Wreckers Page #2

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I want you all to come in together.

I want the front line and the back line to come in together, OK?

Tell me.

He's so full-on, he's funny.

You tell me.

- One of my students is cutting herself.

- How do you know?

She told me. This is a shame, she's a bright kid.

- You have to report it.

- I don't want to get her into trouble. With her family I mean.

- You have to tell someone, David, it's a law.

- Yeah. Social services. Bit of a mixed bag.

She trusts me.

- I can't believe he hasn't brought you here.

- We did pass by once. When did David leave?

- When he was seventeen. God, it's a wreck.

- So which one was yours?

The one just around the front.

- How often have you dreamt about it?

- I've dreamt about it, all right. Watch out.

I left some old tobacco just here.

- Just look at that, oh my God, it's been there since I was fifteen.

- Aw, you can tell.

- So what was it like, you and David down the farm?

- Mixed bag.

My grandpa, he had these big shire horses, they were f***ing huge!

But really gentle. Yeah.

- Yeah. Thanks for...um....for looking after us. Appreciate it. Obliged.

- No worries.

- Hey, stranger!

- Wow! Fancy that! How are you doing?

- Hey, Dawn.

- Hi! You okay?

- Yeah. Hi, Miss Hedges!

- Say, you won any medals yet?

- Yeah, the Purple Heart.

I just gotta....

- They spit in the food.

- I'm sure they don't.

- You'll see.

- So how were they? When you were teaching them. The Johnson boys!

- Flamey brats.

Poor little chaps. Sometimes you can't help them even if you want to.

Their father beat them. Flack-fleck-giddley-geck.

Not that you could see anything.

- David never told me.

- Where is he? I like clever boys!

- But you have been torturing her.

- What?! I - she used to torture us!

- Poor old pretty, she hasn't got any kids to look after her.

- Oh that's what kids are for!

- Remember Mister Dixon?

- Sure!

- He used to beat the crap out of us - well,the lads, that is.

- Of you, you mean.

- Yeah, because I took it up for Davy.

- Oh, come on.

- What did you do to him?

He was just always the one there when everyone else turned and run;

it was always him standing like: "What?! It wasn't me! It wasn't me! I didn't do it!"

'Till he sent you away.

He had his pale impostor.

- Ten years ago, Dawn.

- Oh, give or take.

Far from the prying eyes of the state.

Banged his head against the wall.

Yeah, that's why I work looking after the troubled kids.

That's why I joined the f***ing army.

- Hey, remember that time you held my head in the water trough? I tell you, I almost choked.

- No!

- Yeah.

- Where was David?

- I remember that.

- I don't know, elsewhere.

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