Boys in the Trees

'Tis the night...

...the night of the grave's delight.

Gotcha.

Get up.

Hey. They're not your mates.

Your mates are over here.

Go on. Go.

You think I give a sh*t, Corey?

- Ready for the money shot?

- Yeah, man.

The f***? Are you blind? F*ggot!

How many times have I got to

tell you you are not welcome here?

Are you f***ing mute as well?

Get the f*** up. Go. Go!

Yeah, run, you little fag!

F***in' freak gives me the creeps.

What a d*ckhead.

- Mr. M.

- Boys.

How you going?

Mr. M.

I've been trying all afternoon

to get this damn printer to work.

Have you tried... plugging it in?

- It's fixed.

- What? What did you do?

Show me what you did.

Mr. M.

No pop-tarts. I guess you

didn't know I was coming over?

So, how was your final day?

Must be a bit sad leaving school behind.

- That's not the word I'd use.

- You home for dinner?

I'm sure you can microwave

your lean cuisine on your own.

Having dinner together

isn't just about eating.

- It's about...

- Spending quality time together.

Wait. What'd...

what'd you want to talk about?

Oh, well... what are you doing tonight?

- Skating. Trick or treating.

- Thought you hated Halloween.

- Shouldn't you be studying?

- Well, exams don't start till next week.

Every grade counts if you're gonna

get a scholarship to New York.

- Have you been in my room again?

- This came in the mail today.

They're on the other side of the world, mate.

I thought you were going

to study here, like your old man.

You might have thought that.

Photography's a fun hobby.

- But it's hardly gonna pay the bills, is it?

- Can we talk about this another time?

Maybe, I don't know, my 18th?

Corey?

Yep?

I thought we might go away for the weekend.

Up to the lake for a bit of fishing.

What do you say?

It just sounds like great fun.

Don't you think?

I think I have to study.

Man, kill me if I ever end up like him.

Amigo, it's a promise.

- Is that a whole bottle of vodka?

- Yeah. Here you are.

- He's gonna notice that's gone.

- So? What's he gonna do?

Bore you to death? The guy's a numbnut.

Off the bed, d*ckheads. What the hell?

What's the plan for tonight?

A little trick. A little treat.

Then a whole lot of tits at the tower.

So we're finishing high school

the way we spent it.

What's the matter, New York? Too good for it?

What is this sh*t?

You actually pissed about that?

Well, I thought we were

all going to Box Hill.

The world is bigger than that.

So, what, you're just gonna ditch... us?

Well, come on. It's not like we can hang out

at the tower forever, smoking billies.

What the hell is wrong with that?

Yo, Dave Grohl!

Shut the f*** up.

It was just an idea.

If it means that much to you...

...don't get your panties in a twist.

My panties are fine, f*** knuckle.

I don't like it when Mum and Dad fight.

- Hi.

- You're letting light in.

- Want a hand?

- I don't need your help.

Not bad, man. Some choice cuts.

But your prime, A-grade, numero uno...

...pice de rsistance...

...is gonna have to be...

...yeah!

This sh*t's got a date

with the local photocopier.

Yeah? What are you gonna do?

You want to live the dream, don't ya?

Want the world to see

your amazing photography?

Well, lucky you got friends like us,

even if you're too stupid to realize it.

Dude, New York had nothing to do with you.

You don't ever get bored?

Same old sh*t every day?

Don't you ever want to get out of here?

Hombre... I'm a god here.

Weed to smoke, b*tches to f***.

- Fags to bash.

- What's he done to you?

Let me explain to you the law of the jungle.

You want to run with the wolves,

you gotta kill a few lambs.

So which one you gonna be?

- Fine. Go nuts.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!

Now, can you stop being a buzzkill?

Please? It's Halloween.

Yeah!

Care to do the honors?

- Law of the jungle, huh?

- We all live by it, mate.

What are you meant to be?

A sheep in wolves' clothing?

Whatever.

Halloween's just an American

invention to sell lollies.

Incorrect.

Oh, yeah? Enlighten me.

'Tis the night,

the night of the grave's delight.

And the warlocks are at their play.

Ye think that without,

the wild winds shout...

...but no, it is they, it is they.

Nice pic. But not your finest hour.

The boys think it is.

'Cause I know they're the first ones

I'd turn to for an art critique.

- What's the problem?

- Who said there was a problem?

You only fry your brain

when there's something on it.

My brain's fine.

At least nangs don't give you cancer.

It's worth it.

Hey, why don't you come down from there?

I hate heights. My bedroom's on the

first floor, and even that freaks me out.

There are way more scary things than falling.

Sort of closing,

circling around her, and then...

You know, you're a much nicer guy

when you're not around them.

We all do sh*t to fit in.

Is it worth it?

Just 'cause they're good with

a sodastream, doesn't make them...

...amigos para siempre.

- How about you back off my mates?

- These guys don't get you.

We're teenagers.

Nobody gets us. That's half the fun.

No.

Everyone has somebody who understands them.

You're not the only one who wants

out of this town, you know.

Who said I want out?

Got everything I need right here.

Weed to smoke, fags to bash, b*tches to...

...f***.

Spliff's up.

Romany?

Tokey-toke?

What about you, coz?

Another toke?

I'm good.

Corey! Where are you going?

Oh, sh*t! I'm late for work.

Skip it.

- Wait.

- Some of us gotta earn a buck.

Yeah, like daddy wouldn't

buy you anything you asked for.

What's wrong? You scared the baby birds

are all grown up and leaving the nest?

Poor Jango.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Move! I've got graveyard shift.

Then you're... right where you need to be.

Boys! We're moving out. Get up.

Quicker! Let's go.

- Trick or treat.

- -Hey, Deirdre, you coming?

Hey, you okay?

Are you trying to kill me?

Oh, f***!

Why can't you arseholes leave me alone?

You don't own the park.

Shouldn't you be with your wolves

gang-banging some mental defective...

...from the drama class?

- At least I got mates.

- Yeah, I'm sure they're awesome...

- ...once you get to know them.

- Yeah, they are.

Then why are you here?

You're bleeding.

Oh, sh*t!

- Still gullible.

- Oh, you f***er!

And then you wonder why nobody likes you.

- Got anything to eat?

- Do I look like a servo?

- You must have scored trick or treating.

- It's kids stuff, man.

- We're kids.

- Well, you, maybe.

Right. I forgot, gramps.

That's why you're dressed as teen wolf.

And what are you supposed to be?

Your mum?

What? Jonah. Hey!

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Wasn't cool. You can hit me if you want.

One free hit, anywhere you want.

Walk me home.

I'm not gonna hit you.

You're gonna walk me home instead.

Get f***ed. I'm not going anywhere with you.

Maybe I have a concussion.

Maybe I'll get lost.

Maybe I'll fall and never wake up.

Or maybe, you owe me...

...old pal.

If I knew they were coming,

I'd have baked a cake.

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