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App Store Smallblock Written by Ashley Lauren thank you for listening to Small Block. Please note that there is adult language throughout that is not suitable for young listeners. Furthermore, there are a few items that might be triggering for some readers these suicidal ideation Discussion Transphobic language Homophobic language Minor instances of fatphobic language all phobic language is used intentionally for thematic reasons. It is not used without thought or due to either naivete or bigotry. Thank you again for listening to Smallblock. Now onto the show.
Pete (P)
Oh hey, cool you're back. I'm glad I changed my mind about my dark thoughts. For the moment at least. But now Bex, my former best friend, is super pissed at me.
Bex
Well, yeah. Is that cause I'm a girl? What kind of question is that?
Pete (P)
Plus I totally let Kev, my current best friend, down during the battle of the sexes. It's not the way I envisioned things going.
Kevin (Kev)
Yeah, you think?
Pete (P)
At least we get to spend homecoming weekend at our friend and bandmates Dizzy's house. We're still fighting over whether or not to go to the dance though. Not that any of us have dates yet.
Dizzy
It'll be fun. We should go.
Kevin (Kev)
Definitely not going.
Pete (P)
I'd like to go. But anyway, we just met Ms. World and her sick DeLorean man. I hope he gets a ride in it. I could use a win, especially with my dad on me about girls in.
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St. John's Act 2 interior, Dizzy's room. Morning sun streams in. P awakens top bunk. Alone in the room, he listens. Nothing. He quietly slips the yearbook from under his pillow. A Kleenex sticks out a makeshift bookmark. He opens to Bex smiling with the butterfly. He gazes fondly. He glances at the DeLorean poster on the wall, then back to Bex. He trials different ways to ask her the big question.
Pete (P)
Do you want to go to the dance with me? Do you want to go to the dance with me? Do you want to go to the dance with me? Do you want to go to the dance with me?
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Through the wall toilet flush faucet. P quickly returns the Kleenex with Bex and shoves the yearbook under his pillow. Kev enters from the bathroom, an unopened but sweating Sprite in hand, backpack in the other.
Pete (P)
What about Coma at my funeral?
Kevin (Kev)
Wouldn't make sense. You're not killing yourself.
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Kev opens the Sprite, sips. P reaches Kev, passes him the can.
Kevin (Kev)
You'll probably like die surrounded by your hot wife and perfect kids.
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Pete takes a long drink, returns the can. He adjusts his purple beanie worn through the night.
Pete (P)
You know, the dance might not be so bad.
Kevin (Kev)
Please, I'm not gonna be the dateless loser in the corner with his other dateless loser friends while Bex laughs at me.
Pete (P)
She wouldn't laugh at you. I mean, I could, I don't know, like have her hang with us at the dance. She's super nice.
Kevin (Kev)
Yeah. You want her to hang with us now? Maybe next time you two can have a heart to heart and you can tell her how super nice I am.
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Kev chugs the Sprite. He throws the empty can at the trash. It misses. He sorts through his bag by his pillow. He rolls over, facing the ceiling. He softly sings Guns N Roses. Coma.
Pete (P)
Hey, you caught me in a coma.
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And I don't think I wanna ever.
Pete (P)
Come back to this.
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P looks at the closed door. No. Dizzy glances at the door again. Deep breath. Here goes.
Pete (P)
There's some shit that I want to.
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Tell the door pounds open.
Dizzy
Where's my dad's penthouse homo?
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Dizzy storms into the room, glaring at.
Dizzy
P. I know you took it from the stack in my parents bathroom.
Pete (P)
Your dad has a stack of Penthouses? Did you take it?
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Kev shakes his head.
Dizzy
All 57 issues need to be.
Pete (P)
There's 57 penthouses in the bathroom and you never told us?
Dizzy
Everything needs to be fucking perfect or my dad will be pissed.
Pete (P)
I told you I didn't take it.
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And?
Dizzy
And I'm telling you you're a liar.
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Dizzy grabs P's backpack. Kev props his pillow behind him.
Pete (P)
Don't touch my bag, dude.
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Dizzy dumps the contents onto the floor. Books cascade out, followed by clothes and a Ziploc with a T shirt. Inside. A blue Trapper folder falls out, papers scattering. P rushes to the floor collecting them.
Pete (P)
That's our fucking lyrics, man.
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Dizzy spots something under P's pillow. He tosses the pillow to the floor. He holds the yearbook. Confused.
Kevin (Kev)
P. Dude, are you racking off to the yearbook?
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Pete eyes the Kleenex bookmark sticking out at the top.
Dizzy
Where are you hiding it?
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P jumps up, grabs the yearbook. He lets it fall to his side, the Kleenex drifting to the floor.
Dizzy
Just put the shit back, okay? And whatever else you're hiding. My dad.
Pete (P)
Where is your dad anyway? I'm here like every weekend and haven't seen him in months.
Kevin (Kev)
Dude.
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Outside, Mrs. D pulls into the driveway.
Pete (P)
I've seen your mom working her ass off, though, while you bitch about how she won't make you bonded or ribs or a fucking sandwich.
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Dizzy's on the verge of tears.
Kevin (Kev)
So some shit should stay inside, bro.
Dizzy
It's got to be perfect when it comes back.
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P shakes his head and pushes past Dizzy into the hallway. INTERIOR HALLWAY LIVING room KITCHEN Continuous. P walks towards the kitchen. Mrs. D quietly closes the front door. Her eyes ringed dark.
Pete (P)
Morning.
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Mrs. D. They enter the kitchen. P gets water. Dizzy enters. Quiet.
Dizzy
How's Uncle Chris?
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Mrs. D. Turns to Dizzy. Tired. A faint smile. Okay for now.
Bex
You boys want omelettes?
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Anything you want. Inside, Dizzy glances at P first and shakes his head. Mrs. D hands him three Bontet. She winks conspiratorially.
Pete (P)
I can make more.
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Before he runs out, P offers Dizzy a cold Sprite. He takes it. They're okay. INTERIOR dizzy's BATHROOM Short time LATER P opens a ziplock in front of the mirror an impeccably folded band T shirt Inside Sepultura beneath the remains. He inspects every milliliter carefully leaning close, he spots a tiny crumb real quick, just in millimeter. Sorry.
Kevin (Kev)
Millimeter.
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I did that at the rehearsal too. He inspects every millimeter. Carefully leaning close, he spots a tiny crumb. He brushes until every trace is gone. EXTERIOR STREET Planet VHS SHORT time LATER the sun shines brightly on the perfect Sepultura shirt. Pea, Kev, and Dizzy walk toward the Planet VHS parking lot. They each hold different ice cream treats. KEV Flintstones Push Up Pop. DIZZY Firecracker. P Drumstick.
Dizzy
Come on, I want to get the Crow.
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He walks even faster. P grins at Kev and walks even slower. Kev slows in kind. They talk quietly.
Pete (P)
The Crow soundtrack is so badass.
Kevin (Kev)
Why'd you say Bex could hang with us?
Pete (P)
I just met at the dance if we went. You brought her up.
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Kev thinks about it.
Kevin (Kev)
We're cool, right, dude?
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Always.
Pete (P)
You're my brother. Yeah. I still like her. Just not the same way I used to.
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Kev nods, thinking. Dizzy notices how far behind they are the fuck, Kev.
Pete (P)
We just wanted to give you space.
Dizzy
And I want to give you my fat cock in your ass.
Pete (P)
Ever consider how tiresome it is hearing gay shit from you all the time?
Dizzy
Ever consider how I'd like you better if your mouth was full of dicks instead of words?
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Kev laughs. P smacks Kev's arm, but smiles. P flat tires Dizzy. Dizzy kneels to put his shoe back on.
Dizzy
Fucker.
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Finally at the store, P reaches for the door handle. Dizzy runs past him, flinging the door open. The door flies into P knocking his hand. The drumstick mashes onto his chest, leaving a huge vanilla smear spatula on his shirt. Fuck you.
Pete (P)
We gotta go back.
Dizzy
You wish. Looks like Kev's load blasted all over your chest.
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Kevin's Dizzy laugh. Seriously, please.
Pete (P)
Let's go back.
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Interior, Planet vhs. Moments later, Beck stands at the front of the Blockbuster style video store. P tries to hide his shirt, but nothing doing.
Bex
Welcome to Planet vhs. P. Looks like Kev dumped a load on your chest.
Pete (P)
Reach out if you need me.
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Vhs.
Bex
VHS stands for Very Hospitable Service.
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She walks off smiling. P's face burns. Dizzy leans over the tape return counter trying to see what just came in, but it's obscured. P follows behind Kev closely, trying to hide his shirt. The three boys sort through the rows of tapes on the counter.
Dizzy
Chick flick. Chick flick. Seen it? Ah, chick flick. It's not fucking in. Thanks for insisting we come here today instead of yesterday.
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Pull.
Kevin (Kev)
We can do Son in law again.
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Dizzy renews his efforts, pulls a tape.
Pete (P)
Nakedgun33 and a third.
Dizzy
Anything but Son in law.
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Tapes clunk into the return bin. Dizzy searches for help. He signals to a manager. She talks into her headset. Bex arrives moments later. P stands behind Kev.
Bex
Need help sounding out the titles?
Dizzy
Are any of those?
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The crowd P leans to Kev quietly.
Pete (P)
Gotten quarters?
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Interior, Planet VHS back room. Short time later, a small arcade setup with a few game cabinets. P alone plays Super Street Fighter 2 Turbo. He's Cammy, a blonde female military fighter. He fights Guile, a blonde male military fighter. Cammy and Guile battle back and forth, the two blond fighters looking like mirrors as they trade blows. They connect simultaneously with each other. They collapse. Double ko. A quarter is placed by the bottom of the screen. Next, P turns. Bex is right there. Shit.
Bex
Hey now. Till yesterday I thought we were still friends.
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She inspects P's chin.
Bex
Mmm. You shouldn't shave your one hair. You look like a girl without it.
Pete (P)
Listen, I'm Bex.
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Pushes in the quarter.
Bex
I'll be gentle since your bodyguard and his gunzilla outside.
Pete (P)
That's funny. Sam Spade calls a guy a gunzel in Maltese Falcon. Sorry. This is like a tongue twister. Okay, that's funny. Sam Spade calls a guy a gunzel and Maltese Falcon.
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Bex stares dead eyed, answers deadpan.
Bex
Oh my golly. Do you know where I could possibly rent such a film?
Pete (P)
Listen, I'm an idiot.
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Bex hits start. Short time later. P and Bex eye the screen intensely. Cammy P flips Blanca. Bex, a green manimal, grabs and bites her KO Bex wins. Two zip.
Bex
Almost one around though.
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She checks her watch.
Bex
Seven minutes left. Three or five.
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P glances toward the door. No sign of Kev. Deep breath.
Pete (P)
This is kind of embarrassing, but is.
Bex
It about the shirt bit? Fucked up you'd show with my favorite album looking more like Beneath the Semen, but I'll forgive you for that.
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P looks at his beneath the Remain shirt with the huge ice cream splotch. He turns to the door. Still no sign of Kev.
Pete (P)
It's not the shirt I wanted to ask. Listen, that wasn't me yesterday. I mean it was obviously me, but not like the real me. The real me wouldn't do that.
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Oh yeah? Cause it looked like you the fuck, dude. Kev shoots P a loaded look from the doorway.
Bex
Eight whole minutes without P. Postpartum much?
Kevin (Kev)
Maybe I wanted to see you.
Bex
Flowers over there, please. I'm busy kicking P's ass. At least I think it's P. There's a debate.
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P avoids both their eyes. He stares into his reflection in the game screen.
Pete (P)
It's not what you think, dude. We just won a few rounds with everything yesterday, you know. I didn't want her to feel bad.
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Bex snatches her remaining quarter as she leaves.
Pete (P)
Bex wait.
Bex
Guess this one isn't the real you either, right?
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She's gone. P stares at the door.
Kevin (Kev)
Not like you used to, huh?
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Interior Planet vhs. Moments later P and Kev, mid chat, find Dizzy at the wall of the crow boxes.
Pete (P)
She called next.
Kevin (Kev)
She can call whatever the fuck she wants. You don't have to play.
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Kev walks a couple aisles over. P calls after him.
Pete (P)
Who doesn't continue playing when someone calls next.
Dizzy
47 fucking and not a single goddamn actual tape in. I knew we should have come yesterday.
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Kev rapturously brings the box for son in law.
Kevin (Kev)
May I suggest son in law, Jen? It's featuring the lady of my dreams, Ms. Carla Gugino.
Dizzy
I'd rather shoot myself in the Butthole.
Kevin (Kev)
You like it?
Dizzy
I used to like it.
Pete (P)
Oh God.
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A distressed video clerk runs past the boys tearing toward the bathroom. Dizzy turns to P, who peers over the aisles, looking for Bex.
Dizzy
Isn't there anything else you want? Something more filmy or whatever?
Pete (P)
You know what I heard is pretty good. The Crying Game, bro.
Dizzy
Either of y' all seen it?
Pete (P)
No.
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P Spots Bex talking to a tall, thin woman with a VCR case. The woman's short skirt shows her midriff yellow flower in her hair.
Dizzy
So this I'm sorry, short shirt shows her midriff?
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Yeah, I was wondering how her short skirt showed. Yeah. As I was saying it, I'm like, how does that work? I was like, okay. P Spots Bex talking to a tall, thin woman with a VCR case. The woman's short shirt shows her midriff yellow flower in her hair.
Dizzy
So this Ira girl's gonna fuck this girl, right?
Kevin (Kev)
Ira guy. But great energy.
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That's such a director thing to do.
Dizzy
You fucked it up. But that was so good. So this Ira guy is gonna fuck this girl, right?
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Beck smiles broadly, almost beaming. She points at a shelf. The woman turns, revealing her face.
Pete (P)
Ms. World.
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Ms. World's surprise turns. She waves. The boys approach.
Bex
$14.50 for the weekend. Returns for the VCRs are inside the store. I'm here Sunday if you wanted to.
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Hand it directly to me.
Bex
Anything else I may help you with?
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No, thank you, Bex.
Pete (P)
Reach out if you need me.
Bex
VHS stands for Very Hospitable Service.
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Bex smiles wistfully, reluctantly leaves. P's eyes follow. Dizzy tries to locate the DeLorean out the store window.
Pete (P)
So lucky that we came today. Thought anymore about a ride? Our parents will be at the homecoming game later. We're playing St. John's you can meet them. They'll tell you no big deal. And we can go for a ride there.
Kevin (Kev)
God, I'd love to see everyone from school look at me. Ride around with a hot chick blasting Pantera.
Pete (P)
My pairs will buy you a free Miss World smiles.
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Can't tonight. Dizzy turns back to the shelves. It was fun talking music and you all seem nice. But a ride's a bad idea.
Dizzy
I'm an adult. It's weird.
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P's face falls.
Dizzy
Here it is.
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Dizzy holds up the box. To the Crying Game.
Dizzy
So like I said, this Ira guy is going to fuck this girl, right? It's like any normal, boring sex scene, tits or whatever. But then the camera keeps going down and she has a fucking dick.
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P and Kev both stop. What they're doing.
Kevin (Kev)
They show it.
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Dizzy nods. Miss World listens intently.
Dizzy
She Hot dick should be on Dudes Plus. It should have been huge if you want to shock people.
Pete (P)
What does the guy do?
Dizzy
Hits her and pukes, obviously.
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Ms. World's eyes circle the group. Kev bursts out laughing.
Kevin (Kev)
Sorry. Can we go again? Please?
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Kev bursts out laughing.
Pete (P)
Acementure is so smart.
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Ms. World steps in, taking the tape from Dizzy. Tomorrow morning. Same house?
Pete (P)
Yes.
Dizzy
Deal.
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For real?
Dizzy
Promise. 11:00am I want to talk to your parents first, though.
Kevin (Kev)
Sweet. I'll wear my Metallica shirt.
Dizzy
No.
Kevin (Kev)
My Primus shirt again. No. Maybe my Nine Inch Nail shirt.
Pete (P)
You brought four shirts but only one pair of underwear?
Kevin (Kev)
Five shirts.
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Miss World puts the Crying Game back on the shelf.
Dizzy
Read something else.
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Dizzy points to the tape in her hand.
Pete (P)
That the crow.
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She displays her tape. Peggy sue got Married tomorrow at 11. She leaves.
Dizzy
Holy shit.
Kevin (Kev)
Holy shit.
Dizzy
I'm going to ride into DeLorean tomorrow.
Pete (P)
I can't even imagine what it'll be like to actually be inside it.
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Kev waits till she's at the register, then quietly picks up the Crying Game. He looks at Pee and Dizzy shrugs. Pea gazes at Bex's cheerful smile as she rings up Ms. World. Interior, planet VHS checkout. Moments later, Dizzy checks the tape return one last time. Bex works one of two registers. P and Kev wait for the other. Only one customer ahead, but their video clerk, the same one who ran by earlier, shifts back and forth uncomfortably. P picks up a Cadbury Creme egg from the discount bin.
Kevin (Kev)
Ugh. Those don't deserve to exist.
Pete (P)
I like the center.
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Dizzy returns. The customer leaves. Their clerk turns to Bex. Oh God, this new medication.
Pete (P)
I. I can't hold it.
Bex
Cover me.
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The boys look to Bex's register. She smiles sweetly at them. Moments later, tapes slide across the counter. P adds the creme egg. Shit tastes like butt.
Dizzy
You eat butt?
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Bex laughs loudly, then stops abruptly, deflating Dizzy. Pete swaps the egg out for a purple grape Tootsie Pop. Bex holds up the Crying Game. Pete looks at Bex. He adjusts his purple beanie.
Pete (P)
Yeah, let's put it back.
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Beck slides it under the counter.
Dizzy
God damn it. I want to rent two movies.
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Kev slides Son in Law across the counter. He and P silently watch Dizzy stare at it.
Dizzy
Fine. I get to ride in a DeLorean. I'll give you Son in Law.
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P nudges Kevin. Congratulations.
Bex
Touching. A true sacrifice.
Pete (P)
That'll be $8.80.
Bex
Oh, wait. You guys wanted the crow, right?
Pete (P)
Guess what?
Bex
My mom just returned.
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Dizzy raises his hands to the Lord. P gives Bex a sincere thank you smile, the kind with a sheepish apology. Occluded, Bex smiles warmly. She slides the tape across the counter. Yentle. Tense crowd noise builds, getting louder. P drops his head. EXTERIOR Homecoming game Nearby FIELD EVENING pe's head raises. Nearby crowd noise floats on the wind. Pete charges down the field, weaving past St. John's 8th grade defenders. All the players are in street clothes. A playground game. The football floats through the dark night sky, arcing downward straight into the hands of the receiver. On the homecoming game main field simultaneously, the varsity Pond Hill receiver catches the ball, tears toward the end zone. Bright stadium lights bathe everything in fluorescent drama. Go Pond hill and Beat St. John signs on one side. He walks with us. St. John's is King and Pond Hill each shit signs fill the opposing stands. The receiver cuts sharply, dodges a tackle, dives. Touchdown. The Pond Hill crowd erupts.
Dizzy
Yes.
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Cheerleaders scream wildly. EXTERIOR Homecoming game nearby field simultaneous 8th grade girls talk about anything else as they kinda watch P and the team play on a small field away from the stands. Spill from the real game's lights illuminate the play. Cheers waft across the night air. P turns, looks for the ball. The girls couldn't care less when a defender tags Brittany, the qb, the boy who threw the football to P in the hallway. Kev is wrapped on the sidelines.
Kevin (Kev)
Come on, Brit. P. Let it out, baby.
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P's team huddles. P scans the sidelines. No, Becks.
Kevin (Kev)
Fourth and five.
Dizzy
Last shot.
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Dizzy's chest heaves. He spits. P adjusts his purple beanie, tugs his shirt taut. Sorry.
Pete (P)
I used to cough that whole time. God. Safeties are playing close and center. I can't speak.
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Sorry. Have some water. I'll have some too.
Pete (P)
Safeties are playing close and center. I'll be free if I go left.
Kevin (Kev)
Sounds good, beef guys. Those St. John's faggots are gonna blitz. Tiff. I need that juice. Dan's fake and going middle.
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Plug the left.
Dizzy
Dizzy.
Kevin (Kev)
Stop. Jack.
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Tiffany thicketh lit a girl at Britt's locker before nods.
Bex
I'll have that fat fuck nursing my dick when we're done.
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Moments later they line up. P crouches. Ready.
Kevin (Kev)
Blue Ford 2. Blue Ford 2.
Bex
Hut.
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P sprints. Dizzy mirrors and blocks Jack at the line of scrimmage. Britt drops back in the pocket. Tiffany plants her feet and wraps her arm around Dan. She hurls him to the ground. Dizzy slips, collapsing into the dirt. Jack's Free. He runs through the gap, Dizzy left open. Brit sees Jack getting closer. His arm goes back to throw. Dizzy scrambles on the ground, lunges. His craning fingers grasp Jack's ankle. Jack tumbles, grits free. P buttonhooks. The ball sails through the air. It's wide left. P leaps, extending his arms. Got it. Fuck yeah, P. P runs safety. Scramble from the middle. They're too far. Touchdown. P's cheer.
Dizzy
Foul interference. That was clean, Jack.
Kevin (Kev)
You lost.
Pete's Dad
No way.
Dizzy
He's.
Kevin (Kev)
He's dirty.
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We win.
Bex
You St. John's fucks think you're owed everything.
Kevin (Kev)
Guess what?
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We're due.
Dizzy
You got caught. Get over it. You and your bitch.
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He nods at Dan.
Dizzy
You want to go, bitch?
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Kev charges onto the field.
Kevin (Kev)
Yeah, let's go, motherfucker. I'll skull fuck you so hard archaeologists will think they'd discovered a new fuck. One more time, please. No, no. That was perfect the way it was.
Pete's Dad
Yeah, one more time.
Pete (P)
It'd be great.
Dizzy
You want to go, bitch?
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Kev charges onto the field.
Kevin (Kev)
Yeah, let's go, motherfucker. I'll skull fuck you so hard, archaeologists will think they've discovered a new species.
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St. John's team laughs.
Dizzy
Archaeologists, man. Your school's stupid beating your ass, though.
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Kev points to the giant scoreboard above the real field. Pond Hills ahead. 17 7. P runs over one of the St. John's players. Trips him. P tumbles. He stands, fixing his purple beanie.
Dizzy
Damn, boy, don't I know you from the buffet? I've seen less jiggle on jello. Guess there is always room.
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The St. John's team laughs. P looks down. His soft belly's partially exposed. His shirt rode up in the fall. He quickly yanks his shirt taut. Jack, dan and the St. John's team leave cheering. P joins Kevin. Dizzy. Dizzy high fives Kev.
Dizzy
Thanks for having my back.
Kevin (Kev)
They ain't taking my boy's TD away.
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Kev looks to P beaming.
Pete (P)
That stave was sick. No way Britt gets that pass off without you.
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P extends his fist to Divi. P extends his fist to Dizzy. P extends his fist to Dizzy but before Dizzy can bump it.
Kevin (Kev)
But that catch, though. Could you see P from the ground? It was awesome, man.
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Dizzy dusts the grass and dirt from his clothes. P and Kev watch as he walks away past the edge of the light, throwing middle fingers to St. John's exterior. Homecoming game NEARBY FIELD Moments later Kevin P. Walk.
Pete (P)
Dizzy earned us that win. That kid's all heart.
Kevin (Kev)
He wouldn't have had to save it if he hadn't fallen in the first place. And Brit, our classmate, think that dude's hot shit, but it's garbage. Motherfuckers never thrown an on target pass ever. The team owes you the victory. You. You deserve that shit. Fuck those St. John's butt puppets.
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P I S Kevin. Kev kicks a small rock deep into the night.
Kevin (Kev)
Palm Hill for life, bitches.
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Kev tilts to see the stadium lights. P studies him.
Kevin (Kev)
Next year we'll settle in the real game. You want to play?
Pete (P)
Maybe.
Kevin (Kev)
Maybe you'd be a starting receiver as a freshman. Who knows how many touchdowns you'd score. Everyone would revere you.
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P's silent. He steals a glance at Kev.
Kevin (Kev)
What's your deal? Seriously.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Deep breath.
Pete (P)
My parents are making me apply to schools for next year.
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Kev slowly stops.
Pete (P)
And if I get in anywhere, I'll be gone.
Kevin (Kev)
You want to go?
Pete (P)
You kidding me? Not unless you go.
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They eyed the St. John's 8th graders laughing. Ugh.
Pete (P)
God, my dad would cream if I got into St. John's over my dead body.
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Though.
Pete (P)
I told the St. John's interviewers that I don't fit in in an all boys joint and that religion has no place in and then I quoted Jesus Saves Slayer.
Kevin (Kev)
You quoted those religious fucks Slayer?
Pete (P)
I tanked the interviews at every school.
Kevin (Kev)
Dude, you're such a bro. Dude.
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The whistle blows. Halftime.
Pete (P)
Shit.
Kevin (Kev)
I told my dad I'd find him before halftime.
Pete (P)
Want me to come with?
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Kev's silent.
Pete (P)
I don't get it. When I see him, he's super nice to me. And then he yells, cause you're on the phone with me and all the other shit you tell me, he says. What would have to change for that asshole to like me?
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Kev laughs bitterly. He walks away singing Metallica's Disposable Heroes.
Kevin (Kev)
You will do what I say when I say.
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Back to the front exterior. Homecoming game stands short time later, P locates his parents in the stands. Dad nods at the field.
Pete's Dad
Could be you next year. Girls love football players. Hopefully you'll be on the other side, though.
Pete (P)
I just scored a touchdown with the guys. But St. John's jerks pulled BS and said it didn't count.
Pete's Dad
Don't hide behind excuses. Leave an opening and your opponents will find a way to crawl out. Seal the deal. Girls love football players. I wanted to play football. Sweat. Passion. The guys.
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Girls love rock stars too.
Pete's Dad
If they play real music.
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P looks down. He sees Bex head toward the concessions.
Pete (P)
Need drinks? Corn dogs.
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Terry P's mom pulls out a crisp $20 bill. She shuffles through other 20s until she finds the most wrinkled one. She hands it to P, saving the crisp one. P nods to dad.
Pete's Dad
Frito pie. Make sure they slather the chili and cheese. I don't want to be able to see underneath. And a soda bucket. They got big red.
Pete (P)
Really?
Pete's Dad
The hell's wrong with big red?
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Pete turns to Mom.
Bex
Coors, please.
Pete (P)
How about a cream soda?
Bex
Harris, go with him for the beer.
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Bex is halfway to the concessions alone.
Pete (P)
I want to make it easy on you both.
Pete's Dad
Wouldn't you prefer a cream soda?
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Mom opens her wallet.
Bex
I'll put this 20 away.
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Moments later, P and dad head toward the concession stand.
Pete's Dad
Christine's wedding is Sunday. If you need to get clothes or anything tomorrow for the dance.
Pete (P)
If I get a date, I'll let you know.
Narrator/Announcer
Chad.
Pete's Dad
You know his uncle grown up. He couldn't find anyone to take to dances at your age. Not in high school either. Could have had anyone too. Running back. Good looking, that guy. Wasn't till much later he found people he jibed with like him. Get what I mean?
Pete (P)
I'm a loser and I won't find anyone till I'm older.
Pete's Dad
No. What this guy was dad looks around.
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Then leans in close.
Pete's Dad
He's.
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He likes I like girls. Dad. Of course.
Pete's Dad
Of course. I was just checking in. Not that there would be anything wrong with. You didn't like girls? It's the 90s. You can be anything these days.
Kevin (Kev)
I don't mean to stop you.
Pete's Dad
Yeah.
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When you lean in, can you give.
Pete's Dad
Me more of a quiet voice? Yeah.
Narrator/Stage Directions
He's. He's lame.
Pete's Dad
So start for the top 55 don't.
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Wake the baby voice.
Kevin (Kev)
And just stay too on the of course, of course. Like on of course, of course. I was just checking in. It's like thank you God. Thank you God. Thank you God. Thank you God. Gotcha all inside.
Pete (P)
Gotcha.
Pete's Dad
Gotcha. He's he likes.
Pete (P)
I like girls.
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Dad.
Pete's Dad
Of course, of course. I was just checking in. Not that there would be anything wrong if you didn't like girls. It's the 90s. You can be anything these days.
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Up ahead, Pete can just make out the back of Bex's head.
Pete's Dad
I guess it's not so bad going stag. Plenty of unbridled fillies around.
Pete (P)
Jesus Christ.
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Fillies?
Pete's Dad
Yeah, fillies. What do you call them?
Narrator/Announcer
Chicks.
Pete's Dad
What about her?
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Dad points out a thin girl.
Pete (P)
High school freshman, junior.
Narrator/Announcer
Her.
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He points out a more age appropriate but even thinner girl.
Pete (P)
Not for me. She thinks metal sucks.
Pete's Dad
That music's holding you back.
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Her? Dad points out. The thinnest girl yet.
Pete (P)
A cheerleader that's literally the varsity cheerleading captain.
Pete's Dad
Really? That's short. Taken.
Pete (P)
Preston Jacobs.
Pete's Dad
Makes sense. QBs always get the girls muscular, but not too muscular. Handsome. Must be a DNA thing. You ever see an ugly quarterback? And they're never fat. Another benefit of playing.
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P tugs the corners of his shirt taut. Bex is just ahead. P. P wheels. Mr. Welch approaches with a large covered box.
Dizzy
Tough break yesterday.
Narrator/Stage Directions
I shouldn't have spoken so openly in front of the class. Seen Bex around. It's okay.
Pete (P)
And no.
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Well, I doubt she's hiding.
Dizzy
Okay.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Gotta finish setting up the halftime surprise. He motions to the box he carries.
Narrator/Announcer
Hope you enjoy, Mr. Richards.
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Welch nods and smiles at dad, then leaves.
Pete's Dad
Dr. Richards. You uncouth fuck. I'd bet money that St. John's makes sure their teachers know the station of their students. Parents. Who's Bex?
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Bex? Bex.
Pete (P)
Dad. You know who she is.
Pete's Dad
So what's the deal?
Pete (P)
Nothing. I just gotta apologize.
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Dad sighs.
Pete's Dad
You gotta be courteous to women. Be a mensch, right?
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Dad points out different thin girls.
Pete's Dad
Any one of these could be yours. You just gotta act right.
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Dad spots a larger girl from behind, buying cotton candy. He doesn't recognize her. He chuckles and points with his thumb.
Pete's Dad
Some are easier to get than others.
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P follows Dad's thumb to see Bex buying cotton candy. He quickly averts his gaze, focusing on a large locust shell on the ground. He scratches his whisker.
Pete's Dad
Almost forgot.
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Bex is gone. P looks around. She's nowhere.
Pete's Dad
Happy belated birthday. Mom insisted on the ridiculous ribbon.
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Dad hands P something. P looks upward at him. Exterior, Homecoming game. Short time later, P's face turns, scanning for Bex. He walks past the concessions, past the restrooms, past everywhere she's vanished. Sighing, P turns around. Bex is right behind him.
Pete (P)
Jesus christ.
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P jerks Dr. Pepper sloshing out of his cup and onto his hand. Bex smiles.
Bex
I've been shadowing you for five minutes. Worth it.
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She peers around him as he regains his wits.
Bex
No, Kev.
Pete (P)
He's with his dad.
Bex
My condolences to both of them.
Pete (P)
You'd like him if you got to know him.
Bex
Yes, I've always thought that.
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P laughs.
Pete (P)
Can I have some of your cotton candy?
Bex
Can I have some of your Dr. Pepper?
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They swap. She makes a face.
Bex
Is this diet?
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P nods. Bex shrugs it off. Drinks again.
Bex
So I've been tailing your ass. Who we looking for?
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You. Bex turns the cup vertical and drains the soda. She holds it above her mouth so that P can watch the last drops fall in.
Bex
Now I'm sad we're alone. You've been doing such a great job humiliating yourself in front of people.
Pete (P)
That's nothing new.
Bex
Mom still talks about Wetroplex.
Pete (P)
Just your mom.
Bex
Oh, I do, too. And my dad and my sisters. Some cousins.
Pete (P)
Haven't been to a water park since.
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P smiles. He looks at the bright stadium lights in the distance. His face shifts. What?
Pete (P)
Just wondering if I'll ever have lights like that shining on me.
Bex
Aren't you planning to play next year?
Pete (P)
I mean, the band know italica played to 1.6 million people in Russia. Pantera played earlier in the day and their crowd was over 500,000.
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They're from here.
Pete (P)
And they played to over half a million fans going batshit for their music.
Bex
What was that song you wrote me in fifth grade?
Pete (P)
Sunshine Heart.
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Bex smiles.
Bex
I just wanted to see if you still remembered.
Pete (P)
Thought I'd forget.
Bex
It's not fifth grade anymore.
Pete (P)
You know what I remember most about Wetroplex?
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Bex looks at him like he's a dumbass.
Bex
Shitting your swimsuit on the lazy river and then duck walking with an inner tube stuck in your ass so your suit wouldn't fall off.
Pete (P)
No one else would have laughed with me. I mean, no one else would have made me laugh.
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Their eyes meet, connected. They look deep into each other. The moment suddenly intimate, close and raw.
Pete (P)
I missed you.
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Pushes his purple beanie up. He puts a knee on the ground, raises the cotton candy like a proposal.
Pete (P)
Will you go to the dance with me?
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Bex is shocked.
Pete (P)
You can't use my cotton candy.
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P stands, returns the cotton candy. Boom. A lone firework explodes, painting the sky.
Dizzy
Whoa.
Pete (P)
Mr. Welch's surprise.
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Boom. Boom. More fireworks. The glow paints their faces. Ps eyes, naked and deep, connect with Bex's.
Pete (P)
I think you feel sometimes you're the only one who knows how special you are.
Bex
Not when we were friends.
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Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Bex
Okay, the dance.
Pete (P)
Okay.
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Boom.
Bex
Boom.
Pete's Dad
Boom.
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Boom. The finale of the fireworks. They burst in aggressive beauty. P, overjoyed, screams excitedly into the air. P. P turns. Kev is clearly worse for wear after his dad. He might have been crying.
Kevin (Kev)
Thank God. I thought I was gonna find you with fucking Bex again.
Bex
Fucking Bex, huh?
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Bex steps from behind P. Kev's face drains. He looks like. Like he's been punched. He hurries away.
Bex
I take it you didn't mention this.
Pete (P)
Yeah. Seven tomorrow.
Bex
If that shit's squared by.
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Then moments later, boom. The last few fireworks ignite as Kev stomps ahead.
Pete (P)
It's not what you think. Hey, it's not what you think.
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Kev strides forward without turning.
Kevin (Kev)
Yeah, well, every time I turn my back for a fucking second, you run to her.
Pete (P)
You're my best friend, man. Swear.
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Kev stops, closes his eyes. P catches up.
Kevin (Kev)
Just tell me, man. The truth. Tell me.
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P nervously stammers. What?
Pete (P)
We're just friends?
Kevin (Kev)
Do you even like me anymore?
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P breathes again, relieved. Of course. Kev laughs bitterly, stomps forward.
Kevin (Kev)
Can't even be honest with me.
Pete (P)
Did your dad fuck you up?
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Kev wheels on him, eyes ringed red.
Kevin (Kev)
I love her, dude. I love her, okay?
Pete (P)
I told you. When we're 18, I'll find a way for you to meet Carlos, man.
Kevin (Kev)
Bex.
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Kev storms toward their classmates ahead. P dazed follows Bex.
Kevin (Kev)
You think I'm stupid? Just friends my ass. Fucking palling it up with her like old times. You're gonna be best friends forever and I'm not gonna have either of you. Well, joke's on her cause you're chasing me.
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And she.
Kevin (Kev)
She's alone.
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They reach their classmates, passing around a soda bucket, a 96 ounce cup with a handle and lid. James offers P the bucket beer.
Kevin (Kev)
P. I'll have some.
Dizzy
You fucked us, bro.
Kevin (Kev)
Just give me the fucking beer.
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P nods at James. James gives Kev the bucket.
Dizzy
Going to the dance tomorrow, P Taking two breakfast, Becks.
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P's head snaps towards Zach. The whole group of boys erupts in laughter. Kev stares at the can you imagine.
Dizzy
P going with Double Quarter pounder with cheese McDonald? Every dance would be a slow dance. Maybe it's true you guys were best friends forever.
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Pulls down as Purple Beanie tries to.
Pete (P)
Play it cool as if caught you.
Kevin (Kev)
Alone with her twice today.
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P eyes Kev hurt. A moment of guilt, then Kev steels himself. James hands Kev the cup of beer. Classmates laugh and holler. Kev tilts his head back, drinks. Moonlight and floodlights paint Pea's face different hues. Interior Dizzy's room Later that night blue, red, white, yellow light flickers on P's face. BareKnuckle3 the import version of Streets of Rage 3 a video game on the TV the Boss, a ridiculous gay stereotype named Ash, enters the fight. P's purple beanie framed face focuses intently on Ash's. Ash is heavily muscled. Black goatee, purple cop hat, black legless leotard, green stockings that end mid thigh and women's knee high heeled boots. A large gold women's symbol medallion hangs from Ash's neck. P plays as Blaze, fielding badass female cop in all red miniskirt, boots, crop top.
Kevin (Kev)
You slip. That's all I'm saying.
Dizzy
I'm sure you could see everything I did wrong from the sidelines.
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He tries to ignore them. On screen he expertly counters Ash's prancing kicks. Ash laughs effeminately.
Kevin (Kev)
My stomach hurts.
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Kev walks past Dizzy. He covertly rummages in his pillowcase, removes something. He exits.
Pete (P)
You're right. The input version of this game is the shit.
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Dizzy lowers his car magazine and watches the screen.
Dizzy
I kick this faggot's ass like every day.
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Blaze wins. Ash lies on the ground, then sits up, sobbing. Outside, a car starts and drives off. P pauses the game, freezing Ash on the ground, mid cry.
Pete (P)
Your mom's leaving this late?
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Dizzy stares at the window even after the curtain goes dark.
Dizzy
My dad would have gotten a kick out of him. He hates homos.
Pete (P)
You can fight him now if you want.
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P stands, puts the purple grape Tootsie Pop in his mouth. Dizzy raises the magazine.
Dizzy
Maybe later. If the mood hits. Give me a Coke too. Not Coke.
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INTERIOR HALLWAY Moments later P closes Dizzy's door. The bathroom door opens. Kev pulls him inside. INTERIOR BATHROOM continuous. P. Surprised it doesn't smell bad?
Pete (P)
Thought your stomach was fucked up.
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Kev hands P A Penthouse Magazine, August 1994. A black and white photo of a beautiful dark haired woman on the COVID.
Pete (P)
You did take it.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Kev, angry, takes a breath to calm himself.
Kevin (Kev)
This is a peace offering. I was gonna show it to you anyway, but I'm showing you now.
Narrator/Stage Directions
So listen.
Kevin (Kev)
You wanna look at this?
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P shakes his head. Kev takes the magazine. Kev listens at the door. No, Dizzy. He removes a box of Q tips and a large bottle of hand soap from under the sink.
Kevin (Kev)
Hold this.
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He hands P a white first aid kit with a big red cross. He pushes the magazine deep in the cabinet, replaces the other items and shuts the door.
Kevin (Kev)
Coming back.
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P shakes his head.
Pete (P)
Grab Dizzy a drink.
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Kev leaves. P assesses his purple beanied reflection in the mirror, pulls his shirt taut. He twists his arm, looking for definition. He examines his lone whisker. It's starting to sprout. Minutes later P's eyes peer out from behind the Penthouse first aid kit and other items on the counter. He idly rubs his lone chin hair and examines the magazine. Flips through, stops at a pictorial with a man and a woman. P examines the images almost scientifically Almost confused. Quickly flipping through, he suddenly stops, captivated by two women kissing Debbie and Drahixa. His face changes. He crunches through the last bit of purple shell on the grape Tootsie Pop. Finally reaching the center. He gazes at the two women kissing his face soft. His eyes intense, searching, no lust. He shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. He turns the page delicately. Attention wrapped, his world existing only within the two women's glossy paged fantasy. Interior, Dizzy's room. Short while later, P returns to find Dizzy and Kev wrestling on the floor. Kev locks in a sleeper hold on Dizzy. Dizzy's face reddens as he struggles. Finally, he taps Kev.
Dizzy
Mate. Mate. Oh, fuck.
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Kev releases. He opens a sweating Sprite. Drinks start.
Kevin (Kev)
Son in law bitch.
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Dizzy reluctantly opens the Coke that Kev brought him.
Kevin (Kev)
No wrestling for it was your suggestion. You're gonna welch now?
Dizzy
I don't want to see that stupid movie again. Back to the Future fucking please. In less than 10 hours, I get to ride in a DeLorean. Of all the cool cars in the world, I'd pick the DeLorean to ride in first. And for once, I'm gonna get what I want. And I wanna be hyped as fuck.
Kevin (Kev)
Bro, no one cares about that busted ass car outside of you and pee. It looks like an industrial fridge with a windshield. It sucks, bro. I won. I wanna watch. Son in law. I don't get to marry Carla in 10 hours. You know how much I care about her. Let me have this. She's the girl of my dreams. The person I'd do anything to spend my life with. No one else comes close. She'll be an amazing mother, you know.
Pete's Dad
When we get married.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Wake up.
Dizzy
She's famous. She's a fucking movie star. And you're nobody. You never will be. Damn it. Get over it. Fuck you. I'm so fucking sick and tired of hearing you complain all the time like a bitch. I slipped at the game. I slipped, bitch. At least I wasn't playing cheerleader on the sidelines. Fuck you and fuck Carla. You can't always get what you want.
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Dizzy crashes out of the room with the door slamming behind him.
Kevin (Kev)
Fuck.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Dude, what the f. The door flies open.
Dizzy
Why the fuck am I leaving? This is my fucking room. Y' all motherfuckers leave. Get the fuck out now.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Dizzy storms over, kicking the ground under their legs.
Dizzy
Get the fuck out.
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Dizzy turns the TV back to Bareknuckle 3. The game still paused, the effeminate ash frozen mid sob. Dizzy snatches the controller as P and Kev shuffle out, he kicks the door shut. Interior dizzies garage. Moments later P and Kev enter the air's heavy. P sits with his guitar. He idly plays it as is no amp.
Pete (P)
Dizzy should focus on his love life, not yours.
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Kev slowly slides down the wall until he reaches the floor.
Kevin (Kev)
Play something.
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P flips the amp on Clean Channel Neck pickup. He plays a melancholic, somewhat bluesy lick. Kev closes his eyes. Guitar fills the room with a shared pain. Kev flips off the ceiling light, toggles the string lights lining the room. The warm glow offers barely more light than candles or a Christmas tree. Kev picks up his bass, turns on his amp. He plucks a single rumbling, sustained note. He plays off P, driving the rhythm and weaving a harmony around P's notes. Kev's groove in place. P plays a slow, sorrowful lead line. Kev adds chords as P moves in and out of rhythm and lead. Their eyes connect the way that only can happen with music. P nods slowly at Kev, whose mouth twists slightly. P kicks to the distortion channel. They play charged, more complex than during practice, the sound intricate, thoughtful, and their own building to a furiously beautiful climax. They hit their final notes in unison. Kev leans back, shadows covering part of his face.
Kevin (Kev)
Dad took my CDs.
Pete (P)
You hung up at nine.
Kevin (Kev)
Same difference. @ least he only got the wallet.
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Back on Clean Channel. P plays softly.
Pete (P)
You're not Dave Mustaine, you know.
Kevin (Kev)
No, Bex was. I'm Kirk.
Pete (P)
Well, he's still a Metallica. Yeah.
Kevin (Kev)
You like Megadeth more than Metallica. Look, I get it. I overreacted. My bad, bro. Just no more Becks tonight. Kay.
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P nods, few moments later.
Pete (P)
How did you know Yentl?
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Kev chuckles quietly.
Kevin (Kev)
My aunt told me that one of my parents last attempts at patching things up was weekly date nights. This was when I was almost 2. So they went to Yentl because my dad's an idiot and doesn't know shit about movies. Midway through, my mom turns to my dad and tells him she wants to divorce. He stands up in the middle of the theater yelling like an asshole. You've heard him. People are screaming at him to shut the fuck up. They had to stop the movie. Now they're on their way back to the car. My mom hasn't said anything since she said she wanted to get divorced. He finally asks her why and she says, I can't be myself with you.
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P studies Kev's face as he plays.
Kevin (Kev)
I wish I knew what she meant. What she wanted to be, but she died the next year. I watch Yento a lot.
Pete (P)
Never asked your aunt.
Kevin (Kev)
She moved back to Japan. Dad won't give me her number.
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Kev leans into the light.
Kevin (Kev)
Shadow King could be great. You know that shit just now? People would die for us. We'd be all over the radio.
Pete (P)
Imagine looking out from the stage, knowing every single person there is with you, feeling what you feel, thinking we're gods.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Kev's bass line sounds similar to Nirvana after a moment.
Kevin (Kev)
Craig fucked me up, man. How can you give that shit up? The adoration, the recognition he had, everything.
Narrator/Announcer
Still.
Kevin (Kev)
Like you said in Senless Apprentice, you can't fight me because I quit. They could fight him.
Dizzy
If he walked out.
Kevin (Kev)
They could still go beat him up. Kerr fucked me up, man. How can you give that shit up? The adoration, the recognition he had, everything.
Bex
Still.
Kevin (Kev)
Like he said in Scentless Apprentice, you can't fire me because I quit. Fucking rock star. Move.
Dizzy
Now.
Kevin (Kev)
They talk about his genius more than when he was alive.
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P stops playing. He tugs at his purple beanie. Kev's bass provides a dark minor key warmth.
Pete (P)
He hurt, man. I mean, you can laugh with your friends or play music, tour the world, anything. Everything's good. Then in those moments, the good moments, the pain goes away until you remember it. And then in the moments between the laughs, you remember it. And then you can't remember how to forget it. You can wish you were someone else, anywhere else, but that's not possible. So you push it back inside and keep it there. And eventually that's all that's left. There was something beautiful once, but now it doesn't exist because there's no more space to hold it.
Kevin (Kev)
Welcome to every night at my house.
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Ps soft chords ring out as he speaks.
Pete (P)
When I was four, I wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid more than anything. So Christmas morning I'm tweaking, not knowing which one I'll get because I've seen neighborhood kids with all these cool ones, like different hair, different clothes, all these colors and hairstyles. My friend Sarah had this girl with an orange jacket and sneakers and my next door neighbor Emily had one with like big red hair. All of them were so bright and exciting and wonderful. So I'm eye fucking this big wrapped box under the tree while my parents make coffee. Then my grandparents had to have breakfast is killing me. I don't think we got to presents until like 10:30.
Kevin (Kev)
Dude.
Pete (P)
No, I know. Finally I unwrap it and there it is. Brown hair, blue overalls, blue checkered shirt. I think he had a red hat. Maybe. But I lost it. I hated him. Why would anyone choose him? He was boring, ugly. But I didn't want to be ungrateful. Because I wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid so bad. And I got one. My mom said my dad had gone all around town and found the last boy doll in town. So I pretended I loved it. But every time I looked at it I knew it could have been better. But that's not what I was given. That was the first time I remember feeling the gray. It was like I didn't know if the sun still existed. Even though it was out. Everything was just cold. Like I'd forgotten what warmth was. And I didn't know how to remember the sun. Maybe Kurt couldn't remember either. Maybe all he knew was cold. You gotta know warmth to feel the sun.
Kevin (Kev)
Write that down. The last thing, right now. Sick fucking lyric.
Pete (P)
The folder's in the room.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Kev looks around. Nothing. P sees a notebook by the drum.
Pete (P)
KID oh, Dizzy's notebook.
Narrator/Stage Directions
Kev rips out a sheet of paper, hands it to P. INTERIOR dizzy's ROOM Short time later, P returns with a glass of water. Dizzy and Kev begrudgingly coexist. They're on the floor, not close but not separate, partially eaten bontet on plates almost like a burrito. The tube of rice rests on the banana leaves. The pork is in the middle, surrounded by a layer of beans and then of rice. They watch Naked Gun 33 and a third. Kev's eyes stay on the screen. Every so often Dizzy's eyes drift to Kev. P gets a CD wallet and a yellow sports discman from his bag on the bunk. He removes a disc with a white skeletal spiral. He adjusts headphones around his purple beanie Nine Inch Nails eraser starts insects or aliens playing instruments made of straws until the drums start pounding. P gazes at Anna Nicole Smith on the tv. Curvy, beautiful. He carefully takes out Dad's gift. Two sealed envelopes tied with a bizarre ribbon. Guitars alternating with the classic Groucho Marx. Black glasses, big nose, mustache, disguise. First letter is from Green Tree Prep. Second is St. John's Green Tree first we regret to inform. P exhales in relief. Jagged guitars crashing. The song's vocals start. Need you dream you find you taste you fuck you use you scar you break you. P quietly and meticulously peels open the St. John's letter. Trembling, he unfolds the paper and reads Congratulations. He closes his eyes slowly. Deep breath. Scans further. The panel was particularly impressed by your distinct candor and courage that confirmed you are St. John's material above 18. Any other factor? The song continues. Lose me, Hate me. Smash me. Erase me. P's eyes dart above the letter to his friends. Kev and Dizzy both laugh at the movie. Resentment fades. Smiles turn real. The song echoes P's thoughts. Kill me, Kill me, Kill me. Kev blissfully eats the von Tet motions SP P to push his headphones back.
Kevin (Kev)
We'll have them at our feet, dude.
Narrator/Stage Directions
P weakly smiles. He puts the headphones on the racer continues. Kill me. Kill me, Kill me. End Act 2 yeah.
Podcast by Manifest Media / TABLE READ
Episode Date: November 18, 2025
In this dynamic audio drama episode, "Small Block – Act Two," listeners are immersed in the raw, intense, and often humorous lives of Pete (P), Bex, Kev, Dizzy, and their circle as they navigate the turbulent world of adolescence. Capturing the experiences of friendship, identity, masculinity, love, and longing in 90s suburbia, this act hones in on the fallout from previous difficult moments, the anticipation of homecoming, and the strained, shifting bonds between teen friends. With an ensemble cast and cinematic soundscape, the episode’s dialogue balances biting wit, vulnerability, and nostalgia, including candid depictions of growing pains, awkward flirtations, family pressures, and adolescent bravado.
Act Two of "Small Block" vividly captures the complexity of adolescence—brutal honesty, desperate posturing, searching for connection, and the incessant need to matter. Balancing sharp wit and heartfelt moments, the episode’s characters are achingly real, their flaws and hopes rendered with clarity and cinematic flair. Whether through music, confessions, or confrontation, each moment propels them all a little closer and a little further apart at once—leaving the listener eager for the next act.