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The Social Network · written by Aaron Sorkin · 2010
Scene 186 of 189 · ≈ 2 min on screen · Act three
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.
Expansion to Yale, Columbia, Stanford; the move to Palo Alto; the costs mount — Eduardo sidelined, the twins circling, the company outgrowing its dorm-room shape.
Thiel's angel investment and the re-incorporation give Mark the company he wanted — total control, real money, a real office.
The price is Eduardo: diluted to 0.03% and walked out by security, the cost of the company Mark built is his oldest friendship.
Partygoers dance in the dark, packed sorority house.
Upstairs, Sean pitches an intoxicated crowd on Facebook's next feature, photo tagging, while sorority girls do coke off each other until the music outside abruptly stops.
Sean looks out to see police cars surrounding the house before officers burst through the front door.
This scene
--leaving the door open.
SEAN
It’s the cops.
And they all spring into action. The girls are putting their bras back on, SEAN is wiping down a night table with the palm of his hand to get the coke dust off.
SORORITY GIRL
Shit.
FRATERNITY GUY
Be cool.
They turn to see TWO POLICEMEN standing in the doorway, their flashlights scanning the room and hitting SEAN’s eyes.
SEAN
Good to see you officer. What can I do
for you?
POLICEMAN
What’s goin’ on?
SEAN
(beat)
Was the music too loud? We have a
celebration going.
POLICEMAN
Miss, I need you to button your blouse.
SEAN
I can have them turn the music down.
One of the policemen casually takes SEAN’s hand and sees that his palm looks like he just used it to erase a blackboard.
SEAN (CONT’D)
That’s not mine.
POLICEMAN
Okay, we’re gonna need identification.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
And the handcuffs start to come out and we’ve got a room of terrified children.
SORORITY GIRL
Oh my God.
We start to move in on SEAN...
POLICEMAN
(to SEAN)
You got anything in your pockets I should
know about?
SEAN
No sir, no.
POLICEMAN
Don’t be stupid now.
SEAN
I don’t.
POLICEMAN
(out of SEAN’s shirt pocket)
What’s this?
SEAN
POLICEMAN
And this?
SEAN
That’s my inhaler.
POLICEMAN #2
(to the GIRLS)
How old are you?
SORORITY GIRL
I’m 21.
ASHLEIGH
I’m 21.
POLICEMAN
Lying only makes it worse.
ASHLEIGH
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lied.
SEAN closes his eyes at hearing this news as we HEAR the sound of the cuffs lock around his wrists and we
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