venerdì 3 ottobre 2008

003 - dj comp 6. 10. 06

INTERIOR SIXTH FORM CENTRE

JOHN PAUL: Just realised where I know your face from.
SONNY: What?
JOHN PAUL: St Joey’s. We had you in a cup match, season before last. I played left back.
SONNY:Oh yeh. I ripped you to shreds.
JOHN PAUL:Yeh, right.
SONNY: I scored two and I made two. Anyway, it’s always the lads that get picked last that play left back.
JOHN PAUL: I’m versatile.
SONNY: Yeh, I’m joking. (They shake hands.)
JOHN PAUL: Anyway, there’s a couple of us lads having a kick around at the rec later, if you fancy it.
SONNY: Oh, I’d love to but, you see, I’m DJing tonight.
JOHN PAUL:Where?
SONNY: The Loft. And they’re holding trials too which, of course, I’m gonna win.
JOHN PAUL: Aren’t you too young?
SONNY: I spoke to that fit blond that works there. She says anyone’s welcome.
JOHN PAUL: Are you any good?
SONNY: I have had decks for years. You?
JOHN PAUL: I’m, er, I’m not bad.
SONNY: Tell you what, you should come down tonight. See me in action. Get a DJ masterclass tonight and they’ll put you on tomorrow.
JOHN PAUL: Yeh, whatever.
EXTERIOR - OUTSIDE THE DRIVE-AND-BUY
SONNY: Oy, Dean, don’t you have a home to go to? Here, (throws some coins), some change for your bus fare. One way.
CRAIG: It’s a shame I like it here.
SONNY: Ah, can’t you take a hint?
CRAIG: Look, why don’t you just get lost, all right?
SONNY: I said I wanted you gone.
CRAIG: And who made you sheriff?
SONNY(John Paul is approaching in the distance.): You see, I’ve been nice to you so far. But I’m about to get nasty. I want you and your lot gone from here. And until it happens, I’m gonna make your life hell.(Pushes aggressively at Craig’s neck and stomps off.)

JOHN PAUL: All right? (Craig nods.) What did he want?
CRAIG: Nothing. What you got? (gesturing to John Paul’s backpack.)
JOHN PAUL: You’ll find out. Have you seen many go in? (to the Loft.)
CRAIG: One or two. Listen, I, er, I got that essay that I gotta do and I gotta hand it in in the morning. (John Paul smiles and shakes his head.) What?
JOHN PAUL: You’re bailing out on me cos of that…. div.(nodding towards Sonny. Craig can’t reply so John Paul sets off to the Loft.)
CRAIG: What HAVE you got in there?

JOHN PAUL: (John Paul turns back.) Records.
CRAIG: You seriously going through with this? (Admiring John Paul’s courage and hoping this new mate will be a distraction from his troubles – the hopeless relationships, the memory of Mrs Valentine’s death, the terrible fire at the Dog.)
JOHN PAUL: I’ve got as good a chance as any.
CRAIG: Can you mix?
JOHN PAUL: Coming? We’ll both find out. (Craig pulls himself off the bench and towards John Paul and his destiny.) Here y’are. (John Paul hands Craig the bag to carry.) They might think I’m the real deal if I’ve got a fluff to carry me bag for me.
CRAIG: Shut up. (but he’s smiling broadly….)
INTERIOR – THE LOFT (A rowdy atmosphere. Packed pub.)

WARREN: All right, gents? Fancy your chances?
CRAIG(Ridiculously happy grin.): It’s exciting!
SONNY: I didn’t tell you to come so you could bring HIM!
JOHN PAUL: And I didn’t come to see YOU.
CRAIG: I’ll get our drinks.
SONNY: It’s not records in there, then?
JOHN PAUL: Might be.
SONNY: You can’t be a DJ. You’re not….
JOHN PAUL: Not what?
SONNY: So what sort of stuff are you mixing?
JOHN PAUL: All sorts.(Zac Ramsey goes up to the decks and does a pretty good job, but doesn’t go down too well.)
SONNY: He’s lost it.
JOHN PAUL: I’m not surprised. At this speed he’s got nowhere to go.
CRAIG: It’s burning my ears!(Sonny goes up to compete and fantastic sounds emerge, but we have seen him place a CD in the system, so he is effectively cheating. The crowd think he’s amazing.)
SONNY: Follow that, McQueen.
JOHN PAUL: Hats off, mate.
CRAIG(cheering John Paul on): Come on, my son. Let’s have it. (and, later, when it is clear that John Paul has talent as a DJ:) Awesome!
INTERIOR - GENTS’ TOILETS
JOHN PAUL: Great set, man. Great set.(As Sonny enters and goes to pee, John Paul is washing his hands.)
SONNY: Thanks a lot.
JOHN PAUL: That was great, man. Seriously great.
SONNY: Do you know what? I think it’s gonna be a giggle working here. So what got you into it?
JOHN PAUL: Five sisters. Only peace I’ve got is when I’ve got my headphones on. (John Paul goes to dry his hands.) Look, you lay off Craig.
SONNY: I might do.
JOHN PAUL: I know…. what happened to your Mum must have messed your head. But it was his brother that did it. Even you must see that.
(John Paul goes back to the bar. Sonny has hardly finished peeing when he realises that his DJ-cheating disc is now playing and revealing his scam. He dashes to try and retrieve the situation but has been caught out, so John Paul is announced as the winner of the The Loft DJ competition.)
EXTERIOR – OUTSIDE THE LOFT
CRAIG: I didn’t even know you had decks.
JOHN PAUL: Yeh, I saved up for a year to get some second-hand ones.
CRAIG: JP, you’re gonna be minted, mate.
JOHN PAUL: Oh, listen, er, before I forget, I had a word with Sonny. Yeh, I told him to lay off you a bit.
CRAIG: Oh.
JOHN PAUL: No big deal. I think you might….
CRAIG: I can fight my own battles, all right?
JOHN PAUL: All right. Suit yourself.
CRAIG: I didn’t want to talk about it. Just want to get my head down. Get the grades I need and get the hell out of here. Come on, let’s get some cans while we’re waiting for Nancy.
(They walk along the street with Nancy drinking from cans with Craig teasing John Paul about being a “superstar DJ").

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