Cruel Summer

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(dramatic logo music)

(moody atmospheric music)

- Julia!

Don't let him get away!

(woman pants)

(teenager groans)

(moody orchestral music)

(dark orchestral chord)

- [Woman] I know all about

Sarah.

Why have you not told

me anything about Sarah?

Do you know what, I'm

just so sick and fed up

of your f***ing lies all the

time!

You're just always lying

to me, all the time!

- Listen.

- No.

I don't wanna hear

anything anymore, alright?

No!

F*** you!

F*** you, just get out

of my f***ing house!

- [Man] Well, f*** you!

(knocks)

- You alright, Danny?

Can we come in, love?

You all set, then?

- Excited, son?

- [Mom] We need to do something

about this mop of yours son.

- Long hair will help me

stay warm during cold nights.

- You're not climbing

Mount Everest, Dan.

- I have to be prepared

for all eventualities,

especially when dealing with

such unpredictable environments

in which there will be no

one but myself to depend on.

- I don't doubt that you're

prepared, hon.

Mr. Precaution, aren't you?

Here, take this.

(melancholic piano music)

I've put my number in on

speed-dial.

Press that one, then that one.

If you want to take a picture,

you press that one, okay?

This is for that sleeping bag

you want.

- That's not for arcade games.

It's for that sleeping bag,

okay?

- [Danny] Yeah.

- Forgetting something?

- Thank--

- Thank you.

- [Mom] Now give your mom

a kiss.

- Come on.

Grab your stuff.

I'll drop you in town.

Yeah?

- Yeah.

- The f***ing cheek of it,

though.

- Look, she ain't worth you

getting all heated up over.

- [Man] She's saying I shagged

that f***ing Sarah Reynolds

or whatever her name is, as if

I'd shag that, she's hangin'.

- I thought you did?

- No, I didn't,

that's what I'm saying.

- [Woman] Yeah but to be fair,

you have been f***ing around,

though, with other girls.

- Yeah, but...

Whose side are you on anyway?

- Yours, obviously.

Look, will you sit down?

You're making me nervous.

(man sighs)

What, you gonna cry now?

- No, obviously not, I'm just

pissed off.

- You're too soft, Nick.

- What're you talking about?

- You doted on Lisa,

hand and foot,

and you're just gonna let

her dump ya just like that?

- Yeah, well I can't get

back with her, can I?

She says it's over proper

this time.

- I'll f*** her up for ya,

if you like.

Never did like her.

What did you see in her anyway?

She ain't all that.

- [Nick] Don't know,

she's, well, she's clever,

not like the usual rats

you get stuck with.

(sighs)

- You think she's

little-miss-f***ing-perfect,

don't ya?

You don't know her at all.

- [Nick] Oh, and you do, do ya?

- Well, I know she's not

as sweet

and innocent as she makes out.

- What're you talking about?

- Don't worry.

- No.

Tell me.

- Well, you know that she

said that you were her first?

You know, that she was a virgin?

- Yeah, she was a virgin.

(woman chuckles)

What're you f***ing laughing at?

If you know something, tell me.

- Come on.

She'd been with lads before you.

- [Nick] How many?

How many?

- F***ing hell, I don't

know the exact number!

- [Nick] Well who, then?

- Well, I don't know.

I don't know all their names.

But I know for a fact that

she f***ed that spastic kid.

Danny Evans.

- Who?

- Danny Evans, you know,

from the school?

Everybody knows.

- That's a f***ing lie,

that's bullshit!

When's that supposed to

have happened?

- [Woman] Like, last summer.

What, she didn't tell you

about it?

- What, that she f***ed a mong?

No, she didn't.

- Look trust me, mate,

she's a slut.

- F*** off, you're a slut.

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