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AFTER-HOURS

Written by Putri Julia Daskian


CAST:

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.

girl 3’ security guy


girl 1’s parents
girl 1’s brother
boy 1’s mom
young white man
boy 2’s housekeeper
* the characters still got no name, so you might wanna get
used to their codes. i'm also still wondering about the
appropriate names, as this is supposed to be in jakarta, but i
really suck at writing in indo, and i have no idea how to
write scripts in indo. anyhoo. oh except GIRL 3, ‘cause from
the beginning i always imagine her as a Viva. or Veeve.

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.

in case u havent noticed, red lines would be my notes.

INT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

(mute) / music score: Iggy Pop – Nightclubbing

* i’m still wondering about this one ‘cause i was planning on


a muted night club scene to focus on the characters but then i
remember babel (the film) has a similar scene too, so i’m in
doubt

BIRD’S EYE VIEW:


the scene is wild, fun, careless. the crowd is young and hip.
everywhere camera turns is young faces laughing and playing
around with each other. a group of friends in their early
twenties is huddling together, yet occassionally mingling with
the rest of the crowd, some they know well of, some they just
met tonight.

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.

* also in doubt about the make-out scene, i want to make sure


they come across as a couple, but too much make-out can look
tacky

GIRL 3 breaks away from BOY 2 with a laugh, then starts


twirling around the group, who reacts to it in a mild
surprise, laughing at her expected wildness. she begins to go
over the board, she wants to make sure everyone knows she is
drunk and having a good time. as BOY 2 tries to control her,
BOY 1 and BOY 3 back away with laughter. BOY 4 puts a hand
over GIRL 2, they try to interact, as if it’s a stolen moment
to do so as the group’s attention is on GIRL 3. GIRL 1 eyes
them, knowingly yet expressionless. BOY 2 manages to control
GIRL 3 as she continues to laugh loudly. the rest of the group
look at each other, laugh, except for GIRL 1, who keeps
staring with no expression. they return to dancing, and BOY 4
breaks off connection with GIRL 2. GIRL 3 reaches out
haphazardly to GIRL 1, still intoxicated. GIRL 1 makes no
reacting movement straight away, but she stares at her for a
while before she shakes her head lightly, and with a small
smile she starts dancing with her. BOY 2 stares at them for a
while before joining the boys. GIRL 2 tries again to dance
with BOY 4, but he is already with the boys. the group
continues to dance, with the exception of GIRL 2, who is
staring at them, unable to fit in, hopeless.

EXT. NIGHT CLUB – NIGHT – A WHILE LATER


CLOSE IN:
the asphalt surface, wih cars and the open night sky on the
background. music from inside the night club is pounding
softly.

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.

EXT. NIGHT CLUB PARKING LOT – NIGHT

FULL VIEW of the group walking. the boys walk together,


chatting and joking around. some of the are putting their
jackets on. they do seem like they’ve had few drinks. GIRL 1,
smiling thinly, unquivered by the night temperature despite
her lack of cover-up, and GIRL 3, still intoxicated, a large
balmain-style blazer hanging on her shoulders, holding each
other’s shoulders, walking a bit dragged. GIRL 2 follows them
a little behind. ocassionally BOY 4 looks back for GIRL 2, but
he only smiles thinly. each time GIRL 2 replies with a weak
smile.

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?

GIRL 1 shrugs. GIRL 1 lets go off GIRL 3.

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 4 makes an assuring gesture. he gestures GIRL 2 awkwardly


to the car.

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?

the rest of the group returns the cheerful goodbye with


enthusiast, but the spirit isn’t as high as they return to
themselves. BOY 1 turns around, a bit too quickly it seems, as
he holds his head lightly as he feels a small buzz in his
head. he starts to walk towards his car.

BOY 2
(to BOY 1)
Hey, man, wait!
(gesturing GIRL 3)
Can you drop her off? It’s on your way back.

BOY 2 starts to protest lightly, but mid-sentence he sighs and


signals him to hand GIRL 3 over. BOY 2 walks towards them and
helps GIRL 3 beside him. BOY 2 and GIRL 1 quickly leave
without any more talk. BOY 1 looks up and realizes they
already left. iritated but hopeless, he starts walking GIRL 3
to his car.

ANGLE:
Car A, Car B, and Car C one by one line up on the payment
booth, then drive away to different routes.

EXT. SUDIRMAN MAIN ROAD – NIGHT

music score: Explosions in the Sky - The Birth and Death of


The Sky

* btw it’s sorta helpful to have the music in mind too, as i


kinda also use it to support the whole idea. i’ll send out the
playlist if you need it
POV MOVING CARS:
view of the city lights and of activities on the street. the
lights of this city at night is certainly quite impressive.
yet at this hour, the only human activities are down to few
numbers of cars passing by, bikes, UNIFORMED PEOPLE picking up
fallen leaves, sweeping, fixing road blocks, BEGGARS waiting
for red lights, homeless people. DETAIL SHOTS to underline
this irony.

INT. CAR A – NIGHT

music score continues.

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.

GIRL 1 is looking at the city lights through the window in the


passenger’s seat, her eyes wide and gleaming, yet her
expression still. next to her BOY 2 is driving. they sit in
silence, but it isn’t awkward, it’s even almost calm. they’ve
apparently known each other for years and are comfortable with
each other. BOY 2 is driving. BOY 2 takes a glance quietly at
GIRL 1 every couple of seconds. GIRL 1 ignores him, resting
her head on the seating belt. BOY 2 watches GIRL 1. BOY 2
inhales and exhales very quietly, his expression unclear. he
returns his sight towards the street in front of him. he takes
a passing glance at his sports watch, it’s 3:14 a.m. slowly he
unbuttons his right sleeve, rolling it up. he takes off his
sports watch and puts it aside. the skin under it is damp from
the sweat. on his wrist there is a tattoo of the national flag
and the word ‘FIGHT’ under it, a decoration that looks awfully
unmatched to his otherwise plain, trendy-boy persona. he
stares at it, softly fingering the surface. the way he looks
at it is like it reminds him of something of the past. BOY 2
looks up again to the street.

INT. CAR B – NIGHT

music score continues.


BOY 1, driving, wipes his forehead and sighs. next to his is
GIRL 3, singing along to a song on the radio loudly and
drunkenly. he seems to expect her to act this way, but it
doesn’t stop it from iritating him, even just a bit. he lights
a cigarette to keep his mind off her. GIRL 3 stares at BOY 1,
smiling mischeviously. then, truly enjoying his annoyed look,
she pulls her leg up, showing off her crazy high-heeled shoe
and tickling his chin with the toe, making the cigarette in
his mouth bounce. BOY 1 pulls out the cigarette from his mouth
with one hand before it falls, then shrugs her limb away
softly with the other. he decides for the better to play along
and pretend to like her shoe. he manages to convince her to
put down her leg. GIRL 3 laughs loudly. BOY 1 looks back to
the street, shakes his head lightly, looks lightly iritated.
BOY 1 looks back at GIRL 3 with a stern expression, but after
a beat he has to supress a laugh that is coming. laughing
softly, he picks up a pack of cigarette and gestures an offer
to her. she, in a mocking fashion, picks one out and light the
joint. for a while the situation is calm.

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.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT

music score continues.

DETAIL SHOT:

the pair of shoes with different colors seen earlier is under


the passenger’s seat, tapping along.

BOY 3 is sitting on the passenger’s seat, looks around the


street, taps fingers to music with casual smile. he is very
oblivious, or he is ignorant, to the awkward situation in the
car. as BOY 4 is driving, GIRL 2 takes off her cardigan and
adjusts her seat on the back so she is placed between the two
boys. BOY 4 and GIRL 2 tries to chat awkwardly, unheard by BOY
3.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT – A WHILE LATER


music score continues and ceases here.

BOY 3, BOY 4 and GIRL 2 are still on the same position as we


left them, although they have relaxed a bit. they are engaged
in a discussion that is humorous to the boys, but she is still
trying to get the joke. BOY 3 is bowing down looking for
something. BOY 4 is more relaxed now, he is leaning back to
the seat. he is doing something with his handheld, carefully
as he drives. he taps it on the steering wheel with
frustration.

BOY 4
(to himself)
Sick little fucker.

BOY 3
(from under the dashboard)
Good one, man.

BOY 4 laughs a little. GIRL 2 doesn’t get the joke as quickly.


she takes a moment before deciding to force a laugh,
nervously. BOY 4 turns to look at her. she stops mid-laugh.
BOY 4 returns his sight to the street, putting his handheld
aside.

BOY 4
(hand to his forehead)
I can’t believe I just begin to feel the
buzz now.

BOY 3 emerges with a bottled water, half-drank. he doesn’t


know whose it is, but he shrugs and drinks up anyway.

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 3 and BOY 4 laugh. GIRL 2 starts to look unsure.

BOY 4
(cont’d)
‘Master or Visa?’

the boys burst out laughing. GIRL 2 stares at the both of


them, clearly disagrees if almost horrified. she is in
complete lost of what to do.

EXT. GIRL 2’S PLACE – NIGHT – A WHILE LATER

Car C is closing in towards the raised path in front of the


place. the driver’s door opens rather rashly. a pair of oxford
shoes seen earlier steps out of the car. ROLLS UP it’s BOY 4.
he opens the back seat door for GIRL 2. from inside the back
seat GIRL 2 is collecting her stuff. she gets off the car. BOY
4 and GIRL 2 stand before each other, smiling awkwardly.

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.

EXT. SUB-MAIN ROAD OF SOUTHERN PART OF THE CITY – NIGHT

music score: Nine Inch Nails – 1 Ghosts I

* yes, will send out the score.

the view shows that this is a smaller street from the previous
one, probably towards housing areas.

INT. CAR A – NIGHT

music score continues.

it is still quiet inside Car A. BOY 2 pulls up in front of a


mini market.

BOY 2
(getting out of the car)
You want something?

GIRL 1 shakes her head lightly, still staring away. BOY 2


stares at GIRL 1 for a second, then closes the door.

INT. MINI MARKET – NIGHT

music score continues.

POV PARKED CAR A:


BOY 2 looks through the cashier racks quickly, picks out a
small colored box from many others, hands it to the cashier
with some cash. he ocassionally looks at Car A through the
window as he waits for the cashier to register.
INT. CAR A – NIGHT

music score continues.

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.

EXT. SUB-MAIN ROAD OF CENTRAL PART OF THE CITY – NIGHT

music score continues.

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.

INT. CAR B – NIGHT

music score continues.

BOY 1 is driving, his expression unreadable. GIRL 3, fresh


from vomiting, lays unruly on the passenger’s seat, her legs
crossed up with one hand over her mouth. her look is just out
of this world. she is eyeing BOY 1, her antics stops for a
while.

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 is still staring at BOY 1. she lets out a small laugh.

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 chuckles, albeit without humour. she looks away,


through the window over at the street.

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 1 chuckles. the air in the car lightens.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT

music score continues and ceases here.

the car is silent. BOY 3 is driving with his usual carefee


expression, though he realizes BOY 4 is sulking. BOY 3 looks
over at BOY 4. BOY 4 is playing with his handheld with a sour
expression. BOY 3 elbows BOY 4 casually, signals him a
question (‘what’s up?’). BOY 4 keeps sulking.

BOY 3
Three words during sex again, man?
(no replies)
Three words before death sentence?

BOY 4 still doesn’t reply, his expression grows more sour.

BOY 3
What’s that, man? Are you tweeting again?
BOY 4
(beat)
(putting handheld away)
I’m just replying stuff.

they both sigh, looking to the street in front of them.

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 4 quickly turns to BOY 3, letting out a sarcastic one-


laugh.

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 bursts out a bit of the smile he’s supressing. BOY 4


looks at him, his expression sour again.

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 4 stares back, not knowing how to reply.

BOY 3
(just out of frame)
You want nasi gila or bubur ayam?

INT. CAR B – NIGHT

Car B is stopping at the security booth on the entrance of a


building. the car i being searched. BOY 1 waits, his
expression a cross of annoyance and tiresome.

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.

INT. CAR B – NIGHT

BOY 1 stops the car in front of an apartment building


entrance. BOY 1 looks at GIRL 3, as if trying to make sure.

BOY 1
You good to go from here?

GIRL 3
(cheekily)
Abso-fuckin-lutely, honey.

BOY 1
(hesitating)
You sure?

GIRL 3 nods drunkenly. BOY 1 stares at GIRL 3.

BOY 1
I’ll walk you to the lift, ok?

GIRL 3
Whatever, honey.

BOY 1
Just lemme park up.

EXT. GIRL 3’S APARTMENT’S PARKING LOT – NIGHT – A SHORT WHILE


LATER

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?

INT. GIRL 3’S PLACE, LOBBY – NIGHT

the lobby is still lit well, despite the hour. a chandelier


hangs from the high ceiling and the furnitures are clean and
tidy. it is obviously a high-end residential building. to the
left, SECURITY GUY is leaning on the wall, reading LAMPU MERAH
tabloid. BOY 1 enters with GIRL 3, clothed with her blazer,
her arms around his shoulders, her feet dragged.
SECURITY GUY stares at BOY 1.

BOY 1
(keeps walking)
I’m just dropping her. She’s passed out.

SECURITY GUY keeps staring as BOY 1 drags GIRL 3 to the


elevator.

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.

SECURITY GUY stares along until they get out of sight. he


shakes his head, apparently not surprised at all. he returns
to his tabloid.

INT. GIRL 3’S PLACE – NIGHT

BIRD’S EYE VIEW of BOY 1 staring at the elevator floor panel.


GIRL 3 is hanging head on BOY 1’s shoulder, eyes closed. BOY 1
casually adjusts GIRL 3’s position.

INT. GIRL 3’S CORRIDOR –NIGHT


BOY 1 is standing in front of a big ornamental wooden door.
under the number 25 B on the side, there is the bell button
that he keeps pressing. no answer. he presses again. still no
answer. he should be iritated, but his facial expression is
more tired. he struggles to balance GIRL 3 on his shoulder.
she comes to consciousness, looks at him, smiles mockingly.

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...

GIRL 3 drops her blazer. BOY 1 bows down to pick it up.

BOY 1
Your sister’s asleep. Keys?

GIRL 3 smirks. BOY 1 stares at her, waiting.

GIRL 3
(starts rummaging her purse)
Alright, alright. I got it somewhere
here...

INT. GIRL 3’S PLACE – NIGHT

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.

GIRL 3 laughs louder. BOY 1 ignores her.

BOY 1
(walking on)
Your room is still the old one, right?

GIRL 3 nods cheekily, laughs again as BOY 1 drags her to her


room.

INT. GIRL 3’S BEDROOM – NIGHT


the room is also dark except for the bedside table. BOY 1
drops GIRL 3 and her blazer on the bed, sighs in relief. he
stares at her for a while, as if trying to decide something.
he moves to leave, but stops midways and turn back. he tucks
her in.

music score: PJ Harvey – Dear Darkness / Karen O – Worried


Shoes

* actually i’m not sure of either. anyway just imagine a soft-


spoken guitar/piano music.

GIRL 3
(softly)
Good night, cowboy.

BOY 1
(unable to help a chuckle)
Yes, yes, yes, good night.

GIRL 3 passes out. BOY 1 folds his arms, staring at her. he is


glad his responsibility ceases as she falls to sleep. he then
decides to take the blazer and walks to the armoir carefully,
avoiding small unseen clutters on the floor. he opens the
armoir. the lamp inside lights up as he does. he frowns in
confusion. the armoir is nearly empty save for some high
heels, two bras, some underpants, a pair of jeans and few
crumpled t-shirts. before he can think anymore, a CRICKETING
NOISE comes up from somewhere in the room. he turns quickly to
find the source. putting the blazer absent-mindedly, he looks
around under the light from the armoir. suddenly a cockroach
passes by. he jumps.

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

music scores continues.

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.

INT. GIRL 3’S KITCHEN – NIGHT

music score continues.

the room is dark. the lights are turned on by BOY 1 as he


walks in. BOY 1 walks toward the dishwasher, puts the dirty
plates on it and the plastic bags on the floor. he takes a
step back, hands on his hips. he almost decides he’s done
enough, again, but something in him says otherwise. he sighs
gently. for good measure, he looks around, to his wrist,
finally taking out his cellphone from his pocket. it says 3:39
a.m. he makes a decision. he puts the plastic bags into the
trash bin. he steps forward and turns on the tap. he starts
washing the plates.

INT. GIRL 3’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

music score continues.

through the pathway BOY 1 is seen still in the kitchen


washing. there are now more lights from the kitchen and GIRL
3’s bedroom.

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.

* let me know if you think printed photos in 2009 is pushing


it a bit. i don’t know anyone who still prints photos, but i
ran out of ideas on how to present the pictures to BOY 1.

he sits on the floor and starts flipping through them. there


are photos of GIRL 1 & GIRL 3 being silly, GIRL 3 and the
boys. upon coming across photos of GIRL 3 & BOY 2, he shakes
his head in underestimation. he doesn’t dislike him, but he
has less respect for him as he left his drunk girlfriend
unattended. he flips through some more and find a photo of the
group together. he takes some time staring at this last
picture, smiling softly. sighing, he puts them on his side,
looking away. he finds his sight on two boxes with clothes
inside. curious, he kneels closer to the boxes and finds the
clothes are casually folded with handmade price stickers on.
he recognize these clothes, they are fancy like the one GIRL 3
likes to wear. he frowns with confusion, he can’t believe he’s
finding even more strangeness here. he looks toward GIRL 3’s
room in his confusion. he finally realizes something. BOY 1’s
handheld suddenly rings. he walks to the table and picks it
up.

BOY 1
Yeah, Mom. ...no, I’m still at GIRL 3‘s.

on the table there are piles of unopened letters. BOY 1 picks


some up.

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 pulls up a fallen chair and sits on it. he starts


stacking the letters out of boredom. he finds that most of
them are letters from several different banks. he frowns, but
not severly.

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.

BOY 1 hangs up, sighs, stares around. he puts down envelopes


now neatly piled. he doesn’t know for sure, but he finally
realizes that GIRL 3’s life is not in a good shape as he
thought. he starts to get up, stacking stuff randomly on the
sofa and the feet of the sofa, before finally getting up and
walking away from the center of the room. as he’s leaving, he
turns to look at GIRL 3’s room, reminded that he’s left the
lights on and door opened.

POV BOY 1:
GIRL 3 is sleeping deeply, her blanket has fallen off the bed.

BOY 1 shakes his head lightly, walking back to her room.


from the living room he is seen picking up the blanket. he
tucks her in again. he stands up and pauses, staring and
smiling for a brief moment at her before he moves to turn the
light off and gets out of the room, closing the door behind
him.

INT. GIRL 3’S CORRIDOR – NIGHT

music score continues and ceases here.

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.

EXT. TAMAN SENOPATI – NIGHT

music score: Nine Inch Nails – 10 Ghosts II


* btw i dont know for sure until what time this place stays
open. if you think it’s not gonna work, lemme know.

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 4 stops munching, stares at BOY 3, as if telling him to be


serious. BOY 3 shrugs. they return to their food.

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 3 reacts quickly with an underestimating laughter.

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 makes a dismissing gesture, looking away.

BOY 3
We’re just trying to look out for you, man.

they both stare at the sky in silence.

BOY 3
(out of frame)
Kinda shittily, but we try.

EXT. GIRL 1’S PLACE – NIGHT

this housing street is bright with street lights. the houses


are also rather nice and well-kept, although they aren’t too
big and luxurious.

CLOSING IN on one particular house.

Car A drives in and stops a few meters from that particular


house. the passenger’s door flies open. GIRL 1 steps out of
the car. she calmly opens the gate, skillfully making no sound
at all. she knows well how to do it. she opens one gate and
walks in.

INT. GIRL’S PLACE, INDOOR TERRACE – NIGHT

music score: Nine Inch Nails – 34 Ghosts IV

CLOSE UP on the floor. a pair of leather boots walk quietly


into frame. a pair of hands untie and take them off. the
person walks away.

INT. GIRL’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

music score continues.

the living room is clean, despite the size. there is a family


picture of an aging couple, a boy and GIRL 1 on the coffee
table. GIRL 1 walks into frame, passing the living room, going
upstairs.
INT. GIRL’S HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR, BEDROOM CORRIDOR – NIGHT

music score continues.

GIRL 1 is seen coming into frame from the stairs, walking


through corridor, looking onward. there are three doors on the
sides of the corridor. she walks towards the closest. she
opens the door very carefully, peeking inside.

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.

this time she walks in, stopping in front of a tv on one side


broadcasting security camera’s view of the front gate. she
turns the tv off, then walks out. she closes the second door
and walks to the last door. she opens the door, this time less
carefully, and walks in. she does all this in a very
experienced manner. from inside that room we can hear the
sound of the air-con being turned on. then the water tap runs
for a while, and then it stops. after a beat, GIRL 1 walks
back out and walks through the corridor back, flashlight on
one hand, walking out of frame.

INT. GIRL’S HOUSE, FIRST FLOOR – NIGHT

music score continues.

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

music score continues.

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.

BOY 2 stares at the window.

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.

INT. GIRL 1’S HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR, BEDROOM CORRIDOR – NIGHT

music score continues.

the noise of the pool machine can be heard.

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.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – NIGHT


music score continues in low volume and ceases here.

the noise of the pool machine can still be heard, vaguely.


the room is lit with a dim central light. the window curtains
are swept aside, showing the night sky. the low, large bed
dominates the small room, with fluffy bed and bedcover, making
it seem very comfortable. on the wall where the bedhead lies
on, posters, prints and photographs are all stuck all over in
a very orderly fashion. they are all in monochrome tone.
GIRL 1 walks into frame, followed by BOY 2. they are still in
silence. she puts down her bottled water on one side of the
bed. he closes the door behind him and locks it. she pulls
away the bedcover. he walks closer and randomly spread the
cloth over the bedsheet.

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.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – NIGHT – A SHORT WHILE LATER

music score: PJ Harvey – The Mountain

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.

several CLOSE DETAIL SHOTS of the room as they make love.

* 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.

there is a small clock in the vanity table. it's ticking. it


turns 4:00 a.m.

INT. GIRL 1’S HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR, BEDROOM CORRIDOR – NIGHT


music score continues, overlapping with the noise of the pool
machine, much more audible from outside the room. it dissolves
any sound made from inside the room by BOY 2 and GIRL 1.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT

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 rolls his eyes and shakes his head, smiling in


disbelief.

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?

they fall into silence. BOY 4 takes glances towards BOY 3


while driving. he tries to reply but can’t come up with
anything. BOY 3 waits for an answer, in a mocking expression,
almost chalenging.

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.

BOY 4 just stares at him. he makes for a u-turn.


INT. CAR B – NIGHT

BOY 1 is driving through a housing area. the radio is playing


a blues song. he is driving calmly, slowly, he remembers his
promise to his mother. he hums along to the song. he makes for
a turn.

EXT. THE STREET OF BOY 1’S HOUSE – NIGHT

music score: Saul Williams – Scared Money

Car B enters the street, driving into frame. as it drives


slowly BOY 2 is seen through the front window. his face is
serene and he is still moving his head to the music inside his
car. he suddenly notices something. as Car B makes for a
break, on the other end of the street, in front of one of the
houses, a fancy sedan is parked. a YOUNG WHITE MAN, with
cropped hair, jeans and white shirt, is putting a black
suitcase into the trunk.

INT. CAR B – NIGHT

the blues song can still be heard slowly, overlapping with the
music score.

BOY 1 stares on curiously, pulling the hand break. he feels


something is just wrong.

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.

BOY 1 stares from inside Car B. he is in a bit of a shock. he


recognizes the woman. he continues to watch.

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.

BOY 1 quickly turns off his lights. he stares on, his


expression grows more shocked than confused. he reaches to his
back pocket and takes out a handheld. with hesitation, he
moves his fingers to press the buttons.
POV BOY 1:
the clock on his handheld says 4:02 a.m. he goes to his call
logs, and dial a contact named ‘Ma’.

BOY 1 puts the handheld on his ear and waits as he stares at


the man and woman, his other hand tapping the dashboard
impatiently.

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.

INT. CAR B – NIGHT – A SHORT WHILE LATER

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.

BOY 1 is still staring at the street, stricken, unable to


react. we can hear that his phonecall finally gets into phone
message. BOY 1 finally moves his sight, but still stricken. he
eyes his handheld, and turns the phone call off. he sighs,
lays back on the seat.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – NIGHT

music score: Nine Inch Nails – Eraser (Polite)

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.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – NIGHT – A WHILE LATER

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 ignores him. BOY 2 stares away. he takes a deep inhale,


blowing out some o’s.
(after a beat)

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.

BOY 2 now is staring at GIRL 1, who is still staring at the


sky outside. he looks mesmerized and tranquil. she takes a
deep inhale, and the fire reaches the filter of her cigarette,
ash dangling on the end.

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.

silence. GIRL 1 turns over to look at BOY 2 in the eye. she


puts out her cigarette.

GIRL 1
And then I woke up and realized I just
slept through my morning shift.

GIRL 1 looks away again. BOY 2 is still staring at her.

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.

BOY 2 is still staring at GIRL 1. he turns his head towards


the ceiling. now the both of them are looking at the ceiling.

GIRL 1
You were right. There are dust spots on my
ceiling.

EXT. HOUSING AREA NEAR CENTRAL BUSINESS DISTRICT – NIGHT

the street is awfully quiet. the city lights are still on. Car
C drives into the frame, at slow speed.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT

BOY 4 is still driving. BOY 3 is still sitting next to him.


they are both obviously intoxicated by something.

BOY 4
This stuff is great.

BOY 3
Told you so.

EXT. STREET – NIGHT

Car C is driving at slow speed, makes a sudden halt for a few


times.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT


BOY 4 looks much higher than BOY 3.

BOY 3
You’re a fucking wuss. Lemme drive.

EXT. STREET – NIGHT

Car C stops in the middle of the street, a sudden halt. the


passenger’s door flies open and BOY 3 steps out of the car,
walking to the driver’s door. he opens it, steps in.

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 ignores him. the car drives away again.

INT. CAR C – NIGHT

BOY 3 is driving. he stares at BOY 4. BOY 4 is obviously


intoxicated.

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 rolls his eyes. they ride in silence for a while.

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 4 sighs. beat. BOY 3 makes for a turn.


BOY 4
Where are you going? My house’s that way.

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 4 laughs dryly.

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 3 ignores him, driving cheerfully.

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.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – NIGHT

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.

GIRL 1 walks into frame, now dressed in a t-shirt, carrying a


magazine and a small towel. she throws the towel to land on
the other end of the bed, props herself on her bed and starts
reading. BOY 2 walks out of the bathroom and into the frame,
shirtless, his face wet. he picks up the small towel and wipes
his face with it.

BOY 2
Isn’t that the magazine where GIRL 2 works?

GIRL 1 shrugs. BOY 2 sat on the edge of the bed, shifting


towards her, staring at her.

GIRL 1
She’s okay.

BOY 2 laughs softly.

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.

he stands up and walks towards it. he reads through the


titles, landing sight on one familiar leather-bind book. he
recognizes it. smiling, he takes it and starts flipping
through. the water tap is off. he glances to make sure, GIRL 1
stays in the bathroom.

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.

BOY 2 looks at them one by one, smiling through each. he is


familiar with all these.

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.

BOY 2 stares between those two, comparing.

GIRL 1
(from behind him)
It’s done very well.

BOY 2 turns around. GIRL 1 is leaning against the bathroom


wall. she walks over to her side of the bed, lets her hair
loose and puts the hair clip down. BOY 2 smiles thinly.

BOY 2
(gesturing his tattoo)
Yea, the guy was good.

BOY 2 walks towards GIRL 1.

BOY 2
(gesturing the sketch book)
You drew me a good one, too.

GIRL 1 shrugs. she lights a cigarette. BOY 2 takes out a


joint. she lights it for him. she stares at his tattoo. he
stares at her for a while, then turns and put his t-shirt on.
she looks out through the window. as BOY 2 gets dressed and
ready to leave, she cast a glance at the sketchbook he left on
the bed. she smiles very thinly.

INT. CAR B – APPROACHING DAWN


BOY 1 is seen still sitting with the same position. his
handheld is even still in his hand, hanging down. it’s 4:34
a.m. the sky has a very light shade of the coming sunrise. he
is still staring at the street in front of his house, now
completely empty.

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.

BOY 1 presses few buttons on his handheld, then press it on


his ear.

EXT. GIRL 1’S HOUSE – APPROACHING DAWN

music score: Peter Doherty – I Am The Rain

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.

INT. CAR C – APPROACHING DAWN

music score continues as the song from radio.

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 snaps awake.


BOY 4
Look, if you want to just go home and rest—

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 stares as BOY 3 in disbelief.

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 opens the car door. BOY 4 hits break immidiately. in a


couple of seconds BOY 3 is already knocking the driver’s door.
BOY 4 lets him in and slides to the side with disbelief. BOY 3
sits on the driver’s seat with a satisfied look. he turns off
the car engine.

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 starts to let loose.

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 4 stares at him, then finally he laughs slowly. BOY 3


laughs with him. the humor comes slowly, as they’re letting
loose, but surely.

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!!!

EXT. STREET – APPROACHING DAWN

Car C reignites. it is almost ready to roll again, but the car


goes dead suddenly.
(beat)
Car C tries again. this time it works. the music from the
radio plays again. it drives away.

INT. CAR A – APPROACHING DAWN

music scores continues.

BOY 2 is seen driving. he looks like he’s thinking. his


handheld beeps the second time, this time he completely
ignores it. he stares at his tattoo once more.

(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.

INT. CAR B – DAWN

music score continues and ceases here.

BOY 2 takes his handheld off his ear, sighs, seems to be


giving up. he stares at his handheld for a while. then, as if
deciding something rash, he turns on his car light. and as he
dials another number, he makes a u-turn and drives away.

INT. GIRL 1’S ROOM – DAWN

the ipod deck is playing Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s


Parties. GIRL 1 is smoking next to the window, leaning against
the wall. she is looking outside. the sunrise is coming in few
minute now. she turns to look at her bed. her sketchbook lies
there, opened. the page shows a scribbling around a square-
shape empty space, with cellotapes left on the sides. the
corner of her mouth moves slightly, but her eyes turns softer.
the door of her bedroom flies open. her BROTHER pokes his head
in.

BROTHER
(sleepily)
Morning.

GIRL 1
Morning.

BROTHER
(smiling)
You keep smoking in the house, I can smell
it across the corridor.

BROTHER walks away, seemingly still sleepy. GIRL 1 only nods.

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.

INT. GIRL 2’S ROOM – DAWN


music score: Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s Parties (from
GIRL 1’S ipod deck).

the room is very tidy. on the bedside table there are a


handheld, an empty can of sterile milk and a frame collage of
GIRL 2’s photos with STRANGERS, most probably people she knows
outside the group. GIRL 2 is sleeping. the sunrise casts a ray
through the opening. she opens her eyes slowly, woken up by
the light. she rises slowly, looking at the source of sun ray.
brushing one eye she takes her handheld from the bedside
table.

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.

INT. GIRL 3’S LIVING ROOM – DAWN

music score: Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s Parties (from


GIRL 1’S ipod deck).

the corridor is still as BOY 1 left it before. sun rays are


beginning to come in from the balcony. there is a thudding
sound from behind GIRL 3’s closed bedroom door. a while later,
it flies open and GIRL 3 is seen tumbling out of the room, a
joint on one hand. she lights the cigarette. as she blows out
the smoke, she turns to look at her living room.

POV GIRL 3:
the living room, still odd but at least the clutters are gone,
all the stuff are stacked neatly.

GIRL 3 continues smoking as she stares at the living room.


amused, she smiles, shaking her head.

EXT. BOY 2’S PLACE – DAWN

music score: Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s Parties (from


GIRL 1’S ipod deck).

Car A is parked in front of a spacious house with many


vegetations. the driver’s door is open. BOY 2 is reaching for
his stuff inside the car. he has just arrived. as he emerges,
he brings the polaroid photo he took from GIRL 1’s sketchbook
on one hand. leaning against the car, door still opened, he
stares at it, studying it. he turns his head to the sky. the
sun is about to rise. he chuckles to himself. he throws the
polaroid photo back into his car, slamming the door, and walks
into his house.

INT. CAR B – DAWN

music score: Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s Parties (from


GIRL 1’S ipod deck).

BOY 1 is driving. the sun is about to rise. he looks ahead,


searching for something, he finds it. smiling cheerfully, he
drives through, and finally arrives. he stops the car, turning
the engine off. with a widening smile in each movement, he
unlocks the car and steps out.

EXT. A TOLL WAY OVER LOOKING THE CITY – DAWN

music score: Velvet Underground’s All Tomorrow’s Parties (it


should turn into a genuine backsound without noise here).

BOY 3 and BOY 4 are staring far off, overlooking something.


they are smoking cigarettes. they never turn to look at each
other, but there is a shared happiness between them. there is
a noise from their left side. they both turn their head.

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...

They make some low-fives.

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.

they stare at the rising sun again.

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

* i forgot to add, why the music score is important is because


if you notice, they’re continuous as we jump from one
character’s scene to another. it’s a way to show how the
timing’s related with one another, cause i dont wanna use too
many clock shoots. hopefully you guys saw this without me
explaining it. cheers.

* also i’m still wondering if the location is in jakarta but


its written in english, it’ll be tacky. But im at complete
lost with bhs indo.

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