I know what you think.
That I sold my soul to become popular.
Do you think that I would kill someone just to eat lunch on the senior lawn?
It wasn't supposed to happen that way.
[Disco]
[Man] Here's the king and queen!
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in hormones.
Everything is a double entendre to these kids.
Could it have to do with teaching biology as opposed to, say, Latin?
Oh, if I were teaching Latin, they'd be looking up the dirty words.
All they think about is sex.
Treat? I made them myself. They're really good. I promise.
Treat? Candace Lee for student body president. Treat?
Keep smiling, Candace. Remember what you said:
"This is gonna be fun. We're gonna get some votes."
I remember what you said: "Gee, I'm free every Friday night."
- Probably the rest of my life. - Have some punch.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
I'm glad you're having a good time, Miss Luna.
But escaping dance duty...
is rapidly becoming number one with a bullet on my priority list.
Everybody get down! Down now! On the floor!
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt.
Come on! Let's go! Come on! Get down!
Get out of my way! Out of my way. Come on.
- That means you, Romeo. - Get down. Get down.
All right. You!
Stop! What are you doing? Help!
Help! What do you want? Put me down!
Seniors rule!
[Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
- [Continues] - Hey, take me with you!
Well, well, well.
There's our next student body president, Mark Kinney.
Does he really think that stunts like that will get him votes?
[Boy] Kinney for president.
I'll turn high school into a party. I can do it. Trust me.
He promises a party.
Vote for Candace Lee.
- Candace for president. - Candace Lee. She won't let you down.
Hey, Maya, Susan...
give me one good reason why anyone would vote for Candace.
- She does a lot of community service. - Ever hear of it, Mark?
- Come on! Community service? - What a geek.
And you know what? She really cares about this school too.
This school. Not the one where she's going to go to college.
- Yeah, but does she party? - Have fun? Play sports?
See, I'm a regular guy, one of the masses.
- Will you vote for me, sweetheart? - Absolutely, Mark.
You see? Even the freshmen are listening to me.
Then tell them to get to class. You're all late.
Yes, sir, Mr. Bontley.
[Bell Rings]
- Better get to class. - Okay, see you later.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - This is your sixth tardy.
- You're out. - Ten seconds. Come on.
Sorry. My rules are not negotiable.
Yeah, but class hasn't even started yet.
I did the assignment. I'm pulling a solid B in here.
This is not about grades.
It's about respect, discipline, passion and effort.
Look, I need this class to graduate, all right?
Has anyone ever told you "no"and meant it?
Or is the first "no" just always a starting point for you?
I'm ten seconds late. Why does this have to be World War III?
Do you think you are so brilliant that I should be thrilled to teach you...
despite the lack of respect that you show me?
It doesn't work that way.
And by the way, to earn my respect, you have to push yourself.
And to push yourself, you have to care.
So...
why do you think Shakespeare called his play Julius Caesar...
when Caesar dies at the top of the third act?
You win. I'll try to be on time from now on.
You'll do more than try, Mr. Kinney.
The days of negotiating exceptions to my rules are over.
I don't care how special you think you are.
You'rejust another kid with an attitude to me.
Now say "Thank you, Mr. Griffin, for giving me another chance.
May I please come back into the class?"
Could I come back?
"Thank you, Mr. Griffin, for giving me another chance.
May I please come back into class?"
Thanks. May I come back?
"May I please come back?"
May I please come back?
Take your seat.
Why didn't he call it Brutal Betrayals or Hidden Agendas?
Miss McConnell, do you have any ideas on this?
Well, I was thinking that...
Someone should slip Griffin a Prozac or something.
It would take a tranquilizer gun to mellow him out.
- He's so out of control. - He's trippin'. Power mad.
He's just a sadist who can't stand getting old.
So enough about him. Don't take it so personal, Mark.
I'm not taking it personally.
- Dave Ruggles just looked at me. - No, he didn't.
- Yes, he did. He smiled at me. - You know what, Susan?
People tend to do that when you're staring them down.
- Ha, ha, ha. - Come on, Susan.
He's like one of the gods, and we're just mere mortals.
This is how you remember Napoleon. Just think of Griffin.
- They both have a little man complex. - Enough already, bro.
- You're buggin' over this. - He's right, Mark.
Why does Mark even care about this election anyway?
He practically runs the school already. Look at him.
- Griffin really nailed him today. - I know, I know. That was great.
I would die if Griffin went off on me like that.
Easy to say when you're the teacher's pet.
That's because English happens to be my best subject.
Oh, right. Try a reason for living...
because Davey-pooh sits next to you.
You're hopeless, Susan.
- Now, don't burn the house down. - But if I do, you've got insurance.
Yeah. [Chuckles]
Can you feel it in the air, kid? This is going to be our week.
Ten to one, I make salesman of the year, and you get elected student body prez.
Huh?
Remember, politics is just salesmanship...
- and nobody does it like a Kinney. - For sure.
Bring home one your election posters and I can frame it.
Yeah. Nobody does graphics like Paul's Print Shop.
- Pays to pick the right friends. - Yeah, everyone else did their own.
You want to go over that speech one more time?
You're already late.
Hey, that pope joke always works.
- [Horn Honks] - There's the driver.
Let me show you what's in the freezer.
Oh, Mark...
now the gun is locked up in the closet.
- Willy. - What? I just want him to know where it is.
- [Doorbell Rings] - Coming!
All of this can be microwaved.
Mom, it's not the first time you've gone away.
You know, your dad doesn't mean to pressure you.
So you've explained a thousand times.
He works hard to give us all this.
He's very good at what he does, but he still feels like a salesman.
You getting into an Ivy League school means everything to him.
Thanks for taking the pressure off, Mom.
- Just these. Amy, you ready? - Yeah. You have the tickets?
Our hotel number's by the phone. If there's a problem, we can always...
- I'll be fine. - We'll be back a week from Wednesday.
- Bye. - Okay, son. We're outta here.
Or should I call you "Mr. President," huh?
- Remember, no parties. - Yeah. No parties.
I know what you're doin'
Oh, she was slammin'.
Mr. Griffin is weak. He's nothing.
Just the total personification of hell, that's all.
[Mark] Whoo!
All right!
Hey, dude, get off the couch! Don't climb on the banister.
And my parents' room is off-limits.
[Dave] Probably going to thrash the place.
I will not let Mr. Griffin beat me.
He may not beat you, but he almost made you cry today.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Sorry, man.
It's basketball season, man. You're going to hurt the star player.
And the only reason you're playing is 'cause I passed your finals for you last year.
Are you going to hold that over my head forever or what?
- Shoot him! - There he is. I got him!
Hey, we're going to a movie later. You want to come?
Oh, no. Maya's coming over tonight. Thanks, though.
[Rock]
I mean, Candace has her supporters, sure...
but most people just start to zone when she starts talking anyway.
So you've got it locked.
Please shoot me if I can't beat that brain by a landslide.
My dad will if you don't.
Grabbing the pajama queen at the dance was so brilliant.
That's all anybody was talking about for a week.
Yeah, but that was last week. What about this week?
Right. I need something to keep my name on the tip of their tongues.
Oh, you worry too much. You're in.
- I don't worry. - He prepares.
You know, parties are all the same, according to my stepbrother...
who was supposedly somewhat popular at his old school.
- Was he really? - Mm, no.
But... But I think they're like a '90s knockoff of Animal House.
You know, you get drunk, you get loud, you get stupid.
- Probably. - Uh-huh.
But just think about it. Wouldn't you just love to get invited and see for ourselves?
See, that's the thing. You don't get invited to this stuff.
- You just show up. - I know.
We could... show up, like, tonight at Mark's.
- No! No way! - Well, yes.
- Mm-mm. - Okay.
If they wanted us to show up, they would have said something...
or they would have told us where, you know what I mean?
So? We've got our own party right here.
- Absolutely. - Uh-huh.
Me, you and the popcorn.
Hey, you guys leaving? Drive safely.
I just flashed on the idea of the century.
- What's up? - Sometimes I even amaze myself.
Remember last year when the seniors kidnapped Dolly Luna?
- What'd they do to her? - They took her to this honky-tonk cowboy place...
- and they thought she'd freak out. - Oh, I remember.
She ended up doing the two-step till dawn.
- That was funny. - Any moron can kidnap Luna-toons.
Let's get Griffin.
A couple days before election, if we do it right...
all of Crichton High will bow down in awe.
- Do what right? - Humiliate him.
I love it. We could dress him up in a toga...
and make him do Shakespeare in pig latin.
- That's very creative, Tori. - Thank you.
As you can see, the possibilities are endless.
- You are damaged, bro. - He would get us all expelled for sure.
Not if we make a video for insurance. He tries for payback, we run tape.
- Yeah, like he'd care, Mark. - That's where you're wrong.
He's a proud man, Tor. It's his fatal flaw.
- It's not worth the risk, man. - It's worth thinking about.
Count me out. I'm not into it.
Meter's running, Mr. Ruggles. Did you do your assignment or not?
Yes, yes, I have it right here.
Julius Caesar. It's act one, scene two.
[Whispers] Here, Dave.
He's not that cute, Miss McConnell.
What are you grinning at, Ruggles? You're scoring a zero with me...
and the beauteous Miss McConnell.
No, but I did the homework. I just forgot my book.
You're a senior. Remembering your book...
should rank right up there with bringing your pizza money.
Yeah, but...
Your papers make it abundantly clear...
that you don't have an original thought in your head.
You're a human copy machine...
duplicating the ideas and thoughts of the nearest reproducing mammal.
Now, I accept the fact that you have no individuality...
but is it too much to ask for you to bring your own book?
Julius Caesar speaks to Calpurnia. "Calpurnia,"he shouts.
- [Whistle Blows] - Okay, bring it in. Huddle up. All right, good practice.
Tell me that part about not getting caught.
I feel your pain.
He's not going to see who we are, for starters.
We'll take some chloroform from Luna's bio room and put him under from behind.
- Where? - Parking lot.
Late Wednesday after everyone but Griffin's gone.
He's so anal, he's always the last to leave.
- What if he isn't? - We abort, but I like our odds.
Now, the guy's a creature ofhabit, right?
A regular robot. That's why we need a decoy.
Someone to slow him down for 20 minutes to make sure the coast is clear.
Somebody he'd break routine to talk to.
Somebody he likes. Somebody not like us.
Why do I think "somebody" has a name?
Could our lucky winner be Susan McConnell?
She is definitely not one of us.
That's where you're wrong. As of today, she's been chosen.
- Anointed by the gods. - Please, get over yourself.
Actually, Dave, you're the god for this job.
What? Yeah, right. Why me?
She loves you, man.
- James Dean marathon. - Why do we always have to seeJames Dean?
- Because he's a classic. - Oh, I don't know.
Hi. Listen, uh...
that was pretty cool what you did yesterday.
The book?
The book. Um, forget it.
Look, I don't know if you have plans tomorrow...
but some of us are going to go rock climbing.
You want to come?
Never mind. That's okay.
Yes.
Yeah. That would be really good.
Okay. Cool.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, brother.
Now I know the true meaning of the word "desperate."
What?
Are you totally without pride?
Can't you see he's trying to infiltrate my campaign?
- What grade are you in, Candace? - No. It's not totally impossible.
Remember in The Net how that creepy blond guy...
pretended he liked Sandra Bullock when he just wanted to use her and kill her?
Thank you for the words of encouragement.
On the other hand, he could like you.
So have you thought about what you're going to wear?
I don't know. It's rock climbing. Indoor rock climbing.
- I guess a little black dress is out? - Yes.
[Laughs] God, I wish I knew what was in.
How could you? Hasn't it been a year since you've been on a date?
- Since Tom dumped you? - Tom did not dump her, Nicholas.
- It was a mutual parting of the ways. - I have completely forgotten about him.
- I don't understand why you haven't. - Oh, we're just interested.
I can't wait to meet David.
- [Man] Hello! - Hi.
You're going to have to wait because we're going straight after school.
- Going where? - Susan has a date tomorrow.
Mom, nobody uses that word anymore, okay?
Rock climbing, Dad.
Are you seriously going to let her do something that dangerous?
I'm sure Susan will exercise good judgment, Nicholas.
- [Screams] - Whoa!
You're okay. You're okay. Don't worry.
It's okay. These things can hold you.
Here, give me your hand. I got you.
Reach out, give me your hand. All right, let's go.
- [Yelps] Okay. - Put your right foot there.
She's not hopeless.
- With a little help from her friends. - What friends?
You, Tori. Nobody does it like you.
I can help too. I'm pretty good at befriending strays.
- That's my girl. - No, that's my girl.
Race you to the top.
Yeah. Whoo! That was fun, boy.
- You were great for the first time. - Oh, I wasn't that great.
Thanks.
- My brother would love this. - Hey, let's go get some drinks.
- You just have one brother? - Yeah.
I'm an only child. Mark's like my brother.
- You guys seem so different. - Nah, we're really tight.
- Two juices, please. - I don't know.
- He's so out there, and you're so... - So what?
Not Mark.
Well, he says what I'm thinking. You know, like, reads people.
He knows what they want.
- Thanks. There you go. - What do you want?
What do you mean? Out of life?
Yeah.
It's a toss-up between NBA stardom, rock stardom...
and computer software stardom.
I'll probably end up programming like my dad.
What about you? What do you want?
The fashion gene.
What?
You know that gene that some girls are just born with...
that tells them what to wear every day for the rest of their lives?
Well, I don't have the fashion gene...
but why don't you just take this shirt and just kind of...
- I'm not taking my shirt off. - No. I didn't mean that.
I meant why don't you just kind of lift it up to here...
and, you know, tie it in a little knot right there.
- Like this? - Yeah.
Yeah. See, that looks nice.
Let's take a seat.
- Hey. - Hey, man, what's up?
Susan, cute shirt.
- I'll take a smoothie. - Can I get a water?
[Tori] You did good for your first time.
- Did you like it? - Okay, okay.
Let's get down to business. "Operation Griffin."
Now, the school parking lot is totally empty...
except for Griffin, after 5:00.
Even the janitor's gone by 4:30.
Uh, Mark, we have company.
- What? Susan's cool. She's with us. - What?
What's going on?
- Mark, Susan never said that... - Sorry. I guess I assume too much.
We're going to kidnap Mr. Griffin.
That's a joke, right?
Senior prank, to be specific. Sound like fun?
He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, does he?
- Really? Could have fooled me. - [Chuckling]
I think we speak for the entire senior class when we say...
"Let's give Mr. Griffin a night he'll never forget."
- Thanks, but... - Well, whatever. It was real.
I'm going to go change.
- I had fun. - Yeah, me too.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Hey, you. You wanna come sit with us? - We're going to go watch the game.
"If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, I spurn thee..."
Miss McConnell, this is a tragedy, not a love story.
Julius Caesar is a powerful ruler...
not an ingenue from Days of Our Lives.
This speech is meant to be arrogant.
You are superior...
to all of these pathetic slackers around you.
But remember, the nobles are only pretending...
to buy into Caesar's colossal ego.
- They're like suck-ups. - Precisely, Miss Gunderson...
but please, raise your hand before you interject.
All right.
Miss McConnell, let's go again from "I spurn thee."
"I spurn thee like a cur out of my way."
Stop!
Stop worrying that your panty line is showing.
Give up your physical self. Focus on Shakespeare's words.
Listen to what he is trying to say.
Mr. Ruggles, Brutus.
"I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar."
Mr. Ruggles, in a moment, Brutus is going to murder his best friend.
A man he has idolized. Can you imagine how he must feel?
Don't you think the words should just have a tinge of emotion?
Kinney... Cassius.
[Clears Throat]
"Pardon, Caesar. Caesar, pardon."
Brilliant, Kinney. You can suck up with the best of them.
McConnell... Caesar.
"I could be well moved if I were as you.
"If I could pray to move, prayers would move me...
but I am constant as the Northern Star."
Have mercy, McConnell. I can't take this anymore.
You make Caesar's declaration sound like a laxative endorsement.
Sit down.
"And men are flesh and blood and apprehensive...
- [Whimpering] - Yet in the number, I do know but one."
Miss McConnell, I'm not up here for my own amusement.
This demonstration is for your benefit.
Now, if you're crying...
because this is one of the greatest tragedies ever written...
I will die a happy man.
But no, you're crying because I've embarrassed you...
in front of your beau and your so-called peers.
Well, that doesn't matter, McConnell.
That will not stand the test of time. Does anyone hear Shakespeare?
McConnell.
Is there any life anywhere...
inside of your pierced skulls?
Does anyone understand or even care what this play is about?
Someone just give me a... a glimmer of hope.
Sit down.
Very well.
This concludes our unit on Julius Caesar.
We'll start with something simpler.
My wife teaches sixth grade. I'll see what she recommends.
Oh, don't worry about it.
- He was way out of line, Suz. - Yeah.
Take it from the guy without an original thought in his head.
The dude is a total jerk.
- It's about time someone showed him how it feels. - I'm so up for it.
We're doing this for you and all the others who are too shy to stick up for themselves.
Now, we're not trying to talk you into anything.
Unless you're ready to pull the trigger. But it's got to be now. Right now.
- Okay. I'll do it. - Great.
- There you go. - All right, thanks, man.
Here you go.
- Oh, sorry. - Okay.
So, we've got basketball practice after school, and we'll be in the gym.
But all you do is go to Mr. Griffin's when he's getting ready to leave and ask to talk a minute.
But you got to keep him there till at least 5:30.
Then we'll grab him by his car in the parking lot.
- You're sure? - Yeah.
All right.
- Can I ask you a personal question? - Go ahead.
Did you ask me out to recruit me?
I mean, it's no big deal if you did because I said I'd do it and I will.
It's just... I need to know where I stand.
[Clears Throat]
I'm here because I like talking to you.
Even Susan McConnell is regressing, and she was my prize student.
I had her in the sixth grade. She was afraid of her own voice then.
She still is. That's why I had her read today...
besides the fact she can read without mouthing the words.
I don't know, l...
I just thought if maybe she pretended to be someone else...
Some people will never be anyone but themselves.
Well, someone has to push them to try, though.
Hey.
What?
I thought we had this pact not to ditch each other for any dumb guy.
It wasn't a ditch. It was more like a postponement.
Right, like like Molly Ringwald didn't ditch Jon Cryer in Pretty In Pink.
Maya, I really like him.
The question is, what's he doing with you?
Well, I was thinking that maybe he liked me.
Oh, yeah, I'm so sure.
This is a guy who dates cheerleaders prom queens, rah-rahs.
But you know what? You're right. What he really wants is you.
Yesterday you were so cool with this. What changed your mind?
The fact that he's interested in me?
You just don't even want me to be happy. You want me to be miserable with you.
Look, just remember how these things end, all right?
In the last scene, the hero is forced to realize who his true friends really are.
Why can't I be friends with everyone? Why do I have to choose?
- When did you decide to freeze me to death? - Yes, John, that's my plan.
And all those times you can't find your heart pills? You're right.
I am trying to kill you for the insurance money. Satisfied?
No. Sorry.
Can't you get it through your head I am on your side?
Just once, I would like to hear you say "Could you turn down the heater,"
instead of making a sarcastic remark?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's that plant life in my classroom.
I'm forgetting how humans communicate.
You don't mean half of what you say.
You just don't know how to say what you mean.
Your students don't know that, John.
You're hurting them more than you realize.
People don't grow and change because they feel all warm and wonderful about themselves.
They improve themselves because they're in pain.
Believe me, they will be in pain. The real world will take care of that.
It's not your job to destroy their self-esteem.
I'm challenging them to discover it. People aren't born with it.
Unless you earn it... earn it and own it...
you're doomed to keep looking for it in other people.
And it's not there, Kathy.
I think we both know that.
[Typing]
So why am I here?
You're helping me with my history paper, remember?
Oh, right. Yeah.
History, that's right. Okay. Is that what you told Tori?
Yeah.
Six remotes?
My whole life's remote.
[Chuckles]
What does this one turn on?
Me.
"Hit the Mark with Mark." He's ubiquitous.
Will my hell never end?
Lighten up, John. So he doesn't push himself to the limit.
At least he understands the material.
He's going to pull a B in my biology class.
Anyone with a Y chromosome pulls a B in your biology class.
Admit it, John.
You enjoy a good fight. It's a challenge.
The smart, tough kids are the ones that are fun to teach.
I haven't taught him anything.
He's coasting on cruise control.
Well, I hate to disillusion you, John, but so are several hundred others.
So why do you single him out?
Does he remind you of some guy who gave you a hard time in high school?
You should cancel your subscription to Soap Opera Digest.
- Checklist. - Tori and I hang out after school...
and grab all the stuff and come back at about 5:30.
- No. Exactly 5:30. There's no margin for error. - Here are my keys. Don't be late.
As soon as Griffin's knocked out, we're throwing him in my car and getting the hell out of there.
- What's your contribution? - Sheet, Julius Caesar and munchies.
Perfection. It's going to go like clockwork.
Mr. Griffin? Um...
This will only take a minute. I could come back if you want.
No. It's all right, Susan.
I assume that you're concerned as I am about the decline in your work.
Um, yeah, kind of.
I don't really know what I'm doing different.
Maybe you should think about the people that you've chosen to associate with.
And in my family... and I hate to use the buzzword...
but they were dysfunctional.
I don't use that as an excuse.
In fact, I'm almost grateful because otherwise I would've never joined the marines.
Not that I'm recommending you should join the military...
but they did teach me structure and discipline.
That's what my grandfather used to say.
I know that every generation has its problems, but high school years...
- She's right on schedule. - Put your masks on.
- Where are the girls? - They'll be here.
[Police Radio Chatter]
Hi. Is there a problem, Officer?
I mean, I know what I'm talking about.
I'm seeing some things happening around here that make me very, very unhappy.
- They're still not here. - It's okay.
Well, thank you. Bye.
Susan, wait.
You know, I push you because I see potential. I won't apologize for that.
And you shouldn't settle for anything less from anyone, ever.
You know what? Sometimes I really hate the word "potential."
Well...
you don't always get a second chance.
Trust me. You have to seize the moment.
Now.
Are you all right? You don't look well.
- Susan! - Oh, my God!
Susan, run!
Where are the girls? Where are they, Mark?
We can't wait for them. Get him in the car.
- Hurry! Hurry! - Come on, let's go!
- No! - Susan, come on.
- Hmm-mm, no. - Come on!
We can't wait for her!
- Where have you been? - Sorry. We got a little hung up.
- Hey, guys. So where's Susan? - She flaked out on us.
- I told you she would. - Surprise, surprise.
- Let the games begin. - Let's go.
I'm sorry.
Hey, you know what? Even though I really do like Dave and everything...
it was a big mistake hanging out with him.
Kind of like when Barbra Streisand realizes...
that she doesn't belong with the Redford clique...
in The Way We Were...
even though he was the man of her dreams.
Yeah, I guess.
- Hey, Mark. - Hi, ladies.
Very nice, very nice.
Hey, Jeff. For those of you just tuning in...
we're backstage with the sweethearts of Crichton High...
for Mr. Griffin's debut performance.
- In just a minute, we're gonna see... - What's happening?
Guys, he's coming to. Get him in the chair.
What do you want? No!
What do you want with me?
[Distorted] We own you, Griffin!
[Girls Giggling]
Students! Of course.
Eware-bay the ides-day of arch-may!
Who else but punk students!
Testing, testing, testing.
Uh, Griffin does Caesar, top of the third act in pig latin, lease-pay.
You have no idea how much trouble you're in!
Oh, what's the matter? Don't know your lines?
You know, some of us expected more.
Not me, though. I knew you'd choke in crunch time.
This is pathetic! Now let me go!
- Beg me, you bastard! - I will not beg you!
You know, the meter's running, Griffin. Say it.
No! Untie me!
In the form of a request, ask us.
Uh, beg us to untie you.
Do it.
[Stomps] Do it!
Now, listen, I have some pills.
Would you get them?
[Groans] Where?
In my coat pocket. [Coughs]
No pills.
Then they must be in the car. They fell out on the ground.
Please get me the pills.
[Sighs]
Please get me those pills.
All right, you guys go check it out. I'll stay with him.
- I'll go check by the car. - Let's go this way.
Okay, we're leaving now.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Nice try, but no dice.
No!
No.
[Without Distortion] How does that feel...
Kinney!
Well, I'm flattered.
I didn't realize that I'd gotten to you so much...
to make you do something so insanely self-destructive.
Self-destructive? No. I'm going to be a hero.
Everyone at school wants to see you crawl.
I'm just giving the customers what they want.
It's a bold choice, I'll give you that.
Few people would trade an Ivy League future for the men's correctional facility.
You've got guts.
Last time I checked, kidnapping and assault was a felony.
- Well, we're going to make a deal. - What kind of deal?
You stop riding me and the others too. Treat us like human beings.
Give us the respect we deserve. Swear to it on tape.
Are you giving me the respect I deserve?
Do it and we'll let you go, all right?
No, I don't think so. Sorry, no deals.
You're not in the world's best bargaining position.
I'm not bargaining.
Maybe you should rethink your position.
Maybe there's something you want more than sticking it to me.
You chose this course. You crossed the line.
- Now you can't come back. - You can always come back.
All you have to do is compromise.
I'm willing to compromise a little if you are.
Look, don't wreck our whole futures here.
- It was just a joke. - It's not a joke!
It's not a game, and it's not all right!
But you haven't heard me out yet. I can make you a really sweet deal.
No deals!
You're not exactly helping your cause here.
But... I haven't told you what's behind door number three.
Save your breath. No!
You're making a mistake. I'm trying to help you.
For once, someone is going to tell you no and mean it.
Help me! Someone!
And don't let Kinney make your deals for you.
He has no negotiating position with me.
It quit. You shouldn't have fooled around with it so much.
Very funny! Remember, Kinney, no special rules.
No extenuating circumstances!
And the rest of you, you're all guilty!
- What now, Mr. Prepared? - We threatened him with the video.
- You said that would keep him in line. - He has his pride, remember?
Just give me some time to figure this thing out.
- Where are you going? - To untie him.
That's brilliant.
Did you say you applied at Berkeley? Get used to the sound of city circuits.
- It's going to get dark. - Mr. Nighttime's our friend. We leave him here.
We got to get back for the game.
We'll come back after the game. Maybe keeping him out here will thaw him out.
- [Coughing] - What if it doesn't, Mark?
Mark, he knows who we are.
So? Have I ever been nailed for anything? Ever?
I mean, trust me. Go bring the car around.
He's in the house. It's only a couple of hours, Dave.
Yeah, okay.
[Engine Starts]
What are you doing? No!
No!
Don't leave me here!
No!
So, how did he kiss?
- I don't want to talk about it. - What, that bad?
No. That good.
Susan...
your friend Dave is here.
- We'll come down. - Okay.
Be strong. He's not worthy, no matter how good a kisser he is.
- Yeah, well... - No, Suz, really. I mean it.
- Let's go. - [Groans]
- You sure you don't want a cookie? - No, that's all right.
- Hey, Suz, what's up? - Hey.
- Maya. - Dave.
Everything go okay?
Does anything ever go according to plan?
Okay, it's bath time.
- See you later, Dave. - Later, buddy.
So, should I throw a pizza in the oven?
Thank you, but I'm not hungry. I've got a game.
Susan tells me you're on the basketball team.
That must be exciting. You have a chance at the district championship.
Okay. Does anyone want a soft drink? Maybe some water?
Mom, we're fine.
Thank you.
- Nothing bad happened, right? - What are you guys talking about?
The basketball game. We're playing a really tough team.
Listen, you want to go to the game with me?
- Susan and I are busy studying now. - Please?
I'm not going to say anything, okay? You can trust me.
I just want to talk, Susan.
All right.
- I'm going to go. I'm sorry. - Yeah, I'll go get my stuff.
- I'll call you later, Maya. - Whatever.
He's way tougher than we thought. He wouldn't beg.
- Even when we left him... - Wait. You left him?
Yeah, but we're going back after the game.
That could be 11:00. You can't leave him out there in the cold.
- We have to go back and get him. - But the game starts in an hour.
- Go to your game. I'm going to get him. - Wait. Think about this.
- What if he sees us? - I don't care. Please let go of me.
No.
I'll go with you.
Okay, come on.
- Where? - He's in here.
- Oh, my God. Where'd he go? - What are you talking about?
- We tied him up in that chair. - Then where is he?
I don't know. He's got to be here somewhere.
- Mr. Griffin! Where are you? - Come on, let's go look outside.
Oh, my God.
His car's still here.
Mr. Griffin, where are you?
Mr. Griffin, we're here to take you home!
It's Susan! Say something so that I can find you!
- Damn, where is he? - Mr. Griffin!
Mr. Griffin!
He can't be dead. He can't be dead.
He's dead, he's dead. You saw him!
- Go back and check! - No. He's dead. Come on.
- We have to go. - He just freaked.
- Listen to me. - I have to wake up.
No, it's not a dream, Susan. Susan, we have to go back.
Just calm down, okay? It's gonna be all right.
- We're going to go call an ambulance. - It's too late for that.
They can't help him now. Come on! Let's just go.
We can't leave him.
Susan, let's get back. Mark will know how to handle this.
Let's just go. Mark will know what to do.
- Oh, my God. - Come on.
We're out...
We're out to get...
Let's bring it in. Come on. Hustle in.
Okay, remember what I told you about Shoreline, all right?
They're quick and aggressive, but they overplay the passing lanes.
So, back-door cuts.
Now, when we play defense, we go 1-3-1 zone.
Jeff, you pressure the ball, okay?
Kinney, am I boring you?
No, it's just...
by the time I'm off the bench, the game will be in the bag, Coach.
With that attitude, I guarantee you'll be on the bench.
Where the hell's Ruggles?
What can I say? The guy's a slacker.
Mark.
Just lost by three points, thanks to you.
No. We got bigger problems.
Yeah, now we'll be rated third in the conference.
Listen to me! Life-and-death problems.
He was fine when we left him. Right, Tor?
Yeah. Yeah, he was.
I just remembered something.
This morning, my horoscope said, "Things take an unexpected turn."
You should be thanking me. Susan wanted to go to the cops.
A little louder, Dave. I don't think they heard you in Kansas.
- I didn't touch him. - Like I did?
You practically blew his brains out with that stupid voice-changing thing.
- That sneaky bastard's faking us out. - What?
Like we faked him. It's unbelievable.
He's pretending to be dead.
I don't know. You think so?
Oh, my God, Mark. What are we going to do?
I told you not to leave him there.
[All Talking]
We didn't touch him. It's just not possible, okay?
Hey, lady.
- What are you doing in my living room? - [Chuckles]
Let's go to bed.
Go ahead. I'm going to wait up for her.
You know, there's nothing to worry about.
The game probably went into overtime.
I know.
I know. I just, um...
I want to be here if she feels like talking.
Lately, she's been so busy with everything that...
Just like you wanted.
Mm, be careful what you wish for, huh?
Night.
Well, he sure scared us.
We have to bury him.
You mean and not tell anyone?
Will he be any less dead if we tell someone?
This was an accident, man. We can explain this.
- Get real, Mark. - Get real? An accident?
Okay, here's reality. Who do you think is gonna get nailed for this?
No. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'd never hurt anybody!
My folks are going to die. This is going to kill them for sure.
Mine are going to kill me. I can't go home now, bro.
Forget about your folks, all right?
It's the cops you should worry about. They're going to try us as adults.
- But we're minors. - So? Kidnapping is a felony.
[Sobbing]
We have to bury him.
What about his wife? She'll go crazy wondering.
People disappear all the time.
What about his car? We can't just leave it here.
We'll park the car at the airport.
We'll let the police discover it. They'll think he skipped.
The airport is two hours away, man, even this time of night.
And I'm already late as it is. My mom waits up.
All right, all right!
We'll park the car in my garage tonight.
We'll make a run to the airport tomorrow.
We cannot just stick him in the ground and act like nothing happened, okay?
We killed him!
- Suz! - Yes, we did!
No, we did not! We did not kill him!
It had to be some kind of heart attack or aneurysm or something.
People drop dead for no reason, constantly.
My dad has actuarial tables I can show you.
It wasn't our fault.
- We're not murderers. - No, we're not.
- I can't do this, you guys. - Yes, yes, you can.
I can't.
You think I want to dig a hole and throw a person in it?
This is our only chance. This is the only way.
I can count on you, can't I, Jeff?
- Jeff? - Yeah.
- Tori? - [Sobbing]
Tori?
Look, uh...
- [Sobbing Continues] - It's okay, it's okay.
Let's just do it and get it over with.
Okay, okay, come on.
Oh, God.
Dave.
Dave, you get one arm.
Ready? One, two.
Okay, let's just, uh, let's dig a hole right here.
Hole? What are we going to use, man?
- Find something. - Find some sticks.
Find something to dig with.
How deep do you think we can make this, Mark?
Dig as deep as you can...
and then we'll throw some of this wood on top and cover it up.
Okay, that's enough. Let's get out of here.
Wait.
Shouldn't we say something?
Go ahead. At least he can't grade you down for it.
God, Mark, stop it.
Love him or hate him...
nobody made an impact like Mr. Griffin.
He didn't just walk through the motions, and he didn't want us to do that either.
Not many people really understood Mr. Griffin...
and I'm not sure I did either...
but I think what he wanted was for us to feel something...
connect with the world...
not just wander through it...
consuming.
He felt a lot, I think.
And I'm going to feel his absence for a very long time.
Rest in peace.
Excuse me. My husband is missing.
- Here. - Backpack, sweetie pie.
Right.
Hey, watch it, Sleeping Beauty.
Someone must have had fun last night.
Did you go out for food or coffee after?
We used to do that when I was in high school.
Yeah.
Ooh, three points. That's a hard loss to take.
- What? - The game.
I have to go.
- What about the video? - I taped over it. We're home free.
[Man On P.A.] Susan McConnell, please report to the administration office.
- What's that all about? - How should I know?
Did you tell Susan Griffin asked for his pills?
No.
Don't.
Suz? Suz, you okay?
Don't freak. This is strictly routine.
You were the last person who saw him alive.
- I can't do this. I'm gonna blow it. - No, you won't. No, you won't.
Susan, listen.
- Really, I just saw him yesterday. - Mm-hmm.
When Mrs. Griffin arrives, have her wait in Harold's office, okay?
Susan, there's a Detective Pruitt here. She wants to ask you a few questions.
Now, understand you do not have to answer.
- No, I want to help. - All right.
Detective Pruitt, Susan McConnell.
- Miss McConnell. - Hi.
Have a seat.
I understand you had a conference with Mr. Griffin yesterday.
- Um, yeah. - What time did it end?
Um, about a quarter to 5:00.
And how did Mr. Griffin seem?
- How did he seem? - Was he irritable?
In a good mood? Maybe depressed? What?
He seemed okay.
He told me to seize the moment...
and to realize my potential, and then I left.
And he stayed?
No. He left too.
- And you saw him leave? - Yes.
I went to my locker, and then when I was leaving...
I saw him pull away with his wife.
His wife?
Yeah, Mrs. Griffin.
I had her in sixth grade for English.
Although her hair was brunette then.
I mean, I thought that it was her.
Susan McConnell?
Hi, Mrs. Griffin.
Miss McConnell, is this the woman you saw Mr. Griffin leave with?
Um, no, I don't think so.
But it was like a hundred yards away.
[Pruitt] Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Why are you lying, Susan?
I didn't get a very good look.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Griffin.
Can I go now?
So, I've kind of enjoyed getting to know this Stepford Susan...
but when's the real one coming back?
I have a lot on my mind.
We used to tell each other everything.
Nothing to tell.
I just... I'm worried about Mr. Griffin, of course, like everybody else.
Susan, why would you lie to his wife?
I didn't.
Come on, Susan.
You couldn't even look her straight in the eyes.
You reminded me of William Hurt in Body Heat...
when Ted Danson's asking him all these questions...
and he acts like he doesn't know what he's talking about.
Look, if you know what happened to Mr. Griffin...
you better go to the police right this minute.
Forget about Dave and all the others.
They can take their damn chances.
[Chuckles] You've been watching too many movies.
I had nothing to do with it.
Good morning. You want to have a seat, please?
Thank you. Have a seat. I'm Mr. Everett.
I'll be taking over Mr. Griffin's classes until he gets back.
- No. - Come on, Bree.
- Ask your girlfriend. - You're more artistic.
Now, I understand that you just finished reading Julius Caesar.
Bree...
Leave me alone, Mark. You don't care about me.
- I care. - What if something goes wrong?
Handwriting is just like fingerprints, and I'm the one that'll get busted.
No one's gonna get busted. It's a three-line note.
I'd do it myself, but it's got to look female.
- Tori qualifies, last time I checked. - We can compose it together tonight.
- Our little secret. - You're with her.
Only until the semester grades come in and you break up with Jeff.
That can be arranged.
Now we have to wait until the timing's right...
put our personal needs on hold...
keep the group together because if Jeff goes ballistic and loses control...
we'll all go down.
- I want you to lose control of me. - Yeah?
Then prove how far you'll go for me.
Write the note.
Mrs. Griffin was one of my favorite teachers...
and I can't believe I lied to her today.
I stood there and tried to make her think that her husband was cheating on her.
I know. It sucks.
And then I look at my best friend straight in the eyes...
and I lie to her too.
Well, I don't feel good about this either.
You know, I really hate the person I'm becoming.
It's not your fault, Susan.
You're doing this for the good of the group.
The good? I don't think any good can come from this.
We just got to appear to do what we normally do.
I say we get rid of Griffin's car tonight.
- The sooner, the better. - You think I want it in my garage?
I'm just as stressed as you, but now is not the time.
Well, we got to do something. They got every cop looking for him.
My parents get back first thing Monday morning.
Now, 3:00 a.m. Sunday morning, we drive.
- Until then... - What?
- Nothing's changed. - All right.
[Mr. Griffin] Where am I?
- No! No! - [Phone Rings]
What do you want?
Hello?
Hello? Is that all you can say? "Hello"?
Don't you mean, "Hello, all-star"? "Hello, salesman of the year"?
You're talking to the guy that made it all happen, Markie.
- Great, Dad. - It was awesome.
I wish you'd been there. These guys were ready to lick my boots for luck!
[Laughs] Give me the phone.
Your mother wants to talk to you for a minute.
Hi, honey. Your dad was incredible.
- You would have been so proud of him. - Incredible!
Hold on a minute. He wants to talk to you.
- Mark, you know what I told them? - Mm-hmm?
I said I know you guys all think that I am "the man," but I am not the man.
My son is the man.
A week from today, he's going to be student body president...
and my boy has got the world by its tail.
It's bad luck to brag until you close the deal, Dad.
What? No, no, no.
"Talk the talk, walk the walk." Isn't that what I always told you?
[Stereo] At first I was afraid I was petrified
You told me a lot of things, Dad.
Tell him I love him. L... I love you.
- Hold on. - So when's this election again?
We all want to be there.
It's tomorrow, but don't hurry back.
You deserve this. Celebrate. Have fun.
- Don't worry. - [Laughs]
There's a call coming in. Bye, Dad.
I should've changed my lock I would've made you leave your key
If I'd have known forjust one second
You'd be back to bother me
Oh, now go walk out the door
Just turn around now You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble
Susan McConnell, please report to the administration office.
I will survive, yeah
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live I got all my love to give
I will survive I will survive
Yeah, yeah
[Panting]
With the early morning discovery ofJohn Griffin's body...
buried here at Unity Lake...
the sheriff's department is now classifying the case as a homicide.
Crichton police are dragging Unity Lake...
in an effort to find John Griffin's vehicle.
At present, there are no suspects...
although police have a witness who says they saw the car in question...
heading up to the lake on Wednesday.
- Thank you, Paula, for that report. - Oh, God, oh!
[Sobbing]
Oh, God.
Why? We're never going to get away with this, Mark!
- Yes, we will. - Tori's right. Somebody saw us.
No one saw us. It's just some wannabe trying to make the papers.
- What are we going to do with the car? - We can't just make a car disappear.
- Yes, we can. - What?
They'll be done dragging the lake tomorrow, okay?
Instead of the airport, we'll park Griffin's car at the bottom of the lake.
They're not going to dredge the lake twice, right?
Right?
Yeah.
As you all know by now, we've lost one of our finest teachers... John Griffin.
We will observe a moment of silence before we begin campaign speeches.
What are we going to do now that they know?
Stick to your story.
Man, that hole was not deep enough.
- Whose fault was that? - You guys, shh!
[Mr. Bontley Clears Throat] Counseling is available all day...
for those students who need help dealing with their grief.
Mr. Griffin was a dedicated teacher who believed in the process of education.
So we must continue about our business, I suppose, difficult as it is.
Let me introduce our first candidate for student body president, Mark Kinney.
[Applause]
Um...
I want to be your student body president because I get you.
I know what you want, and I can get us there.
Believe me, l...
I was going to tell a joke here, but...
it all seems pretty shallow right now.
I can't help asking myself...
"What would Mr. Griffin say...
if he were standing up here with one final chance to talk to all of you?
Love him or hate him, nobody made an impact like Mr. Griffin.
Not many people understood Mr. Griffin.
I'm not even sure I did, really.
But I think he wanted us to feel something.
Connect with the world...
not just wander through it, consume it.
Right or wrong, Mr. Griffin was passionate...
about everything...
And, uh...
I'm going to feel his absence for a long, long time.
I'd give anything to stand up here today...
and thank Mr. Griffin for all he gave me.
I'll never, ever forget him.
[Applause]
[Cheering]
Police were at the clinic today.
- Honey, your dinner's in the oven. - I'm not hungry.
They were there to interview Dr. Walker.
Apparently, he had been treating Mr. Griffin for years... heart condition.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
They suspect that's what killed him.
They won't know for sure until they finish the autopsy.
But the police couldn't find his medication anywhere...
and his wife swears he never went anywhere without it.
- Are you talking about Mr. Griffin? - Mm-hmm.
He needed to take heart medication at regular intervals...
to prevent arrhythmia.
- Someone took his pills away. - Nobody would do that on purpose.
I wish I could agree with you, but someone sick enough...
to tie him up and blindfold a defenseless guy like Mr. Griffin...
- is capable of anything. - No.
Hi. Is Dave there? Do you know when he'll be back?
Okay. Thank you.
I'm sorry, honey. Did I upset you?
Um, no. I'm not upset.
There's a lot going on in your life right now...
a new relationship, losing a teacher.
It's pretty emotional stuff.
Yeah. It's pretty confusing.
You want to talk about it?
Not yet.
Everything seems pretty overwhelming at your age.
Believe me, I remember.
The highs are higher, and the lows are lower.
But you're going to be all right.
We love you, and we're here for you.
- Dad? - Mm-hmm.
- I have to go. - Where?
Dave's basketball practice.
[Coach] We're going to run the three-man weave.
I don't want to see the ball hit the ground. Now, let's go.
Come on, concentrate. Let's go!
- What's up? - Did Mr. Griffin ask for any pills?
- Why? What's the difference? - Why didn't you give them to him?
- Couldn't find them. - I don't believe you.
His wife said that he never goes anywhere without them.
- We left in a hurry, if you remember. - That does not answer my question.
We looked everywhere, Susan. They weren't there.
- Why didn't you tell me earlier? - I don't know. Mark said not to.
- You do everything he tells you to do? - What difference would it have made?
- He might still be alive! - Shh!
Don't tell me to shut up! I am not going to shut up, not anymore!
- Are you in or out? - Yeah, Coach.
We'll talk about this after practice.
- [Whistle Blows] - Let's go.
Trouble in paradise?
Thanks to you. Why didn't you tell me about the pills?
- Huh? - I should have. You're right.
I didn't want to freak you out. I knew you felt pretty bad as it was.
I was feeling pretty bad. I am totally losing it, okay?
Me too. What?
You don't think I have feelings?
I don't feel responsible? It's killing me.
The others, they're scared.
They'll never want to go to the cops.
Dave will come around.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
What aboutJeff and Tori and Bree?
- They only see the short run of it. - I know I could convince them.
Yeah. Maybe we could convince them together.
I mean, if we present itjust right.
They're coming over to my house tonight to move the car.
If you got there a little early, we could strategize.
Okay.
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
[Mark On TV] You're not in the world's best bargaining position.
[Mr. Griffin] I'm not bargaining.
[Mark] Maybe you should rethink your position.
Maybe there's something you want more than sticking it to me.
[Mr. Griffin] You chose this course. You crossed the line.
- Now you can't come back. - You can always come back.
All you have to do is compromise. I'm willing to compromise if you are.
[Doorbell Ringing]
Don't wreck our whole futures here.
Figures you're early.
Have you ever gotten a tardy in your life?
Yeah. I got a couple, maybe.
- The others are coming, right? - Yeah. Yeah.
I completely agree with what you want to do here.
But I can't get the last thing Griffin said to you off my mind.
He told me to run.
Yeah. That too.
But he said, "Seize the moment.
Realize your potential."
- Something like that, right? - Mm-hmm.
It's obvious he cared a lot about you.
You think he wanted you...
or us, for that matter...
to realize our potential in jail?
It's not like we meant for this to happen.
It was a prank...
and a stupid, awful accident.
But what if the cops don't see it that way?
Would he have wanted us to waste our whole lives...
waste everything he taught us...
because of one dumb mistake?
[Doorbell Rings]
- Can you wait back there for a second? - Why?
Well, if that's Tori... she's been real paranoid lately...
and if she thinks I asked you to come here early...
I'll get her in the den, you sneak out and come back in with Dave.
Did you ever think about telling the truth?
- Please? - Oh, my God.
[Doorbell Rings]
- You're early. - I'm so scared.
Mark, I just... I need you to hold me for a little while.
Just tell me that everything's going to turn out all right.
Okay, I can handle it, Tori.
Um, why don't we go in the den?
[Tori] Why don't we go in the bedroom?
- Everyone's gonna be here in a minute. - It never stopped you before.
It's not okay, and you're not going to get away with it this time.
[Mark] You're not in the world's best bargaining position.
- I'm not bargaining. - You should rethink your position.
Maybe there's something you want more than sticking it to me.
You haven't heard me out yet.
- I can make you a really sweet deal. - No deal.
You have chosen this course.
You've crossed the line, and you can't come back.
- Come on, let's go. - We can't.
- Why? What's wrong with you? - What's wrong with me? Nothing.
[Mark] You're not exactly helping your cause here.
Save your breath.
But you haven't seen what's behind door number three.
What's wrong with you? You're acting like you don't trust me.
Just because I want to go in your bedroom for a little while?
Tori!
- I'm dealing with a lot of things here. - Are you trying to hide something?
No!
See, I told you. When are you going to learn to trust me?
I'm sorry. God, Mark, I want to. I'm sorry.
I want to feel safe again, but I don't think I will.
I really think someone's going to figure this out, Mark.
No, they won't. I've got everything under control, okay?
Now, the guys are going to be here any minute, so go downstairs.
- I'll be there. - All right.
You know, I'm good at reading people, usually a couple moves ahead.
I know what they're thinking, and I can figure out what they really want.
You know something, McConnell? You surprised me.
Oh, I'm so honored.
Then why'd you hook up with us in the first place?
Were you really that hot for Dave?
Well, he's going to lose everything...
if you don't give me back that camcorder.
Mark!
- Drive. Drive! - Where?
[Mark] The lake!
Mark! Susan! Mark!
Wait! Wait! Wait for me!
Jeff, Bree, Dave, you guys!
Hurry.
Hurry, you guys. We gotta go. They left just a second ago.
- Who? - Susan and Mark. To the lake.
We got to go! Hurry!
- You won't get away with this. - No, I think I will, actually.
- Nobody's stopped me so far. - You know what, Mark?
One of these days, someone's going to say no to you and mean it.
That's what Mr. Griffin said. But, of course, you knew that.
Here's a tip. Don't take advice from victims.
Listen to survivors.
Pull over here at the boathouse.
Jeff!
He killed him! It's right here on tape!
- What are you talking about? - Susan, are you okay?
Mark! He had Griffin's pills. He just didn't give it to him.
Mark would never do that, Susan.
He would never do that.
- No, Mark would never... - He would never do that.
Mark, what are you doing with a gun?
She's twisting things to make me look like the bad guy.
You killed him! It's right here on tape, Mark!
- You're so full of it! - What, you gonna kill your friends now?
You're not my friend.
[Mr. Griffin] No deal!
[Mark] You're not exactly helping your cause here.
I did it for us.
I didn't have a choice.
It was Mr. Griffin's fault.
- [Gunshot] - Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Jeff!
Get in the car, Mark!
You're not going to shoot me.
No, but I will.
Get in the car.
Get in the car!
Do it. Do it. Go ahead.
I was just trying to keep you guys out of trouble.
For one damn minute, stop lying, Mark.
What, you think I wanted it this way?
Stop lying to yourself, man!
This wasn't about us. It was about you...
playing games.
You lost.
There's got to be a way...
to turn this around.
There is.
[Susan] The truth is, what I did was wrong...
and I should have said no...
'cause it never would have happened without me.
But...
I just wanted them...
him...
I just wanted them to like me.
So I just kept telling myself that nothing bad would happen.
But you can't negotiate good and bad...
or right and wrong.
It's just one or the other.
[Man] Thank you, Susan. You can go for now.
Go where? Hmm?
The only place that I want to go is back...
before any of this happened...
and I know that I can't.
Mr. Griffin was right.
There are consequences.
[Thunder Rumbling]
[Janet] Was there something we should have said or done?
Something we didn't teach her?
[Vince] I wish I could tell her everything would be okay.
It's just not that simple.
She's not my little girl anymore.