there now.

SCOTT: (genuinely surprised) Oh! Okay..thanks.

GENERAL THOMAS: No problem. I know your son'll fit in quite nicely, Jeff.

JEFF: Thanks, Andrew, Wayne, I guess I better go to Tracy 1, my family's private jet and start bringing Scott's stuff in.

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(Cut to Cabin 1A in the men's section. Scott enters and looks around. It's a fairly decent sized room. There are two twin beds, one up against each wall. At the foot of each one is a desk and chair with a small bookcase mounted to the wall above it. At the head of each bed is an 2 ft. square space then the closet with a small dresser inside. Scott's half of the room is predictably barren while Tommy has apparently already settled in. His bed is neatly made with a green colored blanket and pillow. The bookshelf holds several dozen books about sports and music. The space on top of the bookshelf holds a modest sized stereo. The desk is neatly laid out with a blotter, pens, pencils, tape dispenser, stapler and a clock radio. There are also pictures of Tommy's family)

(Jeff appears with a couple of boxes and they begin unpacking Scott's things. During this...)

SCOTT: (to the audience) General Thomas asked me to room with Tommy Pearl when he told me my roommtae was gonna be African-American. Fortunately, being from Springfield meant Tommy was probably gonna be pretty awesome since he got the hell out of the Pearl household. So, he was very much on his own and I guess he figured a white guy couldn't hurt to have around. (beat) Yeah, I don't know why the General asked me either.

(Dissolve to later. Scott's half of the room looks settled in now. The bed is made, the Potsie poster hanging above it. The Art Deco Virgil made for him is on top of the bookcase. The bookcase is filled with books of books to do with sports and music. We see some clothes hanging in the closet. On the desk is Scott's computer while his TV, DVD player and the cart they rest on are sitting in the gap between Scott and Tommy's desks)

JEFF: Well, it looks like you're all settled in.

SCOTT: Thanks for the help.

JEFF: Hey, no problem, Son! That's what I'm here for. (stalling the departure) Okay, Scott, have you got everything?

SCOTT: Yeah, Dad. I've got everything I could possibly need.

JEFF: Well, I probably ought to get going. (reaches into his wallet and gives Scott two 100-dollar bills) I know you've got money set aside for books and whatnot so this is just for day to day cash. (leans in and whispers) If the cafeteria food here is as bad as it was at Oxford, you'll need it.

SCOTT: Thanks, Dad.

JEFF: I don't suppose--nah, you're too old for that sort of thing.

(To Jeff's surprise, Scott hugs him tightly. An appropriate shocked look from him)

SCOTT: Thanks, Dad. You've been a real help the last couple of months. (lets Jeff go) But if you ever tell anyone I did that, I'll deny it.

JEFF: Okay, Scott, Daria, if you're all settled in, I'm gonna go now.

SCOTT: Okay. I thought I'd wait a few minutes and see if Tommy shows up. If not, I'm going to go look around base for a while.

JEFF: Sounds good. Get yourself familiar with where everything is. Air Force Bases can be very confusing. I'd better go. Call me if you need anything, Son.

SCOTT: Okay.

(Jeff makes his goodbye and leaves. Scott goes back to the bed and picks up his backpack. He takes out the photo of him and his family and puts it on the bookshelf. He leans over the desk and begins placing pens, pencils and other supplies in the desk. He pauses and looks up at the photo)

SCOTT: (to the audience again) In all honesty, I was expecting things to be a little weird after I graduated from college. I mean, let's face it, the first time you realize that, from this point on, you're in charge of your own life is kind of intimidating. Once the euphoria dies off, anyway. But here I was ready to take on Air Force life.

(Scott sighs and looks sadly at the picture)

SCOTT: (to the audience yet again) I really miss the guys.

(Dissolve to later. Scott is sitting at his desk reading. Theres a rattling at the door and Tommy comes into the room. He is wearing a dark green zipper top, a black and blue striped T-shirt, blue jeans and green sneakers. He's carrying a couple of grocery bags. Scott puts his book down)

TOMMY: Scott Tracy, right?

SCOTT: (Getting up and taking one of the bags) Tommy Pearl, right?

TOMMY: When did you get here?

SCOTT: A couple of hours ago. My dad left about a half hour ago. I thought I'd hang around and see if you showed up. (beat) What's with the bags?

TOMMY: Oh, just some candy and junk. Me and Jimmy Astin figured it'd be a good idea to stock up since the General doesn't let us have it.

SCOTT: Jimmy Astin?

TOMMY: Oh, right, you haven't met him yet. Well, I've got some pretty good news.

SCOTT: Tell me.

TOMMY: The good news is that Jimmy Astin's a clever and funny guy who lives in the cabin next door.

(The door suddenly burst open and a young man with brown hair with blond highlights, dressed in a black combat jacket with buttons on it, white T-shirt, green combat pants and black sneakers dashes in and grabs Tommy by his shoulders)

GUY: Tommy, Lennie said he's totally looking forward to seeing you again!

(From outside, we hear a nasaly male voice)

VOICE: Hey, Astin? Where'd you go?

(A redhead comes into the room. He is wearing a red shirt, a red gingham shirt tucked out underneath, green combat pants and black sneakers and sees Tommy, Scott and Astin)

REDHEAD: Oh HERE you are! I was beginning to wor-- (to Scott) Oh, HI there! I didn't know you were Tommy's roommate!

SCOTT: You're Lennie, right? (whispered to Tommy) Do you EVEN know this dude?

TOMMY: (whispered) We lived next door to each other when we were in Springfield!

SCOTT: Figures.

LENNIE: This is so GREAT! I was worried that the only person from Springfield University that was coming here would be me!

SCOTT: (to Astin) I know we just met and all but would it be possible for you to kick my butt? Tommy won't do it.

ASTIN: Oh, sure and who's going to put me out of MY misery? I gotta live with him.

TOMMY: Scott Tracy, these are James Astin and Leonard Anderson.

LENNIE: Hi, Scott. Everyone calls me Lennie.

ASTIN: (shaking Scott's hand) Nice to meetcha. Everybody calls me Jimmy or just Astin.

SCOTT: Yo.

ASTIN: I heard from Lennie that he and Tommy are from Springfield.

SCOTT: That town where the Simpsons is set, right?

ASTIN: Don't worry, I don't hold one person responsible for my family name.

SCOTT: Actually, if you believe the Jerry Springer Show, I'm the guy that married a horse.

ASTIN: I THOUGHT you looked familiar!

SCOTT: You SAW that?

ASTIN: That was my favorite episode. Hell, sometimes, it was the only way to convince myself that there were psychos in places other than Miami.

SCOTT: You've obviously never been to Yale.

ASTIN: I know, Tommy's been telling me horror stories.

SCOTT: I can imagine.

LENNIE: Hey! Springfield U wasn't that bad!

TOMMY: Okay, now that we're all acquainted, can someone help me put this stuff away?

(The four of them begin emptying the grocery bags and putting bags of potato chips, cookies and other junk food on the shelves of the closets. As they work, Astin notices Scott's necklace)

ASTIN: Yo, Scott, where'd you get the killer necklace?

(Close up on Scott's necklace. It's a piece of wood haven been painted on a piece of string)

SCOTT: My bro Virgil, who's an artist, made it for me.

TOMMY: Colonel Carter's younger daughter, Louise is an artist herself.

(Cut to Astin who glances at Scott's clock radio. It's 5:30pm)

ASTIN: Hey, anyone given any thought to dinner plans?

SCOTT: I was just planning on going to the cafeteria.

ASTIN: (shaking his head) No good there, Scott. Caf doesn't open for business until lunchtime.

SCOTT: (a la Homer Simpson) D'OH!

TOMMY: Why don't we go get some girls and go out to dinner? There's a couple of good restaurants around town.

ASTIN: Kick ass but if Cree and Britney insist on coming with us, I'm getting a girl of my own.

SCOTT: Cree and Britney?

TOMMY: Sandi McKenzie who looks like Cree Summer and Nicola Nelson who looks like Britney Spears!

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(Cut to downtown Springfield. We see a large restaurant with a large red neon sign proclaiming it to be "Red October's" Cut to the interior. It's a wood panneled restaurant with various nautical paraphenalia on the walls. The tables are tale, with equally tall chairs to go with them. It's fairly crowded, there's a jukebox in one corner. At one large table sits Scott, Tommy, Sandi, Astin, Nicola, Lennie, Wayne and Kelly. Wayne is sitting next to Kelly, Lennie next to Astin, Scott next to Sandi and Tommy next to Nicola. Nicola is wearing a pink 3/4 length sleeved midriff showing V-neck T-shirt, a lilac gilet, dark green comabt pants with a matching skirt and pink sneakers with a pink Alice band. Sandi is in a yellow midriff showing V-neck T-shirt, a light blue denim jacket, blue jeans and yellow sneakers. Kelly is in a pink midriff showing V-neck T-shirt, a dark green combat jacket, blue jeans and maroon sneakers)

SCOTT: (to Sandi) Okay, you want to explain to me why anyone who looks like Beyonce like you do would bunk in the same cabin as Chesty LaRue's big bosomed twin over here?

SANDI: Hey, my name's Sandi McKenzie not Beyonce.

SCOTT: I'm Scott Tracy, I'm sure Tommy's told you a lot about me.

SANDI: Yeah, he did. He said his roommate was gonna be some Ivy Leaguer who's dad was an astronaut.

SCOTT: That's me. My dad's Jeff Tracy. So obviously, I guess you're kinda hot.

ASTIN: My old man told me that some General dude didn't wnat any boys and girls sleeping together, huh?

NICOLA: Can it, Astin.

(Mild laughter. Scott looks around the restaurant with interest)

SCOTT: Interesting place.

ASTIN: Yeah, it's the ultimate college hangout. The guy that runs it started it out as a seafood place then added pizza and finally after somebody pointed out the name he added sandwiches.

SCOTT: What do you mean?

ASTIN: Red October's...submarine sandwiches.

SCOTT: That's...really bad.

ASTIN: Nah, I ordered my steak sandwich well done. (pause as Kelly looks at him) What?

(The waitress arrives and passes out the plates. Wayne and Kelly have salad, Astin has a steak sandwich, Tommy and Nicola are splitting a platter of shrimp, Lennie has a chicken sandwich and Scott and Nicola are sharing a plate of fries)

TOMMY: Is that all you're having?

SCOTT: It's a travel thing. I don't like to eat heavy after moving.

LENNIE: (to Tommy) But what about all that stuff we always ate after walking to Krusty Burger after school back in Springfield? You were moving then.

KELLY: (to Lennie) A chicken sandwich?

LENNIE: I like chicken. (smiling happliy) And I know what I like, Kelly.

(Cut to underneath the table. Scott's foot oozes across and begins to caress Sandi's leg. Cut to Sandi who stiffens for a split second with a mouthful of fires. She chews, swallows then turns to Kelly and Nicola)

KELLY: Sandi?

SANDI: What's the prob, Sis?

KELLY: I know you only met Scott a few hours ago but do you like him?

(Scott looks at Sandi and puts his left arm around her and she snuggles close to him)

SCOTT: What's that for?

(Sandi just smiles at him and whispers something about having a crush on him in his ear and then kisses him passionatly)

(Cut to Cabin 1A in the men's section. Scott is sitting at his desk in his blue pyjamas. He's writing in his journal)

SCOTT: (to the audience) So that was the first day at Air Force Base. I met some new people who seem to be my kind of people, hooked up with the General's oldest son, the colonel's older duaghter and my new roommate who seem like they could become friends...and then there's Sandi McKenzie.

(Tommy comes into the room in a robe drying his hair with a towel)

TOMMY: Yo, Scott, you going to be up long?

SCOTT: No, just finishing up my journal entry. I'll be going to bed soon.

TOMMY: Awesome. (plugs in a hair dryer and begins drying his hair. Scott goes back to writing)

SCOTT: (to the audience again) So what do I think? I think it's too early to say yet how Air Force life will treat me. But...it may not suck as much as I thought it would in my Dad's day.

(At that point, there's a some rap music coming from the radio and Tommy raps along with it. Scott smiles at his roommate as he then sings along with the music and goes back to his journal. Tommy shrugs and goes back to his hair drying)

SCOTT: (to the audience yet again) ...Then again.

(Cut to the credits. Similar to the Static Shock closing credits)

(Fade out)

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Theme:

These are the golden days
In this golden age that we're livin',
I show you a thousand ways,
I show you how we take what we're given

Alright,
Yeah

You can say what you want,
We don't need your permission
Cause you're so busy talkin'
That you don't even listen,
You can do what you want,
You know that we don't mind,
You got the years
But we got the time

(Opening sequence: We see Scott walking across the quad of Air Force Base. We see him working on the Bluebird, looking at the wall then reaching behind him for a wrench and slamming it against the wall a few times then putting down the wrench looking satisfied. We see him in the Base library, writing when a huge stack of books is placed on the desk, delivered by Sandi who is smiling at him. Scott smiles back and they both start talking. We then see Scott inside Hangar 1 with Tommy. There sits the Bluebird with Tommy's plane, the Skywriter and Scott is putting the finishing touches on the Bluebird. Finally, we see Scott at his desk in his cabin in his pyjamas writing in his journal. He closes the journal and gets up from the desk. Close up on the journal. The label on the front of it reads "The Air Force Chronicles" with the title of the current episode underneath it in this case)

Episode 2: Book Learnin'

(We open on the Air Force Base, focusing on the clock tower, which reads 11:45. The bells ring and suddenly a horde of people begin to appear from the various buildings. We focus on one particular clot and we see Scott, a sheet of paper in hand and looking around bewilderedly. He stops to look down at the paper and another young lieutenant plows into him knocking him down. He looks up and glares at the retreating form)

SCOTT: (to the audience) My Rule Of Air Force #1: Air Force Academy Class Schedules do not adhere to any known form of logic in existence. Where else are you going to find that you've signed up for an elective courses only to find that either the class or the classroom doesn't exist?

(Scott gets up from the walk and makes his way to a nearby building. A sign on the side reveals it to be the "Simpson Air Force Union" Cut to a large room with tables and chairs set up around it. A large archway leads to what appears to be a small cafeteria. We see Tommy sitting at one table a stack of books next to him. He is jotting notes down on a pad in front of him while idly munching from a plate of french fries. Scott comes up to the table, puts his backpack on one of the chairs and sits down opening a bottle of orange juice)

TOMMY: (looking up) Yo, Scott. How are classes going?

SCOTT: Over for the day, thank God. How is it that having less classes on a daily basis exhausts me more than having seven or eight classes one right after the other?

TOMMY: Dumb luck? (smirks) Seriously, it's probably because you have to dash back and forth across a campus that's crammed up against the foothills of a mountain range all day.

SCOTT: Damn near vertical Air Force Bases. (looks at the pile of books) Please tell me that these aren't all for one class.

TOMMY: You're partially right. Six of them are for my Engieneering bit while the others are for Aeronautic Design.

SCOTT: Oh huzzah.

TOMMY: Hey, at least you got to take Aeronautic Design too.

SCOTT: Can I help it if Stephen King is a bigger draw than P.G Wodehouse? Anyways, it's not like I don't have my own schedule problems.

TOMMY: What do you mean?

SCOTT: My Mechanics class apparently doesn't exist. I waited in the classroom for twenty minutes and no one showed up. No professor, no other students, nothing.

TOMMY: Are you sure you were in the right room?

SCOTT: I checked a couple of other classrooms and none of them were the right class. I even checked other permutations of the room number just in case it was a typo. No luck.

TOMMY: That's so whack.

SCOTT: Yeah. If the class has been cancelled, I'm out three credit hours and that's going to violate my scholarship agreement.

TOMMY: You said you don't have anymore classes today, right?

SCOTT: Yeah. Why?

TOMMY: You should go talk to Colonel Carter. She'll probably be able to tell you what happened and get you into a class to replace the credit hours.

SCOTT: (sighs) I guess I gotta. There's nothing else for it.

TOMMY: Come on, what's the worst that could happen?

(Cut to Scott sitting outside an office. The name on the door reads "Colonel's Headquarters." From inside the office, we can hear what sounds like the colonel herself yelling at someone)

SCOTT: (to the audience) My Rule of Air Force Life #2: No other member of the faculty is more terrifying than your colonel when angry. Not the general, not the lieutenant general, not even the lieutenant colonel. The main reason being that your colonel has the authority to yell at you if they don't agree with your class choices for the semester, and if you want to change classes for any reason, they automatically assume that it's because you're either a) a slacker or b) an idiot.

COLNEL CARTER: (OS) ...I don't care if you're the General's oldest son! Aeroanutic Design is required...do you hear me? RE-QUI-RED!

(We now hear a very familiar voice answering her--)

WAYNE: (OS) I knew that, Colonel C.

COLONEL CARTER: That's colonel CARTER to you, Wayne. If you can't get that right, then get the hell out of my office!

WAYNE: Oh my God!

COLONEL CARTER: Sit down, Wayne. You're not going anywhere until we get your schedule organized!

WAYNE: But you just said I could go...

(Scott groans and rubs his temples)

SCOTT: (to the audience again) Case in point. Colonel Ann Carter. She's only in her early 40s and divorced with 2 daughters, according to her offical bio in the Air Force Base Who's Who, but she has already managed to cultivate a personality that combines the rampant feminism of my High School Art teacher with the near psychosis and low tolerance for intellectual midgets of my High School History teacher.

COLONEL CARTER: NO! HOW MANY DAMN TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! "WEIGHT TRAINING" IS NOT THE SAME AS "LITERARY GIANTS!"

SCOTT: (to the audience yet again) I'm doomed.

(The door opens and Wayne comes out with his usual dumb grin)

WAYNE: Thanks, Colonel Carter! Hope that headache goes away soon!

COLONEL CARTER: OUT! JUST GET OUT!

(Wayne turns to go and spots Scott waiting outside the office)

WAYNE: Yo, Scott! You going in next?

COLONEL CARTER: (OS) I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT, WAYNE! AND TAKE YOUR FRIEND OUT THERE WITH YOU!

SCOTT: (to the audience once again) Forget doomed. I'm dead.

WAYNE: I think Lieutenant Scott Tracy might wanna speak to you, Colonel Carter.

SCOTT: Yo, Wayne, I talked to your bro Stuart on my way up here, he said that your dad wanted to speak to you. It started ten minutes ago.

WAYNE: Holy c**p! I gotta go! Dad's gonna kill me! Thanks, Scott! (rushes out)

SCOTT: And so the lemming rushes to the sea.

COLONEL CARTER: (from behind Scott) No, that would be insulting lemmings everywhere.

(Scott turns to see Colonel Ann Carter standing behind him. She is actually quite short, about 5'6" tall. She is in her early 40s with shoulder length red hair and blue eyes and dressed in a female version of an Air Force colonel's uniform. She seems much calmer than before)

COLONEL CARTER: I thought I told him to take you with him.

SCOTT: Um...I'm not his friend. My dad is--

COLONEL CARTER: --His father's best friend. My condolences. (holds out a hand) Colonel Ann Carter.

SCOTT: (shaking her hand) Scott Tracy.

COLONEL CARTER: Come on in.

(They enter the office. It looks like your standard colonel's headquarters. Overflowing bookshelves, binders, stacks of papers. Scott sits in front of the desk while Colonel Carter takes her seat behind the desk)

COLONEL CARTER: So, what can I do for you, Lieutenant Tracy?

SCOTT: I showed up for my Stunt Flying class and no one else did including the instructor.

COLONEL CARTER: Holy c**p (punches up some information on the computer) What's the class number?

SCOTT: (reaching into her pocket for the class schedule) CW002-3817.

COLONEL CARTER: (entering the information) Ah..ha. I see...

SCOTT: What?

COLONEL CARTER: Instructor Campbell decided it wasn't worth his time. The class was canceled this morning.

SCOTT: This morning?

COLONEL CARTER: It doesn't happen often but it does happen...especially when Campbell thinks he's got something better to do. I'm just surprised there wasn't a notice on the door.

SCOTT: Notice?

COLONEL CARTER: It what usually happens when a class gets canceled at the last minute.

SCOTT: (slumping down in embarassment) I guess I didn't see it.

COLONEL CARTER: (looking up) Something wrong?

SCOTT: Yeah...just feeling a little--

COLONEL CARTER: (smirking) Stupid?

SCOTT: Yeah.

COLONEL CARTER: Don't. I've been here for nearly 11 years and I see about 50 lieutenants every year who get caught out by that.

SCOTT: Oh.

COLONEL CARTER: Let's bring up your records here...(clickety click) Here we go. (beat) Hmmm.

SCOTT: What?

COLONEL CARTER: You've got a really impressive academic record, Lieutenant Tracy, considering you graduated from Oxford University in England.

SCOTT: (frowning slightly) Right.

COLONL CARTER: Don't take that the wrong way. I've got a cousin who went there and I'm amazed whenever anyone gets out of there with even a modicum of sanity and intellect intact. (looks again) And with a scholarship to boot.

SCOTT: Yeah, that's the problem, Colonel Carter. If my Stunt Flying class is cancelled, I'm three credit hours short for my scholarship requirements this semester.

COLONEL CARTER: Well, we don't want that. Let's see... (clickety click) Nothing really available in the Engineering Department that wouldn't be a waste of your time...Have you ever taken an Aeronautic Design course?

SCOTT: Okally dokally.

COLONEL CARTER: You won't have to. There's an Intro to Aeronautic Design that has some openings. Mostly the history of aeronautic designing, some jet design analysis. In fact, you can get in on it today. It starts at 2:00pm. I'll give you an Add/Drop card for Instructor Ferguson to sign and you'll be set.

SCOTT: Well, that sounds...okay.

COLONEL CARTER: (smirking again) Trust me, I have a feeling it'll grow on you.

SCOTT: Like a fungus?

COLONEL CARTER: Exactly.

(Both give small subdued laughs)

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(Cut to the Dance Hall. We see several students entering and exiting the building. There are a variety of students dancing. In the background, we see a jukebox and someone leaning on it. Scott enters the shot and looks around)

SCOTT: (V/O) I guess now is as good a time as any to admit this. I like dancing. Anything that allows me to vent my homicidal tendencies without fear of being arrested gets a thumbs up in my book. As a result, I've found I spend anywhere from 10-20 hours a week in the Air Force's dance hall. These are always low key visits, when no one I know is there and I always spend my time dancing to a few tunes.

(He walks through the dancers, making his way to the jukebox. However, once he reaches the machine, he sees the "OUT OF ORDER" sign on it)

SCOTT: DAMN!

(He looks around in frustration)

SCOTT: (V/O) But when the jukebox is out of order, it means that I get a little irrational. Once I'm in the dance hall and I can't dance, I've got to do something else or I start wondering about all the time I waste there.

(Scott looks at all the dancers. They are all dancing to a nearby boombox and breakdancing. He walks to the dance floor and does the same)

SCOTT: I also hate it when all that's available is a boombox when the julebox isn't working but the less said about cruddy dancing, the better.

(He heads to the middle of the floor and breakdances. We see a close up of him bodypopping)

SCOTT: Say what you want about breakdancing, sometimes it can be better than the movie House Party.

(We see Scott dancing to some hip hop music as people crowd around him. Cut to his face which is expressionless but he seems much more relaxed)

(Cut back to Cabin 1A in the men's sction. Tommy is at his desk working on a design. Scott comes into the room, locks the door, hangs up his jacket and sits at his computer)

TOMMY: Scott? You okay?

SCOTT: Yeah. (begins typing) I just came up with another interesting wrinkle for my report.

TOMMY: You did? What?

(Scott doesn't reply but we see his close lipped smile spread across his face)

(Cut to the Air Force Academy, then to Intrsuctor Winkleman's class where Scott is wrapping up his report)

SCOTT: ...In conclusion, we don't have to look far to find secret societies in today's world. The emphasis has merely changed from clandestine meetings and secret handshakes to appearing out in the open in modern fraternities and sororities. Both types of organization have their own set of laws which are expected to supercede local, state and federal law. They both have memberships which can be exploited to get good jobs, promotions or other favors with the assistance of other members. And both have a tendency to ignore the basic tenets of decency, respect and general manners to those who don't belong to the organization or a related organization.

(Cut to the class where we see Tommy, Astin, Lennie, Wayne, Sandi and Nicola smiling at him. Back to Scott)

SCOTT: The only difference in the public view of secret societies is that they are no longer secret and much to no one's surprise, they are just as accepted now as they were then. Thank you.

(Scott goes to her seat to polite applause. Instructor Winkleman, a rotund man with a large mustache in his mid 40s, comes to the front of the class)

WINKLEMAN: Thank you very much, Lt. Tracy. That was a very insightful and thought provoking report. I hope many of you will take this into account when the next Rush Week descends upon us. Ask yourselves, "Is the organization I'm thinking of joining really out to help my fellow man or is it simply a front of some sort to promote elitism or private agenda of only a select few..."

(As Winkleman drones on, we see Tommy winking at Scott and vice versa)

(Cut to the parking lot. Scott, Tommy, Sandi and Nicola are walking out of the Colonel's office)

TOMMY: (to Scott) He actually LIKED it?

SCOTT: Not only that, when class ended, he asked if I'd be willing to read it again in his 307 class.

NICOLA: And you came up with that whole secret society/frat thing last night?

SCOTT: Yeah, and all it cost me was my sunshades getting broken.

(While Nicola and Tommy laugh about this, Sandi looks over and frowns)

SANDI: I think you may want to recheck your figures, Scott.

SCOTT, TOMMY & NICOLA: (altogether) Huh???

(Sandi points over to Scott's motorbike. Scott frowns in confusion and walks over)

(Cut to the bike. It is a little bit better than ever. It's obvious that it is a new Harley Davison motorcycle)

TOMMY: Yo, Scott?

(Nicola and Sandi come up to Scott)

SANDI: Scott? You okay?

SCOTT: (quietly) Go on without me.

NICOLA: What?

SCOTT: (looking up) Go to the cafeteria without me. I love this bike.

TOMMY: You're not thinking of doing something stupid, are you?

SCOTT: (sighs) Don't worry, Tommy. The Book's staying on the shelf. I just need to go somewhere for a few minutes. (walks off)

NICOLA: Okay, she's starting to scare me. NO ONE can be that well adjusted! If it were me, I'd be out with that bike riding it like James Bond did in Tomorrow Never Dies.

TOMMY: He's scaring me too.

SANDI: I'd have thought you'd be used to it. You share a cabin with him, Tommy.

TOMMY: Yeah but even on his bad days, he never gives the impression of a time bomb about to go off. I think we'd better keep an eye on him.

SANDI & NICOLA: (together) Good idea.

(Tommy says nothing but watches Scott's retreating figure, concern clearly evident on his face)

TOMMY: (V/O) What happened to you, Scott?

(The Dance Hall. Scott is dancing to a song on the jukebox, this time doing a hip hop dance)

SCOTT: (V/O) My time at Air Force Base is marked by periods of having to spend large amounts of money interspersed with periods of being broke and wishing you HAD large amounts of money. There was no way I was gonna hit my dad up for money this early in my Air Force career for something that was basically--ewww--cosmetic.

(Cut to the Dance Hall entrance. We see Wayne come in and look around. He wanders past a few of the dancers. After a while, he rounds the corner to the dance floor and finds Scott and strolls up to him)

WAYNE: Yo, Scott.

SCOTT: Wayne, I'm a little busy here and I'm not in the best of moods right now so why don't you go somewhere else before I'm forced to kick your butt?

WAYNE: This is incredible, Scott! I've NEVER seen anyone kick this much butt on a dance floor! You know...with your skill and a little help from me, we could clean up at next week's tournament.

SCOTT: (stops dancing and looks up at Wayne) Tournament? What tournament?

WAYNE: You didn't notice? I'm amazed. You being totally oblivious to your surroundings?

SCOTT: Wayne, it's been a really bad week. Either get to the point or get out of my way.

(Wayne turns and rips a flyer from the side of a nearby table and hands it to him)

WAYNE: The Anuual Weclome, Newbies Dance Off. Special elimination contest, no tunes older than 1956.

(Scott looks down at the flyer. Cut to the flyer where the words "FIRST PRIZE: $500 IN CASH!!!" are clearly evident. Scott blinks)

WAYNE: (continuing) Just think about it, Scott. The prestige, the renown, the money--

SCOTT: Where do I sign up?

WAYNE: You just did.

(Montage. Music Cue: "Montage" by Trey Parker from Team America: World Police)

(We see Scott moonwalking and stepping on Wayne's left foot by accident, Scott doing a booty shake a la Ricky Martin, Scott and Wayne disco dancing, Scott doing the twist, Scott doing a McFly or Busted style jump as Wayne looks on, Scott doing a headbang, Scott doing more booty shaking, Scott doing more moonwalking. Scott is getting smoother, doing several steps at a time, more twisting, more Busted jumping, more moonwalking, Scott is now a better dancer. Wayne gives his approval)