[ACT 1: SCENE 2]
[START SCENE 2]
[SUPER at bottom left hand corner screen]
[SUPER: Four hours later]
[SCENE: LANE household, TRENT's bedroom. TRENT and JANE are sitting on the bed, TRENT is wearing a pair of faded shorts so threadbare they're almost transparent. There is a pile of clothes between TRENT and JANE. TRENT is folding a shirt. JANE is staring at a white pair of pants in her hand. ]
Jane: I can't believe it.
Trent [not looking up]: Yes, Veronica, there is a Santa Claus - [beat] more importantly, there's nothing growing in Trent's cupboard.
[CAMERA PAN TO: the floor of TRENT's bedroom - now empty of the piles of clothes and random junk. The carpet is a fuzzy grey colour. The door of the cupboard is open showing that it is completely empty except for a dangling hanger]
[CUT TO: TRENT still sitting on bed]
Trent: I can't believe I was so bored I cleaned up his bedroom. [beat] No wait. Yes I can. [sighs] I have no life - it's official.
Jane [V/O]: Only you, Daria, would switch bodies with my brother and claim you had no life.
[CAMERA PANS: JANE and TRENT. JANE is still looking at the white pair of pants she's holding]
Jane: I'm really hoping that Trent had a pair of white jeans before we did his laundry - because if not. [beat; drops the jeans] Eeeewwwww.
Trent [deadpan]: Chameleon clothes - next on Sick Sad World
Jane [thoughtful]: I prefer 'Tales from the wardrobe: turn my white jeans black' myself.
Trent: [glancing down at body] Please don't say that when I'm in the body of your brother. [shudders. Beat; TRENT continues folding clothes] What time did you say Trent was turning up?
Jane: I'm assuming he'll head back here after his last class.
[S/X: quacking]
Trent: Don't tell me we missed Trent's pet duck when we cleaned up the mess. [beat; semi-alarmed] We didn't did we?
Jane: [grins] Yes. Didn't you notice Chibi-duckman? Trent raised him from an egg. [beat; at TRENT's expression] The phone Daria. That thing you pick up and say 'Roadkill Café, you kill 'em we grill 'em!' into?
[Both turn to stare at TRENT's duck phone.]
Trent: I thought Trent had really bad taste in paperweights.
Jane: The wire running from its butt didn't clue you in at all?
Trent: Duck anatomy not being a major concern of the average girl in a boy's body - no. [beat]
[S/X: quacking continues]
[TRENT picks up the duck around the neck, fumbling slightly]
Trent: Yes?
Nic [V/O] [Tiny; through telephone speaker]: Yo Trent.
Trent: Yo? [obvious that DARIA doesn't recognise NIC's voice on the telephone]
Nic [V/O] [Tiny] [suspicious]: You don't sound like you got a cough.
Trent: Um [coughs] I do. [coughs]
[CUT TO: JANE arching an eyebrow]
[PAN OVER: TRENT holding telephone]
Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Whatever. Look don't forget we've got practise tomorrow morning for the gig at Joseph's next week. He's offering twice what McGrundy does. Our only competition is that boy-band cover 'Unsynched'. We're in if we get the sound perfect -
Trent: [alarmed; eyes wide] [coughs] I've got a cough -
Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Yeah - you've sung with bronchitis before -
Trent: [desperate] And I sprained my wrist -
Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Jesse can switch to main guitar -
Trent: [really alarmed now] And -
Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: If Joseph's hires us, we'll be pulling in at least a hundred bucks a night. [beat] So wake up on time to let us into the garage tomorrow.
[S/X: dial tone]
[TRENT drops phone]
[CAMERA ZOOM IN: TRENT's eyes wide]
Trent: . . .
[END ACT 1: SCENE 2]
