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And I'm gonna make a choice. I am.

When?

Soon. Honest.

- I've got something to tell you. - Me too. I got you a present.

He fell on the floor, Jal.

There was blood in his ear.

I didn't know what to do.

I love you too.

It's a secret.

Don't tell Jal.

You said you knew about it because of the hereditary aspect.

The brother.

The brother died of the same thing.

CASSIE

"I know I was all right on Friday when I got up.

"If anything I was feeling more stolid than usual.

"When I went out to the kitchen to get breakfast

"Ainsley was there, moping.

"She said she had been to a bad party the night before.

"After the first minute I was surprised to find my feet moving,

"wondering how they had begun.

"But I didn't stop.

"The rest of them were so astonished...

Hello? No, he doesn't like grapes.

For fuck's sake, don't neck them all, you tit.

Pass me a grape, Anwar.

Hey, mate. Do you want some spliff?

"'I think I ought to tell you something', she said softly.

"His dark eyes opened and looked up at her vacantly.

"'That's your problem then', he said.

"'At last I know what I really want to be.

"She pulled her face away and gazed down at him.

"His eyes were closed. He was gazing serenely at the ceiling.

"I took a quick drink of water.

"I couldn't imagine Ainsley making a miscalculation.

"Being a person is too complicated. I don't believe you.

"She wasn't smiling.

"'Why are you so interested in me, Miss?

"'Oh, they're immortal',

"she said quietly.

"'It's only a cake.'"

Where's Jal?

She was here, Chris.

Yeah? When?

You were sleepy.

Yeah?

Hey, what happened to my grapes?

Anwar ate them.

Yeah, well, he's a bloody grapist.

Feels funny, this.

Funny?

Yeah, Cass. I think you'd feel quite funny

if they'd stuck a tube up from your balls to your brain.

Jal knows how to change the, um...

thing.

She went to her call-back at music college.

Right.

I didn't watch, did I, when they were doing it.

Maybe you should have stayed in hospital, Chris.

Nah, bollocks.

Had to get home, didn't I?

Chris, are you allowed spliff?

Allowed? What are you talking about?

- You were dead. - Mmm. Yup.

Properly dead. Three minutes.

If you can survive that, a couple of doobies can't hurt.

You want me to take a look?

Cassie, I've got a hole right by my balls.

Well, an extra hole...

I've seen your balls so many times I've lost count.

- Like when? - Like when you were using them

to impersonate Mick Hucknall from Simply Red.

You've gotta admit, that resemblance is uncanny.

Come on.

Let me look.

We'll fix you up in no time.

Boxers, Chris.

Looks fine.

Of course, but, er...

what about the wound?

Tell me about Jal at the hospital again.

She sat beside you the whole time.

The whole time. Never left me.

She never left you.

What, not even to go for a wazz?

No, Chris. She had to go for a waz.

Yeah.

Yeah, she loves me.

Yup.

Love conquers all, do you know that?

I bet it even conquers a genetically acquired subarachnoid haemorrhage.

That would be good.

I should have told her.

When my brother died they said that forewarned was forearmed.

If I got into trouble they could fix it.

So why didn't you tell anyone?

- I told you didn't I? - Jal, Chris.

Well, I took blood pressure pills. They said that'd stop it.

- You took lots of other pills too. - I like pills, OK?

Never thought it would actually happen.

There's lots of things you never think will happen.

Like that, Chris!

Hello, old friend...

It's all right. I'm glad it... works.

Goodbye, old friend.

Um, do we... Do we tell Jal about the...

about the donger? Or is that a secret?

You shouldn't have secrets, Chris.

- Neither of you should. - Right.

Because we love each other.

Because you love each other.

Sleeping.

You're not ill and hiding it from me, are you, Sid?

No.

I'm stupid and hiding it from you.

Do you mind?

No.

Also I've got a nasty boil on my bum

and I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

Too late.

That's not nice.

No.

Going to my exam.

Is Jal here?

No.

Who's looking after Chris?

You are.

Right.

What do I do?

Oh, just change his dressing.

He's still a bit confused so he'll probably think that I already

changed it today, but just ignore that.

Right. Where is this dressing?

Oh, he'll show you. Don't let him do it himself, no matter what he says.

It's much better if somebody else...

handles it.

All right.

OK. What do you have to say to me?

Um... I'm sorry I'm such a tit?

No.

My life never made sense to me until I met you.

No.

I never really loved Michelle and it was all a terrible mistake

and I must have misheard her when she said that I was the best lay ever

and she really, really wasn't that great in bed.

No.

Good luck in your exam.

Thanks.

What do you have to say to me?

I'll love you forever, Sid.

You will?

Yes.

That's the problem.

You may turn over your papers.

Chris?

- You all right, Sid? - Yeah.

Yeah. I thought you were...

I gotta change your dressing.

Oh, no. It's fine. Cassie did it earlier.

Course she has.

Sid?

- Yeah, just let me handle it. - No fucking way. I'll smack you.

- I'm just trying to help you... - I've told him. He's not listening.

He's not listening to me. Here we go.

You're gonna love this.

Cassie?

Yes?

You're 43 minutes into a two-hour philosophy A level paper

and I'm pretty sure you haven't written anything yet.

No.

Cassie...

Everybody else has finished exams and started their holidays.

Here I am running a re-scheduled exam especially for you.

So, are you going to write anything?

I'm not sure.

What about?

How long I can put off starting to write and still get an A.

Is it possible to truly enjoy power?

Sorry?

It's question three.

I'm not supposed to help you with your exam.

I stopped eating and then everyone had to do what I said.

That was powerful.

And did you enjoy that?

I think it was the happiest time of my life.

But I had to stop before I died, because...

... otherwise it wasn't fun.

You wouldn't understand.

You're wrong, Cassie.

Did you cut yourself too?

People will do anything to...

People will do anything to work out why they feel bad, won't they?

And did you?

Work it out?

Like I said,

I'm not supposed to help you with your exam.

I want you to tell me!

What?

How to stop bad things happening.

Doesn't work, does it?