SCENE 8: DOWN BY THE FENCE - FOREST HILL GROUNDS

                                        The sound of Spud chanting 'Ten
                                        German Bombers' can be heard as
                                        the boys enter, he is absolutely
                                        leathered. Tom and Dylan are
                                        trying to 'shh' him. Digital watch
                                        readouts on the TV inform us that
                                        the time is now 23:00.

                              SPUD
                            (Entering)
                Then the RAF from England shot one down! Then
                the RAF from England shot one down! Then the
                RAF from England...RAF from England, RAF from
                England shot one down!

                              DYLAN
                            (Aggressive whisper)
                Shut the fuck up Spud! The caretaker's house is
                right there, if he wakes up then this whole
                thing will be fucked!

                              SPUD
                Shit, yes, sorry Dyl. I'm so sorry.
                            (Beat)
                I love you.

                              DYLAN
                What was he drinking?

                              TOM
                His own invention apparently. A mixture of
                cider, vodka and desert wine or something. 

                              SPUD
                So sweet and delicious.

                                        Spud closes his eyes and lets out
                                        a burp.

                              DYLAN
                Fuck me.

                                        Pause as it looks like Spud is on
                                        the verge of falling asleep. Ideal
                                        for Dylan and Tom.

                              DYLAN
                That's it...go on Spuddy...shhhh. Good boy.

                                        Dylan quietly gets the spray
                                        paints out of his bag and he is
                                        about to spray when Tom
                                        interrupts. He keeps interrupting
                                        him before every attempt to spray. 

                              TOM
                What are you going to spray?

                              DYLAN
                Dunno. Hadn't really thought about it. Probably
                just a cock or something.

                              TOM
                Yeah, yeah, nice.
                            (Beat. Dylan goes to spray)
                How big?

                              DYLAN
                What?

                              TOM
                How big will the cock be?

                              DYLAN
                I don't know, just a big fucking cock on the
                fence, why does it matter?

                              TOM
                Just wondered. What does it say about you, you
                know?

                              DYLAN
                What?

                              TOM
                I just thought, if you're going to leave your
                mark, what do you want it to say about you?

                              DYLAN
                I dunno, I'm just drawing a big fucking cock
                for a laugh Tom. What are you talking about?

                              TOM
                Nothing, nothing. Maybe you could write 'Mrs
                Chandry is a...' above it.

                              DYLAN
                'Mrs Chandry is a...cock'. Not bad actually. 

                              TOM
                Are you sure you want to do this? You could
                give the test a go tomorrow? You never know?

                              DYLAN
                There's no fucking way I'm taking that test.
                They want to see me fail, that's the only
                reason I'm still at the school.

                              TOM
                Nah, yeah, of course. 

                              DYLAN
                So I go out with a bang instead, like we
                agreed, yeah? What are you being such a pussy
                for all of a sudden anyway?

                              TOM
                I'm not being a pussy, I just, I think you
                could pass the test, that's all.

                              DYLAN
                            (Keeping his voice down but running out of
                              patience)
                For the last time, I am not taking that fucking
                test!

                              TOM
                Ok, ok! I'm sorry/

                                        Spud suddenly rouses. Tom 'sssh's
                                        him but with no effect, Spud just
                                        keeps babbling louder and louder,
                                        Tom and Dylan shake him to try and
                                        get him to stop but to no avail,
                                        eventually Tom gives him a short
                                        sharp slap around the face and he
                                        stops instantly. 

                              SPUD
                Don't do it! Don't take them away from me!
                Without them I am nothing1 NOTHING YOU HEAR
                ME?! Your hair is like straw! The straw is
                going to prick me! Ouch! 

                                        Silence. Spud stares Tom out.

                              TOM
                Thank you.

                              SPUD
                My face.

                              TOM
                I'm sorry, Spud. You forced me into that.

                              SPUD
                No problem. I love you.

                              TOM
                Cool, yeah.

                              SPUD
                What are you going to paint Dyl?

                              DYLAN
                We had decided on a cock, Spud.

                              SPUD
                Beautiful. I love you.

                              DYLAN
                I love you too, mate.

                              SPUD
                What are we going to do tomorrow? Smash the
                windows all up and stuff, everywhere? 

                              DYLAN
                We'll decide on that tomorrow mate. Right now,
                I just need a chance to paint this fucking
                cock.

                              SPUD
                DANGER BURP!
                            (He does a small burp)
                The moon looks so bright. So beautiful.

                              DYLAN
                            (Looking up)
                Honestly man, what are you on?

                              SPUD
                Almost like I can reach up and touch it!

                                        Before they have a chance to
                                        react, Spud is off and climbing
                                        the fence to get closer to the
                                        moon. 
                HELLO MR MOON! ARE YOU MADE OF CHEESE??

                              TOM
                For fuck sake, shut up!

                              SPUD
                So bright, so...soo...

                                        He pauses, a stunned silence.

                              DYLAN
                Spud?

                              SPUD
                No.

                              TOM
                Do you wanna come down mate?

                                        Spud is looking back and forth
                                        over the fence at Kevin and back
                                        at Dylan.

                              SPUD
                No...no...

                              DYLAN
                What's wrong mate?

                              SPUD
                How?! You are there and there?! Impossible.
                            (Shouting to Kevin)
                Dylan!

                              DYLAN
                Oh here we go. Shut up Spud! Please!

                              TOM
                I'll go get him.

                              SPUD
                Arghhh! Dylan? And Dylan Dylan?!

                              TOM
                Alright mate, come on, that's it.

                                        Spud is gingerly climbing down off
                                        the fence.

                              SPUD
                The things these eyes have seen.

                              TOM
                I know mate.

                              SPUD
                I think I'm going to be sick.

                              DYLAN
                Not on me you're fucking not!

                              SPUD
                Ooooooo I don't feel good.

                              DYLAN
                Get him out of here.

                              TOM
                Cool. You gonna be alright here on you're own?

                              DYLAN
                'Course. Probably safer without that absolute
                mess next to me.

                              SPUD
                My tum tum!

                              TOM
                Alright mate.

                              SPUD
                It's going to explode.

                              TOM
                We're going home now Spuddy, OK mate?

                              SPUD
                Ok. I love you.

                              TOM
                If you change your mind about tomorrow, that's
                fine mate. Whatever you want to do, yeah?

                              DYLAN
                Just meet me outside C block at the start of
                first period alright? Don't be late.

                              TOM
                Nah, 'course. In a bit, Dyl.

                              SPUD
                There were nine German bombers in the air...

                                        Spud and Tom exit.

            



                              DYLAN
            IF YOU DON'T DANCE, DANCE TO THEIR TUNE,
            DO THE OCEANS DRY UP AS THE SUN TRIES TO BURN OUT THE MOON?
            SOMETIMES THAT RISK, BEATS THEIR REWARD,
            WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO LOSE THERE IS NO LOSS THAT YOU CAN'T
            AFFORD.

                                        Scene on the TVs of intimidating,
                                        looming adult figures pushing a
                                        small Dylan from pillar to post.
                                        Back into song.

                              DYLAN
            IF I CAN SHOUT, SHOUT TO THE SKY,
            WILL THEY ALL DISAPPEAR AND WOULD THAT STOP ME WONDERING WHY?
            TURN UP WITH HOPE, LEAVE WITH DESPAIR,
            SO IT'S BETTER TO DISTANCE YOURSELF AND ACCEPT THEY DON'T
            CARE.

                                        Chorus.
            FORGET I EXIST AND I'LL GET WHAT I'VE WANTED,
            THE FREEDOM TO BREATH AND A PLACE I CAN KEEP FROM THE WORLD,
            STUCK ON REPEAT, THE SINS OF THE PAST LINGER ON
            BUT THE HOPE IS ALL GONE,
            I'M JUST PASSING THE DAYS LIKE A RAT IN A MAZE
            AND I'M SICK OF MY WHEEL BEING SPUN!
            SO I'M DONE!

                                        Home video footage on TVs of
                                        Dylan's 10th birthday intercut
                                        with doors opening up to nothing
                                        and Dylan being pushed towards
                                        them before they slam shut.

                              DYLAN
            I LET THEM IN, THAT IS MY CRIME,
            IS MY LIFE ON A LOOP? 'CAUSE IT'S HAPPENING TIME AFTER TIME.
            ANOTHER DOOR, SLAMMED IN MY FACE,
            AND I SEE ALL THE SIGNS BUT STILL STRUGGLE TO PICK UP THE
            PACE.
            FORGET I EXIST AND I'LL GET WHAT I'VE WANTED,
            'CAUSE TRYING AND FAILING IS WORSE THAN NOT TRYING AT ALL.
            NOTHING CAN LAST, THE SINS OF THE PAST LINGER ON
            BUT THE HOPE IS ALL GONE,
            AND WITH TIME RUNNING OUT, I AM LEFT IN NO DOUBT
            THAT THE RACE THAT I'M IN CAN'T BE WON,
            SO I'M DONE!

                                        The TVs start to show impossible
                                        sums and star formations; a real
                                        time look into Dylan's head as he
                                        frenetically continues spray
                                        painting the fence. Into song.
            FORGET I EXIST AND I'LL GET WHAT I'VE WANTED,
            'CAUSE TRYING AND FAILING IS WORSE THAN NOT TRYING AT ALL,
            LOOK AT THE STARS, THE DARK OF THE NIGHT LINGERS ON
            BUT THE HOPE IS ALL GONE,
            AND I KNOW HOW IT GOES, 'CAUSE I'VE TAKEN THE BLOWS,
            I CAN LIVE IN THE NIGHT, 'CAUSE I'M USED TO THE FIGHT
            AND MY LATEST DESENT HAS BEGUN.
            ...SO I'M DONE!

                                        Finishing touches to the wall, on
                                        the button of the song, the
                                        artwork is revealed and it is
                                        brilliant, a spectacularly
                                        creative depiction of the
                                        confusion Dylan feels but can't
                                        articulate. End of Song. Dylan
                                        runs away and gets off school
                                        grounds as the number reaches it's
                                        climax.

6. I'm Done