01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Lau, I just wanted to...

I'm really sorry
if you misread the situation.

It's not a big deal.

Just leave me alone, okay?

f*gg*t.

There he is.

Good taste in ice cream.

- Now she's replied.
- I told you to keep at it.

- She wants to come see us play.
- Nice!

That means I'll double-score.

Is she the one you showed us on the bus?

Yes, I showed her to you.

Who asked you, Lau?

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

I mean she'll obviously be into me
when she sees me play.

It wasn't just me.

Do you think I did it alone?

Why would I drink alone?

Please trust me, Mom.

I'm not lying.

You always expect the worst of me.
It wasn't even my idea.

Just listen to me.

Okay, Mom. Bye!

Hello?

Hello!

I don't know what you heard, but...

Don't tell anybody about this.

Okay.

- I get sad, too, sometimes.
- I'm not sad.

But it's unfair that I'm the one
who gets in trouble for drinking.

As if it was just me.
You were drinking, too.

Yes.

Do you know who ratted us out?

It was Aksel, right?

I knew it.

That boy can't keep his mouth shot.

Someone should teach him a lesson.

We're going on a night hike later.

I have an idea.

Okay, Lau.
The last challenge is starting.

There's a bonfire on the beach.
You're hunters or gatherers.

The hunters have to reach the fire
without getting noticed -

- and the gatherers
have to try to stop them.

If a hunter reaches the fire unnoticed,
he wins the entire competition.

You are a hunter.

Hey! Chill with that f*cking lamp.
They'll see us.

f*ck, you're a hunter, too?

Look at me. f*cking chef's hat.

It's a bonnet, Dennis.
f*cking get it together.

I don't get it. Aren't the hunters
supposed to hunt? And the gatherers...

- The gatherers gather people.
- Isn't it the other way around?

- Shut up!
- Aren't you gonna grab us, Dennis?

Yeah, but...

But not now.

Do you know the plan?

- Yeah, but aren't you coming?
- Sure.

- We just gotta do something first.
- Okay.

Just stick to the plan.

I see someone!

Gotcha.

Okay. Now what?

I don't really know.

Okay.

- Is it cold, huh?
- f*cking rat.

- You little rat. You feel this?
- William! Over here.

Lau, wanna help us clean up city boy here?

- Let go!
- Suck it, f*gg*t!

William, let go of him!

- f*ck off if you don't wanna do this.
- Exactly.

Feel that, f*cking city boy?

What the hell are you doing?

Sorry. I didn't mean to.

Don't f*cking touch me!

What the f*ck are you doing? Think
you can shove me? You little f*gg*t.

- Don't f*cking touch me.
- Stop it.

- No way! You're a f*cking f*gg*t.
- Let's get outta here.

I'm f*cking tired of you.
You, too. f*ggots.

- He f*cking shoved me, dude.
- He's an idiot.

Are you okay?

Thank you.

I gotta change into some dry clothes.

What?

Was that supposed to be fun?

It was supposed -

- to be a little rough, I think.

I'm sorry.

We're cool, Lau.

Right?

I was thinking about something.

Ready?

Yes.

You're not scared?

- No.
- Okay.

I'll count to three.

One, two...

- Did it hurt?
- A little.

Okay. You did well.

- So? How does it feel?
- It hurts.

- Does it feel good, too?
- Yes, it's cool.

Nice! f*cking cool!

Sometimes I forget
how f*cking gross you are.

Come on, a nice roll, toasted,
with marmelade...

- Hey.
- Hi. Looks delicious.

Want some?

- Do you think you'll win?
- Win? The trophy?

No.

I'm not that real kind of man
you have to be around here.

It looks nice.

Okay, boys. It's time
to hand out the trophy.

You've all been tested these past days.
And you can be proud of yourselves.

- You all did really well.
- But there's only room for one winner.

The one with the highest score
and the one who's a real man.

The winner
of the annual Man Camp -

- and this year's real man is...

- William!
- f*ck, yeah!

- Congratulations!
- Thank you.

Bravo!

- I'll go pack.
- Okay.

- Are you all packed up?
- Yeah. Almost.

Come have a seat.

I did my best, Lau.

But William finished stronger.

To be honest -

- this trip
doesn't really matter to me.

Oh, okay.

Can you keep a secret?

When your dad won the competition,
he was a total mess.

The other boys were much taller.

They could climb
and all that stuff.

He always talked about how excited
he was to bring you along one day.

He knew that you... were different.

That you were...

Well, not like the others.

He didn't care at all.

That didn't mean sh*t to him.

At all.

I should go check on the bus.

Go ahead and finish packing.
I'll see you out there.

What do you mean "we"?
I'm the one who won, f*gg*t.

What? We won it together.

Forget it. I won it.

- Well, we're going home.
- Yeah.

At long last.

I thought it was pretty cool.

- I got a new friend.
- Oh, exciting.

- Who's that?
- Shut up.

Hello, hello?
This sh*t won't cooperate.

One, two. Check. Yes! Here we go.

I just want to thank you.

And congratulations, William.

This is one for the history books.
Well done, William!

I won't say much more.

Well, maybe just that -

- looking at you now -

- I see that you're different
from when we left.

I see boys who have turned into men.

Although only one of you got the trophy,
you're all winners.

You just are.

- Preach, Michael!
- Yeah!

Let's go!

ONE OF THE BOYS

Always the same old song

toughen up
if you wanna get along.

Give your all and get nothing back.

Hide away and strive to be

one of the boys
if

you wanna feel normal.

But I think I understand.

I'll never be one of the boys.

I'll never be one of the boys.