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Hi, Rick.

Hi, Skunk.

That looks good.

Oh, um. . .

Yeah, you have to do the water first. . . Um. . .

And then the suds and then the water again,

um, to like. . .

rinse it.

ls it hard?

Oh, it's. . . it's really hard.

But l. . . l like it. . . l like it when something's clean

'cause you, you see it dirty and then you clean it,

and then it's. . . (stutters) . . .clean and you wash it

and it's clean and then it's done. (chuckles)

Cool. l'll see you later, yeah?

See you.

Hi, Mr Oswald.

Hello, darling.

Ah!

No! No!

Rick.

Are you okay, Rick?

-(Mrs Buckley) Rick? Rick! -(whimpers)

Dave! Dave!

Skunk, go home! Go back into your house.

lt was Mr Oswald.

Oh, my God. Oh, my. . .

Dave!

My baby. My. . .

Jed.

-(police chatter on radio) -Can l come with you?

Can l come in the same car?

-Would that be okay, if l come with him? - l'm afraid not.

You're more than welcome to. . .

We'll, um, drive down behind.

l don't get it. Why is Rick the one they arrest?

-(engine starts) -(Skunk) l don't know.

Fucking give it to me! Dad, fuck off! No.

-(Sunrise shouts indistinctly) -(Bob) Thank you. Come on, everyone.

Dad! What are you doing?

Shut up!

Shut up! You're too fat to sing.

Shut up.

-(Saskia) Susan? -Yeah?

-Are you in my fucking room? -No.

What the fuck is this?

-Who have you been having sex with? -l haven't!

l didn't even know what it was!

Oh, don't give me that bullshit. Where did you get it?

-l stole it. -Bullshit. Stole it from who?

-l ain't. . . -Huh? l taught. . .

Didn't l teach you?

-What? -Keep your fucking legs shut.

Give me his name. Give me his fucking name!

Right. (mutters) Here you. . .

No, Dad ! Not the telly.

l will !

Give him his name, you stupid fucking twat!

What the hell are you looking at?

You dirty perv.

Rick Buckley.

Rick Buckley?

He forced himself on you, didn't he?

No, no, we, we. . .

-Jesus Christ. The animal. -Dad.

The dirty, retarded fucking animal.

-Hi, Mr Oswald. -Hello, darling.

Ah!

-Hello, Mr Oswald. -l want to report a rape.

All right. You can put your clothes back on.

You are a fucking prick!

-You do your fucking job! -(policeman) You talk to me like that. . .

-This fucking rapist. . . -Just calm. . .

-. . . needs to be put behind bars! -Calm down, Mr. . .

Your daughter has not been raped.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Your daughter's a virgin, Mr Oswald.

She's never had intercourse.

-'Course she fucking has! She's. . . -Dad. Dad, she's right.

lt never happened.

Susan.

-l only said it did because. . . -Susan. . .

You wouldn't believe what l told you and l didn't want you

-to smash up the telly. -Susan, Susan, Susan. Susan.

All right, you don't have to be afraid.

-Mr Oswald. . . -Shut up.

-Mr Oswald. . . -Shut up!

Of them. Of him.

You don't have to be afraid.

Do you want to press charges, Mr Buckley, against Mr Oswald?

l want to go home.

They should all be put in a home.

-(Mr Buckley) They should. -Him in a jail.

Are you all right, love?

Bloody animals.

-(sighs) -(Archie) How are your IeveIs?

Good.

How was your day?

He hit him really hard, Dad.

So l heard.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Do you want me to stay with you till you fall asleep?

That's okay.

-Can l have my hand back? -Yeah. (chuckles)

-Good night, love. -Night.

-Where the hell did l put my glasses? -Red sofa.

Oh, right.

-(Kasia) Archie. - Yeah.

lt's Tuesday. My wages.

Oh, crap. Um, can l pay you tonight?

-l won't forget, l promise. -Yeah.

-Ooh. Early riser. -(Jed) What time is it?

lt's ten past eight.

Oh, l thought it was like eleven or something.

Where do you think you're going?

To lie down.

No, you're not. Get back in here. Get your breakfast.

-(Skunk) Bye, Dad. -Yeah, bye, love.

All right?

Scrambled egg?

Do we not have anything better?

We have scrambled egg.

What?

Nothing. l'll be out in the back.

-(rattling) -(Jed) What?

l'm just saying, cancer and all. You'll catch it.

Yeah, well, you make your choices, don't you?

So annoying.

lt's gonna be great.

Mm-hm.

-A secret room. -Come on.

Not a room. A camp.

A base.

A lair.

What?

Nothing.

A lair.

-Quick, take my picture. -What?

-Take my picture in front of it. -Christ.

Come on !

Hi.

l'm sorry.

No, no. Stop.

No.

Gross.

Nice move.

Stop, stop.

Hi, guys.

Come on. Look, this is a six. That's cheating.

What? Stop doing that. This is a nine. Come on.

Mike. Yeah?

When you're a teacher. . . Blue.

. . .will you still bring us treats and stuff?

Uh, no. That's all gonna have to end, Skunk.

Really?

Well, you see, the relationship between student and teacher

-is by its nature. . . -(Jed) You won't be our teacher.

-Well, you never know, Jed. -Mike.

-By nature is what? -Well, it's adversarial.

-What does that mean? -(whispers) Go.

Well, it means that it'll be my job to see you as the enemy.

-He's full of shit. -Somebody only worthy of my contempt.

-(Kasia) Mike! -And you'll begin to see me

-that way too. -Mike!

-Whose go is it? -(all) Yours.

Okay.

-l won't ever see you that way, Mike. -(Jed, sarcasticaIIy) Aw.

-lt's 'cause you're in love with him. -No, l'm not!

Guys, guys.

ln my experience, the person who brings up the subject of love

is more often than not the person who is in love.

-Really? -Shut up.

-You're blushing, Jed. -(laughing)

What about you two? Are you in love?

Mike and l? Of course.

Then why aren't you married yet?

That's the question.

-(snapping) -(beeping)

All good? Uh-huh.

-Night. -Night.