Handsome Devil Page #5

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see my friend, Conor.

He is not your friend,

he's your roommate.

He had no choice but

to hang out with you.

Do you get it?

Conor, this little, I

don't know vol appears

to be very much

in love with you.

Now, I told him, you're

that way inclined

but maybe I'm wrong.

Am I wrong, Conor?

Go back to the

f***ing dorm man.

Yeah, go back to

the dorm f*ggot.

Tell them, Conor.

Go back to the

f***ing dorm, man.

Tell them.

I only meant for Conor

to tell his teammates

that we were friends,

but looking back,

maybe he thought I

knew more than that.

Tell them.

I'm warning you.

Conor, this is some

sh*t right here.

F*** off weasel.

See you later then.

Those masterful

images because complete

grew in pure mind,

but out of what began?

A mound of refuse or the

sweepings of a street,

old kettles, old bottles,

and a broken can,

old iron, old bones, old

rags, that raving slut

who keeps the till.

Now that my ladder's gone,

I must lie down where

all the ladders start

in the foul rag and bone shop.

Come in.

Go on then.

Everyone up.

Follow us.

Complusionary cheerleading

at the head of the final.

Pretty much the last place

on earth I wanted to be.

Lyrically these

songs left a little

to be desired but on this day,

lyrics weren't the problem.

It was what was behind them.

This wasn't my team.

Maybe the idea of

getting expelled

began to surface once again.

Honestly, I don't remember.

Sing.

F***ing sing.

Sing.

Sing you little queer.

They wanted me to sing?

I'd sing like a canary.

I had this big piece of

news that I could share

and what was I keeping it for?

There was nothing wrong

with being different,

I knew that and why did

Conor get to be adored

and me bullied when

we were both the same?

Oh I'd tell them,

I'd tell everyone.

Then they'd apologize

and everyone would be

on my side for once.

Finally, Neddie had the conch.

I'll tell you who's gay.

Oh I'll tell you

who's gay alright.

Conor masters is gay.

There it is, folks.

That terrible memory.

Your parents are flying

home from Dubai tonight.

They'll be here first

thing in the morning.

Ned, I'm aware you

haven't had it easy

in this school but

grabbing a megaphone,

disrupting match preparations,

it crosses a line.

Am I expelled?

You'll sleep in the

infirmary tonight.

We'll meet tomorrow

morning at eight A.M.

I expected so much

more from you Ned.

I expected compassion.

Towards a boy who was new,

towards a boy who was

always going to feel

a little different

from the rest of you.

You of all people I thought

could empathize with that.

Go on, leave.

It's funny

how it goes, isn't it?

Now that I'd seemed to

have achieved my goal

of getting expelled,

there was nothing

I wanted more than

to go back to being

a pupil in this school.

Hey Conor.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, yeah course you can.

Although I can't let

you in here, sorry.

Stupid regulations.

Come on, we'll go for a walk.

So, big day tomorrow Conor.

It's the first final

in, how long is it?

Yeah, I can't do.

It's just nerves,

you're a great player

with a great team, you're fine.

It's got nothing

to do with it.

Sir, I saw you with your friend.

You were together.

So you saw me with a

friend, Conor, so what?

Look, I know it's hard.

I know.

But it gets better, trust me.

When I'm older.

Yeah, when you're older.

Sad fact of life.

So, I'm just

supposed to keep lying?

It's not a lie.

It's not necessarily lying

if you keep something

to yourself.

But if you pretend to

be something you're not

then that's a lie.

Sir, I remember the

lesson with Ned,

I remember when

you called him out

for plagiarizing that song.

Don't use a borrowed

voice, you said,

find your own voice,

don't be a sheep.

Sir, you said that lesson

wasn't just for Ned,

you said it was for all of us

so why am I exempt,

why am I different

from everyone else?

Can't be all things

to all men, Conor,

at all times, its not smart.

Why not?

Sometimes you need to

keep things hidden away

to protect yourself.

There will come a

point in the future

when you won't have

to lie anymore.

Trust me.

Will there?

Yeah.

And did you hit that point?

This isn't about me.

It gets better.

It gets better.

That's all I can say to you.

Please believe me, Conor.

How on earth can I even

begin to believe you?

Oh Conor,

Conor.

Jesus Christ,

Conor it's 11:
05.

We take this type of

transgression very seriously.

We'll take the

midterm to consider.

But punishment will be severe.

I appreciate all

of that, thank you.

Tell me though, what

happened to my son's face?

Well we can't get an

answer on that, I'm afraid.

Ned?

Nothing happened.

Something happened.

This is nobody's

fault but my own.

More than anything,

this is about preserving

the ethos of the school.

Sir, sorry.

Wait outside, Victor.

I can't sir.

Conor's gone missing.

He didn't stay in

his bed last night.

He's gone.

Well have you told Pascal?

I mean, Mr. O'keefe.

No, I thought I'd

come to you first.

Well tell Mr. O'keefe I wanna

see him here immediately.

Go on.

Yes sir.

Sir, Mr. curly

wants to see you.

Victor, I thought

you were supposed

to be Victor and Conor.

Where's Conor?

Sir, there was an

incident yesterday.

Conor, he's gone missing.

What do you mean

missing, Victor?

Walter wants to

see you, sir, now.

Walter wants to see me?

Of course this has

to happen today.

Thank you Victor.

Hey Pascal, good luck today.

You okay?

Is your delight Sherry?

Over the f***ing moon, yeah?

What?

Conor masters, huh?

Missing on the day of the final.

- Missing?

- Missing, yes.

What part of missing

don't you understand?

When we get back, can I

please jump out in town?

I really need to do something?

You must be kidding.

Look dad, I know

I'm in trouble

but I wouldn't ask if it

wasn't absolutely vital.

Not only are you

not jumping out, Ned,

you are massively,

unbelievably grounded

until we can figure out

what to do with you.

Dan.

I suppose you heard

about Conor masters.

Yeah.

His parents don't

know where he is.

Well, I've notified

the coach anyways, so.

And we have an untested

player in out-half.

I mean, Wallace is a pest.

Oh who cares about the

f***ing rugby Walter?

Some boys don't play rugby.

What about those boys?

Ned, Ned!

F***.

Conor was always running.

I couldn't understand it.

But now I finally got it.

You have to know that you're

running in the right direction.

Men.

You might be wondering

where our out-half is.

Earlier, as you know, I was

called to Mr. curly's office

and informed that the boy

had some kind of breakdown

and has gone missing.

Today of all days, I know.

I don't know if you're aware

of the rumors swirling around.

But it transpires that

he was dealing with,

serious personal issues.

But he's missing today,

and I wanna tell you this,

we are way better

off without him.

I mean, we all have

personal issues

but look around you,

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