The Crush (2010) - The Oscar nominated short film.

"The Crush is an Irish live action short film...It was written and directed by first-timer Michael Creagh, and produced by Damon Quinn.[1] The film was shot during Easter 2009 in Skerries, north Dublin.[2] Creagh cast his eight-year-old son Oran in the lead role of the story.[3] "

-wikipedia.org

I want you to look for the words "reveal", "pretend"

and "love" in your readers tonight.

I want you to be able to spell them on Monday.

(Class responds) Awwww!

(music plays, birds chirping)

(music, birds stop suddenly) Oh, so grumpy.

I'll tell you what if everyone does well on their spellings,

we might have a DVD next week.

(class responds) Yes!

(bell rings)

(Music Playing)

You okay Ardel?

(Zipper noise)

Oh Ardel that's lovely.

I used two week's pocket money.

Oh why that's far too much, you didn't have to.

I did, it's important you know how I feel about you.

Well this is very special and I'll treasure it always.

Does this mean we're engaged?

Umm..well I haven't thought about it. If you want to...I suppose.

Well that's very sweet and I'll certainly give it some thought.

You have a good weekend ok?

Yes Miss I definitely will.

(music playing)

So how was everyone's day?

>You're hoarse.

Screaming at some kid at the lacross pool.

>No?

Yeah, we chased him down, he tried to rob a news agent.

Had the go, had to shoot and everything.

>Oh cool, did you waste him?

It's not cool Ardel!

No more kill boy films.

He backed on an air, thank god.

Otherwise I'd be sitting here

with an arrow in me head. (piercing noise)

(laugh)

Where are these kids parents?

>Mom, what age can a person get married at?

Um, I think it's sixteen. Why?

Have you got some news for us?

>No, well not yet.

I'll keep you posted.

(papers rustling)

(Music plays)

(music stops suddenly)Come on Ardel your dawdling.

(Door bell rings)

Hello Ardel bought anything nice?

>Boots.

Oh lovely, they make you look very smart.

>They're cowboy boots.

Wow, very cool.

I got something special myself.

>Hello, Miss Pardy.

Oh my goodness, someone is a lucky girl.

>That's gorgeous.

Thanks Mrs. Travis.

This is my boy.. oh my fiance Pierce.

This is Ardel one of my second classers and his mom.

>Congratulations.

Yeah cheers.

Come the matches start in ten minutes.

> Well, I thought we are going to celebrate through lunch.

(Laughs) I think you freeze me enough today as it is.

Come on I don't want to miss kick off.

>Okay, but..bye Ardel, bye Mrs. Travis.

Bye.

(crackling paper)

(Rustling noises)

(bell rings)

Now, remember your studies please!

Hey Ardel.

Ardel Travis come here please.

What's up Ardel?

I see you wearing his ring and not mine.

Oh, it's complicated Ardel.

Someday you'll..

How is it complicated? He's not good for you miss.

(Laughs) I'm sorry pet, go on.

>It's alright you'll see anyway.

What do you mean?

Nothing, you'll just see that I'm the one that loves you.

Oh Ardel I know you do.

And your very special to me too.

But sometimes grown up we have to...

I have to go home Miss, bye.

I would have taken you for lunch.

What?

I would have missed the football

and taken you for lunch.

(Birds Chirping, Tapping)

Come on woman.

Always the friggin' last.

(Knocks)

Well hello there. What can I do for you?

Don't marry Miss Pardy.

Come again?

I'm telling you you're not to marry Miss Pardy.

Why is that then?

Because she is mine.

(Laughs) Oh well, that is a dilemma.

Don't laugh at me.

I'm sorry pal, but you know?

All is fair in love and war.

See she told me you were just too short.

>She never said that.

Yup, and that you weren't finacially stable enough to cater for her needs.

She is a high maintenance lady, you know?

I don't know what that means.

Huh, you will mate, you will.

>You talk stupid.

Well now don'e be getting all...

Beat me in a dual.

A what?

>A dual, just you and me. Right in the handball court.

>Tomorrow after school.

(Laughs)

To the death!

(Laughs out loud)

Okay, so what are we fighting with?

Swords, pistols, conquerors?

Pistols.

By jove! It's a date sir.

See you there.

And may the best man or boy win.

(Laughing)

What's tickled you?

>Oh you got to hear this.

(haunting melody plays)

(Tapping) Come on!

(Chuckles) Oh wait, got to see this.

>I have an appointment with death remember?

Don't be mean to him.

>Come on I just want to see.

You can stay here if you like.

I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.

Where is your gun?

Ehh, I think I've forgotten it.

Silly me huh?

That's not my problem.

Suppose not.

So then, where is your...

gun.

>(Chuckles) That's not real.

Yes it is.

What's going...

Ardel what are you doing?

(laughs) That's not.. now don't point.

It's not real it's a toy, isn't son?

It's not a toy. (Clicking noise)

Ardel put that down now.

Now where would you get a real...

My dad's a guarder.

Hang on, guards aren't armed.

Emergency response unit are.

You couldn't told me about this?

>Jesus, now be careful wee man.

Don't marry teacher.

Just put that thing down and we can talk about it.

Say you won't marry Miss Pardy.

>You don't deserve her.

Why, you don't even know me.

I know you're not good enough for her.

Why?

Because you're a dick head.

Ardel Travis!

Sorry Miss.

Are you just going to stand there and

watch one of your second classers blow my head off?

He won't.

Have you not seen city head?

>God! Get a fucking cop or something!

Stay there Miss.

Ardel please put it down.

I'm going to have to put it on your report.

What will your mom and dad say?

I told you I'd show you miss.

Now listen to your teacher son.

Tell her you won't marry her.

>(Gasping) I'm not going to tell her that.

Tell her!

Ahh! Fine! Just, just hold on there.

Don't! (Clicking noise) Okay! Okay! You can have her!

I never wanted to marry her anyway.

Excuse me?

>She mulled constantly about it.

She digged my head in.

I thought putting a ring on her finger

would shut her up for a while. (Gasping, crying)

I don't want to be married.

>Please, please.. Ardel, Ardel.. please don't shoot me.

Please.. (Crying)

Get someone you stupid bitch!

(Gun fires)

(Birds chirping)

See, Miss.

You dick head.

You little bastard!

>If you come any where near him

I'll tell everyone that you're a.. kiddie fiddler!

>Come on Ardel.

Will this go on my report miss?

Maybe we'll keep this between ourselves.

But maybe you should give me that for safe keeping.

Oh, god it's very realistic. Where did you get it?

My dad was hiding it in his wardrobe for my birthday.

Nice isn't it?

Uh, it's certainly very pretty.

>I'll just pop it in here for safe keeping.

Oh, what's this?

It's alright Miss, I've decided not to marry you after all.

Oh, why is that?

I'm not financially stable enough to cater for all your needs.

(Laughs)

>And someone as nice as you should have everything she wants.

Some day some girl is going to be very lucky.

Neh, girls are stupid.

Well we certainly can be.

Come on Romeo, I'll get you home.

(music playing)

"Love goes down the drain differently...

at the other side of the world to me..."

I'll still wait there, that's what I'll do

I'll keep a spare seat for you

I'll still wait there, that's what I'll do

And this years story line competition entries are now available to watch on rt.ie/storyland and on the rit player.

You can vote for your favorite until 2 PM next Tuesday, on first of March.

Next on two, it's white color.

(music playing)"...beauty, has a bridge been burned?

That draws the way home for me

(unintelligible)

where love lies out of bounds

I'll still wait there, that's what I'll do

and keep a spare seat for you