Below is an excerpt from Social Studies, a candid look at the dynamic between a group of friends. Please be re-advised that this material may not be suitable for minors.

 

 

 

INT. IAN SCOOTS HOUSE - NIGHT

           

A large smokey drawing room lounge in a Georgian maisonette with a large Arthurian table in the centre. Large contempoary picture on the east facing wall with a battered chaise long on the south facing wall.

 

In front of the picture is a couple of turntables kicking out James Browns “Please, please, please”

 

 

Moochy

So whens Africas number one son arriving?

 

Gara

He said he would arrive between 7 and 9, not a precise time I hacent to add.

 

Blimp

Bloody Africans, and they wonder why it is we colonised them.  Never have I seen a race of people so out of tune with time.  In my days in the colony, .....

 

Gara

Colony; it’s Livingston over there.

 

Blimp

I frequently saw the kaffas arranging to meet “after the cock crows”; how I was sorely tempted to shoot that cock and f*@! that microcosm in one fell swoop.

 

Patience

Ofcourse, you are punctuality Blimp.

 

Blimp

I am where I say I am going to be when I say.

 

Patience

Bar flys lament, youre a f*@!in alcoholic, thats not a Newtonesque puzzle. The addict is never late for a date with his fix.

 

Johnny

That’s fighting talk that is.

 

Patience

Well, is there any need for his bigoted nonsence.

 

Blimp

H—o--w ....? I--s .....? your lovley wife, Andrew!

 

Patience

Point proved, incapable of intelligently holding a rational point of view or arguing for an irrational one, you turn to type; schoolyard jibes.

 

            Bell rings, enter RAMON.

 

RAMON

Sweet salutations all...  oops one exception; swaggering salutations Blimp.  Relapse revisited.  I thought the George Best pills were meant to curtail your insatiable lust for Lucifer’s liquid son.

 

Blimp

(muffled)

Smug kaffa.

 

RAMON

It’s great to be alive on days like this, good turn out on the social front; fags and alcohol a plenty with laughs only a few bottles away.  Anyone got any “tabs for the lads”.

 

 

Blimp

(Contemptuous)

See, can’t even afford to buy cigarettes, the f*@!g affront.

 

RAMON

Easy big guy, I have got a packet, oops packets, your chosen brand, Geordie tabs for all.

 

 

Ramon throws a carton of 20 packets of cigarrettes

 

 

Moochy

(Aside to Hudson}

Generous so and so, what a stand up guy.  It’s about time he bought some; if you didn’t know any better you would think that he was a f***in’ philanthropist.

 

Hudson

Just been paid Ramon.

 

Ramon turns to Hudson

RAMON

Flush mate.

 

 

hudson

Penny millionaire.

 

RAMON

RAMON looks across at Hudson acknowledging that he knows that this was a pop but laughs generously]

 

            That’ll be it.

 

Ramon looks at Johnny who has a open bottle of wine on the table.

 

Got a corkscrew, cheers.  Where is Petey boy?

 

Johny

Gorging himself on a diet of self-pity and prozac I imagine.

 

RAMON

I thought the world was now HIS after finally finding a gal to commune with on a regular basis.

 

Hatch

Yep, he's finally getting it regular.  

 

RAMON

A tad cruel but feed me Hatch and don’t dither, what’s she like.

 

Hatch

She’s eerr...

 

Gara

(sardonically)

Got a great personality.

 

Lads guffaw in approval.

 

Blimp

She would have to,to put up with “Kid Halitosis”. No wonder the sods depressed; decaying stumps for teeth, popped leather for skin.  All this is made worse by that infernal cowboy hat that he sees fit to wear, in Newcastle.

 

Biker

As if that was not enough he has the bare faced cheek to sport those jeans; so tight even a eunuch would shed a tear. 

Blimp

That’s why he wears them so tight; he reckons the ladies hanker for a quote on quote, “ma but cheeks in them there jeans.”  The boys a melody short of a song.

 

GARA

He’s a walking mess of dillusional contradictions.

 

BIKER

A testament to the legacy of a  marriage between pushy parents and a talentless child.

 

HATCH

Leave him alone.

 

MOOCHY

Why, anybody who wears that hat is fair game.

 

 

 

 

GARA

There is nothing worse for an aspirant middle class pushy parent than to see their last investment in social mobility, f*!@ it up by squandering endless opportunities. All those school fees, dashed.

 

BIKER

Dreams of their son gainfully employed in the square mile. Dashed.

 

Blimp

Goldman Sachs

Matty

Glaxo

 

moochy

The Law

 

hudson

BP

 

Blimp

Dreams of the bragging rights at the 19th hole of the Municipal golf course masquerading as a private members golf club.

blimp

Dashed.

BIKER

Any job with the word officer or at worst executive (not assistant) will have to do

 

Blimp

Realistic people

 

gara

And what does he end up doing, in his fathers words “You not only live with  the  lower classes but you have chosen to immerse yourself in their tawdry affairs by becoming

 

Blimp

A social worker

 

gara

Why have you done this to us, we do not deserve this. You imbecile”

 

RAMON

That’s beautiful, the be--trayaaal.

 

Joe

Thought he was an outreach worker?

 

Biker

Imagine telling these people that he was a social worker, WORKER, not the LAW, KPMG or even executive but worker.  They were mortified, imagine how they would be if he told them he was an outreach worker.

 

RAMON

He lied, why bother

 

biker

Because he wants to continue seeing them.  They will only see him at Xmas now.  He’s aleady cut from the will.

 

RAMON

Because he’s an outreach worker?

 

biker

Apathy Ramon, the boys weak in the head.  Can’t have that sort of thing amongst the troops.

 

RAMON

Thats deliciously tragic isn’t it, bet he loves his dad.

 

biker

Worships him

 

 

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