Bad Kids of Crestview Academy (2017) - full transcript

♪ Crestview School

We sing thy-- ♪♪

- (cracking)

- (school bell ringing)

(door opening)

(closing)

(man): ...as you enter

this new chapter in your lives,

you can use your wisdom

and your brains

♪ Crestview School

We sing thy praise ♪

♪ Alma Mater true ♪

Crestview Academy for girls?

After...

♪ Guide of all

Our elitist days ♪♪

We've got reports of fire and

a possible hostage situation

at Crestview Academy.

Charlie 4 Bravo.

All units in the vicinity,

please respond. Over.

(indistinct police-radio

chatter)

- (man making monkey sounds)

- (man laughing)

Whoo!

Team One, do you read me?

Team One, do you read me?

Copy that.

We are code green.

All units, possible man down.

(police-radio chatter)

(screaming)

Hands up!

You know the drill.

She is not giving up.

You are not going

to do anything!

You are going to turn

yourself in like the last one.

Nice...

and slow.

Go to hell.

(music)

- Polish your bike?

- What?

Polish your bike?

Yeah, sure, kid.

Knock yourself out.

- (funky music playing)

- Hello?

Hello?

Ah, Siouxsie with an "x."

How is

my little Indian princess?

- You mind?

- Hmm?

Oh, gotcha.

Now, what can I put

in your shopping basket today?

What you should've

already done, Ben.

Excuse me, in my domain,

you call me The Naked Wizard.

- (laughing)

- What?

Well, yeah,

'cause nothing hides

from my wizardry.

Just like

what's under your clothes.

(video): I'd penetrate that.

Keep your dick habits

to yourself.

Do you have it?

One super-creepy virus

no computer can resist.

Just slide it

into the lecture-room computer.

And I'm on the detention list.

Taking care of business

as we speak.

Are you serious?

I did everything you suggested

and I'm still not in the list?

It'll be done

as soon as you arrive.

- Give it to me, baby,

- Fine.

I'll PayPal you when I'm done.

Hey, I just gotta ask.

If you think it's murder,

why don't you just go

to the police?

Because, Naked Wizard,

when I have my proof,

they'll burn.

You know you want it.

Fuck, she's crazy.

But I'd tap that.

Thanks, kid.

Where's the Benjamin?

You're shitting me, right?

Beat it.

(dramatic music)

(funky music)

(sighing)

All this money.

God, I hate this school.

(soft Indian music)

Hmm. Are you sure

you're in detention today?

I'm having trouble

pulling up the list.

You don't think

that I've earned my place here?

(music)

Miss Hess!

This is not a part

of the Crestview-approved

grieving process!

- Get off the car.

- No can do, Mr. Nash.

My sister's corpse splashed

all over the hood of your car.

- And I'm sorry about that.

- The world needs to know!!

- This isn't gonna help anyone.

- Oh...

Please, get off the car.

♪ You stole my mind ♪

♪ And you got me walking... ♪

I mean, first the hood,

now the roof.

- Yeah.

- The side of the car...

No, it's not appropriate.

- It's not appropriate!

- Not appro--

Come see me after school

for detention!

- Ooh, I'll come see you.

- For detention!

Because I've been bad.

I've been so bad. Oh!

- I've seen this all before.

- Okay.

It hurts me,

but you're gonna have detention.

- It hurts me, but I like it.

- No, I don't do that.

- Yes, yes!

- Don't do that. Let's go.

You're a witness.

Kids, get back to class.

Yes, you've been so bad

and naughty.

- All of you go to class.

- It's fine.

We're gonna burn another car

tomorrow. Back to class.

Everybody, detention,

'cause you've been bad,

you've been bad,

you've been bad!

- In spite of your actions--

- Over 100,000 hits on YouTube.

Right, but Headmaster Nash

usually reserves

his weekend punishments

for only certain students.

Oh, you mean the rich kids?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I do not like using the R word.

Alright, well, Dr. Knight,

Mr. Na...

Headmaster Nash told me

to come here today.

There must be some kind of error

in your dumbass computer.

Siouxsie, Mr. Nash

is very clear on his rules,

and he loves updating

his lists properly.

But if you insist

he put you on the list,

- I can give him a call--

- No, no, it's... okay.

What kid willingly comes

to detention on a Saturday?

- Right?

- Yeah, well, it's protocol.

If you're not on the list,

you can't even be on campus.

Especially after that horrible

event that happened.

Just one second here.

(chiming)

Oh.

There you go. Hmm.

Just appeared.

How wonderful.

Let's get you fitted right into

your custom detention, shall we?

Yay.

- We must find Max.

- That weirdo?

Oh, he has the pass code,

Siouxsie.

And I think you'd like him,

giving you both have

the same Indian heritage.

The only thing that guy and I

have in common

is that we hate to clean up

after the white man.

Oh, my.

Siouxsie, did I ever say

I am sorry about your sister?

No.

No one has.

She was a light at this school

and a wonderful journalist.

Yeah.

If only I had known

she were depressed.

I have an assortment

of medications--

- She wasn't depressed.

- Oh, of course. Yeah.

That was less than appropriate.

My apology is a ball of light

that I hand to you.

Wow. Thanks.

Oh, there he is.

Max!

Max.

Dr. Knight.

- How are you today?

- Wonderful.

How could I not be

on this glorious day?

It's a good day to mop.

- (chuckling)

- Yes, of course.

Max, can you open the library

for us?

But the other bad kids

aren't...

They're not here yet.

Oh, there are no such things

as bad kids, Max.

They're only misguided.

(military-style music)

If your mother were alive,

she'd be--

Ashamed.

Say it Broadway, Dad.

Otherwise us gays

just ignore breeders.

Being gay is the last thing

on my list of problems with you.

- Oh, yay.

- Using and dealing drugs,

getting caught having sex

in bathrooms, that's on the top.

Dad, everyone knows you have

to go where the dick is.

(military-style music)

(sighing)

Mother, why am I even here?

You're a senator.

Your school happens to be

going after the presidency,

so we need to be squeaky clean.

And after that party you threw,

detention is the least

you could do.

- I wasn't even there.

- The least you could do.

Yes, Mother.

(military-style music)

If you had any real influence,

I wouldn't need to be here.

You can't go pushing

silly white girls

into swimming pools

for no reason.

Jesus, Daddy,

who's really white these days?

Someone died, Faith.

And we do not take

the Lord's name in vain.

Look at it this way,

after today,

we can put this goddamn thing

behind us.

- Christ, Mom, adjust your meds.

- (snorting)

Oh, Max,

children are a vocation,

yet you act like it's a miracle

that they don't kill each other.

(military-style music)

(funky music)

Phones, please.

Thank you.

No Candy Crushing

during detention hours.

- Ah, that ratchet bitch.

- Cute.

Good God.

This thing just got

a lot more interesting.

How wonderful,

you're all friends.

Shall we?

Phone, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, to prevent new incidents

from occurring,

every special door has

a pass code instead of a lock.

If the power goes out,

the doors

will automatically unlock.

So this will be safe yet fun

for us all.

Max?

Max?

- Code's not working.

- Code's not working?

- Awesome. Detention cancelled.

- Sweet!

No, no. Why don't you guys

take this restroom opportunity

while we fix

this tiny little issue.

It should only be a moment,

I'm sure. Right, Max?

I don't know.

I hear bad things.

Right.

Well, off you go.

Come on, come on.

(music)

- (trumpet-like sound)

- Ah, yeah, kill the fucking Pope!

Yo, yo, yo, BW.

Come on, come on, free sample.

Your sister looooved it!

(laughing)

(coughing and sniffling)

(coughing)

(sniffling)

Ah...

Did I see on Twitter

your father's looking at houses

in Washington?

That's right, he'll be a

spiritual advisor to the nation

if Senator Wilkes

gets the nomination.

When she gets the nomination.

And my mother--

Will receive

what droppeth from heaven.

- Courtesy of Attila the Hen.

- You know nothing.

Sure about that,

Ho Chi Minnie Mouse?

Bitch.

Well, I'll give you girls

a moment alone.

What does she know?

All I know is her shit stinks.

Undercrust.

My sister... and those kids...

you would think that single day

should've filled the school's

"that's trucking horrible" quota

for...

well, forever, but...

Then, last week,

with your sister...

Were you friends with her?

Not to hang out with her.

I'm glad I wasn't there

when it happened.

Were you even at your party?

I didn't see you there.

Gotta stay squeaky clean

for Mom's latest campaign.

- Mm. Good idea.

- We were talking about Alyson.

Oh, God,

should've have gotten so dark.

- Or gotten so off the roof.

- Fuck you.

Hey, I'm not the one

she pushed into a pool.

- You saw that?

- Um...

the entire senior class

saw that.

Oh, uh, time for another--

- Hey, come on!

- Tell me what happened,

- or you won't get this back.

- Really?

Fine. Story time it is.

(dance music)

Whoo!!!

- Seniors 2015!!!

- (kids cheering)

Lean and mean, bitches!

Pfft! Piss!

They're serving piss!

Come on,

where's the good stuff?!

- Come on!

- Mr. Marquez!

Unacceptable, Mr. Marquez.

Get down.

- Come on, Mr. Nash.

- Right now!

Despite the fact that the Wilkes

are kind enough

to let us use

their personal venue,

this is still

an official school event.

I'm gonna get you for this,

Nash.

Suck it up, Ethel.

She's been bad.

She's being punished.

Let me give you a little lesson.

Once you got 'em by the balls,

hearts and minds will follow.

I'm already ahead of you,

Mr. Nash.

Right here.

Hey, watch out

for the retarded boy!

I got you covered,

sweet cheeks.

There you go.

- Are you new to Crestview?

- Sorta.

Have fun, guys.

Here ya go, Yamoho.

Wink-wink.

Oh, right.

You take the red cup

and I'll show you

how deep the rabbit hole goes.

- Moron.

- Bitch, please.

That's suicide, Alyson!

What are you thinking?!

Siouxsie, you need to stop

getting in my way.

- I'm just trying to help.

- Help yourself to a drink.

- Oh!

- (exclamations)

You fucking bitch!!

So, Brian, I heard you have

a really awesome friend.

Yeah, yeah...

you know how he hangs.

- Yeah, he's a baller.

- I'm gonna kill her!

Bitch!

Oh, Brian...

we have to get you out

of that shirt.

(dance music)

(kids cheering)

- (coughing)

- Oh, come on.

Mr. Alan, it's time

to break stereotypes,

not reinforce them.

- (laughter)

- No, no, no! Ah!

Come on, get back to the party.

It's time to Macarena. Let's go.

Don't tweet that.

Oh!

Well, now there's something

you don't see every day.

Ladies, get dressed.

Oh, good Lord.

Argh.

They're not with us.

Why not?

Get up. Get up.

Young man, take his cock

out of your mouth!

Put your clothes on. Let's go!

Mr. Marquez,

I will see you in detention.

- (thump)

- (car alarm wailing)

Oh, my God, she jumped!!

Oh, she fucking jumped!

(car alarm wailing)

My car!

Shame no one saw her leap.

But everyone saw her crash.

Totally flogged my night.

Well, um, for an hour.

Then I found

an even hotter piece of ass.

You get more ass

than a toilet seat?

White boys like them

some Latin spice.

Speaking of, my vial.

Story time's over.

Drugs kill.

What were you two

even fighting about anyway?

Just a little bit of

none of your fucking business.

Rawr. Apache has an axe.

We're not the ones that said

she wanted to kill her.

I never said that.

- My memory's flawless.

- Wow. That's bullshit.

- Fuck you too, Faith.

- You were so angry at her.

- Why do you say that?

- Girl, what you think?

Do you guys seriously think

I had something to do

- with my own sister's death?

- Hello, Facebook.

- Twitter.

- Everybody thinks so.

350 likes can't be wrong.

Wow.

You guys have no idea.

(jarring sound effect)

Dr. Knight

wants everyone back.

(light music)

You like lectures?

No.

- Light reprimands?

- No.

- Occasional spankings?

- Fuck off.

Look, I know we don't move

in the same social circles--

You're rich, I'm poor.

Mansion, trailer.

Your family eats sushi

and my family eats burgers.

Burgers 24/7. Yeah, you win.

Whatever, I'm sorry.

Can we please just stop

pretending to be friends? Okay?

Look,

I get the whole defensive thing.

I get it.

Your sisters' dead,

- you're a bitch, but--

- You're an asshole.

you're never gonna be

popular with that attitude.

Any doll can be popular

as long as you buy her friends.

Ouch.

You and my mother

would get along really well.

I-I-I don't understand.

It-it's the right code.

If we can't get

into the library,

what are we going to do, Max?

I have all the codes

in my office at the stadium.

- I-I'll go check.

- Okay, well, hurry.

Headmaster Nash hates

when we get off schedule.

- I'll be back!

- Alright.

- Where is he going?

- That's none of your concern.

Guys, we're all just going

to stand here and wait.

Now, would anyone care

to share their thoughts

on what kind of butterfly

they'd like to be?

No.

- This is stupid, with wings.

- Are you serious?

- An Apatura iris.

- Dr. Knight, can I talk to you?

It's kind of personal.

Okay.

Alone.

Well, I loathe

to leave a student in need.

See, um...

It's about my period.

- Oh, are you a late bloomer?

- No.

I've, um...

I've actually been missing it.

I think I might have

a bun in the oven.

Oh!

Do you think that maybe

we could talk more privately?

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay.

(soft, ominous music)

- There you go.

- Thanks.

(ominous music)

- What the hell?

- Ah, yes.

After the incident,

some of the parents argued

the statue was inappropriate,

but some insist it's a reminder

of our Rainwater heritage.

So while they argue,

Max is keeping it in here.

Kind of makes things cramped,

don't you think?

(jarring sound effect)

Sorry, Dr. Knight.

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

Alright, Nash, payback time.

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(faint buzzing)

(rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- Come on.

- Excuse me

while I whip this out.

- Come on.

- Really?

You know you want it.

I don't know what to do

with my thumbs.

- I know, right?

- I'm so bored,

I think I might die of boredom.

It's not working.

There's a surprise.

Where'd you go?

Um, Dr. Knight had to leave.

Did she say why?

- She had an emergency at home.

- Forgot to feed her cat

or pet her kitty. Wink-wink.

- I love kitties.

- You would.

Maybe she saw a ghost

and spooked out.

Spook this, señorita.

It's not funny.

It's too scary.

Especially vengeful ones.

I don't know what to do if I

can't get you into the library.

Why not take us

to another room?

What room?

I mean, do we really have

to sit quietly in the library?

Who says?

The lecture hall's cool.

There's that big-ass screen.

We can watch a movie.

Stay here.

I have to get into the library.

- (door squeaking shut)

- Okay.

(whistling)

Show time.

- At least now we can study.

- Girl, please.

Ooh, what would Jesus study?

Confucius say:

man who lay girl on field

get peace on Earth.

Does Confucius say anything

about girls

who play field hockey?

Hey, uh, don't you think

it's time to take another hit?

I can tell

we're gonna be good friends!

Sure you wanna take

another hit of that?

Better than talking

to you straight people.

Hey, Sara, that thing get porn?

Find some soldiers I can salute

my flag to. Wink-wink.

Googling porn, soldiers, flag.

Something's wrong here.

It's acting sluggish.

Your mother sucks cocks

in hell.

Stupid school!

There's a virus on the network.

- Googling kitty porn.

- Holy shit, man!

Dude, props to whoever

set that up!

Your mother sucks cocks

in hell.

- (laughing)

- Oh, shit.

Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, no, the Internet's down

- (meowing)

- Oh, my God!

Oh, oh, oh, dude,

we're surrounded by pussies!

Hey, don't hate on the pussy,

man.

I'm just saying

it's... it's just not my thing.

(coughing)

Not that there's anything wrong

with it, but...

but I--

Oh, shit. Oh!

♪ The bright blessed day ♪

♪ The dark sacred night ♪

♪ And I think to myself ♪

♪ What a wonderful world ♪

(soft music)

♪ The colors of the rainbow ♪

♪ So pretty in the sky ♪

♪ Are also on the faces ♪

♪ Of people going by ♪

♪ I see friends shaking hands ♪

♪ Saying how do you do ♪

♪ They're really saying ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I hear babies cryin' ♪

♪ I watch them grow ♪

♪ They'll learn much more ♪

♪ Than I'll ever know ♪

♪ And I think to myself ♪

♪ What a wonderful world ♪♪

- Crap, he overdosed!

- He does drugs all the time.

Hey, Chinese fortune cookie,

stop telling us shit we know!

- I'm Japanese.

- We need to help him!

I know CPR.

I saw how to do it online.

Bitch, you know

where those lips have been?

- You've seen that shit online.

- Oh, fuck me stupid, he's dead!

We have to get out of here.

(soft piano music)

(alarm buzzing)

- What the hell is this?!

- I don't know!

We gotta get outside

and call someone.

Metal sliders... iron bars...

It's a mouse trap.

- It's a mouse trap.

- They're trapping us in here!

No, no flipping way.

Oh, my God, what's that smell?

Damn, Brian.

Ugh.

Mother trucker, Dr. Knight!

You said we'd be able to leave

if there was trouble.

- She said she just left?

- Yeah.

Where are the codes?!

Why do they even have

this system?

For, like,

tornados or something?

Oh, my God,

you are such a cheerleader.

Fuck you.

Jesus loves cheerleaders.

How are we gonna

get out of here?!

I have homework to do!

We need the codes!

Calm down. Need to breathe?

Do you need--

Wait.

Let's just do the obvious.

This school really is cursed.

There's no air. I need to study.

There's a test on Monday.

We can't get outside,

but break into the classrooms.

- How?

- Those doors are made of wood.

- You're gonna set them on fire?

- No air, no fire, no codes!

No. Jeez, no.

I'm gonna bash them in.

- Oh, okay.

- Max.

He's still gotta be

by the library.

We gotta go find Max.

Max...

Screw that. The science room.

Probably has acid and stuff

that can devolve metal.

Give me that.

Um, maybe someone should go

check on Sara

before she hurts herself

or kills herself or something.

I'll do that.

You can stay here with the body.

- What?

- You know, just...

in case someone calls

because of the alarms.

It's probably just glitching

because of the curse, right?

That's why Brian died too,

right? 'Cause... of the curse?

Or he was murdered.

Okay, just go check on her.

- I'll stay here.

- Okay, cool. Yeah. Bye.

(eerie music)

Dr. Knight?

(knocking)

Yeah. Yes, hello?

Dr. Knight.

Oh, Siouxsie.

Sweetkins...

will you let me out

of this closet, please?

I can't do that yet.

You are already in trouble.

Do not make it double.

I'm really sorry

about the duct tape and stuff.

Yeah,

could you just explain why?

No.

But I'm really glad to hear

you're breathing.

Siouxsie, listen to me,

please.

Just let me out

and we can talk about it, okay?

I understand

the desire to act out.

Hey, look,

it's not like anyone died.

Right? Right?

Siouxsie!

Nutmeg?!

My sweet little misguided

piece of shit!

Oh.

I need an extraction now.

Don't care how you do it,

it needs to get done.

I want out of this curse

and fucking school,

you fucking bitch!

(whistling)

There you are.

Hey, I'm two for two, huh?

The virus and now shutting down

all the dividers.

Smegging sucks that I have to

hang out in the shadows, though.

I should've just got detention

so I could hang with you guys.

Which reminds me,

about the detention list...

What the fuck? Ah! Ah!

(bang)

(loud bang)

(banging)

(sighing)

Praise the Lord, that worked.

(beeping)

Of fucking course.

Oh, Christ, you scared me.

You find anything?

Biblical proportions

of fuck-all.

- What have you been doing?

- Looking for Sara.

- She's still breathing?

- I don't know.

Couldn't find her.

But I found this.

Ugh. Oh, my God.

What... is wrong with you?

My sister used to do

a lot of this junk.

Always thought

it was gonna kill her.

Not some maniac

with a nail gun.

Know how to test for poisons?

No.

Fun fact number one:

in the 8th century,

an Arab chemist

turned arsenic powder

into an odourless

and tasteless form,

making it the perfect murder

weapon for unwanted relatives.

Ah... What?

Does that prove it?

He was poisoned?

I dunno.

Oh, I don't...

Uh, I failed chemistry.

You're a wasp

without a stinger.

All annoyance, no threat.

Oh, really?

How about you do a bump?

Do a bump, we'll know for sure.

Fun fact number two:

poison's the weapon of choice

for women.

There's no brute force

necessary.

- What does that mean?

- I mean...

Maybe you should watch the girls

more closely.

Okay, screw you.

I'm already freaking out.

I know.

So I was thinking...

What?

Sex. You and me.

- It's just a way to relax.

- Are you shitting me?

This was all some weird way

to hit on me?

Maybe.

I'm not gonna fuck you

just because I'm stressed.

Okay, fine whatever.

No worries.

I'm really good, though.

Fine. Whatever.

Fuck this spooky shit.

Let's do this.

(meowing)

(What a Wonderful World playing)

What are you doing?

Sara.

Are you alright?

I saw...

No, nothing. I'm stressed.

I need to find a solution

and stop being stressed.

Have you done that?

I thought maybe I could find

a way to access the Internet.

Like record a YouTube video

for help? I love YouTube.

Have you seen the one

where the cat saves the boy?

- Yeah!

- Yeah.

(chuckling)

But this virus, it's so unusual.

Like the way the files

are downloading from the cloud.

It's dismantling

their password protection.

Like how?

Like every single student's

personal blog, for one.

Oh, look. One of mine.

Hello, Interweb. It's me again.

I'd like to introduce you

to my new friend Tebby.

Tebby and I are in the NHS,

the math club,

and field-hockey teammates.

Tebby is a founding member

of Crestview's LGBT club.

I'm not exactly sure

what LIGHT-whatever stands for,

but it's very popular

and she's asked me to join.

(sultry music)

So you're, like...

You like...

What?

Never mind.

Hey, can you click on this one?

The virus hasn't gotten

that file yet.

Oh, shit.

Why? Is it important?

Yeah.

What is it?

It's my sister Alyson.

She would upload articles

and videos.

What articles?

Legislators doing bad shit,

people using politics

to screw other people over.

Siouxsie, I'm sorry,

but your sister had too much

to drink that night.

What happened to her

is completely logical.

Logical? Then how the hell

do you explain your actions?

I...

I did what your sister wanted.

What?

- Seniors 2015!!!

- (kids cheering)

Lean and mean, bitches!!

I like your tassels.

They're hot.

Are you new to Crestview?

Sorta.

Is this one

of Nash's punishments?

No, I'm an undercover cop.

This is just how I spy

on people's conversations.

- Like Jump Street?

- Yeah.

No, it's a joke.

Of course it's Nash.

I'll get him back later.

Have fun, guys.

Here you go, Yamoho.

Wink-wink.

- What's that?

- Latin spice.

Oh, right.

You take the red cup

and I'll show you how deep

the rabbit hole goes.

Ethel, your friends

just flashed me one of these.

Gross.

Yeah, they were saying,

"Hey, Mr. Nash--"

- Put that away.

- What?

Put it away.

(exclamations)

You fucking bitch,

I'll kill you!

Not if I kill myself first!

Miss Hess!

Who said that you could go

in this pool?!

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, shit. Cover for me.

Yeah, go, I got it.

(laughing)

Enjoying yourself?

- Are we on?

- I can party.

You wanna prove that?

Hi. Enjoy the view.

It's... crazy.

Hotheaded bitch

needed to cool off.

(kids): Cool off, bitch!

No, don't!

What, are you all on the dope?!

- (kids shouting)

- Ah!

(pop music)

Miss Jackson,

see you in detention.

- What?!

- Detention!

- First time for everything.

- Ugh!

Everybody, let me show you

how the geisha will impress ya.

- (kids whooping)

- (music)

(Nash): Come on now, let's go.

Not another pool incident!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Come on now, we're not--

(pop music)

(exclamations)

- Hey.

- You look pissed.

Come on.

(cheering)

Alright, alright, we don't

want anyone to get hurt now.

We don't want anyone else

to get hurt.

- Headmaster Nash.

- Oh!

(exclamations and cheering)

- How you doing? You ready?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm ready!

(cheering)

Hoo. Okay...

- detention.

- (cheering)

What is wrong with you people?!

(alarm wailing)

But immediately after...

My car!

Your sister did anything

to get to the top.

She chose that moment to jump.

She didn't belong. Undercrust.

Bullshit.

These are the facts

as I see them.

But you know what?

Situations change.

We need to get out of here.

We're trapped.

It's a mouse trap.

We're mice.

You're a mouse...

and I'm a mouse.

- This a bad time?

- Yes. No. No!

What's up?

We broke into a room

that should help us.

Cool. Okay. Right.

(sighing)

Why didn't I think of this?

- Good one, Richie.

- It's pretty sweet, right?

So this is

the industrial-arts room.

- What is this stuff?

- This is a Porsche.

It's a drill press,

a table saw, a jigsaw...

- This is a jacksaw?!

- Neato.

No, that's not, no.

That's a... wrench.

- Oh.

- (clanging)

Well, then why do we even have

this stuff?

Don't we already pay people

to do it for us?

You're messing with me, right?

All these tools

are so somebody can learn

how to fix your spare Porsche.

This place is dirty.

I've never been in here

before.

Is that kitty litter?

- Soaks up the oil.

- What are you looking for?

Mr. Jimmy has a torch in here

so he can teach basic welding.

How do you know this?

Because I know

where all the good stuff is.

You took industrial arts?

Yep. Shop.

We can't all depend on our

fake hair for career boost.

- This shit is real.

- Hey.

Is that it?

Oh, good eye, Sherlock.

What the heck is it doing

all the way up there?

- I'll go.

- Ah, it's okay, I got it.

- What did you do?!

- Nothing!

Sara, don't move!

♪ There's no denying ♪

♪ You're gonna feel blue ♪

Oh!

♪ You're gonna feel sad ♪

♪ You'll miss

The sweetest love ♪

♪ You've ever had ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now don't forget it ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ My mind is reelin' ♪

♪ It's gonna hurt you so ♪

♪ But I won't be feelin' ♪

♪ After you've gone... ♪

♪ Oh after you've gone... ♪

♪ Away... ♪♪

Fuck this!

- Faith, no!

- I got this.

(soft piano music)

Faith!

Oh, my God, I'm gonna be sick.

Faith,

there's gotta be some reason--

Those other kids... know us!

All these damn roaches.

This place is cursed.

Those were accidents.

Lethal accident happens

every minute in America.

Not in the same place, moron.

Fine, maybe it is murder.

But what are we gonna do

about it?

We're trapped here.

We have a welding torch.

It may take a while, but...

we can cut

through the doors now.

Yeah.

It works.

- Sweet.

- Gonna take a while, though.

- Here, let me help you.

- Oh, no, no, no, no can do.

It's man's work.

- Siouxsie, come with me.

- Hell with that.

Siouxsie, it's the rules.

- What?

- Bathroom rules?

Spooky-shit rules?

We don't go alone.

We can't trust Blaine.

What?

Is there something

you wanna tell me?

No!

Does it have to do

with my sister's murder?

Suicide.

And no.

Does it have anything to do

with Blaine?

That was stress.

Oh, shit, you--

Look, I told the cops

she was drunk.

She jumped.

(music)

You take the red cup

and I'll show you

how deep the rabbit hole goes.

- Moron.

- Bitch, please.

That's suicide, Alyson.

What are you thinking?

Siouxsie, you need to stop

getting in my way.

You fucking bitch,

I'll kill you!

Not if I kill myself first.

- That was amazing.

- What is this?

Where did these come from?

It's cool, I got them.

- Toast?

- Toast.

Miss Hess! Who said

you could go in this pool?!

- She did.

- That girl.

Oh, shit.

Cover for me.

Yeah, go, I got him.

Young lady, explain yourself.

Is that alcohol?

It's alcohol.

What happened?

I pushed her.

It's... crazy.

Her shirt is wet

and her makeup is running.

'Cause she's in the pool.

I know she's in the pool!

Why would you do that?!

Hotheaded bitch

needed to cool off.

- What?!

- (kids): Cool off, bitch!

What,

are you all on the dope?!

- I'm on drugs!!

- (all cheering)

Bull!

Miss Jackson,

see you in detention.

- What?!

- Detention!

First time for everything.

(music)

You're the best. Come on.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Aly, come on we have to go.

Whoa. I'm here to have fun

and take interviews,

and I'm all out of fun.

Come here.

- Seniors 2015, bitches!

- Whoo!!

The only thing that can stop

Attila the Hen from winning

is a scandal.

Wouldn't that be a shame.

We're gonna find me a scandal.

Hey...

Look who it is.

I got it from Erica.

(distant music)

(Blaine chuckling)

Whoa.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, she jumped!

(car alarm wailing)

Oh, my God, she jumped!!

Oh, she fucking jumped!!

- Help!!

- (Nash): My car!

Alyson was a bitch.

I mean, she wouldn't stop

writing about our parents.

But... I don't know. I feel--

No shit, you feel guilty.

You're a fucking murderer,

Faith!

That's not true.

Now Blaine's trying

to kill all of us

so he can cover up his tracks.

- No, he's not.

- What?

My sister gets

into an accident--

I... He, uh... He, uh...

He was trying to hook up

with your slutty sister.

- Slutty?!

- He wouldn't...

No, shit.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Damn. Fast bitch.

Oh, Brian.

You look as bad as you smell.

Oh, fuck it.

I love this phone.

I can record every lie you say

and immediately email it

to myself at school.

That's so neat, Alyson.

That's great.

So what has your daddy

been up to lately?

I heard

he's the next Billy Graham

to a certain White House.

If she wins the nomination.

The only thing that could stop

Attila the Hen from winning

is a scandal.

Wouldn't that be a shame.

- I gotta find me a scandal.

- (stumbling)

(laughing)

Hey...

Look who it is.

I'll take it from here, okay?

(distant music)

Did you like

how I treated my sister?

Beautiful.

- Just like you asked.

- Yeah.

I told you, family is never

as important as success.

So I have a little success,

then.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, cheers to that.

I'm good.

Okay, then.

We've already established

that your mother covered up

the Matt Clark incident, but--

Whoa, cowboy.

Pfft. Sorry.

You just looked

a little stressed.

Fuck that.

More like: fuck me,

we are way high up here.

Yeah.

That's the idea!

We get high to relieve stress.

Get to know each other,

stop stressing over parents

and shit.

Stress. Know what I do

when I'm stressed?

What?

Sex.

You got to be...

Whoa.

I really think we should.

I'm... really good.

I...

I wouldn't fuck you

with your mother's dick.

(grunting)

(music)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, she jumped!

Oh, my God, she jumped!!

Help! She fucking jumped!!

(music)

- (thud)

- (car alarm wailing)

My car!

(man): Get back. Get back!

Miss, get away from there!

No! No! No, wait, no!

- Stop! That's my sister!

- Get back!

(Siouxsie screaming and sobbing)

You look stressed.

I'm sorry you saw that.

Although this was your plan,

I'm guessing.

Sneak into detention...

steal the video with your virus.

How did you know?

'Cause it turns out

I'm a genius.

(whispering): I'm a genius.

I mean, shit,

even my mother doesn't know

I'm the one

saving her ass this time.

I'll let her know

when the time's right.

Say...

around inauguration day.

The others knew?

Well...

not everything.

(Siouxsie scoffing)

So you did all of this...

because your mother is--

Unstoppable. Yeah.

And no little Pocahontas bitch

says otherwise.

Argh!! Argh!!

- Ah!

- (both screaming)

What the...?

- Ah!!

- (screaming)

No, Faith! Faith!

Argh! Faith!

Faith, he killed everyone!

He just admitted it!

- Blaine?

- That is a lie.

This bitch was just trying

to kill me!

Oh, my God,

that's why she's here.

That's why she's here.

She snuck in and poisoned Brian.

Then she rigged that saw

that killed Sara.

No! No, he... I have never

killed anybody, you sexist pig!

She asked you to confess,

right? Right.

- The second you were alone.

- Ah!

Do you really think

you can trust this undercrust?

- (exclaiming)

- Faith!

Faith, no! He...

he needs to pay!

Faith, this bitch

was just trying to kill me!

Think about it. Okay...

even if we're partly

responsible for her suicide,

I just wanted her sister

to know us better.

Who knew psycho bitch

ran in the family?!

Like Alyson,

this tramp is out for our blood!

You lied to me?

No. No, I have nothing

to do with any of this shit.

It has all been him!

I-I can prove it.

The only reason we're still here

is because we don't have

our phones, right?

Well, if I was the killer,

I-I-I-If I was the killer,

then would I have done this?

- If you were the killer, yeah.

- Who the fuck is that?!

I don't understand.

The phones were supposed

to be in there.

Phones?

You have our phones?

Dr. Knight.

I know where Dr. Knight is.

Follow me!

This should be good.

In order for my plan to work,

I had to get rid of Dr. Knight

for a few hours.

(all gasping)

Argh! Dammit,

stop showing us this shit!

- That's not right.

- Hell, no, that's not right!

That's hardcore.

Faith, he killed them too.

I don't know how he did it,

- but he did.

- Convincing.

It was not me.

Something weird is going on.

You said so yourself

that this school is cursed!

A curse?

Really, Sioux, a curse?

That is so convincing. Shut up!

Whatever is in Blaine,

he gets from this school.

- And he won't stop.

- She's obviously deranged.

The roaches? The deaths?

It's his family!

His whole fucking family

is cursed!

I said shut the fuck up.

Blaine, stop!

I just told her to shut up.

He's going down, Faith.

And so is whoever

stands next to him.

Wait.

It's all so clear now.

All white people

are fucking crazy.

Fuck this honky shit!

Fuck you, Psychojawea.

And fuck you, needle dick.

Oh, Faith.

I'll find my own way out.

No, I don't think you will.

No!!!

(Blaine): Goddamn.

Bitches be crazy.

Where was I?

What was I saying?

What was I saying?

Oh, oh, you'll like this.

You'll like this.

You're taking all the blame.

See, you...

were the girl trying to kill us,

the real victims here.

You're the girl

seen fighting with her sister

the night she died.

Sss... Ooh, that's...

And you're partying on top

of Nash's car

like a fucking welder gone wild.

And you're the girl

who hacked into Crestview

and started killing people.

You started killing people?

Wh... wha...

(laughing)

Seriously?

The school will love me.

They'll love me.

And then the press

will love me too.

And then my mother.

Then my mother will love me.

You're insane.

Really?

'Cause right now,

I'm looking pretty good.

Are we there... yet?

Welcome back, baby.

Just in time to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'll kill you.

Uh, no. No, I don't...

See, you only try to.

Here,

I'll give you the liner notes.

Did you really think

that you had enough money

to pay The Naked Wizard

to hack the school?

(scoffing)

Come on.

Getting you into detention

and making you look crazy -

'cause you look crazy -

that sets the tone.

And then I paid my way

into detention

and I take care of my problems.

♪ La la la la la ♪♪

Don't tase me, bitch!

(screaming)

Ah! Oh, my God!

(panting)

There... there's no way

you're that smart.

Whose car

do you think this is?

Keep the change.

Sweet. A Benjamin.

Oh, shit,

what do we have here?

- (gasping)

- (ring tone)

Hello, Mother.

I'm still in detention,

- and can't really talk right now.

- Mrs. Wilkes...

- Where...

- Did I get the phones?

Um, where you left them

in the closet, dumb bitch.

That's a damn shame.

- (engine starting)

- (jazzy music playing)

(revving)

♪ Still we have fun ♪

♪ You've lost your head

Dear ♪

- Ah! Faith!

- Told you my hair was real.

- No.

- Yes.

- No...

- Yes. Yes!

♪ So much my money

Oh yeah honey ♪

♪ Mm what fun ♪

♪ Yeah life ain't that rough ♪

♪ The rich get rich ♪

♪ And the poor get hung up ♪

♪ In the meantime

In-between time ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun ♪

Oh, what the...? Sonofabitch!

- (jazzy music)

- (grunting)

Ah...

♪ Still we have fun ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun ♪

♪ You lost your head

Dear ♪

♪ And I've got a nice car ♪

♪ You know what's said

Dear ♪

♪ We are who we are ♪

♪ Night or daytime

It's all playtime ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun ♪

♪ So much money

Ooh yeah honey ♪

Come on!

Where you even going?!

♪ There's nothing surer... ♪♪

Fe fi fo fum, bitch.

(whistling)

Marco...

Marco?

You're supposed to say Polo.

- 911.

- Hello?

Hi, this is Siouxsie Hess.

I go to Crestview Academy and--

- Please hold.

- Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit.

(whistling)

We both know there's nothing

good in the chemistry lab. Hmm?

- Oh, really?

- Whoa, what the...?

Where the fuck

did you get that?

Like I said, I know

where all the good stuff is.

- Oh, yeah? Bullshit.

- Face it, preppie,

you're gonna die in this school

just like your sister did.

What are you talking about?

My sister was killed

by a lowlife schizoid.

No,

Alyson found out the truth.

She interviewed Max.

He told her everything.

So?

- So?

- So?

Your mother paid him off.

She killed the story

and your sister!

Dead men tell no tales.

Well, duh! What d'you think

we're doing here?

- Are you stupid or something?

- Am I stupid or something? No.

I'm a cock-walking genius!

(ring tone)

You should get that.

Pick that up.

Pick...

Hello?

Hello, Siouxsie dear.

Senator Wilkes?

But how--

Never mind that.

May I speak with my son, please?

- He's a little busy right now

- I understand that,

but if you would like to survive

the next few minutes,

it's best you let me

speak to him, dear.

- It's your mom.

- Yeah, I know--

Okay.

- (sighing)

- Hello, Mother.

I'm almost done with detention.

Listen carefully, son.

Mother. Mother, I am going

to make you so proud.

Blaine!

Yes, Mother, where were we?

It's best you come home now,

dear.

No, not yet.

I'm almost done.

Mom, let me just...

let me show you,

let me just show you.

Here, I'll show you.

- What is this?

- Mom, that...

That is literally

the last of your problems.

Listen very carefully, son.

No, see, Mom, this time,

I'm proving to you

you don't need your helpers

to tie loose ends.

This time, it was me.

See, these are pictures of--

Siouxsie Hess.

I know who she is.

How?

Because I framed her.

What? No.

No, you don't know this girl.

This is a nothing undercrust.

- Blaine--

- No, see, Mom, this time...

Mom, I've made it so this one

looks utterly crazy.

Just like that scumbag

who killed Tricia.

And this time... in the story,

I'm the hero who saves the day.

I'm the hero, Mom.

I'm a genius!

Ugh, you and your sister

were never very bright.

Fuck you, Mother, it was me.

Your father's chromosomes

really polluted the gene pool.

You decrepit old hag,

it was me!

I'm the big winner here.

Old.

(sighing)

I've seen enough.

- We're done here, dear.

- Wait, what? What?

Like with my project?

I mean like...

I'm cutting you loose.

- (disconnection)

- Mom?

Mom?

Ah, shit.

Hey, Blaine,

suck this, motherfucker!

Oh!! Oh!!!

(groaning)

You fucking whore!

We have a problem.

Problem?

Good. We all know

you wanna work for me.

The question is whether or not

you're willing to do wet work.

- Do we really--

- This isn't up for discussion.

Let me rephrase the question.

Do you wanna be very rich...

or do you wanna die poor?

Right now.

- I suggest plan B.

- (ding)

(music)

(...music...)

(...music...)

I'll take the white moron

that killed my baby.

- You take the Indian.

- I want a piece of that action.

Me too!

- Ah!

- Ooh, honey.

God's will. Amen.

(music)

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up, pick up,

pick up.

(phone ringing)

- Yes, dear.

- Mom, Mom!

I don't think you're seeing

the big picture here.

Sweetheart, I see everything.

(sighing)

Blainy.

(engine starting)

♪ Ain't we got fun ♪

♪ So much money

Oh yeah honey ♪

Oh, dear.

♪ You've lost your head... ♪

(screaming)

Oh.

♪ Just tell me who dear ♪

Ah!!

♪ Do you think you are ♪

- ♪ Night or day... ♪

- (groaning)

♪ Ain't we got fun ♪♪

My leg!

(groaning)

Ah! Mother--

Here, let me help you out

with that.

Help. Help!

Oh, sweetie,

there's really nothing

to be done.

I'm afraid you and Miss Hess

are completely surrounded,

and have really taken everything

a little too far.

(gasping)

Mo... Mother. Mother?

Oh, Siouxsie dear,

that won't work.

Blainy, you're not a genius.

Frankly, your work here has been

sloppy and embarrassing.

But... but she... I'm a gen...

Honey, do you really think

all of this just happened?

No loose ends?

Sweetie, you're more afraid

than a Persian rug.

Do you really think

I don't know about the sluts

you brought to the penthouse

and who exposed his cockiness

all over town?

- Keep the change.

- Sweet. A Benjamin.

Let's go buy glue!

- Mother. Mother, I--

- Blaine!

Mother knows all.

(chiming)

(soft music)

(chiming)

I'm afraid this time, Blainy,

my cleanup

is going to include you.

No. Mother...

(panting)

There were some flaws,

I know,

but my plan to make me a hero

was so... was so cool.

But you as a martyr

is so much better, pumpkin.

Please, Mom, no, Mom.

Please. Mother, please!

Please.

I'm sor...

Quit your whining.

Honestly, Blaine,

killing you is a favour

to us both.

Ah!

Oh-oh.

(laughing)

I know what you're planning,

Miss Hess.

And I know that you covered up

your daughter's murder.

(chuckling)

There's something...

you young people can't seem

to wrap your brain around.

Your egos and the media

have led you astray,

lying that your experiences

are special.

I would call them predictable.

Parents always know

what their kids are going to do

- even before they do it.

- Ah...

No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

Little girl,

who do you think put you on

the detention list this morning?

The only thing that boy can hack

is his Johnson.

Taking care of business.

And let me be absolutely clear

about what you control.

Nothing.

Zero.

Ziltcho.

And let me assure you,

Siouxsie Hess,

you will never leave

this school alive.

Just watch me, bitch.

Don't leave me.

(panting)

I wasn't planning on it.

(camera beeping)

Plan C.

Do you wanna know the difference

between an amateur

and a professional?

So long, bitch.

(Blaine): Welcome back, baby.

(Ethel): When I have my proof,

they'll burn.

(indistinct flashback chatter)

(Knight): This will be safe

yet fun for us all.

(babel)

(Wilkes): I know

what you're planning, Miss Hess.

(Blaine): This thing just got

a lot more interesting.

(Wilkes): Who do you think

put you on the detention list?

(babel)

The world needs to know!!

(babel)

You fucking bitch,

I'll kill you!!

- This shit is real.

- ...spooky shit...

Who the fuck is that?!

...psycho bitch

ran in the family?

The roaches? The deaths?

It's all so clear now.

No!!!

You look stressed.

- No! No!

- (automatic gunfire)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Hands up!

You know the drill.

She is not giving up.

Tell her

she's not gonna do anything.

You are not going to do

anything!

She is still not moving.

Say that she's going to turn

herself in like the last one.

You are going to turn

yourself in like the last one.

Nice...

and slow.

Go to hell.

For chrissake,

you know what I pay you for.

Clean it up.

Open fire!

(screaming)

- (screaming)

- (gunshot)

- (groaning)

- Ah!

(intense music)

Tell Senator Wilkes...

to suck my dick!

(man screaming)

(eerie music)

(indistinct police-radio

chatter)

I mean, this is bad.

This is worse than before.

- I mean, this is excessive.

- It's absolutely awful.

For that girl to think

she can kill

all these innocent people

and get away scot-free.

Frankly, Senator,

I am sick of it.

As am I.

- Something has to be done.

- Absolutely.

Excuse me, can you wait

just a moment, please?

Oh!

Oh, my baby!

("sobbing")

Oh, my poor baby!

- (cellphone camera clicking)

- Got it?

Yes, ma'am.

Ugh.

(sniffing)

Anyway.

Listen, we need to talk

about how to fix this.

- I'm talking permanently.

- Yes, we do.

I'm sorry, Senator.

I don't think another donation

is gonna get rid of all of this.

You haven't seen how many

zeros are in that cheque.

I'm talking excessive.

Excessive.

(light music)

Where the fuck is Dr. Knight?

(music)

♪ You won't admit you love me ♪

♪ And so ♪

♪ How am I ever ♪

♪ To know ♪

♪ You always tell me perhaps ♪

♪ Perhaps perhaps ♪

♪ A million times

I've asked you ♪

♪ And then I ask you over ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ You only answer... ♪

Hello, baby.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

- Who the fu--

- Shhh...

They see everything.

Brought you something.

What the hell?

Gonna get you out of here.

We've got some shit to do.

♪ Perhaps perhaps perhaps ♪

♪ If you can't

Make your mind up ♪

♪ We'll never get started ♪

♪ And I don't wanna wind up ♪

♪ Being parted ♪

♪ Broken-hearted ♪

♪ So if you really love me ♪

♪ Say yes ♪

♪ But if you don't dear ♪

♪ Confess ♪

♪ And please don't tell me ♪

♪ Perhaps perhaps perhaps ♪

♪ Perhaps perhaps perhaps ♪

♪ Perhaps ♪

♪ Perhaps ♪

♪ Perhaps ♪♪

(school bell ringing)

(up-tempo music)

♪ I didn't know

You collected souls ♪

♪ Gambling fire ♪

♪ Rolling bones ♪

♪ I shoulda known

You would take it all ♪

♪ But I never planned

To be your voodoo doll ♪

♪ Use your lips to pull me in

Just to stick in another pin ♪

♪ But if you want

This heart of mine ♪

♪ Your evil

Just won't work this time ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm done

With all your bitchcraft ♪

♪ Gotta get my soul back ♪

♪ We've played this game

So long ♪

♪ I'm not sure

That it will come back ♪

♪ I'm not trying

To make you feel bad ♪

♪ But baby I just can't live

With all your bitchcraft ♪

♪ I'm not trying

To make you feel bad ♪

♪ Gotta get my soul back ♪

♪ But baby I just can't live

With all your bitchcraft ♪♪

(light music)

♪ Grey skies are clearer

When you're here ♪

♪ The sun shines for you dear ♪

♪ Whenever you're around

I'm found ♪

♪ Let's fly away ♪

♪ Oh how you've got me

Like a fool ♪

♪ I'm lovesick over you ♪

♪ Forever intertwined

With mine ♪

♪ Let's fly away ♪

♪ Oh see what I do ♪

♪ How I keep you

Keep you guessing baby ♪

♪ Someday we may fly

Never know ♪

♪ I only answer maybe baby ♪

♪ Maybe

But baby maybe not ♪

♪ Oh see what I do ♪

♪ How I keep you

Keep you guessing baby ♪

♪ Someday we may fly

Never know ♪

♪ I only answer maybe baby ♪

♪ Maybe

But baby maybe not ♪

♪ Now I've got you in my spell ♪

♪ I caught you as you fell ♪

♪ In love

I'm what you want ♪

♪ Let's fly away ♪

♪ Oh see what I do ♪

♪ How I keep you

Keep you guessing baby ♪

♪ Someday we may fly

Never know ♪

♪ I only answer maybe baby ♪

♪ Maybe

But baby maybe not ♪

(light music)

♪ If you wanna fly away

With me ♪

♪ You'll have to wait and see ♪

♪ We're on our way tonight

We might ♪

♪ Let's fly away ♪

♪ We could fly away someday ♪

♪ You know just what I say ♪

♪ I know I drive you crazy ♪

(ding!)

♪ Maybe not ♪♪

- (shell casings tinkling)

- Is he one of ours?

- I don't think so.

- Good thing I got him.

- I got him.

- I got him first.

- No, I got him first.

- No, I got him first.

How many times

we gonna do this?

A lot. And every single time,

I got him first.

- Whatever helps you sleep at night.

- Yeah.