Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Verkoff: A Terrible Ego (v)

ACT FIVE – MATURATION

[The children are sitting at their tables, cutting out paper animals and gluing them to paper. Theo and Nigel sit together. Nigel is tense, Theo bored and idly eats some of the paste. Nigel looks like he’s going to be sick. Theo notices.]

Theo: ...what?

Nigel: That’s disgusting! You’ll glue your insides up!

Theo: I wish. [frowns] You still nervous? Calm down, already, will you... what’s your name again?

Nigel: Nigel. Nigel Yang.

Theo: Nigel Yang. [laughs] NY! Oh, I can’t believe no one’s bought you an “I Heart NY” T-shirt yet! [shakes head] Classic! I shall call you Manhattan.

Nigel: [not getting it] ...um. OK. When do we get out here?

Theo: Home Time’s at three.

Nigel: Don’t we get lunch?

Theo: Sure. Little Lunch and Big Lunch. Only another [glances at wall clock] twenty minutes. Why? You hungry? [offers Nigel glue] My shout.

Nigel: No thanks. It’s just... my sisters and my brother Kenji... they got taken to other classes and...

Theo: Ah. Say no more.

Nigel: Why?

Theo: Mainly because you’re boring me.

Nigel: I just have to see them again, OK? My sister Benny was getting really upset!

Theo: Mmm. OK, Manhattan, I’ll do you a straight deal. I’ll make sure you get to see your Benny girl again at little lunch.

Nigel: And what do you get out of it?

Theo: I haven’t decided yet.

Nigel: You mean, it could be anything?

Theo: Yep! Take it or leave it?

Nigel: [grimly] I give my word. If YOU keep YOURS.

Theo: [shocked] Manhattan! You WOUND me! I better patch that wound up!

[He eats some more paste. Nigel looks ill. Theo laughs at him.]

[Playground. The bell rings and students start to leave the classrooms. Theo takes Nigel’s hand and they sneak away from the verandah area all the kindergarten children are restricted too. They sneak along a brick wall to a group of girls, one of them is Beriniko.]

Nigel: [delighted] Beriniko!

Beriniko: [mildly] Oh, hi, Nigel. How are you?

Nigel: Freaking out! This place is insane! They all know each other and they eat glue! We’ve got to get out of here, forget Kenji and Akiro, they’re probably dead already...

Beriniko: Aw, come on, Nigel. It’s fun here!

Nigel: F... fun? Did I hear right? Fun? This isn’t fun! It’s prison! Degrassi style prison!

Beriniko: Oh lighten up. I’ve made lots of friends here, and we’re doing painting this afternoon...

Nigel: Yeah, Benny, you won’t believe how LITTLE that interests me...

Beriniko: I’m not going. It’s great here.

Nigel: What? Have they drugged you or something! This place is horrible! Beriniko, please...

Beriniko: Oh, and that’s another thing. Call me Bernice here.

Nigel: “Burn East”?

Bernice: Bernice. Not all the children can say my name properly, so I call myself Bernice. Cool, huh?

Nigel: Bernice Yang? That’s a stupid name!

Bernice: [hurt] Well, rack off then if you don’t like it!

[She turns and storms off to join the other girls skipping. Nigel is devastated.]

Nigel: What have they done to her?

Theo: [sadly] Nothing. You just wish they had.

Nigel: Wha...?

Theo: She prefers all this new stuff to boring old you. Sorry, Manhattan, but that’s the way it goes.

[Nigel stares at Bernice, amazed.]

Nigel: But... she said she’d... Akiro. Yeah. Akiro would know what to do. We’ve got to find her. [to Theo] I’ll double whatever it is if we get to her.

Theo: What about your brother?

Nigel: Kenji’s useless at the best of times and that ain’t now!

[The bell rings.]

Nigel: What? It’s over already!

Theo: Looks like.

Nigel: This is a conspiracy!

Theo: Pretty much.

[Phoebe approaches.]

Phoebe: Hey, what are you two doing here? You’re not supposed to leave the boundary without the teacher coming with you!

Theo: Oh, Phoebe. [loudly] You’re so pretty! Oh so pretty! Yeah! You’re vay-cant!

Phoebe: [troubled] That sounds rude.

Theo: There’s a reason for that. Work it out.

Phoebe: You’re a jerk, Theo, you know that? No one likes you.

Theo: Because they know I’m right.

Phoebe: That’s what you’d like to think, isn’t it?

Theo: It’s what I KNOW, Feeble Phoebe.

Phoebe: You’re not gonna upset me, you know.

Theo: Oooh, a challenge.

Phoebe: You just want everyone to be as miserable as you, and we’re not going to.

Theo: One day it will.

Phoebe: And on that day, we’ll build a bridge and get over it. You should try it yourself.

[Theo shoves past her. Nigel shrugs apologetically and follows.]

[Caption: TWO HOURS AND FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER. The lunch bell rings and the children emerge from their classes again. Inside the school, Theo and Nigel hurry through the corridors to the front office, heading in the direction Akiro and Kenji were taken.]

Theo: What teacher did she have?

Nigel: Um. Webby or Webster or...

Theo: Right. I got ya.

[They hurry into a classroom. A moment later they leave and go into the classroom opposite.]

Theo: ...and by process of elimination...

[They emerge from the second classroom.]

Nigel: In the library...

[The library is big at the left-hand section is multistoried with a staircase leading to an upper balcony and level. Nigel and Theo are wandering around.]

Theo: Well, she’s not in the science fiction section or the non-fiction section like you expected and the librarian doesn’t know her.

Nigel: She’s got to be here somewhere... [points up stairs] Up there maybe?

Theo: But... that’s out of bounds.

Nigel: I don’t care!

[Nigel runs up the stairs. Theo follows, non-plussed. They look around the upper level which is pretty much deserted. The glass walls of the library have paintings of Elmo, the Magic Pudding and Grover. Nigel heads for a narrow walkway to a locked door while Theo, intrigued, pushes open two doors and moves out onto a balcony over looking the interior of the school. Nigel bangs on the door.]

Nigel: Akiro! Akiro are in you in there? It’s Nigel! Akiro!

[The door opens. Akiro looks pissed off.]

Akiro: What?!

Nigel: Akiro! Are you all right?

Akiro: Of course I am. They say my English is not up to their standard and have put me in this class. Nigel, they are nothing but mindless sheep here. I’m already best in class! Now, quickly, go before you inspire these cattle to involve further...

Nigel: I thought you wanted to get out of here?

Akiro: Well, you thought wrong, didn’t you? Moron.

[She slams the door in his face. A moment later, she opens it.]

Akiro: Is it lunch? [Nigel nods] Good. Mother promises us sushi rolls today!

[She slams the door again. Nigel deflates. He wanders out to the balcony to join Theo.]

Theo: I can’t believe they don’t let us up here. It’s so cool. Like the Texas Book Depository...

Nigel: Yeah. Great

Theo: She didn’t want to know you either, huh? Maybe it’s cause you’re adopted.

Nigel: What?

Theo: It means they’re not your real brothers and sisters.

Nigel: They’re not? You mean... [sotto] they’re robots or something?

Theo: I... you see... oh. Forget it. That paranoid stuff could be a lot of fun but... I just can’t be bothered. But you owe me now.

Nigel: Yes. I do.

Theo: You going to chicken out?

Nigel: I gave you my word, Theo. A Yang doesn’t go back on that!

Theo: But that depends on if you’re really a Yang, doesn’t it?

Nigel: Huh?

Theo: Nothing. Hey, you see the size of the spiders up here?

Nigel: [worried] Spiders, where?

[Theo leads Nigel to the edge of the balcony and points around the corner.]

Theo: There.

[Nigel peers over and freaks out. A giant (but obviously fake) redback spider hugs the wall over a huge web which has caught some smaller giant insects. Theo laughs.]

Theo: Sucked in!

[In the playground, Theo and Nigel are ducking and weaving through some grassy hills separating the asphalt from the fence. They head along the fence, parallel to an alleyway, towards a huge wide tree that shadows a large patch of the playground. Like spies they furtively run towards the trunk and then behind it, up the sloping roots pressed against the fence like a ramp so they can easily climb into the branches. After a moment, they regain their breath.]

Nigel: Now what?

Theo: We wait.

[The bell rings. The playground starts to empty. Nigel starts to move but Theo grabs his arm.]

Theo: I’m calling in the debt. We stay.

[Nigel stays. The playground is now devoid of anyone else.]

Nigel: They’ll notice we’re gone.

Theo: I doubt that, somehow.

[A little later. Theo sings to himself, listening to his walkman. Nigel idly takes out his lunch]

Theo: Finished with my woman coz she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time!
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy!
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify...
Can you help me occupy my brain?

[Nigel shrugs.]

Theo: [sighs] Ah, Ozzie. You’re a freaking genius. It could almost be written about me. They should make a whole TV show about that guy, they really should... [distracted] What ARE you eating?

Nigel: Sushi.

Theo: Sue who?

Nigel: It’s like a sandwich but with seaweed instead of bred and cold rice and raw fish instead of butter.

Theo: ...isn’t it cheaper to just buy a tin of cat food? Probably tastier too.

Nigel: My parents wouldn’t feed me animal food!

Theo: Oi. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Manhattan.

Nigel: [horrified] You eat animal food? Like... dog biscuits?

Theo: You eat raw fish in cold rice and seaweed. Who is true animal here, huh? Who is the true animal here? [sighs] You know, it’s a beautiful place here.

[They look out across the playground and the surrounding suburbs.]

Theo: Pity about being stuck here for the next seven years.

Nigel: [choking on sushi] Seven... years...?

Theo: Yep. You want to go home?

Nigel: I can’t. My mum and Togi the butler are coming to pick me up at home time.

Theo: But if you could... would you go home?

Nigel: Yeah.

Theo: Lucky you.

Nigel: Don’t you have a home to go to?

Theo: Not one I want to go to. I’ve got nowhere to go, nowhere that’d make me any happier than I am now. That’s why I’m stuck up a tree with an adopted Aboriginal kid eating raw fish bait.

Nigel: We could go to class?

Theo: What for? For a fun game of singing “Wheels on the Bus”. You’ve just been ditched by your family. I think you’ve learned enough harsh realities for your first day of school.

Nigel: [sarcastic] How kind.

Theo: I know how you feel. I’ve lost people too.

Nigel: Yeah. Sure.

Theo: My brother’s dead.

Nigel: ...I didn’t know you had a brother.

Theo: Not many do. I’ve got the scars to prove it.

[He lifts some ragged locks of hair to show a vicious scar down the side of his head.]

Nigel: [horrified] He did that to you?

Theo: Not quite. You know what Siamese twins are?

Nigel: Cats?

Theo: No. But, yeah, I thought that too but no. Sometimes twins are born stuck together. Like me and my brother. But he died when we were born, so they....

Nigel: [looking ill] Cut him off you...

Theo: Yeah. [weak grin] Maybe raw fish wasn’t the best thing to be eating when you heard that. Sorry. But now, I sometimes wonder... what if I had died and he lived? Would the world be different? Would anything really important change? He’d still get my stupid name, stupid parents, get sent here, and probably ended up buddied with you, Manhattan. How does that sound? To know you hadn’t done anything that was really you... [sighs] I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find. I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind.

[Theo stops. A dangerously inspired look crosses his face.]

Theo: [eyes wide] I’ve got it.

Nigel: What?

[Theo starts climbing further up the tree.]

Nigel: What?

Theo: Break the pattern, Manhattan! Ooh, that rhymes... I’m not going to be stuck in this dumb life like the rest of you. Seven years here? No chance. I’ve got two lives to live, my own and the one my brother never had! How does that sound, Manhattan?

Nigel: ...crazy?

Theo: That’s what I like to hear! [sings] Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry!

[He climbs onto a branch and his weight causes it to sink, lowering him down over the other side of the fence into the back alley way. Nigel follows, baffled at the sudden pace of events.]

Theo: Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal!

Nigel: What the hell are you doing?

Theo: I’m not happy here. Maybe I’ll be happy somewhere else. Only one way to find out!

Nigel: You can’t just... run away?

Theo: Can’t I? You just watch me!

Nigel: But the police, and, and you’re parents and teachers...

Theo: Pah! I’m not living my life to please them. Are you coming, Manhattan?

Nigel: [glumly] I’ve got to, don’t I?

Theo: No, you don’t.

Nigel: I promised to look after you!

Theo: And a Yang never breaks his word?

Nigel: [getting pissed off now] Pretty much!

Theo: But you’re not a Yang, Manhattan! You’re adopted. It’s not your name you’ve sworn by – you don’t HAVE to come with me. So I’m giving you a choice, something that’s all too rare nowadays. Do you want to run away from home?

Nigel: ...no.

Theo: Then you can stay here. [brightly] See ya round, Manhattan!

Nigel: [hurt] You can’t leave me behind! I’ll get lonely! You’ve all I’ve got left!

[Theo is already walking cheerfully up the alleyway. He doesn’t seem to hear.]

Nigel: [upset] Theo...

[Theo turns and points to Nigel, still walking away.]

Theo: And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state!
I tell you to enjoy life! [sighs] I wish I could... but it’s too late.

[Theo turns and keep walking. Nigel watches him head off into the distance, and finally move out of sight. Nigel sighs and, after a moment, quietly climbs back down the tree. Toto’s Africa begins once more.]

[Caption: TIME PASSES... We see Nigel sitting with the other children in class. He doesn’t raise his hand to answer questions. He stares glumly out the window. During games, he wearily plays without enthusiasm. At lunch times, he sits alone. He paces along the fence of the school, clearly with nothing better to do. At a kind of exam, kids are stepping up to count to 100 in front of the class. Nigel does it, weary and bored. We see Dave, Phoebe and Jadi clearly talking about Nigel and casting odd looks at them. Nigel doesn’t care. Nigel is walking through the playground. Something hits him in the back and he fall over. He rolls over and looks around – no one there. Confused and unnerved, he continues... not seeing that his back is covered by a surprisingly large amount of seagull shit, from one of the many circling overhead. When he returns to class the kids laugh. Nigel is annoyed, but when he discovers why they’re laughing he sighs, takes off his jacket and puts it in the bin.]

[Caption: TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER. An older Nigel, now over nine years old, paces along the fence, then, reaching the end, sigh and turns back the way he came. In a different classroom, he sits with different children. Idly he colours in a mathematics activity book, making little attempt to do the answers. The other kids laugh and argue. When the bell rings, he is least eager to move. At the fence again, Nigel eats some lunch without enjoyment and watches a basketball game on the courts. Kenji is the main player.]


Nigel: Mmm. Needs more satay.

[Finishing his food, Nigel stuffs the plastic wrap in his pocket and glumly starts walking.]

Jason: What you doing?

[We see a cute-looking brown-haired boy with a slightly vacuous expression, this is Jason.]

Nigel: Nothing.

Jason: You weren’t. You were doing something. You always come here every lunch time. Why?

Nigel: Why do YOU think?

Jason: [stumped] Gee...

Nigel: I’m going to hang out at the garbage dumpster.

Jason: Why?

Nigel: Maybe I like the smell.

Jason: Oh. [brighter] Can I come too?

Nigel: Why?

Jason: Well, you seem to like it so much.

Nigel: Jason. Am I popular?

Jason: I dunno.

Nigel: Do I have lots of friends?

Jason: I dunno.

Nigel: What DO you know?

Jason: You look a bit lonely.

Nigel: And you don’t?

Jason: I dunno. Guess so. We can be friends.

Nigel: Yeah. Sure.

[Nigel stalks off. Jason follows.]

Nigel: Stop following me!

Jason: But... you’re not going anywhere. Are you?

[Nigel sighs and slumps against the fence.]

Nigel: You’re right. I’m going nowhere. Just like everyone else.

Jason: Aw, don’t get upset. People will laugh.

Nigel: Who cares?

Jason: ...are you gonna get mad if I say “I dunno”?

Nigel: [sighs] No. No, not this time.

[Nigel gets to his feet and crosses over to a huge green garbage dumster sitting on a concrete dais beside two large gates.]

Nigel: Every Friday, a huge truck drives in here, picks up that dumpster, empties it into the back and drives off.

[Jason, only half listening, idly examines some rubbish dumped near the bin.]

Nigel: And we just watch it. Doing nothing. At least they do something. They have some kind of, I dunno, a reason for being here. What’s the point?

[Jason picks up a rusty object and examines it curiously.]

Nigel: You know, Jason, I think this place is worse than any prison. In prison you can try and escape. But here... where is there to escape to? That’s depressing, that is. That’s just screwed. I mean, I could get out of here easily. That gate isn’t even CLOSED, let alone locked. I could go on an adventure. But there’s nothing to come back to. Just this.

[Jason tugs at the object – it is a penknife.]

Nigel: Unless... unless there’s something out there. Maybe if I find it I’ll stop feeling like this... maybe things will finally start to get better. Is that worth a chance? Of course it is. Like that story in the library, you know, The Water Tower?

[Jason looks up sharply.]

Jason: Nigel, that book’s scary.

Nigel: Not to me.

Jason: To everyone else! There’s that thing in the water and it... it does something to that boy... and...

Nigel: And? And he gets better, that’s what. OK, there’s that freaky tattoo on his hand. But he stops being scared. Like the town. He finds something. It’s the kid that doesn’t get absorbed or possessed or tattooed that gets left upset and scared. Well, I’m sick of being the boy that doesn’t get... I dunno, abducted by aliens or whatever the hell it is that happens in the Water Tower.

Jason: You’re weird, Nigel.

Nigel: That’s what’s happened here, dude. Benny, Akiro, Kenji... they all got the tattoo. And I’m left the freak. Well, no more. I’m getting out of here. I’m going to find that... whatever... even if it kills me. I mean, you call this LIFE? Even Mr. Bean has more than a life than I do. Damn it, I’m pathetic. [starts to tear up] Lord, I suck. OH GOD I AM SO COMPLETELY SCREWED!!!

Jason: [nervous] Cheer up, Nige. Hey, what do you think this is?

[Nigel wipes his eyes and turns around.]

Nigel: What’s wha—

[Nigel manages to turn around in such a way he accidentally impales himself on the knife by the shocked Jason. They both stare at each other and then at the knife in Nigel’s stomach.]

Nigel: [mildly annoyed] You stupid bastard.

[Jason cringes in embarrassment and Nigel slowly topples backward onto the ground.]

[Caption: ONE TRIP TO AN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT LATER. At the Yang Household, Nigel lies on the couch, his torso bandaged and his head resting on Bernice’s knee. Akiro can be seen working with a chunky laptop while Kenji sits on the floor reading “AFL FOR COMPLETE MORONS”.]

Nigel: [bored] For the last time, Benny, he didn’t try to kill me. It was just a stupid accident. How many assassins would have a hysterical screaming fit and offer to carry me into the ambulance?

Bernice: He could still have killed you. A little bit to the left and you’d be dead.

Nigel: Typical. I never get any good luck.

Bernice: [anxious] Nigel, you’re not saying you want to die, are you?

Nigel: Why not? It’s gonna happen anyway, sooner or later, isn’t it?

Kenji: Oh, Nigel! Pull yourself together! This is not the attitude that wins. Did “Plugger” Lockett want to die? Now, you have to get up in the morning and say “Today is a day I shall live!”

Bernice: What happens if you get killed?

Kenji: Ah. Well, on that day, you must remember this. [furious] YOU FAILED, LOSER!!!!

Nigel: [rolls eyes] My loving family.

Akiro: Well, this generation of it, anyway.

Nigel: Oh, thanks Akiro. Maybe I’ll see how Riyoshi, Owen and Jose are getting on. They might give a damn when I’m stabbed during little lunch.

Akiro: I gave a damn, Nigel. But it was quite clear the wound was not fatal and you were already receiving medical attention. What more could I do?

Nigel: Come and see me, maybe?

Akiro: [confused] ...I’m seeing you now.

Bernice: And it’s really improving his mood.

Akiro: See? [disgusted] Emotions. Give me a computer any day.

Bernice: [ruffles his hair] Don’t worry, Nige. I still love you.

Nigel: You didn’t visit me either!

Bernice: I only found about it when I came home! None of the girls told me!

Nigel: Get real, Benny. Everyone knew about me being stabbed.

Bernice: Well, yeah. But I didn’t know it was you.

Nigel: And no one mentioned my name?

Bernice: Nope. They just said it was that weird kid with no friends.

Nigel: Who happens to be your brother.

Bernice: They didn’t say that. They don’t believe we’re related.

Akiro: What intellectuals you associate with, Bernice.

Bernice: Oh, piss off, Akiro.

Kenji: Look on the positive, Nigel. You get a whole month off. That means you get weeks to psyche yourself up for the new Doctor Who movie.

Nigel: Whooppee. We all know the Americans are going to screw it up.

Bernice: They might not.

Nigel: Furry blue dolphins that talk? TARDISes that rap? Steven Speilberg? How can it NOT suck?

Akiro: It’s got that guy from Whitnail & I in it.

Kenji: The fat one from Pie in the Sky?

Akiro: No.

Kenji: Aw.

Nigel: See? This is going to be crap...

[Caption: TWO WEEKS LATER. The family are watching the 1996 telemovie with the Pertwee logo. Nigel is still bandaged. He seems to have cheered up a bit though.]

TV: Grace! I remember who I am... I am a PINBALL WIZARD!! IT’S A MIRACLE!

[Kissing noises. Everyone’s eyes widen in surprise.]

Akiro: [stunned] You never saw Sylvester McCoy doing that.

[Nigel’s jaw has dropped in surprise. Uncle Miko notices.]

Nigel’s Dad: First half-human and now this? Tch. I knew I should have tried to outbid that Segal bogan for the franchise!

Nigel’s Mum: Never mind, husband. The Space Chase format seems workable for Channel 9.

Nigel’s Dad: As long as that idiot Kerry doesn’t get involved...

Bernice: Shh! We’re watching this!

TV: Hey, Yamaguchi! Take off the damn skates and step on the gas!!

Kenji: Heh. I like the Master.

[Afterwards, Nigel and Uncle Miko are doing the washing up. Nigel is glum.]

Uncle Miko: Well, they might pick it up for a series, you never know. Nigel, is it me or have you seem unusually depressive of late?

Nigel: I dunno. I got stabbed?

Uncle Miko: Apart from that, little one?

Nigel: I dunno. Life just seems... I dunno.

Uncle Miko: Ah. I understand. I saw your reaction when Dr Who snogged that chick rotten.

Nigel: Why did he do that? I mean... why?

Uncle Miko: I know the Doctor often seems asexual...

Nigel: [upset] Uncle Miko, that is the bitch that KILLED HIM! And he was kissing her! WHY WOULD HE DO SOMETHING AS STUPID THAT?!

Uncle Miko: Ah, Nigel. You are so young and innocent, you have yet to surrender to the lusts of the body.

Nigel: “The lusts”?

Uncle Miko: Yes, the...

[Uncle Miko notices Nigel’s Dad enter with more plates.]

Uncle Miko: Never mind right now. Come round to my bungalow tomorrow and we will discuss it further.

Nigel: OK, Uncle Miko.

[Caption: THE NEXT DAY. Nigel, wearing a fur-lined coat, hurries up to Uncle Miko’s place. Opposite this is the park where he and his brother and sisters were ‘trained’ years ago, with the Torii silhouetted against the sky. Nigel notices an unmarked van on the curb, frowns, shrugs, and then heads up the steps to the front door. He rings the bell. The door opens to reveal Uncle Miko... in a school girl outfit. When he spots Nigel, his expression turns from cheerful to horrified and he slams the door in Nigel’s face. A moment later, the door opens, Uncle Miko reaches out and drags Nigel inside, slamming the door again.]

[Inside Uncle Miko’s room. Nigel looks confusedly at his uncle.]

Uncle Miko: Uh, hi Nigel. How are you?

Nigel: Oh I’m good.

[An uneasy pause.]

Uncle Miko: What do you need?

Nigel: Well, er...hmmm... You know, I can’t remember.

[Another pause.]

Uncle Miko: You’re probably wondering about the...

[Uncle Miko indicates the schoolgirl outfit.]

Nigel: Yeah... Yeah. The thought did cross my mind that it was a bit...odd.

Uncle Miko: Yes. Well, it’s for a play I’m in.

Nigel: Oh?

Uncle Miko: Mmmm, yes. I play... I play a schoolgirl, and I wanted to get into character, so...

[There are animal noises from elsewhere in the house.]

Uncle Miko: [hastily] Anyway, oh yes, I remember why you’re here, Nigel. About that talk.

Nigel: Talk?

Uncle Miko: You see, Nigel, you are a child. And what’s the one thing that separates child from adult?

Nigel: ...size?

Uncle Miko: Well. Yeah. But innocence. You have not experienced the hellish truth of sexual intercourse... the burning, fire life ecstasy! You think you know pain, Nigel? You know NOTHING! It’s torment, robbing from the minds of men that which separates us from rutting animals – all civilization undone by that desperate urge to smack the Grim Reaper up like the bitch he is!

[Nigel is not following a word of this.]

Nigel: So... what are we talking about again?

Uncle Miko: You’re young, boy. As you grow, your body will change and an uncontrollable surge of hormone chemicals will bubble through your veins and drive you to the brink of madness. You might regain your senses around 21, but you’ll never be the same again. You’ll be compelled to make as many babies as you can, a fiery passion to procreate the human species at any cost!

Nigel: ...is that good?

Uncle Miko: Well, it’ll take your mind off the soul-crushing depression you feel now, won’t it?

[Nigel shrugs.]

Nigel: Guess so.

Uncle Miko: Right. Now, this stupid country insists it will be another six years before you can make sweet love, so that’s up to six years of being trapped in an existential nightmare of overheating bodily fluids! [Nigel grimaces] But if there’s one thing I can do for you, my most obviously-adopted of nephews, I can give you the knowledge so when you finally get past the age of consent you can make it work for you...

[We see the unmarked van. Inside is a SWAT team checking equipment.]

Officer: Any minute now. Get the tear gas ready.

[Uncle Miko crosses to a bookcase and takes out an unmarked video.]

Nigel: Um, thanks for that, Uncle Miko but...

Uncle Miko: But nothing! Writing, reading, mathematics, computer literacy... they are as nothing as compared to giving a woman multiple orgasms, an intricate skill many waste their lives failing to achieve! Such power in your impressively large hands, my boy, and the world will be yours. Or the straight female percentage of it anyway. And while Kenji and all the others are lost hopelessly in their puberty hell, you at least will know what to do with the end result. Do you WANT that power, Nigel? DO YOU?!

Nigel: ...do I get a cape?

Uncle Miko: Maybe. If she’s into that kinky stuff. It’s situational. Rather like morality. Here.

[With reverence, he hands Nigel the video.]

Uncle Miko: This contains the deepest of mysteries, all the knowledge of five thousand years of sexual exploitation and experimentation. There is nothing anyone can teach you that isn’t contained within this video. Except perhaps bull elephant sodomy... but I haven’t perfected that yet... never mind.

Nigel: Will this make me happy, Uncle Miko?

Uncle Miko: [sighs] It might, child. It might. And if it does... well...

Nigel: Yeah?

Uncle Miko: You remember that one with Tom Baker and Romana in Paris?

Nigel: Yeah?

Uncle Miko: As good as that.

Nigel: [bugs eyes] Wowsers.

Uncle Miko: Oh yeah. That’s what they were doing when Duggan and K9 weren’t around...

[Back at the van.]

Officer: He’s up! Go! Go! Go!

[The van’s back door opens, and SWAT team pour out and knock down the door.]

[Inside, Uncle Miko shoves the video at Nigel.]

Uncle Miko: Run, Nigel, run!

[Nigel turns and sprints off as the officers swarm into the sitting room, forcing poor Uncle Miko face down onto the floor and handcuffing him.]

Uncle Miko: This is outrageous!

Officer: Mister Hamato Mikosaura Yang, you are under arrest for being in an international pornography ring. You have the right to remain silent, but I wouldn’t encourage you to do so. Anything you DO say will be taken down, altered to my satisfaction and used in a court of law to send you down for a good many years [loses temper] so start confessing!!

[Uncle Miko is pulled to his feet and marched out the door.]

Uncle Miko: Do you mind, I am a card-carrying member of the Cult of Kanbo-Ala, you know...!

[One of the officers spots Nigel struggling to open the back door.]

Officer: Hey! Hey, you, kid!

[Nigel finally gets out of the house. The cops follow.]

[Nigel sprints out into the backyard, through the gate and across the road into a park. There are the sounds of pursuit. He sprints up the hill, too busy looking over his shoulder to realize he is running straight towards the Torii. When he finally notices, he struggles to halt his momentum but stumbles through the arch, shimmers and vanishes in the blink of an eye. The police arrive, but there is no sign of Nigel anywhere.]

[Nigel falls to rough stone ground. He looks up. He is lying on a flat-topped rocky pillar just beyond an identical Torii. The pillar rises out of the darkness in a huge rocky cavern lit by sinister glowing fog. Nigel looks around. Hanging from chains are thin cages in which are trapped moaning zombie corpses. Nigel cautiously gets to his feet and looks around.]

Nigel: Holy hell...

Demon Babe: Call it what you will.

[He flinches as he realizes a tall Demon Babe stands behind him, a bald woman with white eyes, red skin, horns and a skintight red lycra bodysyuit. A yellow ribbon tied to one horn loops around her, double helix style. Nigel hugs the video to his chest, terrified. He understandably doesn’t recognize the Demon Babe is a doppelganger for his mother Christie.]

Demon Babe: Hell, Yomi, the Underworld, the Land of Gloom... I call it “Home”.

Nigel: This... wasn’t what I planned...

Demon Babe: You do surprise me, handsome. [strokes his chin] But when you dive through a Torii full of negative thoughts, knowing what might happen... do you really expect sympathy?

Nigel: No, but it’d be nice, anyway. So... is this it? Am I here, forever?

Demon Babe: [shrugs] Well, you didn’t die, so you might be able to get out on a technicality. I can’t persuade you to stay?

Nigel: Um... it’s... really nice here... but I wouldn’t want to do more than visit.

Demon Babe: Then simply return the way you came, through the Torii.

[Nigel looks back through the Torii. It is at the edge of the pillar – if you walked through, you’d fall over the edge into the darkness. He looks doubtfully at the Demon Babe.]

Nigel: There’s a catch. If I’ve learned one thing after ten years on this stupid world, it’s there’s always a catch.

Demon Babe: You mean APART from the anti-terrorist squad waiting for you?

Nigel: Yeah. Apart from that.

Demon Babe: Well, to pass through the gateway properly, you must be pure of heart. And are you pure of heart, Nigel Yang? Can you clear your mind of all your doubts and negative thoughts? Can you give peace of mind a chance?

[Nigel looks downcast.]

Demon Babe: Oh, hey now, no need to look so forlorn. There are worse places to spend all eternity... [frowns] Well, actually, no there aren’t, but on the bright side, it’s never dull around here. Unlike Canberra. But why would an innocent child like you run through a transdimensional gateway in such despair? With only a VHS video casette for company?

[She holds out a red hand. Meekly, Nigel hands it over.]

Nigel: Uncle Miko gave it to me. He said it would explain everything and set me up for life.

[The Demon Babe examines the video, unimpressed.]

Demon Babe: Well, the best laid plans... Would you like to watch it? You might get one out of two, then.

[She indicates a trolley with a VCR and a TV standing on a previously empty outcrop of rock. The Demon Babe loads the cassette and picks up a remote. Nigel joins her.]

Demon Babe: What’s on this, anyway?

Nigel: Something to do with multi-organisms.

Demon Babe: [sarcastic] A nature video. Let joy be unconfined.

[The TV shows an old fashioned countdown. We cut to the reactions of the pair.]

Demon Babe: Meh. This isn’t much. Just some Sheila on a rooftop. Oh, she’s taking her clothes off very slowly. What a surprise. She’ll get skin cancer doing that in such direct sunlight. Ooh, and now a circus midget has arrived and wants a snog. She’ll have to get down on her knees to...

[Something unspeakable occurs on the screen.]

Demon Babe: Unholy shit! I’ve never seen someone “go up” on a girl before...

[More stuff happens.]

Demon Babe: Oh my... there are places NO HUMAN BEING should have STUBBLE! AND THAT IS ONE OF THOSE PLACES! [grimaces] How the hell can they all breathe doing that? I hope they’ve got a quarantine license for those spider monkeys...

[Violent animal noises.]

Demon Babe: ARGH! Look, not a single one of those... they are definitely NOT enjoying themselves! This is revolting! I bet not a bit of it is consensual! How can that camera man look his family in the eye and... oh, hang on, he’s putting down the camera... and now he’s JOINING IN! Oh, no, that’s not a llama, is it?

[The sound of gunfire and explosions.]

Demon Babe: Oh, like anyone is going to use live ammunition...

[Lots of explosions. The Demon Babe blinks in surprise.]

Demon Babe: I stand corrected. Oh no, those girls’ spine definitely were not meant to bend like that... and those IV drips should really be applied by a qualified nurse. I do not believe that wombat in a nurse outfit is a qualified medical practitioner...

[Some horrible noises.]

Demon Babe: UGH! That, you see, THAT is what happens when bodily orifices are not used the way they are intended! Does the expression “one way street” mean nothing? And what are those nuns doing with those glass pipes? [blinks] OK... I can think of a number of ways that would go horribly, horribly wrong. Those things are way too shallow to be shoved up there... they’ll break, there’ll be broken glass everywhere and...

[A lot of crashes and screaming.]

Demon Babe: Oh. That’s what they intended. Oh, oh that is just wrong... just get an ambulance! Maybe a swat team! Those 57 prostitutes and nuns need medical attention... DON’T DRINK THE BLOOD! Oh, that is not hygienic, not hygienic at all... ewww, spitting out broken glass... oh my god... so much cellulite...

[Curious slurping noises.]

Demon Babe: What the hell? What are they doing? Making pea and ham soup? With boiled eggs? Did we suddenly turn to a cooking show or something? Hang on, they’re pouring it down a glass tube. Like one of those ones they rammed... oh my... it IS one of those ones... the poor police woman on the tanning bed! Oh my. ALL OF IT?! I don’t believe it, it’s a trick, that is not humanly possible...

[A gurgling plug hole noise.]

Demon Babe: Oh god. She’s going into traction for the rest of her life. And so will her gynecologist. Why on... hang on, they’re putting her in a bungee cord and... no way...

[A noisy splashing sound. The Demon Babe doubles over and starts vomiting. Nigel stares at the television, expressionless yet transfixed.]

[Caption: ONE HOUR AND THIRTY-THREE MINUTES LATER. The credits are rolling. The Demon Babe is still dry-heaving. Nigel, expression unchanged, reaches out and presses stop. He seems lost in thought for a moment.]

Nigel: Right. Now I get it.

[Nigel smiles slightly, his whole bearing changed. Relaxed, confident, in control. He seems older, calmer. He manages to eject the video cassette in a cool way, flipping it into his jacket pocket like a gunslinger. In one smooth motion, he turns on his heel and strides, without any hesitation, straight back through the Torii, and is swallowed up before he reaches the other side. The Demon Babe looks nauseated.]

Demon Babe: Well... this sure sucks...

[She groans, unwell.]

[Nigel strides out through the Torii and into the park. There’s no one else around, but Nigel doesn’t even seem to notice. He smoothly takes out a pair of sunglasses and slides them on without breaking stride.]

Nigel: Time to make up for lost... well... time. The Big N is in the house.


NEXT TIME

Nigel: It’s time this school was remade in my image. Comprehendé?

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Verkoff: A Terrible Ego (iv)

ACT FOUR – EDUCATION

[Inside the house. Nigel’s future mother and father regard the baby, now changed and in a basket.]

Nigel’s Mum: I think we should keep him.

Nigel’s Dad: Another one? That makes eighteen now! How many more children do you need?

Nigel’s Mum: Only because you made me get my tubes tied.

Nigel’s Dad: For the last time, I don’t care IF childbirth is the ultimate high – it’s nine months between fixes and costs us twenty years each time! Besides, if we accept this coloured child as our own, we’ll have everyone treating us as a day care centre for their unwanted brats!

Nigel’s Mum: But adopting an indigenous child would be good publicity for the organization, husband.

Nigel’s Dad: Perhaps. [thinks about it] And I suppose he IS pretty cute. And even if he turns out to be the, er, black sheep of the Yang dynasty, he won’t pull the wool over our eyes. [laughs slowly] Did you get that joke?

Nigel’s Mum: Yes. It was atrocious.

Nigel’s Dad: I’m sure the PR department can make it funnier. Yes, we shall keep him. He like the others may eat us out of house and home, but would we really miss what it takes to fill their little bellies? Down to business. Does the child have a name, wife?

Nigel’s Mum: Yes. Apparently he is “Norman.”

Nigel’s Dad: Norman? You can’t call him Norman!

Nigel’s Mum: Why ever not?

Nigel’s Dad: Normal Norman? Can you imagine the shame and humiliation he’ll suffer with such a dull name! Besides... I’M CALLED NORMAN!

Nigel’s Mum: ...so you are. I completely forgot. But the mother’s wish was for Norman.

Nigel’s Dad: The mother was clearly not fit to look after the child. Call him something else beginning with N. It has to be easy to shout to get his attention.

Nigel’s Mum: Mmmm. N...

[Nigel’s mum pulls out a copy of 2027 BABY NAMES BY JOHN SMITH.]

Nigel’s Mum: Napoleon?

Nigel’s Dad: Too French.

Nigel’s Mum: Nash?

Nigel’s Dad: Stupid. Sounds like he grinds his teeth.

Nigel’s Mum: Nassir? Nate? Nathan? Nathanial?

Nigel’s Dad: All too pretentious.

Nigel’s Mum: Neil?

Nigel’s Dad: He’s not a hippie.

Nigel’s Mum: Neilson?

Nigel’s Dad: Nor is he the son of a hippie. Not any more.

Nigel’s Mum: Nelly? Hang on, that’s a girl’s name. Nelson? Neven? Neville?

Nigel’s Dad: Any others?

Nigel’s Mum: Newelle? Newman? Newton? Nic? Nicholas? Night?

Nigel’s Dad: Night? What sort of stupid name is that?

Nigel’s Mum: Noah? Noel? Nolan? Norm? Norris? Norvin? Nye?

Nigel’s Dad: Anything else?

Nigel’s Mum: Nigel?

Nigel’s Dad: It’s the least ridiculous name there?

Nigel’s Mum: Apart from Nuala.

Nigel’s Dad: Nigel it is then. He shall be Nigel Yang!

[Apocalyptic music. Lightning flashes.]

Nigel’s Mum: [cheerful] Ooh, it’s raining again! That’s a good sign that the drought has broken.

[Caption: TWO MONTHS LATER. A slightly more grown baby Nigel, now in an expensive silk kimono and nappy, sits with several other small children around a large TV, staring uncomprehendingly at the screen, which shows a news program.]

TV: ...making this the third triathlon that Christopher Skase has won by a clear majority. Mr. Skase puts it down to his sheer persistence and fine physical health which he suspects will let him lead a long and happy life. In other use, noted philanthropist Sir Norman Yang OBE has a new addition to his already impressive immediate family. This time he and his wife Oyuki Mashimi Yang have adopted an Aboriginal baby that was left on their front doorstep two months ago. After a brief bomb scare, it was determined the baby, a boy, was in fine physical health and that the Yangs were suitable adoptive parents. The baby boy, named Nigel, is doing fine and expected to emphasize tolerance and equality in Australian society. Some sources say he may indeed be the poster child for next year’s Year of the Patronizing Bastard...

[Back at Bert’s house, Christie is munching some CCs as she enters the living area. Not noticing what the item is about, she idly switches the channel and sits down to watch Hey Dad!]

[At the Yang Household, baby Nigel is sitting next to another baby, an Asian girl. They watch the TV with wonderous expressions.]

Voice 1: Oh, Doctor, what’s happening?!

Voice 2: It’s these new TARDISes, Betty, I just can’t get the hang of them... they’re all plastic...

Voice 1: Oh, I think... we’re going to crash!

Voice 2: I know. Just you wait, the whole FRONT of this thing is about to cave in...

[A loud crash. The two infants flinch.]

Voice 3: Let me in! At once! I must see our king!

Voice 4: He, uh, he doesn’t want to be disturbed...

Voice 5: Arr, what is it? Can’t you see I’m trying on a new suit? Can you SEE... the HAIRS... on my CHEST!?

Voice 3: ...magnificent, sir. But I have urgent news, Dr Who has landed on our planet!

Voice 5: Impossible! We’ve disguised it as 17th Century Europe!

Voice 3: But, sir, it’s true. Here, I have a photograph of Dr Who leaving his ship...

Voice 5: [yawning] Look, I don’t want to talk about the Doctor, I don’t want to SEE the Doctor, understand? And as for YOU, turtle-head, wipe that stupid smile off your face and straighten your moustache...

[The Asian baby laughs.]

[A rather flabby, toothy Yang (Uncle Miko) walks past a wall calendar and tugs off the date: 3 MARCH, revealing 4 MARCH underneath. Soon, that date falls away, then another, and another, until the whole calendar is used up. Pull out to see Yang standing next to the empty calendar, a huge pile of dates on the floor, boggling with surprise.]

Miko: What the hell is wrong with this shitty calendar?

[Caption: THREE YEARS LATER. We see a very large group of Asians are gathered for a group photo. Nigel’s Mum, Dad and Uncle Miko are there along with countless others. Children are at the front, eldest and tallest at the edges, youngest and smallest at the middle. The photographer checks the focus.]

Photographer: And... smile?

[All smile. The photographer frowns.]

Photographer: Hang on. Just one thing needs fixing....

[He rushes over to the front row of children, plucks toddler Nigel out of the group and rushes to place the infant over to the camera.]

Photographer: Right. Now, that’s much better. You press the red button, OK?

[The photographer runs over and fills the gap in the crowd left by Nigel, pulling a stupid face and making bunny ears of his fingers. The photo is taken.]

[Caption: ANOTHER YEAR LATER. We see this framed portrait is up on the wall of the verandah. A slightly older Nigel’s Mum and Dad are talking as they take tea on the lawn. The butler serves tea.]

Nigel’s Dad: Tch. You would have thought that with all Nostradumas’ predictions proved wrong, society would stop fussing about the apocalypse and concentrate on more important concerns?

Nigel’s Mum: Such as, husband?

Nigel’s Dad: That it is 1992 and there are still children living in poverty, wife.

Nigel’s Mum: But not ours, surely?

Nigel’s Dad: Indeed. But there is more that material poverty. I think it is time for the next generation of the Yang clan to begin their education immediately.

Nigel’s Mum: But they, none of them are yet old enough to attend school.

Nigel’s Dad: Which is why we should begin now. [puts down paper] Have Auntie Kyota begin instructions on their heritage...

[Elsewhere, a now four-year-old Nigel is in a park, flying kites with three other children of the same age – a cute girl called Beriniko; Kenji, a rather big boy; and Akiro a very short girl with long hair.]

Beriniko: Hey, Kenji? Want to play Haiku?

Kenji: Hike who?

Akiro: It’s a like a song except it doesn’t make sense. Or rhyme.

Kenji: ...like?

Akiro: Um... ah, who cares?

Beriniko: Me neither.

[A grey-haired aunt approaches them.]

Kyota: Come, children. Today we begin to learn the ways of the world.

[A little later, the five sit on a hill, the children listening to Kyota talking.]

Kyota: At the start of time, there were the two gods, Izanagi and Izanami and they worked together to create the whole world. But to ensure that the people of the world could see the beauty of their creation, Izanagi plucked out his own eyes. They became the sun and the moon. His sight was sacrificed so the whole world could see. Then Izanagi and Izanami touched and became one, forming the Islands of Japan.

Akiro: Auntie, does this mean that god is blind?

Kyota: No...

Beriniko: But he plucked out his own eyes!

Kyota: Yes, but he has Izanami to guide him.

Akiro: But he IS blind.

Kyota: According to Japanese mythology...

Nigel: [bored] Who cares?

Kyota: Nigel! Have you no interest in the rich heritage you are part of?

Nigel: [defensive] ...I just want to play with the kites.

Kyota: Then go, then!

[Meekly, Nigel rises and walks off.]

Kyota: But, be warned – ignorance is its own downfall!

Kenji: What’s “ignorance” mean?

Kyota: Give me strength.

[Dropping her accent, Kyota takes out a walkie talkie and speaks like an Aussie.]

Kyota: OK, that fell on its belly. On to phase N for Nigel...

Kenji: Cool! A walkie-talkie, can I have a go?

Beriniko: No, me!

Akiro: Me!

[Over the hill, Nigel wanders through the park, alone. He stops as he sees a glowing Yin-Yang symbol.]

Nigel: Wowsers.

[Weird voices are heard.]

Voices: I am Yin. I am Yang. I am darkness, I am light. The earth, the sky, I am moisture, I am heat, and all things feminine and all things masculine, together we form the Tao. We are inseparate, we are interdependent, an endless procession.

[Nigel swallows, nervous.]

Voices: There is ebb, there is flow, there is give, there is take, every saving has its cost. Toa is all.

[Nigel wails and runs off. The glowing symbol vanishes. Nigel’s dad and Uncle Miko emerge from the bushes with a cheap plastic projector torch thing.]

Miko: Well. Another Yang child runs off in terror.

Nigel’s Dad: I can’t believe this. He didn’t even notice he shares his name with half the Tao!

Miko: He didn’t wet himself. That’s an improvement on the last twelve.

Nigel’s Dad: Indeed. Well, wait for Beriniko to arrive and we’ll try it on her.

Miko: Aw, come on, brother. I’m hungry.

Nigel’s Dad: You’re always hungry, Miko.

Miko: Maybe if you actually paid for lunch once in your life, I might sate my appetite, you cheap son of a whore.

Nigel’s Dad: Don’t call me cheap, you oriental bastard!

[They soon start fighting. Nigel’s dad smashes the projector over Uncle Miko’s head.]

[Nigel, Beriniko, Akiro and Kenji stand on a hill in front of Uncle Tetsuma, a very calm bald man with a long beard and, bizarrely, a Seth Efriken accent. They all have wooden swords.]

Tetsuma: Bushido is the way of the warrior. Zen is the Bhuddism of the warrior.

Beriniko: Is Zen not Bhuddism all on its own, Uncle Satsuma?

Tetsuma: [totally losing it] IT’S TETSUMA! NOT SATSUMA! I AM NOT A PIECE OF FRUIT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, YOU STUPID CHILDREN?!

Akiro: That is not answering the question though, Uncle Satsuma.

Tetsuma: SATSUMA?! I AM NOT A SATSUMA! WHY PEOPLE KEEP CALLING ME THAT! I HATE IT! TWENTY-NINE YEARS I HAVE SUFFERED THESE JOKES! WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? DO YOU WANT MY SOUL TO BLEED IN SHAME?!

[Akiro starts to weep.]

Akiro: I am sorry, Uncle Testy-sumo.

[Tetsuma growls in frustration.]

Tetsuma: As I was saying. In the art of swordsmanship, perfection can only be achieved when the heart is untroubled by thoughts of you and me.

Nigel: You mean, when you’re dead?

Tetsuma: No, I mean when you have no thoughts at all!

Nigel: Sounds like being dead to me.

Tetsuma: Life and death do not come into it. Your opponent’s swords do not come into it! There is nothing!

Kenji: Nigel is right, this sounds very much like being dead.

Akiro: Yes. If you are dead, you cannot lose a swordfight because you cannot be killed.

Beriniko: Who would want to sword fight with a dead person anyway?

Tetsuma: Ahem?! All must be emptiness.

Nigel: Like being dead.

Tetsuma: No. There must not even be the very thought of emptiness.

Nigel: ...ohkaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Tetsuma: You must be one with your sword. There must be no blocking. All must flow. You must try by not trying. You must do by being.

Kenji: My head aches.

Tetsuma: Come. Empty your minds and attack me.

Nigel: But we do not want to attack you, Uncle Satsuma.

Tetsuma: STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! I’LL BLOODY KILL YOU ALL!

[Tetsuma swings his wooden sword at Nigel who screams and runs. Tetsuma chases after him but Beriniko dives on his back and starts whacking his on his head with her sword. Tetsuma falls and Akiro and Kenji rush over and start beating him up as well. A Rodney-King style bashing occurs. Nigel cautiously runs back, kicks Tetsuma in the head, then runs away again.]

[A battered and bloody Tetsuma is on a gurney being carried into an ambulance. Nigel’s mum looks disapprovingly down at the four children.]

Nigel’s Mum: Obviously you are not meant to be warriors this early in your lives. We shall try spiritual meditation instead, shall we?

[The children nod shyly.]

[Nigel’s mum leads them all to another part of the park where a pi-shaped wooden arch is up on the hill. Crows sit on them.]

Nigel’s Mum: This, children, is the Torii. It is a source of dark power. Toriis normally lead to religious shrines but some lead to other places, beyond the world of men, perhaps even to Yomi, the Underworld, the Land of Gloom.

[The children stare at the arch nervously. Beriniko takes Nigel’s hand.]

Nigel’s Mum: Look on it with open minds, but do not let it cast its spell over you. It mesmerizes like moonlight on water or waves breaking along a deserted beach. Dwell on the negative and Yomi will receive you. One must be pure of heart to pass through and remain in this world. Simply clear your mind of all negative thought and be at peace with yourself. You first, Kenji.

[Kenji walks up to the Torri then freezes.]

Kenji: But, mother, Ben Elton says all Torris are evil.

Beriniko: Especially their leader, the evil Thechar.

Nigel’s Mum: Ben Elton is English. What does he know of the inner mysteries of reality?

Akiro: He’s friends with Alexei Sayle.

Nigel’s Mum: ...point.

Nigel: This seems humungously dangerous. We should stick to flying kites.

Kenji: Yes. That we are good at.

Beriniko: No one ever gets sucked into the Underworld flying a kite.

Akiro: Not even Charlie Brown.

Nigel’s Mum: Look, I shall go first, to prove it is possible.

[Nigel’s mum walks slowly through the arch, but trips on a pothole and falls over. The children scream and run off in terror. Nigel’s mum sighs.]

Nigel’s Mum: Right. Public school education it IS, then.

[Caption: LESS THAN A YEAR LATER. A posh car is driving up a steep hill. There are two large schools on either side of the road. The quartet are in the back seat. Kenji is smiling idiotically, but the others are all tense and anxious. Nigel’s Mum is in the passenger seat while the butler drives.]

Nigel’s Mum: You see, children? That is the high school for where the children go when they finish at primary. It is just across the road so no one has any difficulty changing locations. Is that not innovative.

Akiro: [miserable] This is where it all starts.

Nigel: [trying not to panic] Yeah. What does?

Akiro: School. Like Degrassi Street Junior High School Blues!

Beriniko: [fearful] Homework. Teachers. Bullies. Exercise. Exams.

Nigel: Suicidal students. Failed pop groups.

Beriniko: Drug-pushers who don’t have drugs, just vitamins and rat poisons.

Akiro: Safe sex. Car crashes. In no time at all we’ll be at the school disco dancing with our worst enemy who’s just been diagnosed with AIDS before the school burns down and all our loved ones die in a car accident and all the interesting people get recast for similar characters!

Nigel: Bhudda in blender! You’re right! We’re stuffed! Completely stuffed!

Beriniko: The moment the teachers aren’t looking, we’ll be bound hand and foot, forced to wear our underpants on the outside and roll bananas through hallways using only our noses...

Akiro: Never! DEATH FIRST!

Beriniko: Yeah!

Nigel: [doubtful] Yeah?

Akiro: YEAH!

Kenji: Hey! There are seagulls here!

[The others immediately are distracted.]

Nigel: Cool!

Beriniko: Hey, can we give them chips to eat here?

Akiro: That one’s only got one leg!

Nigel: And that one’s all brown and spotty! [sighs] Aren’t you worried, Kenji?

Akiro: Give him a moment, Nigel, his brain isn’t as fast as ours.

[They wait and Nigel, Beriniko and Akiro silently count down from three. When they reach ‘one’, Kenji blinks, whimpers and then starts to scream in terror.]

[Nigel’s mum leads the quartet across the playground and into a building. The atmos is like being taken into a death camp. Nigel is struggling to control his breathing. Kenji is now catatonic. Beriniko and Akiro try and help out their brothers.]

[In the reception office area. Nigel’s mum is talking to a teacher.]

Nigel: They’re gonna split us up. I know they’re gonna split us up.

Akiro: Yes. That way we can’t unite our forces and defeat them.

Beriniko: Why are they doing this to us? We didn’t do anything wrong.

Nigel: It’s the vase, isn’t it? They’ve found out!

Akiro: It was an accident!

Nigel: An accident YOU had!

Beriniko: It’s impossible. We super-glued it all together. No one could ever spot the cracks.

[We cut to the vase. It’s been shattered and glued back together very badly, with parts inside out and none of the colours matching.]

Nigel: Unless someone squealed!

Kenji: [zoned out] We’re beyond recriminations now. Beyond everything.

Akiro: Yes! Remember, everyone, the Red Dragon will still awake! The next century BELONGS TO US!!

Nigel: Who cares about a century? It’s here and now that matters!

Beriniko: Yeah... maybe there’s a fire alarm we can set off and run for it?

[A short teacher with yellow-white hair approaches, with a tall thin woman with brown curly hair.]

Teacher 1: Hello, Akiro. Hello Kenji. We’re going to be your teachers.

Akiro: [hisses] Try bribing them!

Teacher 1: I’m Mrs. Webb. And this is Mrs. Webby.

Nigel: ...you’re kidding, right?

Akiro: The chances of that coincidence are ridiculous.

Teacher 2: I know, funny, isn’t it? Come along.

[Kenji is meekly led away. Akiro is vocal.]

Akiro: I don’t care what happens now! I REGRET NOTHING! [long pause] OK, I regret a few things...

[Nigel and Beriniko are left alone. They hug each other in fear.]

Beriniko: Don’t worry, Nigee, I’ll take care of you.

Nigel: Yeah. Look, if we can get past that desk we can sneak outside, maybe catch a taxi...

Beriniko: Yeah. The airport’s near here, isn’t it?

Nigel: We’ll head to Japan. Cousin Kurasowa can help us out.

Beriniko: What if he doesn’t?

Nigel: Then... then we’ll tell everyone HE broke the vase.

Beriniko: But... he didn’t.

Nigel: This is no time for fiddly details, Benny. Now, when I say run...

[Two more teachers arrives.]

Teacher 3: Ah, you must be the new students for today. Which one’s Nigel?

Beriniko: Don’t tell him, Nigel!

[The teachers laugh.]

Teacher 3: I guessed Nigel was the boy. Come on, I’ll show you round.

Nigel: Only if my sister comes too.

Teacher 4: I’m sorry, Nigel. She’s in a different class.

Beriniko: I don’t want to be.

Teacher 3: It’s the school rule. Otherwise children would stay with their siblings and not open up intellectually and emotionally to new students.

Nigel: [weakly] ...that makes sense. Kind of.

Teacher 4: Come on, Nigel.

[The teacher leads him away. At first he goes quietly, then he realizes what’s going on and turns and tries to escape, but Beriniko is being lead away as well.]

Nigel: Benny! Benny!

Beriniko: No, Nige, don’t struggle! Don’t let them hurt you! You submit, you hear?

Nigel: [losing it] BENNY!

Beriniko: I’ll find you! I promise I’ll find you! No matter what! No matter what!

Nigel: BEEEENNNNYYY!

Beriniko: WHEREVER THEY TAKE YOU I’LL GET YOU BACK!!

[Beriniko sags as Nigel is dragged out of sight.]

Teacher 3: [soothing] It’s all right, you can see him again at Little Lunch.

Beriniko: When’s that?

Teacher 3: In two hours.

Beriniko: Oh. [shouts over her shoulder] See you at 11 o’clock, then!

[Classroom. A large group of children are up against one end of the room as Teacher 4 organizes some Year Six students into arranging tables. We see the latest arrivals having to sit at the front, watching. Most hug their schoolbags, bar one thoroughly absorbed in TMNT Adventures # 11. Nigel sits between a surly, scruffy boy and a smaller, nervous looking boy biting his own fist. Trying to fight his rising hysteria, Nigel sings unsteadily to himself.]

Nigel: [shaky] ...gonna take a lot to drag me away from you... there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever doo...

[The surly boy slowly turns to glare at him. Nigel grins nervously, trailing off.]

Nigel: ...I bless the rains down in Africa... ahem.

[Nigel finally falls silent. The surly boy turns to glare ahead once more. The nervous boy feels the tension.]

Dave: Heh. Kinda like being in a bank, huh? [silence] You know.

Surly Boy: Yeah. About as useful, too.

[That kills the atmos stone dead.]

Dave: I’m... I’m called David Mitchell Rest...

Surly Boy: And I don’t care at all so shut up.

[A redhaired girl behind them frowns.]

Phoebe: You don’t have to be so mean.

Surly Boy: Don’t I? [temper rising] How do you know? [turns to look at her] I might have a damn good reason! Have you thought of that?!

Phoebe: [mocking] “And I don’t care at all so shut up.”

[Some weak laughter from the other kids.]

Nigel: Hey, er... what’s your name, sorry?

Phoebe: Phoebe.

Nigel: Phoebe. Yeah. Um. When do we get out of here?

Surly Boy: Three o’clock.

Nigel: [surprised at him answering] Er, when’s that?

Surly Boy: Not damn soon enough.

Dave: I wish I was still at home.

Nigel: Me too.

Phoebe: Me three.

[More muttered agreement.]

Surly Boy: Well, it’s a pity we don’t have any choice, huh? We’re stuck here. Get used to it.

[Conversation dies horribly once more. Teacher 4 returns.]

Teacher 4: All right, so we’ve had the tables lined out and on each table is your name, all the numbers and letters of the alphabet to help you. But first, I know how scary it can be to start school for the first time, so we’re going to have a buddy system. That means two students have to look after each other and help them get used to the new way of doing things. Understood?

[All except the surly kid reply.]

Kids: Yes, Miss.

Teacher 4: All right. [checks clipboard] So, who wants to be first?

[She looks at Dave, who is the latest arrival.]

Teacher 4: What’s your name then?

Dave: David Mitchell Restal, Miss.

Teacher 4: OK, David. Let’s see... your buddy is... [checks] Johan Disreali Morok...

Dave: [stunned] JD?

[The kid finally puts down the Ninja Turtle comic he was reading.]

Jadi: What? [sees Dave] What?! David! What are you doing here?

Dave: You can talk! [so relieved] Aw, man! I didn’t know you were coming to this school as well!

Jadi: Yeah! My mum and dad must have made sure we both came here!

Dave: Yeah, [sighs] why do they never TELL us these things?

Teacher 4: Oh. You know each other. Oh well, we can let that slide...

Nigel: I know someone who could be my buddy, Miss, she’d be brilliant.

Phoebe: [blushes] Oh, thanks.

Nigel: Um. [embarrassed] Actually, I meant my sister, Beriniko...

Phoebe: Oh.

Teacher 4: I’m sorry, Nigel, your buddy has to be from this class. And we’ve already chosen you one.

Nigel: [beaten] Have you?

Teacher 4: Yes, it’s Theodore Klyn... Klyngiro... Is there a Theodore in here?

[The surly boy rolls his eyes and raises his hand.]

Surly Boy: [patronizing] It’s pronounced “Kline-ge-row-fell”, Miss.

Teacher 4: Klyngirophel, right. OK, Theo, you and Nigel are now buddies.

[The surly boy and Nigel exchange looks. The teacher continues assigning buddies.]

Theo: Just when you think you can’t hit rock bottom, someone throws you a spade.

Nigel: [miserable] Pretty much...

NEXT TIME

Beriniko: I hear you call my name and it feels like home.