Recess, Evans High.
At the cafeteria, the chef is serving meals to two girls. "What would you preferably have?"
PRUDENCIA: Pancakes and waffles are on the menu? I'll take those!
MATILDA: I'll have what she's having. Could you hurry up?
Shortly...
MATILDA: What's wrong, Prudy? (She asks Prudencia who's been seated for like a minute without touching her food)
PRUDENCIA: Just thinking of Tyler.
MATILDA: And what about him?
PRUDENCIA: Tomorrow's gonna make it a week since you had him suspended.
MATILDA: Shh... quiet! (She looks around to see if anyone heard). Well, he deserved it. We had a deal, I did my part but he chickened out when it got to his turn.
PRUDENCIA: You'd have done the same if you were in his shoes. I mean, you were turning him against his own twin sister. Not cool.
Matilda pauses, thinking about her decision and having flashbacks.
MATILDA: You're right... maybe I shouldn't have pit him against his twin sister.
PRUDENCIA: Okay, you were wrong but I didn't expect you to admit it. (She chuckles)
MATILDA: Are you indirectly calling me a bad person?
PRUDENCIA: I can't recall a recent memory of you being nice. (Matilda laughs)
MATILDA: But I've been nice to you, haven't I?
PRUDENCIA: The last nice thing you did was kiss me, and that was like so weird.
MATILDA: If I remember correctly, you kissed me back.
PRUDENCIA: To make you happy.
MATILDA: Oh please! You wanted a taste of these lips, everybody wants a taste of me.
PRUDENCIA: It's difficult to argue with a narcissist. (They share a laugh). I won't deny, you've been nice to me a lot of times, but not to other people.
MATILDA: No one else matters... (she pauses, her expression changes) ...and no one messes with me. No one! Not even Bella.
PRUDENCIA: Bella? What about her?
MATILDA: I haven't told you? Since Bella stopped hanging out with us, I ceased to trust her, so I paid Bill to spy on her. On Monday he came back with news. You won't believe that Bella was plotting with a sophomore on how to bring me down. They were talking in the senior library. They had evidences. A record of our conversation the previous week and pictures of Bob breaking into the principal's office.
PRUDENCIA: Whoa! Bella is going too far. I hope Bill was able to get hold of the evidences.
MATILDA: It's Bill, he's efficient.
PRUDENCIA: Okay but do I need to be worried?
MATILDA: Everything is under control.
PRUDENCIA: Can someone explain why my waffles and pancakes were served with a spoon?
MATILDA: Mine too. (Looking at her tray). He's probably high.
Just as they're talking, Bill walks up to them at their table and takes a seat facing them. "Matilda, I've got news"
MATILDA: Spill.
He tells her everything he heard and recorded while at Frost Diner.
MATILDA: So they went to Frost Diner yesterday to plot against me? I'm a hundred and one percent sure that this was Bella's idea. She's determined to make Anderson hate me even more. Tyler was my last victim... Bella, this is your cue. (She clenches her teeth angrily)
PRUDENCIA: We need to act fast, Matilda. At least we know that Adrian is the one with the pictures. Hey! (She snaps at Bill) You need to snatch them from him before they get to the principal. Go now!
BILL: I don't take orders from you. (He eyes her)
PRUDENCIA: Are you kidding me right now? Those pictures shouldn't get to the principal because if that happens... I don't even wanna think of the consequences.
MATILDA: Prudy is right. (She looks at Bill). We need to act fast... and you know what to do, so I dunno why you're still sitting here. Get those pictures!
BILL: Alright. How about the...
MATILDA: Of course, you'll be compensated as usual... Go!
BILL: Always at your service. (He smirks, dashing out of the cafeteria)
MATILDA: My appetite is gone. Let's leave.
PRUDENCIA: But my appetite is still in tact.
MATILDA: I said let's get the hell outta here.
PRUDENCIA: I guess I'll just have to let this amazing pancake end up in the trash just like that. (Reluctantly leaving the table with Matilda)
Shortly, Dylan sneaks out of his hideout and walks up to the chef.
DYLAN: So how did it go?
CHEF: Easy peasy Japanesey.
DYLAN: Uhm, it's 'lemon squeezy'.
CHEF: What?
DYLAN: No one says 'Japanesey' anymore, it's 'Easy peasy lemon squeezy'. That's the way it goes.
CHEF: Really? Never heard that.
DYLAN: Forget about it. Just tell me, how did it go? Details.
CHEF: I placed the recorders on their trays like you asked. They sat not too far from here. (Pointing to their table) They kept yapping about what they did to some kid named Tyler.
DYLAN: Oh, yeah. Poor kid.
CHEF: They didn't suspect the spoons at all, they only said I must be high for serving waffles and pancakes with a spoon. (He and Dylan share a laugh)
DYLAN: Thanks man, you really came through. Here's a twenty five. (He slides some money across the table)
CHEF: Thought we agreed on a twenty.
DYLAN: The extra is for a job well done.
CHEF: Generous. (He smiles, putting the money in his pocket) That's the table they sat on, go get your 'spoon'. (He makes air quotes with his fingers)
Few minutes before the end of recess.
ANDERSON: Hey, did you give the pictures to the admin staff? (Walking to their homeroom)
LOUIS: Sure, man. I went straight to his office as soon as I heard the bell for recess. Guess what? He got so furious after looking at the pictures. He assured me that they'd get to the principal immediately and then this case would be addressed.
ANDERSON: Humpty Dumpty is about to have a great fall. (He chuckles, giving Louis a high-five)
Just then, they hear a voice yelling. "Aggrrrhh! What's your problem? Let go of me! What pictures are you talking about? Arrrggh!"
LOUIS: Hear that?
ANDERSON: Sounds like Adrian. Goddamn it! What was I thinking? The spy was obviously gonna go after Adrian and I forgot to let him know.
"Arrrghhh stop!"
LOUIS: Dude, he's being attacked.
ANDERSON: Then let's go put an end to the bastard who's after him! (Dashing out angrily with his fists tightened)
LOUIS: This way, man. The noise was coming from this end. (Dragging Anderson and running towards the other hallway)
On getting there, Anderson swings a hat trick of hard punches at Bill in split seconds.
ANDERSON: Let go of him now, you imbecile! (Fists still tightened, eager for more hit)
BILL: Arrrghh!! Fuck! How dare you? How dare...
"DOOF!!!"
LOUIS: You were saying? (Bruising Bill's face with his own punch, busting his lip a little)
ANDERSON: Leave him to me, man. I'll finish him off. (Attempting to hit him again)
LOUIS: Dude, dude... I think that's enough. If you beat him to a pulp, it's detention for you again. (Holding him back, Bill seizes the opportunity to flee)
LOUIS: You alright, bro? (He helps Adrian to pick up some scattered papers on the floor)
ADRIAN: Yeah, I'm okay. If you two hadn't shown up when you did, my face would have been mashed potatoes by now, so thank you.
Anderson helps him to adjust his rumpled shirt and squeezed collar.
ADRIAN: These are our test scripts which Mr Audrey gave to me to distribute to y'all. I was about bringing them to the class when that guy came at me. He was demanding for some pictures I know nothing about. What the hell?
ANDERSON: Forgive me, man. Forgot to tell you 'bout the plan, I haven't really gotten to see much of you lately.
ADRIAN: What plan?
Anderson explains to him as the three of them walk to class, each walking by Adrian's side, protecting him in case of more attacks.