You canīt...
have my daughter.
No.
No. Stay away!
Stay out of here.
Stay out!
Sheīs my daughter!
Stay away.
Mommy.
Mommy, come and play with me...
in my room.
Right now, Mommy. Okay?
l got an idea.
No! Let go of me!
No! Who will protect her? No!
Let me go!
Rachel! Rachel!
No! l canīt leave her!
l have to protect her! Rachel!
Okay, Rachel...
your mommaīs gotta go somewhere to get some rest so sheīll feel better, okay?
Are you okay?
ls your dad around?
l donīt have a dad.
Okay, hereīs what weīre gonna do.
Weīre gonna take you someplace real nice...
with a really nice family until we get this sorted out, okay?
Rachel!
Stop it!
Stop!
Stop it!
Hello. ltīs Monday morning. Time to get up and go to work.
But never fear because the Moneyman is here...
Sorry, Walt.
- Are you workinī tonight? - They moved me to the graveyard shift.
Was the dog in the house last night?
Heīs allowed in the morning.
Daytimeīs okay, but not at night.
l only let him in this morning.
Thereīs no juice.
Weīre out of a lot of things.
l heard dog noises last night when l was trying to sleep.
Walter was not in the house last night.
That voice!
As long as youīre under this roof...
youīll respect us as your parents and treat us like that.
Sorry.
Take it easy, Boyd. She might not be with us much longer.
Your momīs making progress, right?
On her new medication, the Clozaril?
Where are we gonna make up that 300 bucks a month?
May l be excused?
Well, hello.
Oh, she speaks.
Her mouth opens, and sounds come out.
She didnīt call all weekend. l figured her voice was gone.
Whatīs wrong? Foster dad being a pain again?
Yeah.
Why are you so weirdly happy?
Do l look any different?
Do you look any--
Oh, my God! You did it?
Yeah.
Who?
You wouldnīt believe me if l just told you, so līm bringing him to lunch.
- You suck. - Oh, love you too.
- Best blood. - One. Two. Three.
Four.
Are you ready to beat beat?
Morning, ladies. How you doinī this morning?
Whatīs goinī on, bro? Get away from me!
Dude, according to these new rules...
how many points do l get if l do that chick over there?
The fat one? Six.
No, bro, l did her last week and you only gave me five. And sheīs not fat.
Yeah, but l figure if heīs got the balls to go in after you, you dirty shit...
līm giving him an extra point.
- Hey, guys. - Oh, Jesse, that Tracy girl.
You gotta get all over that girl, man.
Serious, bro.
- Sheīs on my list. - Sheīs definitely fine.
She got an ass stamped B.P., baby!
Bulldog property.
Can you develop these at work for me?
- Total coyote date. - Thatīs harsh, bro.
ltīs the truth.
- Whatīs a coyote date? - You donīt know?
Thatīs when you wake up in the morning, some ugly chick sleeping on your arm...
and youīd rather gnaw it off than have to wake her up.
God, woman, you come prepared.
Tell me who the special someone is.
All will be revealed in due time.
""Romeo and Juliet,"" a tale...
of star-crossed lovers, pulled apart by their families, society...
and, some might say, by fate.
Why is it that we are so moved by love that ends with separation?
What say?
Anyone.
Anyone!
l donīt know that l believe in it.
Believe in what?
Love.
Well, then youīve got bigger problems than passing this class.
- Who would love her? - Yes, Arnold.
""Love is 15 seconds of squishing noises.""
Unquote. Johnny Rotten. Know what līm saying?
Dork. Kill that kid.
Do you think all love stories are tragedies?
Unless they die at the same time...
all lovers are eventually separated by death, right?
Then ""Romeo and Juliet"" isnīt a tragedy. They could only be together in death.
Yes! Very good!
A foul cynic, most cliche.
- A true romantic. How refreshing! - Yeah.
Shut up.
Oh, hello there.
Hey, girls, whatīs happeninī?
Move out. Thank you.
Mark Bing wanted me to invite you to his party Friday night.
- ls Jesse going with anyone? - l donīt think so.
Could you please refrain from shooting my ass?
Lisa.
Did you see that?
Oh, my God!
Letīs go. Stay back, please.
Letīs stay back.
You better come with me. A girl just killed herself in the lot.
Stay here.
Best blood.
Oh, my God.
Rachel, come on, back away.
Attention all students. Report to your homeroom classes.
Oh, man. Whose car is this?
She was really happy this morning.
l donīt understand why she--
ltīs okay.
Let it out.
No.
l donīt cry.
Miss Snell, please report to the principalīs office.
Miss Snell, please come to the principalīs office.
l have to go.
Rachel, stay here, okay?
līll be back as soon as l can.
One of our students died today.
We will observe at exactly 1:00 p.m. a moment of silence.
- Lisa Parker may be gone. - Hand me the score book.
But she will not be forgotten by her friends.
She will not be forgotten by her fellow students.
She will not be forgotten by her teachers...
or by her school.
Her parents are going to want all this.
Oh, my.
That girl Lisa, right?
Yeah.
l was supposed to have lunch with her today.
Yeah?
You guys thought she was shit, right? Mark.
Donīt look at me like this. You guys said it. You thought she was shit.
What did you do?
Nothing. l didnīt do anything.
ltīs just Lisa was acting all happy, you know, like we were going steady.
And l had to break the news to her that she was just a pump.
You know, a nut.
She didnīt mean anything to me.
l guess she couldnīt handle it.
ls that your brilliant attempt to fix it?
Thatīs good.
You need all the points you can get. l donīt know why youīre erasing them.
Thatīs cold, man.
On Friday we have the Kings University scout coming to the game.
lf all this gets out-- Sex and suicide.
Come on, man. Catholic schools frown on that shit.
lf l donīt get into a good school, my dadīs gonna kill me.
But nobodyīs gonna find out about this.
Lisa took a picture of us last night.
What if her parents ask questions?
Thatīs a problem.
Oh, shit.
All right, līll handle it. līll take care of it.
How?
Relax, man. Come on.
Come on.
- Sorry. Didnīt mean to scare you. - ltīs all right.
Youīre Rachel, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
līm Jesse. English?
Right.
The true romantic?
- Yeah. - Rachel, listen. That Lisa girl?
She had these pictures that have what you might call sentimental value.
l figured 20 bucks ought to cover it.
What do you want, 30?
Theyīre not your pictures.
ltīs not like sheīs gonna be pickinī them anytime soon, is it?
Cut it out, man.
All right, Rachel, līll tell you what.
How ībout l swing by when you get off work?
līll take you out for a cruise.
Come on. l donīt bite.
Unless you want me to.
l donīt think so.
Why not?
Because līm a dyke.
Thatīs funny.
- Donīt laugh, man. - Just drive.
How you doinī tonight?
""For a moment, l thought someone was actually seeing me...
but it was all a lie.
Eric lied when he said l was special, and l guess l was lying to myself.
l believed him.""
Rachel, is there anything in there that strikes a chord for you?
Do you know what Lisa was referring to?
Yesterday, she--
She told me she lost her virginity.
Do you know this boy?
Eric Stark.
Heīs on the team.
Can l talk to you for a second?
Excuse us, Rachel.
Robbie, l had a freshman girl crying in the hallway last week.
Five more have been in my office this semester.
l couldnīt get anything out of them, but their friends told me...
that football players slept with them then dumped them.
Thereīs nothing illegal about breaking a girlīs heart.
Eric is 18.
Lisa was 16. Thatīs statutory rape.
Thatīs a stretch.
Letīs make it before someone elseīs daughter jumps off a building.
Listen.
Are you sure youīre still not trying to save a girl that died 20 years ago?
Help me!
Plug it up! Plug it up!
Okay. līll look into it.
That was great.
Yeah.
The Minute Man!
Do it, baby! Do it again.
Gimme the book.
Thatīs in the book. Panties.
Oh, my--
Heīs going back in for double time?
l donīt feel good. līm gonna be sick.
- Heīs gonna puke! - Not in my car.
You know, Mark invited me to his party on Friday.
What are you thinking about?
Nobody.
l asked what, not who.
ltīs nothing.
Doesnīt it bother you that some girl offed herself yesterday?
- Why? She wasnīt anybody. - What?
l mean, l didnīt know her.
You know, l still donīt have a date for Markīs party.
Hint, hint.
Shit!
Stop.
Rachel, stop this.
Hey, get back here.
That rotten dog.
Hey, your dumb dog got out.
Walter!
Stay!
Stop!
Walter! My God!
Stop! Help!
Please stop! Stop!
Stop!
Rachel?
- Please. - What happened?
Please help me.
Are you gonna be all right?
Sorry.
For what?
For making you come out here all this way.
Donīt worry about it.
And what about my windshield? How bizarre was that?
līm sorry about your car.
lt wasnīt your fault. lt was probably a rock or something.
Walterīs banged up pretty bad.
Has broken ribs.
He tore an artery in his front leg. Heīs lost quite a bit of blood.
His pressureīs stabilized.
Heīs gonna make it.
- Can l see him? - Come back tomorrow.
Any time after 8:00.
Donīt worry. ltīs because you look like a mass murderer.
Whatīs up with the music here?
Donīt they have anything good, like some Garbage?
- You like Garbage? - Yeah. Shirley Manson, she rocks.
Lisa loved her.
You two were really close, huh?
līm really sorry.
Sometimes...
līd see someone from behind...
and līd know...
līd just know it was Lisa.
And sheīd turn around, and it wasnīt.
But sometimes it was.
And now...
whenever l see someone who looks like her, and she turns around...
it wonīt be.
Ever.
ltīs gettinī pretty late.
- Can l give you a ride home? - No, l can walk.
Yeah, right.
l can hitch. Donīt worry about it.
Then you can go hitch.
Or l could just...
wait for my limo.
Yeah, you could do that.
Just wait for your limo.
Come on.
All right, l guess līll see you in school tomorrow.
Sure.
Youīll let me know how Walterīs doing?
Yeah.
And thank you...
for everything.
Well, good night.
Good night.
- ltīs the dry weather. - An acrylic sweater.
l shook her hand.
Thank you for your support. līd like your vote.
Stupid.
Lisa!
Donīt! Donīt jump!
Last night, l took a look at your file.
Your mom is at Arkham for schizophrenia?
Howīs she doing?
Sheīs gonna be fine.
l had a really traumatic experience in high school.
l tried to help someone, and it backfired horribly.
No, stop!
l spent some time at Arkham...
as a patient.
Does that shock you?
l guess. l mean, you seem pretty normal to me.
Yeah, well, l try.
Do you visit your mom often?
ls that scary for you?
What do you mean?
ltīs perfectly normal to be afraid of turning out like your parents.
Come on.
l know līm ten times more likely to get it than most people.
l didnīt mean to patronize you.
So, is that scary for you?
Rachel...
in a way youīve lost your mother...
and now youīve lost a friend.
Losing people close to you can be...
very painful and lonely.
- lf you want to talk-- - No!
līm sorry.
l mustīve knocked it.
l didnīt see you knock it.
l know.
l know what you did to her.
As we can see from last yearīs film...
the Carlin Devils play tough, smash-mouth football.
Here we see Mr. Bing--
- l thought you got the pictures. - Just relax, all right?
Nobody knows but us. līm sure theyīre at the Photo Mat. līll get them.
lt takes an hour to develop film. Come on, man.
Mr. Bing, on your feet.
- Turn around and drop trou. - What?
You heard. Drop trou, shorts and all.
Now, son!
lf you wanna stay a starter on this team.
You undress like a girl. Letīs go.
After that half-assed block...
l wanted to check to see if maybe you had a tampon string between your legs.
Sit.
All right, girls, come this Friday itīs gonna be kill or be killed.
Letīs go!
- Yeah, Bing! - You ready for the game Friday?
Youīre saying youīve never seen, met or talked to Lisa Parker at all ?
No, sir, never.
Whoīs this youīre hanging on to?
Salvation Army alert. Look who Jess is talking to.
Sheīs such a bottom-feeder.
You working tonight?
No.
You wanna meet me at the diner?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Cool. See you there.
So, what did he want?
He asked me out.
- And whatīd you say? - l said, ""Okay. ltīs your funeral.""
Well, okay, pardon me.
But is hanging out with jock-boy such a hot idea?
l just heard that heīs dating Tracy Campbell, you know.
And she--
Right now sheīs giving you the look of a thousand deaths.
Sheīs beautiful.
Yeah, duh!
Coach says līm starting this week.
What happened in there?
Kelton, with the frickinī sheriffīs badge he pulled out of a cereal box.
Somebody told him l did Lisa, and līm suspended. My dadīs gonna kill me.
- What about the game? - Who cares?
Kelton nailed me with a picture of Lisa and l, started talking statutory rape.
Now l face the D.A. on Thursday.
Relax. ltīs bullshit, all right?
Your dadīs gonna kick your ass, but heīs a lawyer, and heīll kill that shit dead.
līll miss the game of the year. Football scouts are gonna be there...
and līm gonna be sitting on the bench with my thumb up my ass.
And that bitch Rachel.
You know sheīll be talking all kinds of shit to anyone who wants to listen.
The best defense is a good offence.
- Whatīs that supposed to mean? - Get in. Weīre gonna do damage control.
Get it together. Heīs just a guy.
You are gonna be late.
Boyd?
Emilyn?
Forget your keys?
Letīs take the front.
Stop it! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Rachel.
- Hello. - Whatīs your favorite scary movie?
Rachel?
What?
Are you naked?
Who is this?
Or are you wearing a little red towel?
ltīs playtime.
Who the fuck is this?
Why donīt l come in and show you, you fuckinī dyke?
What do you want?
Who is this?
Donīt you recognize the voice?
Who does it sound like?
līm calling the police.
Come on out here, Rachel. You bitch!
- What are you doing? - Fuck her over like sheīs fuckinī me.
No way. What the fuck are you doinī?
l have an emergency. līm at 3366 Broad Street.
- ltīs the parents! - Letīs go. Letīs get out of here.
Yeah, līm still here.
- lf she touches you one more time-- - You never liked her.
Everythingīs okay now.
Whatīs this?
Really.
Thanks.
Look at the window.
What the hell happened here?
How should l know?
Ah, Jesus!
Donīt go tellinī no stories about my boy Eric.
Why do the innocent always get hit in a drive-by?
What happened to you last night? l waited up for you.
- Why donīt you tell me what happened? - What are you talking about?
l waited in the cafe for over an hour.
līll tell you what happened.
Okay, what is wrong with this picture?
What does he see in her?
Come on, Trace. Youīre caviar, sheīs Cheez Whiz.
Heīll come around. Heīs letting little Jesse do the thinking for big Jesse.
l just donīt want any part of this, okay?
Look, let me talk to Mark. līll work this out.
They were probably drunk and just being stupid.
No, donīt.
You know what? Maybe all of this isnīt such a good idea.
All of what?
Guys like you are supposed to date girls like Tracy, okay?
Thatīs what this is about? No. Hold on.
Her? Let me take you out for a date.
A nice mellow one. Tonight.
līm not going anywhere until you say yes. Go ahead, try me.
See?
l mean it. līm telling you.
Just say yes.
What was that?
All right.
Yes.
Rachel, l need to talk to you.
We need to talk.
- Whatīs the matter? - Did you go by Rachelīs?
Yeah. We were just sending her a little message.
Give it to me next time. līll make sure she gets it.
What are you gettinī all bent for? This girlīs just a skank.
- You donīt even know her. - You do? What do you know about her?
Sheīs a nice girl. She doesnīt deserve to be treated like that.
- Who are you to send her a message? - Who am l?
līm a friend who gives a shit that my boyīs goinī down for rape. Thatīs who.
līm gonna do anything l gotta do to keep her from fuckinī talkinī.
Ericīs a big boy. He made his own decisions. Let him live with them.
You got say anything else to say to her, deal with me.
- Deal with you? - Deal with me.
No. Youīre gonna have to deal with me.
What is wrong with you, Jesse?
This is us, man! Weīre all friends here.
No, we just grew up together.
This is just a test that will let me know how to help you better.
Youīre wasting your time.
Just answer the statements true or false, okay?
""Thereīs a man inside the television who tells me what to do.""
False? l donīt see the point.
""Sometimes my thoughts assume the form of a giant insect.""
- This doesnīt make any sense. - Answer true or false.
Again. ""Sometimes my thoughts assume the form of a giant insect.""
False.
""lf you want to play the piano well, you have to practice.""
True.
""Large furry animals crawl on my face every night while l sleep.""
True.
l have a dog.
""Sometimes l can move things with my mind.""
- You canīt make me do this. - Honey, sit down.
līm trying to help.
- Youīre not my mother, you know. - līm trying to be your friend.
Let go of me!
Theyīre all gonna laugh at you!
Selling used cars is not what l want.
Unless l nail that football scholarship, thatīs what l get.
l canīt believe līm telling you this.
l never told anybody this before in my life.
lt must be nice not having to be like everybody else.
ltīs not so great.
l mean...
sometimes l wish l could just be one of the shiny, happy people.
Does that surprise you?
Yeah.
Everything about you surprises me.
l knew this guy once. He did this thing.
He could suck a strand of spaghetti...
up his mouth and right out of his nose.
Brain flossing?
He called it a talent.
l bet youīre wondering where līm going with this, right?
Well--
You really have a talent. Youīve got football.
ltīll get you out of this place. After that, you can do what you want.
Make your own path. Write your own book.
- Think so? - Word.
Word?
Word.
You wanna come with me?
What?
Your brake. ltīs poking me right in the back.
You wanna--
l really donīt know how to say this.
What?
līve never--
Yeah.
- And l want it to be special. - Yeah.
Like, you come to my door with flowers in your hand.
Oh, well, okay.
What kind of flowers do you like?
Daisies.
Okay. līll have to remember that.
l donīt know! l donīt know!
Mrs. Lang, l need to ask you a few questions about Rachel.
Who is--
Who is her father?
lt isnīt important.
- l knew youīd come back. - līm afraid we donīt know each other.
We can still get married. līll marry you.
- l need to know who he is. - līm sorry, thatīs private.
The hell with them! What do they know?
Cut it out! Sheīs not Terry. Kindly go away.
Poor thing. Heīs never had a visitor. Wants to share everybody elseīs.
Mrs. Lang, itīs very important...
that you tell me who Rachelīs father is.
l donīt see how thatīs any of your business.
līm trying to help Rachel.
She seems troubled, and līm very worried about her.
Youīre worried? Are you very worried?
l am, yes.
You donīt have any children, do you, miss?
No, l donīt.
Then you donīt know. You will never know how terrifying children can be.
Mrs. Lang, l know this is a really strange question...
but when Rachel was growing up...
did you ever see objects move by themselves?
And did the doctors convince you it was all your imagination?
The Lord is with thee. No. l was crazy then.
l thought she was possessed. l thought the devil was inside her.
Mrs. Lang, Rachel needs help.
She may have a disease, a genetic disorder.
l believe her father may have passed it on to her.
Disease? Could l have it? Did l give it to her?
- No. - How do you know?
Because the male is the carrier.
Mrs. Lang, you must tell me his name.
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners...
now and at the hour of our death, amen.
l did tell Rachel once how we met.
He said it was love at first sight.
līll tell you, but donīt you dare hurt my daughter.
l never told her īcause people around here...
arenīt so fond of Carrie White īcause of what she did.
See, he was her daddy, too.
His name was Ralph.
Ralph White.
Rachel?
l need you to come with me.
The night of the prom...
73 people died.
A few of us survived...
but weīve never talked about that night.
Thatīs why l ended up at Arkham, if you wondered.
l witnessed something l canīt even begin to tell you about.
But look around. See for yourself.
This was the original high school.
l wish theyīd tear this place down.
ltīs like some twisted memorial to that night.
l havenīt been here in over 20 years.
Happy homecoming.
Youīve heard of Carrie White, havenīt you?
Supposedly she set the fire...
as some type of revenge-suicide thing.
Elvis was her date, and they escaped in a UFO.
l know what happened to that snow dome on my desk.
lt fell.
We both know.
Rachel, is Jesse Ryan pressuring you--
Excuse me. Thatīs none of your business.
l know everything there is to know about Carrie White.
She did this.
lt began with something like you did with the snow dome...
and then it got out of control.
- līm leaving. - Rachel.
- ltīs a genetic recessive trait. - What are you saying l have?
līm saying youīre not crazy, and itīs not the devil.
ltīs a trait youīve inherited.
Telekinesis: the ability to move objects with your mind.
For years, l didnīt believe it existed.
But there are places that study it.
Thereīs a lab at Princeton. l can take you there.
With all respect, lady...
you are seriously bat shit.
līm walking back to the real world now.
You mother told me your father is Carrieīs father.
No, my fatherīs name was Bill Kirk.
- He left when l was three months old. - ltīs a lie.
My mother wouldnīt lie to me.
Believe me, you need help.
Like what? Like they helped you?
l can help you to get it under control.
l donīt want or need your help.
Youīre not really thinking of pressing charges against my son?
Oh, weīre doing more than thinking.
Look, Ericīs a good kid.
He may be guilty of some youthful transgressions--
Youthful transgressions? A girl killed herself, Lou.
Hello, Jay.
Sit. Everybody sit.
līm just listening in.
Okay, then. Cards on the table.
My boy isnīt going down alone.
Go on.
Mark Bing, Jesse Ryan, Brad Winters and Chuck Potter.
Weīre talking about the most prominent families in this town.
Maybe theyīve all slept with underage girls. Who can tell?
And, yes, maybe they made a game of it.
And perhaps Eric can even get proof of that.
l agree it would be awful, but l donīt think itīs criminal.
Now, there will be scouts at the game on Friday.
Eric takes a fall, maybe they all will.
You wanna be responsible for ruining these boysī lives?
That sums it up.
Karen, what we have here is an issue with intent.
- Blue-sheet it. - Oh, but Jay--
What you donīt have is evidence enough to tarnish this boyīs reputation.
ltīs not about evidence, is it? ltīs about elections, right?
That is it, Robbie. That is all.
Lou, thanks for coming by. līll walk you out.
- Appreciate it. - l know what youīre going through.
- l hope we see you at the game. - līll be there.
- Hey, is this seat taken? - No.
- Whatīs goinī on? - Just studying.
You gonna come to the game Friday?
l donīt really do football.
ltīs the season opener. Thereīs gonna be some scouts there.
l need you, for luck.
lf heīs gonna do it, you know, be seen talking in public with someone...
he should show some respect.
l mean, he should show me the respect at least to be seen with someone pretty.
Someone cool, someone who counts.
You know, someone.
But instead, itīs her. l just feel totally--
Disrespected.
Yeah.
Honey, youīre being seriously dissed.
Man, l just wish there was something l could do to make him come to his senses.
Markīs got his wheels turning.
What?
Come on. Good lift.
One more. Push it out, man. Come on, push it.
Nice.
Look, man, līm sorry. l guess l overreacted.
- Donīt fuck with me. - līm not, man.
You know, weīve been friends since we were both dumpinī our drawers, dude.
l thought weīd be best friends forever.
Never figured some girl would come in the way of that.
Look, l know līm scum. līm prepared to admit that.
līm lower than scum. līm smegma. līm butt lint.
- Keep going. - līm a prick. līm an asshole.
- Asshole, yeah. - ltīs that good.
līm sorry, man.
līm not the one you should be apologizing to.
l know.
Karen, watch my counter, please.
Can l help you?
Just-- Just looking. Thanks.
Mrs. Porter, this is a friend of mine from school.
l thought she was gonna frisk me.
She does step class with my mom.
So, what are you shopping for?
Oh, nothing. Just looking.
ls it perhaps something to wear on a date?
Perhaps with a certain jock hunk we all know?
You know, Tracy isnīt universally loved.
Thereīs a shocker.
Exhibit A: She tried to steal Brad from me.
Sheīs a ""Melrose Place"" superbitch.
You have got great lips.
Really. Look. This shade will look very kissable and soft.
Come here.
Trust me, okay?
Hold still.
So, are you going to the game? Just blink once for yes.
Great, īcause thereīs this big party afterwards, and l hope you can go.
l donīt think so.
Oh, come on. You really should. l mean, for Jesse.
l know itīd mean a lot to him if we all got along.
Yeah. So youīll go?
Great! See?
Can l ring that up for you?
Sure. How much is it?
Oh, um, maybe next time.
Thanks, Mrs. Porter.
l kleptoed it for you.
Hey, over here!
Figured out how to make it up to you and Rachel.
The summerhouse, bro. My parents arenīt gonna be there.
l figured you wanted to get away from us idiots for a little while.
Have a nice, romantic time. All right?
But youīre gonna bring her by my party.
So l can apologize to her, all right?
Then we can all be one big, happy family again.
All right?
Have a good time, man.
- You look great. - Thanks.
l really like your hair.
Oh, you can just, you know, throw those in the back or something.
l know Mark can be a jerk sometimes, but, you know, heīs trying.
Heīs got a party Friday, and he invited us.
- We wonīt go if you donīt want to. - No, letīs go.
Really?
Whatīs wrong?
līm just a little scared.
Donīt be scared.
l know. l just feel kind of strange.
Look, we donīt have to do this tonight.
Whenever youīre ready.
God, l must be crazy.
Actually, youīre about the sanest person l know.
Youīre sane.
l love you.
Youīre grounded, for a week!
- But līve gotta go to the game-- - You wanna make it two?
You stay in this room. Am l clear?
Yes, sir.
Come on! Shave it off!
Hey, youīre next. Get in the chair.
- Come on! - Come on, bro!
- Come on! - Come on, man!
Oh, youīre gonna ruin the whole effect, bro!
Oh, Jess, whereīs your sac? Come on!
You have to tell her who her father is.
- Why? - Because sheīll believe it from you.
Rachel needs to seek treatment before itīs too late.
Too late for what?
Rachelīs best friend committed suicide...
and līm afraid Rachel may...
harm herself or others.
And you want to take me out there?
Yes.
He saw me!
Go get īem, baby!
Good afternoon, and welcome to todayīs matchup...
between your Bates Bulldogs and the Carlin Devils.
This is the first game for both teams...
as the Bulldogs seek their seventh consecutive championship.
However, there is a history of bad blood between these two teams...
as the Devils have consistently been a thorn in the Bulldogsī side.
Well, letīs hope the Dawgs can pull that thorn out once and for all...
as the special teams get set for the opening kickoff.
Number 42 of the Bulldogs, Chuck Potter, receiving the kick.
Oh, my! Heīs popped.
Could l have my purse, please?
Just about five minutes to go now in the second quarter.
Go, Jesse!
A vicious hit by Stark. Johnson, number 45, isnīt getting up.
- What the hell kind of call was that? - And it looks like number 33, Stark...
is being ejected for a flagrant personal foul.
What the hell is he fuckinī doing?
- That was not a flagrant foul! - Thirty-three has been disqualified.
Oh, why donīt l just take every starter out for you, all right?
Touchdown, Devils!
The Bulldogs are trailing in the second half as they receive the Devilsī punt.
Number 42, Chuck Potter, takes the kick again for the Dawgs.
And there he goes...
cutting across the field, racing down the sideline!
Fourth quarter action. Hereīs the snap.
A quick pass to Jesse Ryan, and, oooh, he was hit hard.
What a pop. He is down.
He is not getting up right away.
Wait a minute. l see-- l see movement.
Yes, heīs finally moving now. Heīs up.
Shaking it off. And there he goes.
Everythingīs so different, so very different.
Things change.
Thereīs Mr. Bellows. Hello, George!
He always had an eye for me, that one.
- Where? - Right there.
Hello, George.
Devils suck!
Well, itīs pretty much do or die time now, folks.
The Dawgs down by four with only 12 seconds left on the clock.
Boy, itīs been a struggle all day for these Dawgs...
trying to move the ball against the very stingy Devils defense.
l think itīs safe to say this is not how the Dawgs wanted it to come out today.
Theyīve had a very tough time on defense.
- Theyīre not moving the ball as usual. - Ryan, get up here. Come on.
All right, son, trips right, crazy eight. Letīs go.
Theyīre really taking their time here. Probably their last play of the game.
Trips right, crazy eight.
Go, Bulldogs!
Hey, come back here!
Last chance. Weīll look for a Hail Mary. Weīve got Jesse Ryan set wide.
Bulldogs set. Thereīs the snap.
Miller drops back. A long bomb down towards the corner.
Ryan is there. Heīs under it. He jumps. Heīs got it!
Complete! Touchdown, Bulldogs!
Touchdown! The Bulldogs win it!
College scoutīs here. He wants to talk to you.
Could you tell Rachel to wait for me? līm gonna be a few minutes.
No problem. And, hey, good luck.
Thanks.
Jesseīs gonna be a while. Heīs talking with a scout.
- He said to go ahead to the party. - You hear that, Rachel?
Jesseīs talking to a scout. lsnīt that great?
- Yeah, thatīs great. - All right.
līm goinī with the guys. See you there.
Come on. līll give you a ride to Mikeīs.
- Thanks. - Deborah!
Dress. Dress time.
- Try this. - Thanks.
Mascara. Mascara!
Sorry.
Done. How do l look?
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
- You look good, Monica. - Thank you. You look pretty, too.
- You look really pretty. - You need lipstick.
Yo, check it out.
Goddamn it!
Whoa, that sucks.
They even slashed my tires.
ltīs further proof the Devils are just a bunch of pigs, huh?
- Are you looking for Rachel? - Yeah.
Well, sheīs at Markīs. You want a ride over there?
l just have to stop by my place real quick.
- Tommy, have you seen Rachel Lang? - Who?
- Rachel Lang. Was she at the game? - Oh, yeah. With the tattoo.
l saw her leave with Monica Jones. l guess they went to Mark Bingīs party.
Rachel with Monica?
Just go away! Todd, get off my butt!
Stop.
Whoa, bro, what are you doing?
You bust something in this house, heads are seriously gonna roll.
Yes!
Rachel, yo.
You could get me into this party, right?
Hey, Arnie, wait right here. Weīll come back for you.
- See, l told you. - ln a couple of years.
How come she gets to go in, then?
- Sheīs one of us. - līll try and get you in, Arnie.
Fuck that. Come on, guys, letīs do some serious doughnuts now.
Come on. Hit it!
So, then the scout said, and l quote...
""l love your aggressive play. You have that killer instinct.""
Thatīs great, buddy. For you, that is great.
- There she is. You better disappear. - No problem.
Swank.
Relax. They just need to get to know you for who you really are.
- How about a drink? - Right on.
What can l get you beautiful ladies to drink?
Some margaritas would be nice.
- B-Rad. - Yo!
- Margaritas. - Cominī!
- Thanks. - līm glad you could make it.
Look, līm sorry about the other night at your house.
lt was just a bunch of guys being guys. līm sorry.
Jesse told us to cool it and explain everything.
So, no hard feelings? Peace?
Well, as long as you pour me a drink, all right.
Shoī.
- Thanks. - To new friends, then?
- Drink to that. - Okay.
Tracy, l appreciate the ride, but, uh, letīs go.
Just a minute. līm trying to figure out what to wear.
Of course.
Hey, what do you think of this?
- Looks good. - Really?
Well, l donīt know. l think it might be a bit much.
Donīt you?
Weīre gonna be late.
Pretty soon she wonīt care if youīre late.
Whatīs that?
Well, if she cares about you, she wonīt mind if youīre late.
- Come on, wench, letīs dance. - Donīt you ""wench"" me.
Come on, Rachel, letīs dance.
l think līd rather wait for Jesse.
- Heīd want you to have fun. - Come on, have some fun.
Yeah, come on, Rach. l got you, babe. Come on.
Go, Rachel!
Hey, Mark, l got a little present for you, right here.
Hey, Mark, you like the game footage, huh?
l love the footage. Yes, l do.
Are you talking about todayīs game?
No, līm talking about the other game.
What other game?
- The game that youīre in. My turn. - Yeah?
- The game that you played, Rachel. - Thatīs right. What was the score?
Chuckie, grab that score book. l wanna see it.
- Want to see it now? All right. - Come here, baby.
l wanna show you how you helped Jesse win the game.
Two-twenty-four! Hut, hut, hut, hut!
Rachel, catch!
Yeah, baby! Yeah!
Hold it! l gotta get my camera for this.
- Read off the scores. - Whoa. Hold on.
Come on, Rachel. Give it to us. Read the scores!
Come on. Please. Letīs start with Ericīs scores...
īcause itīs gonna be so sad.
Start with poor Eric.
Whatīs the matter, Rach? ls there someone there that you recognize?
Someone you know? Huh?
Lisa. Forgot about Lisa.
Come on down!
Thatīs our brother! The D.A. kissed his butt!
- We were just talking about Lisa. - Oh, Lisa.
How was she?
Well, to be honest, l just about split her in two.
- How many points was she? - She was worth four points.
But l think we should deduct those since she offed herself.
Wait. Think of how many points heīd have got if heīd done her after she was dead.
- A bit cold, huh? - Chuck, come on!
Rach, baby, read that. Open it up to Jesseīs page.
l want you to see how many points...
Jesse got for you.
Oh, well, l think thatīll be about a two-four-six-eight!
Who do we appreciate?
More than that, īcause remember, Rach, you said you were a dyke...
so he got extra points for the conversion.
Oh, the conversion! Two points!
Not two. Thirty!
Thirty! You gave her thirty?
She should get extra points, being that sheīs so skanky.
Look at that. Look at it.
See, we didnīt think Jesse could do it.
- So he offered to get us proof. - How do you like Jesseīs big play?
Lookie, lookie here, Rachel.
- Theyīre all gonna laugh at you! - Was it good for you?
ls that you?
Theyīre all gonna laugh at you!
Oh, come on, Rachel! Was it good, Rachel?
Sucker!
Hey, is that a zit on your ass?
lt is! lt is a zit on her ass!
No, thatīs a mole.
Holy shit.
What?
- Mark, whatīs going on? - l have no idea.
Out of my way!
Brad, you bastard!
- Get out of the way! Move it! - Shit! lt wonīt open!
Holy shit, dude! ltīs her doing it!
Go!
Somebody put me out! Help!
Oh, God, help me!
Oh, my God!
Let me out!
Man, weīre missing one killer party.
- Where are the fuckinī keys? - Hurry!
My stupid dad. Heīs always hiding these frigginī keys!
Hurry up! Come on!
Tyler! Tyler, get up!
- What the hellīs this? - ltīs a spear gun, idiot.
- Give me that shit. - Hey, man, forget the flare gun.
What are you gonna do with a flare gun?
ltīs all my fault.
Letīs go! Get outta here! Oh, shit!
Go on! Through the glass! Come on!
Get up!
- Pull the cord! - Whereīs the fucking cord?
Oh, shit.
Momma?
Whatīs wrong?
What are you? Youīre not my little girl.
The devilīs in you!
Momma, please!
Momma, donīt leave me! Donīt leave me!
l donīt have anyone.
Please.
Please, God...
let me die.
Please?
Come on. Sheīs dead. Theyīre all dead.
We have to get out of here. Letīs go.
Oh, my God.
Forget about that! Letīs go!
- You used me. - l had no idea they were taping us!
Liar!
ls that all l was to you? Thirty points?
l would never do that to you. You have to trust me.
- l would never hurt you. - Stop lying!
l believed you. You know that?
God, l believed you.
Listen to me. l love you. l do.
- Youīre a liar! - No, l love you.
l love you.
Get out. Stay away from me.
Please go.
- l love you. - What?
l love you.
Hey, Walt.
Youīre gonna get us kicked out of here.