Jasper Jones

1

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, f*** off, Cong!

- Oh, sh*t.

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 sh*t 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.

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