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Jeremy. Come on,
I've gotta go.

Sorry, Dad. One second.

Live from Washington where
tax hikes have been approved

by the House Ways
and Means committee.

The same higher corporate
rate of 26 and a half.

The same capital gains rate,
25% we told you about on Monday.

We're going to get into the
details in just a moment.

But first, today's weather.

But what about that boy in your
math class you told me about?

The one that's been teasing
you. He still teasing you?

Yeah, but only when he's
with this dumb friend,

otherwise he's okay.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Oh, good morning,
Ms. Carrie Mae.

Oh, good morning.

- So how are you today?
- I'm okay.

Listen, thanks so much for getting her
to school and picking her up and every...

- Oh, please. It's my pleasure.
- Why is Ms. Carrie Mae picking me up?

I have a meeting after
school. I'll be home late.

But it's Friday.
Friday's movie night.

I know.

Sorry, sweet pea. Mommy
needs to take this.

- Hey Greg.
- Hey. Just checking in.

See how you're
doing. Big day today.

I just want this all to be over.

It's gonna go
great. Don't worry.

Just remember what we talked
about, everything will be fine.

You want what to be over?

Right. I'm ready.

Look, I need to prepare
for the hearing.

I'll see you at the courthouse
at four. Don't be late.

I won't be. See you there.

Maya, sweet pea. I'm sorry.

You can watch a movie
with Ms. Carrie Mae.

You can even order
pizza if you want.

But Mommy has to go to an
important meeting. You understand?

Maya? Come on baby.

I have to go. I'm
late for school.

And if you don't finish your
breakfast, you will be too.

Love you.

I can't believe they would
take so long to decide.

What if you get it?

You only have two months to...
write and practice your speech.

I should call the school.

Tell 'em to hurry up and
make up their mind already.

- Dad, don't call the school.
- Why not?

Do you know how much
money I give them?

And they keep us in
suspense like this.

It shouldn't even be
a question anyway.

You're a much better
student than that girl.

- Whatever. Just don't call them.
- Fine.

But if they don't announce
it by the end of the week,

I'm gonna go down there
with you and make them.

I'll see you at home.

How does Angelou expound
on Dunbar's declaration,

the caged bird singing?

What is she saying?

Kyle.

As a little Black girl growing
up in the south, she wasn't free.

She was caged.

Yeah, but I mean, singing
was a way to like, feel free.

- Angela?
- That's not really it.

She is stuck. She's in prison.

Go on, Angela.

I mean, she's a
victim of oppression.

- And racism.
- And rape.

Maya Angelou saying,
"I am the caged bird."

Crying out to be seen,

heard... understood.

"I want to be free."

But Ms. H, can I be a bird right now
and fly four minutes before the bell?

Because Mrs. Shaw's gonna kill me if I'm
late for woman's studies class again.

- What? I study women, man.
- My boy.

On that note, your homework for
the weekend is to write a poem.

No more than 10 lines,
no less than six,

about a time you felt caged.

Due Monday.

Turn in your essays
on the way out.

Thank you.

Mrs. H?

Can I ask your advice
about something?

Of course. That's
why I'm here.

Well it's, it's not
really a school thing.

I mean, it's kind
of a school thing,

but it's not like an
academic thing, you know?

So you didn't stay to talk
about the reading. What's up?

It's about a boy.

Oh, a boy. Do tell.

- Just a boy.
- Fair enough.

Sorry. Hold on.

That's better.

Okay, so what's the deal with
this boy? How can I help?

I don't know.

We're in the same chemistry
lab and we flirt all the time

but, he won't ask me out and
the spring formal is coming up

and, I just don't
know what to do.

Well, why don't you ask him out?

What? No, I couldn't do that.

- Why not?
- Because that's just not...

Not what? Not how it's done.

So what, this is the 21st
century, not "Middlemarch."

- Who cares?
- I don't know. It's not even that.

What if he doesn't like me back?

What if I ask him
and he says no?

Then you forget about him and
find a new boy to worry about.

Your life doesn't
revolve around him.

But... if you want to go
with him, tell him that.

Yeah, I guess.

Trust me, if you ask him, he
might say no, he might say yes.

Either way, you'll
know where you stand.

Plus, he'll be psyched
if you ask him.

You really thinks so?

You're late.

- Thank you so much, Mrs. Hill.
- Anytime, honey.

You let me know how things
go with the mystery boy.

- I will.
- Okay.

Bye.

Yo, Jeremy, what's
going on, man?

Oh, nothing much,
I guess. What's up?

Just got that senioritis sending
bad, you know what I mean?

I'm like totally checked out,
dude. It's fucking great.

Yeah, it feels so good not to
worry about all that stuff anymore.

Holy shit. Now don't tell me
Jeremy's slacking off on us.

I mean, why not? It's not
like it matters anymore.

Oh, that's right. They gave
valedictorian to Julia, right?

Oh, I mean...

- Sorry about that dude.
- No, whatever. I don't care.

Like you said, I am...
totally checked out.

That's the spirit, bro.

Hey, my dad just got
a new lake house, bro.

Come through this weekend.
Hey, I'll see you, man.

- Hey, Greg.
- They're trying to move the hearing.

What? Wait, hold on.

Say that again.

They're trying to move
the hearing up to 1:30.

I can't...

Unbelievable. That's in an hour. How
can they change the time like that?

They can't, not unless you
agree. It's a power move.

If you don't accept
the new time,

they'll file continuance
and get a new court date.

- It's scummy lawyer tactics.
- So what do we do?

Well, that's really up to you.

You can either get here by
1:30 or wait for a new date,

but that could take
a couple months.

I can't believe this.

Okay, let's do it.

Listen, it's not a problem
if you can't make it.

Better to wait a month or
two than show up late today.

No, there's no
traffic right now.

- I can be to you in 40 minutes.
- Are you sure?

- I want this done today.
- Okay, you got it. I'll tell the judge.

Okay. I'm leaving now.

God. Son of a bitch.

God.

Oh crap. Mrs. H.,
I am so sorry.

- Yes. Okay.
- So sorry.

Here.

No, that's okay, Jeremy. It's my
fault. I was in a hurry. You all right?

Yeah. I was gonna knock on the door
and ask if you're having office hours.

I wanted to talk to you
about my final project.

You know what, Jeremy? I was, but
I actually found out I have to go.

So, can it wait
until next Tuesday?

Wait, Mrs. H.

- You're not here about the project.
- I really need to talk to someone.

All right. I can stay for five minutes,
but then I really need to go, okay?

I've got somewhere to be.

Come on, have a seat.

Okay, so what's going on?

Jeremy?

You know I can't help you if I
don't know what the problem is.

Look, Jeremy, I am more than happy
to sit here silently with you

for as long as you
want next week.

But right now, if there's
something you need to talk about,

you need to actually talk.

Okay. Okay.

Do you play chess, Mrs. H.?

What?

- Chess. Do you play it?
- No.

I mean, I know how to play it,
but I haven't played in years.

I suppose you're more of a
backgammon person then, huh?

Jeremy, what does this
have to do with...

You'll see, but if you
want to understand,

you need to let me explain
everything in order.

Okay.

No, I don't play chess.

Okay, well, I don't
know if you know,

but I'm the president
of the chess club.

And in chess there's
a term, a gambit.

- Do you know it?
- I've heard it before. What does it mean?

A gambit is an opening maneuver.

You sacrifice some pawns to
position the board in your favor.

You suffer a loss, but
you gain an advantage

in the overall long
scheme of the game and...

- Are you even listening to me?
- Of course. I'm sorry, Jeremy.

I just don't know
where this is going...

I think someone's gonna
shoot up the school.

I'm sorry, what?

I know someone's gonna
shoot up the school.

Jeremy, you know that's a very
serious thing to say, right?

- Do I not seem serious?
- Jesus.

Okay, well, talk to
me. What do you know?

Did another student tell
you they're gonna do that?

- No.
- So what then?

Did you see someone with a
gun? Was it on social media?

No, no. Nothing like that.

So then why are you saying someone
is gonna shoot up the school?

Jeremy, come on!
This isn't a game.

Your friends' lives
could be at risk.

I need you to tell me
what makes you suspect

someone's going
to shoot up the...

If I told you you wouldn't
understand. Not yet, at least.

Jeremy. You know,
you need to tell me.

You wouldn't be
here if you didn't.

I'll listen and I'll do my
best to understand, okay?

- Please.
- I know you will.

That's why I came to you. It's
just... hard to know where to start.

It'll be okay. Whatever it
is, we'll figure it out. Okay?

Do you actually
have any evidence,

that someone is
planning a shooting?

Jeremy, I hate to even suggest this,
but I think it bears mentioning,

do you think there's any chance you
might be a little... overly suspicious

considering what
happened to Lee?

Overly suspicious? Isn't that just
a nicer way of saying paranoid?

Honey, I would understand if you worried
about that kind of thing sometimes.

- He was your brother after all.
- No, no. This was a mistake.

You're never gonna understand
I can tell already.

Okay, just wait.
I'm sorry, Jeremy.

Look, I'll be honest, I'm late
for a very important meeting,

so I'm a little distracted. But
this is obviously more important.

So, why don't we go
down to the office

and talk to the
headmistress about this?

No, no. I only
wanna talk to you,

Jeremy, you know I'm gonna have to
report whatever it is you tell me

as soon as we are
done talking, right?

Yeah, I know. But for now,
I only wanna talk to you.

All right, then. I'll
stay here with you.

But you have to tell me
everything. Okay? Everything.

I will.

Okay...

God, I don't think it's too late
for me to cancel my meeting.

Let me call and tell them I'm not gonna
be able to make it and then I'm all ears.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

- Sorry. It'll just take a second.
- I said don't do that.

Jeremy, stop. I need to let
them know I'm not coming.

I can't be late. Okay?
Just gimme one minute.

- Hang up the phone now, Mrs. H.
- Jeremy.

Hang up the phone
or I'll kill you

and everybody else in
this building. Do it now.

Okay. Now I need you to
listen to me very carefully.

The most important thing for
you to understand right now

is that this gun is equipped with a
suppressor, commonly known as a silencer.

That means I can fire it without
anybody outside this room hearing.

- Jeremy...
- Let me finish.

I'm telling you this because I'm sure
you're thinking of screaming for help.

And what I'm trying
to say is, if you do,

I'll have to shoot you in the head
before anyone outside can hear.

Please don't scream.

I don't wanna kill you
unless I absolutely have to.

Nod if you understand.

Mrs. H., I have a bar gag and
zip ties if you make me use 'em,

but I'd really rather not.

I'm sure you're going to have questions
and I'd rather have an actual dialogue.

Gimme your phone.

Stop thinking and just do what I
tell you or lots of people die.

Is this little Mrs. H.?

I'll take your keys too.

Perfect. You're doing great.
Now take a seat and don't move.

Which key is it?

- The brass one.
- Okay.

Okay.

That's better.

Jeremy, what are you doing?

I told you someone is planning
on shooting up the school.

- I'm someone.
- But why?

You don't understand,
but you will.

But this doesn't make sense.

You're such... you've
always been such a...

Model minority?

Good student. This
isn't like you.

No, this is me.
Mrs. H, this is me.

- Is this because you didn't get valedic...
- No, I don't give a shit about that!

My dad is the only person who cares
if I get valedictorian or not.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Jeremy, please,
please don't do this.

Whatever it is you're thinking,

whatever it is you're feeling,
this isn't the answer.

I promise you, whatever
it is you have planned,

you don't want to
go through with it.

How can you say that when you
don't even know what it is yet?

Because what you're
talking about is...

Violence is never the answer.

Now, with all due
respect, Mrs. H,

you don't know
what I'm thinking.

You don't know what I'm feeling. You
have no idea what I have planned.

So maybe you shouldn't be so
quick to say it's a bad idea.

Aren't you always telling us not
to judge a book by its cover?

This isn't a library
book, Jeremy.

This is real life
and you have a gun!

- Please just put it...
- Lower your voice!

Please. This is crazy.

No, it's not. I'm not crazy!

Of course you're
not, but this is.

Look at yourself.

I just don't want you
to make a mistake.

This isn't a mistake.

This isn't Columbine. This
isn't Sandy Hook or Parkland.

I'm not Seung-Hui Cho.
Okay? I'm not mentally ill.

I need you to see, that I'm
completely of sound mind.

Okay.

So why don't we talk about this?

Since I clearly
don't understand,

why don't you start by telling me what
you're planning to do with that gun?

A gambit.

If you wanna talk, talk.

Don't give me some
cryptic chess metaphor.

I suppose that's fair.

Besides, we wasted
enough time already.

At 1:50 PM when that
bell goes off...

and eighth period gets out,

I'm gonna stand in the hallway and
shoot my schoolmates in the head

as they file outta
their classes.

Why? Why would
you wanna do that?

I don't want to.
I need to do it.

I need to show everyone that I
can do it and that's the problem.

Think of all the pain
you'll cause, Jeremy.

The people you'll hurt.

You of all people know what that
pain is like. Your brother...

My brother is exactly the reason
I'm doing this. This is for him.

No... No, he
wouldn't want this.

You don't know that. You
barely even knew him.

Besides, Mrs. H.,

I've only told you
what I'm gonna do.

I haven't told you why
I'm going to do it.

It doesn't matter. There's
no good reason, no excuse.

- Really? You think so?
- I know so, Jeremy.

Do you know what kind
of gun this is Mrs. H.?

A pistol.

This is a 9mm semi-automatic
handgun with a 10-pound trigger.

It usually holds 10 rounds, with
the extended magazine it holds 20.

It's the same kind of gun
that killed my brother.

And that one didn't have a suppressor but
it didn't need one in that loud theater.

He was in a bad mood that night.

He'd just gotten a B-on an
essay earlier that afternoon

and my dad got home and found
out. They got in a huge fight.

Finally my dad said if he got another
B, he'd kick him outta the house.

So Lee stormed out and went to blow
off steam the best way he knew how.

Went to the movies.

He paid $11.50 cents
for a ticket to a movie.

He bought a large
popcorn and a soda...

and hurried into the theater to
get a good seat to watch trailers.

He loved the trailers.

And Lee got to enjoy 47
minutes of glorious action,

before a man in the very
back row loaded his own 9mm,

began shooting movie goers in
the back of the head, one by one.

Thanks to the theater's state-of-the-art
surround sound speakers,

most people just thought the
shots were part of the movie.

As I said, there was
no need for a silencer.

He killed nine people before anyone
understood what was really going on

and started stampeding
towards the exits.

My brother was the eighth.

Within seven minutes, 26 people were
dead and another dozen or so injured.

All because the wrong
man had one of these.

I remember when I got the
call from the headmistress,

I didn't believe her at
first. It didn't make sense.

No it didn't. In fact,
that's what they kept saying.

Senseless, they said. A
senseless act of violence.

26 people dead.

Just because some psychopath
got it in his head

that shooting random people in the back
of the head would be a fun night out.

I am so sorry, Jeremy.

- Yeah, me too.
- It must've been so awful.

It was. It was the worst thing I've
ever experienced in my entire life.

Then why would you
wanna repeat it?

Don't you see? I don't want to
repeat it. I want to end it.

End it? You mean you...

No, no, I... that's not
what I mean. I mean...

I probably will be dead by the end
of the day. I've accepted that.

No, but I mean... end this...

this epidemic.

That phone call you got
from the headmistress,

somebody gets that
call 800 times a month.

10,000 a year. And
that's just homicides.

If you include suicides,
it's triple that number.

You seem pretty anti-gun for
someone waving a gun in my face.

Oh, come on Mrs. H.,
you're an English teacher.

If anyone can appreciate
irony, it should be you.

This isn't ironic,
Jeremy. It's missguided.

Honey, what are you doing?

Do you know where
I got this gun?

Come on, guess.

- Is it your dad's?
- Yeah right.

Like my dad would have the
balls to pick up a gun.

No, he fights his
wars with cash.

I take it you're not very
close with your father then?

We're not here to talk
about me and my dad.

- Now guess. How'd I get this gun?
- I don't know, Jeremy.

Online. Can you believe
that? I got it online.

Maybe it wasn't exactly as easy as one
click, but it sure as hell wasn't hard.

I had to wait a couple months,
created a few fake profiles,

and then one day, it
just came in the mail.

Along with a silencer and extended
magazine and six boxes of ammunition.

The man who shot my
brother, James Duncan,

he got his at a gun
show outta state.

He paid cash, never
had to show an ID.

He was in and out in
less than half an hour.

And after that, he drove
600 miles outta his way

to carry out his master
plan at the Multiplex.

Nobody knows how
he chose that spot.

Nobody knows why he did it.

And we know that
somebody sold him a gun,

capable of killing 26
people within seven minutes.

Now tell me, which factor in
that equation is senseless.

So you're what?

You're gonna shoot up the school to prove
some point about gun control? That's it?

Oh my God, Jeremy, that's...

this is not a good idea, honey.

Yeah. It's a brilliant idea.

Don't.

Who is that?

I told you, I'm late for a
meeting. People are expecting me.

- They're gonna be wondering where I am...
- Shut up.

Who's Greg? Who is he?

He is my lawyer.

Your lawyer?

Don't tell me you're in trouble
with the law, Mrs. Hill.

If you had just let me call him
before, I could have canceled.

Now he's gonna be
looking for me.

He's going to keep calling me.

Let me just call him back and
tell him I'm not going to make it.

I may not have made valedictorian,
Mrs. H., but I'm not that stupid.

What's the passcode?

Am I gonna have to ask you
everything twice? What's the code?

Zero three seventeen.

Your daughter's birthday?

It's my cousin's.

Send a text to Greg.

What do you wanna say?

Sorry. Stuck in a little traffic.
Be there soon. Don't worry.

Here's your message.
Ready to send it?

- Yes.
- Okay. It's sent.

There. Now where were we?

You were about to realize what
a horrible mistake this is.

You know, I recommend
positive thinking Mrs. Hill.

We're here's so I can
tell you what I'm doing,

not so you can
talk me out of it.

And again... you need
to understand this

isn't an impulse decision.

It is not some senseless
act of violence.

I've planned this
for a long time.

Every-single-detail.

I know where I need to be,

when I need to be there.

I've thought it through,

and I know, once I
do what I need to do,

people will open their eyes and
finally put a stop to gun violence.

Let's say you're right.

You're not, but
let's say you are.

You kill a bunch
of innocent kids

and the Jeremy Gun
Control Act gets passed.

That doesn't make
it okay to kill...

- Of course it does.
- Jeremy, no.

You can't just decide who gets
to live and who has to die.

- It doesn't work that way.
- Of course it does.

- You of all people know that. Mrs. H.
- What are you talking about?

You ever get tired of
the knee on your neck?

- Whose knee?
- Come on, you know what I'm talking about.

The knee. The knee that
follows you into stores,

that pulls you over for a
bogus traffic violation,

that calls the cops on you for playing
in the park with their daughter

because they don't think you belong
there. The knee that won't hire you

because you have the
wrong first name.

And if they do hire
you, pay you less

than the lesser-qualified
person sitting next to you.

What does this have to...

The knee that can take
your life in a heartbeat?

Even as you sit in the
safety of your own home.

That knee.

They decides who gets to
live and who has to die.

- Where is this going Jeremy?
- You don't follow?

I do what I have to do.

And I do what I have to do.

And sometimes you have to
sacrifice your king-side pawn.

Sometimes your queen's.
But either way,

you sacrifice the pawns
you need to win the game.

This isn't a game.

This is life!

You win it by being a good person,
by living a happy, fulfilling life,

by helping other
people do the same.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Hypothetically, if I step outta this
classroom and kill just a hundred people,

and legislation is passed that reduces
that statistic by even a third,

then I'm responsible for
saving over 15,000 lives

within the first five years.

That comes out to 165
future lives saved,

for every one I take today.

You're gonna sit there
and tell me not to do it.

- That's right.
- Stop.

You're saying that if a train
was gonna hit 165 people,

but you could switch your
tracks to only kill one,

you wouldn't hit the switch?
Because I sure hope you would.

Even if the one person
was your brother, Lee?

It doesn't matter.

- Do the math.
- There is no math.

The value of human life
isn't quantifiable.

I look forward to proving
you're wrong, Mrs. H.

You won't prove anything. This
isn't some trolley problem.

Isn't it?

The difference is you're not
switching railroad tracks,

you're driving
the goddamn train.

So what? Am I supposed to
sit back and do nothing?

This isn't the way to
change the world, Jeremy.

Sure it is.

You change the world by
taking away their power.

- You have a better way?
- I don't know.

But killing somebody to get
what you want is never okay.

Well, let's see. After James Duncan
killed my brother and 25 other people,

I joined Students Against
Gun Violence shortly after.

Senate put forth a gun control
measure that would ban guns like this

and close purchasing loopholes like
the ones James Duncan used to buy his.

- And the one you used to buy yours.
- You catch on quickly, Mrs. H.

I went to rallies, I
canvased door to door,

I got signatures,
I wrote postcards.

I spoke at marches!

Gun control. Now!

I did everything a person could
do to help get that bill passed.

But just like every
gun control bill

Congress votes on
after a mass shooting,

they shot it down.

60 to 40. It wasn't even close.

Boom.

Just like that, I
spent all that energy,

all the time and effort,
I accomplished nothing.

Because at the end of the day,

the decision came down
to a room of politicians,

politicians who are corrupt,

who are in the pocket of the NRA

or who are too scared to break party
lines because they're up for reelection.

So if you have a problem
with the government,

maybe you should run for office.

You're already student
body president.

You're, you're going to Harvard.
You're already on track.

Get yourself elected.

Vote on a bill. Propose
a bill. Do it right.

- Forge thine own legacy. Right?
- That's what I'm doing.

I'm just skipping
all the bullshit.

You know, when Lee and
I were in sixth grade,

our teacher announced that she
would give the class a pop quiz.

So she handed out this piece
of paper and on top it said,

"Read all instructions
carefully and complete."

So I read the first question,

"Write your name on the
top-right corner of this page."

"That's easy," I thought.

So I wrote my
name... Jeremy Chue.

Question number two,

"Turn this page on his back
and draw a star in the center."

So I drew a star.

Question number three,

"Fold the bottom-left corner of
this page and draw a circle."

Question four, "Spell dog."

Each question easier
than the last...

until the final instruction.

Number 25...

"Disregard questions
1 through 24

and turn in a blank
quiz when you're ready.

Each student will get an A+."

- And?
- And it was a trick.

A dumb trick to make
little kids feel stupid.

You know, I had done such
a good job on that quiz.

I drew a perfect star. I
printed my name flawlessly...

just to find out that
it was all pointless.

It meant nothing.

Lee read all the way through, of
course. He was always smarter.

But I won't fall for
that trick this time.

Sure, I could spend 20
years getting elected

and push legislation
through inch by inch.

Or...

I could be smart and
skip all the bullshit.

- You missed the point of that lesson.
- Oh really?

While you were sitting there seething
about being tricked into doing busy work,

all the other kids were just having
fun drawing stars and circles.

They were all enjoying having a period
free to doodle and answer easy questions.

To them, it was fun. And
that was the point, honey.

That life isn't a quiz
you need to get an A on.

It's about the joy you
get from doodling a star

or eating a slice of pizza or listening
to a beautiful piece of music.

The pointless things... are the
point. It's about the bullshit.

Give me a break, Mrs. H.
There's no real beauty in music.

It's just more math.

Just a pattern of notes
either theoretically correct

or it isn't. That's
all music is.

The beauty is between the notes.

Come on, you're going to tell
me you don't feel anything

when you play a
sonata on your cello.

I only play the cello because my
dad made me start when I was seven.

I could play that thing perfectly all
day and not feel a god damn thing.

And my dad always cries
when he hears me practicing.

But that's not
because of the music.

No, it's because I
remind him of Lee.

That's the fucked up thing
about being the surviving twin.

My very existence makes my
parents randomly burst into tears.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

That must be terrible.
I can't even imagine.

No matter what I do with the rest
of my life, I will never be enough.

I will always make them sad.

So I might as well make that
sadness count for something now.

You might not believe this, Jeremy,
but I know what it feels like

to lose someone you
love because of a gun.

It's true.

I don't really talk about
where I come from in school.

When you grow up poor and Black

in the Pork & Beans projects
of Liberty City, Miami,

and you're trying to get
tenure at a place like this,

you're not super eager to
talk about your childhood.

But I'll tell you because
you'll actually understand.

It was my cousin
Jay's 12th birthday.

I was eight years old.

My best friend Jasmine and I

were at my cousin's
house playing hopscotch.

I was so focused on
staying on one leg,

I never even noticed Jay running
down the sidewalk behind us

or the police car chasing him.

The sound.

I still don't think I've
ever heard anything as loud.

It was over before I
even knew what happened.

About 10 seconds total.

I know what you're
going through.

I know what it's like to have
someone ripped away from you.

Your cousin's birthday. That's
what your phone code is.

Mrs. H., I'm sorry that
your cousin died. I am.

But, but he was
just your cousin.

I lost my twin.

So no, I don't think you
know what I'm going through.

But I do, Jeremy.

My cousin, like so many
Black people in this country,

had a target on his back.

He was just playing
with his toy gun.

You asked me what it feels like
to have their knee on our necks.

It's fucking painful.

But you don't see Black people
picking up arms to protect ourselves.

Well maybe you should.

Because I'm sure that would
get Congress's attention.

There are mass shootings all
the time and nothing gets done.

Like you said, Sandy
Hook. Kids, Jeremy.

And nothing changed.

Parkland, nothing. Pulse
Nightclub, nothing.

Las Vegas, nothing.

This little stunt is just
going to hurt more people,

cause more suffering...

- Volume.
- Listen to me, please.

All you'll do is destroy dozens
of lives, including your own.

You won't change a thing.

Yes, I will.

That's why you are here
talking to me today

so you can set the
record straight.

What?

When this is all over,

I'm going to need someone
to tell them why I did it.

A witness, someone to
explain that I wasn't crazy.

That I did what I did
to save thousands.

And you expect
people to do what?

Forgive you, respect
you, pat you on the back?

They're supposed to pass
common-sense gun laws

so something like this
never happens again.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

That's just not how
things get accomplished.

Trust me, Mrs. H. You know
me, I always do my homework.

This will work.

Why me?

Oh, come on, Mrs. H.

Don't you know you're
my favorite teacher?

This isn't funny...

Hello? Mrs. Hill,
are you in there?

I think I forgot my book in there.
Can I just come in and grab it?

If you make a noise, I'm
gonna start shooting.

I'm gonna start with you.

Hello?

Mrs. Hill?

Mrs. Hill, is that you?

Play along.

If you try something, I have
to kill her. It's your fault.

- Hey, Angela.
- Jeremy. Hey, how's it going?

Pretty good. I'm sorry
we didn't hear you.

Mrs. Hill just helped me
practice this stupid little skit

the student body is
putting on for Senior Day.

Wow, that sounds like fun.

If making a fool outta yourself in
front of the whole school is fun,

I guess you could say that.

Isn't that kind of the
point of Senior Day though?

You know it's the end of
high school so you can stop

worrying about what people
think or what they might say.

I guess so.

I could do without the cream
pie in the face though.

- Well, I'm sure you'll do great.
- Thanks. Let's hope so.

Anyway, sorry to interrupt.

I think I left my
English book in here

and I just wanted to grab
it before the bell rings.

- Mind if I take a look?
- Of course not. Come on in.

- Hey Mrs. Hill, sorry to bother you.
- No problem at all, Angela.

- Here's your book, safe and sound.
- Great. Thanks.

I'm just glad you
didn't forget it.

- See you Monday.
- See you.

Hey Mrs. Hill, that thing
we talked about earlier,

you didn't tell anyone
about that, did you?

Oh, no. No, of course not.

Okay, good. Wish me luck then.

- Hey, Jeremy.
- What's up?

I just wanted to say, I've had a
lot of fun with you in lab this year

and I think you're really cute

and I was wondering if
you might wanna take me

to the spring formal
next month, as your date.

Angela...

Good wow or bad wow?

Definitely good wow.
I'd love to go with you.

But... seeing as how you asked me,
let's just say I'm going as your date.

- Sound good?
- Sounds amazing.

Perfect. I actually
have to get back

to going over this skit but
why don't we talk later?

In the meantime, you better
start looking for a dress.

Lemme know what color it is, I don't
wanna get you the wrong corsage.

I will. And I'll
talk to you later.

Great. Can't wait.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Actually, Angela.
- Yeah.

This is totally random, but do you
mind if I take a look at your book?

I'm... just curious
about something.

- Thanks.
- No, wait.

No!

Angela?

Oh my God! No, no, no, no.

What have you done?

- Shut up.
- What the hell did you do?

I said shut up.

This is, this is on you.

I didn't mean to.
I... I didn't mean to!

Not a sound.

Just keep it quiet.

I'm gonna go lock
the door again.

I don't want to see
you move an inch!

All right.

Everyone's in class.

All right? All right?!

Nothing is all right about
this, Jeremy. Nothing.

What the fuck have you done?

You really thought I'd let you give her
that book without checking it first?

You've known me four years now and
you really think I'm that stupid.

No. I pulled the trigger, Mrs. H.,
but you're the one that killed her.

- Bullshit!
- Quiet.

You did that.

Besides, isn't
this what you want?

Isn't this your
whole master plan?

No it's not, actually.

Angela wasn't on my list.

List? You have a list?

I told you, I'm not crazy.

I don't want to kill any more people
than I have to. This isn't fun for me.

Who's on this list?

Nine students. Just nine.

Who are they?

The problem is with Congress,
they'll never stop what's happening

because it doesn't
ever affect them.

They can shoot down gun control bills
and line their pockets with NRA cash,

and never feel the pain of
losing someone to one of these.

- Who's on the list, Jeremy?
- Look, don't you get it?

I'm gonna show them the pain.

I'm gonna show them what it's like to
lose their sons and their daughters

and then they won't think twice
about voting for better gun control.

There are three congressmen
and one congresswoman

with children attending
King's Academy.

And all of 'em have pro-gun records.
That's the first six on the list.

Lauren made the list because
her dad is an NRA lobbyist.

Bobby and Brian made it

because their mom is head
counsel for Smith & Wesson.

Once they understand that
this can happen to them too,

that this problem
affects everyone,

then they'll put a stop to it.

- You're a liar.
- What?

You're just a liar.

Mrs. H., I promise you, I haven't
told you anything but the truth.

You want people to think
you're some kind of martyr

doing what needs to be done
for the good of mankind.

But this isn't martyrdom,
it's assassination.

- It's revenge.
- This isn't revenge.

Yes it is.

You blame Congress for what happened
to Lee and you wanna get back at them.

I get that. I do.

After my cousin got shot,

I fantasized constantly
about killing the cops.

I thought about shooting them.

It's natural to think
like that, but that...

That isn't what this is.
I'm not going after them.

Right.

You're going after their
kids, which is even worse.

This isn't noble.
It's not heroic.

You're not trying
to change the world.

You're just trying to get back
at the people you are mad at.

This isn't about eye for an eye.

It's about making sure
the people in charge

know what it's like to
lose someone at random.

You mean the same people
whose lives were threatened

in the Capitol during an
insurrection where people died.

Stop the steal!

The same people whose
power meant more to them

than calling out domestic terrorists
and launching an investigation.

Those people?

Dress it up as political
activism all you want.

It's selfish and it's wrong

and you're only doing it to
make yourself feel better

and in the end, you are
no different than them.

No, you're wrong. And
trust me, Mrs. H.,

you're lucky I don't
care about revenge.

Because if I wanted to
kill everyone responsible

for Lee getting
killed that night,

you wouldn't be walking
outta this classroom alive.

What? Now you're
blaming me too?

You know it's amazing what people can do
without thinking about the consequences.

If you remember, I told
you Lee went to the movies

after getting a fight with
my dad over a bad grade.

- Guess who gave him the bad grade?
- So what?

You want me to feel guilty about
Lee because I gave him a B-?

It wasn't his best work. I gave
him a B, I didn't kill him.

He wouldn't have been at that
movie if it wasn't for you.

You knew him.

You should have known what a
B-could mean for us at home.

Is that why you chose me?

Is that why I'm the one
you're telling all this to,

because I didn't give
your brother a good grade?

I chose you because your classroom
was at the end of the East Wing hall

where all nine in my targets
have class eighth period.

At 1:50, when that
bell rings again

and their classes let
out, I'll be waiting.

I should probably
start getting ready.

Oh my God.

Want to guess where
I got this one?

- Online?
- Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.

Now I'm gonna put
this pistol down,

and I'm keeping it close by.

I'm a quick draw so don't make the
mistake of thinking it can't kill you

just because it's not in my
hands the moment. Got it?

Got it.

Good.

Now this is an M15
tactical carbine.

Gas-operated semi-automatic
with a four-power ACOG scope

and a flash suppressor.

The mag holds 30
rounds of 5.56 ammo,

which when fired,
leaves the barrel

at a speed of just over
2000 meters per second.

It weighs six and a
half pounds unloaded,

has a hair trigger and is
accurate to over 500 yards.

It's just a shame that it was
built to kill human beings.

Earlier, you said I don't get to
decide who lives and who dies.

It doesn't work that way.

Would you say the same about
the cops who killed your cousin?

'Cause it seems to me, cops
decide who lives and who dies,

especially when they're
Black lives, right?

It's not the same.

Yet here I am, assembling my
personal weapon of mass destruction.

No!

Stop!

Just stop it.

It's over.

- It's far from over, Mrs. H.
- Enough.

I'm not gonna let
you hurt anyone else.

Gimme my phone.

Go on, take it outta your pocket

and put it down
on the floor. Now!

- And if I don't?
- Just give it to me.

- You're gonna shoot me?
- I don't want to.

But like I said, I'm not gonna
let you hurt anyone else.

Gimme my phone.

I'm not kidding,
Jeremy! Do it now!

Slowly. Give me the phone!

I'm sorry Mrs. H.,
I can't do that.

Jeremy... I don't
wanna hurt you.

You could never hurt
one of your students.

You're not a student.

You're not even a
person. You're a monster!

As much as you want to believe
that, but you know that's not true.

I'm just a teenager.

I'm just a misguided youth trying
to figure out how the world works.

I'm just Jeremy Chue,
gregarious chess player

and you're my English teacher and
I'm your pupil and you can't hurt me.

Because it's your
duty to help me.

That's why I chose you to be my witness
because I knew, you could help me.

Put the phone on the floor

or you'll find out
how wrong you are.

Maybe I chose you because I
knew, if things got dicey,

you wouldn't do what needs
to be done to stop me.

Maybe I chose you because I knew
you'd be too weak to do anything.

- Jeremy.
- You don't have what it takes.

Jeremy!

Okay. Okay.

- Sorry. Here.
- Slowly.

Slowly. Okay.

- Yes, I got it.
- Slowly.

- Slowly.
- Put it down.

Wakey, wakey.

I know. I'm sorry. I didn't
wanna resort to this,

but you didn't
leave me any choice.

Don't look at me like that.

You should be grateful I didn't
put a bullet in your head

after what you
just tried to pull.

You're lucky I need
a witness at all.

Look, I know this isn't easy for you,
but don't worry, it's almost done.

We're getting close.

Just 19 minutes to go.

Guess I gave myself
more time than I needed.

Hey, A for effort, Mrs. H,
but... that's not gonna work.

- Do you want me to take the gag out?
- Yes.

I can't cut you loose, but I
wouldn't mind talking to someone

before the end of the period. Kill
some time and that can't be comfy.

You got it. But there are
two conditions to that.

First, no screaming, obviously.

And second, you've gotta
answer something for me.

You agree to those conditions?

So then, tell me what was the
meeting you were late for today?

What?

Your meeting, the one
your lawyer's been texting

and calling you about all day?

- It doesn't matter.
- Oh, come on, Mrs. H. I'm curious.

I mean you're a high
school English teacher.

Why do you need a lawyer? Why
are you meeting witha judge?

Sorry.

I don't like to discuss my
personal life with students.

I could put the gag back on. You did
agree to the conditions after all.

Fuck your conditions,
you little brat.

I know you're not gonna kill me.

I'm your witness, right?

So do what you're going to do
but I'm done talking to you.

Okay. I'm impressed, Mrs. H. I
didn't think you had that in you.

But you're right, I'm
not gonna kill you.

In fact, I'm not even
gonna torture you.

But remember this,

in 17 minutes now,

I'm gonna stand in that
hallway and start shooting.

Your behavior in here decides whether or
not I just killed the nine on my list,

or if I go for 10 or 11 or 12...

What happened to not killing more
people than you absolutely have to?

If you tell me what I
want, I won't need to.

That's not fair.

- My personal life has nothing to do...
- No, of course it does!

Your lawyer is calling,
texting, trying to find you.

If he calls the office,
it would ruin my plans.

- Oh, what a shame that would be.
- No, it would be, actually.

Because if we were interrupted right
now, the only thing that would happen

is more people would
die, the wrong people,

and then it would all
be for nothing anyways.

So tell me... why are
you meeting with a judge?

It's not a meeting,

it's a hearing, a
custody hearing.

Custody?

Are you getting a divorce?

I didn't want
anyone to find out.

At least not until next year after...
everyone's gone for the summer.

Well, the good news is,
I'm not gonna tell anyone.

I don't care anymore.

Well, I take it that it didn't end
amicably if you're going to court.

Not exactly. No.

I'm not used to
all this, you know?

All this... private
school, old money bullshit.

I told you, I'm from a
poor neighborhood in Miami.

I went to public school,

I went to community
college for undergrad.

I worked hard, really hard.

And then I went to grad
school and worked even harder.

And little by little, I worked my
way up here with the rich folk,

teaching their
kids to work hard.

Then I meet a guy...

who sweeps me off my feet

and whose family happens
to have plenty of money.

And then we get married...
and have a daughter

and all of a sudden he expects
me to stop working hard.

He says I don't need to work,

even though I keep
telling him I do.

I want to, I love my job.

And sure, sometimes that
means I have to stay late

for a parent-teacher conference

or I'm too busy grading
papers to go have fun.

But I love it.

I mean, is that so wrong?

Does that really
make me a bad mother?

Well, I don't know, Mrs. H.

But I do know one thing,

you really are a good teacher.

I may not seem like a prime
example right now, but you are.

I mean, you were Lee's favorite.

Yeah, well, he accused me of caring more
about my students than my own child.

And like I said,
he comes from money

and I was dumb enough to
sign the prenup he gave me.

Now he has an expensive team
of lawyers and I have Greg.

And now I missed the
hearing so I'm not sure

how much my being a good
teacher is gonna help me.

God.

The last thing I ever wanted

was my baby to be
raised in a broken home.

Whatever. I'm tired.

Maybe it's just better
if she lives with him.

You know, I can tell you from the
kid's perspective, it's never better.

My parents got divorced a year
after Lee was killed, and...

if your daughter's
anything like me,

she won't want you guys
to split up at all.

My daughter... is
nothing like you!

You should be thanking me.

Look, thanks to what I'm about to do,
your daughter can grow up without worry

about going to the movies...

Because of you she's going
to grow up terrified.

She's gonna grow up
terrified anyways.

Look, I didn't create the terror,
Mrs. H., the knee on your neck did.

Jeremy.

You know it's a glass half full,
glass half empty sort of thing.

The good news is, you're
gonna have a great excuse

for missing your
custody hearing.

Jeremy, please. I'm begging
you. Don't go through with this.

I told you, I've
thought this through.

If anything, you'll just give
them something to latch onto.

Maybe instead of passing
laws to limit access to guns,

they'll just decide to
give guns to teachers.

- How about that for your legacy?
- That's why I'm keeping you alive.

You need to make them understand.
You need to see it through.

All they'll understand is
that you're a murderer.

You get that, don't you,
Jeremy? That this is murder.

You murdered Angela.

Keep your voice down or
the gag's going back on.

Listen to yourself. You're
insane. You're crazy.

No I'm not. Everyone
else is crazy.

I mean, they walk around all day
thinking they're perfectly safe.

Like it's totally fine
that 27 million guns

were sold across the United States
last year because that's normal.

Bringing a gun to school and
shooting your friends isn't normal.

Of course it's not
normal. It's radical.

You know, normal doesn't work.

You're gonna go down in history

as just another sociopath who
saw too many R-rated movies

and played too many
violent video games.

In fact, when people ask
me what happened in here,

I'm gonna tell them you
were stark-raving mad.

How you spoke in nonsense
sentences the whole time.

- How you kept muttering to yourself.
- Shut up.

How you had conversations
with imaginary people,

how your brother Lee
would talk to you.

- I said, shut up!
- You are not going to kill me.

If you do, I won't have to
tell people how nuts you are.

They can let their
imaginations run wild.

You're not gonna
tell people that.

Because if you do, then all those
kids will have died in vain.

If you want their lives and
deaths to count for anything,

then you'll tell the truth.

You'll tell the world
why I did what I did.

- You'll make sure it gets done.
- You're right.

I will tell the world the truth.

I'll tell them you
shot up the school

because you were mad about
not getting valedictorian.

You better watch it, bitch!

Because I wasn't kidding
about expanding my list.

You want more dead kids
on your conscience? Fine.

Here.

Hannah will be getting out
of AP history. I can get her.

Josh, Cara.

It'll be like shooting
fish in a barrel.

Go ahead. You're not gonna
convince me that's my fault.

But remember, the more people you
kill, the crazier you'll look.

The good news is,

you'll bring a lot of
awareness to mental health.

I just keep wondering...

what this will do to
your mom, your dad.

I mean, it's one thing to have
a son killed by a mass shooter,

but for your son to
be a mass shooter?

I can't imagine how
awful that must feel.

- It will break them.
- Whatever. Fuck my dad!

It's not like he did
anything to stop this.

It's not like he's some great father,
that I'm letting him down. No.

All he cares about are
grades and Harvard.

Well, you're going to ruin
him and your mother too.

The media's going to hound
them. They'll be pariahs.

Your parents are going to have to
legally change their names and move

just to live in a place where
no one knows who their son is.

You don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

Just wait till they pass that bill...
and the statistics are coming out.

My parents are gonna
be proud of me.

Once they see how
many lives I'm saving,

they'll be proud of me.

They'll pretend you
never even existed.

They'll say, "Lee
didn't have a twin."

I'm doing this for Lee.

You want me to tell your father
that with a straight face?

He'll slap me
harder than you did.

No, no, no. It'll
work. He'll understand.

Eventually he'll understand.

Why don't you call your dad?

Tell him.

Tell him you're doing this
for Lee. See what he says.

You really think
I'm that stupid?

What? Are you
scared to call him?

Maybe because you know exactly
what he'll say about all this.

Oh, I see. That's
not it, is it?

You're tired of your
father's knee on your neck?

Fuck you! And I see
what you're doing here.

You're just trying
to get me riled up.

And boy is it
working. Look at you.

I mean, this daddy
stuff really gets you.

You know, keep
talking shit Mrs. H.,

'cause you only got a
few more minutes left.

You really are scared
to call him, aren't you?

You're scared of
your own father!

Suppose it's like you said, glass half
full, glass half empty sort of thing.

After everything he's done for
you, you turned into a brat.

- He's done shit for me.
- Jeremy, please.

Look at where you go to school,

your education, your food,
your house, your cars.

Not everybody had
that growing up.

He provided that for you.

And yeah, maybe he
was hard on you,

but that's only because he
wants what's best for you.

And now you're going
to ruin his family name

and break his heart.

And you're not even
going to say goodbye?

He already lost Lee.

And you know how hard that was
not to be able to say goodbye,

not to be able to tell him,
"I love you," one last time.

And now you're going to
put him through that again

only this time with
guilt piled on top of it?

Call him,

say goodbye.

Tell him you love him.

No, no. I'm not gonna
tell him what I'm doing.

- I'm not stupid.
- That's okay, honey.

You don't have to say
anything you don't want to.

Just don't disappear on him.

Well... we can't have you scream
in the background now can we?

Jeremy.

Please. Jeremy, please don't...

Jeremy. Stop! No!

Stop!

- Hello?
- Hey, Dad.

Jeremy?

Yeah. Yeah, it's me.

How's it going?

Whose phone is this? Are you
calling me during school?

Aren't you supposed
to be in class?

I have a... study
period right now.

So why aren't you studying?

I just wanted to call you

and tell you that l... and
tell you that I love...

I called the school today.

They told me they made the decision
about valedictorian two days ago.

That they gave it to Julia.

I guess they just thought she
deserved it more than I did, Dad.

Well, she got it
so maybe she did.

Maybe if you spent
study period studying

instead of playing with
your friend's phone...

Goodbye, Dad.

Oh, no! Oh, no...

There, I did it. I said goodbye.

Jeremy, please!

Three minutes.

Time to get in position.

Look, I'm sorry that I have to
leave you tied up like this,

but someone will
find you in a while.

- Don't worry.
- Jeremy!

And thank you for sitting
here and listening to me.

Not that you really
had a choice, but...

I know it hasn't
been fun for you.

I know that we... don't really
see eye to eye very often, but...

I hope you at least see
that my intentions are good.

And I know if you wanted to,

you could tell the whole
world that I was crazy.

Who the fuck knows, maybe I am.

But I hope you'll think about
what a waste that would be

if I did this terrible thing
and nothing good came from it.

So, tell the world
why I did this.

Tell them that things
need to change...

and make sure this
never happens again.

Now it's time to go.

It's been real, Mrs. H.

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