Don't Stop Me Now (Script)

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== Script ==
Pre-intro scene, a classroom masquerading as a dressing room. The club are getting ready for a performance, talking as loud as they can get away with, when SHAWN enters.
SHAWN: Alright, guys, how we doing?
QUENTIN: Just a couple more minutes, Mr. L.
LIAM: This is way better than behind the auditorium.
MISTY: It’s pretty perfect, right? So much more space!
She pirouettes to demonstrate. JUDE watches her, grinning.
BETH: Space for getting ready.
OPHELIA: Hey, we’ve got time.
DANNY: Uh-huh. Dad’s speech is gonna be long as shit. Why is he always doing speeches? Who wants to listen to him preaching about how special the arts are, tonight?
BETH: I kinda like his speeches.
DANNY: No one cares.
OPHELIA: I mean, you’re right, but don’t take your daddy issues out on Beth.
BETH: Thanks… I guess.
VALERIE: Viola? Your ribbon’s coming loose.
VIOLA tries to look to the back of her dress, as VALERIE starts approaching to help.
VIOLA: Is it? Shit…
SKY: Here, let me get that.
VALERIE sighs in defeat as SKY reties the ribbon.
SKY: There. Now you look perfect.
VIOLA: Thanks, Sky…
SKY: Anything for you.
VIOLA smiles, shyly. OPHELIA and AUBRI exchange a very knowing look. LYRA nudges SKY as he returns.
MISTY: Beth, honey, you’re gonna make a hole in the carpet, pacing like that.
BETH: Sorry, it’s the thought of performing again. In front of all the students is different to the parents…
LOGAN: Yeah… Jocks don’t throw things at us in front of their mommies.
MAGS: They won’t throw things at you anyway, I’m here.
JUDE: Yeah, they’ll throw everything at her.
MAGS: Hey!
JUDE: You knew it was coming, you left that one open.
MAGS: Well, what about the Brit? He’s not exactly popular with them.
FRANKY: I do have a name, you know.
MAGS: Freddie?
FRANKY: …You know what? It’ll do.
IVAN: No one’s throwing anything at anyone. Worst comes to worst, I’m your human shield, okay?
LIAM: Not for the first time.
SHAWN: I’d offer my services, but… Most of you are taller than me.
The entire club stands up as tall as they can. BETH climbs on RICKY’s back.
SHAWN: …I hate you all.
OPHELIA: [Softly, to DAMIEN] I’m glad we’re not behind the auditorium. More space for later, and no one to hear us, right?
DAMIEN: It’ll be perfect.
BETH: Ophelia, are you sure we should…?
OPHELIA: Yes, I’m certain, shut up. It’s, like, the 9th time you’ve asked.
BETH: I’m sorry, it just seems a little…
OPHELIA: It’s not like it’s an orgy.
JUDE: Maybe after the next show.
MISTY swats at his arm, laughing.
MISTY: It’s such a great idea, Ophelia, it’s gonna be really fun!
OPHELIA: You betcha. The problem is keeping it a secret.
She briefly glances to MAGS, while she isn’t looking.
OPHELIA: She’s been watching like a hawk…
MISTY: Can’t we…?
JUDE: I’m sorry, I know you’d like to be nice to her, but it’d be… Weird and awkward, and she’d probably snitch. The same with Valerie.
OPHELIA: He’s right. I hate to do it… No I don’t. But we’ve gotta, either way.
MISTY: I guess… It just feels mean.
BETH: Well, Magnolia’s mean to us. She doesn’t like any of us, not even me, and I grew up with her.
OPHELIA: But Logan likes her. D’you think he’ll tell?
QUENTIN: No, I bribed him.
OPHELIA: That easy?
QUENTIN: Uh-huh. Give him a lasagne and he’s loyal for life. Y’know, like Garfield.
MAGS: What are you all talking about?
MISTY: Uh… Garfield!
The group nod, solemnly, trying not to laugh. SHAWN and IVAN fix them with thoroughly confused looks.
IVAN: Alright, kiddos, I’m gonna go join the others and see the rest of the speech. Knock ‘em dead, okay?
LIAM: I mean, hopefully not.
FRANKY: Misty does kick high enough for that to be a risk, though. Mr. Pierce, will you make sure my dad and Winstanley don’t kill each other?
IVAN: Hey, I’m only one man! I’ll try, kiddo, don’t worry. I won’t let a single thing go wrong for any of you, tonight. You all know where to find me.
SHAWN: Wherever the punch is.
IVAN: Man’s not wrong. See you on the other side, guys.
He exits.
LOGAN: Anyone else feel like this might be the last nail in our coffin?
LIAM: Mr. Pierce said he’d protect us, and I believe him. It’s not as if we have popularity to lose.
OPHELIA: You speak for yourself.
QUENTIN: You’re in no danger, they’re too scared of you.
OPHELIA: Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
BLUE: Hey, Quentin, what’s the nicest thing she’s ever said to you?
QUENTIN: Uh… ‘Hello’.
SHAWN checks his phone.
SHAWN: Alright, guys, that’s us. Ready?
LOGAN: As we’ll ever be…
Cut to the club onstage. FRANKY looks around for REUBEN, finding him gone. 
MAGS: Whoa oh oh oh!
LOGAN: It's always a good time.
MAGS: Whoa oh oh oh!
LOGAN: It's always a good time.
DAMIEN: Woke up on the right side of the bed
What's up with this Prince song inside my head?
Hands up if you're down to get down tonight
'Cause it's always a good time.
LIAM: Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care
Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere
I'm in if you're down to get down tonight.
BOTH: 'Cause it's always a good time.
AUBRI: Good morning and good night
I wake up at twilight…
LIAM: It's gonna be alright (AUBRI: Alright)
We don't even have to try
It's always a good time!
ALL: Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time!
BETH: Freaked out, dropped my phone in the pool again
Checked out of my room hit the ATM
Let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight
'Cause it's always a good time.
RICKY: Good morning and good night
BETH: I wake up at twilight…
RICKY: It's gonna be alright (BETH: Alright)
We don't even have to try
It's always a good time!
ALL: Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time!
JUDE: Doesn't matter when
It's always a good time then.
MISTY: Doesn't matter where
It's always a good time there.
JUDE: Doesn't matter when,
It's always a good time then…
ALL: It's always a good time!
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh,
It's always a good time!
ALFIE: Awful song…
IVAN: I liked it.
ALFIE: Oh God, you chose it, didn’t you?
IVAN slowly backs away.
----Scene 1, the gym. The club are sitting around and talking. LOGAN’s dancing, badly.
OPHELIA: Where’s Magnolia?
LOGAN: Uh… Bathroom, fixing her makeup.
OPHELIA: Does she take long?
LOGAN: Oh, yeah.
OPHELIA: Perfect. Alright, we gotta do this slowly… Liam, Ricky, Viola, you go first.
LIAM: Getting the worst liars out first, solid plan.
RICKY: Can I at least get some punch first?
OPHELIA: You’ll get something better soon. Go.
RICKY: But I wanted punch…
He goes anyway. LIAM waits for a moment before following, then VIOLA.
OPHELIA: The rest of you, go whenever. Space it out. Beth, you know what you have to do.
QUENTIN: Logan… Distract Magnolia?
LOGAN: Okay, I’ll try…
OPHELIA: Oh, and Jude… Stay here a sec.
JUDE: …Sure. Why?
OPHELIA: I’ve got a little something planned, and I need you.
JUDE: Not making me any less suspicious, but I’ll go with it.
OPHELIA: And that’s why I tolerate you.
JUDE: …It’s mutual.
The rest of the club slowly make their way out. VALERIE’s busy talking to SHAWN, who looks ever so slightly terrified.
OPHELIA: [In ‘VALERIE’s voice’] “Hello, do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ?”
Even JUDE has to laugh.
JUDE: That’s terrifying.
OPHELIA: But accurate.
JUDE: I don’t know… Is she that whiny?
OPHELIA: Uh, yeah. You turning nice, or something?
JUDE: Nah… But you could try it sometime.
OPHELIA: Absolutely not.
JUDE: Fair enough. So, what are we doing?
OPHELIA: What’s in your coat?
JUDE: Booze.
OPHELIA: Perfect. Come with me.
JUDE: That answers nothing.
OPHELIA: You’ll see! Why all the questions?
JUDE: Why all the secrecy?
OPHELIA: Touche.
As they walk away, MAGS returns, looking around.
MAGS: Where’d everyone go?
LOGAN: They, uh…
BETH fixes him with a pleading look.
LOGAN: I wouldn’t know. I only have eyes for you. As long as we have each other, what do they matter?
MAGS: Logan—
LOGAN: Hey, let’s dance!
MAGS: Well, okay… You’re being super weird, though.
LOGAN: When am I not?
MAGS considers this for a moment. ALFIE glances over to where the club was, thoroughly confused. BETH makes her way over to him, hastily.
BETH: Hey, Mr. Winstanley!
ALFIE: Hello… Alright?
BETH: I’m wonderful, thank you.
ALFIE: Where are all your friends?
BETH: Oh, probably getting out of costume and stuff!
ALFIE: Don’t you want to?
BETH: I will, soon. I just really like this dress.
ALFIE: Fair enough. Viola’s done brilliantly with all the outfits, it has to be said.
BETH glances over to the punch bowl to find JUDE and OPHELIA spiking it, naturally. She moves so ALFIE won’t see.
BETH: Yeah, she’s amazing!
ALFIE watches her closely.
ALFIE: You sure you’re alright?
BETH: Uh-huh!
ALFIE: You’re acting… Stranger than usual. If I find out you’ve been using Sudafed as a pick-me-up again, I’m not going to be happy.
BETH: I haven’t, I promise.
ALFIE: I should hope not.
BETH: I’m just excited, that’s all! Well, I’m gonna go find the others, but, uh… Have a great night!
ALFIE: Yeah, you too…
BETH exits, subtly. IVAN and JAMES make their way over.
JAMES: Hey. What did Beth want?
ALFIE: I have absolutely no idea.
IVAN: Huh… Listen, man, fair warning, the punch is spiked. Like, very.
ALFIE: I know, I saw Ophelia and Jude do it. Shall we go and get some?
IVAN: …Hell yeah.
JAMES watches them go, staring in disbelief.
JAMES: Seriously?
----Scene 2, the ‘dressing room’. It’s much louder than before, the desks filled with alcohol, and most of the club are out of costume. OPHELIA’s making a short black dress even shorter, with VIOLA’s help. TOBIAS, sitting nearby, is thoroughly enjoying the view. BLUE and SEPTEMBER are making out on one of the few free desks.
BETH: Are they drunk already?
OPHELIA: What? No. You know they just do that. You ready for some real fun?
BETH: I guess!
TOBIAS gets up, wrapping his arms around OPHELIA’s neck, now that her dress is at the length she desires.
TOBIAS: Hey, girl, I'm waiting on you, I'm waiting on you
Come on, and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the window's down.
LIAM: Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool and we know it too
Yeah, we'll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight—
ALL: Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young
And live while we're young
Tonight, let's get some—
LIAM: And live while we're young!
JUDE: Hey, girl, it's now or never, it's now or never
Don't overthink, just let it go
And if we get together, yeah, get together
Don't let the pictures leave your phone, ooh.
LIAM: Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight—
ALL: Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young
Wanna live while we're young
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young!
BETH looks to LYRA and QUENTIN, who are staying just a little too close together.
QUENTIN: And, girl, you and I
We're 'bout to make some memories tonight
I wanna live while we're young…
LYRA: We want to live while we're young.
ALL: Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young
Crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young
Come on, young
Wanna live while we're young
Tonight, let's get some
And live while we're young!
BETH: That’s nice and all, but are we really sure this is a good idea? We’re literally on campus, we could get caught so easily, and we’d never be able to hide all this in time, let alone your… Obvious hickey, when did that happen?
OPHELIA and TOBIAS shrug, clearly starting to make another one.
BETH: Guys!
OPHELIA: Oh, you still here?
BETH: Hey! Well… I’m glad you’re happy, at least.
OPHELIA: Mm, very…
Slightly creeped out, BETH leaves them to it.
RICKY: Hey, not that I’m complaining, but what’s this all for? Not just this part. The show, and everyone else being here too.
JUDE: Dude, are you kidding me?
RICKY: No… Why?
JUDE: Remember that big football game you won for us, just yesterday?
RICKY: Yeah, I still have the bruises from it.
JUDE: …It’s for that, man.
RICKY: Oh! That’s nice.
JUDE: Yep.
QUENTIN: [Softly, to BETH] You sure that’s who you wanna date?
BETH: I’ve never been more sure of anything.
QUENTIN: Then I wish you luck. You want a drink?
BETH: God, yes. I nearly got caught out by Winstanley.
QUENTIN: Well, hey, rather a man with a sexy accent than… Any of the others.
FRANKY comes up behind him, grinning.
FRANKY: So, what I’m hearing is you think I have a sexy accent, too.
QUENTIN: You are a literal child.
FRANKY: I’m 15 now!
QUENTIN: Baby. Baby boy.
FRANKY: Not fair.
QUENTIN: What, you want me to think you’re sexy? You’re straight anyway.
FRANKY: It would still be nice! I just want someone to think it. Just once…
QUENTIN: Aw! Hey, there’s time. Got your whole life ahead of you.
MISTY: And for the record, I think you’re very cute.
FRANKY grins down at the floor.
FRANKY: Well, thanks.
JUDE makes his way over, wrapping an arm around MISTY and handing her a drink.
MISTY: What’s this?
JUDE: Mixed it myself, it has no name. Yet. Try it, I wanna know what you think.
MISTY: Alright… Oh my God, this is good. And… Strong! Jeez, you trying to get me drunk?
JUDE: I would never. Is it still okay? I know you don’t like booze that tastes of… What it is.
MISTY: Yeah, it’s perfect, it doesn’t taste of alcohol. Just… Hits you like a truck! Wait, how did you know I—
JUDE: That’s for me to know.
MISTY: You are… So weird.
JUDE: Thanks.
He smirks at FRANKY, ever so briefly, leading MISTY away. QUENTIN watches them go.
QUENTIN: Jeez…
FRANKY shrugs, laughing.
FRANKY: He’s a lucky man. I just hope he knows it.
QUENTIN: They’re not together yet!
FRANKY: Key word ‘yet’. They will be, and I hope they’ll be very happy together. Besides, if you think I’m a baby, imagine what she thinks.
QUENTIN: I take your point.
FRANKY: Let’s go and get drunk.
QUENTIN: Can’t help thinking you’re a little too young for that.
FRANKY: They start younger where I come from.
After a moment, QUENTIN concedes, pouring more drinks.
----Scene 3, in the gym. VIOLA slips back in, looking around. MAGS and LOGAN are dancing, both as terrible as each other, until MAGS gets pissed off at him for stepping on her. 
VIOLA: [Mumbled] I guess he can only dance well when it’s choreographed…
Soon, her attention turns to VALERIE, who’s trying to talk to REUBEN… Until REUBEN makes his excuses and walks away. VALERIE gives up, making her way to the punch bowl.
VIOLA: [V.O.] This is my sad, sad, reality. Sitting on the edge of two parties, pining for something I can’t have. Too scared to warn her that the punch tastes of lighter fluid and pain. And it’s never going to change. My life, not the punch. Although, I don’t think the booze is gonna evaporate out any time soon, either. I didn’t want to come. I was just going to leave after the show, I don’t care about the football. But, of course, Misty made me. She’s very persuasive, but… Very busy. She’s surrounded by friends, being given fruity drinks by attractive guys. And I have Aubri and Ophelia, sure, but… They have boyfriends. What do I have?
Maybe there's a part of me that wants to be alone
Maybe there's a part of me that's looking for a home
Searching for a place to be, don't wanna leave a trace
I'm tryin' to start my life again so please forget my face
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
Live my life in a wallflower garden
With my friends and the fickle hearted
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
No one told me when I started
Now I'm wishing I could hide it
I don't wanna stand out
I could sit and stay outside and watch the thunder clouds
Counting on those raindrops, give me roots into the ground
Never thought I'd be the one to say there's something wrong
Can I call and tell you that I don't wanna be alone?
But I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
Live my life in a wallflower garden
With my friends and the fickle hearted
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
No one told me when I started
Now I'm wishing I could hide it
I don't wanna stand out
Why should I go out and change
What I'm supposed to be?
I know this song is sad
But you can sing along with me
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
Live my life in a wallflower garden
With my friends and the fickle hearted
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
No one told me when I started
Now I'm wishing I could hide it
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out
I don't wanna stand out…
SKY: Hey!
VIOLA jumps, turning to him.
SKY: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you… Oh, what the hell is Logan doing?
VIOLA: Dancing… Allegedly.
SKY: Is that what it’s supposed to be? And what are you doing out here?
VIOLA: Just… Watching.
SKY: You do a lot of that, huh?
VIOLA: Pathetic, right?
SKY: No! Sweetie, no… You could never be pathetic. Not to me.
VIOLA moves closer, letting him wrap an arm around her shoulders.
VIOLA: You can go back to the… Thing, if you want.
SKY: Only if you’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you here, all sad and alone.
VIOLA: …Thanks?
SKY: Not as a person, just… Now. You look sad, I don’t like it.
VIOLA: Sorry.
SKY: Why?
VIOLA: I… Don’t know.
SKY: You’re adorable. We should talk more…
VIOLA: You… Want to?
SKY: Of course I want to. I like you, Viola. I offered to come and find you for a reason.
VIOLA: Come and find me?
SKY: Misty was looking. She wants you back at the party, but she’s struggling to act sober enough to be around teachers.
VIOLA: Already?
SKY: Juniors, girl, they party hard.
VIOLA: Clearly… Except Beth.
SKY: Except Beth. So, you coming back? You don’t have to, obviously, but I’d like to have you there.
VIOLA: Maybe…
SKY: I can wait. Or I can go, whatever you like.
VIOLA: No, stay… If you want. I’ll come soon, I promise.
SKY: You looking for something?
VIOLA: No… Not exactly.
SKY follows her gaze to VALERIE.
SKY: Right… Hey, can I get you a drink?
VIOLA: I’m not drinking that.
SKY: No, we’ll get something better.
VIOLA: There’s certainly a lot of choice back there.
SKY: You don’t have to drink-drink, you know. There’s no pressure, I promise. You can have whatever.
VIOLA: Thank you… I appreciate it. All of this.
SKY: Seriously, it’s no problem.
VIOLA smiles, finding herself almost dazed.
VIOLA: You’re… Nice to me.
SKY: You don’t get a lot of that?
VIOLA: I don’t even get a lot of people talking to me.
Fixing her with a sympathetic look, SKY leans in and kisses her forehead. VIOLA blinks, startled.
SKY: I’m a little drunk, was that okay?
VIOLA: Uh-huh…
SKY: Anyway, now you have me. Forever. You can’t get rid of me, just ask Lyra.
VIOLA: Promise?
SKY: Cross my heart, baby.
VIOLA gives a smile bright enough to rival the sun.
VIOLA: Let’s go.
They exit, SKY’s arm around her shoulders. VALERIE glances over, for a very brief moment, a strange look on her face.
SHAWN: Hey, where are the others?
IVAN: Getting drunk, probably having sex.
ALFIE: Lucky sods. I might just go home and do the same.
IVAN: Yeah? With who?
ALFIE: Oh, I’d find someone, don’t you worry about that.
IVAN rolls his eyes, laughing.
SHAWN: I… Can’t imagine that.
ALFIE gives him a thoroughly confused look.
ALFIE: …Keep it that way, please.
SHAWN nods, hastily.
JAMES: Okay, we’re getting off track. Ivan, go check on your niece.
ALFIE: Yeah, tell her to sod off and get plastered with the rest of them, I don’t know why she’s hanging around us.
IVAN: Because she’s not really the [ALFIE imitation] ‘sod off and get plastered’ type. But yeah, I’ll go see how she’s doing.
Pan over to MAGS, who’s stopped dancing, watching the door.
MAGS: [Sweetly] Lo-Lo… Tell me where the others are.
LOGAN swallows, hard.
----Scene 4, back at the real party. MISTY’s standing on a desk when VIOLA and SKY enter.
VIOLA: [In disbelief] What is she doing?
QUENTIN: Telling us something a girl told her at an audition!
MISTY: Dance: ten; Looks; three
And I'm still on unemployment,
Dancing for my own enjoyment
That ain't it, kid. That ain't it, kid
"Dance: ten; Looks; three,"
Is like to die!
Left the theatre and
Called the doctor for
My appointment to buy...
Tits and ass
Bought myself a fancy pair
Tightened up the derriere
Did the nose with it
All that goes with it
Tits and ass!
Had the bingo-bongos done
Suddenly I'm getting nash'nal tours!
Tits and ass won't get you jobs
Unless they're yours
Didn't cost a fortune neither
Didn't hurt my sex life either.
MISTY glances to JUDE. She’s clearly putting on a show for his benefit.
MISTY: Flat and sassy,
I would get the strays and losers
Beggars really can't be choosers
That ain't it, kid. That ain't it, kid
Fised the chassis
"How do you do!"
Life turned into an
Endless medley of
"Gee it had to be you!"
Why?
Tits and ass!
Where the cupboard once was bare
Now you knock and someone's there
You have got 'em, hey
Top to bottom, hey
It's a gas!
Just a dash of silicone
Shake your new maracas and you'll find:
Tits and ass can change your life
They sure changed mine
Have it all done
Honey, take my word
Grab a cab, c'mon
See the wizard on
Park and Seventy-Third
For
Tits and ass
Orchestra or balcony.
What they want is whatcha see.
Keep the best of you.
Do the rest of you.
Pits or class
I have never seen it fail
Debutante or chorus girl or wife
Tits and ass,
Yes, tits and ass
Have changed...
My...
Life!
The group cheers, especially JUDE. OPHELIA gets up, making her way away from the crowd. Curious, RICKY follows, bringing a family-size bag of chips with him.
RICKY: Hey. You… Okay?
OPHELIA: Hm? Yeah, fine. A lot of that just sounded a little too much like my mother. I’ve gotta be skinny, but I’ve still gotta have tits if I ever want to be successful, apparently.
RICKY: Jesus Christ.
OPHELIA: Uh-huh. Pretty sure she’s personally setting feminism back quite a few decades. You know she hasn’t let me eat a chip since the 6th grade?
RICKY: Are you serious?
OPHELIA: Deadly. No junk food in the house, it’s the worst thing my parents can imagine.
RICKY: None? That can’t be healthy…
OPHELIA: Try telling them that.
RICKY holds out the bag of chips.
OPHELIA: I can’t, she’d… Find out.
RICKY: Well, they’re here if you want them, okay? If it helps, my parents have pretty impossible standards for me, too. My dad, anyway. He’s thinking football scholarship to… I don’t know, somewhere good.
OPHELIA: Yeah? And what are you thinking?
RICKY: I have no idea. I want options, even though I’m pretty much known for dumb decisions.
OPHELIA: How are yours about grades?
RICKY: They’re… Alright. Lucky for me, Dad only cares about the sports. Mom’s not thrilled about my grades, Jude’s the only reason I’m passing.
OPHELIA: Jude? Seriously?
RICKY: Hey, he’s super smart. And when he’s helping me, he doesn’t even get high!
OPHELIA: Raise your standards.
She pats his cheek and walks away. 
RICKY: No chips since the 6th grade…?
He takes another chip, but then, thinking over her earlier words, he slowly puts the bag down. While crunching just as slowly. Suddenly, the door swings open. It’s MAGS, followed by a terrified LOGAN.
OPHELIA: Oh, for God’s sake!
LOGAN: I’m— I’m sorry, she seduced me!
OPHELIA: Okay, ew!
MISTY: Hey, is it really so bad for her to be—
BETH: Yep. She’ll tell.
LOGAN: Maggie, please don’t—
MAGS: I’m not talking to you!
LOGAN steps back, hastily.
MAGS: Get me a damn drink.
LOGAN nods, running to the drinks table.
MAGS: Beth, seriously? We grew up together.
BETH: Yeah, that gave me a pretty decent idea of why I don’t want you here.
MAGS: After all I’ve done for you!
BETH: What? You’ve never done anything for me!
MAGS: I got you your first audition!
BETH: Uh, no. When the talent agent came, you kept making an idiot of yourself. And then when I got the audition, you tried to poison me!
The whole club stares.
BLUE: Woah, what the…?
SEPTEMBER: Jeez… That’s low even for you.
MAGS: It’s not like I actually did it! And, for all we know, that poison might not have even worked on humans!
DANNY: [To LOGAN] This is what you wanna date?
MAGS: ‘Who’ not ‘what’. I’m a person.
DANNY: Really? Interesting. Bored now, where’d the vodka go?
DAMIEN: In you, man.
DANNY stares down at the empty bottle.
DANNY: Huh… Okay, I’m gonna go find my father.
QUENTIN: What? Why?
DANNY: To hurl on his favourite shoes. Later, losers.
SKY: Okay, I’m gonna go stop him from getting us all caught.
He pats VIOLA’s shoulder and runs after DANNY.
----Scene 5, still at the party. LIAM’s sitting on a desk, on the outskirts of the celebration. He’s clearly worried, watching AUBRI and DAMIEN talk. AUBRI makes her way over.
AUBRI: Hey, you! How you doing?
LIAM: I’m okay.
AUBRI: Yeah, you look it(!) What’s up, baby?
LIAM: Nothing! Nothing. This is just… A lot.
AUBRI: I know. We can go, if you want.
LIAM: No, you’re having fun.
AUBRI: I have more fun when I know you’re happy.
LIAM: You should have fun anyway… Look, I’ll be fine.
AUBRI: You’re just saying that.
LIAM: No, really. What will it take to convince you?
AUBRI: Kissy.
LIAM kisses her, smiling against her lips.
AUBRI: You’re hard to read, sometimes…
LIAM laughs, nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
LIAM: Glad to hear it…
AUBRI: Are you still on your first drink?
LIAM: Second. We’ve still got school tomorrow, and, uh… I just do not shut up when I’m drunk, I’ll… Say something I shouldn’t, or something.
AUBRI: So? Magnolia does it all the time.
LIAM: It’s a little different.
AUBRI: Yeah, you’re actually a good person.
LIAM: I don’t know about that… I’m gonna go get snacks, okay?
AUBRI: I’ll come with—
LIAM: No. No, you go have a good time.
AUBRI: You sure?
LIAM: Positive. You want anything?
AUBRI: I’m good, thank you.
LIAM: So very good…
They kiss again before he goes, carefully swerving DAMIEN on the way. At the snacks table, he keeps his head down, overhearing…
MAGS: I can’t believe you! Why didn’t you tell me?
LOGAN: I did tell you!
MAGS: That’s not the point! The point is you didn’t tell me!
LOGAN: But—
MAGS: No, enough! I’m sick of listening to you.
LOGAN: Y-You asked… And she’s gone. Fantastic(!)
LIAM bites back a laugh.
LOGAN: I saw that.
LIAM: Sorry. Care to engage in some very underage drinking?
LOGAN: You read my mind.
LIAM: Ah, if I could do that, life would be a lot simpler.
LOGAN: I feel you there. Especially when it comes to girls.
LIAM: Uh-huh…
LOGAN: You having a drink?
LIAM: Oh, I’ve still got one.
LOGAN: Yeah? What?
LIAM: I’m pretty sure it’s raspberry vodka and Sprite? Mostly Sprite. I brought that; it was the only thing I could bring without Mom getting suspicious.
LOGAN: Man, really? I brought four bottles, left the house with two in each hand, walked right past my dad in the yard, and I don’t even think he saw me.
Both stare at each other in shock.
LIAM: …Wanna swap for a day?
LOGAN: Make it a week, give my parents time to realise.
LIAM: Jeez…
LOGAN: So, you mentioned vodka…
LIAM hands it to him, immediately.
LIAM: Careful, though.
LOGAN: I will be.
LIAM doesn’t respond, too distracted by DAMIEN, who’s in conversation with BETH.
BETH: Garrett? Hockey team Garrett?
DAMIEN: Come on, he’s cute! In a… Some of his teeth are fake kind of way.
BETH: Yeah, I’m surprised some of them didn’t get shoved down his throat when your tongue was there!
DAMIEN: Well… My tongue wasn’t there for long. It… Went elsewhere.
LOGAN: Liam?
LIAM: Sorry, I, uh… I’m gonna go get some air. Tell Aubri I’m fine and not to follow me.
He exits, quickly, making his way down the halls.
LIAM: Turn off the TV, it's starting to freak me
Out it's so loud, it's like my ears are bleeding
What am I feeling? Can't look at the ceiling
Light is so bright, it's like I'm over-heating
This mind isn't mine, who am I to judge?
Oh, I should be fine, but it's all too much
I get overwhelmed so easily
My anxiety creeps inside of me
Makes it hard to breathe
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else
I get overwhelmed so easily
My anxiety keeps me silent
When I try to speak
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else
I get overwhelmed
All of these faces who don't know what space is
And crowds are shut down, I'm over-stimulated
Nobody gets it, say I'm too sensitive
I can't listen 'cause I'm eyeing the exits
This mind isn't mine, who am I to judge?
Oh, I should be fine, but it's all too much
I get overwhelmed so easily
My anxiety creeps inside of me
Makes it hard to breathe
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else
I get overwhelmed so easily
My anxiety keeps me silent
When I try to speak
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else
I get overwhelmed
I get overwhelmed
I should be fine, but it's all too much
I should be fine, but I'm not.
Finally outside, he leans against a wall.
LIAM: I get overwhelmed so easily
My anxiety creeps inside of me
Makes it hard to breathe
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else
I get overwhelmed so easily
Keeps me silent
What's come over me?
Somebody, somebody else
I get overwhelmed…
DAMIEN appears next to him.
DAMIEN: I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
LIAM: Jesus Christ!
DAMIEN: Sure, close enough. Hey… What’s up?
LIAM: It’s all your fault. Everything was fine until you came along with your hair and your hoodies and your tragic backstory, and your… Punchable, kissable face.
DAMIEN: Yep, those are all things I have.
LIAM: Fuck you. Fuck you so much.
DAMIEN: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
LIAM: I hate you!
DAMIEN: Well, it sure doesn’t seem that way! You like me a little too much. It confuses you. It scares you.
LIAM: You’re damn right it scares me, it’s ruining my life. Just leave me alone.
DAMIEN: I wish I knew how. You think I’d be here listening to you yell at me if I had the choice?
LIAM: Why the hell are you here?
DAMIEN: You’ve got this hold over me, and we both know that no matter what we do, neither of us seem to be able to break it.
A beat.
DAMIEN: It’s okay to be scared. I was scared too, the first time.
LIAM: You were?
DAMIEN: I was nine, filled with feelings I didn’t understand, feelings I’d heard my family say were wrong. Of course I was scared.
LIAM nods, plagued by guilt.
LIAM: You… Had a lot more reason than me.
DAMIEN: Hey, don’t give me that shit, you still have reason— I mean it’s valid. Fuck, words are hard.
LIAM: True that. Listen, I’m just gonna go, before I make things any worse for both of us—
DAMIEN: No, stay.
LIAM sighs.
LIAM: I should hang up the phone
You said, ‘maybe don't’
And I think I should go, you said ‘maybe don't’
'Cause I run from the things that I want the most
You said ‘I get that's what you do but
We should never speak again’.
DAMIEN: Because I like you
And lately it's been only getting worse
So we should never speak again
Because I want to
I've run through every outcome and in every one I'm hurt.
LIAM: Oh, I hate surprises
But you surprise me
I should hang up the phone
You said ‘maybe don't’
And I think I should go, you said ‘maybe don't’
'Cause I run from the things that I want the most
You said ‘I get that's what you do but, maybe don't’.
I'm not saying I'm wrong but you may be right.
DAMIEN: I don't know how to fall asleep unless you say goodnight.
LIAM: Said I run from the things that I want the most
You said ‘I get that's what you do but maybe don't’.
DAMIEN: I'm hoping I could get a word
With your expectations
'Cause they don't seem to be based on you and me
You been making group decisions about us without us
Tell me what I'm gonna say and let me edit
I think it could be different if you let it.
LIAM: I should hang up the phone
You said— (DAMIEN: Maybe don’t.)
And I think I should go, you said— (DAMIEN: Maybe don't.)
'Cause I run from the things that I want the most
You said [+DAMIEN] I get that's what you do but, maybe don't
I'm not saying I'm wrong but you may be right
I don't know how to fall asleep unless you say goodnight
[-DAMIEN] Yeah I run from the things that I want the most
You said ‘I get that's what you do but maybe don't’.
DAMIEN: Maybe don't
Maybe don't yeah
I run from the things that I want the most
And I get that's what you do but
This is just a heads up
I mess people's heads up
Only 'cause I'm scared of losing mine.
LIAM: If you could be less honest
Tick a couple less boxes
I could sabotage this and still be justified
I should hang up the phone, you said ‘maybe don't’
I should always be alone, you said ‘maybe don't’
'Cause I run from the things that I want the most
I said I guess that's what I do but the more I think it through
I'm not saying that I'm wrong but you may be right
And I'm running out of reasons to push you aside
Yeah I run from the things that I want the most
You said ‘I get that's what you do but maybe don't’.
They end the song just a little too close.
----Scene 6, in the halls. VIOLA’s sitting alone when SKY gets to her.
SKY: Hey!
VIOLA: Hi. I’m just taking a tiny break, don’t worry.
SKY: Okay, good. I’ll join.
He sits next to her, nice and close.
VIOLA: How’s Danny?
SKY: Pretty fucked up. But he didn’t do what he threatened to, so the secret’s still safe. He was too drunk to find Schuester or his shoes.
VIOLA: Good?
SKY: I think so. How you doing, girlie?
VIOLA: I’m okay… Mostly.
SKY: What’s up?
VIOLA: It’s… Hard to explain.
SKY: Try me.
VIOLA fidgets, nervously, trying to speak.
SKY: Or don’t! That’s okay too. It’s only if you want to.
VIOLA shakes her head.
SKY: Okay, if you’re sure. But I’m here for you.
VIOLA: Thanks for understanding…
SKY: Oh, of course!
Comfortable silence falls, VIOLA still idly fidgeting until SKY takes her hand.
SKY: You still look so nervous… It’s okay, it’s just me.
VIOLA nods, leaning against him.
VIOLA: Sky, can I ask you something?
SKY: Sure, pumpkin, what’s up?
VIOLA: Do you like girls?
SKY: Uh, yeah, I do… Viola, have I given you the wrong idea about…?
VIOLA hastily sits up again.
VIOLA: Oh, no, no, no! Not me, don’t worry, that’s not what I… Would you date me?
SKY: Like, hypothetically?
VIOLA: Oh, yeah!
SKY: Sure I would, you’re a sweetheart. You’re talented, you’re really pretty—
VIOLA: You think I’m pretty?
SKY: Of course I do. My ears may be fucked up, but my eyesight is perfect.
VIOLA giggles, blushing.
SKY: Do you really not know you’re stunning?
VIOLA: I’m nothing special…
SKY: Uh, have you looked in a mirror lately? Did you see yourself in your Invitationals dress?
VIOLA: Not really, it was a pretty busy night… Everyone else looked great, though!
SKY: Yeah, thanks to you.
VIOLA: I don’t know about that… So, wait, you’re not gay?
SKY: I don’t really label it. Little bit of everything.
VIOLA: Right… I’m biromantic, I think.
SKY: Thank you for telling me. Anyway, someone’s changing the subject.
VIOLA: [Sheepishly] Guilty.
SKY: That club owes you so much. You’re worth so much… Viola, you’re amazing. I want you to be able to see that without me having to tell you… But until then, I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear.
A beat.
VIOLA: Sky, would you date me?
SKY: Non-hypothetically?
VIOLA: Uh-huh.
SKY: Yeah, sweetie, I’ll date you.
Grinning, VIOLA gives him a tiny peck on the lips.
SKY: So, wait, biromantic?
VIOLA: Yeah… Asexual. Will that, uh… Be a problem?
SKY: No, no, angel, that’s fine! Please don’t worry, I just wanted to make sure.
VIOLA sighs, relieved, resting her forehead against his.
SKY: All I knew this morning when I woke
Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before
And all I've seen since 18 hours ago
Is blue eyes and that dress
And your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just want to know you, know you, know you
'Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name
Everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday
Is everything has changed.
VIOLA: And all my walls stood tall, painted blue
And I'll take 'em down, take 'em down
And open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies, the beautiful kind
Makin' up for lost time, takin' flight, making me feel like
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just want to know you, know you, know you
'Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name
Everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
And you'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday
Is everything has changed.
BOTH: Come back and tell me why
I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time
And meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind
I just wanna know you better
Know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you, know you, know you
All I know is we said hello
Your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name
And everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday
Is everything has changed
All I know is we said hello
So dust off your highest hopes
All I know is pouring rain
And everything has changed
All I know is a newfound grace
All my days, I'll know your face
All I know since yesterday
Is everything has changed.
They kiss properly, unaware of VALERIE watching through the door. She takes a long drink of punch.
VIOLA: Wow…
SKY: I know.
VIOLA: So, that’s what kissing another human feels like…
SKY: Yeah… Uh, what else have you kissed?
VIOLA: Nothing weird, just my arm!
SKY: Okay, good. Hey… You wanna come home and not have sex with me?
VIOLA: That sounds good…
SKY grins, lovingly, and they start walking away, hand in hand.
----Scene 7, back at the party, which is now much quieter. BETH’s clearing up, with a tiny bit of (not very effective) help from RICKY. QUENTIN’s lying on a desk, looking at a mysterious mark on his neck in his phone camera. TOBIAS has OPHELIA pinned into a corner as they kiss, both loving it more than one should in public.
BETH: Hey, where’d Ember and Blue go?
QUENTIN: Bathroom.
BETH: The same one…?
QUENTIN: I’ll give you three guesses why.
BETH: They’re still making out? Damn, teenagers are horny.
QUENTIN: You are teenagers, B.
BETH: …Your point being?
QUENTIN: Okay, fair enough. You need some help?
BETH: No, no, I got it.
OPHELIA: You really just don’t know how to accept help, do you?
BETH: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
OPHELIA: I think you do.
BETH: No, I— I have no idea.
She starts cleaning just a bit faster.
OPHELIA: You haven’t talked about it, at all.
BETH: You’re not making sense, you’re drunk.
OPHELIA: Oh, I’m drunk as hell, but I’ve still got sense. Are you ever gonna talk about the breakdown?
RICKY: Hey, easy…
OPHELIA: Shut up, Ricky, this is serious.
When it all goes bad
You're the shrink of the club
But you don't ever take your own advice
The world won't fall if you're not holding it up
Just take a minute, put your mind on ice.
RICKY begins to see the point.
RICKY: And you try and you try and you're trying
But the burden is heavy and overgrown
And god knows that we all get tired
It's a long night when you do it on your own, and I—
QUENTIN: I hate how you talk to yourself
It's not weak if you need to be held
So cut off a little slack
And roll all your cavalry back
My love, take care of yourself
Call your friends, send your ego away, no
Don't need to take it all so seriously
You don't get a medal for the last one awake, so
Rest your eyes and give your baggage to me.
TOBIAS: And you try and you try and you're trying
But the burden is heavy and overgrown
And god knows that we all get tired
It's a long night when you do it on your own, and I—
OPHELIA: I hate how you talk to yourself
It's not weak if you need to be held
So cut off a little slack
And roll all your cavalry back
My love, take care of yourself
And I hate how you're going through hell, yeah
When you'd never let anyone else
So cut off a little slack
And roll all your cavalry back
My love, take care of yourself
Yeah, my love, take care of yourself.
Cut to the quad. JUDE and MISTY are lying on a bench while he smokes.
JUDE: All these things we hide behind
Let's not do that, you and I
Take a breath and take your time
Hold my gaze and we'll be fine
'Cause god knows that we all get tired
It's a long night when you do it on your own, and I—
Cut back to the party.
RICKY: I hate how you talk to yourself
It's not weak if you need to be held
So cut off a little slack
And roll all your cavalry back
My love, take care of yourself
And I hate how you're going through hell, yeah
When you'd never let anyone else
So cut off a little slack
And roll all your cavalry back
My love, take care of yourself
Yeah, my love, take care of yourself
Yeah, my love, take care of yourself…
BETH smiles, kissing his cheek.
BETH: Let’s not do this tonight. We’ll talk when we’re all sober.
QUENTIN: Promise?
BETH: I promise. Write me a reminder, or something.
QUENTIN: I will. Come on, let’s go home.
Cut to outside, where LIAM and DAMIEN are kissing. They come up for air, and LIAM hastily pulls away.
LIAM: I… I have to find Aubri. I have to make sure she gets home okay.
DAMIEN nods, barely concealing his disappointment. That’s when the others slowly resurface from the building.
OPHELIA: Dami!
DAMIEN: Hey, girl! You’re wasted!
OPHELIA: You betcha. Tobias and I are going back to mine, you wanna come watch a movie? We won’t have sex until you’re asleep, promise.
DAMIEN: …Sure.
He waves goodbye to LIAM, which goes unnoticed, as AUBRI’s reached him.
AUBRI: Hey, baby. Where’d you get to?
LIAM: Just… Here. How are you getting home?
AUBRI: I’ll just walk.
LIAM: I’ll come with you.
He leads her away, without hesitation. Soon enough, only BETH and QUENTIN are left.
QUENTIN: Uh, listen, I’ve gotta head. Like, now. So, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?
BETH: Okay! What’s the rush?
QUENTIN: I’ll tell you when I see you. You gonna be okay?
BETH: Yeah, I’ll be fine! I don’t have too far to go.
QUENTIN hugs her tightly and takes his leave. As BETH starts walking, we see ALFIE exit the school, behind her.
ALFIE: Beth? Is that you? I thought you’d all gone.
BETH: Not yet! I was just leaving.
She trips, breaking into laughter as ALFIE reaches out to catch her, watching her closely.
ALFIE: You had a good time, then?
BETH: Uh-huh! Very good… Nice… Good… What was I saying?
ALFIE: I have no idea. You’re… Walking home, are you?
BETH: Yep!
ALFIE: Sure that’s a good idea?
BETH: Sure! Well, I don’t have any others.
ALFIE: Fair enough. Well, then…
BETH: See you tomorrow!
ALFIE: Yes, I suppose so.
He starts to walk to his car as BETH goes in the other direction. He glances behind him.
ALFIE: Wrong way.
BETH: Oh…
After opening his car door, ALFIE stops, sighing.
ALFIE: Beth?
BETH: Uh-huh?
ALFIE: I’m worried about you walking home at this hour, especially in… Your current condition, shall we say?
BETH: [Innocently] I don’t know what you’re talking about.
ALFIE: No… In any case, I really shouldn’t do this, but can I give you a lift home, or something?
BETH: Really?
ALFIE: Yes, really. Make up your mind before I change mine.
BETH: Will you get in trouble?
ALFIE: I’d rather that than have something awful happen to you because I didn’t.
BETH: Well, a ride home would be great, thank you.
ALFIE opens the car door for her.
BETH: Ooh, chivalrous.
ALFIE: I’m not sure you’d be able to open it if you tried, look at yourself.
BETH: Huh?
ALFIE: Beth, we both know you’re hammered.
BETH nods, conceding the point as she falls into the passenger seat.
ALFIE: Oh, and if you plan on being sick in my car, I’d appreciate some warning. Or I’ll have you suspended.
BETH: Noted.
As ALFIE starts the car, opera music comes on. BETH raises an eyebrow.
ALFIE: Forgot to take the CD out. What? I’m a Music teacher, I’m allowed to have pretentious tastes.
BETH: [Giggling] Yeah, but you need to have taste for that.
ALFIE: Cheeky sod. Besides, you have no right to talk about that, you like Cats. At least opera has plot.
BETH huffs, though there’s no true offense taken. Silence falls, as she’s too drunk to think of an argument.
ALFIE: Beth? Other than the obvious, you’re truly alright, aren’t you?
BETH: Jeez, why does everyone keep asking that? Why do YOU keep asking that? It’s, like, the third time today. [Grinning] I didn’t know you cared so much.
ALFIE: I’m concerned that you’re not truly facing up to everything that happened, or letting yourself recover. I think you’re just… Burying all your problems. Or have you elected to drown them instead?
BETH: I’m not!
ALFIE: If you carry on like that, it’ll just happen again, you know that, don’t you?
A beat.
BETH: I know.
ALFIE: I don’t want to watch you self-destruct.
BETH: Then stop watching.
ALFIE: Beth! You said yourself that this is exactly what I’m supposed to stop from happening. But I can’t do that if you don’t accept my help, can I?
BETH stares down at her lap, dejected. Once again, ALFIE sighs.
ALFIE: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that. But I don’t like hearing you be so flippant about this. God forbid anyone be three milliseconds late for a rehearsal, but risking your health? Oh, that’s absolutely fine.
BETH: You’re right, I’m sorry… I’m a little too drunk for this right now.
ALFIE: Of course. We can discuss it another time, don’t worry. It was stupid of me to bring it up now. Just…
BETH: Take care of myself. I know.
ALFIE: I hope you do.
BETH: I do.
ALFIE: I’m very glad to hear it… But I want you to promise me, Beth. I’ll write you a bloody contract to sign, if I have to.
BETH: I promise. No contract needed.
ALFIE: Hm… I’m printing it, just in case.
BETH laughs, leaning against the car window. She tenses, swallowing hard.
BETH: Okay, I regret that. Uh, advance warning—
ALFIE: Oh, God… I’m pulling over.
----Scene 8, outside BETH’s house. ALFIE opens the door for her again.
ALFIE: There we go, we’re here. Feel better?
BETH: A little.
ALFIE: Get yourself some water before you go to sleep, alright? Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.
BETH: Believe me, I will.
ALFIE: Good, good. Now, I suggest you put your acting skills to good use.
He knocks on the door. Before long, SHELBY answers.
SHELBY: Oh… Hello, again.
ALFIE: Good evening… Everything ran a bit later than expected, so I thought it best I give this one a lift home. I hope that’s alright.
SHELBY: It’s more than alright, I really appreciate it. Beth, did you thank him?
BETH: [Defensively] Uh-huh!
SHELBY: One more couldn’t hurt, Mr. Winstanley went out of his way to do this.
BETH: Thank you…
ALFIE: Oh, don’t mention it.
SHELBY: Beth, it’s late, why don’t you head upstairs?
BETH: Okie-dokie.
ALFIE: Goodnight, trouble. I’ll see you tomorrow.
BETH leaves, even managing to walk in a straight line, to ALFIE’s barely concealed relief.
SHELBY: Seriously, thank you for going to all this trouble.
ALFIE: It was no trouble at all, anyone would have done the same.
SHELBY: No, only someone with a wonderful heart and a healthy disregard for the rules.
ALFIE: I know it was a bit against the rules, but I didn’t see what else I could do, really. It felt like the right thing.
SHELBY: Well, don’t worry, no one’ll find out from me. I trust you.
ALFIE: I’m very flattered.
SHELBY: Be honest, how drunk is she?
ALFIE: I have no idea how much she’s had, but… She’s pretty far gone, isn’t she?
SHELBY: Clearly. Spiked punch?
ALFIE: Well, yes… But I suspect the club had a party of their own, behind the scenes.
SHELBY laughs.
SHELBY: Oh, to be young again. Do you miss it?
ALFIE: Er… Parts of it, yes. Is this your way of calling me old, Ms. Corcoran?
SHELBY: I told you, call me Shelby. And I wouldn’t dream of it!
ALFIE: I don’t see why not, I AM old.
SHELBY: I don’t believe a word. No one as good-looking as you could possibly be called old…
ALFIE gives a very genuine smile.
ALFIE: Oh… Thank you. But if you don’t mind me saying, I’m nothing compared to you.
SHELBY: You’re such a charmer…
ALFIE: It’s working, then?
SHELBY: Maybe…
ALFIE: Maybe?
SHELBY: Well, you’ll have to wait and see.
ALFIE: Then that’s exactly what I’ll do. Now, I suppose I’d best get home, I hate driving in the dark.
SHELBY: Well, uh…
ALFIE: Mm?
SHELBY: It won’t help the driving in the dark thing, but I was kind of wondering if you’d like to come in and have a drink?
ALFIE: I’m… Not sure that would be the best idea.
SHELBY: Neither am I, but I’d like it. Wouldn’t you?
Roll credits.
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