December Boys
Hello.
When I think about that time...
... it's not the heat,
the dust, the nuns...
... or even the boys I remember...
... so much as a sense of anticipation.
The constant belief
that somehow I'd be saved.
I wouldn't say we had it bad...
... since it was all most of us knew.
It was only there was something
just out of reach...
... and we might never catch up.
Lights out, boys.
May you be blessed
and sleep with God's benevolent grace.
Amen.
Sparks.
Someone's coming.
I don't remember who wrote
''I love a sunburnt country''...
... but I'd bet money
they never lived out here.
Just look at it.
It's the definition of desolate.
This is where I lived
most of my young years.
This is where I lived until,
you could say...
... I was rescued by a dream.
These were my best friends.
Spark, Spit and Maps.
My real name's Vernon,
but they call me Misty.
No reason to go into that right now.
Today's the first of December...
...the December boys
please come forward.
They say the best place to start
is the beginning.
So, first off, you better know
we were all orphans.
- Happy birthday.
- Thanks, Sister.
Thanks, Sister.
Thank you.
Everybody ready?
It's about the smokes.
I told you
she looks under the mattress.
- I didn't put them there.
- It's about mooning Willie.
Enter.
Come in, boys.
Father Scully...
...this is James, Donald,
Bruce and Vernon.
Better known as Maps,
Spark, Spit and Misty.
They're our December boys.
- Happy birthday.
- Thank you, Father.
We have a little surprise for you.
Oh, it's a pleasant surprise.
A benefactor has left
St. Gregory's a little money...
...and I've decided to send everyone
on a holiday.
As this is your birthday month...
...I felt it fitting
you should be the first to go.
We're going on a holiday?
You'll be staying
with Mr. And Mrs. McAnsh.
They're great friends
of the Church.
It's a town called...
...Lady Star Cove.
It's a special place...
...on the sea.
On the sea?
Yes.
It could be
that Our Lady interceded for you.
I had this spiritual antenna
other people didn't have.
That's why I could see things
no one else could.
When I looked at Our Lady, I knew.
I knew she'd chosen me
for a special mission.
Maps.
It was more than being orphans
that tied us together.
Or even our friendship.
It was like destiny.
Cross swords.
We were even given
the same birth month.
All for one, and one for all.
December boys.
The further we traveled
from what we knew...
... the more it seemed like we were
being pulled into another world...
... a world where all the doors
were open...
... and anything was possible.
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls...
The most bone-rattling,
jaw-clenching...
... death-defying act
you've ever seen!
The Wall of Death!
The one, the only,
the bravest man on two wheels...
... Fearless Forte!
- You all right there, boys?
- Yes, Father.
- Come along.
- Come on, fellows.
Right you are.
Welcome aboard.
Boys, this is Petty Officer
Bandy McAnsh.
Father.
Petty officer.
As you can see,
all present and accounted for.
Boys, I'd like you
to meet my lovely wife...
...and the skipper
of this establishment, Mrs. McAnsh.
Nice to meet you.
Father, we thank God
for your safe arrival.
May his grace light your paths...
...and give you the appropriate wisdom
and joy from your new experience.
- Amen.
- I knew there'd be a catch.
Petty officer, show the new recruits
to their quarters...
...and I'll finish in the galley.
Well, have fun, boys.
Thank you, Father.
Right.
Step this way.
Welcome aboard.
All right, mateys.
It's been a long day.
Time to settle down.
Everyone in bed.
And we'll let the Old Specific
sing you a lullaby.
Good night, boys.
The ocean's loud.
- I didn't think it'd be this loud.
- Yeah.
The Old Specific.
Hey, Spit, have a look at this.
Hey, what's that?
I suppose you know
you'll be going to hell?
Really?
Now I'll have company.
Knock it off, both of you.
I'm trying to relax.
You hear that?
Is he coming?
Listen.
My ass is snoring.
Come on, mate.
Last one in's a rotten egg!
Really? Looks like
you're the rotten egg, Spit.
Come on, Mist.
Come on, Misty.
- Come on.
- Come in.
Have a look at this.
Spark, come on.
Yeah, coming.
Hey!
Hey!
- Hey, fishing boat.
- Hello?
- Hey.
- Over here.
Hey, over here.
Look.
Come on.
Race you to the rocks.
Hey, fellows.
Somebody's set themselves up.
Check out the cordial.
- Maps.
- They're somebody else's.
Don't take any.
Hey.
Who wants a ride?
Coming back down.
Hey, guys.
What is it?
Find out.
She was the most beautiful woman
I'd ever seen...
... other than Our Lady.
Sleek as a seal.
Mind you, I hadn't seen
nearly as much of Our Lady.
Sparks. Come on. Sparks, get up.
Come on. Get up.
We heard you were coming.
I'm Teresa.
This was as close as I'd come
to a religious epiphany.
But whatever ideas I had
about becoming a priest...
... quickly climbed into the back seat.
How did you get these names?
We call him Spark
because he stuck a knife in a toaster...
...and nearly set the orphanage
on fire.
And you? You are Spit?
My dad flew a Spitfire during the war.
And I'm a champion spitter.
- And you, you like maps.
- No.
He's got a birthmark on his chest
shaped like Tasmania.
I'm all right.
If he doesn't want any,
I'll have seconds.
And why are you Misty?
Because he's a waterworks.
Okay. I'm going now.
Fearless is home tonight.
Who's that?
That's Shellback.
He fishes for Henry.
O, my good angel...
...whom God has appointed
my guardian...
...watch over me during this night...
...and protect me...
...from evil in my thoughts
as well as my deeds.
In the deepest hour of darkness...
...let your presence lead the way...
... to righteousness...
... and goodness.
Boys.
God cares nothing for motorcycles.
Henry.
- You're gonna get us in trouble.
- I know how to ride one of these.
My dad had one, only bigger.
Bullshit, your dad died
when you was 3.
Get down.
Somebody say
you could climb up there?
We was just looking.
That what you call it?
We're here on holiday.
My dad had a bike just like this.
That so?
I saw you on the Wall of Death.
I saw you go through the fire
and everything.
You must be about
the best cyclist there is.
- You boys like a thrill, do you?
- Yeah.
Who's first?
I've been on a bike before.
I'll go.
Faster. Faster.
Yes!
At least someone's
having a good time.
How you going?
Good night.
See you later.
''How you going? ''
You'll be up her
like a rat up a drainpipe.
Come on, give us a go.
Why do we have to be stuck here?
- That's easy.
- No, it's not.
I'm not stuck.
Go.
Go.
The least you can do
is three cheers for the corpse.
Hip, hip, hurray!
Boys.
Thanks, Luce.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Thank you, Lucy.
That is the same sort of thing
that happened to Archbishop O'Donnell.
I was there in the church
Sunday morning...
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