Sinners and Saints (Script)

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== Script ==
Pre-intro scene, SHELBY’s bedroom. She wakes up to her alarm. A groan sounds from next to her.
SHELBY: Good morning, sunshine.
Pan to reveal ALFIE. He opens one eye, squinting at the light.
ALFIE: Bloody hell… Good morning.
SHELBY: What, you not used to sunlight?
ALFIE: English.
SHELBY: Fair enough.
ALFIE: What time is it?
SHELBY shows him the time on her phone.
ALFIE: Oh, shit!
He scrambles to get ready.
SHELBY: Beth’s heading off soon, but until then, you should stay in here.
ALFIE: You’re right, I think this might traumatise the poor girl.
SHELBY: Are you going to school looking like that?
ALFIE: That bad?
SHELBY: I mean, you look good, but…
ALFIE glances to the mirror.
ALFIE: Christ, I see what you mean. I’ll go home, have coffee and a shower, claim I got stuck in traffic.
SHELBY: Sounds like you’ve done it before.
ALFIE: Not in these exact circumstances…
SHELBY: Well, I have a better idea. You could wait a little, have coffee and a shower here, and I’ll drive you there, park a little down the block so no one sees.
ALFIE: It’s a lovely idea, but… Shit, my car’s still in your driveway.
SHELBY: Don’t worry, Beth’s way too distracted in the mornings, she’s a busy girl.
ALFIE: Thank heavens for that. You’re not driving her?
SHELBY: Not today. Ricky’s giving her a ride with a couple others.
ALFIE: That’ll be Jude and Misty.
SHELBY: How do you know?
ALFIE: Misty’s father’s car is in for repairs, it made her late for my class yesterday, and Ricky always drives Jude.
SHELBY: Do you know everything about them all?
ALFIE: When you supervise Glee Club, it’s hard not to. Before that, I could barely put names to faces. Now I could tell you who’s passing which classes, who’s had a slushy thrown at them this month, who fancies who, who’s shagging who, and countless other pieces of useless information.
SHELBY: Huh… I never had that when I was a teacher.
ALFIE: Perhaps your students had more restraint and spent more time focusing on performance than airing their personal problems.
SHELBY: I guess so… Is that what it’s like?
ALFIE: Exactly. They have MANY problems to work through. I’m in favour of sending them all off to group therapy.
SHELBY: Does that include Beth?
ALFIE: She’s more well-adjusted than some, but she’s… Volatile and she doesn’t know when to take a break.
SHELBY: Yeah, that sounds right… That’s my girl.
ALFIE: Sorry, I shouldn’t—
SHELBY: It’s not as if I don’t know already!
BETH: [Offscreen] Mom? Are you still upstairs?
SHELBY: Oh God, she’s coming up. Just a sec, honey!
ALFIE: I’ll hide in the wardrobe.
SHELBY: [Teasingly] Wardrobe…
ALFIE: Do you think now is the time?
SHELBY: Guess not. Get in the CLOSET.
ALFIE quickly does so, so SHELBY can let BETH in.
SHELBY: Hi, sweetie…
BETH: Who were you talking to?
SHELBY: Oh, I was just on the phone!
BETH: To who?
SHELBY: No one you know. A friend.
BETH: Okay…
A clatter from inside the wardrobe/closet (depending on who you ask).
BETH: What was that?
SHELBY: Nothing to worry about. Mice?
BETH: Mice?!
SHELBY: Or I didn’t hang something up right and it just fell! I don’t know, baby girl, but it’s okay.
BETH: Right…
SHELBY: You okay? You’re not looking so well.
BETH: Yeah, I’m just… Tired.
SHELBY bites back a laugh.
SHELBY: I’m not surprised… You ready for school, though?
BETH: I think so! I don’t know… I have a session with Mr. Winstanley during free period, and I’m nervous. He’s hard to read and hard to please.
SHELBY: Really? He seemed very nice when I met him.
BETH: You should see him when someone insults the Beatles. Or opera.
SHELBY: Sounds interesting. Well, he seems sweet to me. A perfect gentleman.
BETH: You just like his accent.
SHELBY: Maybe so. Well, I’m just gonna check what’s in the closet, you go downstairs and get some breakfast. There’s some Cheerios for my Cheerio.
BETH: Thanks, Mom.
Apparently satisfied, she exits. After a pause, ALFIE emerges, grinning.
ALFIE: Like my accent, do you?
SHELBY: Oh, you know I do.
ALFIE: Mm, convince me.
SHELBY pulls him into a kiss.
ALFIE: I’m convinced... For now. Do you want to go and have breakfast with Beth?
SHELBY: No, it’s okay. She won’t be there for long anyway, and she likes to use that time to finish her homework.
ALFIE: Does she, indeed?
SHELBY: Oh, I probably shouldn’t have said that to you, of all people.
ALFIE: Don’t worry, her secret’s safe with me.
BETH: [Offscreen] Mom? I’ve gotta go already, but I’ve got a granola bar, I’ll eat on the way. Bye!
ALFIE shakes his head with a sigh.
SHELBY: Bye, sweetie! [To ALFIE] No, I know. It’s not great, but there’s not a lot I can do about it. At least she has a granola bar.
ALFIE: That girl will be the death of me.
SHELBY: Mm, me too. Okay, she’s gone, you wanna come downstairs?
ALFIE: Thank you.
Cut to the two in the kitchen, drinking coffee.
ALFIE: It’s a lovely place. It’s nice to sleep on a bed that feels like a bed and not a pile of springs out for vengeance.
SHELBY: Ooh, that doesn’t sound good.
ALFIE: Definitely not, but I’m living alone on a teacher’s salary. Chronic back pain is unavoidable.
Before SHELBY can respond, the front door opens.
ALFIE: [Hissed] She’s back?!
SHELBY: Wait here, I’ll get her out of the way.
She walks to the hall, carefully blocking the kitchen door.
BETH: Just me again! I forgot my keys. I think they’re in the kitchen, I’ll just—
SHELBY: [Hastily] I’ll go and find them.
BETH: Oh, okay! Thank you?
SHELBY slips back into the kitchen, emerging with the keys in hand.
SHELBY: There you go! You’d better get to school, bye now!
BETH: Bye!
She leaves, thoroughly confused. SHELBY returns to the kitchen, giving a sigh of relief.
ALFIE: That was a close one.
SHELBY nods, looking out of the window through the closed curtains.
SHELBY: The car’s pulling away, now. I think we’re safe.
ALFIE: In that case, I’d better be going to school as well. Thank you for a brilliant time, and… Perhaps we can do it again?
SHELBY: Yeah… Perhaps we can.
After a moment, ALFIE leans down to kiss her.
ALFIE: Right, I’d better run. See you later, then.
SHELBY: See you.
Grinning, ALFIE goes to his car and start driving.
ALFIE: You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt and I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you and that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with
I can't see much of a future
Unless we find out what's to blame, what a shame
And we won't be together much longer
Unless we realize that we are the same
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with
You disturb my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt and I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I'll only end up losing you and that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with
Fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
You shouldn't have fallen in love with?
He leans his head on the steering wheel with a sigh. Split screen between him, a delighted QUENTIN staring at something in the distance, and LIAM leaning against his locker.
ALL 3: I am so fucked…
----Scene 1, the halls. LIAM finally stands up straight, flinching at the sound of the bell. He starts walking to class.
LIAM: Last night I told ya I loved ya
Woke up, blamed it on the vodka
I genuinely thought I was dyin'
And I could see that smile you were hiding.
OPHELIA and TOBIAS walk past, holding hands inside TOBIAS’ pocket. She pulls away to look at him.
OPHELIA: Last night I told ya I need ya
That's the last time I drink tequila
Super-Lemon and his side kick Salt-Kid
I start cryin' and verbally assaulting.
LOGAN chases after an obviously pissed off MAGS. He soon gives up, going to his locker and looking at the pictures of her.
LOGAN: Last night I asked you to marry me
That's when I remembered the brandy
I wake up and claim I didn't say it
Screwed if I ever wake up in Vegas.
Next to him, JUDE’s standing, unlit cigarette in hand.
JUDE: Wish I could stop and I'm not joking
Drinking too much and socially smoking
Wish I could stop, start to behave and then
Wake up in the morning and never miss a day again.
Pan to DANNY storming out of SCHUESTER’s office.
DANNY: Last night police had to frisk me
In the cells thanks to Bell’s fine whiskey
I think I said too much like
Do you like my bracelets?
Oh wait, they're handcuffs.
Go through to a nearby dance studio, where MISTY’s falling out of a handstand. She lies on the floor.
MISTY: Last night I said I want your babies
Forget the ice, it's not nice to drink Baileys
I drink that much that I forget
Whatever embarrassing thing that I say next.
Back to TOBIAS and OPHELIA, now in English.
TOBIAS: You said I got on one knee and there's no way
Unless I've been drinking, oh wait, Rosé
Sailor Jerry's Rum, I think I drank too much
Showing randomers way too much love.
Pan through the wall to FRANKY in History. He’s trying to sink through the floor.
FRANKY: Last night I called you a loser
I think that was after flamin' Sambuca
I shouted at you, ‘Do me a favour’
And that's when I fell off the pavement.
BLUE: Wish I could stop and I'm not joking
Drinking too much and socially smoking
Wish I could stop, start to behave and
Then wake up in the morning and never miss a day again.
And lastly, back to the halls, later. LYRA and QUENTIN are standing a little too close.
LYRA: 'Cause I'd love to learn when to shut my mouth
Wake up in the morning and be in my own house
Do one last shot and know when to stop
No more photos on Facebook of me doing the robot.
QUENTIN: Know when to leave and when to lock my front door
Stop waking up in trees and in a bed full of people
Sitting in a cupboard with my weird best friend
But I'm only young so I'm not gonna pretend—
They kiss while no one’s looking, LYRA pulling QUENTIN’s shirt down enough to see his obvious hickey.
DAMIEN: I wish I could stop 'cause I'm not joking
I love drinking too much and socially smoking
Don't wanna stop or learn to behave, amen
And I just missed another day again.
LIAM appears next to him, trying to hide behind his locker.
DAMIEN: Hey.
LIAM: Shit. Hey…
DAMIEN: It’s okay, no one needs to know about… Your Math tutoring.
LIAM frowns, confused.
DAMIEN: I don’t want you to start avoiding Math again.
LIAM: [Catching on] I just don’t think the… Tutoring is really going to help.
DAMIEN: I understand, but we do need to have a proper discussion about Math.
LIAM: Math or… Math?
DAMIEN: Math. But seriously… Will you come to tutoring later? You’ll be the only one there today, so… We could discuss all kinds of Math.
LIAM: Well… Alright. But please don’t… Try and get me to do any difficult Math.
DAMIEN nods, patting his shoulder and walking away. Pan back to QUENTIN and LYRA.
QUENTIN: We’re doing it again, right?
LYRA: Ooh, how forward of you. Hell yeah we are. I’ll come over tonight?
QUENTIN: Uh, my parents are gonna be home, let’s go to yours.
LYRA: Roger that.
QUENTIN: Come on, I’ll walk you to study hall.
LYRA: You’re sweet. It’s only 10 steps away.
QUENTIN: What, like you’ve counted? And a lot of things can happen in the space of 10 steps!
A beat.
LYRA: And you’re going there anyway.
QUENTIN: Yeah, there’s that.
He wraps an arm around LYRA, and they walk to study hall, passing SEPTEMBER on the way.
SEPTEMBER: [V.O.] Well… Looks like we won’t be the only couple anymore. That’s okay, it’s not a competition. Blue and I are happy… Which is why I think I’m ready. I wanna have sex with him. But it has to be the perfect moment… The question is when. And where the hell do you buy condoms? I can’t exactly ask my parents… Jude? Aah, no, too scary. Would… Beth know? Wait! There’s free condoms outside Mr. Benson’s office. I just have to not get caught… Okay, it’s decided. I’ll do that, make my room pretty, and have wild sex with Blue! Or… Maybe just sex.
Satisfied with her plan, she skips off to class.
JUDE: Okay, she totally said all that out loud, right?
RICKY: Huh?
JUDE: Doesn’t matter. You coming to Music?
RICKY: I dunno… Is Winstanley gonna be mad that I missed his class nine times in a row?
JUDE: Yeah, man. Nine times?
RICKY: I forgot…
JUDE: Okay… How?
RICKY: Well, uh… Don’t laugh!
JUDE: Oh, this is gonna be good.
RICKY: Stop it… Look, my class schedule fell in a bag of Cheetos, and now it’s all orange and illegible. Legible? Which is the one you can’t read?
JUDE stares for a moment.
RICKY: What?
Despite his best attempts not to, JUDE burst out laughing.
RICKY: Hey, I told you not to laugh! Shut up!
JUDE: [Still laughing] I’m sorry, bro, but…
RICKY: No, I know.
JUDE: Come on, Cheeto boy, let’s go.
He wraps an arm around RICKY and starts leading him to class.
RICKY: How long’s that nickname gonna last?
JUDE: At least a week. A month if I tell the guys.
RICKY: But you’re not gonna, right?
Silence.
RICKY: Right?!
----Scene 2, in Music. The class wait in awkward silence.
BETH: Winstanley’s pretty late…
OPHELIA: You don’t say.
JUDE: Nothing new, there.
OPHELIA: Yeah, old news. Now, him being here on time? That would be news.
RICKY: Where does he go?
JUDE: Smoke break, usually.
ALFIE enters, in no particular hurry.
ALFIE: Ah, sorry for the delay, I was held up, unexpectedly.
JUDE: [Mumbled] Yeah, by the cruel mistress that is nicotine. Cruel, perfect mistress… Oh God, that’s it, I’m raiding his desk after class.
MISTY: You’ve got issues.
JUDE: Guilty. You love me, really.
MISTY giggles, unable to deny it.
ALFIE: Right, just… Get on with theory work while I blatantly ignore you.
He puts headphones on, leaning back in his chair.
MISTY: I wonder what he’s listening to.
OPHELIA: Anything but us.
BETH: Probably opera.
TOBIAS: Hey. Does Winstanley look kind of… Hungover?
BETH: What? No, of course he isn’t, that’s ridiculous.
JUDE: He did have the punch after I spiked it…
OPHELIA: We. 
BETH: But he wasn’t drunk when we left. He was sober enough to drive.
MISTY: Maybe he’s sick?
RICKY: Yeah, maybe that’s it! Wait, that’s not good either.
JUDE: Oh, no-no-no, I know a hangover when I see one. Man’s wrecked.
BETH shakes her head, unconvinced.
BETH: Yeah, very funny…
JUDE: Wait… Holy shit, look at him. Really look.
OPHELIA follows his gaze and bites back a laugh.
OPHELIA: Oh my God. Oh my God, do you think he…?
JUDE: No question about it.
BETH: What?
RICKY: Yeah, I don’t get it. Like, at all…
OPHELIA: Do you ever?
RICKY: I dunno…
DAMIEN: Oh, I think I do.
TOBIAS: Well, please explain, I’m at a loss.
MISTY: Yeah, tell us! Please?
OPHELIA: Look at his clothes.
TOBIAS: Looking… They’re nice?
OPHELIA: Mm. Did you think that yesterday?
TOBIAS: Yesterday?
OPHELIA: You know, when he wore the same thing, but with less creases?
MISTY: Are you saying he…?
JUDE: Yeah, I don’t think he went home last night. At least, not to his.
BETH: [Unsure whether to laugh or be horrified] Oh, God!
MISTY: Well, it’s nice that he has a life.
JUDE: Yeah, a sex life. Ugh, I regret saying that.
TOBIAS: Speaking for the group, we all regret you saying that.
OPHELIA: I don’t get what the big deal is. Our teachers are human, they’re gonna have sex. Except Mrs. Hunter, I think she probably reproduced asexually. You know, like plants.
BETH: Do school librarians technically count as teachers?
RICKY: Wait, Mrs. Hunter’s a plant?
DAMIEN: Mrs. Hunter has kids?
OPHELIA: 5 of them.
Everyone stares, except TOBIAS.
OPHELIA: What? Just ‘cause I’m a bitch, I don’t listen to people?
DAMIEN: I’m just surprised you go to the library.
OPHELIA pushes him, catching ALFIE’s attention. He takes the headphones off.
ALFIE: Excuse me, what is this? How can I ignore you in these conditions?
OPHELIA: Like this.
She stares out of the window, pushing her work to one side. ALFIE moves towards her desk.
ALFIE: I’m quite sick of your attitude, Ophelia Yates.
OPHELIA: Oh, are you still here? Well, call me when you’re very sick of it, then we’ll talk.
ALFIE: Does your insolence never cease?
OPHELIA: Not really, no. What’s the matter? Can’t handle your hangover?
BETH: Ophelia!
ALFIE: No, it’s alright, Beth, I can handle this.
OPHELIA: Ooh, big talk. No one can handle me.
ALFIE: No? Or does no one want to?
OPHELIA briefly raises an eyebrow, seeming almost impressed.
ALFIE: Your parents’ money holds no power in my classroom, Ophelia. You can’t bribe your way out of detention. That’s right, I heard about that.
OPHELIA: Which time?
ALFIE: You don’t care at all, do you? One day, you’ll go a step too far and get yourself expelled.
OPHELIA: Oh, I doubt that.
ALFIE: Really? And why is that?
OPHELIA: Because I may not hold any power over you, but guess what?
ALFIE: What?
OPHELIA: You’re the only one.
The bell rings, and OPHELIA saunters out, pushing past a few people. ALFIE stays standing at her desk.
BETH: Winstanley?
ALFIE: Beth!
He stands up straight, trying his best not to look suspicious.
ALFIE: Can I, er, help you with anything?
BETH: I’m just… Handing in my homework.
ALFIE: Oh! Very good, thank you. I’ll check it later.
BETH: Thank you again for last night.
ALFIE: Last night?
BETH: Driving me home.
ALFIE: Oh! It was really no trouble, I was hardly going to leave you to walk.
BETH: Did you… Get home okay, after?
ALFIE glances over, wondering precisely what she knows.
BETH: I only ask because I heard the punch was spiked!
ALFIE: [Feigning surprise] Was it? Well, yes, I got home fine. I didn’t have much of it, it was pretty disgusting.
BETH: Unsurprising.
ALFIE: How are you holding up?
BETH: I’m great! Little tired, that’s all. And… You were right, I’ve been avoiding things.
ALFIE: I know. It’s time you stopped that. Start taking care of yourself properly. Did you even have breakfast this morning?
BETH: I had something…
ALFIE: Proper breakfast, granola bars don’t count.
As he realises his mistake, BETH stares in disbelief.
BETH: You’re a good guesser… Alright, actual breakfasts and 8 hours of sleep, starting tomorrow.
ALFIE: That’s what I like to hear. Off you go.
BETH: Okay! And… Sorry about Ophelia.
ALFIE: Don’t worry, that’s not your responsibility.
BETH: I don’t know about that, but thanks.
ALFIE: Be off with you, child, your lessons await.
Laughing, BETH walks out. ALFIE perches on the desk, rubbing his temples.
ALFIE: Once again, I’m wondering what I’ve got myself into. What is it about Corcorans?
----Scene 3, in the choir room. BLUE and SEPTEMBER are whispering in the corner, BLUE looks a little too delighted. MAGS is at the opposite side of the room to LOGAN.
SHAWN: Alright, guys, let’s— Guys?
The club slowly get to their seats.
SHAWN: [Way too surprised] Hey, thanks! Let’s get started. Uh, Ophelia, there are other seats that aren’t… Tobias.
OPHELIA: No, I know.
SHAWN: …Okay, just making sure. Beth, you wanna take over?
BETH: Sure! Okay, first off, Quen?
QUENTIN: Huh? Oh, yeah! Guys, quick reminder, we have our performance on Saturday. Ricky, can you at least pretend you know what’s going on? It’s the church fundraiser, as a favour to my mom, remember?
OPHELIA: And why are we doing favours for you and your mom?
QUENTIN: I’ll give you twenty dollars.
OPHELIA: Thirty.
QUENTIN: Deal. And are cookies enough for the rest of you?
All except MAGS agree.
QUENTIN: Magnolia?
MAGS: Oh, I’m ignoring you all. Especially Logan.
DANNY: Hey, miracles do happen.
MAGS: Hey!
DANNY: I thought you were ignoring us.
JAMES: Alright, that’s enough. Anything else, Quentin?
QUENTIN: Nope, that’s all. Just make sure you’re all there by 9.30, okay?
JUDE: 9.30?
QUENTIN: That’s later than school starts!
DANNY: But it’s a Saturday—
QUENTIN: Be there, or no cookies.
All protests are immediately silenced. 
QUENTIN: Thank you!
BETH: Alright! So, Ophelia, are you gonna…?
OPHELIA: Will you ever stop pestering me if I don’t?
BETH: Never.
OPHELIA gets up, feigning reluctance.
OPHELIA: Beth says this song’s perfect for my voice, so I guess I’m doing it. Band?
She throws crumpled sheet music at the band.
OPHELIA: Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That's what he said, that's what he said
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance
And though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
She married him
Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a ‘Come as you are’
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew they weren't hers, but it wasn't
Something you'd want to discuss
He wasn't warm
Well, not to her
Well, not to us
But
Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Yes,
Everything was beautiful at ballet.
Hey!
I was happy... at the ballet
That's why I started class
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home
Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up.
‘Diff'rent,’ she said, ‘With a special something
And a very, very personal flair’
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her
Now
‘Diff'rent’ is nice, but it sure isn't pretty.
‘Pretty’ is what it's about.
I never met anyone who was ‘diff'rent’
Who couldn't figure that out
So beautiful I'd never lived to see
But it was clear
If not to her
Well, then... To me...
That
Everyone is beautiful at the ballet
Every prince has got to have his swan
Yes
Everyone is beautiful at the ballet
Hey
I was pretty
At the ballet
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home…
ALFIE: [Muttered] Oh, God…
IVAN: What’s up?
ALFIE: Ophelia. She’s so… Good. A talent like that is wasted without proper training.
IVAN: So…
ALFIE: As her Music teacher, that falls to me. I have no choice but to coach her, really.
IVAN: And that gets that reaction because…?
ALFIE stares at him.
ALFIE: It’s Ophelia.
IVAN: Hey, she’s— Okay, point taken.
OPHELIA: But it was clear
When he proposed
That I was born to help their marriage and when
That's what he said
That's what she said
I used to dance around the living room
He wasn't warm
Not to her
Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Raise your arms and someone's always there
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
At the ballet
At the ballet!
In spite of himself, ALFIE smiles.
ALFIE: See? Too good…
IVAN: She looks… Happy.
OPHELIA: Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
Hey
I was pretty
I was happy
"I would love to..."
At the ballet…
A standing ovation, to her barely concealed delight.
QUENTIN: Oh my God, go you!
OPHELIA: Thanks, I guess.
QUENTIN: Alright, guys, we’re on limited time, so here’s your music for Saturday. Learn it in your own time as much as possible, I’ll put all the recordings of the parts in the group chat, and we’ll regroup after school.
FRANKY: Uh, any chance of an advance payment on the cookies, for motivation?
QUENTIN: No. The thought of them should be enough.
FRANKY: Worth a shot.
QUENTIN hits him upside the head as everyone starts to leave.
ALFIE: [Already reconsidering] Ophelia, wait a minute.
OPHELIA: What have I done now?
ALFIE: What?
OPHELIA: Well, I’m guessing you’re gonna call me an ‘insolent little wretch’, or yell at me, or something.
ALFIE: What possible reason would I have to yell at you after that?
OPHELIA: I’m sure you could find one if you tried.
ALFIE: Yes, I’m sure I— Not the point. That’s not why I’m here.
OPHELIA: It will be in a sec.
ALFIE: Ophelia, will you listen?
OPHELIA: Told you.
ALFIE: Good at this, aren’t you?
OPHELIA: Years of practice. So, why are you here? With me?
ALFIE: Look, I’m presuming you’re aware that you have an incredible talent.
OPHELIA: Which one?
ALFIE sighs.
ALFIE: You know damn well. I have never heard anyone sing like you do without years of training. You have a natural talent, and it’s going to waste.
OPHELIA watches him, unable to believe what she’s hearing. Then she remembers herself.
OPHELIA: I’ve often thought so.
ALFIE: I can’t believe I didn’t realise it until now. So, I’m offering my services as someone to give you the proper training, so you can go even further.
OPHELIA: Like you do with Beth?
ALFIE: Exactly.
OPHELIA: Are you serious?
ALFIE: Well, you don’t have to accept—
OPHELIA: Sure.
ALFIE: Really? Well, are you free to start this afternoon?
OPHELIA considers this for a long moment.
OPHELIA: Fifth period. I have some free time.
ALFIE: So do I, as it happens. Then, it’s settled. We’ll use one of the practice rooms. I’ll see you then.
OPHELIA: Unless I change my mind.
ALFIE: I might still change mine.
OPHELIA: See you then.
----Scene 4, a practice room. ALFIE’s setting up, clearly apprehensive. A soft knock on the door.
ALFIE: Come in?
OPHELIA enters, a small smile on her face.
OPHELIA: Mr. Winstanley?
ALFIE: Ah, Ophelia… Come in, come in. Take a seat.
OPHELIA does so, holding some papers out to him.
OPHELIA: I brought this.
ALFIE: Sheet music? Very good… You didn’t… Steal it from Beth’s room or anything, did you?
OPHELIA: What? Of course not… She doesn’t have anything with belting.
ALFIE: Right. Good. Er, where to start?
OPHELIA: Warmups?
ALFIE: Yes, I suppose— Are you quite alright?
OPHELIA tilts her head to one side, confused.
OPHELIA: Yeah, I’m good… You?
ALFIE: Yes… Sorry, you seem, er… Different, somehow. Perhaps I’m imagining it.
OPHELIA shrugs, despite knowing exactly what he’s talking about. ALFIE glances to the sheet music.
ALFIE: Good choice… Did Beth tell you about it?
OPHELIA: No, I just did a little research.
ALFIE: Since we last spoke?
OPHELIA: Uh-huh. Mr. Pierce let me use the printer.
ALFIE: Well, that was quick… Very commendable of you, I wasn’t expecting…
OPHELIA: Anything?
ALFIE: To be frank, yes.
OPHELIA nods in understanding.
OPHELIA: Makes sense.
ALFIE: I’m sorry, it was terribly unfair of me.
OPHELIA: No, no, I get it!
A beat.
OPHELIA: Winstanley?
ALFIE: Mm?
OPHELIA breaks into a charming smile.
OPHELIA: Thank you for giving up your time to do this.
ALFIE: Oh… That’s alright, I did offer. Now, shall we get started?
OPHELIA: Sounds good.
ALFIE: Alright… Humming ascending scales, starting on C.
Cut to the teachers’ lounge.
SHAWN: You can’t be serious…
ALFIE: No, I’m telling you, that’s exactly how it happened yesterday.
JAMES: Huh…
ALFIE: I don’t understand it at all. She was… Sweet and gentle and gracious, and she didn’t flounce out or say anything… Ophelia-y. It was like she was possessed!
JAMES: That’s the leading theory, I’d say.
SHAWN: Possession? Please, no, she’s scary enough.
IVAN: She’s 17 years old, man.
JAMES: And if possession’s making her nice, what’s so scary about—
ALFIE: No, I have to say, it was quite a terrifying experience. I kept expecting her to come back full-force. How worried should I be?
REUBEN: Are you seriously considering possession?
ALFIE: Presumably you know Ophelia Yates by now?
REUBEN: Yes…?
ALFIE: She smiled at me, without a hint of malice, and she wasn’t even saying something awful.
IVAN: How smiley are we talking, here?
ALFIE: It could have lit up a room twice the size of this.
IVAN: Yeah, even I haven’t seen that, and we’re on decent terms.
REUBEN: That doesn’t mean she’s possessed. Smiling tends to mean a person’s happy. Ever felt that?
ALFIE: Not since you arrived, no.
SHAWN laughs into his coffee, nearly choking. 
JAMES: Maybe it’s… Some kind of prank?
REUBEN: Oh my God…
IVAN: Nah, not really her style.
That’s when OPHELIA herself flounces in.
REUBEN: This is a teachers’ lounge.
OPHELIA: Yeah, an unlocked teachers’ lounge, and I’m looking for a teacher. It’s a free country.
ALFIE: How can we help you, Ophelia?
Remembering why she arrived, OPHELIA takes a breath and walks to him.
OPHELIA: You left this, yesterday.
She hands him a music book.
ALFIE: Oh, so I did… Thank you.
OPHELIA: You’re welcome. Are we… Still good for today?
ALFIE: Of course. I shall see you after Glee. And in it, for that matter. And in study hall, I think…
OPHELIA: Great! I’ll see you then. And then, and then.
She gives him another one of those light-up-a-room-y smiles and exits, perkily.
REUBEN: Yeah, no… That’s weird. Watch her.
JAMES: Do you think she has a crush?
ALFIE: On me? I don’t think old men are her type. I’m not even rich. Besides, she’s very taken, and if she was going to have a crush on me, why not start in freshman year?
JAMES: Buddy, I’m not so sure you would have noticed either way. You didn’t even know names yet.
ALFIE: Well, that’s because I don’t particularly care. Names are just sounds people make to get your attention, ‘you there’ works just as well. No, Ophelia’s always been her usual self around me, I remember. And anyway, I’ve seen plenty of teenagers with crushes, there’s a lot more… Simpering. No, that was genuine niceness from Ophelia Rose Yates.
REUBEN: Are you kidding? You can barely remember a single name, but you know all of hers?
ALFIE: I read her file.
The others look to him.
ALFIE: Well, I’d finished my book and I had time to kill. Five suspensions?
JAMES: Uh, six.
ALFIE: There’s only five on the record.
JAMES: I know. Her father bribed me into keeping the last one off the record…
ALFIE: Accepting bribes, James? Shameful. How much?
All lean in, eager to find out. JAMES writes a number down, watching in amusement as their eyes go wide.
SHAWN: I think I speak for us all when I say… Holy shit.
IVAN: With a side of damn. How does it feel to be the second richest man in Ohio?
JAMES: Wrong, but… So good.
----Scene 5, VALERIE’s bedroom. She’s slumped at her desk, watching rehearsal footage, where OPHELIA has her hand up TOBIAS’ shirt and BLUE and SEPTEMBER are whispering again. She hums in disapproval. 
BETH: Okay, guys, let’s get started, please! We need to work on the choreo, yesterday was… Not ideal. Sky, could you show us that lift again?
SKY: Sure! Vi, c’mere a sec.
VIOLA gladly does so.
SKY: Can I…?
VIOLA: Uh-huh…
SKY demonstrates the lift while VIOLA giggles. When they come out of it, he keeps his arms wrapped around her. Present day VALERIE zooms in on them both, glaring. She stops the video.
VALERIE: Dear God, please save my sinful… Acquaintances. They’re heading down a dark path of underage drinking and intercourse… Forgive me for my language. Amen.
I can see a swath of sinners sittin' yonder
And they're actin' like a pack of fools
Gazin' into space they let their minds wander
'Stead of studyin' the good Lord's rules
You better pay attention
Build your comprehension
There's gonna be a quiz at your ascension
Not to mention any threat of hell
But if you're smart you'll learn your lessons well!
Every bright description of the promised land ment
You can reach it if you keep alert
Learnin' every line and every last commandment
May not help you but it couldn't hurt
First ya gotta read 'em then ya gotta heed 'em
You never know when you're gonna need 'em
Just as old Elijah said to Jezebel
You better start to learn your lessons well!
Cut to QUENTIN sitting by his bed, praying.
QUENTIN: The lamp of the body is the eye
If your eye is bad
Your whole body will be darkness
And if darkness is all around
Your soul will be doubly unbright
But if your eye is sound
Your whole body will be filled with light
Your whole body will be filled with light
Your whole body will be filled with light…
Opening his eyes, he sees his window open, LYRA standing in front of it. They lie on the bed, reaching over to kiss him. QUENTIN grins, abandoning his praying and jumping up to the bed. Pan out of the window to OPHELIA, VIOLA and AUBRI running down the street, laughing wildly. OPHELIA has a fake ID, the others have alcohol.
OPHELIA: I can see a swath of sinners settin' yonder
And they're acting like a pack of fools
Oooh, gazing into space they let their minds wander
Stead of studying the good Lord's rules
You better pay attention
Build your comprehension
There's gonna be a quiz at your ascension
Not to mention any threat of hell
Not to mention any threat of hell
Just as old Elijah said to Jezebel
You better start to learn your lessons well!
On their way, they come across their boyfriends. PDA ensues.
OPHELIA: Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
You better start to learn your lessons well!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
OPHELIA: You ever been to a nightclub, girls?
VIOLA and AUBRI shake their heads, dazed by the thought.
OPHELIA: Do you wanna?
They nod, enthusiastically.
OPHELIA: That’s my girls!
LIAM: A little illegal, isn’t it?
OPHELIA: So’s having a fake ID, and I know you do. Bri told me. Come on, we’ll take the booze back to mine, and then we’ll go.
Without even being asked, TOBIAS takes all the bottles, easily.
OPHELIA: Isn’t he great?
As they continue walking, SKY wraps his arms around VIOLA from behind.
----Scene 6, SEPTEMBER’s bedroom. It’s covered in fairy lights, even some rose petals on the bed. BLUE looks around.
BLUE: You really pulled out all the stops…
SEPTEMBER: Uh-huh! I even got sparkling cider.
BLUE raises an eyebrow, grinning.
SEPTEMBER: Well, I didn’t want us to be drunk for this… Remember when we were little kids? We’d be given this at New Years, and we thought it was the height of sophistication.
BLUE: Oh, I remember. “Blue, we’re practically adults!”
SEPTEMBER laughs, leaning against him.
BLUE: So… They aren’t home?
SEPTEMBER: My parents? No. They’ll be gone for hours.
BLUE: Good… Not that I don’t like ‘em, but… Y’know.
SEPTEMBER: I know. Come sit.
BLUE does exactly that.
BLUE: You’re sure you want this?
SEPTEMBER: I’ve never been more sure of anything. [Sensing his hesitation] I promise.
BLUE: Good. Me too. So…
SEPTEMBER: So…
She kisses him, softly.
SEPTEMBER: She said, we were young, we were only nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes and said, ‘Oh my, my, my’
Take me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did
Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I
Oh my, my, my, my
Well, I was fifteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said, ‘Oh my, my, my’
Take me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me.
BOTH: Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight.
SEPTEMBER: You stayed outside 'til the morning light
Oh my, my, my, my
A few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favourite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee
Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mamas cried
BLUE: You said ‘I do’ and I did too
Take me home where we met so many years before
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch
After all this time, you and I
SEPTEMBER: I'll be eighty-seven; you'll still be mine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my, my, my…
[Whispered] I’m ready.
BLUE presses his forehead against hers.
BLUE: Me too, baby…
He kisses her until they’re lying on the bed. Cut to QUENTIN’s room, where he and LYRA are finally coming up for air.
QUENTIN: Wow…
LYRA: Yeah…
QUENTIN: I wouldn’t have taken you for a biter. I’m gonna have a hard time covering all these hickeys…
LYRA: And your lip… You don’t mind, do you?
QUENTIN: No, no, I’m into it.
They flop back onto the bed, still out of breath.
LYRA: Round three?
QUENTIN: Easy, tiger… Let’s just lie here a little.
LYRA nods, caressing his chest.
LYRA: Where I go, when I go there
No more memory anymore
Only men on distant ships
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore.
QUENTIN: Where I go, when I go there
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips
A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore.
Slowly, LYRA’s hand moves down. 
QUENTIN: Touch me just like that
And that, oh yeah, now that’s heaven
Now, that I like
God, that’s so nice
Now lower down, where the figs lie…
NEW DIRECTIONS: Oh my God, 
Oh, wo-woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, 
Oh, wo-woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch me
Touch me…
Pan through to LOGAN’s room. He’s sitting with MAGS.
MAGS: I’m still mad.
LOGAN: I know.
MAGS: But we’re still having sex.
LOGAN: I know.
Where I go, when I go there
No more shadows anymore
Only you there in the kiss
And nothing missing as you’re drifting to shore.
Pan to AUBRI’s room. LIAM’s texting DAMIEN about tutoring, carefully concealing his phone from her. Once he’s done, he smiles, lovingly, pulling her close.
LIAM: Where I go, when I go there
No more weeping anymore
Only in and out your lips
The broken wishes, washing with them to shore.
Pan to SKY’s room, where he’s happily snuggling with VIOLA.
LOGAN: Touch me
All silent
Tell me, please
‘All is forgiven’
Consume my wine,
Consume my mind
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh.
Cut to TOBIAS, tied to OPHELIA’s bed, watching her in wide-eyed delight.
TOBIAS: Oh, oh...
Just, just try it
Now, there, that's it
Oh God, that's heaven
Oh, I'll love you right
We'll wander down
Where the sins cry.
NEW DIRECTIONS: Touch me, just like that
Now lower down, where the sins lie
Love me, just for a bit
We'll wander down, where the winds sigh
Where the winds sigh
Where the winds sigh
Where the winds sigh...
TOBIAS sighs, grinning.
TOBIAS: Your turn…
----Scene 7, backstage in the church hall, where the usual preparations and quiet chatter are going on. SHAWN and ALFIE enter.
ALFIE: Ooh, piano. I should come to church more often…
SHAWN: How we doing? All set up?
QUENTIN: Pretty much. Just doing hair and stuff.
SHAWN: Where are…?
QUENTIN: Magnolia and Logan? I don’t know and I don’t wanna.
ALFIE: Mm, agreed. Warmed up?
QUENTIN: We had a little group warmup, but there wasn’t time for much.
BETH: We told them just to do it in their own time. God, Ophelia looks pissed off. 
ALFIE: I’ll go and check on her… Out of killing distance.
He makes his way over, cautiously.
ALFIE: Ophelia?
OPHELIA: God-fucking-damn it…
ALFIE: We are in a church, you know. Okay, what’s happening? Talk to me.
OPHELIA: Warmups aren’t working, my hair won’t go right, and I’m in a church at 9.40 on a Saturday. This is the time our maid gets me breakfast, or it’s supposed to be.
ALFIE: …Right. Can I help at all?
OPHELIA: Tell me my hair looks good…
ALFIE: It looks lovely.
OPHELIA: You’re just saying that.
ALFIE: You told me to! But genuinely, it does. Now, what do you mean warmups aren’t working?
OPHELIA: They don’t sound good.
ALFIE: Ophelia, it’s early and they’re warmups.
OPHELIA: Point being?
ALFIE: Well, they’re not supposed to sound good. And since it’s so early, I’m guessing even you haven’t done much talking yet.
OPHELIA: Not a lot, why?
ALFIE: Well, that warms your voice up naturally.
OPHELIA: Huh…
ALFIE: And no wonder it doesn’t sound right, I can see how tense you are from here. Stretch your neck a bit, you’ll be fine.
OPHELIA: Right… Thank you.
ALFIE: No problem. Actually, Ophelia, while I’m here, can I have a word?
OPHELIA: I knew it.
ALFIE: What?
OPHELIA: I knew it wouldn’t last long…
ALFIE: You’ve lost me.
OPHELIA: You’re not…? What do you want to talk to me about?
ALFIE: Sit yourself down, let’s chat properly.
OPHELIA obeys, watching him, warily.
ALFIE: Well, I was actually wondering if there was anything you’d like to talk to me about.
OPHELIA: Like what?
ALFIE: Your sudden, startling attitude change, which only seems to apply to me. You don’t have to tell me anything, of course. I’m curious, is all.
OPHELIA: I don’t know… You were nice to me, and…
ALFIE: And?
OPHELIA: I guess I like being the centre of attention, for once. You made me feel like I can do something right. I miss that.
ALFIE: Doesn’t happen often?
OPHELIA shakes her head.
ALFIE: Right… Ophelia, are you frightened I’ll give up on your if you act like you usually do? Because you don’t have to pretend to be anything you’re not. I can take it.
OPHELIA: I’m not pretending.
ALFIE: No? This is the real Ophelia I’ve been seeing since we started this? This sweet, talented, smiley girl who brings her own music?
OPHELIA: Yeah, I guess.
ALFIE: Then, for lack of better words, why are you like this?
OPHELIA: It’s easier. No one can push you around.
ALFIE: No, I suppose not. Do you feel safe around me?
OPHELIA nods.
ALFIE: I’m glad. I’ll accept whatever you can throw at me. This lovely version, or…
OPHELIA: The stone-cold bitch?
ALFIE: You said it, not me. I’m not giving up on you. You’re a very talented young woman. I chose to help you, even before I saw this side of you. I won’t pretend I wasn’t reluctant, but I was still going to do it. Your talent is too good to waste.
OPHELIA: You really think so?
ALFIE: I do. You’re one of the best in the club by far. I can see that now, and I’m going to push for a few more solos for you, my little mentee. You deserve it.
OPHELIA: More than… Uh, anyone?
ALFIE: Now, I can’t say anything on that. You deserve more than you’re currently getting, that’s as far as I’m going.
OPHELIA: I don’t know how to thank you for all this.
ALFIE: I do. Let me see the real Ophelia more often. I much prefer you like that.
OPHELIA smiles down at the ground.
ALFIE: No, no, let me see it properly. Much better. Now, will you do that for me all the time?
OPHELIA: I’ll try.
ALFIE: That’s all I ask. Right, I think it’s nearly time. Ready?
OPHELIA: I am now. Hey, you got me talking!
ALFIE: Mm-hm.
OPHELIA: Good at this, aren’t you?
ALFIE: Years of practice.
After a moment, OPHELIA breaks into laughter, making a few others glance over.
----Scene 8, outside the hall. LOGAN’s chasing after MAGS, again.
LOGAN: Maggie, please!
MAGS: No, piss off!
LOGAN: Okay.
MAGS: Where are you going?!
LOGAN: But you said— Look, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?
MAGS: Sorry isn’t good enough!
LOGAN: I only did what I was asked to—
MAGS: So? I had to dance with you while everyone else got an actual party!
LOGAN: I’m— I’m your boyfriend.
MAGS: And you’re damn lucky to still have me! You’re terrible at this!
LOGAN: I know! I know. I don’t know how to do it, but I’m trying to get better! I’m trying…
MAGS: Try. Harder.
LOGAN: How? I’m already trying my best!
MAGS: Well, don’t lie to me! You’re not even good at it!
LOGAN: I mean, I must be okay at it, it did work—
MAGS takes a step closer to him.
LOGAN: Okay, not the time! But when you asked, I told you, doesn’t that count for something?
MAGS: No!
LOGAN: I wanted to, believe me, but they wouldn’t let me, and—
MAGS: What do they matter? You are spineless!
LOGAN: I know! Completely spineless, it’s terrible. I was getting better about that, I don’t know what happened…
MAGS: I don’t care what happened, just fix it!
LOGAN: I will! I’ll try! But will you stop yelling at me in public, please? Everyone’s gonna hear…
MAGS: I’ll yell at you as much as I like!
LOGAN: It’s been a week, aren’t you sick of it yet?
MAGS: Not as sick as I am of you!
Abrupt cut to the performance.
NEW DIRECTIONS: Maybe we can
Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness
Find a place to feel good.
QUENTIN: I got a good feeling
I'm just takin' it all in
Floating up and dreamin'
Droppin' into the deep end
[+BETH] And if we're here long enough
They'll sing a song for us (NEW DIRECTIONS: Ah-ah-ah-ah!)
And we'll belong.
NEW DIRECTIONS: Maybe we can
Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness
Find a place to feel good.
QUENTIN: Giving second chances
I don't need all the answers
Feeling good in my skin
I just keep on dancin'
[+BETH] And if we're here long enough
We'll see it's all for us
And we'll belong!
NEW DIRECTIONS: Maybe we can
Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness
Find a place to feel good.
QUENTIN: And it's just another day (NEW DIRECTIONS: And it's just another day)
And if our friends all pass away (NEW DIRECTIONS: Ah-ah, ah-ah)
It's okay (NEW DIRECTIONS: It's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
It's okay, it's okay, yeah!
NEW DIRECTIONS: Maybe we can
Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness
Find a place to feel good.
GIRLS: All we ever want is automatic all the time
All we ever want is auto all of the time
All we ever want is automatic all the time
All we ever want is auto all of the time.
NEW DIRECTIONS: Maybe we can
Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness
Find a place to feel good!
MAGS glares daggers at LOGAN, who smiles awkwardly in return.
Roll credits.
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