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The scene: A dark and damp club, somewhere in London. Cleggy wanders around nervously, and accidently stumbles into a dark clad stranger who is working his way thru a bottle of wine
| Cleggy: | I'm looking for someone. |
| Stranger: | (puts down bottle) Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm? |
| Cleggy: | (slightly backing away) Right. |
| Stranger: | Help you I can. Yes, mmmm. |
| Cleggy: | I don't think so. I'm looking for a great Industrial DJ. |
| Stranger: | Ahhh! A great Industrial DJ. Industrial not make one great. |
The stranger starts rummaging thru Cleggy's bag. He finds a packet of crisps and a Mars bar | |
| Cleggy: | Put that down. Hey! That's my dinner. |
| Stranger: | How you get so big, eating food of this kind? |
The stranger continues rummaging thru Cleggy's bag. He picks out a small plastic skull and starts examining it. Cleggy grabs the bag away from him and tries to wrestle the skull out of the stranger's hands | |
| Cleggy: | Hey, you could have broken this. Don't do that. Ohhh...you're making a mess. Hey, give me that! |
| Stranger: | (clutching the skull) Mine! Or I will help you not. |
| Cleggy: | I don't want your help. I want my skull back. I'll need it to get out of this slimy mudhole. |
| Stranger: | Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is. |
| Cleggy: | (fed up) Now will you move along? I've got a lot of work to do. |
| Stranger: | No! No, no! Stay and help you, I will. Find your friend, hmm? |
| Cleggy: | I'm not looking for a friend, I'm looking for a Goth Master. |
| Stranger: | Oohhh. Goth Master. Sexbat. You seek Sexbat. |
| Cleggy: | You know him? |
| Stranger: | Mmm. Take you to him, I will. Yes, yes. But now, we must eat. Come. Good food. Come. |
The dark clad stranger prances out of the club, giggling to himself. Cleggy stares after him, but all he can see is the light from the glow-in-the-dark skull thru the fog. He ponders for a moment before setting off after the spritely fellow. | |
Next scene: an all night kebab shop. The stranger orders two kababs, covered in chilly sauce. He holds one out to Cleggy who's pacing around impatiently
| Cleggy: | Look, I'm sure it's delicious. I just don't understand why we can't see Sexbat now. |
| Stranger: | Patience! For Goths it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot. Spicy. Good food, hm? Good, hmm? |
Cleggy is obviously uncomfortable, he gives in and takes the kebab. He takes a bite and finds it surprisingly good. | |
| Cleggy: | How far away is Sexbat? Will it take us long to get there? |
| Stranger: | Not far. Sexbat not far. Patience. Soon you will be with him. (takes a bite of his kebab) Why wish you become Goth? Hm? |
| Cleggy: | Mostly because of Nik Fiend, I guess. |
| Stranger: | Ah, Nik Fiend. Powerful Goth was he, powerful Goth, mmm. |
| Cleggy: | (a little angry) Oh, come on. How could you know Nik Fiend? Oh, I don't even know what I'm doing here. We're wasting our time. |
The stranger turns away from the pissed off Cleggy and speaks to someone else. | |
| Stranger: | (irritated) I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience. |
Cleggy turns around to see the new person, but there is no one there. He's confused. Then it dawns on him that the stranger is none other than Sexbat, the Goth Master and the person he's talking to on his mobile is Guy. | |
| Guy's voice: | (somewhat tinny, over the phone) He will learn patience. |
| Sexbat: | Hmmm. Much anger in him. |
| Guy's voice: | Was I any different when you taught me? |
| Cleggy: | Sexbat! I am ready. I...(grabs Sexbat's phone) Guy! I can be a Goth. Guy, tell him I'm ready. |
| Sexbat: | Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For fifteen years have I trained Goths. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained! A Goth must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. (speaking into the phone) This one a long time have I watched. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Jungle. Heh! Techno. Heh! A Goth craves not these things. (turning to Cleggy) You are reckless! |
Cleggy looks down, dejected. He knows it is true. | |
| Guy's voice: | So was I, if you'll remember. |
| Sexbat: | He is too old. Yes, too old to begin the training. |
| Cleggy: | But I've learned so much. |
Sexbat turns and stares at Cleggy, weighing things over in his mind while he chews on his kebab. After a moment, Sexbat picks up his phone again. | |
| Sexbat: | (sighs) Will he finish what he begins? |
| Cleggy: | I won't fail you -- I'm not afraid. |
| Sexbat: | (turns slowly toward him) Oh, you will be. You will be. |
Fade to next scene. A dark, foggy club. Dark clad people are everywhere, swaying their arms around to the original Temple of Love. Sexbat and Cleggy are in the middle, where people have cleared a circle for them to mosh
| Sexbat: | Use your elbows! Yes. A Goth's strength flows from the music. But beware of the techno side. Excessive extensions...Big heels....Fluorescent PVC... The techno side of the Goth are they. If once you start down the techno path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, like the scantily-dressed ones. |
| Cleggy: | (thoughtfully) My-Little-Ponies. (shouts to Sexbat over the music) Is the techno side stronger? |
| Sexbat: | No...no...no. Quicker, easier, more seductive. |
| Cleggy: | But how am I to know the good side from the bad? |
| Sexbat: | You will know. When you are drunk, slamdancing, and drinking Slimelight coffee. A Goth uses his elbows for rhythm and defense, never for attack. |
| Cleggy: | But tell me why I can't... |
| Sexbat: | (interrupting) No, no, there is no why! Nothing more will I teach you today. Clear your mind of questions. Mmm. Mmmmmm. |
The song ends and Sexbat leads the boy down some flights of stairs. They stand in a well-lit room in front of a pair of closed doors. Thumping repetitive music can be heard form the other side. Cleggy stares at the doors, afraid. | |
| Cleggy: | There's something not right here. |
Sexbat sits down at a table, prodding an empty coffee cup. | |
| Sexbat: | That place...is strong with techno. A domain of evil it is. In you must go. |
| Cleggy: | What's in there? |
| Sexbat: | Only what you take with you. |
Cleggy looks at the doors, then back at Sexbat. He reaches for his bottle of vodka) | |
| Sexbat: | Your vodka... you will not need it. |
Cleggy stares thoughtfully at the doors, then shakes his head "no". Sexbat shrugs while Cleggy opens the doors and enters the techo floor... | |