* (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC) IMS Subtitles LOWRI DEVONALD JONES www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018 (CHOIR SINGS THROUGHOUT SCENE) (DISTANT MOANING AND PANTING) Derek? Derek! Derek! Fucking pervert! What the fuck are you thinking? A black guy is breaking into your car. How long's he been there? Dunno. What's going on? Not now. How many? Danny, how many? One, I think. Is he strapped? Huh? Does he have a fucking gun? I don't fucking know! What the fuck is going on, Derek? Stay and be quiet. Jesus! Stay right here. Wait a second. Derek! Derek! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Right here. (GRUNTS) (YELLS) (ENGINE STARTS) (CHOIR SINGS THROUGHOUT SCENE) 'I don't have a personal problem with him.' Don't insult me. You hate this child and I know why. (PHONE RINGS) I went out with his mother a few times. It was nothing. Nothing. Really? Hmm. That paper, Bob. It's a travesty. Arguing for Hitler as a civil rights hero? You must draw the line. Murray, you did this to yourself. You said they could do a report on any book about the struggle for civil rights. I am not disputing the child is confused, and he has sick ideas, but I won't give up on him yet. His brother probably put him up to it. I can guarantee you his brother did not put him up to this. I find it hard to believe. Look, it's a shame what he's been through, but that is dangerous. Dangerous in what way? Bob, that goes too far. This racist propaganda, this Mein Kampf psycho-babble ` he can unlearn this nonsense. I will not give up on this child yet. Knew it was you. Danny, get in here. I said, get in here! Get in here! Five, four, three, two, shut the door! What's it gonna be, Danny?! What's what gonna be? This petty crap you're pulling. I don't know. Have a seat. (CLEARS THROAT) How ya doin'? Fine. Things at home OK? Yeah. Derek got out this morning, did he not? Yeah, he did. He was one of my students. You knew that, right? Honours English. He was a brilliant student. Like you. But he hung out with simple-minded fools. Also, like you. Look, Sweeney, what happened to Derek has nothing to do with me. Everything you do now has something to do with Derek. I followed directions and I wrote an A paper. Mein Kampf?! I should expel you. Go ahead. What? I could handle it. No, I think the street would kill you. Your propaganda won't save you out there. So here's the drill. I'm your history teacher now. We will discuss current events. We will call this class... ..American History X. We meet once a day. All right. Your first assignment is a new paper, due tomorrow. It took me a week to read Mein Kampf! It isn't fair! (SIGHS) What do you want me to do it on? Your brother. Oh, God, man. Please tell me you're joking. No, no, no. I'm not kidding. Analyse and interpret all the events surrounding Derek's incarceration. How these events helped shape your perspective concerning life in contemporary America. The impact on your life, your family's. And whatever you wanna say. I'll be the only one reading it. But if it's not on my desk tomorrow morning, you are a ghost at Venice Beach High. Are you clear? Yeah. I'm clear. Fucking bitch. Tell the teacher I'm cheating! Is that what's happening?! I never cheated in my life. Beat his ass. I didn't say anything. Why you tripping on me? (PANTS) Now why y'all kicking him like that? What's up, man? Why you scared? I ain't gonna do nothing. (GROANS) What's up? Want some too, bitch?! Punk. What's wrong with you? You wanna die? Punk ass white boy. (SCHOOL BELL RINGS) You lucky I gotta go to class. He ain't gonna do nothing. He don't wanna see me and the heater. (CHUCKLES) I would've clocked that white boy. Motherfucker. We'll smoke that fool. You gotta fucking stand up for yourself. We got a whole file on skinheads. Same gang? Venice Beach gang. Actually, he's doing a stretch at the YA. This guy's CC. That him? Yeah, that's him right there. We have a guest today. There he is. Good morning. Good morning, sir. Good to see you. Good morning. This is Dr Bob Sweeney. He's principal over at Venice Beach High. He's doin' outreach work with gangs, in and out of the can. Three years ago, a kid named Derek Vinyard was sent up for murdering a couple of Crips. Bob taught him at high school. He's followed the case closely. He was a skinhead right? He was more like the skinhead. The protege of Cameron Alexander. Who? Cameron Alexander. Here you go. Have a look-see. Cameron Alexander, he's a Venice Beach landmark. The biggest writer of white power literature in LA County. He promotes white power bands. And, er, in his spare time, he writes hate columns. Has he got a record? He's pretty clean. Been trying to pin something to him, doesn't work. Trust me. He's behind all of it. He runs everything from his house. There were no white gangs in Venice Beach before these two hooked up. Alexander found in Derek, his prince. Essentially, he used Derek to recruit insecure, frustrated and impressionable kids. Vinyard has got a lot of baggage, as you'll see in this tape that we've gotten courtesy of NBC. (SIGHS) "Today, firefighter Dennis Vinyard was killed battling a blaze at a Compton drug den." "Lieutenant Vinyard's oldest son, Derek, has agreed to talk to us for a moment." "Derek, could you come here, please?" "Look, I know this is tough, but, how do you feel now?" "How do you think I feel?" "I think it's typical." "Typical, how?" "This country's a haven for criminals, what do you expect?" "Hard-working Americans like my dad get rubbed out by social parasites." "Parasites?" "Blacks, browns, yellow, whatever." "Your father's murder was race-related?" "Yeah, it's race-related!" "Every problem in this country's race-related." "Immigration, AIDS, welfare." "They are problems of the black, Hispanic and Asian community." "Isn't that more poverty?" "No! They're not products of their environments." "Minorities don't care about this country. They exploit it." "Millions of white European Americans came here and flourished." "So, why do these people have to go around shooting at firemen?" "What is this to do with your father's murder?" "He was murdered doing his job, putting out a fire in a nigger area!" "That's enough." "That drug dealer probably still collects a welfare cheque." Derek Vinyard was released from Chino this morning, after serving three-and-some odd years. We gotta keep an eye on it. If something happens to him things could get very ugly. Just keep it low. 'Venice Beach didn't always look like this.' 'It was a great neighbourhood. The boardwalk was always a dump, but when we moved here, Venice was a nice place to grow up.' 'Over the years it's gone to hell. The gangs are like a plague.' 'They moved from Inglewood and South Central and took over.' It ain't foul. So fuck all y'all. (ALL SHOUT AT ONCE) I ain't got time for all this bullshit. Fuck y'all. You all right? I'm all right. Hey, is that that fool you was telling me about? That's the motherfucker. Yeah, man. That's him. Bitch-ass motherfucker. 'Derek started the DOC, so white kids didn't walk scared in their neighbourhood.' 'For a while, he made it like it was ours again.' Throw the ball, throw the ball! Come on, Curtis! Quit chucking it up! Pass the ball! Come on, let's go. Let's go! Look at this fucking jungle bunny. He does a spin every time. You ain't getting shit. Over here! Over here! This one's for you, boy! What the fuck you - ? Who you calling a boy? I'm through monkeying around with your ass! You pale, pasty motherfucker. 100 bucks say I make you my bitch. (CHUCKLES) He's making ends meet for his cut in welfare. You're on! It's eight-six. When I want your opinion, I'll ask. I can't cover it. Help me out. You have a big mouth. I can take this niglet down. What the fuck are you thinking? Derek, I will beat him. Shut up. Shut up! You'll embarrass us. Shut up! I'll take care of this. Hey! I got a bet. I come in this game right now, same score, black guys against white guys. (ALL LAUGH) Name your price, cracker. No money, no money. For these courts. Not just today. For good. If you win, we will walk away. But if we win, no bitching, no fighting. Right here, you get your black asses outta here. Hey, man. Fuck that. Take this bet. Eight to six. Our ball. Let's go. (SHOUTING AND CHEERING THROUGHOUT SCENE) (ALL) Yes! Pick him up, pick him up! Defence, defence! Seth, get back and play D! (ALL) Yes! All right, team! All right! Defence! (ALL CHEER) All right! Pass the fucking ball! (LAUGHS) Damn! Pick, pick, Derek! Pick! That's fucking offence. He moved his feet. If you wanna go, I'm ready! Fuck that, Adolf Hitler wannabe? Kill that motherfucker! (ALL SHOUT) Chill out. Chill out. You OK? Yeah. Just gimme some water. Call offence on that shit. Not on game point, Danny. Don't let 'em get away with it. It's game point. Shut 'em down. Kick some ass. Watch this. (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC) Get that ball! Yeah! (ALL CHEER) Bye-bye. Get the fuck off my court! This is my house! Oh, fuck you, bitch! Whoo! What the fuck happened, man? Yeah! Get the fuck outta here! This is my court! Yes! Yeah! Piss off! (CHUCKLES) Yeah, OK. Ha! (BASSY RELAXED MUSIC PLAYS, BOTTLES RATTLE) Ae. You sweet to drive, cuz? Imagine if Jono kooks it on his way home. Who would get us through Mad Mick's to Boneyards? Far. Boneyards. (CHUCKLES) Yeah. Dilemmas, bro. Sebastian ` he knows everyone. Micky boy! Piss off! (CHUCKLES) Yeah, OK. Ha! Sick Frederick? He'll know Mick. Snitch! Wife-stealer! Jono's brother? Cain the mane. (LAUGHTER) Whoo! (LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) The Nek Minnit? (HUMS) # Do, do, do! # Hey! I don't even surf. ECHOES: Jason Gunn? Hey, hey! Open sesame, sister. Huh? (BOTH GRUNT, GROAN) (CRICKETS CHIRP) Let's get him, bro. Yep. (DOG BARKS) Jono! (WAVES CRASH) Come on, ow. (WAVES CRASH) (WAVES CRASH) * 'Derek wouldn't let us visit him in prison.' 'It would be too hard for him. If we came, he wouldn't see us.' 'Three years without him, just wondering.' 'And then at seven o'clock this morning, we picked him up outside the gate.' Come on, Danny. 'He didn't say any thing.' 'I wanted to stay home, but he said go to school.' (DISTANT SIRENS WAIL) Oh, come on! Give the guy a break. You too big to give me a hug? No, man. You'll need someone to look after you while you adjust to the space. Yeah, right. It's smaller than the old living room. How ya doin'? How's school? It's good. Good. Ya gotta do something about that hair, man. The girls like it, so - Well, I don't. You took it all the way down, huh? Yeah. Shit, look. I forgot, man. It hurt like shit, but - When did you get that? I got it about a month ago. Cameron made it official. Cameron? Yeah. He put this on you? Mm-hmm. Yeah. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? What? Oh, hi. He's here. Derek, it's for you. Nothing. Nothing. I'll grab it. Is there a phone in the back? I got it! Yeah? Oh, hey. What? # My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo # We washed ourselves in niggers' blood and all the mongrels too # We're taking down the zog machine # Jew, by Jew, by Jew # And the white man marches on... # You think our friend was behind that? I don't even care. I'm gonna take care of that tonight. Mmm. You sweet kids. My baby boy. God, what's with the love-fest? (WHISTLES) No, no, he'll do it. I'll make sure he does it. I'll get it. Where's the man? Sure you fit in the door? Fuck you! Seth. What's up, Dan? How ya doing? Where's Derek? He's on the phone. Come out, you free motherfucker! Vinyard? Vinyard! Hang on. Give me a minute! Vinyard! Now, I'll be out in a minute! I'm being careful. I'm not gonna stay in my room the rest of my life. Hold on. Hey, hey. What the fuck is Seth doing here? Did you invite him over? No, he always comes over here. All right, Dan. Danny, gimme a minute. Just gimme one minute. Yeah. Are you still here, Goodyear? You calling me a blimp, you fucking Democrat? When was the last time you were actually able to see your feet? Come in here, Danny. Seth. Hey, man, are you going to Cam's party tonight? Is Davina's ass watertight? You're fucking sick, man. OK, chill. Let me ask you a few questions. I'm not in the mood. I got homework to do. Tell me some shit you've learned or I whip you. OK. I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth and greed. Cut the shit, Dan. Come on. Tell me what I wanna hear. That shit about your mother, man? You wanna get fucking beaten, Danny? (BOTH LAUGH) I'm not talking to you, Davina. Why don't you shut up? You gotta let me do this my own way, all right? I'll take care of it. Who do you hate, Danny? I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant. Why? They burden the advancement of the white race. Some of them are all right. None of 'em are fucking all right. Cam said, "We don't know 'em, we don't wanna know 'em. They're the fucking enemy." What don't you like? Say it with conviction. I hate the fact that it's cool to be black. I hate this hip-hop fucking influence on white fucking suburbia. Good. And I hate Tabitha Soren and all her Zionist MTV fucking pigs telling us to get along. Save the bullshit, Hilary Rodham Clinton, cos it ain't gonna happen. That's the best shit I ever heard. Danny, no. I feel sorry for you, Danny. You don't believe that, right? Shut up! No, you shut up! Get out of the house now, you piece of shit. Is that any way to talk to a guest? Derek hates you. How do you know who I hate? Fucking A! Back from the dead. God bless Jesus Christ, man. You lost weight, man. I can get my arms almost all around you. Fifty fucking pounds, man. Jesus, look at this hair. I told him it's gotta go. Grab your jacket, let's get outta here. Come on. All right, I wanna talk to him one second. What? Hey, listen, did you pull some kind of shit in school today? Naw, just the usual. This kid is awesome as hell. Did you turn in a paper on Mein Kampf? Yeah. That is awesome. Sweeney shit his pants. He was pissed. Did Cameron put you up to it? He told you to do it? No, I thought it would be cool. How'd you know? Doesn't matter. This kid is smart. Was Sweeney on the phone? Yeah. Sweeney called and told me. I hate that fucking nigger. Relax. He's gotta get a life! Look. He pisses me off! No, no, Sweeney's a good teacher. Sweeney is a nigger on a power trip. That's how he was and how he is now. Hey, Seth. Fuck that nigger! Seth, go away. Go away. What? I wanna talk to my brother. I've waited 15 minutes. I'll be one minute. Hurry up. I'm starving. Come here. Seriously, look, he kills bugs. You don't wanna be like that. No. I'm serious, it's not funny. Sweeney is a good teacher. Learn from him. Don't fuck it up. You don't understand. He's making me write a bullshit paper. He told me. I don't care. You do it and anything he tells you. I don't want you getting in trouble in school, trying to impress me. Do you understand what I'm saying? Yeah, I guess. I was doing it cos I thought you'd be happy. Well, I'm not. < (COUGHING) Shit. Listen, listen to that. Yeah. I know. It's been getting worse, man. Look, don't worry about it. I'll talk to you about this later, OK? Hey, she's coughing her lungs out and you blow it in her face. Put it out. I'm putting it out. All right. Come on. Hey, I wanna talk to you. (COUGHS) Mommy, are you OK? Oh. What are you doing? Put that out. I yell at him, and you're sucking on it. Nice thing to come home to, huh? Yeah. You all right? You all right? Look, you gotta take it easy, all right? You gotta get some rest. You take Danny's and my room. No. Been on the couch for ages. It's fine. It's not. We can't live like this. We gotta get outta here. Can I go with you? We all gotta get outta here. That's the point. I could get a job. Absolutely not. You gotta finish. I'll work something out. Derek, can we go eat? I'm fucking starving here. I mean... Go wait in the living room! God. I want him outta my house. I know. I know. Look. He's an idiot. And he's always been an idiot. He can't help it. I gotta do that paper. I'll catch up with you at Cameron's. Hey, not at Cameron's. What? Stay away from there. Why? We were gonna hang. Trust me. I need you to stay away from the party, OK? Whatever. Promise me you won't go to the party. I'm not fucking 14 any more, all right? Whatever. God! Come on, let's go. Where you parked? Out back. (SIGHS) * (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC THROUGHOUT SCENE) Yeah, that's the whole bunch. Right. 'Derek made a name for himself.' 'Cameron knew how to use it.' Don't you wanna stick around? You know I'd love to, but I gotta be careful. Yeah, I know. We'll see you back at the house. Right. All right. Good luck. 'He sent Derek to the kids, to the frustrated ones, 'who got their asses kicked by black and Mexican gangs.' 'Don't be a punk, be part of something.' OK, let's go. Pull it together. 'And everybody ate it up.' 'They did whatever Derek told them to.' Come on, we're not here to fucking socialise. Shut the fuck up. Chill out, man. Curtis, what is that? Aw, come on, Derek. Weed is for niggers. Put it away. Jesus Christ. Have some self-respect. All right, listen up. We need to open our eyes. Over two million illegal immigrants are bedding down in this state. This state spent three billion dollars last year on services for people who had no right to be here. Four hundred million dollars to lock up a bunch of immigrant criminals, who only got into this country because the INS decided it's not worth the effort to screen for convicted felons. Our government doesn't give a shit. Our border policy is a joke. South of the border they're laughing at us. Laughing at our laws. Yeah. Thousands stream across the border like a pinata exploded. Don't laugh! It's not funny. This is about your life and mine! It's about decent, hard-working Americans falling through the cracks, cos the government cares more about a bunch of people who aren't even citizens here! The Statue of Liberty says, give me your hungry and poor. Americans are hungry and poor. Until you take care of it, close the book! Cos we're losing. We're losing our right to pursue our destiny. We're losing our freedom, so that foreigners can come in and exploit our country. This isn't something going on far away, or in places we can't do anything about it. It's happening here, in that building behind you. Archie Miller ran the grocery store since we were kids. Dave worked there. Mike worked there. He went under, and now some fucking Korean owns it. He makes a killing, cos he hired 40 fucking border jumpers. I see this going on and nobody doing anything about it. It pisses me off! So look around you. This isn't our neighbourhood. It's a battlefield. We're on a battlefield. Make a decision. Are we gonna stand on the sidelines while our country gets raped? (ALL) Fuck that. Are we gonna do something about it? (ALL) Fuck, yeah! Goddamn right we are. (YELLING) Come here. It's against the law to hire border jumpers, Nip bastard. No. Hey, sweetheart. Oh, no, no, no. You don't need this. Please, please, no, no! (YELLS) You fucking spic. Yeah! Please. I think this bitch is hungry. She stinks. Get cleaning products. She smells of fish and chips. Hey, that's it. (SCREAMS AND YELLS CONTINUE) Huh? Just a bit of sauce. Get the fuck off! Get out of my fucking - Viva la Mexico! Viva la Mexico! Have some fucking beans, beaner. Yeah! (ALL SHOUT AT ONCE) Get some of that in there. Mmm. Throw it on. It's a great colour on you. Get a white woman's job. Yeah, a little better than this one, huh? White. You can move up in the world, huh? Asshole! (YELLS) Come on, let's go! We're outta here! Everybody out! Now! Now! All right, let's go! Let's go! Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go. No green card, no fucking work! Comprende? Come on, come on! We're fucking going! (LIGHTER CLICKS) 'Dad was gone, but things were almost normal.' 'Derek had a good job, Mom started to live.' 'Everyone was feeling so good, we didn't see it coming.' 'Maybe we should've.' Most of the stores destroyed in the riots were owned by black people. But why trash your own neighbourhood? That's my point. It's an irrational act. It's an expression of rage by people who feel neglected by the system. Exactly. It's like we had in Watts... ..or the riots in Chicago in '68. That's crap. I don't buy it. Calling a riot an irrational expression of rage? It's opportunism. A bunch of people and any excuse to loot a store. The fact that they ripped off local stores reflects the degree to which they have no respect for the law. And no concept of community or civic responsibility. White people commit crimes against white people. They're not offing each other all over America. Look at the statistics. One in three black males is in the correctional system. Is that a coincidence, or are they committed to crime? And they're proud of it. Maybe there's prejudice in the judicial system. Look at the social inequalities that produce criminal statistics. Yap, yap. That's what I hate. You take it and call it something else, lessen their responsibility for their actions. It's like saying, it's not a riot, it's rage. It's not crime, it's poverty. It's nonsense. It's what happened in this trial. The media twisted it so people focused on the cops, would they be convicted? Had Rodney King's civil rights been violated? What about himself? The guy's admitted he's a multiple felon. He's high as a goddam kite, driving 120mph down the highway. He gets pulled over by cops and he attacks them. That's the bottom line. He walked. A yahoo turned a video camera on halfway through, so all we see is them hitting him. Exactly. Powell and Koon crack him with billy clubs, and Brisenio kicks him in the skull. People go, "This poor guy who attacked four cops." Those cops end up defending themselves for using textbook self-defence procedures. The tape didn't show that. Oh, and what, you're an authority, Ma? Er, Murray, what do you think? I did think that the police used their clubs rather excessively. Who are you to say what's excessive? It was appropriate. They can make that judgement call. Society grant cops a certain amount of authority to make those calls, because we know that their job is dangerous. Very few people respect that, or that authority. You talk about respect, Mr Junior KKK. What? Davina. You wanna go to college? Learn to listen. Derek! I don't respect any laws that lets Rodney King back on the street. Second, I am not a member of a disorganised bunch of rednecks like the KKK. Please. Take your head out of your ass. You've gotten off the point. I had a point. That wasn't the point. What is your point, Derek? All right, think about this. If Danny had been ploughed into by Rodney King that night - Drop the Rodney King thing. Mm-hm. Who would like some dessert? We're, we're having a discussion. We're having a nice discussion. If Rodney King had been driving on PCP and killed Danny, it's a different tune... He didn't hit anybody in the tapes. He didn't kill anybody! Thank God! Keep it down, OK? Ally's sleeping. If he had, though? Think about it. If that monkey had run a kid over, everybody would think differently. They'd be focused on Rodney King. But he just attacked a few cops. It's Hands Across America for this sonofabitch. It blows my mind. We're hung up on the notion we have to help the struggling black man. Let him overcome these historical injustices. You are perpetuating it. All this liberal nonsense. Our country is rotting from the inside out. Lincoln freed the slaves, what, 130 years ago? How long does it take to get your act together? Well, the Jews have been persecuted for over 5000 years. Is it wrong to be sensitive about anti-Semitism? Oh, forget that. I am with you. I'm so sick of these liberal hypocrites. Here we go again. I love it. Look at how they scapegoated Chief Gates. Not if it was black Willie Williams. Exactly. The videotape was a set-up. Can I please be excused? Yes. No, don't interrupt. I was talking? I listened to you. Who do you think you are? She's making a point. Who do you think you are? Sit down! Fuck you! Sit down! Be quiet! Shut up! Derek, calm down. Shut up! Don't tell him! Sit down! Fuck you, move! No! Shut your mouth! Move! No! Goddamn it, move! Give my girlfriend respect. What are you trying to prove? Stay out of it. Come here. Hey. No! Derek, let her go. Let her go. You learn some fucking manners. Shut your fucking mouth! Derek! Shut up! Stop! She can't breathe. Let her go! You gonna apologise? Are you gonna apologise? Are you? You fuckin' asshole! (YELLS) I hate you! What are you doing? It's your family. Right, my family. You know what? I don't give two shits about you. You'll never be a part of it. That has nothing to do with it! You think I'm gonna sit here and smile while a kike tries to fuck my mother? It's never gonna happen! Forget it. Not while I'm in this family! I'll cut your nose off and stick it up your ass before I let that happen! Poisoning my family's dinner with your Jewish, nigger-loving bullshit! Fuck you! Fuck you! Yeah, walk out. Cabala-reading motherfucker! Get outta my house! That means, "not welcome." (SIGHS) What did I do? You disgust me! Bring him to our table! Primping your hair! What did I do? Don't touch me! Tarted up! What did I do to you? How could you bring him to my father's table? Aren't you ashamed? I'm ashamed that you came out of my body! Go run to your fucking kike! Go run to him! Shh, it's OK. I'm proud of you, baby. I'm so sorry, Doris. I really am. He's gone. He's just a boy, without a father. You don't know the world your children live in. Goodbye. Hey. You all right? Take this, you dick! No! No, no, no, come here! Fuck you! Calm down! Let go of me! Let me go, goddamn it! Fuck you! I'm sorry. I, I would never hurt you, you know that. I screwed up. I lost control. It's not, it's not you. I'm sorry. Come on. I'd never hurt you guys. I'd do anything for you. I don't believe you. I trust you, Derek. Oh my Gawd! Hey! 1 WHISPERS: I didn't know we had to get dressed up. WHISPERS: We're not going to bed, Ron. We're going out. (ROLLER DOOR RATTLES) (INTRIGUING MUSIC) (IGNITION CLICKS, CAR WHIRRS) (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE ON VIDEO) Hit it! (CAR POWERS UP) (EXCLAIMS EXCITEDLY) (WHOOPS) # Lazy days... # (MEN LAUGH) Oh my Gawd! Hey! (SCREAMING) Yes, yes. I don't feel well. BOTH: What?! (TYRES SCREECH) (WOMEN LAUGH) There you go. (BOTH LAUGH) (ENGINE REVS) What have you got under the hood, bro? You wouldn't believe me. (TYRES SCREECH, MEN EXCLAIM, CAR WHIRRS) (BOTH LAUGH) (CLICKING) WHISPERS: See you tomorrow. WHISPERS: It is tomorrow. * Hi. Why are you out of bed? Want a plane ride? Yeah. Going for take off. Whoo-hoo! Whoo! Oh, no. Oh. no, no! Don't crash! Whoo-hoo! Gotta go to Mom. Oh, she's a crazy flyer. Kiss, Mom. Oh, yeah. OK. You don't feel too hot. No, it's in my chest. What are you up to? I'm thinking. There's a lot of it going around. I don't know how we got here. Mom. I feel like I let you all down. Mom, it's OK. Yeah? Yeah. It's cold in here. No wonder you're sick. You know, you get sick from the germs. No, you get sick from smoking. You've gotta quit. It's not good for you. What are you looking at me like that for? When will you grow that lovely hair? (SIGHS) The day you quit smoking. Deal. I better get Ally to bed. Gonna say goodnight to Mom? Mm-hm. Then you go to bed. Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight, baby. (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC) 'I go back to that night again and again in my mind.' 'I try to stop it happening.' I want you out of this house. Fine. I'll be gone in the morning. He can move in with me. 'I imagine what would've happened if I hadn't told him.' Danny, get down! No, Danny! (CRYING) Mommy. Nigger, you fucked the wrong bull. Come here! Get off! Get off! You should've learned! You monkeys never get the message! (YELLS) My father gave me that truck. You ever shoot a fireman? You come and shoot at my family? I'll teach you a lesson. Put your fucking mouth on the curb. Come on, man! Get - Put it on the curb! Right now! That's it. Derek, no! Oh, God! No-o-o-o-o-o-o! Now say goodnight. (SIRENS WAIL) Fucker! Drop your weapon! Put your weapon on the ground! Put your hands up! I said, get your hands up! Now turn around! (CHOIR SINGS THROUGHOUT SCENE) Put your hands behind your head! Get down on your knees, now! It's all right. It's OK. Let's go. (KNOCK ON DOOR) She won't open the door? There's someone lookin' at us. Hello. Danny, it's for you. Be right there. (KNOCKING CONTINUES) Open the door, Danny. It's fucking freezing. This party's gonna be sick! Come on, Danny! (PUNK ROCK MUSIC THROUGHOUT SCENE) # Sieg heil!... # I'm gonna go get some beers. Hey, what a party, fat Seth! I'm not fat, asshole! I'm husky. What the fuck's up? Drink up, before your brother sees you. Holy fuck! He's here? Yeah, he's fucking here. Go pay your respects. Fuck you! Let's go talk to Cameron, Danny. Father Vinyard? Jason and Chris. We're friends with your brother. You are a fucking god! Shit, yeah. Derek! Hey. (LAUGHS) I thought you turned that paper in. I did, and fucking Murray turned me in, and so Sweeney's making me write another one. Good ol' Sweeney. He never stops trying, does he? He's one of those proud-to-be-nigger people. I hate those guys. Wait, Danny. He's not proud. He's a manipulative, self-righteous Uncle Tom. He's making you feel guilty for writing about Adolf Hitler. Yeah, some nigger, some spic writes about Martin Luther King or fucking Cesar commie Chavez, gets a pat on the head. Hm? Yeah. Can you see the hypocrisy in that? Definitely. Come on. Let's go, let's go. No, listen to me. I wanna see you, OK? I do. But I gotta take care of something tonight. OK. You understand? Yeah. I'm, I'm here. When you're ready, I'm here. Would you do something with me? Anything. Leave with me. Leave where? Here. Leave all this. Just come with me. Why would you wanna leave? You're like a god to them. If you think we had it good before... Listen, I don't want all that. Everything I've done here has fucked it up. Do you understand? You think what you did was wrong? Oh, baby. Oh, come on! Those niggers got what they deserved, we all know that. I understand you just got out but no-one's gonna hurt you. We're not gonna let a bunch of spooks kick us out, OK? You're not listening. I'm not scared. I don't want it. I'm done with it. I'm through with this. It's, it's bullshit, Stacey. You don't need this, Stacey. Come on. Trust me. You wanna be with me, trust me. Come on. You're nuts! You are nuts! No way. You don't realise what's been going on. We are ten times what we were, and we are organised. It is like nothing you have ever seen! This was a mistake. Forget it. Wait a second! What was a mistake? Stacey, just say goodbye. This isn't you. I know you. You know nothing about me. * Are you Danny's brother? Yeah. Say Lizzy's looking for him. Lizzy. Thank you. We'll let the niggers, kikes and spics grab for a piece of the pie. Can't blame 'em. Except they'll have to fight to get it. And if we scare the fuck out of people, and a few people get killed in the process, so be it. Gonna put that in your paper, Danny? Hey, man. Well, look who's here. The return of the soldier. What are you doing here, Danny? Oh, come on, man, I had to check it out. You knew I'd come. Let the kid alone, Derek. He knows when to go to bed. Go wait outside. I'm not doing anything. There's a blonde girl. She keeps asking for you. She's dying. Come on. OK. I gotta check out, dude. Go easy on her. All right. Wait for me right outside. Take it easy. Chill out. You're on safe ground. You don't have to watch your ass around here. Come on, sit down. Relax. You know, I'm sorry. The party was a little quick. We're so damned glad you're back, Derek. It's only natural to feel funny. I don't feel funny, Cam. The fat kid thinks the joint messed with your mind. It did. # Glory, glory, hallelujah # Glory, glory, hallelujah # The white man marches on... # Things have changed since you've been gone. You talk about organisation? See what we've done with the Internet? We've got all gangs working together. They're not competing, they're consolidated. Only we lack leadership. And that's where you come in. People out there have got a lot of respect for you. Come and talk to me about it. You can forget about that. I'm done with it. Yeah, well, I know you grew out of that shaved head bullshit a long time ago. Thank God. I like your hair the way it is now. We're thinking bigger now. No more of the fucking grocery store - I am done with it. That bullshit and your bullshit, too. I'm out. I understand, you've done hard time. Don't! You don't know a thing about it. I've done mine! I know about your prison story! You did two months, then let two kids go down for you. Don't feed me your fucking lies. All right. This is stupid. I'm done. Look, you go cool off. Get laid. Do something. Get your head on straight. It doesn't matter if I don't, does it? You got the next crop lined up, you chicken hawk! Excuse me? You prey on people, Cam! You use 'em! I lost three years for your phoney cause, but I am on to you now. Hey, Derek. Watch it. Be careful. This is not some fucking country club where you waltz in and out -! Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I came to tell you one thing, I am out. Out! And Danny is out, too. Come near my family again, I'll kill you. Excuse me but, fuck you, Derek. You can't bark threats at me. Do whatever you want. Danny is a good kid. He's not some whining pussy like you. He needs my help. Come near Danny and I'll feed you your fucking heart. I won't have to. He'll come to me. I'm more important to him now than you'll ever be. Shit! You're a fucking dead man, Vinyard. Argh! (GROANS) Hey, where's Cameron? Where the fuck is he? Hey, Derek. Hey, Derek! Stay away from me. Danny! Share with the rest what you said to me, you race-spreading nigger! Are you a fucking nigger? Hey, Dan! You're a fucking nigger? Hey, Danny! Come on! He's a fucking nigger! Nigger, nigger! Cam's out cold! Where the fuck are you going? He's got a gun! Back up, back up! Seth! You make me fucking sick! Seth! Put down the fucking gun. Go ahead, shoot the man. Shoot him! Seth! Do it, Seth! Shoot him! Seth! Do it, Seth! Shoot him! Back up! Move! Back up! Back up! Back the fuck up! Move! Move! Hey! Fuck you! Easy! Who do you think you are? Danny, relax! Who do you think you are? Take it easy, Dan! I fucking hate you, Der! All right. Shh. I mean it. Huh? Hey! Come on, shut up. Shut up. What's happened to you, Der? Take it easy. Take it easy. What's happened to you, Der? Come on. Come on. This is so fucked. I'm sorry. All right? I'm sorry. You weren't meant to see that tonight. Fuck you, man. That was so fucked up. I know. I know. God. It wasn't meant to happen that way. That was fucked up. That's all there is to it. That's not what I had planned. It just all went to shit. Totally out of control. What's fucking happened to you, man? Hey, look at me. I can't go back to that, Dan. Can't go back to what? To any of it. Those guys, the gang, that life. I'm done with it. What happened to you up there? (SCRAPING) C block! Back at the chow! Ya piece of shit! Let's go! You wanna eat today? Get up! Five minutes! It's my fucking house! Get up! What the fuck's your problem, you assholes? Move! Joe, open the fucking gates. All right, back up! Five minutes! Step forward! Those beds better be made! 'After two days, I didn't think I'd make a week.' Come on, you motherfuckers! You wanna eat today, you shit? You think you're fucking special, white fish? Button that top button! Let's go! Move! Are you eyeballin' me? Don't eyeball me. I'll fucking kill you. Keep my eye on you, you white shit. Don't eyeball me, or I'll skull fuck you! Step forward! Step forward to chow. Let's go! Come on! Hey, fish! Straight ahead, fucker! Let's go! 'All the wrong people knew who I was, so I figured I'll put up a flag and hope a friend sees it.' * (CHATTER) See the guy over there. Nice seeing you again. Have a seat. Spike. Derek. Good to meet ya. Don't fuck with me, OK? I'm the most dangerous man in this prison. You know why? Cos I control the underwear. (MACHINE WHIRRS) Pick 'em up over here and sort 'em over there. I hope you work out, cos the last guy didn't wear drawers, couldn't read the sizes and used to sniff the drawers. All right? Two sizes ` medium and large. All right? Put mediums with mediums, and large with large. It's better than that last shit they had me doing. I spent two years in the kitchen scrubbing pots and pans. That you don't wanna do, all right? So, man, you should be happy as shit that you land this job. By the way, er,... ..what you in for? Probably robbed an old lady, huh? (LAUGHS) OK. I know your kind, right? Bad-ass peckerwood with an attitude. Let me tell you something, man. You'd better watch your ass. Cos in the joint, you the nigger, not me. 'I was a year in. I thought I was cruising.' 'Then everything started getting complicated.' What the fuck is that? What's that all about? Oh, it's just politics, man. Favours, you know. He's doing favours for a fucking spic? He's got something extra on the side with them boys. You're kidding, right? No. Bullshit. Somebody should say something. What the fuck is he thinking? Mitch is why you're not a corpse right now. I don't fucking give a shit. I can take care of myself. He shouldn't be doing that. I'm sick of it. It's hard talk and not a lot of follow through. I think you'd better chill out on the preaching bullshit. We're getting tired of that shit. Ease up on it. (CHATTER) Why are you here, Doris? I was in the neighbourhood. I told you, I don't want you all coming up here. I don't care what you told me, OK? I need to talk to you now. (CLEARS THROAT) So, how is everyone? Davina's great. She's getting straight A's, and, er,... ..Ally's walking and starting to talk a little. How's Danny? Danny? Danny. He, he holds you up so high. He thinks you're the greatest. He's always bragging about you to Cameron and all of his new friends. He's starting to remind me of you. Jesus, don't sound so worried, all right? I'm sure he's fine. He's 16 years old, Doris. He won't be your angel forever. I watched my first born fuck up his entire life, I won't see my baby follow him down that same toilet. I can't fix all this shit from here, OK? I'm not asking you to. I'll get through, and you're making it harder. You think only you is doing time? You think you're here all alone? You think I'm not in here with you? Fuck, man. Come on, man. Every day you wanna get to the end of 'em. Look, nigger, chill the fuck out. No matter how fast you get through 'em, they'll keep bringing 'em in. And throwing 'em around will give you a heart attack! That's cool with me. But you'll give me a heart attack, too! I'm just a dumb nigger, right? What do I know? I ain't the one getting mad at them sheets. The sheets I get mad at, I'll tell you. All right, boys, this is what we gonna do. We gonna hate some niggers. That's all we do is hate niggers. I don't know what a nigger is, but we hate 'em. Derek is in the pen, working next to a nigger, driving him nigger crazy! See? That's the ticket. Nice and easy. Now we can ignore each other in peace. I go, "What are you doin'?" He goes, it's better than the pig I tried to fuck. (ALL LAUGH) He never lets me finish a joke, you know? Why don't you tell a joke then, hey? Did you fuck him too? Whatever, I get back. (CONTINUES INDISTINCT) What's up? How you doing? 'He got it from the Mexicans, dealt it to his own people.' 'He didn't believe in shit. None of 'em did.' Hey! Hey, Vinyard! * (SNIFFS) What? Come on. Don't look at me like that. You know what it smells like, right? Doesn't this smell remind you of a woman? God, I miss this smell, man. My job on the outside wasn't much better than this. I got to go home and lie down next to this smell. God, I miss that. You got a woman? Yeah, you got a woman, man. Let me give you advice. All right? She comes to visit, whatever you do, no matter what, don't let her leave in a fight. Don't let her walk outta here with a bad attitude, or you'll spend a week wondering if she's getting her fuck on with somebody else. Nothing but sweet talk through that glass. Send her away floating, OK? It's not like the real world. You fight, but that's cool, cos you then have make-up sex. You know, angry sex. That sex with an attitude. You let her take out all that aggression on you. All guys know that. That's good sex. That's pow, pow, pow. Let her get on top. She'll punish you first. You been a bad boy? You been bad, and I'm gonna punish you. I'm gonna put it on you. Don't you ever let me catch you lookin' at another woman. Yeah, yeah. I may forgive you if you bring it. I think I can. I, I forgive, I forgive! Oh, right there! Right there! You're hitting it! My spot! Yes, yes! I for, forgive you! I forgive you! I for, I for, I for, forgive you! I love you! (BOTH LAUGH) How do you figure the Lakers to be bigger than Celtics? Hey. The Lakers are like a fluke. Are you crazy? One good coach. The Celtics are a dynasty! Come on, man. The Celtics, right? The ugliest team in history. A dynasty of ugly motherfuckers. Look at Kevin McHale. James Worthy? He has a head like a melon. No, he had ladies. I can't talk to you. I don't know what you're saying. You are tweakin'. Boston Celtics. How many is that? That's enough. That's enough? All right. You got it? I lost count, man. Doesn't matter, man. All right, all right. Who's counting anyway? All right, so I wanna know something. What the fuck landed you in here? Too skinny for a gangbanger. Don't judge a book by its cover. I can throw these things. Whatever. Come on. What did you do? Come on, man, it's none of your business. It's embarrassing. Come on, what? Embarrassed? Everybody in here's embarrassed. Nobody in here got away with anything. What'd you do? Look, man, I-I-I stole a TV, all right? What's embarrassing about that? I stole a TV from a store right next door to a doughnut shop. The store owner runs out behind me. I run into three cops. See? I said it was embarrassing. You laugh. Wait a second, wait a second. That doesn't make sense. You didn't get six years for stealing a TV. Come on. I go in the store, I come out. The officer grabs my arm, TV falls on his foot and breaks it. They said I threw the TV at him. Assault. Six years. Tell the truth. You chucked it at him. Or something. Like I said, I came out of the store, he grabbed my arm, it fell... on his foot. (CHATTER) What you got for me? Huh? There you go, baby. That's what I'm talking about. Fuck you! Get a towel! Hold him, hold him! (GRUNTS) Wanna be a nigger, sweet boy? Fuck you! We'll treat you like one. No! Come on! (GRUNTS) (GRUNTING AND CHEERING THROUGHOUT SCENE) Fuck you! (PANTS) That was real sweet. Fuck you! (GRUNTS) How is he? Well, he took six stitches. (MUMBLES) (SOBS THROUGHOUT SCENE) (SIGHS) Man, what the hell are you doing here? I came to talk about Danny, but not now. And I brought you some books. What about him? Don't keep me in suspense. He's headed right where you are. Oh, man. My mother already laid this trip on me. I'm, Danny's not my responsibility. What do you expect me to do? Am I supposed to feel guilty? I don't want you to do anything. I need to know how you feel. What? Do you think I want him in here? I don't know what I feel. I'm all... I feel a little inside out. I haven't, I don't know. There's some things that, that don't fit. Well, that happens. Derek. You are too damn smart to pretend you don't see the holes in this bullshit. I said I was confused. I didn't say I didn't believe in it. That's why you have to stay open. Your anger is consuming you. It's shutting down the brain God gave you. You've talked about what's going on in me since high school. How do you know what goes on inside me? No. I know about me. I know about this place. I know about the place you are in. What do you know about the place I'm in? There was a moment when I used to blame everything and everyone, for all the suffering and vile things that happened to me, that I saw happen to my people. I used to blame white people. Blame society. Blame God. I didn't get answers, I asked the wrong questions. You have to ask the right questions. Like what? Has anything you've done made your life better? No. You gotta help me now. Just help me. Get me outta here, you know? I'm up in four months for review. Put in a word for me. I already have. So, then what? I don't want to fuck up my family any more. I'll go as far away as I can get. That's not good enough. You want my help, you gotta do better than that. My help is not unconditional. But running just ain't good enough. (SOBS) (LAUGHS) Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Let the niggers have him. Yo, what's up, D? What's all that bullshit you pulled in the mess hall, man? Are you outta your fucking mind, crazy? D! Look at me, man! You can't make it on your own. I'm not afraid of those pussies, OK? Six of 'em jumped me. It won't happen again. Let 'em try. Not your peckerwood friends! They were protecting your ass! You dissed them in public. You're on your own. I'm talking about the brothers, all right? They'll fuck you, then smoke your ass! Tell me something I don't know. I've thought about that. If they come for me, there ain't nothing I can do. What can I do, man? 'So I was right back where I started.' 'Every day, I was sure it was my day.' 'Every time I stepped out of my cell, every time I got in that shower.' 'I figured it was only a matter of time before they made a move.' 'I just hoped that it'd he quick.' (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC) 'But it never came.' 'I knew some of them were itching for it.' 'I put my head down, read the stuff Sweeney sent me and kept to myself.' 'Last six months, I was like a ghost.' What's up, man? You getting out? What the fuck you waiting on? Get outta here. I got this funny feeling. Oh, yeah? What's that? I think the only reason I'm getting out of here in one piece is you. Come on, man. Get the fuck outta here, man. You think I'd do that for a crazy peckerwood? Yeah, right. Stupid. That's what I thought. I owe you, man. Man, you don't owe me shit, OK? Yes, I do. You'll be outta here in no time. It's a piece of cake, man. All right? You just take it easy on the brothers, OK? God, man. Sorry, Der. Sorry that happened to you. No, I'm not. I'm lucky. I feel lucky, cos it's wrong, Dan. It was eating me up. It was gonna kill me. I kept asking myself all the time how- how did I buy into this shit, you know? It's cos I was pissed off. And nothing I ever did, ever took that feeling away. I killed two guys, Danny. I killed 'em. And it didn't make me feel any different. It got me more lost. I'm tired of feeling pissed off. I'm just tired of it. And I'm not telling you what to do. I'm really not. But I need you to understand. Cos I love you and you're my best friend. Do you understand? Yeah. I understand. All right. (SIGHS) Whoo! Jesus! (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Hey. Hi. Everything OK? Everything's great. Yeah. You wanna sleep in our room? No. Thank you. You sure? This is good. I'm fine. All right. Come on, let's go. Good night, baby. (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC THROUGHOUT SCENE) Good night. I'm gonna take a shower, all right? (DISTANT RAP MUSIC) 'It's hard to look back and see the truth about people you love.' 'If you asked Derek why it went the way it did, he'd say it started when our father was murdered.' 'But the truth is, it started earlier.' Are we all meeting for the game tonight? Yes, definitely. Ben's Burgers, then we go watch the big guy play. OK. Yeah. Psyching up for the game? I'm always ready for that. I got an English exam third period. I'm not ready. What? Afraid you'll get a B? Might do you good. B minus. Oh! This guy is different. Dr Sweeney? Unbelievable. I've never had a teacher like it. He has two PhDs. Why teach at our school? He's not like the others. What you reading? We got this essay exam on this book, Native Son. Native Son? I don't know that. That's a big surprise. What? I read. Honey, they don't teach Tom Clancy in school. Well, they don't. What is this Native Son? What is it? It's a book about a black guy. We're doing this whole Black literature unit. What? Is it Black history month? No, it's, like, this guy Sweeney. It's part of the course now. Yeah. What? Nothing. It's just, you know, it's everywhere I look now. What? This "affirmative blaction". Honey, a few new books isn't affirmative black action. Hey, read the book, ace the guy's test, just don't swallow it whole, just cos it's on the news. I know, like what? Being equal, it's not that simple. Now you got this book, Native Son. You know? What about other books? They're not any good cos Mr Two PhDs says so? You trade in great books for black books? Does that make sense? Huh? Question these things, Der. You gotta look at the whole picture. I'm also talking about my job. I got two black guys on my squad now who got jobs over white guys who scored higher on the test. That make sense? Yeah, sure. Everything's equal now, but I got two guys responsible for my life, who aren't as good as others. They got the job cos they're black. Not because they were the best. That sucks. Is that what America's about? America's about best man for the job. Do your best, you get the job. This affirmative action crap, I don't know what that's about. There's a hidden agenda or something going on. You see what I'm saying? Yeah, I didn't think about it like that. Well, this guy, though, Dr Sweeney, he comes on, like, so strong, it's hard not to listen, but maybe some of what he says is - It's bullshit. Yeah. Yeah, maybe. No, no. It's nigger bullshit. You see that, don't you? Yeah. You gotta watch out for that. I get what you're saying. I will. Good boy. I'm proud of ya. Yeah, don't worry about it. I got it. * (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC) 'It's 5:40am, and in about one minute, I'm gonna watch the sun come up.' 'I don't know if I've ever done that.' 'We're gonna pick things up and start over.' 'It won't be easy, but we're together again.' 'And I feel good.' 'I'm not sure if this paper is what you want, if I hit the social significance you wanted, but for what it's worth, thanks a lot.' Wow. You look great. Look at you. Yeah. Gotta dress up for the parole officer. Is she cute? She is a fat guy named Hector. Well... So I'm out of luck. I'll check in, then I'll see about getting my job back. Great. Good morning. Hey, hey, hey. Davina, can you help? Your sister will help you. You look great. Knock 'em dead. OK. Thanks. Come on, sweetie. You do look good. Yeah? I feel silly. You look good. Yeah? You feel good? Yeah, yeah. I feel, you know, a little... I'm getting there. I'm getting there. Listen, I don't know, I don't know if it's OK that I'm here. I, I wanna be here. (PRINTER WHIRRS) (TYRES SCREECH) I'm getting a paper. Cool. (RAP MUSIC) (TILL RINGS) What do you want? A maple bar and a large milk. All right, I got it. Er, a coffee, a maple bar and a large milk to go. Right away. Hey, Derek. Hey. Derek. We need to talk. What's going on? Cameron Alexander and Seth Ryan are at the ICU at St John's. They were jumped last night. How bad? Well, they're gonna live. Then they got lucky. Somebody's gotta lose, though. Oh, what? We were hoping you'd talk to your old crew. No. Come on. Come on. No way. If there's anybody they'll listen to, it's you. I hate to tell you, I'm out. OK? They're gunning for me now. We're asking for your help, Derek. What, did you tell him I was gonna do this? This has got nothing to do with me now. It has everything to do with you. What are you doing to me? I'm doing my best. I know. Don't ask me to fix this whole situation. I'm not. It was there before me. You helped create it. You wanna take a break? You'll find no peace. The way to find peace is to stick. It's not gonna make a bit of difference. It might. It might. Do you know what you're asking me to do? Really? Yes, whatever is in your power to do. (SIGHS) Aw, man. Fuck. All right. You know you're gonna get me shot by a bunch of white boys. I doubt it. Yeah, well, we'll all have a laugh at that. I'll take him to school, be back in half an hour. Come on. Hey, you got something good for me this morning? I'll give it to you. OK. All right? All right. What's going on? (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC THROUGHOUT SCENE) I feel so bad for Seth, man. I wonder how bad they got fucked up. Nah, I'm glad they're not dead, but other than that, I don't care. Should we visit 'em? Visit 'em? No. No. Definitely not. Just... stay out of it. Listen. I saw a car cruising by the house last night, when I was with Seth. Give a look around the street, all right? Make sure there's nothing going on. Oh, man. This, this is bad. They're after you, man. It'll cool off. If I made it through Chino, this'll be a piece of cake. Yeah. Are you gonna be OK? Yeah, yeah. OK. What are you gonna do? I don't know. I'll work it out. Keep your head up. It'll be fine. It's gonna be fine. Go turn that paper in. (LAUGHS) OK, all right, see ya. Hey, hey, Dan. I'll see you at home. All right? Yeah. I'll see ya. Hey, good luck, all right? Yeah. See ya later. (SCHOOL BELL RINGS) Dan. Hi, Lizzy. I'm gonna be late. Yeah, we'd better go. Come on. Fine. I'll catch up with you, OK? Bye. See you later. (ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC THROUGHOUT SCENE) (SCREAMING) Whoa! Out of my way! All right! Get out of my way! Let him go! Oh, no! No! No! Oh, Jesus! No. Oh, no, no. No. Oh, Jesus. God, what did I do? Oh, God. Oh, God. 'I guess I tell you what I learned. My conclusion, right?' 'Well, my conclusion is, hate is baggage.' 'Life's too short to be pissed off all the time.' 'It's just not worth it.' 'Derek says it's good to end a paper with a quote.' 'Someone has already said it best, so if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong.' 'I picked a guy you'd like.' "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies." "Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection." "The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature." 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