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(Gunshot)

(Music playing)

Thirty seconds, Laura!

Thirty seconds, damn it! Don't disappoint me!

Move your legs, Laura!

Crowd: Laura!

Move it , move it, move it!

(Crowd chanting)

Move it!

Come on, push through it, damn it!

(Laura screaming)

Ain't that the kid who died a couple months ago?

Tough. A real shame. You knew her?

You read about those two Navy girls down in San Diego?

It was in all the papers.

I-I hear they were a couple of real lesbos.

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

That's okay. I've got plenty of tongue for both of us.

Move your hand.

Oh, now, come on. Give a guy a break, huh? l'm a taxpayer.

I said move it.

Oh, now, you're not one of those lesbos, are you?

Hey!

Come on, let that loose.

Okay. But you even breathe in my direction,

you'll be eating your balls for lunch.

Are you some kind of fucking nut or something?

Jesus Christ.

Ah, fuckin' graduation day. They make a big deal out of it, like it was somethin' special, or somethin'.

Let me out.

I thought you wanted to go to Market Street?

All right, all right, all right. Jesus Christ.

You're welcome for the ride, lady.

(Screaming)

(Music playing)

(All chattering)

Alright, the hell with it. Let's get this show on the road.

No!

We can't take a newspaper picture without Paula.

She's the best cross country runner we've ever had, and you know it.

Had is right.

(All grumbling)

Hold it down!

Come on, Coach, she's just jogging for God's sake!

Do you know that for a fact?

Yeah. I passed her on her way to school this morning.

What did she have to say?

Nothing, I assumed she knew we had to be here right after homeroom.

Boys in back.

(Dissent) No!

We can't take the picture without Paula.

Come on, let's go.

How about it, Coach? What was the calculated risk?

How many of us were supposed to make it through the season alive?

You're out of line, fella

Yeah? Well, you've done a lot worse, Coach.

- Oh, wait a minute. - Coach, Coach...

Listen, I'm on a tight schedule. Let's take the picture.

Come on, OK? All right, come on. Line up.

Come on, come on, come on. Watch your language, young lady.

Let's take the junk off.

Get your stuff off and move in closer, OK?

That's it. Now smile, come on.

Oh!

Oh, honey. Oh, am I glad to see you.

Well, let me take your hat.

- You've lost weight. - No, I haven't, Mom.

- I've been the same weight for 10 years. - Really?

Are you all right?

It was just awful. Just awful.

Oh, look, honey. Anne's home.

No shit, Sherlock.

Don't talk to my mother like that.

Hey, you dont like it, why don't you go back to China or wherever the hell you came from.

I mean, nobody invited you here.

Now, please don't fight. Ronald's joking, that's all. Aren't you, honey?

See. He didn't mean anything by it. Where did you come from this time, honey?

Guam.

Oh, Ronald, did you hear that? She came all the way from Guam for the graduation.

- Isn't that nice? - Very nice.

You can't be too hard on him, It was a terrible shock.

Now, come on. I'll take you up to Laura's room. You can relax for a while.

What about my room, Mom?

Oh.

Oh, Ronald made it into a dark room. He's a terrific photographer.

You won't mind Laura's room. It's really nice and tidy.

Nobody's been there since she died.

- Okay, Mom. - Come on, I'II show you.

No, it's all right. I know where it is.

How long you gonna stay?

Just until after the graduation.

Why?

Oh, nothing. Ronald will probably want to know, that's all.

Honey? The trophy and insurance money, Laura's, I mean.

Are you planning on keeping them?

No, Mom. Did you hear that, Ronald? You'll get to keep the money.

Why didn't you call us at the airport? I would have picked you up.

- I got here all right. - Yeah, I can see that.

You got something on your mind?

What did they have to call you for? I brought her up like she was my own.

I ought to be up there getting that trophy.

I don't know why you came sniffing around?

I've got my reasons.

Oh, I see the Navy hasn't taught you any manners.

You're still the same big-mouth, self-centred bitch you were the day you left here.

I ought to slap some minding into you...

I wouldn't, if I were you. I have learned a few things in the military.

Bitch!

- Hi Sally. - Hi.

- Did I frighten you? - Yes, you did.

I'm sorry.

I was looking for the auditorium. I must have gotten lost.

It's strange, you know. I used to know this place like the back of my hand.

The auditorium is over there. You can't miss it.

That's beautiful.

It's the honor award. Varsity track.

You have lovely eyes.

My sister had eyes like yours.

She's dead now.

Oh, gee. Well, I gotta run.

(Choir singing)

(Applause)

Hey, seniors.

Let's give our attention to our principal, Mr. Guglione.

(Booing)

Thank you.

All right, enough.

Is this thing on?

Boys and girls, I want you...

(Feedback)

Boys and girls?

(Feedback)

All right.

All right, seniors.

If you can't behave, we're just going to have to call this whole thing off.

Is that what you want to see? Is that what you want to happen?

Well, is it?

Well, what's it going to be? Behave or quit.

Come on...make up... Behave or quit.

I mean it. lm serious, boys and girls.

Graduation is for you, not for me. Remember that.

Now simmer down, I mean it. That's better.

These diplomas are tickets to the adult world.

You want to get in? You've got to pay the admission price.

Respect authority. Do we understand each other?

Good. OK.

It's her.

- At the exercise tomorrow, - Boy, is she weird.

I will call your names one at a time.

You will come up here and I will hand you a diploma.

You will take the diploma in your left hand and shake with your right.

And no...no jokes about being left handed.

(Shouting)

Then the monsignor...

The monsignor is going to say the benediction,

and you're all going to stand there with your heads bowed. And you better be serious.

Then we're going to get to the special awards over here.

Boys and girls, we have a special guest with us today.

I would like you to give a warm welcome to Laura Ramstead's sister,

Miss. Anne Ramstead. Excuse me, Ensign Ramstead.

(Applause)

She flew all the way from Guam to be with us today.

Tomorrow, at the actual ceremony, we are going to call for a moment of silence in honor of Laura.

Boys and girls, that will be all for today.

They're animals. I swear to God, they get worse from year to year.

(Chattering)

- You're Kevin. - Hello, Anne.

I appreciated your letter so much.

Thank you. Can we talk later? Alone.

- Sure. - Catch me later after school.

Well, Kevin, where? Kevin?

(Doorbell)

Lady: Get! We ain't got nothing here. Go on!

Get away! Get away! Go on, I said!

I didnt know anyone was here.

Hello, Anne.

Kevin.

I was afraid you weren't here.

I was upstairs in my room.

I see you saw it. It's exactly as you wrote in your letter.

Go on, get, before I sic those dogs on you! Get!

Don't worry about Grandma. She can't hear a thing.

She didn't have to die, Kevin.

I know.

You know, Laura was crazy about you. It was always Anne this and Anne that. She idolized you.

She was all I had. Everything's different now.

Laura's still with me. She'll always be with me. That'll never change.

You're beautiful, Kevin. You really are.

Oh, I...I almost forgot what I came for.

What is it?

Laura's graduation present.

I wanted you to have it.

Wow. It's really neat.

Thanks.

Well, I'd better be going.

I have some things to take care of.

I'll see you later, hm?

Kevin: Hey, thanks again.

(Music playing)

Anybody there?

(Screaming)

- What did you come sneaking in here like that for? - What?

(Interposing voices)

- Quiet. Quiet! - What?

- Oh, come on! Now what? - Quiet!

What?

- That door. - What?

- What about it? - It just closed.

- Sure it did. All by itself. - Really.

No, don't!

She's nuts. She is nuts.

I dont believe her. What are you trying to do?

Jesus, what is with her? You are out to lunch.

You are out to lunch. Let's get out of here.

This girl's wacko.

You know, you scared me so much that I wet my pants? Do you know that?

(Giggling) No, I didn't, really.

Yes, you did!

I did not!

Yes, you did!

(Interposing voices)

Coach Michaels tells me you're good enough for the Olympics, huh?

- He never told me that. - No?

Sally, could you do a couple of turns for me on the bar?

Hey, hold it, hold it. What do you mean a couple of turns?

Sally, get up on the bars and do your routine.

I don't know, Coach. I'm really not up to it today.

The man is here from the paper for Christ's sake. Don't embarrass me.

Hey it's okay, Coach. I just need a...

Just mind your own business.

Sally, get your little ass up on those bars and go to work.

Woman (voiceover): She's dead now.

What happened?

- I'm not sure. - What do you mean you're not sure?

Sally: I don't know.

You broke your concentration. That's what happened. I've never seen anything so sloppy.

It doesn't really matter, Coach. I got a good...

Just shut up and do your job, huh?

Now do it, Sally. Don't disappoint me.

It's no problem, Coach. I got some really great stuff here.

Go on. Go on!

This is for you, Coach.

Sit on it and rotate.

What are you doing?

Stop it!

No, please, no!

Singing: With you, I could learn to...

With you, what a new day...

But, who can I turn to if you turn away?

Oh, why did you ever leave show business?

Oh, I never really left it. I mean, show biz is my life.

- I got tired of the parties. - Oh, the parties. I can't stand it!

Kept having to kiss the behinds.

Little things that I had to do to be part of the biz.

(Interposing voices)

- Really, how exciting. - Yeah.

Well, when you're an entertainer as I was...as I am...

The bell rang 10 minutes ago.

There aren't any more real classes. Tomorrow's graduation day.

Hey, Mr. Roberts is going to be on tour for the whole summer.

Isn't that neat?

Oh, God. I wish I could go with you.

What about it, Mr. Roberts? Do you want me to come back later or what?

Oh, no. No, Dolores, you're right on time.

We were just kinda letting it all hang out as they say in the industry.

All right, look, I'll see you and you in the fall.

Have a really great summer.

- I mean it now. - OK. Thanks, Mr. Roberts.

- Goodbye, Joanne. - Goodbye. - Goodbye, Doris. - Bye.

Sing one for me, honey.

Oh, now, Dolores, as I was saying,

there's no possible way I could pass you. And summer school is the only answer.

You've hardly been here. Let me show you your record and you'll see that it's...

What are you doing, dear?

As I was saying, you see, summer school isn't all that bad, really.

Wait, don't do that.

I mean, not here. Somebody could come in, you know?

Dolores...uh...oh, my.

Dolores, I want...oh, Dolores.

(Buzzer)

Yes?

Guglione: Blondie, would you come in here, quick like a bunny?

Quick like a what?

Bunny. You know, rabbit, quick, chop chop.

You lie.

(Whistling)

Blondie you look just terrific.

All right, how much is there?

Not much. Nothing that you can't whip out in no time

About three letters on the first side.

The body of the letter is the same for all three.

Except they must be individually done, and they must be addressed to

the school superintendents, the school board, and the athletic faculty.

And, on the other side, do the same for the art, music and math departments, OK?

You 've gpt to be kidding. I am up to my garter belts now.

Tomorrow is graduation day.

I know that. That's why it's got to be done quickly.

I know. Like a bunny.

Blondie. I would appreciate this very much.

It's very important to me.

Don't try to be nice to me. I'm really ticked off.

This is just not fair. I'm going to be up half the night with this.

Honey, I got an idea.

What do you say I come by your place with a bottle of wine later on

after you're finished. Hm?

You know something, Mr. Guglione? You are a real bastard.

Make it around midnight.

(Honking noises)

(Singing) I said I love you.

(Whistling)

(Clanging)

Did you hear it?

Hear what?

The strange tapping noise. It's everywhere. You must have heard it, didn't you?

No, I haven't heard a thing.

Well, there's something in the pipes. I'm sure of it.

Well, what do you think it is?

I don't know, but l'm going to find out.

You do that.

Hello?

Is anybody in here?

Shit!

All right, look. Whoever it is, I know who you are. You're not supposed to be in here.

Come on, now. I'm not going to hassle you or anything.

Just get your ass out, all right?

Look, I won't tell Mr. Guglione if you just get out now.

Dolores (on tape): Mr. Roberts, you look a lot better with your clothes on.

Mr. Roberts (on tape): Why? Don't you find me attractive?

Dolores: Oh, sure I do. You're OK. You're fine.

Mr. Roberts: Do you like snakes? I call this my little cobra.

Dolores: Oh, why? Is it poisonous?

Mr. Roberts: You're very funny, Dolores. Dolores: So are you. You're real funny.

Mr. Roberts: Oh, Dolores. Dolores!

Dolores: Mr. Roberts, oh!

Come back here! Don't think I don't know who you are, because I do!

Come out and show your face, you miserable scum!

You know, you really screwed up this year. You're going to be lucky if you graduate.

I'm going to graduate.

And do what? You didn't even go to class half of the time.

I know, but it's cool. I talked to Mr. Roberts and he doesn't care. I'm going to graduate.

How many girls have you screwed? Is it true that you've screwed the ones at Sacred Heart?

Huh? Have you?

What, do I look like a calculator or something? No, but you know, I just wondered.

- Every one. - Every one of them?

- Cheerleaders, pom pom girls. - You're kidding.

Every one. Do you know Nancy? We go back a long ways. First time I met her.

- So you did do it with her, huh? - Oh, yeah. I had to teach her a little bit.

She's only in high school. You know?

- She's my best friend. - Oh, yeah?

Yeah, she's my best friend.

- What'd she say? - About you? What'd she say about you?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, she didn't say anything about you at all.

Probably because...you know...

Because you were boyfriend and girlfriend, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that's probably it.

- You know what, Timmy? - What?

- I'm really horny. - There's time for that later.

- I really am. - No, no. There's time for that later.

Come on. Come on!

What do you kids think you're doing?

Oh, shit.

How'd you like to get busted the day before graduation?

What would your parents say about that?

You know, I'm going to miss you in the fall, MacGregor.

- I hear narcs are an endangered species. - Well, they're not very bright.

You see, instead of migrating in winter, they fly up their own assholes and mate with themselves

- And what comes out? Both: MacGregor!

That's funny. That's real funny.

You know, I'm a police officer.

And if I catch you smoking dope around the campus one more time, your ass is mine.

- Oh, tough guy! - Oh, no!

Punks.

(Screaming)

What the hell?

Are you crazy? These are precision instruments. You could snap a blade.

- I didn't touch your machines. - Oh, you didn't?

- I didn't come here to play games, Michaels. - Then what'd you come here for?

To point a finger at a killer? Well, go ahead, everybody else in town has.

- Maybe they know something. - They don't know nothing.

All the years I gave them winners, they loved me.

And one accident. One accident where a child gets a blood clot, and

it's my fault, and l'm out on my ass.

I'd say you were getting off easy.

- Listen, I didn't kill your sister. - Oh, no?

I loved her.

Loved? You rotten bastard, you and your stupid track team, you

pushed her and you killed her.

I didn't kill anybody! I gave my life to Laura, to all my kids.

I pushed them. I yelled at them. But that didn't mean I didn't care for them.

I spent 4 years with Laura. I molded her. I shaped her.

She...she was precision. She was power.

Like a machine.

Look, I'm sorry, Miss. I got a lot to do. What was it you wanted, anyway?

I came for an answer. I think I've got it.

We'll meet again, Michaels.

Yeah, I guess we will.

Where are you going?

Go to the TV station yet?

I'm on my way there right now, if you girls will give me back my ball.

Oh, so you're going to the TV station.

Do you want your ball?

Ralph wants his ball back. Here.

What's the matter, Ralph? No balls of your own?

Girls, I have no time for this nonsense. My public awaits me.

He wants his ball.

Aw.

(Giggling)

Hi. Give me my ball.

Give me my goddamn ball.

Hey, give me my ball.

(Playing harmonica)

(Singing) I saw Tommy in the hall, playing with his best.

He said he was taking (inaudible) lesson (inaudible).

And I am taking you too.

All: Gradution day blues.

You know, you Bills and Bobs and you

back lot slobs with the summer jobs

know the next one's going to last your whole life.

I know it isn't pretty, but it's true.

That's why I'm talking...

All: Graduation day blues.

Goodbye, dear high school.

Honey, what are you going to do?

Gee, I'd just kind of like to know your plans, son.

Forget decisions.

Don't say we're growing up because it's not true.

Old man, we've still got too much else to do.

And me, I'm not ready for the shock.

That's why I'm talking graduation day blues.

Listen, Coach. l'm really sorry. I really am.

Well, well, Coach Michaels. Looks like you had yourself a pretty good deal,

didn't you? Surrounded by all that fine young stuff.

You got lipstick on you. Too bad you blew it.

Don't treat me like shit, Coach Remember I could hurt you bad if I put my mind to it.

Son of a bitch.

(Music playing)

So, what's this? You're off and I find you with Sue?

We're just friends.

(Hard rock music playing)

- I'm going to nail your ass tonight. - That's what you think.

I'm going to. I'm serious.

- Maybe, if you're lucky. - Oh, yeah?

What's wrong? Did I do something?

No. I gotta do something.

You know, it's a really nice night tonight.

It must be nice to be a boy, You can piss anywhere you want to.

The world's my toilet.

God.

Tony?

Tony?

Stop fooling around.

Oh, my God!

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

(School bell)

No, Mrs. Harris. No.

l'm not saying you're wrong. No, no, I'm not saying you're right.

Well, yes. Yes, of course you can count on that.

Look. Yes. Yes. Yes. Definitely.

She'll be there at 4 o'clock.

Absolutely.

Now, she's not about to miss graduation exercises.

Yes. Yes. Yes. That I promise you. Yes. You bet.

Bye-bye.

Blondie (on intercom): It's Mrs. Fisk. She is fit to be tied. Tony has not been home all night long.

Can you imagine that?

Well, what does she want?

Well, she's got to have someone to crab at, and I guess l'm not important enough.

Well, why me? I dont know where her damn kid is.

Well, tell her that. She's on line two.

- Tell her what? - If I knew what to tell these parents, I'd have your job.

Listen, I really don't... I really don't have the time today, Blondie.

You just tell her I'm not here.

I do a lot for you, Mr. Guglione. Lord knows, but lying is not one of them.

Lie to her.

Yes, Mrs. Fisk? How are y..yes. Yes. Yes, I did hear.

Well, apparently some of the...some of the kids, well, they didn't get home last night.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, I am. And well, l'm not.

Yes. Yes, they are. Well, good kids. Sure, all of them. Yes. All from the same track team.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh, judging by the calls.

Yes. Yes, I agree. I agree.

Well, I certainly would if they were mine. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yes. I certainly will, Mrs. Fisk.

Goodbye, dear.

Ugh.

Why are those little bastards doing this to me?

This is their graduation not mine. You know, I feel like calling the whole thing off.

Mrs. Johnson's on the phone. Apparently Ralph...

I don't want to speak to any more people I got 1000 people waiting for me at 4 o'clock,

and I've got to put on a good show.

Just a moment. Just a moment, Mrs. Johnson.

Mr. Guglione's office. Yes, he is. He's right here. He'll be with you in a moment.

I told you I didnt want to speak to any more people.

Now, you tell the truth on your time, damn it!

Are you there, Mr. Guglione?

It's Mrs. Brentwood, Paula's mother. She wants to talk to you, too.

Wait, wait, wait. We gotta take another picture.

Come on, one more time. One more time.

One more time. Just hold on.

If you ever come out to the club, you know, come see me.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'd be happy to have you there.

I could tell everybody you were one of my students.

Oh. I'd love to, Mr. Roberts.

I'm not here, Blondie. Period. Tell them jokes, tell them lies.

Tell those damn parents whatever you want to, but tell them to stop bugging me.

You got that? Good!

- Mr. Guglione? - Who let you in?

- I let myself in. - Who are you? What do you want?

Inspector Halliday, police.

Halliday? Police? You don't look Irish.

I'm Lebanese.

You look Italian.

You look Lebanese.

Sit down. Can I get you a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

The truth is, Mr. Guglione, I really hate schools.

I'd like to do my report, and get out of here.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, we've had a few calls from hysterical parents.

It seems a few of your seniors never made it home last night.

You mean those kids on the track team?

Whar do you know about it?

Inspector, today is graduation day.

Those kids are being kicked out of the nest, so to speak.

From now on, it's fly or fall on their own.

They were probably just out raising hell.

Why? Why are their parents so upset?

That's what I don't understand.

Neither do I. That's why l'm here.

Hey, Chief. What's the good word?

- Where's your badge? - Must have lost it.

Here's a list of homerooms, Check them out, all right?

Got you covered. What if...what if they're not there?

Then you write in your report "not there".

Do you want me to look for them?

No, MacGregor. We're here to make a report. That's all.

About a bunch of inconsiderate, irresponsible kids

about to fly out of their nest and shit all over the rest of us, all right?

So make it and let's go, huh?

I get claustrophobia just being around schools.

I got you covered.

Impressive, isn't it?

It's too bad about Coach Michaels.

Yes. Yes, it is. It is a pity. He was a fine coach.

But that's the way it is in public life.

You're only as good as your last mistake.

Sobering thought, isn't it?

- How's your report coming? - l'm working on it.

Coach Michaels? l'm Inspector Halliday.

Six seniors didn't make it home last night.

Would you know anything about that?

No.

You didnt see anything. You didn't hear anything? There's nothing you can tell me?

No.

- They were all on your track team. - I don't have a team.

How do you mean that?

- In case you haven't heard, l've been canned. - I heard.

Good. Will you excuse me? If there's nothing else, I have to finish packing.

Sure.

I'll see you at the graduation ceremonies.

No, there's no need to worry. They're probably out just planning,

you know, like, a big, big graduation day surprise. That's all, maám.

Do you believe her?

She thinks she's such hot stuff.

I know it. What do you think she's going to wear to that party?

She's a bitch.

She's gonna be Miss Prima Donna, like she's really something.

- Yeah, I know. - I can't stand people like that

I can't stand her. Oh, God.

I hope I don't have to see her next year.

- Joanne. - What?

- Joanne, come here. - What?

Look at this. Look.

It's blood.

- What is it? - It is. It's blood.

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

No, no!

Get out, quick!

Help! Helo me! Help! Get the police!

Coach Michaels killed Sally!

Get the police!

I'm going to make sure you don't get away this time.

Coach is trying to kill us!

Hold the coach!

(Screaming)

Kevin, are you all right?

Coach Michaels, you've got to get him.

- Coach... - Is it broken?

Oh, you're bleeding.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - It's all right.

- What are you doing here? - Don't worry about it.

Inspector, can't you cover that girl up?

- Find something to cover the body. - What?

I don't know. A towel, a shower curtain, something.

- I'm all right. - Is it broken?

No, it's all right. Please.

Miss? Could I see you a minute?

- Do you know who these people are? - Yes.

It's the track team.

I'm going to make you pay, Michaels. I'm going to make you pay.

You don't understand nothing.

Kevin, don't try to do this alone.

You hear that, Michaels? You hear that?

They're coming to get you. They're coming to get you, Michaels.

Your killing days are over.

- Shut up! - Over here! Over here, everybody.

Come on, Michaels!

Kevin!

Inspector, we've got to find them.

Who are you? What's your stake in all this?

You don't understand. I've never killed anybody in my life.

It's all been a terrible mistake.

Don't play innocent with me, Michaels. I was there. I saw you kill her.

What are you talking about?

You killed Laura. You all killed her.

And now you've all got to be punished.

You killed Sally?

Sally, Ralph, Diane, Paula, Tony, Pete.

Oh.

Yeah, that's right. You all had to be punished.

But I saved the best for last, didn't I, Michaels?

Because you're the only one left.

And you're the best for last.

30 seconds. That's all it took.

Just 30 seconds from the time

you first pushed Laura in the race until you and the others killed her.

Just 30 seconds.

Come on, Laura! Come on, you can do it.

Come on, just a little bit more! Move your ass, Laura!

Come on! 28 seconds!

30 seconds...and you're dead.

Did you know my whole life was changed in just 30 seconds.

We were going to be married. Laura and me, married.

Today, just after graduation.

Today!

Today, Michaels!

Michaels!

Kevin, are you all right?

He...he killed... I tried to get him to tell you, but he...

I know. We know. It's all right now. I know.

Kevin, do you think you can make it to the station? I'd like you to make a statement?

- Yeah. - What kind of a statement?

Just for the record. Exactly what happened, what you saw, what he said to you.

Maybe you can help us make some sense out of this mess.

- I'll go with you. - No. No. Look, I don't want you involved. Please. I'll go.

I mean, did you ever see anything so awful in your life?

You never know. You work with people day after day, week after week,

month after month, year after year...

- Blondie. Blondie. - What?

Could you get Laura's trophy for me?

I want to make sure I have it before I leave tomorrow.

- Laura Ramstead's trophy? - Yes.

Kevin Badger picked it up with her diploma.

Are you sure?

Well, sure, I'm sure.

This morning. In fact, he said that you said that you wanted him to.

You did, didn't you?

I mean, Kevin's not the kind of boy that would lie, is he?

No. No, of course not.

- Thank you, Blondie. Thank you. - Sure.

Excuse me. I didn't know anyone was...

(Screaming)

My God!

Grandma can't hear you.

And Laura really prefers it quiet. Don't you, sweetheart?

You see?

You wouldn't believe how awful they were to her.

They just stuck her in the ground, and pretended like she...like she never existed.

Nobody would even talk about her? You couldn't mention her name.

But I set them straight. Now they're all dead and gone,

and Laura's here with me, forever.

I'm glad that you're the one who's here, Anne.

I want you to be the first one to kiss the bride.

The bride?

Well, sure. We're getting married after graduation, just like we planned.

I thought you loved her?

What kind of sister are you? She's your own flesh and blood.

You're as bad as the others.

You want to try and hurt my Laura too.

You don't deserve to live either.

You want to try and hurt my Laura, don't you?

Admit it!

Come on, Anne.

You don't love her. You never loved her.

Crowd: Laura!

(Crowd continues chanting Laura's name)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

Terrible. Just terrible. What more can you say?

Oh, Anne, honey, couldn't you just stay a little while more?

I have to be on that plane first thing tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry, Mom. I really am.

Ronald: Where's my vodka, damn it?

Good night, honey.

Dug her up from the grave.

You did. Woke her up?

What did you even come here for? Trouble. Never nothing but trouble.

Aren't you ashamed? You woke up Anne in the middle of the night.

Come on, honey, Let's go beddy-bye. Say goodnight, everybody.

You have to forgive Ronald. He's been through a lot.

Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.