PETCHALL: Her sitting there saying/

TAMARA: Not reading that aloud, wish I’d never brung it in.

SQUID: World has split has broken has torn.

PETCHALL: Anger in his eyes.

TAMARA: How could you do that Miss. You are so insensitive.

PETCHALL: Anger in his eyes.

SQUID: Don’t care who sees.

PETCHALL: Office ladies see Squid they call Rowney, the police.

TAMARA: Can’t believe you did that, Miss.

SQUID: Out of it.

DANE: High as a fucking kite

PETCHALL: Out there./ We know nothing here.

TAMARA: We know nothing here.

DANE: High as a kite and he’ll do it/ no-one’ll stop him.

SQUID: No-one’ll stop me.

I’m coming

Down the hallway spray red paint as I go.

TAMARA: On walls/

PETCHALL: On windows/

TAMARA: On lockers on/

SQUID: Get out of my fucking way!

Lockdown bell rings.

PETCHALL: This is a lockdown.

TAMARA groans, stands up.

This is a lockdown. Sit down, Tamara.

TAMARA: Yeah thanks, Miss. Read my fucking story.

PETCHALL: Language, Tamara. Real or a drill? At that stage I don’t know./ He’s running straight towards us.

TAMARA/SQUID: He’s running straight towards us/ I’m running straight towards her/

SQUID: TO GET THAT FUCKING SLUT.

TO GET THAT FUCKING SLUT!

TO GET THAT FUCKING SLUT!

He knocks on the door. Endless knocking. Inside is still. Knocking continues forever.

I know they’re fucking in there, I know they’re fucking in there, I know she’s fucking in there!

Finally…

TAMARA: Deaf Miss? Can’t you hear that?

PETCHALL: It’s a lockdown, Tamara. You know the rules.

TAMARA: Fucking stupid, Miss. Someone wants to come in.

PETCHALL: Tamara. Tamara, sit down.

TAMARA: Make me.

TAMARA, defiant, opens the door.

SQUID enters with spray paint, stares at TAMARA, sprays ‘SLUT’ on the wall.

PETCHALL tries to stop him, gets in his way but he sprays her dress, her arms. She steps back.

PETCHALL: Jasyn stop. Jasyn!

SQUID: It’s English, Miss, and I’m expressing an opinion.

He finishes. Looks at TAMARA.

Why’d you do it?

TAMARA: Not here, Jasyn.

SQUID: Why’d you do it?

PETCHALL: Fans spin slow—spitballs dry on the roof, quiet.

TAMARA: Didn’t.

SQUID: You did. You fucked him.

PETCHALL: Sirens wail, pigeon coos on the window sill.

SQUID: You fucking slut, you fucked my brother.

PETCHALL: Kids all around me, kids silent, kids looking at me then at him then at her—then: Everybody out.

Jasyn. Give me the paint. Jasyn.

The rest of you, out! Out now. Go on get out! Kelly put that phone away don’t you dare film this get out.

Three of us in the room. Faces at the window.

PETCHALL approaches SQUID. He pulls out a knife. PETCHALL stays between TAMARA and SQUID.

Jasyn, what… what are you doing? Put it down. Put the knife down. Let’s calm down here, let’s/