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The Social Network · written by Aaron Sorkin · 2010
Scene 113 of 189 · ≈ 4 min on screen · Act two
Mark Zuckerberg wants status and belonging Harvard's final clubs won't give him, so he builds a website that gives the world both — and loses his best friend and co-founder to the company he built to prove he mattered.
Mark at the campus bar: brilliant, status-obsessed, unable to read the room he's sitting in.
He wants to matter — to be let into the final clubs, to be exceptional enough that Erica's verdict is wrong — and Facemash is the first proof-of-concept.
He takes the Winklevoss pitch as a springboard, builds theFacebook in its place, and launches it into a world he can't control.
Mark lays out Facebook's expansion to Yale, Columbia and Stanford and assigns roles to Dustin and Chris, while Eduardo pushes to add Stanford too.
In deposition recess, Marylin tries to make small talk with Mark, who deflects with a joke about Bosnia before coldly explaining the Winklevosses are suing him because things didn't go their way for once.
Divya reports the expansion news to Tyler and Cameron, and the group discovers Harvard's student handbook language on theft, deciding to take their case to president Larry Summers.
This scene
A pretty 20 year-old co-ed, AMY, pulls a curtain open and the darkened room immediately fills with un-welcomed sunlight. AMY’s wearing nothing but a Stanford sweatshirt as a skinny 22 year-old guy who’s lying on her futon wakes up. There’s other evidence on the walls that we’re at Stanford University. There are also pieces of AMY’s clothing strewn about.
The young man on the futon is SEAN PARKER.
AMY
I’m sorry, I’m late for Bio-Chem.
SEAN
Okay.
AMY
You don’t know my name, do you?
SEAN
(off the sweatshirt)
Is it Stanford?
AMY
I should just kick your ass. How can you
go to a party, meet--
SEAN
Amelia Ritter but you prefer Amy. You’re
from Orinda, your father’s in commercial
real estate and your mother’s 10 years
sober.
AMY
(beat)
What’s my major?
SEAN
Trombone.
AMY
Really?
SEAN
I remember something about a trombone.
AMY
Tu fais l'amour à la jolie fille et la
mets de côté.
SEAN
French! Your major is French.
AMY
Oui. And yours?
SEAN
Mine? I don’t have one.
AMY
You haven’t declared?
SEAN
I don’t go to school.
AMY
You’re kidding?
SEAN
No.
AMY
Where did you go to school?
SEAN
William Taft Elementary for a little
while.
AMY
Seriously, you’re not like 15 years old
or anything are you?
SEAN
No.
(beat)
You’re not like--
AMY
No. So what do you do?
SEAN
I’m an entrepreneur.
AMY
You’re unemployed.
SEAN
I wouldn’t say that.
AMY
What would you say?
SEAN
That I’m an entrepreneur.
AMY
What was your latest preneur?
SEAN
Well...I founded an internet company that
let folks download and share music for
free.
AMY
Kind of like Napster?
SEAN
Exactly like Napster.
AMY
What do you mean?
SEAN
I founded Napster.
AMY
Sean Parker founded Napster.
SEAN
Nice to meet you.
AMY
(pause)
You’re Sean Parker?
SEAN
Ah ha. The shoe’s on the other...
AMY
Foot?
SEAN
--table which has turned.
AMY
I just slept with Sean Parker?
SEAN
You just slept on Sean Parker.
AMY
You’re a zillionaire.
SEAN
Not technically.
AMY
What are you?
SEAN
Broke. There’s not a lot of money in free
music. Even less when you’re being sued
by everyone who’s ever been to the
Grammys.
AMY
This is blowing my mind.
SEAN
I appreciate that.
AMY
I have to hop in the shower and get ready
for class.
SEAN
Bio-chem, even though you’re a French
major whose name is Amy.
AMY
You passed.
SEAN
I’m a hard worker.
AMY
There’s juice or anything else you can
find. Help yourself.
SEAN
You mind if I check my e-mail?
AMY
Go ahead.
AMY heads into the bathroom but leaves the door a little ajar.
SEAN steps over to AMY’s pink laptop and hits a key to wake it out of sleep mode.
The shower starts running in the bathroom.
The laptop springs to life and is open to something SEAN’s never seen before--a Facebook page.
He sees AMY’s picture and a short profile: Her major at Stanford, courses she’s taking, books she likes, clubs she’s a member of...
SEAN
(calling)
Amy?
She can’t hear him in the shower.
SEAN explores around a little more. He knows his way around a computer. He sees her “friends”. Friend after friend after friend.
SEAN (CONT’D)
(almost a whisper)
Jesus.
He gets up and goes to the bathroom door--
SEAN (CONT’D)
Amy?
AMY
(calling back)
Yeah!
SEAN
Can you come out here?
AMY
(calling)
Just a second!
SEAN tries to wait but can’t--
SEAN
There’s a snake in here, Amy.
AMY
What?!
AMY grabs a towel and jumps out of the shower--
AMY (CONT’D)
Where?!
SEAN
There isn’t a snake, but I need to ask
you something.
AMY
Are you kidding me?! I could have been
killed!
SEAN
(beat)
How?
AMY
(beat--not sure)
By running too fast...and getting twisted
in the curtain--What do you need to ask
me?
SEAN
I went to check my e-mail and there’s a
site open on your computer.
AMY
After you passed out last night I went on
theFacebook for a little bit.
SEAN
What’s that?
AMY
TheFacebook? Stanford’s had it for like
two weeks now it’s really awesome except
it’s freakishly addictive. Seriously, I’m
on the thing like five times a day.
SEAN
You mind if I grab a piece of paper and a
pen?
AMY
Is everything okay?
SEAN
Everything’s great. I just need to find
you, Mark Zuckerberg.
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