Tormented Page #5
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- Year:
- 2009
- 91 min
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Now, how does this relate
to the representation
of the supernatural in the play?
One second, Helena. So, it works
on two levels. So, Heckerty...
Huh? Oh, you want me to take
the site down, do you?
OK. OK, Bradley, yeah, yeah.
No problems. I'll get right round to it.
Right round to it. After a... That!
Karate chop to your neck, huh?
What's that? You can't breathe? How
about a little slap around your cheeks?
Huh, f*** you, Bradley White,
you little b*tch, with your little willy.
Huh? I f***ing hate you.
I'm worth 100 Bradleys! That's right.
The Nas isn't scared of you.
Ugh!
We're very concerned
that bullying may be a contributory factor
in the incident with the Mullet boy.
That is why I am personally
overseeing the implementation
of a new anti-bullying initiative.
And as the cornerstone
of our new strategy, we are using these.
Visualisations of mission statements
arising from the ethos strand
of the school development programme.
Hey kid, go tell Swanny that
the Head wants to see Jason Banks.
Tell her yourself.
do as you're told.
- Kids these days! No f***ing respect.
- I blame the schools.
Hmm.
Listen everybody, there is a screw
missing from the guillotine guard,
so it is very, very dangerous.
- Miss.
- Yes?
- The Head wants to see Jason Banks.
- Right.
Well, well, well. If it isn't Jizzum Wanks.
Oh, God's f***ing bollocks.
Oh.
Oh. Huh?
Bradley.
Huh!
Hey, Bradley?
Hey, Bradley, that's not funny.
Bradley!
No, no.
Someone, help. Someone, help!
Someone help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Someone!
No, no.
Help me!
We think that it is vital
an outlet for their creative energies.
Well, he certainly
seems to be enjoying his music.
Obviously, it's something
with a good beat.
Where is he?
Must have gone outside.
Tag. You're it.
F*** me, I'm out of breath.
Now, what I was trying to say was
how sorry I am
that Mullet decided to top himself.
Bit selfish of him, really,
leaving Mr Jizzy No-Mates here.
Not even one fat spaz to call a friend.
You bastard.
Ah, you're a plucky little f***er,
aren't you?
Ah! Now.
Mullet is dead.
Which means
he can't be sending me texts.
I don't think you get a signal up there.
I can't even get a signal in the bogs.
Exactly.
Now, pretending to be Shrek
risen from the dead ain't a bad gag.
Give me his phone
and, er... we'll call it quits.
- I haven't got his phone.
- Jason, Jason, Jason.
You're only hurting yourself, mate.
It's from Mullet.
- It can't be.
- Who's doing this, Brad?
"Who's doing this, Brad?"
How the f*** do I know who's doing it?
Brad, it wasn't him.
I don't give a f***.
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