Jasper Jones

Careful. You're dripping juice on Spider-Man.

The thing about Spider-Man -

- is that he'd be useless in a place like Corrigan.

How do you mean?

There's nothing for him to swing in between here.

He needs an urban environment.

That's why Superman is the greatest superhero.

He's all-terrain.

Superman? He's the worst superhero.

Excuse me?

Superman is boring. He's invulnerable.

That's why they invented kryptonite, so he has some kind of weakness.

Batman, he's the best superhero.

Because, well, he's just a guy like me or you.

He doesn't have any superpowers. He's not superhuman.

He has a cape and a mask and arch-enemies.

He's a superhero, no question.

You're not listening, Chuck.

Batman does not possess superpowers.

Therefore he's not super.

You've lost your mind. Batman is a master of martial arts.

He's a detective. He's an inventor.

And given that "super" only means "greater than normal", -

- by that definition, Batman can only be described as a superhero.

You still here, Jeffrey?

Go home, or your parents will think we've stolen you.

I was about to leave in disgust.

You have a very irritating son, Mrs Bucktin.

Why, thank you, Jeffrey.

He's been spitting pips all over your tablecloth.

Oh, you little bugger!

Oh, Charlie!

Courage is resistance to fear, -

mastery of fear, not absence of fear.

Bed.

Merry Christmas.

Goodnight.

Charlie. Charlie.

It's Jasper.

- Who? - Jasper Jones.

What are you doing here?

I need your help.

Me? Why me?

Come with me. I'll show you.

Where?

Hurry up, Charlie. We've got to go.

I'm right. Didn't hurt.

Come on. Follow me.

Why would Jasper Jones ask for my help?

He's never even spoken to me before.

Jasper! Where are we going?

People in town say he's dangerous.

But I've always wondered what he's really like.

I don't know where he's taking me.

Or why I followed him.

And I don't know how I'm gonna find my way back home.

I can trust you.

- Right, Charlie? - Trust me with what?

Shh! Shh! Shh!

I didn't do it! I swear I didn't do it.

I found her. I found her here tonight.

Charlie, I need your help.

Help me.

Who is it?

It's Laura.

Wishart?

Eliza's sister?

Yeah.

I shouldn't be here. We have to tell the police.

No. No, we can't.

Why not?

Because they'll see that she's been knocked around.

That this is my place.

That that's my rope!

They're gonna say it's me.

Jasper, they're the police. They won't.

Won't they?

Who'd you blame first?

Who did you blame first?!

I can't tell them the truth.

This is Corrigan.

Nobody will believe me.

But I thought you might.

'Cause you're an outsider like me.

And you're smart.

Please, Charlie.

Help me.

I think I know who did it.

Who?

Mad Jack Lionel.

What, you think?

Been walking past his place for years.

Sometimes I hear him calling out my name. Waving like a lunatic.

He's seen me with Laura too.

What are you doing?

We have to hide her.

Jasper, we're not detectives. We can't just solve this on our own.

We don't have a choice.

You think I want this?

Nobody can know.

Nobody.

Not until we find out who did this.

Help me.

She's still warm.

Please, Charlie.

Grab the rock.

Charlie?

Charlie!

Charlie!

- I'm up! I'm awake! - Get up, or the bin gets your breakfast!

As the Apollo 12 astronauts -

head back to earth from the moon...

You alright, Charlie?

You feeling a bit crook?

Charlie?

I'm fine.

What happened to your face?

I cut myself.

Sleeping?

- Looks like a shaving cut. - Don't be ridiculous.

Is that what happened?

Leave him. He's embarrassed.

I'll teach you how to do that properly later, mate.

The boy's growing up, Ruthie.

Well, if you're not eating, I suggest you head over to Jeffrey's.

He's been around three times already this morning.

You know what I don't understand?

Mermaids.

Chuck!

- Chuck! - What?!

Mermaids. Why are they considered so sexy?

What are you talking about?

It's because of their... their...

Their boobies?

Sure, but they're half a fish.

You can deep-fry the lower part of their body -

and that would be delicious.

OK, hypothetical time.

Would you rather have a magnetic head or fart out of your mouth?

Chuck?

Chuck!

Try this one.

Would you rather have a hat made of spiders -

or have penises for fingers?

So you're choosing the penis fingers, then?

I'm avoiding the question entirely.

It's too stupid even by your standards.

- I've got the bat, man. - Nice line there, son.

Jeffrey, don't take the new ball.

No worries, Chuck.

Yeah, good line. Just need to work on the length.

Pitch it up. Pitch it up to him.

Watch the footwork there!

Eye on the ball!

- Oh, fuck off, Cong! - Oh, shit.

Give it here.

Yeah, cheers, Cong. I'll have that.

Actually, no, you can have it.

No, Cong, just take it.

Cong, I'm giving it to you.

Actually, you know what? You can have my shit ball.

Good on you!

- Yeah, Warwick! - God, he's hopeless.

Why does he always show up here?

Why are we at Mad Jack Lionel's?

Well, you think it's true?

What?

That he murdered someone?

Of course it is. Everybody knows.

Knows what?

He came back from the war deranged.

He got addicted to killing.

And that's why he worked at the abattoir.

That's where it all happened.

What happened?

They reckon that he shot a woman and dragged her back there.

They said that he hung her up and bled her out.

- Hung her up? - That's what they say.

How... how do I not know this?

'Cause you're an idiot.

Come on!

Ward Austin!

Jackie Weaver...

You will find out on Personality Squares!

Find out what you can.

And don't say anything to anyone.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oh, hello, Maureen.

Yeah, yeah, we are, but it's fine.

No. No, I haven't.

Oh, my goodness. Really?

Oh. That's awful.

Well, I mean... Gwen must be beside herself.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

No. No, I appreciate the call. Yeah, thank you, Maureen.

Yes, I will.

OK. Bye.

Charlie?

- Could you knock? - If you go to Jeffrey's tomorrow,

I want you to stay on the street so I can see you.