Just Jim Page #2

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Domino, Domino

You're a devil

designed lo torment me

When your heart must know

How I love you so

Tell me why, tell me why

Why do you make me cry, Domino

Nothing matters

If I have you

Hey.

(Lighter clicks)

I'm Dean, your new neighbour.

You're American.

That's right.

You look scared.

Iam scared. I'm high.

I can't feel my fingers.

The key is to just ride it out.

Why don't you try laughing?

Laugh with me.

(Laughs)

Here, come on, laugh.

(Laughs)

- You want a beer?

- No. Are you a pervert?

No. Are you?

No, obviously.

Just don't come near me, OK'?

- Cos that would be a mistake.

- Would it?

Yeah. My family are trained killers.

Sounds fair enough.

- And we have guns.

- Do you?

No, but I know people.

I could gel one. I could gel a gun.

OK.

So, what do you do

around here for fun?

(Jim) Um, I play my computer games

and stuff.

(Dean) What kind of stuff'?

(Jim) Mainly I just play

my computer games.

I mean, I used to go to the cinema

as well, but I'm banned.

I used to have a dog,

but he ran away.

No sh*t'?

You know, I had a dog

that ran away too.

Yeah'? Well, they run away to die.

What are you doing here?

Well, you know, I had to get away.

I mean, I felt like

life was passing me by,

and there was nothing

I could do to stop it.

Yeah, life sucks.

Well, it depends

what you make of it.

If you sil around

feeling sorry for yourself, yeah.

Do you believe in God'!

No.

I think if he exists,

he needs to give me a break.

Maybe you just need to man up a bit,

instead of being a little b*tch.

Follow the track through the fields,

down past the river,

then back to the finishing line.

Any questions?

- Are you a p*ssy?

- No, sir.

- Are you'!

- No, sir.

- Jack'?

- Yes, sir. I don't have my gym kit.

On three, everyone say Jack is a p*ssy.

One, two, three.

(All) Jack's a p*ssy.

Ha-ha, hey!

What's happening, sh*t pants?

Stop where you are.

Take a bath, you smelly f***.

Every time I see you,

you look depressed.

I am depressed.

Come on,

let's get the f*** out of here.

(Tyres screech)

- I stole from here once.

- Really'!

What did you steal?

Just a knife.

That's pretty f***ed-up.

Yeah.

- Seriously?

- I know.

Girls?

You don't want

to die nameless, do you?

- No.

- No!

OK, see, the key...

is to be mysterious but also open.

Hey, girls.

Seen you here a few times before.

Er, what are you...

What are you doing here... this time?

Buying food.

Buying food, yeah.

My... my name's Jim.

I'm, er... a male.

I'm legal, of legal age.

- And, er...

- (Dean) What the f*** are you doing'!

I had a dog once, but he's dead.

And I'm up for most things.

I'm mysterious, but I'm open.

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