Charmaine?
CHARMAINE: Things have been a bit tough lately Richard.
MERCER: Thatâs not good Charmaine.
CHARMAINE: No itâs not.
MERCER: And is there someone out there who could make things better?
CHARMAINE: Yes.
MERCER: You think he might be listening tonight?
CHARMAINE: I donât know.
MERCER/CHARMAINE: You can hope / I can hope.
MERCER: Thereâs always hope.
CHARMAINE: We used to listen to your show together Richard. After weâd had our tea.
MERCER: Iâm sure youâll listen together again Charmaine. And if that person out there is listening right now, what would you like to say?
CHARMAINE: Iâd like to say I miss you Tom. Nothing is the same now. Without you. We should have tried harder. [ Savage Garden âTruly Madly Deeplyâ plays softly. ]We could have spoken about things more and if you come backâ¦
We hear CHARMAINE break down. KELLY goes.
AISHA dances in front of the mirror. She practises moves for the party and sings along.
The music stops.
INDHU: What sort of party? Who are you going with? Whoâs going to be there?
AISHA: My brother stops, a shadow in the doorway.
INDHU: Aisha?
AISHA: He stares at me, at what Iâm wearing,
INDHU: Aisha?
AISHA: Listens to me lie, goes to his room to sit in the lonesome glow of Call of Duty.
INDHU: Youâre not wearing that are you?
AISHA: What do you expect me to wear Mum?
R and B music. SAM and KELLY dress provocatively for NAT âs party.
SAM/KELLY: Then.
SAM: We meet up at Kellyâs.
KELLY: Mumâs got stuff for us for the party
SAM: My mumâd never do that the bitch.
KELLY holds up UDLs in a shopping bag.
UDLs?
KELLY: Better than nothing.
SAM gets a message.
SAM: Trent wants to see my tits again.
KELLY: Heâs fully boring. He should shove the camera up his arse.
SAM: Look at what he sent meâ¦
They look at the phone screen and scream. AISHA arrives.
KELLY: Where you been?
AISHA: Cross-examination.
KELLY: Did the Hillsong story work?
AISHA: Yep.
SAM: You canât wear that. You need sexifying.
KELLY: Iâve got shit you can wear. Come on.
Music gets louder. KELLY and AISHA go. SAM dances and drinks quickly.
AISHA returns dressed in CHARMAINE âs porn star t-shirt and a skirt that resembles a napkin.
SAM: The Bombay Bitch! Photo!
The pose for a photo.
ALL: SKANKS!
SAM: Walk to the station for the five oâclock train.
KELLY: Aisha watches out for her mum.
SAM: She wouldnât recognise you hey?
AISHA: Then just before we go up the steps for the train. Outside the tattoo shop.
SAM points.
SAM: Fuck Aish, itâs your mum!
AISHA freezes.
Just kidding.
Frozen curry.
AISHA: You bitch.
SAM: Got ya!
KELLY: And weâre off!
AISHA: Train moves closer to the city the distant high rises takes shape singing /
The girls sing the chorus of âWe R Who We Râ by Ke$ha. They stop singing suddenly. They all drink UDLs and stare.
KELLY: Girl with a pram. Look.
Itâs Tatum.
SAM: Itâs not.
SAM/KELLY: It is.
KELLY: Tatum with her kid.
SAM: Sheâs ignoring us.
KELLY: Maybe we look so hot she doesnât recognise us.
KELLY smiles, waves.
Tatum shows off the kid. Whatâs his name?
TATUM: Bailey.
KELLY: Heâs fast asleep.
SAM: Itâs like heâs made of plastic.
TATUM: Not when he shits.
KELLY: Kid opens his eyes.
TATUM: It hurt when I had him.
SAM: She tells us she and Jed are happy.
TATUM: Heâs got an apprenticeship now. I was gonna come back to school butâ¦
KELLY: She doesnât even ask where weâre going. Train stops. She gets off.
They watch her leave.
SAM: She used to be real pretty you know.
KELLY: She still looks okay.
SAM: Na. Sheâs fat as fuck.
KELLY: Needs a personal trainer.
SAM: And some decent clothes.
KELLY: Wonder why she called him Bailey?
SAM: She was eyeing off our UDLs.
KELLY: What would it feel like to be pregnant you reckon?
SAM: Youâd have to be
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