Act III

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EXT. YOUNG PEOPLE'S MEETING - NIGHT

Meeting's out. Groups of young people in NorCal gear: Vans, Dickies and Hurley brands. Smoking, chatting. Some still sporting 'Vote for Ro, bro' buttons.

Roan rolls up on his skateboard. Saul makes eye contact with him, Saanvi at his side.

SAUL

Where the hell you been, man? Get your ass in there or you're gonna miss the election.

Saul pushes him toward the door, heads turning towards the commotion - Roan bangs through the double doors, skate in hand.

Saanvi, Saul and a few others coming up behind him.

INT. YOUNG PEOPLE'S MEETING - NIGHT

Spartan room. Rack of metal folding chairs in one corner. A whiteboard on an artist's easel. Across the top - 'Secretary Showdown.'

A circle of plastic chairs in the center of the room. In them, the popular kids of AA high school: Randall, Sunny, Cecilia, Frankie, Yuki, Omi and Braz.

Roan enters sweaty, out of breath. Heads turn.

Braz snorts contemptuously, crossing his tattooed arms about his chest.

BRAZ

How's that black eye, Ro?

Roan grabs a metal chair from the rack. Unfolds it.

ROAN

Well, you know what they say...

Brandon looks around the circle, skeptically.

Roan scoots himself into the circle between Cecilia and Omi. Cecilia shakes her head. Omi recrosses her legs, turns away.

BRAZ

No, I guess I don't, smart guy.

ROAN

51 percent of anything is just showing up.

Roan winks at Braz.

BRAZ

Did you see that shit?! Motherfucker just winked at me!

Braz Crow on his feet, head cocked to the side.

BRAZ (CONT'D)

I'm 'bout to get all sideways on his ass again.

Randall clears his throat, standing up in the middle of the circle, intending to diffuse the situation.

His middle management air of authority - striped button down collared shirt, stressed designer denim, salt and pepper hair - seems to do just that.

RANDALL

Alrighty then. Now that the candidates have been narrowed down to these 'gentleman' and I use that term loosely, we, the trusted servants will now decide, as is custom with our group, who will be our next secretary through a series of trials.

Randall glances down at Cecilia. She stands at attention.

CECILIA

Cecilia, still an alcoholic.

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