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Act 6

(Later at Daz's) 

Greg: Alliance?

Bastian: Well we get on well, don’t we? Why not? 

Greg: I just wanna leave the competition alive that's all.

Bastian: Me too. 

Greg: Bastian why aren't you a chav? 

Bastian: Well I just knew when I started school, I was never meant to be like that, it was hard but being true to myself was the most important factor…

Chantelle (from distance): WHOEVER SAID THAT SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

Greg: God in the great blue sky, it's scary how things like that can be heard from miles away in this town. 

Bastian: So anyway, Greg, no need to ask about you.

Greg: You knew me, like before you met me? 

Bastian: Well no in a matter of speaking, there is always a lot of gossip about you, not by name, but also tagged as the fucking hillbilly that arrived at this town and is beginning to fuck things up for us. 

Greg: How’d you know that would be me? 

Bastian: Greg, you're the only southern american around in a 1000 mile radius. I know they were discussing you. 

Greg: Great I'm so popular I see, anyhow the third task, it's at your school right? 

Bastian: That would be correct.

Greg: Any idea what it might be? 

Bastian: No idea at all… 

(Saturday) 

George: (on phone): Come on Greg pick up 

(Meanwhile) 

Bastian: … Did you know that you produce enough saliva in your life time, to fill three swimming pools? 

Greg: So you're tellin' me? That if I spat from when I was a little one, to when I was dead and buried, my spit would fill up three full swimming pools? 

Bastian: Yes.

Greg: That is crazy, tell me more… 

(Ignores his phone) 

(Back to George) 

George: (sighs) now who do hang around with… 

(Lucy then conventionally comes around the street corner) 

George: My prayer is answered.

Lucy: Hi George, where's Greg? 

George: Hanging with that... ugh Bastian. Where are your friends?

Lucy: Hanging with that... ugh Claire. From Greenwood you know? the emo girl.  

George: Aren't you a nun anymore? (Noticing she is no longer in her nun robes) 

Lucy: No I'm not,  it seems no matter what I do I just can't seem to impress anyone lately. I tried to say a prayer to that Wilhelmina yesterday, over her dead friend Mary and then she snaps at me I've been taking too long and I'm being disrespectful and storms off… I mean I do all I can to impress people.

George: Well you know (has to make morale decision to back Lucy up and then become her boyfriend, but then Lucy will become like her old dependent self, or encourage her to be independent and not become her boyfriend)

George (sighing): Lucy, you need to stop trying to impress people. 

Lucy: What? 

George: It’s just you brilliant 99% of the time, but you've hit a rough patch and you need to show people that your own person, well someone independent, who doesn't need a boyfriend, or needs to be a nun for that matter.

Lucy: So you're saying… 

(Sarah bounds up to them) 

Sarah: Would you like gingers for justice… 

Lucy and George: FUCK OFF! 

Sarah: God, so rude. 

(Walks off) 

Lucy: So you're saying… I should… 

George: Forget Dean and Elliot, just go befriend Imogen again, then you work your way back to Dean and Elliot if you want too, but… 

Lucy: But…?

George: You know what? you don't have to listen to me word by word. do what you feel is right.

(Lucy hugs George)

Lucy: Thanks friend I guess I will.

(Skips off) 

George: What the hell did I just do? (Walks off) 

George (thinking): I should have just told her how not to feel sorry for herself and then snogged her face off, still (pulls out “How to Get a girlfriend who will become your wife… for dummies”) this really did help with that speech, now I just have to wait 6 months to a year and she might kiss me! 

(Walks off excited…) 

(Sunday) 

Jack: HA! YOU LOSE! 

Elliot: Fuck this FIFA's trash! 

Claire: Oh you just upset you lost Ellie-dunkins. 

Dean: Ellie-dunkins? 

Elliot: The name depresses me. 

Claire: I like it, come on Elliot.

(They leave to go upstairs) 

Rhys: Are they? 

(Hears banging) 

Dean: Oh yes, well done mate, well done Elliot! finally lost his virginity, after 5 years chasing that hoe and with a new girlfriend you lose it after 5 minutes. 

(Jack and Rhys stare at him) 

Dean: What? 

Jack: You are aware you're speaking to yourself? 

Dean: Erm, I'm not mad… so err where's your girlfriend Jack?

Jack: You know me and Florence broke up.

Rhys: Again, you'll be back together soon.

Jack: Where's your girlfriend Rhys? 

Rhys: Oh she's probably… 

(Door bursts open, Sarah and Thomas storm in cut, bloody in torn clothes with wide eyes) 

Sarah: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU! 

Rhys: (timidly) Ermm babe are you alright?

Sarah: Oh yes I've never been fucking better! 

Thomas: I had to save Sarah here from a bunch of pit bulls that were unleashed on the gingers, lots were slaughtered, it was horrible… 

Sarah: And it was so nice my boyfriend was there for emotional support!

Rhys: Sarah this is hard on me! 

Sarah: Oh you poor soul.

Jack: Can you please not bicker? Or I am I asking for too much?

(Imogen walks in) 

Rhys: Whose this Jack? You're new girlfriend?

Imogen: It's Imogen you fool! Jack invited me to this sleepover and no I'm not his girlfriend so don't jerk off at the thought.

 Rhys: What, why are you here then? 

Jack: Imogen's safe she isn't like Florence.

Imogen: Finally someone who understands.

Jack: So anyhow Thomas how is Asif? 

Thomas: Just relived to be out of the contest and alive.

Imogen: Oh God I wish I was, mum's training me to the death.

Dean: Wait who is your mum? 

Imogen: The Queen. I just had to finish my training session with Prince Harry and William.

Dean: Really?

Imogen: No, Jesus you're starting to sound like Chelsea.

Rhys: Hey Jack what you doing? 

(Jack hides something under his shirt) 

Jack: Nothing.

Sarah: Any idea on the third challenge then? 

Dean: Hordes of gingers? 

Sarah: Ha, ha so funny (slaps Dean)

Imogen: I have no idea but it ain't gonna be good.

(The next day the third task at Greenwood) 

Suzanne: ...and here we are at the third task of the Penti-Present tournament, which is said to be the biggest so far, yet the funders of this contest remain anomalous…  

(A passing Thomas overhear's this) 

Thomas: Well that was strange, something about not knowing who funded this thing. 

George: Probably Frank Tibet himself. 

Lucy: His in prison George, he couldn't.

Florence: Thou art begging the question who did thy sin? 

Jack: Oh you think this is a sin now? 

Helpless TA: Only because she can't get her snidy little fingers all over the cameras.

Chelsea: Helpless TA, you need to learn to vent your anger out in different ways. 

Aaron: I never thought I'd hear Chelsea say “Learn” to any other living thing.

Ryan: Me too man. Anyhow come on Gordon… 

John: That's fake… 

Jaya: ...and gay, please be quiet we are trying to observe this task. 

John: But…?

Thomas: Jaya has spoken your argument is invalid.

Asif: I just glad to be on the side-lines and not in that tournament anymore.

Sanjay: As-if. 

Charmaine: (Without warning) Oi Florence! what ya doing!?

(Florence quickly hides something under her shirt)  

Florence: Nothing.

Andrew: Florence you never do nothing.

Florence: Well I am now.

Andrew: I'm losing interest in you.

Dean: Well Lucy you ain't a nun no more.

Lucy: No I'm not, I want to apologise to you, well everyone, but firstly Imogen.

Dean: Wow you didn't overkill the apology this is new.

Lucy: I know you hate me for what I said, but can we at least try to be civil. I'm not a complete witch you know? 

Chantelle: That can be debated.

Dean: Chantelle shut up, I dunno Lucy… maybe? 

(Meanwhile Backstage) 

Gordon: Well what is the task…? 

Mrs Conrad: I can reveal you will get a sinking sensation… 

Gordon: I DON’T WANNA SINK! 

Elliot: Anything else we should know?

Kyle: I can kill in there.

Leanne: So can I.

Natasha: And me.

Timmy: Me too.

Harold: All five of us in case you haven't noticed.

Imogen: Thanks for reminding me, Harold my man, I could never count to five otherwise...

(Outside the crowd is cheering) 

Announcer: WELCOME! WELCOME! TO THE THIRD TASK OF THE PENTI- PRESENT TOURNAMENT, TODAY'S TASK IS FAIRLY SIMPLE, THE 15 REMAINING COMPETITORS WILL HAVE TO SWIM TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RESERVOIR AT THE BACK OF THE SCHOOL, CAMERAS WILL RECORD THEIR PROGRESS, EACH COMPETITOR SHALL WEAR A DIVING OUTFIT.

Gordon: I'M HYDROPHOBIOC! 

Mrs Conrad: Shut up you skinny life form! 

Announcer: AND THEY MUST REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE RESERVOIR TO COLLECT THE 10 STARS THERE, THE COMPETITORS WHO REACH THE STARS FIRST AND GET TO THE SURFACE FIRST, WILL PROCEED TO THE FOURTH CHALLENGE. HOWEVER THERE IS A WAY TO DIE IN THIS TASK, AS EACH COMPETITOR WILL BE GIVEN KNIVES!

Imogen:  How original… 

Announcer: AND THEY MAY USE THIS KNIFE, TO STAB OR CUT OFF ANOTHER COMPETITORS AIR SUPPLY! ONCE ALL THE STARS HAVE BEEN COLLECTED OR FIVE ARE DEAD! THE TASK ENDS, ARE YOU COMPETITORS READY?

Greg: No but what the hell… 

Bastian: I'm swimming for the surface, if my air supply gets cut, were still in an alliance Greg. 

Greg: Course, let's do this.

Elliot: That sounded wrong… 

Imogen (in diving suit): How original is this? An underwater task, very Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire if you ask me and what's last? a task with a maze at Black Crest, with a trophy in the middle?

Official: Err… no don't be daft…   

Wilhelmina (from side-lines): Thinking about this logically how…? 

Mrs Conrad: … is this physically possible? I'd ask you the same question, about how you're still alive in this town with your ludicrous name.

Wilhelmina: It's upper class.

Mrs Conrad: Exactly.

Greg (peering at water): This is a reservoir? The water's blacker than the spots on my cows back home!

Imogen: The black lake... very Harry Potter like now...

Greg: If this is reservoir, what are the sewers like?

Gordon: Not very nice to say the least, trust me I've been down there. 

Announcer: ON YOUR MARKS GET SET… GO! 

(They all dive in) 

(Greg swims) 

Greg (thinking): God this water is black, I guess this is Mortdale pollution all right, I can't see a thing, hang on whose that? 

(He sees Kyle and another boy brawling underwater) 

Greg (thinking): Don’t wanna approach that, okay just keep swimming, just keep swimming, thinking finding Nemo here, reach the bottom, damn I'm so slow, wait who's that? 

(Looks at figure shooting upwards with his star) 

Announcer: AND HERE HE IS! GORDON HARRIS  IS  IN FIRST ONCE AGAIN! 

(Chavs cheer) 

Announcer: AND HERE COMES DAVID! FROM THE SECONDARY SCHOOL OF MORTALY- DALE, TAKING SECOND PLACE, OH HELLO WHAT'S THIS… YES KYLE AND LEANNE HAVE MANAGED TO KILL DAVE FROM MORTDALE SECONDARY SCHOOL AND YES THE CHALLENGE CONTINUES… 

(Back underwater) 

Greg (thinking): This silence is unnerving, wait is that the ground… 

(Touches floor) 

Greg: (thinking) a star, a yellow one, (pulls at it until it comes loose, hears a swoosh behind him, he turns to see Bastian) 

(Greg smiles, Bastian is about to smile back but then his face looks fearful, Bastian grabs his star as Greg turns and Kyle bounds right into Greg and slashes at him, cutting Greg's leg, Harold and Natasha, move in to finish Greg off, but Bastian breaks Natasha's air supply with a swish of his knife, a struggling Natasha drowns and dies). 

Harold: (Thinking): Fuck you… 

(He slices at Bastian, a passing Imogen with her star,slashes her knife at Harold from behind, his air supply is cut and he drowns and dies, Leanne bounds straight to Imogen and they engage in a brutal fight). 

Greg (thinking): Shit, (he lifts Bastian on his shoulder) just swim up… up… 

Announcer: TWO MORE DEAD, NATASHA AND HAROLD, THAT LEAVES TWO MORE TO BE ELIMINATED! 

(Back underwater, Imogen flees Leanne, but she and Kyle swim faster and reach the surface first) 

Kyle: We should have stayed and killed the rest of them! 

Leanne: Babe next time, I promise ya, plus Timmy's still down there.

(Imogen is next to reach the surface) 

(Down below)

Elliot (thinking): Got my star, got my…

(he turns and is heartbroken to see a dead Claire floating nearby, he turns and finds the killer Timmy grinning at him,  enraged he strikes) 

(Meanwhile) 

Greg (thinking): Come on… come on…

(Pushes himself and Bastian forward and upwards, he struggles with his wounds but finally they both reach the surface) 

(Back underwater) 

(Elliot and Timmy are in a brutal bloody fight, but Elliot makes a brutal kill, in his anger he slices Timmy's head off,  alone with his mere knife.) 

Elliot (thinking): Revenge….    

The End

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