Chatroom Page #4

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Don't you hate us?

What are you talking about?

We are appalling b*tches, Charlotte!

Shut up!

You know why you can't see that?

Because your head is stuck up

your incredibly tight privileged arse!

We are horrible people!

(Moaning)

(Screaming)

We're going...

(Overlapping conversations)

You're late.

What were you doing?

Wiping out my past.

Good.

Don't you think you've let him down?

You started it.

You come here with a little problem

and she'll turn it into a nightmare.

BOY:
I didn't mean those things.

But if you tease someone like that,

they've every right to hate you.

I know.

He's your brother.

He's not gonna forgive you so easily.

Right now, you don't feel like

you deserve forgiveness. Right?

Does she think she's helping?

Do you still feel like hurting yourself?

- She doesn't care.

BOY:
I'm too tired to think.

(Chokes back sobs)

They're all going to beat you again.

And when you think they've stopped,

they're gonna start over.

You take control of your destiny.

Do you understand?

- This is wrong.

- By ending your life...

- What is?

-..you're fighting that sh*t.

You're only taking the piss out of him.

Of course I am.

(Door buzzer)

(Buzzes again)

MUM:
Jim?

Who's going to be fastest?

Definitely mine.

MUM:
Beautiful boys.

I know the patterns of what may happen.

I advise as best I can.

JlM:
But why is the room hidden?

Some kids arrive at a decision where

they feel they can't escape depression.

It's a safe room.

To commit suicide.

Have you had suicidal feelings lately?

Yeah.

So what keeps you living?

We cook him a few days.

Let him wallow a little more.

And then he'll fall apart.

And that's all you're trying to do?

Well, of course.

TIFFANY PAGE:
Better Late Than Never

But why?

(Heavy sigh)

He...

He just reminds me

of a boy I used to know.

This...

..lonely, nothing of a boy,

and I really hate that memory.

Where are you?

Right now?

In my bedroom.

You're lonely, aren't you?

Yeah.

And you?

A little.

Are you a happy person, William?

I'm not a happy person, at all.

But right now...

Right at this moment with you...

I've never been happier.

Welcome. Welcome, everyone.

The Ripley Time Traveller books

are beloved by

so many people around the world.

She really is an extraordinary writer.

So, ladies and gentlemen,

the woman herself, my mother,

Grace Rollins.

Thanks, Ripley.

This is the eighth and...

final book in the series.

(Murmuring)

I started writing these stories

to read to my boys

and it just seems right

to have it here in our home.

I'd like to thank our friends

for all your support,

in the last year in particular.

My family means everything to me.

I'm so proud of the two boys.

To have them healthy,

to have them here with me today,

it's a wonderful thing.

They're completely embarrassed,

but still...

To Paul, William and Ripley.

Thank you.

Well done.

How are you?

Can I introduce you to someone, Grace?

It's fine. Go ahead. Really.

I love you.

(Beeping)

No. Jim, stop!

We need to talk.

What is that?

- What we said...

- No.

- No, no, no.

- Give it to me. Do it!

I need to...

I need to talk to Mum. OK. Just...

I need to go. I've got to stop

what I'm doing. OK. Where is she?

You stay in your room and out of sight.

You've been nothing but a f***-up!

No, no, no.

No!

Jim.

Are you ready for your therapy now?

We're all waiting for you.

Yes, William.

(Crowd boos)

WILLIAM:
Born in the hope of shaking

his fatherfrom his unipolar depression.

Born to a mother who dresses him up

as the perfect entertainment.

The rugby. The fencing.

The archery.

Daddy, are you happy with me now?

Are you happy now, Daddy?

Oh, no, what have I done?

He decides to stay indoors,

praying for a sibling to play with.

But a fruitless year of shooting blanks

and punctual periods sends his father

further into an unstoppable depression.

Oh! Oh! Useless!

Oh! Oh!

But I don't want another child

like that miserable boy.

He's making me worse.

I can't even look at him, I tell you.

One terrible day,

his father left him in the zoo,

leaving his family in the poo.

You have pushed me over the edge, boy!

I'm out of here!

On the day of the first anniversary

of his father's disappearance,

the boy takes his very first Valium.

He's aged eight.

I'm eight and a half, actually.

The pills go a little way to quietening

the voices in his head,

but, in his soul, he knows that

he's to blame for his daddy's downfall,

his daddy's disappearance,

his daddy's probable death.

Like every other sad,

misguided fool on the planet,

he tries to find some answers

in the World Wide Web.

Hey, man! Woo-hoo!

Go, USA! Yeah, man, I'm gonna do it!

(Gulps)

Like others in the suicide club,

he reaches a moment of clarity.

Oh, maybe I should kill myself.

I'm sorry I was born

and made you sicker, Daddy.

It's all been my fault.

And I'm sorry I drove you away, Daddy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Daddy!

I'm sorry!

To see it condensed like that

is always gonna be difficult.

Jim's got to turn his depression

into an act with some sort of expression.

I can see what you're doing.

Only me and Jim have

any appreciation for what's going on.

You have no idea what I'm doing.

This is about Jim purging,

about killing his past.

That was so cruel.

It's a well-documented psychotherapy, Emily.

Yeah? It works.

- What makes you the expert?

- Oh, shut up.

What do you know about depression?

You've written a book on mental illness?

My mother killed herself, Mo.

She was just like...

Jim...

..and his dad.

I've lived with it

for the last two years.

I know how...

devastating it is.

(Sobs)

I imagine...

..my mum coming into my room...

..and...

finding me lying there.

Every day she must look at me...

..and think of my dad.

I need to do what's right

for both of us.

I need to finish this.

I think it's about time I met him.

Put him out of his misery.

You're trying to kill him.

"'Assist his suicide."

It's a different thing entirely.

And we're all implicated.

That's why we're here.

Why you've been friends with me.

Oh, you didn't think I actually cared

about

your little identity crisis, did you?

I mean,

cos you've got such a difficult life.

Trying to figure out a way

of stopping this?

There are people I could call.

Oh?

No need to.

Not when they're calling on you.

EVA'S DAD:

Hello, Ushi. What's the matter?

Why don't you ask that b*tch

of a daughter?

POLICEMAN:
Is Eva in, sir?

Eva?

Come down now.

- (Knock at door)

MUM:
Jim?

Can you open the door?

I'm worried. Come on.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Just go.

(Ringtone)

I've got something to give you.

You choose where to meet.

Dead Ripley.

(Girl on TV speaking in Japanese)

Stop this please, Jim.

This isn't what you want. It can't be!

William's been lying to you,

to all of us.

What he said about his mother,

she never killed herself. Look!

Look atyour own mother. Right?

MO:
Yeah, I suppose.

Mine's a spoilt cow, I swear.

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