We Are Monster

Pathetic.

Crying and whining.

MOTHER:
What's wrong with you?

I fucking saw you...

Chatting to that darkie

from your work...

God's sake, it were nothing...

Fucking darkie was touching you!

- You some sort of slut?

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Putting it out to darkies now,

are ya?

- (SLAPPING)

- FATHER:
Shit!

(BOYS SOBBING)

Shut it, you little rats!

(FATHER WHIPPING)

(BOYS SOBBING)

(WHIPPING CONTINUES)

Fucking cunt.

ALTER EGO:
That's it.

You're getting it.

We'll show 'em.

But we got some

educating to do first.

Need to show you everything.

Take a seat.

Here.

What is it?

Our mum...

She did nowt.

Yeah.

Fuckin' nowt.

Never did nothing

for us, did she?

As bad as Dad, she was.

You see her? Our mum?

MOTHER:
I'll send you away,

be done with you.

Wetting the bed,

for f*ck's sake!

At your age!

You dirty, little shit!

A right fucking picture of

love and tenderness, eh?

Done it again, has he?

I'll fucking do ya,

teach you not

to ever wet your bed.

You hear me, you little shit?

FATHER:
I'll f*ck you up.

(VOICE ECHOING) Yeah?

How 'bout this?

(FATHER SLAPPING)

(GRUNTING)

(FATHER SHOUTING)

What was it that psychiatrist

said about her?

Don't remember.

No.

You mean, you don't

want to remember.

We've spoken before about your mummy,

haven't we, Robert?

Do you feel happy when

you're with your mum?

(PLAYING WITH TOY)

Robert?

Robert?

Yeah, better that way.

For now.

You ain't ready.

It's just me

and you.

No, I don't need no one.

I survived by myself, didn't I?

What, like you did in Hindley

once Trav got done?

Do me a fucking favor...

That were us, you know.

And were all our fault.

Were it?

Let me show you, lad.

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

AVERILL:
F*ck are

you looking at?

Fucking looking, eh?

ALTER EGO:
Look at Averill.

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