Pure Scum (2025) Movie Script
1
- All right.
Here's your fucking
barbecue sauce HSP.
- Good lad.
So what's the plan for tonight?
- Well, I reckon
we hit Jacko's for a bit
and probably just
cruise from there.
- Do we have to go
to the party?
- Why?
It's Jacko.
- Who we haven't spoken to
in, like, a year.
- All right, well--
- Over a year.
- All right, I would--
I would at least like
to make an appearance.
Besides, you're making
a fucking killing.
What?
- What?
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I--yeah, it's fine.
Yeah, you're right.
It's worth having a look at.
- You know Amy will be there.
- Fuck off.
- You did fucking like her,
didn't you?
- Mate, we're--
- I knew it. I knew it.
- Mate, we're talking
ancient history.
- So what?
- She's got a boyfriend now,
I think.
- Who?
- Get this--
Ryan Simmons.
- Fuck off.
- Mm-hmm.
- That fucking drop kick?
- Yeah.
- Mate, you run rings
around Ryan Simmons.
- You reckon?
- Yeah.
If that's the type
of guy she's into,
you're definitely gonna
get a chance.
- Now, you're keen,
aren't you?
- Fuck off, cunt.
- You are keen.
You know I fucked her
once, right?
- No, you didn't.
- I did.
A couple of years ago
at a park or something.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, why?
- Fuck. No, you didn't.
- I'm dead serious.
- No, you didn't.
- Yeah, I did.
- Amy?
- Amy.
I'm kidding. Relax.
- No.
- It was just a blowie.
- Jesse.
I'm fucking with you.
- It's not funny.
- OK.
- Hey, I wanted to talk
to you about something.
All right, so I've been
thinking, and...
- Uh-oh.
- I--yeah, I reckon
that I might--
like, maybe next semester,
I might try to do,
like, a--like,
a uni course part-time.
- OK.
- OK.
Well, yeah, fuck it.
- Congratulations.
- I don't know, like, I did--
- He's fucking figured
it all out.
- I did well in--
I did pretty all right in VCE.
So I figured I could probably
get into, like,
Deakin or La Trobe or--
yeah.
- Really?
- I reckon.
- Well, go ahead, mate.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
This is your life.
Piss it away at uni.
I don't give a shit.
- Well, no, it's not
pissing it away, like, at all.
- Oh, it is.
Like, it's, like,
three years down the toilet.
- Yeah, I know.
But it's--
- You asked me for my opinion,
so I'm giving it to you.
- Well, I didn't actually.
- What are you gonna study?
- Uh...
probably something
in computers.
- Computers?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I like computers.
Or maybe, like, business.
- Sounds like you've
got it all figured out.
- It's just an idea, Jess.
Don't be such a fucking a pain.
- Also, why would you need
a business degree when you
are already an entrepreneur?
- I just want something
to fill my days, you know?
- Get a job.
- Just something.
- Get a job.
- No, I don't want a job, Jess.
- Get a job like everyone else.
Ask one of these
fuckers over here.
- No, I don't--
- Hey, Jimmy, are you hiring?
- Jesse, I wasn't asking.
- He just gave me a nod.
- I wasn't asking.
- He gave me a nod.
- I'm gonna do it.
- Go for it, mate.
Go for it.
- Are you gonna be OK?
- Fuck off.
What type of question's that?
Of course I'm gonna be OK.
- I don't know.
- I'm a big fucking boy.
- I just meant that--
yeah, but, like,
it'll mean we'll be
hanging out less and stuff.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- You're gonna
break up with me?
Are you breaking up with me?
- Jesse.
- Please don't.
- Jesse.
- Please, Ayden, please.
Fuck off.
Who gives a fuck?
OK, finish the rest.
We got to go.
You haven't touched
fucking anything.
I got the barbecue sauce
on purpose,
and you haven't
touched any of it.
- Yeah, I'm getting there.
- OK, we should go.
- Do you want to finish
talking about this?
Or are we just--
- No, not particularly.
- OK.
- Just finish--take the rest.
We're going in the car.
Come on.
Fuck, mate.
Thanks, Jimmy!
- OK, rolling.
Thank you so much
for agreeing to this.
Thank you for coming
to speak to us today.
- Thank you.
- Uh, we're just gonna ask you
a couple of questions.
Hi, Max.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- How come you
decided to come in?
It's just you and me
having a conversation.
It's just you and me.
It's just you and me.
- OK.
- Even though there's all these
cameras around and--
- A lot of cameras.
- Set everything up.
- We'd--we'd like to correct
some of the misinformation
that's been going around.
- Such as?
- What am I doing here?
- You were good friends
with Jesse and Ayden.
- Oh, I mean,
I was friends with Jesse.
"Good friends" would be
a bit of a stretch.
- What was your relationship
like with Ayden?
- Well, we were family friends.
We were quite--
quite close for a bit.
And then we drifted apart
around the start of high school.
- Ayden sort of just
tagged along.
- Well, he was a great kid,
well-behaved.
He really liked school.
Yeah, I mean, just a pleasure
to be around.
- Ayden.
Ayden. Hey.
Hey!
- I'm gonna puke.
- Huh? What?
Oh, my God.
- Come on, we got to go.
- Yeah.
- It'll be OK, huh?
- OK.
- We got to go.
Fuck.
- Can you run?
- I don't know.
- Fuck.
All right,
we're gonna go, mate.
On the count of 3, OK?
- Yeah.
- 3, 2, 1.
- Maria, are you ready to go?
OK, rolling?
OK.
So, Maria, could you tell me
a bit about your daughter?
- Wait, stop.
Stop.
Stop.
I can't breathe.
- Ayden, we need to move!
- I can't breathe.
I can't!
- Get up!
- I can't.
I fucking can't.
- Fuck, get up!
- I can't.
Just go!
Just go!
I can't breathe.
- Fuck!
- I can't breathe.
God, fuck it.
Just go.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Just go.
- Here, here.
Here, this--here, here.
More, more, more.
- You fucking took it all
at the party.
- Fuck!
I'm gonna jump.
- No, no, no.
Stop it. Stop it.
Shut the fuck up!
- Is the other guy dead?
Is the other guy dead?
- I don't know.
Fuck, yeah.
- We're fucked.
We are fucked.
- You already said that.
You said that.
- Every time I breathe,
it feels like fire.
- Oh, shit.
- Your head's bleeding.
- Let's keep running.
- Where?
- I don't know.
I don't fucking know, Jesse.
- OK, we'll just--
- I mean, to another
fucking country if we have to!
- Fine.
All right, well, just--
- Far away!
- We need to fucking hide.
That's what we need to do.
We can hide at my place.
- OK, yeah, good.
- That's better.
We can hide at my place.
Do you understand?
- Yeah, OK.
- We can go to mine.
- No, no, bad idea.
We'd be fucked.
- We'll be fucked anyway.
Do you understand?
Hey, listen,
we have to keep going.
Brother, look at me.
We have to keep moving.
Do you understand?
We'll get a drink.
How about we
fucking get a drink, hey?
Let's just get a drink.
Fuck it. Fuck it.
What else do we have
to lose, right?
We'll just keep moving.
- I got to go home.
- No, you're not gonna go home.
You're not gonna go anywhere.
You're staying here.
- Yeah, all right.
- You're staying here.
Swear!
- Yeah.
- Swear you're not gonna
fucking leave me here.
- All right, all right,
I fucking swear, Jesus.
Fucking Jesus.
- What if he
had a life, man?
- The guy?
- Yeah, what happens if he had,
like, kids and shit?
- No.
Don't--don't think
about that shit.
- Do you know
what culpable driving is?
- No.
- Well, you should.
Your dad's a fucking lawyer.
- Oh, he does wills.
- Well, it's bad.
Ayden, it's fucking bad.
- Right, and we did it?
- Yeah, I think so.
- OK, so what is it?
Like, jail?
- Yes, it's jail.
- We're actually so fucked.
- Come on, you got
to stop saying that.
Listen, no one knows
what we look like.
- Whose--whose--
whose name is the car under?
- My dad's.
- So you lied?
- Does that really
fucking matter?
- No, no, it doesn't matter
because we're fucked either way!
- He's overseas.
Who gives a fuck?
- Who gives a shit?
- Hey, are you gonna
get me arrested tonight?
Are you gonna freak out?
Are you gonna get me
arrested tonight?
I will fucking kill you.
- Please.
- Do you understand?
- Jesse.
- Do you understand?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I don't know.
He just started hanging out
with us one day.
And Jesse really
liked him, so yeah.
- So Jesse was sort of
the leader, then?
- No, it wasn't like that.
I could have got rid
of Ayden if I wanted,
but I mean,
he was a good laugh.
And, uh, we'd make him do shit
and he wouldn't complain
about it.
And so we just kept him around.
I don't know.
We sort of went with it.
- What sort of things
would you make Ayden do?
- Oh.
Sort of--
- Oi!
You busy?
Look, I'd fuck her.
- Yeah, I bet you would, mate.
I have no doubt about that.
- Yeah, isn't she, like, 50?
- That's why they call it
a fucking MILF, mate.
- I don't see it.
- It's a bit
fucking gross, Jess.
- Please.
And plus, she teaches math.
Out of all fucking subjects,
it's, like, the least sexy.
- No, he's, like, turned on
by numbers and shit.
Like, fucking solve that
equation for me, Mrs. Benson.
- Yeah, fucking calculate
the square root of pi.
Please, please!
- That's him.
- That's him. Yeah, that is him.
All right, off you go, Ayden.
- Oh, funny.
- Nah, go for it, mate.
- Jesse, no.
- Fuck it.
Why not?
You said you would
crack her, didn't you?
- What?
I'm fucking with you, mate.
Relax.
- No, no.
- Take a breath.
- No, no, no.
- No, I'll do it.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I've done it before.
- No, you haven't last time.
- Well, no,
I haven't, but, like,
it can't be that hard, right?
- Jesse.
- Give him a crack.
Let him have a go.
- Yeah, give the kid a crack.
- Give him a fucking crack.
- Mate, we're the same age.
- Fucking let him
go for it, mate.
- All right.
- Yeah. Give him a crack.
All right.
Well, you know,
it should be 250.
- Half a bag.
- Yes.
- OK?
- OK or not?
- Yeah, no.
- All right, cool.
- It's easy, man.
- Yeah.
- It's easy.
You're gonna go and sit
in the passenger side.
- Mm.
- Give him the money.
- Mm-hmm.
- He gives you the shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Give it a smell,
have a little taste,
and you piss off.
- A little taste.
- Hey, don't fuck this up.
- Whoa.
Just relax.
Don't be stressed.
Have a good time, brother.
Have a good time.
- All right, here we go.
- Hide the money.
- He'll be fine.
Hide the money, fuckwit.
- Sorry.
- Jesus Christ.
- Just floundering over there.
- Hey.
- Who are you?
- Uh, Jackson sent me.
- Yeah, right,
you're not Jackson.
- I'm not.
He's, uh--he's just--
just in the car behind.
- Mm-hmm.
What do you want?
- Oh, just a--a half bag.
- Cash?
- Yeah.
There you are.
- You're short.
- What do you mean?
- You're short.
- That's 250.
Half bag's 250.
- I'm fucking with you, mate.
- Oh.
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
- Relax a bit.
- This it?
- All right. Off you pop.
- All right, cheers.
Oh, actually,
can you do something for me?
- What do you want, mate?
- Just a small favor.
- So what do you think
of him, boys?
- I don't like him.
What the fuck?
- Oi! Get back here, cunt!
- What the fuck?
- What?
- Fucking drive.
- Go, go!
- What the fuck happened?
- He fucking said that
I shortchanged him.
- What?
- What the fuck?
- Yeah no, he said it was,
like, 400 this time.
- What?
- Tried to scam me.
- So you stole it?
- Well, did--did you
want it or not?
You're fucking crazy, mate.
- You're a fucking menace, eh?
- Fuck yeah!
Whoo!
- So it's your dad's car, then?
- Oh, fuck off.
Here we fucking go.
- I'm curious.
- Uh, yeah, it's my dad's car.
Sure. Fine.
We'll go with that.
- Yeah.
- Does that make you happy?
- Yeah, but...
why would you lie about that?
- Because, like, it's not--
- 'Cause--
- You never--you--
look, shut the fuck up, please.
I'm trying to enjoy myself, OK?
- OK.
- All right?
- Just say you want
to talk like top shit.
- Oh, fuck off.
- Mate.
- Fuck off.
- Just say it.
- No, cunt.
Fuck off.
- Just say it.
- No.
No, it's not true.
- I don't believe it.
- Fuck off.
- I don't--I don't believe it.
- Mate.
- You can't even
fucking say it.
- Mate, it's my car.
It's just under my dad's name.
- You're lying again.
- I'm not lying.
- No, you just told me
an out-and-out lie to my face.
You're a fucking sociopath.
- Careful.
- We're mates.
You're supposed to be able
to tell me this kind of shit.
Oh, right.
You don't want to tell
your best mate.
- I own the car, Ayden.
- All right.
You own the car.
You own the--
You own the fucking car.
- You just want to go back
to the cops?
- Um...
- Ah!
I got you again, cunt.
I saw your face.
I saw your fucking face.
Fuck, I'm starting
to feel it come.
- Oh, you're
feeling it, are you?
- Yeah, a fucking little bit.
- Yeah? Yeah?
- I feel gacked, mate.
Fuck me.
- Hey, you know what, mate?
- What?
- It's starting to hit me too.
- Fuck yeah!
Fuck yeah!
- Fuck it.
Let's just dance.
- Yeah?
- Let's go to Rats.
- Fuck yeah!
- Fucking forget about this.
- Yeah!
- Fuck it.
We'll just forget about it.
Let's fucking go.
All right, get your shit.
- Yeah.
- Oh, fuck.
- Let's fucking do it.
Let's fucking do it.
- You want to go for it?
- Yeah, fuck it.
- All right.
- I'm gonna puke
from the stress.
- Or the fucking HSP
we had earlier.
What the fuck was that?
- Yeah, it's a story,
but I'll tell you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck?
The fuck? It's Squiddy.
There you go, mate.
Long time no fucking see.
You look good, brother.
How are you, mate?
You remember me, don't you?
- Jesse, I can't talk
right now.
- Of course you can, mate.
Oi, boys, this man here
used to be a fucking legend.
- Jesse, Jesse,
now's a bad time.
- What do you mean
now's a bad time?
- Max, all good?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- "Max"?
Who the fuck's Max?
- Jesse, maybe just
leave him alone.
- Have a good night, mate.
- All right.
Take it easy.
See you later, boys.
What the fuck is that?
- So no part of you feels sorry
for what happened?
- Did I fucking say that?
- Careful with the swearing.
- Sorry.
Look, to be completely honest
with you, I was pissed.
I had a lot of respect
for Jesse.
And they got
really fucking unlucky.
And instead of owning it,
they made stupid decision
after stupid decision.
- Oi.
Hey, hey, hey.
Mate, you carrying, mate?
- Fuck off.
- Off with you, dickhead.
- Oh, just a little taste.
- Fuck off, son.
- Just a little fucking--
- Fuck off!
Oi! Fuck off!
- Suck my dick,
you fucking cock head!
- No, thanks.
- Fuck, mate.
- Anyway, so, like,
what I'm saying
is, like, in 30 years'
fucking time--
- Oh, God, he's following us.
- Holy fuck.
- Shit, he's coming.
Wait, what do we do?
- Let's go.
Come on, fuckwit.
Let's go.
- Oh, shit. What's he doing?
- Let's go, fuckwit. That's it.
Come on. Come on.
Fuck.
- I'm not fucking
scared of you!
- Come on.
There you go.
Come on.
- You think I'm fucking
scared of you?
- Well, come on, then,
show me you're not fucking
scared of me, you fucker!
Yeah, there you go!
Ah, you're getting mad.
- You think because
you're a big kid,
I'm fucking scared of you.
- Oh! Oh! You see that? Ooh!
- You fucking crackhead.
You cunt.
- Oh, he got mad!
- I'll fucking drop you, cunt!
- Come on. Let's go.
- Fuck all you.
- Well, cunt,
I'm waiting for you, mate.
I'm waiting for you, mate.
- Come on, come on.
Let me see it, right here.
Whoa-ho-ho!
How'd you like that?
Oi, sit down!
What did I say?
Hey, sit down!
What did I just say?
My God.
All right, give him a kick.
Yeah, go on.
- What, like--
- Just a kick. Give him a kick.
- Just--
- Yes, go on.
Go on.
Yeah.
That's it.
OK. All right, very good.
And again and again.
Do it like that one.
All right, all right.
OK, OK. All right.
Relax. That's enough.
That's enough.
Hey.
Look at that.
- Yeah.
- I did that.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you did, man.
- Little killer there, eh?
- Yeah.
Nah, he's--
- We should go, man.
- Do you want to call someone?
- No, no, no.
We should just go.
You still want
to go to Rats, yeah?
- Fuck yeah.
- All right, let's go.
- All right.
- Let's just go.
Got to clean you up
a little bit, mate.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.
- I'm a bit of a mess there.
- Yeah, a little bit.
- A little bit.
- At the start, we thought
Jesse would be good for him.
You know, Ayden was--
oh, look, he was a bit
lost for a while,
and then all of a sudden, he had
this new friendship group.
And we nurtured it.
- Did you know Jesse
before they started
spending time together?
- Um...
well, everyone knew him.
He--he kind of stuck
around the school
years after he graduated.
And, um, he kind of just
showed up at parties.
- I was concerned about him.
- Not at the start.
- Don't tell me
how I felt, Linda.
- No, he was king shit.
All the boys loved him.
- And the girls?
- Not my friends, uh,
thankfully.
- Why is that?
- I think you can guess.
- So we had that boy
to our house many, many times,
and he came across
as a perfectly nice kid.
He was very polite.
He was--
- He was playing us
like a fiddle.
- Yeah, well, hindsight's
a wonderful thing.
- I feel weird, mate.
- Like how?
- Weird like I just beat the
shit out of some homeless guy.
- OK, well, that's probably
'cause you did.
So relax.
- I had, like, a--
like, a Hulk-out moment,
you know?
- Yeah, it was a good laugh.
- A good laugh?
- Yeah, like, seeing you
all mad and shit.
- Fuck that guy.
- Fuck that guy.
That's right.
Fuck that guy.
Settle down.
We'll just have a good night.
We'll enjoy ourselves.
We'll go--
- Should we go back?
- What?
- Go to the cops?
- Oh, fucking relax, Ayden.
Please not now.
- No, no, no, you said go on.
You told me to fuck
that guy up.
- You're fucking
hearing voices, cunt.
- I don't feel good, Jess.
- You'll be fine, cunt.
You'll be fine.
I know exactly what you need.
- Yeah, what?
What?
Oh, yeah? You offering?
- Not me,
you fucking dickhead,
but I can help you find someone.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Hey, boys.
- Hey, mate.
How are you?
- Good, thank you.
IDs, please.
- IDs.
- Just the two of you, then?
- Yes.
- OK.
Big night?
- No.
Relatively quiet.
- There you go.
And, uh, ID, mate.
ID!
- Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
- Jesus.
Thank you.
Feeling OK?
- Yeah, mate.
Yeah.
- What's, uh, going on
with your face there, mate?
- I've got a cat.
- You got a cat?
- Yeah.
- OK.
You can head on in, mate.
- Thanks, mate.
- You can't.
- Sorry?
- You got on the wrong
shoes, mate.
- What's wrong with my shoes?
- Look, mate, you are high out
of your fucking mind right now.
Your eyes are the size
of dinner plates.
So if you don't want me to stop
being so fucking polite,
I'd turn around
and get out of this line.
Will you do that for me?
- No.
- Do I look like
a fucking idiot to you?
- Oh.
Oh, fuck it.
Let's just--
- I'll text you.
- Let's go somewhere else.
- Ayden, I'll text you.
- Take a walk.
- I'll text you.
- Take a walk.
- Dickhead, come on, let's go!
- Boys, boys,
make a fucking decision.
- I'll message you later.
Look, 10 minutes.
I'll message you later.
- What, just 'cause it's
convenient for you, right?
Is that it?
Fucking dog cunt!
Fucking dog!
- Thank you.
- Were you aware
of the way that Jesse was
treating Ayden at that time?
- No.
Well, I mean, I knew
he was selling drugs
and that his grades
were dropping.
But we didn't really talk
about that kind of stuff,
especially after school.
- What did you talk about?
- Very surface-level stuff.
- Like?
- School, parties.
We'd play "Minecraft" sometimes.
- Did he ever make you
feel uncomfortable?
- No, not--not
until that night.
Wait, that's not--
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Shit.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Ayden.
Ayden.
- What? What are you doing?
It's Jazz.
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- Uh, yeah.
- Are you out here alone?
- Uh, Jesse.
- Are you sure
you're all right?
- Uh, yeah, just spitted.
- Did you take something?
- Uh, I don't know.
- Do you need me to get help?
- No, no.
I just need a walk.
I'll be good.
- Oh, by the way, this is, um--
this is Riley.
And this is Zoe, who you might
remember from the year below.
- Hey, Ayden.
- Um, we're actually going
to a club down the road.
- Jazz, uh, we got to go.
Sorry.
- I'm just having--
- We can't--
uh, great to see you,
but we really need to go.
- Well, have
a great night, Ayden.
Uh, it was good to see you.
- Can I join you?
- Of course.
It would give us
a good chance to catch up.
Shall we head off, then?
- My, um--my legs.
- Sorry?
- Just--just give me a minute.
Just give me a minute, please.
- Jazz, who the fuck
is this guy?
- He used to be nice.
- Lead the way.
- It's crazy
running into you like this.
- Mm.
- So what you been up to?
Are you at uni?
- Taking a break right now.
- Oh, right.
And, um--and how is Jesse
these days?
- Oh, fuck him.
- OK, then.
- No, no, he's--
he's all right.
- Hey, do you remember
when we were--
- I'm sorry.
Do you mind if we just--
just walk?
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Um, we'll just catch up later.
- OK, so then let's go, yeah?
- Yeah.
Of course.
- Almost there.
Let's hurry up.
- Hey.
Hey, Ayden.
Hi, Ayden.
Uh, do you still, um--
do you still--
- What?
- Uh...
my friends and I want
to make this night a fun night
if you know what I mean.
- Uh, what?
- Um, are you--are you still,
you know, um, dealing?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, what are you after?
- Um, caps.
Do you have caps?
Jesus.
We don't need this much.
- No, just take it.
- What do I owe you?
- No, just take it.
- I need to give you
something for it.
- Take it.
- Thank you.
- No worries.
- Um, I'm honestly, um,
surprised you're still
doing this.
- Doing what?
- Uh, is it, like, the money?
- The money?
- For the drugs.
- Sorry, what was the question?
- I don't know.
It seems like--
I don't know
what I'm trying to say.
But when you were
in high school--
- You know, I really
don't need a lecture.
- OK, I just--
- I just want to fucking walk.
I just want to fucking walk.
- Mm.
OK.
- Yeah, all right.
Just--you just go on ahead.
I'll catch up.
Yeah, yeah.
It's cool.
Give me a minute.
I'll be all right. It's fine.
Keep going, then.
I'll catch up.
- Look, I didn't think
anything of it at the time.
All right?
Ayden was a bit of a sucker.
And maybe we took advantage
of that at the time.
But he seemed
relatively happy to be there.
And people wanted to buy shit
from him all of a sudden.
Girls started talking to him.
He was lapping it up.
- What about the drug use?
- This is the fucking
interview right here.
This is the story
right here, isn't it?
Excuse my French.
- Did you ever consider talking
to his parents about it?
- You're joking, right?
You're joking.
'Cause that would have
gone great.
- You know, everyone
in the paper
was going on about
his drug abuse and shit,
but it's all bullshit.
The drugs just bring out
more of what you already are.
If you're a scumbag, it makes
you an even bigger scumbag.
- You're doing the exact
same thing the police did.
- I mean, we're all probably
addicted in some way.
- It's not about the drugs.
- I turned out all right,
didn't I?
- It's about
two rich assholes
who think the world
owes them something
because they were
fucking bored.
- Oh.
- Hey.
- Hello, Jesse.
- Hi, how are you?
- Can I speak
to your mum, please?
- Um, no, she's not home
at the moment.
Sorry.
- What do you make
of this, then?
I found it under my son's bed.
- OK.
- Well, you gave it
to him, didn't you?
I'm not stupid.
We both know
what's going on here.
- I don't.
- I need you to stay
away from Ayden.
- Why?
- Because he's better
than this.
- You sure about that?
- I'm not asking you.
Do you think
I won't escalate this?
- Be my guest.
- What is wrong with you?
- Settle down.
- You're sick in the head.
You're unserious.
- Enough.
- Find someone else.
- No, thanks.
Have a good one, though.
Yeah?
- OK.
OK.
- You went to his
fucking house?
- Please don't raise
your voice at me.
- What is your fucking problem?
- Do not raise
your voice at me!
- Mom!
Mom!
I'm not a fucking child!
- Well, you're acting like one.
- Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
I hate you.
- I have given you everything.
- I fucking hate you.
- Well, that's a charming way
to speak to your mom!
- Stay out of my room, and stay
out of my fucking life!
- Hey.
Hey, matey.
You all right?
Mate, you all right?
Can you get up?
- Yeah, I'm, uh--
I'm good.
- You sure?
- Yeah, uh--
- Having a little rest,
were you?
- Yeah, uh, it's been
a bit of a rough night.
- Oh.
Yeah, and I get it.
You can't sleep here, though.
- Right, yeah. No, I get that.
I'm good, though, really.
- You sure?
You don't look good.
- Yeah, sorry,
just having a rest.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What's your name, mate?
- Jesse.
- You know how to get
somewhere, Jesse?
- Uh, I was just gonna
head home.
- That's probably
a very good idea.
- Yeah.
- You got some way
of getting there?
- Uh, well, I just thought
I'd take the tram or--
- You won't be getting
the tram this time of night.
- The train, or maybe the train.
- Or a train.
You taken something
tonight, Jesse?
- You can't ask me that.
- Yes, I can.
Have you taken
something tonight?
- What do you mean?
- What do I mean?
Pills, powders?
- I'm just gonna head home.
- No, we're not
done here, mate.
I'm gonna ask you
one more time.
Have you taken any illicit
substances tonight?
- Um...
- Answer the question.
- Yes.
- That wasn't hard, was it?
What did you take?
- MD.
- And?
- Ket.
- Is that all?
Oh, well, good.
If I was to search you,
would I find anything
in that pocket?
- No.
- You understand why I find that
very hard to believe, right?
- Yes.
- So, what,
did you just lie to me?
- Yes.
Please don't.
- Now, listen, listen.
You don't seem like
a bad kid, you know?
So what I'm about to say,
I want it to sink in.
All right, you are gonna
go home, like you said.
You're gonna take that shit
that's in your pocket
or under your bed
or in your fucking cupboard
and you're gonna
chuck it all in the rubbish,
every bit of it.
All right?
All right?
- Yes, thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me, mate.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
- Sorry.
- Well, I accept your apology.
But smarten up.
- Yeah.
- Smarten up. I mean it.
- Yes. Yes.
- Have a good night, Jesse.
Home.
- I'm going.
I lose my mind all the time
- Hey.
I swear, can't remember
- What's your name?
- Emily.
- You're fucking gorgeous.
You know that, Emily?
- I like your dance moves.
- Oh, really?
Come on.
- I'm tryna keep
my eyes off you
You're no one,
and all this time
You're barely gettin' by
It's because I know you're lyin'
It was only one night,
but I know better
Stupid of me
Course you don't
love me, love me
Course you don't love me,
love me, love me
Of course you don't love me
- You want to do a bump?
Hey.
Oh, come on.
No, no, no, no.
Come on.
Excuse me, excuse me.
- What are you doing?
You're insane.
- Take it slow.
- You like that, yeah?
- Stop.
Stop.
Get off me!
- Hey, enjoy it.
Just relax.
Help me!
Hey, hey.
Hey, look.
Hey, look--look at me, please.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
Fuck.
- A mother
and her teenage daughter
are in critical condition
after a head-on collision
outside Melbourne's CBD
earlier this evening.
Police are still hunting
for the driver
of the opposing vehicle,
who reportedly fled the scene
moments after the crash.
- No, no.
No, no, no.
No. No.
Fuck.
Shit.
Holy shit.
- What the fuck?
- Jesse?
- Hello?
- Jess, you there?
Ayden, I did something.
- Mate, I can't
fucking hear you.
- Yeah!
It's bad.
- Yeah, OK, listen,
just tell me in a sec.
I'm on my way to you right now.
All right?
So just--
- The cops are coming.
- What?
- There's a--
- Jesse,
what the fuck did you do?
- It's bad.
It's bad.
It's bad!
- Fuck.
- What was that?
What?
- The fucking homeless guy.
- What fucking homeless guy?
What do you mean?
- Jesse, I got to take care
of this shit.
- No, Ayden.
Ayden, please, please, please.
- Yeah, I have to take ca--
- Don't hang up on me, please.
- Just--I'll call you
right back.
- No, please! No, no!
- I mean it.
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
- Oh, my God, someone help!
Shit!
- Oi! Oi!
- What the fuck?
- I just need a hand
with something.
- Get out of the fucking road!
- I need a hand, mate.
- Get out of the fucking road!
- What the fuck are you--
- Oh, my God.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Oh, my God!
- Just shut up.
Just--all right.
- Please don't hurt me.
- I'm not gonna hurt you, mate.
Can you just drive, please?
- What?
- There's people behind you.
Just drive around the block.
- OK.
- Go, go, go.
- I'm driving, I'm driving,
I'm driving, I'm driving.
- Look, I'm sorry about this.
I'm a good guy, mate.
Swear to God.
- What are you--
- Look, just--
I need you to help me.
- I don't have any money.
I just--
- I don't want
your money, mate.
- Fuck!
- Yeah, oi, relax, mate.
You're gonna be fine.
What's your name?
- Chance.
- Chance.
All right, Chance.
All right, I can't
tell you my name,
but it's nice to meet you.
- You can have the car
if you want.
- I'm not exactly
in a state to drive right now.
- Can you take
the knife away, please?
- OK, shut the fuck up.
- Oh, OK.
- So you're gonna
turn left here.
- Yeah.
- And then at the other end,
you're gonna go into
this alleyway right here.
- OK. I'm going.
- All right.
- I'm going. I'm going.
- Oi, oi.
- OK.
- You're fine.
Can you just get through?
Go on through.
OK, stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
- OK.
- Stop.
OK, turn the car off.
Chance, turn off
the fucking car!
- OK, OK, OK, OK.
- OK, uh, mate,
we're not done yet.
Uh, get your phone out.
- Why are we in an alleyway?
- I'll explain it
in a fucking minute.
Just take out your phone.
You got a password?
- Yeah.
- What is it?
- 123456.
- You lying to me?
- No.
- Open it.
Good man.
All right.
OK, so here's
what's gonna happen.
Outside the car,
there's a--well, look,
there's someone outside,
and we need to get him away.
- Oh, God.
- Oi, oi, relax, mate.
Mate, oi, you're gonna be fine.
I promise you, all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Now, now, you do exactly
as I say tonight, and--
and you'll get to go home.
Because I have your phone now,
which means
I have, uh, your address,
your contacts,
your banking shit,
and I will fuck your life.
Do you understand?
Do you understand, Chance?
- Yes.
- OK.
Let's move.
Go on!
Wait, stay right there.
OK, let's do this.
- Fuck me.
- Hey.
- What the fuck is that?
- Hey, you're all right.
You're OK. It's, uh--
it's nothing, all right?
No, no, no.
No, I didn't kill him,
all right?
Just--just stop
asking questions.
- OK.
- Open the boot.
Chance, open the boot.
Fuck.
Let's give Mom and Dad
a ring, then, eh?
- I'm going to the police.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am!
- Oi!
I'll send someone!
They'll be dead before you
reach the station, mate.
- Or you can help me out here,
we go for a quick drive,
and you're on your way.
Dad's gonna fucking kill me.
- Thataboy, Chance.
There he is.
- OK.
- Oh, fuck.
Oh.
- It doesn't really fit.
- Uh, the seats go down.
- Nah, it should be all right.
- What now?
- I'm still figuring
that part out.
But we got one more stop first.
- Hello?
- Do you know what time it is?
- Jesse, are you there?
- Jess, what's going on?
Where are you?
Do you need me
to come and get you?
- Maybe.
- All right, Jesse needs me
to go pick him up.
- Jesse, where are you?
- Just tell him.
- Hello?
- OK, good news.
Everything is sorted--kind of.
But I'm still
coming to get you.
- OK.
- We'll be in the car park
in three minutes, OK?
I don't care how you do it,
just be there.
- Hey, wait.
Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, what are you
doing out here, mate?
- Uh, sorry, the girl in there,
she told me to go and, um--
- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm all good, I just--
- All right, listen, listen,
listen.
- Yep.
- Go out in front there.
Talk to the boys out there.
They'll look after you.
- OK.
Fuck.
- Mate, I thought I told you
to go around the front.
- Sorry, mate, I got lost.
- Did you just?
Put your hands behind your back.
- Give me one second.
- Put your hands behind your--
- One second.
- I'm not asking you.
- Is that him?
- I don't know
what he looks like.
- No, I'm not--
that is him.
- Who's that?
- Hey!
Ayden!
- Come on.
- Fuck, Jesse.
- That's a cop.
- Thank you, Chance.
- Stay down!
Stay down!
Don't move!
Stay down!
Don't move!
- Hey, what are you doing?
- OK, floor it.
- Sorry?
- Just drive.
- Into what?
- Floor it!
- What?
Just go!
- Go, go, go!
Get in.
- You OK?
- Go, go, go!
- Chance, move!
- Who the fuck is that?
- Chance!
- Open the door.
- Fuck.
Chance, you're already
going to fucking jail!
- Open the fucking door!
- Fuck, please, mate!
- Three!
Chance, there's a fucking
dead guy in your boot.
- What?
- Two!
- Chance!
- Oh, fuck me.
- OK, OK.
Left, left!
- What the fuck was that?
- Relax, man, OK?
We're out of there now.
- Oh, my God!
- Just relax.
- You think he saw me?
- I'm a criminal.
- Join the club.
Listen, this car is fucked.
We got to get it
off the street.
- What about
the guy in the back?
- Fuck that.
Uh, they'll--they'll
block the freeway
when they get your plates.
We have to lay low somewhere.
- OK, where?
Uh, uh--
well, not to mine.
- Can you just drop me home?
- No.
Chance?
- Please, no.
- Oi, oi, it won't be for long.
We just got to hide the car.
- And the body.
- And the...body, yeah, I'm...
- Wait.
- Still working on that part.
- What body?
- Just give me a sec.
Chance, just take us
to your place, mate.
- Do I have a choice?
- What do you think?
Good man.
Avoid main roads.
OK, you remember
the homeless guy?
- The one you beat
the shit out of?
- Yes, yes, that one.
- OK.
- He's in the back.
- OK.
Why?
- He just--and he--
he just is, OK?
- OK.
Settle down, relax. OK.
- So the guys we hit
might not be dead.
They're in hospital right now.
- Wait, "they"?
- Yeah, it's a mum and her kid.
- What the fuck?
- Fucking hell.
- Yeah, yeah, well,
if they do make it,
we might not get life in jail.
So I had to fucking clean up
the rest of the mess.
- Yeah, righto.
- What?
- You've changed
your tune a bit.
- Yeah, I had a fucking--
look, this is what's
happening now, OK?
- OK.
- We were gonna go
dump it somewhere,
but I guess that's not possible
now we got a fucking fugitive.
What the fuck did you do,
by the way?
- Don't worry, mate.
I just don't want
to talk about it.
- I'm a little worried, mate,
not gonna lie.
You're covered in blood.
- I just want to relax.
OK?
- All right.
All right.
Hey, it's good to see you, man.
How you feeling?
- Fuck.
- I just want to go home, man.
- You can't, mate.
I'm sorry.
- Ayden was not a bad kid.
He wouldn't hurt people.
Jesse hurt people.
- Are you sure about that?
- Yes.
What you need
to understand is that Jesse
was a very powerful person.
He got in Ayden's head.
And then with all the business,
with the drugs and the girls,
and it just mucked him up.
- You were aware
of his drug use?
- Well, he hid it very well.
Yeah, I mean, we got rid
of anything we found,
but, you know, he swore to us
that everything was Jesse's.
- And you believe that?
- Well, I believe my son, yeah.
Um--
- We going in?
- I got to, um--
I got to check
that my dad's asleep.
- Sorry?
- I just--
Trust me,
it's better for everyone
if he doesn't know
what we're doing.
- What exactly are we doing?
- I guess we wait for a bit.
- How long?
- It's not gonna be dark
for much longer, man.
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- Well, we don't have
a way of transporting him.
- So why the fuck
did you bring him?
- Well, my plan would have
worked if you didn't alert
half of fucking Victoria Police.
- Hey, I didn't fucking
kill him in the first place.
- Yeah, and I didn't feel
like going for a drive.
Look at my fucking face.
- We're back to being fucked.
- You can make it
look like a suicide.
- What was that?
- Slit his wrists or something.
- Yeah, his face is all mushed.
- True, but I like
the thinking.
We could drop him
off at Westgate.
- How are we
getting to Westgate?
- Uber.
- You're not fucking serious.
- Yeah, no, no, no, no,
we put him in a bag,
uh, like a suitcase
or something, and we--
- Yeah, and we're leaving
a trail for the police.
- No, we can make
Chance call it.
- Sorry?
- Uh, Chance almost
fucked us back at Rats.
You sure he'll be willing
to lie when the cops
come asking fucking questions?
- We could drop him
off a bridge too.
- Sorry?
- Whatever.
- What?
What?
- Ah!
Ah, relax, man.
We're not gonna kill you.
Wait, you're not gonna--
You're not gonna dob on us,
though, are you?
- No, absolutely not.
- Right.
Yeah.
'Cause, you know, we're all--
we're all mates now.
And you wouldn't
dog your mates.
- No way.
- Wouldn't you, Chance?
- No.
- Right, no.
- No, no, no.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Beauty.
All right,
now go check on your dad,
'cause I really need
a fucking piss.
- Thank you.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, you're not
going in the garage?
- I can't.
- A lot more out
in the open here, mate.
- There's, um--
there's stuff in it.
- Open it.
- No.
No.
- All right.
Thank you.
Which one is it?
- Red.
- Two minutes
or we're coming in.
- OK.
- Yeah, we probably
have to kill him.
- What the fuck
is your problem, mate?
- He knows everything.
- Yeah, what, are you
in the fucking Mafia?
- No, he's had
a traumatic night.
He tops himself.
It tracks.
- Yeah, OK, but, like,
have a heart.
How about that?
- No, no, no.
No, you don't get to play
moral cards anymore--
- It's not always--
- Not after you left me
at the fucking club.
- It's not always
a competition, brother.
It's not always a competition.
- Can you stop being
so fucking mopey?
- I'm tired.
- Who gives a fuck?
Hey, you smell that?
- Yeah, it smells like piss.
- Hands up, boys.
Names, please?
- Uh, Jesse.
- Ayden.
- Jesse, Ayden,
pleased to meet you.
I'm Dan, Chance's dad.
- Pleasure.
- What's that?
- Don't worry.
- I'm a little hard of hearing.
You just have to speak up.
- Sorry.
- Oh, nothing to be
sorry for yet, mate.
Oh, yeah, there were cops.
Were we followed, boys?
- No.
- Yeah, that's
what fuckwit said.
Well, we'll see.
All right, in we go.
While we're young.
Door to the right, boys.
- I'm sorry, mate, but I really
need to use the bathroom.
- Oh, fantastic.
Get on through.
- Who's--
- Jesus.
- Oh, don't bring him
into this, right?
All right, come on in.
Take a seat, boys.
Over there.
Don't stand on ceremony.
Sit.
Relax.
You're in my home.
Hey, fuckface, get in here.
- Chance, what the fuck?
- He was awake.
- Look, um, let's make this
quick, all right?
Just talk me through it
again, Chance.
- Um, OK.
Uh, he jumped in my car,
and he threatened me
and made me
put a dead guy in the boot.
And then, um,
we picked up that guy,
who, uh, was getting arrested
by cops.
And then I accidentally
ran over the cop's foot.
And then they told me
to come here.
And then I--
- All right, so...
there's a dead guy
still in your boot, yeah?
- Yeah.
- And did the cops
get your plates?
- I, um--
I don't know.
- Fuck's sake.
You're so fucking stupid.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry.
- Boys, you know
what you've done tonight?
You fucked me.
You've royally
fucked me tonight.
See all this?
This is millions,
hundreds of millions.
And if the cops get here
and take a look at it,
it's gonna go right down
the fucking toilet.
Now, uh, I know you've had
a rough night, you know?
You're probably fucked up
on whatever it is.
And, you know,
you're, um, dealing with that.
But, uh, you brought me
into this now,
and, uh, I didn't ask for that.
- I just--
- Ah, ah, ooh.
I wasn't finished, mate.
- Sorry.
- Worse than all that,
you brought my son into it.
Little fuckhead that he is,
he's still my boy.
- I just want to say
that I personally actually
didn't get your son involved.
- You piece of shit.
- Uh, look, I don't really
give a rat's ass who did what.
Point is, you're here now,
and together we're gonna
sit down and figure out
how you're gonna pay for this.
- Honestly, and I'm not just
saying this to save my ass,
but I think
you should let us go.
'Cause, you know,
it's like you said, right?
Like, we're all fucked anyway.
So, uh, there's not really
much we could do now, is there?
- Yeah.
- OK, so what you're saying is,
there's no reason
why I shouldn't put a bullet
in your fucking head, is there?
- Oh, fuck!
Please don't! Please! Please!
- No, I'm not--not saying that!
I'm saying that we're gonna
pay in jail time anyway.
- Yeah.
- So anything that you've done
is gonna look a lot worse
with the death of two boys
on your hands.
Respectfully, mate.
- You don't know
what I've done.
- Please.
Please.
- My parents are lawyers.
Huh?
We have money.
We can represent.
- Yeah, good try.
Your turn.
- I have a family.
I have people that love me.
- Oh, spare me.
- Please, please,
don't do this.
- No, sorry, mate.
Say good night.
- No, please!
Please don't!
Please!
- The fucking waterworks.
You're gonna have a bit
of a fucking cry.
- Please, please.
- Do it.
- Don't fucking--
- What's that?
- Do it.
- What the fuck, cunt?
- He deserves it.
- Are you fucking for real?
- Oh, he does?
- Please, mate!
- Oh,.
I'm gonna fucking do it.
I'm sorry, mate. Good night.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!
- No!
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- I'm not gonna
fucking shoot you.
That'll wake up the whole
fucking neighborhood.
- What's this?
What's that?
- Oh, my God.
- Hey.
- Please, please.
- Yeah, this'll do.
- Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, fuck!
- I swear we weren't followed.
- Bullshit!
- You can all get fucked!
- Oh, you little shit!
- What the fuck, man?
- I'm gonna fucking kill him.
I'll fucking kill him!
- What a--uh,
what about the garage door?
- We took the fucking wires out.
- Fuck.
- Block your ears, boys.
- Stand down!
- Fuck.
- You all right?
Hold this, please.
Where, uh, where do you reckon
the bathroom is?
What?
- You just shot him.
- I'm gonna piss my pants, man.
- Did you mean
what you said to him?
- Sorry, what?
- When you told him to shoot me,
did you mean that?
- Uh...
oh, no,
I was gonna grab the gun.
- No, you fucking weren't.
- Yeah, I was.
Hey, just chill out.
Chill.
- Oh, you've made yourself
at home, then.
- My turn.
- Yeah, could you
make it quick, please?
We've got all of 10 minutes.
- Fuck off, Ayden.
- OK.
Bullshit. Uh, OK.
So...
Cheers, mate.
Jesus.
Yeah, well, fuck that.
Cheers.
- Did you piss in it
or something?
- Um, maybe a little bit.
- Little bit?
Cheers.
- Oi.
To a night
that never fucking ends.
Did you finish it?
- No.
- Ah, you're a pussy,
then, mate.
Is that better?
- Yeah.
I'm done, man.
- Me too.
- You want to wait it out here
or head somewhere else?
I don't particularly feel
like going anywhere, mate.
- All right.
- Good morning.
I'm just gonna ask you
some questions.
Don't feel obligated to--
- Just get on with it.
- OK. Um...
Obviously, there's some
sensitive material in here,
so I just wanted to make sure--
- I'll be fine.
All right.
Let's start with Jesse.
- So you want to tell me
what happened at the club?
- No.
- Fair enough.
- You want to tell me why
you brought the homeless guy?
- I, um--
The news article
only reported that they
were looking for the driver.
- Oh.
- Figured if I cleared myself
of everything else
I did tonight,
I could get off a bit easier.
- Gotcha.
Although that's assuming
I wouldn't rat you out.
- Yeah, well, I kind of
thought about that too.
- Yeah?
- I met Jesse
at a time in my life
where I was very lonely.
Jesse, do you know
that you're a manipulator?
- Where's that coming from?
- You--you're the reason
we went out driving tonight.
And then you told me
to hit that homeless guy.
And then you left me
at the fucking club.
- Is this still about
the fucking car?
- Just shut the fuck up.
I was constantly
seeking his approval.
Just listen to me, please.
Yeah?
- OK.
- Tomorrow--or I guess today
the police and the news
are gonna show up at my door
and everything
is gonna go to shit.
And they're gonna ask me why
I did all those things tonight.
Now, I know deep down
that it's not my fault
'cause I'm a good guy and--
and I'd never do something
like that.
And my parents,
they already don't like you.
And everyone around me thinks
that you're a bad influence
and--and--and that, like,
you know, I know better.
So the only person
whose story won't line up is...
You.
He just led me
down a dark path.
- This bad path he was on.
- Jesse just took him
down a bad path.
- You got your head so far
up your fucking ass, mate.
- Listen to me, please.
Just give me this one thing.
So...after you killed Chance--
- So--so, what?
- After you killed him,
you finally decided
that enough was enough.
And so you OD'd.
And that's how
your night ended.
And I've been at home
ever since, uh--
ever since that cop told me
to leave the city.
And I've been asleep
all this time.
And, um, I won't find out
about all the things
that you did until tomorrow.
- That's why you
came back to get me.
- The things that he's done,
the lives that he's
ruined, it's--
well, it's unspeakable.
- What do you want me to--
What--what do you
want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
What could I have done?
- You know, you called me
a fucking sociopath earlier.
- Yeah, well,
you lied about the car.
- Would you shut the fuck up
about the car, Ayden?
- All right, mate.
- You're not my fucking mate.
You're a snake, and I've
never fucking liked you.
- Don't say shit like that.
- I mean it.
- Don't.
Then why do you always
hang out with me?
- Because you answer.
- I hated Jesse.
Jesse...
you probably won't believe me
when I say this, but...
I look up to you
so fucking much.
- What am I supposed to do with
that information now, Ayden?
- Nothing.
You might be a piece of shit.
And I know you'd drop me
at the first chance you get,
but right now,
we're all we've got, mate.
- I mean, why is it so hard
for you to understand?
- Because everyone seems
to disagree with you.
- Well, I fucking lived it.
- I'm starting
to feel it, Ayden.
- It's quick.
You just drift off to sleep.
- I feel it.
- I know, brother.
I'm really sorry.
- Are you?
Course.
- That fucking dingo
was crazy, huh?
Sure was.
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
If I could take it all back,
I would,
absolutely, in a heartbeat.
- If the culture of the school
wasn't so toxic--
- Here we go.
You're gonna lecture me
about parenting now?
Do you know what my father
would have done?
- Tell me you
enjoyed it at least.
- What?
- "What?"
Bashing the homeless guy,
killing Chance.
You like the power.
- No more than you do, mate.
Not that it's a competition.
- It's been good, huh?
- Ah, fuck you.
- It's been good.
- Fuck you.
- Ayden?
- Yeah, mate?
- I think my heart
just exploded.
- Jesse?
Jesse?
- Try not to move.
You're in a hospital.
You're gonna be OK.
- Is she alive?
- I'm so sorry.
- Ayden.
- Oh.
Oh.
- Where the hell have you been?
- I was out.
- Doing what?
- I don't know.
I'm tired.
- Drugs?
- Maybe.
I don't know.
- Do you know what the time is?
- No.
- Joe, just let him go to bed.
- Were you with Jesse?
- Don't ignore me, Joe.
- His parents have been calling
here nonstop, worried sick.
We thought that--
We're glad to see
that you're all right.
- I'm fine.
- Ayden.
You can tell us
what's going on.
I killed him.
I killed him.
I killed him.
- Well, what do you mean?
- I--I--I hurt so many people.
I, um--I killed him--Jesse.
I didn't even care.
We just--we--we went
for a drive,
and then we had an accident
because Jesse was high.
And then it just got worse.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
- Who are you?
You're not my son.
- Joe.
- Do you really mean
the things that you say?
What have you done with Ayden?
You killed someone?
Why?
Why, what--
What the fuck
did you do, Ayden?
What's going on?
- You're scaring him, Joe.
- Scaring him?
Are you hearing
what he's saying?
I'm scared.
- No.
- No, you didn't just tell me
that you--you killed someone?
- No, I--
- I mean, Christ, Ayden,
what the hell
do you expect me to say?
- I--
- Just go to bed.
- Not a chance.
- Joe, he's clearly
been through enough.
Look at him.
- I don't believe either of you.
Speak, Ayden.
- Can I please go to my room?
- Baby.
- Don't.
Don't you fucking "baby" him.
He's a fucking adult.
- Let him go upstairs.
We'll talk about this
in the morning!
- Linda, this is insane!
What did you do, Ayden?
- It's gonna be OK.
- I need to call the police.
- No!
- No, please.
Please.
- OK.
OK. OK.
- We'll get you a good lawyer.
- It's OK, baby.
It's OK.
Just tell me.
Just tell me what happened.
- I can't.
- Just tell me.
- Oh, please.
- Just tell me.
- I didn't do anything.
- I know, baby.
- All right.
Here's your fucking
barbecue sauce HSP.
- Good lad.
So what's the plan for tonight?
- Well, I reckon
we hit Jacko's for a bit
and probably just
cruise from there.
- Do we have to go
to the party?
- Why?
It's Jacko.
- Who we haven't spoken to
in, like, a year.
- All right, well--
- Over a year.
- All right, I would--
I would at least like
to make an appearance.
Besides, you're making
a fucking killing.
What?
- What?
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I--yeah, it's fine.
Yeah, you're right.
It's worth having a look at.
- You know Amy will be there.
- Fuck off.
- You did fucking like her,
didn't you?
- Mate, we're--
- I knew it. I knew it.
- Mate, we're talking
ancient history.
- So what?
- She's got a boyfriend now,
I think.
- Who?
- Get this--
Ryan Simmons.
- Fuck off.
- Mm-hmm.
- That fucking drop kick?
- Yeah.
- Mate, you run rings
around Ryan Simmons.
- You reckon?
- Yeah.
If that's the type
of guy she's into,
you're definitely gonna
get a chance.
- Now, you're keen,
aren't you?
- Fuck off, cunt.
- You are keen.
You know I fucked her
once, right?
- No, you didn't.
- I did.
A couple of years ago
at a park or something.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, why?
- Fuck. No, you didn't.
- I'm dead serious.
- No, you didn't.
- Yeah, I did.
- Amy?
- Amy.
I'm kidding. Relax.
- No.
- It was just a blowie.
- Jesse.
I'm fucking with you.
- It's not funny.
- OK.
- Hey, I wanted to talk
to you about something.
All right, so I've been
thinking, and...
- Uh-oh.
- I--yeah, I reckon
that I might--
like, maybe next semester,
I might try to do,
like, a--like,
a uni course part-time.
- OK.
- OK.
Well, yeah, fuck it.
- Congratulations.
- I don't know, like, I did--
- He's fucking figured
it all out.
- I did well in--
I did pretty all right in VCE.
So I figured I could probably
get into, like,
Deakin or La Trobe or--
yeah.
- Really?
- I reckon.
- Well, go ahead, mate.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
This is your life.
Piss it away at uni.
I don't give a shit.
- Well, no, it's not
pissing it away, like, at all.
- Oh, it is.
Like, it's, like,
three years down the toilet.
- Yeah, I know.
But it's--
- You asked me for my opinion,
so I'm giving it to you.
- Well, I didn't actually.
- What are you gonna study?
- Uh...
probably something
in computers.
- Computers?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I like computers.
Or maybe, like, business.
- Sounds like you've
got it all figured out.
- It's just an idea, Jess.
Don't be such a fucking a pain.
- Also, why would you need
a business degree when you
are already an entrepreneur?
- I just want something
to fill my days, you know?
- Get a job.
- Just something.
- Get a job.
- No, I don't want a job, Jess.
- Get a job like everyone else.
Ask one of these
fuckers over here.
- No, I don't--
- Hey, Jimmy, are you hiring?
- Jesse, I wasn't asking.
- He just gave me a nod.
- I wasn't asking.
- He gave me a nod.
- I'm gonna do it.
- Go for it, mate.
Go for it.
- Are you gonna be OK?
- Fuck off.
What type of question's that?
Of course I'm gonna be OK.
- I don't know.
- I'm a big fucking boy.
- I just meant that--
yeah, but, like,
it'll mean we'll be
hanging out less and stuff.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- You're gonna
break up with me?
Are you breaking up with me?
- Jesse.
- Please don't.
- Jesse.
- Please, Ayden, please.
Fuck off.
Who gives a fuck?
OK, finish the rest.
We got to go.
You haven't touched
fucking anything.
I got the barbecue sauce
on purpose,
and you haven't
touched any of it.
- Yeah, I'm getting there.
- OK, we should go.
- Do you want to finish
talking about this?
Or are we just--
- No, not particularly.
- OK.
- Just finish--take the rest.
We're going in the car.
Come on.
Fuck, mate.
Thanks, Jimmy!
- OK, rolling.
Thank you so much
for agreeing to this.
Thank you for coming
to speak to us today.
- Thank you.
- Uh, we're just gonna ask you
a couple of questions.
Hi, Max.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- How come you
decided to come in?
It's just you and me
having a conversation.
It's just you and me.
It's just you and me.
- OK.
- Even though there's all these
cameras around and--
- A lot of cameras.
- Set everything up.
- We'd--we'd like to correct
some of the misinformation
that's been going around.
- Such as?
- What am I doing here?
- You were good friends
with Jesse and Ayden.
- Oh, I mean,
I was friends with Jesse.
"Good friends" would be
a bit of a stretch.
- What was your relationship
like with Ayden?
- Well, we were family friends.
We were quite--
quite close for a bit.
And then we drifted apart
around the start of high school.
- Ayden sort of just
tagged along.
- Well, he was a great kid,
well-behaved.
He really liked school.
Yeah, I mean, just a pleasure
to be around.
- Ayden.
Ayden. Hey.
Hey!
- I'm gonna puke.
- Huh? What?
Oh, my God.
- Come on, we got to go.
- Yeah.
- It'll be OK, huh?
- OK.
- We got to go.
Fuck.
- Can you run?
- I don't know.
- Fuck.
All right,
we're gonna go, mate.
On the count of 3, OK?
- Yeah.
- 3, 2, 1.
- Maria, are you ready to go?
OK, rolling?
OK.
So, Maria, could you tell me
a bit about your daughter?
- Wait, stop.
Stop.
Stop.
I can't breathe.
- Ayden, we need to move!
- I can't breathe.
I can't!
- Get up!
- I can't.
I fucking can't.
- Fuck, get up!
- I can't.
Just go!
Just go!
I can't breathe.
- Fuck!
- I can't breathe.
God, fuck it.
Just go.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Just go.
- Here, here.
Here, this--here, here.
More, more, more.
- You fucking took it all
at the party.
- Fuck!
I'm gonna jump.
- No, no, no.
Stop it. Stop it.
Shut the fuck up!
- Is the other guy dead?
Is the other guy dead?
- I don't know.
Fuck, yeah.
- We're fucked.
We are fucked.
- You already said that.
You said that.
- Every time I breathe,
it feels like fire.
- Oh, shit.
- Your head's bleeding.
- Let's keep running.
- Where?
- I don't know.
I don't fucking know, Jesse.
- OK, we'll just--
- I mean, to another
fucking country if we have to!
- Fine.
All right, well, just--
- Far away!
- We need to fucking hide.
That's what we need to do.
We can hide at my place.
- OK, yeah, good.
- That's better.
We can hide at my place.
Do you understand?
- Yeah, OK.
- We can go to mine.
- No, no, bad idea.
We'd be fucked.
- We'll be fucked anyway.
Do you understand?
Hey, listen,
we have to keep going.
Brother, look at me.
We have to keep moving.
Do you understand?
We'll get a drink.
How about we
fucking get a drink, hey?
Let's just get a drink.
Fuck it. Fuck it.
What else do we have
to lose, right?
We'll just keep moving.
- I got to go home.
- No, you're not gonna go home.
You're not gonna go anywhere.
You're staying here.
- Yeah, all right.
- You're staying here.
Swear!
- Yeah.
- Swear you're not gonna
fucking leave me here.
- All right, all right,
I fucking swear, Jesus.
Fucking Jesus.
- What if he
had a life, man?
- The guy?
- Yeah, what happens if he had,
like, kids and shit?
- No.
Don't--don't think
about that shit.
- Do you know
what culpable driving is?
- No.
- Well, you should.
Your dad's a fucking lawyer.
- Oh, he does wills.
- Well, it's bad.
Ayden, it's fucking bad.
- Right, and we did it?
- Yeah, I think so.
- OK, so what is it?
Like, jail?
- Yes, it's jail.
- We're actually so fucked.
- Come on, you got
to stop saying that.
Listen, no one knows
what we look like.
- Whose--whose--
whose name is the car under?
- My dad's.
- So you lied?
- Does that really
fucking matter?
- No, no, it doesn't matter
because we're fucked either way!
- He's overseas.
Who gives a fuck?
- Who gives a shit?
- Hey, are you gonna
get me arrested tonight?
Are you gonna freak out?
Are you gonna get me
arrested tonight?
I will fucking kill you.
- Please.
- Do you understand?
- Jesse.
- Do you understand?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I don't know.
He just started hanging out
with us one day.
And Jesse really
liked him, so yeah.
- So Jesse was sort of
the leader, then?
- No, it wasn't like that.
I could have got rid
of Ayden if I wanted,
but I mean,
he was a good laugh.
And, uh, we'd make him do shit
and he wouldn't complain
about it.
And so we just kept him around.
I don't know.
We sort of went with it.
- What sort of things
would you make Ayden do?
- Oh.
Sort of--
- Oi!
You busy?
Look, I'd fuck her.
- Yeah, I bet you would, mate.
I have no doubt about that.
- Yeah, isn't she, like, 50?
- That's why they call it
a fucking MILF, mate.
- I don't see it.
- It's a bit
fucking gross, Jess.
- Please.
And plus, she teaches math.
Out of all fucking subjects,
it's, like, the least sexy.
- No, he's, like, turned on
by numbers and shit.
Like, fucking solve that
equation for me, Mrs. Benson.
- Yeah, fucking calculate
the square root of pi.
Please, please!
- That's him.
- That's him. Yeah, that is him.
All right, off you go, Ayden.
- Oh, funny.
- Nah, go for it, mate.
- Jesse, no.
- Fuck it.
Why not?
You said you would
crack her, didn't you?
- What?
I'm fucking with you, mate.
Relax.
- No, no.
- Take a breath.
- No, no, no.
- No, I'll do it.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I've done it before.
- No, you haven't last time.
- Well, no,
I haven't, but, like,
it can't be that hard, right?
- Jesse.
- Give him a crack.
Let him have a go.
- Yeah, give the kid a crack.
- Give him a fucking crack.
- Mate, we're the same age.
- Fucking let him
go for it, mate.
- All right.
- Yeah. Give him a crack.
All right.
Well, you know,
it should be 250.
- Half a bag.
- Yes.
- OK?
- OK or not?
- Yeah, no.
- All right, cool.
- It's easy, man.
- Yeah.
- It's easy.
You're gonna go and sit
in the passenger side.
- Mm.
- Give him the money.
- Mm-hmm.
- He gives you the shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Give it a smell,
have a little taste,
and you piss off.
- A little taste.
- Hey, don't fuck this up.
- Whoa.
Just relax.
Don't be stressed.
Have a good time, brother.
Have a good time.
- All right, here we go.
- Hide the money.
- He'll be fine.
Hide the money, fuckwit.
- Sorry.
- Jesus Christ.
- Just floundering over there.
- Hey.
- Who are you?
- Uh, Jackson sent me.
- Yeah, right,
you're not Jackson.
- I'm not.
He's, uh--he's just--
just in the car behind.
- Mm-hmm.
What do you want?
- Oh, just a--a half bag.
- Cash?
- Yeah.
There you are.
- You're short.
- What do you mean?
- You're short.
- That's 250.
Half bag's 250.
- I'm fucking with you, mate.
- Oh.
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
- Relax a bit.
- This it?
- All right. Off you pop.
- All right, cheers.
Oh, actually,
can you do something for me?
- What do you want, mate?
- Just a small favor.
- So what do you think
of him, boys?
- I don't like him.
What the fuck?
- Oi! Get back here, cunt!
- What the fuck?
- What?
- Fucking drive.
- Go, go!
- What the fuck happened?
- He fucking said that
I shortchanged him.
- What?
- What the fuck?
- Yeah no, he said it was,
like, 400 this time.
- What?
- Tried to scam me.
- So you stole it?
- Well, did--did you
want it or not?
You're fucking crazy, mate.
- You're a fucking menace, eh?
- Fuck yeah!
Whoo!
- So it's your dad's car, then?
- Oh, fuck off.
Here we fucking go.
- I'm curious.
- Uh, yeah, it's my dad's car.
Sure. Fine.
We'll go with that.
- Yeah.
- Does that make you happy?
- Yeah, but...
why would you lie about that?
- Because, like, it's not--
- 'Cause--
- You never--you--
look, shut the fuck up, please.
I'm trying to enjoy myself, OK?
- OK.
- All right?
- Just say you want
to talk like top shit.
- Oh, fuck off.
- Mate.
- Fuck off.
- Just say it.
- No, cunt.
Fuck off.
- Just say it.
- No.
No, it's not true.
- I don't believe it.
- Fuck off.
- I don't--I don't believe it.
- Mate.
- You can't even
fucking say it.
- Mate, it's my car.
It's just under my dad's name.
- You're lying again.
- I'm not lying.
- No, you just told me
an out-and-out lie to my face.
You're a fucking sociopath.
- Careful.
- We're mates.
You're supposed to be able
to tell me this kind of shit.
Oh, right.
You don't want to tell
your best mate.
- I own the car, Ayden.
- All right.
You own the car.
You own the--
You own the fucking car.
- You just want to go back
to the cops?
- Um...
- Ah!
I got you again, cunt.
I saw your face.
I saw your fucking face.
Fuck, I'm starting
to feel it come.
- Oh, you're
feeling it, are you?
- Yeah, a fucking little bit.
- Yeah? Yeah?
- I feel gacked, mate.
Fuck me.
- Hey, you know what, mate?
- What?
- It's starting to hit me too.
- Fuck yeah!
Fuck yeah!
- Fuck it.
Let's just dance.
- Yeah?
- Let's go to Rats.
- Fuck yeah!
- Fucking forget about this.
- Yeah!
- Fuck it.
We'll just forget about it.
Let's fucking go.
All right, get your shit.
- Yeah.
- Oh, fuck.
- Let's fucking do it.
Let's fucking do it.
- You want to go for it?
- Yeah, fuck it.
- All right.
- I'm gonna puke
from the stress.
- Or the fucking HSP
we had earlier.
What the fuck was that?
- Yeah, it's a story,
but I'll tell you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck?
The fuck? It's Squiddy.
There you go, mate.
Long time no fucking see.
You look good, brother.
How are you, mate?
You remember me, don't you?
- Jesse, I can't talk
right now.
- Of course you can, mate.
Oi, boys, this man here
used to be a fucking legend.
- Jesse, Jesse,
now's a bad time.
- What do you mean
now's a bad time?
- Max, all good?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- "Max"?
Who the fuck's Max?
- Jesse, maybe just
leave him alone.
- Have a good night, mate.
- All right.
Take it easy.
See you later, boys.
What the fuck is that?
- So no part of you feels sorry
for what happened?
- Did I fucking say that?
- Careful with the swearing.
- Sorry.
Look, to be completely honest
with you, I was pissed.
I had a lot of respect
for Jesse.
And they got
really fucking unlucky.
And instead of owning it,
they made stupid decision
after stupid decision.
- Oi.
Hey, hey, hey.
Mate, you carrying, mate?
- Fuck off.
- Off with you, dickhead.
- Oh, just a little taste.
- Fuck off, son.
- Just a little fucking--
- Fuck off!
Oi! Fuck off!
- Suck my dick,
you fucking cock head!
- No, thanks.
- Fuck, mate.
- Anyway, so, like,
what I'm saying
is, like, in 30 years'
fucking time--
- Oh, God, he's following us.
- Holy fuck.
- Shit, he's coming.
Wait, what do we do?
- Let's go.
Come on, fuckwit.
Let's go.
- Oh, shit. What's he doing?
- Let's go, fuckwit. That's it.
Come on. Come on.
Fuck.
- I'm not fucking
scared of you!
- Come on.
There you go.
Come on.
- You think I'm fucking
scared of you?
- Well, come on, then,
show me you're not fucking
scared of me, you fucker!
Yeah, there you go!
Ah, you're getting mad.
- You think because
you're a big kid,
I'm fucking scared of you.
- Oh! Oh! You see that? Ooh!
- You fucking crackhead.
You cunt.
- Oh, he got mad!
- I'll fucking drop you, cunt!
- Come on. Let's go.
- Fuck all you.
- Well, cunt,
I'm waiting for you, mate.
I'm waiting for you, mate.
- Come on, come on.
Let me see it, right here.
Whoa-ho-ho!
How'd you like that?
Oi, sit down!
What did I say?
Hey, sit down!
What did I just say?
My God.
All right, give him a kick.
Yeah, go on.
- What, like--
- Just a kick. Give him a kick.
- Just--
- Yes, go on.
Go on.
Yeah.
That's it.
OK. All right, very good.
And again and again.
Do it like that one.
All right, all right.
OK, OK. All right.
Relax. That's enough.
That's enough.
Hey.
Look at that.
- Yeah.
- I did that.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you did, man.
- Little killer there, eh?
- Yeah.
Nah, he's--
- We should go, man.
- Do you want to call someone?
- No, no, no.
We should just go.
You still want
to go to Rats, yeah?
- Fuck yeah.
- All right, let's go.
- All right.
- Let's just go.
Got to clean you up
a little bit, mate.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.
- I'm a bit of a mess there.
- Yeah, a little bit.
- A little bit.
- At the start, we thought
Jesse would be good for him.
You know, Ayden was--
oh, look, he was a bit
lost for a while,
and then all of a sudden, he had
this new friendship group.
And we nurtured it.
- Did you know Jesse
before they started
spending time together?
- Um...
well, everyone knew him.
He--he kind of stuck
around the school
years after he graduated.
And, um, he kind of just
showed up at parties.
- I was concerned about him.
- Not at the start.
- Don't tell me
how I felt, Linda.
- No, he was king shit.
All the boys loved him.
- And the girls?
- Not my friends, uh,
thankfully.
- Why is that?
- I think you can guess.
- So we had that boy
to our house many, many times,
and he came across
as a perfectly nice kid.
He was very polite.
He was--
- He was playing us
like a fiddle.
- Yeah, well, hindsight's
a wonderful thing.
- I feel weird, mate.
- Like how?
- Weird like I just beat the
shit out of some homeless guy.
- OK, well, that's probably
'cause you did.
So relax.
- I had, like, a--
like, a Hulk-out moment,
you know?
- Yeah, it was a good laugh.
- A good laugh?
- Yeah, like, seeing you
all mad and shit.
- Fuck that guy.
- Fuck that guy.
That's right.
Fuck that guy.
Settle down.
We'll just have a good night.
We'll enjoy ourselves.
We'll go--
- Should we go back?
- What?
- Go to the cops?
- Oh, fucking relax, Ayden.
Please not now.
- No, no, no, you said go on.
You told me to fuck
that guy up.
- You're fucking
hearing voices, cunt.
- I don't feel good, Jess.
- You'll be fine, cunt.
You'll be fine.
I know exactly what you need.
- Yeah, what?
What?
Oh, yeah? You offering?
- Not me,
you fucking dickhead,
but I can help you find someone.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Hey, boys.
- Hey, mate.
How are you?
- Good, thank you.
IDs, please.
- IDs.
- Just the two of you, then?
- Yes.
- OK.
Big night?
- No.
Relatively quiet.
- There you go.
And, uh, ID, mate.
ID!
- Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
- Jesus.
Thank you.
Feeling OK?
- Yeah, mate.
Yeah.
- What's, uh, going on
with your face there, mate?
- I've got a cat.
- You got a cat?
- Yeah.
- OK.
You can head on in, mate.
- Thanks, mate.
- You can't.
- Sorry?
- You got on the wrong
shoes, mate.
- What's wrong with my shoes?
- Look, mate, you are high out
of your fucking mind right now.
Your eyes are the size
of dinner plates.
So if you don't want me to stop
being so fucking polite,
I'd turn around
and get out of this line.
Will you do that for me?
- No.
- Do I look like
a fucking idiot to you?
- Oh.
Oh, fuck it.
Let's just--
- I'll text you.
- Let's go somewhere else.
- Ayden, I'll text you.
- Take a walk.
- I'll text you.
- Take a walk.
- Dickhead, come on, let's go!
- Boys, boys,
make a fucking decision.
- I'll message you later.
Look, 10 minutes.
I'll message you later.
- What, just 'cause it's
convenient for you, right?
Is that it?
Fucking dog cunt!
Fucking dog!
- Thank you.
- Were you aware
of the way that Jesse was
treating Ayden at that time?
- No.
Well, I mean, I knew
he was selling drugs
and that his grades
were dropping.
But we didn't really talk
about that kind of stuff,
especially after school.
- What did you talk about?
- Very surface-level stuff.
- Like?
- School, parties.
We'd play "Minecraft" sometimes.
- Did he ever make you
feel uncomfortable?
- No, not--not
until that night.
Wait, that's not--
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Shit.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Ayden.
Ayden.
- What? What are you doing?
It's Jazz.
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- Uh, yeah.
- Are you out here alone?
- Uh, Jesse.
- Are you sure
you're all right?
- Uh, yeah, just spitted.
- Did you take something?
- Uh, I don't know.
- Do you need me to get help?
- No, no.
I just need a walk.
I'll be good.
- Oh, by the way, this is, um--
this is Riley.
And this is Zoe, who you might
remember from the year below.
- Hey, Ayden.
- Um, we're actually going
to a club down the road.
- Jazz, uh, we got to go.
Sorry.
- I'm just having--
- We can't--
uh, great to see you,
but we really need to go.
- Well, have
a great night, Ayden.
Uh, it was good to see you.
- Can I join you?
- Of course.
It would give us
a good chance to catch up.
Shall we head off, then?
- My, um--my legs.
- Sorry?
- Just--just give me a minute.
Just give me a minute, please.
- Jazz, who the fuck
is this guy?
- He used to be nice.
- Lead the way.
- It's crazy
running into you like this.
- Mm.
- So what you been up to?
Are you at uni?
- Taking a break right now.
- Oh, right.
And, um--and how is Jesse
these days?
- Oh, fuck him.
- OK, then.
- No, no, he's--
he's all right.
- Hey, do you remember
when we were--
- I'm sorry.
Do you mind if we just--
just walk?
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Um, we'll just catch up later.
- OK, so then let's go, yeah?
- Yeah.
Of course.
- Almost there.
Let's hurry up.
- Hey.
Hey, Ayden.
Hi, Ayden.
Uh, do you still, um--
do you still--
- What?
- Uh...
my friends and I want
to make this night a fun night
if you know what I mean.
- Uh, what?
- Um, are you--are you still,
you know, um, dealing?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, what are you after?
- Um, caps.
Do you have caps?
Jesus.
We don't need this much.
- No, just take it.
- What do I owe you?
- No, just take it.
- I need to give you
something for it.
- Take it.
- Thank you.
- No worries.
- Um, I'm honestly, um,
surprised you're still
doing this.
- Doing what?
- Uh, is it, like, the money?
- The money?
- For the drugs.
- Sorry, what was the question?
- I don't know.
It seems like--
I don't know
what I'm trying to say.
But when you were
in high school--
- You know, I really
don't need a lecture.
- OK, I just--
- I just want to fucking walk.
I just want to fucking walk.
- Mm.
OK.
- Yeah, all right.
Just--you just go on ahead.
I'll catch up.
Yeah, yeah.
It's cool.
Give me a minute.
I'll be all right. It's fine.
Keep going, then.
I'll catch up.
- Look, I didn't think
anything of it at the time.
All right?
Ayden was a bit of a sucker.
And maybe we took advantage
of that at the time.
But he seemed
relatively happy to be there.
And people wanted to buy shit
from him all of a sudden.
Girls started talking to him.
He was lapping it up.
- What about the drug use?
- This is the fucking
interview right here.
This is the story
right here, isn't it?
Excuse my French.
- Did you ever consider talking
to his parents about it?
- You're joking, right?
You're joking.
'Cause that would have
gone great.
- You know, everyone
in the paper
was going on about
his drug abuse and shit,
but it's all bullshit.
The drugs just bring out
more of what you already are.
If you're a scumbag, it makes
you an even bigger scumbag.
- You're doing the exact
same thing the police did.
- I mean, we're all probably
addicted in some way.
- It's not about the drugs.
- I turned out all right,
didn't I?
- It's about
two rich assholes
who think the world
owes them something
because they were
fucking bored.
- Oh.
- Hey.
- Hello, Jesse.
- Hi, how are you?
- Can I speak
to your mum, please?
- Um, no, she's not home
at the moment.
Sorry.
- What do you make
of this, then?
I found it under my son's bed.
- OK.
- Well, you gave it
to him, didn't you?
I'm not stupid.
We both know
what's going on here.
- I don't.
- I need you to stay
away from Ayden.
- Why?
- Because he's better
than this.
- You sure about that?
- I'm not asking you.
Do you think
I won't escalate this?
- Be my guest.
- What is wrong with you?
- Settle down.
- You're sick in the head.
You're unserious.
- Enough.
- Find someone else.
- No, thanks.
Have a good one, though.
Yeah?
- OK.
OK.
- You went to his
fucking house?
- Please don't raise
your voice at me.
- What is your fucking problem?
- Do not raise
your voice at me!
- Mom!
Mom!
I'm not a fucking child!
- Well, you're acting like one.
- Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
I hate you.
- I have given you everything.
- I fucking hate you.
- Well, that's a charming way
to speak to your mom!
- Stay out of my room, and stay
out of my fucking life!
- Hey.
Hey, matey.
You all right?
Mate, you all right?
Can you get up?
- Yeah, I'm, uh--
I'm good.
- You sure?
- Yeah, uh--
- Having a little rest,
were you?
- Yeah, uh, it's been
a bit of a rough night.
- Oh.
Yeah, and I get it.
You can't sleep here, though.
- Right, yeah. No, I get that.
I'm good, though, really.
- You sure?
You don't look good.
- Yeah, sorry,
just having a rest.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What's your name, mate?
- Jesse.
- You know how to get
somewhere, Jesse?
- Uh, I was just gonna
head home.
- That's probably
a very good idea.
- Yeah.
- You got some way
of getting there?
- Uh, well, I just thought
I'd take the tram or--
- You won't be getting
the tram this time of night.
- The train, or maybe the train.
- Or a train.
You taken something
tonight, Jesse?
- You can't ask me that.
- Yes, I can.
Have you taken
something tonight?
- What do you mean?
- What do I mean?
Pills, powders?
- I'm just gonna head home.
- No, we're not
done here, mate.
I'm gonna ask you
one more time.
Have you taken any illicit
substances tonight?
- Um...
- Answer the question.
- Yes.
- That wasn't hard, was it?
What did you take?
- MD.
- And?
- Ket.
- Is that all?
Oh, well, good.
If I was to search you,
would I find anything
in that pocket?
- No.
- You understand why I find that
very hard to believe, right?
- Yes.
- So, what,
did you just lie to me?
- Yes.
Please don't.
- Now, listen, listen.
You don't seem like
a bad kid, you know?
So what I'm about to say,
I want it to sink in.
All right, you are gonna
go home, like you said.
You're gonna take that shit
that's in your pocket
or under your bed
or in your fucking cupboard
and you're gonna
chuck it all in the rubbish,
every bit of it.
All right?
All right?
- Yes, thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me, mate.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
- Sorry.
- Well, I accept your apology.
But smarten up.
- Yeah.
- Smarten up. I mean it.
- Yes. Yes.
- Have a good night, Jesse.
Home.
- I'm going.
I lose my mind all the time
- Hey.
I swear, can't remember
- What's your name?
- Emily.
- You're fucking gorgeous.
You know that, Emily?
- I like your dance moves.
- Oh, really?
Come on.
- I'm tryna keep
my eyes off you
You're no one,
and all this time
You're barely gettin' by
It's because I know you're lyin'
It was only one night,
but I know better
Stupid of me
Course you don't
love me, love me
Course you don't love me,
love me, love me
Of course you don't love me
- You want to do a bump?
Hey.
Oh, come on.
No, no, no, no.
Come on.
Excuse me, excuse me.
- What are you doing?
You're insane.
- Take it slow.
- You like that, yeah?
- Stop.
Stop.
Get off me!
- Hey, enjoy it.
Just relax.
Help me!
Hey, hey.
Hey, look.
Hey, look--look at me, please.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
Fuck.
- A mother
and her teenage daughter
are in critical condition
after a head-on collision
outside Melbourne's CBD
earlier this evening.
Police are still hunting
for the driver
of the opposing vehicle,
who reportedly fled the scene
moments after the crash.
- No, no.
No, no, no.
No. No.
Fuck.
Shit.
Holy shit.
- What the fuck?
- Jesse?
- Hello?
- Jess, you there?
Ayden, I did something.
- Mate, I can't
fucking hear you.
- Yeah!
It's bad.
- Yeah, OK, listen,
just tell me in a sec.
I'm on my way to you right now.
All right?
So just--
- The cops are coming.
- What?
- There's a--
- Jesse,
what the fuck did you do?
- It's bad.
It's bad.
It's bad!
- Fuck.
- What was that?
What?
- The fucking homeless guy.
- What fucking homeless guy?
What do you mean?
- Jesse, I got to take care
of this shit.
- No, Ayden.
Ayden, please, please, please.
- Yeah, I have to take ca--
- Don't hang up on me, please.
- Just--I'll call you
right back.
- No, please! No, no!
- I mean it.
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
- Oh, my God, someone help!
Shit!
- Oi! Oi!
- What the fuck?
- I just need a hand
with something.
- Get out of the fucking road!
- I need a hand, mate.
- Get out of the fucking road!
- What the fuck are you--
- Oh, my God.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Oh, my God!
- Just shut up.
Just--all right.
- Please don't hurt me.
- I'm not gonna hurt you, mate.
Can you just drive, please?
- What?
- There's people behind you.
Just drive around the block.
- OK.
- Go, go, go.
- I'm driving, I'm driving,
I'm driving, I'm driving.
- Look, I'm sorry about this.
I'm a good guy, mate.
Swear to God.
- What are you--
- Look, just--
I need you to help me.
- I don't have any money.
I just--
- I don't want
your money, mate.
- Fuck!
- Yeah, oi, relax, mate.
You're gonna be fine.
What's your name?
- Chance.
- Chance.
All right, Chance.
All right, I can't
tell you my name,
but it's nice to meet you.
- You can have the car
if you want.
- I'm not exactly
in a state to drive right now.
- Can you take
the knife away, please?
- OK, shut the fuck up.
- Oh, OK.
- So you're gonna
turn left here.
- Yeah.
- And then at the other end,
you're gonna go into
this alleyway right here.
- OK. I'm going.
- All right.
- I'm going. I'm going.
- Oi, oi.
- OK.
- You're fine.
Can you just get through?
Go on through.
OK, stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
- OK.
- Stop.
OK, turn the car off.
Chance, turn off
the fucking car!
- OK, OK, OK, OK.
- OK, uh, mate,
we're not done yet.
Uh, get your phone out.
- Why are we in an alleyway?
- I'll explain it
in a fucking minute.
Just take out your phone.
You got a password?
- Yeah.
- What is it?
- 123456.
- You lying to me?
- No.
- Open it.
Good man.
All right.
OK, so here's
what's gonna happen.
Outside the car,
there's a--well, look,
there's someone outside,
and we need to get him away.
- Oh, God.
- Oi, oi, relax, mate.
Mate, oi, you're gonna be fine.
I promise you, all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Now, now, you do exactly
as I say tonight, and--
and you'll get to go home.
Because I have your phone now,
which means
I have, uh, your address,
your contacts,
your banking shit,
and I will fuck your life.
Do you understand?
Do you understand, Chance?
- Yes.
- OK.
Let's move.
Go on!
Wait, stay right there.
OK, let's do this.
- Fuck me.
- Hey.
- What the fuck is that?
- Hey, you're all right.
You're OK. It's, uh--
it's nothing, all right?
No, no, no.
No, I didn't kill him,
all right?
Just--just stop
asking questions.
- OK.
- Open the boot.
Chance, open the boot.
Fuck.
Let's give Mom and Dad
a ring, then, eh?
- I'm going to the police.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am!
- Oi!
I'll send someone!
They'll be dead before you
reach the station, mate.
- Or you can help me out here,
we go for a quick drive,
and you're on your way.
Dad's gonna fucking kill me.
- Thataboy, Chance.
There he is.
- OK.
- Oh, fuck.
Oh.
- It doesn't really fit.
- Uh, the seats go down.
- Nah, it should be all right.
- What now?
- I'm still figuring
that part out.
But we got one more stop first.
- Hello?
- Do you know what time it is?
- Jesse, are you there?
- Jess, what's going on?
Where are you?
Do you need me
to come and get you?
- Maybe.
- All right, Jesse needs me
to go pick him up.
- Jesse, where are you?
- Just tell him.
- Hello?
- OK, good news.
Everything is sorted--kind of.
But I'm still
coming to get you.
- OK.
- We'll be in the car park
in three minutes, OK?
I don't care how you do it,
just be there.
- Hey, wait.
Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, what are you
doing out here, mate?
- Uh, sorry, the girl in there,
she told me to go and, um--
- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm all good, I just--
- All right, listen, listen,
listen.
- Yep.
- Go out in front there.
Talk to the boys out there.
They'll look after you.
- OK.
Fuck.
- Mate, I thought I told you
to go around the front.
- Sorry, mate, I got lost.
- Did you just?
Put your hands behind your back.
- Give me one second.
- Put your hands behind your--
- One second.
- I'm not asking you.
- Is that him?
- I don't know
what he looks like.
- No, I'm not--
that is him.
- Who's that?
- Hey!
Ayden!
- Come on.
- Fuck, Jesse.
- That's a cop.
- Thank you, Chance.
- Stay down!
Stay down!
Don't move!
Stay down!
Don't move!
- Hey, what are you doing?
- OK, floor it.
- Sorry?
- Just drive.
- Into what?
- Floor it!
- What?
Just go!
- Go, go, go!
Get in.
- You OK?
- Go, go, go!
- Chance, move!
- Who the fuck is that?
- Chance!
- Open the door.
- Fuck.
Chance, you're already
going to fucking jail!
- Open the fucking door!
- Fuck, please, mate!
- Three!
Chance, there's a fucking
dead guy in your boot.
- What?
- Two!
- Chance!
- Oh, fuck me.
- OK, OK.
Left, left!
- What the fuck was that?
- Relax, man, OK?
We're out of there now.
- Oh, my God!
- Just relax.
- You think he saw me?
- I'm a criminal.
- Join the club.
Listen, this car is fucked.
We got to get it
off the street.
- What about
the guy in the back?
- Fuck that.
Uh, they'll--they'll
block the freeway
when they get your plates.
We have to lay low somewhere.
- OK, where?
Uh, uh--
well, not to mine.
- Can you just drop me home?
- No.
Chance?
- Please, no.
- Oi, oi, it won't be for long.
We just got to hide the car.
- And the body.
- And the...body, yeah, I'm...
- Wait.
- Still working on that part.
- What body?
- Just give me a sec.
Chance, just take us
to your place, mate.
- Do I have a choice?
- What do you think?
Good man.
Avoid main roads.
OK, you remember
the homeless guy?
- The one you beat
the shit out of?
- Yes, yes, that one.
- OK.
- He's in the back.
- OK.
Why?
- He just--and he--
he just is, OK?
- OK.
Settle down, relax. OK.
- So the guys we hit
might not be dead.
They're in hospital right now.
- Wait, "they"?
- Yeah, it's a mum and her kid.
- What the fuck?
- Fucking hell.
- Yeah, yeah, well,
if they do make it,
we might not get life in jail.
So I had to fucking clean up
the rest of the mess.
- Yeah, righto.
- What?
- You've changed
your tune a bit.
- Yeah, I had a fucking--
look, this is what's
happening now, OK?
- OK.
- We were gonna go
dump it somewhere,
but I guess that's not possible
now we got a fucking fugitive.
What the fuck did you do,
by the way?
- Don't worry, mate.
I just don't want
to talk about it.
- I'm a little worried, mate,
not gonna lie.
You're covered in blood.
- I just want to relax.
OK?
- All right.
All right.
Hey, it's good to see you, man.
How you feeling?
- Fuck.
- I just want to go home, man.
- You can't, mate.
I'm sorry.
- Ayden was not a bad kid.
He wouldn't hurt people.
Jesse hurt people.
- Are you sure about that?
- Yes.
What you need
to understand is that Jesse
was a very powerful person.
He got in Ayden's head.
And then with all the business,
with the drugs and the girls,
and it just mucked him up.
- You were aware
of his drug use?
- Well, he hid it very well.
Yeah, I mean, we got rid
of anything we found,
but, you know, he swore to us
that everything was Jesse's.
- And you believe that?
- Well, I believe my son, yeah.
Um--
- We going in?
- I got to, um--
I got to check
that my dad's asleep.
- Sorry?
- I just--
Trust me,
it's better for everyone
if he doesn't know
what we're doing.
- What exactly are we doing?
- I guess we wait for a bit.
- How long?
- It's not gonna be dark
for much longer, man.
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- Well, we don't have
a way of transporting him.
- So why the fuck
did you bring him?
- Well, my plan would have
worked if you didn't alert
half of fucking Victoria Police.
- Hey, I didn't fucking
kill him in the first place.
- Yeah, and I didn't feel
like going for a drive.
Look at my fucking face.
- We're back to being fucked.
- You can make it
look like a suicide.
- What was that?
- Slit his wrists or something.
- Yeah, his face is all mushed.
- True, but I like
the thinking.
We could drop him
off at Westgate.
- How are we
getting to Westgate?
- Uber.
- You're not fucking serious.
- Yeah, no, no, no, no,
we put him in a bag,
uh, like a suitcase
or something, and we--
- Yeah, and we're leaving
a trail for the police.
- No, we can make
Chance call it.
- Sorry?
- Uh, Chance almost
fucked us back at Rats.
You sure he'll be willing
to lie when the cops
come asking fucking questions?
- We could drop him
off a bridge too.
- Sorry?
- Whatever.
- What?
What?
- Ah!
Ah, relax, man.
We're not gonna kill you.
Wait, you're not gonna--
You're not gonna dob on us,
though, are you?
- No, absolutely not.
- Right.
Yeah.
'Cause, you know, we're all--
we're all mates now.
And you wouldn't
dog your mates.
- No way.
- Wouldn't you, Chance?
- No.
- Right, no.
- No, no, no.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Beauty.
All right,
now go check on your dad,
'cause I really need
a fucking piss.
- Thank you.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, you're not
going in the garage?
- I can't.
- A lot more out
in the open here, mate.
- There's, um--
there's stuff in it.
- Open it.
- No.
No.
- All right.
Thank you.
Which one is it?
- Red.
- Two minutes
or we're coming in.
- OK.
- Yeah, we probably
have to kill him.
- What the fuck
is your problem, mate?
- He knows everything.
- Yeah, what, are you
in the fucking Mafia?
- No, he's had
a traumatic night.
He tops himself.
It tracks.
- Yeah, OK, but, like,
have a heart.
How about that?
- No, no, no.
No, you don't get to play
moral cards anymore--
- It's not always--
- Not after you left me
at the fucking club.
- It's not always
a competition, brother.
It's not always a competition.
- Can you stop being
so fucking mopey?
- I'm tired.
- Who gives a fuck?
Hey, you smell that?
- Yeah, it smells like piss.
- Hands up, boys.
Names, please?
- Uh, Jesse.
- Ayden.
- Jesse, Ayden,
pleased to meet you.
I'm Dan, Chance's dad.
- Pleasure.
- What's that?
- Don't worry.
- I'm a little hard of hearing.
You just have to speak up.
- Sorry.
- Oh, nothing to be
sorry for yet, mate.
Oh, yeah, there were cops.
Were we followed, boys?
- No.
- Yeah, that's
what fuckwit said.
Well, we'll see.
All right, in we go.
While we're young.
Door to the right, boys.
- I'm sorry, mate, but I really
need to use the bathroom.
- Oh, fantastic.
Get on through.
- Who's--
- Jesus.
- Oh, don't bring him
into this, right?
All right, come on in.
Take a seat, boys.
Over there.
Don't stand on ceremony.
Sit.
Relax.
You're in my home.
Hey, fuckface, get in here.
- Chance, what the fuck?
- He was awake.
- Look, um, let's make this
quick, all right?
Just talk me through it
again, Chance.
- Um, OK.
Uh, he jumped in my car,
and he threatened me
and made me
put a dead guy in the boot.
And then, um,
we picked up that guy,
who, uh, was getting arrested
by cops.
And then I accidentally
ran over the cop's foot.
And then they told me
to come here.
And then I--
- All right, so...
there's a dead guy
still in your boot, yeah?
- Yeah.
- And did the cops
get your plates?
- I, um--
I don't know.
- Fuck's sake.
You're so fucking stupid.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry.
- Boys, you know
what you've done tonight?
You fucked me.
You've royally
fucked me tonight.
See all this?
This is millions,
hundreds of millions.
And if the cops get here
and take a look at it,
it's gonna go right down
the fucking toilet.
Now, uh, I know you've had
a rough night, you know?
You're probably fucked up
on whatever it is.
And, you know,
you're, um, dealing with that.
But, uh, you brought me
into this now,
and, uh, I didn't ask for that.
- I just--
- Ah, ah, ooh.
I wasn't finished, mate.
- Sorry.
- Worse than all that,
you brought my son into it.
Little fuckhead that he is,
he's still my boy.
- I just want to say
that I personally actually
didn't get your son involved.
- You piece of shit.
- Uh, look, I don't really
give a rat's ass who did what.
Point is, you're here now,
and together we're gonna
sit down and figure out
how you're gonna pay for this.
- Honestly, and I'm not just
saying this to save my ass,
but I think
you should let us go.
'Cause, you know,
it's like you said, right?
Like, we're all fucked anyway.
So, uh, there's not really
much we could do now, is there?
- Yeah.
- OK, so what you're saying is,
there's no reason
why I shouldn't put a bullet
in your fucking head, is there?
- Oh, fuck!
Please don't! Please! Please!
- No, I'm not--not saying that!
I'm saying that we're gonna
pay in jail time anyway.
- Yeah.
- So anything that you've done
is gonna look a lot worse
with the death of two boys
on your hands.
Respectfully, mate.
- You don't know
what I've done.
- Please.
Please.
- My parents are lawyers.
Huh?
We have money.
We can represent.
- Yeah, good try.
Your turn.
- I have a family.
I have people that love me.
- Oh, spare me.
- Please, please,
don't do this.
- No, sorry, mate.
Say good night.
- No, please!
Please don't!
Please!
- The fucking waterworks.
You're gonna have a bit
of a fucking cry.
- Please, please.
- Do it.
- Don't fucking--
- What's that?
- Do it.
- What the fuck, cunt?
- He deserves it.
- Are you fucking for real?
- Oh, he does?
- Please, mate!
- Oh,.
I'm gonna fucking do it.
I'm sorry, mate. Good night.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!
- No!
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- I'm not gonna
fucking shoot you.
That'll wake up the whole
fucking neighborhood.
- What's this?
What's that?
- Oh, my God.
- Hey.
- Please, please.
- Yeah, this'll do.
- Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, fuck!
- I swear we weren't followed.
- Bullshit!
- You can all get fucked!
- Oh, you little shit!
- What the fuck, man?
- I'm gonna fucking kill him.
I'll fucking kill him!
- What a--uh,
what about the garage door?
- We took the fucking wires out.
- Fuck.
- Block your ears, boys.
- Stand down!
- Fuck.
- You all right?
Hold this, please.
Where, uh, where do you reckon
the bathroom is?
What?
- You just shot him.
- I'm gonna piss my pants, man.
- Did you mean
what you said to him?
- Sorry, what?
- When you told him to shoot me,
did you mean that?
- Uh...
oh, no,
I was gonna grab the gun.
- No, you fucking weren't.
- Yeah, I was.
Hey, just chill out.
Chill.
- Oh, you've made yourself
at home, then.
- My turn.
- Yeah, could you
make it quick, please?
We've got all of 10 minutes.
- Fuck off, Ayden.
- OK.
Bullshit. Uh, OK.
So...
Cheers, mate.
Jesus.
Yeah, well, fuck that.
Cheers.
- Did you piss in it
or something?
- Um, maybe a little bit.
- Little bit?
Cheers.
- Oi.
To a night
that never fucking ends.
Did you finish it?
- No.
- Ah, you're a pussy,
then, mate.
Is that better?
- Yeah.
I'm done, man.
- Me too.
- You want to wait it out here
or head somewhere else?
I don't particularly feel
like going anywhere, mate.
- All right.
- Good morning.
I'm just gonna ask you
some questions.
Don't feel obligated to--
- Just get on with it.
- OK. Um...
Obviously, there's some
sensitive material in here,
so I just wanted to make sure--
- I'll be fine.
All right.
Let's start with Jesse.
- So you want to tell me
what happened at the club?
- No.
- Fair enough.
- You want to tell me why
you brought the homeless guy?
- I, um--
The news article
only reported that they
were looking for the driver.
- Oh.
- Figured if I cleared myself
of everything else
I did tonight,
I could get off a bit easier.
- Gotcha.
Although that's assuming
I wouldn't rat you out.
- Yeah, well, I kind of
thought about that too.
- Yeah?
- I met Jesse
at a time in my life
where I was very lonely.
Jesse, do you know
that you're a manipulator?
- Where's that coming from?
- You--you're the reason
we went out driving tonight.
And then you told me
to hit that homeless guy.
And then you left me
at the fucking club.
- Is this still about
the fucking car?
- Just shut the fuck up.
I was constantly
seeking his approval.
Just listen to me, please.
Yeah?
- OK.
- Tomorrow--or I guess today
the police and the news
are gonna show up at my door
and everything
is gonna go to shit.
And they're gonna ask me why
I did all those things tonight.
Now, I know deep down
that it's not my fault
'cause I'm a good guy and--
and I'd never do something
like that.
And my parents,
they already don't like you.
And everyone around me thinks
that you're a bad influence
and--and--and that, like,
you know, I know better.
So the only person
whose story won't line up is...
You.
He just led me
down a dark path.
- This bad path he was on.
- Jesse just took him
down a bad path.
- You got your head so far
up your fucking ass, mate.
- Listen to me, please.
Just give me this one thing.
So...after you killed Chance--
- So--so, what?
- After you killed him,
you finally decided
that enough was enough.
And so you OD'd.
And that's how
your night ended.
And I've been at home
ever since, uh--
ever since that cop told me
to leave the city.
And I've been asleep
all this time.
And, um, I won't find out
about all the things
that you did until tomorrow.
- That's why you
came back to get me.
- The things that he's done,
the lives that he's
ruined, it's--
well, it's unspeakable.
- What do you want me to--
What--what do you
want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
What could I have done?
- You know, you called me
a fucking sociopath earlier.
- Yeah, well,
you lied about the car.
- Would you shut the fuck up
about the car, Ayden?
- All right, mate.
- You're not my fucking mate.
You're a snake, and I've
never fucking liked you.
- Don't say shit like that.
- I mean it.
- Don't.
Then why do you always
hang out with me?
- Because you answer.
- I hated Jesse.
Jesse...
you probably won't believe me
when I say this, but...
I look up to you
so fucking much.
- What am I supposed to do with
that information now, Ayden?
- Nothing.
You might be a piece of shit.
And I know you'd drop me
at the first chance you get,
but right now,
we're all we've got, mate.
- I mean, why is it so hard
for you to understand?
- Because everyone seems
to disagree with you.
- Well, I fucking lived it.
- I'm starting
to feel it, Ayden.
- It's quick.
You just drift off to sleep.
- I feel it.
- I know, brother.
I'm really sorry.
- Are you?
Course.
- That fucking dingo
was crazy, huh?
Sure was.
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
If I could take it all back,
I would,
absolutely, in a heartbeat.
- If the culture of the school
wasn't so toxic--
- Here we go.
You're gonna lecture me
about parenting now?
Do you know what my father
would have done?
- Tell me you
enjoyed it at least.
- What?
- "What?"
Bashing the homeless guy,
killing Chance.
You like the power.
- No more than you do, mate.
Not that it's a competition.
- It's been good, huh?
- Ah, fuck you.
- It's been good.
- Fuck you.
- Ayden?
- Yeah, mate?
- I think my heart
just exploded.
- Jesse?
Jesse?
- Try not to move.
You're in a hospital.
You're gonna be OK.
- Is she alive?
- I'm so sorry.
- Ayden.
- Oh.
Oh.
- Where the hell have you been?
- I was out.
- Doing what?
- I don't know.
I'm tired.
- Drugs?
- Maybe.
I don't know.
- Do you know what the time is?
- No.
- Joe, just let him go to bed.
- Were you with Jesse?
- Don't ignore me, Joe.
- His parents have been calling
here nonstop, worried sick.
We thought that--
We're glad to see
that you're all right.
- I'm fine.
- Ayden.
You can tell us
what's going on.
I killed him.
I killed him.
I killed him.
- Well, what do you mean?
- I--I--I hurt so many people.
I, um--I killed him--Jesse.
I didn't even care.
We just--we--we went
for a drive,
and then we had an accident
because Jesse was high.
And then it just got worse.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
- Who are you?
You're not my son.
- Joe.
- Do you really mean
the things that you say?
What have you done with Ayden?
You killed someone?
Why?
Why, what--
What the fuck
did you do, Ayden?
What's going on?
- You're scaring him, Joe.
- Scaring him?
Are you hearing
what he's saying?
I'm scared.
- No.
- No, you didn't just tell me
that you--you killed someone?
- No, I--
- I mean, Christ, Ayden,
what the hell
do you expect me to say?
- I--
- Just go to bed.
- Not a chance.
- Joe, he's clearly
been through enough.
Look at him.
- I don't believe either of you.
Speak, Ayden.
- Can I please go to my room?
- Baby.
- Don't.
Don't you fucking "baby" him.
He's a fucking adult.
- Let him go upstairs.
We'll talk about this
in the morning!
- Linda, this is insane!
What did you do, Ayden?
- It's gonna be OK.
- I need to call the police.
- No!
- No, please.
Please.
- OK.
OK. OK.
- We'll get you a good lawyer.
- It's OK, baby.
It's OK.
Just tell me.
Just tell me what happened.
- I can't.
- Just tell me.
- Oh, please.
- Just tell me.
- I didn't do anything.
- I know, baby.