RICKY: He was my friend’s friend. We barely interacted—

GARY: And you’re all sharing drinks?!

RICKY: We didn’t share any…AIDS doesn’t even work like that—

GARY: Underage drinks, I might add.

<knocking, door opening>

UNIDEN­TIFIED VOICE: Sorry, Reverend, I wouldn’t interrupt an Expulsion but—

GARY: What, what is it?

VOICE: That Scottish lez—Anderson—she broke her wrist.

GARY: Take her to the clinic.

VOICE: She broke it slugging it out with Ellis. She’s blown a fuse, sir. She’s still swinging her good arm.

<loud groan>

GARY: Boys, we aren’t finished. Stay here until I deal with this.

<murmuring, door closing>

VOICE: She slugged it out with Ellis! ELLIS.

<voices fade, silence>

STANLEY: I’m sorry, Ricky.

RICKY: Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. You snitched me out so badly, I lost all my college money. You don’t even know the scrounging I had to do, for months, just to stay enrolled…because of YOU.

STANLEY: You want to hit me, don’t you?

RICKY: Trying to help you out cost me everything…I can’t even explain…And then you tricked me. You got me to come home…so my dad could jump me in the dark…and take me here. Yeah, I’ve really wanted to hurt you.

STANLEY: If your friend got me sick, I could’ve been hurt a lot worse—

<loud clatter of a chair falling, followed by the loud thud of a body slamming>

STANLEY: No touching me with your hands—

RICKY: You baby! Stupid, dumb, weak baby. You were never going to get sick and you know that, and you let them take me!

<soft crying>

STANLEY: I don’t wanna get sick…I see them on the news, Ricky. I watch them…their bodies. They’re so sick. I can’t…

<harder crying>

RICKY: You don’t even know what you’re talking about.

STANLEY: Ow…

RICKY: You kissed that guy all on your own. I watched you do it. I saw LIGHT in your eyes.

STANLEY: He made me—

RICKY: You wanted him to be your boyfriend, didn’t you? There was a moment—I saw it, you can’t lie to me—you took his hand and…you wanted him…

<whimpering>

How could you ever be anyone’s boyfriend? You’re just an idiot kid.

STANLEY: We’ll see how stupid I am…You’re going into the bunker.

RICKY: You ruined my life—

STANLEY: You ruined MY life—

RICKY: I HAD a life! I got out, I had somebody who loved me. A whole lot more than you had in Ambrose, living in your mom’s pocket!

STANLEY: You’re hurting my neck…

RICKY: GOOD.

STANLEY: Ricky…

<crying>

RICKY: I could do it. I’m on the island now. I’m on the island. There’s no good, no bad on the island. I should do it. You deserve it—

<struggling, gagging>

STANLEY: I deserve it…