Ext. Quick Stop. Day

 

Jay is busting some shapes in the church of dance. Tyler walks into frame

carrying a box of cigarettes and hands them to Jay.

Jay: Yo, it's about fucking time. It's like its bin like four months since I

last saw you.

Tyler: Give over. It's been five minutes. There was a queue okay? Dante was

whining about some slut girlfriend of his.

Jay: Yeah, he's got it bad.

An attractive woman walks past.

Jay: (Shouting; to woman) Hey, pumpkin tits, youse ever been fucked by a guy who

writes homosexual prose?

Jay points to Tyler.

Woman: (OS) Screw you.

 

Jay sniggers and digs Tyler in the ribs. Tyler is not impressed.

Jay: You're one filthy fucker, Bateman. Hey, cheer up you morose fucker. Don't

forget it was youse that got yourself in this situation. If you hadn't got

Silent Bob all riled up, that tubby bitch would be here instead of you!

Tyler: Me?! I got Bob riled up. Wigga, shut the smeg up! I was comfortable in

Manchester. I was writing a fan fic. I've got a backlog of emails wondering

where I am.

Through this whole speech, Jay has zoned out.

Tyler: Jay? Jay?! JAY!!!

Jay: Yo, youse say something?

Tyler: Fuck it.

Tyler walks off.

Jay: What in the hell was wrong with him? (To camera) Okay, here's his precious

chapter he was gonna show you before he got all worked up. That skinny prick.

(Shouts OS) Hey, Bateman! Wait up!

Jay runs off in chase off Tyler

Hating

RIMMER - Why would he? Did he? Why can't I remember properly? So many questions. Want to, no, need to scream.

This is too much. First, being reminded about Schmidt, that sick bastard. Then, my parents' absolute apathy to my plight. Father struck me until I stopped crying. How dare I play up. Just because I wasn't getting the same kind of attention as my brothers. What an ungrateful shit I am. My mother was in the kitchen weeping. The beating maybe harsh, but I could have brought shame upon Mr Schmidt. He was a fine upstanding member of the church. How could my parents raise such a spiteful little boy?

Now, these ideas that Lister raped me. It couldn't have been like that. I smugly told Judas that I would have noticed. Judas laughed. It all made sense to him. Lister forces himself on me and I convince myself that I enjoyed it. Being in a cell, I couldn't escape. Couldn't push it to the back of my mind like I had Schmidt, so I have to react somehow and so I react with co-operation.

No, that's not how it was...

It was wonderful...

He...

It...

I can't remember! It's a blur. I should remember. I remember McGruder quite clearly, so why not Lister. Oh God, was it that horrific?

No, it wasn't. I'm sure. I'm sure. Sleep. Sleep is the answer. Everything looks better after a good sleep.

-//-

LISTER - I can't leave him crying, but...

How can he accuse me of that?! I know the answer though, don't I? Smegging Judas. Pouring poison into his mind.

Bastard.

The way Rimmer looked at me. I walked into the room after my shift on lookout. Ace had said that he had been acting strangely. I walked in and found him asleep. I crept under the bed sheets still fully clothed. I began to fondle his buttocks. I brought my left hand to the front and slipped my hand through the gap in his boxers.

"No." he murmured,

I began to stroke his penis and kiss his neck. I thought he was just playing.

Honestly.

"No." he said again,

"Oh, come one. You know you want to." I purred,

"Get off me!" Rimmer screamed, leaping out of bed,

He stumbled to the corner of the room. As far away as he could from me. Great wet sobs escaped from his mouth. I asked him to tell me what the matter was. He said I knew. I took a step closer to him and he spilt it all. What he had remembered about his childhood, what that fuck Schmidt had done and, most importantly, what Judas had said to him.

I pleaded with Rimmer. Surely he knew I couldn't do that to him. He sobbed again and said he didn't know what to think anymore. We stared at each other for what felt like hours.

"Tell me, you don't believe Judas." I said

Rimmer fell onto the floor and began to hug himself. I walked out. It was all I could do not to yell at him for being so fucking stupid.

But I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at Judas. He deliberately planted those ideas into Rimmer's head and me and him are gonna have a little chat. Liverpool style.

-//-

JUDAS - Ace, Rimmer and myself were abused as children. That much is true. Oh, look... Lister's here. Goody, goody.