Broken Page #4

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No.

You look like a lesbian.

What does a lesbian look like?

Kind of ugly.

(JED) Oi, Skunk!

(MRS BUCKLEY) No, but just stop

them taking him.

Dave, why don't you

just go in there and do something?

- (MR BUCKLEY) Calm down. I'm really...

- Sort it out, for Christ's sake.

(SUNRISE) He's coming!

(MRS BUCKLEY) Rick, Rick.

You've done nothing wrong, Rick.

Here he is.

(SASKIA) Get the straitjacket.

(MRS BUCKLEY) Stop it!

(SUNRISE) Lock him up!

(MRS BUCKLEY) Rick! Rick! I love you.

Put him in a padded f***ing cell,

the psycho.

(SUNRISE) Cut his knob off.

(SASKIA) Feed it to him.

(SUNRISE) His donkey f***ing knob!

Hee-haw, hee-haw!

(SASKIA LAUGHS)

(KASIA) Jed.

(JED) Has Rick gone mental?

(KASIA) Shut up and go inside.

Where are you going?

(JED) He's coming in to play Xbox.

(KASIA) No, he's not.

Bye-bye.

Off you go back to your halting site.

(DILLON) I ain't no pikey.

(JED) That's racist, Kasia.

- Sorry, mate. She's Polish.

- (KASIA) Skunk!

- Bye.

- You don't look like a lesbian.

No? So why'd you say I did, then?

- I don't know.

- Because I'm ugly?

No, you're not.

You're really pretty.

- Am I?

- (LAUGHS) No. You're ugly.

(DILLON) See ya.

(MR BUCKLEY) Well, sitting outside his

bedroom door all day's not gonna help.

It's that kind of babying...

- (MRS BUCKLEY) Babying?

- Yes.

You don't know whether you're coming

or going. Look at yourself.

When did you last have a shower?

- Our son is sick.

- Give him a break.

- Our son needs to know I'm here!

- Calm down... Well, I'll...

Please, don't. Please, don't.

(MR BUCKLEY)

Rick, get out of this room!

Rick, open this door.

If you don't open this door...

I'm... Rick, I'm coming in, you...

- (TEARING)

- Ah!

(MR BUCKLEY)

I asked the doctor they had there

how long they could keep him in,

and, uh...

he said, indefinitely.

- Right.

- Is that true?

Well, um...

if a patient's been sectioned,

they have the right to keep them in

as long as they see fit.

(MR BUCKLEY) I see.

(ARCHIE) I'm sorry, Dave.

(SKUNK) What's it like?

I don't know. I don't know.

Is it like

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?

(MOANING)

- Stop it!

- Wait, hang on. You saw that?

(JED) Kasia fell asleep

in front of the telly one night.

Oh, my God. Was she drinking?

- (TUTS)

- What? I'm joking.

- Ooh.

- (SKUNK) They cut a part

- of his brain out.

- (MIKE) Who?

- McMurphy.

- (MOANING)

- Stop it!

- (KASIA) Jed.

(MIKE) Look, listen, that is not

gonna happen to Rick, okay?

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- How do you know?

- Because I just know.

That sort of stuff, you know,

it just isn't...

- (MOANS)...done any more.

- Ugh. Stop it.

All right,

let's go and make these things fly.

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