Dead Kids

Finally.

I hope it's okay I leave my shoes on.

They're a gift from my dad.

These are worth more than your lives.

You know, I always thought my dad would be the one to bring me here first.

But he's always busy.

It feels like he doesn't have time for me anymore.

I still love the guy, you know? He's my dad.

I just wish he was there more.

What about you guys?

You all got daddy issues?

Kimmy?

Clarize?

What the fuck?

I feel you, man.

Go!

Drink that shit right now! Go!

-Drink up! -Yo, come on.

Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner.

I just thought it would be more productive

if there's three of us throwing lines at each other.

Hey, just order anything. Anything, my treat.

-I got you covered. -Sure.

-We barely hang out together. -You know, it's my first time here.

Seriously?

It's just two blocks away from Padua. It's such a chill place to hang out.

You've never been here before?

Sta. Maria.

Always the dead kid.

At least I benefit from it.

Hey, that's right. Congratulations!

You got accepted at UP?

I was hoping for Ateneo.

But I'm still waiting for the application for a full scholarship.

Oh, well.

Everyone has their own ways.

But meanwhile...

I need you guys to help me get into UP.

Next month is the screening for their performing arts program.

And I need a lot of practice.

It seems like you're too serious about this...

-Drama Fest. -Mark!

This is the last one for our entire high school lives

and I don't intend on losing this year.

So, as my co-actor...

Co-actor's understudy.

Whatever!

I need you guys to take this seriously. Okay?

Well, I'm here.

I know.

You're a good friend, Sta. Maria.

You always have been.

Oh, shit, man.

Oh, shit, man. Oh, shit.

Yo, I'm sorry.

Look, I didn't see you there,

Understudy.

How are you, man?

-Are you going to replace me? -In my dreams, Chuck.

It's a good thing that you know, bro.

Wait, what's this? A price tag? The fuck, it's new! Wait, what is this?

-Wait, let me see. -Chuck.

-Oh, shit. Department Store? -Chuck, can you stop it?

Enough!

-Well, okay. Sorry. -You guys are acting like kids.

Are we going to throw lines or not?

Oh, right.

Change of plans.

The thing is, this is just our pregame here.

So we are all going to head to 2020 if you're coming with us.

Are you high?

2020? A night club?

I just felt like it's a more conclusive place to...

-More conducive. -read the script, you know?

-What the fuck? You a walking thesaurus? -Chuck, please stop?

We're not going to 2020. We're reading the script here.

Okay, look.

Just come with me. I'll get you on the guest list.

We're going to have fun. Let's drink some shots.

We'll get crazy. And Monday...

I promise, we'll rehearse, okay? On Monday!

On our dress rehearsal, I swear.

I don't know, Chuck.

I swear, I got you.

Monday.

Dress rehearsals. You promise?

Okay, guys, let's go. The tab is on me.

Yeah, that's my shit, bro.

Hey, yo, Blanco. We're leaving. Let's go.

I'll pass this time, bro. You guys go on.

You're bailing on me right now?

What the fuck? This guy. Son of a bitch.

My dad's your godfather, and you're going to fucking bail on me now?

Son of a bitch. You're drunk again, asshole.

So, guys, befriend a cop's son.

So you can get away with anything. Fuck!

Wait. How about Sta. Maria?

What about him?

Can't you put him on the guest list?

Are you coming, bro?

-I'll pass. -Wait, you're not coming?

I have to do something. And I need to get it done.

Come on, Mark.

Just this once.

Pass.

Bro, are you sure? Are you sure about that?

Don't you have a car, bro?

No.

Well, we can give you a ride. We can drop you off somewhere--

I'll bring him home.

-Blancs, are you sure? This guy? -Yeah, let's go.

-This fucking guy. You serious? -Let's go have a smoke, man.

-Let's go! -Okay, man.

You're in good hands, bro.

See you, Sta. Maria.

Yo, say hi to Uncle Manny for me, okay?

"Seven Black Roses" by Chicosci.

This is Captain Jack at your service.

It's ten in the evening, time for our call...

Excuse me, brother.

Rock.

You guys live here?

Just me.

You live alone?

It's my Aunt's place.

I'm just renting it.

Cool.

-Hello? - My son?

-Oh, my God, Paolo. -Why did you even bring me here?

-There's nothing wrong with the place. -It's so mosquitoey. Oh, my...

-Besides, it's all that I can afford. -Hi.

It's okay. The place is fine.

Mom, what if she's asking for the rent?

-So cute. -We're going to head out now.

It's just a little hot, but it's so nice.

-And the rent we paid last time-- -We'll head out. Bye.

wasn't enough.

No wonder she's always mad at me.

Congratulations.

But, Mom...

you have to explain to Aunt Bebe.

Mom.

I got accepted into UP.

Hey, what's up, Janina! She's getting lit.

We're going to... Hey!

- What's up, girl? - 2020!

And, Maldo, drive the fuck up, bro!

What up?

And we got Janina! We're all fucking wasted!

- Paduans 2020, let's go! - Paduans!

Fucking Chuck Santos in the motherfucking building!

On the way to 2020, let's go! Janina, what's good? You good?

- Shot. - Shot? Okay.

THE RAPE OF THE MOTHERLAND

Kage Bunshin technique!

-Shit. -Pussy!

Man, I'm not fucking with you, dude. Last night was so fucking lit.

You should see the girl. You see the girl I'm dancing with?

Holy shit, bro.

History, like most classes you take here in San Antonio de Padua...

You should've seen Janina's ass. It was bouncing...

-all over town, bro. -...is a science.

It is a social science.

-Formulas can be derived in history. -The chick you talked to?

-Equations, problems. -She was like, "All right."

Solutions.

So, if you think you'll pass this class just by sheer memorization...

I don't give a fuck. If she wants to find me, she will.

-Really? -They're checking the--

You're wrong!

Fucking hell.

Mr. Santos.

Sir.

Can you name a historical person you admire?

Anyone. Living, dead.

And why is that?

Nothing. He's an influencer, like me.

So...

And, I don't know. He talks like a boss, so...

He talks like he knows his shit.

Well, it's good to know that you have some interest in this class.

But I suggest you research more about the person you admire.

Because it's very clear that you have much to learn from history.

Anyway, homework.

Number one...

I want this in essay form.

Write a background

on the historical person you admire.

Where and when he grew up or she grew up.

Blancs!

Blancs!

-In the name of the Father, the Son-- -Pao!

and the Holy Spirit.

It's so tight!

What's up, bro?

How do I look?

Page 87. I told you to highlight that part.

This...

Oh, no. This won't do.

We collapsed the scene because the third act is too long.