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GIRL 1.
silent, quiet, observing. used to be idealistic but now leads
a dull life. wandering eyes, constantly looking up or away
(never down or towards people), long dishelved hair.
GIRL 2.
simple-minded, naive compared to the group. having a hard time
trying to fit/adapt into the group’s informally exclusive
formation. interlocking hands, nervous laughs. short curly
hair, rather plain/safe dressing.
GIRL 3. (VIVA/VEEVE?)
loud, graceless, the poor little rich girl stereotype. tries
hard to look like she was having fun, thus mocked by the group
behind her back. her real life situation is hidden behind her
public persona. short hair, chain-smoking habit, big eye make-
up (think Edie Sedgwick).
BOY 1.
calm, mature, laid-back. seemingly casual but is the one who
takes care of the group. he seems to have already come to
terms with problems of his life. peaceful expression,
sarcastic laugh/shrug upon trouble. casual dressing, messy
hair, tall and lanky.
BOY 2.
pussy-whipped. used to not be into the party scene but had
been washed into the majority crowd. has something he keeps
looking at and fingering. short cropped hair, everything about
his look is dictated by his girlfriend (GIRL 3).
BOY 3.
easy-going, cheerful, non-judgmental. the secret emotional
sand-bag to everyone in the group. has a liking for
recreational drugs, has a trademark smile to amuse the group.
silly/thoughtless facial expression, boyish, edgy dressing.
BOY 4.
whiny, orderly, enjoys fitting into social norms and being
excepted by the group. has a habit of assumption and seeing
the bad side in people. semi-formal dressing, clean cut.
INT. = interior
EXT. = exterior
POV = point of view
(beat) = a moment or two (i’m not even sure this is how you
use it right. i just found out about this beat thing a while
ago)
the rest of the capitalized words are camera movements. don't
mind them that much. i sorta also forgot how to write them
correctly.
CLOSING IN:
GIRL 3, a very tall, short-haired, overly skinny girl in over-
the-top sequin mini dress and crazy make-up, dances wildly and
laughs loudly. her friends around her only look with a part-
mocking, part-tolerant expression, but the rest of the crowd
seems to enjoy her wildness. BOY 2, a guy with better-than-
average look and a rather dressy outfit, is hugging GIRL 3
from the back as they interact. GIRL 3 adjusts BOY 2’s shirt,
she is in charge of his look and he doesn’t seem to mind. they
start making out. BOY 1, a tall and lanky guy in simple t-
shirt, approaches the group with a suave confident, he jokes
and makes funny dance as he’s being welcomed with low-fives by
BOY 3 and BOY 4 and nods from the rest. it is obvious that
this is how they usually have fun. GIRL 2, a curly-haired girl
with plain, almost safe dressing, just back from getting a
drink, is stuck in the middle of everyone, seemingly awkward.
she tries with a hint of desperation to fit in with the group.
her actions went largely unnoticed. GIRL 1, a small, bony girl
with loose and oversized clothing, stands among the group,
moving calmly as she observes. she has an effortless, shadowy
aura around her. she is holding up a cigarette with hanging
ash on one hand, moving her head as if she is listening to a
soft music instead, she is part of the group but it’s as if
she stands alone. her hair is dishelved, she has on dark eye
make-up, bringing out her eyes, which are wandering. she eyes
her peer group absent-mindedly.
POV GIRL 1:
ROLLS from the boys, having fun, PASSES OVER to GIRL 2, who is
eyeing the group hopelessly, LANDS on BOY 2 and GIRL 3, who
are still making out.
the group walks out from the club building, recognizable only
by their footwear. four pairs of boys’ shoes (a pair of
oxfords, two pairs of converse shoes, one neat, one worn-out,
and a pair of shoes with different colors) huddling together.
a pair of crazy high-fashion heels and a pair of black leather
boots walk closely together. behind them a pair of mint green
ballerina flats follows.
CLOSING IN:
BOY 2 walks in front of GIRL 1 and GIRL 3, stops slowly.
BOY 2
(apparently sober)
(to GIRL 3)
Babe, I can’t drop you off tonight, ok? I
gotta get home soon. Can’t turn around that
far to the Central.
GIRL 3
(deeply intoxicated)
(gesturing GIRL 1)
But what about her?... We come in a
package...
BOY 2
(to GIRL 1)
Can I just drop you off somewhere you can
catch a taxi?
ANGLE:
BOY 3 walks towards a car, he is a bit drunk but he still has
it together.
BOY 3
(rethorically)
(to BOY 4)
I’m riding with you, yeah?
BOY 3
(to the rest of the group)
Man, girls... lovely night, lovely high, as
always... As usual, He blessed us with a
good way to waste our youth, thankfully...
(does his characteristic grin)
See you kids later, yeah?
BOY 2
(to BOY 1)
Hey, man, wait!
(gesturing GIRL 3)
Can you drop her off? It’s on your way back.
ANGLE:
Car A, Car B, and Car C one by one line up on the payment
booth, then drive away to different routes.
DETAIL SHOT:
GIRL 1’s eyes wandering upwards. city lights reflected on her
eyes.
DETAIL SHOT:
the pair of black leather boots seen earlier is under the
passenger’s seat, resting still. the pair of neat converse
shoes seen earlier, too, is under the driver’s seat, one foot
on the pedal.
DETAIL SHOT:
the worn-out converse shoes seen earlier under the driver’s
seat, adjusting the pressure.
then GIRL 3 decides to roll over, open the window and start
screaming and blowing smoke puffs and poke her head outside,
although they are driving in a protocol road. BOY 1 realizes
in shock, tries to pull her back in while driving. through her
antics, he seems more tired than frantic, he actually knows
very well that she does this a lot.
DETAIL SHOT:
BOY 4
(to himself)
Sick little fucker.
BOY 3
(from under the dashboard)
Good one, man.
BOY 4
(hand to his forehead)
I can’t believe I just begin to feel the
buzz now.
BOY 3
Ahh. We’ll trade later. Mean time, back in
the game, man.
BOY 4
(beat)
‘Some tissue, please.’
GIRL 2
(hesitant)
Uh... ‘That was good.’
BOY 3
(laughs a bit)
‘Is that it?’
BOY 3 and BOY 4 continue to laugh. GIRL 2 laughs a bit, not as
fake as before, but still forcedly. she still doesn’t get the
funny part.
BOY 4
(after a beat)
‘How much for everything?’
BOY 3
Three words, man. Three. Three words after
sex.
BOY 4
(unbothered)
Fine... ‘What’s the total?’
BOY 3
(thinking)
‘You accept cards?’
BOY 4
(cont’d)
‘Master or Visa?’
ANGLE:
BOY 3 gets out of the car nonchallantly, lights a cigarette,
leaning against the hood of the car. he is not interested to
whatever’s going on between BOY 4 and GIRL 2. GIRL 2 walks
toward the gate of her house. the house itself is not in
focus. BOY 4 closes the back seat door as he eyes her walking.
BOY 3 whistles and signals BOY 4, as he moves to enter the
driver’s seat. as he is putting his foot in to the car, he
waves casually to GIRL 2. BOY 4, still standing near the
driver’s door, waves awkwardly. BOY 4 turns away, drops his
head in frown, and moves to the passenger’s door.
POV GIRL 2:
GIRL 2 unlocks the gate. she lifts her arm, her wrist watch
says it’s 3:36 a.m. she opens the gate.
BOY 4 enters the car. the car quickly drives away as soon as,
leaving GIRL 2 who is walking in. she gasps, turning quickly
around, as she was planning to say something else before she
walks in, probably just a friendly good night. GIRL 2 stops
mid-sentence, watching the car driving away hopelessly, and
sighs as she faces the gate again.
ANGLE:
the pair of mint green flat shoes seen earlier turns around
and walk in.
the view shows that this is a smaller street from the previous
one, probably towards housing areas.
BOY 2
(getting out of the car)
You want something?
GIRL 1 takes BOY 2’s sports watch from her side. she stares at
it, fingering. she smiles lightly. she puts it back down. she
puts her chin on the dashboard, looks up to the sky with empty
expression.
POV GIRL 1:
the sky and the lights of the mini market, in stillness.
the driver’s door opens from the outside. BOY 2 gets back in
the car, stashes some stuff to the back seat, hands GIRL 1
bottled ice tea. GIRL 1 stares at BOY 2. BOY 2 shrugs. GIRL 1
takes the bottle quietly, slowly unwrapping the safety wrap.
BOY 2 ignites the car as soon as his hand is free, pulls the
car back.
Car B drives in, pulls over to the side. the passenger door
flies open. behind the passenger’s door we can see someone
throwing up on the street curb, a pair of feet in high heels
dangling from the car. the driver’s door flies open and BOY 1
gets out of the car, runs to the passenger door, watches as
GIRL 3 vomits. DODGY HOMELESS PEOPLE stare as it happens. BOY
1 tries to ignore them.
DETAIL SHOTS:
GIRL 3’s crazy party outfit, dirty fingernails, greasy hair.
DETAIL SHOT:
BOY 1 looking at the street, casually casting a glance to GIRL
3. it is quite apparent now that he is too tired to mind her
antics.
GIRL 3
(laughing)
Sometimes I don’t know why you try so hard
to help everyone, man.
BOY 1
(beat)
(eyes locked on the street)
Sometimes I wonder why you try so hard to
have fun.
GIRL 3
(suddenly sober and serious)
Sometimes I wonder why it is so hard to
have fun.
(turns back to BOY 1)
(back to cheeky tone)
Especially with uptight assholes like you.
BOY 3
Three words during sex again, man?
(no replies)
Three words before death sentence?
BOY 3
What’s that, man? Are you tweeting again?
BOY 4
(beat)
(putting handheld away)
I’m just replying stuff.
BOY 3
(breaking the ice, laughing)
GIRL 3’s shittin’ tonight.
BOY 4
(quietly)
As expected.
BOY 3
That girl is something.
(beat)
So, GIRL 2’s not a bad dancer either.
BOY 3 BOY 4
What? Come on, man.
BOY 4
(turning away)
You guys don’t like her.
BOY 3
(supressing a smile)
(silly tone)
Wha—at?
BOY 4
You guys don’t approve of her. She’s
different from what we’re used to socialize
with, and... that’s it. She’s fucked. For
you guys.
BOY 3
Wha—hahaha-what?
(beat)
Ok, ok. Well. So we think she’s a bit...
off.
BOY 3
But we don’t hate her...I mean, we don’t
say it in a bad way... More of a, matter-
of-fact opinion, something like that.
(beat)
So she’s... different. But I mean, I’m
cool. You know?
BOY 4
(staring disappointedly at BOY 3)
You guys never really enjoy her joining us.
You mock her behind her back.
BOY 3
(tries to be defensive)
What? I mean—but not... in a mean way.
BOY 4
(looking back to the street)
(quietly)
Fuck all of you.
they fall quiet for a while. BOY 3 has an innocent look on his
face, he’s not sure of what to say. BOY 4 still looks sour.
BOY 3
So. You think we should get something to
eat now?
BOY 4
(quietly)
Whatever.
BOY 3
Come on, man.
BOY 4
Look, whatever. I’m just really tired.
BOY 3
Still bit fuzzy?
BOY 4
No, I’m tired of you guys.
BOY 3
Us guys?
BOY 4
Yeah. You, BOY 2 GIRL 1, GIRL 3, you all
think we’re so better. Like we’re an
exclusive thing or something.
BOY 3
Wha-? I don’t remember signing a covenant
pact with my own...spit or blood or
something.
BOY 4
(beat)
Then why don’t you guys like GIRL 2?
BOY 3
(mockingly)
What? What the fuck—first of, you’re making
things up. And, and you’re crazy. Why is it
a problem who we like or don’t like, I
mean, I’m not trying to court her. GIRL 1’s
not trying to court her. D’ you—
(laughs)
—you do like her don’t you.
BOY 4
That’s irrelevant.
BOY 3
Na, irrelevant is your own shit you’re
sulking about. If you like her, you like
her, don’t go around minding if we want to
fuck her too or not.
BOY 4
I’m not talking about me and her—I don’t...
know if I like her or not. But what matter
is that you guys don’t want to accept her
so bad you’re being so hard on her.
BOY 3
(laughs as if BOY 4 is being ridiculous)
We’re not doing anything! You’re
delusional!
BOY 4
You call her names. I know you call her
names behind her back.
(he names a few of them)
You always leave her out of the
conversation.
BOY 3
(calls out)
Does he ever stop whining?
BOY 4
(cont’d)
The girls act like they’re way better than
her, always bragging about their...
sexcapades... and... killing sprees...
BOY 3
Then you take it with the girls.
BOY 4
(cont’d)
Those two girls think they’re so it they
look down on everyone while all they’ve
ever done is wait for GIRL 3’s father to
poop money and they get pathetically drunk.
beat.
BOY 3
(beginning to stop being funny)
Those girls aren’t like that.
BOY 4
Yes they are.
BOY 3
(completely serious)
No, they’re not.
(shakes head, turn head to BOY 4, still
with a smile)
They’re not, man.
BOY 3
(just out of frame)
You want nasi gila or bubur ayam?
BOY 1
(shaking head)
(to himself)
Do they really think I care that much I’d
bomb this place?
the search is finished. BOY 1 drives away.
BOY 1
You good to go from here?
GIRL 3
(cheekily)
Abso-fuckin-lutely, honey.
BOY 1
(hesitating)
You sure?
BOY 1
I’ll walk you to the lift, ok?
GIRL 3
Whatever, honey.
BOY 1
Just lemme park up.
Car B parks up. a while later the driver’s door flies open and
BOY 1 and takes out the car keys.
BOY 1
(to GIRL 3 as he gets out of the car)
Wait there, I’ll help you out.
BOY 1 walks over to the passenger’s door, opens the door for
GIRL 3. GIRL 3 is sitting on the passenger’s seat, looks up to
BOY 1 cheekily.
GIRL 3
My prince charming.
BOY 1
(half-heatedly going along)
Come on, princess.
GIRL 3 struggles to get out of the car. BOY 1 turns away,
looks around while waiting. GIRL 3 puts her feet out, moves to
stand up. she falls over to the floor instead. BOY 1 hears the
noise, looks over to GIRL 3. upon seeing her he sighs and
shakes his head lightly.
BOY 1
(bowing down to get GIRL 3)
Are you for real?
BOY 1
(keeps walking)
I’m just dropping her. She’s passed out.
BOY 1
(keeps walking)
Seriously. She’s my friend. -- ---. 25 B. Lives with her
sister. Cat died about last month. Drives a small black
Mercedes. Comes home around this time of day every night
smelling like sweat, alcohol and second-hand smoking.
BOY 1
Cut it out, girl. Come on.
GIRL 3
(taking off her blazer)
But I thought you get orgasmic pleasure out
of helping people...
BOY 1
Your sister’s asleep. Keys?
GIRL 3
(starts rummaging her purse)
Alright, alright. I got it somewhere
here...
the space is spacious, dark, save for some lights from the
balcony. the front door opens. BOY 1 drags GIRL 3 inside,
tripping lightly over several things in the darkness. he
places his car key on the nearest table and walks on. he trips
on something and almost falls. she laughs loudly.
BOY 1
You’re gonna wake your sister up.
BOY 1
(walking on)
Your room is still the old one, right?
GIRL 3
(softly)
Good night, cowboy.
BOY 1
(unable to help a chuckle)
Yes, yes, yes, good night.
BOY 1
Fuck! What the f—what the fuck!?
he searches the wall for light switch. he knows her room, but
not that well. he finds it, turns the light on. the light
gives a clear view of the clutters on the bedroom floor. there
are boxes and plastics of left-over food, dirty plates and
culteries left unattended, and a full and very dirty ashtray.
he looks at the mess, taking breaths, getting calmer. he is
very confused, for the first time he shows a sign of real
shock. trying to calm himself, he finds himself even more
confused as he takes in the sight. this is not how he
remembers GIRL 3’s place. shaking his head, he starts to make
few moves, not being too thrilled about the cockroach. but he
keeps hesitating. finally he sighs very deeply, deciding he
can’t leave her in this room in such state. he turns to
collect the mess, carefully avoiding the dirts and possible
cockroach hideout.
INT. ANOTHER BEDROOM IN GIRL 3’S PLACE – NIGHT
BOY 1 is seen through the door walking out of GIRL 3’s bedroom
carrying dirty plates and plastics of garbage. he walks pass
the door, but the sight of this room catches his eyes. he
stops midways, looking in with a curious expression. this
other bedroom turns out to be in the same size and with the
same features with GIRL 3’s bedroom, only it’s empty and looks
like it’s been unused for some time. he frowns, then decides
to keep walking.
ANGLE:
BOY 1 walks out of the kitchen, he’s finished washing the
dishes. rubbing his wet hands on his jeans to dry them. he’s
reached his hand to turn off the kitchen lamp, but his glance
falls in the living room. all the lights he’s turned on now
gives in a clearer view. taken aback, he leaves the kitchen
light on. with a hint of shock in his face, he walks towards
the table where he places his car key. he almost trips over a
fallen chair, he realizes that was what he tripped on a while
ago. ignoring it, he puts down his handheld on the table, and
stands for a while. lost in confusion, he takes few steps
forward into the center of the living room. the room is empty
save for a couch. clutters are everywhere. the tv station set
is there with cables out but the tv is missing. on the wall
there is a traditional family picture of four with three
people’s faces drawn on except for GIRL 3’s. there are things
usually found in a living room, but in a strange way; some
things are missing that are not vital but quite missed, such
as the absence of any table, phone placed on the floor, the
dispenser is missing but there are boxes of bottled water on
the floor near the plug hole. BOY 1 kneels in front a clutter
of magazines. he picks one up, shakes his head. he looks down
to find more. casually, he starts to stack them together. as
he rummages through magazines and papers, he finds a clutter
of printed photos.
BOY 1
Yeah, Mom. ...no, I’m still at GIRL 3‘s.
BOY 1
(cont’d)
No, I’m just dropping her off ‘cause she
was sleepy. ...No, we weren’t drinking, she
was just kinda tired...
BOY 1
(reading one of the envelopes)
No, Mom, I’m good. ...No, I’ll be back
soon. ...No, I can’t stay over GIRL 3‘s,
she’s—... I don’t know where the other boys
are, no, I can’t stay over their places
either, look I’ll just go home. ...No, I’m
not too sleepy. ...Okay, okay, I’ll drive
real slowly Mom. Bye.
POV BOY 1:
GIRL 3 is sleeping deeply, her blanket has fallen off the bed.
the corridor stays the same as before. after a beat, the door
flies open. behind the door, the place is again dark and quiet
as before. BOY 1 walks out of the place, car key in one hand,
GIRL 3’s keys on the other. he pulls out one key out of GIRL
3’s key chain, and pokes his body back in a bit and put the
key chain with the rest of the keys inside. he steps out,
closes the door, locking it from outside. he then bows down
and slips the front key under the door. he stands up, leaves.
the park is still filled with few parked cars and several
street food vendors even at this hour. the view of the traffic
is very quiet, save for small number of cars and the street
lights.
BOY 3 and BOY 4 are sitting on the street curb, eating nasi
gila.
BOY 4
(after gulping)
I just don’t get why the girls aren’t being
friendly to GIRL 2, that’s all. I mean,
they’re all girls, aren’t they supposed to
be girly-friendly or something?
BOY 3
(mid-munching)
(shaking head and calling out)
He just doesn’t stop overthinking this.
BOY 3
(between munches)
Why do you care anyway? I mean, if you say
you don’t like her, like, why you even
bother... you know...
BOY 4
(beat)
I dunno, it’s just... annoying.
BOY 3
Like, you don’t like us not liking her.
(swallows)
But you can’t expect us to like everything
and everyone you bring to this group. I
mean, let’s face it. So, yeah, we are kinda
close-minded. In a way. We’re not trying to
hate you or, like, make you feel bad or
like you have to... choose between us or
her or something, just that...
(beat)
I mean, you can’t make us like her just as
we can’t make you dislike her.
BOY 4
I never said I like her.
BOY 3
Oh yeah, I remember, you’re just into the
whole world peace thing.
BOY 4
I don’t—I mean, I told you, I dunno yet.
(beat)
Can’t decide.
(beat)
Can’t... Not really sure if I could, you
know...
BOY 3
Could what? Do something we don’t like?
(beat)
Do something out of... the written pact of
our covenant?
BOY 3 and BOY 4 stare at each other. both have finish eating.
BOY 4
I dunno if I’d enjoy doing something if—
BOY 4
If—if I get bad reviews about if from you
guys. I mean, that’s what friends are for,
right, telling you what’s right and what’s
wrong.
BOY 3
How you know for sure we’re always right?
(beat)
Anyway you already hate everything we say
about her anyway...—
BOY 4
Yea, that’s ‘cause you do it in a mean way.
BOY 3
Mean?? What mean??? It’s an opinion!
BOY 4
You could’ve just told me, ‘man, we don’t
like her’. Nicely.
BOY 3
I’m a heterosexual, man.
BOY 4
What the f—. What kind of fucking
friendship this is anyway... Can’t talk to
each other nicely...
BOY 3
We’re just trying to look out for you, man.
BOY 3
(out of frame)
Kinda shittily, but we try.
POV GIRL 1:
the BOY in the family picture is sleeping soundly.
she pokes her body inside just far enough, and steps away with
a small flashlight. she closes the first door, walking away
towards the second closest. again, she opens it very
carefully, checking.
POV GIRL 1:
the aging couple in the family picture is sleeping, also
soundly.
ANGLE:
GIRL 1 is seen hopping off the stairs, walking towards a
shelf. she stops there, opens the door, and pulls out a folded
thin cloth. she closes the door, walks to another shelf and
pulls out a key. she then walks to a food storage, pulls out
two bottles of water. she then walks and stops in front of the
electricity panel. she puts down the stuff on her hand and
reaches for a bench. she positions the bench under the panel,
climbs it and clicks a panel that says ‘pool machine’. the
NOISE of the pool machine comes on. she climbs down,
repositions the bench, picks up her stuff and walks out of
frame.
INT. CAR A – NIGHT
the radio is playing a ‘90s hip hop music in low volume. BOY 2
is sitting on the driver’s seat, staring towards GIRL 1’s
place. his shirt has been taken off and spread on the head of
the driver’s seat, he is now wearing only plain white t-shirt.
he is tapping one finger on the steering wheel. his expression
is composed, a normal, calm wait. as he waits, his sight drops
to the steering wheel, passing the handheld with a picture of
him and GIRL 3 on the wallpaper, and lands on his tattoo. he
stares at it again. he fingers the surface again, softly. he
sighs very quietly, almost unheard. he returns his sight
towards GIRL 1’s place.
POV CAR A:
from behind the curtain of the front window, there is a flash
of light.
POV CAR A:
the light goes away. then, after a beat, the light flashes for
the second time, then goes away again. the curtain is swept
aside from inside. GIRL 1 pokes her head from behind the
curtain, gesturing at BOY 2. then she quickly disappears. it
was a very small sign, almost unnoticed.
BOY 2 keeps staring for a while. then he turns off the engine
of his car, collects his things and steps out of the car. he
shuts the car door from the outside quietly.
ANGLE:
the corridor is lit from the window down the corridor, with
its curtain pulled aside, showing the night sky.
GIRL 1 walks into frame, carrying her stuff. BOY 1 walks
closely behind her. they pass the first two bedroom doors
casually. BOY 2 gestures at the folded cloth to GIRL 1, and
she lets him take it over. she hands one of the bottled water
to him. they walk into her room at the end of the corridor.
ANGLE:
BOY 2 and GIRL 1 stands across each other as they fix the bed,
still in silence. without a doubt, he puts down his bottled
water next to his foot, he takes off his t-shirt. she takes
off her dress.
the noise of the pool machine can still be heard. BOY 2 and
GIRL 1 are in bed, in an intercourse, just out of frame.
CLOSE SHOT:
the floor, ROLLING from one end to another. shown passing
through the frame are BOY 2’s clothing, BOY 2’s bottled water,
GIRL 1’s clothing, GIRL 1’s clutters.
CLOSE SHOT:
the side wall, ROLLING from one end to another. shown passing
through the frame are book shelves, dried painting equipments
and several crumpled paintings, posters on the wall.
* no, there will not be a mushy love scene. i don’t even want
them to be seen. just a view of the room to give the idea that
they’re doing it.
the radio is playing the same 90’s music played on BOY 2’s
car. BOY 4 is driving again now. BOY 3 and BOY 4 look out
through the window at the view, the air is casual as the hour
has no more hecticness. they stay silent for a while.
BOY 4
(clears his throat)
If, say I do decide to like her... You
think the guys are gonna be ok about it?
BOY 3
(calls out)
He’s just way over his head with
everything.
BOY 4
Come on, I’m serious.
BOY 3
You wanna talk serious? You wanna hear
something serious? You are seriously fucked
on your head.
BOY 4 BOY 3
Fuck off. Seriously man, seriously—
BOY 3
(cont’d)
You’re seriously overthinking everything. I
mean, man, if you want to like her, then go
like her. If you don’t want to, then don’t.
BOY 4
It’s just that I need to know my options
first, ok? I don’t want to do anything I’m
not gonna like—
BOY 3
Or we not gonna like? What’s the fucking
difference if we like who you’re liking or
not?
BOY 4
I’m asking your opinion, as a friend—
BOY 3
Yea but you don’t even like our opinion!
You just said it, you don’t even like our
gang anymore.
(calling out)
This guy is just too unbelievable!
BOY 4
Because they’re rude, they’re immature, and
most of all they’re just not right.
BOY 3
(calling out)
Are you fucking kidding me? Why did Harry
get to meet Sally and I get to be friends
with this sick fucker?
BOY 4
(cont’d)
—Bottom line is I think your opinion should
change first before I can decide anything
to do with her.
BOY 3
(cont’d, calling out)
I mean, look, he’s just crazy!
(stares at BOY 4)
You want us to be responsible with your the
decision you are gonna make?
BOY 3
(turning away, over his question)
You know what, I’m tired of your whining. I
need to get high again. Let’s go pick up
something.
the blues song can still be heard slowly, overlapping with the
music score.
POV CAR B:
as the YOUNG WHITE MAN walks away from the trunk towards the
gate of the house again, he reaches his hand out. an AGING
WOMAN, in her late forties, in floral cotton dress and
dishelved, pulled-back hair, hands over another suitcase to
the YOUNG WHITE MAN, as she walks out of the house, in a hasty
manner. both of them look like they are in a hurry.
POV CAR B:
the man and woman walks hurriedly to the car. the man opens
the back door and throws the other suitcase in. the woman
looks to her left and right, as if making sure they are
unseen.
POV CAR B:
the man has just closed the back door, running towards the
driver’s door. the woman feels a vibrate on her dress pocket
and pulls out her handheld. she can only look at it for a
split second, the man calls out for her, urging her. he is
already in the car save for his head. she decides to ignore
the call and rushes to open the passenger’s door. she steps
in.
BOY 1 still waits for his call to be picked up, still staring,
still shock-stricken.
POV CAR B:
the passenger’s and driver’s doors slam shut at the same time.
in mere seconds the car drives away.
CLOSE SHOT of BOY 1’s handheld, held by his hand, hanging away
from his head. from the screen it can be seen that he is stil
calling ‘Ma’. it just turns 4:04 a.m.
the noise of the pool machine can still be heard softly on the
background.
LOW SHOT of GIRL 1’s bed and wall of photographs behind it.
ROLLING IN towards the bed, LANDS ON GIRL 1 and BOY 2, nude,
covered by blanket, laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
GIRL 1 sits up, covering her torso with the blanket, and opens
the window next to her. she lights a cigarette and blows out.
she stares outside. BOY 2 sits up, puts on his pants. he
reaches out for his bottled water, cracks it open and drink
up. still sitting, GIRL 1 is also seen drinking up from her
bottled water. the pool machine can be heard making a halting
sound, then the noise disappears. he puts the bottle next to
his end of the bed, laying back down on the bed. he stares at
her. she puts out the fire on her cigarette, turns her head
towards him. she gestures the cigarette pack to him.
ANGLE:
two cigarettes are burning, propped on an ashtray. a female
hand takes one. the female, face out of frame, blows out the
smoke. a male hand takes the other. also out of frame, he
blows out the smoke.
BOY 2 and GIRL 1 are laying down on the bed, now partially
dressed, smoking. GIRL 1 is staring out through the window.
BOY 2 is staring at the ceiling.
BOY 2
(pointing with cigarette)
There are dust spots on your ceiling.
GIRL 1
I had a strange dream last night.
(beat)
I was traveling with my parents. My brother
was nowhere to be seen. We were going
somewhere far, like the other end of the
world. We made a transit somewhere. During
our transit time, we decided to walk around
and explore the town. It turned out to be
the town I used to stay in. I think I went
to school there. There was a big boulevard,
like the one you see in urban design guide
books, and on the right handside, stood my
old school building. There was a campus
plaza too. And next to the plaza, was where
I used to live.
BOY 2 adjusts his head, turns it towards GIRL 1, but his sight
stays away.
GIRL 1
(cont’d)
We decided to see the room where I used to
stay. Apparently this was my parents’ first
time there. Amazingly, the old room where I
used to stay still had my name on the door.
(beat)
We walked closer. We stepped in. The room
felt so familiar, but now that I’m thinking
about it, I’ve never seen it my whole life.
But it was just like I had left them
before. Two strangers were there, but they
couldn’t use the room because apparently I
still left some things there. It was still
thirty minutes to our boarding time, so I
decided to pack.
GIRL 1
(cont’d)
So I went packing. At first there were just
few shits, like some pencils and such. The
two strangers helped. Then as I pack, I
found more and more of my stuff. Stacks and
stacks of magazines. Many of them. There
were sweaters of all colors, piled
according to the color gradation. A
mountain of papers and photographs. Old
photographs of me and more strangers, but
we looked like we were best friends there.
There was a set of lampions. They were
alive. Their faces were sorrow. I tried to
pack them, because they were too
depressing, but they kept reappearing. By
this time I was sure my plane had boarded,
and when I looked my parents were gone. The
two strangers were also gone. Stuff just
kept popping out and popping out and I kept
stuffing them into this black gym bag, and
I grew doubtful that all the shits would
fit in. That was when I realized the two
strangers were drowned by my shits.
GIRL 1
And then I woke up and realized I just
slept through my morning shift.
BOY 2
(beat)
Why don’t you ever paint again, GIRL 1?
GIRL 1
I got bored of it.
BOY 2
You were so good.
GIRL 1
That was then, this is now.
GIRL 1
You were right. There are dust spots on my
ceiling.
the street is awfully quiet. the city lights are still on. Car
C drives into the frame, at slow speed.
BOY 4
This stuff is great.
BOY 3
Told you so.
BOY 3
You’re a fucking wuss. Lemme drive.
BOY 4
(from inside the car, sliding over)
You know, I think it’s safest for us to
just pull over for a sec.
BOY 3
I can’t believe you’re tripping over this
shit. It’s just herbal stuff.
BOY 4
I’m sensitive to these shits.
BOY 3
Done with all the whining?
BOY 4
(sighs)
I’m just thinking about... how honest and
open we were in high school, we can just
talk about anything...
BOY 3
(calls out)
Nope, wrong question, BOY 3, wrong
question...
BOY 4
(cont’d)
...you remember, when we went to GIRL 1’s
show, you know, back in the days, when she
still painted... and she still talked with
the frequency of a normal person...
BOY 3
(cont’d)
... stupid, stupid. What did I tell you
about being a smart-ass?
BOY 4
(cont’d)
...and GIRL 3 and her sister would take us
dancing, and BOY 1 would ridicule us... but
we’d all laugh about it at the end of the
day... days when we can still talk and do
stuff and...stuff...
(trails off, too high to continue)
...whatever, BOY 3. I’m too stoned to talk
about it.
BOY 3
(quietly but still silly)
And too unappreciative too, for my taste.
they fall again into silence. BOY 4 eyes the strange bottled
water on the bottle holder in front of him. he takes it out,
examines it and drinks it up.
BOY 4
I’m too stoned to go home.
BOY 3
Now you sound like GIRL 3. I’m too bored to
go home.
BOY 4
What’s the fucking time is it anyway?
BOY 3
Ah. Who the fuck cares.
BOY 4
(beat)
Haven’t you got anymore things we can do?
BOY 3
What, you think I’m your fucking assistant?
BOY 3
You said you didn’t want to go home!
BOY 4
Well where else are we going?
BOY 3
Dunno. I’m just gonna see where the ‘wind’
takes us.
BOY 3
Come on, man. Don’t you ever just get in
the car, put on your favorite music and
just... drive?
BOY 4
Drive where?
BOY 3
Wherever. It’s called ‘going with the
wind’.
BOY 4
That’s a title of a cheesy film.
BOY 4
(beat)
So we just drive.
BOY 3
(making a turn)
Yep.
BOY 4
Going wherever?
BOY 3
(making another turn to emphasize)
Uh-huh.
BOY 4
You don’t ever get lost driving without
direction?
BOY 3
(chuckles)
All the time, man. All the fucking time.
from the ipod deck, the same blues song heard on Car B can be
heard softly. the water tap in the en suite bathroom is on.
BOY 2
Isn’t that the magazine where GIRL 2 works?
GIRL 1
She’s okay.
GIRL 1
Insightful.
BOY 2
(shrugs, amused)
I don’t mind her.
GIRL 1
(beat)
(looks at BOY 2, sarcastically)
No.
GIRL 1 puts down the magazine and stands up. from the side of
the bed she takes a hair clip. pulling back her hair, she
walks towards the bathroom. BOY 2 watches as she walks out of
frame. he flips through the magazine mindlessly. the water tap
is on again. BOY 2 gets up, starts to pick up his scattered
stuff and puts them on the bed. as he waits for her, he takes
a good look around the room, familiar with it but he still
likes it anyway. he sits on the side of the bed next to the
window, her side of the bed. there are books stacked next to
the bed. he looks around from that angle.
POV BOY 2:
ROLLING through the room, LANDS ON the book shelves.
POV BOY 2:
the book is an expensive sketchbook, old but well-maintained.
inside are paintings, drawings, and glued polaroid photos with
doodles around them. they are quite good.
POV BOY 2:
he stops on a page with a pencil drawing on it. he lifts his
other hand. the drawing is of his wrist tattoo.
GIRL 1
(from behind him)
It’s done very well.
BOY 2
(gesturing his tattoo)
Yea, the guy was good.
BOY 2
(gesturing the sketch book)
You drew me a good one, too.
ANGLE:
BOY 1 lets out a sighs. he stares at his handheld. he still
doesn’t know what to do, and he is too tired to think of
anything.
POV BOY 1:
he opens the call log again. he stops at ‘Ma’, seems to think
about something for a while.
the garage of GIRL 1’s house is quiet. the sky has that early
shade, though it’s still dark. GIRL 1 and BOY 2 step out of
the side door carefully. she unlocks the gate quietly. his
handheld beeps suddenly, it lights up. he quickly press
‘ignore’. he steps out and walk towards his car as she leans
on the gate, waiting. Car A makes a u-turn in front of the
house. as the car faces the other way, BOY 2 is see through
the car window pausing, staring at GIRL 1. GIRL 1 stares back,
still quiet, but she is no longer expressionless, it is a
friendly, casual stare. BOY 2 nods slightly. he turns to look
at the street in front of him. he drives away.
GIRL 1 stares at the car driving away for a while until it
turns and disappear. she walks back in.
BOY 4 is now taking his turn driving. they are still going
without direction. the fuel is low. BOY 3 is next to him,
humming to the song, drifting to sleep.
BOY 4
Man. Man! Come on!
BOY 3
Nah, man, we’re doing our ‘going with the
wind’ thing.
BOY 4
(cont’d)
—well ‘cause we’ve been driving for an hour
going nowhere and—
BOY 3
Oh my God. Oh my Lord and his apostles and
all the lucky women who got to screw the
good-lookin’ ones. Why do you always look
on the bad side of everything? I mean, this
is life experience I’m giving you.
BOY 4
This isn’t life experience. This is fucking
wasting my fuel.
BOY 3
The bad side, BOY 4, tellin’ you, the bad
side.
BOY 4
(staring forward)
Well there is really nothing good in not
knowing what you’re doing, doesn’t really
get you anywhere.
BOY 3
Here. Lemme drive.
BOY 4
No, you’re sleepy.
BOY 3
Well.
BOY 4
Well. Now what?
BOY 3
You know, I think we should go to Bandung.
BOY 4
Now.
BOY 3
Yea, I think it should be fun.
(beat)
Come on, man, I can’t stand it if I gotta
do nothing to that furry brows of yours.
They gotta be freed. Freedom!!!
BOY 4 is bewildered.
BOY 3
(calming down)
If anything, it should take your mind off
things. You’re tired of our friends. Our
capital city friends. Let’s hit the road
and see our Bandung friends.
BOY 4
Well if you put it that way...
BOY 3
Nah, actually I was just talking shits. I
don’t even know anyone we know who’s still
in Bandung now. You need to say, ‘the fuck
with all of you’. Shake your shoulders like
this. Wiggle your wee-wee for a change.
Fuck it to this world, and just do what you
like.
BOY 4
And that would be going to a city where we
don’t know anybody?
BOY 3
What, you got a better idea? Eh... Rule-
Fucker?
BOY 3
Come on, man. Say it.
BOY 4
Fine.
(beat)
The fuck with all of you. We’re having a
roadtrip.
BOY 3
Fuck with all of you! Say it like you mean
it. Come on, Rule-Fucker. Rules, the fuck
with you!
BOY 4
The fuck with all of you! We’re leaving
this city. Fuck you!!
BOY 3
Fuck you!! Yeah, Bandung!!
BOY 4
Ffffuck yoouuu!!!
(beat)
BOY 2 stares over his side at his handheld, beeping for the
third time. his sports watch next to it says it just turns
4:59 a.m. next to the handheld and the sports watch is a
polaroid photo of him, GIRL 1, and BOY 1, with a couple of
other strangers, seemingly taken years ago when they were
younger. his handheld stops beeping, it beeps no more. he is
completely ignoring it, staring at the polaroid. he smiles
thinly.
CLOSE SHOT of the polaroid photo.
BROTHER
(sleepily)
Morning.
GIRL 1
Morning.
BROTHER
(smiling)
You keep smoking in the house, I can smell
it across the corridor.
BROTHER
(from the corridor)
Mom wants us to have a one-day trip to
Bandung today. We leave at 9.
(beat)
I’ll be needing my flashlight back.
GIRL 1 turns her head towards the window again. she blows out
a smoke.
POV GIRL 2:
the clock says 5:12 a.m. she checks her messages. empty.
she sighs, looking back at the source of sun ray.
POV GIRL 3:
the living room, still odd but at least the clutters are gone,
all the stuff are stacked neatly.
BOY 3
Well well well, look what the wind has
blown into our faces. The gang-bangers.
Watching sunrise. What a fucking soap.
BOY 1
(walking into frame)
Hey you crazy kids.
BOY 4
Hey, man...
BOY 1
(to BOY 4)
Girlfriend not here?
BOY 4
(jokingly)
The fuck with you, man.
BOY 1
Whoo... Alright... just checking.
BOY 3
Everything alright?
BOY 1
Ah, you know...
(beat)
As good as it gets.
BOY 1 looks toward the sun. BOY 3 looks at him knowingly for a
while, then he returns to his silly expression. he gestures
them to Car C. they lean on its side, staring at the sun
rising for a while, taken away.
BOY 1
(sighs)
So. Who’s gonna call BOY 2?
BOY 4
Tried. No answer.
BOY 1
(confused)
Weird, me too. Four times. All ignored.
Can’t be sleeping, can he, at this hour.
BOY 3
Ah. He’s probably just been with her.
BOY 4
Oh. The girlfriend. Yeah.
they all stare at the sun, now almost completely rising. BOY 1
shakes his head, again in underestimation, in reply to the
conversation. BOY 3, on the other hand, has a knowing
expression in his face. he almost say something, but stops
just before. shaking his head, chuckling silently, he lays
back.
BOY 1
(lookingat his handheld)
5:35 a.m., man.
BOY 3
Sounds just perfect.
ANGLE:
the three boys looking at the sun, now completely risen. ZOOM
OUT.
BOY 4
By the way, we need a ride home. And maybe
some help with the car. We ran out of fuel.
BOY 1
Sure. No problem, man.
THE END