- All right.
Here's your f*cking
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 f*cking k*lling.
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.
- f*ck off.
- You did f*cking 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.
- f*ck off.
- Mm-hmm.
- That f*cking 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?
- f*ck off, c**t.
- You are keen.
You know I f*cked her
once, right?
- No, you didn't.
- I did.
A couple of years ago
at a park or something.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, why?
- f*ck. 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 f*cking 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, f*ck it.
- Congratulations.
- I don't know, like, I did--
- He's f*cking 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 sh*t.
- 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 f*cking 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
f*ck 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?
- f*ck off.
What type of question's that?
Of course I'm gonna be OK.
- I don't know.
- I'm a big f*cking boy.
- I just meant that--
yeah, but, like,
it'll mean we'll be
hanging out less and stuff.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, for f*ck's sake.
- You're gonna
break up with me?
Are you breaking up with me?
- Jesse.
- Please don't.
- Jesse.
- Please, Ayden, please.
f*ck off.
Who gives a f*ck?
OK, finish the rest.
We got to go.
You haven't touched
f*cking 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.
f*ck, 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.
f*ck.
- Can you run?
- I don't know.
- f*ck.
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 f*cking can't.
- f*ck, get up!
- I can't.
Just go!
Just go!
I can't breathe.
- f*ck!
- I can't breathe.
God, f*ck it.
Just go.
- Shut the f*ck up.
- Just go.
- Here, here.
Here, this--here, here.
More, more, more.
- You f*cking took it all
at the party.
- f*ck!
I'm gonna jump.
- No, no, no.
Stop it. Stop it.
Shut the f*ck up!
- Is the other guy dead?
Is the other guy dead?
- I don't know.
f*ck, yeah.
- We're f*cked.
We are f*cked.
- You already said that.
You said that.
- Every time I breathe,
it feels like fire.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Your head's bleeding.
- Let's keep running.
- Where?
- I don't know.
I don't f*cking know, Jesse.
- OK, we'll just--
- I mean, to another
f*cking country if we have to!
- Fine.
All right, well, just--
- Far away!
- We need to f*cking 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 f*cked.
- We'll be f*cked 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
f*cking get a drink, hey?
Let's just get a drink.
f*ck it. f*ck 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
f*cking leave me here.
- All right, all right,
I f*cking swear, Jesus.
f*cking Jesus.
- What if he
had a life, man?
- The guy?
- Yeah, what happens if he had,
like, kids and sh*t?
- No.
Don't--don't think
about that sh*t.
- Do you know
what culpable driving is?
- No.
- Well, you should.
Your dad's a f*cking lawyer.
- Oh, he does wills.
- Well, it's bad.
Ayden, it's f*cking 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 f*cked.
- 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
f*cking matter?
- No, no, it doesn't matter
because we're f*cked either way!
- He's overseas.
Who gives a f*ck?
- Who gives a sh*t?
- Hey, are you gonna
get me arrested tonight?
Are you gonna freak out?
Are you gonna get me
arrested tonight?
I will f*cking k*ll 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 sh*t
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 f*ck 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 f*cking MILF, mate.
- I don't see it.
- It's a bit
f*cking gross, Jess.
- Please.
And plus, she teaches math.
Out of all f*cking subjects,
it's, like, the least sexy.
- No, he's, like, turned on
by numbers and sh*t.
Like, f*cking solve that
equation for me, Mrs. Benson.
- Yeah, f*cking 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.
- f*ck it.
Why not?
You said you would
crack her, didn't you?
- What?
I'm f*cking 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 f*cking crack.
- Mate, we're the same age.
- f*cking 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 sh*t.
- Mm-hmm.
- Give it a smell,
have a little taste,
and you piss off.
- A little taste.
- Hey, don't f*ck 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, f*ck.
- 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 f*cking with you, mate.
- Oh.
- f*ck.
- 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 f*ck?
- Oi! Get back here, c**t!
- What the f*ck?
- What?
- f*cking drive.
- Go, go!
- What the f*ck happened?
- He f*cking said that
I shortchanged him.
- What?
- What the f*ck?
- 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 f*cking crazy, mate.
- You're a f*cking menace, eh?
- f*ck yeah!
Whoo!
- So it's your dad's car, then?
- Oh, f*ck off.
Here we f*cking 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 f*ck up, please.
I'm trying to enjoy myself, OK?
- OK.
- All right?
- Just say you want
to talk like top sh*t.
- Oh, f*ck off.
- Mate.
- f*ck off.
- Just say it.
- No, c**t.
f*ck off.
- Just say it.
- No.
No, it's not true.
- I don't believe it.
- f*ck off.
- I don't--I don't believe it.
- Mate.
- You can't even
f*cking 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 f*cking sociopath.
- Careful.
- We're mates.
You're supposed to be able
to tell me this kind of sh*t.
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 f*cking car.
- You just want to go back
to the cops?
- Um...
- Ah!
I got you again, c**t.
I saw your face.
I saw your f*cking face.
f*ck, I'm starting
to feel it come.
- Oh, you're
feeling it, are you?
- Yeah, a f*cking little bit.
- Yeah? Yeah?
- I feel gacked, mate.
f*ck me.
- Hey, you know what, mate?
- What?
- It's starting to hit me too.
- f*ck yeah!
f*ck yeah!
- f*ck it.
Let's just dance.
- Yeah?
- Let's go to Rats.
- f*ck yeah!
- f*cking forget about this.
- Yeah!
- f*ck it.
We'll just forget about it.
Let's f*cking go.
All right, get your sh*t.
- Yeah.
- Oh, f*ck.
- Let's f*cking do it.
Let's f*cking do it.
- You want to go for it?
- Yeah, f*ck it.
- All right.
- I'm gonna puke
from the stress.
- Or the f*cking HSP
we had earlier.
What the f*ck was that?
- Yeah, it's a story,
but I'll tell you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the f*ck?
The f*ck? It's Squiddy.
There you go, mate.
Long time no f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck's Max?
- Jesse, maybe just
leave him alone.
- Have a good night, mate.
- All right.
Take it easy.
See you later, boys.
What the f*ck is that?
- So no part of you feels sorry
for what happened?
- Did I f*cking 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 f*cking unlucky.
And instead of owning it,
they made stupid decision
after stupid decision.
- Oi.
Hey, hey, hey.
Mate, you carrying, mate?
- f*ck off.
- Off with you, dickhead.
- Oh, just a little taste.
- f*ck off, son.
- Just a little f*cking--
- f*ck off!
Oi! f*ck off!
- Suck my d*ck,
you f*cking c*ck head!
- No, thanks.
- f*ck, mate.
- Anyway, so, like,
what I'm saying
is, like, in 30 years'
f*cking time--
- Oh, God, he's following us.
- Holy f*ck.
- sh*t, he's coming.
Wait, what do we do?
- Let's go.
Come on, f*ck.
Let's go.
- Oh, sh*t. What's he doing?
- Let's go, f*ck. That's it.
Come on. Come on.
f*ck.
- I'm not f*cking
scared of you!
- Come on.
There you go.
Come on.
- You think I'm f*cking
scared of you?
- Well, come on, then,
show me you're not f*cking
scared of me, you f*ck!
Yeah, there you go!
Ah, you're getting mad.
- You think because
you're a big kid,
I'm f*cking scared of you.
- Oh! Oh! You see that? Ooh!
- You f*cking crackhead.
You c**t.
- Oh, he got mad!
- I'll f*cking drop you, c**t!
- Come on. Let's go.
- f*ck all you.
- Well, c**t,
I'm waiting for you, mate.
I'm waiting for you, mate.
- Come on, come on.
Let me see it, right here.
Whoa-h*-h*!
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 k*ller 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?
- f*ck 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 sh*t.
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
sh*t 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 sh*t.
- f*ck that guy.
- f*ck that guy.
That's right.
f*ck 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, f*cking relax, Ayden.
Please not now.
- No, no, no, you said go on.
You told me to f*ck
that guy up.
- You're f*cking
hearing voices, c**t.
- I don't feel good, Jess.
- You'll be fine, c**t.
You'll be fine.
I know exactly what you need.
- Yeah, what?
What?
Oh, yeah? You offering?
- Not me,
you f*cking 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 f*cking mind right now.
Your eyes are the size
of dinner plates.
So if you don't want me to stop
being so f*cking polite,
I'd turn around
and get out of this line.
Will you do that for me?
- No.
- Do I look like
a f*cking idiot to you?
- Oh.
Oh, f*ck 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 f*cking 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?
f*cking dog c**t!
f*cking 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, sh*t.
Oh, f*ck.
f*ck.
Oh, f*ck.
sh*t.
sh*t.
f*ck.
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
- 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 f*ck
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, f*ck 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 f*cking walk.
I just want to f*cking 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 sh*t
from him all of a sudden.
Girls started talking to him.
He was lapping it up.
- What about the drug use?
- This is the f*cking
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 sh*t,
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
f*cking 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
f*cking house?
- Please don't raise
your voice at me.
- What is your f*cking problem?
- Do not raise
your voice at me!
- Mom!
Mom!
I'm not a f*cking child!
- Well, you're acting like one.
- Oh, f*ck.
Oh, f*ck.
I hate you.
- I have given you everything.
- I f*cking hate you.
- Well, that's a charming way
to speak to your mom!
- Stay out of my room, and stay
out of my f*cking 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 sh*t
that's in your pocket
or under your bed
or in your f*cking 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 f*cking 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.
f*ck.
f*ck.
- 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.
f*ck.
sh*t.
Holy sh*t.
- What the f*ck?
- Jesse?
- Hello?
- Jess, you there?
Ayden, I did something.
- Mate, I can't
f*cking 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 f*ck did you do?
- It's bad.
It's bad.
It's bad!
- f*ck.
- What was that?
What?
- The f*cking homeless guy.
- What f*cking homeless guy?
What do you mean?
- Jesse, I got to take care
of this sh*t.
- 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.
f*ck.
f*ck!
f*ck.
- Oh, my God, someone help!
sh*t!
- Oi! Oi!
- What the f*ck?
- I just need a hand
with something.
- Get out of the f*cking road!
- I need a hand, mate.
- Get out of the f*cking road!
- What the f*ck are you--
- Oh, my God.
sh*t. sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.
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.
- f*ck!
- 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 sh*t,
and I will f*ck 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.
- f*ck me.
- Hey.
- What the f*ck 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 k*ll him,
all right?
Just--just stop
asking questions.
- OK.
- Open the boot.
Chance, open the boot.
f*ck.
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 f*cking k*ll me.
- Thataboy, Chance.
There he is.
- OK.
- Oh, f*ck.
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.
f*ck.
- 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.
- f*ck, 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 f*ck is that?
- Chance!
- Open the door.
- f*ck.
Chance, you're already
going to f*cking jail!
- Open the f*cking door!
- f*ck, please, mate!
- Three!
Chance, there's a f*cking
dead guy in your boot.
- What?
- Two!
- Chance!
- Oh, f*ck me.
- OK, OK.
Left, left!
- What the f*ck 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 f*cked.
We got to get it
off the street.
- What about
the guy in the back?
- f*ck 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 sh*t 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 f*ck?
- f*cking hell.
- Yeah, yeah, well,
if they do make it,
we might not get life in jail.
So I had to f*cking clean up
the rest of the mess.
- Yeah, righto.
- What?
- You've changed
your tune a bit.
- Yeah, I had a f*cking--
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 f*cking fugitive.
What the f*ck 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?
- f*ck.
- 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 f*ck
did you bring him?
- Well, my plan would have
worked if you didn't alert
half of f*cking Victoria Police.
- Hey, I didn't f*cking
k*ll him in the first place.
- Yeah, and I didn't feel
like going for a drive.
Look at my f*cking face.
- We're back to being f*cked.
- 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 f*cking 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
f*cked us back at Rats.
You sure he'll be willing
to lie when the cops
come asking f*cking questions?
- We could drop him
off a bridge too.
- Sorry?
- Whatever.
- What?
What?
- Ah!
Ah, relax, man.
We're not gonna k*ll 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 f*cking 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 k*ll him.
- What the f*ck
is your problem, mate?
- He knows everything.
- Yeah, what, are you
in the f*cking 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 f*cking club.
- It's not always
a competition, brother.
It's not always a competition.
- Can you stop being
so f*cking mopey?
- I'm tired.
- Who gives a f*ck?
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 f*ck 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, f*ck, get in here.
- Chance, what the f*ck?
- 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.
- f*ck's sake.
You're so f*cking stupid.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry.
- Boys, you know
what you've done tonight?
You f*cked me.
You've royally
f*cked 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 f*cking toilet.
Now, uh, I know you've had
a rough night, you know?
You're probably f*cked 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 f*ck 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 sh*t.
- Uh, look, I don't really
give a rat's a*s 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 a*s,
but I think
you should let us go.
'Cause, you know,
it's like you said, right?
Like, we're all f*cked 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 b*llet
in your f*cking head, is there?
- Oh, f*ck!
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 f*cking waterworks.
You're gonna have a bit
of a f*cking cry.
- Please, please.
- Do it.
- Don't f*cking--
- What's that?
- Do it.
- What the f*ck, c**t?
- He deserves it.
- Are you f*cking for real?
- Oh, he does?
- Please, mate!
- Oh,.
I'm gonna f*cking do it.
I'm sorry, mate. Good night.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!
- No!
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- I'm not gonna
f*cking sh**t you.
That'll wake up the whole
f*cking 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, f*ck!
- I swear we weren't followed.
- Bullshit!
- You can all get f*cked!
- Oh, you little sh*t!
- What the f*ck, man?
- I'm gonna f*cking k*ll him.
I'll f*cking k*ll him!
- What a--uh,
what about the garage door?
- We took the f*cking wires out.
- f*ck.
- Block your ears, boys.
- Stand down!
- f*ck.
- 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 sh**t me,
did you mean that?
- Uh...
oh, no,
I was gonna grab the g*n.
- No, you f*cking 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.
- f*ck off, Ayden.
- OK.
Bullshit. Uh, OK.
So...
Cheers, mate.
Jesus.
Yeah, well, f*ck that.
Cheers.
- Did you piss in it
or something?
- Um, maybe a little bit.
- Little bit?
Cheers.
- Oi.
To a night
that never f*cking ends.
Did you finish it?
- No.
- Ah, you're a p*ssy,
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 f*cking club.
- Is this still about
the f*cking car?
- Just shut the f*ck 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 sh*t.
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 f*cking a*s, mate.
- Listen to me, please.
Just give me this one thing.
So...after you k*lled Chance--
- So--so, what?
- After you k*lled 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 f*cking sociopath earlier.
- Yeah, well,
you lied about the car.
- Would you shut the f*ck up
about the car, Ayden?
- All right, mate.
- You're not my f*cking mate.
You're a snake, and I've
never f*cking liked you.
- Don't say sh*t 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 f*cking much.
- What am I supposed to do with
that information now, Ayden?
- Nothing.
You might be a piece of sh*t.
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 f*cking 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 f*cking dingo
was crazy, huh?
Sure was.
- f*ck.
- f*ck.
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,
k*lling Chance.
You like the power.
- No more than you do, mate.
Not that it's a competition.
- It's been good, huh?
- Ah, f*ck you.
- It's been good.
- f*ck 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 k*lled him.
I k*lled him.
I k*lled him.
- Well, what do you mean?
- I--I--I hurt so many people.
I, um--I k*lled 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 k*lled someone?
Why?
Why, what--
What the f*ck
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 k*lled 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 f*cking "baby" him.
He's a f*cking 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.
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