What is your deal?
I got a big game on Friday.
Look, it's no good. I need my fluids.
Your fluids?
Mary Jo, I'm curious... Why would you do that?
- Why not? - It's self-mutilation.
Self-mutilate this, fluid boy.
Good find, girl. Who's that?
Shit, no.
Slut.
Hey, Andy.
Step out for a minute.
- You shouldn't be out past curfew. - Andy Effkin, toast with the most.
- Will you win the game on Friday? - We should do fine.
Thrown for a loss.
Is your arm okay for the game? Is your offence ready?
Son-of-a-bitch.
Fuck!
Easy, Eff.
- I need my fluids. - Give me the gun.
Get out of here, now!
You're shitting me. That's Mary Jo.
Clarice, it's Coxy. We've got a wet one on the bluff.
Hey.
I just can't wait, Steve.
- To do what? - To see my new room and school.
- Yeah, new everything. - It's gonna be awesome, Steve.
It's gonna be way better.
Come on.
- You're moving to Cradle Bay? - We sure are.
You'll like it. You'll never want to leave.
Hey, aren't you going to help me?
I'm coming.
Fridge.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, just...
- I'm unpacking. - Are you nervous?
- About what? - The first day of school.
Dad?
The spiders in your bed are worse than the snakes outside.
"I had been so innocent there, and all beyond was unknown and great."
Good, Trent.
Dickens is speaking of the joy of discovery, of newness, of change.
Mr Clark, perhaps you can relate. Mr Clark is from Chicago.
Do they read Dickens there?
Dickie Atkinson.
Welcome. Trouble with the camshaft?
- Like you know what one is. - Someone's having engine trouble.
Peckerhead.
Excuse my ignorance, but what is a...
...peckerhead? - What are you laughing at, Whalen?
Nothing, Richard. I was just thinking how ignorance kills.
- What does that mean? - Exactly.
You ass-kissing fuck!
Boys!
Dickie.
Perhaps another sojourn to the principal will do you well.
You know what a peckerhead is? That's a peckerhead.
Thanks for clarifying that.
Send the principal our hosannas.
"Youth is wholly experimental." Robert Louis Stevenson.
- Are these seats taken? - No, go ahead.
- I'm Gavin. This is U.V. - I'm Steve.
Munchies.
U.V. Has some primo weed. We smoked a fatty during gym.
Check him out. He looks almost tan, doesn't he?
- Hello, Lorna. How are you today? - Drop dead.
- Contact. - Who's that?
That is Lorna "Love-itis" Longley. Purveyor of my every fantasy.
There are two groups of females: Lorna, and all other women.
Did you ever take her out?
Alas, Lorna is largely untouchable for someone of my social standing.
- What do you mean? - It's a class system here.
Check it out.
Those are the motorheads. They're into lube jobs and Lucky Strikes.
Musical choice: Posi-traction overdrive, The Allmans and Bruce.
Drug of choice: Cheap beer. Keggers can't be choosers.
Freaks who fix leaks.
Over here are the microgeeks. Nerds, whizz-kids and other bottom feeders.
Musical choice: The sound of a PC.
Drug of choice: Stephen Hawking and a cup of tea on Saturday night.
Freaks that go squeak.
Over there are the skaters. Baggy pants, Dickie wools, -
- doing 50-50 grinds with an OIlie Grab finish on a home-made halfpipe.
Musical choice: The whack of a Hacky Sack. Drug of choice: Ecstasy.
Freaks in sneaks.
Here's where it gets nasty.
Lorna runs with that group, The Blue Ribbons.
Good kids. They have bake sales and wash cars. And kiss adult ass.
Blue robots.
Those three guys are Cradle Bay's criminals.
- Whalen, Effkin and Stewart. - Toast comes in three flavours.
Music of choice: The hum of perfection. Drug of choice: Life.
They pursue clean living at the expense of those who admire them.
Freaks so chic.
Then there's us. Lames who like our metal heavy and our Marlboros light.
Musical choice: Harvester of Sorrow, Language of the Mad.
- Drug of choice: What have you got? - Freaks all week.
That's it. Lesson over. Class dismembered.
Welcome to Cradle Bay High. Welcome to my nightmare.
- We'll help you with your math. - Leave me alone.
- Hello. - Hey.
- Phlegm? - P-h-l-e-m-g-h. Phlegm.
- Wrong. - What are you doing?
We're having a spelling-bee against Hessel Junior High.
- My brother Allen spelled well. - I thought your name was Steve.
- Allen's my brother who died. - I have a grandfather who died.
Why don't we change the subject?
- Pass your plate. - Why?
You know why.
Do you talk about your grandfather? We can't talk about our brother.
Hello?
I'm here for the Mustang parts.
What the fuck...
What are you doing here?
The troops shall set you free.
- What do you want? - You, Dickie.
We've got it for you, Richard. We've got all the winning numbers.
We like to welcome all new students.
As soon as Dr Caldicott arrives, we can begin.
He's the Resident Faculty Fellow. He's been with us almost two years.
He works as a counsellor. I think you'll like him.
I'm sorry I'm late. Hi. Edward Caldicott.
- Everything okay? - Have you thought about sports?
- Not really. - There's The Blue Ribbons.
They help each other study and practice. They're very motivated.
They get good marks, and they do wonderful things in the community.
Steven, all of us here are aware of the tragedy back in Chicago.
- If there's anything we can do... - Everything's fine.
Steven...
We know how tough it can be, and we want to be involved with you.
That's all the meeting's about.
So, go make some new friends.
Do you like that?
What is it?
It's a bona fide jitterbug. It's my buddy, Rachel. Cook's Ridge trash.
She's a great chick, but she's Cook's Ridge trash. Come on.
Hey there, dancing queen. This is Stevie Boy.
- She's Rachel, Cook's Ridge trash. - Bite me.
- Hey. - Hey.
Appropriate sparks are flying. Cue the power ballad.
Fail to be a tumour, Gavin.
What do you say we cruise town, chase a case, -
- hit the bluff and drink some beer?
To consecrate Stevie Boy's arrival to this pathetic town.
- Sounds razor. - Stevie Boy?
Sure.
Excuse me, could you help us out? I'm trying to buy some beer.
- I have the money. I'm just... - Get off my case, kid.
The problem with America -
- is mankind's refusal to contribute to the delinquency of minors.
That was like the tenth guy.
Hey, Rachel. What are you doing?
Chasing. Nobody's willing.
Hello, Charles. Cycle any anabolic goodies lately?
- You're funny. - Thanks. I'm here all week.
- We're going to The Yoghurt Shoppe. - The Yoghurt Shoppe?
Are you gonna make an "active culture" joke, or should I do it?
See you later.
- What? - You're flattered by his advances?
Bullshit.
Sorry.
- Easy. - Fuck! You Blue Ribbon shithead!
- What was that all about? - Toxic Jock Syndrome.
Where's my shake?
- What made him freak out like that? - Steroids. All the jocks use them.
Kelly Connor said she saw Andy Effkin bite the head off a kitten.
- I think it's bullshit, though. - It's not, and it's not steroids.
Here we go. Gavin thinks a sinister force has taken over those idiots.
- You know what it is. - A sinister force?
- Evil. You can't trust anyone. - Fail to be a bitch, Rachel.
Fail to be a pucker-ass, Gav.
- What? - Nothing.
Andy killed her.
Everyone's saying she ran away.
I saw her dead body, but I can't prove it.
- Why didn't you go to the police? - Cox was there, man.
The cop didn't do shit. Nobody listens to me.
This is cancer corner, the best place to sneak a smoke.
What are you shitbirds doing here? You ain't supposed to be down here.
Relax. This is my friend, Steve. He's new to the Bay.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw...
Rattus... rattus.
Excreta!
Drag marks of a rat's tail.
- What is that? - It's an e-rat-icator.
The sounds are supposed to scare the rats away.
Do you hear that?
It's scary, ain't it? Piece of crap. It doesn't work worth spit.
- A dollar for everything like that. - Mr Newberry is the village idiot.
- What? - He's declared war on the rodents.
Gotta fight 'em!
Rats from the Bay.
You think you can run, but you can't hide.
- A day at the master races. - Check that out.
Jesus.
- Is that Dickie? What's he doing? - He's one of them now, bud.
He's a blue robot.
- Watch and learn! - What the fuck...
They're peckerheads. He's killing his hard-on!
- Maybe he turned over a new leaf. - He wouldn't be the only one.
Does Steve know about the murders?
- Steve is a disbeliever. - Mary Jo and the cop disappearing?
- He accuses me of being paranoid. - Denial ain't just a river, bud.
- Check your weed, boys. - You're beige, boy.
- See you, Rachel. - Bye.
Can I help you?
Good to see you.
- Hey, Trent. - Come and sit down.
This is Kathy, Andy, Tom, Randi...
...Lorna, Chug. You know Robbie and Dickie.
This is Steven. He's new to the Bay from Chicago.
- Do you like it here? - It's okay.
- You had friends in Chicago? - Yeah.
You can have friends here.
Weren't you fighting in English?
We've made peace. We're not animals.
Dirtbag alert.
- Steve, I need to talk to you. - Easy, slick. Steven's relaxing.
So this is "The Yoghurt Shoppe". What the fuck is a "shopp-e"?
- Make like a tree and leave. - Clever girl.
We get into one argument and you go bond with these guys?
Hello, Charles.
What happened? Did you eat too much flank steak?
Let's go.
You don't have to go, brother.
I'm not your brother.
You wanted to tell me something? Here I am.
They're hypnotised.
They're brainwashed, lobotomised, programmed.
Do you want proof? Here.
There's Robbie, Randi and Trent. They used to be my friends.
- Maybe they got sick of your rap. - Wait till tonight's excursion.
After tonight, you'll strap on a hog and be a man.
Blue Ribbon meeting. Every Monday. This is where the shit goes down.
We can sell cookies at the pep rally when the school spirit is high.
The evil is really pervasive.
- Yes? - This may sound strange, but...
Andrew's schoolwork has improved, but he's become different -
- since the weekend Enlightenment Seminar.
- How? - He seems...
...unkind to almost everyone outside of the club.
Kids, being kids, have a tendency to overreact.
They go through a brief period of being, shall we say, snobby.
But what it really is, is a feeling that's new to them.
They're proud of having improved.
When you soar with the eagles, the pigeons below can seem pedestrian.
A new candidate has been nominated. His parents have consented.
Colleen...
- Superstar. - Suspended four times last year.
Seems depressed, listens to rock music and masturbates too much.
- Poor son of a bitch. - Generally lacks direction.
The candidate is a C-minus student, yet has A-plus potential.
So, all in favour?
February candidate confirmed. Training to begin a.s.a.p.
- Shit. - Ernest and Lucille Strick.
The parents of our next superstar, Gavin Strick.
They want you to join their club, but they can't make you.
You still don't get it. This isn't about blood drives and bake sales.
Wait.
- You should lay off that shit. - Eat me.
This is huge, Steve. Why don't you see it?
Don't fucking "Gavin" me. My parents sold me out.
You saw it. You were there. Why don't you see this?
You can stay at my house tonight.
No, I have to go home.
If they're waiting for me, I'm gonna smoke them all.
Everyone who's at my house, Robbie, Whalen, Caldicott...
- Even my olds, man. - Give me the gun.
You're fucking losing it. You'll wind up shooting the paper boy.
- Go home. - Give me my fucking gun.
- Good night, Gavin. - Give me my fucking gun!
Don't leave me alone like this.
Stevie Boy.
I would have smoked them all.
Fuck.
It's showtime.
Who put the acid in my spam?
Rachel.
Gavin, what's up with this?
I want to apply myself. I'll get better results over here.
Beat it. This is rarefied turf. Sluts need not apply.
- Gavin... - Later, Rachel.
- How much do I owe you for this? - Treat yourself.
Where are you going?
- I want to talk to Gavin. - You're not wanted, Steven.
Fuck off...
What's your maladjustment, Effkin?
Are you okay?
That's enough.
- What happened to you? - We shall overcome, Steven.
- Are you okay? - Oh, man, fantastic.
You'll see.
Retard.
What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here.
- I hate the caf. - Everybody hates the caf.
Where's the ketchup?
That's not good.
- It doesn't look like ketchup. - "Slaughterhouse Five"?
Give me that! What's the matter with you?
You rats from the Bay!
Rats everywhere. You think you know everything. You don't know nothing!
- It's all an act, isn't it? - Get away from me!
Oh, brother!
Wait.
Do you like Kurt Vonnegut?
I don't get it.
Didn't you ever want to just disappear, lunch boy?
Poof, you're gone?
People become very interesting when they think you're stupid.
Steven...
- Who is it? - Calm down, Steven.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Hello, Steven. I'm tutoring Lindsay in algebra.
Where is she?
- Where's my sister? - She's upstairs sleeping.
- Where are my parents? - At a meeting. You're hurt.
- Let me put something on that. - It's fine.
Maybe you should go.
- I mean it. - If that's what you want.
Can I use the bathroom first?
- It's around the corner. - I know where it is.
- Everyone knows everything here. - Your sister's a very special kid.
Hello, Steven...
- What are you doing? - I'm not sure.
- Go home, Lorna. - You don't find me attractive?
Yes, but you're a Blue Ribbon and I'm not, so...
Wait a second.
I'm not supposed to be doing this. It's bad... wrong... bad.
No...
Wrong, bad, bad, wrong...
I have to go home. I have a big physics test tomorrow.
The implant's integrity to the optic nerve is intact.
The chip is functioning, but excess stimulation to the pineal gland -
- caused the dopamine levels to go through the roof.
Every time these kids get a hard-on, someone gets killed.
- We could do a cingulotomy. - No, let's do a craniotomy.
What? What about her parents?
Tell them she'll miss cheerleading practice.
Once you've all settled in, I'm sure she'll fit in just fine.
Thanks, Dr Caldicott.
Come on. I've got to sell this bud. I've got like two customers left.
If this keeps on, I'll be the 7-Eleven guy.
I'm gonna go grab a smoke.
Come out, wherever you are.
I saw you come down here. I just want to ask you something.
What do you want, Chug?
I just want to know...
It's me asking, not my friends. Rachel...
Will you go out with me?
- You're kidding, right? - Will you?
- No, I won't. - Why not?
You couldn't repulse me more if you were made of shit and maggots.
- You want to be that way? - Stop it or I'll scream.
What do you think will happen, baby? I'm a Blue Ribbon. Team captain.
You're just a trashy love doll. Give up the plate for Chug.
Fuck!
What are you looking at, retard?
You should try and fit in. We're gonna be here for a long time.
You, me, Mum and Dad.
And Chip and Dale.
What's this?
They were handing them out at school. We all got one.
- Go inside. - Why?
- Hi, Lindsay. - Go inside.
Spaz.
- We should talk. - Yeah.
There's something you need to see.
Gavin Strick here.
Live and unplugged.
If you found this, then you know...
Am I hanging with Trent and Robbie and the rest of the robots?
I hope not.
I hit the vents tonight when I split up with Steve.
He doesn't believe...
I went back to school and overheard Caldicott talking to some wonk.
They mentioned "Bishop Flats 11". Caldicott called them his children.
Then he freaked and kicked the guy out. So something's up, right?
Keep an eye on U. V., though I doubt they'll want him.
I doubt they'll want the pigmentally challenged. It's not their style.
I've got to go get paranoid.
Gavin Strick, reporting live from the reconstruction.
I pulled this off the AMA database.
Caldicott last worked at Bellknop Psych. Facility in Bishop Flats.
He spent seven years doing neuropharmacology.
Mind control.
The next ferry is at six.
- Bishop Flats? - Are you down for it?
Razor.
- I miss Gavin. He's like a... - A brother?
Yeah, exactly.
I had a brother.
- Sorry. - He was a few years older than me.
If he'd lived, he would have been something amazing.
But he was... always in pain.
Eight months after he shot himself, we moved to Cradle Bay.
Everything was gonna be all right.
- I'm sorry. - No, don't.
Let's go.
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Think of it as our first date.
My teeth are clean.
Be pretty, and do it just right.
Meet the musical little creatures that hide among the flowers.
Shut up.
Let's go.
It's Caldicott's daughter.
His own daughter. There's something fucked up in Bishop Flats.
His own daughter's in there. Nobody's safe.
The last ferry leaves at 11:30. Tell me you have a plan.
I'm making it up as I go.
- Hi, Officer Cox. - Closing time, Frankie.
Just be cool.
- It's past curfew. - She was just driving me home.
- From? - Studying.
Where are your books?
Evening, Officer. I'm getting rid of rats.
The pink-eyed vermin can't see for spit.
The town council gives me a quarter a rat.
- I'm going to be rich. - Moron.
Where are you going?
- Can we go now? - Step out of the truck.
What are you doing?
- Let her go! - Get in.
That's a big rat.
Come on! Get out of there!
Let's get out of here.
Come on, Steve.
Come on.
You have to trust me for now. You trust me, don't you?
Steve, where are you going?
We're going back to Chicago.
- You're scaring me. - I'm scared too, Mum.
We're here for you, no matter what.
Do you really mean that? Then let's all go home.
Steven, you are home.
Cradle Bay is where you and your family belong.
You signed me up for the programme? Don't you care about what I want?
- Do you like the way you feel? - Shut the fuck up.
- You sold me out. - Steven, please...
My name is Steve! Nobody calls me Steven except for them!
- Come on, Lindsay. - Steve.
- May I have this dance? - Where's Rachel?
She's gone to an institute of higher learning.
- Everything's under control. - Who's your daddy?
Respect yourself, Steven.
Ice, ice, baby...
It's not what you think, Steven. It's a new kind of cool.
- I've never felt so alive. - It's humanity's sacred essence.
A new and finer age.
Go forward.
Be the ball.
- People will know when I get out. - That's right.
They'll know because you'll be better.
Adolescence is a minefield.
But soon you'll be fully equipped to walk right through it.
Straight A's and a letter jacket. And sometimes you rape and kill.
To cure cancer, you kill a few mice.
Meet the musical little creatures that hide among the flowers.
That's a battle I didn't win.
You'll be different. I know so much more now.
She wasn't that bright to begin with.
Rachel.
You'll be okay, Rachel.
- Going somewhere with my custard? - Let's go, Chug.
That's my girl, Steve. I can't let you take her.
Come on, give up the plate for Chug.
Come on.
- Lindsay! - Not so fast.
- The capital of North Dakota is? - How the fuck should I know?
You're cool. Get in. The early-bird ferry is in 20 minutes.
Shit.
It's time to leave mediocrity behind.
Step up on the bus.
Come and get it, you blue bastards!
What's going on?
Come on. Get them to the ferry.
I'll meet you down there.
Don't leave without me.
- Hey, lunch boy. - What are you doing?
We can't let these shitbirds graduate and go on into the world.
- Maybe they can be helped. - No, they can't. And neither can I.
Do good things, lunch boy.
It's over, you son of a bitch. It's finished.
Finished? There will always be other towns and other troubled teens.
And other worried parents. Science is God.
Be the ball.
- What happened? - We're the only ones left.
So what do we do now?
We go home.
- Where's that? - Wherever.
Wherever we are.
Appropriate sparks are flying.
Cue up the power ballad.
Settle down.
Your new student teacher is starting today. Show him respect.
Speak of the devil.
Say hello, class.
They're all yours.
Hello, class. Welcome.
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