If you have to have a gun to work where you work
or to be where you are...
then maybe you need to try your best not to be there.
(squeaking)
What are you doing?
What?
- Don't touch his bed. - Why? He's not gonna use it.
I have it like this for a reason.
David, what are you doing?
- What are you doing?! - I'm pushing the beds together.
- Are you going to sleep in his bed? - I'm pushing 'em together!
You're going to sleep in your brother's bed?!
This is my room!
David! No! No!
You can't just come in here and start moving it around!
Get off me! Get off of me now!
- Get off me, Mom! - Stop it!
You know something? You have a lot of nerve!
- I have? - Yes!
I'm in here trying to move my stuff around! My stuff!
- Spoiled! That's what you are! - Fuck you!
Oh. "Fuck." "Fuck." That's great. That's just great.
Shut up!!!
Okay, fine.
Why do you smoke?! David? Huh?
- Why do you go through my things? - Why do you smoke?
Why do you fuck Barry in Dad's bed?!
- I am just trying to do my best. - Would you move, please?
Can you move?!
You don't even... you don't even care.
You don't...
(door slams)
(inhales)
(jingling)
(sobbing)
DAVID: Hey.
What's up?
Your parents home?
My mom's taking a bath or washing her hair.
- Washing her fat rolls? - Fuck you, man.
- Dude, you still smoking lights? - Yeah. Why?
- You're a bitch, dude. - What?
You think you can just put your cigarettes all over my house
like my mom's not gonna fucking care?
- How'd she find 'em? - She finds everything, you dick.
- Fuck. I'm sorry. - Yeah, thanks. That helps a lot.
- GIRL: Ike. - Hey.
What's up, hunk?
Uh, Tally, Mouse, you know my friend David?
- Hey, "my friend David." - Hey, yeah, we met before.
(cell phone beeping)
- You want anything to drink? - Yes.
- That's cool. - Thank you.
IKE: Follow me.
All right.
(crying) No...
I don't know.
Well, I came into the room,
and he was moving...
...Robbie's bed.
Have you guys known each other for a long time or whatever?
Yeah, actually, I've known her since grade school.
- Oh, wow. - Yeah.
You go to St. Anthony's?
Used to.
Hey, was your brother the one who... um...
Yeah.
I love David. I care... more than anything.
Hold on.
Ohh.
- What happened to your stomach? - Oh, uh...
It was this thing I was doin' on my bike.
There's a park over there,
and there's these steps I always ride down,
and I kinda ate it. Hard.
Got me this new alarm clock. Oh, my God, it's so annoying,
it's like... bramp! bramp!
So, um... we should hang out sometime.
I mean, if... I don't know if you want to, but if you do...
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Yeah, I... yeah, that'd be cool.
Can I have your number or something?
- Yeah. Uh, I don't have a pen. - I have a pen.
DAVID: I'm thinking I want to transfer and to go Ridgeline with you.
IKE: Ohh, dude.
The girls are so much hotter. I mean, you said it yourself.
Tally, Mouse.
Yeah, but there's hot girls in St. Anthony's.
- Not at all. - Yeah, there is.
(door opens, closes)
MAN: Okay, let's roll on my cue.
And... roll tape.
Ed, whenever you're ready.
I know it's been three years since the tragedy,
but could you still give us a timeline of what happened after you arrived?
Yeah, sure. Um...
I got the call at 11:38 in the morning,
and, um, I was alone in my squad car,
I was near Ridgeline.
Shots had been heard, so I went over there and, um...
as you said, by the time I got there
the first two kids had already been shot by Donald and Robert when I arrived.
I notice you make an effort to call them by their names.
They've been called the "shooters," the "killers"...
The killers, yeah.
I just always remembered that they're kids.
Do you still think about it?
You have a... you have a good day today?
It was a bad day?
- Learn anything new today? - Same stuff.
What, you didn't learn anything new all day?
I guess.
You got something you want to share with me?
You can talk to me. You know you can talk to me, right?
Hmm...
Let me hold this bag for a second.
'Cause, uh... hold that for a second...
'cause I need to put some color in my wardrobe.
How's it look?
- It's okay? - It's a little bit better.
All right? Come on, let's go. Let's go. You ready?
(TV blaring)
Gotta do your homework, buddy.
Hey. You guys are home early.
We were just watching cartoons.
Oh.
You talk to him at all?
Yeah, I tried to talk to him. He didn't have much to say, though.
- No? - I tried to talk to him about school,
- I tried to talk to him about Jeremy... - Jimmy.
Yeah, that's what I said. I said Jimmy when I was talking to him about it.
He knew who I was talking about.
You can't get him to open up to you by breaking my rules.
What rules did I break? We were just having some dinner.
- The cartoons, Carter. - Cartoons?
Yeah. No cartoons during the week. You know that.
Come on, babe. I mean, my son...
my kid, he likes cartoons, I love cartoons...
I mean, it's my fault, 'cause I wanted to watch that show,
that really good show, the Dragonball show.
- Dragonball Z. - The guy with the funny hair and...
Yeah.
That's my favorite.
You know... (imitates cartoon sound effects)
# Baby #
I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry.
Hey, you're gonna have to cut the TV off.
(TV off)
That fool took away your gun? Damn!
- I'm a'ight. - You're a'ight?
So what, you think you're Superman now?
All them bullets just gonna be bouncin' off your chest?
I don't know, man, I'm...
I'm cool.
- I'll just get you another piece, man. - Nah.
I don't want one.
So you're just gonna walk around here naked.
I'm good. I'm light on my feet.
Look, I'm gonna find me a girl...
I'm gonna sing some Johnny Cash to her, some J. Cash.
You know, Johnny Cash carried a gun.
Yeah, a'ight.
GRANDPA: There you are. Clean as a whistle.
You know, it's a question of safety.
- WOMAN: Mm-hm. - Look here, see...
this is the stock, and... it's a little shorter
and just a little thinner.
Yeah, I don't know if I like how...
Maryanne, would you come here for a second?
It's my granddaughter.
Can you put your hand there, please?
Okay, just relax it.
There.
Okay. See?
Mm-hm. I see our hands are about the same size,
I just, uh, I don't know if I like how...
This is made to fit snug.
This one, the one you've been using,
because it's thicker, if you were to try and pull it up quickly,
you could lose you grip and it could slip away.
You could find yourself in some trouble.
I've gotten used to it, though. I think I like the weight.
Well, it's heavy, that's for sure.
- You don't find it too heavy? - Not so much. It's all right.
All right, there you are.
Honey, can you take this back to the cash register
and ring up that other stuff?
Thanks an awful lot. I'm gonna keep this aside for you
because, trust me, it's the best thing for you.
(whispering) That's his brother.
Can I help you?
Um... yeah.
I actually called earlier.
I just thought maybe I could learn a little bit about shooting or...
Okay. Have you ever handled a firearm before?
Yeah. But I haven't shot a gun since I was a really little kid.
Well, we can start from the beginning and... and go from there.
This is a 9-millimeter semi-automatic handgun.
When it's in your hand, you are smart, you're careful,
and you're always responsible.
All right. So, now with your feet,
you want to spread your feet apart a little bit,
get one foot in front of the other like I am.
Your knees are able to bend so that you're relaxed
- but you're strong. - Okay.
Does that feel comfortable? It's the Weaver stance.
It's probably the most comfortable for you.
Again.
- Uh, I don't... - Do it again!
Good.
So why you got all the nerdy classes?
I just got transferred over like that. I'm gotta get 'em switched.
- I got this weird lunch period now. - It's 'cause you have pre-calc.
Pre-calc? I've been in algebra forever.
Yeah, it was just 'cause in my old school,
- I mean... - You want a ride home?
You know, my... my mom's picking me up.
You want me to wait with you?
Yeah.
- And the other room's upstairs? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, you're looking at... well, twelve hundred.
Is there any way you could knock that down just a little bit?
'Cause it's...
Well...
Where's... where's the school?
The school's down a ways... a few miles.
Go out and head east.
Thanks. That's great.
Your boy play football?
Westland's got one of the best teams in the state.
Good academics, too.
So, was it weird today?
What, like... going here?
It's whatever.
The classes seem like they'll be easier.
Yeah.
You ever think about your brother?
No. Not really.
He was a fuckin' idiot anyway.
Can you give me a tattoo?
Down here.
Yeah.
So...
...how many guys have you kissed in your lifetime? Ever.
Ever?
Um...
Three.
But only one, like, real one.
You're such a liar. You... you've only kissed one guy?
Yeah. One guy.
How many girls have you kissed?
I like it.
Are you all right?
Thanks for staying with me.
(horn honks)
Uh-oh, I think that's my mom.
Uh...
Do you want to come meet her?
- Are they still warm? - Yeah.
'Cause they were hot when I bought 'em.
Thanks.
So, I went looking for some places.
What, like apartments or something?
- What the hell is this? - Mom, what's goin' on?
What the?
Hey, David, I want you to go inside.
- Why? - Honey, just go inside.
Hey. Hey!
I can't believe this.
- Mom. - David, just go inside the house!
Go on!
Excuse me. What the hell is this?
Why the hell would you put this on my lawn?
Huh?
What is your problem with me?
You! I live here! This is my house!
Where do you get off... Why would you leave this for me?!
You deserve whatever you get, Janet.
- Oh, I can't believe... - Don't complain to them.
How can you... This is so unreal.
- Go inside the house. - How dare you talk to me like that?!
- Calm down and go inside. - Oh, Bob? You have nothing to say to me.
Your kid stands out here and sells weed like it's lemonade.
- Not my kid. - Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.
- Don't act like you don't know. - Your son's a murderer.
- Oh, my son... - Yeah. What do you have to say to that?
- You know what? - Your son's a murderer.
People just stand out here talking about...
If you have a problem with people putting flags in your yard,
I mean, do you realize what these flags represent?
I don't have a problem with flags in my yard...
These flags represent the children,
the children that were murdered by your son!
So why do you have a red flag in your yard?
- Because I care, Janet. - Oh, you care?
I have a problem with coming home in my car
- with my other son David... - You are such a slut!
I'm a slut? Oh, excuse me. And who are you?
I hope you're not the woman whose husband has come over
like four times and offered to mow my lawn!
Because it looks like crap. We feel sorry for you!
- Don't feel sorry for me. - Why don't you move?!
Because I live here!
(all shouting, police siren blares)
You're the reason those kids were killed!
- I'm not the reason! - Yes, you are!
I didn't kill your kids, okay? But I baby-sat them!
How the hell could you not see it?!
Your own kid!
Look, my son is dead!
COP: Hey, you! Stop!
I'm fine. It's okay, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm fine.
- Why don't you just go inside? - I'm going inside.
- Mom! Please, come on. - Why don't you make them go inside?!
Go! What did I say?!
FRANK: Hey, Don.
Everyone's back in their houses now
except the guy down there watering his lawn.
Yeah, he's all right.
Jimmy just rolled up with another car.
Why don't the two of you get on out of here, okay?
The chief wants me to stick around and make sure that...
No, I got this covered.
You go home to your family, all right?
- You sure? - Yeah. Go on.
- All right. Thanks, Frank. - Okay. I'll see ya, Don.
'Night, Jimmy.
(car departs)
JANET: You want coffee or tea or something?
No, ma'am, I'm fine, thank you.
I didn't even know you guys were still here.
If you guys are here to...
There's nothing wrong with my other son David.
No, ma'am, I know. I was just...
There's nothing in this house that you... would interest you anymore.
- Okay? - I know.
I'm his mother. I would know.
Yes, ma'am. Uh... thank you.
I, um...
I understand.
I mean, you'd think I don't understand, but I get it, David gets it.
It makes sense, with the flags and the banners and...
people are...
I feel bad.
Maybe you could let... someone know I said that.
(sobbing)
Yo, what's up, man. Lemme get that Old Highlander right there.
How much is it?
- It's twenty-one. - Twenty-one?
How about that little rum right there? How much is that?
Um... seventeen.
Seventeen?!
How 'bout the Wild Turkey?
- That's fifteen. - Fifteen?! Man, fuck that!
(gunshots)
Hey!
Hey!!!
Gimme the Wild Turkey!
Look, I'm... I'm'a chill, right? I'm'a put this away.
Gimme the motherfuckin' Wild Turkey.
Gimme the Wild Turkey!!!
Nigga, I see you! Gimme the Wild Turkey!
Hey, man, get your ass up, man!
Get your ass up!
Your ass got to come out. I’m’a be here waitin'.
- (bell rings) - SARA: Are you concerned at all?
I'm concerned about all kinds of things, Sara.
About our family? Our home?
I mean, we're not happy as a family.
I'm not happy, Hakeem's not happy. And I know...
- (alarm blares) - Sara, I have to go.
- There's some stuff going on outside. - Cater, you always have to go.
When you were a teacher, before we moved,
- you talked to the kids, you... - Sara, come on.
This is my job. It's my job.
Don't make this like it's not important to me,
- 'cause you know it's important to me. - I love you.
- (banging on door) - And I know you.
Can't you just hear what I'm saying? Can't you?
This is what I do.
(banging on door, shouting in hallway)
- (alarm blares) - Hey, hey!
You want to hurt him that bad?
Huh?!
- Carter. - Do you even go to this school?
Do you go to this school?
(bell rings)
Hey, Carter.
We're backed up out there.
I got Lisa Ann from yesterday,
- Kwami's back. - You know...
this stain has been on my ceiling...
for such a long time.
Well, you can just switch out the panels and...
I have switched 'em. I switched 'em nine times.
It comes back.
So I switch it again, 'cause that's what the guy before me told me I should do.
That's probably what I'm gonna tell the next guy, too.
I don't know why...
if it's just laziness or...
or stupidity or...
I just keep, like, hitting my head against the...
I just keep changing the... the panels.
Carter, what did you mean by "the next guy"?
How many kids you say we got out there?
Five.
Can you just give me a couple of seconds,
- then send somebody in? - Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hi. Um... this is David.
I was just calling 'cause I was wondering if
maybe you wanted to hang out tonight.
- Yeah, um, I... - Yeah?
I would love to. Do you want to come over?
Or I could go to your house or something?
Yeah, you could come over here. That sounds fine.
Yeah, that would be totally fine. I'll go grab my bike.
Okay.
My address is on Hawthorne.
It's at the end of the block, last street on the right. It's 236.
All right, I guess I'll be there in like ten minutes.
- Okay? - Okay.
- I'm gonna run by the store first. - Then I'll see you soon.
All right. Bye.
Bye.
Get your notebook too, babe.
Mr. Carter?
Yeah?
We, um... well, I...
I just wanted to say, um...
Thank you for talking to my son.
You, um...
you truly, I believe, saved his life.
My other son went to this school before you got here, and, um...
...well, it was different.
Thanks.
Thank you for that.
Do you have to work tonight?
Oh, my God.
What?
(yawns)
- Did you get stitches? - No.
No, it's...
- You didn't go to the hospital? - No.
- Is Louise coming over? - Umm.
Barry?
Barry doesn't come over anymore.
You hungry?
Hmm?
No.
- You should stay home tomorrow. - What?
You should stay home.
Sit down.
You tired?
Yeah.
Hmm.
Me, too.
(sighs)
- You gettin' out of here? - Yeah.
- How ya doin'? - Good.
Finding your way around here okay?
You mean, like... here in the store, or...
No, here in Charlottesville, and in the shop too, it's just...
you know, you seem so down every time you come in here.
You don't smile, you... hardly talk,
you never even really say good-bye.
I say bye.
Yeah, okay, I was just askin'.
And I smile, too.
Yeah.
You know, it's just...
it's like... it's kinda like you used to talk more
when you came to visit.
I mean, you were younger, but...
It's just, things are...
different around here.
I mean, some of it's college different,
and some of it's just... Southern or... East Coast or whatever.
Virginia different.
I don't know, Papa.
It's just that some shit happened, and...
and I just feel like...
...edgy or whatever lately,
and I don't... I know that doesn't explain how I've been
for the past two months, but...
You know, this place was always kinda weird for me to walk into.
But I guess around here it's...
...it's just how everybody is. I don't know.
Boy...
I miss your grandmother so much sometimes.
I sure wish she was alive right now.
Yeah... me, too.
I mean, maybe you'd talk to her when you used to come visit,
maybe not to me at all.
It was nice you callin' me Papa, anyway.
Did your mother tell you to call me Papa?
- (laughing) Yeah. - Oh, shit.
Yeah, but...
(both laughing)
Aw, shit.
Hi.
Do you have strawberry soda?
- Oh, I see it. Thanks. - (door bell tinkles)
- Hi. - Uh, pack of lights.
That's four seventy-nine.
(clatter)
Hey.
Just take it easy, man.
No, no. No.
(both grunting)
Get down! On your stomach!
Get down! Stop moving!
- Stop moving! - Just let me get my arm out, man.
- Ow! Ow! - Hey! Shut up.
Mom, I'm home.
Time to go to bed, man, okay?
(sniffling)
- (door opens) - Oh, hey.
CARTER: Hey.
What's going on? What'd you buy?
I got a backpack.
Thank you, Carter.
I quit today.
You what?
I'm done, at the end of the semester.
They're, um, looking...
they're looking...
They're gonna find a replacement.
Oh, baby.
MARYANN: Need some help?
DISPATCHER: 911, please state your emergency.
GIRL: These guys, they're shooting people!
DISPATCHER: Where are you calling from?
GIRL: Ridgeline... Ridgeline High!
DISPATCHER: Stay calm. What's your name?
GIRL: My name is Rebecca.
DISPATCHER: Okay, Rebecca, are you injured?
REBECCA: No, but there are a lot of people who aren't moving.
DISPATCHER: Are you in any danger? Can you see the shooter?
REBECCA: Not right now, but they're in the building.
DISPATCHER: Okay, Rebecca, stay on the line with me, okay?
(gunshots)
DISPATCHER: Rebecca? Are you okay? Are you injured?
(screaming in background)
Rebecca, help is on the way.
Just stay on the line. Officers will be there soon.
Okay, stay calm. Stay calm, Rebecca.
Do you see any exits nearby?
REBECCA: No!
DISPATCHER: Okay, just stay where you are.
Get down low. The officers will be there soon.
Stay calm. Stay calm, Rebecca, okay?
Help is on the way, darling, okay? Officers are on the way right now.
Do you know how many shooters there are, Rebecca?
REBECCA: There are two guys with guns.
DISPATCHER: And what room are you in, Rebecca?
REBECCA: On the second floor in the science lab.
DISPATCHER: All right, stay calm, dear.
REBECCA: Oh, God, oh, God.
I think they've killed our teacher.
DISPATCHER: Rebecca, hold on sweetie, okay?
Help is coming, darling.
Just stay on the line with me, all right, Rebecca?
Just breathe, sweetie.
Just breathe.
(Rebecca screams)
DISPATCHER: Rebecca, are you hurt?
Are you injured?
Is anyone injured near you?
Okay, stay calm, stay calm. Just be calm, Rebecca.
Just stay on the line. Just stay on the line.
REBECCA: Oh, God. Oh, God.
(gunshots)
DISPATCHER: Rebecca? Rebecca?
Rebecca?
(silence)