ACT ONE
Scene One
HENDRIX, awkward, kind-hearted, earnest, sits at the breakfast table dressed in school uniform. He has a seriously floppy haircut. He is reading FHM magazine, and it is open to some very big-titted ladies. He has cereal spoon midway to mouth and is fixated. He hears his mother coming and quickly stuffs FHM in his bag. HILARY, grounded, earthy, a little worn but idealistic, walks through stage-right door, brushing her hair, her bottom half-dressed, but wearing a large greying bra.
HILARY. Morning!
HENDRIX (almost under his breath). Jesus Christ!
She passes straight through to the other door. He tentatively lifts FHM back out of his bag. KATIE, sparky, stunning, hyper-sexual, enters stage left wearing the smallest of towels and another towel covering her hair. He hides FHM immediately again. She flicks his ear, playfully, hard.
Ow!
She is gone. He glances back at the other door, goes to take FHM but then gives up. He takes a bite of the cereal, grimaces. He picks up the packet.
āOrganic Peace Muesliā. āPeace Muesliā. Fuck.
HILARY enters with an open shirt on and goes straight to a mirror on the fourth wall to do her minimal make-up. Throughout the scene she gets ready to go out.
HILARY. What are you āfuckingā about?
HENDRIX. Nothing. Itās just do you think we could try something nice for breakfast? Something that doesnāt look like itās been swept out of a rabbitās cage?
HILARY. Thereās porridge or Amaranth Flakes if you donāt want that ā
HENDRIX (reading). āSugar-free, wheat-free, gluten-free, GMO-freeā ā
HILARY. Just have some toast then ā !
HENDRIX. ā Taste-free⦠Fun-free!
HILARY. We have intolerances in this house, okay?
HENDRIX. Iām not intolerant. Iād say Iām pretty bloody tolerant.
HILARY. Katie canāt handle the gluten. Sheās bordering on coeliac.
HENDRIX. Bordering on maniac.
HILARY. Hey!
Beat.
HENDRIX. Mother, Iām a growing⦠man. I need sustenance.
HILARY. Exactly!
HENDRIX. What I mean is what about a bit of bacon or sausage once in a while?
HILARY. Very funny.
Beat. HILARY looks over at HENDRIX, perturbed.
Do you eat meat when youāre away from home? (Beat.) Actually, donāt answer that I donāt want to know.
Beat. HENDRIX goes back to looking at the packet.
Jesus, whenās this weather going to break? Iām sweltering.
HENDRIX. Why do you have to bring all this stuff back from the shop? Eugh. āDried prune powderā ā
HILARY (spins round). Okay, Hendrix! You go to the supermarket and get whatever sugar-coated Kelloggās crap you fancy but you can bloody well pay for it yourself! And youāll be sorry. When your glycaemic index goes through the roof.
HENDRIX. Oh yeah Iāll be fucking devastated, Mother!
HILARY. ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKS, HENDRIX!
Silence. She goes back to her make-up.
HENDRIX. God. Whatās wrong with you?
HILARY. Iām bleeding.
He puts down his spoon heavily.
HENDRIX. Jesus Christ!
HILARY. What?
HENDRIX. Do you have to say that, Mum? Canāt you just ā
HILARY. What? Use one of those ridiculous euphemisms? āItās my time of the monthā, or āIāve got the painters inā.
HENDRIX. No you could / just say ā
HILARY. Or āIām on the blobāā ?
HENDRIX. NO! You could just say āIāve got my periodā. Like a normal person. Like a normal fucking person, Mother.
HILARY. ENOUGH with the FUCKS, Hendrix!
Pause. HENDRIX butters himself a piece of toast.
HENDRIX. So if I pay for the Kelloggās myself I can have it, right?
HILARY. If thatās really what you want.
Beat.
HENDRIX. So if I pay for a PlayStation 4 can I have that?
HILARY. Oh not again! No!
HENDRIX. Why not? Same diff!
HILARY. You call yourself a feminist. Right?
HENDRIX. Yeah.
HILARY. Then do you really want to play a video game where you can pick up a prostitute, rape her, kill her and take your money back?
HENDRIX. Thatās just one game!
HILARY. Itās violent, itās misogynistic ā
HENDRIX. Yeah but, Mum ā
HILARY. And Iām not discussing it any more.
HENDRIX. Anyway, is it really rape if ā
HILARY. DO NOT EVEN GO THERE, HENDRIX!
HENDRIX. Hey, no, Iām not saying itās right I just⦠Oh forget it.
Pause. HENDRIX sulks.
What about the laptop then?
HILARY. Weāve got a laptop.
HENDRIX. My own laptop!
HILARY. Hendrix, play fair. I got you the TV, didnāt I?
HENDRIX. Yep. (So she canāt hear.) And itās a piece of shit.
HILARY. Do you know children spend an average of six hours a day hooked into some kind of screen? It zaps your soul. Warps it. I donāt want that for you. I want you to / buck the trend.
HENDRIX. Buck the trend. Yeah. I get it, Mum.
HILARY. And apart from anything we canāt afford it.
HENDRIX. I was thinking maybe I could get one⦠instead of going to Barcelona.
HILARY. But you have to go. Itās part of your A level.
HENDRIX. Not really. I can do all the coursework for it while theyāre away. On my laptop.
HILARY. Why donāt you want to go?
Beat.
HENDRIX. I donāt really get along with the boys in my history group.
HILARY. Why?
HENDRIX. I donāt know, do I? Theyāre just stupid.
HILARY. What about Melvin?
HENDRIX. Melvin...