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Sorry, mate. Carter and me are

having a swim. Join us if you like.

Oh, no.

I'll finish me run.

- Catch ya later.

- All right, mate.

- I can't believe you asked him in.

- It's all right. He can't swim!

- He can't swim--

- [Laughs]

To us.

Do you think I could persuade my parents

to go and live somewhere else--

What do you want to move

out of here for--

No, pillock.

I'd stay here.

You could come

and live with me.

[Sighs]

I don't think I could

do that, Johnny.

- Why--

- It's just--

The wallpaper in the sitting room

really clashes with the carpet.

- [Scoffs]

- [Laughs]

- Come here.

- [Groans]

[Graham] Will you stop worrying--

Who's worrying--

You've hardly

said a word all weekend.

Sorry.

You're the one who says

I'm too hard on him.

If he's made a mate of this

John what's-his-name,

I'm all for it.

- He's going to Oxford, you know.

- So he said.

- Graham-- - [Door Opens]

- I'm back.

- Hello.

- Good time--

- Yeah, we had a wicked time.

Good.

[Crowd Screams, Cheers]

- You were fantastic!

- Steve.

I tried to find you before the race.

What's going on--

The whole school's talking about that

censored page in the magazine.

[Chuckling] Oh, that.

People are saying

it was about being gay.

- Was it--

- Um--

- You wrote it, didn't you--

- I thought it might have been you.

I can't believe you've done this.

Don't you see--

People know we're mates now. Does

anyone know you wrote that article--

- I think Jessica might have guessed.

- Oh, sh*t!

Just to confirm the winner

of the senior boys, 100 metres,

it was John Dixon.

I guess we should sell

some more magazines.

- It's him, isn't it--

- What--

You know what I mean.

The one you're protecting--

it's John, isn't it--

-John-f***ing-Superman Dixon.

-Jess--

- Hi, Steve.

- Uh, hi.

- This is my mum and dad. Jess.

- Hello, Jess.

-Hello.

-Hi. Can I interest you in a magazine--

- Oh, yes, please.

- Steve's winning masterpiece is in it.

- There you are. A pound.

- Thank you. All right.

I better go see if I can sell

some more of these.

Okay.

I'll be back in a minute.

-Jess, please!

- So that's why he dumped Christina.

-Jess, please. You'll ruin everything.

- I'm not gonna say anything.

I promise. But you have to be

more discreet.

People aren't stupid.

[Man Over Loudspeaker]

The final event of the day,

the senior four by 100 metre relay,

will begin in five minutes.

- Oh, John.

- Hi, Dad.

-Just a quick word.

- Yeah, sure.

I wanted to ask you-- who's Steven Carter--

What-- Why--

Well, these photos of you-- they're fantastic.

I'd really like some prints.

Is Steven here today--

No! I mean, I don't know.

I don't know him.

Well, you must know him

if he took these photos.

- I can't remember. It was ages ago.

- Raymond, I found him.

- Steven, this is John's father.

- Pleased to meet you.

Steven's been saying lovely things

about the house.

- Our house--

- He stayed the weekend with John.

-Ah, there you are, Steven.

- Hello. We thought we'd lost you.

-Sorry.

-I'd better go. I've got a race to run.

- Uh, John, this is my mum and dad.

-John.

Uh, this is

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.

- Well, we're not exactly mates.

- But you came to our house.

Uh, yeah, just to give John

a book he'd lent me.

But you said you were

with John all weekend.

- Oh, Graham-- - [Man] On your marks!

- Hang on. They're starting.

- Set!

- [Pistol Fires]

- Why not wait for the baton, Dixon--

[Sighs]

Sh*t.

[Sighs]

- What's happened to him--

- He said he'd meet us here.

What's she staring at--

Maybe she's not happy about our son

using her son as an alibi.

- How do you know John's not the liar--

- Steven's hiding something.

Graham, can we go and sit

in the car for a moment--

Why--

Cause I've got

something to tell you.

I was so f***ing embarrassed.

Why did you tell your parents

you were at my place--

Because I thought we were going to be

honest about being friends.

- [Sighs]

- [Sighs] Don't worry.

If anything, they've all decided

I'm the one who's lying.

And why did you write

that bloody article--

If Jessica's guessed

then everyone'll know soon.

Johnny,

we can get round this.

No, not if it means

everyone finding out.

He's our son, Graham.

He needs our support.

- Have you seen Steven--

- Oh, sorry. No.

Can't let him be late

for his award.

- Maybe he's inside.

- Yeah.

Uh, you must be

very proud of him.

Where are you going--

I'm going to go and watch

our son get an award.

- Look, can we just-- - Steven, mate, I--

- I'm not your mate.

- [Sighs] Well, what are you then--

I thought I was your--

[Sighs]

It doesn't matter.

We'll be late for the awards.

Johnny, your bag.

Bastard.

[Sighs]

F***ing bastard.

[Sobs]

I love you, you bastard.

What the f***--

Why are you

going through John's stuff--

- Probably getting a cheap thrill.

- That right, is it, Carter--

You really are queer.

Well, Johnny's our mate,

and he's not queer, right--

Say it:
Johnny's not queer.

Say it!

You two found my bag, or--

-What's going on--

-This little queer ripped up your shirt.

He's in love with you.

That's right, isn't it--

-Johnny, I-- - What the f*** is this--

Wait outside.

- [Sobs] Johnny, I-- - Shut it!

- [Blow Landing]

- [Sighs] Bloody hell.

[Snickers]

[Blows Continue, Steven Moans]

[Continues Moaning]

[Panting]

Sh*t!

Johnny, Hutton's--

You queer bastard!

[Man] For continuous sporting

achievement throughout the year,

this cup goes to John Dixon!

[Applause]

[John] Um, thanks.

Thank you very much.

Now, a special moment.

Some of you will already know

that one of our pupils, Steven Carter,

has won The Basingstoke Recorder

Young Journalist Competition.

We're delighted to welcome Roger

McGregor, editor of The Recorder,

to give the prize.

- Where's Steve--

- I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen, a young man we're

all very proud to have at this school,

Steven Carter.

[Applause Continues]

Um, Steven doesn't appear

to be here yet.

So, perhaps I could ask Mr. McGregor

to tell us a bit about the competition.

- [Door Opens]

- Ah, the wanderer returns.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Steven Carter.

[Audience Applauds]

[Coughing]

I-I'm very proud-- I-I'm very grateful to have--

won for the schooI.

But I, uh--

I feel a bit of a fraud.

You see, I-I wrote about--

growing up as I imagined

it must be for most of you,

but there was another article

which was to have been--

included in the school magazine,

but it was, um,

censored because it was about

a young guy who just happened to be--

gay.

[Inhales, Sighs]

I-I wrote that article.

I wish you could have read it

so you could understand.

[Sighs]

This is so difficult.

I'm sick of feeling

totally alone.

I want to have friends who-who-who

like me for who I am.

I want to be part of a family

who love me for who I am and not--

not someone I pretend to be

to keep their love.

I'm sick of hiding,

of being sad and-- scared.

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