1.
KIPHâs bedroom.
KIPH is sat in the dark with his laptop, the light from the screen reflecting onto his face.
He is surfing the internet looking at pornographic images.
KIPH is disgusted and closes the laptop.
Steeling himself, he opens the computer once more and continues to look at the images.
2.
The sandpit on Horsell Common â nighttime.
MAGGIE is dancing in the darkness to the music on her phone. It is loud enough that we can make out the tinny beats leaking from the headphones. She isnât wearing any shoes.
BEHROOZ enters carrying his telescope, tripod and other paraphernalia; sketchbooks and such.
MAGGIE: (Unaware of BEHROOZ.)
BEHROOZ: (Watches MAGGIE with curiosity.)
MAGGIE: (Catches sight of BEHROOZ and lets out a little yelp of surprise.)
BEHROOZ: (A little shocked, his grip lessens and he nearly drops everything.) Sorry, sorry.
MAGGIE: What the fuck?
BEHROOZ: I didnât mean to ⌠you know ⌠you seemed ⌠in your own little world.
MAGGIE: (Pulling out her earphones.) What?
BEHROOZ: You were ⌠own little world.
MAGGIE: Creeping up ⌠slinky bastard.
BEHROOZ: I said I was sorry.
MAGGIE: I couldnât hear you, could I?
BEHROOZ: Alright â sorry. Iâll just be ⌠you going to be here long?
MAGGIE: Might be. Whatâs that?
BEHROOZ: Telescope â astronomy.
MAGGIE: Iâm a Gemini.
BEHROOZ: Congratulations.
MAGGIE: This is my spot.
BEHROOZ: I donât see your name on it.
MAGGIE: Thatâs because itâs dark.
BEHROOZ: Iâll set up somewhere else. (Goes to leave, turns back.) You have to dance here?
MAGGIE: Yes.
BEHROOZ: Only âŚ
MAGGIE: We can share, canât we?
BEHROOZ: I suppose. You going to be dancing?
MAGGIE: I expect so.
BEHROOZ: Throwing some crazy shapes?
MAGGIE: May do.
BEHROOZ: Shaking your booty?
MAGGIE: Perhaps.
BEHROOZ: Well ⌠if you do ⌠this stuffâs expensive so ⌠could you ⌠mind where you shake it?
MAGGIE: Will do.
BEHROOZ: Thanks. (Starts setting up the telescope.)
MAGGIE: (Dancing to her music again.)
BEHROOZ: Arenât you cold?
MAGGIE: (Canât hear.)
BEHROOZ: Arenât you cold?
MAGGIE: (Own little world.)
BEHROOZ: (Returns to the telescope.)
MAGGIE: (Loud.) What are you looking at?
BEHROOZ: Youâre shouting.
MAGGIE: What?
BEHROOZ: Youâre shouting!
MAGGIE: (Removes earphones.) What are you looking at? Stars?
BEHROOZ: Planets.
MAGGIE: Planets?
BEHROOZ: Mars is in opposition ⌠just turned ⌠travelling from West to East rather than ⌠itâs the closest she ever gets to Earth ⌠so sheâs easier to ⌠er ⌠you know ⌠see.
MAGGIE: Mars is a man.
BEHROOZ: What?
MAGGIE: âMen are from Mars âŚâ The God of War âŚ
BEHROOZ: Yes.
MAGGIE: You said: âsheâ.
BEHROOZ: Right. Yes. I suppose I ⌠planets seem kind of ⌠female ⌠innately. Something about their âŚ
MAGGIE: Curves?
BEHROOZ: Possibly. And technically ⌠though later he was thought of as a god of war ⌠he had been originally conceived as ⌠worshipped as ⌠a god of growth and fertility. Much more ⌠I suppose ⌠feminine qualities.
MAGGIE: Youâre funny.
BEHROOZ: What?
MAGGIE: Youâre funny. And kind of cute. (Offers hand.) Maggie.
BEHROOZ: (Shakes her hand.) Behrooz.
MAGGIE: Itâs a pleasure to meet you.
Silence.
BEHROOZ: (Fussing over his equipment.) Do you often dance out here in the middle of the night?
MAGGIE: Yep.
BEHROOZ: Doesnât your mother worry about you?
MAGGIE: Yep.
BEHROOZ: (Looking through the telescopeâs eyepiece.) Youâll get pine needles under your skin.
MAGGIE: (Slips one of the earphones in BEHROOZâs ear and the other in hers.)
BEHROOZ: Whatâs this? David Bowie?
MAGGIE: Yep. (Going through his sketchbooks.) Maps.
BEHROOZ: Yes.
MAGGIE: Red maps.
BEHROOZ: The surface of ⌠here, look.
MAGGIE: (Puts her eye to the eyepiece.)
BEHROOZ: Can you see it?
MAGGIE: Mars.
BEHROOZ: Yes. Are you impressed?
MAGGIE: Are you trying to impress me?
BEHROOZ: By the planet.
MAGGIE: This is what you do? Draw maps of Mars?
BEHROOZ: Of the Martian surface.
MAGGIE: Thatâs a nice bit of kit.
BEHROOZ: Thank you.
MAGGIE: Youâve got a tripod.
BEHROOZ: Er ⌠yeah.
MAGGIE: A tripod on Horsell Common. âThe War of the Worldsâ.
BEHROOZ: Oh yes. I see. Funny.
MAGGIE: Not so funny.
BEHROOZ: Funny-curious ⌠not funny-ha-ha.
MAGGIE: You ever read it?
BEHROOZ: No.
MAGGIE: You live in Woking and youâve never read âThe War of the Worldsâ?
BEHROOZ: No.
MAGGIE: Youâre not looking for...