Skins, Series 5

[A hysterical Franky is in a secluded area. Matty approaches. She hears him, whirls around and takes aim with a revolver]

Franky:
[Tearfully] Go! Go away, please. [He turns, but then walks over to her] I said "Go away"!

Matty:
Is it real?

Franky:
Do you want to find out!? It's a re-drilled replica. It shoots bullets, okay!?

Matty:
[noticing the pictures behind her] Bullets for bitches?

Franky:
What?

Matty:
Is this how you have fun?

Franky:
Can you just leave me alone?

[He casually approaches her, so the gun is right on his heart]

Matty:
Go on, then.

Franky:
I don't have to take this shit anymore.

Matty:
No, you don't. Bang! [she is startled. He looks her up and down] You're beautiful.

Franky:
No. No, I'm not. I'm... I'm a no-good shit magnet. I'm... I'm nothing.

Matty:
So why do I see a... glorious f***ing head-f*** thing?

[He turns and walks away]

Franky:
Who are you? Don't...

Matty:
See you around. Remember to aim straight for the heart, next time.

[He smiles at her and leaves]