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(WATER DRIPPING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

JAMES: Terri!

You clean up the tub ring?

TERRl: I'm still in here, Uncle James.

JAMES: Did you? Last night you said you'd clean it up.

I can't clean it because I'm still in here, okay?

You'll be late for school, Terri.

(SIGHS) Do you want me to go to school or do you want me to clean the tub,

because I can't do both.

I'm hungry. You cook us up some steaks.

No. Those are for dinner, okay?

How about I make us some beans on toast? How's that sound?

(SIZZLING)

(DISHES RATTLING)

(SWITCHES PLAYER ON)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMAN SINGING SOULFUL SONG)

(BELL RINGING)

BOY: Hey, guys, come on. Let's go.

GIRL: Why didn't you pass it to me?

Go. All right.

(CHATTERING)

Yeah, wait up.

HEATHER: Zach, wait up!

BOY: Hey, slow down!

BOY 1 ON INTERCOM: For all you people who want to blame the camera

for your bad yearbook picture, recent freshman's shot.

(BOY WHISTLES) (ALL LAUGH)

BOY 2: But don't look for us, though.

BOY 1: Because we nailed our pictures!

Yeah! I know I did!

Until tomorrow, peace! Peace!

ALL: Peace.

MRS. DAVIDSON: All right, people, I got a couple of announcements to make.

Want to remind you that those large, round, metal receptacles

you see around campus?

They're for trash. Use them.

(WHISPERS) Hey! National Honor Society essays

and applications deadline is next Wednesday.

You can give them to me,

or there's a designated box... Yo.

...in the main office. Trash heap.

You know this? The Pioneers will be playing

three away games this month and the team needs drivers.

You know this.

Shit is old school. And if anyone's parent can volunteer,

please have them contact...

Old school? Hip-hop.

MRS. DAVIDSON: Go Pioneers!

Rappers get all the pussy. We're instituting a no-tolerance policy...

...against cell phones. Okay.

If you're found texting or... Yes, Terri.

May I go to the restroom, please?

You just got here. Absolutely not.

If you're found texting or using your phone in class,

phone will be confiscated and returned to you at the end of the school day.

You may use the phone during nutrition and lunch.

You know about eating pussy, right? The library

will be closed intermittently next week while construction's going on.

And if your study hall is being relocated,

there will be a notice posted by the door.

Why are you doing this?

MRS. DAVIDSON: We're all aware of the false...

Players be choking to death on the pussy.

...disruptions to the entire school, as well as...

Okay, I get it. Okay?

MRS. DAVIDSON: Do not take it lightly and, then, the authorities will not either.

You know about eating butt holes, right?

I said I get it! MRS. DAVIDSON: Terri!

(ALL SNICKERING) Chill out, titty-balls. Damn!

BOY: (WHISPERS) Titty-balls.

MRS. DAVIDSON: Has reminded me to ask you not to leave food in your lockers.

(BELL RINGS)

(GRUNTING)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

FITZGERALD: Mr. Ribis, I see you brought a hat to school today.

RIBIS: Yes, I did, sir.

You know that I collect hats.

I have a large collection.

If you would like your hat to stay yours and not mine,

I suggest you put it in your backpack and keep it there.

Go to class, Mr. Ribis.

RIBIS: You got it, Mr. Fitzgerald.

(BELL RINGING)

(RATTLING)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JAMES: We have mice in the attic.

We have to do something about this.

We have valuable documents up there.

Feeling better, Uncle James?

Up and down.

I'm gonna go to the market and get some traps and some cheddar.

You can set the traps tonight before bedtime, okay?

I don't want to do that, Uncle James.

Well, if I set them, I'll forget to check.

I can remind you. No, Terri.

You have no chores.

You have no one breathing down your neck.

I mean, you live a prince's life here. You know that.

I know. Good.

I'm gonna set up the ladder next to the crawl space.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT CLATTERING)

WOMAN ON TV: I want to talk to you about my boyfriend.

MAN ON TV: Well, I don't want to talk to you.

Oh, you tango divine!

(LAUGHTER)

(MOUSETRAP CLICKS) MAN: I don't know if you have heard,

but there's going to come a time...

(CLICKING) (MOUSE SQUEAKS)

(SQUEAKING)

JAMES: How did we do up there?

Terri?

Five mice!

That's not bad.

Well, we'll put them in the marsh.

Let the other animals pick them off.

Just think of it as feeding the animals, Terri.

I'm hurrying as fast as I can. I just really don't want

Mrs. Vick to... MRS. VICK: All right, class.

(INDISTINCT)

Now today we're going to learn how to crack an egg.

Do you know how to crack an egg? BOY: No.

I'm sure you think you do, but there is a special way.

Now what you do is, one, two, three, crack.

It's all in the wrist.

One, two, three, crack. Wrist.

It's so easy and a way...

(WHISPERING) I just want to be with you.

This is just the perfect moment.

All right, come on, come on.

MRS. VICK: I know you guys think you'll never lose your memory,

but believe me, you will.

One, two, three, crack.

(LAUGHS SHRILLY)

(CLICKS)

(HUMMING)

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

FITZGERALD: Ms. Hamish, please send Terri Thompson in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DRAWS CHAIR)

Terri Thompson.

I had hoped we wouldn't have to meet like this.

In fact, I was sure we wouldn't have to.

Do you know all the students' names?

No, it wouldn't be possible for me to know all the students' names.

No. Why do you...

I mean, how do you know mine?

Well, every year there's two groups of kids, who stand out here.

Okay?

There's the good-hearted kids.

And there's the bad-hearted kids.

And those are the ones whose names I learn.

And which one am I?

Don't you know, dude?

I don't know if I know.

Well, you strike me as one of the good-hearted ones, Terri,

which is why I'm upset that we have to meet here today,

for reasons of discipline.

Sit down, Markson!

Sit down! In the chair!

There's something wrong with that kid.

Is he one of the bad hearts?

No. With him, we're dealing with a third category.

As yet, unnamed and unknowable.

(SIGHS) Where were we?

You were getting mad at me about my tardies.

No. Um...

Listen, you want a Malt Ball?

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm not mad, but

we have a real problem here on our hands,

and I'm for dealing with it head-on.

What do you think about that?

Okay.

Good.

(CRUNCHING)

Well, what's the deal?

Your grades are dropping.

Your teachers are telling me you won't participate in the lessons,

you've begun to wear pajamas every day.

Do you understand,

from my perspective, how those things could be categorized as red flags?

They're just comfortable on me.

Why are you late to school every day, Terri?

It's getting harder to be able... Okay.

Okay.

Stop right there.

(SIGHS)

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

(MS. HAMISH COUGHING)

You all right there, Ms. Hamish?

(COUGHING) Fine.

You're just clearing out the old pipes, huh?

(COUGHS)

Dynamite. Listen, do me a favor.

Set aside my Monday mornings for Terri Thompson.

Terri Thomp...

(CLEARING THROAT) Thomp... Thomp...

And if you could also let Mrs. Davidson know

that Terri is mine on Monday mornings, please.

All right?

T-H-O-M...

So here's what I'm proposing.

We meet once a week and check in with each other.

See how we're faring against the world.

You know what I mean?

Really?

What is weird about two guys sitting down,

sharing snacks and shooting the breeze?

Nothing, I guess.

Nothing is right, dude.

And by the way,

you get out of homeroom at the beginning of each week.

Come on! Are you kidding me?

Up high! Fitzy needs a high five.

All the traps were empty this morning.

That's very good, Terri.

We won't be seeing those boys anymore, will we?

No, I think they'll come back, probably next week.

I bet they'll come back. Mmm.

I don't think so.

Once you dispatch that front line,

the troops always fall back for safer ground.

You know, they got to find their food in the woods like before.

You got plans for the weekend?

(CLICKING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

MAN ON TV: A hummingbird in flight

has the highest metabolism of all animals

with the exception of insects,

which is necessary to support the rapid beating of their wings.

Incubation can last two to three weeks.

After hatching...

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

What's this about cheddar cheese?

When did you start liking that?

(FLIES BUZZING)

I don't understand.

I need you to explain this to me.

You enjoyed hurting these animals, is that it?

(BREATHING DEEPLY) I don't know.

Well, I'm so ashamed.

I didn't even know you were capable of doing something so ugly.

It's like I went crazy or something.

(STAMMERING) I've never done anything like that before.

It's bloodlust, dude.

It can be a hard habit to break, they say, once you get started in on it.

I think I'm going to become a vegetarian.

Whoa. Wait a minute now.

Let's not get carried away. I mean, you are remorseful.

And that's a positive.

I knew a kid growing up that used to tie flaming tennis balls to cats' tails,

and loved every minute of it.

Apparently, he's a cop now.

Anyway, the thing about this mouse scenario is

even if your uncle says he doesn't understand why you did it,

guess what, he does.

He does and so do I. All right?

Now, that's not to say that it's not wrong or weird

because, believe me, it is.

But it's important for you to get that we get it, okay? We get it!

Right?

(WHISPERING) Open your legs. Okay?

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

What the hell is your problem? You promised me.

Open your damn legs.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

GIRL: Terri, can you do the French toast?

(GIRLS LAUGHING) (SHUSHING)

Hello, Earth to Terri. What?

You're on French toast, okay?

Yeah, sure.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

(SIZZLING)

Oh, my God.

GIRL: What, Terri?

What? What?

Guys.

Oh, my God.

(GASPS) Oh, my God. Seriously?

I can't believe they're doing that in class. Oh, my God.

In class. In class. So gross.

GIRL: Hey, guys, come over here.

(KIDS WHISPERING)

Do you see that? Right below the desk.

(GIGGLING) (SHUSHING)

MAN: You stud.

GIRL: Is he so desperate to get some?

BOY: I'd say.

(GIGGLING)

Damn, dude.

(INHALES)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

What is it?

Tell me what it is. Come here.

(DOOR OPENS)

Is it true?

Is it true? Yeah. Yeah, here.

(SNIFFING)

It's true. It's true!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Watch the finger. I'm sorry.

BOY: Let me see it again! Let me see it again!

ZACH: Watch it! Watch it! (BELL RINGING)

Come on, use your traps.

That's it. All right. (BOY GRUNTS)

I got a nose down here, so don't... Don't kick back. Push!

BOY: (GRUNTS) Hey!

Mr. Thompson, we've been waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Flemisch. There was a hold-up last period.

A what? A hold-up?

What do you mean, like a robbery? Like a bandido-esque...

(ALL LAUGHING)

You know, let me ask you something.

This is something that's been bothering me for quite a while now.

Why do you bear so blatant a grudge towards physical education and wellness?

BOY: Hey, Mr. Flemisch.

I don't think grudge is the right word.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, let's get it right, then.

How do you feel about physical education and wellness, Terri? Hmm?

The feeling is no feeling.

All right, Terri. Well, I got some news for you.

After warm-ups today, we're going to start working on the high jumps.

(KIDS SNICKERING) Now, will you or will you not participate?

And I encourage you to think before you answer.

(BOY GRUNTS)

I will not.

Well, then you get out of my gymnasium and don't come back!

BOY: Shit! (GRUNTS)

(ALL EXCLAIM) (LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FITZGERALD: Ms. Miles!

Mr. Ribis, you are in deep doo-doo!

No, I'm not mad. I am furious! (MARCUS COUGHING)

I am disappointed because I just lost two average students.

(GROANING SOFTLY)

This kind of thing is punishable by law!

What's wrong, Marcus? FITZGERALD: Are you out of your mind?

Those guys got in trouble and it made my meeting stop.

Don't worry, Marcus. You'll be back in there soon.

I don't know how much more these two lovebirds can take.

Do you meet with Mr. Fitzgerald every Monday?

(FITZGERALD CONTINUES YELLING)

Who all comes into these meetings, Ms. Hamish?

(SIGHS) Well, let's see.

On Mondays, there's you and Marcus.

And on Tuesdays, Amber Zane.

Amber Zane? That's right.

And on Wednesdays, there's that little boy in the wheelchair.

I can never remember his name.

Donny Washburn.

Oh! Donny. That's right.

And on Fridays, there's Chad Markson.

It's quite a group.

Terri? What's up, dude? You all right?

Good hearts my ass!

(DOOR OPENS)

Fuck.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHEELS WHIRRING)

Nice pajamas, man.

Uncle James? Are you okay?

Terri, what are you doing here?

Did you take too many pills?

I just need to be near some bodies.

Come on, let's get you home.

Okay.

(TAPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

MRS. DAVIDSON: Terri?

Check it out. Double D's got a shit slip.

(ALL LAUGH)

People, hush! Terri, go.

What did you do?

I cut school yesterday.

(MS. HAMISH COUGHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

FITZGERALD: Donny, wait out here one second, will you?

(ELECTRIC WHEELCHAIR WHIRRING)

(IMITATES CAR BEEPING)

Hey, dudes. TERRl: Hey, Donny.

You already done in there?

DONNY: We're taking five so he can see you guys.

CHAD: Why are you wearing sunglasses?

What? Oh. These things?

(SCOFFS)

Seriously, what do you guys do in there, play volleyball?

Cool Breeze Club. Members only.

Get your butt in here!

Right now!

(CHUCKLES) Uh-oh! Watch out.

FITZGERALD: What is it with you?

It's always something, isn't it?

What did he do? Do you know?

It's bad, dude.

He's not too happy with you ditching either, Terri.

FITZGERALD: You're off the creek, pal, and that's three detentions.

Count them, one, two, three. Now, get out of here.

(GRUNTS) Geez!

Mr. Thompson, we've got a problem!

Get in here. Close the door.

Have a seat. MS. HAMISH: Here it comes.

FITZGERALD: (SHOUTING) What can you be thinking?

The school is not a country club. Heads up.

(SOFTLY) I'm not really mad at you, okay?

Just go along with me, all right?

(SHOUTING) Not an option for you to be coming in here

and try to do that kind of thing in my school!

Sorry, Ter. That was a little show for old Ms. Hamish out there.

She loves it when I lay into you kids. It's keeping her going.

You yelled and screamed at me for her?

Sounds bad, I know. Yeah. Um...

The thing is she's not doing so hot.

Truth is she's dying.

She's dying now?

Not this second, no, but soon.

What is she dying of?

She's dying of cigarettes.

Okay? She's dying of death.

Was it all a joke with Chad Markson, too?

No, dude.

It's always something with that kid, and today he outdid himself.

I will show you in pictograph form

(SCRIBBLING)

What I'm talking about.

This is what he said to Mr. Flemisch in front of the entire class today.

Yeah. Yeah, he's a tough one.

Very smart and very angry.

But, Terri, I didn't call you in here today to talk about Chad, did I?

No.

I called you in to talk about what you said in the hallway there.

I was mad.

And I don't blame you, dude.

But I think you misunderstood the facts.

What's to misunderstand?

I'm a part of a group of monsters, you know?

(SIGHS)

I'm going to show you something,

and it's something that I've never shown to any other student, okay?

Come on, Terri. There's something in there I think might help.

Do you recognize that guy?

Cute little baby, happy baby.

Simpler times, right?

Moving right along.

And what could go wrong? It's a Shangri-La.

Boom.

Now, whenever I'm down or depressed,

I take a look at that and it clears me right up.

This picture makes you feel better?

Of course.

Because you see, Terri, I thought I was a monster, too.

And believe me when I tell you, I was treated like one.

I like this person.

I look forward to these days and I look forward to my life.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

Mr. Fitzgerald,

you were treated like a monster because you were a monster.

Wait a second. I'm treated like a monster

because that's what I am to them.

Terri. This morning,

they asked me if I suck on my own breasts.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Fitzgerald? Are you okay?

I'm just tired.

You know, sometimes I think I should just leave you kids on your own.

The way these other kids treat you,

maybe that's preparation for the real world.

I'm just trying to help you, right?

I'm just trying to give you some help, Terri.

I guess I just wish I didn't need help, you know?

(OPENS BOX)

FITZGERALD: Coming at you.

So, what about the ditching?

Don't worry about it. I mean, I already yelled at you, right?

Am I right? (LAUGHING) You were so freaking scared.

I wasn't that scared.

Oh, dude, you were scared.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

MS. HAMISH: (COUGHING) Heather Miles and parent to see you, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Thank you, Ms. Hamish. Just ask them to have a seat, please.

We're just about finishing up here.

What are you going to do with her?

What can I do?

Ribis is out. It wouldn't be right if she got to stay on.

Where will she go?

She will transfer to Hollyfield,

I would imagine, like Ribis did.

All right, Terri,

we will see you next week, yeah?

(MS. HAMISH COUGHING)

Okay, Heather, Mrs. Miles, if you could join me here?

Have a seat.

(MS. HAMISH CLEARS THROAT)

Could you tell Mr. Fitzgerald that I need to see him right away?

MS. HAMISH: What? Tell him it's an emergency.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Mr. Fitzgerald, Terri Thompson says he wants to see you.

He says it's an emergency.

Dude, I have an important conference here. What is up?

I know, sorry. It's about Heather.

What about her?

Terri, I'm in the middle of a...

It just seemed to me like Dirty Zach was making her, you know?

That is not what I heard.

It's my understanding she was a willing participant.

Maybe once they got started, but I saw it from the beginning,

she was shaking her head and holding him off.

I'm telling you, she didn't want to do it.

You can't kick somebody out of school

for something that they didn't want to do, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Terri, can I ask where this is coming from?

This sudden concern?

What do you mean?

All I know is that she didn't want to do it.

That's the truth. No bull.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

Chad?

Just wanted to come over and see what you're doing today, okay?

Oh!

Everything all right?

Best ever. Thanks, Uncle James.

Yeah, it's great. Thanks.

Where's your mom?

I don't know.

Where's your dad?

I don't know.

(WIND CHIMES TINKLING)

You don't like the beans?

I like the beans, Terri.

I'm glad you're having a good time. This is super fun.

I'm Joe Hollywood and I can make you and I can break you.

So, don't forget to IM me

because I'm hemorrhaging money here and the 101 's a freaking parking lot.

(LAUGHTER)

The humane thing to do would be to take the set outside and put it out of its misery.

I might have mastered life.

Yeah, baby. Joe Hollywood.

So, what did Fitzgerald give you for ditching?

Uh, he was...

He was... He was pretty mad.

Yeah, he was mad. He was mad.

He's a weird dude.

Half the time, I think he wants to hit me, the other half,

I'm scared he's gonna kiss me or something.

He wants to help us, Chad.

It only creeps me out.

This one time, he shows me this picture of him as a teenager

with hardly any clothes on.

He kept putting his hairy freaking mitts on my shoulders,

going on about my good heart.

I think it's some straight up weird shit I don't even want to...

He didn't show you Yesterdays.

Yeah, that was it, Yesterdays.

(IMITATES FITZGERALD) "I've never shown this to anyone before in my life."

Chad, you have to go.

Why? What's wrong, Terri?

I've got homework to do. I need to be alone. Please go, Chad.

It's Sunday. What are you talking about?

Chad, please just leave me alone.

Terri, what's wrong? Just leave, Chad.

Whoa! Dude, Terri. Chill out, man. All right. You need to go.

Terri, what the hell is the matter with you?

What are you? Faggot fucking psycho?

Fucking big-titty piece of shit?

What the fuck's the matter with you?

Where'd your friend go?

Home, I guess.

I'm glad you're having visitors.

FITZGERALD: I do understand it.

Well, you're underestimating me.

Wait. How could you... How... Well, how could you think that I don't understand it?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Because it's got nothing to do with aesthetics, that's why.

No. It's basic mathematics.

It has to do with incoming money and outgoing expenses, Janet.

Hello?

The woman wants to cannonball into a pool of Italian high-heeled shoes.

You tell me something, Terri, is there anything wrong with my aesthetic?

What's up with you, Terri Bear?

Don't call me that.

All right, let's have it.

Come on, tell me what's wrong.

Me and Chad Markson hung out this weekend

and my uncle made us beans on toast and we talked.

Beans on toast? (SNICKERS)

What, you live in a hobo village?

You guys go off on your donkeys after that?

He told me that you showed him Yesterdays.

Oh, I see.

Yeah. "Oh."

(PHONE RINGING)

Fitzgerald.

Where?

The same handwriting?

All right, I'm coming down.

Let's take a walk.

I don't even understand this.

Well, a zombie is someone that's died and comes back to life.

Yeah, I know what a zombie is, Bob.

I don't see the connection.

Well, go get the paint.

I'm sorry, Terri.

Come sit down over here with me.

(FITZGERALD SIGHING)

Did you notice the new secretary in my office?

A temp agency sent her over to help out while Ms. Hamish was in the hospital.

Her name is Samantha. She's a really sweet girl.

She's a newlywed, she lives here in town.

And...

I could tell from the moment she got here

that she really wants to work here permanently.

I mean, it's a five-minute commute,

very convenient for her, right here in town.

It'd be a great job for her, you know?

Anyway, this morning,

she was trying to figure out through a series of sideways questions

exactly how serious Ms. Hamish's illness was.

And she was acting concerned, of course,

but I could see in her eyes, you know, she doesn't know Ms. Hamish.

She can't help it.

There's a part of her that wants Ms. Hamish to die.

It'll get her the job.

So?

So, Ms. Hamish is dead, Terri.

I got the call about an hour ago.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Don't say things you don't mean, Terri.

You're not sorry she's gone.

You barely knew her.

Sorry.

Now, after I got off the phone with the hospital,

I called the temp agency and I told them,

you know, we're gonna hire Samantha permanently.

And they thanked me and they said they'd call her and give her the news.

And I said, "You know, if you don't mind, I would rather do it,"

because I kind of wanted to spring the news on her.

You know, what a great way for she and I to start our working together, right?

But now, I have to tell her she's got the job

and I will have to watch while she pretends to be sad.

Life's a mess, dude,

but we're all just doing the best we can, you know.

You, and me, and Samantha,

we're just doing what we can.

So, if I hurt you

or if I lied to you, all I can tell you is I'm sorry,

and I will try to do better.

Maybe I will do better or maybe I'll do even worse. I don't know.

I screw up all the time because that's what people do,

you know?

Okay, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Ms. Hamish's funeral is this Friday.

She doesn't have any family or even any friends.

I was going to go over there alone and pay my respects,

but I got to be honest, it is starting to feel like a real downer.

(CHUCKLES)

I just don't know. Uh...

Do you want to come with?

GIRL: You can come sit over here with us, Terri.

I'm okay. Thanks.

What a jerk!

(KISSING SOUNDS)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

Enough, people, enough.

This is something that we're going to have to get through together,

as a group.

Now, there will be a test this Friday

where you will be asked to showcase your mucho sewing skills

with a traditional Mexican poncho.

(KIDS WHISPERING)

Take them off, Heather.

Take the sunglasses off, Heather Miles.

Take them off, Heather! God!

Hey, everybody, look at me, I'm Joe Hollywood.

I am successful.

You should come because I'm going to help you out.

(GROANS) I'm hemorrhaging. I'm on a parking lot.

Oh, Joe Hollywood. (ALL LAUGHING)

Very nice, Terri.

Would you mind if we continue with the lesson?

I'm sorry, Ms. Vick.

MS. VICK: Now, the traditional Mexican poncho

is centuries and centuries old.

And what makes it extraordinary

is the individuality of all the design,

and that's where you all come in.

Each one of you is going to leave indelibly your own imprint.

The traditional Mexican costume is exquisite.

And because they do not have the kind of industrialization that we have,

they've been able to maintain

this ancient and traditional culture and dress.

You're all capable of going on the computer.

I want you all to look and decide

where is your particular poncho from.

Think about what towns,

is it going to be Minatitlán? Is it going to be Oaxaca?

Is it going to be San Miguel de Allende?

What have we got? We've got yarn. Look at those colors.

And the Mexican flag. Look how brilliant that flag is.

I want you to incorporate these with bright, basic colors into your ponchos.

And for people that are shy,

this will be excellent to start coming out and wear bright colors

and say to the world, "Here I am. This is me."

(RINGING)

Bye, guys.

(LAUGHTER)

GIRL: Oh, my God, that was so funny.

Bye, Heather.

Hey, hold on a minute?

Um, hi. Do you have a second?

Yeah, sure.

I guess I just wanted to say thank you

for doing that thing in there, with the sunglasses.

Okay, yeah.

Can I ask you something, though?

I mean, why did you help me?

I'm... I don't know, why not?

I don't know.

Since last week, it seems like everyone has decided to hate me

except for you.

Do you know what I think it is, Heather?

I think that there's good-heart kids

and that there is bad-heart kids

here at the school.

But when I look at you, when I really look at you,

I know that you're a good-heart person.

And I guess that

makes me want to help you or be nice to you or...

Because that's what good hearts get.

I don't know.

Well, thank you, Terri.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye, Heather.

(BELL RINGS)

(BANGING)

(PLAYS PENSIVE TUNE)

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

Hi, Chad.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Terri Thompson, the man with the plan. Terri T, super kid.

Hi, Samantha. Terri! Terri! (GIGGLES)

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Terri Thompson's here to see you.

FITZGERALD: Yeah, just one second.

Look, I'm sorry I freaked out on you, okay?

Why?

Why'd I freak out on you, or why am I sorry?

Why?

(SIGHS)

Okay.

I freaked out on you because you made me feel bad about Mr. Fitzgerald.

And I don't want to feel bad about him because he's my good friend.

And you can think I'm...

All right. Who is ready to mourn?

Samantha, why wasn't Chad told that his Friday meeting was canceled?

Um... Right. Just... One second.

I'm sorry about this, Chad,

but you must have heard about Mrs. Hamish's passing.

Well, Terri and I are just going to the funeral to see her off, so...

Yeah.

We'll make it up next week. We'll do Thursday and Friday.

How about that?

Mr. Fitzgerald, could Chad come with us?

I was just going to say the same thing.

To the funeral?

You know, I really liked Ms. Hamish.

She was... She was my friend.

Yeah.

I don't know, Chad...

Yeah? I can go? I'm really going to miss her.

I'm going to need you to cut out any kind of weirdness there, Chad.

Can I have your word on that?

Oh, yeah. Totally.

All right, boys.

What? What?

Please write down the schedule, Thursday and Friday.

(FITZGERALD CHATTERING)

Terri, check out her skull.

Gracias. Thank you.

(BELL TOLLING)

TERRl: (SNICKERING) Please don't make me laugh.

Boys, have some respect.

There's a dead person right here.

We're just... This is us.

Sure.

All righty.

Please. Please.

(RECITES IN LATIN)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(RECITING IN LATIN)

Amen.

(CONTINUES RECITING)

Amen.

Um...

No baked beans in this whole place, if you can believe it or not.

I just never know what to get.

What are you getting?

WAITRESS: Are you guys ready to order?

FITZGERALD: You know, we're going to need another minute, if that's all right.

WAITRESS: Of course.

Hey, that reminds me. What's up with you and that girl Heather?

Oh! Did you see that?

That did look like something, yeah.

Nothing. We've just been talking.

She's coming over tonight. (EXCLAIMS)

Wait, like, tonight? As in tonight, tonight?

7:00, she said. And it's a date?

She didn't say.

What are you guys going to do?

I don't know.

I guess I'll...

I'm going to show her around and I'll show her my paperbacks,

and introduce her to Uncle James.

And he's got some old records and I think she likes music, so...

Is your heart breaking right now?

Mine is.

All right, Terri, no offense,

but it's time to take your head out of your ass, okay?

Chad, watch it.

Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald.

You have the biggest set of tits in the entire school, besides yours,

coming to your house tonight. Chad.

She says she just wants to come over and see where I live.

Oh, you're going to blow it.

If you do, she won't. Get it?

What is wrong with you, Chad? Honestly.

Right here. Stop.

Okay.

Listen, Ter, thanks for tagging along today, Ter.

It was weird.

It was really weird.

(SNICKERING) It was awesome.

And good luck tonight, Terri. You look out for yourself, okay?

Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald. Bye.

(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)

Don't touch the radio. (MUSIC STOPS)

What's with the face?

Someone steal your crackers?

Are you...

You look pretty good.

No rhyme or reason to it.

I don't want to be rude, but I want to take advantage of this window,

if you don't mind.

Yeah, sure.

I'm going to go clean for a bit.

(UNCAPPING BOTTLE)

(PILLS RATTLING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh.

Hey, Terri.

How's it going?

What are you doing here, Chad?

Look, I don't want to break up a party or anything.

Is she here?

No, but she's going to be here any minute,

and I just put Uncle James down.

Are you gonna get out of here or what?

Yeah, totally.

Listen, though.

Can I use your restroom real quick?

No. Go pee in the woods.

I'll see you tomorrow and I'll tell you all about it.

I'm afraid it's a little more serious than that, Terri.

Are you almost done in there?

CHAD: (IN HIGH SING-SONG VOICE) What? Who is it?

(RATTLING)

Terri? Terri Thompson?

I never liked you, Terri. Why are you so mean?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Delivery!

(GASPS) Delivery, Terri.

(CHAD GIGGLES)

CHAD: Ooh!

Hi, Terri.

CHAD: Terri?

(CHAD CHATTERING IN HIGH SING-SONG VOICE)

Um...

Is that your uncle?

It's my friend Chad. He'll be gone in a minute.

CHAD: Terri.

(CHUCKLING) What's wrong with him?

A few different things, I think.

Have you been drinking alcohol, Chad?

A little bit.

If you honestly think that I'm going to kill the buzz of a $200 bottle of whiskey.

$200 for one bottle?

It's not $200, Chad.

It is so and it is fucking delicious.

You want... You want me to go get it?

I don't want any, Heather, but if you do, you should go ahead.

Yeah? I should go? I'm going to find it.

Never mind, Chad.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You know, he's probably not going to find it anyways.

Hey, do you want to go see your uncle?

Can he hear us?

TERRl: I'm not sure.

Anyways, even if he could hear us, he wouldn't remember it later on.

He looks sad.

Maybe he can hear us, but he just doesn't care.

TERRl: What are you doing?

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

There's no use in pretending you're thinking of anybody but yourself.

Why do you say that?

Heather, he's sick.

Does he talk to you like that?

No.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Last one to puke is a rotten egg.

Hmm.

Meet you in the shed then, fuckers.

Come on. Let's let him rest. You can go have a drink with Chad.

I propose a toast,

to good times and friends.

(COUGHING)

(GROANS)

(SLURPING)

That's not how you're supposed to drink it, Terri.

It's how I drink it, okay?

Wait a minute.

Shut up and listen, you guys.

Sounds like... (RATTLING) Like...

Hey, give me that. They're not yours.

Hey!

What the hell was that?

Chad, they're my uncle's.

Your uncle has a whole houseful, okay?

He's not going to notice three little pills missing.

I don't think we should.

Well...

CHAD: (SOFTLY) Think she'll fuck us both? Yes or no?

What? What?

I know you met her first, Terri.

Chad, I want you to take it easy, okay?

(LOUDLY) No, I'm pretty sure that...

Do we really need the radio right now?

(WHISPERS) Look, look at me.

I need you to take a breath and calm down.

Look at me. Calm down, okay?

I'm totally calm.

Look, pay attention next time I'm over there

because she's looking at me like I'm up for auction.

Maybe we can just deal without the radio.

I don't want you to be uncomfortable, but I think it would be okay

if we just took one each.

Fuck, yeah. Let's do it.

What's it going to do to me?

Just make you feel nice.

I already feel nice.

You can always feel nicer.

TERRl: Only one, though, right?

Only one.

(COUGHS)

You took two pills.

Shh!

Don't tell Terri.

Who cares about that guy?

I care. He's my great big sweetheart.

CHAD: Hey.

Uh...

Heather, I have a question.

Um...

Why did you get fingered that one time? Chad!

Come on. I'm sorry, Heather.

You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.

I'll answer it.

Oh, good.

All girls get fingered sooner or later, Chad,

but I guess you wouldn't know about that.

Yeah. That's nice.

Look, what I was trying to get at is,

why did you get fingered in Home Economics?

That's where he wanted to do it.

He said nobody would see.

But why Dirty Zach?

Because he wanted to, okay?

And it feels good to be wanted.

Maybe that sounds sad to you guys.

I don't know.

CHAD: No, it's not sad.

It's not sad at all.

I feel strange.

CHAD: I feel awesome!

(EXHALES)

It's probably just the pill, Terri.

Is it too strong? Are you okay?

You look like an adult over there.

I do?

TERRl: Like a big shot.

(SNICKERING)

You're so shiny.

I am?

(GIGGLES)

I'm shiny?

(GROANS) I just want to fuck the whole world.

Cut a hole in the ground, I'll fuck it all night.

(BOYS LAUGHING)

It feels like I peed my pants, but I didn't.

(LAUGHING) Me, too.

Hey, let's pee our pants on purpose, huh?

TERRl: (LAUGHING) What?

Go for it, Chad.

CHAD: Yeah? Yeah.

CHAD: You don't think I'll do it?

I hope you do.

I'm doing it, doing it right now. HEATHER: Okay.

(TRICKLING)

(TRICKLING STOPS)

What did you think of that?

(CLAPPING)

Chad, that was amazing.

(HEATHER GIGGLES)

What did you think about that?

Well, it was new.

CHAD: Yeah?

Your turn.

My turn to what, pee all over my clothes? No, thank you.

CHAD: You got to do something.

I mean, I didn't just do all that for nothing.

HEATHER: I think you did, actually.

TERRl: Chad, what are you talking about?

You have to do something, Heather.

Gee, Chad, what do you want me to do?

Yeah, that's right.

I want you to suck my cock.

(LAUGHING)

Cock?

You call that little pink thing stuck to your balls a cock?

(SPLUTTERING)

(HEATHER LAUGHING)

Fuck this.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Terri.

CHAD: Fucking hell!

Hey, guys.

(COUGHS)

HEATHER: You're not drinking your drink.

You're supposed to hit it, not babysit it.

(TERRI GROANS)

(POURING)

What are you thinking about?

CHAD: He wants to see your tits.

Do you want to see?

I don't know.

CHAD: No, no.

She wants to see your tits.

Show her your tits, Terri.

Let's take our clothes off.

I can't.

I'll help.

Terri.

Look.

Terri, come here.

Terri, come over here. Come on.

Terri.

Terri, please come over here. I'm right here, please.

Terri.

(SIGHS)

(SNORING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SIZZLING)

Did you have somebody over here last night?

A girl?

Yeah.

A pretty girl.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(SNORING)

Who... Was... What happened?

Come on.

(COUGHING)

Thank you, Terri.

There's some aspirin in the nurse's station.

Yeah, that would be good.

(RATTLING)

(BANGING)

Well, that was easy. What the hell is this lock for anyway?

Aspirin and iodine?

Can I have one, too?

(LAUGHING)

Sky hoop.

(CHEERS)

What do you think?

She's embarrassed.

I'm not going to say anything about what happened

if that's what she's worried about.

Well, I'm sure she would appreciate that.

It's okay.

I don't think I'm ready for all that stuff yet anyway.

Who is, you know?

(SIGHS)

So, do you think you and your wife are going to get divorced?

No. No.

Just a fight.

One of many.

What was it about?

For some people, Terri, enough is just not enough.

How do I look?

Like you slept in a car.

Oh, well.

Are you going to go home now?

Yeah. I might as well get it over with.

Where are you gonna go?

I'll probably see how Chad's doing.

Listen, Terri, we did not just enter school property.

Okay. Yeah?

Are we clear on that? Very clear.

All right. Lay five on me.

Come on, lay five on me.

I will see you on Monday for our meeting, yeah?

Monday. All right.

Thank you. (CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SOMEONE ELSE PLAYING)

I called her, chatting on the phone today

It's something I rarely do

But for reasons that I can't explain

I feel I'm splitting in two

I don't know who I've been

I'm a stranger in my skin

Used to be somebody

Now I'm someone else

I took a look at my reflection

I didn't recognize myself

The person in the mirror was a shell

Hollow on the inside, as empty as a bell

And I can hear it ringing out for miles around

Friends say I need help

But I know I'm not crazy I'm only someone else

Oh, oh

I want someone else

I used to be somebody

Used to be somebody

Now I'm someone else

And time takes it all

I feel the seating's changing

I hear the thunder roll

Oh, oh

I want someone else

I used to be somebody

Used to be somebody

Now I'm someone else

All right

Now I'm someone else

I am someone else

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