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[ French song playing ]

Okay, that's good.

So do you like
"Dysfunction"?

What?

The show?
Do you watch the show?

Oh, yeah, of course.

So here's the deal.
You're Marie-France,

-a French
foreign-exchange student...
-From France.

...and you're staying
with the Parkers,

and you're a little
Gallic hottie, all right?

Buttery little croissant.

A toasty little baguette.

Okay, and Cody,

naturally, wants to get
all up in that ass soup.

You know
what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Do I have to wear these shoes?
My feet are killing me.

They're French.

Okay, so look, we know
that you can dance.

So I want you to
go ahead and grab that
over there.

You'll drop the French bread,
and you'll say the line--

"Ooh-la-la, I have
dropped my baguette."

You wiggle your little tushy
in front of the audience

as you bend over
to pick it up, and presto!
A star is born.

Morgan:
You think you can
handle that?

Do you want me to do it now?

Yeah.

Ooh-la-la.
I've dropped my baguette.

Morgan:
All right,
that was excellent.

That was beautiful. That was very nice.

Rick:
I liked the accent,
very authentic.

Thank you.
We're done here.
We'll call you.

You can leave now.

Oh, hey,
don't try to walk off
with those shoes, now.

They belong to the show.

[ French song continues ]

[ sighs ]

[ students chattering ]

I'll be interviewing
some students,

sitting in on some classes,
gathering footage.

We'll make sure
to be as unobtrusive
as possible.

Miss Klein,
let me be Frank.

The school board
approved this, not me.

I'm uncomfortable
with the idea of cameras
at Roxbury.

A lot of very important people

send their
very important kids here.

Believe me, Mr. "Mayer"--

"Meyer."
Think of the wiener.

Okay. Mr. Meyer,
you have nothing
to worry about.

We're talking about
a harmless little

human interest piece
on the local news.

Believe me, they're not
looking for anything
remotely controversial.

Otherwise, why would
they assign it to me?

Okay, we're done now.

Guess I'll see you
in two weeks.

- [ knock at door]
- Excellent.

- Come in.
- God damn it, Meyer,
the kids keyed my car again!

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

Meyer:
It's all right, we're done.

Miss Klein,
this is Roger Nicholl,

a law and civics teacher
here at Roxbury.

- Hello.
- Hi, there.

Okay.
[ sighs ]

She's a dyke.

Symbiotic,
that's what our relationship
is going to be like, Randa.

Just like we learned
in biology--

the whale,
and the little fish
that sticks on it.

See, if you hang with me,
you'll get a lot of attention
from boys

that you otherwise
wouldn't.

And meanwhile,
when I'm standing next to you,

I look more attractive
by comparison.

Isn't that great?

Uh, very nice.

It's a constant struggle
for us girls

who don't conform
to the Western ideal

of blonde hair and blue eyes
and an hourglass figure.

You know,
my best friend Brittany,
whom you'll meet soon,

is so lucky.

She's three for three.

Me, I could dye my hair,
but nobody respects
a bottle blonde.

I am slim, however,
and my breasts
are coming along nicely,

though not as nicely
as my friend Brittany's,
whom you'll meet soon.

You know, you're very lucky
that I'm doing this for you.

I know you probably
have an impression
of American high school girls

being mean and spiteful,

and it's a reputation
that's largely deserved,
believe me, but...

I'm not like that at all.

I really try to be
a good person.

The same as
my best friend Brittany,
whom you'll meet soon.

So here's your first
survival tip--

this is Beverly Hills,
so a lot of the kids
that go here

have rich and famous parents,
and it's good to know
who's who.

Like that's Josh Horowitz.

His dad is the famous lawyer
Larry Horowitz.

He defended
that baseball player
who killed his wife.

He got him off, too,
even though they found him
running around

covered in blood
with a baseball bat,

screaming,
"I killed the bitch!
I killed the bitch!"

And that's Lenora Fincher.

Her mom was the spokes model
for this perfume company,

but then she got old
and they fired her.

And that's Terry something.

His parents aren't famous,
so nobody talks to him.

I do, though,
'cause I'm a good person.

Hi, Terry.

It's Dave.

[ distant bell ringing ]

That smells good,
that is that?

Sfiha.
Would you like some?

Is it fattening?

I don't know.

I'm on a diet.
I better play it safe.

Ooh, I'm organizing
this international food fair

to raise money
for the drama club
next week.

You must participate.
Will you?

Okay.

Bonus.

My hope is that the fair
will not only raise money
for the drama club,

but also kind of
foster a spirit
of togetherness

among the
multicultural community
here at Roxbury.

I have respect
for all races,

but I'm very glad
that I was born white.

A-as a woman,
it's the best race to be.

Especially if you
want to become an actress,
like I do.

If I wasn't white,

then the next thing
I'd want to be is Asian,

because a lot of men
like Asian girls

because they think
they're docile, and sweet,
and subservient,

which I don't
really think is true,

because I once met
this Asian girl
at summer camp one time

and she was a real bitch.

If I couldn't be white,
and I also couldn't be Asian,

then my third choice
would be African-American,

'cause I've always wanted
to be a gospel singer,

and also black men
are more forgiving
if your butt gets big.

Except I'd definitely
want light skin
and Caucasian features

like Vanessa Williams
or Halle Berry.

[ bell rings ]

So rule of thumb--

any time you have a sentence
consisting of two clauses,

the second being introduced
by a conjunction
or by a relative...

And finally, you know, Randa,
no offense or anything,

but my very last choice
would be an Arab.

Truth be told,
you're not in a very
enviable position.

There's a lot
of resentment in this country
towards the Middle East

and a lot of stereotypes
floating around,

which I don't really think
are true,

because in the short amount
of time I've known you,

you haven't tried
to bomb anybody,

and you currently
smell okay to me.

But people will laugh at you.

They'll probably make fun
of that thing you wear
on your head.

This is my hijab.
I must not remove it.

I know that.

But people are ignorant.

To give you an example,
there's this joke
going around.

How does an Arab
get his wife pregnant?

I do not know.

She gets naked
and lies down on the bed.

He jerks off on the wall,
and they let the flies
do the rest.

[ chuckling ]

Don't laugh.
It's insulting to your people.

Percy:
Miss Joyce?

Thank you.

Article or a preposition
which pertains to every member
of a series

must either be used
only before the first term
of the series

or before each and every term.
Now...

I had a half-brother
named Sean,

who died in
"Operation Iraqi Freedom."

He was from my dad's
first marriage,

and I'm a product of his second.
He's now in his third.

Anyway, they told my dad
that Sean died
from friendly fire,

and he refused
to believe them.

He said that Iraqis
were the ones who killed him.

I made the point
of saying, "Why would
our own government lie

and say he was killed
by friendly fire

if Iraqis were the ones
who killed him?"

and he said
I was too young
to understand.

Percy:
Miss Joyce.

There should be
exactly one conversation

going on in this classroom,
and that's me,

talking.

Kimberly:
Technically, Mr. Anderson,
that's not a conversation.

All right,
here's one for you,
I'll see you in detention.

- But I...
- Percy: And you, too.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

- You.
- Kimberly: Her name's Randa.

Yes, of course it is.

All right.

Which brings us
to the principal
of parallel construction.

Namely, that expressions
that are similar in content
and function...

Sorry, Randa.

It's unfortunate
that we both have detention
with Mr. Anderson,

but on the other hand,
it's only going to
prolong our day together.

Hey, Arab chick,
you wanna buy a gun?

Get lost,
you unkempt miscreant.

[ sighs ]

Stay away from Kenny
the arms dealer.

It's kids like him
that give this great nation
of ours a bad name.

You are very wise,
Kimberly.

I am most fortunate
to have met you.

Randa, that's so sweet.

Come on.

You know, Brit,
I was watching girls go by
in their convertibles.

I'd say about 75% to 85%
of them were what
we would call beautiful.

But... you want
to know a secret?

What?

They're ugly on the inside,
not like you.

[ chuckles ]

You're special.

Your kind of beauty
lasts forever.

- [ gasps ]
- Hi!

Barry, get off me!

[ laughing ]

Randa, this is Barry.

Barry's
technically my boyfriend,
except I don't like him.

So, Kimberly, Trevor McNeill
has the funniest shit
on his locker.

It's this poster
with all these reasons

why beer is better
than a woman.

One of the reasons was, uh,

was beer doesn't...
doesn't talk. Huh?

[ laughs ]

No, no, that wasn't...

It's okay, Barry.

Trev, yo, what's up, man?

Barry plays football.

- Girlfriend.
- Kimberly: Girlfriend.

How was
the "Dysfunction" audition?

I'm not
holding my breath.

It's so hard to stand out
from all the other aspirants,
you know?

Yeah.

So, Brittany, this is Randa.
Randa's from the Middle East.

She's really sweet.
She doesn't say much, though.

Hi.

I know all about
the immigrant experience,
how hard it can be.

I'm Canadian.

Kimberly:
Come on, Randa.

[ sighs ]

I'm sorry, Brittany.

[ snickers ]
Don't be.

Personally, I think
you deserved it way more.

Nuh-uh, Kimberly.
You're a way better actress.

You always have been.

You know, Margot
is a really good role.

Yeah.

And everybody knows
that Anne Frank
was a brunette.

So if you played her,
you'd have to dye your hair.

You wouldn't want to do that,
would you, Brittany?
You're so cute as a blonde.

That's true.

Oh, look! Troy is playing
Peter van Daan.

That means
I'll have to kiss him.

I hope you won't
be jealous.

Well,
it's just acting, right?

Yeah, of course.

I still feel bad,
though.

Well, don't, Kimberly.

I'm really happy for you.

I mean,
if it couldn't be me,
I'm glad it's you.

You're my best friend,
Brittany.

[ giggling ]

I say we go to Fred Segal
and do some damage.

Ah, it sounds keen,
but I gotta pass.

Randa and I have D.T.
With Mr. A.

Ooh.

Be careful.

Careful? Why?

Mr. Anderson's kind of weird,
especially around girls.

We think he's a podiatrist.

Ignore her,
she thinks everybody's hot
for her nubile bod.

Ow.

So anyway, Margot,
we'll catch you later.

All right, Anne.

Down with Nazis!

Kimberly:
Boo, Nazis!

Daddy, I have some news.

I'm going to be playing
Anne Frank in the school play.

Kathy: The school play?

I thought that
you want to be a movie star.

Daddy, I have some news.

I'm going to be
playing Anne Frank
in the school play.

Hmm.

Jew broad, right?
Anne Frank?

She was Jewish?

Can I just say this, okay?
In my office,

I wouldn't mind
if it was 30%, 40%,
maybe even 70%,

but ever since we took
the company public,

being in a board meeting
is like being
at a fucking synagogue!

I hear the suffixes
of the surnames around me,
and it's all like

Bloom, Berg, Witz, Stein,
Gold, Schtickman, Hackman...

[ spluttering ]

You know,
I swear to God,
I feel threatened.

I'm not kidding,
that's how I feel.

I feel like a minority.

- Kathy?
- [ mutters ]

- Kimberly,
we've talked about this.
- Hmm.

I would really like it
if you'd start
calling me Mom.

- Kathy?
- No.

Yes, Kimberly?

Do you fuck dogs?

You know,
they're just looking
for an excuse.

They're looking for
an excuse to fire me,
just looking.

Sometimes I hear them
talk and I think,

they're communicating
with each other

in some kind of
secret Yid code

that I'm not privy to.
I swear to God.

Eat your moo shu pork,
by the way.

- It's delicious.
- I don't like this kind.

It's fucking delicious.
Eat it.

Like last week's meeting,
there's a guy there,
he's coughing, right?

He starts coughing,
like a coughing fit.

You know, a fucking,
coughing kike, right?
So I think,

I'm sittin' here,
I'm looking, I'm thinkin',

what is he, like,
coughing in fucking Yiddish
or something?

Like, listen to this...

[ mimicking coughing ]

But wait till Hank
turns his back.

[ imitates coughing ]

And then stab him
with a dreidel!

- Kathy?
- Yes.

- Kathy?
- Yes.

- [ Hank mumbling ]
- Do you fuck dogs?

Hank:
Whoa, it's like
the fucking "Titanic."

We hit an iceberg.
Fucking ridiculous.

This is interesting.
I read about this.

This is a phase.
It's called repetition.

It's when they feel
the need to repeat things.

Kathy?
I got it. Fine. Okay?

Kimberly, listen to me.
Okay?

I'm going to say
something to you.

There is a difference
between bona fide racism

and just speaking the truth,
which is what I'm doing here.

You understand that, right?
A big difference.

Okay?
Because racism, true racism,

stems from ignorance.

It is ignorant.

Now, I don't
want to ever catch you
being a racist.

This is not to say,
you know,

that you have license
to bring R. Kelly home
for dinner, okay?

- Or banging
some fucking beaner!
- Hank!

Uh, no, I'm just saying
that I'm scared

that she's going to repeat
some of this shit at school.

And I know,
because these teachers,
you know, hear it,

these fucking dykes,
lesbians,

these feminists
at the school system

with their fucking
rectal-ranger buddies,
you know.

"Oh, it's
the parents' fault.

It's the upbringing."
Right, you know.

As if, what,
kids couldn't inherently be

fucking complete assholes
on their own?

And, by the way,
no swearing.

When you were fucking my dog,
he was going like this...

- [ imitating whimpering ]
- [ dog growls ]

[ panting ]

Kimberly, stop it!

Now you are upsetting Bobo.

[ Bobo barking ]

I just got him back
from the asthma center.

[ cell phone ringing ]

- Hello?
- Hello?

- Hi, mom.
- Hello?

Kimberly! Kimberly!

You know what this is?
The Jews.

- They call, they hang up.
- Kathy: Hank.

What? What?

Hank:
At least she's not talking

to some hook-nosed
motherfucker...

Yeah, yeah, I got your card.
It-- it was great, um,

except my name doesn't have
an E after the L.

And my dog's name is Bobo,
not Bubbles.

And I--
I actually turned 15.

[ stuttering ]
No, it's okay,
it's an understandable error.

I'm precocious.

Uh, Dad got me
a digital video camera

so that he can tape
my violin recitals
and then watch them later

instead of
actually attending them
like a good parent would.

[ phone beeps ]

Uh, Mom,
can you hang on a second?
I got another call.

Hello?

Kimberly,
hey, it's Barry.

Listen, I remembered
a couple of those jokes.

You know, why beer is better than a woman?

Okay, great, Barry.

Um, can you hang on a second?

- I'm on the other line
with my mom.
- Sure.

Hello? Hey, Mom, I'm back.

Already? But we've
only been talking for,
like, a minute.

Okay.

Uh, mom? I love you. Bye.

Okay, Barry, tell me.

Why is beer
better than a woman?

I can't remember.
Uh, you coming over?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be over
a little later, okay?

Kimberly, how many times
have I told you

not to leave the table
for a phone call?

And then when you were done
fucking my dog,

you laid down on my bed,
all naked and sweaty,
and you said,

"Ugh, there's nothing
like hard canine cock
to satisfy my desires."

So how's school?

You know?

I gotta go.

- Where?
- Out.

- With who?
- Kimberly:
My ass crack!

Okay, well,
try to be back
in time. Hey!

Ass crack?
That's interesting.

You know, anal fixation--

Kathy, is it
theoretically possible
for you to shut up

for more than five
seconds at a time?

[ moaning ]

[ lips smacking ]

Thanks, Barry.
That was nice.

[ sighs ]

You know, you're actually
pretty good at that

when you remember to take
your retainer out.

My turn.

Kimberly:
Oh, Barry, I'm sorry,
I gotta run.

I got homework,
and I gotta start memorizing
a bunch of lines.

But we'll get you
next time, okay?

Next time?

You say that every time,
"next time."

I don't know, Kimberly.

I'm not going to take this
anymore.

You don't treat me right.
This is not a balanced
relationship.

Next time,
I'll go first, okay?

Yeah, right.

God damn it!
I fall for it every time!

[ sighs ]

[ sobbing ]

Shh.

I hate him!
I hate him so much!

I know, I know.

I can't believe
he did that to me,

in front of Troy,
in front of everybody.

Look, he's nothing.
He's less than nothing.

He's nobody.

I feel like
I have this fire
inside of me,

and I just want to
breathe it out,
and I want to burn him.

I want to watch him burn.

He will, Brittany.
We'll burn him.

You and me.

How? Tell me how?

We'll talk about it.

Just come over tonight.

I've invited Randa, too.

We'll all talk about it,
okay?

Okay.

I love you, Kimberly.

I love you, too.

Come on.

Kimberly: Wait, no, put it back on.

I want to watch "The Real World."

Brittany:
No, I hate "The Real World."
Those girls are bitches.

- You're a bitch.
- Yeah, well,
you're a trollop.

- [ man chattering on TV ]
- Fine.

I'm sorry
I called you a bitch.

It's okay. I'm sorry
I called you a trollop.

I don't even really
know what one is.

It's a promiscuous woman,
often a prostitute.

Hmm.

Okay.

It is time to open up my big bag of fun.

These are assorted items
that I've stolen from Dad

for our consumption
this evening.

Item number one--
Dad's wine-flavored cigars.

Ugh,
don't those things
make you cough?

No, they're cigars.

You don't have to swallow.
I mean, inhale.

No, thanks.

Are you sure, Randa?

To become successful actresses,
you have to learn
how to smoke them.

- It's trendy.
- That's true.

No, thank you,
I do not smoke.

Okay.
Uh, item number two--

one of Dad's
many, many pornos.

"Titty Lickers 2:
The Search
for Golden Curlies."

Ew,
why would we want
to watch a porno?

'Cause they're funny.

Besides, we have
to teach Randa about sex,

and this is
the best way to learn.

And item number three,

and I could get
into real, real trouble
if I got caught with these--

Dad's Twinkies.

Mm, too fattening.

Would you
please stop criticizing

everything in my
big bag of fun?

I spent a lot of time
putting this together.

Anyway,
we can barf them up later,
queen of the duh.

Ugh!
No, no, change the channel,
I can't watch this.

Oh, Martin Stivers.

Who is Martin Stivers?

You didn't
hear about it?

Some kid in a private school in Bel Air

just walked into his cafeteria

with an assault rifle and opened fire.

Killed, like, 10 kids.

12.

Hey, wait,
that's the reporter

that's doing the feature
on our school.

I hear she's a lesbian.

Really?

She doesn't look
like a lesbian.

- What is a lesbian?
- Shh.

...Knows no racial
or economic boundaries,

that violence can stretch
far beyond the limits
of the inner city.

Inside the school, there's...

I have nightmares
about this kid.

He wasn't sorry for it,
or anything.

And when they took him away,
he was, like, laughing.

Yeah, but...

In some ways,
I know how he feels.

I mean, there are just
so many stupid, annoying,

worthless people
on this planet.

They just, like,
get in the way
of what you want.

Emily:
The shooting took place
between classes,

between the first
and second...

Anyhow, let's watch
the skin flick.

Drink up, there.
I don't want it
to go to waste.

Thank you.
So I did take the car
into the shop today.

- That was fun.
- Oh, that's nice.

- [ music playing ]
- Mm-hmm.

And, um, oh,
I walked in, you know,

and it was like
this little rabbit

being chucked into
this den of foxes,

and I swear they started
licking their lips,
you know, the moment...

at the sight
of this middle-class woman

who obviously doesn't know
the first thing about cars

and can be completely
taken advantage of,
which is true.

I don't know
the first thing about cars.

Grace.

And I'm sure
I was taken advantage of--

Shh. Shh.
Grace. Grace.

What?

- [ exhales ]
- Happy birthday.

What's the matter?
What is it?

Nothing.

I was just...

I was just getting
concerned that...

maybe you didn't
get me anything.

Oh.

And I know
I'm supposed to say,

"Oh, Percy,
you shouldn't have,"

but you should have.

You definitely should have.

I know.

What is it? What is it?
What is it?

Open it.

[ exclaims ]

Oh!

It's, um, a little...

- It's a little skirt.
- [ chuckles ] Yeah.

It's so cute.

A-- Actually, it looks
like it goes very well

with the, uh, the--
the blouse you're wearing.

Actually, it does.

Thank you.

You want to try it on?

Now?

Okay.

Mmm.

Okay.

Mm.

[ chuckles ]

One sec. Okay.
Here I go, one sec.

Mm.

Where are you going?

Why don't you change
right here?

We are married,
for Christ's sake.

If you want.

Oh.

Okay.

[ whispers ]
Zip...

- It's a nice color.
- Yes.

Yep.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Okay.

- That's, uh...
- Good?

That's, uh...

that's very good.

Really?
Oh, actually, you're right.

Thank you.

Oh, God, it reminds me
of those skirts

that the girls wear
at your school.

Really?

Huh!

Yeah. I hadn't, uh...

I-- I-- I wouldn't--
I wouldn't have
noticed that. That's...

One sec.

Don't move.

Okay.

Grace:
Be right back.

[ snickers ]

[ chuckles ]

I'm a little school girl.

La, la, la, la, la...

I don't want to be late
for class.

I don't want Mr. Anderson
to spank me.

[ laughs ]

[ grunts ]

Yeah, that's nice.

I have an idea.

Read this.

"Why I deserve
to be punished."

Uh...

Uh, out loud.
You read it out loud.

"I have misbehaved.

"Some adjectives
that could be used...

to describe my behavior...

include bad,

naughty, mischievous...

mischievous,

nasty...

and downright
inconsiderate."

[ gasps ]

Ooh, frisky.

[ moans ]

[ music playing ]

Brittany:
I like this music.

Can you buy
the soundtrack to pornos?

"Tiffany Minx,
Stephanie Swift."

Brittany,
a lot of these porn stars

have names
that sound like ours.

So if we wanted to,
when we grow up,
we could be porn stars.

You couldn't, Randa,
I'm sorry.

That is quite all right.

I would never want
to be a porn star.

My sister's ex-boyfriend,
he lives in the valley,

he used to go out with one.
You know what they did?

They took the fat
out of her butt
and her arms,

- And they put it
in her boobs.
- Ew!

Yeah.

How-- How is it, please,
that two men...

at one time...

how can this be?

[ woman moaning on TV ]

One of them is
doing her up the butt.

Up the...

such a thing
is not possible.

It-- it is too small,
the aperture.

Kimberly,
would you let someone
do that to you?

I have.

- No, way!
- Yes, way.

You're such a liar.
Who?

Warren.

Warren Prescott?

Affirmative.

When? How?

Last year.
We were sort of going out.

We were here,
kind of getting drunk
on my dad's Captain Morgan,

and he just kind
of came right out
and said...

We've been goin' out
for three months now,

and I really love you
and everything.

So I was wondering
if you might let me
pack your fudge chute.

Oh.

At first I thought
he wanted to make sundaes,

but then he elaborated.

He was very polite about it.
He said "please" three times.

I couldn't really
bring myself to say no.

Well,
what was it like?

It was okay.

Did it hurt?

[ moans ]

Kind of.

[ woman moaning on TV ]

But it hurt less
with Warren than it might
have with other boys,

if you catch my drift.

[ snickers ]
Kimberly!

What is your drift?

Never mind.

But you know what?

A few days later,
Warren broke up with me.

He said that he doesn't
want to go out with a girl

who'd let a guy
do that to her.
Does that make any sense?

Boys are so weird.

Amen to that.

Wait a minute,
I like this one.

- Hi, Stephanie.
- Hi.

Are you here to help me
change the oil?

You know,
I could never give up men,

because I like cock too much.

But I don't know,

sometimes I just feel like
I need a woman's touch.

Mmm.
I know what you mean.

[ both giggle ]

Why is that woman...

why is she doing those things
with that other woman?

Why must they show this?

Kimberly: 'Cause men like to watch it.

Randa:
But it is a sin.

[ laughs ]

Randa,
you're going to find out

that a lot of things
men like are a sin.

Kimberly,
tell me you've
never done that.

- Kimberly?
- Mm? What?

[ vomits ]

- You okay, Randa?
- Yes.

Did you get it all out,
every last calorie?

Randa:
Yes, I think so.

Good.

Kimberly?

You and Troy
never actually, like,
did anything, right?

No. Brittany,
for the 20 millionth time,

me and Troy never,
like, did anything.

And it's 'cause Troy
didn't want to, right?

Right.

Brittany, you know that.
That's why I dumped him.

It's just weird,
'cause with me
he's, like, insatiable.

I wonder why that is?

I'm finished.

Okay, girls,
it's time to get serious.

Oh, no, you're not
going to make us write

Amnesty International
letters again, are you?

I swear,
most of those people
deserve to be in prison.

No.
Okay, just listen to me.

It seems that all three of us
have something in common.

Do you know
what that is?

Our health, happiness,
and faith in God.

No, I'm talking about Mr. Anderson.

What about him?

He's done stuff
to all three of us.

I hate him.
I hate him so much!

Yes,
he is a bad man.

I know, girls.
So I've been thinking.

I've been thinking
that maybe it's about time
we put a stop to him.

Man:
Remove all jewelry, watches,
earrings, rings,

and place them in the box.

You know the drill, people.

A metal detector at Roxbury?

Yeah, everybody's freaked out
'cause of what happened
over in Bel Air.

They don't want it
to happen here, you see.

They figured it out.

Ain't nobody safe,
no matter how rich you are.

Ain't nobody safe.

Next!

Are you sure
about this, Kimberly?

I'm scared.

Don't be.
We're doing the right thing.

They're going to
try and discredit us,

and turn us
against each other,

but we have to
stand firm, okay?

We have to stick together,
no matter what.

Okay.

Then we'll watch him burn.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Emily:
Behind me lies
one of L.A. County's

most exclusive
private schools.

Roxbury Academy
in Beverly Hills.

A safe haven for the children
of the rich
and the privileged.

A place where they can study
in peace and harmony,

free from the troubles
that plague

many of the region's
public schools,

until today.

Because, today,
this hallowed institution

was rocked on
its very foundations

with allegations
of sexual assault.

The accused, Percy Anderson,

an English and drama teacher,

and new addition this year
to Roxbury's
distinguished faculty.

The alleged victims,

three 15-year-old
sophomore girls,

all of whom have
waived their right
to anonymity.

Their names
are Kimberly Joyce,

Brittany Wells,
and Randa Azzouni.

I will continue
to bring you more
of the details

of this stunning story
as it unfolds.

For Team 33 News,
this is Emily Klein
in Beverly Hills.

Okay, cut.

That was
fucking great!

You-- you were
so fucking good!

Grace:
I can't believe
this is happening.

Percy: How are we going to afford a lawyer? On what we make?

What kind of a country
are we living in
when a trio of little tramps

can besmirch
an innocent man's name

with completely
fabricated accusations?

Wow,
that was really good use
of the word "besmirch."

Thank you.

Guys, what would
you say if I told you
I got a lawyer?

I mean a great lawyer.

Really smart guy,
he's like
a borderline genius.

And I think I can get him
to do it for free,
a nominal fee, at most.

Okay, uh, who?

Me, Perc.
I'm talkin' about me.

Roger,
this isn't a joke, okay?
This is my life.

I need a real lawyer,
not a high-school
law teacher.

Okay, look,
what you seem to be
forgetting,

is that I'm not just
a high-school law teacher,
all right?

I passed the bar in '96.

So, technically,
I'm licensed to practice law
in the state of California.

Yeah, I-- I--
I understand, Roger.

Technically,
you can practice law,

but you're not
a practicing lawyer.

No, I'm not,
but I'll be better
than a public defender.

What I lack in experience,
you know I'll make up
for with insight.

I know you,
I know the school,
and I know these girls.

Look at me, man,
I'm your guy.

I don't...
what's the point?

Nobody's going
to believe me.

I'm never gonna beat this.

What kind of attitude
is that?

I already have
a foolproof strategy.

I saw this in a movie once,
all right?

Look, we say one of
your arms is dead, useless.

Then, at
a crucial point in the trial,
I throw a jar at you,

and you catch it
with your other hand,
thus proving your innocence.

You are an idiot.

Which-- which arm
do we say is dead?

Well,

- which hand did
you grope them with?
- Roger.

Roger, let me make
something clear to you,
all right?

I-- I didn't touch
these girls. Never.

Not once.
Not one of them.

Let me make something clear to you, okay?

If I'm gonna be your lawyer,
I don't wanna know
if you did it.

I don't care.
It's irrelevant.

Okay, but, uh--

No, no, no, listen to me.

I don't want to know.
Got it?

Woman:
Now I'm running my fingers
along your chest.

And my red nails
are ripping through
your chest hair

like fire through a forest.

What am I doing to you?

Ew!

I got my thumb
so far up your ass,
I'm bowling with your ass.

- Okay? I'm--
- Kathy: Hank!

- Hank!
- Yeah!

Okay, so that Evers report,
I think, is due on Monday,
is it not?

- Yeah--
- Hank, have you seen Bobo?

That stupid dog
pissed all over my Manolos.

Fuck Bobo, okay?
Yeah, okay, and the nips?

That shipment
is comin' in...

that's tomorrow, I think.

Talkin' to Moishe.

Yeah. Uh-huh. Shalom.

Yeah, I'll see you
at the, uh, mezuzah, okay?

Fucking heebs,
you know, I got--

what, you can't see
that I'm working here?
Hello?

[ sighs ]

Never mind.
Bobo! Fucking dog!

Run, Bobo, run.

Still there?

Fuck, are you kidding?
I got teak.

Knock, knock.

[ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

[ door opens ]

You okay, Daddy?

Yeah.

Kimberly,
you're a smart girl.

So before you decided
to do this thing
that you're doing,

gee, I hope you thought
long and hard about it.

I hope you thought about
what it's going
to mean for Daddy.

What are you saying?

Well, you know,
Daddy's name
isn't just his name.

It's also a--
it's also a brand name,

and people
associate brand names
with certain qualities.

For instance,
when people hear
the name Walt Disney,

they think,
"family friendly,"

even though
Disney gives benefits
to faggots.

And--and when they hear
the name Henry Joyce,

do you know
what they think of?

What?

"Quality electronics
at the lowest prices."

And I want it
to stay that way, Kimberly.

I don't want them thinking
"slutty daughter who takes it
in the ass."

So if it turns out
that you were

somehow making
all this up--

How can you say that?

No,
I'm not saying anything.

It's just,
you know how people
always want to

blame the parents,
and it just drives me
fucking crazy.

Daddy,
I would never do anything

to hurt you
or your reputation.

Yay, Kimberly.
Good, good. That's...

Kathy:
Kimberly? Kimberly.

Would you please take
your dog for a walk?

Oh,
are you done fucking him?

Oh, enough of that already.
Jeez.

What? I saw her.

Her red nails
were running through
his chest hair

like fire
through a forest.

That's actually
kind of poetic.

Okay.

I've said
what I've had to say here.

I just do wish
you would've told me before

you went and started
this thing because...

I'm sure it will be fine,
because these things
never go to trial.

And so day one of the Roxbury
sexual assault trial
is set to begin.

Stay tuned to Team 33 News
for more updates
throughout the day.

I'm Emily Klein.

Okay, cut.

- This is huge.
- Fucking huge.

Can you believe
that this all started out

as a wimpy little
special-interest feature?

They give me fluff,
and I turn it into dirt.

You know what that is?

[ chuckles ]
It's hot. It's fucking hot.

- [ doorknob opens, closes ]
- No, it's talent.
Here, wait here.

Kimberly. Hi.
Off the record.

I-- I just want to say
that I really
admire your courage.

Thank you, Emily.

I'm doing this
because I feel like
I have a responsibility.

Not just to myself,
but to all the other girls
all around the world

- who have been
subjected to harassment.
- Yes.

Or, God forbid,
outright assault
at the hands of teachers,

and who are too scared
or ashamed to come forth.

I'm fighting a battle
inside these walls, Emily,

but I'm also fighting a war.

Wow.

You have such passion
and conviction.

You kind of
remind me of myself
when I was your age.

I only wish I'd had
half your self-assurance.

[ chuckles ]

Thank you, Emily.

- And, off the record...
- Yeah.

I could never give up men.

I like cock too much.

But sometimes I just need
a woman's touch.

Oh...

Oh, hi.

Man:
I have no further questions,
your honor.

Judge:
Mr. Nicholl,
you may cross-examine.

After you.

Your honor.

[ clears throat ]

Well, well, well.

That's quite a story
you've spun for us,
Miss Joyce.

Very detailed,
and might I say,
very graphic.

But let me ask you something,
is any of it true?

Or is it all just
a malicious fabrication

designed to discredit
and humiliate the man

that replaced you as the lead
in the school play?

I wouldn't perjure myself,
Mr. Nicholl,
not for any reason.

Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't,
Kimberly.

But tell me, why do you
think you were fired
from the role of Anne Frank?

I suppose
it was because of something
I said in the cafeteria

during the International
Food Fair,

which I organized
to raise money

for the drama club,

as well as foster a spirit
of togetherness

among the multicultural
community at Roxbury.

Roger:
Would you care to recount
this incident to the court?

Certainly.

It was during lunch hour,
back in September.

The Food Fair was on,

and you and Mr. Anderson
were supervising,

so you had to eat lunch
with the students.

You were sitting at a table
in the corner,

and Brittany and I
could see you from our table,
where we sat

eating granola
and low-fat yogurt.

Roger: Could you hear what we were saying?

Kimberly:
No, but you sure
looked at us a lot.

That Kimberly Joyce.

What about her?

Uh, she's a
very good student.

She's, uh, she's very--
she's very bright.

You sure about that?

Yeah, she's a,
she's fantastic actress,
as well.

Roger:
Let me tell you something
about Kimberly Joyce.

Last year, her freshman year,
she took a standard I.Q. test,

obliterated
all school records.

Nobody believed it.

They figured
she was cheating,

so they made her
take it again.

She scored even higher.

Made her take it
a third time.

Guess what happened
on the third time?

Her test
broke the computer.

It broke...
she scored that high?

No, she didn't.

She penciled in
those little circles
to spell "fuck you."

Does that break
the computer?

My point is this:

you have brains like that, you have the face of an angel,

throw in a ripe little pubescent body bursting out of that uniform...

Percy:
Uh-huh.

...that spells trouble.

Percy:
Okay.

The Devil wears a gray skirt, my friend,

and her name is Kimberly Joyce.

Earlier this week, uh,
in detention,

I could have sworn
she was coming on to me.

Of course
she was coming on to you.

Do you want to know why
she was coming on to you?

'Cause she knows that
you can't do anything
about it, that's why.

I mean, forget English, math, science.

For them, high school
is all cock-teasing 101.

And I got news for you.

Those two are on
the honor role.

I mean, look at 'em.
Look at 'em over there.

Whispering. Giggling.

You know exactly what they're saying, too.

Mmm, Brittany,

God, Mr. Nicholl
is so sexy.

I mean, he's got such a cute ass.

You know, one time
I saw Mr. Nicholl

when he thought
I wasn't looking.

He picked
a booger out of his nose,
and then he ate it.

Ew!

You know what, Perc?
Any moment now,
they're going to walk by,

and they're going to
bat their eyelashes,
and they're going to wave.

Just the fingers,
not the hand.

And they're
going to expect us

to respond like
big drooling lapdogs,

which, ordinarily,
we would.

But guess what?
Not today.

Because it ends
right now.

We're going to give them
the barest of acknowledgment.

A simple head nod,
if they're lucky.

Tonight, they're going
to lie in bed, wide awake,

and they're going
to wonder why.

They're going to wonder,
"Where has my power gone?"

Hi, Mr. Anderson.

Hi, Mr. Nicholl.

- Hi, girls.
- Hi, girls.

[ sighs ]

God damn it.

Show me, where is it?
Come on.

What, d-do you not
speak English?

Come on, show me.
Where is it?

What? Just show me
where Palestine is?

What's going on?
Randa, are you okay?

All I'm asking is
she locate Palestine
on a map. Okay?

Come on, show me.
Where is it?

I mean, where is it?

She can't show me.

'Cause there never
has been,

and there never will be
any country called Palestine.

Josh Horowitz, I think
it's really low of you

to bring divisive politics
into this food fair,

when the purpose of it
was to foster
a spirit of togetherness

among Roxbury's
international community,

as well as to raise money
for the drama club.

Yeah? Well, forgive me,
but, you know, you were
kind of tempting fate

by putting Israel
next to Palestine.

I mean, what kind of
fucking diplomacy is that?

God help us if you
ever become U.N. leader.

It'd be like
World War III.

Well, I don't want
to become a U.N. leader,

I want to become
an actress, so there.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
you'll be a good one,

because right now
you're acting like a bitch.

[ laughs ]

What are you
laughing at, Sudan?

And, Josh, at least my dad
isn't a money-grubbing
Jew shyster

who lets criminals
go free.

Oops.

Rewind.

It seems like you
run a tight ship here.

Oh, yes,
a very tight ship.
The parents pay handsomely.

They should
expect nothing less.

Can you tell us, say, about
a typical complaint you might
field from a parent?

No, complaints are few
and far between
at Roxbury.

I'm sorry, but we're
going to have to end
this conversation today.

If there's anything you need,
don't hesitate to ask.
I like your suit.

- Thanks again.
- Cut.

Lesbian bitch!

I know exactly
what's going on here.
They gave her a puff piece,

she resents it,
and she's digging for dirt.

God knows,
she'll find it around here.

Uh, Charles, you--
you wanted to see me
about something?

I want you to replace
Kimberly Joyce in the play.
Find a new lead.

I can't do that.
She's the best actress

in the school.
We go up in two weeks.

Well, I'm sorry,

but we can't have
our Anne Frank running around

making anti-Semitic remarks.

That's a level of irony

I just don't want
to have happening
under this roof.

I-- I'm sure
she didn't mean anything
by it, Charles.

They're just kids,
after all.

Percy, replace her.

Now is not the time
to court controversy.

Very well.

And another thing,

be extra careful
to behave yourself.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

[ door closes ]

We will not tolerate
racial slurs at Roxbury.

Now, you can use them
at any other time,

at home, at the mall,
at rock 'n' roll concerts,

but when you're under my roof,
you will respect the heritage

of every student
and faculty member.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

The ironic thing
is my dad isn't even
tight with money.

I mean,
he owns three sports cars,

and he just bought me
this rare,

expensive kind of dog
that only eats tuna fish.

Okay, Josh,
you've had your say.

Kimberly, is there anything
that you'd like to
tell Mr. Horowitz?

I don't know
what came over me.

My dad is
something of a racist,

and I tend to pick things
up at home.

Hmm.

Always starts
with the parents, doesn't it?

But still,
I do think that you owe
Mr. Horowitz an apology.

I'm sorry about what I said
about your dad.

It's okay.
You were partly right.

My dad does let
criminals go free.

He's really good at it.

Potato latke?

Too fattening.

They're yummy.

Okay. Well, I'm glad
we could smooth that over.

Why don't you two
just hurry on
back to class now?

I'm sorry, Kimberly,
my hands are tied
on this one.

Oh, no, Mr. Anderson,
you can't do this.

Playing Anne Frank
means so much to me!

I know.

You know, right before
my brother Sean left

for "Operation Iraqi Freedom,"

he gave me a present.

Do you know what it was?

No.

"The Diary of Anne Frank."

[ laughs ]

Come on,
do you really expect me
to believe that?

I'm not
going to forget this.

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

You're being really cool
about this, Kimberly.

I thought you might be mad.

Don't be silly.

I wouldn't let a play
ruin our friendship.

I'm glad.

Kimberly:
Then I helped Brittany
dye her hair

because, as you know,
Anne Frank wasn't a blonde.

Yes, I do know that,
but thank you.

Let me ask you
something, Kimberly.
Didn't it make you angry

when Mr. Anderson told you he was replacing you with Brittany Wells?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Look at that,
she doesn't know.

Well, thank God I know.

Didn't you want
to get back at him?

- Uh, no.
- No?

Miss Joyce, isn't it possible
that you are infatuated
with Mr. Anderson?

Isn't it possible
that you were
trying to seduce him?

And that you thought
that the play

might even bring you
closer to him?

Ew! No.

Hold that thought.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I now present to you,
exhibit A.

Your honor.

An essay,
written by you, Miss Joyce,

during detention
with Mr. Anderson

as punishment
for talking during his class.

An essay that you read out loud, as per his request.

Isn't this correct, Miss Joyce?

Kimberly:
Yes, that's correct.

Yes. That's what I thought.

Do me a favor, would you?

Read that out loud to the court.

Okay, but I'm kind of
embarrassed.

Embarrassed? Well, well, well.

Why are you embarrassed, Kimberly?

I wanted to get
it done quickly,

and I-- I didn't do
a very good job.

I mean, I just, you know,
want to let the court know

that this essay does not
necessarily reflect
my writing abilities.

Nobody cares about
your writing abilities,
Kimberly.

Just read your essay, please.
Thank you.

"Why I deserve
to be punished.

I have misbehaved.

Some adjectives
that could be used
to describe my behavior...

...include bad,

naughty,
mischievous, nasty...

...and downright
inconsiderate.

I should know better
than to talk in class.

My mother always taught me
not to talk too much,
and when I did...

...she used to spank me.

She'd spank me so hard
that it hurt.

In conclusion,
I have learned my lesson,

and I promise not
to misbehave in the future.

But if I do,

I will gladly
accept any punishment

you choose to hand down."

So, that's it. I'm done.
Can I go?

Uh, yeah.

- Goodie.
- Yeah.

Uh, I'll-- that's, uh...
I'll take that.
That stays here.

[ sighs ]

That's it, I'm done.
Can I go?

One moment, your honor.

What the fuck was
that supposed to prove?

It wasn't anything
like that.

I swear to God,
it's all in the delivery,
Roger.

[ clears throat ]

Miss Joyce, um,
do me a favor, would you?

Would you read that
again, please?

And this time I'd love for you
to do it seductively.
All right?

Just try to
make the words, uh, sexy.

You want me
to act sexy for you,
Mr. Nicholl?

Mr. Nicholl?

Some leeway,
please, your honor.

Very well.

Miss Joyce,
would you please try
and do what he asks?

Please,
I appreciate that.

[ sighs ]

Okay, look, I'm really trying,
but I don't know
how to be sexy.

I mean, I'm only 15!

- [ crying ]
- It's okay, it's okay, dear.

Mr. Nicholl, if you have no more questions, then court is adjourned,

and we'll continue
this tomorrow.

[ gavel pounds ]

[ crying ]

Are you all right,
dear?

[ breathing heavily ]

[ lips smacking ]

[ moans ]

[ sighs ]

Bet you've never seen
one like that before.

Silly boy, over 60% of guys
are circumcised.

Oh, right.

I like it. It's cute.

It is?

Yes, and you're cute.

- I am?
- Yes.

So did you ask him?

No.

Josh, you said you would.

I know, I will.
I-- I just...

It doesn't make sense to me.
I don't understand why.

It doesn't have
to make sense.

All that matters is
that I want you to.

It would make me happy.

You want to make me happy,
don't you, Josh?

Of course I do,
you're amazing.

Friedman:
Miss Azzouni, now,

you were also present
at this detention in question,
were you not?

Yes.
I finished writing my essay
before Kimberly.

Mr. Anderson took me
in the other room
to discuss it.

I'm sorry? Another room?

Um, there is a small room
beside Mr. Anderson's
classroom

separated by glass.

Wow!

Randa, I'm going to
be honest with you.

This essay
is unintelligible.

You just...

well, you just
can't write competently
in the English language.

Now, what are we going
to do about that, hmm?

I'm going to let you in
on a little secret.

It's not fashionable
to send your kids
to a place like this anymore.

Elitism is out.
You want to be a good
Hollywood liberal,

you send your kids
to a public school.

A safe public school,
mind you,

but one where they can mingle
with the common people.

Meanwhile, this relic
of an institution
grows every year

more and more dependent
on wealthy immigrants
like yourself

from countries where elitism
is still very much in,

to the point where there is
a not-so-subtle pressure

being exerted
on people like me

to go easy
on people like you.

Well, had you gotten
virtually any other teacher
at this school,

they'd probably
turn a blind eye
to sentences like:

"I must not
speaking in class."

Now, I know what
you're thinking right now.

You're sitting there,
loathing me right now,
aren't you?

Because good grades
are very important
to your parents.

They're vitally important.

[ sighs ]

What are we going to do
about that?

[ sighs ]

If your compositional skills
don't improve within
the next year,

I will have no trouble
failing you.

All right?
Do I make myself clear?

Look at me.

Now, I know that
there's a brain here,

underneath
this piece of cloth.

And when...

Now, here's what
we're going to do.

And do you recall

uh, any of the details
of this discussion?

Uh, I do not recollect
the details. No.

That's okay.

Tell me,
do you remember anything

Mr. Anderson said to you

during that discussion, anything at all?

Um, well,
one thing I remember is...

that he told
an off-color joke.

An off-color joke?

Mr. Anderson...

told you an off-color joke.

Could you repeat it
for us, please?

Um, how does an Arab

impregnate his wife?

How?

She lies upon the bed,

he ejaculates upon the wall,

and the rest of the duties

are left to the flies.

[ laughs,
clears throat ]

And what happened next,
Miss Azzouni?

Then he said,

"Now I'm going to touch you
on your boobs."

Boobs? I-- I-- I would
never say "boobs"!

I'm--
I'm an English teacher.

Breasts,
I would say breasts--

Mr. Anderson,

Mr. Anderson,
restrain yourself.

Friedman: I, uh, I have no further questions, your honor.

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Nicholl,

you may begin
your cross-examination.

All right, okay.
Thank you, your honor.

[ exclaims ]

Yeah.

Good stuff.

Miss Azzouni,

engage me here a little bit,
would you?

I'm just curious.

Which hand did Mr. Anderson

allegedly fondle you with?

Both hands.

Both hands?

No more questions.

I'm nervous about
testifying tomorrow.

I'm not very good
under pressure.

Well, all you got to do
is tell the truth, right?

Right.

So what's there
to be nervous about?

Kimberly and Randa,
they already did
a good job on the stand.

Especially Kimberly.

Man, she was amazing.

Well,

I'm not Kimberly, okay?

This whole thing is really
scary for me, with the judge
and all the lawyers.

I'm starting to think
it was a bad idea.

What? No, hey.

Hey, hey.

What Mr. A did to you,
to all of you,

was wrong.

Right?

You're right.

Baby?

Yeah?

Did it make you sad
when Kimberly
broke up with you?

You mean,
when I broke up with her.

No, when she
broke up with you,

'cause you weren't ready
to have sex.

What? No way.

Wait, is that
what she told you?

What, that's not
the way it went?

No.

No, it's not even close.

What do you mean?

What happened?

[ sighs ]
Well,

I heard something...

that...

kind of freaked me out,

and to be honest with you,
it was kind of
making me look bad.

One night, I was over
at Kimberly's house,

and she came out
of the bathroom

and started doing
this nasty little dance.

Kimberly, stop it.
Kimberly.

What's the matter, baby?

You don't like what you see?

Warren Prescott told me
what he did to you.

[ scoffs ]

Are you going to believe
everything that Warren says?

I believe this.

Okay.

Assuming that it's true,

why is that a problem?

If you're good,
I'll let you go
where Warren went.

No, that is not cool,
Kimberly.

I don't take some loser's
sloppy seconds, all right?

And I don't want to be
with some dirty little whore.

What did you say to me?

You heard me.

Slut.

[ breathing heavily ]

Troy: So that was it, I walked out.

Wow.

She never told me that.

It doesn't matter.

Everything happens
for a reason.

I mean, even when
I was with Kimberly,

I always had a thing for you.

You know how I used
to look at you.

I can't help
but think she knew that.

She's probably
just really embarrassed.

You're right.

And she really
is being pretty brave
about this whole thing.

Actually,
I think you should just
follow her example.

You're as brave as she is.

Like Kimberly Joyce
and Randa Azzouni before you,

you have outlined
a disturbing

pattern of repeated

sexual assault and harassment

on the part of the defendant,
your teacher,

Mr. Anderson.

Now,

I have to ask you,

why did you take so long
to come forward?

We were scared.

We were ashamed.

And what finally made you
break your silence?

When he decided to do it
in front of everybody.

"Decided to do it
in front of everybody."

Could you repeat for us

the incident that drove
you over the edge?

It was at drama club,

after school on a Friday.

Percy:
Lee Strasberg,
of the famed Actors Studio

used to stress the importance
of being able to perform

uh, private moments on stage.

Now,

acting is about
opening yourself up.

It is about freeing yourself
from shame,

reticence, inhibition.

It's about
laying yourself bare.

So, Brittany,

I want you to show me

your private moment.

- Private moment?
- Yes, private moment.

Something that you would do
only in complete privacy.

Something that no one else
would ever see you do.

Now, I want you
to take a moment.

Think about what that is.

Then, when you have it,

show me.

[ sighs ]

I--
I don't want to do that.

Do you want to be Anne Frank?

Do you want to be our lead?

Yes, but I-- I...

All right then, do it.
Stop whining and do it.

Well, what-- what's
he doing here?

Roger, what are you...

Nobody's here, Brittany.
That's the point.

None of us are here.
You're-- you're alone,

by yourself...

uh...

Close your eyes.
All right?

Imagine yourself

in the privacy
of your own room,

the door is locked,
it's closed.

Windows are shut.

Curtains are drawn.

You're all alone.

It's just you.

You're all alone.

It's just you.

It's just you.

[ gasps ]

I can't do this.

- No way!
- Brittany! Brittany!

Uh, that was very good.

You know, Anne Frank
had nowhere to run.

So,

you can stay here
and act like a professional,

or are you going
to run and cry,
like a little girl?

I am a little girl,
you fucking pervert!

Pervert.

[ sobbing ]

Shh.

I have no more questions,
your honor.

Judge: Very well. Court is adjourned till Monday.

[ gavel pounds ]

[ phone rings ]

- Hello?
- Kimberly, hi, it's Barry.

Hi, Barry.

I haven't seen you lately.

Um, I've actually
been thinking.

How can I
put this tactfully?

Barry, I never really
liked you all that much,

and I think
we should break up.

Barry?

It always goes down easy.

What?

That was one of the reasons
why beer is better
than a woman.

Oh.

If it's flat,
you can throw it out.

Okay, Barry, um...

You don't have to wash it
before it tastes good.

I've really got to go, okay?

- It's always wet...
- Barry!

Are you even listening to me?
Did you hear what I said?

Is it another guy?

[ breathing heavily ]

Yeah!

[ moans ]

[ moans ]
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[ sighs ]

I bet you've never
seen one of those, before.

You silly girl,
I have one.

Oh, right.

I like it, it's cute.

Is it?

Yes,

and you're cute.

I am?

Yes.

You're amazing.

I know.

[ knocks ]

Dad?

Busy?

I'm always busy, Josh.

Right.

Um, I was wondering
if I could
ask you something.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Uh, put that down,
that's a memento.

What is it, Josh,
what is it?

I'm sorry.

Look, it's just...

I was wondering
if you could help out
Mr. Anderson.

Mm-hmm.

It's really--
it's tearing me up inside

watching him go
through this trial.

I mean, he's--
he's such a good teacher.

I-- I can't even remember
how many long sessions

that he spent with me
after school, helping me

with my math homework.

I thought Mr. Anderson
was an English
and drama teacher.

Yeah,
but he's really good
at math, too.

Look, Mr. Anderson
couldn't afford five minutes
of my time.

I know that, Dad.

But I was hoping
you could do it pro boner.

"Pro bono," Josh. Latin.

And I don't do pro bono.

But he's innocent, Dad,
these girls
are totally lying.

I got a lot more important cases on my desk

than some high-school tempest in a teapot.

I know that, Dad, but...

look, you know
how you're always
apologizing to me

about how your work
leaves you so little time
to spend with me,

and--and watch me
growing up, and so,
instead, you're always

buying me these rare,
expensive kinds of dogs

that only eat tuna fish?

Well, I think that
if you did this favor
for me, Dad,

it'd go a long way
towards making up for that.

Well, I'll consider it.

Hey.

With the surprise addition
of Larry Horowitz

to Percy Anderson's
defense team,

the Roxbury sex trial
has leapt off
the local pages

and attained
dramatic new proportions.

Today,
the eyes of a nation,

indeed,
of other nations,

will turn
to this courthouse
in Beverly Hills

where Larry Horowitz
will make his
first court appearance.

If one emblematic figure,
above all others,

has emerged
during this trial,

it would have to be
beautiful,

young plaintiff
Kimberly Joyce.

As a woman,

it's difficult
not to feel inspired

by her marching
into court each day,

her chin held high,
her chest...

her chest thrust forward.

A steely determination
in her eyes

like a latter day
Joan of Arc,

going off
to fight in the crusade.

Give me a fucking break.

Other beneficiaries
of the intensified
media attention include me.

[ chuckles ]

You're all so sweet.

Thank you all
for your letters.

And now, to answer
some of your questions.

Francine Whitmore
of Anaheim asks

is this my
natural hair color?

Well, Francine,

a lady doesn't reveal
her beauty secrets.

And, no, James Foster
of Newport Beach,

I'm technically not single.

But don't give up hope,

because you never know
what might happen
in the future.

Shit.

Cut!

Did you get that? Nadine!

Mr. Horowitz,
you may begin
cross-examination.

So I've been thinking.

I've been thinking

that maybe it's about time
we put a stop to him.

Let's begin by talking
about career aspirations.

Randa, as you know,
Brittany and I
want to be actresses.

So where do you see
yourself in 10 years?

I would like to be a doctor,

because I think
it is a good thing
to help society.

I would especially
like to help the poor.

Okay.

Randa, that's really sweet,

but in America,

doctors don't help the poor.

And I hope you're not implying

that actresses
don't help society,

because they often
attend charity events,

and, you know,
appear in films

that have important
social messages.

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to...

It's okay.

I just hope
that me and Brittany

can persuade you
to change your mind.

Being a doctor requires an awful lot of schooling,

whereas the wonderful thing about being an actress is

you don't have
to study at all.

All it takes is talent,
determination,

and sleeping with some people
who you otherwise wouldn't.

And the edge.

Kimberly:
Yes.

Brittany and I
often talk about the edge.

See, unfortunately,
we're not the only aspiring
actresses in this town.

It's filled to the brim
with competition,

most of whom
are equally talented

and equally as beautiful,

and equally as promiscuous.

So you need something
to separate yourself
from the pack.

You need the edge.

This leads us to Mr. Anderson.

It does?

Yes.

Randa,

what's the greatest thing about this country?

Sylvester Stallone?

No.

The greatest thing about this country is freedom.

And one of those freedoms

is that anybody
can sue anybody

at any time, over anything.

And even if your case
is completely unfounded
and you lose,

you can still tarnish
someone's reputation forever.

You want to sue
Mr. Anderson?

The timing's perfect.

That lesbian
reporter's roaming

the hallowed halls
of Roxbury.

What if something
explosive happened

during what was supposed to be

an innocuous little puff piece?

Something like

sexual assault charges?

Do you suppose
that the main players

might be subject
to an enormous amount
of media exposure?

Do you suppose
that it might jump start
their acting careers?

Okay, what's
the worst-case scenario?

We lose the case,
we still get famous,

and Mr. Anderson
has to live with the stigma
for the rest of his life.

The rest of his life?

Brittany,
don't pussy out on me.

Look, he's failing Randa.

He canned me from the play.

We all know
what he did to you.

You said
you wanted to burn him.

And the way I see it,
he's already doused himself
in gasoline.

All we have to do
is strike a match.

Will Mr. Anderson
be fired?

In all likelihood, yes.

Then I am in.

Bonus.

[ clears throat ]

Wo-would we have to,
like, testify?

Probably not.

These things
never go to trial.

'Cause you know
I'm no good under pressure.

Mr. Horowitz,
you may begin
cross-examination.

Miss Wells...

Okay! Okay! It's all a lie,
every word is a lie!

But it was Kimberly's idea!

We were just mad
at Mr. Anderson.
We wanted to get back at him!

Aah!

Oops.

Rewind?

Cocktails.

[ people clamoring ]

You lying,

backstabbing,

two-faced little cunt!

Hi, Emily.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

Do you have any idea
how many victims,

how many real victims
of sexual harassment

have just lost
all credibility
in the public eye?

How many are
going to be afraid
to come forward now?

How many are
going to continue
to suffer in silence

all because of this
asinine little stunt
you've pulled?

I don't know, Emily.
How many?

I'm going to bury you.

I beg to differ.

While all the other
little pundits
with microphones

are going to be clamoring
for my head on a stick,

the most popular
and influential reporter
in town

is going to be marching
to quite the different drum.

You are going to be
my lone champion,

my staunch defender,
my dyke in shining armor.

And why would I
want to do that?

Because if you don't,
I'll go right to
your news director

and tell him exactly
where his favorite
little bloodhound

had been digging
for milk bones.

As far as lapses in
journalistic integrity go,

I'd say that munching
underage rug

is way the hell up there.

Wouldn't you?

Like he's going
to believe you.

Everyone knows
you're a liar now.

I have proof.

[ scoffs ]

What did you do?
Did you videotape us?

Do you know I thought
that you were like
I was in high school?

A loner, smarter
than everyone else,

just misunderstood.
But you're not.

My God,
you're just another
one of the mean ones

who called me names,
who made my life miserable.

My God, you're just
another one of those.

Okay, Emily,
listen carefully.

That is the sound
of me not caring.

I gotta go.

You used me.

Oh, ditto, sister.

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? My God.

You have brought
shame upon this family.

So much shame,
I cannot express.

In part,
I blame this country.

Its influence.

Its moral decay.

Perhaps it was a mistake
to come here.

But you should have
enough strength to resist.

That's how we raised you.

Look at me
when I'm talking to you!

You should have
more than enough strength!

Today is as if
I have no daughter!

Get up!

Emily:
The disgraced students
arrived at school today

after the end of classes
to collect their belongings.

The three girls have been
suspended indefinitely,

while the school decides
on disciplinary action.

The DA's office
revealed yesterday

that all charges
against Percy Anderson
have been dropped.

Troy: I can't believe you lied.

Brittany:
Troy...

Don't touch me!

I cannot believe you were up there in court

saying all those disgusting things about Mr. Anderson.

I can't believe you made all that up.

What kind of person are you?

But the thing in drama,
that was true.
You were there.

My God, Brittany,

he was trying to help you.

You just throw it back
in his face.

Troy,
please don't be mad.

Mad?

I don't want
to look at you anymore.

You disgust me.

You know, I thought
you were different, Brittany.

But you're not.

We're through.

[ crying ]

Does it feel bad?

Like a hundred little cuts
all over your body?

You wanna just
crawl in the dirt
and stay there

where no one can see,
don't you?

Look on the bright side,
Brittany.

As an actress,

whenever you
need to feel pain...

you can look back
on this moment.

You can bottle it up
and keep it forever.

[ sobbing ]

- Hurry up.
- [ machine beeps ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You have any metal on you?

Jewelry, earrings,
anything like that?

Ah, see, there you go.

Every day
we go through this.

All right, you sure
you got everything now?

Everything.
All right, go ahead.

Try it one more time.

Come on through.

- [ beeps ]
- Ooh. Okay. All right. Um,

I'm going to have to ask you
to remove your...

Is there a problem here?

This is part
of our religion.

Yeah, I understand
it's religious,
but the machine...

Sir, I don't care
about your machine.

She is here
to get her books.

Okay, fine, go.
You two, stay. Go.

Joe: Just trying to do my job, sir...

Mr. Azzouni:
I understand.

All right.

[ gun fires, thud ]

[ violin playing ]

Hank: Will you shut the fuck up?

Enough already! Come on!

Fuck me.

Will you stop it?!

- [ violin continues ]
- Okay.

Bobo, come here.
Where's the fucking dog? Hey!

Shit! Bobo!

Hey!

Hello?
I'm trying to think in here.

I'm trying to do
a little work in here!

Hello?

Does anybody think about me?

Huh?

Enough already with
the Ludwig-van-fucking-Mozart
crap!

Hank: Can you hear me think in there?

I got a job to do!
I've got work to do!

Stop it.

Stop, stop, stop!

Fuck me in the ass.
I'm trying to work!

Do you not pay attention
to anything but yourself?

She shouldn't
have done that.

Who?

Oh, the diaper head.

Well, maybe somebody
should have given

just a little
bit more thought

to the consequences
of their action.

Have you any idea,
this little charade
you cooked up,

how it's made me look, huh?

I'm sorry about
your business, Daddy.

Oh, thank you.
I feel so much better.

But I bet you have
a lot more free time
now, right?

Free time?
[ laughs ]

She thinks I'm gonna spend
the free time with her.

Can you fucking imagine?

Why would I want
to spend any more time

than I have to
with a manipulative

little twat, like you!

You crazy? Huh?

You got a fuzzy
little brain in your head,
explain it to her.

Why would I
want to do that?

You know, there was a time...

When I actually thought
I could protect you.

It just seems so long ago.

[ clears throat ]

Well-- fuck me. Cocksuckers.
I'm through with that now.

Okay? It's over.

You can do whatever you want.
I don't care!

You want to join
a rock band, fine.
Go ahead.

Become a hooker,
get pregnant, huh,
do drugs, here.

Here's a little something
to get you started.

Come on, you are
such a good little man,

I'm going to treat
your fuzzy little nose.

And you are just like
your fuckin' mother,

a cunt.

Come on.

I don't even like this kind,
you asshole!

Then shove 'em up your ass!

Bobo, come on with Daddy!

Come on, Bobo.

Woman on TV:
I just think it's horrible

what they put
that poor man through.

You have to wonder
what kind of homes
these girls are coming from.

I mean, what kind of parents
could raise

such horrible
little monsters?

Who knows
where she got the gun?

I mean,
accessibility to firearms

is one of the main problems
facing the youth
of society today.

- [ phone ringing ]
- Hold on, I got a call.

So you'll forgive me,
loyal viewers,
if I don't clap my hands

and join in on another round
of "blame the victim."

To my eyes, Kimberly Joyce
will always be innocent,

and more than that,
she will be
an American heroine.

The blood...

[ with mouth full ]
Kimberly Joyce tried out

for the part of Marie-France,
didn't she?

Yeah.

Didn't stand out.

It's never too late.

Lisa, I need you to
find Kimberly Joyce.

[ knocking on door ]

Girlfriend.

Hey. Kathy let me in.

I'm sorry
I haven't called in ages.

I've just been really busy.

Did I tell you
I'm moving to my mom's?

I was talking
to Josh Horowitz.

Yeah?

Um, he told me
something.

I've been trying
to wrap my head around
what it means, but I can't.

What did he tell you,
Brit?

He said you asked him
to ask his father
to represent Mr. Anderson.

And if that's true,

the only thing
it could possibly mean

is that
you wanted me to confess.

So I was trying
to think why.

But I couldn't find
an answer.

Well, maybe you should think
a little harder.

Was all this really
just to get famous?

To get your face on TV?
To be on that stupid show?

Partly.

Because you're the only one
who got famous.

Kimberly,
everyone's already
forgotten about me.

Don't sweat it, hon.

Fame is overrated.

It's so fleeting, you know?

Heartbreak,

on the other hand...

heartbreak lasts forever.

Oh, my God.

Troy?

You're not his perfect
little angel anymore, are you?

Oh, no.

Now,
you're a dirty little whore

just like me.

I've turned you into me.

You mean, all of this...

everything was about a boy?

Not very original, granted.

But you know
that green-eyed monster

can be a real bitch.

You never wanted
to be Anne Frank, did you?

Oh, yes, I did.

And then I wanted to get fired, establish a motive,

make everybody think I had something against Mr. Anderson.

Then a little accidental racial slur,

and everything
fell into place.

I mean, my God, Brittany,

it's like the whole world
is this orchestra,
and I'm the conductor.

I thought
you were my friend.

I was.

But you stole my boyfriend,
Brittany.

But, Kimberly, Randa...

Randa died because of this!

Every war has its casualties.

Just ask my brother.

Oh, my God.

You're a fucking psycho.

Some things
I borrowed from you.

I never want to speak
to you or see you again.

You psycho!

[ laughs ]

Oh, Cody, you are almost as funny as Jerry Lewis.

Really?

That's sweet, man.

I feel like
I'm going to cry
more than my mom

at the end of "Beaches."

Yeah, laugh it up.
Go time.

Whoa!

[ laughing ]

Man: Just like shooting the ducks in a carnival, you know?

They go by in a line, one at a time,

and you've got your little rifle.

Bam, bam, bam.

[ people clamoring on TV ]

Reporter:
Surely, you must have
something to say?

Mr. Azzouni:
My family came here
for American dream.

We only found nightmare.

Reporter:
What do you have to say?

- You killed Kenny.
- You bastard!

Wow, I guess you can light
a fart on fire, huh?

But I have nothing for you.

Cody: Ah, no, it's-- it's cool,

don't worry about it.

Wait a moment, maybe I do.