2 (CHOIR SINGS HYMN IN LATIN)
PROFESSOR WALTERS: John Collier, 1897.
(REMOTE CLICKS)
Henri Gervex,
1885.
Manet,
1863.
And, of course,
'L'Origine du Monde'...
(STUDENTS GASP AND EXCLAIM)
..1866,
Gustave Courbet.
(OPERATIC SINGING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC AND OPERATIC SINGING BUILD)
-(STUDENTS MURMUR) -(DOOR THUDS)
WALTERS: Unlike traditional portrait painters of note,
Courbet strips...
-(RORY WHISPERS) Babz! -Ow!
-WALTERS: ..presenting... -RORY: Babz!
WALTERS: ..sexuality without pretence...
-RORY: Hey. -WALTERS: ..refusal to...
Babz! Babe, why are you overreacting?
Rory, I'm in a lecture.
It's just a video. Who cares?
Is there a problem, Miss Andrews?
-Yes. -No.
-STUDENT: That's awkward. -(OTHERS CHUCKLE)
You can't just ignore me.
-Camel! -(STUDENTS LAUGH)
Shut the fuck up, Scott!
WALTERS: Do you mind?! Philistines!
Fine. You know, the boys are right about you.
You can be such a bitch.
WALTERS: May I continue?
-(BAG THUDS) -Ow!
WALTERS: Thank you.
(DOOR THUDS)
WALTERS: 'Leda and the Swan', Michelangelo.
Here, the god Zeus, in the form of a swan...
SONG: ♪ A war on women
♪ Is a war on us all... ♪
(STUDENTS LAUGH AND CHATTER)
♪ They'll poison the water
♪ Like they poisoned our souls
♪ They
♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
♪ A war on colour
♪ Is a war on us all... ♪
Blaide, you're gonna need to take that one down.
There's nothing wrong with them.
-I'm gonna get complaints. -It's just a fact.
This isn't a debate. Take it down. Now, please.
-ELISE: Prue. -SHEPHERD: Vice-Chancellor!
You did a guest lecture in one of my art-making tutes.
It was spot-on. Thank you.
FTP.
Fuck the patriarchy.
STUDENT: Hey, Prue? Come talk to us, Queen Femmo.
Hey, um, I just wanted to ask about your nose piercing.
-Not today, arsehole. -STUDENT: Don't ignore us!
Should I come back later? I'm just thinking about getting...
PRUE: Fuck off! Get away from us!
Actually, male students are assaulted 26% of the time.
Yeah, by other men.
You don't have permission to film us.
Where are our rights?
Where are our initiatives and special laws?
-PRUE: Right, that's it. -LYLE: OK, one more, one more.
-STUDENT: Hey, hey! -(BLAIDE GRUNTS)
Hey, give it back, femoid.
-What are you gonna do? -Can't just steal his phone.
-It's new! -Yeah, you can't.
Let him film! Let him film, you fugly dog.
What are they gonna do? Sell it to 'Playboy'?
-Don't you fucking touch me! -(STUDENTS EXCLAIM)
SONG: ♪ Many kids are looking up at their parents for
♪ The permission to just be who they are
♪ And in this world, you've got so much hatred... ♪
GUARD: Oi!
♪ I wonder why you'd want to create it... ♪
(PRUE SCREAMS) Get your hands off me!
Hey, hey! You're meant to be protecting students.
Ugh!
FTP!
-FTP! -(STUDENTS SHOUT)
Argh! KAM!
KAM?
(PRUE SHRIEKS)
Kill all men!
♪ War on us all
♪ They hate what is different
♪ And kill what is small
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ The war on our future
♪ The war on us all
♪ We've gotta keep fighting for what makes us whole... ♪
Oh!
Hey, it was, uh, Vera, wasn't it?
I'm...I'm... No. No, no, Professor.
It's Elise, but...
-Ah, right. -Yeah.
Uh, would you, uh, care to join me
on the chaise longue, Elise?
Yeah, um, I was just wondering if you knew
when, um, Professor Walters would be in.
I just wanted to ask about my...my grade.
PHOENIX: Right.
May I?
Whoa! Right.
You've put clothes on all the women. Huh!
We were asked to re-create this,
but I thought I'd make it more my style.
Oh, no, no, don't get me wrong. You've got...great style.
But Walters is a classicist
and you've taken certain liberties.
I...I can't get an F. I'm on a scholarship.
For Fine Arts?
The bagpipe scholarship for St Stephen's.
Right. I thought that was...
Yeah, traditionally a male role.
But, um... (CHUCKLES) ..my old neighbour, Mr Donner, taught me.
He said it was usually a man's instrument,
but I had the shoulders for it.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Wow. Wow.
-Can I give you some advice? -Yeah.
If you're wanting to make a bold statement,
you're gonna have to do a whole lot more
than stick clothes on nudes.
Yeah?
Go harder.
Be radical.
Don't settle for mediocrity.
(UNEASY STRING MUSIC)
Thank you, but, um...
(TENSE VOCALISATIONS)
Yeah.
(UNEASY STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(GRUNTS) -(VIDEO CALL RINGS)
(GROANS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Morning, darling!
-Or is it evening? -Afternoon.
How are you, sweetie? I miss you.
-I miss you so much. -Miss you too.
It's so quiet here without you.
(FLAPS LIPS)
-(FLAPS LIPS) -Last day of week two.
-Yeah. -How's my petal doing?
-Hmm? -Good.
Did you get the toilet paper I sent?
Uh, yeah, Mum, they do have toilet paper here.
I know!
But I bet they don't have the rosehip one.
I haven't checked. Uh...
Darling, is that your assignment in the bin?
Uh, yeah. I...I'd rather not talk about it, Mum.
Oh, love! Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you want to come home, darling?
Mum, that can't be your gut instinct
every time something goes bad.
Last week, I burnt my mouth on a burrito
and you put a flight on hold.
I'm just a bit concerned about you, sweetheart.
-Don't be. -(QUIET SOBBING NEARBY)
(SIGHS) Elise?
Um...
-(SOBBING CONTINUES) -Ju...
-Uh... -Sorry, Mum. I've, um...
-I've...I've gotta go. -(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(APP CHIMES)
-(TROUBLING MUSIC) -(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(LOUD THROAT CLEARING)
ELISE: Hey.
Are you OK?
-(UNEASY STRING MUSIC) -(BARBARA SIGHS)
Yes. Ellen, I'm fine.
It's Elise, actually.
I don't know why people keep getting that wrong.
(BARBARA SIGHS)
(UNEASY STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)
STUDENT: Whoo!
ZAC: I'm just so glad I managed to catch you this time.
-Thank you. -Everything you post on Threads,
it's, like... it's, like, so vital.
-I really... -And...
-(ZAC LAUGHS) -I really...appreciate it.
-ZAC: Um... -Um...
I really like what you've done with your hair.
-Like, the little braids... -Thanks.
Actually, in person, it looks a lot lighter.
In all your pictures on your profile, it's, like...
-BARBARA: Alison! -ZAC: ..kinda shiny.
-BARBARA: Hey! -That's closer, but it's Elise.
I thought I missed you guys. Are the others already inside?
-(UNEASY STRING MUSIC) -Hmm...
We should...we should go inside and meet them.
Please?
-It won't take long. -ELISE: Uh...
-I...I... Uh, sure, yeah. Yeah. -ZAC: Right. Right.
-BARBARA: 'Bye. Later. -ZAC: See you later, Barbara?
I'm Elise. You're Barbara.
I've seen you in my Fine Arts class.
-(ELECTRONIC MUSIC THUDS) -(STUDENTS CHATTER)
Thanks for helping me out back there.
Did you know that guy?
Don't want to. He's a reply guy.
(SOFTLY) Reply...
Sorry, I'm not really down with all the social media lingo.
Don't say 'lingo'.
A guy who replies to all my posts
and sends me gifts when I do lives,
so I kinda need him.
I've got 650K followers.
Mostly women who want fashion inspo,
but there's the occasional creep that needs managing.
Should we call the police?
And say what?
It's not illegal to walk around campus.
Just give him 30 minutes. He'll get bored and leave.
Whoa, I'm actually really fortunate
to only have 12 followers on...
Fucking pricks!
-(MEN CHANT) Camel! Camel! -(BARBARA SIGHS)
Is that what you were arguing
with your boyfriend about in lecture?
BARBARA: Ex!
(SIGHS) St Stephen's guys put six bottles of vodka
in their O Week punch last year.
(ELISE LAUGHS)
Camel. OK. Oh, like, humps? That's really clever. (INHALES)
(ELISE STOPS LAUGHING)
Uh, but it's mostly slut-shamey.
-We need another drink. -I don't really drink.
('FRIENDS' BY MISS KANINNA PLAYS)
Jesus, you're really into this art stuff, aren't you?
Oh, this is just for Professor Wanker's class.
(BARBARA LAUGHS)
OK, you're gonna need to be more specific.
-Walters. -Ugh! Fuck.
How is it fair that I get shadow banned for side boob,
and he gets a fortune for showing off ancient bush?
You know, I came here to be a protest artist, like...
BARBARA: Yeah.
..Pussy Riot or Guerrilla Girls.
BARBARA: Mm.
But then, Walters failed me
for putting clothes on nude women.
And Phoenix told me that my work wasn't radical enough.
And then he fucking mansplains feminist art to you.
You're so right!
I didn't work in a supermarket deli
on a five-year gap year for this.
Isn't it usually one?
We're literally under house arrest
waiting for your stalker to leave.
These men are holding us back! (BANGS TABLE)
And they're fucking calling me camel.
Babe! You haven't even humped me all night.
Let's go fucking teach him a lesson.
FTP.
BOTH: Fuck the patriarchy!
KAM.
What?
Kill all men.
('FRIENDS' BY MISS KANINNA CONTINUES)
(SHOUTS)
SONG: ♪ You must come pick a side
♪ 'Cause the devil's out at night
♪ And I know you don't wanna be lonely
♪ And I don't wanna fight
♪ But I will, babe, if you like
♪ And we can make up like in the movies... ♪
(BARBARA SHRIEKS)
♪ I'm the type
♪ To make you move it
♪ You got time to help me prove it
♪ I'mma grind to make you lose it
♪ Make you lose it... ♪
BARBARA: Well, I never thought I'd see her rubbing a penis.
Definitely not a men's rights doodle.
We should do that.
Draw a dick on the women's room?
No.
Vandalise something.
Go full fucking...gorilla shit.
(ELISE LAUGHS)
(ELISE STOPS LAUGHING)
Oh, wait. You're serious.
You weren't?
OK, how did you know that was there?
Phoenix thinks he has a chance with me,
so now I get free art supplies.
ELISE: Yeah!
-Yes! -BARBARA: Go, go, go, go!
-(ELISE LAUGHS) -♪ I like to keep it low-key
♪ I be getting to the bag
♪ I see why these haters mad
♪ When I walk into the room
♪ They know that I can take them in
♪ I know that I'm the baddest girl
♪ 'Cause, baby, I'm the savagest
♪ I send you straight to voicemail
♪ If it ain't about the bag, you know
-♪ My price, it ran up -♪ Ran up
-♪ About a week ago -♪ Ago
♪ I'm up and it's stuck
♪ So you won't get it for the low
-♪ I'm poppin' -♪ Uh
-♪ I'm lit, I'm poppin' -♪ I'm poppin'
♪ You know I'm poppin' Lip gloss poppin'... ♪
-(SPRAY CAN RATTLES) -♪ Bag on like, yeah
♪ I'm too lit to stop it
♪ You know I be poppin' it, lockin' it
♪ Hand on my knees and I'm droppin' it
-♪ Poppin' -♪ Yeah
-♪ I'm lit, I'm poppin'... ♪ -BARBARA: Whoo-hoo!
-♪ You know I'm poppin' -♪ Yeah
♪ Lip gloss poppin'
-♪ Bag on like, yeah -♪ Yeah
♪ I'm too lit to stop it
-♪ You know I be poppin it... ♪ -(BOTH CHEER)
♪ Lockin' it, hand on my knees when I'm droppin' it
♪ It's giving bad girl
-♪ I am a bad girl... ♪ -(BOTH LAUGH)
♪ It's giving bad girl
♪ I am a bad girl
♪ It's giving bad girl
♪ I am a bad girl
-♪ It's giving bad girl... ♪ -(FLASH BULB POPS)
♪ 'Cause I am a bad girl. ♪
(SONG CONTINUES OVER HEADPHONES)
BARBARA: What happened to her?
(SNIFFS AND GAGS)
(SLURS) Get your man hands off of me.
Shit. She's either high or had too much paint stripper.
-(BARBARA GRUNTS) -(ELISE PANTS)
Will she be OK?
Sure.
Yeah, we'll just... close the door
and she'll wake up when she's ready.
(SONG CONTINUES OVER HEADPHONES)
We should go home.
No! Or to the strip club!
No. Home.
I've got hot yoga at 7:00.
(ELISE SIGHS) OK.
'Bye, Prue.
♪ Stop it
♪ They all like it
♪ I'm too lit to stop it
♪ You know I be poppin' it, lockin' it
♪ Hand on my knees when I'm droppin' it... ♪
(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)
(SIREN WAILS)
-(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) -(SIREN FADES)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
Ahh.
(BOX DROPS)
What are you doing?
-(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) -Uh...
You can hear that, right?
Ugh!
(PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES)
(GROANS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
REPORTER: Staff and students at Cecil James University
woke this morning to the gruesome discovery
of a mutilated body
in the middle of its art faculty quadrangle.
Detectives confirmed the victim
was star footballer Scott Nicholls.
Prue Matthews, leader of the campus feminist collective,
was taken in for questioning.
(OPERATIC SINGING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Did you hear?
They're saying she cut his dick off.
Hell, yeah. That prick was a rapist.
What?
He had it coming.
(TENSE MUSIC)
-(DOOR CLOSES) -Hi, Elise. This is Elise.
You need to calm the hell down, girlfriend.
(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)
(WHISPERS)
(GAGS)
Ugh!
(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)
It's gonna be OK.
BARBARA: Where are we going?
Is this where you hang out with your friends?
It's called a library. And, no.
I don't have any friends. Keep moving.
Small cap, thank you.
-(DEVICE BEEPS) -SHEPHERD: Detective Roach.
Ouch! That is a nice shiner.
Oh, no, it's nothing. It was a protest on campus yesterday.
Ivy Shepherd, campus liaison.
It really is an honour, sir. I mean, you were on my wall...
-Yeah, yeah. Hey, um... -..during training and...
I think while we wait for Forensics,
let's just, uh, work backwards from the arts store.
Of course. Yep. Great.
-(INTRIGUING STRING MUSIC) -(MOUTHS WORDS)
Last night - what do you remember?
Are you suggesting that I killed and castrated somebody?
I don't know. Did you?
Are you fucking serious, Elise?
You said that the footy boys sucked,
that we should kill all men.
No, hon. You said that.
(GAGS)
Blaargh!
Oh! Oh!
(ELISE COUGHS)
Sorry. I projectile when I'm stressed.
To be honest, I don't remember much of last night.
(PHONE CLICKS)
Here we are finishing up.
And here's a selfie you sent me 10 minutes later
eating a cake-making kit in bed.
There's no body.
No. So you need to cool it.
And maybe lose the paint-stained pants.
Right. But they've arrested Prue.
And as we know, she didn't do it either.
BARBARA: She could've done it.
It does sounds like something she would do.
We left her in that room. We covered her in paint.
We're the reason that she's in jail.
-We have to go to the police. -No way.
They'll think we did it.
Then we show them your photos
and we'll explain to them
that, yeah, while we did the art stuff, someone else...
No-one can know that I made that art, OK?
I have a lot of sponsored content.
-Are you serious? -About my income? Yeah!
The minute that you get political, you're screwed.
Let me put this in terms that you may understand.
Prue is #fucked.
OK, let me put this in terms you might understand.
When you graffiti the quad,
you lose your bagpipe scholarship.
(TENSE VOCAL MUSIC)
-Sorry, we were just... -Fuck off, Jenny.
Wait!
Give us your stockings.
No way!
Yes way.
If I give you my stockings,
you need to do something for me.
I've started my own business.
('GIRLIE POP' BY POP TARTS PLAYS)
SONG: ♪ Someone squashed a lemon
♪ And the juice was sickly sweet
♪ Sweet and artificial... ♪
(SIGHS) This needs to come down, stat.
(ELISE GAGS) Hi, Elise. This is Elise.
You just need to be practical.
-(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) -(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
-Who are you talking to? -Myself.
My mum says it's healthy. It's a form of self-soothing.
Well, it's weird.
OK, one thing we have going for us
is that nobody sees us as friends.
Thank God.
So even if they were to find the surveillance footage
of two people running around,
there's no reason that they'd think it was us.
Great! So you disposed of the drop sheet junk, then?
(HUFFS)
OK, I'm gonna return the art building key.
And I have to do the drop sheet?
To be honest, Elise, people follow me online.
People know what I do every day.
If I were seen lighting a fire or digging a hole,
someone's gonna start asking questions.
Whereas someone like you,
well, that is just normal behaviour.
(STUDENTS CHATTER)
SHEPHERD: ..haven't turned up.
You reported supplies had been taken
from your storeroom.
PHOENIX: Correct. But it wouldn't be one of my kids.
SHEPHERD: Great, so we'll need an inventory
of everything's that's missing.
Of course.
ROACH: So what's, uh, access like
after hours at this place?
PHOENIX: Yeah, so we lock up at 6:00.
(TENSE STRING MUSIC)
PHOENIX: There is a spare key.
ROACH: And who knows about that?
Oh, only the highest achievers.
(TENSE STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)
PHOENIX: Oh, it's...
(PHOENIX GRUNTS)
Oh, it's weird. It's...
It's not here.
-BARBARA: Professor. -Hey, Barbara! Hey!
-Just wanted to return your key. -Thank you.
Barbara here is one of our most promising young students.
When did you take that key?
Just a second ago.
-I...I needed more clay. -Ah!
-Yeah. -Oh, well. On the tools!
(BARBARA AND PHOENIX CHUCKLE)
-BARBARA: Thanks, Professor. -PHOENIX: Of course.
(EXHALES)
So this might as well be an open storeroom.
(INTRIGUING STRING MUSIC)
Yeah. Cool. This is doable.
(DOOR OPENS)
-(NICOLE CALLS OUT) -(LOCK CLICKS)
(ELISE GRUNTS)
Sorry! I'm just masturbating.
(TENSE STRING MUSIC)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(SPADE STRIKES)
(PANTS SOFTLY)
(SYNTH MUSIC)
(STUDENTS CHEER)
SONG: ♪ Just gonna go for it
♪ Right in the face of it... ♪
(PHONE RINGS)
-♪ Can you handle how we do... ♪ -Oh, one second.
Good news.
The key's back.
Did anyone see you?
Nope. Don't think so.
Hey, you don't feel like helping me dig a hole, do you?
They make it look way easier in the movies.
I'm good, thanks, babe.
RORY: Hey, Babz!
-Hey. -(GROWLS)
Is that Rory? Are you out?
The guys at Stephen's are throwing
a pimps and tarts party in Scott's honour.
It would be disrespectful of me not to attend.
-But I thought you and Rory... -We break up all the time.
We're really good now.
Look, you bury the evidence.
If Prue tells a cop she saw us,
they won't find anything, right?
Now, what are we gonna do to get her released?
Listen, Elise.
The cops will figure it out eventually, OK?
And like you said,
we probably shouldn't be seen together anymore.
We got away with it.
(MUSIC THUDS IN DISTANCE)
(SPADE SCRAPES)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES)
Hi, Elise. This is Elise.
If you keep crying, we're never gonna finish.
-(SPADE STRIKES) -(ELISE GRUNTS)
SONG: ♪ Ah-om, ah-om... ♪
(ELISE GRUNTS)
♪ Ah-om... ♪
(EXHALES)
♪ Ah-om
♪ Will you come with me? ♪
I told the boys to lay off the camel stuff.
-They'll take it down. -♪ Come with me
♪ The kings and queens are falling... ♪
-Thanks. -Hm.
♪ The shadows, they are calling... ♪
You know, we've all got embarrassing drunk stories.
I once cut my tongue on a can of tuna
and they called me John West for so long. (LAUGHS)
♪ Do you dare? ♪
(RORY CHUCKLES)
♪ A strangeness fills the air Do you dare? ♪
Yeah.
♪ Ah-om... ♪
Actually, um...
♪ Ah-om
-♪ Ah-om... ♪ -That night, I, um...
♪ Ah-om
♪ Will you come with me?
♪ Come with me
♪ The kings and queens are falling
♪ The shadows, they are calling
♪ Will you come with me?
♪ Come... ♪
I thought I made a friend.
And now I don't know.
And someone could be in a lot of trouble because of me.
(SHIRLEY SIGHS) Oh, Elise!
I knew something was up.
Look, do you want to come home, petal?
Elise...
-♪ Ah-om... ♪ -(ELISE SCOFFS)
-(SOBS) -♪ Ah-om, ah-om
♪ Ah-om
♪ Ah-om, ah-oooh
♪ Will you come with me?
♪ Come with me
♪ The kings and queens are falling
♪ Shadows, they are calling
♪ Will you come with me?
♪ Come with me
♪ Secrets go untold
♪ Our fate unfolds
♪ Secrets go untold
♪ Our fate unfolds
♪ Ah-om
♪ Ah-om, ah-oom. ♪