(dreamy 50s music) – I’m James, I’m 17, And I’m pretty sure I’m a psychopath. (music abruptly stops). Hey. – I’ve seen you skating. You’re pretty shit. – Fuck off. – Let’s get out of here. – What? – I’m serious, let’s leave
this shithole town now. You hate it, I hate it,
our parents are dickheads. You’ve got a car. – It’s my dad’s.
– Who’s a dickhead. I’m going whether you come with me or not. You in? Please say yes. – I figured I wasn’t in a rush. Yeah, all right. (upbeat music) I didn’t know where we were going or when I was gonna kill her, but I punched my dad in
the face and stole his car and that felt like a good place to start. (loud thumping)
– [Woman] Let me out! Let me out now! – I don’t like my life. – So do something. – [Woman] Frodo! Frodo! What was that? – Nice one, Frodo. (muffled thumping) (“Settin’ the Woods On Fire”) ♪ I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker ♪ ♪ We’ll get hotter than a poker ♪ ♪ You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker ♪ – Do you think it’s gonna explode? – It’s not a film. If this was a film, we’d
probably be American. Come on. – Where are you going? – Well, we can’t drive it, can we? – Yeah, well I might be able to fix it. We can’t just leave it here–
(loud explosion) – Do you reckon you can still fix it? (dreamy 50s music) ♪ I’m sorry, so sorry ♪ – That was the day I learned
that silence is really loud. Deafening. I think maybe my dad spent his whole life trying to avoid silence. (chuckling) When you have silence, it’s
hard to keep stuff out. (muffled sobbing) (heaving breathing) It’s all there and you
can’t get rid of it. I used to be able to get rid of things. Are you a virgin?
– Yes. – Me too.
– Yeah, no shit. – Why is no one stopping? – Probably because
you’ve got your tits out. I’m serious, no one stops for
weirdos except other weirdos and you look like a proper day release. – Come on, then. Come on. – I am gonna be so fucked
off if we get murdered. – I’m sorry. – Why? – Armed police, armed
police, stay where you are! Put down the weapon. – What the fuck are you doing? James! (bullets firing)
No! – Having finally murdered a human, I realized something quite important. Police, please. I was pretty sure I wasn’t a psychopath. (somber county music)