We Are Monster

(KEYS JINGLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

He's had an accident.

(ALARM BLARING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MUFFLED) Drop it!

Drop it now!

On your knees,

hands behind your head!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

ALTER EGO:
You done it, lad,

done us proud.

Now you're a monster.

A proper monster.

(CELL DOOR BUZZING)

(DOOR OPENS)

New arrival from Kingfisher.

Robert Stewart.

We're almost at capacity here,

they're trying to give us all

nervous breakdowns or what?

He's asking for trouble...

Thought so.

Back with us again.

Had him before when he was

here for his court case.

Says here he's only in

for harassment

of a chat-line operator

this time.

Not much in the way of a security

file or medical records.

Looks like he's gonna

be a lot of fun, though.

Sound of body,

if not of mind, eh?

We've got a prisoner,

Robert Stewart.

How many cells

we got with a space?

Any singles?

No singles.

What about cell 38?

He'd be sharing with Mubarek.

Mubarek?

Asian lad. He's out

in a few weeks.

No trouble. He's all right.

Right.

All right, cell 38 it is, then.

I'm sure they'll become

fast friends in no time.

Should be a bit of a laugh, eh?

Okay lads, take him through.

Right, Stewart, follow me.

(DOOR BUZZING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(EXCLAIMING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Come in, Stewart.

(SNICKERING)

You all right?

Zahid.

What you in here for, man?

Not in for nothing, mate.

I'm in here for nicking

razor blades, man.

Joke's that I'm even in here.

Well, I'll be out in

six weeks, at least.

You've been inside before, bruv?

Take that as a yes, man.

You know...

Don't have to talk if you

don't want to, you know.

It's not a thing.

No problem, bruv.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

ALTER EGO:
All right, lad?

(GROANING)

ALTER EGO:
They ain't got

a clue about you, have they?

Thought you'd done one.

Me? (SCOFFS)

No, I'm never gone.

Not when you need me most.

Clueless, aren't they?

No medical, no security files,

no discharge reports.

F***ing useless, right?

Yeah. F***ing useless too,

right, mate.

But don't worry,

I'll look after ya,

'cause you're all alone now,

aren't you?

We're gonna show you how

to become a monster.

'Cause you ain't

a monster yet, are ya?

No.

But you want to be

a monster though, right?

Let me tell you something.

We're gonna make you one.

Because it's us

against them out there.

The f***ing Pakis

and the n*ggers,

the do-gooders and all

those darkie-loving c*nts!

Yeah. Tell me more.

That's what I've been saying,

no one's been listening to me.

Oh, I will, lad.

I'm gonna show you the world

for what it really is.

'Cause only now are you ready

to reach your potential.

These f***ing parasites

and their n*gger-loving c*nts

have f***ed everything for us.

The teachers we had,

the psychiatrists we saw,

the filth.

And don't forget our dear

old mum and dad, eh?

They been f***ing ya

from the day you were born.

They all have.

Yeah.

They all been out to get me.

I been there with you

the whole time,

I seen it.

I seen it all.

I don't remember.

I just hate them...

I hate them all.

I remember,

don't you worry.

I was there, weren't I?

Dad were nasty to us,

hitting us,

threatened our mum, too.

You remember this, don't ya?

(OFF-KEY MUSIC PLAYING)

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNORING)

(WHISTLING)

ALTER EGO:

Dad was scary, right?

(TOY BREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(ALTER EGO LAUGHING)

Look at that brother

of ours hiding.

He was a f***ing wimp,

our Ian was.

We was all wimps.

Pathetic.

Crying and whining.

MOTHER:
What's wrong with you?

I f***ing saw you...

Chatting to that darkie

from your work...

God's sake, it were nothing...

F***ing darkie was touching you!

- You some sort of slut?

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Putting it out to darkies now,

are ya?

- (SLAPPING)

- FATHER:
Sh*t!

(BOYS SOBBING)

Shut it, you little rats!

(FATHER WHIPPING)

(BOYS SOBBING)

(WHIPPING CONTINUES)

F***ing c*nt.

ALTER EGO:
That's it.

You're getting it.

We'll show 'em.

But we got some

educating to do first.

Need to show you everything.

Take a seat.

Here.

What is it?

Our mum...

She did nowt.

Yeah.

F***in' nowt.

Never did nothing

for us, did she?

As bad as Dad, she was.

You see her? Our mum?

MOTHER:
I'll send you away,

be done with you.

Wetting the bed,

for f***'s sake!

At your age!

You dirty, little sh*t!

A right f***ing picture of

love and tenderness, eh?

Done it again, has he?

I'll f***ing do ya,

teach you not

to ever wet your bed.

You hear me, you little sh*t?

FATHER:
I'll f*** you up.

(VOICE ECHOING) Yeah?

How 'bout this?

(FATHER SLAPPING)

(GRUNTING)

(FATHER SHOUTING)

What was it that psychiatrist

said about her?

Don't remember.

No.

You mean, you don't

want to remember.

We've spoken before about your mummy,

haven't we, Robert?

Do you feel happy when

you're with your mum?

(PLAYING WITH TOY)

Robert?

Robert?

Yeah, better that way.

For now.

You ain't ready.

It's just me

and you.

No, I don't need no one.

I survived by myself, didn't I?

What, like you did in Hindley

once Trav got done?

Do me a f***ing favor...

That were us, you know.

And were all our fault.

Were it?

Let me show you, lad.

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

AVERILL:
F*** are

you looking at?

F***ing looking, eh?

ALTER EGO:
Look at Averill.

That dirty f***ing n*gger.

(ARGUING)

ALTER EGO:
You goaded him,

didn't you?

You pushed him into it.

You gave him that blade.

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

(STABBING)

You wanted him to bleed,

Averill, didn't you?

Yeah, I f***ing did.

Averill were f***ing

bullying us, weren't he?

Good. Now that is

what I want to hear.

And no more of all that

attention-seeking shite.

Like trying to harm yourself.

(TSK-TSKING)

That's what you thought

we wanted.

But it weren't, were it?

No.

You and Travis,

swallowing nasty stuff,

screws, soap...

Cutting yourselves.

TRAVIS:
What are you doing?

Eh?

Brought you out, lad.

Feels good.

Feels real good.

I know.

Pain.

It's nice.

We could do this

proper, you know.

Do it together, like.

Like, show them some blood?

Get let out of here for a bit?

They'd send us to hospital.

Yeah, they might.

Could be good for our case, too.

F*** knows. Eh?

It'd mean a f***ing break

from here, though.

You up for it, lad, eh?

Oh, I'm up for it.

Don't you worry.

When he turns, all right?

(GROANING)

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

(LAUGHING)

It's driving me nuts in here.

Can't take much more.

I'm gonna snap.

Reminds me how

I felt in Hindley.

They all think I'm mad.

No, we'll f***ing show 'em

what madness is, eh, lad?

Or are we going mad?

Or are we already?

F***ing place is

driving me nuts, too.

- Whoo!

- Shh.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

People make us mad, though.

Like that slut

off the chat line.

Oh, we freaked her out

though, didn't we?

(STEAM BLOWING)

Now bend over.

(ROBERT SPEAKING ON PHONE)

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