FIT SCREENPLAY
DANCE & DRAMA
INT. BEDROOMS â DAY
MUSIC.
WE ARE THE MIRROR â We see all the main teenage CHARACTERS
TEGS, JORDAN, KARMEL, LEE, RYAN, ISAAC â trying on clothes and discarding them
CAST: GayâŠ.
(Change.)
GayâŠ.
(Change.)
GayâŠ.
(Etc.)
LEE stomps off-camera, revealing a bomb-site bedroomâŠ
LEE: Muuuum! Does this look gay?
EXT. OUTSIDE SCHOOL â DAY
LORIS (Black, dreadlocked, sporty â 40âs) hops out of the passenger seat of LUCAâS (Half-Italian, funky late 20âs) CAR.
LORIS: Do I look gay in this?
LUCA checks out LORISâS outfit.
LUCA: Yes.
LORIS: âŠGood.
They smile, LUCA drives away â 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 JACEKâS backâŠ
Loris: Oy
RYAN: Get off him! Leave him!!
LORIS: Oy! Oy, oy, oy!!! Okay, okay, okay â break it up!
ISAAC: Knob!
JACEK: Faggot!
ISAAC: Loser!
RYAN: He ainât the faggot â youâre the faggot!
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Gentlemen!
The fight stops mid-punch â 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 â I believe you have a appointment at my officeâŠ
(To JACEK)
And Mr Chmara â 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 WangâŠ
RYAN: It Wong, manâŠ
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: will show you the way.
RYAN & ISAAC looks at PRINCIPAL BAILEY resentfully.
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Iâll catch you up.
RYAN & ISAAC sets off. LORIS picks up the spilled contents of his backpack.
LORIS: Brotherly love?
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Sadly not âŠFather and son.
LORIS looks at the track-suited young man loping off like a teenagerâŠ
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Youâre new.
LORIS: âŠHow can you tell? Iâm the replacement drama teacher.
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: Ah.
LORIS: As in âOh dearâ?
PRINCIPAL BAILEY: As in good luck.
They shake hands.
INT. BOYâS TOILET â 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 wonât stop.
TEGS: Sorry, man.
EXT. COLLEGE PLAYGROUND â 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: SorryâŠ
JORDAN moves swiftly towards the college buildingâŠ
JORDAN: Everyoneâs going in. Weâre late.
TEGS: I know⊠sorry.
JORDAN is taking the stairs three at a time.
JORDAN: âŠYou alright?
TEGS: Iâm sweet. Iâll be down in a minuteâŠ
JORDAN is shoving the BOYâS TOILET DOOR open⊠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: Itâs just a nosebleed.
JORDAN: Another one?
(Reaching outâŠ)
Itâs all over your face!
TEGS: You know what Iâm like⊠I think itâs stoppedâŠ
JORDAN hand catches TEGâS nose.
JORDAN: Oh, Ra! Sorry, man!
TEGS: Ah! Jordan, man!
(Holds a hand up.)
âŠitâs stoppedâŠ
JORDAN peers at TEGS. TEGS sneezes â whoosh â JORDANâS face is covered in blood. They stare at one another, stunned. TEGS giggles, JORDAN giggles, they start to laugh.
INT. DANCE AND DRAMA ROOM â DAY
LORIS stands looking round in a wrecked room.
EXT. BUS STOP. DAY
LEE (17, petite, Anglo-greek tomboy) sits listening to her ipod â waiting. She checks her phone. A bus pulls up LEE sits up as people flood off â looking for someone. She asks a passing STRANGER something⊠They show their watch⊠The bus pulls up and KARMEL (17, pretty, mixed-race) gets off, attempting breeziness.
LEE: I been waiting, man.
KARMEL: I tried to textâŠ
LEE: At the usual stop. Forty minutes.
KARMEL: I run out of credit. Wanna Chupa-chup? What?
LEE: I canât believe you darked me out for some boy.
KARMEL: What boy?
LEE: Go on, blatantly lie â He better be well fit.
KARMEL: Lee! Thereâs no boy!
LEE: WhatEVER! Raaa⊠Keep your weave onâŠ
KARMEL: This ainât a weave! Why you being so gay?
LEE: (Wounded.) Why are you being so gay? Whereâs that chupa chup?
KARMEL marches aheadâŠ
LEE: Oh, So Iâm the bad friend, is it? WhatEVER!
INT. LUCAâS ART STUDIO/DANCE AND DRAMA ROOM â DAY
LUCA answers a call from LORIS â who tidies as he talks.
LUCA: Donât tell me youâve been fired already.
LORIS: Thatâs not for at least another ten minutes.
We havenât started yet. I canât believe this is happening to me al...