Tormented

How should we remember

Darren Mullet?

To his parents he was a beloved son.

To his teachers he was a fine student,

bright and eager to learn.

But to the majority of us he was a friend.

- Bullshit! You f***ing hypocrite!

- How dare you? Get him out of here!

You weren't Darren's friends! He didn't

have any! That's why he killed himself!

You killed him!

All of you, you murdered him!

- Agh!

- You're not all the bloody ticket, you.

There's people in there crying. Upset.

Show some respect!

I hope you all rot in hell!

# I'm not afraid to let you kill me

# I know no other way

to fill your hollow bones

# I fade into the shadow with you

# I know

# So dead in love, so dead in love

# Did you hear my heart stop beating?

# Guess it's never enough

No, it's never enough

# Until my heart stops beating

# So dead in love

# So dead in love, so dead in love

# Did you hear my heart stop beating? #

Get in.

The Dick's giving us the afternoon off.

- Gotta love the Dick.

- Oh, yes.

Woo-oo. Woo-oo.

Death is so erogenous.

I wish I was dead.

- Party at Bradley's tonight.

- Hmm.

- You got a problem?

- I think suicide is so beautiful.

Not the way Mullet did it.

You got to slash your wrists.

That boy hanged himself.

How can that be an excuse for a party?

Oh, don't worry, sweetie.

No one was going to invite you.

OK, guys.

I'm going to ask Justine to the party.

Lexy, just 'cause she's Head Girl,

it doesn't mean she gives the best head.

- Oh.

- Yeah?

- Well, I think she's interesting, so...

- Interesting?

- What, you want to give me a kiss?

- No.

No?

- Didn't you used to be friends with him?

- My mother knew his mother.

It was embarrassing.

Your parents think because they have

something in common with someone,

you have to have something

in common with their brats.

I f***ing hate that. F***ing hate it.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, who is that?

That's Jason Banks.

He was a friend of Darren Mullet.

- Hey, Justine. Great speech.

- Oh, I didn't think I did him justice.

I haven't got anything

in common with anyone.

- Nor do I.

- I don't either.

- Nor do I.

- Nothing.

- Not a thing in common with anyone.

- Yeah, I said it first.

I think she's quite nice.

Sophie, you think everyone's nice.

The girl's a frigid, kiss-arse b*tch.

So a few of us are going

to Bradley's later for a party.

Inappropriate.

She smells really nice.

Why have you started smelling

Justine Fielding?

Why have you started smelling her?

- What? You smell nice.

- Oh, thank you.

- You smell like cabbage.

- What?

- F***ing cabbage?

- Yeah.

Come on, fun will be had.

She's coming to my house

to watch 'Atonement'.

You could do that tomorrow night.

Or next week. Or never.

- Rah!

- I didn't use lube!

And you won't really know anyone.

Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.

Bradley, Bradley.

I think I can hear a whining noise.

No whining noise. Word is there's going

to be a bit of a party at yours later.

Dude, we're at a funeral.

Show some f***ing respect.

What the f***?

The digits.

If anything goes wrong,

I'm on speed dial.

Helena, I wouldn't mind

having some fun for once in my life.

Well.

We have fun.

# If you don't wanna be my best friend

then why am I still in your bed?

# If you can't stand the way I talk

then why am I still here?

# If we can't work it out then how about

getting your stuff and movin' out?

# If we can't be lovers again

# If I don't give you anything

then why are you still hanging on?

# Why are you still hanging on?

Why are you still hanging on?

# If you can't see I'm everything

I'm everything you'll ever need

# You must be out of your head

# I don't know what planet you're on

but I wanna be on it with you

# I don't know where you get off

# I don't know what planet you're on

but I wanna be on it with you

# I wanna be on it with you...

Look like someone

discovered Primark, then?

# If you don't wanna be my best friend

then why am I still in your bed?

# If you can't stand the way I...

Oi, oi, oi, oi. Check this, check this!

uWe got the motherfucking 5- 0 in the crib!/u

Oh! Listen, listen, I'm going to get

old school here for a minute.

# H to the E to the A to the D

# I look with my eyes

Can't believe what I see

# I'm a lyrical gangster

I rap till I choke

# Head Girl here

Can't you see that's a joke? #

- What you saying, blud?

- I invited her, yeah?

Chill out, blud.

What's your problem, bro?

- Have we got a problem, huh?

- No, listen, it's all good.

- Hey, where are you going?

- I knew I shouldn't have come.

Yeah, screw the party.

If we hurry round to Helena's,

we can still catch the movie.

- Have you been upsetting my guests?

- Nah, bro, I was joking. You get me?

- Don't play with the b*obs.

- I ain't your f***ing bro.

Listen, you lot need to chill out.

It's Darren Mullet's leaving do.

The fat twat is dead.

You gotta drink to that.

You get me? Give me some.

Why the f***

would you even say that sh*t to me?

- Bradley, mate, it's me.

- Sort him out.

Mate, come on.

Bradley, it's me, it's Jeremy.

- Come on. Come on, man.

- Shh. Suck my titties!

- Alex, nobody wants me here.

- I do.

F*** you.

And f*** Darren Mullet as well!

Come on.

# I wanna be on it with you

I wanna be on it with you

# Oh, yeah #

So beautiful.

Keira's going to win the Oscar this year.

Let's watch it again,

with the commentary off this time.

Is there somewhere quiet we can go?

I can't hear you.

Is there somewhere quieter we can go?

- Yeah, yeah, we can go upstairs.

- OK.

OK, good.

Um... this...

...this is Bradley's room. Obviously.

I'm sorry about the artwork.

This probably isn't

how you imagined our first date, but...

Oh, this is a date now?

Yeah, that was the basis

I was working on.

It's a pretty cheap date, Alex.

Yeah, but technically it still qualifies.

We're OK?

- We're not OK.

- We're OK.

Well, if this is a date,

then it does mean at some point

we're going to have to do some kissing.

You know, they're the rules,

I'm as annoyed about it as you are.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And will that be happening

any time soon?

Die, you f***er!

F***ing change weapon.

- Hang on.

- What is it, babes?

Oh, it'll only be Alexis

asking for more muscle

to prise the princess's knees apart.

It's from Mullet.

- Shut up. It's not funny.

- I'm not joking. It's his number.

Well, it'll only be his little friend.

You know, Jizzum Wanks.

You mean Jason Banks?

Oh, isn't... isn't that what I said?

- He says I'm a f***ing b*tch.

- Obviously knows you, then.

Piss off, Bradley.

Oh, my God.

He says I'm a filthy slag.

'You're a batty boy. '

' You're a batty boy. '

- OK, joke's over.

- 'You're... '

All right, Jizzum Wanks,

you creepy little twat,

tomorrow at school I'm going to

make kebabs out of your nads.

Sweet dreams.

- What did he say?

- Nothing, but I could hear him breathing.

Sorry.

' I'm going to kill you.

' I'm going to kill you.

' I'm going to kill you. '

Someone could walk in on us.

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