Boy A Page #5

Oh.

You got a problem with that?

Not at all.

I'm just, you know...

Right. You're informing me.

Bringing the... yeah.

What?

The fact to your attention.

Enlighten you to it.

Well, I appreciate it.

What is it?

A rubber johnnie.

What's it for?

Are you stupid?

Shagging women.

If you don't wear one,

you get a sore on your dick.

Want to see it?

- Eww.

- Exactly.

Try and find something to dig with.

What about this one?

Perfect.

Cut the little bits off with this.

They like the darkness

under the bridge, you see.

Like trolls?

No. Where are the trolls, mate?

F***.

- You see it?

- Yeah.

You see the size of it?

Sh*t. Grab it.

- What?

- Grab it!

Jesus.

Bollocks.

Wow.

Yeah.

Why isn't it dead?

It's not far from it now.

[soft laughter]

Look at that one.

Oh, wow.

You want it?

Take it.

You might be alone

sometime and need it.

You know what I mean?

[laughs]

So I take it you're staying over tonight?

Huh?

Yeah.

I would have thought... what's this?

No, that's cool.

There's you.

So cute.

What's up, Jack?

Have you... Have you

slept with many blokes?

I don't know.

A few.

I mean, I've never slept around.

All right.

What about you?

Nah, I ain't slept with many girls.

And your past?

- That is my past.

- No.

I mean your past... the cars,

your time in prison.

What about it?

It's really over, right?

Of course it is.

Why? Why do you...

No, I just...

Because I want you to say.

- Say what?

- Forget it.

I think I'm in love with you, Michelle.

Yeah?

[whispers]

Yeah.

I think I'm in love with you.

What was, what was

you going to say, then?

That's it.

- Wha...

- It's all right.

You beat me to it, you a**hole.

Oh, sh*t! I can't.

I can't f***ing stay.

Oh, f***.

Kelly lost her house key. I've got to...

I've got to let her in in the morning.

- Oh, no.

- Sh*t.

I'll call you a taxi.

No, no, no. Don't worry about it.

There's always plenty

up on the main street.

I tell you what.

What?

I never thought...

in my life...

Sh*t.

That I would ever say those words.

Or have 'em said to me.

- Yeah.

- Do you know, do you know?

Now I have someone.

A girl who makes me...

Sometime...

when I ain't seen ya

and then I see ya...

I find it hard to breathe.

This is getting serious, isn't it?

Are you f***ing mad?

No, no, no.

You can never do this.

You understand what I'm saying?

You can never ever do this. Never!

- Never?

- Never, never.

She would understand. I know it.

Listen, listen.

Her understanding's

not the issue, okay?

Knowledge is the issue.

Your safety is the issue.

Okay? Do you, do you know...

F*** it.

There's been a bounty posted

for you on the internet.

A what?

For information regarding

your whereabouts.

Now listen, I wasn't going to tell you.

Am I in danger?

No, no, no, no.

But do you now realize

there are people out there

who want you? They hate you.

They will never let go

of what happened. Ever, ever!

How much is it for?

That doesn't matter.

Terry, how much is it for?

Oh, f***.

But listen, you're safe.

You're safe as long as nobody knows.

So you have to be strong.

You have to stick by the game plan.

However strongly you may feel this urge,

however right you may feel

it is to follow it, you can't.

And I want you to promise me,

Jack, that you won't.

Now, you promise me.

Will you do that for me, son?

Will you promise

me that you won't?

[crying]

It's so f***ing hard.

I know.

[Man]

And as we heard from the recordings

from each boys' willingness

to extricate himself from blame

at the expense of the other,

both of them are to blame.

Both committed the act,

though neither will

accept responsibility,

let alone provide a reason

for their actions.

Though why should they?

And if they did,

would it be sufficient

to explain the loss

of this beautiful,

this innocent child?

Who once, so brim-full of potential,

will now never have it realized.

Who has been,

in the most violent manner imaginable,

wiped off the face of the earth.

What reason could be good enough?

None.

None but this.

That they are bad.

No, no other description will do.

That they are evil.

But more crucially,

that they are dangerous.

And that they must...

not as punishment,

no, that's irrelevant

as is the hope of rehabilitation...

But that they must,

for the sakes of our children,

all of them,

for their safety and well-being,

be sent away for as long

as is lawfully possible.

[Man, clapping]

That's right!

Lock them up!

- Amen.

- [crowd claps]

Daddy, no!

No, Daddy, don't let them take me!

No, don't let them take me away!

Mommy, please!

No! No, Daddy!

Daddy, no! No!

This bloke should die?

Hmm?

Look at his hair.

Why don't you ever go out, Zeb?

I don't know.

Meet any friends since you got here?

I'm fine, Da.

I don't think so.

You're always drinking.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

I enjoy a bit, son, but is it healthy?

That's rhetorical, by the way.

I know.

Now, I know that it's not healthy.

And what I'm trying

to tell you is that...

F***, I'm pissed.

[scoffs]

What, that you're pissed?

No, no, l...

Thank you.

You should be out there getting a life.

Doing something.

I'm not trying to tell you what to do,

but I don't like seeing you

lying around night after night.

So do something useful

and pour me something, would ya?

- [laughs]

- [laughs]

Cheers.

[sighs]

F*** it, you're right.

What's that?

His hair is ridiculous.

- [laughs]

- [laughs]

Hmm.

Forget it all, son.

You're young.

Plenty of time to sort yourself out

and get your act together.

I love you, Jack.

You're my greatest f***ing achievement.

Where's Michelle?

She rang in sick this morning.

Oh.

[whispering]

All right, Michelle,

um, uh...

I just heard you were sick.

Uh, I hope you're not feeling too bad.

Uh...

just wondering.

I c... I can... I can drop over

after work if you want.

It... It's a cold, yeah?

Love you.

[loud beeping of truck backing up]

[doorbell rings]

[knocking]

Michelle?

[doorbell ringing repeatedly]

I don't know.

I think she might be at her mum's.

Well, have you rung her?

Yeah, her phone's switched off.

Well then, how do you know

she's not alone?

Because I've been out there twice.

So ring her mum.

No. I ain't got her number, have I?

All right, look, you know what?

Claire will probably know.

Let me give her a call,

and I'll call you back.

She says she ain't heard

from her in a couple of days.

Okay. What about boyfriends?

I'm her boyfriend.

No, ex-boyfriends.

Did she ever mention any...

No, no, no one.

Sh*t.

You think she's hurt.

- No.

- Yeah, you do.

Just let me think a minute.

Do you think I hurt her, Terry?

What?

Do you think I hurt her?

No. Never.

Never, Jack.

I'll make some calls when I get back.

Make sure her car hasn't been

in an accident or something.

In the meantime, you just...

Thank you.

- Wait and see.

- Thank you, Terry.

Yeah.

[rope creaking]

[phone rings]

Oh, f***, f***!

[ring]

[ring]

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