Okay Ned,
you've got 90 minutes.
Any subject you like,
time starts now.
We all have one
thing we're ashamed of.
The memory of one
moment so embarrassing
we don't think we'll
ever get over it.
A moment that still wakes
us at four A.M. sweating.
My terrible moment happened
because I was afraid,
I was afraid because I
lost the only true friend
I'd ever known.
People do bad
things out of fear.
For me, the good life ended
when mum died a few years back.
Suddenly, dad married Natalie.
They were living in Dubai
and I was in boarding school
in the middle of nowhere.
A school where rugby
was a religion.
Where I was persecuted daily.
I mean, legally you
guys shouldn't be able
to force me to go to school.
Legally I'm basically an adult.
You're basically an adult
but you're actually like 16.
Yes, 16 is your actual age.
Which is why the
idea of us letting
you leave school is absurd.
So you're pretty much
sending me to jail?
Even prisoners make
an effort to fit in.
They do jigsaws together, play
ping pong with each other.
Could you please
listen to yourself
for the briefest of moments?
Excuse me?
Ned, conforming is
part of being a grown up
and letting you leave school
early would be sending
you to jail in a way.
Boys that leave school at
your age doom themselves
to a life of sweeping
up supermarket floors.
Dad was obsessed with
the guys who swept
supermarket floors.
And then crime, naturally.
Natalie, Adam Quinn's
boy, he was expelled
from school last year, now
apparently, he's a bum in Paris.
No way, really?
Yes, reading his poetry
on the Metro for money.
Practically begging,
it's desperately sad.
So just think about that.
A bum in Paris.
I would've loved that.
But was I bad enough
to get expelled?
This year would tell.
Have my own room, magical.
Did you just say you
have your own room?
No way, let me see.
Oh.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my tormenter in chief.
Okay.
Maybe the reason you
have your own room
is so nobody gets
bummed, you know,
in the middle of the night.
And hello to you too weasel.
I trust the summer
treated you well.
I trust the summer
treated you well.
Oh, you are an utter bender.
Weasel, you fucking ledge,
I haven't seen you in ages.
Alright.
Back to jail
and just like prison,
if nobody likes
who you really are,
then buddy, you better
hide yourself away.
Here's an example,
for English essays,
I stole the lyrics
from obscure songs,
the very old Mr. Fatrell
would never know.
But it was a private joke.
But nobody else knew the songs
or cared one way or the other.
Everyone at Woodhill college
was obsessed with rugby.
And I didn't hate
rugby but what happened
if you didn't love it?
Yeah, that sound means gay.
I have no idea why it means that
but believe me,
I heard it a lot.
I should explain.
Gay means crap,
bad, or different
and the fear of being
in any way different
ran through our school
from top to bottom.
Ask the lady to dance
and then, you know,
you get into a sort of a,
member it's kind of that
but do not do that, okay.
So any questions?
There were other
kinds of schools, of course.
Cool, modern day schools
where anything went.
But not here.
Today, we're gonna
be looking at...
talking about sexual identity
to anyone in our school, that
was like staring at the sun.
Have you any idea?
It seemed, you
could be whoever you liked
out in the world.
But our school wasn't
a part of the world.
Firstly, some sad news.
After a short illness
our dear colleague
and friend, Glen
Fatrell, has passed on.
Units, which will
mean some reshuffling
in the English department.
In honor of our recently
deceased English teacher,
one victorious
student will be chosen
to represent the school in
the national essay
writing competition.
There is a first
prize of five grand.
As a donation to the school.
Now, rugby.
Did you ever
meet an adult who wishes
they were a kid again?
That was our headmaster, Walter.
This school has
won 17 senior cups.
But it has been a long
decade since the last.
We have a fine crop of players.
The entire school needs to
support our fantastic coach,
Mr. Pascal O'keefe.
As for this guy, rumor
had it Pascal's wife left him
because he was too
obsessed with rugby.
And that, that's the guy
who changed everything.
Guys, guys.
Now young man, before we
show your mother your digs,
I need you to
promise me something,
I'm told you left
your old school
for repeated and
persistent fighting?
We're happy to
educate you as long
as that kind of behavior remains
in your past, understood?
Follow me.
Get out of that bin Kennedy
and seize egregious playing.
Yes sir, because
it's all my fault.
Apology accepted.
Now coach Pascal O'keefe
is a former pupil.
We've a fantastic crop
of players this year.
Men, Sonny.
Just one more till to the title.
Training starts tomorrow,
do not be late for Pascal.
Nice boy called
Ned is this room.
Parents live in Dubai.
What sort of a boy is Ned?
Veracious reader.
Well, I'll leave you
to say your farewells.
Honey I'm sorry your
dad didn't make it.
He wanted to, he was just...
drunk?
He's busy, he's
incredibly busy with work,
you know how hard he
works, he's flat out.
Just a hug.
Are you okay, miss?
Give me a second.
I can't share with
a guy like him.
Ned, Ned, Ned.
You know, my time on the
boy scouts as a young man
was rewarding on so many levels.
Beaver whacking, orienteering,
the nautical art
of making knots.
And although I may not
be able to remember how
to fashion a round turn
and two half hitches,
I will never forget the
lasting bond of friendship
that ensued.
Sir, the Geneva convention.
My decision is final.
Leave.
Yes, this was a
blow but it wasn't
as if the rugby team
would be congregating
in my bedroom.
We heard you were coming.
Yes, you're younger
than us but Pascal says,
if you're good enough,
you're old enough.
Look, Conor, this is the
last year for this dream team,
alright, we all
leave in the summer,
I've been captain twice
and I'll never compete
again, unfortunately,
so we have to end
this thing this year.
If I'm being honest
with you, I don't think
the chance is gonna come
around again for this school.
Training starts tomorrow, six.
Do not be late, do not be
late, seriously, big no no.
This is your roommate.
I was really starting
to wonder for a second.
I mean, this is a picture
of two guys wearing
the face off each other, Conor.
I mean, really.
That's not mine.
Touch me, homo and
I call rape, okay.
Jesus.
Weasel, give it a rest.
Conor, you're gonna have
to seriously consider
moving rooms, okay?
You're gonna get aids in here.
We cannot have a
teammate giving us aids
in the middle of a scrum.
Yeah, I'm not
totally sure that's how
the HIV virus is transmitted.
Go fuck yourself, Spainer.
And as for you, you just
made weasel's shit list.
Coming?
You were wondering
if there's another room
you could sleep in?
But what's wrong with the
room that you already have?
My roommate.
As a new boy, it
can be, it can be...
It can be what?
It's just, you can be.
Go back to your room Conor.
Good man.
The Berlin wall
was built overnight.
The world woke up
the morning after
and there it was.
Now, I'm no communist
but there's a lot
to be said for
acting decisively.
Did you know lizards
can regrow their tails?
That's how it was in our
school with English teacher.
One dies, another
grows in it's place.
No big deal.
Darren Finnigan.
Did you make that absurd noise?
Age 16, birthday June,
shoe size eight and a half,
fan of formula one car
racing, allergic to milk
and therefore all dairy, surely.
Father, management consultant,
mother stay at home mom,
bed wetter, I'd imagine,
and a coward for sure.
Congratulations Mr. Finnigan,
you are today's winner
of the witless tool
competition, be gone.
Anyone else?
No?
Good.
How did I look at that
stuff about Darren?
I read it.
And I read about each and
every one of you similarly.
There is no limit to what
you can learn from reading.
And with that in mind, I'm
assigning you an essay,
the essay is due on Friday
and the title of the
essay is a family member.
And before you consider how dull
and how asinine the
title of that essay is,
let me tell you that I'm aware
how dull and asinine it is
and I want to own the dullness.
Reveal to me who you are.
If you dare.
In the meantime, we're going
to be reading lord of the flies
by Golding, a cautionary
tale about giving power
to an impressionable mass of
fragrant and unkempt urchins.
Not that that's every
gonna happen in my class.
Okay, books open
please, page one.
The boy with fair hair
lowered himself down
the last few feet of
the rock and began
to pick his way
toward the lagoon.
Though he'd taken
off of school sweater
and trailed it
now from one hand,
his gray shirt stuck to him.
Go away, thank you.
Woah.
Sorry, sir, I thought
you were a pupil.
No.
What's with the Berlin wall?
It's a matter of necessity.
Right, who's your roommate?
Oh honestly, I don't know.
Right well I've
got a delivery for.
No way you can make
him feel welcome, no?
Yeah, see, he's
a rugby player so,
believe me, my friendship
would be a hindrance.
That's quite a persecution
complex you got going on there.
Thank you.
You gonna let
me hear something?
Well, I can't play
and even if I could,
I don't think I'd play
anything that you'd like.
Just play something.
Okay, so that's d.
That's d.
Is d your only...
d is my only chord, yeah.
I see, okay well,
lift the finger up to
that one, higher there.
Yep, now play.
Now you know another chord.
See you.
Sir, I'm really really
sorry, I know I'm late,
it's just, I couldn't
find my boots,
I thought I put them in my bag
and I thought my bag was in
my classroom but I left...
Conor, relax.
You're new, it happens.
The lads are running drills
out there, get ready,
I'll go out with you.
Get you introduced.
Once you cross that
white line, Conor,
I want you to concentrate
on just one thing.
Express yourself.
Good to go?
Yeah.
After you.
Everyone, this is Conor.
Conor won the junior cup
at st Barts last year kicking
19 points in the final, huh?
I asked him up with
the seniors so he sees
what we're made of, give
him something to aspire to.
Also, give Wallace a
bit of competition.
You've met our captain Victor,
apart from him, far too
many names to remember
but I'll give you the gist.
Key Chafrey, prop.
Tom Quillin, current
place kicker.
We get our speed
from this fellow.
Scrum half one, two.
Chief wrecking ball.
Okay, line out, first
against seconds,
Conor, play a 10 for the first.
Wallace, where's Wally?
I'm here.
Defend it.
Don't worry about
it, I got you.
You're an animal.
Monster.
Wallace, come back in for Conor.
Conor, take a break.
Take a break.
We've only just begun.
Okay, reset!
Is it broken?
Of course it's fucking broken.
Well done lads,
yeah good play.
Don't worry about that weasel.
You never were a looker.
Anyone see Conor masters?
He never came in.
Tell me who you are.
I set an essay title for you
because I wanted to
find out about you
and there were some
excellent essays
but there was one that
stood out above all.
Ned wrote.
Do you wanna get up here and
read it in front of the class?
I'm actually okay, thanks.
I mean, thank you but
I'd just prefer not to.
I appreciate that.
But I think you should.
The next person to make
a single solitary sound
of any sort is in
hideous trouble.
Go ahead, Ned.
A family member.
I have this cousin
who's name's Kevin
and I'm pretty sure he's
destined for heaven.
He's always spotlessly dressed,
clean and neat and
totally smooth.
He likes to wear this
fur-lined sheepskin jacket.
Keep going, please.
Kevin, start the same.
My perfect cousin.
He doesn't, he's his
father's pride and joy.
His brother's little gone boy.
He thinks I'm bit of a coward
cause I universally...
stop, stop, stop.
Sit down.
Listen to you, the baying crowd.
Behaving like sheep.
Why do you assume that
this lesson isn't for you?
Never, ever, ever
use a borrowed voice.
You're all individual.
Stop, stop!
You spend your whole
life being someone else,
who's gonna be you?
Get out.
Turn it down?
No, not that.
Today, that was pretty cool.
I like the song.
Could you go straight
to hell please?
I liked it a lot.
Why do you like
so much old stuff?
Well because modern
life is rubbish.
I hear that.
So I saw weasel's face.
How'd you know I did that?
Word gets around, even to me.
Can I ask you a question?
It's personal.
Are you gay?
Don't worry Conor, I'm not gonna
bum you in the night or any...
no, sorry, I'm sorry...
was that it?
That was your question, was it?
It's not really the
music, it's more the story.
How someone can write
about themselves like that,
about their family,
it's mad isn't it?
Well yeah, the
madder, the better.
So you're not just
taking the piss?
I like the song.
Well follow me then.
Didn't know this was here.
Found these last year.
Vinyl.
Look at those faces,
what were they thinking?
Well, none of them
ever cared about
the stuff that matters
here, that's for sure.
And I can't wait
to get out of here.
What are you gonna be?
I am basically unemployable.
But I'll be free.
My dad and I used to
sail that before he,
before he became
interested in other things.
I remember sitting at
the front of the boat,
that felt free, like flying.
You still got the boat?
It's still there, I
think, rusting away.
So what's it like to
punch someone in the face?
Woah, show me that, how
do you know a chord?
I can like music, you
know, we're not all the same.
So you on his shit list?
I think you've been
taken off that list.
I never knew I'd been
lonely until I found a friend.
Not that Conor and I
were peas in a pod.
I mean, I never met someone
who liked to run around
as much as I liked to sit
down and do nothing at all.
My defenses were coming down
and I'd never say it out
loud but it felt pretty good.
Weasel had suddenly
stopped bullying me
and I no longer dreamed
of being expelled.
Despite my best
intentions, I began to feel
like I fit in.
Four packs.
Yep.
What happened?
I was pocketed.
Again?
How many times is
that since September?
Three, no, four.
Yeah, how many have you had?
I've never been pocketed.
You've never been pocketed?
I've never been pocketed.
That's not right.
Anyway, this is for you.
What is it?
Birthday present.
Really?
Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna
get you anything obviously
but my wicked step mother
said, seeing as you're
a roommate and all, you
know, probably should.
It's a harmonica.
Thanks Ned.
Oh I have one more
present for you actually.
Yeah.
You wouldn't dare.
Wouldn't I, though?
Ned.
Have a good birthday.
Bastard.
Alas, poor Yorick.
I knew him, Horatio, a
fellow of infinite jest.
Mr. Sherry began
to work with us as a team.
And we all loved him for it.
Still, when an annual
variety show was announced
at the local girl's school,
no one stuck their hand up.
But Sherry had heard
us messing around
on those old guitars
and said, no, insisted,
that Conor and I
should play a song.
Hi fellas, how's it going?
- Extremely bad.
- Awful, thanks.
And why is that?
Well, we're not these
deadly Spanish guitar players,
we can't do an instrumental.
We have to do a song but neither
of us wanna be the singer.
I'm definitely not doing it.
No, me neither.
And why not the both of you?
What, like Simon
and Garfunkel?
Yeah, like Simon
and Garfunkel.
I don't think so.
Not cool enough
for you Ned now?
Honestly, no, not really.
Why, you young man
need to learn about
what is much more
important than cool
and that is...
What is beautiful.
High low.
Oh but sir, it's so high.
So high.
Don't gock, Mr.
Conor, training,
10 minutes man.
Come on.
Yes!
The school rugby team embarked
a long unbeaten win.
The local papers put
it down to my friend,
the new star out-half.
The players worshiped Pascal.
Number nine, congratulations.
You have an
announcement to make?
- No.
- Yeah, you do.
No.
You do.
Come on number nine.
Everybody, I just noticed
number nine tackling
and it's clear that
he has something else
on his mind so I'm guessing it's
because you and your
boyfriend are engaged
to be married.
The hell are you doing
breastfeeding the tacklebag?
Hit it.
You afraid to be hit?
Go sign up for the school opera.
I'm sure they're short
a few tavern wenches.
Everyone, gather round.
Time to get serious.
It is the nature of the
school that you hear
a lot of talk about
opening your mind
and the value of a
rounded education.
Bullshit.
We're about to walk
onto a battle field.
And once we do, the
last thing we need
is empathy for our fellow
man, to be feeling things.
Conor is leading us
out and he will have
a target on his back.
So from now on, men,
you're not a team,
it's a war zone
and you're in the army.
Shouldn't you be asleep?
Shouldn't you?
I'm not the one playing in
the quarter final tomorrow.
That is why I'm not sleeping.
I can't, me nerves.
You're gonna win.
You don't know that.
I don't know the
first thing about rugby
but I feel it in my bones.
Are you gonna be there?
It's not really my team.
This one time,
before you came here,
one of your teammates flushed
my head down the toilet.
So that is not going
on my autobiography.
You're better off without me.
I will be rooting
for you though.
Single file,
gentlemen, single file.
Conor, your old
man's out at the bar,
says he wants to
buy us all a drink.
Watch out, coming through.
Coming through, coming
through, here we are.
Watch yourself boys.
Help yourself.
Have a drink with
your old man, son.
Fine with water, thanks.
We can't toast the victory
without a man's drink, huh?
To my son, the athlete.
And to all you fine young men.
Cheers.
Conor later told
me that if he hadn't had
that first drink, his night
would've ended very differently.
Your dad is a
complete inspiration.
Best thing about
watching you play today
was realizing that all that
rubbish in the last school
was just rubbish.
That was the real
you today, huh?
I loved you today.
I loved you again.
You felt like my son again.
Not that shit from before.
Now come on, jump in and I'll
give you a lift back, huh?
We'll have a chats.
I'm getting the train.
Son...
After walking
for hours, I found
a cinema showing a
subtitled film about
a nun which was long.
I ended up late for the
coaches back to school
and that's when I saw Conor.
The idea was that I
would surprise him.
Far too young, sorry pal.
He's my friend.
He's older than you.
What kind of bar is this?
A bar for adults.
Okay, what kind of adults?
Gay adults.
Totally.
Just double checking.
I'm just gonna wait for him,
he'll be out in a second.
I better head.
It's getting late.
All this time, I thought I was
the only one on the outside.
Turns out, I couldn't
have been more wrong.
Well hello, Conor.
Here on the train.
I nearly missed
the bloody train.
So congratulations on today,
what did you play really well?
Well thanks sir, I
actually missed a few kicks
so not my best.
Oh did, oh okay.
I was told you got the quarter.
Semi, semi-finals.
- No pressure then.
- - No.
I might have a cup
of tea or something.
I like a cup of tea, I mean.
Not much of a coffee drinker
but I like a cup
of tea, or a pot,
nice big pot, pot of tea.
Big pot of tea.
Sir, before, it's not my team.
No, no, no.
I was bursting for a loo and
it was the nearest bar around.
Yeah, you know my
friend, my there Conor,
he's very affectionate.
There's no signs out front.
Yes, very poorly signed.
He's an Italian, you know,
he's all over, you know.
Oh Jesus.
Conor, I think a certain
degree of discretion.
I'm never gonna
say anything, sir.
About anything.
- Ever.
- Ever.
Okay, good.
Okay.
Right.
I might get a cup of tea,
do you want a cup of tea?
Do you want one?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay, have
you learned your part?
I have.
There's no avoiding
this any longer so,
let's just go for it, okay.
One, two, three...
sorry, Conor, before we start.
What?
Just, um...
Nothing, nothing.
You sure?
Yeah.
One, two, three, four.
You made me do it by myself.
- I just...
- Teamwork, Ned.
Yeah.
You ready?
One, two, three, four.
I thought we agreed
that you would go high
and I would go low.
We did.
I thought you said
you learned your part.
I did, I have, I mean
I have learned my part
it's just,
all I can hear in my
head is your voice.
And you know, it makes
me wanna follow you.
Well don't.
Sing your own part or I can
go high and you can go low.
No, I can be high.
Okay then, be high.
Okay.
One, two, three, four.
Think that was alright.
Yeah.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Conor, sport, kicking,
takes a quiet mind,
you need to have nothing
going on in there.
Okay?
So what's eating you?
Sir,
sometimes I just
feel like a robot.
Doing this again and again.
Maybe there's a little
more to life than.
You have a rare gift.
And you need to use it.
And recently I've noticed
you hanging around
with different
people, that's fine,
I suppose, whatever.
But here's the thing son,
you lie down with
dogs, you get fleas.
Have you identified the fleas?
Don't complicated this son.
There's you and that and those.
Now come on.
For fucks sake.
Good morning Pascal.
Walter.
Question?
Have you run a background
check on Dan Sherry?
And why would I do that?
Sherry's not married, is he?
What are you asking?
I don't know what I'm asking
only I'm sure you notice
that Conor masters level
is dropping, he misses
a number of kicks
in the match yesterday and
then very late last night,
I encounter him sauntering
back to school drunk
in the company of a
certain Dan Sherry.
I want you to Walter,
I'm concerned.
Did you not take the boys
for a celebratory glass
of beer last night?
- Yes but that was just...
- But nothing.
If you don't know what
you're asking, Pascal,
be careful what
you're insinuating.
Walter, I need your support.
Everything hinges on this.
We, the team, we need it.
Dan Sherry is a
teacher in this school
just like you and I.
This is the team.
Sherry is like me?
Nah, I don't think so.
Listen, forget it, it's fine.
I just wanted to put my
concerns on the record in case,
that's all.
In case of what?
Boys Conor's age are
highly impressionable.
You know this.
Certain types of people
as teachers around kids,
once you know for certain
that those certain types
of people are those
certain types of people,
I mean, I would consider
myself a Christian
and a liberal but...
but?
But those certain
aforementioned types of people,
those certain types of behaviors
are seriously not cool.
Not cool near children.
You know this.
Thank you Pascal.
I mean, you have
to know that Walter.
Thank you Pascal.
Thank you Walter.
Okay, this is a
lesson in projection.
What?
In projection, yes.
Yes, move back.
Keep going, keep going,
keep going, keep going,
stop, stop, stop, stop.
Okay, when you sing tomorrow,
you can't whimper like some
weird little field mice.
Okay, you've got to project.
Reveal to me who
you are if you dare.
Let your voices
bounce off the walls.
Alright, begin.
I can't hear you.
At all.
What?
Louder!
Yes, louder.
Louder, louder, come one!
Better.
I just have to
do more, you know,
flexibility, conditioning.
That's your out-half there.
Any idea why Conor
left his old school?
No.
You have a cousin at
st Barts, don't you?
Well, he's actually
a second cousin.
But actually, I was
meant to go there myself
but when my dad died...
he's letting all our
hard work go to waste.
I wouldn't be happen about that
if I was on his team.
Matter of fact, I'd be raging.
Knock, knock.
Ah, there's Conor.
Hey, can I ask you something?
Yeah.
Yeah, why are you hanging
out with that freak Ned?
That freak Ned is my mate.
Your mate how?
He's my roommate weasel.
Oh, okay, got you.
Everything okay up there?
Everything's
really good, Conor.
Just, I have cousin in st Barts.
Well, second cousin.
But I know everyone says
you left your old school
because I don't know, you
were fighting all the time
but I was talking to
him and I was wondering,
what was the reason, you know,
for all this fighting.
Why the fighting, you know?
What do you want, weasel?
Conor, I promised my father,
on his death bed, that
I would do everything
in my power to win that cup.
I'm not the only
one that's noticing
you're spending a lot of time
with the wrong kind of people.
What we're gonna do is,
you're gonna pick your
company a little bit better.
You're gonna focus
on the semi-final.
And we'll let the rumors
from your old school
be rumors from your old school.
Yeah, good.
Good chat.
Good chat.
When I woke up on
the day of the talent show,
and there was no sign of Conor.
I wasn't that surprised.
If you play for the rugby team,
you're up early for training.
You look up,
eyes up everybody.
You get to skip
all sorts of classes.
Especially when it
gets to the semi-final.
You're carrying the
hopes of the school
on your shoulders.
Is an education more
important than that?
But I was worried by six P.M.
He's not coming, okay.
Sir, I can't do it alone.
You can, you can do it.
So give it up for Clinton.
He's a genius.
He's not, he's not a genius.
How is he doing that?
All you need to
do is go out there
and let them hear your voice.
That's all, that's all
you need to do, okay?
From two current
Woodhill college students.
Hey good luck, don't
be nervous, you're fine.
One of us, actually.
Turns out there's
only one of us.
Oh Jesus.
Hey there Pascal.
Can I have a word?
It's a free country.
So you must be pretty
excited, quarter finals.
- Semi-finals.
- Semi-finals.
That's exciting, yeah.
It's no time for complacency.
No, no, no, quite.
So listen, Conor, he
didn't show up to sing
at the variety show.
He had kicking practice.
Oh, you knew about it.
Well in semi-final week our
out-half had more important
things on his mind.
Sure it wasn't you who had
other things on his mind?
I consider you something of
a Trojan horse, Sherry.
Not sure where
this is going, pas.
Encouraging Conor
masters to be a singer
one week before the
semi-final of the senior cup?
Come on, I'm
trying to help him.
You can have the weird
ones with the dyed hair
and the banjos.
I've got fuck all use of them.
No interest.
I say this to you the once,
you'd do well to let the
boy focus on his rugby.
You get me?
Got apple in your beard.
Meanwhile, the school rugby,
for out-half Conor masters.
Inspiration with
the ball at hand,
troubled off the kicking team.
Despite two penalty misses,
Woodhill college progresses
to their first senior
final in over a decade.
Everyone
who's ever been young,
so that's everyone ever,
knows just what
humiliation feels like.
But worse than the embarrassment
was Conor's vanishing act.
He had disappeared from my life.
And I can't believe
I'm about to say this
but I missed him.
We were friends.
I wasn't gonna give
that up without a fight.
Halt, who goes there?
Oh, can I help you?
I was looking for Conor.
So I can say well
done, is he in there?
Oh um, nope, he's
actually not in there.
I'm really sorry.
Maybe I'll just check.
Yeah well maybe
instead of checking,
you just piss off, does
that sound like a plan?
I'm not gonna tell you
again to piss off, okay?
Fuck.
Uh uh uh, no.
Hey Ned, Ned, leave it.
Come on man, just
leave him be, will you?
Thank you, I wanna go
see my friend, Conor.
He is not your friend,
he's your roommate.
He had no choice but
to hang out with you.
Do you get it?
Conor, this little, I
don't know vol appears
to be very much
in love with you.
Now, I told him, you're
that way inclined
but maybe I'm wrong.
Am I wrong, Conor?
Go back to the
fucking dorm man.
Yeah, go back to
the dorm faggot.
Tell them, Conor.
Go back to the
fucking dorm, man.
Tell them.
I only meant for Conor
to tell his teammates
that we were friends,
but looking back,
maybe he thought I
knew more than that.
Tell them.
I'm warning you.
Conor, this is some
shit right here.
Fuck off weasel.
See you later then.
Those masterful
images because complete
grew in pure mind,
but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the
sweepings of a street,
old kettles, old bottles,
and a broken can,
old iron, old bones, old
rags, that raving slut
who keeps the till.
Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where
all the ladders start
in the foul rag and bone shop.
Come in.
Go on then.
Everyone up.
Follow us.
Complusionary cheerleading
at the head of the final.
Pretty much the last place
on earth I wanted to be.
Lyrically these
songs left a little
to be desired but on this day,
lyrics weren't the problem.
It was what was behind them.
This wasn't my team.
Maybe the idea of
getting expelled
began to surface once again.
Honestly, I don't remember.
Sing.
Fucking sing.
Sing.
Sing you little queer.
They wanted me to sing?
I'd sing like a canary.
I had this big piece of
news that I could share
and what was I keeping it for?
There was nothing wrong
with being different,
I knew that and why did
Conor get to be adored
and me bullied when
we were both the same?
Oh I'd tell them,
I'd tell everyone.
Then they'd apologize
and everyone would be
on my side for once.
Finally, Neddie had the conch.
I'll tell you who's gay.
Oh I'll tell you
who's gay alright.
Conor masters is gay.
There it is, folks.
That terrible memory.
Your parents are flying
home from Dubai tonight.
They'll be here first
thing in the morning.
Ned, I'm aware you
haven't had it easy
in this school but
grabbing a megaphone,
disrupting match preparations,
it crosses a line.
Am I expelled?
You'll sleep in the
infirmary tonight.
We'll meet tomorrow
morning at eight A.M.
I expected so much
more from you Ned.
I expected compassion.
Towards a boy who was new,
towards a boy who was
always going to feel
a little different
from the rest of you.
You of all people I thought
could empathize with that.
Go on, leave.
It's funny
how it goes, isn't it?
Now that I'd seemed to
have achieved my goal
of getting expelled,
there was nothing
I wanted more than
to go back to being
a pupil in this school.
Hey Conor.
Can I talk to you?
Yeah, yeah course you can.
Although I can't let
you in here, sorry.
Stupid regulations.
Come on, we'll go for a walk.
So, big day tomorrow Conor.
It's the first final
in, how long is it?
Yeah, I can't do.
It's just nerves,
you're a great player
with a great team, you're fine.
It's got nothing
to do with it.
Sir, I saw you with your friend.
You were together.
So you saw me with a
friend, Conor, so what?
Look, I know it's hard.
I know.
But it gets better, trust me.
When I'm older.
Yeah, when you're older.
Sad fact of life.
So, I'm just
supposed to keep lying?
It's not a lie.
It's not necessarily lying
if you keep something
to yourself.
But if you pretend to
be something you're not
then that's a lie.
Sir, I remember the
lesson with Ned,
I remember when
you called him out
for plagiarizing that song.
Don't use a borrowed
voice, you said,
find your own voice,
don't be a sheep.
Sir, you said that lesson
wasn't just for Ned,
you said it was for all of us
so why am I exempt,
why am I different
from everyone else?
Can't be all things
to all men, Conor,
at all times, its not smart.
Why not?
Sometimes you need to
keep things hidden away
to protect yourself.
There will come a
point in the future
when you won't have
to lie anymore.
Trust me.
Will there?
Yeah.
And did you hit that point?
This isn't about me.
It gets better.
It gets better.
That's all I can say to you.
Please believe me, Conor.
How on earth can I even
begin to believe you?
Oh Conor,
Conor.
Jesus Christ,
Conor it's 11:05.
We take this type of
transgression very seriously.
We'll take the
midterm to consider.
But punishment will be severe.
I appreciate all
of that, thank you.
Tell me though, what
happened to my son's face?
Well we can't get an
answer on that, I'm afraid.
Ned?
Nothing happened.
Something happened.
This is nobody's
fault but my own.
More than anything,
this is about preserving
the ethos of the school.
Sir, sorry.
Wait outside, Victor.
I can't sir.
Conor's gone missing.
He didn't stay in
his bed last night.
He's gone.
Well have you told Pascal?
I mean, Mr. O'keefe.
No, I thought I'd
come to you first.
Well tell Mr. O'keefe I wanna
see him here immediately.
Go on.
Yes sir.
Sir, Mr. curly
wants to see you.
Victor, I thought
you were supposed
to be Victor and Conor.
Where's Conor?
Sir, there was an
incident yesterday.
Conor, he's gone missing.
What do you mean
missing, Victor?
Walter wants to
see you, sir, now.
Walter wants to see me?
Of course this has
to happen today.
Thank you Victor.
Hey Pascal, good luck today.
You okay?
Is your delight Sherry?
Over the fucking moon, yeah?
What?
Conor masters, huh?
Missing on the day of the final.
- Missing?
- Missing, yes.
What part of missing
don't you understand?
When we get back, can I
please jump out in town?
I really need to do something?
You must be kidding.
Look dad, I know
I'm in trouble
but I wouldn't ask if it
wasn't absolutely vital.
Not only are you
not jumping out, Ned,
you are massively,
unbelievably grounded
until we can figure out
what to do with you.
Dan.
I suppose you heard
about Conor masters.
Yeah.
His parents don't
know where he is.
Well, I've notified
the coach anyways, so.
And we have an untested
player in out-half.
I mean, Wallace is a pest.
Oh who cares about the
fucking rugby Walter?
Some boys don't play rugby.
What about those boys?
Ned, Ned!
Fuck.
Conor was always running.
I couldn't understand it.
But now I finally got it.
You have to know that you're
running in the right direction.
Men.
You might be wondering
where our out-half is.
Earlier, as you know, I was
called to Mr. curly's office
and informed that the boy
had some kind of breakdown
and has gone missing.
Today of all days, I know.
I don't know if you're aware
of the rumors swirling around.
But it transpires that
he was dealing with,
serious personal issues.
But he's missing today,
and I wanna tell you this,
we are way better
off without him.
I mean, we all have
personal issues
but look around you,
anyone who can't be trusted
to put those issues to one
side can't be part of a team.
We all have shit that we're
going through you know.
Do you run?
No.
You stay.
You stay and you
deal with your shit
by standing in a field,
blowing a whistle
in the fucking rain.
Let's go warriors, let's go.
Let's go warriors, let's go.
Hello?
Can I come in?
What do you want?
I want to apologize for
being a terrible friend.
So you knew
about me all along?
I'm so sorry Conor.
I want you to play.
There's still time.
You said that that
wasn't your team.
You've never even
seen us play before.
Look, I was wrong.
Okay, turns out I was wrong
about pretty much everything.
Not everything.
You don't have to
pick a side, Conor.
You don't have to be
one thing or the other.
You can be everything.
I'm not sure I
can play for them.
For weasel, for the coach.
It's for them.
You're not playing for them.
You're playing for us.
It's my team if
you're playing on it.
Reveal to them who you are.
If you dare.
If you dare.
Our team, yeah?
Conor.
What can we do for you?
Late again, sorry
about that lads.
You're mind is shot, right?
You're all over the
place, I understand that.
I wasn't shot.
Well at this point, Conor,
we all heard about the thing.
The thing?
The thing.
The thing?
The thing, the
thing, the thing.
Look, it's not your fault
but you cannot fit
into this team.
Since when?
Since, look,
you're incompatible.
Incompatible according to who?
Us.
According to all of
us, is that right lads?
I don't know if you heard
why I left my old school.
Yeah, we heard you
got in some fights.
I don't know if you
heard why I was fighting.
I was fighting everyone
who found out who I was.
Every last one of them.
But they kept coming
and I couldn't stop them coming
and I couldn't fight them all.
I couldn't stay and keep
denying it so I ran away.
To our school.
Thing is lads,
I'd like to stop
running away, you know.
I'm done with that.
Thanks to Ned here,
you all know who I am.
I'm the same me
that I always was
and I really really wanna
be a part of this team.
I'm here and I'm ready to play
so if you want me on your side.
Wallace has been filling in
and doing a perfectly good job.
Come on Pascal.
No I haven't, Pascal.
Believe in yourself, boy.
I believe I'm fucking
shit at out-half.
I'm weak and you know it.
Come on Pascal, just
put Wallace on the wing.
Well that's a pity Victor
because Wallace has just
put himself on the bench.
There is one coach on this team.
One voice, not 15.
You hear me?
Do you hear me Victor?
Congratulations Victor,
you're off the team now.
You're a pair of fucking tools.
Lads, I'm sorry but
this lad has ruined
your hard work for the year.
Anyone else walks
off to that side
and they're gone too.
I'll forfeit the
game if I have to.
I can do that.
That's enough, I said.
You hear me?
Ah for fuck's sake.
We all have that one
thing we're ashamed of.
The memory of one
moment so embarrassing,
we don't know if we'll
ever be able to forget it.
A single moment when not only do
we betray everyone around us
but we betrayed ourselves too
in the most terrible way.
Yes we all have that moment.
But the pain of remembering
the embarrassment begins
to fade eventually with
the help of a good friend.
I will never forget that game
for as long as I live.
Conor was everywhere,
everyone noticed him,
the determination
to shut people up,
to prove them wrong.
What he was feeling
spread throughout
the team like a fever.
People talked about
it for months after.
Conor's playing?
Yeah, your Ned found him.
Well he's a good kid, Ned.
Walter, this is Arthur.
Hello Arthur, Walter.
Arthur's me fella.
We're a bit of an item.
Like I said, I don't
think I'll ever be able
to get over the embarrassment
and the shame of what I did.
But in a way, some good
did come out of it.
That year, everyone in school
learned the same lesson.
Not to speak in
a borrowed voice.
You know, one
single year before,
I'd have given
everything I owned
for that kick to be missed.
But people change.