Pep Squad (1998) - full transcript
Set in and around a small town high school in Kansas, Beth is a naive senior student who asks her two new friends, the slick and outgoing Julie, and her boyfriend Scott to help her cover up the accidental killing of the hated school principal. But they are observed by Terra, a student nominated for prom queen, who blackmails them into rigging the election in her favor. Undaunted, Beth, Julie and Scott turn to the most popular/hated student Cherry to kill Terra for them. Cherry agrees to the hit, but only if she gets Terra's nomination for prom queen and the crown as well which sets off more complications for all involved.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
[SCREECH]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
The yearbooks are here!
[SCREAMING]
Get out of my way!
5, 20, 50.
I have 50.
So do I. 50 pictures.
That's my elbow.
I have 51.
No you don't.
Yes, I do.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
Cherry!
Will you sign by book?
Drop dead.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
Beth.
Wake up.
Oh, mom, no.
Don't you mom me.
Get up, now.
Lay there any longer and
your butt'll get bigger.
Mom, I have three more minutes.
I set my alarm for a reason.
You do this to me every morning.
Dear.
Maybe you should
go to bed earlier.
Mom, god.
For Christ's sakes, just leave.
Look at this mess.
I thought I told you
to clean this room.
Yes.
I distinctly remember.
Chop chop.
Get up.
No time to lay about.
You miss the bus,
your father and I
are gonna have to drop you off.
And we have no time!
Where's my broom?
I just had it.
Carl.
Carl!
It's right there in
front of your face.
Ha.
That's funny.
Bethany, sweetheart.
I can't keep taking your laundry
to the cleaners before lunch.
You need to get a job.
I can't go to school
and do everything, mom.
I can't support
you forever, Beth.
I have my own life
to worry about.
[SCREECHING]
Your mother and I have decided--
BARBARA: We haven't
decided anything.
CARL: We're getting a divorce.
More like a separation.
CARL: I just bought a new house.
We're getting a divorce.
BARBARA: Nothing's
been signed yet.
Oh, it will be.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[BELL RINGING]
MR. WILSON: Beth.
You're late again.
Of course I am.
MR. WILSON: I'll have to
notify Principal Anderson.
LATAQWA: Scott.
Will you sign my book?
LaTaqwa, I told you
to put that book away.
What's the point in
having a yearbook anyway?
TEACHER: This is a class,
people, not a social club.
Don't ever question authority.
What do you suggest we do when
the authority's being a jerk?
Ms. Thurman.
Would you like to go to
Principal Anderson's office?
Not really.
LATAQWA: Hey, suicide chick.
That's the one.
Out of all these
pictures, I can tell,
just by looking at the eyes.
That's the one that's gonna die.
[THUNDER BOOMING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
God, I hate pep
rallies, don't you?
Least we get out of class.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you deaf or
completely stupid?
You are a freshman, an idiot,
a god damned paperback,
and this is the senior bench.
Get it?
And that is my seat.
I didn't know.
Bullshit, zit face.
I told you twice last
week, and I am sick of it.
Every week, this shit happens.
My books over here and
my books over there.
Um, hi, Kelly.
My name's Tommy.
Julie.
Do you think Scott's gonna
tell us the prom queen
candidates today?
Julie.
Do you think Scott's
gonna tell us the--
Tara.
Leave me alone.
God, I wonder.
Do you know who they picked?
Not you, scare-a Terra.
(SQUEAKING) Not
you, scare-a Terra.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
So what's your name?
I'm doing a story for the paper.
Would you like to be in it?
Oh, I don't really--
It's about role models.
OK.
I admit.
The only reason I come to school
is to write shit about people.
But I find you intriguing.
I mean it.
MR. ANDERSON: The time
has come, my students,
to decide which eight
lucky girls best
represent Oak Hill High.
To announce the final
prom queen candidates,
it's my pleasure and honor to
introduce your student council
president, Mr. Scott Mendota.
Who cares?
Scott.
OK.
After I call out the list of
girls, if you could please
come up here and stand in
line so everybody can see you.
Wanda Clark.
[SCREAM]
SCOTT: Thelma Melvins.
Yes!
SCOTT: Terra Simpson.
Yes!
SCOTT: Julie Thurmond.
Penelope Marshal.
Oh my god!
SCOTT: Laurie Kline.
Oh god!
SCOTT: Polly Wilson.
Ha!
I knew it!
BETH (VOICEOVER):
I can't believe
this is actually happening.
And.
[GASP]
Debbie Johnson.
[APPLAUSE]
For these eight girls, a
dream has become a reality.
[ROARING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You all think you are so great.
Well, you are wrong.
All of you.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
One down, seven to go.
BARBARA: I don't think I want
you going to that school.
Mom, nothing's going
to happen to me.
Kids getting hit by cars.
That could've been you.
I don't wanna turn
on the news and find
out my daughter's dead.
Carl.
I thought I told you to
balance my checkbook.
Beth.
I think we ought to send
you to a private school.
Mom.
Dad, tell her she's--
CARL: I don't have to
organize your life, Barbara.
We're not married anymore.
I think Bethany would
love a private school.
We have reservations.
Violet, party for three.
I'm sorry.
You're dressed
entirely too casual.
We don't allow sneakers.
We phoned ahead.
The man said jackets
were optional.
Carl.
I'm sorry.
Carl, you said it was optional.
She obviously doesn't
need our business.
[SCREECHING]
Beth.
Beth.
Aren't you that girl
from Mr. Wilson's class?
Did you eat at Tradewinds?
Uh-uh.
Were those your parents?
Ah-huh.
Look.
Why don't you eat with us?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, darling.
What can I get for you?
Um, water.
Thanks.
The usual?
SCOTT: Yeah.
Yes.
I don't know what to get.
You'll have the same.
Bring her the same.
SCOTT: Is it Friday yet?
No, honey.
It's Thursday.
SCOTT: Great.
I'm so goddamn tired of school.
Shit has got to
change, or I swear.
By graduation, I will
go fucking insane.
Oh, did you hear?
Thelma Melvins got hit by a car.
Perfect.
Now I have to find
somebody to replace her.
Scott.
Why don't you quit
student council?
It takes up much too
much of your time.
And why don't you
quit the paper, Julie?
Because, it's the only way
I can get them to listen,
so I can tell them
exactly what I think.
OK.
See?
Same goes for me.
That fucking school is
so goddamn hard to please.
My first day on the
paper, they said
if I wasn't part
of the solution,
I was part of the problem.
But their solutions suck,
so I tried to change things,
and now I am the problem.
Well, we've got
to do something.
What?
Drop out of school?
I don't know.
Complain?
Who's listening?
Ethel the lunchlady?
Fat chance.
Hey thanks for the ride, guys.
I'm really glad that I met you.
See you tomorrow?
Sure.
All right, bye bye.
Bye.
Oh my god.
Look at her.
She is such a
sweetie, you know?
I can't believe that her
parents would do that to.
SCOTT: Her parents
probably beat her.
JULIE: Oh, Scott.
Don't.
I think she actually
enjoyed hanging out with us.
SCOTT: You can't prove that.
CHERRY: You won't
get away with this.
I swear to God.
You will never get crowned.
I am prom queen.
OFFICER: Investigating
a hit and run.
Her name was Thelma Melvins.
Someone said she was a
prom queen candidate.
And your friend.
That's awful, officer.
She was such a good friend.
And besides, she
won best dressed
in the yearbook this year.
[SOBBING]
Thanks again for the ride.
Not a problem.
God.
This place is so inflated.
Don't freak.
Lunch is just around the corner.
[BELL RINGING]
But because someone got
100%, there won't be a curve.
Who was it?
Who got the 100?
Beth Violet.
Principal Anderson
wants a talk with you.
Cherry.
The principal wants
to see you too.
Of course he does.
Look at me.
Right now, young lady!
(DEMONIC) Get out of my face!
Make it shine, Boy.
You don't ever step on
the Oak Hill Indian.
Now, I want to see
your ugly reflection.
I didn't step on
it, Mr. Anderson.
Honest.
They pushed me.
Tommy.
Yes, sir.
You come to my office.
Make sure he gets that
red face polished.
Hi.
[PHONE RINGING]
What are you in here for?
Kill somebody, huh?
Oh, really?
Well, that's interesting.
Must have been horrible.
Not very talkative this morning?
Well, I understand.
Neither am I.
No you don't.
You have no idea what it's
like being here every day.
There's no reason to
say anything anymore.
No one listens, no one cares.
I open my mouth and
nothing comes out.
And what's the point?
Nothing's gonna change.
Everything is gonna be
the same, every day,
for the rest of our lives.
You know, you can change
things if you really want to.
[DOOR OPENS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You know, Beth, unexcused
tardies are immature.
They're responsible.
You called me in here
because I have a few tardies?
Not just a few.
Mr. Wilson reported
you late 11 times.
Now, you'll have out of school
suspension if this continues.
What?
Out of school suspension?
Don't you think
that's a bit extreme?
Don't question the rules of
my institution, Ms. Violet.
These regulations aren't new.
Any moron could get
to class on time.
Do you realize that not going
to class was the original idea?
Are you smoking crack
in the teacher's lounge
or what, Mr. Anderson?
Watch your mouth, or I'll
hold you back another year.
Don't threaten me.
I've had it up to my
elbows with this shit.
Take it out.
What?
You think you're god, don't you?
You are a sick fucking freak.
You're just a principal.
It's like you never
graduated high school.
You're still here.
The problem here is authority.
What we need is a role model.
We need some help, because I'm
not gonna take this anymore.
Let go of me, you ugly bitch!
Sit down!
Jesus.
When are you gonna get some
guts and do it, suicide chicken?
Oh, that look was really pretty.
Why don't you write another
goddamn suicide letter?
Like anyone'll give a shit.
[ALARM RINGING]
Mr. Anderson!
Mr. Anderson!
He left a minute ago and
he hasn't come back yet.
Come on.
Quick.
We gotta go before
the fire gets here.
BETH: Julie.
Julie.
I need your help.
I didn't know who else
to tell, and, well,
you're the only friends I have.
You won't believe-- believe it.
I-- I've done something.
Come on.
I can't believe it.
What are we gonna do with him?
We?
We had nothing to do with this.
Shut up, Scott.
Do something important
for once in your life.
Important?
Going to college is important.
What are the chances of
graduating after this?
Forget it.
Be quiet.
Go to the janitor's room, get
the trash bin, and load him in.
Go!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Um, honey.
I think Beth has
some serious issues.
You liked her first.
JULIE: Slow down.
SCOTT: When do you think
they'll notice he's gone?
JULIE: This is no
time for thinking.
BETH: Don't panic, all right?
SCOTT: You don't panic.
It's all your fault. BETH:
All right, all right.
It's my fault.
JULIE: Stop it.
We are in this together, OK?
Let's go to lunch.
SCOTT: At a time like this?
JULIE: Food relaxes me.
BETH: Let's wash the car.
SCOTT: Forget it.
That's the first
place they'll look.
Criminals always go
to the car wash first.
JULIE: We've just
kidnapped the principal.
I wonder how much detention
we'll get for that.
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
What is she doing?
Is she retarded?
[MUMBLING SHOUTING]
ANDERSON: Oh, Jesus.
JULIE: Shut up.
Nobody can hear you.
See what you made us do?
SCOTT: We can't keep
him here forever.
JULIE: My parents will
not be back 'til Monday.
ANDERSON: Monday?
BETH: Well, aren't you
having a party tonight?
JULIE: Ah, fuck.
I forgot.
God damn track team.
BETH: Well, cancel it.
SCOTT: We can't.
JULIE: Told too many people.
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
What is happening?
I can't believe this mess.
Shut up, Scott.
I'm thinking.
This is what we were
talking about, right?
Shit has to change, remember?
Well, we're changing things.
I really don't think
this is what you meant.
Why don't we take
advantage of the situation
instead of freaking out?
Why don't we just let him go?
Are you insane?
They'd arrest us before we
even got back to school.
Oh, shit.
His car.
I can't find them.
Dig deeper.
Bet it's been awhile
since a real woman
had her hand in your pants.
Just as I thought.
There's nothing downstairs.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Do you think it's safe there?
He'll be fine until
my parents get home.
Besides, no one will see it.
Well, what do we do with him?
I don't know.
I just-- I don't know.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, sexy.
Don't.
I need something stronger.
Hey, Beth.
Can I get your email number.
No, Kim.
Excuse me.
-Fine.
No love lost here, bitch.
Everything OK?
Who were you talking to?
Doesn't matter.
It's just sad when you
think you have something
and you really don't
have anything at all.
Excuse me.
Is that your butt in my face.
I don't know.
Is that your face?
Who invited you?
Holly and Karen.
Why don't you go bother them?
Because.
I must talk to you.
I saw you at school the
other day, and I know--
Neat.
You'll probably
see us there again.
What's her story?
She's the most
absurd girl on Earth.
[TOILET FLUSHING]
[MOANING AND SCREAMING]
What?
There's someone upstairs.
SCOTT: Can I help you?
Um, I was looking
for the bathroom.
In the dark?
It's downstairs.
Oh.
Heavens to Betsy.
If it isn't prom queen
opponent number two
and Mr. Stud Body President?
This just isn't fair at all.
Gee, Wanda.
You're cheating, Terra.
Oh, Scotty.
What would Julie say
if she knew you were
screwing all the candidates?
Wanda.
Have a beer and
drive yourself home.
Problems with Scare-a?
Not yet.
Hello, Helen?
Would you be a peach and
connect me with the police?
What?
Party is over.
They need to go home.
SCOTT: OK, dumb ass.
What if the operator tells
the cops to come look around.
They'll find him.
No, they won't.
Relax.
Who the hell would wanna
drive all the way out here?
Go outside and finish the party.
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
[LAUGHTER]
The fallout shelter.
Woo.
SCOTT: And the tardy
policy has to go.
It's retarded.
Its like when you tell a little
kid not to take the cookie.
The first thing he's gonna
do is take the cookie.
BETH: What?
Forget it.
I'm the principal.
Don't you think they'll
notice I'm gone?
JULIE: Probably.
SCOTT: But that's our problem.
You're right, Mr. Mendota.
It is your problem.
You kids think
you're popular you're
gonna get away with this?
I'm gonna send you
to jail for the rest
of your pathetic little lives.
BETH: Shut up.
You try and call the cops,
and I'll sue your punk
ass for sexual harassment.
Try it, bitch.
You think a jury will believe
a 17-year-old kidnapper?
BETH: I'm 18, you
son of a bitch.
SCOTT: Of course they will.
Look at you.
You look like a child molester.
JULIE: There is no
point in arguing.
We are calling the shots.
Now eat your breakfast.
We might be back with some milk.
Crazy freaks.
I'm gonna kill your dogs.
I'm gonna chew your throats out.
You're finished!
Julie.
Can I have a smoke?
Sure.
Hey, what are we gonna do with
him when your parents get home?
Ugh.
Why does everybody always think
that I have all the answers?
Because you usually do.
Um, Julie.
Oh.
I thought it might
come in handy.
What the fuck?
I mean, come on.
Let's not stop here.
I agree it's a little more
time consuming than homework,
but I think we can
make a difference.
I'm gonna go
upstairs and shower.
Come on, Beth
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, where'd you
guys put my clothes?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
I got the bottles.
Hello?
Yes.
It's true.
I've got the bottles.
Oh my god.
You're alive.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Is the whole senior
class in on it?
Are you high?
I didn't have anything
to do with this.
Ms. Simpson.
You'll have to let me go.
Otherwise, I'll throw
your ass into jail
with the rest of them.
You will not.
Young lady.
I've been tied up for days.
My circulation is cut off.
My arms, if they
don't work, then
we're gonna have to amputate.
Could you just
loosen the rope so I
could at least move around?
I don't think I should do that.
Please.
They tortured me.
OK.
Oh my god.
Julie!
I told you I'd get
loose, and I meant it.
You're finished.
Freeze!
Don't move, motherfucker.
I know you won't do
it, you stupid bitch.
You don't have the guts.
You never did.
Shut your face and get your
ugly ass back downstairs.
I'm calling the police.
[GUNSHOT]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
[ROOSTER CROWING]
That wasn't very smart.
SCOTT: How the fuck
did you get in here?
I broke in.
Um, we just killed
the principal.
No, I didn't.
I didn't kill him.
Yeah, you did.
Oh my god.
Get him inside.
Oh my god.
SCOTT: We need to find a bag
or something to put him in.
Oh my god.
Come on, Julie.
Let's go get you a drink.
Need some help, Scott?
Terra, you've helped us plenty.
What do you want?
I won't tell
anyone, unless you--
Unless what?
Unless you piss me off.
I wanna be prom queen.
You're in charge of that, right?
Terra.
It's not that easy.
Oh, you'll do it, or
I'll call the police.
I'll be in touch.
Have a nice day.
I might as well die.
I killed the principal.
Now I'll never graduate.
We have to get rid of the body.
How?
Throw him in the river?
What happens when they find him?
We're gonna get
the electric chair.
I know it.
Make it look like an accident.
She shot him in the back.
It looks like murder to me.
Murder?
I don't know.
But we can do anything.
Right, Julie?
I'm a murderer?
We-- we need some help.
I need help.
SCOTT: Who?
Terra?
Well, why not?
She knows everything anyway.
Besides, if we don't ask
her, she might feel left out
and call the police.
She wouldn't do that.
Winning prom queen is
more important to her
than whether we go to jail.
We should call a professional.
-Oh.
OK, Scott.
Wake up.
This doesn't happen every day.
Who on Earth can we call?
I guarantee you, no one's
ever done this before.
Well, if we hadn't
somebody else would've.
Oh, who?
[SIRENS BLARING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I know, stupid.
I was there.
Cherry, please.
We're in trouble.
You were the only
person we knew to call.
How unfortunate for you.
What do you want?
Money?
I have plenty already.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Ugh!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I'll do it because I
hate him and he's ugly.
I'm the only person who
doesn't give a damn.
Besides, the son of a
bitch gave me detention
for kicking him in the face.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry about.
I'll be over at
midnight to pick him up.
I'll need someone to
follow me in his car.
I'll-- I'll do it.
Great.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Here.
Well, aren't you gonna
help me carry him outside?
Why do you need any help?
I was just kidding.
Christ.
I can get him to
do anything for me.
Um, Julie.
What we're going to
do Monday morning?
What do you mean what
are we going to do?
Well, should we go
to school separately?
Why?
We didn't do anything.
Nothing happened this weekend.
We're just three
friends going to school.
Don't freak.
They won't think anything unless
we give them reason to, OK?
OK.
It's just, you know, I feel
like I started this whole mess,
and now I have
nothing to do with it.
Beth, you're
totally a part of it.
We're helping you because
we are your friends.
You don't even know me.
I am not as stupid
as Scott looks.
Get the body in the
car and hurry up.
I've got a geometry
test tomorrow.
It's in the garage.
Congratulations.
[DOOR SLAM]
What now?
Wipe your fingerprints off
everything you've touched.
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
Souvenir?
You know.
He tripped on a log.
I know what you're thinking.
I'm not insane.
I'm an artist.
[EXPLOSION]
[CRANKING]
JULIE: You don't think
she really did it, do you?
SCOTT: Who?
JULIE: Suicide chick.
She's gone.
That's horrible.
MR. WILSON: Mr. Mendota.
Silence yourself.
Did suicide chick
really kill herself?
Get to work.
[KNOCKING]
Come in.
Today, class, Officer
Butler's going
to explain the various
types of illegal drugs.
Please give her your
complete attention.
Take a bite out of crack.
LaTaqwa, settle down.
Officer Butler.
Do you wanna sign my yearbook?
Sure.
[KNOCKING]
Excuse me, Mr. Wilson.
I was wondering if I could
speak with Ms. Violet.
Beth.
Cross your fingers, honey.
Better yet, cross your legs.
JULIE: Cross your mama's legs.
Oh god.
My goodness.
Bethany, dear.
Sweetheart.
You didn't call.
I thought you'd
run away from home.
I didn't know what to think.
Where were you?
What are you doing?
I thought you were dead, run
over like that other girl.
Mom.
I stayed at my friend Julie's.
Relax.
I was home late last night,
and if you'd have bothered
to check on me, you
would have found
me in my room this morning.
Your mother's on medication.
She doesn't know
what she's saying.
Ugh.
Don't give me that crap.
[PHONE RINGING]
Bethany!
Not here.
Excuse me, Ms. Violet.
TOGETHER: Yes?
Beth.
The newspaper man is here
for the senior class photo.
The students are being
sent to the senior bench.
Thanks, Ms. Watson.
She never talks to me.
I wanna know what's
going on in her life.
Why won't she talk to me?
You know.
Teenagers.
Don't seem to know this one.
OK.
OK, guys.
Excuse me.
Hello!
Thank you.
All right.
Uh, tss, tss, tss.
I need you through
you on the first row.
Everyone else, make
rows behind them.
Is everybody ready?
[SCREAM]
[CROWD GASPS]
Who did this to me, huh?
Who?
Ma'am.
Ma'am.
GIRL: Somebody
get the principal.
Quiet, you fat bitch.
He's dead!
This was stuffed up my tailpipe.
I was just in the
hospital for inhaling gas.
The kind of gas that kills.
You.
Me?
You did this to me, didn't you?
You stupid, goddamn,
lice-infected bitch!
You're just jealous
because I was nominated
for prom queen and you weren't.
You're nothing but a spoiled,
rotten, two-faced bitch
who thinks she's
superior to everyone.
I am superior to everyone,
especially you and your fucked
up, yeast-infected, moldy face.
At least my father
doesn't teach piano
lessons at the Catholic church.
Cherry.
Your father is a
fucking gynecologist.
You think that looking up
cunts all day is any better?
Scare-a Terra!
Strawberry shortcake.
I challenge you to a fight.
I dare you.
Prom night.
If you're not there,
I will ruin you.
You are no match for
me, you fucking bitch!
Get the car.
It's true!
He's dead!
Principal Anderson,
at, last, is dead!
[CHEERING]
Yoo hoo!
Julie.
Wait.
Ugh!
What?
What is it, Terra?
I have to go.
Why were you at the laundromat
with Cherry on Saturday?
Terra.
Take a pill.
Don't play dumb.
I was there!
That's when I put the
banana up her tail pipe.
I knew she was following me.
I had to stop her.
Did she find out?
Did you tell her?
How did she know
that Lester was dead?
She guessed.
We didn't tell her anything.
There's something going on.
What do you do over there?
Does Scott sodomize you?
That's why you won't
hang out with me.
If I find out that
she's helping you,
I swear to God I
will call the police
and report more than a gunshot.
Ugh.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(EUROPEAN ACCENT) There are
bombs in six classrooms.
They will go off in two minutes.
We will not say which rooms.
Some students will
live, some will die.
This is not a joke.
This is a warning.
(AMERICAN ACCENT) One.
Two.
Three.
[SCREAMING]
Bitch!
You wanna play?
I can play.
Fine.
But I'm gonna win.
BETH: It's like she
wants to live through me.
She wants to make me
what she never was.
and my dad, he just wants
me to be the best so people
will think he's the best.
Like I'm supposed to make up
for their fucked up lives.
Beth.
It's not your fault. Your
parents are just going
through some shit right now.
Well, yeah, so am I. And when
I'm having a totally cool dream
and she fucking wakes me up
right before my alarm clock
goes off.
The first thing I
see is her face,
and it just makes me
hate her even more.
You know, there's a lot
of dumb shits in the world.
The older you get,
the more you find.
No kidding.
Grandpa told me that
right before he died.
I should've paid more
attention to him.
He's really smart.
Yeah.
I guess I just needed
to say it out loud.
And now I don't feel
so bad about it.
I mean, fuck it.
If they wanna get divorced,
it's their own goddamn problem.
Exactly.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Yeah, fuck 'em all.
Fuck 'em.
What can I do you for, babe?
I've brought in my best
CDs and I want a gun.
Hey!
You've looked long enough.
Better get what you
want and get going.
Fucking niggers.
What did you say?
I'll give you 50 bucks.
Bullshit.
I want a gun, and
you're going to give
me one in exchange for these.
How old are you?
Get me a gun.
Think you're such
a good idea, lady.
Give me the god damned gun.
Get me a bigger one.
That's all I got.
I know you have a
private room in the back.
Let me see it.
I'm willing to pay
a little extra.
How much extra?
That' the one.
Now, why would a pretty
girl like you need a gun?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[HONKING]
Hey, did you hear?
Cherry ran over
Wanda Clark yesterday.
What?
No way.
Oh, she is out of control.
Your mama's out of control.
Can we stop for some pop?
I need some sugar.
You're in a good mood today.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
[GUNSHOTS]
You've got to be kidding.
We better go get some
coffee before class.
What do you think?
I just woke up 25 minutes ago.
I'm a little disturbed.
Today, students
arrived at Oak Hill High
were put in a
dreadful predicament.
Here with me now
is Terra Simpson,
fellow prom queen candidate.
Terra.
Tell us.
What are you feeling through
these troubled times?
TERRA (ON TV): I feel
like I'm in danger.
No one's protecting us.
Penelope Marshall just got shot.
That only leaves
give candidates.
Now prom won't ever be the same.
KAREN (ON TV): Were you present
when the shooter drove by?
I was!
Yes.
It was awful.
I thought I was gonna be next.
I couldn't believe
it was happening.
I'm so lucky.
It could have been me.
What actions should
be taken to increase
gun control with minors?
I think it's pretty easy
these days to get a gun,
and I think the state
should enforce laws
to enforce the sale of guns--
Fucking bitch!
But not to the point that it
invades a student's privacy.
Thank you, girls, for
talking to us this morning.
Four months ago,
the school board
speculated that Principal
Anderson was having
sexual relations with
a 16-year-old girls
in several major cities
across the country.
Today, his replacement will
be announced at the pep rally.
Did you hear that?
We have a new principal?
His replacement?
I'm going to the
car for a smoke.
Who's coming?
We'll be bringing you
updates throughout the day.
This is Karen
Jackson with KSOH TV.
They're gonna find out.
They will.
-No, they won't.
Terra.
Shut up.
We took care of everything.
We're gonna be fine.
Are you sure?
You're not starting to
doubt us, are you, Beth?
They'll discover something.
They always do.
His death was accidental.
They're making a
big deal about it
because he was
fucking 16-year-olds.
They are not looking
for murderers.
Well, what about Cherry?
If they get her, she might
tell them everything.
What do you mean
tell them everything?
She might be a problem.
She wouldn't say anything.
Oh, really, Scott?
She's a killer.
Do I have something
else to worry about now?
No.
Do I have something
to worry about?
It makes perfect sense.
Huh?
You're conspiring
against us, aren't you?
You and Cherry are gonna
go tell them everything
so you can get off
the fucking hook.
Lies!
Lies and deception!
-Oh, Terra, shut up!
I knew she was helping you!
You shut up.
-Shut up!
-Shut up.
Shut up.
SCOTT: I didn't do
anything to begin with.
It's all her fault.
Fuck you.
I didn't force you
into this, Scott.
Fuck you.
You were a pussy
from the beginning.
Julie.
Don't do this.
Fuck him.
Just, fuck him.
He's not fucking
around with Cherry, OK?
That's not the point.
Well, what is your point?
He just aggravates me.
I mean, I'm worried that
he might turn us in.
I mean, honestly, Beth.
You were the one
who kidnapped him.
I shot him.
What did he do?
Nothing.
Just complained.
I mean, what if, you know?
What if?
Ready?
TOGETHER: OK!
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is like a car, and
the back is like a truck.
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is where we
kissed and the back
is where we-- El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
Nice job girls But let's
see it one more time.
TOGETHER: OK!
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is like a car and
the back is like a truck.
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
Well, excuse me for living.
Debbie, Put yourself
out of my misery.
Someone's ragging big time.
You call that a cheer?
How do you expect
us to win anything?
Any games?
You have no spirit.
A dead body has more
spirit than you.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Line up.
This is a private
practice for the pep rally,
so anyone not on the
team, please leave.
Hey, Cherry.
You want a drink?
Are you retarded?
Get your drunk, anorexic
ass over to the bleachers
and sit down.
Your mind games won't hurt me.
Girls.
It's time we join together
to show the school
what it means to really belong.
I've got $200 for every girl
who wants to learn a new cheer.
Can we stop this?
Should I leave?
No, Beth.
Don't.
Scott I'm sorry.
We can talk after school, OK?
I just need some fucking space.
Fine.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Die, Terra, die.
TOGETHER: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
EVERYONE: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
CROWD: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
May I have your attention?
CROWD: Die, Terra, die.
Die, T--
May I present your new
principal, Ms. Nelson.
I just have one thing to say.
All of you on the track
team better win, else
you gonna have to answer to me.
AUDIENCE: All right!
[CHEERING]
Let's hear it for
the track team!
Yeah!
Go Oak Hill!
TOGETHER: Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
[WHOOPING]
[APPLAUSE]
Don't.
No, stop.
Stop.
Ugh.
Don't stop.
Mm.
Don't stop.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
You are so adorable.
Do you know that?
Yeah, thanks.
Can we go?
I need to call my mom
before I see my face
on the cover of a milk carton.
Hey, look.
There she is.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
She's so fucking downtown.
We should ask her to lunch.
What do you think?
I think she'd laugh at us.
Hey!
Guys!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Get in the car.
[GUNSHOTS]
This is a gun-free school zone!
When I find you, I'm
gonna rip your arms off!
[GUNSHOTS]
Shooting guns on
school property.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
I told you before, and I am
not gonna tell you again.
Uh-oh.
I saw your face,
you little hussy!
I know who you are!
You won't get away with this!
Threatening my students.
Did you see that?
Shooting at my car.
Anybody around here normal?
What is wrong with this school?
Endangering my life for a
couple of no good prostitutes.
Honey, you OK?
(WOOZY) Yes, I think so.
You best be getting home.
It's not safe around here.
Everybody around here is nuts!
Hell nah.
Fucking-- they don't-- oh no.
They don't know
where I came from.
Uh-uh.
Jefferson.
Honey.
You home?
[DOG BARKING]
Wear this one.
I don't wanna go to the prom.
SCOTT: You have to.
I thought we were
all going together.
Forget it.
I don't wanna be the third.
I've been the third
wheel my whole life.
Why don't you ask Terra?
I'm sure she'd go with you.
Do you think she and Cherry
are gonna kill each other?
Let's hope.
Darling.
Are these your little friends?
Hi.
I'm Barbara.
Beth's mother.
Of course you are.
Pardon me?
Hi, I'm Scott.
Nice to meet you, Ms. Violet.
Beth, darling.
Your letter came from NYU today.
It did?
Where is it?
Oh, I threw it away.
You didn't get in.
I didn't think you'd want to
read all those terrible words.
You opened my letter?
Oh, well.
It was a long shot
anyway, right?
I still love you.
Dinner will be in 15 minutes.
Are your friends staying?
I'm eating with
them tonight, mom.
Bethany, sweetheart,
I told you last week
your father's vice president was
coming to Mexican Fiesta night.
What?
We'd love to stay, Ms. Violet.
Delightful.
Wonderful.
I'll set the table!
You will find my wife.
We don't let anybody
walk over us.
Especially not those god damn
motherfuckers at Oak Hill High.
[MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Something's happened.
Your new principal is missing.
Ms. Nelson is missing?
Cherry.
Mom, dad.
We gotta go.
I am not a puppet,
nor a fucking number.
I am Cherry, and if
you can't handle it,
get the fuck out of my way!
Fucking bitch!
Maybe we should
just call the police.
The police always
fuck things up.
If we want shit done right,
we need to do it ourselves.
Absolutely.
We're the only people on
Earth who can handle Cherry.
And if she did
kidnap Ms. Nelson,
we're gonna need a plan.
We're gonna need a
lot more than a plan.
I have my mom's gun.
Well, my dad has some guns.
We can stop by there on the way.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Do you think Cherry trusts us?
I mean, maybe we
can get her to calm
down and let Ms. Nelson free.
Yeah, right.
I've got company.
I'll be right back.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL CHIMING]
We're gonna die.
We're all gonna die.
-Ms. Nelson.
Ms. Nelson relax.
You best be getting me out
of this chair right now!
Relax.
Relax.
Right now!
Relax.
We'll get you out of here,
but you need to shut up.
We can not sneak you
out of here yelling.
She's downstairs.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Honey, I'm here.
OFFICER: Get an APB
out on the tall girl.
Don't forget.
She's armed and
severely dangerous.
Ma'am.
We'll be right
outside all night.
If there's anything we can
do for you, just holler.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You kids saved my life.
It was our pleasure,
Mrs. Nelson.
You're very brave kids.
Why don't you come
in and have a soda?
Jefferson, they gotta go home.
It's a school night.
Gotta rest up for prom.
Tomorrow's the big night?
Yes, sir.
Take care.
See you at school.
I have had it with
your shit, Scare-a!
Stay the fuck away from us!
Don't threaten me, or
I'll march right over there
and tell him everything.
Do it.
He'll never believe you.
Cherry's the one they want.
After all this, it's
her they're gonna get.
Not us.
We aren't gonna negotiate
our arrangement with you.
Tomorrow night,
you'll get your crown.
Unless Cherry gets it first.
But after that, don't
attempt to talk to us.
As far as we're
concerned, you are dead.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Beth!
Suicide chick?
We thought you were dead.
No, no, no.
I was in rehab.
It was great.
I feel so much better.
And I owe it all to you.
-To me?
Why?
That day in the
principal's office,
you talked to me like a friend.
And no one's ever done
that for me before.
I told you I was so
angry at the world.
Until that day, I
never really knew.
But you made me
realize it was OK.
I don't know what to say.
No, no, no.
Don't say anything.
Just thank you.
I'm so popular.
Stop it.
Hey, Julie.
You are gonna get it.
Butt face.
You think you're gonna win?
Ha!
Uh, of course I am.
You won't.
So shut up.
Her dad must've hit her
with the ugly stick.
Do you mind?
Of course she doesn't mind.
Look at her dress.
There really are more
important things in life
than winning prom queen.
No there's not.
Debbie, will you sign my book?
Yeah.
LaTaqwa.
You are the best.
Hey.
Wanna drink?
Mhmm.
Damn, girl.
They gonna throw your
ass out to the curb.
I thought Cherry would've
kicked your ass by now.
She's afraid I might hurt her.
You're so full of shit, Terra.
[LAUGHTER]
We're ready to
start the ceremony.
Are there any
candidates still alive?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[VOMITING]
My dress!
Looks better now, any way.
Fuck you, you repulsive bitch.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
This year, the remaining
nominees for prom queen are--
Debbie Johnson.
That's my name!
It's beautiful!
And if you don't like
it, you can kiss my ass.
I'm drunk.
So what if I'm drunk?
If you don't like it,
you can kiss his ass.
You're gonna win.
You're gonna win.
Terra Simpson.
[CIGARETTE CRACKLING]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
Here in my hand is the
name of that special girl.
Are you ready?
This year's prom queen is--
[GASP]
Terra Simpson.
Oh!
Oh.
[APPLAUSE]
Where's Cherry?
[APPLAUSE]
[SCREAM]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
[GUNSHOT]
[FLAME CRACKLING]
These days of terror
have finally ended.
The good Lord has given us
strength, and we caught her.
We finally caught her.
Excuse me!
Young lady!
Young lady.
Were you in there
when it happened?
Could you tell the folks at
home what really happened?
Well, some people might think
that Cherry was out of line,
but I don't.
Sure, her path was a little
different from the other kids,
but she stood up for
what she believed in.
She said something.
Are you saying murder is OK?
No.
People paid attention,
though, didn't they?
You're here, aren't you?
Tonight, the children are
obviously very emotional
and extremely confused.
NELSON: Hey!
You aren't going anywhere!
Now, don't act weird just
because I'm your principal.
You kids have been through a
lot of no good crap this year.
I wanna pay you back
for saving my life.
Now, I'm taking
you to breakfast,
whether you like it or not.
We'd love to go to breakfast
with you, Ms. Nelson.
[LAUGHTER]
NELSON: Hey, what's so funny?
My dress ain't that ugly.
Ha ha ha!
Well, maybe it is.
I don't know.
Ah.
[LAUGHTER]
[BUZZING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
[SCREECH]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
The yearbooks are here!
[SCREAMING]
Get out of my way!
5, 20, 50.
I have 50.
So do I. 50 pictures.
That's my elbow.
I have 51.
No you don't.
Yes, I do.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
Cherry!
Will you sign by book?
Drop dead.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
Beth.
Wake up.
Oh, mom, no.
Don't you mom me.
Get up, now.
Lay there any longer and
your butt'll get bigger.
Mom, I have three more minutes.
I set my alarm for a reason.
You do this to me every morning.
Dear.
Maybe you should
go to bed earlier.
Mom, god.
For Christ's sakes, just leave.
Look at this mess.
I thought I told you
to clean this room.
Yes.
I distinctly remember.
Chop chop.
Get up.
No time to lay about.
You miss the bus,
your father and I
are gonna have to drop you off.
And we have no time!
Where's my broom?
I just had it.
Carl.
Carl!
It's right there in
front of your face.
Ha.
That's funny.
Bethany, sweetheart.
I can't keep taking your laundry
to the cleaners before lunch.
You need to get a job.
I can't go to school
and do everything, mom.
I can't support
you forever, Beth.
I have my own life
to worry about.
[SCREECHING]
Your mother and I have decided--
BARBARA: We haven't
decided anything.
CARL: We're getting a divorce.
More like a separation.
CARL: I just bought a new house.
We're getting a divorce.
BARBARA: Nothing's
been signed yet.
Oh, it will be.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[BELL RINGING]
MR. WILSON: Beth.
You're late again.
Of course I am.
MR. WILSON: I'll have to
notify Principal Anderson.
LATAQWA: Scott.
Will you sign my book?
LaTaqwa, I told you
to put that book away.
What's the point in
having a yearbook anyway?
TEACHER: This is a class,
people, not a social club.
Don't ever question authority.
What do you suggest we do when
the authority's being a jerk?
Ms. Thurman.
Would you like to go to
Principal Anderson's office?
Not really.
LATAQWA: Hey, suicide chick.
That's the one.
Out of all these
pictures, I can tell,
just by looking at the eyes.
That's the one that's gonna die.
[THUNDER BOOMING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
God, I hate pep
rallies, don't you?
Least we get out of class.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you deaf or
completely stupid?
You are a freshman, an idiot,
a god damned paperback,
and this is the senior bench.
Get it?
And that is my seat.
I didn't know.
Bullshit, zit face.
I told you twice last
week, and I am sick of it.
Every week, this shit happens.
My books over here and
my books over there.
Um, hi, Kelly.
My name's Tommy.
Julie.
Do you think Scott's gonna
tell us the prom queen
candidates today?
Julie.
Do you think Scott's
gonna tell us the--
Tara.
Leave me alone.
God, I wonder.
Do you know who they picked?
Not you, scare-a Terra.
(SQUEAKING) Not
you, scare-a Terra.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
So what's your name?
I'm doing a story for the paper.
Would you like to be in it?
Oh, I don't really--
It's about role models.
OK.
I admit.
The only reason I come to school
is to write shit about people.
But I find you intriguing.
I mean it.
MR. ANDERSON: The time
has come, my students,
to decide which eight
lucky girls best
represent Oak Hill High.
To announce the final
prom queen candidates,
it's my pleasure and honor to
introduce your student council
president, Mr. Scott Mendota.
Who cares?
Scott.
OK.
After I call out the list of
girls, if you could please
come up here and stand in
line so everybody can see you.
Wanda Clark.
[SCREAM]
SCOTT: Thelma Melvins.
Yes!
SCOTT: Terra Simpson.
Yes!
SCOTT: Julie Thurmond.
Penelope Marshal.
Oh my god!
SCOTT: Laurie Kline.
Oh god!
SCOTT: Polly Wilson.
Ha!
I knew it!
BETH (VOICEOVER):
I can't believe
this is actually happening.
And.
[GASP]
Debbie Johnson.
[APPLAUSE]
For these eight girls, a
dream has become a reality.
[ROARING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You all think you are so great.
Well, you are wrong.
All of you.
[DRUMS PLAYING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
One down, seven to go.
BARBARA: I don't think I want
you going to that school.
Mom, nothing's going
to happen to me.
Kids getting hit by cars.
That could've been you.
I don't wanna turn
on the news and find
out my daughter's dead.
Carl.
I thought I told you to
balance my checkbook.
Beth.
I think we ought to send
you to a private school.
Mom.
Dad, tell her she's--
CARL: I don't have to
organize your life, Barbara.
We're not married anymore.
I think Bethany would
love a private school.
We have reservations.
Violet, party for three.
I'm sorry.
You're dressed
entirely too casual.
We don't allow sneakers.
We phoned ahead.
The man said jackets
were optional.
Carl.
I'm sorry.
Carl, you said it was optional.
She obviously doesn't
need our business.
[SCREECHING]
Beth.
Beth.
Aren't you that girl
from Mr. Wilson's class?
Did you eat at Tradewinds?
Uh-uh.
Were those your parents?
Ah-huh.
Look.
Why don't you eat with us?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, darling.
What can I get for you?
Um, water.
Thanks.
The usual?
SCOTT: Yeah.
Yes.
I don't know what to get.
You'll have the same.
Bring her the same.
SCOTT: Is it Friday yet?
No, honey.
It's Thursday.
SCOTT: Great.
I'm so goddamn tired of school.
Shit has got to
change, or I swear.
By graduation, I will
go fucking insane.
Oh, did you hear?
Thelma Melvins got hit by a car.
Perfect.
Now I have to find
somebody to replace her.
Scott.
Why don't you quit
student council?
It takes up much too
much of your time.
And why don't you
quit the paper, Julie?
Because, it's the only way
I can get them to listen,
so I can tell them
exactly what I think.
OK.
See?
Same goes for me.
That fucking school is
so goddamn hard to please.
My first day on the
paper, they said
if I wasn't part
of the solution,
I was part of the problem.
But their solutions suck,
so I tried to change things,
and now I am the problem.
Well, we've got
to do something.
What?
Drop out of school?
I don't know.
Complain?
Who's listening?
Ethel the lunchlady?
Fat chance.
Hey thanks for the ride, guys.
I'm really glad that I met you.
See you tomorrow?
Sure.
All right, bye bye.
Bye.
Oh my god.
Look at her.
She is such a
sweetie, you know?
I can't believe that her
parents would do that to.
SCOTT: Her parents
probably beat her.
JULIE: Oh, Scott.
Don't.
I think she actually
enjoyed hanging out with us.
SCOTT: You can't prove that.
CHERRY: You won't
get away with this.
I swear to God.
You will never get crowned.
I am prom queen.
OFFICER: Investigating
a hit and run.
Her name was Thelma Melvins.
Someone said she was a
prom queen candidate.
And your friend.
That's awful, officer.
She was such a good friend.
And besides, she
won best dressed
in the yearbook this year.
[SOBBING]
Thanks again for the ride.
Not a problem.
God.
This place is so inflated.
Don't freak.
Lunch is just around the corner.
[BELL RINGING]
But because someone got
100%, there won't be a curve.
Who was it?
Who got the 100?
Beth Violet.
Principal Anderson
wants a talk with you.
Cherry.
The principal wants
to see you too.
Of course he does.
Look at me.
Right now, young lady!
(DEMONIC) Get out of my face!
Make it shine, Boy.
You don't ever step on
the Oak Hill Indian.
Now, I want to see
your ugly reflection.
I didn't step on
it, Mr. Anderson.
Honest.
They pushed me.
Tommy.
Yes, sir.
You come to my office.
Make sure he gets that
red face polished.
Hi.
[PHONE RINGING]
What are you in here for?
Kill somebody, huh?
Oh, really?
Well, that's interesting.
Must have been horrible.
Not very talkative this morning?
Well, I understand.
Neither am I.
No you don't.
You have no idea what it's
like being here every day.
There's no reason to
say anything anymore.
No one listens, no one cares.
I open my mouth and
nothing comes out.
And what's the point?
Nothing's gonna change.
Everything is gonna be
the same, every day,
for the rest of our lives.
You know, you can change
things if you really want to.
[DOOR OPENS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You know, Beth, unexcused
tardies are immature.
They're responsible.
You called me in here
because I have a few tardies?
Not just a few.
Mr. Wilson reported
you late 11 times.
Now, you'll have out of school
suspension if this continues.
What?
Out of school suspension?
Don't you think
that's a bit extreme?
Don't question the rules of
my institution, Ms. Violet.
These regulations aren't new.
Any moron could get
to class on time.
Do you realize that not going
to class was the original idea?
Are you smoking crack
in the teacher's lounge
or what, Mr. Anderson?
Watch your mouth, or I'll
hold you back another year.
Don't threaten me.
I've had it up to my
elbows with this shit.
Take it out.
What?
You think you're god, don't you?
You are a sick fucking freak.
You're just a principal.
It's like you never
graduated high school.
You're still here.
The problem here is authority.
What we need is a role model.
We need some help, because I'm
not gonna take this anymore.
Let go of me, you ugly bitch!
Sit down!
Jesus.
When are you gonna get some
guts and do it, suicide chicken?
Oh, that look was really pretty.
Why don't you write another
goddamn suicide letter?
Like anyone'll give a shit.
[ALARM RINGING]
Mr. Anderson!
Mr. Anderson!
He left a minute ago and
he hasn't come back yet.
Come on.
Quick.
We gotta go before
the fire gets here.
BETH: Julie.
Julie.
I need your help.
I didn't know who else
to tell, and, well,
you're the only friends I have.
You won't believe-- believe it.
I-- I've done something.
Come on.
I can't believe it.
What are we gonna do with him?
We?
We had nothing to do with this.
Shut up, Scott.
Do something important
for once in your life.
Important?
Going to college is important.
What are the chances of
graduating after this?
Forget it.
Be quiet.
Go to the janitor's room, get
the trash bin, and load him in.
Go!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Um, honey.
I think Beth has
some serious issues.
You liked her first.
JULIE: Slow down.
SCOTT: When do you think
they'll notice he's gone?
JULIE: This is no
time for thinking.
BETH: Don't panic, all right?
SCOTT: You don't panic.
It's all your fault. BETH:
All right, all right.
It's my fault.
JULIE: Stop it.
We are in this together, OK?
Let's go to lunch.
SCOTT: At a time like this?
JULIE: Food relaxes me.
BETH: Let's wash the car.
SCOTT: Forget it.
That's the first
place they'll look.
Criminals always go
to the car wash first.
JULIE: We've just
kidnapped the principal.
I wonder how much detention
we'll get for that.
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
What is she doing?
Is she retarded?
[MUMBLING SHOUTING]
ANDERSON: Oh, Jesus.
JULIE: Shut up.
Nobody can hear you.
See what you made us do?
SCOTT: We can't keep
him here forever.
JULIE: My parents will
not be back 'til Monday.
ANDERSON: Monday?
BETH: Well, aren't you
having a party tonight?
JULIE: Ah, fuck.
I forgot.
God damn track team.
BETH: Well, cancel it.
SCOTT: We can't.
JULIE: Told too many people.
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
What is happening?
I can't believe this mess.
Shut up, Scott.
I'm thinking.
This is what we were
talking about, right?
Shit has to change, remember?
Well, we're changing things.
I really don't think
this is what you meant.
Why don't we take
advantage of the situation
instead of freaking out?
Why don't we just let him go?
Are you insane?
They'd arrest us before we
even got back to school.
Oh, shit.
His car.
I can't find them.
Dig deeper.
Bet it's been awhile
since a real woman
had her hand in your pants.
Just as I thought.
There's nothing downstairs.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Do you think it's safe there?
He'll be fine until
my parents get home.
Besides, no one will see it.
Well, what do we do with him?
I don't know.
I just-- I don't know.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, sexy.
Don't.
I need something stronger.
Hey, Beth.
Can I get your email number.
No, Kim.
Excuse me.
-Fine.
No love lost here, bitch.
Everything OK?
Who were you talking to?
Doesn't matter.
It's just sad when you
think you have something
and you really don't
have anything at all.
Excuse me.
Is that your butt in my face.
I don't know.
Is that your face?
Who invited you?
Holly and Karen.
Why don't you go bother them?
Because.
I must talk to you.
I saw you at school the
other day, and I know--
Neat.
You'll probably
see us there again.
What's her story?
She's the most
absurd girl on Earth.
[TOILET FLUSHING]
[MOANING AND SCREAMING]
What?
There's someone upstairs.
SCOTT: Can I help you?
Um, I was looking
for the bathroom.
In the dark?
It's downstairs.
Oh.
Heavens to Betsy.
If it isn't prom queen
opponent number two
and Mr. Stud Body President?
This just isn't fair at all.
Gee, Wanda.
You're cheating, Terra.
Oh, Scotty.
What would Julie say
if she knew you were
screwing all the candidates?
Wanda.
Have a beer and
drive yourself home.
Problems with Scare-a?
Not yet.
Hello, Helen?
Would you be a peach and
connect me with the police?
What?
Party is over.
They need to go home.
SCOTT: OK, dumb ass.
What if the operator tells
the cops to come look around.
They'll find him.
No, they won't.
Relax.
Who the hell would wanna
drive all the way out here?
Go outside and finish the party.
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
[LAUGHTER]
The fallout shelter.
Woo.
SCOTT: And the tardy
policy has to go.
It's retarded.
Its like when you tell a little
kid not to take the cookie.
The first thing he's gonna
do is take the cookie.
BETH: What?
Forget it.
I'm the principal.
Don't you think they'll
notice I'm gone?
JULIE: Probably.
SCOTT: But that's our problem.
You're right, Mr. Mendota.
It is your problem.
You kids think
you're popular you're
gonna get away with this?
I'm gonna send you
to jail for the rest
of your pathetic little lives.
BETH: Shut up.
You try and call the cops,
and I'll sue your punk
ass for sexual harassment.
Try it, bitch.
You think a jury will believe
a 17-year-old kidnapper?
BETH: I'm 18, you
son of a bitch.
SCOTT: Of course they will.
Look at you.
You look like a child molester.
JULIE: There is no
point in arguing.
We are calling the shots.
Now eat your breakfast.
We might be back with some milk.
Crazy freaks.
I'm gonna kill your dogs.
I'm gonna chew your throats out.
You're finished!
Julie.
Can I have a smoke?
Sure.
Hey, what are we gonna do with
him when your parents get home?
Ugh.
Why does everybody always think
that I have all the answers?
Because you usually do.
Um, Julie.
Oh.
I thought it might
come in handy.
What the fuck?
I mean, come on.
Let's not stop here.
I agree it's a little more
time consuming than homework,
but I think we can
make a difference.
I'm gonna go
upstairs and shower.
Come on, Beth
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, where'd you
guys put my clothes?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
I got the bottles.
Hello?
Yes.
It's true.
I've got the bottles.
Oh my god.
You're alive.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Is the whole senior
class in on it?
Are you high?
I didn't have anything
to do with this.
Ms. Simpson.
You'll have to let me go.
Otherwise, I'll throw
your ass into jail
with the rest of them.
You will not.
Young lady.
I've been tied up for days.
My circulation is cut off.
My arms, if they
don't work, then
we're gonna have to amputate.
Could you just
loosen the rope so I
could at least move around?
I don't think I should do that.
Please.
They tortured me.
OK.
Oh my god.
Julie!
I told you I'd get
loose, and I meant it.
You're finished.
Freeze!
Don't move, motherfucker.
I know you won't do
it, you stupid bitch.
You don't have the guts.
You never did.
Shut your face and get your
ugly ass back downstairs.
I'm calling the police.
[GUNSHOT]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
[ROOSTER CROWING]
That wasn't very smart.
SCOTT: How the fuck
did you get in here?
I broke in.
Um, we just killed
the principal.
No, I didn't.
I didn't kill him.
Yeah, you did.
Oh my god.
Get him inside.
Oh my god.
SCOTT: We need to find a bag
or something to put him in.
Oh my god.
Come on, Julie.
Let's go get you a drink.
Need some help, Scott?
Terra, you've helped us plenty.
What do you want?
I won't tell
anyone, unless you--
Unless what?
Unless you piss me off.
I wanna be prom queen.
You're in charge of that, right?
Terra.
It's not that easy.
Oh, you'll do it, or
I'll call the police.
I'll be in touch.
Have a nice day.
I might as well die.
I killed the principal.
Now I'll never graduate.
We have to get rid of the body.
How?
Throw him in the river?
What happens when they find him?
We're gonna get
the electric chair.
I know it.
Make it look like an accident.
She shot him in the back.
It looks like murder to me.
Murder?
I don't know.
But we can do anything.
Right, Julie?
I'm a murderer?
We-- we need some help.
I need help.
SCOTT: Who?
Terra?
Well, why not?
She knows everything anyway.
Besides, if we don't ask
her, she might feel left out
and call the police.
She wouldn't do that.
Winning prom queen is
more important to her
than whether we go to jail.
We should call a professional.
-Oh.
OK, Scott.
Wake up.
This doesn't happen every day.
Who on Earth can we call?
I guarantee you, no one's
ever done this before.
Well, if we hadn't
somebody else would've.
Oh, who?
[SIRENS BLARING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I know, stupid.
I was there.
Cherry, please.
We're in trouble.
You were the only
person we knew to call.
How unfortunate for you.
What do you want?
Money?
I have plenty already.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Ugh!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I'll do it because I
hate him and he's ugly.
I'm the only person who
doesn't give a damn.
Besides, the son of a
bitch gave me detention
for kicking him in the face.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry about.
I'll be over at
midnight to pick him up.
I'll need someone to
follow me in his car.
I'll-- I'll do it.
Great.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Here.
Well, aren't you gonna
help me carry him outside?
Why do you need any help?
I was just kidding.
Christ.
I can get him to
do anything for me.
Um, Julie.
What we're going to
do Monday morning?
What do you mean what
are we going to do?
Well, should we go
to school separately?
Why?
We didn't do anything.
Nothing happened this weekend.
We're just three
friends going to school.
Don't freak.
They won't think anything unless
we give them reason to, OK?
OK.
It's just, you know, I feel
like I started this whole mess,
and now I have
nothing to do with it.
Beth, you're
totally a part of it.
We're helping you because
we are your friends.
You don't even know me.
I am not as stupid
as Scott looks.
Get the body in the
car and hurry up.
I've got a geometry
test tomorrow.
It's in the garage.
Congratulations.
[DOOR SLAM]
What now?
Wipe your fingerprints off
everything you've touched.
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
Souvenir?
You know.
He tripped on a log.
I know what you're thinking.
I'm not insane.
I'm an artist.
[EXPLOSION]
[CRANKING]
JULIE: You don't think
she really did it, do you?
SCOTT: Who?
JULIE: Suicide chick.
She's gone.
That's horrible.
MR. WILSON: Mr. Mendota.
Silence yourself.
Did suicide chick
really kill herself?
Get to work.
[KNOCKING]
Come in.
Today, class, Officer
Butler's going
to explain the various
types of illegal drugs.
Please give her your
complete attention.
Take a bite out of crack.
LaTaqwa, settle down.
Officer Butler.
Do you wanna sign my yearbook?
Sure.
[KNOCKING]
Excuse me, Mr. Wilson.
I was wondering if I could
speak with Ms. Violet.
Beth.
Cross your fingers, honey.
Better yet, cross your legs.
JULIE: Cross your mama's legs.
Oh god.
My goodness.
Bethany, dear.
Sweetheart.
You didn't call.
I thought you'd
run away from home.
I didn't know what to think.
Where were you?
What are you doing?
I thought you were dead, run
over like that other girl.
Mom.
I stayed at my friend Julie's.
Relax.
I was home late last night,
and if you'd have bothered
to check on me, you
would have found
me in my room this morning.
Your mother's on medication.
She doesn't know
what she's saying.
Ugh.
Don't give me that crap.
[PHONE RINGING]
Bethany!
Not here.
Excuse me, Ms. Violet.
TOGETHER: Yes?
Beth.
The newspaper man is here
for the senior class photo.
The students are being
sent to the senior bench.
Thanks, Ms. Watson.
She never talks to me.
I wanna know what's
going on in her life.
Why won't she talk to me?
You know.
Teenagers.
Don't seem to know this one.
OK.
OK, guys.
Excuse me.
Hello!
Thank you.
All right.
Uh, tss, tss, tss.
I need you through
you on the first row.
Everyone else, make
rows behind them.
Is everybody ready?
[SCREAM]
[CROWD GASPS]
Who did this to me, huh?
Who?
Ma'am.
Ma'am.
GIRL: Somebody
get the principal.
Quiet, you fat bitch.
He's dead!
This was stuffed up my tailpipe.
I was just in the
hospital for inhaling gas.
The kind of gas that kills.
You.
Me?
You did this to me, didn't you?
You stupid, goddamn,
lice-infected bitch!
You're just jealous
because I was nominated
for prom queen and you weren't.
You're nothing but a spoiled,
rotten, two-faced bitch
who thinks she's
superior to everyone.
I am superior to everyone,
especially you and your fucked
up, yeast-infected, moldy face.
At least my father
doesn't teach piano
lessons at the Catholic church.
Cherry.
Your father is a
fucking gynecologist.
You think that looking up
cunts all day is any better?
Scare-a Terra!
Strawberry shortcake.
I challenge you to a fight.
I dare you.
Prom night.
If you're not there,
I will ruin you.
You are no match for
me, you fucking bitch!
Get the car.
It's true!
He's dead!
Principal Anderson,
at, last, is dead!
[CHEERING]
Yoo hoo!
Julie.
Wait.
Ugh!
What?
What is it, Terra?
I have to go.
Why were you at the laundromat
with Cherry on Saturday?
Terra.
Take a pill.
Don't play dumb.
I was there!
That's when I put the
banana up her tail pipe.
I knew she was following me.
I had to stop her.
Did she find out?
Did you tell her?
How did she know
that Lester was dead?
She guessed.
We didn't tell her anything.
There's something going on.
What do you do over there?
Does Scott sodomize you?
That's why you won't
hang out with me.
If I find out that
she's helping you,
I swear to God I
will call the police
and report more than a gunshot.
Ugh.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(EUROPEAN ACCENT) There are
bombs in six classrooms.
They will go off in two minutes.
We will not say which rooms.
Some students will
live, some will die.
This is not a joke.
This is a warning.
(AMERICAN ACCENT) One.
Two.
Three.
[SCREAMING]
Bitch!
You wanna play?
I can play.
Fine.
But I'm gonna win.
BETH: It's like she
wants to live through me.
She wants to make me
what she never was.
and my dad, he just wants
me to be the best so people
will think he's the best.
Like I'm supposed to make up
for their fucked up lives.
Beth.
It's not your fault. Your
parents are just going
through some shit right now.
Well, yeah, so am I. And when
I'm having a totally cool dream
and she fucking wakes me up
right before my alarm clock
goes off.
The first thing I
see is her face,
and it just makes me
hate her even more.
You know, there's a lot
of dumb shits in the world.
The older you get,
the more you find.
No kidding.
Grandpa told me that
right before he died.
I should've paid more
attention to him.
He's really smart.
Yeah.
I guess I just needed
to say it out loud.
And now I don't feel
so bad about it.
I mean, fuck it.
If they wanna get divorced,
it's their own goddamn problem.
Exactly.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Yeah, fuck 'em all.
Fuck 'em.
What can I do you for, babe?
I've brought in my best
CDs and I want a gun.
Hey!
You've looked long enough.
Better get what you
want and get going.
Fucking niggers.
What did you say?
I'll give you 50 bucks.
Bullshit.
I want a gun, and
you're going to give
me one in exchange for these.
How old are you?
Get me a gun.
Think you're such
a good idea, lady.
Give me the god damned gun.
Get me a bigger one.
That's all I got.
I know you have a
private room in the back.
Let me see it.
I'm willing to pay
a little extra.
How much extra?
That' the one.
Now, why would a pretty
girl like you need a gun?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[HONKING]
Hey, did you hear?
Cherry ran over
Wanda Clark yesterday.
What?
No way.
Oh, she is out of control.
Your mama's out of control.
Can we stop for some pop?
I need some sugar.
You're in a good mood today.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
[GUNSHOTS]
You've got to be kidding.
We better go get some
coffee before class.
What do you think?
I just woke up 25 minutes ago.
I'm a little disturbed.
Today, students
arrived at Oak Hill High
were put in a
dreadful predicament.
Here with me now
is Terra Simpson,
fellow prom queen candidate.
Terra.
Tell us.
What are you feeling through
these troubled times?
TERRA (ON TV): I feel
like I'm in danger.
No one's protecting us.
Penelope Marshall just got shot.
That only leaves
give candidates.
Now prom won't ever be the same.
KAREN (ON TV): Were you present
when the shooter drove by?
I was!
Yes.
It was awful.
I thought I was gonna be next.
I couldn't believe
it was happening.
I'm so lucky.
It could have been me.
What actions should
be taken to increase
gun control with minors?
I think it's pretty easy
these days to get a gun,
and I think the state
should enforce laws
to enforce the sale of guns--
Fucking bitch!
But not to the point that it
invades a student's privacy.
Thank you, girls, for
talking to us this morning.
Four months ago,
the school board
speculated that Principal
Anderson was having
sexual relations with
a 16-year-old girls
in several major cities
across the country.
Today, his replacement will
be announced at the pep rally.
Did you hear that?
We have a new principal?
His replacement?
I'm going to the
car for a smoke.
Who's coming?
We'll be bringing you
updates throughout the day.
This is Karen
Jackson with KSOH TV.
They're gonna find out.
They will.
-No, they won't.
Terra.
Shut up.
We took care of everything.
We're gonna be fine.
Are you sure?
You're not starting to
doubt us, are you, Beth?
They'll discover something.
They always do.
His death was accidental.
They're making a
big deal about it
because he was
fucking 16-year-olds.
They are not looking
for murderers.
Well, what about Cherry?
If they get her, she might
tell them everything.
What do you mean
tell them everything?
She might be a problem.
She wouldn't say anything.
Oh, really, Scott?
She's a killer.
Do I have something
else to worry about now?
No.
Do I have something
to worry about?
It makes perfect sense.
Huh?
You're conspiring
against us, aren't you?
You and Cherry are gonna
go tell them everything
so you can get off
the fucking hook.
Lies!
Lies and deception!
-Oh, Terra, shut up!
I knew she was helping you!
You shut up.
-Shut up!
-Shut up.
Shut up.
SCOTT: I didn't do
anything to begin with.
It's all her fault.
Fuck you.
I didn't force you
into this, Scott.
Fuck you.
You were a pussy
from the beginning.
Julie.
Don't do this.
Fuck him.
Just, fuck him.
He's not fucking
around with Cherry, OK?
That's not the point.
Well, what is your point?
He just aggravates me.
I mean, I'm worried that
he might turn us in.
I mean, honestly, Beth.
You were the one
who kidnapped him.
I shot him.
What did he do?
Nothing.
Just complained.
I mean, what if, you know?
What if?
Ready?
TOGETHER: OK!
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is like a car, and
the back is like a truck.
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is where we
kissed and the back
is where we-- El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
Nice job girls But let's
see it one more time.
TOGETHER: OK!
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
The front is like a car and
the back is like a truck.
El Camino.
El-- El Camino.
Well, excuse me for living.
Debbie, Put yourself
out of my misery.
Someone's ragging big time.
You call that a cheer?
How do you expect
us to win anything?
Any games?
You have no spirit.
A dead body has more
spirit than you.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Line up.
This is a private
practice for the pep rally,
so anyone not on the
team, please leave.
Hey, Cherry.
You want a drink?
Are you retarded?
Get your drunk, anorexic
ass over to the bleachers
and sit down.
Your mind games won't hurt me.
Girls.
It's time we join together
to show the school
what it means to really belong.
I've got $200 for every girl
who wants to learn a new cheer.
Can we stop this?
Should I leave?
No, Beth.
Don't.
Scott I'm sorry.
We can talk after school, OK?
I just need some fucking space.
Fine.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Die, Terra, die.
TOGETHER: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
EVERYONE: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
CROWD: Die, Terra, die.
Die, Terra, die.
May I have your attention?
CROWD: Die, Terra, die.
Die, T--
May I present your new
principal, Ms. Nelson.
I just have one thing to say.
All of you on the track
team better win, else
you gonna have to answer to me.
AUDIENCE: All right!
[CHEERING]
Let's hear it for
the track team!
Yeah!
Go Oak Hill!
TOGETHER: Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
Go Oak Hill!
[WHOOPING]
[APPLAUSE]
Don't.
No, stop.
Stop.
Ugh.
Don't stop.
Mm.
Don't stop.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
You are so adorable.
Do you know that?
Yeah, thanks.
Can we go?
I need to call my mom
before I see my face
on the cover of a milk carton.
Hey, look.
There she is.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
She's so fucking downtown.
We should ask her to lunch.
What do you think?
I think she'd laugh at us.
Hey!
Guys!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Get in the car.
[GUNSHOTS]
This is a gun-free school zone!
When I find you, I'm
gonna rip your arms off!
[GUNSHOTS]
Shooting guns on
school property.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
I told you before, and I am
not gonna tell you again.
Uh-oh.
I saw your face,
you little hussy!
I know who you are!
You won't get away with this!
Threatening my students.
Did you see that?
Shooting at my car.
Anybody around here normal?
What is wrong with this school?
Endangering my life for a
couple of no good prostitutes.
Honey, you OK?
(WOOZY) Yes, I think so.
You best be getting home.
It's not safe around here.
Everybody around here is nuts!
Hell nah.
Fucking-- they don't-- oh no.
They don't know
where I came from.
Uh-uh.
Jefferson.
Honey.
You home?
[DOG BARKING]
Wear this one.
I don't wanna go to the prom.
SCOTT: You have to.
I thought we were
all going together.
Forget it.
I don't wanna be the third.
I've been the third
wheel my whole life.
Why don't you ask Terra?
I'm sure she'd go with you.
Do you think she and Cherry
are gonna kill each other?
Let's hope.
Darling.
Are these your little friends?
Hi.
I'm Barbara.
Beth's mother.
Of course you are.
Pardon me?
Hi, I'm Scott.
Nice to meet you, Ms. Violet.
Beth, darling.
Your letter came from NYU today.
It did?
Where is it?
Oh, I threw it away.
You didn't get in.
I didn't think you'd want to
read all those terrible words.
You opened my letter?
Oh, well.
It was a long shot
anyway, right?
I still love you.
Dinner will be in 15 minutes.
Are your friends staying?
I'm eating with
them tonight, mom.
Bethany, sweetheart,
I told you last week
your father's vice president was
coming to Mexican Fiesta night.
What?
We'd love to stay, Ms. Violet.
Delightful.
Wonderful.
I'll set the table!
You will find my wife.
We don't let anybody
walk over us.
Especially not those god damn
motherfuckers at Oak Hill High.
[MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Something's happened.
Your new principal is missing.
Ms. Nelson is missing?
Cherry.
Mom, dad.
We gotta go.
I am not a puppet,
nor a fucking number.
I am Cherry, and if
you can't handle it,
get the fuck out of my way!
Fucking bitch!
Maybe we should
just call the police.
The police always
fuck things up.
If we want shit done right,
we need to do it ourselves.
Absolutely.
We're the only people on
Earth who can handle Cherry.
And if she did
kidnap Ms. Nelson,
we're gonna need a plan.
We're gonna need a
lot more than a plan.
I have my mom's gun.
Well, my dad has some guns.
We can stop by there on the way.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Do you think Cherry trusts us?
I mean, maybe we
can get her to calm
down and let Ms. Nelson free.
Yeah, right.
I've got company.
I'll be right back.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL CHIMING]
We're gonna die.
We're all gonna die.
-Ms. Nelson.
Ms. Nelson relax.
You best be getting me out
of this chair right now!
Relax.
Relax.
Right now!
Relax.
We'll get you out of here,
but you need to shut up.
We can not sneak you
out of here yelling.
She's downstairs.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Honey, I'm here.
OFFICER: Get an APB
out on the tall girl.
Don't forget.
She's armed and
severely dangerous.
Ma'am.
We'll be right
outside all night.
If there's anything we can
do for you, just holler.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You kids saved my life.
It was our pleasure,
Mrs. Nelson.
You're very brave kids.
Why don't you come
in and have a soda?
Jefferson, they gotta go home.
It's a school night.
Gotta rest up for prom.
Tomorrow's the big night?
Yes, sir.
Take care.
See you at school.
I have had it with
your shit, Scare-a!
Stay the fuck away from us!
Don't threaten me, or
I'll march right over there
and tell him everything.
Do it.
He'll never believe you.
Cherry's the one they want.
After all this, it's
her they're gonna get.
Not us.
We aren't gonna negotiate
our arrangement with you.
Tomorrow night,
you'll get your crown.
Unless Cherry gets it first.
But after that, don't
attempt to talk to us.
As far as we're
concerned, you are dead.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Beth!
Suicide chick?
We thought you were dead.
No, no, no.
I was in rehab.
It was great.
I feel so much better.
And I owe it all to you.
-To me?
Why?
That day in the
principal's office,
you talked to me like a friend.
And no one's ever done
that for me before.
I told you I was so
angry at the world.
Until that day, I
never really knew.
But you made me
realize it was OK.
I don't know what to say.
No, no, no.
Don't say anything.
Just thank you.
I'm so popular.
Stop it.
Hey, Julie.
You are gonna get it.
Butt face.
You think you're gonna win?
Ha!
Uh, of course I am.
You won't.
So shut up.
Her dad must've hit her
with the ugly stick.
Do you mind?
Of course she doesn't mind.
Look at her dress.
There really are more
important things in life
than winning prom queen.
No there's not.
Debbie, will you sign my book?
Yeah.
LaTaqwa.
You are the best.
Hey.
Wanna drink?
Mhmm.
Damn, girl.
They gonna throw your
ass out to the curb.
I thought Cherry would've
kicked your ass by now.
She's afraid I might hurt her.
You're so full of shit, Terra.
[LAUGHTER]
We're ready to
start the ceremony.
Are there any
candidates still alive?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[VOMITING]
My dress!
Looks better now, any way.
Fuck you, you repulsive bitch.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
This year, the remaining
nominees for prom queen are--
Debbie Johnson.
That's my name!
It's beautiful!
And if you don't like
it, you can kiss my ass.
I'm drunk.
So what if I'm drunk?
If you don't like it,
you can kiss his ass.
You're gonna win.
You're gonna win.
Terra Simpson.
[CIGARETTE CRACKLING]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
Here in my hand is the
name of that special girl.
Are you ready?
This year's prom queen is--
[GASP]
Terra Simpson.
Oh!
Oh.
[APPLAUSE]
Where's Cherry?
[APPLAUSE]
[SCREAM]
[MUSIC - "AMERICA THE
BEAUTIFUL"]
[GUNSHOT]
[FLAME CRACKLING]
These days of terror
have finally ended.
The good Lord has given us
strength, and we caught her.
We finally caught her.
Excuse me!
Young lady!
Young lady.
Were you in there
when it happened?
Could you tell the folks at
home what really happened?
Well, some people might think
that Cherry was out of line,
but I don't.
Sure, her path was a little
different from the other kids,
but she stood up for
what she believed in.
She said something.
Are you saying murder is OK?
No.
People paid attention,
though, didn't they?
You're here, aren't you?
Tonight, the children are
obviously very emotional
and extremely confused.
NELSON: Hey!
You aren't going anywhere!
Now, don't act weird just
because I'm your principal.
You kids have been through a
lot of no good crap this year.
I wanna pay you back
for saving my life.
Now, I'm taking
you to breakfast,
whether you like it or not.
We'd love to go to breakfast
with you, Ms. Nelson.
[LAUGHTER]
NELSON: Hey, what's so funny?
My dress ain't that ugly.
Ha ha ha!
Well, maybe it is.
I don't know.
Ah.
[LAUGHTER]
[BUZZING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]