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Pure Scum (2025)

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Pure Scum (2025)

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- All right.

Here's your f*cking

barbecue sauce HSP.

- Good lad.

So what's the plan for tonight?

- Well, I reckon

we hit Jacko's for a bit

and probably just

cruise from there.

- Do we have to go

to the party?

- Why?

It's Jacko.

- Who we haven't spoken to

in, like, a year.

- All right, well--

- Over a year.

- All right, I would--

I would at least like

to make an appearance.

Besides, you're making

a f*cking k*lling.

What?

- What?

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I--yeah, it's fine.

Yeah, you're right.

It's worth having a look at.

- You know Amy will be there.

- f*ck off.

- You did f*cking like her,

didn't you?

- Mate, we're--

- I knew it. I knew it.

- Mate, we're talking

ancient history.

- So what?

- She's got a boyfriend now,

I think.

- Who?

- Get this--

Ryan Simmons.

- f*ck off.

- Mm-hmm.

- That f*cking drop kick?

- Yeah.

- Mate, you run rings

around Ryan Simmons.

- You reckon?

- Yeah.

If that's the type

of guy she's into,

you're definitely gonna

get a chance.

- Now, you're keen,

aren't you?

- f*ck off, c**t.

- You are keen.

You know I f*cked her

once, right?

- No, you didn't.

- I did.

A couple of years ago

at a park or something.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, why?

- f*ck. No, you didn't.

- I'm dead serious.

- No, you didn't.

- Yeah, I did.

- Amy?

- Amy.

I'm kidding. Relax.

- No.

- It was just a blowie.

- Jesse.

I'm f*cking with you.

- It's not funny.

- OK.

- Hey, I wanted to talk

to you about something.

All right, so I've been

thinking, and...

- Uh-oh.

- I--yeah, I reckon

that I might--

like, maybe next semester,

I might try to do,

like, a--like,

a uni course part-time.

- OK.

- OK.

Well, yeah, f*ck it.

- Congratulations.

- I don't know, like, I did--

- He's f*cking figured

it all out.

- I did well in--

I did pretty all right in VCE.

So I figured I could probably

get into, like,

Deakin or La Trobe or--

yeah.

- Really?

- I reckon.

- Well, go ahead, mate.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

This is your life.

Piss it away at uni.

I don't give a sh*t.

- Well, no, it's not

pissing it away, like, at all.

- Oh, it is.

Like, it's, like,

three years down the toilet.

- Yeah, I know.

But it's--

- You asked me for my opinion,

so I'm giving it to you.

- Well, I didn't actually.

- What are you gonna study?

- Uh...

probably something

in computers.

- Computers?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I like computers.

Or maybe, like, business.

- Sounds like you've

got it all figured out.

- It's just an idea, Jess.

Don't be such a f*cking a pain.

- Also, why would you need

a business degree when you

are already an entrepreneur?

- I just want something

to fill my days, you know?

- Get a job.

- Just something.

- Get a job.

- No, I don't want a job, Jess.

- Get a job like everyone else.

Ask one of these

f*ck over here.

- No, I don't--

- Hey, Jimmy, are you hiring?

- Jesse, I wasn't asking.

- He just gave me a nod.

- I wasn't asking.

- He gave me a nod.

- I'm gonna do it.

- Go for it, mate.

Go for it.

- Are you gonna be OK?

- f*ck off.

What type of question's that?

Of course I'm gonna be OK.

- I don't know.

- I'm a big f*cking boy.

- I just meant that--

yeah, but, like,

it'll mean we'll be

hanging out less and stuff.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.

- You're gonna

break up with me?

Are you breaking up with me?

- Jesse.

- Please don't.

- Jesse.

- Please, Ayden, please.

f*ck off.

Who gives a f*ck?

OK, finish the rest.

We got to go.

You haven't touched

f*cking anything.

I got the barbecue sauce

on purpose,

and you haven't

touched any of it.

- Yeah, I'm getting there.

- OK, we should go.

- Do you want to finish

talking about this?

Or are we just--

- No, not particularly.

- OK.

- Just finish--take the rest.

We're going in the car.

Come on.

f*ck, mate.

Thanks, Jimmy!

- OK, rolling.

Thank you so much

for agreeing to this.

Thank you for coming

to speak to us today.

- Thank you.

- Uh, we're just gonna ask you

a couple of questions.

Hi, Max.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.

- How come you

decided to come in?

It's just you and me

having a conversation.

It's just you and me.

It's just you and me.

- OK.

- Even though there's all these

cameras around and--

- A lot of cameras.

- Set everything up.

- We'd--we'd like to correct

some of the misinformation

that's been going around.

- Such as?

- What am I doing here?

- You were good friends

with Jesse and Ayden.

- Oh, I mean,

I was friends with Jesse.

"Good friends" would be

a bit of a stretch.

- What was your relationship

like with Ayden?

- Well, we were family friends.

We were quite--

quite close for a bit.

And then we drifted apart

around the start of high school.

- Ayden sort of just

tagged along.

- Well, he was a great kid,

well-behaved.

He really liked school.

Yeah, I mean, just a pleasure

to be around.

- Ayden.

Ayden. Hey.

Hey!

- I'm gonna puke.

- Huh? What?

Oh, my God.

- Come on, we got to go.

- Yeah.

- It'll be OK, huh?

- OK.

- We got to go.

f*ck.

- Can you run?

- I don't know.

- f*ck.

All right,

we're gonna go, mate.

On the count of 3, OK?

- Yeah.

- 3, 2, 1.

- Maria, are you ready to go?

OK, rolling?

OK.

So, Maria, could you tell me

a bit about your daughter?

- Wait, stop.

Stop.

Stop.

I can't breathe.

- Ayden, we need to move!

- I can't breathe.

I can't!

- Get up!

- I can't.

I f*cking can't.

- f*ck, get up!

- I can't.

Just go!

Just go!

I can't breathe.

- f*ck!

- I can't breathe.

God, f*ck it.

Just go.

- Shut the f*ck up.

- Just go.

- Here, here.

Here, this--here, here.

More, more, more.

- You f*cking took it all

at the party.

- f*ck!

I'm gonna jump.

- No, no, no.

Stop it. Stop it.

Shut the f*ck up!

- Is the other guy dead?

Is the other guy dead?

- I don't know.

f*ck, yeah.

- We're f*cked.

We are f*cked.

- You already said that.

You said that.

- Every time I breathe,

it feels like fire.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Your head's bleeding.

- Let's keep running.

- Where?

- I don't know.

I don't f*cking know, Jesse.

- OK, we'll just--

- I mean, to another

f*cking country if we have to!

- Fine.

All right, well, just--

- Far away!

- We need to f*cking hide.

That's what we need to do.

We can hide at my place.

- OK, yeah, good.

- That's better.

We can hide at my place.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, OK.

- We can go to mine.

- No, no, bad idea.

We'd be f*cked.

- We'll be f*cked anyway.

Do you understand?

Hey, listen,

we have to keep going.

Brother, look at me.

We have to keep moving.

Do you understand?

We'll get a drink.

How about we

f*cking get a drink, hey?

Let's just get a drink.

f*ck it. f*ck it.

What else do we have

to lose, right?

We'll just keep moving.

- I got to go home.

- No, you're not gonna go home.

You're not gonna go anywhere.

You're staying here.

- Yeah, all right.

- You're staying here.

Swear!

- Yeah.

- Swear you're not gonna

f*cking leave me here.

- All right, all right,

I f*cking swear, Jesus.

f*cking Jesus.

- What if he

had a life, man?

- The guy?

- Yeah, what happens if he had,

like, kids and sh*t?

- No.

Don't--don't think

about that sh*t.

- Do you know

what culpable driving is?

- No.

- Well, you should.

Your dad's a f*cking lawyer.

- Oh, he does wills.

- Well, it's bad.

Ayden, it's f*cking bad.

- Right, and we did it?

- Yeah, I think so.

- OK, so what is it?

Like, jail?

- Yes, it's jail.

- We're actually so f*cked.

- Come on, you got

to stop saying that.

Listen, no one knows

what we look like.

- Whose--whose--

whose name is the car under?

- My dad's.

- So you lied?

- Does that really

f*cking matter?

- No, no, it doesn't matter

because we're f*cked either way!

- He's overseas.

Who gives a f*ck?

- Who gives a sh*t?

- Hey, are you gonna

get me arrested tonight?

Are you gonna freak out?

Are you gonna get me

arrested tonight?

I will f*cking k*ll you.

- Please.

- Do you understand?

- Jesse.

- Do you understand?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I don't know.

He just started hanging out

with us one day.

And Jesse really

liked him, so yeah.

- So Jesse was sort of

the leader, then?

- No, it wasn't like that.

I could have got rid

of Ayden if I wanted,

but I mean,

he was a good laugh.

And, uh, we'd make him do sh*t

and he wouldn't complain

about it.

And so we just kept him around.

I don't know.

We sort of went with it.

- What sort of things

would you make Ayden do?

- Oh.

Sort of--

- Oi!

You busy?

Look, I'd f*ck her.

- Yeah, I bet you would, mate.

I have no doubt about that.

- Yeah, isn't she, like, 50?

- That's why they call it

a f*cking MILF, mate.

- I don't see it.

- It's a bit

f*cking gross, Jess.

- Please.

And plus, she teaches math.

Out of all f*cking subjects,

it's, like, the least sexy.

- No, he's, like, turned on

by numbers and sh*t.

Like, f*cking solve that

equation for me, Mrs. Benson.

- Yeah, f*cking calculate

the square root of pi.

Please, please!

- That's him.

- That's him. Yeah, that is him.

All right, off you go, Ayden.

- Oh, funny.

- Nah, go for it, mate.

- Jesse, no.

- f*ck it.

Why not?

You said you would

crack her, didn't you?

- What?

I'm f*cking with you, mate.

Relax.

- No, no.

- Take a breath.

- No, no, no.

- No, I'll do it.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, I've done it before.

- No, you haven't last time.

- Well, no,

I haven't, but, like,

it can't be that hard, right?

- Jesse.

- Give him a crack.

Let him have a go.

- Yeah, give the kid a crack.

- Give him a f*cking crack.

- Mate, we're the same age.

- f*cking let him

go for it, mate.

- All right.

- Yeah. Give him a crack.

All right.

Well, you know,

it should be 250.

- Half a bag.

- Yes.

- OK?

- OK or not?

- Yeah, no.

- All right, cool.

- It's easy, man.

- Yeah.

- It's easy.

You're gonna go and sit

in the passenger side.

- Mm.

- Give him the money.

- Mm-hmm.

- He gives you the sh*t.

- Mm-hmm.

- Give it a smell,

have a little taste,

and you piss off.

- A little taste.

- Hey, don't f*ck this up.

- Whoa.

Just relax.

Don't be stressed.

Have a good time, brother.

Have a good time.

- All right, here we go.

- Hide the money.

- He'll be fine.

Hide the money, f*ck.

- Sorry.

- Jesus Christ.

- Just floundering over there.

- Hey.

- Who are you?

- Uh, Jackson sent me.

- Yeah, right,

you're not Jackson.

- I'm not.

He's, uh--he's just--

just in the car behind.

- Mm-hmm.

What do you want?

- Oh, just a--a half bag.

- Cash?

- Yeah.

There you are.

- You're short.

- What do you mean?

- You're short.

- That's 250.

Half bag's 250.

- I'm f*cking with you, mate.

- Oh.

- f*ck.

- Yeah.

- Relax a bit.

- This it?

- All right. Off you pop.

- All right, cheers.

Oh, actually,

can you do something for me?

- What do you want, mate?

- Just a small favor.

- So what do you think

of him, boys?

- I don't like him.

What the f*ck?

- Oi! Get back here, c**t!

- What the f*ck?

- What?

- f*cking drive.

- Go, go!

- What the f*ck happened?

- He f*cking said that

I shortchanged him.

- What?

- What the f*ck?

- Yeah no, he said it was,

like, 400 this time.

- What?

- Tried to scam me.

- So you stole it?

- Well, did--did you

want it or not?

You're f*cking crazy, mate.

- You're a f*cking menace, eh?

- f*ck yeah!

Whoo!

- So it's your dad's car, then?

- Oh, f*ck off.

Here we f*cking go.

- I'm curious.

- Uh, yeah, it's my dad's car.

Sure. Fine.

We'll go with that.

- Yeah.

- Does that make you happy?

- Yeah, but...

why would you lie about that?

- Because, like, it's not--

- 'Cause--

- You never--you--

look, shut the f*ck up, please.

I'm trying to enjoy myself, OK?

- OK.

- All right?

- Just say you want

to talk like top sh*t.

- Oh, f*ck off.

- Mate.

- f*ck off.

- Just say it.

- No, c**t.

f*ck off.

- Just say it.

- No.

No, it's not true.

- I don't believe it.

- f*ck off.

- I don't--I don't believe it.

- Mate.

- You can't even

f*cking say it.

- Mate, it's my car.

It's just under my dad's name.

- You're lying again.

- I'm not lying.

- No, you just told me

an out-and-out lie to my face.

You're a f*cking sociopath.

- Careful.

- We're mates.

You're supposed to be able

to tell me this kind of sh*t.

Oh, right.

You don't want to tell

your best mate.

- I own the car, Ayden.

- All right.

You own the car.

You own the--

You own the f*cking car.

- You just want to go back

to the cops?

- Um...

- Ah!

I got you again, c**t.

I saw your face.

I saw your f*cking face.

f*ck, I'm starting

to feel it come.

- Oh, you're

feeling it, are you?

- Yeah, a f*cking little bit.

- Yeah? Yeah?

- I feel gacked, mate.

f*ck me.

- Hey, you know what, mate?

- What?

- It's starting to hit me too.

- f*ck yeah!

f*ck yeah!

- f*ck it.

Let's just dance.

- Yeah?

- Let's go to Rats.

- f*ck yeah!

- f*cking forget about this.

- Yeah!

- f*ck it.

We'll just forget about it.

Let's f*cking go.

All right, get your sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Oh, f*ck.

- Let's f*cking do it.

Let's f*cking do it.

- You want to go for it?

- Yeah, f*ck it.

- All right.

- I'm gonna puke

from the stress.

- Or the f*cking HSP

we had earlier.

What the f*ck was that?

- Yeah, it's a story,

but I'll tell you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the f*ck?

The f*ck? It's Squiddy.

There you go, mate.

Long time no f*cking see.

You look good, brother.

How are you, mate?

You remember me, don't you?

- Jesse, I can't talk

right now.

- Of course you can, mate.

Oi, boys, this man here

used to be a f*cking legend.

- Jesse, Jesse,

now's a bad time.

- What do you mean

now's a bad time?

- Max, all good?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- "Max"?

Who the f*ck's Max?

- Jesse, maybe just

leave him alone.

- Have a good night, mate.

- All right.

Take it easy.

See you later, boys.

What the f*ck is that?

- So no part of you feels sorry

for what happened?

- Did I f*cking say that?

- Careful with the swearing.

- Sorry.

Look, to be completely honest

with you, I was pissed.

I had a lot of respect

for Jesse.

And they got

really f*cking unlucky.

And instead of owning it,

they made stupid decision

after stupid decision.

- Oi.

Hey, hey, hey.

Mate, you carrying, mate?

- f*ck off.

- Off with you, dickhead.

- Oh, just a little taste.

- f*ck off, son.

- Just a little f*cking--

- f*ck off!

Oi! f*ck off!

- Suck my d*ck,

you f*cking c*ck head!

- No, thanks.

- f*ck, mate.

- Anyway, so, like,

what I'm saying

is, like, in 30 years'

f*cking time--

- Oh, God, he's following us.

- Holy f*ck.

- sh*t, he's coming.

Wait, what do we do?

- Let's go.

Come on, f*ck.

Let's go.

- Oh, sh*t. What's he doing?

- Let's go, f*ck. That's it.

Come on. Come on.

f*ck.

- I'm not f*cking

scared of you!

- Come on.

There you go.

Come on.

- You think I'm f*cking

scared of you?

- Well, come on, then,

show me you're not f*cking

scared of me, you f*ck!

Yeah, there you go!

Ah, you're getting mad.

- You think because

you're a big kid,

I'm f*cking scared of you.

- Oh! Oh! You see that? Ooh!

- You f*cking crackhead.

You c**t.

- Oh, he got mad!

- I'll f*cking drop you, c**t!

- Come on. Let's go.

- f*ck all you.

- Well, c**t,

I'm waiting for you, mate.

I'm waiting for you, mate.

- Come on, come on.

Let me see it, right here.

Whoa-h*-h*!

How'd you like that?

Oi, sit down!

What did I say?

Hey, sit down!

What did I just say?

My God.

All right, give him a kick.

Yeah, go on.

- What, like--

- Just a kick. Give him a kick.

- Just--

- Yes, go on.

Go on.

Yeah.

That's it.

OK. All right, very good.

And again and again.

Do it like that one.

All right, all right.

OK, OK. All right.

Relax. That's enough.

That's enough.

Hey.

Look at that.

- Yeah.

- I did that.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you did, man.

- Little k*ller there, eh?

- Yeah.

Nah, he's--

- We should go, man.

- Do you want to call someone?

- No, no, no.

We should just go.

You still want

to go to Rats, yeah?

- f*ck yeah.

- All right, let's go.

- All right.

- Let's just go.

Got to clean you up

a little bit, mate.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yes.

- I'm a bit of a mess there.

- Yeah, a little bit.

- A little bit.

- At the start, we thought

Jesse would be good for him.

You know, Ayden was--

oh, look, he was a bit

lost for a while,

and then all of a sudden, he had

this new friendship group.

And we nurtured it.

- Did you know Jesse

before they started

spending time together?

- Um...

well, everyone knew him.

He--he kind of stuck

around the school

years after he graduated.

And, um, he kind of just

showed up at parties.

- I was concerned about him.

- Not at the start.

- Don't tell me

how I felt, Linda.

- No, he was king sh*t.

All the boys loved him.

- And the girls?

- Not my friends, uh,

thankfully.

- Why is that?

- I think you can guess.

- So we had that boy

to our house many, many times,

and he came across

as a perfectly nice kid.

He was very polite.

He was--

- He was playing us

like a fiddle.

- Yeah, well, hindsight's

a wonderful thing.

- I feel weird, mate.

- Like how?

- Weird like I just beat the

sh*t out of some homeless guy.

- OK, well, that's probably

'cause you did.

So relax.

- I had, like, a--

like, a Hulk-out moment,

you know?

- Yeah, it was a good laugh.

- A good laugh?

- Yeah, like, seeing you

all mad and sh*t.

- f*ck that guy.

- f*ck that guy.

That's right.

f*ck that guy.

Settle down.

We'll just have a good night.

We'll enjoy ourselves.

We'll go--

- Should we go back?

- What?

- Go to the cops?

- Oh, f*cking relax, Ayden.

Please not now.

- No, no, no, you said go on.

You told me to f*ck

that guy up.

- You're f*cking

hearing voices, c**t.

- I don't feel good, Jess.

- You'll be fine, c**t.

You'll be fine.

I know exactly what you need.

- Yeah, what?

What?

Oh, yeah? You offering?

- Not me,

you f*cking dickhead,

but I can help you find someone.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Hey, boys.

- Hey, mate.

How are you?

- Good, thank you.

IDs, please.

- IDs.

- Just the two of you, then?

- Yes.

- OK.

Big night?

- No.

Relatively quiet.

- There you go.

And, uh, ID, mate.

ID!

- Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

- Jesus.

Thank you.

Feeling OK?

- Yeah, mate.

Yeah.

- What's, uh, going on

with your face there, mate?

- I've got a cat.

- You got a cat?

- Yeah.

- OK.

You can head on in, mate.

- Thanks, mate.

- You can't.

- Sorry?

- You got on the wrong

shoes, mate.

- What's wrong with my shoes?

- Look, mate, you are high out

of your f*cking mind right now.

Your eyes are the size

of dinner plates.

So if you don't want me to stop

being so f*cking polite,

I'd turn around

and get out of this line.

Will you do that for me?

- No.

- Do I look like

a f*cking idiot to you?

- Oh.

Oh, f*ck it.

Let's just--

- I'll text you.

- Let's go somewhere else.

- Ayden, I'll text you.

- Take a walk.

- I'll text you.

- Take a walk.

- Dickhead, come on, let's go!

- Boys, boys,

make a f*cking decision.

- I'll message you later.

Look, 10 minutes.

I'll message you later.

- What, just 'cause it's

convenient for you, right?

Is that it?

f*cking dog c**t!

f*cking dog!

- Thank you.

- Were you aware

of the way that Jesse was

treating Ayden at that time?

- No.

Well, I mean, I knew

he was selling drugs

and that his grades

were dropping.

But we didn't really talk

about that kind of stuff,

especially after school.

- What did you talk about?

- Very surface-level stuff.

- Like?

- School, parties.

We'd play "Minecraft" sometimes.

- Did he ever make you

feel uncomfortable?

- No, not--not

until that night.

Wait, that's not--

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

sh*t.

sh*t.

f*ck.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

- Ayden.

Ayden.

- What? What are you doing?

It's Jazz.

- Yeah.

- Are you all right?

- Uh, yeah.

- Are you out here alone?

- Uh, Jesse.

- Are you sure

you're all right?

- Uh, yeah, just spitted.

- Did you take something?

- Uh, I don't know.

- Do you need me to get help?

- No, no.

I just need a walk.

I'll be good.

- Oh, by the way, this is, um--

this is Riley.

And this is Zoe, who you might

remember from the year below.

- Hey, Ayden.

- Um, we're actually going

to a club down the road.

- Jazz, uh, we got to go.

Sorry.

- I'm just having--

- We can't--

uh, great to see you,

but we really need to go.

- Well, have

a great night, Ayden.

Uh, it was good to see you.

- Can I join you?

- Of course.

It would give us

a good chance to catch up.

Shall we head off, then?

- My, um--my legs.

- Sorry?

- Just--just give me a minute.

Just give me a minute, please.

- Jazz, who the f*ck

is this guy?

- He used to be nice.

- Lead the way.

- It's crazy

running into you like this.

- Mm.

- So what you been up to?

Are you at uni?

- Taking a break right now.

- Oh, right.

And, um--and how is Jesse

these days?

- Oh, f*ck him.

- OK, then.

- No, no, he's--

he's all right.

- Hey, do you remember

when we were--

- I'm sorry.

Do you mind if we just--

just walk?

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Um, we'll just catch up later.

- OK, so then let's go, yeah?

- Yeah.

Of course.

- Almost there.

Let's hurry up.

- Hey.

Hey, Ayden.

Hi, Ayden.

Uh, do you still, um--

do you still--

- What?

- Uh...

my friends and I want

to make this night a fun night

if you know what I mean.

- Uh, what?

- Um, are you--are you still,

you know, um, dealing?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, what are you after?

- Um, caps.

Do you have caps?

Jesus.

We don't need this much.

- No, just take it.

- What do I owe you?

- No, just take it.

- I need to give you

something for it.

- Take it.

- Thank you.

- No worries.

- Um, I'm honestly, um,

surprised you're still

doing this.

- Doing what?

- Uh, is it, like, the money?

- The money?

- For the drugs.

- Sorry, what was the question?

- I don't know.

It seems like--

I don't know

what I'm trying to say.

But when you were

in high school--

- You know, I really

don't need a lecture.

- OK, I just--

- I just want to f*cking walk.

I just want to f*cking walk.

- Mm.

OK.

- Yeah, all right.

Just--you just go on ahead.

I'll catch up.

Yeah, yeah.

It's cool.

Give me a minute.

I'll be all right. It's fine.

Keep going, then.

I'll catch up.

- Look, I didn't think

anything of it at the time.

All right?

Ayden was a bit of a sucker.

And maybe we took advantage

of that at the time.

But he seemed

relatively happy to be there.

And people wanted to buy sh*t

from him all of a sudden.

Girls started talking to him.

He was lapping it up.

- What about the drug use?

- This is the f*cking

interview right here.

This is the story

right here, isn't it?

Excuse my French.

- Did you ever consider talking

to his parents about it?

- You're joking, right?

You're joking.

'Cause that would have

gone great.

- You know, everyone

in the paper

was going on about

his drug abuse and sh*t,

but it's all bullshit.

The drugs just bring out

more of what you already are.

If you're a scumbag, it makes

you an even bigger scumbag.

- You're doing the exact

same thing the police did.

- I mean, we're all probably

addicted in some way.

- It's not about the drugs.

- I turned out all right,

didn't I?

- It's about

two rich assholes

who think the world

owes them something

because they were

f*cking bored.

- Oh.

- Hey.

- Hello, Jesse.

- Hi, how are you?

- Can I speak

to your mum, please?

- Um, no, she's not home

at the moment.

Sorry.

- What do you make

of this, then?

I found it under my son's bed.

- OK.

- Well, you gave it

to him, didn't you?

I'm not stupid.

We both know

what's going on here.

- I don't.

- I need you to stay

away from Ayden.

- Why?

- Because he's better

than this.

- You sure about that?

- I'm not asking you.

Do you think

I won't escalate this?

- Be my guest.

- What is wrong with you?

- Settle down.

- You're sick in the head.

You're unserious.

- Enough.

- Find someone else.

- No, thanks.

Have a good one, though.

Yeah?

- OK.

OK.

- You went to his

f*cking house?

- Please don't raise

your voice at me.

- What is your f*cking problem?

- Do not raise

your voice at me!

- Mom!

Mom!

I'm not a f*cking child!

- Well, you're acting like one.

- Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

I hate you.

- I have given you everything.

- I f*cking hate you.

- Well, that's a charming way

to speak to your mom!

- Stay out of my room, and stay

out of my f*cking life!

- Hey.

Hey, matey.

You all right?

Mate, you all right?

Can you get up?

- Yeah, I'm, uh--

I'm good.

- You sure?

- Yeah, uh--

- Having a little rest,

were you?

- Yeah, uh, it's been

a bit of a rough night.

- Oh.

Yeah, and I get it.

You can't sleep here, though.

- Right, yeah. No, I get that.

I'm good, though, really.

- You sure?

You don't look good.

- Yeah, sorry,

just having a rest.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- What's your name, mate?

- Jesse.

- You know how to get

somewhere, Jesse?

- Uh, I was just gonna

head home.

- That's probably

a very good idea.

- Yeah.

- You got some way

of getting there?

- Uh, well, I just thought

I'd take the tram or--

- You won't be getting

the tram this time of night.

- The train, or maybe the train.

- Or a train.

You taken something

tonight, Jesse?

- You can't ask me that.

- Yes, I can.

Have you taken

something tonight?

- What do you mean?

- What do I mean?

Pills, powders?

- I'm just gonna head home.

- No, we're not

done here, mate.

I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

Have you taken any illicit

substances tonight?

- Um...

- Answer the question.

- Yes.

- That wasn't hard, was it?

What did you take?

- MD.

- And?

- Ket.

- Is that all?

Oh, well, good.

If I was to search you,

would I find anything

in that pocket?

- No.

- You understand why I find that

very hard to believe, right?

- Yes.

- So, what,

did you just lie to me?

- Yes.

Please don't.

- Now, listen, listen.

You don't seem like

a bad kid, you know?

So what I'm about to say,

I want it to sink in.

All right, you are gonna

go home, like you said.

You're gonna take that sh*t

that's in your pocket

or under your bed

or in your f*cking cupboard

and you're gonna

chuck it all in the rubbish,

every bit of it.

All right?

All right?

- Yes, thank you.

- Oh, don't thank me, mate.

You don't know

how lucky you are.

- Sorry.

- Well, I accept your apology.

But smarten up.

- Yeah.

- Smarten up. I mean it.

- Yes. Yes.

- Have a good night, Jesse.

Home.

- I'm going.

I lose my mind all the time

- Hey.

I swear, can't remember

- What's your name?

- Emily.

- You're f*cking gorgeous.

You know that, Emily?

- I like your dance moves.

- Oh, really?

Come on.

- I'm tryna keep

my eyes off you

You're no one,

and all this time

You're barely gettin' by

It's because I know you're lyin'

It was only one night,

but I know better

Stupid of me

Course you don't

love me, love me

Course you don't love me,

love me, love me

Of course you don't love me

- You want to do a bump?

Hey.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no, no.

Come on.

Excuse me, excuse me.

- What are you doing?

You're insane.

- Take it slow.

- You like that, yeah?

- Stop.

Stop.

Get off me!

- Hey, enjoy it.

Just relax.

Help me!

Hey, hey.

Hey, look.

Hey, look--look at me, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

f*ck.

f*ck.

- A mother

and her teenage daughter

are in critical condition

after a head-on collision

outside Melbourne's CBD

earlier this evening.

Police are still hunting

for the driver

of the opposing vehicle,

who reportedly fled the scene

moments after the crash.

- No, no.

No, no, no.

No. No.

f*ck.

sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

- What the f*ck?

- Jesse?

- Hello?

- Jess, you there?

Ayden, I did something.

- Mate, I can't

f*cking hear you.

- Yeah!

It's bad.

- Yeah, OK, listen,

just tell me in a sec.

I'm on my way to you right now.

All right?

So just--

- The cops are coming.

- What?

- There's a--

- Jesse,

what the f*ck did you do?

- It's bad.

It's bad.

It's bad!

- f*ck.

- What was that?

What?

- The f*cking homeless guy.

- What f*cking homeless guy?

What do you mean?

- Jesse, I got to take care

of this sh*t.

- No, Ayden.

Ayden, please, please, please.

- Yeah, I have to take ca--

- Don't hang up on me, please.

- Just--I'll call you

right back.

- No, please! No, no!

- I mean it.

Oh, Jesus.

f*ck.

f*ck!

f*ck.

- Oh, my God, someone help!

sh*t!

- Oi! Oi!

- What the f*ck?

- I just need a hand

with something.

- Get out of the f*cking road!

- I need a hand, mate.

- Get out of the f*cking road!

- What the f*ck are you--

- Oh, my God.

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

Oh, my God!

- Just shut up.

Just--all right.

- Please don't hurt me.

- I'm not gonna hurt you, mate.

Can you just drive, please?

- What?

- There's people behind you.

Just drive around the block.

- OK.

- Go, go, go.

- I'm driving, I'm driving,

I'm driving, I'm driving.

- Look, I'm sorry about this.

I'm a good guy, mate.

Swear to God.

- What are you--

- Look, just--

I need you to help me.

- I don't have any money.

I just--

- I don't want

your money, mate.

- f*ck!

- Yeah, oi, relax, mate.

You're gonna be fine.

What's your name?

- Chance.

- Chance.

All right, Chance.

All right, I can't

tell you my name,

but it's nice to meet you.

- You can have the car

if you want.

- I'm not exactly

in a state to drive right now.

- Can you take

the knife away, please?

- OK, shut the f*ck up.

- Oh, OK.

- So you're gonna

turn left here.

- Yeah.

- And then at the other end,

you're gonna go into

this alleyway right here.

- OK. I'm going.

- All right.

- I'm going. I'm going.

- Oi, oi.

- OK.

- You're fine.

Can you just get through?

Go on through.

OK, stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

- OK.

- Stop.

OK, turn the car off.

Chance, turn off

the f*cking car!

- OK, OK, OK, OK.

- OK, uh, mate,

we're not done yet.

Uh, get your phone out.

- Why are we in an alleyway?

- I'll explain it

in a f*cking minute.

Just take out your phone.

You got a password?

- Yeah.

- What is it?

- 123456.

- You lying to me?

- No.

- Open it.

Good man.

All right.

OK, so here's

what's gonna happen.

Outside the car,

there's a--well, look,

there's someone outside,

and we need to get him away.

- Oh, God.

- Oi, oi, relax, mate.

Mate, oi, you're gonna be fine.

I promise you, all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Now, now, you do exactly

as I say tonight, and--

and you'll get to go home.

Because I have your phone now,

which means

I have, uh, your address,

your contacts,

your banking sh*t,

and I will f*ck your life.

Do you understand?

Do you understand, Chance?

- Yes.

- OK.

Let's move.

Go on!

Wait, stay right there.

OK, let's do this.

- f*ck me.

- Hey.

- What the f*ck is that?

- Hey, you're all right.

You're OK. It's, uh--

it's nothing, all right?

No, no, no.

No, I didn't k*ll him,

all right?

Just--just stop

asking questions.

- OK.

- Open the boot.

Chance, open the boot.

f*ck.

Let's give Mom and Dad

a ring, then, eh?

- I'm going to the police.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am!

- Oi!

I'll send someone!

They'll be dead before you

reach the station, mate.

- Or you can help me out here,

we go for a quick drive,

and you're on your way.

Dad's gonna f*cking k*ll me.

- Thataboy, Chance.

There he is.

- OK.

- Oh, f*ck.

Oh.

- It doesn't really fit.

- Uh, the seats go down.

- Nah, it should be all right.

- What now?

- I'm still figuring

that part out.

But we got one more stop first.

- Hello?

- Do you know what time it is?

- Jesse, are you there?

- Jess, what's going on?

Where are you?

Do you need me

to come and get you?

- Maybe.

- All right, Jesse needs me

to go pick him up.

- Jesse, where are you?

- Just tell him.

- Hello?

- OK, good news.

Everything is sorted--kind of.

But I'm still

coming to get you.

- OK.

- We'll be in the car park

in three minutes, OK?

I don't care how you do it,

just be there.

- Hey, wait.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, what are you

doing out here, mate?

- Uh, sorry, the girl in there,

she told me to go and, um--

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all good, I just--

- All right, listen, listen,

listen.

- Yep.

- Go out in front there.

Talk to the boys out there.

They'll look after you.

- OK.

f*ck.

- Mate, I thought I told you

to go around the front.

- Sorry, mate, I got lost.

- Did you just?

Put your hands behind your back.

- Give me one second.

- Put your hands behind your--

- One second.

- I'm not asking you.

- Is that him?

- I don't know

what he looks like.

- No, I'm not--

that is him.

- Who's that?

- Hey!

Ayden!

- Come on.

- f*ck, Jesse.

- That's a cop.

- Thank you, Chance.

- Stay down!

Stay down!

Don't move!

Stay down!

Don't move!

- Hey, what are you doing?

- OK, floor it.

- Sorry?

- Just drive.

- Into what?

- Floor it!

- What?

Just go!

- Go, go, go!

Get in.

- You OK?

- Go, go, go!

- Chance, move!

- Who the f*ck is that?

- Chance!

- Open the door.

- f*ck.

Chance, you're already

going to f*cking jail!

- Open the f*cking door!

- f*ck, please, mate!

- Three!

Chance, there's a f*cking

dead guy in your boot.

- What?

- Two!

- Chance!

- Oh, f*ck me.

- OK, OK.

Left, left!

- What the f*ck was that?

- Relax, man, OK?

We're out of there now.

- Oh, my God!

- Just relax.

- You think he saw me?

- I'm a criminal.

- Join the club.

Listen, this car is f*cked.

We got to get it

off the street.

- What about

the guy in the back?

- f*ck that.

Uh, they'll--they'll

block the freeway

when they get your plates.

We have to lay low somewhere.

- OK, where?

Uh, uh--

well, not to mine.

- Can you just drop me home?

- No.

Chance?

- Please, no.

- Oi, oi, it won't be for long.

We just got to hide the car.

- And the body.

- And the...body, yeah, I'm...

- Wait.

- Still working on that part.

- What body?

- Just give me a sec.

Chance, just take us

to your place, mate.

- Do I have a choice?

- What do you think?

Good man.

Avoid main roads.

OK, you remember

the homeless guy?

- The one you beat

the sh*t out of?

- Yes, yes, that one.

- OK.

- He's in the back.

- OK.

Why?

- He just--and he--

he just is, OK?

- OK.

Settle down, relax. OK.

- So the guys we hit

might not be dead.

They're in hospital right now.

- Wait, "they"?

- Yeah, it's a mum and her kid.

- What the f*ck?

- f*cking hell.

- Yeah, yeah, well,

if they do make it,

we might not get life in jail.

So I had to f*cking clean up

the rest of the mess.

- Yeah, righto.

- What?

- You've changed

your tune a bit.

- Yeah, I had a f*cking--

look, this is what's

happening now, OK?

- OK.

- We were gonna go

dump it somewhere,

but I guess that's not possible

now we got a f*cking fugitive.

What the f*ck did you do,

by the way?

- Don't worry, mate.

I just don't want

to talk about it.

- I'm a little worried, mate,

not gonna lie.

You're covered in blood.

- I just want to relax.

OK?

- All right.

All right.

Hey, it's good to see you, man.

How you feeling?

- f*ck.

- I just want to go home, man.

- You can't, mate.

I'm sorry.

- Ayden was not a bad kid.

He wouldn't hurt people.

Jesse hurt people.

- Are you sure about that?

- Yes.

What you need

to understand is that Jesse

was a very powerful person.

He got in Ayden's head.

And then with all the business,

with the drugs and the girls,

and it just mucked him up.

- You were aware

of his drug use?

- Well, he hid it very well.

Yeah, I mean, we got rid

of anything we found,

but, you know, he swore to us

that everything was Jesse's.

- And you believe that?

- Well, I believe my son, yeah.

Um--

- We going in?

- I got to, um--

I got to check

that my dad's asleep.

- Sorry?

- I just--

Trust me,

it's better for everyone

if he doesn't know

what we're doing.

- What exactly are we doing?

- I guess we wait for a bit.

- How long?

- It's not gonna be dark

for much longer, man.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Well, we don't have

a way of transporting him.

- So why the f*ck

did you bring him?

- Well, my plan would have

worked if you didn't alert

half of f*cking Victoria Police.

- Hey, I didn't f*cking

k*ll him in the first place.

- Yeah, and I didn't feel

like going for a drive.

Look at my f*cking face.

- We're back to being f*cked.

- You can make it

look like a suicide.

- What was that?

- Slit his wrists or something.

- Yeah, his face is all mushed.

- True, but I like

the thinking.

We could drop him

off at Westgate.

- How are we

getting to Westgate?

- Uber.

- You're not f*cking serious.

- Yeah, no, no, no, no,

we put him in a bag,

uh, like a suitcase

or something, and we--

- Yeah, and we're leaving

a trail for the police.

- No, we can make

Chance call it.

- Sorry?

- Uh, Chance almost

f*cked us back at Rats.

You sure he'll be willing

to lie when the cops

come asking f*cking questions?

- We could drop him

off a bridge too.

- Sorry?

- Whatever.

- What?

What?

- Ah!

Ah, relax, man.

We're not gonna k*ll you.

Wait, you're not gonna--

You're not gonna dob on us,

though, are you?

- No, absolutely not.

- Right.

Yeah.

'Cause, you know, we're all--

we're all mates now.

And you wouldn't

dog your mates.

- No way.

- Wouldn't you, Chance?

- No.

- Right, no.

- No, no, no.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Beauty.

All right,

now go check on your dad,

'cause I really need

a f*cking piss.

- Thank you.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, you're not

going in the garage?

- I can't.

- A lot more out

in the open here, mate.

- There's, um--

there's stuff in it.

- Open it.

- No.

No.

- All right.

Thank you.

Which one is it?

- Red.

- Two minutes

or we're coming in.

- OK.

- Yeah, we probably

have to k*ll him.

- What the f*ck

is your problem, mate?

- He knows everything.

- Yeah, what, are you

in the f*cking Mafia?

- No, he's had

a traumatic night.

He tops himself.

It tracks.

- Yeah, OK, but, like,

have a heart.

How about that?

- No, no, no.

No, you don't get to play

moral cards anymore--

- It's not always--

- Not after you left me

at the f*cking club.

- It's not always

a competition, brother.

It's not always a competition.

- Can you stop being

so f*cking mopey?

- I'm tired.

- Who gives a f*ck?

Hey, you smell that?

- Yeah, it smells like piss.

- Hands up, boys.

Names, please?

- Uh, Jesse.

- Ayden.

- Jesse, Ayden,

pleased to meet you.

I'm Dan, Chance's dad.

- Pleasure.

- What's that?

- Don't worry.

- I'm a little hard of hearing.

You just have to speak up.

- Sorry.

- Oh, nothing to be

sorry for yet, mate.

Oh, yeah, there were cops.

Were we followed, boys?

- No.

- Yeah, that's

what f*ck said.

Well, we'll see.

All right, in we go.

While we're young.

Door to the right, boys.

- I'm sorry, mate, but I really

need to use the bathroom.

- Oh, fantastic.

Get on through.

- Who's--

- Jesus.

- Oh, don't bring him

into this, right?

All right, come on in.

Take a seat, boys.

Over there.

Don't stand on ceremony.

Sit.

Relax.

You're in my home.

Hey, f*ck, get in here.

- Chance, what the f*ck?

- He was awake.

- Look, um, let's make this

quick, all right?

Just talk me through it

again, Chance.

- Um, OK.

Uh, he jumped in my car,

and he threatened me

and made me

put a dead guy in the boot.

And then, um,

we picked up that guy,

who, uh, was getting arrested

by cops.

And then I accidentally

ran over the cop's foot.

And then they told me

to come here.

And then I--

- All right, so...

there's a dead guy

still in your boot, yeah?

- Yeah.

- And did the cops

get your plates?

- I, um--

I don't know.

- f*ck's sake.

You're so f*cking stupid.

- I'm sorry.

- Get out.

- I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- Boys, you know

what you've done tonight?

You f*cked me.

You've royally

f*cked me tonight.

See all this?

This is millions,

hundreds of millions.

And if the cops get here

and take a look at it,

it's gonna go right down

the f*cking toilet.

Now, uh, I know you've had

a rough night, you know?

You're probably f*cked up

on whatever it is.

And, you know,

you're, um, dealing with that.

But, uh, you brought me

into this now,

and, uh, I didn't ask for that.

- I just--

- Ah, ah, ooh.

I wasn't finished, mate.

- Sorry.

- Worse than all that,

you brought my son into it.

Little f*ck that he is,

he's still my boy.

- I just want to say

that I personally actually

didn't get your son involved.

- You piece of sh*t.

- Uh, look, I don't really

give a rat's a*s who did what.

Point is, you're here now,

and together we're gonna

sit down and figure out

how you're gonna pay for this.

- Honestly, and I'm not just

saying this to save my a*s,

but I think

you should let us go.

'Cause, you know,

it's like you said, right?

Like, we're all f*cked anyway.

So, uh, there's not really

much we could do now, is there?

- Yeah.

- OK, so what you're saying is,

there's no reason

why I shouldn't put a b*llet

in your f*cking head, is there?

- Oh, f*ck!

Please don't! Please! Please!

- No, I'm not--not saying that!

I'm saying that we're gonna

pay in jail time anyway.

- Yeah.

- So anything that you've done

is gonna look a lot worse

with the death of two boys

on your hands.

Respectfully, mate.

- You don't know

what I've done.

- Please.

Please.

- My parents are lawyers.

Huh?

We have money.

We can represent.

- Yeah, good try.

Your turn.

- I have a family.

I have people that love me.

- Oh, spare me.

- Please, please,

don't do this.

- No, sorry, mate.

Say good night.

- No, please!

Please don't!

Please!

- The f*cking waterworks.

You're gonna have a bit

of a f*cking cry.

- Please, please.

- Do it.

- Don't f*cking--

- What's that?

- Do it.

- What the f*ck, c**t?

- He deserves it.

- Are you f*cking for real?

- Oh, he does?

- Please, mate!

- Oh,.

I'm gonna f*cking do it.

I'm sorry, mate. Good night.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!

- No!

- Shut up!

Shut up!

- I'm not gonna

f*cking sh**t you.

That'll wake up the whole

f*cking neighborhood.

- What's this?

What's that?

- Oh, my God.

- Hey.

- Please, please.

- Yeah, this'll do.

- Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, f*ck!

- I swear we weren't followed.

- Bullshit!

- You can all get f*cked!

- Oh, you little sh*t!

- What the f*ck, man?

- I'm gonna f*cking k*ll him.

I'll f*cking k*ll him!

- What a--uh,

what about the garage door?

- We took the f*cking wires out.

- f*ck.

- Block your ears, boys.

- Stand down!

- f*ck.

- You all right?

Hold this, please.

Where, uh, where do you reckon

the bathroom is?

What?

- You just shot him.

- I'm gonna piss my pants, man.

- Did you mean

what you said to him?

- Sorry, what?

- When you told him to sh**t me,

did you mean that?

- Uh...

oh, no,

I was gonna grab the g*n.

- No, you f*cking weren't.

- Yeah, I was.

Hey, just chill out.

Chill.

- Oh, you've made yourself

at home, then.

- My turn.

- Yeah, could you

make it quick, please?

We've got all of 10 minutes.

- f*ck off, Ayden.

- OK.

Bullshit. Uh, OK.

So...

Cheers, mate.

Jesus.

Yeah, well, f*ck that.

Cheers.

- Did you piss in it

or something?

- Um, maybe a little bit.

- Little bit?

Cheers.

- Oi.

To a night

that never f*cking ends.

Did you finish it?

- No.

- Ah, you're a p*ssy,

then, mate.

Is that better?

- Yeah.

I'm done, man.

- Me too.

- You want to wait it out here

or head somewhere else?

I don't particularly feel

like going anywhere, mate.

- All right.

- Good morning.

I'm just gonna ask you

some questions.

Don't feel obligated to--

- Just get on with it.

- OK. Um...

Obviously, there's some

sensitive material in here,

so I just wanted to make sure--

- I'll be fine.

All right.

Let's start with Jesse.

- So you want to tell me

what happened at the club?

- No.

- Fair enough.

- You want to tell me why

you brought the homeless guy?

- I, um--

The news article

only reported that they

were looking for the driver.

- Oh.

- Figured if I cleared myself

of everything else

I did tonight,

I could get off a bit easier.

- Gotcha.

Although that's assuming

I wouldn't rat you out.

- Yeah, well, I kind of

thought about that too.

- Yeah?

- I met Jesse

at a time in my life

where I was very lonely.

Jesse, do you know

that you're a manipulator?

- Where's that coming from?

- You--you're the reason

we went out driving tonight.

And then you told me

to hit that homeless guy.

And then you left me

at the f*cking club.

- Is this still about

the f*cking car?

- Just shut the f*ck up.

I was constantly

seeking his approval.

Just listen to me, please.

Yeah?

- OK.

- Tomorrow--or I guess today

the police and the news

are gonna show up at my door

and everything

is gonna go to sh*t.

And they're gonna ask me why

I did all those things tonight.

Now, I know deep down

that it's not my fault

'cause I'm a good guy and--

and I'd never do something

like that.

And my parents,

they already don't like you.

And everyone around me thinks

that you're a bad influence

and--and--and that, like,

you know, I know better.

So the only person

whose story won't line up is...

You.

He just led me

down a dark path.

- This bad path he was on.

- Jesse just took him

down a bad path.

- You got your head so far

up your f*cking a*s, mate.

- Listen to me, please.

Just give me this one thing.

So...after you k*lled Chance--

- So--so, what?

- After you k*lled him,

you finally decided

that enough was enough.

And so you OD'd.

And that's how

your night ended.

And I've been at home

ever since, uh--

ever since that cop told me

to leave the city.

And I've been asleep

all this time.

And, um, I won't find out

about all the things

that you did until tomorrow.

- That's why you

came back to get me.

- The things that he's done,

the lives that he's

ruined, it's--

well, it's unspeakable.

- What do you want me to--

What--what do you

want me to say?

What do you want me to do?

What could I have done?

- You know, you called me

a f*cking sociopath earlier.

- Yeah, well,

you lied about the car.

- Would you shut the f*ck up

about the car, Ayden?

- All right, mate.

- You're not my f*cking mate.

You're a snake, and I've

never f*cking liked you.

- Don't say sh*t like that.

- I mean it.

- Don't.

Then why do you always

hang out with me?

- Because you answer.

- I hated Jesse.

Jesse...

you probably won't believe me

when I say this, but...

I look up to you

so f*cking much.

- What am I supposed to do with

that information now, Ayden?

- Nothing.

You might be a piece of sh*t.

And I know you'd drop me

at the first chance you get,

but right now,

we're all we've got, mate.

- I mean, why is it so hard

for you to understand?

- Because everyone seems

to disagree with you.

- Well, I f*cking lived it.

- I'm starting

to feel it, Ayden.

- It's quick.

You just drift off to sleep.

- I feel it.

- I know, brother.

I'm really sorry.

- Are you?

Course.

- That f*cking dingo

was crazy, huh?

Sure was.

- f*ck.

- f*ck.

If I could take it all back,

I would,

absolutely, in a heartbeat.

- If the culture of the school

wasn't so toxic--

- Here we go.

You're gonna lecture me

about parenting now?

Do you know what my father

would have done?

- Tell me you

enjoyed it at least.

- What?

- "What?"

Bashing the homeless guy,

k*lling Chance.

You like the power.

- No more than you do, mate.

Not that it's a competition.

- It's been good, huh?

- Ah, f*ck you.

- It's been good.

- f*ck you.

- Ayden?

- Yeah, mate?

- I think my heart

just exploded.

- Jesse?

Jesse?

- Try not to move.

You're in a hospital.

You're gonna be OK.

- Is she alive?

- I'm so sorry.

- Ayden.

- Oh.

Oh.

- Where the hell have you been?

- I was out.

- Doing what?

- I don't know.

I'm tired.

- Drugs?

- Maybe.

I don't know.

- Do you know what the time is?

- No.

- Joe, just let him go to bed.

- Were you with Jesse?

- Don't ignore me, Joe.

- His parents have been calling

here nonstop, worried sick.

We thought that--

We're glad to see

that you're all right.

- I'm fine.

- Ayden.

You can tell us

what's going on.

I k*lled him.

I k*lled him.

I k*lled him.

- Well, what do you mean?

- I--I--I hurt so many people.

I, um--I k*lled him--Jesse.

I didn't even care.

We just--we--we went

for a drive,

and then we had an accident

because Jesse was high.

And then it just got worse.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

- Who are you?

You're not my son.

- Joe.

- Do you really mean

the things that you say?

What have you done with Ayden?

You k*lled someone?

Why?

Why, what--

What the f*ck

did you do, Ayden?

What's going on?

- You're scaring him, Joe.

- Scaring him?

Are you hearing

what he's saying?

I'm scared.

- No.

- No, you didn't just tell me

that you--you k*lled someone?

- No, I--

- I mean, Christ, Ayden,

what the hell

do you expect me to say?

- I--

- Just go to bed.

- Not a chance.

- Joe, he's clearly

been through enough.

Look at him.

- I don't believe either of you.

Speak, Ayden.

- Can I please go to my room?

- Baby.

- Don't.

Don't you f*cking "baby" him.

He's a f*cking adult.

- Let him go upstairs.

We'll talk about this

in the morning!

- Linda, this is insane!

What did you do, Ayden?

- It's gonna be OK.

- I need to call the police.

- No!

- No, please.

Please.

- OK.

OK. OK.

- We'll get you a good lawyer.

- It's OK, baby.

It's OK.

Just tell me.

Just tell me what happened.

- I can't.

- Just tell me.

- Oh, please.

- Just tell me.

- I didn't do anything.

- I know, baby.