the passage is from Jerusalem by Jez Butterworth. What 2 Trevs stand for?
GINGER. I’m a DJ.
JOHNNY. He’s an unemployed plasterer.
PROFESSOR. I see. Are you pure or applied?
GINGER ( to the PROFESSOR) . Just a tick, mate. ( To JOHNNY . ) Since, right, I’m pencilled in second if 2 Trevs pulls out today, from the car park of The Cooper’s at sunset. I got my records in the car. ( To the PROFESSOR . ) Sorry. You were saying.
PROFESSOR. A DJ, eh?
GINGER. That’s right, mate.
In another part:
GINGER. I fucking am. Possibly. I’m standby DJ at The Cooper’s.
WESLEY. Are you?
GINGER. Yes I fucking am. I spoke to Sue.
WESLEY. She never said nothing. When?
GINGER. Last week. I’m back-up for 2 Trevs. If the 2 Trevs can’t make it, or, say, one or both of the Trevs is ill.
WESLEY. I just spoke to them, they’re fine. They’re on their way.
GINGER. Right. But, what if they, you know… LEE. Get lost?
LEE. Have a fight. Musical differences.
GINGER. Or food poisoning. One of them could eat a dodgy burger.
LEE. They’re called 2 Trevs. There’s two Trevs. So if one Trev eats a dodgy burger. There’s a spare Trev.