A high school auditorium.
Students sit awaiting a play.
The teacher, Mrs. Groenfeld, pulls out her cell phone and starts lecturing the students.
MRS. GROENFELD
Turn your damn cell phones OFF. You hear me? OFF. Not silent, not vibrate. I don’t want to hear any vibrations during the play. These are REAL actors for a change. Not your friends. These people are from England. They do real theater, not the crap that Mrs. Rhinebeck puts on every year. These are trained Shakespearian actors, here for your enjoyment. So turn your cell phones off. And no text messaging, either. Cause they can see that on stage. And the people around you can see it, too. And it’s disturbing to your colleagues who actually want to be here and actually want to see the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production of “Love’s Labour’s Lost” and actually want to make something with their lives. Oh, and y’all better take notes, because something tells me I think there’s gonna be a quiz on this tomorrow.
One student, SOUPY, is fumbling around with his wallet.
MRS. GROENFELD
Soupy, are you listening to me?
SOUPY mumbles something.
MRS. GROENFELD
Good.
Across the aisle from SOUPY is a large black woman.
SOUPY
(to the woman)
Hello.
She nods at him.
SOUPY
Yo, I got what you want.
BLACK WOMAN
What?
SOUPY
You want some of this, don’t you?
He holds out a small baggie full of marijuana.
BLACK WOMAN
How’d you know I want that?
SOUPY
‘Cause you’re a woman and I’m a man.
BLACK WOMAN
What?
SOUPY
I’ll give it to you on the cheap.
BLACK WOMAN
How much?
He mouths the number to her. We can’t see.
STUDENT #1
Miss! Soupy’s doing a drug deal!
MRS. GROENFELD
Soupy is special. He probably doesn’t even know what drugs are.
STUDENT #1
But Miss, look!
The transaction has already been made. SOUPY sits, silently staring into oblivion.
MRS. GROENFELD
Soupy, we’re you participating in a transaction using illegal substances?
SOUPY mumbles something.
MRS. GROENFELD
See? He doesn’t even know what that means.
She walks away.
SOUPY grabs STUDENT #1 by the throat.
SOUPY
If you EVER do that to me again, my boys will kill you.
SOUPY releases the student. The play begins.
Blackout.
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