Bridgend

I don't remember this.

It hasn't changed much.

Look out for number 42.

Okay.

Nonetheless we find ourselves gathered here today

and we must ask ourselves why.

Why have we lost another vibrant young man

who had the whole of his life ahead of him?

Why are the youngsters so troubled in our community?

To find comfort in these difficult times,

we must turn towards God.

There it is.

Big house.

Here we go.

No.

Should I get out and like guide you?

Yeah.

Back, back.

Easy, Snowy.

Easy.

Hey, hey.

Get down.

You gonna carry me over the threshold?

Oh, Sara, get down, you're gonna break my back.

Get down, get down.

I need a big painting.

Ah, we'll be out of here in no time.

We'll be all right, Dad.

I'm gonna have a look upstairs.

Fuck off.

Don't fucking look at me.

Put your fucking cover on.

Get the fuck off.

Who do you think you fucking are

coming into our place?

It's built on repetition and not merely at the title.

Once the meaning of the first line is grasped

the entire poem is understood.

Each of the intervening lines is simply another way of...

I'm Angus.

Sara.

Angus.

Her name is Sara.

Hiya.

Hi.

I'm Laurel.

Hi, I'm Sara.

You the copper's daughter?

Yeah.

My dad owns the petrol station.

Okay.

It's yours?

Yeah.

What's his name?

Snowy.

Have you been to the lake yet?

You've got to see it.

I'm going there now to meet the others.

You coming?

I've got to go home.

Copper won't let you?

Coming?

Did you have a boyfriend?

No.

Like you need one.

Why is that funny?

It's no.

Here she is.

Hi, I'm Sara.

I'm Thomas.

How's it going, all right?

Yeah.

Do you like it here?

Yeah.

I remember you from when you were little.

You do?

You and your old man.

Day of the pig.

Pig?

Copper.

Look after this girl, will you?

All right, boys and girls.

Who's going in the fucking lake then?

Hold this, love.

Here we fucking are!

Smile.

Sara, Sara come on, come in!

Thanks, I'm Jamie.

Do you want to come out with us on Saturday night?

Just down to like the pub.

Thomas will be there and stuff.

Yeah?

It's like a gropey club.

They've gone there for years.

I'd like to see it.

My granddad used to go there.

He was a miner and a rugby player.

I think everyone had seep back then.

Mark!

Mark!

Wait up.

Sara, come on.

No, I'm gonna go home.

Come on, it's okay, he's our friend.

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm gonna go.

I'll see you later.

They do it publicly, lean into death.

No suicide notes.

This is from the past six months.

From when they were found in the forest.

Mark!

They mostly do it there.

Mark was number 23.

They burnt their school down.

And they attacked the reporters that came to see 'em.

Oh, they're crazy in the head.

I understand it was you who found your son Mark.

Hanging on his bedroom door.

What route?

It's in Monty.

The dog.

Why would anybody want to do that?

Hanging on his bedroom door.

So the only connection seems to be

that they've been found by their parents.

Who are these?

Kids from the valley.

Just give us ten minutes.

Okay so what's the word on the street?

Well some say it's the water or the mobile mast.

Others that it's the Internet.

And we monitor some chat rooms.

They use names like Maddock, Lonewolf, and Wildkid.

We didn't find anything their either.

Any tip offs?

Oh, plenty.

We have them every day.

People saying this and that.

There was a rumor of murder.

But that's nonsense.

Others claim that several youngsters arranged it.

But it's all nonsense if you ask me.

Okay now.

I'll get the spare tire.

- Hi. - Hi, love.

Wow, looks delicious.

You all right?

Any news from school?

Come on Dad, please drink it.

You wearing makeup?

Yeah, is it too much?

Think I got too much mascara on, is it okay?

No, I just think we just might need a little bit

or a couple of socks in there.

Thank you.

Hey!

Baby boy.

- All right, darling? - Yeah.

Angus'll take you home, all right?

You owe me, love.

Aren't you coming, then?

Come on, Thomas.

Keep my mom, all right?

Tommy.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Huh, huh?

Can't any more.

You're not fucking leaving, Tom.

You stay here, all right?

It's okay.

We'll stay here like we always do, all right?

You fucking fucked up.

Tommy.

Who loved to you?

What's that?

No, he's not, no, he's not.

Mark is fucking you, all right?

Mark's here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mark is always here, we're all here, okay?

Let's take a fucking piss, come on.

Hey.

It's getting boring here.

We're gonna go to my place.

Your dad's here.

Hey.

Are you drunk?

Who is that, you want to say goodbye?

Who is it?

Ben.

Come on, tell me love.

Laurel and Thomas.

Yeah, and the ones behind?

Jamie, Danny.

Okay.

Sara?

Goodnight, Dad.

You okay?

Yeah.