Heartbreak High (1994–1999): Season 1, Episode 14 - Episode #1.14 - full transcript

Come on, mate.
Bring him over here. Bring him here.

Come on, let go of me.
-That's it. That's it.

Let me whack him.

-Let me whack him, come on!
-Hey!

Teacher! Come on, get out of here!

Woo!

Woo, yeah!

All right.

It's all right, mate, they're gone now.

Let's have a look?

Oof. Well, I think you'll live.



Your leg might have to come off,
but I think you'll live.

Who were those boys?

Well, that was the fight about?

All right. Come on.

Well, what's wrong, mate?

They're-- They're waiting for me, sir.

Are you sure you don't wanna tell me
who they were?

All right. Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up?

Now, do you want a lift home?

All right. Come on, let's go.

All right.
Just pop your leg up there for me.

All right.

Does that hurt?

Well, you got any more,
any more cuts?



Well, let's get you home then? Okay?

Come on.

We haven't even started the day.

Morning.

Lovely day for it.
-Yeah.

The sun's shining,
the birds are singing,

and we've locked
900 hormonal adolescents

in a confined space against their will.
Life is beautiful.

You dag.

At least we can have lunch
in the staff room today.

Yeah, I guess so.

I am not eating in the canteen again.

Good. Because that's what
I want to talk to you about.

You know Marcia Hines?

Good morning. Feeling better today?

-You keep away from my son.
-I'm sorry, what?

Come near him again
and I'll knock you down.

Excuse me?

That's the man, isn't it, John?

I know all about it.

How dare you touch my son?

Well, look there must be
some mistake, because--

The mistake is letting
a perverted specimen like you

teach here in the first place.

That mistake is about to be remedied.

Come on, John.

Morning, sir.

Mr. Deloraine,
when I first learned

of Mr. Brown's sexual preferences,

you might remember I warned you
of the possible consequences.

How could you let this homosexual
have contact with my son?

Mr. Brown's sexuality is of no concern
to anyone but himself.

Now, he's on the staff of this school
because he's a good teacher.

Using a minor injury
to my son's knee as a pretext,

he lured John into the empty
toilet block where he…

Where he touched him
in an improper manner.

Is this what you call
being a good teacher?

This is a very serious accusation,
Mr. Masters.

Yes, well, he then took the boy
for a drive in his car.

Fortunately, John… Well,
John had the good sense

to ask to be driven straight home,

otherwise I hesitate to think
what might have happened.

Now, I want this teacher dismissed
and I want him dismissed immediately.

Any action
in this situation, if warranted,

will not be up to me.

Are you suggesting my son
would make up a story like this?

I saw John get out of his car.

I'm simply saying that we must follow
a strict departmental procedure.

-Don't try and fob me off, Mr. Deloraine.
-I'm not.

Look, frankly, I'm-- I'm astounded.

I've known Mr. Brown for several years.
I find him very--

I'm not interested in how well
you know the offender.

I'm only interested in what action
you're taking to get rid of him.

Mr. Brown, the music teacher?

No, Mr. Brown,
the hooker from the Broncos.

-I don't believe it.
-Me neither.

Believe it.
The kid's old man went berko.

-He nearly decked him.
-The poof needs decking anyway.

Graham's-- He's not like that.

What do you mean he's not like that?
They're all like that.

He's a packet of homo, isn't he?

-Hey, did you hear about Mr. Brown?
-What?

They reckon he got caught
feeling up some kid in a dunny.

-No way.
-What?

Some Year Seven kid, what do you reckon?

-It's garbage.
-I saw him do it.

-What, you actually saw him do it?
-Youmega saw him?

If I'd have seen him do it,
I would've thumped him.

Saw him take the kid in there though.

-I was about to say…
-You're full of it.

And you'd know, wouldn't you, sweetheart?

You phobics make me sick.
What are you scared of?

Getting jumped in the dunnies.

Look, not even a funnel-web
would jump you.

How come it's always you big, tough footie
players that are mega phobic anyway?

I mean, what happens
in these scrum things of yours?

Hey, hey, don't look at us, man.
We just play soccer.

Yeah, youse all lie on top of each other
kissing and stuff.

-Hey, hey.
-Just good clean fun, right. Okay?

We don't go all the way
like some people, all right?

I can't believe you're spreading
this stuff around,

you're all-- You all make me sick.

Who's spreading anything,
we just got here.

Yeah, what are you talking about?
You some sort of fag hag, are you?

Scumbag. Creep. Cretin.

Baby, come back,
do it again, I loved it.

Stuff you!

I see why you hang around
with her, Nicky. She's great.

Keep walking, Bordino.

Hey, hold on a minute, Jodie.
What did I do?

What do you think?

Hey, if this got anything to do
with Graham, it was just a joke, okay?

Yeah, sure.
You're just one of the boys.

Hey, listen.
It didn't mean anything, all right?

We were just having a joke.

-They're all the same, all right?
-Shut up.

-I know, take it from me. I know.
-It's just a joke, Jodie. Come here.

Hey, Chaka. How's it going?

-Hey?
-All right. I might be going to Darwin.

Darwin? What are you going
to Darwin for?

My dad's got a job there.

-How soon are you leaving?
-Very soon.

Well, how very soon?

Well, I might not go, my parents said
I can stay and finish school here.

Well, you're finishing school,
and that's final.

I've got a couple of days to decide.

We'll miss you Chaka,
you know that.

Yeah, Chaka.

Hey, man, take it easy.
She hasn't decided yet, all right?

Look, I'll make a few phone calls
and you can stay at my place, okay?

-What?
-Go Con.

Well, I'll ask my mum,
it'll be fine, okay?

I don't think so, Con.

I'm calling her now and that's it.

I'm not sure what I want to do yet.

Okay. Cool. Fine.

No, take your time about it,
you know, there's no rush.

Look, there's plenty of room
at my house, and...

I just wanna let you know…

you're more than welcome, okay?

Cool.

Now, I have to inform the Department
of Youth and Community Services

if I have grounds to suspect that
a child sexual assault has occurred.

Now, in order to discern between
a sexual assault and improper conduct,

I now have to discuss
the alleged incident with John.

We've told you what happened.

Yes, I need to know more precisely.

Now, John,
I--I know this is difficult for you,

but could you please tell us
what happened in your own words?

Well…

Mr. Brown, he touched my leg.

Exactly where did he touch?

Um…

In the toilets.

No, I mean where on your leg?

Look, I'm not alleging assault.

If I were, I'd be at the police station.

Um…

Mr. Brown, he touched me, here and here.

And he shouldn't have.

It was the first step in establishing
a salacious influence over my son.

"A salacious influence"?

Look, do I have to spell it out
in front of the boy?

I will detail it in the written complaint.

-When can I expect it?
-You'll have it by this afternoon.

In the meantime, you keep that man
away from my son.

Hey, faggot.

You got something to say?
-Me, sir?

Yeah. Either of you.

If you got something to say,
you say it to my face, all right?

Well, actually,
we've got nothing to say, sir.

-We're on your side, sir.
-There aren't any sides, okay?

Hey, poofta! Woo!
-Loser!

How are you doing?

Amazing.

I owe you, okay?

All right?

Just give me a call.

Hey, Chaka.

Hey, where you been?
-Shh.

Don't worry where I've been.

Listen, Chaka.

In front of these guys,
they're all my witnesses.

I give you these.

What?

Just to let you know how much
I don't want you to go, all right?

Where did you steal them, Con?

Look, I didn't steal them.
I let my fingers do the walking, okay?

And my mouth do the talking.

Yeah, I thought I'd seen them
in someone else's garden.

Will you shut up, Rose?

Listen, man.

They were grown for a special person

and that special person
was you, all right?

-Do you like 'em?
-Yes.

-Then smell them, they're beautiful.
-What did you spray them with? Impulse?

They're beautiful, Con.

Look, I just wanted to let you know
how I felt about you, okay?

Give me a whiff?
-Thanks.

Should I call my mum now?

Not yet, okay?

All right. I'll leave you
to it then, all right?

I'm proud of you.
-Let's go, Nick.

All right. Where are we going?

Hey, man, you've got to leave
them hanging, all right?

Take it from me,
you got to leave them hanging.

All right?

What do you mean
you can't tell me what was said?

I'm sorry.
I--I understand how you must feel.

I doubt it very much.

They're saying I touched him up
or something like that, aren't they?

My hands are tied. I'm prohibited
from discussing it with you or anybody.

-Everybody seems to know anyway.
-What do you mean?

It's the talk of the town thanks to
the little performance in the car park.

Car park?

The father bailed me up
and threatened me in the car park.

I didn't know about this.

I just can't believe the boy
would say I did anything untoward.

Did John actually say that I did?

I suppose
if this situation has gone public

I can show you the written complaint
and get a written response from you.

Great. Write, "I did not do it,"
a thousand times on the blackboard?

Look, whatever he or they
or anyone says, nothing happened.

I will say this,
it was extremely unwise of you

to have driven him home.

What, because I'm gay?

Because it's against
the regulations for everyone,

but yes, especially unwise of you.

-It's unfair, I know, but--
-Tell me about it.

This could-- This could ruin my career.

And I think you should, um,
keep your distance from John Masters

for the time being.

Is that an order or just a suggestion?

It's a firm recommendation.

But doesn't that imply that I'm guilty?

Look, once Mr. Masters sits down
and tries to write out a complaint,

he's gonna calm down and see reason.

I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing
just faded away.

That doesn't make me feel much better.

Chaka, wait up.

Hi.
-Hi.

Listen, I heard… Are you leaving?

I might be going to Darwin.

Darwin?

-When?
-Soon. Maybe.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Because I mightn't go, it depends.

-On what?
-On things.

And I probably should go,
you know, because of my family and stuff.

Yeah. It's a long way away.

I know.

-I don't want you to go.
-I don't wanna go.

But you still might?

Still might.

And I probably won't

but, you know, I might have to... go.

You know what I mean?

I've been looking for you.
Where have you been?

Leave me alone.
-Hey, what happened to Mr. Brown?

-Is he your boyfriend?
-Have you been into the toilets?

Just leave me alone--

You're weird, mate.

Hey, watch this.

Go on, hit me back.

Hey! Hey, you guys!
What the hell is going on?

Nothing, miss.

Yeah? Well,
it didn't look like nothing to me.

-We're just having a bit of fun.
-Yeah, well, why don't you head to class

-and I'll deal with you guys later?
-Okay.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

Yeah?

Do you want-- Do you
wanna tell me about this now?

Well, if you wanna talk
about this anytime,

you know, no one else
has to know about this.

Yeah. I'll talk to my father.

Okay. Well, just remember
what I said, okay?

You know where my office is.

Keep it down, please.

Keep it down.

Sir? Sir?
-Yes, what is it?

I was just wondering
if what they're saying is true?

Rivers, shut your mouth.

You tell me what they're saying,
and I'll tell you if it's true or not.

Don't take any notice of him,
he's a creep.

Well, I'm waiting.

Well, is it true that the area of a circle

is pi r squared?

Don't waste my time.

Sorry, sweetheart.

So tell me, sir, what actually did happen
in the car park this morning?

Crawl back under your rock, Bolton.

-Are you trying to be smart?
-S-Smart?

Not me, sir. No, not at all.
-No, we're just interested.

-Shut up!
-Make me, baby.

Just get on with your work.

Okay. Yeah. Work.

Yeah, well.

Um...

Did anything actually happen
to that guy's kid, sir?

Nothing happened to him.
Is there anything else you want to know?

No, no, sir.
We're as happy as pigs in--

Well, we're very happy,
let's just say that.

You know, it is good to know
that the toilet block is safe, isn't it?

What? What did you say? What did you say?

Nothing. What do you think I said?

-You little…
-Yeah. Come on. Come on!

Come on! Mwah! Let's see it!

See you, bye-bye.

Yeah. Get out!

Keep walking, babe.

Victory!

-You've got no idea!
-Hey!

-You are stupid.
-Have you got any bloody sense?

The guy's a fag.
Rivers saw right through it, mate.

-Where's Brodsky?
-Must be sick, sir.

That's funny.

Looked pretty healthy when I saw him
in the corridor a minute ago.

I think he's transferred
to another class.

I see, interesting illness.

Hewitt's suffering
from the same condition, is he?

-Could be, sir.
-What about Patikas?

There's a lot of it going about, sir.

It wouldn't be spread by parents,
would it?

It's marvelous how they get healthy
in another class.

-I trust that's satisfactory?
-Yes.

When will my complaint be submitted
to the department?

-Immediately.
-And when will it be acted upon?

I can assure you, Mr. Masters,

the department will treat it
with the utmost urgency.

Good.

There is one other thing
before you go.

As a result
of the unfortunate, confrontation

between yourself and Mr. Brown
in the car park,

the matter has become
public knowledge.

This has had consequences
for both your son and Mr. Brown.

-Has my son been harassed again?
-Not seriously, but we have taken action.

What sort of place are you running here?

Do I have to withdraw my son
for his own safety?

I don't believe that's necessary.
This is a fine school.

Yes, a school where a deviant
can encourage immorality and promiscuity.

I take exception to that,

and I remind you that Mr. Brown is
entitled to his presumption of innocence.

I'm not a vindictive man,

but there is a battle here
which must be fought and won.

Mr. Brown and his ilk must be defeated.

Sorry, I--I don't follow.

The tide of filth will be turned.

With his help, it will be turned.

I've-- I've had expressions of concern
on this subject from other parents.

Have you discussed this matter
with other people?

No, I've spoken with members
of my group, yes.

Which group is that?

We don't have a name as such.

We are simply
a like-minded group of people

who believe in the truth
as set down in the Holy Bible.

We've prayed on this matter
and we've been given our course of action.

Who threw that?
-Threw what, sir?

I know he wouldn't do a thing like that.

How do you know?

-So you reckon he did it?
-I don't know.

Well, I don't think he did.
-Me either.

What about you?

-Well, the jury's still out, isn't it?
-Pathetic.

Is Chaka coming or what?

I think she's on a date, Con.

With some gorgeous Turkish hunk.

Listen, I think I got
a pressing engagement to attend.

Look, I don't know
about this stuff, all right?

What do you mean?

What are you supposed to…

What are you supposed to do when some guy…
Some guy tries to crack on to you?

Get used to it.

-We get it all the time.
-Some of us don't get enough.

That's not what I meant.

I mean, it's different
when it's another guy.

-I think it's different too.
-Look, it's exactly the same.

Answer yes, no or maybe
if you try a little harder.

That's it, no need to sweat blood
and go and lash out and hit someone.

Did someone try something on you?

No, don't be stupid.
-Yeah.

Well, just as well, I'd flatten them,
especially if it was a bloke.

Spoken like a true bloke.

Yeah. Well, I just reckon
it'd be pretty hard to say no

to an older guy, especially
when you're a 13-year-old boy.

-Well, it's no different if you're a girl.
-So?

Look, being gay is not the issue.

It's just that people think
that because you're gay,

you're immediately a predator.

-Hello, Chaka.
-How's it going?

Is Con here?

-No, he had a "pressing engagement."
-We thought he was with you.

I told him it wasn't on weeks ago.

Well, maybe he's had a memory lapse.

Can I talk to you guys?

All of us?

Almost.

I've got a pressing engagement as well.
See you.

See you.
-See you.

I'm gonna miss you guys heaps
if I go.

Hey, we'll miss you too.

In a major way.

I've decided I might miss you too much.

So you're gonna stay?

Yeah.

Yeah!

I'm gonna miss my family heaps,
but I might need a little bit of help.

Anything you want.

I've got one little problem.

What's that?

Chaka, man. What's the G-O?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Far out, man,
these guys told me you're going out

with some, Turk or something.

Were you guys putting me on
or something?

What do you think I am, stupid?

I knew what was happening.

Don't worry, mate.

What the hell does
"homosexual influence" mean?

Is that supposed to be something
like hypnotism,

putting schoolboys under my spell?

Mr. Masters and his group
are on a mission.

They're looking for evidence
and you're it.

Heaven help us.

I might add
that he's completely sincere.

Well, I feel so much better
knowing that.

And the kid's being raised
in the same way.

He's been told
it's wrong of you to touch him

and he believes it.

-Unbelievable.
-Well, it's a father's right.

What, to inculcate fear and hate?

Well, I don't think that process
is gonna go away for a while yet,

-judging by the look of the world.
-So what next?

Do I wait for the burning cross
on the lawn

or is the crunch of jackboots
more their style?

It's all gonna blow over,
I'm sure of it.

Listen, Chaka, I think it's great
that you're staying, all right?

By the way, do you still wanna come around
and, meet my mum?

Con, I don't think it's such a good idea,
me staying with your family.

All right. Fair enough.

-Why?
-Well, because…

Okay, look,
you don't have to say it.

I know, it-- it's dangerous.

Sort of.
-Yeah. It's dangerous living with me.

Living with me
is like living with a volcano.

-Volcano?
-Yeah.

Mount Con, I can picture it,
I can erupt any time you want me to.

-Con, listen.
-What?

Look, you're the only person
I've ever listened to

in my whole life, right?
I just thought I'd let you know that.

See, people think
I'm a bit of a dork, you know.

I don't think you're a dork.

Yeah. Well, that's because
most of the time I am

and you don't get the chance to see
the real side of me, all right?

See, being a dork to me is fun,
you know?

And it makes other people happy.

Except now you've come along

and you've brought out
the non-dorky side of me,

and nobody else has done that for me.

-Listen.
-I'm listening.

Con, I really like you.

I like you too.

You're a good friend.

-Hey, I've heard this speech before.
-I hope you'll always be my friend.

You said that "F" word.

A good friend
that I really care about that--

You just still want to be
good friends?

I haven't changed my mind.

That's cool, you know,
being friends is cool,

you know, I can handle that.
There's no big drama.

-So it's cool?
-Yeah.

I'd rather be friends
than go all the way.

This way,
you wouldn't have to cry about me.

All right?
-All right.

Flat tire, sir?

What did you say?

Tell me, sir,
why aren't you driving to school today?

It's a nice day for a walk.
-Yeah, right.

Yes. It's a lovely day for a walk.

I can see what you're saying, mate.

Should we head off
to the toilets perhaps?

No, man. Didn't you hear?

It's backs to the wall in that place.

No, it's dangerous in there I hear.

Let's go ahead and see
if there's any action, shall we?

-Morning, Claire.
-Good morning, Graham.

You are sick!

-You are so sick!
-What did I do now?

Mr. Brown's car.

-What about it?
-We know you trashed it.

It was already trashed.

You know, Jap crap.

Hey, it had to be you, man.

You're the only guys in this school
that can't spell.

Yeah, good on ya.
-Did you do it?

-What?
-The car.

-Look, I didn't even know it was trashed.
-What happened anyway,

somebody give it a new paint job
or something?

Shut up, Bolton.

Who's next, me?

I'm a wog, I must be asking for it.

Please sit down, all of you.

Miss, did you hear
about Mr. Brown's car?

Yes, I heard and I'm disgusted.

Doubly so if any of you were involved.

Why the hell are you looking at me?

You are such a victim.

I'm a victim too.
Don't forget me.

I didn't do it, okay, Miss Milano?
-Yeah. Sure, mate. Whatever…

I came here to escape this. I thought
you're allowed to be different here.

Go back if you don't like it.
-Why don't you shut up?

Shut up!
-What's next?

Turn a blind eye to torture and murder?

Look, not all of us are gonna
turn our backs, okay, Chaka.

This is a history class,
why can't we learn from it?

Yes!

Just ask my dad, he knows.

-Well, maybe we should.
-What?

Would your father come and talk to us?

I don't know.

I'm not sure if he wants to talk
about what happened to him.

You know?

Hey, there he is.

Good news.

Gee, I'm already awash with it.

I've just spoken to the regional director.

He says no case to answer.
-Yes.

Yeah.
-Congratulations.

Well done.

Well, I'm sure
that's not the most appropriate word.

Yeah, well, it'll do.

Well, we thought we'd all go out

to have a celebratory drink
at the pub later.

Why wait till later?
-Yes.

Let the little treasures teach themselves
for just one afternoon.

Yeah.
-I agree.

Or maybe we could invite
the parents along.

They all love me, you know.

That's all gonna stop now,
Graham, yeah?

Well, my class sizes have diminished
in the last 24 hours.

Apparently, there's a virus going around,
I'm told I'm it.

It's all gonna fade out.

I've already had a word
in the ear of the P&C.

Come on, cheer up.

You know, at the risk
of sounding relentlessly positive,

you have to put this behind you now.

Yeah? Well, I would
if I thought it was over.

I received a little bit of fan mail
this morning.

-I think I'm gonna go to bed.
-Okay. Goodnight.

Who is it?

I'm so sorry.
-Graham…

Christina, quick.
-Graham?

-Are you okay?
-I'm all right.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Quick. Take him down.

I think I broke one guy's nose.

At least I hope I did.

Who were they? They weren't from
our school, were they?

Just yobbos.

They knew who I was though.

They all knew about the thing
at school.

Probably someone's big brother.

Do you want me to call the police?

Yeah.

Might as well have the full ugly drama.

Look, I think we should have
a doctor take a look at you.

One of them said something to me
inside the club.

I should have left then.

But you know, I thought,
why should I let them spoil my night?

Anyway, now I know.

I've decided I'm... gonna quit.

-What do you mean? Quit what? What?
-What?

Everything, you know.

Teaching, my flat, the area.

No, don't rush
any decisions now, all right?

Look, I've had it.

I just can't take it anymore.

No.

I'm out of here.

You're disgusting. You make me sick!

Whatever it is, I didn't do it, okay?

Yeah. Me neither.

Liar.
You're a liar and a coward.

What is this?
A lynch mob or something?

-Did you bash Graham?
-You did, didn't you?

-No, when did this happen?
-You know what?

I think you need a dose
of your own medicine.

Well, come on then, Zorba.
-Don't worry.

The cops will take care of him.

Look, we had nothing
to do with this, all right?

-It wasn't us.
-Is he all right?

What would you care anyway,
you thug?

He quit, man. He quit!

You've driven him out.
-Happy now?

-Look, I had nothing to do with it.
-You had nothing to do with it?

What, you get someone else
to do your dirty work for you, did you?

I had nothing to do with it.

You had everything to do with it,
even if you didn't hit him yourself.

You got a big attitude problem, mate.

I promise, I had nothing to do with it.

You're pathetic, mate.
I wouldn't even spit on you.

Sucked in.

You're a scum, Rivers.

A born loser, mate.

Bordino, rack off, mate.

You're weird, mate.

-Please, leave me alone.
-Make us.

Mr. Brown got bashed because of you.

-What?
-How come you won't fight?

What-- What happened to Mr. Brown?

He got bashed up because of you.

How come you won't fight?
Are you a wuss?

Now get up and fight, you wuss.
-Yeah. Come on.

Hey, hey.
-You want another one?

Hey, listen.
Hey, what's going on here?

-Nothing, miss.
-Nothing?

Nothing.

What do you think I am, stupid?

Well how about we go
to the principal's office

and talk about nothing?
Come on.

Okay, guys,
can I have you sitting down, please?

We have a visitor.

Hey, can we have you
all sitting down?

Davo!

Sitting down quickly, everybody.

Right.

On behalf of the class,
I'd like to thank you

for coming along to talk to us today.

Woo

We heard a little bit
about your experiences in El Salvador

and we'd love to hear some more.

You do not know
what I am going to say yet.

I do not know
what I'm going to say.

Perhaps there are some questions.

Sounds like a good idea. Any questions?

Danielle.

Um, where is El Salvador?

You call that a question?
-I was just asking.

This is a good place to start.

Um…

Sorry.

Here is El Salvador.

It is a small country

between Guatemala,
Honduras and Nicaragua.

-Yes?
-Who owns it?

Aw, what's that?

Who owns El Salvador?

Is it American, is what I mean.

Brain damage, he used to play rugby.

Hey…
-Sit down, man.

Sit down, guys, please!

It was just a question, sit down.

We--
We are not owned by the United States,

but we do drink Coca-Cola.

There are lots of other people
who want to own El Salvador.

The government thinks they own her,

but they don't.

The people own El Salvador,

that is why we are fighting.

And are you winning the fight?

I think the people are starting to win.

Will you ever be going back
there someday?

Perhaps one day.

I hope to... help...

rebuild El Salvador one day.

Did you…
They put you in prison, didn't they?

Did, what they call, "disappeared" you?

Mr. Cardenes, if you don't wish
to answer that, you don't have to.

Yes.

Yes, I was disappeared.

What for?

For nothing.

You mean they put you in jail
for nothing?

For thinking.

If you disagree with them,

they get rid of you.

If you want to live a different life,

they get rid of you.

You must think,

say,

do…

like them.

This is not freedom.

Hi. John, come on in.

Sit down.

How you doing?

Fine.

So…

Did Mr. Brown get bashed up?

I'm afraid so.

They're saying it's my fault.

Is that what the fight was about?

Well... th-they say I'm weird,

you know, because I won't fight…

and other stuff.

Yeah, well if they think that,
then I reckon they're the weird ones.

Well, fighting is wrong, isn't it?

Well, it says so in the Bible.

You turn the other cheek, do you?

That must be hard.

Yeah.

You said there was other stuff,

what are the other reasons
they pick on you?

Well, b-because I believe in Jesus.

And-- And because I pray.

Jesus answers prayer.

Yeah, I'm going to pray
for Mr. Brown.

Yeah, we've all been doing
a bit of that in our own way.

You like Mr. Brown?

Yeah, I like him a lot.

You-- You don't think he's bad?

No, I don't think he's bad at all.

Well, my father says
it's wrong for men to touch other men.

He says it's-- it's a very bad sin

and you go to hell.

And what do you think?

Well, it says so in the Bible.

If it says so in the Bible,
then it must be true.

I'm not an expert on the Bible.

It's just-- just I don't--
I don't want to go to hell.

I-If I tell you something,

will you tell anyone?

No, I'm not gonna tell anyone, I promise.

Well, Mr. Brown,

h-he was only trying to fix my knee.

Do you think I'll go to hell?

Look, I'm not-- I'm not an expert,

but I really don't think
you're gonna go to hell.

You okay?

Yeah.

Step this way, Mr. Masters,
let's discuss this in my office.

I've had just about enough of this.

Now my son tells me
that your school counselor

is encouraging him
to question his religious beliefs.

-Have a seat, Mr. Masters.
-She had no right!

I wasn't party to the actual discussion,

but I do know that John went freely

because he wanted to talk,
as is his right.

What about my right
to raise my son as I see fit,

without having his religious beliefs
deliberately undermined?

I do not believe that Miss Fatoush
would try any such thing.

She's trying to get your Mr. Brown
off the hook.

Miss Fatoush is simply concerned
for the well-being of John

as indeed we all are.

The answer to persecution
is not to weaken one's beliefs

but to find refuge in them.

Might I go so far as to suggest
there might be a similarity

between the harassment of your son
and Mr. Brown?

I see no connection whatever.

There's no similarity
between good and evil.

I'd like you to read this, Mr. Masters.

It's the department's findings
in your case.

This is not over yet, Mr. Deloraine.

Are you aware that Mr. Brown
was bashed last night?

Yes. I regret that,

I hope his injuries are not serious,
but it was none of my doing.

Well, it's my belief that
the violence was a direct result

of the false accusations against him

and the vicious innuendo
that flowed from it.

The violence was not my doing,
nor was it my intention.

I think I should warn you, Mr. Masters,

that in light of Mr. Brown's
official clearance,

I feel that any further public
questioning of his propriety

might well fall
into the category of vilification,

and I'm sure, sir, that you are aware
there are laws to protect the innocent.

Hey, guys, look.

Shut up.

What?

How are you going, Mr. Brown?

All right. Thanks.

How's it going, sir?
-Yeah.

How's your head, sir? All right?

My head's all right, yeah.

Um… I heard you were transferring.

No, you don't get rid of me that easily.

Look, I didn't have anything to do
with you getting belted up.

I'm not into that sort of stuff.

But I did do your car.

So I'll fix it.

And I'm sorry.

Really sorry.

That would have to be the biggest
suck-up I've ever seen in my life.

The articulate Mr. Bolton.

I bet you had a hand in the literary side
of my car's redecoration, am I right?

What?

You're a coward, Bolton.

At least Rivers had the courage
to admit to his actions.

Why don't you just rack off?

No chance, mate.

Listen. I'm staying
and I'm on to you, right?

If I get the slightest bit of aggravation
from you about my private life.

it's hasta la vista for you, baby.

You understand?

-Tell him, sir.
-Too bad, Bolton.

You're always a sperm cell, Bolton.

Who's there? On, Set!

Get it back, get it back! Let's go!

Run it back! Run it back!

Rivers, mate, your girlfriend.

Hi.

Hi.

I heard what you said to Mr. Brown.

I meant it.

Good.

And do a good job on his car too.

Yeah.

I've decided to go to Darwin.

How come?

It's just where I think I should be.

I never knew my dad much before
and now I want to, you know?

He's a good bloke.

When are you going?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Can I write to you?

That'd be great.

I'll send you my address.

Don't forget?

I won't.

You're a bit of a bastard,
you know?

Yeah.

Deal with it.

I really like you, Peter.

I really like you, Chaka.

See you.

It's been fantastic
having you here, Chaka.

-And, look, it's so you won't forget us.
-I won't forget you guys.

You know, just in case
we can't make it to Darwin

or anything like that,

just got you a little something
to remind you of what we look like.

It's a good one of me, can you see?

I can't say that much
about Jodie, but hey.

Thanks a lot.
-Hey, take it easy, all right?

All right? Take it easy.

Relax, all right?

What are you laughing for, mate?
Look at your mo there.

Harsh, you moron.
-It's a better mo than you ever grew.

Hey, look, come back in about a year or so
and I'll show you a mo, all right?

Thanks, guys.

I just want to say that

I don't need a photo
to remind me of you,

but I love it anyway.

And I'll never forget you.

And we'll never forget you.
-Yeah.