THAT BRIDGE

PROLOUGE:

KILMARNOCK MOTORWAY

(Beside the Kilmarnock Rugby grounds)

(Opposite the bridge that carries over to the river, a young male and female called SIMBA and LUCY, stand erect, smoking ciggeretts, occasionally leaning on the bridge, but never comfortable with their positions for too long, constantly changing their stance, they twiddle with their fingers or briefly call up a friend, but it results in small talk)

SIMBA:

So you hear Zadagah left town?

LUCY:

Zhajanda?

SIMBA:

ZadaGAH

LUCY:

Sounds like a spastic got the alphabet mixed up with a birth certificate...

SIMBA:

He was Doug,. Dough Scwartz

LUCY:

Yer jokin

Lucy:

I kid you not

LUCY:

What's with the shitty name?

SIMBA:

He didn't want to connect anyone's name to him in case they got sectioned by their parents. He was an "above the station" kind of mindset...guy just thought he could take the whole planet on

LUCY:

Ye reckon that's possible?

SIMBA:

Oh piss right off, you know how MENTAL if we all got five minutes running the planet? It's better to sleep, that way you don't git to bellow out instructions, you can settle cosily into the mystery…hell, the guy even SAID that, and get this, he focused on the wrestling for about five minutes two weeks ago and caused mulitple injuries…of course, he started accrediting that to the ghost of some guy…so no matter whit station he's got, he's got to start rememberin' he's still a student as well as the teacher

(Beat)

LUCY:

So what are you dain' tonight?

SIMBA:

Going to head over to the tavern, I'm on tap tonight for the quiz

LUCY:

The quiz? Ah jesus..

SIMBA:

Whit's wrang with it?

LUCY:

Just a bunch of easy answers, that's all

SIMBA:

Whit's wrang with it?!

LUCY:

Never mind doll, just a little…pissed. It just feels like a waist on yer part, ya know whit I mean? About a fraction of a minute ago, you were talkin' about this fuckin' fruit basket and how he needed to take responsibility, not take his ball and go elsewhere, and then you go right back to conventionalism,

SIMBA:

People need tae drink and smile

LUCY:

THESE PEOPLE ARENT GETTING' LOCKED UP ANYMORE

SIMBA

Why SHOULD they be hen?

LUCY:

You know…all these chits and chats about…about you know…

SIMBA:

Yeah, well, did you ever think it was true?

LUCY:

I prefer to keep myself doon to Earth, can't have all the guys go spaceman

SIMBA:

Why? Afraid you'll be left behind?

LUCY:

Who could leave THIS behind?

(She puts the ciggerete away and prepares to walk across the road towards the lake, she looks left and right, Simba starts walking down the lane)

LUCY:

Ah'm going skinny-dippin, good luck in the quiz.

SIMBA:

Oh yeah, like I'll win now, you just broke my concentration all night long

(Lucy laughs and heads over to the side path beside the rugby grounds, she walks down the path towards the underground bridge beneath the motorway, a small ridge of water nested beside two opposite side of the motorway.

As Lucy examines the graffiti, admiring it for a spell, she drops down the slope and looks for a concealed spot. As she does, she notices a layer of randomly fashioned clothes beside her, a tank top hoodie and a pair of jeans.

She picks them up, and then averts her gaze,

Before her, was a slender, ginger haired girl in a long, eloquently stylish and emerald dress, crotched in a meditative position, she turns her head around)

DEBROAH:

Oh hi…you don't mind dae ya? I'm kinda playin' bridge over here….

(CAPTIONED TITLES)

LUCY:

What are you doing?

DEBORAH:

Ah just told ya, playin' bridge

LUCY:

Get out of there you silly bint, or I'll calling the cuffs in to wedge you out

DEBORAH:

Hear me out a bit first lass

LUCY:

Why?

DEBORAH:

Do you believe in love stories?

LUCY:

Ah believe they go hand in hand with overly melodramatic and emo-esque soundtracks, but believe in them I do

DEBORAH:

This is one of them. Minus the melodramatic soundtracks

LUCY:

I can make do and hum a few while you trundle on

DEBORAH:

Please don't. I'm trying to go on a diet where that's concerned

LUCY:

So this is a dieting scheme for desperate romantics? Not that I AM a desperate romantic, just a very curious one

DEBORAH:

There's no agenda here, just a preference

LUCY:

With love, there's always a bit of both involved. Get on with your story before I get on with the phone calls

DEBORAH:

Yes m'am

(she clears her throat)

DEBORAH:

Once upon a time, there was,…a bridge, and how we cross it when we come to it.,,

ACT I:

TOWN CENTER

(TAXI RACK)

HEART FOUNDATION CHARITY SHOP

(Deborah and Sandra both dash out of GREGGS with several Iced Donuts and some cash in their pockets, they throw the cash into the air, signalling members of the public to scourage towards the bank rolls in a scramble to take the ill-earned loot for themselves. Debroah and Sandra both giggle like schoolgirls. Suddenly, they catch sight of one of the employees making a dash for them, they both duck into THE HEART FOUNDATION CHARITY SHOP as the employees give chase

SAMANTHA:

Get in there, the changing room, quick

DEBORAH:

Did you see the look on that cow? She acted like we were sportin' arrows, the paranoid git, like we'd know how to…

(Samantha notices some of the shopowners are giving them suspicious looks)

SAMANTHA:

Don't go 'fessin' yer exploits in public, you WANT to be held up?

DEBORAH:

Shit, she's comin', she's comin'

SAMANTHA:

Get in the changing room

(Deborah reacts a little loudly to this, briefly alerting the charity shop workers)

DEBORAH:

FUCK OFF

(Samantha tells her to keep quiet)

SAMANTHA:

Pipe down, ah didn't mean take anything' aff you mad clucker…just throw yerself in there…here, take these

(She throws a few clothes together in an assorted blanket of brick-a-brack)

SANDRA:

Ah'll feign innocence and get you off the hook, jist don't point any fingers this time to get yourself off the social, ah got in the real shit the last time you went over the mark on it…

DEBORAH:

So bein' a judas is out of the question this time…

SHOP OWNER:

If you girls are up tae something you'd best buy that lump if you want us to take kindly to your cause

DEBORAH:

Ok, ok

(The GREGS employee angrily storms in looking for the two, and spots Samantha, she walks over to her)

GREGGS EMPLOYEE:

Oi, gimme back what you absconded

SANDRA:

I've got a scon, but not an "Abscon"

GREGGS EMPLOYEE:

Look, don't play innocent ya salty bitch

SANDRA:

Who are you calling a

(She calms herself down, breathing in and out calmly)

SANDRA:

Look, (beat)…. I'll pay you back in…in a spot right, lemme fork out the pockets, you know I've got the DEEPEST holes, mah boyfriends can attest to…

GREGGS EMPLOYEE:

Just gimme the cash back ya Jessie and we'll be on wai it…c'mon, fork it over

SANDRA:

'Kay, kay….

(Sandra keeps digging through her pockets. In actuality, she does not have any change to give the employee.

In the changing cubicle, Deborah lets out a deliberate chuckle, but gets carried away by it, it attracts the attention of the GREGGS Employee. Deborah suddenly has another flash appear in her head of the bridge in her mind, two choices flashing through her right and left eyes, one choice is to stumble about trying to cover herself with her shirt as the veil is lifted, or allow Sandra to basicly take the fall, pointing out that she ate the goods, Sandra reacts badly to this stitch up…

The shock of the second choice causes Deborah to shake her head in denial, rejecting it. In a physical flutter, she allows her frame to be thrown out of the dressing room and stumble back into the frame of the GREGGS employee)

DEBORAH:

Hey, what do ya know? I DID have a five pound note

SANDRA:

Trust you to trip over the reason you didn't want to pay in the first place…

ACT ONE

SCENE III:

RAILWAY BRIDGE

(We cut back to the railway bridge where Lucy is now engrossed in Deborah's yarn)

LUCY:

Sounds like you've already got an army surplus for this sort of job

DEBORAH:

Aye, that I dae, so call away, as ah just described, ah can take the borrows when the pigs are let out of the pen

LUCY:

So this…Bridge in your head, did it start there? Is that why you're here?

DEBORAH:

The bridge is the reason why my week nearly very well drowned me, maybe it should have…maybe that's why mah connectin' with the waters always been so strong, so everlasting'…

LUCY:

Shouldn't you be in School? I saw….

DEBORAH:

Doggin' it..

LUCY:

You'd best continue with your story then, a good page turner keeps a good dial pusher at bay

DEBORAH:

Is this emotional blackmail?

LUCY:

No, it's a curious cat

DEBORAH:

I thought cats didn't like water…

LUCY:

You're a ginger like Garfield, what's YOUR excuse?

DEBORAH:

Heh, fair enough

(She steadies herself, feeling her bare shoulders tense up in the breeze, she shrugs it off, takes a deep breath, and continues. Lucy notices that the water is having a chilly effect on her, the reality of why the unpredictable climate of the Scottish rivers weren't the best thing to dip your feet in over a prolonged period of time)

DEBORAH:

It's funny, you know, how the bridges tended tae crop up jist when ah was indulging in my usual routines…like picking the most simple things in life and complicatin' 'em…

ACT II

SCENE I:

TAVERN

(Sandra is chatting on her mobile phone outside the tavern)

SANDRA:

.So as my brother was coming down the stairs, my mum was cleaning the dishes, she asked him "you here to go?", offering him a plate, and he twists the knob to the kitchen door and says "Yeah, ready to go OUTSIDE". She laughed it off, I'd have knocked him out, the right cheek of it…

(Sandra spots Deborah)

SANDRA:

I'll call ye back hen…

(she switches off the mobile and greets Deborah with a swift hug)

SANDRA:

Hail the conquerin' heroine, where have you been?

DEBORAH:

Ducking the social…

SANDRA:

DO tell.

DEBORAH:

I left her there waiting outside the mall saying you'd be in the toilet and I took off when she was in.

Oh good faith, always there to be takin' advantage of

I told you, I should be on "The Scabs"

SANDRA:

The SCHEME Debs

DEBORAH:

The Scanbs maire like, can't believe they pick that sleeze bucket area to represent Kilmarnock, should try this more modest neck of the woods…where there's courteousness and friendliness abo…

(Deborah suddenly catches a glimpse of Donald talking to a senior citizen, her mood in a chamelion-like manner directly shifts from worldly and warm amongst friends to mlitrant and duplitious, with a fixed, insidious-looking grin)

DEBROAH:

Hey, there's the freak, let's pick 'em apart, consider it my literal definition of what a "scab" is.

SENIOR CITIZEN:

So you're trying to get some additional exercise out of your experience, that's good to hear

DONALD:

Yeah, just a few turns around the river before I begin my five minute rounds…

(He is approached by Deborah, Sandra, and Nichola)

DEBORAH:

Feeling a little gutsy today arent we? Oot for an evening stroll are ye?

SENIOR CITIZEN:

Just walk away son

DONALD:

No, no, let me tackle this…

SANDRA:

TACKLE? Look at you, you're no linebacker, try tacklin' me and I'll house ya by droppin' this fist of cement down on yer temple…

(Three girls, Deborah, Sandra, and Nicholoa, all stand outside the Inn, playing around and harassing DONALD TREBEK, Deborah's secret crush, though here she is demonstrating a much more bitter pretense around him and her friends to diswade any notions that she is in love with him. To this end she has taken his Scout merit badge and playfully indulges in a game of "Catch" with it)

DEBORAH:

C'mon freak, c'mon, FIGHT for the badge, c'mon, we've got a right to party, fight for it, you're always there, almost there

(He is forced to go around in circles as the girls, very much near-ADULTS, indulge in this childish exercise)

SENIOR CITIZEN:

Here, stop picking on the kid. Shame on you

DEBORAH:

Up yours Broadband

WOMAN:

Whit did you call me?

DEBORAH:

You been watching all those 02 commercials? Old, muddled confusasaruouses like you, all you do is speak and nobody hears ya…

WOMAN:

Oy, you two, stop picking on him…

DEBORAH:

You've got tae be…old ma'am.

WOMAN:

I'm six years above you Hen, ah wasn't even dain that at your age, the thing is darlin', your type are the ones that are getting' old hat

DEBORAH:

Nothin ever gets old

DONALD:

Bestow unto me my badge ginger

DEBORAH:

Whit?

DONALD:

Unhand the temptation of your latest blight and passeth it back over

DEBOARH:

Oh lookie here, shitsphere in the park….

DONALD:

At least this manner of vocabulary is of sound variety, unless the kind of "variety" you chow down

DEBORAH:

WHIT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

DONALD:

I'm saying maybe you ought to check your vocabulary dieting satratagem…who knows, you MIGHT win some much needed cash if you spoke a little like the colour of money…rich and eloquent.

DEBORAH:

You ought tae check oot this roll of fives I've got stashed in this fist

SANDRA:

Leave the freak alone Debs, he aint worth it

DEBORAH:

Oh but he is…

SANDRA:

You'd best be headin hame, you've got gym class tomorrow, AND you'd best remember to take your clothes this time

DEBORAH:

Memory like an elephant hen, ah won't forget…

ACT II

SCENE II

SCHOOL CHANGING ROOMS

(Inside the girls changing rooms, the schools p.e department is bustling with commotion. Girls can be seen finly combing their hair, pulling out shorts from their bags, some girls are half to completely in a state of undress some are wearing their sportsgear under their shirts and skirts. Somewhere in the middle of the changing rooms, Deborah can be seen franticly looking through her bag in search of something that just isn't there)

DEBORAH:

.Aw shit, forgot mah fucking outfit, bags empty…this was gonna be a day I'd BOTHER, aw shit.

(She looks out at the teacher, watching the room like a sharp hawk, the very hint of someone missing sportsgear will be enough to trigger her curiosity. Not wanting to stall and catch her tutor's attention, Deborah begins to take her clothes off in a hurry before the teacher can arrive at her station)

DEBORAH (Thinking):

Just git it all off, delay the teacher a bit…go on, the whole lot, just copy fuckin' Elaine, whit a prune, I got a gid mind tae to push her out into the hall, the boys are already all out, give 'em a rare treat seein' imperfection at work with how slow the turtles she has for tits are manifestin'….

(Deborah, now completely naked, checks back over to the teacher, then to Elaine, Elaine catches a glimpse of her, Deborah blushes and turns away, pretending to fold up her now discarded clothing)

DEBORAH (Thinking):

My mam did this to me. Frickn' maire, she could help me so much, even with these scunnery thoughts in me head, all these…whit are they? Stars'n'space…a golden bridge, whit am I….Dorothy? Well if I be that, mam's the witch I ought to fuckin' MELT.

She's too busy thinking the socials and the Ots can gimme the helping hand she refuses to give wai* an open mind

Teacher's telling us to hurry, ah don't have a note, and my pencil's are all in the other class, left 'em behind to smoke out back at lunch, tried tae give Helen a lesson on Gatsby culture, all she wanted was a lesson on anal culture…like I've done any of THAT yet. Christ, I take a few showboat photos on my mobile, everyone that follows mah lead thinks I'm Aphrodity.

I'm getting a conduct card, I'm getting' slagged fer sure by my ma, that wasn't what I…aw shit, yeah, yeah, I'm comin' Teach, I'm comin'…

Have to come up with an excuse, she's probin' that cunt Elsie…is she…oh great, she's grassing up big Jeff up there for stealin' her knickers…good on ye Jeff, the bitch-tit needs some adventure, fuckin' bore, never wants to hurt a fly eh?

Y'know whit happens to people who can't fight? Become lambs, lambs grow into sheep…who wants that on their life resume?

(Debroah begins pondering how to get out of the dillema, she closes her eyes…all of a sudden, IT begins.

A golden bridge flashes before her eyes, a void of bright stars swarming over her, she reels back, her head titls upwards, hitting the back of the wall, banging against it, her eyes snap open)

DEBORAH

Shit, not again man…whit is wrong with me? Why dae I keep getting' this shit? I didn't ask for nain of it, but it's there…maybe I should start trusting it, and not reject it…alright, focus on whit you've got tae dae…god, that bitch's tits are short…so's mah temper, heh, matching texture…wait, why am I thinking' about her tits so much? Dae I wish mine were bigger? Nevermind, got tae see this through….

(She closes her eyes again, the bridge is vast, overarching, two paths connecting, forming two constalations, Deobrah snaps her eyes open, she sees a bicycle in the shower before her, she takes several steps back)

ACT II

SCENE III

COUNCIL DINING ROOM

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

(Sandra nudges Debroah on the shoulder)

SANDRA:

How was practise?

DEBORAH:

It was….a non-event. Didn't join in. Too fussy with that bridge in my head..I think it's becoming something…more, like it's not what I'm supposed to worry about

SANDRA:

So what should you be worrying about love?

DEBORAH:

What's on both sides I guess…if there's anything TO be worried about

SANDRA:

Debs, don't start thinking this new trip is something tae ignore, I'm getting as worried as the social worker, you're wearin' yourself out over this, I'm worried you'll cause some spectacle

DEBORAH:

It's already happened.

SANDRA:

Pardon?

DEBORAH:

I left the gym area to…to take a harmless shower…I got half-way out of my clothes when I heard a bell ring, I leaned towards the shower comode and turned the knob…and there it was, positioned to the right of the shower commode…. A bicycle.

SANDRA:

Sorry…you lost me…you went from a bridge…to a bike. A bike. You've never rid one in your life

DEBORAH:

Maybe I'm supposed to…to get to the next choice

SANDRA:

What other choice? Why do you have to let this big gangplank in your head decide what to do with your life?

DEBORAH:

Because all it shows are the choices I can have in my life…and if I don't act upon them, then what else do I do? Stand completely still?

SANDRA:

That bridge is starting to remind me of your travelling mother…you're both all over the place

(Deborah laughs, Sandra slaps her dress uniform into her full frame. Deborah is suddenly hit by another flash of light, she sees the bridge, and also hears a bell ringing, she reels back, taken aback by the sight, the landscape of the bridge now takes the form of a gangplank, hovering above a circular bycycle wheel, a field of stars behind her, Debroah tinkers on the edge of the bridge, Sandra finds Deborah trying to place a foothold on the sink, she shakes her out of this trance)

SANDRA:

Debroah? DEBROAH? You alright hen?

DEBROAH:

Jist a little…I…

SANDRA:

Let me check your temperature

DEBORAH:

GET OFF, AH'M FINE.

SANDRA:

Don't you snap at me like I was your mother you ungrateful little…I swear

DEBORAH:

..Sorry, sorry….

SANDRA:

Debs, whit's WRANG with you?

DEBORAH:

Ah jist…I saw two realitys, and in both, I…drowned. I was standing in a…a river, the river beneath the railway bridge

SANDRA:

Drowned…in THAT? Go home hon, just go home, I'll take up the rest of yer shift for you

(Deborah agrees, and storms out)

ACT II

SCENE IV:

DEBORAH'S HOME

(Deborah arrives home and begins pulling off her top, she heads up to her bathroom and activates the shower, she finishes removing her clothes and stands naked at the opening of the shower door, she is hesitant to place one foot in the shower for fear she will be rattled by another vision. Frustrated, she observes the door and titlts her head delicately to it)

DEBORAH:

This is sappin' the life out of me…

(she suddenly realizes something. She wraps her arms around herself, her middle finger tipping on the rim of her lip as she begins to piece together meanings and messages inherent in her experiences

Debroah nestles her bare back against the right wall, closing her eyes and placing her right hand delicately above her forehead, checking for a non-existent temperature, she sinks down, wondering what to make of the bridging effect in her mind)

DEBORAH:

So fuckin' wasted on this, did someone spike me last night?

(She turns her head, she sees something seated at the back of the shower, a long, green bycycle wheel, just short enough to fit into the cubical, is staring into her. She walks over to it, DRAWN to it somehow, she clasps the wheel with a graceful gesture, tenderly rotating it back and forth, suddenly, more flashes appear, this time of the Kilmarnock river, and Lucy's arrival)

ACT II

SCENE V:

RAILROAD BRIDGE

LUCY:

Wait, wait…you knew I was coming?

DEBORAH:

Yeah, true that…granted, it wasn't whit I wanted to see, another lassie doon by this warf, I kinda like to be territorial about mah spots, especially when I'm trying to live life by my rules, not somebody elses.

LUCY:

You think we can control our fates one day?

DEBORAH:

I think it's only the greatest act of God can ever hope to give us, the fairy tales get a bum wrap, but only because we leave a trail of fear and consequence behind us…something' tells me that's a dangerous trail to leave.

LUCY:

I can relate…was telling a friend of mine…never mind

DEBORAH:

No, no, carry on lass, share a thought

(she touches her hand)

DEBORAH:

Dane'y worry, I havent garnerd whit you're doing here, for one thing, whatever sent you didn't let me…probably grasped that spoilers are for utter Jessies.

LUCY:

That's just the thing…spoilage…it's no aboot what the story's going to be, people have their minds up already how it's going to end before they start it, they say "Oh, that's a man ah'm gonna marry, and have kids wai, and neither a world shall be limitless"…then they realize "real world, real responsibility"…ah mean, if they WANT a fairy tale straight forward one day, they can have that, but…

DEBORAH:

C'mon, you don't think a fairy tale can come true?

LUCY:

No, I think it CAN, but the world's got to be realize that's a UNIQUE gift all the same, takin' the trainin' wheels off of humanity can do a lot of things…see these writers? They could end up making me and you say lines, or fuckin' make out…FUCKIN' MAKE OUT, AH'M NOT EVEN A LESBO…

DEBORAH:

MOST of the girls I know don't let that stop 'em…it's a kinship thing, kind of makes us a bit swifter…

LUCY:

Look, you may be fine with "swift" an' deep, but ah'm eager to live the quiet life with the man of my dreams

If prophecy comes tae pass, let it be The Beatrix Potters and The Famous Fives that inherit the Earth, not the Brothers fuckin' Grimm and the Charles Dickens

DEBROAH:

That's a little flamin' harsh reckon?

LUCY:

I don't want to come off as the Dick Institute's answer to Adolf Hitler…the world is not ready for this type of power, we shouldn't be given this AT ALL in my estimation…if you can turn every page in your book, why bother reading into it?

DEBORAH:

Tae see if you're brave enough tae live life by reality's rules while everyone else lives by your limitless rule

LUCY:

Sounds more like insecurity than peace of mind

DEBORAH:

Good point, maybe I should be content with everyone finally respecting me

LUCY:

Or alternatively…maybe you should learn to respect YOURSELF first above all else. A boy's a GOOD bridge Debroah, a GREAT bridge, but to cross it, you shouldn't be enslaved to that bridge, otherwise you'll ruin yourself, and no true love wants that

LUCY:

Man an' Superman

DEBORAH:

"The Supremes an' The Simple, many ah married in a quaint little tide, a kinder selfishness tae have on the ride. When the flood comes in, the shores come out, the inkings of what we all are become whole blots"

LUCY:

That was right Scottish, even by "right Scottish" standards you make that up?

DEBORAH:

It was fed to me…obviously ah'm in the right direction, keeping' the head up, not letting' your perpective drag me doon…shant, not in a trillion years

(Lucy smiles, she hugs her)

LUCY:

Yer a real beleiver ya know that?

DEBORAH:

That ah am…

LUCY:

So…tell me aboot that "short" kid you've got a crush on…

(The question reminds Debroah of the reason she is waiting steadily in a pool of perpetually chilly water, she tilts her read over her shoulder, there is still no sign of Donald)

DEBORAH:

Ok, NOW yer depressin' me…

LUCY:

Heh, maybe ah should come back once yer fairy tale comes true…

DEBORAH:

Just like that?

LUCY:

It's all aboot obstacle aint it? Somehoo, ah think ah was one tae pass on yer end

(she kisses her on the forehead)

LUCY:

Don't sit too long will ya hen

DEBORAH:

Ah'm getting dried'n'dressed soon enough, I can tell from the choice ah made Don's on his way

(Deborah plugs her fingers in her ears)

DEBORAH:

La. La. La

(Lucy smiles and gets up, she presses a few numbers. A VOICE-OVER begins)

VOICE OVER:

Hello, this is V.T Social, can I help you?

LUCY:

Yes, there's a….no, you know what, never mind…I think I'd rather let her get on with it

VOICE OVER:

Ma'am?

LUCY:

Thanks, I'll send for you soon 'kay? Ta

(Lucy switches off the phone and looks onward at Deborah.

Deborah continues to mediate. As she does, we are graced with another flashback reaching back a few hours at school)

ACT III

SCENE I

MATHEMATICS CLASS

(Deborah stands in a row of students eager to hand in their work to their mathematics tutor, a stooped over man with arthritis. Deborah obnoxiously slams her mathematics jotter on to the desk half-open and with mildly wet patches of an unidentified substance, the soggy double page spread half-ripped.

She notices Donald situated behind him, peering over his shoulder and looking at the open textbook containing the answers, the teacher is NOT aware he is doing anything unethical, trusting him based on previous track records. Remarkably, the boy returns to his seat and puzzles over a few problems no less than three to four times, each time getting up and peering over the teacher's shoulder, the teacher so entrenched in assisting his students that he doesn't detect the boy is taking advantage of his good nature.

Debroah is appauled at this, and tries to tell the teacher, but is silenced by him so he can best critique her work.

The bell finally rings, signalling lunch interval, the teacher briefly leaves the classroom to talk to another exiting teacher from a class a few meters away from his own, Debroah seizes her opportunity to confront the boy, her future crush)

DEBORAH:

I saw what you did…

(Donald looks back at her, he grins cheisurely, he begins to hum a few chords of "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Colins, then faintly sings a couple of the lyrics)

DONALD:

Wipe off that grin, I know where you've been…

DEBROAH:

Whit was that… freak?

DONALD:

Nevermind…look, I just saw a moment and I grasped it, things should be a little easier than we like to think

DEBROAH:

Whit you talkin about? You CHEATED

DONALD:

And from your kind of background, that's the dish of the day isn't it? Thought you'd be impressed with my top marks

(Deborah is back, she sees the bridge again, this time with two distinct realitys based on how she will react to this show of bravado from the boy

One future sees her inform the teacher of his act, and revealing in him being taken down a peg or two for once, the second is her somewhat helping him get away with it, the third is to stand fridgid in choice for the specific seconds allocated to make all three possible. Daniel notices Debora in a flutter, roominating again about the bridge in her mind)

DONALD:

Debnams? You ok?

DEBROAH:

WHIT DID YOU CALL ME?

DONALD:

Debnams…you know, like the fashion shithole…

DEBROAH:

Y'know, jist for that verbal middle finger, I think I'll take the middle road

DONALD:

What middle road, pray tell, do you speak of?

DEBORAH:

The one that's pointing square to the middle

(She clenches her fist and punches him square in the face before kneeing him in

the balls, then storms out of the class. The teacher browses past her and enters the classroom. The boy can be heard to cry, complaining to the teacher about the deed.

Outside the class, just a few inches away, Deborah slows down and contemplates her actions.

(Deborah's eyes immediately swell up, she flashes back to the classroom the bridge in her mind gives her two choices, to run after Donald and apologise admitting her feelings for him, or to wallow in her own self-pity and confess her deed to her friends who would assurely tease and ridicule her.

Not ready to confront the second option, she begins running down the staircase and heads into the lady's toilets, dashing past two of her friends. She locks herself in the cublicle and cries more emotionally than she's ever displayed around anyone)

SANDRA:

Ah hen, are you ok?

DEBORAH:

No…ah've went an' decked someone

SANDRA:

I thought that was a favourite bloodsport of yours?

DEBORAH:

Ah punched Donald…

FRED:

Ah shit…aw, open the door hen

DEBORAH:

I just…it's these things right? There almost INVISIBLE, but in plain sight? Y'know, almost…it's like I'm in fuckin' Lord of the Rings or something'…I'm always pickin' these tough routes and then imaginin' all the fuckin' tragedies, ah can't picture all the happier things, and when I do, it's like I see the future and it's positive, and suddenly I'm feeling insecure and..spoiled. I'm an OCTOPUS, I get my tentacles into everything

FRED:

Listen, cheer up, cheer up, sshh…you can always go back and apologise to him…tell him how you feel

(Debroah has another flash of the bridge, her demeanor changes, she becomes more manic, unstable, the strain of seeing the bridge in her mind is not the problem, nor the choices presented therein, but the realization of infinity upon her)

DEBORAH:

London bridge is falling down…falling down

FRED:

Oh cut it oott you mad chick, don't run aroon headless thinking we're gonna slip intae the "give in to the madness" pair o' jeans…

(Deborah snaps out of the funk immediately, just like that)

DEBORAH:

True that, time to stop being a crybaby about things

LAUREN:

Yeah, it's not suited to you pet

DEBORAH:

Thanks fer the vote of confidence…I best get goin, I'm doggin' sixth period after break, Danny's in there, he shits himself when a confrontation arises

FRED:

He seemed pretty chipped with you today, you reckon he's trying tae impress you?

DEBORAH:

He cannae stand me…like-minded cur.

FRED:

Interesting lifestyle choice

DEBORAH:

Methinks so

(She walks off, leaving the two friends to discuss…"options")

LAUREN:

Your verdict?

FRED:

She's off her fuckin' tit.

LAUREN:

She needs help Fred

FRED:

Yeah, well they say laughter is the best medicine, git the word out…she needs tae check into the playgroond aslyum

(We briefly, and abruptly, cut back to The Kilmarnock RIVER. Lucy remains fixed in her own position, gracefully placing her fingers in the river, forming a small whirlpool)

LUCY:

Playground asylum?

DEBORAH:

If there's such a thing as a playground court, that's where the freaks go to be chided. Ah didn't need a BRIDGE to see that comin' a MILE away

(We SEAUGE back into the SCHOOL GROUNDS, where Deborah can be seen being heckled by the usual lout of school savy playground pretentiousness, casts of diverse faces all joking and jacking around, trying to attain a piece of her dignity, or lack thereof in their perceived eyes and ears as she publicly spoke of her experiences)

CROWD:

FREAK, NOSTRADAMEUS, GO JUMP AFF A REAL BRIDGE

DEBORAH:

AH'm telling' the truth…you pions don't want to hear it, because you're content to live in this….THIS kind of living

BOY:

I believe you…but maybe we LIKE that.

GIRL:

My parents are religious, you bought into a frickin' RAPTURE trap you freak

DEBORAH:

IT'S NOT A FUCKIN' RAPTURE, KEEPIN' YOU ALL GLUED TO REVELATION, THAT'S THE FREAKIN' RAPTURE

BOY:

You're dangerous, quantum leapin…pfft, save that to television

DEBORAH:

You're all inter-fuckin'-connected, each and every one of you, we've got to work on that…don't get all spagheti junction on me just because you lot are in a lost little mess. The world's deaf, it needs a bell ringing in it's…

(She pauses, the bridge flashes before her eyes, suddenly, the wooden ridges and metallics bars all fuze into one, turning bright brown, then gold, and then to silver as the shapes transmogurate into church bells. Deborah cuts through the amassed crowd and ran down the school grounds, out of the school, down the high street, and towards the church. There, she sees someone riding a bike, she charges at him, grabbing him by the shirt)

DEBORAH:

A WEDDING…YOU DRAGGED ME HERE TO SEE A WEDDING?

GUY:

Lady, I don't even…get the fuck off me, or you on a mission to lock in an asbo? Crazy bitch, away with ye

DEBORAH:

That's not the same bike I saw in my…I'm…I'm sorry…sorry

(She suddenly lets out a brutal scream, on the vrge of tears and psychologically exhausted by her ordeals that nothing seems to have prevented)

DEBORAH:

WHIT DO YA WHANT? AH'VE PUT MAH DIGNITY ON THE LINE IN FRONT OF MAH PEERS AND PRINCESSES FER A MESSAGE YET TO COME…AH'VE ALL AH WANT IS TAE LIVE MY…MY…OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, WHAT DO YAE WHANT? AH'M NO THE MARRYIN' TYPE, SO WHY BELLOW ME WITH THEM BELLS? WHAT IS IT YOU WANT OF ME?

SANDRA:

C'mon hen, let's go home

(Deborah freezes at that final word, a trigger word like the others, but instead of feeling the pull of the bridge in her head opening, she instead sees her own face, her own head, not the bridge…this asserts that SHE, for some reason, is in control of what she sees and feels)

DEBORAH:

Yeah, I think I OUGHT to "go home"…

ACT III

SCENE V:

RAILWAY BRIDGE

DEBORAH:

And that's when the best bells in the world started ringing

(We DISSOLVE into a calvalcade of wedding bell choirs before gradually FADING IN on Lucy's face, tramsfixed now by the realization Deborah has cracked the mystery of the emerald champion)

LUCY:

THE BIKE…You sussed out who it belonged to…

DEBORAH:

After that playground hazing, I realized it was time to trust my own instincts. Ego had been my only friend, now I had to trust OTHER people's egos just to get

My now extremely sharp self-confidence was ripe for datin', so I got together in the mirror and focused on the bridge…not to focus on staying on the same spot, but focus on jumping from nexus tae nexus, kind of like a multivariable dating service. I helped Lauren with her homework in one turn, got a kind of revenge on Fred on another

Ah was makin' mah own reality as I went along and it felt glorious, like God just gave me the keys to the valuxwagon, no longer being fearful of the future, I was creatin' it. I started becoming more learnerd, see what I did there? Now I'm more astute, prideful, and I certainly can work at my own pace.

The bridge always works in different ways…I see mahself as a scientist, a lover, a MA, can ya believe it?

(A voice calls from behind her, it's Donald, situated on top of the green bycycle she had seen in her visions)

DONALD:

I can believe it

(She sees Donald before her, she falls, surprised, backwards into the river, Donald and Lucy share a laugh, Deborah briefly panics as she gets up, dressing down any stains on her dress with her equally dirty hands, she is too dazed

DEBORAH:

I was right, I was SO right, it WAS your bike, it was…I could FEEL my heart beat faster as I clued everything together, the accerleration catapulting me towards this moment

DONALD:

I could feel it…you know, as I… I could feel that…

(He pauses, as lost in thought, not quite understanding things the same as Deborah)()

DONALD:

There was a guy inside me…a man…

LUCY:

Oh hen, he's been molested…

(Donald rebuffs, laughing)

DONALD:

No…not in THAT sense…I mean…I mean…there was a guy, curled up in my soul, and he wanted everyone to be like him…wanted everything to match himself because he got so pissed with the world, so pissed about the games rather than LIVE 'em, he got too wound up about that world and BECAME it…he became the world…and I couldn't stand that..then I realized…

DEBORAH:

We ARE the world love. All of us. Under God, the one true path, beyond even oor eyes and ears but never from our beating hearts…we have tah balance both worlds as best as we can ripple across the shores and lakes, baptise us in earth, and test our love through fire and obstacle…we are our eyes an' ears, an' when we KNOW the answers tae the questions others don't ask..ya realize the reason they don't ask is they don't wanna be spoiled and be given multiple choice on their way…but there's no choice in this, it's what's testin' us as a race, testin' me, TELLIN' ME, an' you, an' everyone we're MORE. LOOK AT ME. I shoplift, ah terrorize you, ah have friends with benefits still loitering aroon the place, LOOK at me…ah'm wearing an emerald dress that doesn't fit me, chalk one up for my size measurements, but LOOK at me

You know what got me this far? The bridge. You know what got me here BEFORE? ME. You know who gave me the bridge that led to YOU? YOU.

DONALD:

How do you possibly figure that?

(Deborah gives him a coy look)

DEBORAH:

All that mind and yet you can't cut through the more obvious meat….you gave me it because AH LOVE YOU.

(She looks back at the river, placing both hands to her chest lovingly, she closes her eyes and breaths in the air around her)

DEBORAH:

Do ya know this place is a POPPY-FIELD in another reality? Poppies everywhere, the esscence is…oh it's like Camelot it is.

You know who I felt the most in there? That never-ending yearning? YOU. Always, unfathomably YOU. All the brief times ah saw boyfriends become husbands, all those times the octopus within got it's tenantacle stuck intae every wan HERE…all those times and ya didn't once let go of mah grip…you made me LIKE myself in every reality, every choice. True love. TRUE-LOVE.

DONALD:

Is that a bridge too far for you?

(Donald smiles, and walks into the water, the two embrace and kiss. Lucy smiles, then checks her watch)

LUCY:

I've got tae head back over now, thanks for the fairy tale folks

DEBORAH:

You sure you want to pack up and go back to your world?

LUCY:

If I don't, the bridges burned will be with my bosses…time waits for noone, not even the curious…and even when time isn't on your side all the time, dreams can come true for the most wanting

DONALD:

One would argue numbers make all the "difference"…it all depends on who does the math

DEBORAH:

Oh you cheeky shit, you KNOW I hate whenever that's brought up

DONALD:

That I do don't I?

DEBORAH:

Oh on yer bike…

(The two resume kissing, then begin to playfully tease one another by splashing one another, two playful former enemies turned lovers)

THE END