Tormented

This film contains some violent scenes and very strong language

How should we remember Darren Mullet?

To his parents he was a beloved son.

To his teachers he was a fine student, bright and eager to learn.

But to the majority of us he was a friend.

-Bullshit! You fucking hypocrite!

-How dare you!

Get that boy out of here!

You weren't Darren's friend! He didn't have any!

That's why he killed himself! You killed him! All of you!

You murdered him!

They ought to bloody ticket you!

There's people in there crying, upset.

Show some respect!

I hope you all rot in hell!

# I'm not afraid to let you kill me

# I know no other way to fill your hollow bones

# I'll fade into the shadows with you alone

# So dead in love So dead in love

# Did you hear my heart stop beating?

# This is never enough No, it's never enough

# Until my heart stops beating

# So dead in love

# So dead in love So dead in love

# Did you hear my heart stop beating? #

Get in! The Dick's giving us the afternoon off.

-You gotta love The Dick.

-Oh, yes.

Death is so erogenous.

I wish I was dead.

-Party at Bradley's tonight!

-Hmm.

You got a problem?

-I think suicide is so beautiful.

-Not the way Mullet did it.

You've got to slash your wrists.

That boy hanged himself. How can that be an excuse for a party?

Don't worry, sweetie. No-one was going to invite you anyway.

THEY LAUGH

Guys, I'm going to ask Justine to the party.

Lexy, you do know just cos she's head girl doesn't mean

she gives the best head?

Ah! Well, I think she's interesting so...

"Interesting"? What, you want to give me a kiss?!

-No.

-No?

Didn't you used to be, like, friends with him?

It was just my mother knew his mother. It was embarrassing.

Your parents think just because they have something in common, like,

you have to have something in common with their brats.

-I fucking hate that! Fucking hate it.

-You OK?

Yeah, who is that?

That's Jason Banks. He was a friend of Darren Mull...

Hey, Justine. Great speech.

I'm not sure I did him justice.

I haven't got anything in common with anyone.

-Nor do I.

-No, me either, I don't.

-Nor do I.

-Like nothing.

-Not a thing in common with anyone.

I said it first.

I think she's quite nice.

Sophie, you think everyone's nice.

The girl's a frigid kiss-ass bitch.

A few of us are going to Bradley's later for a party...

Er...inappropriate?

She smells really nice.

Why have you started smelling Justine Fielding?

-Why have you started smelling her?

-What, you smell nice.

Oh, thank you.

-You smell like cabbage.

-What the fuck?!

-Fucking cabbage?!

-Come on, fun will be had, I promise you.

She's coming to watch Atonement.

You could do that tomorrow night.

Or next week.

Or never.

Argh! You didn't use lube!

And you won't really know anyone.

Bradley, Bradley, Bradley?

-I can hear a whining noise.

-No, no whining noise.

Word is there's a party at yours later?

Dude, it's a funeral. Show some fucking respect!

THEY SNIGGER

The digits!

If anything goes wrong, I'm on speed dial.

Helena, I wouldn't mind having some fun for once in my life.

Well, we have fun.

# If you don't wanna be my best friend

# Then why am I still in your bed?

# If you can't stand the way I talk why am I still here?

# If we can't work it out

# Then how 'bout gettin' your stuff and movin' out?

# If we can't be lovers again

# If I don't give you anything why are you still hanging on?

# Why are you still hanging on? Why are you still hanging on?

# If you can't see I'm everything I'm everything you'll ever need

# You must be out of your head

# I don't know what planet you're on

# But I wanna be on it with you

# Don't know where you get off. #

Looks like someone's discovered Primark.

-MUSIC STOPS

-Oi, oi! Check this, check this!

We got the mother fucking 5-0 in the crib!

Listen, I'm going to get old school for a minute.

# H to the E to the A to the D

# I look wiv my eyes Can't believe what I see

# I'm a lyrical gangster I rap till I choke

# Head girl here Can't you see that's a joke! #

What you saying? What you saying, Blud?! I invited her.

Chill out, bro. What's your problem, bro?

-We got a problem?

-Nah, listen, it's all good, it's all good.

-Hey, where are you going?

-I knew I shouldn't have come.

Yeah, screw the party.

If we hurry round to Helena's we can still catch the movie.

-You been upsetting my guests?

-No, bro, I was joking. You get me?

Don't play with those things. I ain't your fucking bro!

Listen, you lot need to chill out. It's Darren Mullet's leaving do!

The fat twat is dead! You've got to drink to that, you get me?!

Give me some!

Why would you even say that shit to me?

Bradley. Mate, it's me.

Mate, come on. Bradley, it's me, it's Jeremy.

Come on, come on, man.

Suck my titties!

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

Alex, nobody wants me here.

I do.

Fuck you!

Fuck Darren Mullet as well!

APPLAUSE

Come on.

So beautiful.

Keira's definitely going to win the Oscar this year.

Let's watch it again. With the commentary off this time.

DANCE MUSIC

Is there somewhere quiet we can go?

I can't hear you!

Is there somewhere quieter we can go?

-Yeah, we can go upstairs.

-OK.

-OK, good, through here.

Um...this is Bradley's room...

obviously.

I'm sorry about the...artwork.

This probably isn't how you imagined our first date, but...

Oh? This is a date now?

Yeah, that was the basis I was working on.

-It's a pretty cheap date, Alex!

-Yeah.

But technically, it still qualifies.

We're OK?

-We're not OK?

-We're OK!

Well, if this is a date...

it does mean, at some point,

we're going to have to do some kissing.

You know, they're the rules. I'm as annoyed about it as you are.

Really?

And will that be happening any time soon?

Die, you fucker! PHONE BEEPS

Change weapon!

-Fucking change weapon!

-Hang on!

What is it, babes?

It'll be Alexis asking for more muscle

to prise the princess's knees apart.

It's from Mullet?

-Shut up! That's not funny.

-I'm not joking. It's his number!

It'll be his little friend. You know, umm...

Jism Wanks.

THEY SNIGGER

You mean Jason Banks?

Isn't that what I said?

He says I'm a fucking bitch.

Obviously knows you, then(!)

-Piss off, Bradley.

-Oh, my God.

He says I'm a filthy slag!

-PHONE MESSAGE:

-'You're a batty boy. You're a batty boy.'

OK, joke's over.

All right, Jism Wanks, you creepy little twat.

Tomorrow at school, I'm going to make kebabs out of your nads.

Sweet dreams.

-What did he say?

-Nothing. But I could hear him breathing.

HEAVY BREATHING

PHONE BEEPS

Sorry.

-PHONE MESSAGE:

-'I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!

'I'm going to kill you!'

-Someone could walk in on us.

-It's just me and you.

CHAINSAW WHIRS

THEY SCREAM

HE LAUGHS

-THEY ALL LAUGH

-Pint, you fuckers!

Hug your pillow, hug your pillow!

Fuck you, all right. Fuck off!

Mullet!

Where you at, nigga?! Where you hiding, fool?

I think we should have a toast...to Shrek.

-To who?

-Darren Mullet, the guy we planted today?

I can't drink to that.

They didn't mean we're celebrating. She just meant to say goodbye.

That's all she meant, Justine.

Why do you call him Shrek?

Why d'you think?

Because he was big and green...

and ugly.

Except he wasn't actually green.

But fuck me, was he ugly.

THEY LAUGH Darren Mullet, wasn't that the skinny kid who threw up in assembly?

That's fucking priceless, Justine! You spoke at his funeral and you didn't even know who he was?

Well, in that case, we should definitely give him a proper send off, right?

Justine, why don't you do the toast?

Umm...

Rest in peace, Darren Mullet.

-Dazza!

-Lardy boy!

Rest in piss, bro!

HE BREATHES A SIGH OF RELIEF

# One for my homies, one for my blud One for my jeans! #

Pay my respect the way I know how.

Mullet, I bet you only hung yourself

cos you were trying to get a hard on!

You was just trying to get wood, boy!

HE SCREAMS

HE PANTS HEAVILY

HE CRIES

# That's the start the middle and the end

# Aren't you glad the universe pretends?

# If I don't get this message home

# Once again I'm gonna head alone

# Ride with me Ride with me

# Ride with me home

# Ride with me Ride with me

# Ride with me unless you. #

Justine, Jason and I have been discussing his little outburst yesterday.

And while I accept he was upset about the loss of his friend...

Didn't lose him. He killed himself.

Unless I hear an apology, I will have no choice

but to contact your parents.

I'm sorry I called you a hypocrite.

There, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Thank you for coming in, Justine.

SPEAKER PHONE: 'Richard, Jeremy Prendergast's mother called.

'He went to a party and hasn't come home.'

If I know Jeremy, he's probably lying drunk in a gutter.

I dare say he'll turn up.

Wait! Jason.

Look, I'm sorry about your friend.

-But what was I supposed to say?

-You could have told the truth.

With his parents there?

I couldn't say, "I'm sorry your son's dead

"but I didn't know who he was."

-You don't even remember him?

-No, I don't.

-He was completely in love with you.

-Don't be stupid. He didn't know me.

Of course he knew you!

Everyone knows you. You're like Princess fucking Diana!

Darren thought the sun shone out of your arsehole.

If your friend liked me, why didn't he say anything?

-You'd have laughed in his face.

-I wouldn't. I'm not like that.

I'm not blaming you. It's just how it is.

You keep to your kind and we keep to ours.

-I don't have a kind.

-Snotty, spoilt bitches. That's your kind.

Yeah? And what's yours?

My kind are the people you can't quite remember.

Darren would have wanted you to have this.

Wait, Jason!

"I'm sorry. I can't go on anymore. They won't leave me alone.

"And now, Justine has joined in.

"I don't know what I did to make her hate me.

"She was my angel and I will watch over her for all eternity.

"Goodbye. Darren."

I'm sorry. I was...

What had you so enraptured?

A note from your boyfriend?

No. No. It's nothing.

I understand you've been offered a place to read law at Oxford?

-I got the letter last week.

-No-one deserves it more.

Your contribution to my citizenship classes has always been exemplary.

Guys, guys, guys. You know The Funeral March?

# Bom-bom, b-bom? #

I'm going to mash it up with Lesbian Roadkill by Tantric Dwarf.

# My mum raped me

# And I liked it! #

That is genius!

You said it, not me.

Oi, Dracula, a word. I want that website taken down.

OK, yeah, no worries, Brad. I'll do it later.

I've got time booked in the pod. I'm doing this killer track...

I don't give a shit about your Emo tit wank.

I want the site down and I want it done today.

And if it ain't, well, you won't need to self-harm

cos I'll be doing it for you.

Clear?

Yeah, I was planning to do it anyway. A piece of piss, Brad.

Let's go this way.

You should have come to film club.

We ate so much chocolate we were nearly sick.

Emily was on fire. We're doing it again tonight

Er...maybe. I don't know.

Don't you say a word.

What fucker wrote this?

Did you?

Was it you?

Stand up! Look at me!

Clean it off!

Shut up!

-PHONE MESSAGE:

-'You're a batty boy!'

Jason Banks is a dead man.

Well, you really know how to enjoy yourself, don't you?

Alex, this is the library. What are you doing here?

What are you saying? I practically live here.

There's my buddy Jeff, the librarian.

Jeff, how's it going?

His name's Trevor.

Trevor? Seriously?

Well, that explains a lot.

Justine, about last night...

You're not to blame for what Bradley dreams up.

I'm not talking about Bradley. I was talking about you.

I think you were moving way too fast.

I felt I was being pressured.

Seriously, Juss, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I don't want you to think that's all I'm about.

Well, I did have my doubts,

but this swung it for me.

I didn't have you down as the sentimental type.

What was that? You like her too, now?

Well, too bad, I saw her first.

Yes, I am going to ask her out on another date.

OK, but if I made it clear it wouldn't involve any power tools,

do you think she'd go for it?

He thinks you're going to say yes.

He's smarter than he looks.

OK. Well, I will leave the two of you in peace

to sort out the details.

Jeff! We should hook up. Call me.

-PHONE MESSAGE:

-'Ew, your pussy stinks. Your pussy stinks.'

OK, settle down, settle down. Macbeth, act three, scene four.

This is the scene in which Banquo's ghost appears. Or does he?

Yes.

-Yes, but only Macbeth can see him.

-Good, Helena. But why is this?

The room is full of people but only Macbeth can see the ghost?

-Yes.

-Macbeth had Banquo killed,

so Banquo's come back to haunt him. He only wants to scare Macbeth.

Possibly...

-Justine?

-I'm sorry?

Why is it that only Macbeth can see Banquo's ghost?

Uh, well, I think the ghost is a figment of Macbeth's imagination.

Exactly! Macbeth has repressed his guilt

and the ghost is his conscience come back to haunt him.

Now, how does this relate to

the representation of the supernatural in the play?

One second, Helen. It works on two levels. So...

WHISPERS ALONG WITH MUSIC

Oh, you want me to take the site down, do you?

OK. OK, Bradley. Yeah, yeah, no problems.

I'll get right round to it. Right round to it,

after a... Thwack!

A karate chop to your neck! Huh!

Oh, what's that? You can't breathe, can you?

OK, how about a little slap around your cheeks?

Fuck you, Bradley White, you little bitch

with your little willy! Huh!

I fucking hate you!

I'm worth a hundred Bradleys, that's right.

The Naz isn't scared of you!

Hrrrrrrgh!

We're very concerned that bullying may be

a contributory factor in the incident with the Mullet boy.

That is why I am personally overseeing

the implementation of a new anti-bullying initiative.

And as the cornerstone of our new strategy, we are using these -

visualisations of mission statements

arising from the ethos strand of the school development programme.

Hey, kid, go tell Swanny the head wants to see Jason Banks, right?

-Tell her yourself.

-What, you cheeky little prick? Do as you're told!

Kids these days, no fucking respect.

-I blame the schools.

-Mm.

-Mm.

Listen, everybody,

there is a screw missing from the guillotine guard

so it is very, very dangerous.

-Miss.

-Yes?

-The head wants to see Jason Banks.

Well, well, well. If it isn't Jism Wanks.

God's fucking bollocks.

Hey, Bradley!

Hey, Bradley, that's not funny.

Bradley!

Go on! Help! Someone help me! Help me!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Someone!

VOLUME IN HEADPHONES INCREASES

SCREAMING

We think that it is vital that young people should have

an outlet for their creative energies.

Well, he certainly seems to be enjoying his music.

Obviously it's something with a good beat.

HE SCREAMS

Where is he?

-He must have gone outside.

-DOOR CLOSES

Tag, you're it.

THEY LAUGH Wooh-hooh!

Wooh!

Wooh! THEY LAUGH

Fuck me, I'm out of breath. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Now, what I was trying to say was how sorry I am

that Mullet decided to top himself. A bit selfish of him really -

leaving Mr Jizzy No Mates here.

Not even one fat spaz to call a friend.

-You bastard!

-You're a plucky little fucker, aren't you?

Now, the Mullet is dead,

which means he can't be sending me texts.

I don't think you get a signal up there, do you?

-I can't even get a signal in the bogs.

-Exactly.

Now...

pretending to be Shrek risen from the dead ain't a bad gag.

Give me his phone and we'll call it quits.

CRYING: I haven't got his phone.

Jason, Jason...

you're only hurting yourself, mate.

TEXT ALERT

It's from Mullet!

It can't be.

Who's doing this, Brad?

"Who's doing this, Brad?" How the fuck do I know who's doing it?

Aaargh!

-It wasn't him.

-I don't give a fuck. He gets on my tits anyway.

What's going on in here, lads?

Nothing, sir. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Go on, then.

Get back to class, yeah?

See you at training.

So, what are you doing in here?

Sir, they were chasing me.

"Sir, they were chasing me."

It's always somebody else's fault.

Isn't it?

Kids like you make me sick.

Detention, rest of the week.

That's not fair!

I know.

Life is not fair, son.

Mullet! The Mullet!

Mullet's back!

Mullet...

Mullet's back.

The Mullet!

Did you get the site down? Yeah? No? Cheers.

TEXT ALERT

Is it from Mullet?

Marcus, how many more times?

What's going on?

Someone's texting us off Darren Mullet's phone.

Why would they do that?

Some sicko's idea of a joke.

Everyone back inside now.

It's just an unfortunate mishap.

-Come on, move!

-It's fucking ridiculous.

-Move!

Oh, touch of hay fever, Jason? I've had the snuffles myself.

The problem is you've got a screw missing.

-Yes.

-I suggest we go and get lunch and I'll come back and have it done

in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

And how long is that, Mr Humpage?

-Justine, come out and play.

-I can't. I've got a governors' meeting.

You're choosing that over me?

Are you shagging one of them?

I'm shagging all of them.

How do you think I got to be head girl?

This has got to stop. Right now.

OK, I'll end it. But I should do it in person. They've been good to me.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Her highness doesn't like to be kept waiting.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Come on! Woo!

Oh! You really made me jump...

He's a great kid, I'm sure he'll make a full recovery.

How about some cake before your tea?

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

-You OK, Juss?

-Yeah, I didn't sleep too well.

Ah, lying awake thinking about me, were you?

You wish.

I've got things on my mind.

What have YOU got to worry about?

LAUGHTER

Natasha, we are doing everything in our power to get this taken down.

No-one is to read this.

Don't look at it.

No, you boy, do not look!

Is it true, though? Are you actually kicking in her back door?

That's my girlfriend you're talking about, you fucking moron!

I said not to call me that!

HE LAUGHS

Twat!

I'll be with you in a minute, OK?

He says I bullied him.

Jason, this is creepy. If it's some sort of joke...

-You think I forged it?

-Well, did you?

I bet you like coming to school, don't you?

What's that got to do with anything?

You've got no idea what it's like to be bullied, do you?

Well, I'm sure it's awful.

Darren couldn't escape, even when he was at home.

They sent him texts and e-mails.

And they set up a website.

-A website?

-Can you believe that?

And what's he supposed to do?

You tell a teacher and they tell the bullies off

and that gives them an excuse to come after you. You tell your parents...

and they say, "Stand up for yourself."

Darren couldn't stand up for himself.

So, who bullied him?

THEY LAUGH

Everyone outside. Come on.

You know you shouldn't be in here.

Justine!

What were you and Jason Banks talking about?

Not here.

He gave me this.

-What have we got here?

-Oi!

Huh!

Oh, fuck me sideways.

It's Mullet's suicide note.

-Bradley, don't.

-Oh, chillax.

I've never seen one of these before.

Oh, he really did love you, didn't he?

Bradley, just fucking give it back.

I think you've got a bit of stiff competition.

I don't think Darren would have been your type.

-Does he mention any names?

-Erm...

Only Justine.

Justine, have you been bullying Darren Mullet?

Shut up, Tasha! Can't you see she's upset.

You guys don't know who was picking on him, do you?

Why should we know about it?

You're not accusing us of anything, right, Justine?

No, she's not.

-I should show this to someone.

-Oh.

That might not be such a good idea.

-It's got your name on it.

-But I didn't do anything.

We know that. But he says you did.

It is your word against his.

And, uh, since he's dead...

I can't just ignore it.

-You shouldn't have done that.

-It's what friends are for.

"She was my angel and I will watch over her for all eternity.

"Goodbye. Darren."

"Help! I'm blasting your ass!"

"Help! I'm blasting your ass!"

This is getting really, really old.

I'll tell you who it is. It's that shemale Helena.

Yeah, I heard she said you were an ugly bitch at the funeral.

-She what?

-And that you had chubby thighs.

Are you going to do something about this or what?

Yeah. Because it's beginning to get right up my arse.

SHE LAUGHS Right up your arse!

Get off me.

Helena wouldn't do that.

Oh, yeah. I forgot - the two of you are like bestest bosom buddies.

SHE LAUGHS

-What are you going to do?

-We'll ask her ever so politely what the fuck she thinks she's playing at.

You coming, or what?

I can't. I've got prefect duty.

God bless you, Mary Poppins.

Sorry.

Gosh, she's really quiet, isn't she?

Smells like she's having a poo.

She always smells like that

cos she's got her head so far up Justine's arse.

Now, now, Khalillah. We all know Justine's shit doesn't stink.

I bet she's having a wank.

Urgh! Dirty cow!

Hey, Helena, are you in up to the wrist in there?

What do you want?

I want world peace.

I want Prada shoes.

And I want to know why you've been texting us,

you stupid geeky little bitch.

-What are you talking about?

-We're talking about you sending us texts.

-Why would I?

Because you're a twisted dyke slut? How the hell would I know?

Why don't you grow up.

Ow! Ow!

Sophie.

Sorry! We're closed.

You're just going to have to cross those little legs, aren't you?

Ow! No!

It's mine!

Look at this piece of shit. Must've come from the Pound Shop.

Give it back!

It's not like you needed it anyway.

You only need a phone if you've got friends to talk to.

Oh, and when was the last time Justine called you, anyway?

-Where have you been?

-I've been looking for Helena.

-What did you guys do to her?

-Do to her? Erm...

Oh, yeah.

We asked her if she would please stop sending those nasty texts.

-It was kind of upsetting.

-What was Darren to you guys, anyway?

-Nothing.

Just Shrek.

Big, fat, ugly Shrek.

-You really don't remember him?

-I don't think so.

He was pretty hard to miss. He was fucking huge.

Hey, hey, hey, what about last week in the common room

when the guys took his asthma thingy, and he was going,

"Urgh! I can't breathe!"

THEY LAUGH

"I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!

"I can't breathe! I can't breathe, Justine!"

-Can I just say, I'm really glad we can be friends now.

-Me, too.

And we couldn't before, obviously,

because Tasha said you were an ugly dyke.

But that's not true, is it?

You did surprise us with the whole Alexis thing.

-I mean, are you guys going to have sex tonight?

-Sophie!

He's only coming around to watch a film.

He'll be wanting to have a shag. Boys always do.

If you're nervous, you can just give him a hand job.

Yeah, it can get really messy, can't it?

No, you're better off just having a shag. Less cleaning up to do.

Oh, fuck, I forgot my watch again.

OK, I would like to know all the gory details tomorrow, please.

Good luck.

-You'll need it.

-Thanks.

Hello?

Hi! I can see you!

Are you perving on me?

Look, I'm flattered that you're stalking me.

Mullet? What the fuck?!

SHE SCREAMS

SHE GASPS

SHE CRIES IN FEAR

SHE SCREAMS

-JUSTINE GASPS

-For you.

You're going to hate me for bringing this up.

OK, so Jason Banks said there's a website about Darren Mullet.

Yeah. Erm...

The site was Bradley's idea.

It started out as a joke and it just got way out of hand.

Were you involved?

I try not to get mixed up in Bradley's shit

but you know what he's like.

The other night with the chainsaw, it's already on the web.

I don't want anyone to see that.

Yeah, how do you think I feel? I'm screaming like a girl.

Yeah, where was my knight in shining armour?

Yeah, OK, it wasn't my finest hour.

But if it happened for real, I would protect you. I promise.

At least we don't have to worry about Bradley bursting in on us.

I'm just going to check I locked the back door.

Hey. So, did you find Bradley?

-Hiding in the garden, was he?

-I'm sorry.

Just a bit nervous.

Really?

Well...

you don't need to be.

# Your legs in the tall grass

# I'm covered in coal

# My wide arms reaching falling

# Hoping to hold

# And I won't give up

# And I won't give up

# Not until I'm holding you

# And I won't let up

# And I won't let up

# Not until I'm holding you... #

Are you OK?

I had a really nice night.

Me too.

I can usually make it last longer than that, next time.

I'm joking!

But seriously...

-No...

-I'm joking.

But seriously, I can.

It was good.

-See you tomorrow.

-Bye.

So, did you seal the deal last night?

Might have done.

What did she smell like?

Did she suck your cock?

A gentleman doesn't go into details, thank you.

I'll take that as a no then.

-Girl on heat alert.

-I had a really lovely time last night.

-You didn't bring me flowers, did you?

-No, was I supposed to?

-No, somebody rearranged the fridge magnets.

-I was fooling around.

No, after you'd gone. Like somebody was in the house.

-Who?

-Look, you weren't playing a joke on me?

-No, I wouldn't do that to you.

-Are you two having a lover's tiff?

-It was you, wasn't it?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Bradley, you're so fucking childish.

Bro, you'd better put a muzzle on that bitch.

I said, you'd better put a muzzle on that bitch!

Get off him!

-Come on, let's get out of here.

-Fuck!

I went to visit Naz in hospital.

And I took my iPod cos I thought he'd want to listen to some tunes...

And then I realised, he's like totally deaf.

Now he can't listen to Jodie Phister or Crying While Wanking

or The Crotch-Eating Bears.

He'll never hear any of them ever again!

20 mill, semi-countersunk, just the job.

Is there a problem, Mr Humpage?

I have brought the wrong screwdriver.

That's Phillips, that's not.

Gordon?

Gordon!

Gordon!

-Gordon.

-So, I hear congratulations are in order.

You popped the Pringle for Sexy Lexy last night, right?

-He told you?

-He hasn't stopped talking about it all morning.

Discipline, lads, discipline!

Gordon, I thought I'd give everybody the last two periods off.

Thought it might help raise the school spirit after these

unfortunate events.

Yeah, right. Boys, we've got a semifinal Saturday!

What are you doing? You can't hit a barn door.

Was it your first time?

-No!

-My God, it was!

That's so cute.

So, was it really magical? Was it really worth waiting for?

Was it over really quickly because it was when I did it with him.

Dirty little slut gave me crabs. I had to shave the panty hamster.

He said he got it from Sophie but I think it was the other way round.

-Have you seen her? I've been texting all day.

-Nope.

Alexis, heel to toe. Come on!

All right, ladies. No-one is to go into the water until I say so.

SCREAMING

Lads, Saturday, Parkside,

semifinal, big day.

This is the ball.

Bradley, I want you to hit him. Let him know you are there early doors, show him who's boss.

Where's Marcus?

Marcus!

Marcus!

It's Mullet!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Listen to me, calm down, boy.

What's the matter with you?

Is this your idea of helping the team, team morale?

This isn't good for the team, son.

I want you to go and have a shower, get changed.

You disappointed me a little bit, son.

-Get changed and see me after practice.

-I saw him, sir.

I'm disappointed, go. Go.

I see dead people. I see dead people.

-All right lads, give me the ball.

-I want a word with you.

You've got to come. She's face down, please come.

-She's probably swimming.

-Please come.

TEXT ALERT

'You're a dumb fuck.'

'You're a dumb fuck.'

CLATTERING

If someone's dicking me about...

Oh, you fucker!

Argh!

Oh, God!

Come on, come on, come on!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

MULLET INHALES

Oh crap.

So, which do you fancy? Keira in Atonement or Keira in Dr Zhivago?

Emily! He's trying to rape you!

Argh!

Boys in this school are so disgusting.

SQUELCHING

GURGLING

Mullet said he was going to kill them. Now he has.

-We did treat him like shit.

-It's not Darren Mullet. For fuck's sake!

-Am I the only one who can see this?

-You said you didn't do anything.

Nice one, Alex. You got her to believe that? Proud of you, bro.

Juss, I can explain.

-What did that poor boy ever do to you anyway?

-You want to know why we picked on him?

We were bored, he was a spaz.

-You do the math.

-I'm so glad I'm not like you.

Suck my cock, you prissy bitch!

You look down your nose at everyone

but you spread your legs just like the rest of us.

Get your hands off me, you...!

-Bradley, give me a hand.

-None of my business, bro.

Oh!

THE GIRLS SCREAM

Bradley, will you do something?

This isn't over.

You're dead!

We're ALL dead. He's going to kill us.

He's dead, OK? He's fucking dead!

-And I'm going to prove it!

-Yeah, right and how are you going to do that?

-I'm going to dig the fucker up!

-Bradley!

All right, Mullet, you fat fuck, let's take a look at you.

Justine...?

I want to see this website.

All the harmless fun and games you had.

-You don't want to see it.

-Alex, I really do.

'Here we see the lesser spotted Mullet at feeding time.'

-Wahey!

-Come on!

Come on, fight back, Mullet, fight back. Come on!

Please, turn it off.

Did you get that?

'OK, now we need to be very quiet

'because we are here to observe the courtship rituals of the Mullet.

'Oh, the Mullet's fallen for a very rare species -

'Headgirlus frigidusbitchus.

'Let's see what happens.'

Come on, big boy, this way.

SHE GIGGLES

-Get off me, you creep! What is wrong with you?!

-I'm so sorry, Justine, I...

No, it's OK. It's no-one.

Darren, mate, what are you playing at? That's the head girl.

You can look but no-one's allowed to touch.

I can't believe I'm actually going to Oxford!

This is disgusting.

I haven't got it.

Ah, diddums. Baby going to cry?

Do you know what's so cute?

It's when guys can really show their emotions.

MULLET GASPS FOR AIR

-BREATHLESSLY:

-Justine, please help me!

Justine, make them give it back to me. Please!

-I'm on the phone, OK, leave me alone.

-Come on, Darren.

THEY LAUGH

MULLET CHOKES AND GASPS

Breathe. Breathe.

I don't want you in my house anymore.

Juss, I'm not like them, OK...

No, you're so much worse.

At least Bradley's honest about who he is.

You don't understand.

Nobody ever says no to Bradley. I didn't have a choice.

Don't you dare touch me! Just get out of my house!

-Look, let me explain...

-Alex, get out!

-No, let me explain...

-Get out of my house!

SHE SOBS

-GLASS BREAKS

-Whoopsy(!)

Bradley, come on. Shall we just go now?

It's going to take you hours to get down to his coffin.

This is a total dick dance.

HE SOBS

Why the fuck did Marcus have to die?

And Sophie. And fucking everyone!

Bradley, hey...come on.

-Brad?

-Why...? Why's this happening to us?

You tell me why this is fucking happening to us!

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.

Hey, come here. Look at you.

Fuck Darren Mullet.

OK?

SOBBING

Come here.

SHE GIGGLES

Oh, Bradley.

HE CHUCKLES EXCITEDLY

SHE MOANS

Get it in.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Fuck!

Bradley!

Bradley! Bradley!

Bradley! It's Darren Mullet!

It's Darren Mullet! Bradley!

SHE SCREAMS

Aargh!

Shit! No!

Tasha?

Tasha?

Tasha? Tasha?

Don't leave me.

SHE STRUGGLES

SHE SCREAMS

Look, I'm really... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We shouldn't have... We were just joking around.

And...it was the others that didn't like you, not me.

I always... I always liked you.

Actually, I kind of... I kind of fancied you.

I... I w-w-wanted to go out with you.

B-But I was too scared to ask. T-That's the truth, OK?

I would've gone out with you.

And... And...maybe...

Maybe it's not too late.

-That's interesting.

-Guv, I think you should see this.

-What you got?

-A condom. A full one.

-At least he got his rocks off.

-No, guv...

it's full of his dick.

Fucking spiders, look at that!

SWIRLING VOICES

Jason?

I came to say I'm sorry.

I saw Darren being bullied and I didn't do anything to help him.

-I am starting to think maybe it was my fault.

-It wasn't you.

It was me.

I was the one who told them he fancied you.

I didn't want them to start on me, so I set him up. Some friend, huh?

I'm going to see the head.

Tell him what happened to Darren.

It's not going to bring him back.

-I need to talk to you.

-I don't think we have anything to discuss.

Alexis turned out to be...

I hate to say I told you so.

Please, Helena. I need a friend.

-APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

-You're in luck.

-D'you know where Tasha is?

-No, I don't care.

I've been calling her all morning.

-Your friend practically pulled my ear off.

-I'm so sorry.

-You were my best friend.

-It's OK. Tasha wants to meet me in the art room.

I... I just came from there.

I haven't changed. I'm still the same old Justine.

Maybe that's the problem.

-The only person you care about is yourself.

-That's not fair.

It's not, is it?

Emily?

I'm sorry, Darren, I know I let you down.

I'm so sorry, I was just so scared.

HE SCREAMS

We found it by the bodies.

I dare say there is an explanation.

We think it got ripped off in the struggle.

Tash?

Where are you?

Huh. That doesn't look like me.

SHE SCREAMS

Justine!

Come here.

-What's that for?

-I needed to protect us.

-Protect us from what?

From Mullet.

-Alex, you're scaring me.

-Bradley and Tasha, they're both dead.

-No, they're not.

-They're in pieces, Justine, he's cut them into bits.

Stop it, they're not dead.

Tasha's in the art room.

You saw her?

No, she sent Kally a text saying to meet her there.

-Where are you going?

-To kill Darren Mullet.

SHE GASPS FOR AIR

What did I ever do to you?

'Fight, fight, fight, fight...'

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Fight back, you bitch!

Ho-ho, back of the net!

Come on, Mullet, you spaz. Getting beat up by a girl, are you?

Look at the state of your face.

'Fight, fight, fight...'

It was just happy slapping.

Please no, please!

No, please! Aaagh!

-This is crazy.

-He's going to kill her, Justine, don't you understand?

-Go and get help. Tell someone I need help.

-Do your own dirty work.

SHE SCREAMS

Hello.

Help me, please! Somebody!

Stay off this line,

we don't have time for silly games today, young lady.

Where are the pupils we want to speak to?

Oh, my God, Kally.

-Alex, phone an ambulance.

-It's too late. He's already here.

-It wasn't Darren Mullet, just phone an ambulance.

-But it was him.

No, it wasn't, Alex, he's dead.

I know that, Juss.

-He's standing right behind you.

-Oh, God!

Darren, I'm sorry, OK? It was a joke.

Can't you take a fucking joke?!

-Help! Open this!

-Oi!

SHE SCREAMS

Die!

The doors.

What're we going to do?

It wasn't all lies, you know.

The things that I said to you, they weren't all lies.

I know.

SHE SCREAMS

Aaagh!

SHE CHOKES

Aaagh!

Alex, smash it.

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

What's the matter, Mullet? Having trouble breathing?

Alex, come on, let's get out of here.

Not so hard now, are you?

Oh, shit.

Run, Justine. Go!

Darren, no! Please don't hurt him. I let you down.

I was the one that should've helped you.

Oh!

SHE SOBS

I'm so sorry.

HE GURGLES

Help me!

I see you, Darren, is that what you wanted?

And you know what? You do look like fucking Shrek!

HIS BREATHING STOPS

Justine. What have you done?

INAUDIBLE

Can any of you boys...

tell me...

why that stupid little bitch

had to kill all my best players?

I mean, why couldn't she have done us all a favour

and killed you lot instead?

Eh?

Out you go.

And keep your discipline.

Skipper, Sam.

Oi!

Oi!

Why aren't you changed with the others? Have you got a note?

Cos if you haven't got a note, you can get yourself to...

"Dear Mr Ramsay, Darren can't do games today because he is dead."

What, is this a joke, son?

Is this meant to be funny, because if you've...

Oh, fuck!

# Monster Hospital

# Can you please release me?

# I fought the war

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won't stop for the love of God

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won't stop for the love of God

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won't stop for the love of God

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# I fought the war

# But the war won't stop for the love of God

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won't stop for the love of God

# I fought the war, I fought the war

# But the war won. #