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Fade in to the interior of Sexbat's flat. Sexbat moves slowly about the room putting things into boxes. Sexbat is obviously tired, as if he has been doing strenuous work all day. His voice, though cheerful, seems distant.
| Sexbat: | Hmm. That face you make. Look I so tired to your eyes? |
Cleggy is sitting in a corner, cramped by all the surrounding boxes, and, indeed, his look has been woeful. Caught, he tries to hide it. | |
| Cleggy | No... of course not. |
| Sexbat: | (tickled, chuckles) I do, yes, I do! Sick of this flat have I become. (Points his finger at Cleggy) When five years in Kings Cross you live, look as good you will not. Hmm? |
Sexbat chuckles at this, coughs, and walks over to his sofa. | |
| Sexbat: | Soon will I move house. Yes, Highgate. Earned it, I have. |
Sexbat clears a few small boxes off the sofa so he can sit down. | |
| Cleggy | Master Sexbat, you can't move house. |
| Sexbat: | Fond am I of Kings Cross... but not that fond! A mortgage is upon me and soon a home must be owned. That is the way of things ... the way of the goths. |
| Cleggy | But I need your help. I've come back to complete the training. |
| Sexbat: | No more training do you require. Already know you that which you need. |
Sexbat sighs, and sits back on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea. | |
| Cleggy | Then I am a goth DJ? |
| Sexbat: | (shakes his head) Ohhh. Not yet. One thing remains: Price. You must confront Price. Then, only then, a goth DJ will you be. And confront him you will. |
Cleggy is in agony. He is silent for a long moment, screwing up his courage. Finally he is able to ask. | |
| Cleggy | Master Sexbat... is Doom Metal the new Goth? |
Sexbat's eyes are full of weariness and compassion. An odd, sad smile creases his face. He turns to a stack of boxes, away from Cleggy. | |
| Sexbat: | Mmm... pack I must. Yes... pack. |
Cleggy watches him move the boxes toward the door, each moment an eternity. | |
| Cleggy | Sexbat, I must know. |
| Sexbat: | The new Goth it is. |
Cleggy reacts as if cut. | |
| Sexbat: | Told you, did he? |
| Cleggy | Yes. |
A new look of concern crosses Sexbat's face. He turns and picks up a stack of boxes and carries them down the stairs. He gestures for Cleggy to do likewise. | |
| Sexbat: | Unexpected this is, and unfortunate... |
| Cleggy | Unfortunate that I know the truth? |
Sexbat places the boxes in the waiting car and turns around, his piercing eyes studying the youth. | |
| Sexbat: | (heading back upstairs) No. Unfortunate that you rushed to face Price... that incomplete was your training. Not ready for the burden were you. |
| Cleggy | Well, I'm sorry. |
Sexbat and Cleggy pick up the last few boxes and carry them down the stairs. Sexbat speaks to Cleggy over his shoulder. | |
| Sexbat: | Remember, a goth's strength flows from the music. But beware. Excessive extensions...Big heels....Fluorescent PVC. The techno side are they. Once you start down the techno path, forever will it dominate your destiny. |
He loads the boxes into the car and collapses into the driver's seat. It's obvious he's quite exhausted. He rolls down the window and beckons the young goth closer to him, | |
| Sexbat: | Cleggy...Cleggy...Do not...Do not underestimate the powers of the Pale Emperor, or suffer Price's fate, you will. Cleggy, when moved house have I (starts up car), the last of the zone 1 goths will you be. Pass on what you have learned, Cleggy... (starts driving away) There is... another...goth...goth...DJ. |
Cleggy stares at his master's car as it slowly disappears into traffic. | |
Fade to black