All language subtitles for Disturbing Behavior (Extended Cut)

What is your deal?

I got a big game on Friday.

Look, it's no good.
I need my fluids.

Your fluids?

Yeah.

Mary Jo, I'm curious.

Why would you do
something like that?

Why not?

It's self-mutilation, really.

Self-mutilate this, fluid boy.

Good find, girl.

Yeah.

Who's that?

Oh, shit. No.

Slut.

Andy.

You want to step out
for a minute?

You kids shouldn't be out
past curfew.

Andy Effkin,
toast with the most.

You like our chances
against Knight's Ridge?

We should do fine.

Thrown for a loss.

Is your arm okay
for the game?

- It's good.
- Offensive line up to par?

Son of a bitch.

Fuck.

Easy, Eff. Easy, buddy.

- I need my fluids.
- Give me the gun.

Get out of here, now.

What?

You gotta be shittin' me.

That's Mary Jo.

Clarice, it's Cox.
We got a wet one here on the bluff.

I just can't wait, Steve.

To do what?

To see my new room,
my new school, my new everything.

Yeah, new everything.

It's gonna be awesome.

It's gonna be better.

Way better.

Come on.

Looks like you're moving
to Cradle Bay.

- We sure are.
- Sure you'll like it here.

- You'll never want to leave.
- You hear that?

Hey, you. I thought
you were gonna help me.

Come on.

Fridge.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah.

Just trying to put
some of this stuff away.

Nervous?

- About what?
- First day at school.

Dad?

What are you doing, dipshit? Don't
worry about snakes in the garden...

when you got spiders
in your bed.

"They had been so innocent
and little there.

And all beyond was
so unknown and great."

Very good, Trent.

To wit, when Pip says this...

Dickens is speaking
of the joy of discovery...

of newness, of change.

Mr. Clark,
perhaps you can relate.

Mr. Clark is new to us from Chicago.
Do they read Dickens in Chicago?

Dickie Atkinson.

Welcome.

Tell us why you're late.
Trouble with the camshaft?

Like you know what one is.

Somebody woke up on the wrong side
of the carburetor this morning.

Peckerhead.

What is...
if I may display my ignorance...

a peckerhead?

Why are you laughing, Whalen?

Nothing, Richard.

I was just thinking
how ignorance kills.

- What does that mean?
- Exactly.

You ass-kissing little fuck!

Boys!

Perhaps yet another little sojourn
to the principal will serve you well?

Want to know what a peckerhead is?

- That's a peckerhead.
- Thank you for the clarification.

Please send Principal Weathers
our hosannas!

"Youth is wholly experimental."
Robert Louis Stevenson.

I know.

These seats taken?

No. Go ahead.

I am Gavin. This is U.V.

I'm Steve.

Munchies.

U.V. has some primo weed.

We smoked a fatty during gym.

Check him out.
He looks almost tan.

Hello, Lorna.
How are you today, my dear?

- Drop dead.
- Contact.

- Who's that?
- That is Lorna "Love-itis" Longley.

Fire of my loins, purveyor
of my every masturbatory fantasy.

The entire female gender
is separated into two groups.

Lorna comprises one group.
All of womankind comprises the other.

You ever take her out?

Alas, Lorna is largely untouchable
for someone of my social standing.

What do you mean?

It's a class system
here at C.B. High, Stevie Boy.

Check it out.

There you got
your motorheads, car jocks.

All the world's a gasket
and a lube job and a pack of Luckys.

Music of choice: Posi-traction
overdrive, classic rock...

Skynyrd, The Allmans, Bruce.

Drug of choice:
Beer, Miller Genuine Draft.

Keggers can't be choosers.

Freaks who fix leaks.

Over here you have
your microgeeks...

nerds, whiz kids
and various other bottom feeders.

Music of choice:
The sound of an Apple PC booting up.

Drug of choice: Stephen Hawking's
"A Brief History of Time"...

and a cup of jasmine tea
on a Saturday night.

Freaks that go squeak.

Over there you have your skaters.

Riffin', ragin' kids
and their ramp tramps.

Baggy pants, Dickie wools,
doing 50-50 grinds...

with a gnarly grab finish
on a homemade halfpipe in the woods.

Music of choice:
The whack of a hacky sack.

Drug of choice: Ecstasy, E-tab.
Baby, longer lovin' through science.

Freaks in sneaks.

Here's where it gets really nasty.

Lorna runs with that group there,
the Blue Ribbons.

- What's that?
- It's a community group of good kids.

Have bake sales, car washes.

- Kiss a lot of adult sphincter.
- Blue Robots.

Here, here.

Those three guys: Cradle Bay's answer
to Manson, McVeigh and O.J.

Trent Whalen, Andy Effkin,
Robby Stewart.

I bet you didn't know that toast
came in three flavors.

This group's music of choice: The hum
of perfection, the buzz of ambition.

Drug of choice:
Life, the pursuit of clean living...

at the expense of all who sniffle
at the hem of their gowns.

Freaks, so chic.

Then you got kids
like me and U.V.

Lames who like our metal heavy,
our Marlboros light.

Music of choice: Harvester of Sorrow,
Language of the Mad.

Drug of choice:
What do you got?

Freaks all week.

That's it.
Lesson over.

Class dismembered.

Welcome to Cradle Bay High,
Stevie Boy.

Welcome to my nightmare.

- Why can't we help you with your math?
- Just leave me alone.

Hello.

Phlegm.

P-h-l-e-m-g-h.

- Wrong.
- Let me see that.

- What are you two doing?
- We're having a spelling bee.

My brother Allen
was the best speller.

- I thought your name was Steve.
- It is.

Allen's my brother who died.

I have a grandfather who died.

Why don't we change the subject?

- Pass your plate.
- Why?

- You know why.
- Nathan.

Shannon, do you get yelled at if you
talk about your dead grandfather?

Around here people go crazy
if you talk about a dead brother.

Hello?

I'm here for the Mustang parts.

What the fuck?

What are you doing here?

The troops shall set you free.

What do you guys want?

Sweet Dickie, we want you.

We've got it for you, Richard.

We've got all the winning numbers.

We like to welcome all new students.
Standard procedure.

As soon as Dr. Caldicott arrives,
we can begin.

Doctor?

He's the resident faculty fellow,
an outstanding educator.

He's been with us two years now.

Works with the students
in a counseling capacity.

I think you'll like him.

I'm sorry I'm late. Hi.
Edgar Caldicott.

It's nice
to finally meet you.

- Everything okay?
- Fine.

Have you given any thought
to extracurricular activities or sports?

Not really.

- There's the Blue Ribbons.
- The Blue Ribbons?

Yeah. They help each other
study and practice.

It's a team effort.

It's a motivational workshop,
really.

The Blue Ribboners have
truly been making the grade...

and doing wonderful things
on the playing field.

All of us here are aware
of the tragedy back in Chicago.

- If there's anything we can do...
- I said everything's fine.

Steven,
we know how tough it can be.

Whether or not you want
to be involved with the school...

we want to be involved with you.

- That's all the meeting is about.
- Okay.

So go make some new friends.

- Like that?
- What is it?

It's bona fide jitterbug.

It's my buddy, Rachel.
Cook's Ridge trash.

She's a great chick,
but she's Cook's Ridge trash.

Come on.

Dancing queen.

Rachel, this is Stevie Boy.

Good man.

This is Rachel.
Cook's ridge trash.

Bite me.

Wow,
appropriate sparks are flying.

Somebody cue the power ballad.

Fail to be a tumor, Gavin.

What do you say we cruise town,
chase a case...

hit the bluff
and drink some beer?

Consecrate Stevie Boy's arrival
to this new and pathetic tank town.

- You down?
- Sounds razor.

Stevie Boy?

Sure.

Excuse me, sir.
Can you help me out?

- What?
- I'm trying to buy some beer.

I have the money and everything,
I'm just a month from...

Get off my case, kid.

You know,
the problem with America...

is mankind's
abject unwillingness...

to contribute
to the delinquency of minors.

That was like the tenth guy.

- Chug.
- What are you doing?

- Chasing. Nobody's willing.
- Yeah?

Hello, Charles.
Cycle any anabolic goodies lately?

- You're funny, Strick.
- Thanks. I'm here all week.

A couple of us are going to the Yogurt
Shoppe later, if you want to come by.

The Yogurt Shoppe?
Yeah.

You want to make an "active culture"
joke here or should I handle this one?

- See you later.
- Bye.

- What?
- What?

You're actually flattered
that barn door has a thing for you?

- Bullshit.
- Right.

There's for the syrup.

Is that the right one
for the orange juice?

Where's the deodorant coupon?
It's here somewhere.

- What does a hooker say after 12 hours?
- What?

Clean up on aisle four.

Sorry.

Come here!

Easy.

Fuck!
You Blue Ribbon shithead!

What was that all about?

Toxic Jock Syndrome.

- You'll be fine.
- Where's my shake?

What the hell would make a kid
freak out like that?

It has to be steroids.
All those jocks are into it.

Kelly Connor saw Andy Effkin bite
the head off a kitten in a fit of rage.

- No way.
- I'm serious.

I think it's bullshit, though.

It is not bullshit,
and it's not steroids.

- Here we go.
- What?

Gavin thinks some sinister force is
taking over the Cradle Bay meatheads.

- You know what it is.
- A sinister force?

You know, evil.
Nowhere to turn, no one to trust.

- Fail to be a bitch.
- Fail to be a pucker-ass.

- What?
- Nothing.

Let's go!

Andy killed her.

Everyone's saying she ran away.

I saw her dead body,
but I can't prove it.

- Those fuckers.
- Why didn't you go to the police?

Cox was there, man.

The cop didn't do shit.

Fuck, nobody listens to me.

Cancer Corner.

Best place in the school
to sneak a smoke.

What are you shitbirds
doing down here?

- Relax, Mr. Newberry.
- You ain't supposed to be down here!

This is my friend, Steve.
He's new to the Bay.

Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.

Drag marks.

Drag marks of a rat's tail.

What have you got there?

It's an "E-rat-icator."

Sounds are supposed
to scare the rats away.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

Scary, ain't it?

Piece of crap.
Doesn't work worth spit!

A dollar for everything
that didn't work worth spit.

Mr. Newberry has the Boo-Radley-
village-idiot-Quasimodo thing going.

- Don't you?
- What?

And he's currently involved...

in a war against the rodent population
of Cradle Bay.

Gotta fight them!

Rats from the bay.

Incoming! You think you can run,
but you can't hide!

- A day at the master races.
- Check that out.

Jesus.

Is that Dickie?
What is he doing?

He's one of them now, bud.

He's a Blue Robot.

Watch and learn.

What the fuck?

They're peckerheads. Look at him.
He's killing his hard-on.

Fore!

Maybe he turned over a new leaf.

I would like to own the new leaf
concession here in Cradle Bay.

Did you tell Steve
about the murders?

Steve is a disbeliever.

The mysterious disappearance of Mary Jo
Copeland and Officer Kramer? Uh-huh.

This is where he accuses me
of being paranoid.

"Denial" ain't just
a river in Italy, bud.

Check your weed, boys.

- You are beige, boy.
- See you, Rachel.

Bye.

Here's your chocolate sundae.
Hope you guys...

Can I help you?

Steven, good to see you, brother.

Come sit down.

Steven, this is Kathy, Andy...

- Tom, Randi...
- Hi.

Lorna, Chug.

You know Robby and Dickie.

This is Steven.
Sit down.

Steven's new to the Bay
from Chicago.

- Do you like it here?
- Yeah, it's okay.

You had friends in Chicago?

Yeah.

You can have friends here.

Didn't you guys get in a fight
in English?

We've made peace.

That's what separates us
from the animals.

Dirtbag alert.

- I gotta talk to you.
- Easy, slick. Steven's relaxing.

The Yogurt Shoppe.
What the fuck is a "shoppy"?

Why don't you
make like a tree and leave?

Clever girl.
Come on, Steve.

We get in one argument,
and you go bond with these guys?

What happened to you?
Did you eat too much flank steak?

- Let's go.
- You don't have to go, brother.

I'm not your brother.

You wanted to tell me something?
Here I am. What?

- They're hypnotized.
- What?

Maybe not hypnotized, but brainwashed,
lobotomized, programmed.

Want proof?
Here. Here's proof.

Look.
That's Robby, Randi, Trent.

They used to be my friends.

Maybe they got sick of your rap.
I can relate.

I thought you'd say that. That is
the purpose of tonight's excursion.

After tonight,
you'll strap on a hog and be a man.

It's something that benefits everybody.
The Thespian Society, for example...

Blue Ribbon meeting.
Every Monday.

This is where the shit goes down.
Listen.

By conducting the bake sale
in conjunction with the pep rally...

we can be selling cakes and cookies
when school spirit is at its optimum.

I had no idea
the evil was this pervasive.

Jan, what's on your mind?

This may sound strange, but...

although we couldn't be more pleased
with Andrew's improved studies...

he's become somewhat different...

since returning from your weekend
enlightenment seminar.

Different how?

He seems unkind to almost everyone
outside of the club.

I can understand your concern.
Let me address it.

Kids being kids
have a tendency to overreact.

We've found they go through
a brief period...

of being,
shall we say, snobby.

But what it really is
is a feeling that's new to them.

The feeling is pride.

They're improved.

When you soar with the eagles,
the pigeons below look pedestrian.

Y'know, nineteen years ago,
my wife Mary gave birth to…

…an eight-pound,
nine-ounce baby girl.

And at the moment of birth,

I got to touch
every inch of her.

She had ten fingers,
and ten toes,

and she felt—
she was…

…perfect.

And I made a solemn vow
from that day forward

that she would
always be perfect.

But the world we live in
doesn't cherish perfection.

And by the time she reached her teens,
my daughter was out of control,

and I felt...

Well, you know
how it felt.

I felt helpless.

And that's when I was inspired
to develop this program,

and I devoted every ounce
of my being to rescuing her.

And...

I'm proud to say that
she's been accepted to

the veterinary school
of medicine at Stanford.

She's in a committed
relationship with

a young San Francisco
district attorney.

And she bakes cookies
that make you see God.

What a dork.

Now, a new candidate
has been nominated.

His parents have been counseled
and consented.

Colleen, if you will.

- Male, 17 years old...
- Superstar.

Suspended four times
last school year.

Parents feel
candidate is depressed...

spending too much time listening
to rock music and masturbating.

- Candidate has a history of truancy...
- Poor son of a bitch.

And a general lack of direction.

Candidate is C-minus student,
yet has A-plus potential.

All in favor?

Great.
February candidate confirmed.

- Training to begin ASAP.
- Shit.

- What?
- Join me in welcoming to our circle...

Ernest and Lucille Strick...

the parents of our next superstar,
Gavin Strick.

They want you to join their club.
Shine them on and blow them off.

- What are they gonna do?
- You still don't get it.

You still think this is
about blood drives and bake sales.

Wait a second.

Maybe you should
lay off that shit.

Maybe you should eat me.

Yeah.

This is huge.
Why don't you see this is fucking huge?

Don't fucking "Gavin" me.
I'm a dead man.

My parents sold me out.
You saw it. You were there.

Why don't you see this?

Stay at my house tonight.

I have to go home.

When I get there and they're waiting for
me, I'll smoke them all. You hear me?

Everyone who's at my house:
Robby, Whalen, Caldicott, even my olds.

- Give me the gun.
- No fucking way.

- Let me have it!
- No! You're losing it!

You'll wind up
shooting the paperboy.

- Just go home.
- Give me my fucking gun.

Good night.

Don't leave me alone like this!

Stevie Boy?

I would have smoked them all.
Fuck, man.

Wait a minute.

- What is this?
- I don't believe...

Show time.

Who put the acid in my Spam?

- Hello.
- What is up with this?

I just want to apply myself.

I think I'll get better results
on this side of the caf.

Beat it, honey.
This is rarefied turf.

Sluts need not apply.

Later.

How much do I owe you?

- Treat yourself.
- Indeed.

- Where you going?
- I'm going to talk to Gavin.

You're not wanted, Steven.
Just leave him be.

Get the fuck off me.

Guys, come on.

What's your maladjustment?

You okay?

Forget it! Stop it!

That's enough!

What happened to you?

We shall overcome, Steven.

- You okay?
- Man, fantastic.

You'll see.

Retard.

Are you okay?

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be here.

- I hate the caf.
- Everybody hates the caf.

They hate the ketchup.

I got...

That's not good.

Doesn't even look like ketchup.

"Slaughterhouse-Five"?

What? Give me that!

What the hell's the matter with you?

You rats from the Bay.
You rats!

Rats everywhere.

You kids think you know everything!
You don't know nothing!

Forget the rats.
It's all an act.

- You don't know.
- It's all bullshit.

Get away from me!

Brother!

Wait.

Do you like Kurt Vonnegut?

I don't get it.

Didn't you ever want
to just disappear, lunch boy?

Poof, you're gone.

You'd be surprised
how interesting people become...

when they think
you are really stupid.

Doesn't it bother you that
people treat you like an idiot?

Bother me?

I encourage it!

I'll gladly drool
for the masses,

as long as they don't
impinge on my privacy.

You're not going to impinge,
are you, lunch boy?

Good.

I just…

What the hell is going on
in Cradle Bay?

Three years ago,
four kids,

seniors from this
high school,

on a Saturday night,

got properly squiffed
on daddy's gin,

raced through a red light,

and smashed into Mrs. Elaine Bosco,
pillar of the community,

and her son, eight
year old Scottie,

on their way home
from the Yogurt Shoppe.

Everybody died,

six people in one wreck.

Blood and beer cans
as far as the eye could see.

And that was it.

Straw that broke
the town's back.

Scottie Bosco Square.

One heartache is
more than enough.

Shortly after that,
Edgar Caldicott shows up.

Blew some ribbons,
he rocked the house,

Kids don't drive drunk
in Cradle Bay no more.

Of course, they don't
laugh or dance neither.

Skol.

Why don't you do
something about it?

Yeah…

This town sucks for heroes.

You lookin' to
be the first?

Steven!

Where you going, Steven?

- Who is it?
- Calm down, Steven.

It's past your bedtime, Steven.

Where you going, Steven?

- There's nothing to be afraid of.
- Here is the light, Steven.

There's nothing to
be afraid of, Steven.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Tell me, you cut
yourself shaving?

Hop in, I'll give you
a ride home.

- I'm alright.
- Come on, it's okay.

Here.

You like our chances against
Perry Meridian this Friday?

You're not big on
"school spirit," are ya?

Guess not.

So, you like it here?

It's okay.

How 'bout your folks?
Your little sister?

They doin' okay?

They're fine.

That's good.

Came to Cradle Bay
at the right time.

Two years back, it was hell.
Kids running wild…

Vandalism, drunk driving,
drugs. The whole enchilada.

What happened that changed it?

Things have a way of changing.

Just as good things go bad,
bad things can suddenly get good.

- I live on…
- I know where you live.

Hello, Steven.

What are you doing here?

- I'm tutoring Lindsay in Algebra.
- Where is she?

- Where's my sister?
- She's upstairs sleeping.

- Where are my parents?
- At a meeting.

- What meeting?
- Steven, you're hurt.

- I'll live.
- Let me put something on that.

It's fine.

Maybe you should go.

I mean it.

- If that's what you want.
- Yeah.

Can I go to the bathroom first?

Sure.
It's around the corner.

I know where it is.

Of course you do. Everyone knows
where everything is around here.

Your sister's a great kid.
She's very special.

Hello, Steven.

- What are you doing?
- I'm not sure really.

Go home, Lorna.

- You don't find me slightly attractive?
- You're very attractive.

It's just that you're a Blue Ribbon
and I'm not.

So...

Wait a second.

I'm not supposed
to be doing this.

It's bad, wrong.

It's not bad. It's...
Jesus Christ.

I have to go home.
I have a big physics test tomorrow.

…ave of lovers.

I'd love to!

Hi Steve.

I'm proud to say that this is my
walking, talking, reason to continue…

Dad?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Chicago never had this.

What happened to the mirror?

Oh, it was just an accident…

I'll fix it in the morning.

Yeah…

Easy fix.

How was the meeting?

Oh, you know…

The usual, dull.

What was it
about, exactly?

They showed us everything.

It's parent indoctrination.

At Lindsay's school.

- Good night, dad.
- Hey!

Yeah?

I love you, son.

There's nothing that we wouldn't do
for you, and Lindsay.

Nothing.

After extracting the implant...

I tested its integrity
to the optic nerve, and it was intact.

The chip is functioning properly.

But I did find that excess stimulation
to the pineal gland...

caused the dopamine levels
to go through the roof.

Every time one of these kids gets
a hard-on, they beat somebody with it.

We could do a cingulotomy.

No. Cut a craniotomy flap.
I'll get elbow deep, see what happens.

- What?
- Cut the bruises out of the banana.

We're trying to determine
the cause of her violent reaction.

Now, part of the treatment was
designed to regulate endocrinologic

surges between moments of
arousal or emotional conflict.

There appears to be an irregularity,
a wildcard response.

Wouldn't this compromise us
and the entire project?

We've moped up the mess,
there's no threat of exposure.

The treatment works,
for the most part.

Now, with every
successive kid,

we're getting closer and
closer to perfection.

I've got a couple tiny
glitches to iron out.

You'll have your prototype.

Oh, look. Cook's Ridge trash.

Once you've all settled in,
I'm sure she'll fit in just fine.

- Thanks, Dr. Caldicott.
- Did you hear that, Nancy?

Yeah alright, mom.

Come on, let's go.
I gotta sell this bud.

I got two customers left.

If this keeps up,
I'll be the 7-Eleven guy.

I'm gonna grab a smoke.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

I saw you come down here,
Rachel.

I just want
to ask you something.

What do you want?

I just want to know...

It's me asking, not my friends.

Will you go out with me?

You're kidding, right?

Will you, please?

No, Chug, I won't.

Why not?

How about this?

You couldn't repulse me more if you
were made out of shit and maggots!

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- You want to be that way?
- Stop it. I'll scream. I swear to God.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

What will happen if you do?

I'm a Blue Ribbon, baby.
Team captain.

You're just a trashy,
tattooed love doll.

Come on, Rae-Rae, give up
the plate for Chug. Come on!

Fuck!

Stop it!

What you looking at, retard?

Wow.

You hate it here,
don't you?

I don't know.

- It's just different.
- Yeah.

- The kids are…
- Strange, I know.

Strange how?

Well…

It's like they're always smiling,
they're always happy.

Like those cartoon chipmunks,
Chip and Dale.

It's like a whole town
full of Chips and Dales.

But they're okay.

They're nice…
and smart.

Yeah, smart.

I guess I just think
you should try and fit in.

We're gonna be here
for a long time.

You, me, Mom and Dad.

And Chip and Dale.

- What is this?
- What?

- Where did you get this?
- I got it at school.

They were handing them out.
We all got one.

- Go inside.
- Why?

- I said go inside!
- Spaz.

- We should talk.
- Yeah.

There's something
you need to see.

Rae, Gavin Strick here.

Live and unplugged.

Guess if you found this,
then you know.

Am I hanging
with Trent and Robby...

and the rest of the Robots?

God, I hope not.

I hit the vents tonight
when I split up with Stevie Boy.

He doesn't believe.

I went back to school...

and I overheard Caldicott
talking to some wonk.

Mentioned "Bishop Flats Eleven."

Caldicott called them his children.

Then he freaked out on the guy
and kicked him out of his office.

So, I figure something's up
with that.

Keep an eye on U.V. For me,
though I doubt they'll want him.

I doubt they're interested
in the pigmentally challenged.

That's not their style.

I have to go get paranoid.

This is Gavin Strick...

reporting live
from The Reconstruction.

I pulled this off the AMA database.

Caldicott's last
place of employment...

was across the bay
in Bishop Flats...

at the Bellknop Psychiatric Facility.

He spent seven years
doing neuropharmacology.

Mind control.

Next ferry's at 6:00.

- Bishop Flats?
- You down for it?

Razor.

Let's go.

- I miss Gavin. He's almost like a...
- A brother?

Yeah, exactly.

I had a brother.

Sorry.

His name was Allen.
He was a couple years older than me.

He was… he was wild,
that's for sure.

If he had made it through his teens,
he would have been amazing.

But he was always in pain.

And Abby,
his girlfriend, she…

Abby made that go away.

I don't know.
I just never met two

people more good
for each other.

But… nobody wanted
them together.

Not my folks,
certainly not hers.

Some bullshit about them
being bad influences on each other.

I don't know.
So they…

…decided they were
gonna run away,

go to California
or something.

The plan was…

…to meet at this playground
by the school and take off.

Only Abby's parents found out
and locked her in her room.

And then Abby's brother,

this shitball
named Frank,

drove to the playground,

and told my brother that
Abby wasn't coming,

that she decided to stay.

Allen freaked.

He couldn't believe it.

So he sat there
until it got dark,

until the gun he had
somehow gotten hold off

was looking like the solution
to all his problems.

Jesus.

Abby eventually forced
her way out of the house,

and made it to the playground,

and what she
saw in there,

and what he had
done to himself,

it didn't scare
her because…

since she…

She picked up the gun
and did it too.

I had to find him there,
lying in the sand.

My amazing brother and
his incredible girlfriend.

Walking, talking inspirations
to everyone around them. I sw…

I swear to God.

But…

There they were.

And eight months
to the day he died,

on what would have been
Allen's nineteenth birthday.

Dad said we were moving…

to Cradle Bay...

where everything
was gonna be all right.

- I'm sorry.
- No, don't.

Let's go.

Maybe this isn't a good idea.

Think of it
as our first date.

That's why my toothes are clean.

Be pretty...

and do it just right.

Children.

Meet the musical little creatures...

that hide among the flowers.

Shut up.

Let's get out of here.

It's Caldicott's daughter.

His own daughter.

How can nobody not know there's
something fucked up in Bishop Flat?

Nobody's safe, Steve.

- Where are you going?
- Cradle Bay.

Are you blind? We have to
get away as far as possible!

If you go back there,
who's gonna believe you, huh?

Your parents?

You think they are
gonna believe any of this?

You think anyone will?

Shit, Steve. I don't even believe
and I'm here, at ground zero.

You're not the only one
that's suffering here.

I waited my whole shitty life
to graduate so I could

go to college, and kiss
this shitty town goodbye.

But you know what?
That isn't gonna happen.

So what the hell
am I supposed to do?

Where does that
fucking leave me?

Now I'll forever be some forgotten
scumbag chick from Cook's Ridge.

That's not true.

Come on, Stevie Boy,

let's just disappear…

…and never stop until
we're far away, please.

I can't…

I can't go
without my sister.

The last ferry
leaves at 11:30.

Tell me you have a razor plan.

I am making
this shit up as I go.

Great.

Shit.

Hi, Officer Cox.

Closing time, Frankie.

Yeah, it's getting late.

Just be cool.

It's past curfew.

She's driving me home.

- From?
- Studying.

Where are your books?

- Evening, Officer.
- What are you doing?

I'm getting rid of rats.

The pink-eyed vermin
can't see for spit.

Quarter a rat.

Town council gives me
a quarter a rat.

I'm going to be rich at this rate.
I'll be on...

- "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous."
- Moron.

- Where are you going?
- Can we go now?

Step out of the truck, now.

- What are you doing?
- Hey!

Let her go!
What do you want from us?

Get in here.

That's a big rat.

Come on, get out of there!
What are you waiting for? Get!

Let's get out of here.

Come on, Steve.

You have to trust me for now.
Do you trust me?

Where are you going?

I'm taking Lindsay away from here.
We're going back to Chicago.

- Don't do this. You're scaring me.
- I'm scared too, Mom, believe me.

Stevie, you have to know
we're here for you no matter what.

- God, do you really mean that?
- Of course we do.

- Then let's all go home.
- Steven, you are home.

Cradle Bay is where you belong.
Here with your family.

You signed me up
for the program?

- We want what's best for you.
- What about what I want?

Look, Steven,
do you really like the way you feel?

Shut the fuck up!

You sold me out.

- We didn't. We just want you back.
- Steven, please...

My name is Steve, okay?

Nobody calls me Steven
except for them.

Fine. Come on, Linds.

May I have this dance?

Where's Rachel?

She's gone to an institute
of higher learning, Steven.

- Help!
- Everything's under control.

Who's your daddy?

Respect yourself, Steven.

Ice, ice, baby.

It's not what you think.

It's a new kind of cool.

You feel better, freer.

I've never felt so alive
in my life.

- It's humanity's sacred essence.
- A new and finer age.

Go forward.

Be the ball.

People will know
when I get out of here.

That's right, they will know.

They'll know
because you'll be better.

Adolescence is a minefield.

But soon, you'll be fully equipped
to walk right through it.

Yeah, straight A's
and a letter jacket.

And every now and then,
you rape and kill.

To cure cancer,
you gotta kill a few white mice.

Meet the musical
little creatures...

that hide among the flowers.

That's a battle I didn't win.

You'll be different.

I know so much more now.

She wasn't that bright
to begin with.

Be all that's good.

Stop fooling around.

Let the light in.

Be excellent.
You're number one. You're an ace.

Achieve.

You'll be okay.

Going somewhere
with my custard, Steven?

Let's go, Chug.

That's my girl you got there.

I can't let you take her.

Come on! Get up!

Come on, Rae-Rae,
give up the plate for old Chug.

Come on.

- Not so fast.
- What?

What's the capital
of North Dakota?

How the fuck should I know?

Okay, you're cool.
Get in.

We gotta book.
Early bird ferry's in 20 minutes.

Shit, man.

It's time
to leave mediocrity behind.

Step up on the bus.

What is it?

Come and get it,
you blue bastards!

What is going on?

Come on.

Get them to the ferry.

I'll meet you down there.

Don't leave without me.

- Lunch boy.
- What are you doing?

We can't very well
have these shitbirds...

graduating and going off
into the world.

Maybe they can be helped.

No, they can't.
And neither can I.

Do good things, lunch boy.

Hey, teacher!

Leave those kids alone!

It's over, you son of a bitch.
It's finished.

"Finished"?

There will always be other towns...

and other troubled teens...

and other worried parents.

Science is God.

Be the ball.

- What's going on?
- Steven?

We've been waiting for you.

I'm holding you near
and dear hostage.

The're gone, Gavin.

Caldicott, Andy, Trent,
all of them.

I guess I'll just have to be
the new world man then.

You don't wanna do this, man.

I want to demystify
the process for you, Steven.

We live, we die,
no one knows why. Okay?

We'll get you a doctor.

I had a doctor.
Caldicott was a genius…

You know, I was actually
beginning to enjoy my…

…studies, chamber music,
supervised athletics…

What is wrong with that?

Why did you have to
go and fuck things up?

You're not well, Gavin.

Do you remember
what you used to be like?

- Yes, I do.
- Do ya?

A drug-addled burnout.
I was a bad dresser,

A shambles with the ladies.

Yeah, but you're still
a bad dresser.

That was funny…
once upon a time.

Come with us, Gavin.

Don't you see?

I am a Blue Ribbon now.

There's no going back.

I'm just…

…given to momentary lapses of treason.

Why don't you let us go?

Okay.

You should all
just go forward,

have a big ol' party
for your pal, Gavin Strick,

and call it life.

Three times?

Man, you had to shoot me
three times?

Sorry, man.

Wow.

I can see you're one
big twisted family.

This diminishes the chances of me
ever getting to meet Trent Reznor.

Wow.

I guess I'm coming around.

Let the light in.

Meet the musical little creatures...

that hide among the flowers.

Treat yourself.