All language subtitles for 2-37.2006.DVDRip.x264-ZYURANGER-English

[film reel clicking]

[loud thud]

- Hello?

Is anyone in there?

Hello?

Please...

Open...

Open the door.

Mister, quick,
there's someone hurt.

Hurry up.

[pounding on door]

Hurry up!

- Yes, yes, relax.

Get out of the way.
Out of the way!

- Open the door!

[pounding on door]

- Hello?
Is there somebody in there?

Yes, go away, please.

Find somebody else to annoy.

[pounding on door]

- What's happened?
- Hello?

Hello?
I said piss off!

Now!

[pounding on door]

Hello?
Is there somebody in there?

Open up.

You sure
there's someone in there?

- Yes, I'm sure.
- Well, go and get the janitor.

Hello?
Hello?

Mate?

Mate, is that you in there?

Shit.

Shit!

[pounding on door]

Open the door!

If there's someone in there,
open the door!

Open the door!

- You sure
there's someone in there?

- Just open
the fucking door!

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, no, it's me—
yeah, it's me playing.

Um, all right, well, yeah,

I'll talk to you about it
in the first break, okay?

All right, yeah, cool.
See you.

Mel!

Next year,
when school's finished...

I'm leaving, Melody!

I'd really like
to be like my dad.

You know, he's just...

You just got to admire him.

I mean, he works really,
really hard.

He's successful.

He's a partner
in his major firm,

you know, six-figure salary.

They have these
fucking beautiful offices.

Mel!

- [sobbing]

- I'm leaving, Melody!

- I remember
when I was little—

I was probably
about eight or nine.

And I'd saved up
all my money

for those
dollar-a-day commercials,

you know the ones with the kids
with all the flies

all over their face?

Anyway, I sponsored
this little girl.

Her name was Jamina.

She was so cute.

Anyway,
my brother Marcus found out,

who then told my dad.

God, he got so angry.

He said I was wasting money.

You know, she could've died.

I love kids.

I think I could be
a primary school teacher.

It'd be fun.

Oh, and animals too.

They're just so gorgeous.

We weren't allowed pets,
though.

[classical music playing]

[light tapping]

[taps keyboard]

[whispers]
- Fuck.

[man talking]

Yeah, I've got a good body,

but it's not about being vain,
you know?

It's about being
a top-class athlete.

Like, I love scoring goals
and winning and, you know,

just making good time.

And then
I fucking hate school.

I sit there and I listen to shit
that has no relevance to me.

Like, fair enough
for someone else

who's gonna go off and be a
lawyer or some shit like that,

but for me, it's just
fucking useless, you know?

Who actually gives a fuck
about some dead poet

from 200 years ago?

Premier League soccer players,

we don't need maths
or Shakespeare

or Tutan-fucking-Khamen,
you know?

[lighter clicks]

[classical music blaring]

- Luke!

I love tits.

I love pussy.

[giggles]

I just love women.

I guess saying all that shit
makes me normal, huh?

So that people can
just look at me and say,

"Oh, he's just this normal
horny little kid."

You want to know
the truth, though?

I love cock.

I love ass.

And saying that shit,
people just look at me like—

look at me like I'm this sick,
perverted, twisted,

little, fucking outcast.

That's school, though, innit?

- After next year,

all my friends want to be
big independent women

or have some great career.

Yeah.

I think marriage
is a nice thought.

Now, I know there's probably
a million feminist butch chicks

out there who'd kill me
for saying that,

but I'm not talking about
one of those fat housewives

who goes shopping
in their trackies.

I just like the idea
of being in love.

I mean,
just 'cause you're married

doesn't mean
you have to let yourself go.

- And we've had 100 minutes
of end-to-end football

here tonight

and some very tired legs
out there now.

To Viera.

Ooh, it's a careless pass.

Intercepted
by Ryan Giggs.

And now Manchester United
streaming ahead in numbers now.

Dwight Yorke making a run
for the corner flag.

Support waiting
in the center as well,

but it's still Giggs
on the edge of the area.

Past Keown now.

Past Dixon.

And a sensational goal.

How can Arsenal
possibly come back

after such an unbelievable
finish as that?

Ryan Giggs surely has never
hit a more telling strike

at such a vital time,

surely clinching
this FA Cup semifinal

for Manchester United.

And you'll have
to wait a long time

to see another goal like that.

- Back home in England,
me and my family,

we always lived on the same
street, same house.

And all neighbors and friends,
they knew my medical problems.

I've got one leg
longer than the other one.

And that gives me a limp.

I was also born
with two urethras.

One of them,
I can control,

and one of them just
does its own thing,

and I wet myself.

And it's really embarrassing.

I started school here
three months ago.

And we moved down here.

I used to have this saying that
the shit would hit the fan,

but it would never hit me.

Recently, it's really,
really started to stink.

- Hey.

Mel!

Mel!

Listen,
you're gonna be okay.

Mel!

Melody!

- Hey, Mel.

- Hey.

- What's up?

- Not much.

- Your mum still away?

- Yeah, she is.

I haven't really
spoken to her for a while.

- Oh, really?

When she getting back?

- I don't know.

Probably three weeks or so.

- So you're home alone?

- Yeah.

It's just me and Marcus.

I mean, I don't know.

- Okay, there he is.

- Good luck.

- See you upstairs.

Hello.

- Ah, hey.

- How are you?

- Not bad.

[playing somber piano music]

Sr

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I heard your story in English
did really well.

Sr

- You know, it's, um...

It's been said that...

exposure
to classical kinds of music

as a child triggers these
neuro pathways in your brain

that create this spatial
temporal reasoning ability.

It increases your intellect.

- Your story...

was it, um...

about somebody in particular?

Was it...

personal?

- Of course
it was personal.

- Oh.

Who was it about?

- Look, I gotta go.

- Marcus.

Come on.
I didn't...

[continues playing]

[hallway chatter]

- Hey, Luke.

What happened at the party
after I left?

- Oh, I was fucking gone, man.

- You were fucked.

- I'd gone over to the corner
to take a slash, right,

‘cause I was fucking paro.

And this little bastard
taps me on the shoulder—

- What, Dino?

- No.
Yeah, Ben.

So I turn around
while I'm taking a piss

and just piss
all over this guy, man.

- You fucking pissed
all over him?

- What did Ben do?

- What could he do, man?
He was covered in piss.

- Hey, Seany!

- Hey, Sean.

How's it going, buddy?

- You'd get fucking shit
on your dick?

[all laughing]

Hey, Sean, you like taking it
or giving it, huh?

I could give it to you, Seany.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, I'm gonna come.

Yeah, you like that?

Hey, oh, come on.
Give us a kiss.

- Get the fuck off of me.

- Oh.

- Ooh.

- What, we're not good enough
for you, Seany?

- You're fucking pathetic.

- Fucking cock jockey.

- Hey, babe.

Hey, guys.

She's always looking at him.

- Oh, whatever.

- She is.

- [coughing]

[hawking up phlegm]

[spits]

- What the fuck are you doing?

Get out!

- What is wrong with him?

- Probably stoned.

It's disgusting.

- Fuck.

- Did you hear about Greg's
having cancer?

- Shit.
Is it bad?

- I don't know.
I think so.

- That's sad.

-ltis.

- All right,
how do I look?

- You look hot.

- All righty,
I'll see you after.

- All right,
I'll see you later.

- Hey, Sarah.
- Hey!

- Can you wait two minutes?

- Yeah,
I'll meet you down there.

- All right.
- See you.

- See you.

- Give us a kiss.

What, we're not good enough
for you, Seany?

- You're fucking pathetic.

- Fucking cock jockey!

- Hey, babe.

Hey, guys.

- We're gonna cruise,
Lukey.

- See ya.

Uh, I gotta go.

- Oh, I just got here.

- See you.

Hey, guys, wait.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Where's Luke going?

- Class or something.

Where were you?

- Oh, this student video thing.

- Oh.
- You gonna do it?

- No.

- So how are things
with Luke?

- Mm, okay.

- God, what is wrong with him?

- That is disgusting.

- That...
that is gross.

- I'm not touching
that railing.

- Shouldn't you be at school?

- Yeah, I am at school.
I'm at a payphone.

So how's your holiday?

- Oh, God,
it's so sunny down here.

Wish you were here with me.

- Yeah.

- How's your father?

- He's okay.

I haven't really seen him.

He's interstate
at the moment.

- What?

He left you guys alone?

- No...

Please don't tell him.

I wasn't meant
to say anything.

- Unbelievable.

How did you get to school?

- Marcus drove us.

- Typical.

- Anyway, I just...

I just rang to say
that I miss you.

- Is everything all right?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay, sweetie.

Gotta run.
Love you.

- Love you too.

- Hey, Melody,
you still there?

- Yeah.

- Take care
of your brother, okay?

- Okay.

[phone clicks]

My parents really
pushed my brother into things,

like school, music,
everything.

It's just so different
with me, though.

You know, any time I started
getting good at something,

piano or dance or basically
anything arty,

Dad would just
stop paying lessons.

It's like he hated me
being good at things.

Hell, he wouldn't even let me
listen to music.

He's weird.

And I know that sounds stupid.

I know that.

But...

that's just the way it seems.

- That's good.

That's good.

You've shown some
really perceptive discussion

on the legal side
of same-sex marriage

and the legal side
of adoption.

But what about the kids
in this whole issue?

How are they
going to be affected?

What's going to be their place
in this complicated jigsaw?

Yeah.

- Um, well,
I don't really think it matters.

If you have parents that are
the same sex or male and female,

you're still gonna get
the same amount of love.

And the kid's gonna be
brought up fine.

I can kind of see, though,
if other people—

they'll probably look at him
differently, I reckon.

- Why would they
look at them differently?

- Well, I mean, obviously,

people are gonna find out
that his parents are gay.

So you know, he's gonna get
harassed and teased at school.

You know, it's just rude,
and it's unfair.

- Exactly, yeah.

That kid would have to put up
with all of the torment

that he'd get because his
parents made the selfish choice

to have that relationship
and then bring them into it.

- What, you're saying that
it's selfish for two people

to have a child,
for two loving people

to bring a kid
into a loving family?

Is that what you're saying?

- No, it's just—
it's not natural

for two gay men to have a kid.

- It's got
nothing to do with natural.

If two people love each other,

they should be able to bring
and raise a child—

- It's not about love.

I mean, they've never been able
to adopt a kid before.

God made Adam and Eve,
not Adam and Steve.

- That's fucking bullshit, mate.

You're referring
to a Bible reference.

It's a creation story.
It's a myth.

- Look, if two dudes
are bringing up a kid,

of course the kid's gonna be
a fag in the end, aren't they?

- You're fucking ignorant, mate.

You're fuck—
you're ignorant.

- Settle. Come on.
Hey, hey.

- My parents
are straight as an arrow.

- Look at you.
You're a fag.

You're trying to inflict it
on the rest of us.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is not
a personal discussion.

It's a discussion
about issues, okay?

What's the issue that
you are trying to direct here?

Keep your personal stuff
out of it.

- G'day, mate.

Bit early today.

- Yeah.

- Hey,
I heard you playing before.

I didn't know
you were musical.

- Well, I've been playing
since I was a little kid.

- Yeah, well, it shows.

- Thanks.

- Hey, I read your story.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah.

I liked it.

- Thanks.

- Sounds like you're in love,
huh?

- [chuckles]

- Hey, listen,
about that,

your story.

And this is just a formality,
but...

- A formality?

What do you mean?

- It's sort of—I was
thinking about it last night.

And...

- You know it's my piece.

- Oh, of course.

No, no, no.
It's not that.

It's...

Well, it's...

It's the content.

- What are you—
I don't unders—

What are you trying to say?

- Well, it's...

I mean, I'm sure you'll agree
it's not a story

that every Tom, Dick, and Harry
would write.

- Yeah, okay.

- And it touched upon some very
sensitive and erotic issues.

- Yeah, all right.

But you understand
that it's just a story.

- I know.
I know, I know, but...

Look, let me
put it to you this way:

If someone came in here

and wrote up a story about
shooting up the whole school,

it'd be my responsibility
to check it out.

- Right, I understand that,

but this story isn't about
shooting up the whole school.

It's a love story,
for Christ sakes.

- Did you write it
about anyone in particular?

- No, I didn't.

And everybody's
been asking me that.

And it wasn't about anyone.

And it wasn't written
for anyone.

It's just a story.
That's all itis.

- And if I showed it to someone,
say, your father, perhaps...

- Nol
Why would you show it to him?

It's—
- Okay, relax.

- No, I can't relax.

It doesn't even have
anything to do with him.

And, look, I just—

I wrote the story
because I wanted to be—

Look, I want it
to be controversial,

and I want it to be different
so I could win.

And I did win.

And that's what it's about.

That's all.
It's a story.

- Forget I said anything, okay?

It's all good.

Just don't worry, okay?

Okay, guys.

Now, if you can get your books
straight out today

and open up to page 24.

We are studying
the Scottish play.

Okay, now...

- I remember one time,

we had this babysitter.

And this is when Mom and Dad
were still together.

But anyway,
we had this babysitter.

And Melody and I fell—

Well, Melody fell asleep.

I was still half awake.

And Mom and Dad got home,
and they paid the babysitter.

And Dad...

Dad didn't even wait until
they got into the bedroom.

Like, I don't know.

I guess he thought
that we were both asleep.

But he—I remember,
he just ripped off her clothes

and just starting fucking her
like right then and there

on the couch.

And I know
I should be disgusted.

Like, I know that.

I was—
well, it's not like—

Iwas...

I don't know.

I guess I still think about it.

- Hey, guys.

Hey.

Where you going?

All right, I'll feed you.

Hey, babies.

Come on,
out the way.

There we go.

Hey, sweetie.

Hello.

You're getting big.

Yeah.

You little cutie.

Huh?
You remember me.

Oh.

Don't be scared.

It's okay.

Hey.

What's going on in there, huh?

- Hey, Melody.

Hmm.

You've been really great
with the animals this term.

It's a cute one,
isn't she, Daisy?

- Yeah, she is.

- Hey, you know, someone
has to take them home each week

for the weekend.

Maybe you could—
- No.

My brother's allergic.

- Marcus?

- Yeah.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Fuck, this is boring as shit.

- Bloody refos.

I reckon someone
should sew his lips together.

- Luke!
Tom!

- [chortles]

[both chortling]

- All right, get out of here
now, both of you.

- Okay, thank you.

- Hey, what do you reckon of
that Claire chick in there?

- The fat one?

- She's not fat.
- She's huge, man.

- She got good tits,
though, no?

- My girl has twice the tits
and half the framing.

- Yeah, but that's Sarah,
you know?

I mean, she's like a twig.

You go too hard on Sarah,
you're gonna break her.

- Got a small cock.

[clears throat]
Virgin.

- Shut the fuck up, man.

- What?

Cheers.

I was thinking, right?

I reckon
I want to ass-fuck her.

- Sarah?

- Yeah.

What's wrong with that, man?

- You want to ass-fuck her?

- Nothing gay, man.

- You just want
to put your cock in her—

- Fuck you.

- Wait, check it out.

- What is that smell?

[girls giggling]

- Steven?

Steven?

May I see you outside?

- Oh.

- What is the matter with you?

Steven, I'm speaking to you.

Bit old for this sort of thing,
aren't you?

You better go
and get yourself cleaned up.

Then you'd better go
and see the counselor.

- Mr. Darcy,
my bag and books...

they're inside.

- Aren't we lucky
it wasn't number twos?

- I was thinking, right?

I reckon
I want to ass-fuck her.

- Sarah?

- Yeah.

What's wrong with that, man?

- You want to ass-fuck her?

- Nothing gay, man.

- You just want
to put your cock in her—

- Fuck you.

- Wait, check it out.

Hey, how are you going,
Uneven Steven?

- Steve, are you all right, bro?

- Look.
He's had an accident.

- You've pissed yourself, man.
That's horrible.

- You reek, bro.

- Watch out,
watch out, the stairs.

Uh...

Uh.
Shit, that sucks.

Oh, wait up, man.

- I didn't mean to do it.

I mean, it's not like...

It's not like
I can control it.

Before I knew it, it was—
my trousers were just wet.

It's just like a routine now.

And my parents, they used
to send me with these—

with perfume to school

to try and mask the smell,

but that was pretty hopeless.

And then they tried—

well, we tried
these pad thingies.

And I think they were meant
to absorb the wee,

but, God,
that was a stupid idea.

That didn't work either.

So now the only thing
that I can really do is,

I just pack
the same pair of trousers

that I'm wearing that day
and underwear

and then take them to school.

And yeah,
I suppose that works.

But some days, I go—

I wet myself more than once.

And it's frustrating.

It's embarrassing.

[door squeaks]

[exhales]

- [coughing]

[vomits]

[coughing]

[vomits]

[toilet flushes]

- Sure, we think
we have family and friends.

But when stuff happens,

when really
serious stuff happens...

You just feel so alone.

And you can't tell people.

I mean, they'll probably listen,

but they don't know everything.

In fact,
they don't know anything.

It's just...

some stuff, you can't share.

So what do you do then?

- He's really beautiful.

- Which one?

- Luke.

- Yeah.

- I know you think he is.

- Yeah, he is.

- So, um...

would you...

Would you fuck him?

Sorry.
I mean, um...

Would you give him
your virginity?

- So did you hear Michael's
back in hospital?

- Yeah, I heard.

- Slut.

- Fucking bitch.

- Don't worry about it.

- No, who the hell
does she think she is?

- Seriously,
don't worry about it.

Anyway, I gotta go.

- Okay, well,
I'll see you at 4:00.

- Yeah.

- [coughing]

[vomiting]

[toilet flushes]

- [sniffling]

- I can't believe...

She was right there with it.

- Well, what was it?

- It was positive.

- Fuck.

So she's pregnant?

Wait, Sarah, tell me
exactly what happened.

- She stopped,
and I saw her.

What was I supposed to do, huh?

- I never thought
she'd get a fuck.

- Bullshit.

- Wait, well, whose
do you think it is then?

Sarah, come on.
- No.

- Don't do this to yourself.
- You don't understand.

She's with him
more than I am.

- Look, he loves you.
You know he does.

This is stupid.

You do this every time.

- Look, it's his.
I know it.

Slut.

- Fucking bitch.

- Don't worry about it.

- No, who the hell
does she think she is?

- Hey, babe.

- That's it, boys.

- I gotta go.

- Oh, babe, just a minute?

- Sorry.

- God, they were all so jealous
of Luke and I.

He had his pick
of every girl in the school,

and he chose me.

It's not like I tried
to trick him or anything.

I didn't.

I can trust him.

I know I can.

The girls can be so bitchy.

And frankly, they'll do anything
to get what they want.

It's not always
the guy's fault.

- At home, I've got this list
of all the football greats,

like Beckham and Ronaldo
and Zidane and all of them.

One day,
I'm gonna be on that list.

[crowd noise swells]

[crowd noise swells]

And this is
Steven's comeback game.

He's been out for about a year
with a leg injury now.

And what an important comeback
game this one's set to be.

He's just got on his
first touch of the game.

It looks to be
a good interception

at the halfway line.

He takes it round one defender.

Oh, skips past another,

and he's gone past Ronaldo
like he's not even there.

He lays it off.

This is brilliant playing.

He gets it back
at the edge of the box,

and he shoots, and it's straight
into the top right corner.

Oh, and the crowd goes wild.

This is absolutely a brilliant
play by Steven in England.

Wembley hasn't seen
play like this since '66.

The Brazilians are gutted.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I was watching
one of those courtroom dramas.

And there's that moment
when the jury

come out of deliberation
and they tell the judge

whether or not
this guy's gonna be guilty.

Oh, the tension is so thick,

you actually could
cut it with a knife.

I mean,
that's what it was like

when we got a test
or an assignment back.

You know, you just avoid all
the scribble on all the pages

and you just head
straight to the verdict.

I mean,
I usually do pretty well.

But you know,
those few times

I heard that guilty verdict,

my dad...

Yeah, he really tore me up.

You know, he's always like,

"Oh, yeah, yeah, it's good,

but is it good enough?"

And...

Everything always just has to be
so fucking perfect with him.

He's usually right, though.

[knocks on door]

- Marcus.

- Yeah, look, I just saw
my mark for the test.

- Yeah, 87.

Not bad.

- Yeah, I know,
it's pretty good,

but I need 3 more percent.

- Well, there's
no negotiating with marks.

- Look, I understand that.

In any other circumstance,
that would be fine—

- No, in all circumstances,
we don't change the marks.

- Look.
Please, you don't understand.

Look, if you could just check
over that paper once, I'm sure—

- No, I'm not
checking over anything, no.

- Look, please
just put my mind at rest.

- Look, Marcus, if you want
to continue with this nonsense,

we can talk about lowering
your overall mark by 5%.

- Mrs. Jacobs, look,
you don't understand.

- Good-bye, Marcus.
Good-bye Marcus.

- Please!
- Good-bye.

[pounds on door]

- Fuck.

- Hey, I got the music
you were after.

What's up with you?

- She wouldn't even
fucking listen to me.

- Who?

- Jacobs.

I needed a 90.

- What did you get?

87's awesome.

What are you talking about?

Marcus.

- I think most people probably
see me as a geek or a nerd

or whatever.

They never really give me
much trouble, though.

I don't know.

But the other times that they do
give me a bit of grief,

I just look at them
and think to myself,

"Well, in five years,
you'll be on fucking welfare

and serving me
at McDonald's," so...

Yeah, well...

That's a comforting thought.

- Get back to your mum.

Hey, dude.

Look who's
checking you out, man.

- Which one?

- The fucking blonde one.
What's her name?

- Mel.
- Melody.

Oh, you'll have me
singing to that tune all night.

Ah, ooh, Melody.

- Ooh, Melody.

- I've known her
since I was like six, man.

- Oh, whatever, man.

Look, you got to tell me that
with a straight face.

Tell me you wouldn't want
a piece of that ass.

- Did you see that look?

- I saw that look, man.

- You've fucking done her
already, haven't you?

Did you fuck her in the ass?
- Was it tight?

Look, man,
you're with your boys.

You can tell us.
- No.

- You took her home.

You stroked her hair.

And you fucked her up the ass.

- Fuck off.

Eh?

- Oi, Jaymo.

- Hey, man.

- Great work today, man.

- You all right, Luke?

- It's all a fucking game
at school, you know?

I mean, the shit that goes on
there, seriously...

Yeah, I'll give someone shit
or pay 'em out,

but I doubt
he's gonna go home

and cry himself
to sleep over it.

You know,
you got to be tough,

otherwise people will stomp
you down to the fucking ground.

It's a jungle, and if you can't
fake your way through school,

how the fuck are you gonna
make it in the real world, huh?

Tell me that.

[air dryer droning]

[door opens]

- You want me to call a plumber,
Steven?

- I love my family,

my mum, my dad,
my brother, my sister.

Through all of this,

they've been sitting
at my bedside in hospital

or waiting in waiting rooms
when I've been in theatre,

and they've just been brilliant
through all of this.

And it's just been amazing,

their support.

And now when I have
trouble at school,

I just—I just don't think
I can complain to them.

I don't think I can.

They deserve to have
better than that now.

Yeah, it's...

[door opens]

- Sean, g'day, mate.

Come on through.

What's that?

- It's just my folks.

They...

They got me, like,
this dog the other day.

- Oh, cool.
- Yeah.

- What sort?

- Oh, it's like a husky,
I guess.

It looks sort of like a wolf.

- How's he settling in?

- Well,
I cut its fucking throat.

- You killed it?

- [laughs]

No, I'm just joking.

It's going good.
Yeah, I like it.

- Okay.

And why do you think your...

why do you think your parents
bought you a dog?

- I don't know.
It's just...

Lately—I guess since—

It's probably since I came out,
you know,

they've been fucking badgering
me constantly about,

"Why don't you bring
any people home anymore?"

And...

I guess it's about—they want me
to have companionship.

It just fucking shits me off,

because my dad,
especially,

always in my ear constantly.

He thinks this is a phase.

He thinks
that I'm just a teenager,

that this
whole fucking gay thing

is just gonna disappear,
you know what I mean?

It's just fucking shit.

He knows I'm gay.

He has to fucking deal with it,
and that's it.

- It's really hard
for fathers to understand.

- Oh, yeah, but I mean,
I'm his kid; I'm his son.

How fucking hard is it
to accept your kid?

- And parents want their kids
to grow up like they did.

- Big deal.

Did your parents, like—

Did you grow up
how your dad was?

- No, I didn't, but it's
a natural parental instinct.

I mean, parents
want their kids to be happy.

- I've been as subtle as I can
with this whole thing.

And it's fucking blowing up
in my face.

- How are things with your mum?

- She's a fucking bitch.

I don't even go out
with my parents anymore.

I don't even go to the places
they go to anymore,

because everybody knows
I'm fucking gay.

They don't even ask me
to come anymore.

- Do you talk
to your brother at all?

- No, I don't
talk to my brother.

I mean, he's
the complete opposite, you know?

He's got this career,
and he's gone to uni.

He's done it all.

He's got this woman.

He's probably gonna get married
in a couple years.

Everything's going
really, really well.

And, you know,
here's me fucking...

- So he's the golden boy?

- Oh, of course
he's the fucking golden boy.

I mean, what are they
gonna get out of me?

They're gonna get
grandkids out of him.

I'm just their
dirty little fucking secret.

- So they're ganging up on you.

- They're not ganging up on me.

They're just both against me.

- Hey, Marcus.

Over here.

How are you going?

- Yeah, um, fine.

Um, thanks.

- Hey.

I heard about your sister.

- Melody?

- Yeah.

- Wha...

What did you hear about her?

What are you talking about?

- Look, it's okay.
I know.

- Know what?
What do you...

What are you saying?
What are you talk—

- Marcus, look, you can talk
to me about it, you know?

It's all right.

- What are—what the fuck
are you talking about?

- You mean you didn't hear?

- No, I didn't fucking hear.

What the hell
are you talking about?

- Shit.

Look, I probably
shouldn't have said—

- Fucking tell me.
- Fucking let go, Marcus.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Can you please just fucking tell
me what the fuck is going on?

- All right, all right.

I heard she might be pregnant,
all right?

Just...Jesus.

- Who the fuck told you that?

[door shuts]

- Yeah.

[exhales]

[lighter clicks]

[lighter clicks]

[lighter clicks]

- I can't stand
the whole attitude at school,

you know, all that politically
correct self-righteous bullshit

and calling it my "issues"

and calling me
homo-fucking-sexual.

I mean, fuck that.

You don't call a pussy
a vagina, do you?

I'm fuck—
I'm gay.

It's as simple as that.

Fucking get over it.

[making popping
and clicking sounds]

[chuckles]

[lighter clicks]

[coughing]

[crying]

[exhales]

Fuck, I got to get back
into class.

Ah, fucking Jacobs, fucking...

I got to go to physics.

I got phys—look at that
pink fucking shit.

How the...

No, not good for the animals,
that shit, not good.

No fucking...

[whimpering]

[crying]

[making popping sounds]

- So we're okay?

- Mm-hmm.

-Yo, I'm just
doing some homework.

- I see.

- Where you been?

- Inside Sarah.

- You're fucking kidding me.

- No joke.

I got to take a piss.

- Remember to wipe
the shit off your cock.

- Yeah, get laid first,
then come talk to me.

[humming]

[humming]

- What's going on?

- Dude, just leave.

- You can't fucking
avoid me forever.

- Just fuck off, all right?

Don't fucking touch mel!

- What the fuck?

You're pretty confident,

giving me shit
in front of your mates, huh?

You fucking macho man.

- Just fuck off!

- Oh, look, everyone knows
you're fucking gay, all right?

Fucking get over yourself.

Fucking cunt.

- Fuck!

- Get the fuck
out of my way!

What the fuck?

[sniffling]

Uh!

[crying]

Ah!
Motherfucker.

Ah!

[grunting]

People reckon
I can't fall in love.

But I have.

Who is it?

That's my business,

but it feels fucking great.

I don't know.

One day, I'll be able
to bring him down to the house

so he can meet mum and dad.

I'll make sure he sits
right next to my brother

at the kitchen table.

He'll fucking freak.

[laughs]

[water running]

- What's going on?

- Dude, just leave.

- You can't fucking
avoid me forever.

- Just fuck off, all right?

Don't fucking touch mel!

- What the fuck?

You're pretty confident,

giving me shit
in front of your mates, huh?

You fucking macho man.

- Just fuck off!

- Oh, look, everyone knows
you're fucking gay, all right?

Fucking get over yourself.

Fucking cunt.

- Fuck!

You're fucking dead, cunt.

- Luke, I didn't—

- A word and you're fucked!

- [crying]

- Oh, he's done it again.

[girls giggling]

- You are kidding me.

- He's disgusting.

- I don't think people
mean to be cruel.

Mum says
that they're just kids

and she reckons eventually
things will get better.

School finishes
in three months.

That's 90 days.

90 days can sometimes be

a really,
really long time, though.

- Hey, Steven,
are you okay?

You're bleeding.

I have a tissue if you want.

Hey.

Are you gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I'll be okay.

- Could Simona Carbone please
come to the science lab?

Thanks.

Simona Carbone
to the science lab, thank you.

- Hey,
I've been looking for you.

Baby, what's wrong?

- Fuck off,
all right!

Fuck!

There are some things you just
don't talk about, you know?

I won't, all right?

And I'm just...

just not going to.

- I just love him.

I love everything about him.

He knows more about me
than my own parents do.

I mean, how many people
can say thatat 17?

They call us
the prince and princess.

But they don't realize
that it's not a joke to me.

This is serious.

I could really see us
getting married.

What else can I say?

I love him.

[crying]

- I don't think it's such
a good idea if you go home.

Why don't you try and just go
to your next class?

What do you think of that?

Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, yeah.

- [crying]

- Oh, yeah.

Oh.

- [crying]

[crying loudly]

[wailing]

[crying continues]

[muffled screaming]

- Oh, yeah!

- [crying]

[crying]

[door slams]

- May I just go to the bathroom?

- Yeah, of course.
Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just have to go.

[humming]

He'd been touching me
since I was 13.

Marcus.

But that...

That was the first time
that he actually fucked me.

[crying]

- What?
How do you know?

- My friend
saw the tester.

- Are you dead fucking sure,
sure, that this is—

- I know it was sure.

Fuck, I mean,
no one knows what to do.

Sarah's scared shitless.

She thinks
he's cheating on her.

Well...

well, where are you going?

Marcus, look, you didn't
hear it from me, all right?

Marcus.

Where are you going?
Come on, don't.

Marcus!
- Just leave me alone!

- Marcus!

- Could Simona Carbone please
come to the science lab?

Thanks.

Simona Carbone
to the science lab, thank you.

- Fuck.

You fucking—
you fucking whore.

What the fuck have you said?

What the fuck did you do?

- [crying]

- Is it true?

You fuck...

Fuck.

- [crying]

[screams]

Um...

I'm not too sure what I want
to do when I leave here.

I know I should have
all that planned out by now,

have my goals set.

I know Marcus wants to be
some hot-shot lawyer.

Good on him.

But me?

I could not imagine
sitting behind a desk

all day long.

I want to travel,

get as far away as possible.

- Hey,
I've been looking for you.

Baby, what's wrong?

- Fuck off,
all right!

[locker slams]

Fuck!

- Hey, Steven,
are you okay?

You're bleeding.

I have a tissue if you want.

Hey.

Are you gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I'll be okay.

- Could Simona Carbone please
come to the science lab?

Thanks.

Simona Carbone
to the science lab, thank you.

[loud thud]

- [crying]

- What did you do?

- Is it true?

- [crying]

[loud thud]

[screaming]

[children playing]

- [crying]

[crying]

Marcus, come on.
I didn't—

[crying]

[crying loudly]

[continues crying]

Hey.

Are you gonna be okay?

[crying]

Ah!

[crying loudly]

[coughing]

[gasping]

- Sometimes, you know...

Sometimes you just get so
wrapped up in your own problems

that...

you just don't
notice anybody else.

You know?

- You know,
people talk about reincarnation

and heaven
and what happens when you die

and hell
and all that bullshit.

I mean, it just—none of it
makes sense, you know?

It's just,
people are scared of dying.

But I'm not.

Once you're dead,
you're dead.

It's as simple as that.

- I think the last time I had
a real conversation with her

was year two or something.

That was ten years ago.

- Yeah, um, well,
she was my friend.

And I'm gonna miss her.

Don't really have anything more
to say about it than that.

- She was in my brother's
music class.

I guess
all I can really say is...

she's lucky,

really, really lucky.

- I mean, I knew her.

And she seemed like
a happy enough person.

You know, not once,
not fucking once,

did she ask for help
or indicate in any way

that she was going
to top herself.

You know, maybe she did.

Then I could've helped.

I don't know.

She just...

She never...

I don't know.

- My sister has this little boy,
baby boy, but—

well, he's not really
a baby anymore, I guess.

But he's just
learning to talk

and do animal noises.

And she sent me a video
that she'd taken

on her camera
the other day.

And she's got
him with his face painted

like a little tiger.

And she's saying,
"Oscar, do the tiger noise."

And his...

his little face goes,
"Meow."

And his little lips...

And yeah.

And it's like,
the whole camera's shaking

‘cause
she's laughing so much.

He's just so sweet.

[pounding on door]

Open the door!

If there's somebody in there,
open the door!

Open the door!

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