[upbeat punk music]
Thea: Petra! Stay in your room!
Petra: I will not be stuck in a bubble!
Nicky: Petra. I've done a poem.
P: Okay, I've printed some issues and we're gonna vote for the ones we like.
N: It's called, "What's Going On There?"
[clears throat] Palestine, what's going on there?
P: Yes Taylor?
Quickly!
Taylor: I need to pee.
P: Well then go to the toilet.
T: There's no water, the flush...
it's terrible.
P: Well you can't stay here and go to the toilet, can you?
Okay.
The choices - um, what, actually Frankie,
is that a gun?
Frankie: Right,
so if we're rehearsing for the Talent Show yeah, I thought it'd be shocking if I brought out a gun!
And there's a giant better with the NRA's logo on it and I shoot the banner and go,
"Death to the gun lobby!"
P: Right. Um.
Well it's not real gun, though is it? Because that might slightly undermine the anti NRA message
F: It fires little plastic things.
P: Cool. Well, how about you give that here.
[Nicky clears her throat]
P: Shit.
N: Palestine. What's going on there?
Israel. What's going on there?
P: Nicky, stop. Frankie, give me the gun.
F: No way!
T: Guys!
F: The climate wars are coming, yeah. I've gotta protect my Second Amendment rights!
P: That's America, Frankie. New Zealand has different amendments.
I think, probably.
N: Netanyahu. Hamas. What?
P: Nicky, just hold on for a second.
Frankie, you're against guns.
F: Ugh, here we go, don't you pigeonhole me.
I am a neo-Marxist libertarian, and I will not be labelled.
N: Two state solution?
F: Tyranny, this is tyranny!
P: Art is tyranny!
N: Two state solution?!
F: Fuck the patriarchy!
P: I'm not the patriarchy!
Jesus, Taylor, no!
T: I'm sorry!
N: Two state solution!!
F: Death to the gun lobby!!
[smashing glass]
[peeing sounds]
Puck: Hi.
Pe: Who the fuck are you?
Pu: Puck.
Hi. How are you? Puck.
Puck. And ah, you are?
N: Petra! Thea's little sister.
Pe: Thank you, Nicky.
N: I'm Nicky.
Pe: Yes. Thank you Nicky.
Pu: Well, I'm looking for a bag, Class A drugs in the pocket, you know how it is.
Pe: Well it won't be in here. Nobody comes in here but us, so.
Pu: Hello! I think it's best to...double check.
Pe: Okay. Um.
So the first topic we could use for our musical
performance piece is, um,
AIDS. Um...
And the second option is...
Climate change. Yeah, um...
Look, this is valuable. What we're doing.
Pu: Absolutely.
Pe: The third option is The Holocaust.
Pu: Love it, topical.
Pe: So what do you do?
Pu: Sorry?
Pe: We're performers. I mean, we haven't performed yet, but we will.
We're going to raise awareness about the issues.
If we do climate change, Taylor's going to finish making the papier mâché globe.
And Frankie's gonna set it on fire.
Pu: To raise awareness? for trying
Pe: Well at least we're trying.
We're not mocking people who do try while we look for a pile of crack, or whatever.
Pu: Do you think you're better than me?
Pe: Maybe I do.
Pu: You're good and I'm bad.
Pe: I mean,
Pu: There's no such thing as good people Petra, we're all just stuff
that's happening because something else happened first.
Pe: I didn't mean to.
Pu: Why are you trying so hard. Nobody's watching.
Nobody's keeping score. Trust me Petra.
It's so much easier just to stop.
N: Nah. You've gotta try,
it's fun! I worked real hard on my poem and everyone's gonna be like,
"Wow Nicky! That's an awesome poem!"
You should write one, we should write one together.
Pu: No. I'm gonna do what I was always gonna do.
N: That's a weird excuse. My mom says not to make excuses especially if they're weird.
And I'm not sure if you've heard Petra's music but it's awesome and she loves it.
You know what? You can eff off buddy. That's what I think.
You can eff off. If you're gonna be mean,
you can find your crack somewhere else.
F: Piss off!
T: Sorry.
F: What a tosser.
Pe: They're broken.
F: What an absolute tosser!
P: They're all broken.
F: I mean, I've met some tossers-
P: We're gonna perform tonight.
T: What?
P: They need us.
F: Who does?
P: All of them.
I mean climate change is happening.
N: Yeah.
P: Trump exists.
T: Worrying.
P: They're asleep, but we will wake them up.
F: Bloody oath. Alright.
N: I can do my poem!
P: Taylor, you on board?
T: Yes.
I just wanna let you know, that,
I spilt the bottle and it's everywhere.
P: Right.
Let's do this.