FIT SCREENPLAY
DANCE & DRAMA
INT. BEDROOMS ā DAY
MUSIC.
WE ARE THE MIRROR ā We see all the main teenage CHARACTERS
TEGS, JORDAN, KARMEL, LEE, RYAN, ISAAC ā trying on clothes and discarding them
CAST: Gayā¦.
(Change.)
Gayā¦.
(Change.)
Gayā¦.
(Etc.)
LEE stomps off-camera, revealing a bomb-site bedroomā¦
LEE: Muuuum! Does this look gay?
EXT. OUTSIDE SCHOOL ā DAY
LORIS (Black, dreadlocked, sporty ā 40ās) hops out of the passenger seat of LUCAāS (Half-Italian, funky late 20ās) CAR.
LORIS: Do I look gay in this?
LUCA checks out LORISāS outfit.
LUCA: Yes.
LORIS: ā¦Good.
They smile, LUCA drives away ā LORIS steps through the gate and BAM! is knocked aside by running ISAAC (17, short, half-Polish, cheeky) who is being hotly pursued by JACEK. Suddenly RYAN (17, wiry, Anglo-Chinese,) comes flying up behind and onto JACEKāS backā¦
Loris: Oy
RYAN: Get off him! Leave him!!
LORIS: Oy! Oy, oy, oy!!! Okay, okay, okay ā break it up!
ISAAC: Knob!
JACEK: Faggot!
ISAAC: Loser!
RYAN: He aināt the faggot ā youāre the faggot!
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Gentlemen!
The fight stops mid-punch ā ISAAC, JACEK and LORIS all staring at the PRINCIPAL BAILEY, panting.
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Are we quite finished?
ISAAC/JACEK: He started it!
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: (To ISAAC.) Mr Chmara ā I believe you have a appointment at my officeā¦
(To JACEK)
And Mr Chmara ā I believe you have an exclusion order?
JACEK throws the PRINCIPAL BAILEY a fiery look, then leaves, throwing ISAAC one last sly blow. ISAAC lashes back.
ISAAC: Come off me! Fool!
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Mr Chmara. Mr Wangā¦
RYAN: It Wong, manā¦
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: will show you the way.
RYAN & ISAAC looks at PRINCIPAL BAILEY resentfully.
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Iāll catch you up.
RYAN & ISAAC sets off. LORIS picks up the spilled contents of his backpack.
LORIS: Brotherly love?
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Sadly not ā¦Father and son.
LORIS looks at the track-suited young man loping off like a teenagerā¦
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Youāre new.
LORIS: ā¦How can you tell? Iām the replacement drama teacher.
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Ah.
LORIS: As in āOh dearā?
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: As in good luck.
They shake hands.
INT. BOYāS TOILET ā DAY
JUMPCUT THRU TEGS (wide-eyed, gentle, 17, white) in TOILET CUBICLE, trying to stop his nose bleeding. He throws wad after wad of bloody paper into the toilet bowl. It wonāt stop.
TEGS: Sorry, man.
EXT. COLLEGE PLAYGROUND ā DAY (INTERCUT)
JORDAN (17, athletic, African descent) is juggling a football, while on the phone.
JORDAN: Yo, where you at, man?
TEGS: Toilets.
JORDAN stops juggling.
JORDAN: Toilets?
TEGS: Sorryā¦
JORDAN moves swiftly towards the college buildingā¦
JORDAN: Everyoneās going in. Weāre late.
TEGS: I knowā¦ sorry.
JORDAN is taking the stairs three at a time.
JORDAN: ā¦You alright?
TEGS: Iām sweet. Iāll be down in a minuteā¦
JORDAN is shoving the BOYāS TOILET DOOR openā¦ TEGS hears the door and closes his eyes. JORDAN bangs on the cubicle door. TEGS opens the door, JORDAN sees the blood.
JORDAN: Who done that?
TEGS: Itās just a nosebleed.
JORDAN: Another one?
(Reaching outā¦)
Itās all over your face!
TEGS: You know what Iām likeā¦ I think itās stoppedā¦
JORDAN hand catches TEGāS nose.
JORDAN: Oh, Ra! Sorry, man!
TEGS: Ah! Jordan, man!
(Holds a hand up.)
ā¦itās stoppedā¦
JORDAN peers at TEGS. TEGS sneezes ā whoosh ā JORDANāS face is covered in blood. They stare at one another, stunned. TEGS giggles, JORDAN giggles, they start to laugh.
INT. DANCE AND DRAMA ROOM ā DAY
LORIS stands looking round in a wrecked room.
EXT. BUS STOP. DAY
LEE (17, petite, Anglo-greek tomboy) sits listening to her ipod ā waiting. She checks her phone. A bus pulls up LEE sits up as people flood off ā looking for someone. She asks a passing STRANGER somethingā¦ They show their watchā¦ The bus pulls up and KARMEL (17, pretty, mixed-race) gets off, attempting breeziness.
LEE: I been waiting, man.
KARMEL: I tried to textā¦
LEE: At the usual stop. Forty minutes.
KARMEL: I run out of credit. Wanna Chupa-chup? What?
LEE: I canāt believe you darked me out for some boy.
KARMEL: What boy?
LEE: Go on, blatantly lie ā He better be well fit.
KARMEL: Lee! Thereās no boy!
LEE: WhatEVER! Raaaā¦ Keep your weave onā¦
KARMEL: This aināt a weave! Why you being so gay?
LEE: (Wounded.) Why are you being so gay? Whereās that chupa chup?
KARMEL marches aheadā¦
LEE: Oh, So Iām the bad friend, is it? WhatEVER!
INT. LUCAāS ART STUDIO/DANCE AND DRAMA ROOM ā DAY
LUCA answers a call from LORIS ā who tidies as he talks.
LUCA: Donāt tell me youāve been fired already.
LORIS: Thatās not for at least another ten minutes.
We havenāt started yet. I canāt believe this is happening to me al...