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[PINK MARTINI'S "QUE SERA SERA"]

- ? When I was just a little girl ? - _

? I asked my mother ?

? "What will I be? ?

? ?

? "Will I be pretty? ?

? Will I be rich?" ?

? Here's what she said to me ?

? "Que sera, sera ?

? "Whatever will be, will be ?

? "The future's not ours to see ?

? Que sera, sera" ?

? ?

? Que sera, sera ?

? Whatever will be, will be ?

? The future's not ours to see ?

? Que sera, sera ?

? ?

? Que sera, sera ?

? Whatever will be, will be ?

? The future's not ours to see ?

? Que sera, sera ?

[GUNSHOT FIRES]

? What will be, will be ?

? ?

? Que sera, sera ?

[INTENSE POP MUSIC]

? ?

? Comin' for you ?

? Oh! ?

? Comin' for you ?

? Bang, bang ?

? ?

? Oh! ?

[WOMAN VOCALIZING]

[BUS HISSES]

[ETHEREAL ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

[MOODY ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

_

[SECURITY GATES BEEPING]

"Dear diary: Yesterday's lunchtime poll asked, 'Who are you?'

And the weird thing is,

everyone at Westerburg had an answer.

The jock table all said they were brave,

the gay nerd table all said they were true,

and the slut table all said they were open.

"When it finally came my turn, Heather C.

turned to me and said... "

Well, come on, Veronica.

Who are you?

"And I told her...

I didn't know.

So she answered for me.

She said I was once a basic-cable bitch,

but now, with her help, I'm actually...

- [SCHOOL BELL RINGING] - Really just... "

Who is Veronica Sawyer?

Who am I?

Uh... I don't know,

I mean, I... I guess...

I'm a good person.

Good person?

Veronica!

Good person's not gonna cut it.

We are trying for Ivy leagues here.

They need to know your identity.

Your brand.

What makes Veronica...

[WHISPERS] Veronica.

I'm loyal. I think...

I think I'm a good friend.

[EXHALES NOISILY]

- I'm half Jewish. - It's not the '80s, Veronica.

I suppose we can try for Remington.

What? No. Remington?

That's... no, I... I have a 4.2,

and I got a 1510 on my SATs.

By any chance, are you a hermaphrodite?

- No. - Damn.

Look, it's all about the personal essay now.

And it's called "personal"

because they need to know who you are.

Well, I mean, I'm 17, isn't it kind of the point

that I don't know who I am yet?

No, Veronica, it's not the point.

Not in today's market.

Look, just give me something

so I can help you.

Fine. Uh... what about this?

Veronica Sawyer is literally nothing.

[MOODY ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

Hi, Veronica!

Hey! Betty.

Um...

Hey, sorry that I... I missed your recital.

Oh, you didn't miss anything. It was awful.

Come on. Don't say that.

Oh, my God.

Is that us from third grade?

You always had to be blue.

Veronica, Heather Chandler is looking for you.

[MOODY FINGER SNAPS]

Well, duty calls.

? ?

Even when I wanted to be blue.

[DJ SHADOW'S "NOBODY SPEAK"]

? ?

? Picture this, I'm a bag of dicks ?

? Put me to your lips, I am sick ?

? I will punch a baby bear in his shit ?

? Give me lip, I'ma send you to the yard ?

? Get a stick, make a switch ?

? I can end a conversation real quick ?

? I am crack, I ain't lyin' ?

? Kick a lion in his crack, I'm the shit ?

? I will fall off in your crib ?

? Take a shit, pinch yo' mama on the booty ?

? Kick your dog, fuck your bitch ?

? Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa ?

? And took pictures with your kids ?

? We the best, we will cut a frowny face ?

? In your chest, little wench ?

? I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch ?

? Get correct, I will walk into a court ?

? While erect, screaming, "Yes! ?

? I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death!" ?

? ?

? Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey ?

? ?

? Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey ?

? Nobody speak ?

? ?

? Nobody speak ?

? ?

? Nobody speak, nobody get choked ?

? ?

Well, suck my third nipple.

If it isn't Veronica Sawyer four minutes late.

Yeah, sorry, I got cornered by Fleming.

- How Banana Republic. - It's ironic, Heather.

We're not doing irony anymore. Keep up.

Now, you won't believe what Heather spotted.

It's so gorgeous-tragic, you'll die.

So, I was walking through B-Hall, and...

God, Heather, are we already making this about you?

Everyone's saying Heather Chandler is gonna confront Ram.

I love her.

She was amazing in "Our Town."

Hey, Heather, my parents are away, and I'm having...

Don't.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

Ram. Where's Kurt?

Anyway, what does your shirt say, Ram?

[MOODY FINGER SNAPS]

It says Remington Squaws.

Yeah.

Stand up.

[SUSPENSEFUL ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

"Squaws"?

Don't you think that's a bit offensive?

Dylen Lutz is 1/16 First Nations peoples.

Uh, it's cool. Honestly, I didn't even notice.

This isn't about you, qwat.

? ?

Take off the shirt, jock.

? ?

Right here?

Did Heather stutter? Take it off, now.

No, okay, come on, Heather, just leave him alone.

Why are you being such hose trash right now, Veronica?

- You gotta take off your... - I'm not...

If we don't call out the literal Auschwitz of hate

that goes on at Westerburg on a daily basis,

then who will?

? ?

Take it off.

? ?

Now, how does it feel to be a part of the 21st century?

Cold.

Now, for your penance,

I need you to go ask Jesus Julie if she'll do anal with you.

- Oh! - Oh, my God.

Jesus Julie? No. No. No way.

Do it, or I post this to my 245,000 followers,

several of whom literally write for blogs in New York and LA.

Which means your racist ass

will be a viral casualty by fifth period.

And then say good-bye to whatever

date-rapey scholarship you're getting from Remington, Ram.

- Yeah, Ram. - Shut up, Heather.

Yeah, shut up, Heather.

Heather, only I tell Heather "shut up."

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

? ?

[GROANS AND LAUGHTER]

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

I'm gonna get a soda.

Meet the new boss.

Same as the old boss. Your friends are...

That same great high school bitch taste

you've come to hate but now... in a new,

environmentally friendly packaging.

So why do you hang out with them?

It's high school.

Why do we do anything that we do?

Fair point.

I'm JD.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Transferred from Washington,

after you got kicked out of Jefferson.

And now I'm here at Westerburg,

where the only thing that's changed

is the number of metal detectors.

I like your whole rebel thing.

I'm not a rebel, Veronica.

Okay.

So what are you then?

'Cause everybody's gotta be something.

Do they? I'm white. I'm black.

I'm pro-gun. I'm queer. I'm post-queer.

I'm a post-queer, pro-gun Latino.

Blah, blah, blah. Look.

Despite the box we check on our college applications,

my dear, we still all end up worm food

in that great Corn Nut landfill in the sky.

? ?

So you checked off "overdramatic loser"?

Take a look around, Ms. Sawyer.

What do you see?

An entire generation raised to love

and accept ourselves no matter what,

without ever realizing that sometimes,

a little self-hatred is good for the soul.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

How just.

- Mm. - Mm.

? ?

JD?

Yeah, he's new.

And I'm sure I'd let him suck me off,

but Veronica, he's in high school.

Hey! No girls in the girls restroom!

What do you think?

You know, what if the next truly revolutionary thing

was just to be totally normal?

God, Veronica.

How come you're always Snape-ing everyone's jizz?

Come on, I'll buy you a slushy.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

Yeah, the thing about LeBron's game is,

it's actually more of an all-around game,

whereas Steph Curry's just a shooter.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Ugh. Oh. The mix is off.

Yeah, well, I told you to get blue.

? ?

Oh. My. Clit.

Is that Heather McNamara with... with Mr. Waters?

Heather Chandler is going to shit herself skinny

when she finds out our black lesbian friend

is actually only black.

No, Heather, don't send that to Heather.

I'm not a monster, Veronica. God.

? ?

[OLD-TIMEY MUSIC]

? ?

Eight million refugees.

What a shame.

Look at that poor, poor dog.

? ?

Ugh.

? ?

[HORN HONKS]

Great hummus, but... I gotta Tesla.

How come I can never get these little boxes to go away?

It's 'cause you're an idiot, Dad.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

You two.

Oh. Did you see this cat?

? ?

Your first Koenig party.

Now, seriously, Veronica, half the guys here

have already been profiled in "Kinfolk,"

so please don't embarrass me.

Yeah, I promise, I'm not gonna act impressed

by anything or anyone.

[UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC]

I need a hot pic in front of this piece.

? ?

Smile.

? ?

Centered? God, you can be such an UGG boot latte sometimes.

? ?

[ECHOING MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

I made you, Veronica.

You were nothing before you met me.

You were a cheerleader.

You were a rich girl.

You were playing croquet with Betty Finn,

and this... this is how you repay me?

? ?

Wake up, Veronica.

Jacob just asked you what you thought of this piece.

I find it to be very "art student."

Well, you guys are all art students, right?

If you're gonna openly be a flooze...

Oh, my God, there's Amita. Amita!

? ?

Hey, do you have a car?

Yeah. Why?

? ?

[MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

Is it any good?

? ?

- _ - No way!

Making it very clear I stopped as soon as I heard the word "no."

How noble.

It was really nice meeting you.

? ?

It's so sculptural.

What is your father wound, Heather?

Veronica!

Can't you see I was talking about art?

No, you posted that pic of Ram wearing the jersey.

[LAUGHS] Isn't it just?

No. His life is gonna be ruined.

Why are you being so toasty, Veronica?

I'm helping him.

Sure, his life will suck for a few weeks,

and maybe he'll lose his scholarship

and won't be able to go to college,

but in the end, he'll realize

that disrespecting disadvantaged people

by wearing that shirt is wrong.

Yeah, I think he got that when you embarrassed him

in the cafeteria, Heather.

[SUSPENSEFUL ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

I let you slide because

you're half Jewish and this is Ohio,

but, news flash, no one cares anymore.

? ?

You know what you are, Veronica?

You're nothing.

Well, at least I'm a good person.

? ?

A good person?

Grow up, Veronica.

? ?

You're Panera.

You're Sbarro.

You're Cheesecake Factory!

? ?

[CROWD GASPS]

? ?

You backbench skange!

No, no, no, that was an accident!

You spilled art all over my brand-new pussy shirt!

Well, then, lick it up, fatty.

Lick... it... up.

? ?

Did you just fat-shame me? In public?

[LAUGHS]

? ?

Once everyone hears about this, you're history.

Delete your Snapchat, delete your Instagram,

download a fire extinguishing app,

because Veronica Sawyer is about to get flamed.

? ?

"Dear diary: I know what you're thinking.

'Calm down, Veronica. It's only high school.

It doesn't mean anything.'

But you don't know what it's like nowadays.

Anything she posts about me will be cement.

Every school, every job I apply to,

every guy I meet for the next 10,000 years,

will all know me as the girl

who fat-shamed Heather Chandler!

I mean, congrats, society: we've given

a random high school senior in Sherwood, Ohio,

more power than... William Randolph Hearst!

God, why did I call her a fatty?

"I just wish Heather Chandler would die

so I can finally be free."

[WINDOW SHUFFLES]

Saludes y saludos, my dear.

JD, what are you doing here?

Oh, no, shit, give that... back.

What do you want, JD?

We're young. We're free.

Let's snort Adderall, make out, and get slushies.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

Don't worry about it, Ram.

It will all blow over in a few days.

Hey, I got you some stuff to cheer you up.

Well, thanks, Kurt. Appreciate it.

Mineral water. Thank you.

A candy dish.

A... postcard? Who is this?

It's Joan Crawford.

Okay, uh... "Stud Puppy"?

Oh. That's for me.

[DOOR DINGS]

So where were you before here?

Sherwood, Ohio... Alaska...

Baton Rouge... and now...

back to Sherwood, Ohio...

and anytime, anywhere,

there has always been a Snappy Snack Shack.

I guess, um...

corporate monotony keeps me sane.

So are you, like, a military kid?

Dad's in energy.

Big Bud Oil and Gas.

- Big Bud, like Big Bud Dean? - Mm-hmm.

Like the fracking king of Ohio?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, I think Heather dragged me

to a protest at one of your dad's sites.

And where is Sherwood's most influential teen this evening?

Probably plotting my death.

Yeah. Kind of embarrassed her at a Koenig party tonight.

Congratulations.

No, JD, a Koenig party's a big deal.

Oh, I know.

Bunch of uptight trust fund kids standing around

analyzing the meaning of a pile of dirt.

Actually, Ms. Sawyer,

I bet I can beat a Koenig party.

- Oh, can you? - Yeah.

See, the thing about parties, my dear,

is they're not about location.

They're about who you're with.

And I bet I can throw a better party right here

at Snappy Snack Shack.

Party for two at the Shack?

First thing every good party needs...

Music.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

Next, libations.

How do you take your slushy?

We have... cherry or blue flavor.

- Oh, why, blue favor, please. - Mm.

? ?

And the last thing every good party needs...

? ?

- Atmosphere. - [BUBBLE GUN WHIRRING]

? ?

So what do you think?

I think your party's great, but...

? ?

Let's get out of here?

? ?

[EERIE ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

JD, why are we at Heather's house?

We sneak in, put the hat on her head,

snap a quick pic from her phone,

and post it to her accounts with a simple "LOL,"

and walla, Heather Chandler learns

a valuable after-school lesson.

Where'd you get all this crap?

Dad collects it.

Says it reminds him of a simpler time.

- Gross. - [CHUCKLES]

What are the pills for?

Schattenselbst pills. They induce vomiting.

Hitler carried them around in case he was poisoned.

In the event we want to make things...

messier.

? ?

Okay, well, Heather's not just gonna

swallow a pill 'cause you ask nicely.

Ah. There is one thing the girl can't resist.

? ?

Yeah, I don't know about this, JD.

Come on, Veronica, don't think of it

like you're hurting Heather Chandler.

Think of it like you're helping everyone else.

? ?

[SUSPENSEFUL ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

It's cool. Her parents are in Tulum.

? ?

? ?

Okay, I'm done, let's just post it

- and get out of here... - Not so fast.

We have to take it from an angle

so that it looks like a selfie.

? ?

And a video for good measure.

? ?

What the queef is this?

? ?

Oh, wow.

I get it.

Prince Harry me as revenge.

Grow up, Veronica.

She told you about her little mishap, right?

I'm sure she's been scribbling about it

in her little diary all night.

? ?

"Dear cruel world: Everyone thinks

I have it so great, but the truth is,

I'm worthless because I'm nothing."

? ?

Give me my phone.

First, a little dare.

? ?

Down this bag in five seconds, and you get your phone back.

I'm not gonna do something

just because you dare me to, Snowden.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I didn't realize the great Heather Chandler

was trying to lose weight.

? ?

How dare you?

? ?

Just give me the Corn Nuts.

? ?

[EXHALES]

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[GAGGING]

[INTENSE STRINGS BUILD]

When's she supposed to throw up?

[EERIE STRING MUSIC]

- Shit. - No, what do you mean?

I gave her the wrong pills. These are German suicide pills.

I must've grabbed the wrong ones.

What?

You just killed my best friend!

- You said you wanted her dead. - Metaphorically!

Oh, my God.

? ?

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna be experimenting with lesbianism

at San Quentin instead of Sarah Lawrence.

I've got it.

We make a suicide vid.

How could anything be more "now"?

No, JD, we've gotta call the police.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?

Look, as sad as it is,

Heather Chandler is already gone.

What is the point in ruining two more lives?

Think of it as a statement.

A little creative editing, and we have ourselves

the perfect example of teenage angst

for our sad, lonely, connected generation.

Dear cruel world,

everyone thinks I have it so great,

but the truth is, I'm worthless

because I'm nothing.

Oh, my God. Why are we doing this?

Okay, but just trim a few seconds.

We'll get more hits if we keep it under ten.

That's my girl.

All right.

Sad face emoji, pill emoji, and post.

Now we just sit back and watch

as the world consumes the tragedy

of Heather Chandler.

No, JD, what we just did is wrong.

Don't you get that?

Semantics, my dear.

We're not avoiding taxes, we're the sharing economy.

We're not destroying jobs, we're disrupting industries.

And we didn't kill Heather Chandler,

we simply offered her a new and exciting

post-life experience.

Babe... young minds like ourselves

can't be expected to know right from wrong

when the people society tells us to admire most

are the very people who've made billions

finding new and innovative ways to rename criminal behavior.

You're so full of it.

Tomayto, tomahto.

Well, come on.

We're gonna be late for school.

[MELANCHOLY ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

[GIRL SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

? ?

_

Did you hear? Heather Chandler

killed herself this morning, and her suicide video

already made the CNN.com homepage!

? ?

And this girl was popular, you say?

Very. Her suicide video has 27 million likes,

and she's only been dead a few hours.

I find the Nazi imagery to be an incredibly powerful

statement about teenage oppression.

I mean, this Heather Chandler girl was pushing a good 200.

Not to mention, the performance was flawless.

Of course, I directed her in "Our Town."

Was she really that fat?

The preferred term is "body positive."

Oh, shut up, Pauline.

Principal Gowan, I suggest that we close the school

for a week, let the media frenzy die down,

and use that time to be with any students

who might need some extra comfort.

So fat kids can be popular now?

Oh, and the damn nerds.

Don't tell me they're popular now too.

And the trans kid.

Th... the blacks had a good run.

Obviously, the gays and Jews are over.

What about the Asian kids? Always liked them.

Never really popped.

Oh, but there is this kid

who's what they call genderqueer

who we find to be very well-liked.

- Is he/she fat? - Rail thin.

All right, well, at least that's comforting.

You know, I have experienced a sickening amount

of intolerance in my life.

Gluten doesn't count, Pauline.

But what I am hearing in this room really takes the cake.

A popular girl is dead.

And Westerburg is under the spotlight.

The "Times": "Shocking Online Death Sparks Discussion."

"Jezebel": "How the Patriarchy Killed Heather Chandler."

I suggest you read that one, David.

The "Drudge Report": "Deceased Obese: Is Hillary to Blame?"

And... the "Post":

"It's SS Suicide for Nazi Fatty."

Well. How come they get to say the word "fat," Pauline?

My point is that we have an opportunity here

to send a message that could reverberate

around the entire planet.

I say we hold a Celebration of Life rally.

- Oh. - After school, in the gym.

Will we be getting overtime?

- [SCHOOL BELL RINGS] - Yeah, yeah, fine.

Pauline, you can organize your little

"woman of the woods" coven, but only during lunch,

because I'm not paying overtime.

I mean, goddamn, she was fat.

[MELANCHOLY ORGAN MUSIC]

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- This is so sad. - I know.

They didn't even use a filter.

No one tells you how to prepare for something like this.

Like... are we supposed to unfollow her now?

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- I gotta practice my eulogy. - Wait.

I... I was gonna give her eulogy.

Heather. You can barely read.

Okay, Heather was my best friend, Heather.

Heather was my best friend, Heather.

I'm giving the eulogy!

Whoever gives this eulogy has the opportunity

to take the reins from Heather, Heather.

And that should be me.

Okay, I... I think Heather would want to be euthanized

by an actual female.

[SCOFFS]

And I think Heather would want to be eulogized

by someone who's actually

a member of the LGBTQQIAAP community.

What?

Where'd you get that?

And post.

[CELL PHONE WHOOPS]

Oh.

I... I'm sorry, Heather.

Looks like now everyone knows your dirty little secret.

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Isn't it just?

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"Dear diary: I know murdering someone

is totally rude, but, then again,

isn't hating on someone for being a murderer

equally as rude?"

No, that reads as if I'm stupid.

[MOODY ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

"Dear diary: JD is right.

I can't be held responsible.

I'm just a poor lovestruck girl

who has been manipulated by a guy into... "

No, that makes me sound like I'm reinforcing gender stereotypes.

? ?

"Dear diary: I don't know why I did what I did,

'cause I'm 17!

There, is that what you want?

I don't know!"

- I'm sorry about Heather... - Oh, hey, Betty.

I know she thought I was a total multi-cam,

but I admired her anyway.

Thanks, Betty.

Hey, you know, maybe you could come over today for a game of croquet?

Like old times?

I'll let you be blue.

I'm busy.

[MELANCHOLY ORGAN MUSIC]

[EXHALES NOISILY]

"Sad face emoji. Pill emoji."

The powerful last words of Heather Chandler.

Many of you may be asking, "How can any of us go on

when even a popular girl can be sad?"

The answer?

We must find someone to blame.

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But blame not Heather Chandler.

Blame her not, for she was a victim

of a society that asked too much of her.

No, instead, we must turn our gaze

to the murderess herself!

Veronica!

[INTENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

To the drugs.

The very drugs that many of you young people

are Molly'd up on at this very moment.

While we may not have proof... mm... she does.

And now a eul-y-ogy.

[DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

Um... my name is Betty Finn.

And... um...

Heather Chandler hated me.

Well, it didn't always start out that way.

Uh, she was my next-door neighbor.

We grew up together.

We played hide-and-seek and braided each other's hair.

But as happens so often, high school came.

She was that fabulous alternative girl

everyone wanted to be...

and I was just...

[STIRRING STRING MUSIC]

Well, a nobody.

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But I don't blame Heather for hating me.

Our society set those rules, not her.

But maybe... maybe we can take this moment

to start chipping away at some of those rules.

[DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

To create a Westerburg where...

where Heathers... and Rams...

[MOODY FINGER SNAPS]

And Bettys... no, and everyone in between,

where we can all be friends!

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So let's take a stand, right here, right now.

Well, go ahead. Stand up!

[CROWD MURMURING IN AGREEMENT]

And let us recognize

that we are all one.

Thank you.

Yeah! Whoo!

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

[BOTH TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

ALL: [CHANTING] Betty! Betty! Betty! Betty!

Betty! Betty! Betty!

[DJ SHADOW'S "NOBODY SPEAK"]

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? Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey ?

? ?

? Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey ?

? ?

? Nobody speak ?

That basic-cable bitch.

Stop using Heather's lines, Heather.

Jesus, Julie, stop being such

a whorn-out human bounce house, and smile.

New boss, meet newer boss.

Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

What I'll remember most

about Heather is... her kindness.

I mean, you don't get to 245,000 followers

unless you're truly a good person.

[CRYING]

I'm Veronica.

Pat�?

Vegetarian.

Of course you are.

"How was work today, pop?"

Oh, great, kids!

Some little pansy journo

who's never had a real job in his life

writes an op-ed piece about fracking is bad for Ohio,

and I gotta haul ass before the goddamn legislature.

Tough times to be a rich white dude, son.

Oh, we'll be fine, pop.

A few campaign contributions,

a couple of well-timed TV spots,

a nighttime visit to his editor's house.

Well, son, your presence here

has been lovely, as usual, but if you don't mind,

my girlfriend and I would like to start

having sexual intercourse now.

It was nice to meet you... Veronica.

"Don't forget to use a condom, son."

Well, he hates me.

He's an acquired taste.

He was pretty normal, actually,

till we had what we refer to as "the incident."

Regular night... Mom... vacuumed,

cooked dinner, set the table,

and then just in time for pops and I to get home,

she doused the whole place in gasoline,

put a bullet in her head.

[SOMBER BELL MUSIC]

I'm so sorry.

Last thing I saw was her waving at me

from the upstairs window,

and even at that age, I remember knowing

that she felt nothing.

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And neither did I.

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_

- Heather! Heather! - Calm down.

It's probably another one of her,

what does she call it, one of her video art skits...

[GASPS]

[DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

Oh, my God.

? ?

See?

Oh, Heather...

I just had the carpets steamed.

She was just doing one of her phone snaps

and got a Corn Nut stuck in her throat.

Heather, you know we don't allow corn syrup in this household.

I'm fine.

Just get the hell out of my room! Go!

- Okay, sweetie. - See, you upset her.

Are we ever gonna get those carpets cleaned?

[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]

? ?

[CELL PHONE CHIMING]

Dear cruel world, everyone thinks

I have it so great, but the truth is,

I'm worthless because I'm nothing.

That little bitch.

I'm gonna rip her to... 27 million likes?

[INTENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

? ?

I'm fucking famous.

This season on "Heathers"...

We killed Heather together.

Hello, Veronica.

I plan to become the new face of suicide,

and you are two gonna help me with that whenever I want.

The world is just going to hell, and nobody seems to care!

- [ELECTRICITY ZAPS] - [VERONICA SCREAMS]

We are taking out the trash

the garbage trucks won't pick up.

It's my party, Heather. You're just catering it.

The winds of friendship have changed.

There is no plan, Veronica.

Well, then, what's for us?

Chaos.

Everyone close to her commits suicide.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

It all makes sense.

You and me against the world?

Me and you against the world.

Jealous much?

[EXPLOSION BOOMS]

I'm just here for the drama.

And you straight people have once again disappointed me in that arena.

[MOODY FINGER SNAPS]

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