Detained Class

-I love you.

-You're one of the only things that makes me feel safe.

Who's Coach Dawson?

-We're all on the same team.

-Priorities have changed, Charles.

I really don't think you want to go talking to me like royalty, Prince.

Turns out that you've been lying.

You took everything from us.

I think I'm lost, Matteusz.

Then I will find you.

Our deal still stands. You helped us, we'll help you.

It's the smallest of infractions.

You know, sometimes I think you can't even hear the words you use.

-It was three minutes, at most.

-Late is late, Prince.

-Everything we've been through...

-Everything WE'VE been through?

-Oh, do you mean enslaving me?

-Punishment, it was...

You know what, I'm not going to do this any more.

At any moment,

you could destroy the entire species who killed our people, and yet...

Well, here we stand.

-In a school.

-You shouldn't avenge genocide with genocide.

-That's what the Doctor said.

-Oh, the Doctor...!

And of course,

no-one else in all of time and space can think for themselves.

-It isn't your decision, Quill.

-No.

But detention is.

Wait a minute, all of us?

Quill, hey!

Hey, Quill, what are you doing? LOCK CLICKS

You've all got an hour detention, and I've got things to do.

April's in charge, obviously.

You're sworn to protect me.

And that's why I'm locking you in, Prince.

It's so you won't come to any harm.

But why? Where are you going?! Hey!

She-She can't do this, I-I can't be trapped...inside something,

it's, erm...

I think that she was just trying to be annoying.

Didn't know you were claustrophobic.

COUGHING

What was that?!

An earthquake?

-In London?

-Guys, what's up with the windows?

Agh...

What's up with the door?

Is detention always like this?

# What have I been waiting for?

# Been wasting all my time

# Watching my youth slip away surely is a crime

# We go on and on and on

# Never knowing where, never knowing where

# We gonna, we gonna end up in the morn-ing

# We go on and on and on and on

# Never knowing where, never knowing where

# We gonna, we gonna end up in the morn-ing. #

Oh, my God, what just happened?

This is bad, this is really, really, really bad.

-MATTEUSZ:

-What caused the explosion?

-Really bad.

-Yo, she tried to kill us!

-Quill?

-I'm feeling weirdly pissed off about that.

-Weirdly?

-CHARLIE: She can't.

She has to protect me,

any aggressive move and she'll die herself.

-She's obviously done something, a loophole.

-But what?

She's twisted, I always knew she had it in for us.

-CHARLIE: I don't think she did this.

-So who did?

And what is this anyway? Is it even real?

It can't be space or we'd be dead.

What if we're dead?

No, if this were Heaven, you guys wouldn't be here with me.

-What?

-Not in, like, a mean way.

OK, so what happened?

Where are we?

And how do we get out?

-Nothing. No signal.

-Me neither.

-Who would you call anyway?

-I've got friends.

-Besides us?

-Why are you being so mean, Ram?

And, anyway, we're enough.

We're enough for me.

-What is with you today?

-Guys, was there a sound of a tear opening?

-Did you hear it when you opened the door?

-Maybe.

I was more worried about being locked in a room though, so...

-Could we have got pulled through?

-Or did something knock us astray?

-That's interesting.

-Or deadly.

Yeah, cos nothing's tried to kill us lately(!)

-It looks like...

-A rock.

-A DEADLY rock.

Like an asteroid or something is what I was going to say.

Do you remember the film we watched in astrophysics?

Yeah. It's very boring.

The tears go through all of space and time, so maybe something

hit one of the tears as it opened and knocked us away.

-If we got hit by a meteor...

-Asteroid.

When it enters the asteroid it becomes a meteor.

-You're learning.

-I didn't get into A-levels by accident.

Then why all the extra help?

-Would you get off my back? You're just like my dad!

-What?

-Don't talk to her like that.

-What are you getting pissed off for?

I don't know, I...

SHE SIGHS

-Is it hot in here?

-Eh, I think you may be right about the radiation.

Anyone know the symptoms of radiation poisoning?

-Agony, followed by death.

-He's right!

-I, erm...

-I need to get out of here, please.

-To where?

We're hanging in the middle of nowhere, Charlie,

it's not even space.

And it's not shadow? Can you still feel that?

Shadow...

No, no, shadow feels different, alive, this is...

Like nothing.

Like nothing at all.

Does anyone else feel like the room is closing in on them?

What about the radiation? I don't especially want to die

in here with you lot!

Maybe we're not even trapped,

it's just one of those things where you think you're

in a box, but if you just walked out the door, you'd be fine.

Two birds, one stone.

OTHERS YELL

I'm in Poland.

I'm in Poland.

Is this what Poland looks like?!

I'm with my father, visiting my babcia, it's her birthday.

This is...last year.

This is only last year.

She takes me aside and she says, "Tell me the truth, Matti.

"Tell me the truth."

MUFFLED: Put it down. Put it down.

-Put it down. Put it down!

-I'm afraid of you.

-What?

-It's the truth.

I love you, I think of you all the time.

My heart sometimes breaks just for the thinking of you,

but...I'm also afraid of you.

-Afraid of me?

-Matti...

-You're human. You look human.

You're human all over.

But inside, you're not human at all.

And I'm afraid of who you are, of what you're capable of.

Of what you will do.

Argh!

That's new.

RAM: Whoa.

Great, we're trapped, there's no way out of here.

It's not burnt. It didn't even feel hot when I picked it up.

-So what happened?

-Yeah, you said you were back in Poland.

It was the day I told my grandmother about who I was.

She knew, of course, grandmothers always do,

but she wanted to hear it from me.

And then what?

The truth became clear and had to be said.

I'm not sure it had to be said.

No, that's what I mean - I couldn't stop.

I wanted to, but there it was being said.

But it's only part of the truth, the smallest part,

the angriest part, the most fearful part.

-No, I understand.

-Charlie...

-So, it's an asteroid of truth?

-Meteor of truth.

-Yeah, all right, we heard you, Ram!

-That's not possible though.

Rocks don't make you tell the truth.

Well, they don't knock you into nothingness either.

Yeah, but it's tears in space and time.

Maybe we got knocked out of both.

Don't look at me like that.

Athletes can have brains.

-No, that's not what I'm thinking.

-What?

-What ARE you thinking?

I'm thinking...how do we get knocked back in again?

-What's it going to take?

-How should I know?

What DON'T you know?

-I'm not really afraid of you.

-I'll believe you if you want me to.

-I really will.

-Charlie...

-If that's what you need, I'll do my best.

-It was the stone.

-It was the truth.

I'm not afraid of you now, I'm not afraid of you when we're together.

Just the rest of the time(!)

-Don't you fear for what you love?

-For it, not of it.

You were different. We are different.

Show me one person who knows how to do what we're doing.

I thought we were finding a way.

RAM GROANS LOUDLY

Does it hurt, the alien leg, when you do something like that?

Yes, it hurts when I do something like that.

It does everything a normal leg does.

I was just asking.

I know, I know.

It's the fact that it is a normal leg, that's the problem.

Cos footballers aren't normal, you can't be great and normal.

-Yes, you can.

-Oh, please.

That's just happy-clappy stuff teachers want you to believe.

You know, some people are grateful for so-called normal.

-Like who?

-My mum was in a wheelchair for eight years.

Yeah, well, she's not any more, is she?

Wow! Why are you being such a dick?

I really don't know. I really don't. Besides the being-trapped thing.

I just feel weirdly angry.

Me too.

Let's have a look at that meteor.

OK, let's think this through. Stones don't make you tell the truth.

I didn't do that on purpose!

I believe you. So, that means...

It's means it's...NOT a stone?

Well, it's not JUST a stone.

Correct. So...

-What is it?

-RAM: Alien. APRIL:

-Some unknown material.

-Something stuck to it.

-Something alien stuck to it.

-An energy.

-CHARLIE: Telepathy?

Just...stop us when we get it right, yeah?

I don't know. And that's the problem, isn't it?

We're stuck here and we don't have enough information.

We don't know if we're being poisoned by radiation,

and really, aren't you all feeling a little angry when you should

be feeling scared?

SHE SIGHS

If it spoke to or through Matteusz, maybe it could tell us something.

So...

What are you doing?!

-MUFFLED:

-Wait, I'm being yelled at!

-My mum.

-Like me, like memory, but you're there.

I was little and...

..I stole some sweets from the off-licence.

I tried to pretend I didn't know it was wrong,

but my mum sat me down and said...

.."Tell me the truth.

-"Tell me the truth."

-And you did.

(And you did.)

You guys aren't really my friends.

What?

You only tolerate me, you look at me like a little sister or a baby.

-No, we don't.

-That's how it feels. It's the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

-MUFFLED:

-Put down the rock and I'll tell you what the real truth is.

NO!

Not yet. I'm doing this for a reason, ask me a question.

-Somebody ask me something!

-About what?

-About the rock, alien boy!

God, you keep saying how you're this prince but all you do is

stand around and ask stupid questions

and get obvious things wrong.

Is the rock dangerous?

-ECHOING:

-Dangerous, dangerous...

-Yes. Yes, it's dangerous.

If you hold it too long, it fries your brain,

-our chemistry can't handle it.

-Then let it go!

-Not yet.

-Ask me again, make me tell you the truth.

-What is it, is it alien?

-ECHOING:

-Alien, alien...

-It's a kind of intelligence.

-Told you it was alien!

Not quite, it's something incorporated on the asteroid.

-A prisoner!

-ARGH!

-What do you mean, prisoner?

-There's something in here with us.

Why did you even pick it up?

If there's something in there that can make us tell the truth,

maybe we can force it to tell the truth of where we are.

-And how to get out of here. Clever.

-Stupid.

-It could have killed you.

-It didn't kill Matteusz.

-And the brain-frying?

-I didn't know that part.

Can we please just get back to the whole prisoner thing?

I don't know where it came from, except obviously through a rift.

A rift that opened on a kind of prison in space somewhere?

Guys, how bad would you have to be to be put in a prison in space?

And if we're still here, does that mean the prisoner's escaped?

Ram, what are you doing?

-Tanya, what did the prison look like?

-I don't know, I just felt it.

CHARLIE: If he's here,

don't you think we should find him, before he finds us?

Are you OK?

Why wouldn't I be? I'm trapped

in a confined space which is making my heart beat

nearly twice as fast as normal, you're afraid of me

and everyone thinks I act like a prince asking stupid questions.

-They don't, that was Tanya being angry.

-It was the truth.

So, OK... OK.

Back when I'm learning English, I would read in your language,

and my religious mother,

when she hears about this book about this place called Narnia...

-Narnia, is that, um, Canada?

-Who knows?

But it's about this group of kids, and they go this Narnia, and they...

I don't know, have adventures, with goats and witches.

It's not important to the story.

There's this one girl called Susan,

and all the time I'm reading these books I'm thinking,

"This author really, really hates Susan", because, well,

for one thing she doesn't get to go to Heaven because she wears make-up.

What are these books about?

But the other thing is that she overhears

a friend talking about her when she shouldn't,

and the friend says not nice things, and it's a moment of weakness

for the friend, but the friendship is ruined forever.

Do you never complain about your friends?

Do you never complain about me?

Even in the privacy of your head?

That's the thing.

I never actually do.

OK, erm...

-Let's get out of here.

-Charlie...

It's OK, I won't be a Susan.

But I can't do it again. The brain-frying, remember?

Yeah, I'm pretty clear on the brain-frying,

that's why I've got this look on my face.

You're not seriously thinking about picking it up again?

-Not me - one of you.

-Uh...

You can do it for a few seconds, it won't hurt you before that.

-Are you sure about that?

-Pretty sure.

-I think she's right, I didn't feel harm at first.

-But...eventually?

-How else are we going to get out of here?

-Why do you think it knows?

Anyway, if it was a prisoner, it would've been locked away.

-Yeah - not much to see from jail.

-Yeah, I know.

Don't you think the view probably looked a lot like this?

-OK, I'm doing it.

-Doing what?

-Wait!

GASPING

Whoa.

It brought its prison with it.

-And took us along for the ride.

-But it's still a prisoner though.

Yeah. If it knew how to escape, it wouldn't be here.

But it will know about the prison.

It will know who put it there, it might know something we can use.

-How do we know it just doesn't want to use us?

-Oh, it wants that, too.

I felt this. It's...probing us.

But that's a two-way street.

It answered all my questions.

We just need to ask it more, ask it the right ones.

No, it's too dangerous!

-So is starving to death!

-And being trapped in a room.

The way I see it is,

we have three more chances to find out something we can use.

I felt like it learned something from me

but it knows me and Matteusz now

and it would kill us before we got anything else out of it.

You're really making me want to pick up that rock(!)

This is a prison, Ram. We can't get out!

-I think Charlie's right.

-Thank you!

About what?

Miss Quill surely has to rescue you.

-She'll come back to the classroom at some point.

-And see what?!

What does she see when she opens that door?!

-That we're gone.

-Yeah! Are we even on Earth any more?

Does that mean she suddenly lives in a world

where I no longer need to be protected?

THEY SCOFF

-Meaning?

-Meaning she won't exactly be motivated to save us, will she?

Oh, why would she?! She's no longer your slave!

Fine. I'll do it.

I've got nothing I'm ashamed of.

I don't know how I keep getting myself into these situations...!

Just don't let my brain get fried.

I kind of like it.

Ready?

Ready.

HE PANTS

-Who are you?

-Ram?

This is weird.

What are you seeing?

My back garden.

I'll ask my dad if I can tell him what happened to my leg.

The truth.

I love you. More than you love me.

More than you'll ever be able to love me.

-Ram...

-I didn't expect it.

I didn't ask for it.

But I look at you and I think, "She's the one",

and I don't know why but you are.

And you don't feel the same back.

SHE SCOFFS

You don't know that. I...

That's how it feels.

Who's making Ram say this?

Who's in there?!

MUFFLED VOICE SPEAKS

Oh, no...

Ram!

OVERLAPPING VOICES SHOUT

-Ram?!

-Ram!

RAM GASPS

-What happened?!

-You tell us!

It is a prison, the whole meteor field.

Every rock has the consciousness of a prisoner bound to it.

-And one got knocked into ours.

-He! I think it's a "he"!

-Yeah, it felt like a "he" to me.

-He's a murderer.

He took lives over and over and over again.

That's why he was put in this prison with four others!

But how do you know any of this? We didn't ask you, you didn't say.

He told me.

That's why we tell the truth! He was made to, forced to.

-That's all he's got left after so long.

-His confession.

What does he gain from it? Why did he try to kill you?

I felt like it had something to do...

..with the strength of my confession.

But I do know this.

The prison stirs you up,

makes you angry, angry enough to kill.

He killed the other four.

He killed them all.

TENSE MUSIC

-What are you thinking?

-I'm wondering what we can give him.

-Give him?

-He wants to kill us.

-So he'll give us what we want.

He can't kill us right away, we can use that.

He's a prisoner, he doesn't have a key,

he can't even remember who he is.

But he'll know what this prison is like.

He'll know the boundaries of it. I mean, where are we exactly?

Are we in an asteroid field with him?

Are we still in Coal Hill, just trapped?

Maybe we're wrong.

Maybe it's as simple as Quill just coming back.

-SHE SCOFFS

-White people.

White people what?

Always so optimistic,

always so certain things are going to work out for you.

Oh, well, because they usually do.

My dad tried to kill me when I was eight.

But you got your mum up walking again.

Typical white-person happy ending.

-Tanya...

-I know, I'm sorry.

Look, I'm really sorry, I'm in such a bad mood.

Tell me about it.

It's just...

SHE SIGHS

..I'm not overflowing with friends here.

Yet another reason to feel left out.

You know that we don't just tolerate you.

I'm three years younger than you and there's

a big difference between 14 and 17.

It's not so much of a difference.

I've been a kid sister my whole life.

When do I get to stop and just be a person?

I think that you're a person.

Yeah, and now you've had to come over and tell me that,

it makes me feel even more different.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Tanya.

Don't you think that Charlie feels different?

Or Matteusz? His family kicked him out.

Ram's lost a leg, I'm sharing a heart - we've all got something!

Don't explain my own feelings to me

and don't pretend like you know how this feels!

-Tanya...

-We need someone to pick it up. Charlie or April.

And we all just do what you say now, do we?

I don't see anyone else picking up the mantle!

A mantle which has managed to insult a number of us.

Sometimes action isn't pretty, you big Polish giraffe!

That isn't even a logical insult.

OK, can we please just stop fighting?!

-Who else are we going to fight?

-Giraffes have very lock necks.

-I am perfectly, normally proportioned.

-Oh!

Are we getting things off our chest now?

Cos I've got a few opinions I'd be happy to share.

I think you shared enough today.

-And I'm not ashamed of it, I'm not ashamed of what I said.

-Me neither!

-I was telling the truth.

-You were telling the truth?

-Yeah!

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

Guys, come on!

This isn't normal, this isn't us.

We fought things together, we saved things together, we can do it again.

-MATTEUSZ:

-Yeah, you're right, Charlie.

I think we may be getting the prisoner's anger, too.

-I guess that makes sense.

-I'm not normally like this.

None of this is normal.

CHARLIE PANTS

Hey?

CHARLIE GROANS

My heart, it feels like I'm...

PANTING: I think I'm dying.

-No, I know, this...this is a panic attack.

-What?

-An attack of panic.

-Oh.

HE CONTINUES PANTING

It feels like death, it's not.

Look at me. Look at me. Breathe with me.

THEY TAKE DEEP BREATHS TOGETHER

Good job.

I'm here.

I'm having real trouble being trapped in a confined space.

-OK.

-OK what?

We're either going to kill each other from rage

or Charlie's going to have a heart attack.

I'm going to pick up the rock.

Isn't anyone going to try and stop me?

Oh, my God.

MUFFLED VOICE: Confess!

That didn't happen before!

-It's him! It's the voice I heard in my head!

-I didn't hear a voice!

-Me neither! Is it getting stronger?

-April!

-Don't...

-DEEP VOICE: 'Confess!'

When I had to testify against my dad after the accident...

I had to look my dad in the eye and tell the truth

about how he drove off the road on purpose, how...

DEEP VOICE: 'Confess!'

He wants me to speak before he'll tell us anything.

He wants me to...

I don't love you as much as you love me.

I don't trust how fast you've fallen

and I don't trust that it'll last.

-It will, I promise.

-I don't believe you.

And it's not just that, I...

I worry that I'll never feel as strongly for you as you feel for me.

RUMBLING APRIL GROANS

-Let her go!

-No!

He's got his confession now, just ask me something.

Where are we?!

DEEP VOICE: 'Here and nowhere.'

That's not an answer.

DEEP VOICE: 'You are in no time, no space.

'You will not escape. You will not escape!'

April! Hey!

I'm OK, I'm OK, I'm here.

He wasn't expecting Shadow Kin blood in my veins.

Do you know what he meant - no time?

APRIL PANTS

We've been taken out of time.

We won't age, we won't need to eat...

but we'll be here forever.

But what can you tell us about the prisoner?

They were living consciousnesses,

put in a prison where guilt was their weapon.

The pain that we've been feeling from the confessions

just makes us feel angrier and angrier.

They obliterated each other with theirs.

Well, did he have any thoughts on a way out?

Just to start killing each other. It's the only way out he knows.

He wants us to confess each other to death?

-What you said earlier, that maybe we're getting his anger...

-I agree.

Can't you feel it?

I'm doing everything I can not to yell at you guys right now.

I don't feel angry though.

I feel hugely stressed about being trapped

in a confined space we can't leave, but I'm not especially angry.

That's true, isn't it? Why are you different?

It's probably not because I'm a prince.

-A human prince anyway.

-Exactly.

Whatever he's doing, it seems like it affects Rhodians differently.

No, I don't like where this is going.

He's getting stronger, he's feeding on our confessions somehow.

Yeah, but he might not be able to feed off mine.

That's a very big "might".

-It's better to take a remote chance over a non-existent one.

-Yes.

Charlie...

please don't pick up the stone.

So I can stay the stupid prince forever?

Always asking obvious questions.

Charlie, I was annoyed when I said that.

-All friends...

-I wouldn't know!

All right, now I am a little angry...cos Ram was right.

Who would I call on my phone that isn't Quill or in this room?

But on your home world...

I was a prince, as you never stop reminding me.

The closest friend I had before coming to this planet

was the man who wrote my speeches.

-You gave speeches?

-Since I was seven.

Did I ever fight with friends?

No, I didn't, and I don't know how to do it

and I don't know how to make my heart stop feeling like this

and I don't know how to stop the true feeling

that you've all just been putting up with my stupidity this whole time.

That's not what I'm doing.

No, you're just afraid of me.

-Charlie...

-We all feel that way!

-What?

-Something April said and I shut her up.

We all feel that way, we all feel like the one that's left out,

the one who the others could do without.

I look forward to seeing you every single day.

At least I used to before today.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

And that's an honest apology, too.

Does that mean we can be friends again?

Oh, we never stopped being friends, you air-bag!

Air-bag in a friendly way.

Yeah.

-Well, at least this will get us out of the exams...

-Yeah...

VOICES FADE

This thing is, like, impossible not to play with.

-Ram...

-It's OK.

Don't tell me it's OK...

It's OK. I knew it anyway, I'm not an idiot.

Then don't be an idiot

about allowing me to feel complicated things.

I can still feel for you and worry.

I can still wonder.

You know, you're making it easier by pouting.

Then let me help you even more.

-Ram...

-It's OK.

It's good to know the truth.

The truth of now,

the truth of that moment, not the truth that I want...

or the truth that I'm exploring.

Well, you don't have to explore it any more.

It's better this way.

-Good to know I can play the field.

-Ram...

I mean, it's not like I don't have options.

-Why are you being like this?

-Are you really that stupid?

-What?

-You think you can say those things to me and I don't get hurt?

That's the last thing that I wanted...

We both confessed the truth.

Mine was that I loved you. Yours was that you didn't.

We've all heard things we didn't want to hear.

And said things we didn't want to say.

-I'm going to pick up the rock.

-Why? So you can be the hero?

-Don't take it out on him.

-You know what?

My life didn't turn to crap

until I started hanging around with you dorks.

Maybe I'm missing the obvious solution to all this grief.

-You're calling me a dork?

-Well, aren't you?

-Hey!

-Enough of the "hey", goody two-shoes.

You get someone this smoking hot after you

and you can't even be bothered to stirring yourself up to liking him?

Well, you're making it easier by the second!

Yes, you're being a real...

Who ARE you anyway? Why are you always hanging around with us?

-Whoa!

-You're defending him? You said he's afraid of you.

-He's my boyfriend.

-You ever wondered about that?

You ever wondered what kind of a guy would date an alien?

I mean, that's a really special-ass fetish, mate.

I'm sorry, are you challenging me to a fight?

None of this is natural.

Well, neither is alien-shagging. How many knobs does he have?

Guys, stop. Stop. Stop!

-Don't!

-Just stop it! Stop it!

Is this who we are now?

Just endless angry truths, the worst things we think about each other.

He's got into our heads enough to start us fighting,

and this room is obviously only going to make us angrier and angrier.

-That's not a bad explanation.

-I know!

Tcha!

HE GRUNTS WITH FRUSTRATION

You think...

You think you know me.

You think I'm this pampered prince.

You want confessions?

I'll give you confessions.

I want to murder the Shadow Kin.

Every last one.

I want to use the Cabinet of Souls

to wipe them from the face of existence.

-But Charlie...

-I would lose you.

I'd lose myself.

I would lose all hope of anything good...ever again.

But I want to do it!

I think of every day, and the only thing that stops me is you, and...

sometimes...

..sometimes I hate you for it.

And that's who I am.

You think you know me, but you don't.

You want to know who'd the last one standing out of the five of us?

I would.

Charlie, what are you doing?

Wait!

HE GROANS

Come on.

Come and get me. Force the truth out of me.

You think you can handle the guilt of the Prince of Rhodia?

-DEEP VOICE:

-'Confess!'

-I already did. What else you got?

-DEEP VOICE:

-'Confess!'

-HE GROANS

Tell us how to get out of here. Tell us what you're lying about.

-Lying?

-Come on!

What are you hiding from us?

-DEEP VOICE:

-'Confess.'

-No!

-You confess.

-Charlie, put it down.

HE GROANS Not until he tells the truth.

Gahh!

THEY STRAIN

ROARING

What have you got to tell us?

-DEEP VOICE:

-'You.'

You what? You what?

RUMBLING

Please! Please!

RUMBLING STOPS

-I...

-What?

I love you.

It's the truth.

It's also true that...

..I'll lose you.

-DEEP VOICE:

-'More.'

-RUMBLING

-DEEP VOICE:

-'More.'

-What's happening to it?

-Charlie, it's killing you!

-Charlie, what's happening?

-ROARING

Fight it, Charlie!

Fight! Keep fighting!

Confess. What do you have to tell me?

-DEEP VOICE:

-'You...'

-Yes?

-'..are...'

-I am what?

'..my murderer.'

Yes.

Yes, I am.

HE ROARS

GROANING

Charlie?

It's you... He was looking for death.

He wanted someone guiltier than him to end his suffering.

And you stopped him?

Yes.

Because I am not innocent. Not in my heart.

For on Rhodia, a wish is the same as an action.

That's messed up.

I am.

-I think we have some things to talk about.

-Yes. We do.

Can we go now?

Cos I'm out of here.

What's happening?

Uh... I don't...

Oh, no.

-What? What?!

-I think I may have done something stupid.

Charlie?

The prison still needs a prisoner.

-And I'm the guiltiest.

-Charlie!

PANICKED SHOUTING

Please!

LASER FIRES

THEY PANT

Oh, my God. You can't even handle detention right.

SHE SIGHS

How can...? How can you...?

I'm... I'm gone.

-Aren't you going to go after him?

-No.

But if the rock was only making us angry, then...

-You'll understand when you get a boyfriend.

-And there it is!

-SHE SIGHS

-(Why would you rely on other people?)

How can you fire a gun?

-You do not want to talk to me after the day I've had.

-Day?

-We've only been gone 45 minutes.

-Really?

Seemed like a lifetime.

What happened to your eye? And your hair?

And how can you fire a gun?

I just saved you, didn't I?

Isn't that my punishment?

-But...

-Yeah, well, consider it my last favour, Prince.

-Last?

-It's...

-It's the Arn.

I'm no longer your slave, Prince.

I have my free will back.

And I have my gun.

And things...

-GUN BLEEPS

-Ahh!

Oh!

Things are going to change around here.

You've all got an hour detention, and I've got things to do.

What exactly are we waiting for?

You really will either end today dead or with your freedom.

Then let's begin.

HE ROARS

INDISTINCT SHOUT

SHE YELLS