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- Truth or dare? - Truth.

How would you act if you had nothing to lose?

Nothing to lose?

You could do whatever you wanted.

Easy.

I'd be who I really am.

And who's that?

That's two questions, ain't it, Byron?

Truth or dare?

Dare.

Every time.

Why?

The thrill of it.

It's like with heights.

I'm scared of 'em, but not because I'm going to fall.

Whenever I get up high, I have this overwhelming urge to just...

leap off.

So, go on.

Dare me.

I dare you to go back to the ordinary world.

The ordinary world?

Fuck's sake!

Six, five, four, three, two, one...

Welcome to the year 2000.

Liam, come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!

Wages, living standards, life expectancy - everything's rising.

Flights are cheaper,

skirts are shorter and the music never stops.

Life's one big fucking party.

You can wear what you want, be what you want,

shag who you want.

And everyone, everywhere, is having fun.

Wild, unadulterated, grown-up fun.

Except me.

Fuck!

Everyone thought the world was going to end at the stroke of midnight.

But it hasn't and I'm still here, stuck in Hucknall -

an unbelievably, indescribably,

mind-bendingly boring town in the Nottinghams hire countryside.

Well, it is most of the time.

I need to get out of here.

Climbing out of the coal grate again?

Lost your fucking key, ain't you?

No, it's at me mommar's.

Get 'ere now!

Oh, here we go.

Ah, here you are.

What's that for?

Got to see a man about a dog tonight. Get yersen some chips.

- I'm going to me mum's. - Are you?

Oh, well, good on her!

Having a night off from going out on the piss.

Keep it anyway.

OK, I will. Thanks.

You seen my fags?

No.

Go on, then. Fuck off before you're late.

Bye.

- Oi! - Yeah?

- What have I told you? - Wha... what?

Stop walking like a fucking fairy!

Fucking div.

Hucknall does have one claim to fame - Lord Byron was from here.

That's where I got my name.

The Kindred Spirits.

He got out of here.

Shagged his way through Europe and ended up in Greece.

So it is possible to escape.

Please don't let me get battered today.

Please don't let me get fucking battered today.

OK, so what should I say? What should I say?

Tell him you've got big perky tits.

Erm...

Tell him he'll be quiet when you're sat on his face.

My God, Byron! I can't say that!

Well, do you want a boyfriend or what, Smanfa?

Cos I'm not being funny, we're both going to die virgins at this rate.

Right. Give me it.

Right, Big Jim, want our names?

Our names are Sammy

and Debbie.

Oh, he likes that there's two of us.

We are flirty,

fun, beguiling.

Yes! OK. OK. You click. You click it.

- Oh, my God, I'm sweating. I'm sweating. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, come on, Big Jim, how big are you?

Oh, my God. OK.

Come on, Jimmy.

Oh, fuck's sake.

What time's your dad back?

Oh, who knows?

He still on at you?

Yeah. When ain't he on at me?

I bet the other girls at school aren't on chat rooms.

No. Bet they're getting fingered in bushes like normal teenagers.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Sam. I'm nervous.

Come on, Jim. Come on, Jim.

- Oh, fuck! - Oh! Is that a grey pube?

Oh, my God, it looks like a toe!

Byron, are you here?

Shit! Move! Go! Go! Go!

- Oh, I'll see you tomorrow. - I'll see you tomorrow.

I'll be at my mommar's, yeah?

Don't adjust your TV screens -

they're not really flesh-eating monsters.

They're just men wearing make-up.

This is Zombie Nation.

Get that down your neck.

I'd have done you summat warm, but I didn't know you were coming tonight.

Oh, Mum's going down Notts. I'm going to see her next week now.

I bet your dad's out an' all.

Well, you're always welcome round here,

because I love having my boo-boo round!

It's a miracle you turned out all right

with a mother like her and a father like him.

Well, I haven't turned out yet, Mommar!

Nah, you'll be reet.

You're too clever not to be.

Not getting picked on again, are you?

I've told you everything's fine now. You don't need to worry about me.

Oi, poofter!

It's Byron the Bender!

Sorry, pal, no poofters allowed.

There's little kids down there. We can't let benders near 'em, can we?

- Fucking too right. - Hey, don't touch it! You'll get AIDS!

- Ugh! Fuck off! - Hey, gerrit in that dog shit!

Look, I don't want to fight. Look, I'm a big pacifist!

You're a big poofter!

Look, can I just...

Go on, fucking have him!

Go on, do it! Go on, Jamie!

Have him, Jamie, go on!

Leave him alone! Pack it in before I call the police!

Come on, let's bounce.

What are they picking on you for anyway?

They're calling me gay.

Aw. What do they know?

And anyway, so what if you are?

- I've had enough of this! - I'll tell you what,

I've had enough of fucking jabs.

Bobbing and weaving.

Fucking hit him! Fight, for fuck's sake!

- Go on, you fucker. Get up, you poof! - Yes. - Get up!

Is that you, soft lad?

I'm going to be rich and famous one day.

And I hope you read about me in the paper,

and how fucking fabulous my life is.

You been fighting, youth?

It's just some lads at school.

Take no notice.

You'll be driving past 'em in your sports car one day!

You reckon?

Good looking lad like you, yeah.

Oi! I've got summat for you.

Come on.

I really like you.

- How much? - £7.80!

- He offered me a fiver, but I talked him up. - Oh, God.

He could have been a serial killer!

All I had to do was wank him off.

And he weren't half bad either.

I've been going every day after school.

Smanfa, it's full of men after sex.

How do you know why they're there?

They call it cottaging. Sometimes they come straight out with it.

I'll give you 15 quid to suck my cock.

It's like a game with all these unspoken rules.

And most of 'em are bloody married.

Just think what their wives would say! And, Smanfa, they love me.

And I'm in my uniform - my school uniform, for fuck's sake!

Dirty bastards.

Weren't you scared?

No.

Cos you know what I've realised? I've got summat they want.

And that gives me power.

Your dad'd go mad. And your mum.

Like they care where I am.

Babes, I'm worried about you.

What's the worst that could happen?

Oh, might have one.

I know where you got that.

Come 'ere.

It's my pocket money.

That bloke went in 45 minutes ago. You were half an hour,

and now you've just walked out right behind him.

I've had... diarrhoea.

You've had a dirty old man.

Don't worry, secret's safe with me.

Want to make some real money?

Pull down your pants.

Show me.

Yeah. Get 'em up.

Got a client looking for a lad like you.

Willing to pay a pretty penny for a pretty boy.

All night. No fucking.

Just wanking and sucking.

Are either of you going to be there?

Do we look like fucking batty boys?

Oh, no, I didn't mean to...

Be at Hucknall market bogs at four o'clock this Sunday.

Get out.

- You dropping me here? - Yeah, get out.

Are you joking?

- Get out of my fucking car, now, man. - All right, sorry.

Oi! And if Max asks, tell him you're 16.

Who's Max?

Your baby-sitter.

- Do you know what I mean? - Yeah.

- Will you try it for me next time? - Yeah.

Just sit down in front of your mirror,

look at yourself, relax, and just say...

- I've got very beautiful lips! - I've got very beautiful lips.

Yeah. And I promise you, Ange, you're going to see the difference.

- OK? - Mm. Thanks!

I've got very beautiful lips.

I've got very bee-autiful lips.

- I know, he said... - Er, bye, Mum.

- Where are you going? - To Mommar's.

Where to? I thought you said you were going to your dad's?

You weren't listening.

Two secs.

Erm, Byron, do you need some money?

Yeah, course.

- Thanks. - Be good.

Yep. Will do.

Hi.

Yeah, just Byron's going out.

Hello, you!

How do you know I'm me?

Well, it weren't going to be him, eh?

Come on.

It's got a swimming pool?

Oh, I've never been anywhere this posh!

It's, like, proper majestic, innit?

Oh, but saying that, me mum's place is dead nice.

She worked in a factory when I was a baby

and got loads of compensation money

because she cut the end of her finger off on a machine.

So now we've got dead nice carpets,

but one finger is shorter than the rest.

- Is it your first time? - Yeah.

You'll be all right.

Be over before you know it.

How old are you?

16.

You sure you want to do this, yeah?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

The bog.

Thought you were asleep?

Yeah, but then I remembered... we're rich!

Oi, half of that's mine!

Is it?

Yeah.

Come and get it, then!

Ah! OK, OK, OK, OK! I give up! I give up! I give up!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

- What? - Nowt.

Oh, my God, have I got morning breath?

- Have I? Do I smell? Do I? - No. No!

What?

I just... I just really like you.

I really like you.

OK, good, cos...

cos actually, I think I love you.

We've only just met.

Yeah,

but you're special, aren't you?

Do you say that to all the girls?

You done it before?

Do you want to?

Oh, fucking shove it in before I change my mind.

Don't do that.

So how long have you been doing this, then?

Started when I were about 13.

Used to go cruising in the park.

What's cruising?

Er, hanging about. Looking for summat.

So do you like it?

Sometimes, yeah.

I'm getting past it now. I'll be 20 next month.

That's well old for a rent boy.

How old are you? Really?

I told you.

16.

OK, fine, I'm 15.

But I promise you, I am smarter than most adults.

Wish I were jailbait again.

- What are you going to do now you're past it? - Don't know.

My mate runs a bar.

And I've got regulars that'll keep seeing me, so...

They take me on holiday sometimes.

- Really? That's so cool. - Yeah.

They took me to Spain last year.

Oh, my God, I've never been abroad!

What? What, never?

No, me mum, she did a Shirley Valentine and went to live in Turkey

when I were nine, but I've never left England.

Why'd she leave?

Er, don't know.

Said she couldn't cope with me, so I had to live with my dad.

Said I was out of control.

Were you?

Do I strike you as easy to control?

Do your mam and dad know you're gay?

Yeah.

My dad kicked me out when I told him.

I was 16. Not spoken to him since.

Don't worry about me.

Got my moped, got my job.

And now I've got a cheeky fucker who asks too much!

Why are you being so nice to me?

Why shouldn't I?

Well, did you mean what you said earlier?

Yeah.

Why?

Because I think I love you too.

Yous two decided what yous havin'?

Do you know what? I think we have.

Well, I'm not being funny, but I'm not a bloody mind-reader, love.

I don't just love Max Locksley.

I am in love with him.

I know it's not how it's meant to be, how we met and that.

Some would say he's taking advantage of me.

And maybe he is, but he'd better fucking carry on

as far as I'm concerned.

It's forbidden love! Like Romeo and Juliet.

They were our age.

And that's meant to be one of the greatest love stories ever, innit?

I've only got eyes for Max these days.

So when are you going to take me up Notts, then, on a proper night out?

- You're too young, Byron. - Too young for what?

To get past the bouncers.

You ever done a pill?

Fuck off, don't laugh at me. Have you?

- Yeah. - What? - More than one.

Well, what's it like?

Oh, it's hard to explain.

It's not just the rush, right? It's the music.

The vibe. Everyone buzzing their tits off.

You can just go and hug a stranger in Shangri-La. No-one gives a fuck!

Shangri-La?

Club night, innit? NG2K.

Great, well, you're taking me. End of story.

Nah.

It won't work. And I don't want to get you in trouble, so...

You mean you don't want me to get YOU in trouble.

Look, I've got to watch my back in Notts, all right?

Let's... let's go Mansfield on Friday instead.

Meet me at the bus station at 12?

Smanfa, he's proper fit.

He's like someone you'd see off the telly.

Honestly, he gives me major David Beckham vibes.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Byron, get down 'ere now! I want a word with you.

Smanfa, I've got to go. OK, yeah, bye, bye, bye.

Now!

What have you been doing, Byron?

What do you mean?

I found that in the bin - blood all over it.

Did you hit him back?

How many times have I told you? You've got to stick up for yersen.

People know me round here.

I can't have...

The fuck is that on your face?

Oh, it's... I, er...

I had paint... I had art at school.

Fucking paint.

Next time, you better fuckin' stick up for yourself.

- Do you hear me? - Yes, Dad.

Do you fucking hear me? Wash it.

Now!

What do you think? Think I scrub up well?

Byron?

Oh, my God, you're always on your bloody phone! Byron!

- You look beautiful. - You didn't even look!

You've got very beautiful lips!

Who are you texting all the time?

You got a girlfriend?

No.

No fucking credit either.

What about a boyfriend?

No.

Looks like you have, though.

Terry. Mickey. Bobby.

- It's how I get rid of 'em. - But why do you keep 'em?

You know, if you did have a girlfriend,

you can talk to me about it. I'd like to know.

Thanks.

Hey. Are you having doubts?

No. I'm just nervous.

- How can you be nervous? - I can't do these...

One of 'em always looks like a girl, so why don't they just marry a girl?

But what about the one who looks like a girl?

What's he meant to do?

Hi, this is Max. Leave a message.

Hi, this is Max. Leave a message.

And just like that, he were gone.

Oi! Byron the Bender.

Oi! Why are you walking like a girl?

Did you look at his knob?

Did you? Did you look at my knob?

If you ever try it on with me, I'll fucking kill you.

If I ever feel like I want to try it on with you,

I'll fucking kill myself.

Oi, soft lad! Get 'ere.

You called him?

It were either him or the police.

- Just want to talk to you about the bullying. - Come 'ere.

I said, come 'ere.

Go easy.

- Look, it's fine. It were just some lads. - All right.

Did you hit 'em back?

Nah.

Yeah, but it's fine, I just... I just want to...

I've told you to stand up for yersen.

Oi, I'm talking to you!

Why didn't you smack 'em back?

Yeah...

Dad, if someone punches me, they might leave me alone then.

But if I hit 'em back,

they're just going to keep on fucking smackin' me.

Not if you knock 'em out.

Not just stand there like a great big fucking poof.

I don't want to get dragged down to their level.

I've told you before and I'm telling you now,

next time someone hits you, you hit 'em back twice as hard. Yeah?

Stop acting like a fucking girl!

- Don't! - Move out of my fucking way!

- Just don't... - Move. Shut up! - Don't fucking touch him! - Shut up!

What the fuck are you going to do next time someone hits you?

- Nothing. - What are you going to do?

- Nothing. - What are you going to fucking do?

Take your hands off him! You don't need to fucking touch him.

Fucking swear to God!

What are you going to do? What the fuck are you going to do?

- Just leave it now! - What are you going to do?

Go on, fucking smash my head in if you like!

Kill me! But I would rather die than be like you!

Why can't you be fucking normal?

You think the whole fucking world revolves around you.

Just do as you please all the time.

You're a problem child.

Stop it now.

I'm a problem child, am I? There's summat wrong with me.

I ain't got a problem. I AM a problem.

But this is great news. Cos if there's summat wrong with me,

why should I even try to be good?

I can be and do whatever the fuck I want.

And what I want - what I really, really want

is to get out of this dump.

And everyone else can go fuck themselves.

- Do you think I'll find him? - I don't know, babes.

But isn't this a bit extreme? Maybe he's just run out of credit.

- He's on contract. - Maybe his charger's broken.

No, Smanfa, it's been days. Owt could have happened to him.

Please text me.

- I will, if I don't end up murdered. - I'll be up all night worrying!

How much trouble could I get into?

Babes, you could get into trouble locked in a padded cell by yersen!

Smanfa, I've got to do this.

Promise you'll not lose your phone and get bummed without a condom!

I'm not going to get fucking bummed, full stop!

Promise, then!

Oh, my God, babe. You're being ridiculous.

Fine!

Look, promise I won't get drunk, lose my phone

and get bummed without a condom!

Come on.

Bye!

♪ It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet

♪ You still want me, don't you?

♪ It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet

♪ Cos I can see through you

♪ It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet

♪ I'll live for you

♪ I'd die for you

♪ Do what you want me to... ♪

I like your outfit.

What's your name?

Lady Die.

What, like Princess Diana?

Exactly! But it's Die with an E, babes.

Oh, my mommar's a Joe with an E, like a man!

Oh, yeah?

Is your mommar a transsexual?

What's a transsexual?

You'll soon find out in here, duckie!

♪ It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet... ♪

Max!

Max! Where have you been? Are you OK?

What? What's wrong?

Max?

Max!