The Outsiders- A New Script

SCENE 1: PONYBOY GETS JUMPED

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Aaaaannndddd.. ACTION!

(Open to see PONYBOY sitting at a desk with a thoughtful look on his face. He picks up his pen and begins writing. PONYBOY at desk starts to speak, but is soon joined by a voiceover.)

PONYBOY: When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house...

(With the voice change, PONYBOY at his desk fades away and is replaced with PONYBOY, shoulders hunched and thumbs hitched in his belt loops; a greaser. He's stepping out of a movie house.)

VOICEOVER PONYBOY:  I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman... 

(PONYBOY catches his reflection in a reflective glass door of a nearby Mom and Pop's store. He throws a 'tuff' face, running a hand through his heavily greased hair. A curl still manages to stick out over his forehead. He continues walking.)

VOICEOVER PONYBOY: It's a bit dumb to walk around in this town alone, especially when you're a greaser, but I loned it anyway. I wanted to go to the movies alone. When someone comes to see a movie with me, it gets me all uncomfortable, like someone's reading a book over your shoulder, mainly because I like to get into a movie, you know, live in it with the actors. Anyway, I guess I could have asked either of my brothers, Soda or Darry, or any one of the gang to come along with me, but they just don't dig movies or books the way I do. So I loned it. 

(Switch to several shots of PONYBOY walking through small town streets, down railroad tracks, etc. Finally, the houses begin to start looking more rundown; he's entering a greaser neighborhood. While PONYBOY is walking, a bright red Corvair is seen tailing him. Subtle at first, but it begins to follow right behind him. PONYBOY notices and starts walking faster.)

VOICEOVER PONYBOY: Like I said before, it's pretty dumb to walk in this town alone. We get jumped by the Socs. I'm not sure how you spell it, but it's the abbreviation for Socials, the jet-set, the West-Side rich kids. It's like the term "greaser," which is normally used to class all us boys on the East Side. 

(PONYBOY visibly gets more nervous as the red Corvair stops a couple yards behind him and four  Socs slink out, each dressed in their madras and flannel. PONYBOY stands frozen, a deer in the headlights. The lead Soc flicks out a switchblade, the other three circling PONYBOY until he was backed into the fence.)

LEAD SOC: (in an over-friendly voice) Hey, grease. We're gonna do you a favor, greaser. We're gonna cut all that long greasy hair off.

(The group of Socs laugh a bit, advancing closer to PONYBOY.) 

SOC TO THE LEFT: Need a haircut, greaser?

PONYBOY: Uh... No. 

(As soon as PONYBOY speaks, the Socs have him down on the ground, but not without a fight. PONYBOY struggles with a grunt, but they are too heavy for him. The LEAD SOC has his knees on PONYBOY'S elbows and is holding him down, punching him in the nose. The other three Socs are holding his arms and legs down. The LEAD SOC holds the knife to PONYBOY'S neck. PONYBOY stops struggling.)