Fade in on Thomas, Irene, and Rose. Thomas is 17 and is lazily playing a game of ping-pong with Irene, who is freshly 16. Rose sits on a couch to the left, fussing about her hair as she pulls the tangled mess into a bun.

THOMAS

I know nothing about my family, on my dad's side. Really. I think I could tell you only their names with confidence. Sometimes I make up faces to put to the names. Like maybe my grandma Helen has sandy hair and a mustache.

The two have gotten themselves hooked on a conversation about family origins. They volley the small white ball back and forth as they joke.

IRENE

Oh yeah. I can see it now, a black mustache and nasty fingernails. Like she hasn't washed her hands in decades.

IRENE wiggles her fingers at THOMAS, and they both laugh.

IRENE

We're Jewish. All of us, my family I mean. There was a time when everybody was pretty close, but when my parents divorced everything... split. Anyway, we used to play ping-pong a lot when I was younger, my parents hosted these huge tournaments in the summer. That's probably why I am kicking your ass right now.

ROSE is playing music on her speaker. She swirls her hands to the beat, like the conductor of an orchestra.

ROSE

We're Jews too. But like, Ukrainian Ones. Hardcore. My дедушки family is..was in Kyiv forever.

ROSE pauses for a moment, taking a breath

ROSE

Anyways Ukrainian music is too aggressive. It has nothing on this.

ROSE turns up the music as she begins to dance around the basement.