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** FEBRUARY 10TH - 1984 ** |
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*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 6:20 PM *** |
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| Greg is sitting at the dining room table with Ian and Polly. They are busy eating their dinner. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You're quiet today Polly. Cat got your tongue? |
| Greg stares at his stepdaughter curiously. Polly shrugs, pecking at her food. | |
| Polly Page: | Does it matter? |
| Greg Matthews: | If I say it matters, it matters. How was school today? |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Polly glares at Ian as he steals a roast potato from her plate. | |
| Ian Page: | What? I'm hungry and you're far too skinny to eat potatoes. They are men's food! |
| Polly Page: | Oi, pest! Now look, you're dribbling gravy all over the table! |
| Ian Page: | It's your fault for having so much gravy in the first place, Polly! |
| Greg interrupts. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Children, shut it. |
| Ian and Polly fall silent. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Did you pick up my fags from the corner store, Polly? |
| Polly rolls her eyes, slipping the packet from her pocket and tossing it across the table. | |
| Polly Page: | Happy? |
| Greg grunts his approval. Polly looks back at Ian as he mashes his food with his fork. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh will you stop that! Grow up! |
| Ian looks across at Polly with hurt in his eyes. | |
| Ian Page: | But if I don't mash it up it won't go down my throat properly and it gets all stuck! I wouldn't expect a stupid girl to understand. |
| Polly sighs, finishing her dinner. | |
| Greg Matthews: | How was school, Ian? |
| Ian relies enthusiastically. | |
| Ian Page: | It was brilliant! We got to cut up frogs in biology today! Canley Comp is the best! |
| Polly snorts. | |
| Polly Page: | And we're all a lot happier without you running around too! |
| Ian sticks his tongue out at Polly. | |
| Ian Page: | You're still stuck at that silly old school. I'm at Canley Comp and I don't have to put up with dumb girls any more. I'm in a gang known as the Meathooks! I'm the Chief Hook. |
| Ian looks proud of his title. | |
| Polly Page: | Now why doesn't that surprise me! |
| Greg Matthews: | That's lovely Ian. Now eat your dinner. |
| Greg and the rest of the family eat their meal in silence for a little while. Ian jumps up suddenly, almost knocking the table over in his excitement. | |
| Ian Page: | It's six thirty! Tucker's Luck will be starting! |
| Polly scoffs. Ian puts his plate on the sink and dashes out of the room. A few moments later the sounds of the TV filter through into the dining room. Polly calls out to him: | |
| Polly Page: | Don't leave wet marks on all the TV after kissing that blonde thing, will ya! |
| Ian yells out from the dining room in reply. | |
| Ian Page: | I do not! I do not kiss girls! You can get yukky things from kissing them. But Louise is different, she doesn't pretend to be clever like most girls! She knows she's dumb and that's what I like about her so nyah! |
| Ian turns the volume up as Greg and Polly finish their dinner. Polly stands after a few moments and rinses off her plate, waiting for Greg. He slowly gets to his feet and does likewise. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I have a little surprise for you Polly. If you're interested, of course. |
| Polly silently begins washing up, not so much as looking at him. | |
| Polly Page: | Go on. |
| Greg Matthews: | Well if you're not interested... You've been moping around non stop for the last couple of days, Polly. I'm sick of it. Don't tell me you finally got your period? |
| Polly Page: | It's not due for ages yet, what do you care? |
| Greg snorts. | |
| Greg Matthews: | It could have some bearing on the surprise I'm planning. How would you like to go to a party, Polly? |
| Polly looks very confused, slightly suspicious. | |
| Polly Page: | Explain. |
| Greg Matthews: | Well a few friends of mine are having a party for little girls and boys like you, tomorrow night. I thought you might like to come along. |
| Polly stacks the dishes on the drainer, sighing. | |
| Polly Page: | Do I have a choice? |
| Greg Matthews: | Not really. It's for your benefit, I thought it might be a bit of fun to help lift you out of this depression that you seem to have sunk into. But as I said, if you're not interested then forget it. |
| Polly Page: | What sorta party? |
| Greg sighs. | |
| Greg Matthews: | A kids party. You'll be meeting heaps of other kids like yourself and having fun with them. Do you like the sound of that? There will be a lot of party food there too. |
| Polly shrugs, looking more interested. | |
| Polly Page: | Is Ian going too? |
| Greg shakes his head firmly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | He can stay with his friend tomorrow night. Well? Last chance. |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Polly finishes the dishes and empties the sink, drying her hands. | |