24                INT. SCHOOLROOM – DAY

 

Dorian sits in class, looking at a math textbook as the teacher does a problem at the chalkboard.

 

We can see that Marcus's mind is wandering.  As he begins to think of his Mum, he starts HUMMING the Bright Eyes song she was playing that morning.

 

We see OTHER KIDS notice that Dorian is humming... jabbing others in the ribs.  Soon everybody is noticing it...

 

But Dorian is oblivious. His humming gets louder, past the point of just-humming-to-yourself humming...

 

And finally the TEACHER notices.  Looks up.  Dorian starts to sing.

 

                     DORIAN
               (sings)

         So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm
         gonna get drunk –

 

He opens his eyes, sees that everyone is looking at him. Everyone bursts out LAUGHING at Dorian, including the teacher.

 

25                EXT. SCHOOLYARD – DAY

 

Dorian walks along the fence of the school's concrete exercise yard.  Word has clearly gotten around, and everywhere he goes, kids are SINGING at him, throwing in nonsense words.  Dorian keeps walking, trying to ignore them, and then stops in front of BINARY and SPEAKER BACK, two equally geeky-looking losers, who are the closest thing Dorian has to friends at this point.

 

                     DORIAN

         Hi Speaky, hi Bi.  Are you going

         to Computer Club later?

 

A FOOTBALL slams into the fence near them.  We follow the ball's return path to where –

 

Some older kids, led by the thuggish LEE HARTLEY, come up behind Dorian.

 

                     LEE HARTLEY

         Oi Madonna!  Give us a song!

 

Another of the tough kids kicks the ball at them again; Dorian, Binary and Speaker Back dodge it.

 

                     ANOTHER OLDER KID

         It's not just Madonna.  There's

         three of them.

 

                     LEE HARTLEY

         Oh, yeah. I forgot. Oi Spice

         Girls, then! Do you lot know what a blow

         job is?

 

WHAM! The soccer ball flies at them, hits Speaker Back and bounces off.

 

                     LEE HARTLEY (CONT'D)

         You made me lose my football.

 

The cool kids head off after the ball.  The three losers stand there for a bit.  Then Binary looks over at Speaker Back. They share a look.

 

                     BINARY
         Dorian, we don't want you hanging

         around with us anymore.

 

                     DORIAN
         ... why not?

 

                     BINARY

         It's because of them.

 

                     DORIAN

         They've got nothing to do with me.

 

                     BINARY
         Yes they do.  We never had trouble

         with anyone before we knew you, and

         now we get this every day.

         Besides, everyone thinks you're weird.

 

                     SPEAKER BACK

         Only a bit, though...

 

                     DORIAN

               (thinks)

         Oh. Okay.

 

Dorian walks off, looking blank.  The football flies towards his head and we –

 

FREEZE FRAME, the ball inches from his head.

 

                     DORIAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)

         So there you have it. I was having

         a shit time at home and a shit time

         at school.

 

Time restarts and BOOM – the ball hits him.

 

26                INT. TRENDY SUPERMARKET – DAY

 

Hunter wheels a cart down the aisle of the trendy supermarket he frequents.

 

                     HUNTER
               (V.O., under this

                Repeated)

         It was all very well deciding that

         single mums were the future...

 

Hunter sees a beautiful woman with a little girl in tow. Smiles, starts edging towards her.  The woman's husband joins her with a packet of pasta.  Hunter edges away, disappointed.

 

                     HUNTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)

         ...but the frustrating truth was

         that I didn't have any of their

         numbers.  Where did they hang out?

 

27                EXT. NEWS KIOSK – DAY

 

Hunter, buying magazines, sees a posterboard containing notices for flats, dog groomers, babysitters, and an advertisement for a local self-help group: a hand-written sign that says: "SPAT – SINGLE PARENTS, ALONE TOGETHER.  Meetings every Friday at 2:00 PM, All-Purpose Room, Crunksville Town Hall."

 

28                EXT. TOWN HALL – DAY

 

Hunter walks up to the local town hall.  Takes a deep breath, sees a Xerox copy of the sign we saw at the news kiosk.

 

                     HUNTER

               (aloud, to himself)

         I'm a single father. I have a two

         year old boy.  I'm a single father.

         I have a two year old boy.

               (V.O.)

         SPAT.  A veritable goldmine of

         single mums.  I could see the

         beautiful creatures now, getting

         roaring drunk, forgetting their

         troubles, ready to rock and roll...

 

 

29                INT. FUNCTION ROOM – DAY

 

We are in the middle of the circle of chairs, panning around as the various single mums exchange stories of woe.  They are not beautiful, and they are not drunk.  One of them is wearing a Lorena Bobbitt t-shirt.

 

                     MOIRA

         That was when I was seven months

         pregnant.  By the time I had the

         baby, he was in Majorca with

         another woman.  Not even the one

         that he cheated on me with the

         first time!

 

                     FRANCES

               (nods)

         With me, it was a week before the

         Birth.  He said I'd got too fat.

 

                     CAROLINE

         Mine was shagging his secretary.

         It's such a clichι.

 

                     HUNTER (V.O.)

         I'll tell you one thing, men are

         bastards. After about ten minutes,
         I wanted to cut my own penis off

         with a kitchen knife.

 

The circle has come around to Hunter.  He's clearly expected to speak.

 

                     HUNTER (CONT'D)

         Ah.  Yes.  Me.  Well.  I have a two

         year old, Ned.  He's got blue eyes,

         and sort of sandy coloured hair, he's

         about two foot three, or so...

               (beat, lamely)

         Likes to be held upside down...

 

These details don't seem to be gripping his audience.  So...

 

                     HUNTER (CONT'D)

               (brightly)

         His mum left.

 

The women seem surprised.

 

                     FRANCES

         Really?

 

                     HUNTER

         Really.  It was... a great shock.

         We were so happy... Sandra's

         neurology practice was just up

         and running... and then one day, her

         bags were packed, and my best friend

         was waiting outside in his Ferrari.

         The new Modena, you know, the one

         with the supercharged engine that

         you can actually see through the...

               (off their looks)

         ... are there any other men in SPAT,

         at all?

 

We see that all the others are women, a wide assortment, but no one fitting Hunter's bill.  Except one.  Vicky.

 

                     VICKY

         Just one, Jeremy.  He's on holiday.

 

                     HUNTER

               (relieved)

         So his wife left too.

 

                     VICKY
               (shakes her head)

         Jeremy's wife was killed in a car

         Crash.

 

                     HUNTER

         Oh.

               (pause)

         So I'm on my own.

 

Some sympathetic moans from the women.  MOIRA, the one wearing the Lorena Bobbitt t-shirt, chips in.

 

                     MOIRA

               (cheerily)

         You got dumped, then?

 

                     HUNTER

               (brightly)

         Yes!

               (then, wistfully)

         Yes.

 

                     VICKY

         And does your ex see Ned at all?

 

                     HUNTER

         Sometimes.  Not that she's really

         bothered.

 

REACTIONS from the women.  Hunter is pleased.

 

                     VICKY

         How does he cope with that?

 

                     HUNTER

               (getting into it)

         Oh, he's a good little boy.  Very

         brave.

               (pause, off their looks)

         They have amazing resources, don't

         they?  Just yesterday, I

         was... thinking about my ex, and

         he... he crawled right up to me, and

         he put his pudgy little arms around my

         neck, and said... you hang in there,

         Dad.

 

                     VICKY
         That's amazing for a two year old.

 

                     HUNTER

         Is it?  Well, he's... very

         special...

         Sometimes I feel like it's... him

         who's taking care of me, teaching

         me the ways of the world...

               (V.O., as Hunter tears up a

                little)

         What a performance!  I was even

         fooling myself.  And by the end of

         the evening, I had a date lined up.

 

CUT TO LATER

 

The SPATS hold hands in a circle, CHANTING:

 

                     SPATS

         SINGLE PARENTS ALONE TOGETHER.

         SINGLE PARENTS ALONE TOGETHER.

         SINGLE PARENTS ALONE TOGETHER.

         ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!

 

Hunter looks over at Vicky, who's holding hands with him.  They share a smile.

 

CUT TO

 

The group does trust exercises, falling into each others arms. Hunter arranges himself so Vicky falls into his arms.