ACT ONE
SCENE ONE
During the opening song montages are established of KIM with a schoolbag, MUM doing domestics, DAD watering the garden and A.D. having a drink.
SONG: âMONDAY TO SUNDAYâ
KIM: Jesus, what a bloody day itâs so hot
Garden looks as though itâs going to rot
God I wish I was still in Balmain
Diving into the swimming pool again
Or take a bus down to the beach
Living in the west it seems out of reach
A.D.: Jesus, bugger of a day itâs so hot
Garden looks as though itâs going to rot
God I wish I was still in Balmain
Chatting with Flo across the lane
Taking a train into the city
Compared to here it was bloody pretty
ALL: [Chorus] Monday seems to be a lot like Friday
Sunday mustnât be confused with Tuesday
Wednesday just hangs about
Thursday Iâve got my doubts
Saturday well itâs not too bad
And there you go thatâs the week Iâve had
ALL: What are we gonna do?
The choices here are few
Whatâs to do, whatâs to do?
KIM: When
ALL: [Chorus] Monday seems to be a lot like Friday
Sunday mustnât be confused with Tuesday
Wednesday just hangs about
Thursday Iâve got my doubts
Saturday well itâs not too bad
And there you go thatâs the week Iâve had
MUM & KIM: [Chorus] Monday seems to be a lot like Friday
Sunday mustnât be confused with Tuesday
Wednesday just hangs about
Thursday Iâve got my doubts
Saturday well itâs not too bad
And there you go thatâs the week Iâve had
DAD & A.D.: [sung simultaneously with above chorus]
Every dayâs the same
Every dayâs the same
Every dayâs the same.
They disappear as the song ends.
Lighting change. Late afternoon.
A schoolbag flies through the window, followed by KIM. She is a confident teenager with a worldly wisdom that belies her years. She addresses the audience, lighting a cigarette as she does so.
KIM: Hi! Pretty hot, eh? I tell ya, the winds out here are a killer. Mind you, theyâre nothing here compared to Mount Druitt, they really sort you out. My nameâs Kim.
Kim Green. Year Twelve Penrith High, school vice-captain, hockey rep, average student, so Mr Gould says, but what would he know? He only says that because heâs the football coach. The only reason he pays me any attention at all is because Iâm Kennyâs sister and as everyone with half a brain knows, Kenny was one of the best footballers the Panthers ever had.
My brother Kenny is what you call a legend. You donât have to be dead to be a legend, as long as youâve played for the mighty Penrith Panthers. Kenny won more trophies than most of you have had hot dinners. He was there as the club began its rise from the ashes, leading from the front, never taking a backward step and all those other clichĂ©s.
He led the side into the play-off with Balmain in eighty-eight, where we were robbed, and promptly retired.
âWork commitmentsâ. Oh yeah, piss-weak excuse. I reckon Irene put the pressure on him.
I tell ya, woudda brought a tear to his eyes to see the boysâ fantastic win this year, âspecially with his old mate Roycie scoring a couple of meat pies.
Anyway, eventually he pissed off, to Ad...