Chatroom Page #3

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Nah, you're all right, thanks.

What are you doing here

if you like Keisha so much?

Well, a friend gave me the idea.

To go online, you know,

see what the older lady likes.

Get your mind off the kids?

Yeah, that's the idea. Yeah.

Unless you're a pervert.

In which case,

you take it any way you can.

I'm into rape scenarios.

- You're what?

- Get up to Leeds.

There's a piece ofwasteland behind me.

- You could have me there.

- Jesus Christ!

You sound dead sweet.

Always wanted a sweet boy

to shag me in the mouth!

Where are you going?

- (Chuckling)

MO:
It was a bit weird,

and I was, like...

I felt like I was being raped.

I swear to God, honestly.

It just felt a bit wrong.

People abuse these dating rooms.

Don't worry about it.

But it was creepy, mate.

It was just like... You know?

Well, tell Si how you feel about Keisha.

What?

Friendship's all about

forgiveness and understanding.

It's... It's not like

you've done anything wrong, Mo.

- That's right.

- Yeah, the heart can't be controlled.

Tell him, he'll understand.

- OK, I'll try it.

- I have a present to deliver.

Can you just take overfor a bit?

Do you mind?

- See you later.

- Later. Laters.

- (Bleep)

- Dead Ripley.

CHEW LIPS:
Karen

Whoa. (Chuckles)

You just can't stay away.

It's impossible.

Please.

I'm controlling her discussions,

her correspondence,

any information she puts out there.

I've image-morphed her face

onto the bodies of these girls.

(Cackles) It's like

she's been in porn for two years.

I've broken into Models 1

and I'm working more subtly

on her portfolio.

I'm altering the length of her nose,

narrowing her lips,

shortening the distance between her eyes.

It's imperceptible but enough.

Oh, my God.

I know I said I hated her,

but you've...really killed her.

WILLIAM:
I know. Isn't it great?

Thank you, William.

Happy birthday, Eva.

SI:
What do you wanna do?

MO:
Whatever.

- Maybe watch a DVD?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A Kate Winslet one.

Oh, I love that b*tch.

Erm...I need to talk to you

about something.

Sounds draining. Make it short.

You know when you was asking

whetherthere was...a girl?

You're gay!

No. No, erm...

- There is a girl.

- Who is she?

Come on, man, tell me. Who is she?

Keisha.

Keisha your sister.

- You're joking.

- I'm not.

She's 11.

I know.

- Have you touched her?

- No!

- But you were going to touch her?

- I needed to talk to you.

I'm not her pimp, Mo!

There's nothing to talk about.

She's an 11-year-old girl.

You paedo!

Can we talk about this

without getting angry, OK?

I haven't done anything.

The heart can't be controlled, Si.

- The heart can't be controlled?

- Yeah.

What kind of gay sh*t...?

(Muffled shouting)

(Shouting in Brazilian Portuguese)

Speak, Jim.

We're all here for you.

I'm seven years old.

And erm...my mum's

gone away for the weekend.

A break or something.

My dad's staying behind to look after me.

And...

we're sat at the kitchen table,

just looking at each other.

So, he asked me what do I want to do.

And straightaway I say

I want to put on my cowboy costume

and go and see the penguins in the zoo.

Can't wait. It's going to be so good.

Don't you think?

Definitely the number one fan of penguins.

So...

..we're going...

We're inside the zoo now,

and I go straight to the penguins.

And I'm standing in my cowboy costume

looking at the penguins,

and having such a great conversation

with my dad, you know?

It was...like, a perfect childhood day.

He lets go of my hand

and says he'll be back.

And he goes.

Gone.

And I'm happy looking at the penguins.

But...

it's been, like, an hour since he left,

so I start to walk around the zoo,

looking for him.

And I'm not worried yet,

I don't talk to anyone or...

I just go to the bus stop

we got off at earlier

and I get on a bus

and I tell the bus driver my address.

And he asks me where my parents are.

And I say they're at home...

waiting for me.

I get the key from under the mat.

And I go inside.

And I'm alone there.

It being a Saturday night, I have a bath.

And I get into my pyjamas.

Because my dad would've liked that.

Er...

It's getting dark outside.

And I start to worry.

And I get the quilt and I go into

the bathroom and I lock the door.

And it feels safer with the door locked.

He's not coming back.

He's never coming back.

What your father did to you...

leaving you like some dog,

is incredible, Jim.

I don't know what it is,

but erm...I'm feeling better.

Erm...maybe just sharing

that story with everyone...

You're not getting better.

- Don't say that.

- What do you want me to say?

What, that you'll be happy

in two weeks' time?

No, I just...

I need some help, William.

I need to stay positive...

Stay in the moment,

cos you're feeling down and panicked.

- Know what you're dealing with, first.

- Are we going?

Look...

you need to talk to people who are

going through the same thing as you.

I know this room.

Called Dorfli Place,

I can get you in there.

It will help.

Jim. Jim, it helped me.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

- (Sniffs)

- We're still friends, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I mean...

Look, we're gonna have our disagreements.

I'm not leaving you, Jim.

I'll never do what your father did.

(Thud)

(Gasps)

What are you doing?

Aren't you over this?

Give it to me.

This is sick.

Get out.

Get out!

That's mine.

Just give it to me cos it's mine!

Just get out! Will you get out!

GRACE:
William?

Please, sweetheart.

Don't do anything.

PAUL:
Open the door! (Thumps)

I need to know

you're not going to hurt yourself.

It's only a video on the internet.

I'm over all that now.

I love you.

You can always come and talk to me,

William. You know that, right?

Phone.

(Grace sobs)

I need to take you to this room.

The whining that goes on in there!

These kids,

you want to annihilate the lot of them.

Can we talk about something else?

Yeah, of course we can.

DOVES AND JANE WEAVER: Seven Day Smile

Have you been flirting with me?

(Posh accent):
I had to rescue you from

those appalling toffs you call friends.

(Chuckles)

So...

..are we boyfriend and girlfriend?

Well, after I've crucified Jim...

..I think it might be safe

to take it to the next stage.

An actual physical encounter?

Best not to rush these things.

Difficult to know who you can trust.

Cheeky bugger!

Do you want me to call a doctor?

No.

I'll be fine.

You ring me later. OK?

I love you.

JlM:

He wasn't well enough to have a child.

They'd have been better off

if it was just the two of them.

So he hated you for being alive?

Maybe.

To blame a child for his sh*t life...

I hope he shot himself.

Have you ever held a gun, Jim?

No.

(Gunshot)

Frightening things.

- It'll be fun!

- Watching tennis?

Henry's dad's got a box.

There's gonna be a whole group of us.

Another day with that type of person

and I'd chew my hands off!

- Right. I'm coming round.

- No. Stay where you are.

You live next door to me.

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