[COMMERCIAL BUMPER: black and white, slow-motion repeat of TRENT and JESSE singing 'Identity' at
the bar with MAX and NICK in the background]

[START ACT 1: SCENE 2]

[SCENE: DARIA and JANE are walking up to the Lane house when the front door is thrown open. An
angry Nick followed by Jesse and Max storms out]

Jane: Hey - [NICK storms past her. She frowns and grabs the edge of JESSE's vest as he walks
past] Jesse. What's going on?

[JESSE and MAX stops, Jesse has an apologetic look on his face while MAX looks resigned]

Max: Nick and Trent had an argument.

Jesse: And Nick threw Trent out and we had to leave since it's Trent's basement.

Jane [eyebrow raised]: Ever thought of disagreeing with Nick?

Jesse: Nick's my room-mate. It's - not right - to disagree with a decision your room mate makes.

Nick [calling from Tank]: Yo Max! We going or not?!

Max [shrugging]: And I'm driving. [pause] See ya Janey.

Jesse: Yeah. See ya Janey.

[JANE watches as JESSE and MAX get into the Tank and leave]

Daria: Surprised? I thought you said Mystic Spiral broke up at least once every couple of months.

Jane: Usually because Trent and Jesse have a fight - not because Trent and NICK has a fight.
Nick usually doesn't say anything. [beat] Damn. This means Trent's going to be around the house
twenty-four seven for the next couple of weeks till they - [beat. Gets alarmed look] Oh god! My
room! [runs into the house]

Daria: They oh god my room? Right, I must have zoned out and lost half of *that* conversation -
[sees she's alone] Oncoming sign of the apocalypse: Jane misses an opportunity to bring up me
'sympathising' with Trent. [beat] Again. [beat] This would be much more entertaining if Jane
was here to make ironic comebacks. [V/O: "You're talking to yourself again." [beat] "I know."
[beat] "Just go inside the house."]

{DARIA walks into the house]

[SCENE SWITCH: Jane's room. All that can be seen of TRENT is his backside. He's literally
digging through JANE's closet. JANE is trying to pull him out. DARIA is standing at the
doorway, a confused look on her face]

Jane: Damnit Trent!

Trent: Where is it?!

Jane: You know you'll just hate yourself in the morning -

Trent: So what -

Jane: Ever thought about not listening to what [finally overbalances TRENT who falls back while
JANE steps back and falls onto her bed. She pants briefly] Jesse says?

Trent: You mean Nick. He said I couldn't play.

Jane: Normally I would say that he was right but come on Trent - you know you love the music.

Trent: [dejected as he sits, knees up, hands dangling between them, head resting on arms] But can
I play? [looks up] Where'd you hide the whiskey?

Jane [sighing]: You'll hate yourself in the morning.

Trent: [dead voice] It's tradition. When the band breaks up I get dead drunk.

Jane [walking over to bed-side table and pulling out a bottle]: You can explain to Dad - if he
ever comes home - where all his Christmas whiskey went.

Trent: Whatever. [takes the whiskey and stalks out of the room, ignoring Daria]