2 (PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)
P.A.: The train on platform number 19
is for all stations to Bankstown via Strathfield.
First stop, Redfern...
(BEEPING)
(TRAIN HORN SOUNDS)
P.A.: Next stop - Redfern.
(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
-The hell is this? -Oh!
Can I have five minutes, please?
But a dress?
(SIGHS WITH EXASPERATION) I thought it would suit you.
Eugh! Mo's pissing outside again!
ADELA: Mo, stop it please!
MO: I can't!
You realise that your need for my wardrobe to be femme
is a result of your internalised misogyny?
MO: Love a TED talk while I'm taking a slash.
Right, get out!
Why are you wigging out?
-(WHISPERS) This is for him. -(PHONE RINGS)
ADELA: Can someone get my phone? It might be Dad!
Why are you such an attention whore?
Did I redecorate the house with my fragile ego?
-MAYA: Best and Fairest... -Hello?
Jubilee High School Most Improved, Moses Haleem.
ADELA: Are you serious?
(ADELA SIGHS)
I know, I...
What am I supposed to tell them?
Alright, I'll talk to you then.
MAYA: Told you not to bother.
MAYA: How am I the one copping it? I'm the only one being real.
Sorry he flaked on you again.
Mum and Mo are in denial.
Mm, maybe they're just taking time
to, like, process the disappointment.
We've had our whole lives.
You know you didn't have to come and check on me.
But the snacks, though?
Oh, stale. We should probably throw them out.
Do you know how much waste
is produced by supermarkets every day?
KRIS: Hey, Maya, could you...
Do you know how much waste
comes from supermarkets every single day?
Yeah, 'cause I work in one and so do you.
Unless you hang around on shift just for fun.
Technically, I still have one minute left of my break.
-Better make it count, then. -You too!
Sorry, but how is she a manager?
Isn't she, like, literally our age?
She's 18.
Whatever.
Isn't it illegal
to, like, talk to someone on their break?
-So annoying. -Mm.
('SOMEDAY' BY TWO ANOTHER PLAYS)
♪ You said, "It's not me"
♪ I would never doubt you... ♪
Hey, Maya! How are ya?
-Hi, sir. -♪ And I said
♪ "I can see
♪ "That you don't hope for better things"... ♪
And, dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic
for we are to utter sweet breath.
Bottom? 'Midsummer Night's Dream'?
That play that you're studying?
♪ Trying to make some space for myself again
♪ Got a feeling it'll work this time... ♪
(BARCODE READER BEEPS)
MAYA: Um, that'll come to...
Yes. Yep.
(CARD READER BEEPS)
Read your Shakespeare.
MAYA: Have a good night, sir.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, yeah. ♪
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
('SAIKO' BY FLY BOY JACK PLAYS)
♪ I'm back up in the vanta like a phantom on the prowl again
♪ They tryna pull me back and now I'm laughing all maniacal
♪ Like ha, ha, ha, look up in my eye
♪ My soul is iron Now I'm never backing down again
♪ I'm back and on the ground again and really it's a trap
♪ They tryna go another round again
♪ I'm tryna hold it back I'm 'bout to manif... ♪
(MUSIC STOPS)
You OK?
He'll come in a couple of weeks.
Sure.
I've got the perfect brush for this.
It's a bit bigger than the toothbrush, which...
Read the room, Mum.
MAYA: He bought condoms off me yesterday.
-PRIYA: What?! -MAYA: I know.
-PRIYA: No! -MAYA: Mm.
Oh, I want to be sex-positive, but ew!
Right?
He's a sub for sure.
Wait, do you think he bought them for...
-(MAYA LAUGHS) -Oh, my God.
-I know! -Hold on, wait.
Chalmers-Davis.
Pavis?
Chalmers-Davark.
-(LAUGHS) That's good. -(PRIYA LAUGHS)
-(PHONE VIBRATES) -MAYA: Wait.
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God!
Big mum energy?
It's, like, obviously I'm gonna go to the game.
It's the first one back since...
Yeah, I know.
I thought we were all going together.
She's literally so extra when it comes to Mo.
Can he even play, though, with his arm?
He called me an attention whore.
Oh, I've been called that before.
MAYA: Mm.
-Um, thanks. -It's fine.
It's, like, if you're not the main character all the time,
you'll literally die or something.
But not in a bad way.
I need to go to the library.
I said not in a bad way.
BOWIE: "Therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
Oi! So, Helena is distressed.
(MAYA WHISPERS) Guys! Bowie and Miss Parker are a thing.
(GASPS)
(WHISPERS) I know.
She's so desperate.
Right? He bought 'doms off me yesterday.
(BOWIE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
And he's allergic to latex.
I think that means he's allergic to pine nuts.
OK, Scooby Gay.
(ALL LAUGH)
Oi! Oi!
What's funny, folks?
Nothing, sir.
BOWIE: Maya, why is winged Cupid painted blind?
-Diversity. -(LAUGHTER)
OK, a serious answer, maybe?
Diversity quotas are very serious.
Such a try-hard.
Oi, what was that, Mo?
-Mo's IBS is peaking, sir. -(LAUGHTER)
-Can we focus? -(DOOR OPENS)
-GUS: Hey, fam. -Gus, take a seat.
Can anybody help me out with what this passage is about?
GUS: Nice shoes.
-(WHISPERS) Fuck off. -BOWIE: Oi! Cut it out.
Gus, sit down.
Come on.
I refuse to believe
that no-one here can relate to, um,
you know, liking someone who doesn't you back.
(WHISPERS) Draw me like one of your French girls.
BOWIE: Gus! Let's pretend to give a shit, mate!
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,
"and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
-What is Helena saying? -GUS: Are you sure...
Come on, mate, what does she mean?
(SIGHS)
Helena is thirsty, like Jews crossing the desert thirsty.
BOWIE: No. What else?
Um, nothing matters, not looks or whatever.
Yeah, and...?
(SIGHS) Her heart knows what it wants.
Doesn't matter if Demetrius is a big derro
with dumb white shoes.
-(LAUGHTER) -BOWIE: And why?
Because Cupid is a dirty little perve.
-(LAUGHTER) -BOWIE: Alright.
-You were so close! -GUS: Very close.
BOWIE: You nearly had it, mate.
(BELL RINGS)
KATE: Gus! Gus.
GUS: Is this for me?
(GUS CHUCKLES)
-You guys coming to the game? -Yeah. Everyone's going.
For real?
I'm only going for his mental health.
-Thank you. -Oh, wow.
So you don't even wanna watch me play?
Too bad that's a weapon, son.
They won't let him play with that on.
(POWER SAW WHIRRS)
(ADELA SIGHS)
(POWER SAW WHIRRS)
(SHOUTS) Alan! Alan!
Alan!
-LUCINDA: Alan! -ADELA: Alan!
Hey! Jesus!
Oh, I am so sorry, Del.
What?
LUCINDA: It's... It's 8 o'clock.
ALAN: Sorry, I didn't know. I didn't know.
It's OK.
Fancy a dip?
Oh, no, no, no.
I, um... No, I should get another hour before work.
Yeah, but the jets are better than sleep.
No, thank you.
See?
I feel like a poached egg.
(LUCINDA LAUGHS)
LUCINDA: Yum!
Sometimes the pain is so intolerable
I feel like I almost...
..I feel like I can't live inside my own body.
But this helps.
Why don't you take me away somewhere for a minute?
Hm?
Tell me what's been happening with you.
Um...he was supposed to visit again this week.
LUCINDA: No!
Last-minute change of plans.
LUCINDA: Again?
Poor Mo. He's so devastated.
And Maya, I mean, I... I know she's angry.
And what about you?
Feels unfair.
I...
I shouldn't have said that.
Oh, no, you can't lie to the bubbles.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Being alone has its charms.
LUCINDA: Maybe you should make it official.
Hm?
He's a good man, Lucy.
White? Red? You want a glass?
Bottle? Bottle.
-BOWIE: Mm? -Mm.
Uh, hello!
Hey, could we please get a bottle of chablis? Thanks.
FYI, I come from a long line of messy drunks.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, let's get mocktails.
-Oh, no... -No, I love a nojito.
No, really, mate, it's good, thank you.
The chablis is great, thanks.
-Nice top, by the way. -Oh. Yeah, you like?
Yeah, no, it's great. I, uh, like it.
-Have you ever... -Do you want something to eat?
..been snowboarding?
-Snowboarding? -Yeah.
-No. -Me neither, actually.
Oh.
I'm just gonna go there. How are you, really?
What do you mean?
Someone has to check in on the wellbeing teacher.
Well...
Thanks.
If you want honesty,
I'm feeling like my resilience is at an all-time low.
Oh.
I want to say it's because of all the extra...
-Like, wellbeing and... -(HALF-LAUGHS)
But actually,
I think I'm flirting with a bit of an identity crisis.
Oh! I...I get it. I...
I remember being so enthralled by my English teacher.
I'm...I'm not sure I'm enthralling anyone, you know?
(LAUGHS)
Oh, how did we get there so quickly?
Could I have been an artist?
Is there some 'Sliding Doors' moment
where I really just ballsed it up?
And now I'm doing even more hours,
so by the time Sunday night comes around
I've had another week without even thinking about
what I would paint, if I did have the chance.
Hey. Hey. You're an artist.
Did you know that, um... Who was it?
..Van Gogh had sold, like, one painting when he died.
I'm intimidated by half my students.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm, um... I'm intimidated by pelicans.
(LAUGHS) Really? What?
I think, yeah...like, I got chased by one at Port Stephens
when I was a kid.
It chased me all the way to the car.
-(LAUGHS) -It was just fuckin' horrific.
Oh, far out.
You're so sweet.
Yeah, I've heard that, yeah.
MAE: Well, I heard you have a cute apartment.
MAE: Just so you know...
BOWIE: Mm?
I've never dated anyone...
..so nice before.
Hey, uh, you know what? I'm actually pretty wasted.
I don't mind if you don't finish.
It's not... It's not... It's not that. It's, um...
You know, it's actually not fair
to let me say a load of vulnerable shit
and then be freaked out by it.
No, no. No, no, no, that's...
No, but yes, that's exactly what's going on here?
No, no, I'm not freaking out.
I'm just, um...
I just don't think that I wanna have drunk sex.
With you.
Oh. Um...
OK, we can...
OK.
Sorry, is that... Is that OK?
Uh, yeah.
Um...
..I should probably go.
I'll...I'll book you an Uber.
Oh. Thanks.
How are things at home?
My house is so depressing
it needs its own mental health plan.
(CHUCKLES)
Dad was supposed to come and visit,
but surprise, he piked, because...
MAE: Mm.
Actually, I don't know why.
Can we not?
Sure.
Uh...
How are you going with your electives?
I'm really loving 3-unit math.
You know you don't have to entertain me.
MAYA: What's that supposed to mean?
I know it can feel easier to joke around,
but it's OK to be real.
You wanna be real?
Word is your medium-sized-dick boyfriend has a latex allergy.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey.
Shall we go for a walk?
(MAYA PUFFS AND PANTS)
This isn't walking, sir!
Come on!
Water.
You wanna tell me what's going on?
My family's a bin fire. How are you?
This is where you explain yourself.
Family's big stuff.
You don't want to say your piece about it?
Not if it means that everyone else
gets to say their dumb shit!
Sorry, but if I hear
one more piece of advice,
I'll scream!
It's like nobody gets anything.
Why isn't everyone screaming?
Maybe they are. Inside.
People are good pretenders.
What's the point of it all?
Oh! Is that all you wanna know?
There are people who give others, and themselves,
time to work stuff out.
To figure out if they even like stuff.
And there are people who don't.
Which kind do you want to be?
They'll get there, and so will you.
OK?
First thing, a written apology to Ms Park,
on my desk tomorrow.
-Thank you, Mr Ioane. -MAYA: Thank you, Mr Ioane.
Great, let's go.
('RETURN' BY EMMA RUTH RUNDLE PLAYS)
♪ The breath between things no-one says
♪ Author of a poor design... ♪
-(TATTOO GUN BUZZES) -ANOHNI: ♪ Lines miles high
♪ In steel or nuclear
♪ The forests of Borneo
♪ White water in your mouth
♪ I don't want your future... ♪
(CRUNCHING)
(MO SIGHS)
IOANE: Naturally, there's a lot of emotion today.
Our first game back without our captain.
So I don't want you to worry about the score,
I don't want you to care if we win or not.
All I care about is that you keep your heads.
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
Listen to Mo and take care of each other.
And absolutely smash those cunts.
(PLAYERS LAUGH)
Yeah, sure we will.
GUS: Alright, come on, let's bring it in. Come on, boys.
MO: We know who we're playing for.
PLAYERS: Yeah.
He was my mate. He was all of our mates.
PLAYERS: Yeah.
He had every single one of our backs every time we played.
-PLAYER: Yeah, man. -PLAYER: That's it.
He didn't give a shit about rep honours,
'cause he gave a shit about us.
And he fucking hated Marrickville!
-Alright, let's go, boys! -PLAYERS: Yeah!
(PLAYERS YELL)
Go, Jubilee. Get it, Jubilee!
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it!
Yeah, good, Jubilee. Come on!
(PLAYERS YELL)
(CROWD SHOUTS EXCITEDLY)
(CHEERING)
Yes, boys, that's what I like to see!
Go, go! Let's go!
Go, bitch, suck on that bottle!
MARRICKVILLE PLAYER: Fuck off!
Don't know who's hotter.
-(YELLING) -(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Just kick it!
-(CHEERING) -Whoo! Whoo!
GUS: Yes!
Fuckin' yes!
Come on, boys, we've got this.
(CHEERING AND CHATTER)
MAN: Alright then, boys!
MAN: Come on, come on, come on!
Oh, yes, go!
Let's fuckin' go!
Yes!
PLAYER: Come on, boys!
(YELLING)
-Yeah! -Whoo!
(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)
PRIYA: Um, what is she...
-Are you mad at me? -Why would I be mad at you?
KRIS: Hey.
-Hey. -How you doing?
-Good, how are you? -Good.
MAN: OK, boys, bring it home!
Come on!
MAN: Whoa!
Hey!
-(WHISTLE BLOWS) -Get off me, mate.
-Even your friends, bro. -Fuckin' emergency.
MARRICKVILLE PLAYER: Fuckin' inbred.
-(WHISTLE BLOWS PERSISTENTLY) -Get off me!
-MAN: Hey, boys! Boys! -What the fuck, man?
Gus, you fucking chill, bro.
Back the fuck off. Get the fuck off him.
REF: Alright, that's enough. That's a red card.
-Look what you fuckin' did. -You're delusional!
-Shut up! -He's delusional!
Shut the fuck up, bro. Shut up!
-(WHISTLE BLOWS) -Shut up, bro.
Oh, my God.
-Shut the fuck up. -BRENDAN: Mo! Mo! Mo!
Just finish it.
-BRENDAN: Mo! -PLAYER: Get off, bro.
-Get off. -We're supposed to be a team.
Mo, go cool down.
But he's a dog!
-Mo! -REF: That's it, that's it.
This game is over.
-Fuck this. -SPECTATOR: Boo!
Get off the pitch!
You're embarrassing yourselves!
-You suck! -Fuck off and die!
Sorry.
I guess that's it.
KRIS: You wanna hang out?
MAYA: Mo!
Mo, wait! Hey.
Stop trying to be a thing, Maya.
Fuck off!
Stop!
MO: Oh!
(MAYA LAUGHS)
(MO CHUCKLES)
Hey! I got fish and chips!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, get the plate please, Maya.
Mr Ioane called me today.
MO: Did he tell you I was a shit captain?
No.
MAYA: They still won.
MO: We actually forfeited.
What? You were up, like, four-nil. That's bullshit.
What happened, MoMo?
He actually killed it.
Although probably a good thing Dad wasn't there
to see you go bitch mode.
(MO CHUCKLES)
It didn't sound all that funny.
I'm sure if Dad was there he would have been very proud.
But he isn't, is he?
He's never here.
Well, he would if he could.
Broken record much?
Right, let's just enjoy some fish and chips.
But she's right.
He's never gonna be here.
-This isn't happening. -Have you been at him?
-It's actually obvious. -No, it's just obvious.
-OK. -God, stop trying so hard.
OK!
You know, I can't with you two sometimes!
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)