The Rehearsal Page #5

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- No. No.

Help yourselves to food.

There's loads.

I'm just - excuse me -

grabbing the meat.

- You're excused.

- I'm not sure about that one.

- Yeah, it was amazing.

I mean, yeah.

- He could win the Grand Slam.

He definitely should win.

- Yes, and, uh...

- Do you want a drink?

- Oh, yes, please.

- Yes, please.

Anything with alcohol, please.

(whispering):
She's onto you.

- Hello. Hi. I'm Stephen.

- Hi.

- Pleasure... to meet you.

- Are you guys from the club,

are you?

- No.

But I love watching playing.

I love watching tennis.

It's a beautiful game.

- Um, Stanley and William

are at The Institute.

- Oh, that sounds interesting.

- On the table's fine.

- So what does that lead to?

- Fame, fortune.

(laughing)

(barking)

Hey!

Oh, hey.

What's that? What's that?

Yes. Come on. Yes.

- More of a rugby man, are you?

- Um, yeah. Yeah.

- Where did you two meet?

(William):
Hello!

- Oh, Mum.

(barking)

- Just asking.

(chuckling)

- You got a drink.

- Mm.

(William laughing)

- Come on.

(barking)

- Just help yourselves

to seconds, won't you, guys?

- Oh, thank you.

(whispering):
Hey. Hey.

Come here.

- Hey, how's it going?

- Good.

- Uh, Isolde says

you're a phenomenal player.

- Thanks.

Can I borrow your phone?

- Um, yeah. Sure.

Here.

- Thanks.

My sister really likes you.

- What's this?

- Oh, is it?

- Yeah! Good girl!

What's that?

Yeah!

(laughing)

Yes.

- Please don't. She...

she doesn't eat cooked food.

- Oh, good girl. Oh, hello.

- She'll get sick.

Hi. Could you not?

She really will get sick.

(buzzing)

- Hello?

- Must be...

- Hey, are... you okay?

- Yep, um...

I'm... I'm gonna go.

- Do... do you want me

to take you home?

- No, no, no, no, no.

(whispering):

Did you ask her yet?

Did you?

- Are you leaving?

- Yes. But he is staying.

Um. Thank you for, uh, party,

and the, um... the dog.

I love the dog.

- Bye.

He's pretty drunk.

- Yeah.

Hey, um...

Um... I better... split too.

Sorry, I... better go.

See if he's okay--

- It's okay.

- We'll talk later.

- Okay.

- Hey, thanks.

Uh, I had fun.

- Bye.

- Isolde is not here.

- I have a message for you...

from whoever you called.

That guy you rang on my phone,

he called back.

He wants you to call him.

- That's it?

Did he say anything else?

- Well, actually, he said for me

not to say this,

but he changed his mind.

- Well, what do you mean?

- That's what he said:

"I changed my mind."

- Have you told Isolde yet?

- No.

- Please don't.

I just... I don't think

she'd understand, you know?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

And thanks for finding me.

(soft, sensual music)

(moaning)

(moaning)

- Thank you. Thank you.

(background chatter)

(laughter)

Stanley, can I have a word?

- Oh, yeah,

I saw Throne of Blood.

Mifune is incredible.

- Yeah.

How old's your girlfriend?

You were spotted.

- Why?

- If you're having sex

and she's underage,

then one of my students

is breaking the law.

I can't be getting calls

from her school.

Come on. Focus on your work.

Don't blow it

over some schoolgirl.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I need that book back.

It's my teacher's.

Do you have it?

- Uh, no, it's at home.

What? You didn't tell me.

If you're trying to break up

with me, just say it.

- You're really beautiful.

Is it creepy, me thinking that?

- Why would you say that?

- Can I take your picture?

- No.

- Please?

(chuckling)

- I'll show you more

if we go somewhere private.

Sorry. It's okay.

(quirky pop music)

(music fading)

(birdsong)

(indistinct chatter)

(Michael):

You're no longer small.

Meld.

Expand.

And join.

Let skin...

move the skin.

- William's been involved

in an accident.

- Okay, uh, stop, please.

Can you sit up, please?

Thank you.

(groaning)

- I have bad news.

There's been an accident.

William was badly injured

in his car.

I'm... I'm very sorry.

(whispering):
The police

are here to talk to you.

- Sorry, wh-what do you mean?

- I'm sorry. William has died.

- What?

(Frankie sobbing)

(soft music)

- Borrowed his mum's car

and drove it

into Manukau Harbour.

Just heard the news.

They pulled the car out.

- All the trees on campus.

- Oh, wow.

That is so beautiful.

- Mm.

- Did you know

he was on Ritalin?

Maybe...

maybe he'd stopped taking it.

(music playing)

(background chatter)

- Is that the guy?

- Yeah.

- Hey.

(indistinct chatter)

- Should we... get a drink?

- Is that the tennis girl?

- Mm.

Falling

falling with the landslide

Life it's is a landslide

There's a river of souls

But right here

it's a landslide

(soft music)

Dust and dirt

Dust and dirt

Dust and dirt

Sea sky and dirt

Sea sky

and dirt

Ocean and dirt

The stars are all dirt

The stars

are all dirt

The stars are all dirt

And God is in the water

God is in the water

- Is that for him?

- No.

(music)

(background chatter)

- Hey.

What are you doing?

Can you go away, please?

- Jesus. See ya.

- No, I'm just drunk

I'm sorry. It's nothing.

Please, Stanley.

I really like you.

- What about her?

- I really, really like you.

- I liked you too.

- Then don't.

- You should... you should

probably just go home.

(high-octane music)

(cheering)

(music fading)

(soft piano music)

(Thomasin):
Everything's

about eating together now.

We do it like a ritual.

If we'd eaten together

from the beginning,

then Victoria would never have

accidentally on purpose

pressed herself against Saladin

as he adjusted her racquet grip,

and his hand went down,

down, down.

(music stops)

Bunny.

Oh, can I see the photo again?

She's totally into you.

Why? Is it porny?

- No.

- Yes.

If we'd eaten together

from the beginning,

then Victoria would never have

let her tiny buds

rub against his chest

for the briefest half-second.

(soft piano music)

If we'd eaten together,

Victoria would never have

sucked on his fingertips,

or pushed her tongue

down into the V

between his first two fingers...

...and made him gasp.

- Why do you play tennis?

- Hey, did you ditch her

because of the girl,

or because of this?

(scoffing)

- I'm-I'm too young

to have a younger girlfriend.

- Okay.

(soft piano music)

(phone chiming)

- Check it out.

(people roaring)

- We had to reapply

for our jobs.

- No way.

- We're in a time

of accelerated progress.

(voice exercises continue)

- So this is a test for you.

For you personally;

each and every single

one of you.

Only four weeks to go,

so no complacency.

I've just heard the school's

going to be on the news.

So we're all on show.

Now I know we may think

these opportunities are endless,

but what if...

this was it?

Do not squander this time.

Phillis.

- I heard we're not having

these weekly meeting anymore.

Is that true?

- Yes.

To free up the teachers to teach

and for you to all train.

- Why weren't we consulted?

- I think it's wrong.

I mean...

what do we stand for

as a school?

Shouldn't there be some

care for the student body?

- He's right.

(sighing)

- Of course... there is care.

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