I met Harper when I was five.
What's that?
It's a crocodile.
It's shit.
We've been best friends ever since.
- Nobody could come between us. - Stop it.
We've always been each other's ride or dies.
One, two, three!
We were super into romance
because we didn't have any in our own lives.
We liked to watch people.
Not in a creepy way.
"I swear to God, Jessica, you know I'm good for it."
"If you touch her again I'll fuckin' smash ya, ya cheatin' dog."
- "No babe, I'm fuckin'--" - "Kiss me."
Maybe in a creepy way.
I guess that's how the Incest Map came about.
It was about who hooked up with who in our year and what they did.
Nobody knew about it. It was just me and Harper.
Some were hookups we'd seen...
Some were hookups we'd heard about.
Oh.
Amerie. Hello?
And some were hookups we hoped would come to pass.
Amerie! Stop staring at Dusty.
You're obsessed.
Destined.
I just don't get it.
We were going to own this year. Together.
Then, one minute we were at the festival, the next minute, the bitch blew it all up!
I don't need your life story, dear. Just tell me what happened today.
In the face! Cheese single in the face.
Mum!
Can you tell him to stop making dumb TikToks of me?
Hang on. What's that? What's going on? What's all this?
It's makeup, Mum. God.
You look like you come from an unhappy family.
Hey. What, do you want people to think we don't love you?
Happy first day back, my sad-looking child!
Hey!
Hello!
- You guys look cute as. - Thank you.
Where's Harper?
No idea. Bitch wasn't outside her house. Didn't answer her phone.
Weird. I haven't heard from her since the festival last week.
♪ She gave you everything she had ♪
♪ But she was young and dumb ♪
♪ She'd just turned twenty-one ♪
♪ She didn't care to hang around ♪
♪ So when the shit came down ♪
♪ Why she was nowhere to be found ♪
♪ You're such a delicate boy ♪
Nice car, Centrelink.
- What the fuck! - Fuck!
- Slut! - Rapist!
♪ Yeah we're looking at you ♪
♪ Go, baby! Go, baby! ♪
♪ Aw, we're right behind you ♪
♪ Go, baby! Go, baby! ♪
♪ This for my day ones chilling And grinning, and whinging with me... ♪
I forgot how much I hated it here.
Honey, we're home.
Yeah, but still no Harps.
You actually gonna speak to him this year?
Nah, playing it cool.
Missing your fourth witch?
Piss off, Spider.
- Ooh! - Hey, Amerie. How're your holidays?
Yeah, fine.
Cool.
Dusty spoke to me!
"Dusty spoke to me." What a pick-me bitch. Also rude.
Maybe she didn't see us.
Oh, please. Check the material.
We are beautiful, exquisite jellyfish.
Of course they saw us.
- He didn't! - He's been here all summer.
- Do you know where head office is? - Head office...
Who's that?
Oh, fresh blood.
Handsome.
He's kind of cute. You know, I see it.
Hmph.
Oi! There's a fully-gacked sex map in the old stairwell.
It's called the Incest Map!
- What? - Sex map?
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
Move. Hurry up.
No!
What in Kids Helpline?
A wristy!
Everyone who's fucked everyone.
Couldn't walk for three days. That's true.
- Cum queen! - Jenny got fisted! Jesus.
Mary Good's a screamer.
We knew that already anyway.
Damn, check Sasha's body count.
Oh, my God. What?
You scissored Greta Bathgate? Before or after we broke up?
I don't remember.
You don't remember?
I'm pretty sure we were on a break, but... Wait, Missy.
Nah, I need space, man.
Oh, shit.
Darren jerked you off? Nice bro. You into dudes now?
A little cheeky, huh?
Who said I'm a dude?
Why didn't you tell us?
It's okay.
Quinni, lazy kebab.
That's not true. What's a lazy kebab? Spider, what's a lazy kebab?
Has anyone seen Harper?
It's mostly kids from our year level. It must be someone that we know.
It's probably Spider or one of those idiots.
Most of it's bullshit anyway.
Was Greta bullshit?
It's so crazy, right?
Holy shit, is that Harps?
- God. Her hair. - Is she okay?
Pack it up, Eleven.
Harper.
Sit down, Amerie.
Yeah, it's weird.
I am a woke woman.
I enjoy sex as much as the next person.
- Really don't need to know that. - Yes.
But reputation is everything and this map
has jeopardized your reputations
and the reputation of our school.
- On the first day back. - Harper.
We are currently in the process of contacting
all the parents of everyone on this map
and have strongly suggested that there are to be no more parties, shindigs or gathos.
You don't have the right to do that, Miss.
Hey! Hey! Unsupervised parties equals alcohol.
Alcohol equals poor choices.
The risk-taking behaviors
outlined on this map are unacceptable.
Hartley High prides itself on being a safe environment.
But clearly this is a wake-up call that we are not doing enough.
Oh, and we will find out who did this.
Get to class.
Go.
Spider. Did you do it?
Harper! Oi!
Miss Wadia. Come with me.
Well, I've had quite the education this morning, Amerie.
"Wristy"? Oh, right.
"Doughy"?
I think I can work out "Tongue punch in the fart box."
I know it was you, Amerie.
One of our maintenance staff saw you in the stairwell multiple times.
Who else was in on it?
Your usual accomplice, Harper?
Nobody else was in on it.
Do you know who I just got off the phone with?
The Guardian, Amerie. The Guardian.
Okay?
Were all of these acts consensual?
I guess.
Are your mates using protection?
I don't know.
Well, how can you know that Alyssa scissored Nina,
but not know if they're using contraception?
I don't think you have to use contraception
when you scissor someone, Miss.
I'd say that's a very dangerous assumption actually, Amerie.
What do we have to do to get through to you?
We've done the classes. We've watched the videos.
We've had the police consultants in. And yet, here we are with this map.
One foot out of line, one late slip, one phone infraction,
and I will expel you. Understood?
Can I go to class now?
Yes, you may.
- Okay. - Wait!
You call this the Incest Map. I'm assuming that's just a play on words
and not the actual--
Play on words, Miss.
Okay, good. Now, get out of my office before I do expel you,
by the count of three. One, two, three!
God.
Why haven't you answered my texts? Oi!
Harp! Where have you been?
Firstly, your hair. Extreme, but I love. Secondly, Woodsy knows.
- I didn't tell her about you, don't worry. - I'm not worried.
Thirdly, Dusty spoke to me so we're pretty much dating...
I don't give a shit.
What's up with you? Hello. Didn't you hear me? I took the fall for you.
I didn't ask you to do that.
- Shut up. You're my best mate. - Not anymore.
- What are you talking about? - Fuck off.
- Okay, Harper, I don't get it. - Of course you don't.
Well, then tell me.
I said get off me. I'm fucking done with you!
Fight, fight, fight!
What the fuck, Harper? Stop!
Why are you doing this?
What's wrong with you?!
Yuck. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Bloody love you.
We gotta stick together, yeah?
♪ I'll die way before Methuselah ♪
♪ So I'll fight sleep with ammonia ♪
♪ And every morning, with eyes all red ♪
Why'd she do it? Crazy bitch.
My mum's gonna kill me 'cause of her.
♪ Can't help it if we're tilted ♪
♪ I'm actually good ♪
♪ Can't help it if we're tilted ♪
Oi, Sash!
So you've picked her side?
Are you kidding me? Dude, everyone's pissed.
You broke people up. You outed people.
And all of that work Missy and I did to stay friends
after we broke up, that's fucked.
Doesn't mean anything now, because--
Harper did the map too.
You know, it really shits me
when people can't own up to their own actions.
Look, I hope you're okay. I really do.
But that map is real dog, man.
And I just think you need to do some work on yourself.
Like, away from us.
Oh. Excuse me. Do you know what a "Lazy Kebab" is?
Uh-uh-uh. No. Stop asking people that.
Okay. I still don't understand what it is though.
It means giant flaps.
Flaps?
Oh! Like those sorts of flaps.
Spider hasn't seen them. I mean nobody has.
Who knows what that incel was thinking? Straight men are a mystery to me.
You can look at them for me.
What?
My...
flaps.
Deeply, no.
Okay, but what if they are huge?
Who cares? More room to put things in it.
Will the following students please meet at Classroom 5D:
Amerie Wadia,
Harper McLean,
Sasha So,
Missy Beckett,
Dustin Reid,
Spencer White,
Anthony Vaughn.
Sounds like a bunch of dickheads.
Darren Rivers.
Damn it.
-Quinn Gallagher-Jones. - What?
Douglas Piggott,
Malakai Mitchell.
Welcome, welcome.
Missy. Come on, Missy.
- Hi, Miss! - Get down. Thank you.
Map Bitch!
She's not responding.
Map Bitch.
What, cunt?
Nice to meet you too.
Come on, Douglas...
Oi, eshay bah!
How was stereo, brah?
Brah.
So cemetery tomorrow?
Yeah boy.
It's gonna be a rager.
Oi, uh, what's the cemetery?
None ya biz, bong water.
Okay. Settle down. Thank you.
Hi, everyone. I'm Miss Josephine Obah, but you can call me Jojo.
Kind of like, "Yo-yo," but J.
I'm an English teacher, so I know some of you.
But I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here.
Well, your names were on the map in the stairwell.
The one that's out of bounds.
Um, what map?
Okay, very funny. Look, peeps, we're not dumb.
We know a lot of you are sexually active,
but we're concerned this map demonstrates a real lack of respect
for one another when it comes to sexual relationships.
So we want to address it head-on.
This is a special class that aims to give you
clear and accessible information about sex and intimacy--
A sexual literacy tutorial.
SLT. So we're sluts?
Sluts! Sluts! Sluts!
That's enough. Come on, everyone.
This class will go back to the basics on sex and--
Because clearly, you all have a lot to learn in that department.
It'll happen twice a week, in your own time.
What?
Until--
No, until we judge that you started to respect each other and yourselves.
You have to attend every class or it'll go on your permanent record.
Wait, we have permanent records?
This is sex jail!
Thanks a lot, Map Bitch.
- Oi! - Map Bitch.
Sorry. Um, it's actually my first day. I don't think I'm supposed to be in here.
Legend! Made it to the map before you even started!
- I think we should do the handshake game. - That's not the best one to start with--
All right, everybody up!
Up.
Okay, now clear these tables to the side, please.
And lift them, don't scrape them along the floor.
Thank you. Now, I want you all to start walking around the room.
Come on. Walking.
Good, you know how to walk.
Now, I want you to choose three other people to start shaking hands with.
Shaking, shake... Good, you know how to shake.
Shaking.
And...
Cool!
...stop.
Spencer,
you have genital crabs.
Checks out.
Not in real life, thank you, Darren,
for the purposes of this game.
Put your hand up, Spencer.
Hand up, Spencer.
Now.
Hands up, who shook hands with Spencer.
And who shook hands with them?
And them?
You all have genital warts.
I thought it was crabs?
Right. Crabs. Thank you, um...
Malakai.
Malakai. Thank you. You all have genital crabs.
Except for you, Amerie. Well done.
Now. What does this highlight the need for?
Stay away from Spider, he's chat.
- Fuck off, guys! - No! Condoms.
- Did you? Really? - Yeah.
What? No.
Hey, um, did we hook up?
No.
Yeah, I didn't think so, but it says here--
It isn't anything, Dusty.
There's like a... It's like a gold line between our names?
Gold line means destined.
Yeah, like destined to be.
She wants you, Dusty.
Simp!
Seriously, what is this map about?
What did you do?
What are they gonna teach us that we don't already know?
Hey.
You okay?
Fuck right off.
Ah, the toilet lunch. I feel you.
I could've been taking a shit!
Well, eating and pooing messes with your digestive tract.
But I'm glad we've had this chance to talk.
Yeah, um, maybe not.
I know how you feel.
I seriously doubt it.
No. Listen, I do, because when I was in Grade 6,
I found a giant gumnut.
I was like, "Giant gumnut!" Was so excited,
showed everybody because it was the best gumnut I'd ever seen.
Turns out it wasn't. It was a piece of solidified dog shit.
I got called Giant Gumnut for the rest of the year.
So I'm guessing that's how you feel now.
Sorry, but can you leave me alone?
- Is this your 13th reason? - What?
Like, are you going to unalive yourself?
No.
Okay.
What do you want?
I just need someone to look at my vagina.
Oh. No.
I mean, it is your fault in a way, so if you could just look at it
and tell me if I have a normal kebab or not. Amerie!
I love it when toxic bitches enter their flop era.
You can't say that, that's really mean.
She put your flaps on the map.
Yeah, I know. But Spider told everyone. So he's the asshole, not her.
I love you, but that girl has literally never acknowledged our existence.
So? Haven't you ever felt like a complete reject?
Come on, we've got maths.
This is supposed to be the new syllabus, but this is... Wow!
It's outdated, it's heteronormative--
Yeah, well, it's what we've got.
Stacy, we have to be clear and honest about sex, otherwise--
Yeah, well we can't be seen to encourage it.
But they're already doing it.
Yes, but...
We're the lowest ranking high school in this district.
If I don't get our enrollments up next year, then we'll have our funding slashed.
Look, I hear you. I do. But, honestly, I don't think this is going to fix it.
Please. Can we just give it a go?
Jojo?
Give it a go, Jojo.
♪ Give it a go, Jojo ♪
♪ You'll never know, Jojo ♪
♪ Until you give it a go, Jojo ♪
Yeah.
Hey, Amerie.
Amerie? Hey!
Hey, tough day, huh?
Just between us girls, I thought your map was quite beautiful. Poetic, even.
This constellation of connection between you all.
Thanks.
And just remember, high school...
Yeah, it mostly sucks.
But it's one time in your life. You're gonna be okay.
Hope you know that.
Are you wagging school?
No. Yeah.
Bye.
- Oi, Amerie! - Bugger off!
No, no, no, I was just gonna say... Psycho Map Bitch!
Oh.
♪ There's gasoline in your heart ♪
♪ There's fire in mine ♪
♪ I know I'm never gonna light you ♪
♪ But there's always night time ♪
♪ I wish it wasn't just the night time ♪
Thanks for coming by.
I gotta go to training, so I'll see you later.
It's embarrassing, really. Both my parents are stockbrokers,
but I really want to earn my own cash,
learn a little bit about business acumen
from someone who knows the ropes, like yourself.
Is that right?
Uh, I heard a rumor that there's been a ban on hiring students
from Hartley High at the moment?
That school's disgraceful. Did you see the news today?
Uh, I did. It's disgusting.
I like your vibe, Darren. I'm going to give you a trial run.
How about tomorrow?
Are you serious? Sick.
I mean, uh, that sounds delightful.
Give me bullet points. I'll work out the book club.
- Hey, babe. How was school? - Illuminating.
- You're around tonight? - Why?
Nothing, just the boys are coming over to watch the game is all.
Mmm. Okay and you want me to not be around?
He always assumes the worst.
They. They.
They! They always assume the worst.
This again. I mean, it's exactly my point.
My mates can't be expected to get their heads around this stuff.
Sorry, what stuff?
The linguistics.
"Them." "They." It doesn't make any sense. You know you're not two people, right?
Besides, it breaks all the rules of grammar.
Lucky for you, Bobby, I'm actually focusing on making less and less sense.
I don't... What?
Change only comes by breaking the rules
and I'm allowed to change myself at any moment.
Is it really that big a deal?
You know, there are children, as we speak, dying in Ethiopia, man.
- Are you hearing this? - Leave me out of it.
Jesus Christ, Mum. I swear to God, you are dick-natized by his pink dick.
- Whoa! - Like your father was any better.
There you go. Why don't you stay with him tonight?
No.
Problem solved, honey. Problem solved.
So I have to leave?
Do you really want to watch footy with these dumb-dumbs? Huh?
Enjoy your chicken sandwiches.
- Honey, just come-- - Love you too. Enjoy the game!
All right, let him go. He's fine.
- Hello, Am. - Hey, Justin.
- How are ya? - Ah.
Yeah, I'm good. Um, just wondering if Harper's home.
Uh... No, didn't you see her at school today?
Yes.
But, um, we sort of...
beat the shit out of each other.
Again?
Well makes sense. Mercury is in retrograde, so...
Don't worry. You'll work it out. Always do.
Yeah, totally. Um...
So, is she here?
I don't know where she is.
Okay, um, well, thanks anyway, J-Dog.
Okay.
- See ya around. - See ya. Take it ease.
I'll try.
Dinner's on.
Lovely.
- I'll start. - Go on.
Today, I'm grateful that we'll be getting to know Harper for the next little while.
I'm grateful for finally getting my tax return in.
I dunno.
Come on, sweetheart. Just one thing?
Uh... Well, I'm grateful for antibiotics because I have a really bad UTI.
Can I have a UTI?
- No. - No, you can't.
Right hand.
That's the Devil's hand.
Thank you.
♪ Makin' my way downtown ♪
♪ Walkin' fast, faces pass And I'm homebound ♪
♪ Starin' blankly ahead ♪
♪ Just makin' my way Makin' a way through the crowd ♪
♪ And I need you ♪
♪ And I miss you ♪
♪ And now I wonder... ♪
Fuck.
♪ Do you think time would pass me by? ♪
♪ 'Cause you know-- ♪
Too many schools have relied
upon pornography being the default educator for too long.
And this is clearly the case with Hartley High,
one of our many high schools in need of a new curriculum.
Where have you been?! I've been trying to call you!
Your school was on the bloody news!
- So. - So?
You made an offensive map, got into a fight, defaced school property twice,
you wagged school--
I couldn't stay there. You don't understand.
I do. We need to talk about sex.
- We need to talk about sex right now. - Oh, no! No.
- You're grounded! - We don't do that!
We're doing that. We are so doing that!
Hey, cutie.
Where's my uniform?
Can I stay the night?
They're not letting guests stay over.
Wasn't an issue last week.
Yeah, that's before you took off and stole my shit.
Where's that Maneki Fortune cat?
What's that?
Mmm.
You should probably go.
That's fine. That's fine, Jacob.
Your room smells like cum-socks and corn chip farts anyway.
What?
What?!
Follow these steps for a new you.
One, change your look.
Be careful when trying to drastically change your look.
Once you go there, sometimes you can't go back.
I've got laundry to hang out.
Are you planning to spend all of Saturday in bed?
Oh. You cut your own fringe?
Hashtag major disaster?
No? Nothing? Okay.
That's a good burger.
You haven't even touched your chip bits.
I'm not hungry.
I thought this would cheer you up.
I'm once again asking you to homeschool me.
And I'm once again telling you no. May as well take the chips.
Only deal you're gonna get. Be right back. Good chat.
That's extra sweet and sour sauce for an extra sweet and sour babe.
- Have a nice day. - Thank you.
Oi! No way, Adlay. No freebies.
It's mine.
- You're a delivery driver? - Yeah.
It's good cover and that. And I do a deal on Thursdays, you know.
Half-price ketamine with any family meal combo.
Are you serious?
No.
Okay, the eshay has a sense of humor.
Oi! If anyone asks, I go to Brunos, yeah?
- You, um, going to the cemetery tonight? - Uh, yeah.
Man. See ya there.
See ya.
Look at the bangs on you, Map Bitch.
♪ Not the bayang, the bayang ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
- Excuse me. Can I order? - Oh, God, this is just too pathetic.
Someone's going to be right with you.
'Sup, Dora?
Do you want me to fix that for you?
Please.
It's bad, isn't it? Like irreversible bad?
Nah, I shaved off both my eyebrows and they grew back.
Yeah, way less shit.
More like heaps less shit, thanks.
Why did Harper punch you in the face?
I don't really know.
You must have done something.
We went to a music festival last week. And after that, she just went ghost.
This is classic VIP shit!
Fuck it, I'm getting another drink.
You got into a fight?
Yeah, but I can't remember what it was about. We always fight.
When's Harper's birthday?
November 21.
Uh-huh. Scorpio. Unsubscribe.
What's yours?
I'm a Virgo.
Mmm. I'm an Aquarius. Quinni's a Libra.
Are we compatible?
Not all queer people are astrology experts.
Oh. Sorry.
I'm kidding, we are. I'm going to need your time of birth
because if you are a Leo Moon, I'm not messing with you.
Do you feel sad?
- Yeah. - What do feel saddest about?
That you're no longer popular, Harper doesn't want to be friends,
everyone knows you did the map,
or that we're all in sex prison now?
- Or-- - Mm-mmm. Quinni...
- Try scream therapy. - Huh?
Scream therapy.
- You scream your frustrations to the moon. - No.
Yes! You should. It's helped me before. Come on, let's go.
Okay, we're doing it.
My best friend dumped me!
- Damn, that actually felt good. - Told you.
Oh. Um...
I'm a reject!
I have a lazy kebab vagina!
Right. I'm really sorry about that. I should never have put it on the map.
Spider's a lying dick.
Oh. It's okay. I'm not upset about it anymore.
I just wanted to know if my flaps were too big.
They can't be too big.
My research led me to believe so too.
I'll still look at them if you want me to.
Nah, I'm good.
I used to think you were a bitch.
But getting knocked off your high horse really suits you.
Make the most of it. I'm definitely changing schools.
No, you can't just quit.
Everyone hates me.
We don't hate you.
What's the cemetery thing?
It's where we hang out when our parents are home.
Let's go.
No way.
Why not? Just strut out there and own your shit.
Come on, you've got both your eyebrows, a non-shit fringe.
What else do you need?
Let's get mad!
♪ Cocoa hair ♪
Okay, there's actually a lot of people here.
I told you!
- It's gonna be really fun. - Just remember what we said.
Just own it. Okay, I've never made an entrance like this before.
We should definitely go.
- No. - Hey, cunt.
My actual name's Malakai, by the way.
Amerie.
Yeah. That's been hard to miss.
I feel like everyone is staring at me. Um...
No! No, they're staring at me. What are you talking about?
Come on, let's go.
Okay, I'm confronting him.
Hey, Flaps!
Hey, Spider.
Yuck! What is this shit?
Oh. You don't like vaginas?
No, I like vaginas.
Well, you clearly don't know much about them because if you have a look here...
See most vaginas have very pronounced flaps, or labia, and some of them
are even lopsided, where I'm assuming you got "Lazy Kebab" from,
but it's very normal.
You wouldn't know, it's not taught in school much.
- Which is actually very-- - I've seen heaps of vaginas. Thanks.
Okay.
I just assumed, on account of the fact that you were lying about seeing mine,
that you were lying about seeing others too.
Look, of course we didn't have sex.
Why would I root a fucknut like you?
Oh, my God!
Quinni!
Oh, my God, that was amazing.
I have never seen him so triggered before.
Thanks, Sasha.
Adlay.
- I got the job? - Nice.
Why are you still in school?
Huh?
You repeated.
Yeah.
Because you failed.
- Yeah. - You're 18.
And?
And... Jesus.
Why don't you just drop out?
I mean, you are clearly doing okay for yourself.
I got my reasons.
♪ Out of sight Would you address me ♪
♪ With the same reciprocity? ♪
♪ Cos I'm a big girl ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
What you up to?
Just processing, you know?
Totally.
I've just been thinking lately, by the time we're 50,
and the planet's been destroyed, what's the point?
Of living?
Yeah.
I have hope, you know. Our generation will fix it.
Eventually.
But I'm a total nihilist too. So, I--
No, you're not.
So, uh, why were we on that map together?
Um...
Dusty, it was nothing, really.
Okay, it wasn't nothing.
I used to like you, but way back when I was a baby.
Not like a baby, because... But, you know. And then gold meant "destined to be."
See what I mean about being a baby? Who does that?
Well, I did it. So stupid.
It really didn't mean anything.
♪ When you look at me ♪
♪ Does it make you smile? ♪
♪ Well, tell me do you see... ♪
Stupid.
You're so much more interesting now that you've fucked everything up.
♪ I can't think of a stranger love To hold yourself above another ♪
♪ Just 'cause you're beautiful Don't make you better than... ♪
Oh, my God.
♪ I'll cover you at night ♪
♪ Protect you from the rain ♪
♪ I'll give you all my time ♪
♪ But will you do the same? ♪
♪ I can't think of a stranger love ♪
♪ To hold yourself above another ♪
Oi, can we talk?
Jesus. Let me finish.
Just talk until I can get going again.
Why don't you want to be friends anymore?
After everything, Harp? It's killing me.
I just want to fix it. Please tell me how to fix it.
- What happened to your hair? - I cut it.
- Yourself? - Yes.
I told you no YouTube tutorials. You never listen.
And you never talk.
What happened? We were fine up until the festival.
- I went to your house and you weren't-- - Why?
You weren't talking to me--
So you stalked my house and harassed my dad?
I didn't harass your dad.
That is such the typical psycho thing for you to do.
You're the psycho. You ruined my life.
Ruined your life?
All this shit, Amerie,
the map, your stupid fucking crush on Dusty,
do you not understand how unimportant it all is?
You're a child.
That's not a reason to dump me.
What's happened to you?
Harper.
I just want to move on.
And I don't want you in my life anymore.
Oh, hang on.
Is it time to go home?
- You don't have to. - Yes, we do.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Tonight was weird anyway.
I'm not gonna let her win.
I'm gonna go back to school.
And I'm gonna make it my bitch.
- Period. - Period.
♪ I closed my eyes to disease ♪
♪ Convinced myself that I don't mind ♪
♪ A rolling stone of hidden pleas Balled into a landmine ♪
♪ How do I breathe With my hands on my own throat? ♪
♪ How do I cry a stream then drown When I know that I see a boat? ♪
♪ How do I end up sinking inside The warmth of all this praise? ♪
♪ How do I crash inside the steel When I was piloting the plane? ♪
♪ How do I glide with angel wings That's burning all up in the flames? ♪
♪ How do I never take a loss If all I'm playing is a game? ♪
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, Dad.
Guys! Cops!
A bit shit that we're littering.
Not the problem right now!
Get back here!
Run!
- Split up! - Wait up!
You okay?
Yeah, I just scraped the shit out of my arm. I'll be fine.
Come on.
♪ If you wanna run away With me I know a galaxy ♪
♪ And can I take you for a ride ♪
♪ I had a premonition That we fell into a rhythm ♪
♪ Where the music don't stop for life ♪
♪ Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes ♪
♪ Shining just the way I like ♪
♪ If you're feeling like You need a little bit of company ♪
♪ You met me at the perfect time ♪
♪ You want me, I want you, baby My sugarboo, I'm levitating ♪
♪ The Milky Way, we're renegading Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I got you, moonlight You're my starlight ♪
♪ I need you all night Come on, dance with me ♪
♪ I'm levitating ♪
♪ You, moonlight, you're my starlight ♪
♪ I need you all night Come on, dance with me ♪
♪ I'm levitating ♪