( Ominous music playing )
( Radio playing ) ♪ I think you're smart ♪
♪ you sweet thing ♪
♪ tell me your name ♪
♪ I'm dyin' here ♪
♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪
♪ got you where I want you ♪
♪ oh, yeah... ♪
What is your deal?
I got a big game on Friday.
I mean, look, it's no good.
I need my fluids.
( Sighs ) Your fluids?
Yeah.
Hey, Mary Jo, I'm curious.
Why would you do something like that?
Why not?
It's self-mutilation, really.
Self-mutilate this, fluid boy.
♪ Well, I think you're smart ♪
- ( Fly unzips ) - ♪ you sweet thing... ♪
Good find, girl.
- ( Whines ) - Yeah, good find.
- ( Music playing ) - Who's that?
Oh, shit, no.
♪ ...you sweet thing ♪
( Moaning )
♪ Tell me your name ♪
♪ I'm dyin' here ♪
♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪
( Voices whispering )
♪ Got you where I want you ♪
( Neck snaps )
♪ Yeah, I got you where I want you. ♪
Slut.
- ( Body hits floor ) - ( Zips fly )
Hey, Andy.
You wanna step out for a minute, Andy?
You know, you kids shouldn't be out past curfew.
Andy Effkin.
The toast with the most.
So, you like our chances against Knight's Ridge on Friday?
Andy: We should do fine.
Whoo. Thrown for a loss.
How's that arm of yours? Okay for the game?
- Andy: It's good. - Policeman: That offensive line up to par?
Officer Kramer: Son of a bitch!
- Hey! Andy! - Huh?
- ( Groans ) - Fuck!
Easy, eff. Easy, buddy.
I need my fluids.
Officer Cox: Give me the gun.
Get outta here, eff. Now.
( Whispers ) What the fuck--
you gotta be shittin' me.
That's Mary Jo.
Hey, Clarice, it's Coxy.
We got a wet one out here on the bluff.
( Dog barks )
( Ferry horn blows )
Hey.
I can't wait, Steve.
I just can't wait.
To do what?
To see my new room,
my new school, my new everything.
Yeah. New everything.
It's gonna be awesome, Steve.
It's gonna be better.
Way better.
Come on.
( Ship horn blows )
Woman: Honey, get back here!
( Engine starts )
Looks like you're movin' to Cradle Bay.
- We sure are. - Sure you're gonna like it here.
You'll never wanna leave.
- Have a good one. - You hear that?
( Rock music playing )
( Toy alien groans )
( Footsteps approaching )
Hey, you. I thought you were gonna help me.
- Huh? - I'm coming.
- Come on. - ( Toy alien groans )
Fridge. Thank you.
You all right?
Yeah. Just, uh...
Trying to put some of this stuff away.
- Nervous? - About what?
- First day at school. - Nah.
( Chuckles )
Dad?
- What are you doing, dipshit? - Don't worry about snakes in the garden
when you got spiders in your bed.
( Panting )
( Metal music playing )
"And I had been so innocent and little there,
and all beyond was so unknown and great."
Very good, Trent.
To wit-- when pip says this,
dickens is speaking of the joy of discovery,
of newness, of change.
Mr. Clark, perhaps you can relate.
Mr. Clark is new to us from Chicago.
Do they read dickens in Chicago?
( Door opens )
Dickie Atkinson.
Welcome!
Tell us why you're late.
- Trouble with the camshaft? - Like you know what one is.
Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the carburetor this morning.
- Peckerhead. - ( Students laugh )
What is, if I may be so forthright
in displaying my ignorance, a peckerhead?
What you laughin' at, Whalen?
Nothing, Richard.
I was just thinking how ignorance kills.
- What does that mean? - Exactly.
You ass-kissing little fuck!
Professor: Boys boys boys!
Dickie! Dickie!
Perhaps, Mr. Atkinson,
yet another little sojourn to the principal will serve you well.
Wanna know what a peckerhead is? That's a peckerhead.
Thank you for the clarification.
Please send Principal Weathers our hosannas!
- ( Door slams ) - ( Students murmuring )
Professor: "Youth is wholly experimental."
Robert Louis Stevenson.
♪ It's so hard ♪
♪ it's so hard to say I lied to you... ♪
Girl: Ow!
♪ ...when there's no room to breathe ♪
♪ I just stay alive ♪
♪ we stay alive ♪
♪ every little thing counts ♪
♪ that's right, every little thing counts ♪
♪ every little thing counts ♪
♪ every little thing counts. ♪
These seat's taken here?
No. Go ahead.
Hi, I'm Gavin. This is U.V.
I'm Steve.
Munchies.
U.V. here had some primo weed.
We smoked a fatty during gym.
Check him out. He looks almost tan, don't he?
Hello, Lorna.
- How are you today, my dear? - Drop dead.
- Contact. - Who's that?
That, my boy, is Lorna "love-itis" longley,
fire of my loins,
purveyor of my every masturbatory fantasy.
( Snarls )
The entire female gender is separated into two groups.
Lorna comprises one group.
All of womankind comprises the other.
- You ever take her out? - ( Chuckles )
Alas, Lorna is largely untouchable
for someone of my social standing.
What do you mean?
It's a class system, man, at c.B. High, Stevie boy.
Check it out.
There you got your motorheads. Car jocks.
All the world's a gasket and a lube job and a pack of Luckys.
Music of choice-- posi-traction overdrive, classic rock,
Skynyrd, the Allmans, Bruce.
Drug of choice-- beer, Miller genuine draft.
Keggers can't be choosers.
Freaks who fix leaks.
Ah, and over here you have your microgeeks.
Nerds, whiz kids, and various other bottom-feeders.
Music of choice-- the sound of an Apple P.C. being booted up.
Drug of choice: Steven Hawking's "A Brief History of Time"
and a cup of Jasmine tea on Saturday night.
Freaks that go squeak.
Over there you have your skaters--
rippin', ragin' kids and their ramp tramps,
baggy pants, Dickie wools,
doing 50-50 grinds with an Ollie grab finish
on a homemade half-pipe in the woods.
Music of choice: the whack of a hacky sack.
Drug of choice: ecstasy.
E-tab, baby. Longer lovin' through science.
Freaks in sneaks.
Here's where it gets really nasty.
Lorna runs with that group over there. Blue ribbons.
- What's that? - It's a community group.
Good kids. Have bake sales, car washes.
- Kiss a lot of adult sphincter. - Blue robots.
Hear hear.
Those three guys, Cradle Bay's answer
to Manson, McVeigh and O.J.
Trent Whalen, Andy Effkin, Robby Stewart.
Hey, I bet you didn't know that toast came in three flavors.
This group's music of choice--
the hum of perfection, the buzz of ambition.
Drug of choice: life, the pursuit of clean living...
At the expense of all who sniffle at the hem of their gowns.
Freaks so chic.
Then you got kids like me and U.V. here.
Lames who like our metal heavy, our Marlboros light.
Music of choice--
( both ) Harvester of sorrow, language of the mad.
Drug of choice--
- what do ya got? - Freaks all week.
( Bell rings )
That's it. Lesson over.
Class dismembered.
Welcome to Cradle Bay High, Stevie boy.
Welcome to my nightmare.
Student: Yo, wait up!
( Tires screeching )
- Why can't we help you with your math, Johnnie? - Charlie: Just leave me alone.
Hello.
Hey.
"Phlegm."
Phlegm.
P-h-l-e-m-g-h.
- Phlegm. ( Imitates buzzer ) Wrong.
Let me see that.
Mother: What are you two girls doing?
- We're having a spelling bee against Hessel Junior High. - Oh.
My brother Allen was the best speller.
- I thought your name was Steve. - It is.
- Um, Allen's my brother who died. - Shannon: Oh.
I have a grandfather who died.
Why don't we change the subject?
- Pass your plate. - Why?
- You know why. - Nathan.
Tell me, Shannon, do you get yelled at
- if you talk about your dead grandfather? - Steve!
'Cause around here, people go crazy if you talk about a dead brother.
( Car stereo playing ) ♪ they'll be sorry when you're gone-- ♪
- ( Engine turns off ) - ( Music stops )
Hello?
Hello!
I'm here for the mustang parts.
What the fuck?
What are you doing here, man?
The troops shall set you free.
What do you guys want?
Sweet Dickie, we want you.
Man: We've got it for you, Richard.
We've got all the winning numbers.
♪ Kill me, father, for I do not understand ♪
Richard: What are you doing, man? Fuck, man! Fuck!
Man: Come forward, Dickie!
We like to welcome all new students, Steven.
Standard procedure.
And as soon as Dr. Caldicott arrives,
- we can begin. - Dr. Caldicott?
He's the resident faculty fellow.
Outstanding educator. He's been with us, what,
- almost two years now? - Mm-hmm.
Works with the students in a counseling capacity.
I think you'll like him.
I'm sorry I'm late. Hi. Edgar Caldicott.
It's nice to finally meet you.
- Everything okay? - Fine.
Woman: Have you given any thought
to extracurricular activities or sports?
- Not really. - There's the blue ribbons.
The blue ribbons?
Yeah, they help each other study and practice.
It's a team effort.
It's a motivational workshop, really.
The blue ribboners have truly been making the grade,
and they're doing wonderful things on the playing field.
Principal Weathers: Steven.
All of us here are aware of the tragedy
back in Chicago.
- If there's anything we can do-- - I said everything is fine.
Caldicott: Steven...
We know how tough it can be. So whether or not
you want to be involved with the school,
we want to be involved with you.
- That's really all the meeting's about, okay? - Okay.
So go make some new friends.
( Rock music playing )
♪ I am young ♪
♪ but a fool ♪
♪ I am stupid ♪
♪ but I'm cool ♪
♪ I am kind ♪
♪ but I'm weak... ♪
You like that?
What is it?
Gavin: It's bona fide jitterbug.
It's my buddy Rachel.
Cook's Ridge trash.
I mean, she's a great chick. don't get me wrong.
But she's Cook's Ridge trash. Come on.
Hey, there, dancing queen.
Rachel, this is Stevie boy. Good man.
Stevie boy, this is Rachel, Cook's Ridge trash.
Bite me. Hey.
Hey.
Wow. Appropriate sparks are flying.
Somebody cue the power ballad.
Fail to be a tumor, Gavin.
What do you say we cruise town,
chase a case,
hit the bluff and drink some beer?
You know, consecrate Stevie boy's arrival
to this new and pathetic tank town.
You down?
- Sounds razor. - Stevie boy?
Sure.
♪ ...I just can't hide. ♪
Excuse me, sir, I'm wondering
- if you can help me out. - What?
I'm trying to buy some beer,
and I have the money and everything. I'm just, um--
what can I tell you? Get off my case, kid, okay?
You know, the problem with America
is mankind's abject unwillingness
to contribute to the delinquency of minors.
That was, like, the 10th guy.
- Hey, Rachel. - Chug.
- What are you doing? - Chasing. Nobody's willing.
Yeah?
Hello, Charles. Cycle any anabolic goodies lately?
( Laughs )
- You're funny, strick. - Thanks.
- I'm here all week. - Anyways, Rachel,
there's a couple of us guys going to the yogurt shoppe, if you wanna come by.
The yogurt shoppe? Yeah.
Are you gonna make an active culture joke here, Stevie boy,
or should I handle this one?
- See you later, Rachel. - Bye.
Ow!
What?
What? You're actually flattered that that barn door has a thing for you?
- Bullshit. - Right.
There's for the syrup.
Is that the right one for the orange juice?
I don't know what I did with the one for the deodorant.
It was here somewhere.
Hey, man, what's a hooker say
- after 12 hours on the job? - What?
Man!
Clean up on aisle four.
( Distorted voices murmuring )
Oops. Sorry.
( Growling )
( Screams )
- ( Yelling ) - ( Glass shatters )
( Objects clattering )
( Yelling )
Chug!
Easy, easy.
Fuck! You blue ribbon shithead!
- ( Growling ) - Oh!
( Screaming )
Hey, Chug.
What was that all about?
Toxic jock syndrome.
- You'll be fine, son. - Where's my shake?
So, what the hell would make a kid freak out like that?
It's gotta be a steroid thing.
All those jockos are into it.
Kelly Connor said she saw Andy Effkin bite the head off a kitten
in a fit of rage.
- No way. - I'm serious.
I think it's bullshit, though.
No, it is not bullshit. And it's not steroids.
- Here we go. - What?
Gavin thinks some sinister force
- is taking over the Cradle Bay meatheads. - No, you know what it is.
You know.
- A sinister force? - Rachel: You know, evil.
Nowhere to turn. No one to trust. Altogether ookie.
Fail to be a bimmy bitch, Rachel.
Fail to be a pucker-ass, Gav.
- What? - Nothing.
( Engine starts )
( Ringing )
Andy killed her.
Everyone's saying she ran away.
I saw her dead body, but I can't prove it.
God, those fuckers!
Why didn't you go to the police?
Cox was there, man.
The cop, he didn't do shit.
Fuck, nobody listens to me.
The cancer corner.
Best place in the school by far to sneak a smoke.
( Grunts )
What are you shitbirds doing down here?
- Relax, Mr. Newberry. - You ain't supposed to be down here.
Relax, this is my friend, Steve. He's new to the bay.
New to the bay.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
( Grunts )
Rattus. Rattus.
A-ha. Excreta.
Drag marks.
Drag marks of a rat's tail.
What is it you got there?
It's an "e-rat-icator."
Sounds are supposed to scare the rats away.
( High-pitched squealing )
You hear that?
Yeah.
Scary, ain't it?
Piece of crap.
Doesn't work worth spit.
A dollar for everything that didn't work worth spit....
Mr. Newberry here
has got the full-on boo-radley-village- idiot-quasimodo thing going.
- don't you, Mr. Newb? - What?
And he's currently involved
in a war against the rodent population of Cradle Bay.
( High-pitched squealing )
Gotta fight 'em. Gotta fight 'em!
Rats from the bay.
Rats from the bay!
Incoming! You think you can run,
but you can't hide!
- ( Rock music playing ) - ( Yelling )
A day at the master races.
Check that out.
Jesus.
Is that Dickie?
- What is he doing? - U.V.: He's one of them now, bud.
He's a blue robot.
Watch and learn! Watch and learn!
What the fuck?
They're peckerheads. Now he's--
look at him. He's killing his hard-on.
Fore!
- Maybe he turned over a new leaf. - ( Smashing )
I would like to own the new leaf concession here in Cradle Bay.
Did you tell Steve about the murders?
Well, Steve is a disbeliever.
About the mysterious disappearance
of Mary Jo copeland and officer Kramer.
- Uh-huh. - This is where he accuses me of being paranoid.
Denial ain't just a river in Italy...
Bud.
Check your weed, boys.
You are beige, boy.
- See you, Rachel. - Bye.
( Cheering, yelling )
- Waitress: Here's your chocolate sundae. - ( Soft pop music playing )
Can I help you?
Steven.
- Good to see you, brother. - Hey, Trent.
- Come sit down. - Girl: Mmm, it's really good.
Steven, this is Kathy,
Andy, tom, randi,
- Hi. - Lorna, Chug--
you know Robby. And Dickie.
This is Steven. Sit down.
Steven's new to the bay from Chicago.
- So do you like it here? - Yeah, it's okay.
You had friends in Chicago?
Yeah.
You can have friends here.
♪ Have you never been mellow? ♪
♪ Have you never tried... ♪
Uh, didn't you guys get into a fight in English?
We've made peace, Steven.
That's what separates us from the animals.
- ( Door opens ) - Lorna: Uh-oh.
Dirtbag alert.
Steve. Hey, gotta talk to you, man.
Easy, slick. Steven's relaxing.
Look at this place. The yogurt shoppe.
The yogurt "shopp-e." What the fuck is a "shopp-e"?
Why don't you make like a tree and leave?
Clever girl.
Steve, what is it? We get in one argument and you go bond with these guys?
- Hello, Charles. - Hey.
What happened to you, man? Eat too much flank steak?
( Chuckles )
Let's go.
You don't have to go anywhere, brother.
I'm not your brother.
♪ ...I will work hard to understand... ♪
All right, you said you wanted to tell me something.
Here I am. What?
They're hypnotized.
- What? - Okay, maybe not hypnotized.
Brainwashed, lobotomized, programmed.
Want proof?
Here. Here's proof.
Look-- that's Robby, Randi, Trent.
They used to be my friends.
All right, well maybe they got sick of your rap. - I can relate.
I thought you would say that.
That is the purpose of tonight's excursion.
After tonight, you will strap on a hog and be a man.
Woman: Cross-pollinating efforts of the student groups has always been our goal,
and it's something that benefits everyone.
The thespian society, for example--
blue ribbon meeting. Every Monday.
This is where the shit goes down. Listen.
And by conducting the bake sale in conjunction with the pep rally,
we can be selling cakes and cookies
at a time when school spirit is at its optimum level.
- Wow, I had no idea the evil was this pervasive. - Shh.
Yeah, Jan, what's on your mind?
This may sound kind of strange, but...
Although we couldn't be more pleased with Andrew's improved studies,
he's become somewhat... Different...
Since returning from your weekend enlightenment seminar.
Different how?
He seems unkind
to almost everyone outside of the club.
- ( Murmuring ) - Caldicott: Okay, well I can understand your concern.
Let me address it.
Kids, being kids, have,
you may have noticed, a tendency to overreact.
And we've found 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.
And the feeling is pride.
They're improved.
When you soar with the eagles,
sometimes the pigeons below tend to look a little pedestrian.
- Just give it a little time. - What a dork.
Now, a new candidate has been nominated.
His parents have been counseled and consented.
So, Colleen, if you will.
- Colleen: Male, 17 years old. - Superstar.
Suspended four times last school year.
Parents feel candidate is depressed,
spending far too much time
listening to rock music and masturbating.
Candidate has a history of truancy...
Poor son of a bitch.
And a general lack of direction.
Candidate is a c-minus student,
yet has a-plus potential.
So, all in favor?
Great. February candidate confirmed.
- Training to begin A.S.A.P. - God.
- Shit! - What?
Join me in welcoming into our circle of friends Ernest and Lucille strick,
- ( applause ) - The parents of our next superstar,
Gavin strick.
So they want you to join their club.
Shine 'em on, and blow 'em off. What are they gonna do?
No, you still don't get it.
You still think this is about blood drives and bake sales.
Wait a second.
Maybe you should lay off that shit.
Maybe you should eat me.
Yeah, okay.
Look, this is huge, Steve.
- Why don't you see this? This is so fucking huge. - Gavin--
don't fucking "Gavin" me.
I'm a dead man. My parents sold me out.
You saw it. You were there.
Why don't you see this?
Look, why don't you stay over at my house tonight?
No.
I have to go home.
When I get there, if they're waiting for me, I'm gonna smoke 'em all.
You hear me? Everyone who's at my house:
Robby, Whalen, Caldicott, even my olds, man.
- Give me the gun. - No fucking way.
( Yelling ) Let me have it!
No! You're fucking losing it, Gavin.
You're gonna wind up shooting the paperboy.
- Just go home. - Give me my fucking gun.
Hey. Hey!
Good night, Gavin.
Give me my fucking gun!
don't leave me alone like this!
Hey!
Stevie boy!
I would've smoked 'em all. I would've fucking--
man, I--
( breathing heavily )
( Thunder rumbles )
Oh, fuck me.
Fuck.
( Chattering )
Student: Wait a minute.
Wow.
- Student #2: What is this? - Student #3: I don't believe it.
It's show time.
Who put the acid in my spam?
Rachel.
- Gavin. - Hello, Rachel.
What is up with this?
I just want to apply myself.
Think I'll get better results on this side of the caf.
- Gavin-- - why don't you beat it, honey?
This is rarefied turf. Sluts need not apply.
Gavin.
Later, Rachel.
- How much do I owe you for this? - Treat yourself.
Indeed.
Where you going?
I'm going to talk to Gavin.
You're not wanted, Steven. Just leave him be.
Get the fuck off me!
Guys, come on--
what's your maladjustment, Effkin?
( Students yelling )
You okay?
Rachel: Steve--
damn it! Stop it!
Gavin: That's enough.
( Coughs )
( Panting )
( Groans ) ( Panting )
What happened to you?
We shall overcome, Steven.
You okay?
Oh, man. Fantastic.
( Groans )
You'll see.
Retard. ( Cackling )
You okay?
( Jukebox playing )
( All cheering )
♪ Danke schoen, darlin' ♪
♪ danke schoen ♪
♪ thank you for ♪
♪ all the joy you bring ♪
♪ picture show ♪
- ♪ second balcony... ♪ - we should have a toast.
A toast to Mr. Gavin strick!
To Gavin!
- To Gavin! - ♪ danke schoen ♪
♪ darlin', danke schoen... ♪
What are you doing here?
You're not supposed to be here.
I hate the caf.
Everybody hates the caf.
Where's the ketchup? By god--
oh, that's not good.
( Groans )
- Doesn't even look like ketchup. - "Slaughterhouse-Five"?
Uh, wha-- give me that boo-- give me that!
What the hell's the matter with you?
Hmmph!
You rats from the bay.
You rats! Rats everywhere.
You kids are so smart. You think you know everything.
You don't know nothing!
Forget the rats. It's all an act, isn't it?
- You don't know. - It's an act, isn't it? It's all bullshit.
Will you-- 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?
You'd be surprised how interesting people become
when they think you're really stupid.
Steven!
Where you going, Steven? ( Laughing )
- Who is it? - Calm down, Steven.
It's past your bedtime, Steven.
- Steven! - Where you going, Steven?
- Nothing to fear, Steven! - Where you going?
There's nothing to be afraid of, Steven!
( Laughing )
Steven! Steven!
( Panting )
- Hello, Steven. - What are you doing here?
I'm helping Lindsay. I'm tutoring her in algebra.
- Where is she? - Shh.
- Where's my sister? - She's upstairs sleeping.
- Where are my parents? - At a meeting.
- At what meeting? - Steven, you're hurt.
- I'll live. - Let me put something on that.
No, it's fine.
Maybe you should go.
I mean it.
If that's what you want.
Yeah.
Can I go to the bathroom first?
Sure, it's around the corner.
- I know where it is. - Of course you do.
Everyone knows where everything is around here.
Steven, your sister's a great kid.
She's very special.
( Water running )
( Distorted voices ) Can't. Ever.
Bad. Never. Bad.
Hello, Steven.
What are you doing?
I'm not sure really.
Go home, Lorna.
You don't even find me slightly attractive?
I find you very attractive.
It's just that, um, you're a blue ribbon and I'm not, so--
- wait a second. - ( Breathing heavily )
I know I'm not supposed to be doing this.
It's bad.
Wrong. Wrong. Bad.
No, it's not bad. Jesus Christ!
Wrong. Bad. Bad.
Wrong. Wrong.
Bad. Bad. Wrong.
Bad. Wrong.
Wrong. Bad. Bad. Wrong.
No!
I have to go home.
I have a big physics test tomorrow.
( Door shuts )
( Beeping )
Woman: After extracting the implant,
I tested its integrity to the optic nerve, and it was intact.
The chip is functioning properly,
but what I did find is that excess stimulation to the pineal gland
caused the dopamine levels to go through the roof.
Every time one of these kids gets a hard-on,
they go out and beat somebody with it.
Woman: We could do a cingulotomy.
No, cut a craniotomy flap. I'll get elbow deep, see what happens.
- What? - Gotta cut the bruises out of the banana.
Woman: What about her parents?
Caldicott: Just tell them she'll be missing cheerleading practice this week.
( Saw whirs )
( Chattering )
Oh, look. It's Cook's Ridge trash.
Caldicott: Well, once you've all settled in...
And you give her a little bit of time, she'll fit in just fine.
Well, thanks, Dr. Caldicott.
Hey! Come on. Let's go.
I gotta sell this bud.
I got, like, two customers left.
This keeps up, I'm gonna be the 7-11 guy.
I wanna go grab a smoke.
( Chattering )
Chug: Come out, come out wherever you are.
I saw you come down here, Rachel.
Look, I just wanna ask you something.
What do you want, Chug?
I just wanna know--
it's me asking, my friends not.
Rachel, uh,
will you go out with me?
You're kidding, right?
Will you? Please.
No, Chug. I won't.
Why not?! ( Panting )
How about this?
You couldn't repulse me more if you were made out of equal parts of shit and maggots!
- Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah!
- You wanna be that way? - Stop it, Chug!
- I'll scream, I swear to god! - Yeah?
- Rachel: Yeah! - Chug: What do you think will happen if you do, huh?
I'm a blue ribbon, baby, team captain.
And you're just a trashy, tattooed love doll.
Come on, Rae-Rae, give up the plate for Chug. Come on!
- ( Breathing heavily ) - ( High-pitched squealing )
Ah, fuck!
( Screaming )
Stop it!
( Squealing continues )
( Screaming ) Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Stop it!
( Squealing stops )
What you looking at, retard?
( Grunting )
( Door squeaks, shuts )
Wow.
I guess just think that you should try and fit in, Steve,
'cause we're gonna be here for a long time.
You, me, mom and dad.
- Chip and Dale. - Chip and Dale.
- Ow ow ow ow ow ow. - Ow!
What is this?
- What? - This. Where did you get this?
I got it at school. They were handing them out. We all got one.
( Stereo playing )
- Go inside. - Why?
Hi, Lindsay.
- I said go inside. - Spaz.
Uh...
We should talk.
Yeah.
There's something you need to see.
Rae, Gavin strick here,
live and unplugged.
I guess if you found this then you know.
Am I hanging with Trent and Robby
and the rest of the robots?
God, I hope not.
I hit the vents tonight
when I split up with Stevie boy.
He doesn't believe.
I went back to school...
And I overheard Caldicott talking to some wonk.
Mentioned, um, "Bishop Flats 11."
Caldicott called them his "children."
Then he freaked out on the guy and kicked him out of his office.
So, you know, I figure something's up with that,
right? Yeah.
Keep an eye on U.V. for me,
though I doubt that they'll want him.
I doubt that they're interested in the pigmentally challenged.
That's not their style.
( Gavin sighing )
I gotta go get paranoid.
This is Gavin strick
reporting live
from the reconstruction.
( Groans )
I pulled this off the a.M.A. Database.
Caldicott's last place of employment
was just across the bay in Bishop Flats
at a place called the Belknap Psychiatric Facility.
He spent seven years doing neuropharmacology.
Mind control.
Next ferry's at 6:00.
Bishop Flats?
You down for it?
Razor. Let's go.
I miss Gavin. He was almost like a--
a brother?
Yeah. Exactly.
I had a brother.
Sorry.
His name was Allen.
He was a couple of years older than me.
If he would've made it through his teens
he would've been something amazing.
But he was-- he was always in pain.
( Gunshot )
And eight months to the day he shot himself,
Dad said we were moving to Cradle Bay.
( Chuckles )
Where everything was gonna be all right.
I'm sorry.
No, don't.
Let's go.
You know, maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Think of it as our first date.
- ( Shouts ) - ( Gasps )
( Groans )
( Sighs )
( Both screaming )
( Beeping )
( Door slams )
( Moaning loudly )
That's why my tooths are clean!
( Barry manilow on p.A. ) ♪ you know I can't smile ♪
- Girl: You're pretty, - ♪ without you ♪
- And do it just right. - ♪ can't smile without you ♪
- ( Muttering ) You're pretty. - ♪ I can't laugh ♪
- ( Yells ) - ♪ and I can't sing ♪
♪ I'm findin' it hard ♪
- ♪ to do anything... ♪ - nurse: Children!
- Children! - ( Muttering, chattering )
( Muttering continues )
- ( Continues ) - Girl: Meet the musical little creatures...
That hide among the flowers.
Meet the musical little creatures
that hide among the flowers.
Meet the musical little creatures
that hide among the flowers.
Meet the musical little creatures
that hide among the flowers.
- Meet the musical little creatures-- - ( Muttering, shouting )
( Girl screaming )
Meet the musical little creatures that hide among the flowers!
Shut up!
- Meet the musical little creatures-- - Steve: Shhh!
Let's get out of here.
It's Caldicott's daughter.
♪ ( Screaming ) ♪
♪ paranoia, paranoia ♪
♪ everybody's comin' to get me ♪
♪ just say you never met me ♪
♪ I'm running underground with the moles ♪
♪ I'm not sick but I'm not well ♪
♪ 'cause I'm in hell. ♪
His daughter. His own daughter.
How can nobody not know there's something fully fucked up in Bishop Flats?
Shit, his own daughter was in there. Nobody's safe.
( Radio playing )
Listen, the last ferry leaves at 11:30.
Just tell me you have a razor plan.
I am making this shit up as I go.
Great.
Shit.
( Sighs )
- Hi, officer Cox. - Closing time, Frankie.
Yeah, it's getting late.
Just be cool.
( Sighs )
Past curfew.
She was just driving me home.
- ( Music stops ) - From?
Studying.
Where are your books?
Evening, officer.
- What are you doing? - I'm getting rid of rats.
Pink-eyed vermin.
Can't see for spit.
Quarter a rat!
Town council gives me a quarter a rat.
I'm going to be rich at this rate.
- I'll be on "Lifestyles of The Rich and Famous." - Moron.
- And a wedgie, I see. - ( Engine starts )
Where you going?
- Can we go now? - Step out of the truck. Now.
- What are you doing? - Hey!
- Off-- - hey!
- Let her go! What do you want fr-- - Cox: Get in.
That's a big rat.
( Mutters ) Keys.
Come on! Get out of there! What are you waiting for?
Get get get get get! Come on!
( Door closes )
- Let's get out of here. - ( Engine starts )
Come on, Steve.
Come on.
( Sighs ) Come on.
You'll have to trust me for now.
( Panting ) You trust me, don't you?
- Okay. - Father: Steve!
Where are you going?
I'm taking Lindsay away from here.
We're going back to Chicago.
don't do this, Steve. You're scaring me.
I'm scared too, mom. Believe me.
Look, Steve, you have to know that we're here for you, no matter what.
( Sighs ) Oh god, do you really mean that?
- Of course we do. - Okay, then let's all go home.
Steven.
You are home.
Cradle bay is where you belong,
here with your family.
You signed me up for the program?
- We want what's best for you. - What about what I want?
- Steven, do you really like the way you feel? - Oh, shut the fuck up.
You sold me out.
- No, we didn't. We just want you back. - Steven, please--
my name is Steve, okay?
Nobody calls me Steven except for them.
Fine. Come on, linds.
Steve--
may I have this dance, Steven?
Where's Rachel?
She's gone to an institute of higher learning, Steven.
- ( Screams ) - Steve!
Steve! Help!
- Please get off of me! - Caldicott: Everything's under control.
Who's your daddy, huh?
Respect yourself, Steven.
Ice, ice, baby.
It's not what you think, Steven.
It's a new kind of cool.
You feel better, freer.
I've never felt so alive in my life.
It's humanity's sacred essence.
- A new and finer age. - Robby: Go forward.
Be the ball.
People are gonna know when I get out of here.
That's right, Steven. They will know.
They'll know because you'll be better.
Adolescence is a minefield.
But soon...
You'll be fully equipped to walk right through it.
Yeah, straight-a's and a letter jacket.
And every now and then you rape and kill.
To cure cancer you gotta kill a few white 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.
( Beeps )
Caldicott's recorded voice: Be good. Yes. Stop.
Let the light in.
Let the light--
( children laughing )
Caldicott's recorded voice: You're number one.
Pull an ace. An ace.
Woman's voice: Achieve.
- ( Groaning ) - Caldicott's voice: Live. Be true.
- Live life full. - ( Cheerleaders cheering )
( Groaning continues )
- Woman's voice: Go forward. - ( Alarm beeping )
- Caldicott's voice: Happy. Secure. - Woman's voice: Be excellent.
- Caldicott's voice: Live-- - ( Groaning continues )
- Woman's voice: Fantastic. - Caldicott's voice: Go forward.
- ( Groans ) - Woman's voice: Yes.
( Groans )
( Alarm blaring )
Rachel. Rae.
( Whispers ) Oh, god.
( Gasps )
- You'll be okay. - ( Straps unfastening )
You'll be okay, Rachel.
( Can pops open )
Going somewhere with my custard there, Steven?
Let's go, Chug.
That's my girl you got there, Steve.
I can't let you take her, now can I?
- ( Grunting ) - ( Pipe falls to floor )
( Both grunting, yelling )
Chug: Come on! Get up!
( Grunting continues )
( Punching )
- ( Grunts ) - ( Metal clanks )
( Gasping, panting )
Come on, Rae Rae. Give up the plate for old Chug, huh?
Ohh!
( Pipe clangs on floor )
Come on.
( Engine revs )
- Lindsay! - Hey, not so fast.
- What? - What's the capital of North Dakota?
How the fuck should I know?
( Chuckles ) Okay, you're cool.
Bring it in. We gotta book.
- Early bird ferry's in 20 minutes. - ( Engine revs )
( Tires squeal )
Oh, shit, man.
( Engine shuts off )
It's time to leave mediocrity behind, Steven.
Step up on the bus.
( Car horn honks )
- ( All murmuring ) - Man: What is it?
( All shouting )
- ( High-pitched squealing ) - ( Screaming )
- ( Squealing continues ) - ( Screaming continues )
Come and get it, you blue bastards!
( Laughing )
What is going on?
Come on.
Get 'em to the ferry.
I'll meet you down there.
( Engine starts )
don't leave without me.
( Tires squeal )
( All shouting )
- Hey, lunch boy. - What are you doing?
We can't very well have these--
( groans ) Shitbirds...
Graduating and going off into the world, can we?
- Maybe they can be helped. - No, they can't.
And neither can I.
Do good things, lunch boy.
( Squealing, volume increases )
( All screaming )
Hey! Teacher!
Leave those kids alone!
- No! - ( Screaming continues )
( Crashes )
( Panting )
It's over, you son of a bitch.
It's finished.
"Finished"?
There'll always be other towns
and other troubled teens
and other worried parents.
Science is god.
( Grunts )
( Groans )
( Grunting )
( Screams )
- Be the ball. - ( Screaming )
( Sighs )
What happened?
We're the only ones left.
So, what do we do now?
We go home.
And where's that?
Wherever.
Wherever we are.
U.V.: Whoa!
Appropriate sparks are flying.
Somebody cue up the power ballad, man.
( Rap music playing )
Hey!
All right, now settle down!
- Turn that damn thing off! - ( Music stops )
Now, y'all got a new student-teacher starting today,
and I want you to show him a little bit more respect than the last one.
- ( Door creaks ) - Speak of the devil.
( Class murmuring )
Hmm?
Mm-mmm.
- ( Students chattering ) - Girl: Baby baby.
Say hello to your new student-teacher, class.
( Chalk scraping on board )
They're all yours.
- Boy: Peckerhead! - ( Students laughing )
Hello, class. Welcome.
♪ Got you where I want you ♪
♪ ah-yeah ♪
♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪
♪ got you where I want you ♪
♪ yeah ♪
♪ hey ♪
♪ maybe just a smile ♪
♪ oh, hey ♪
♪ did you know that I can dance ♪
♪ could we talk for a while ♪
♪ well I think you're smart ♪
♪ you sweet thing ♪
♪ tell me your sign ♪
♪ I'm dyin' here ♪
♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪
♪ got you where I want you ♪
♪ yeah ♪
♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪
♪ got you where I want you ♪
♪ where I want you, I want you ♪
♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪
♪ little baby girl, don't you be like no other ♪
♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪
♪ when you rock me, baby, put your pain on your lover ♪
♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪
♪ little baby girl, don't you be like no other ♪
♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪
♪ when you rock me, baby, put your pain on your lover ♪
♪ I think you're smart ♪
♪ you sweet thing ♪
♪ tell me your name ♪
♪ I'm dyin' here ♪
- ♪ ahh-ooooh ♪ - ♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪
♪ ooh, got you where I want you ♪
♪ yeah ♪
♪ I got you where I want you ♪
♪ yeah ♪
- ♪ got you where I want you ♪ - ♪ suffer, suffer ♪
♪ want you, want you, yeah ♪
♪ where I want you ♪
♪ got you where I want you ♪
♪ got you where I want you. ♪
- ♪ ( Whistling ) ♪ - ♪ da-Dee-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ da-Dee-dah dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah ♪
♪ now it's time to live your life ♪
♪ sittin' back and out of sight ♪
♪ you almost get the feelin' that you're free ♪
♪ lay back in your easy chair ♪
♪ close your eyes like you don't care ♪
♪ it's easier to follow than to lead ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ you feel the need inside ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ leave it all behind ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ let it slide ♪
♪ it's time to find your wings ♪
♪ to fly away ♪
♪ time is rolling by ♪
♪ tell me you can't feel it sliding ♪
♪ dreaming all their dreams ♪
♪ floating free, now we are flying ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ you feel the need inside ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ leave it all behind ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ let it slide ♪
♪ it's time to find your wings ♪
♪ and fly away ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ you feel the need inside ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ leave it all behind you ♪
♪ sometimes ♪
♪ let it slide ♪
♪ it's time to find your wings ♪
♪ and fly away ♪
♪ da-Dee-dah dah-dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ da-Dee-dah dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah ♪
♪ da-Dee-dah dah-dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ da-Dee-dah dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah. ♪
Caldicott's voice: Let the light in.
Be excellent.
Yes.
Wonderful.
Betty Caldicott's voice: Meet... the musical... Creatures...
That hide in the flowers.
Lorna's voice: Treat yourself.