Disturbing Behavior (1998) - full transcript

♪ I think you're smart ♪

♪ you sweet thing ♪

♪ tell me your name ♪

♪ I'm dyin' here ♪

♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪

♪ got you
where I want you ♪

♪ oh, yeah... ♪

What is your deal?

I got a big game
on Friday.

I mean, look,
it's no good.

I need my fluids.



Your fluids?

Yeah.

Hey, Mary Jo,
I'm curious.

Why would you do
something like that?

Why not?

It's self-mutilation,
really.

Self-mutilate this,
fluid boy.

♪ Well, I think
you're smart ♪

♪ you sweet thing... ♪

Good find, girl.

Yeah, good find.

Who's that?

Oh, shit, no.

♪ ...you sweet thing ♪



♪ Tell me your name ♪

♪ I'm dyin' here ♪

♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪

♪ Got you where
I want you ♪

♪ Yeah, I got you
where I want you. ♪

Slut.

Hey, Andy.

You wanna step out
for a minute, Andy?

You know, you kids shouldn't be out
past curfew.

Andy Effkin.

The toast with the most.

So, you like our chances against
Knight's Ridge on Friday?

We should do fine.

Whoo. Thrown for a loss.

How's that arm of yours?
Okay for the game?

- It's good.
- That offensive line up to par?

Son of a bitch!

- Hey! Andy!
- Huh?

Fuck!

Easy, eff.
Easy, buddy.

I need my fluids.

Give me the gun.

Get outta here, eff.
Now.

What the fuck--

you gotta be shittin' me.

That's Mary Jo.

Hey, Clarice,
it's Coxy.

We got a wet one
out here on the bluff.

Hey.

I can't wait, Steve.

I just can't wait.

To do what?

To see my new room,

my new school,
my new everything.

Yeah. New everything.

It's gonna be awesome,
Steve.

It's gonna be better.

Way better.

Come on.

Honey, get back here!

Looks like you're movin'
to Cradle Bay.

- We sure are.
- Sure you're gonna like it here.

You'll never
wanna leave.

- Have a good one.
- You hear that?

Hey, you.
I thought you were gonna help me.

- Huh?
- I'm coming.

Come on.

Fridge.
Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah. Just, uh...

Trying to put some
of this stuff away.

- Nervous?
- About what?

- First day at school.
- Nah.

Dad?

- What are you doing, dipshit?
- Don't worry about snakes in the garden

when you got spiders
in your bed.

"And I had been so innocent
and little there,

and all beyond
was so unknown and great."

Very good, Trent.

To wit--
when pip says this,

dickens is speaking
of the joy of discovery,

of newness, of change.

Mr. Clark,
perhaps you can relate.

Mr. Clark is new to us
from Chicago.

Do they read dickens
in Chicago?

Dickie Atkinson.

Welcome!

Tell us
why you're late.

- Trouble with the camshaft?
- Like you know what one is.

Somebody woke up on the wrong side of
the carburetor this morning.

Peckerhead.

What is,
if I may be so forthright

in displaying my ignorance,
a peckerhead?

What you laughin' at,
Whalen?

Nothing, Richard.

I was just thinking
how ignorance kills.

- What does that mean?
- Exactly.

You ass-kissing
little fuck!

Boys boys boys!

Dickie! Dickie!

Perhaps, Mr. Atkinson,

yet another little sojourn to the principal
will serve you well.

Wanna know what a peckerhead is?
That's a peckerhead.

Thank you for
the clarification.

Please send Principal Weathers
our hosannas!

"Youth is wholly experimental."

Robert Louis Stevenson.

♪ It's so hard ♪

♪ it's so hard to say
I lied to you... ♪

Ow!

♪ ...when there's
no room to breathe ♪

♪ I just stay alive ♪

♪ we stay alive ♪

♪ every little thing counts ♪

♪ every little thing counts ♪

♪ every little thing counts ♪

♪ that's right,
every little thing counts ♪

♪ every little thing counts ♪

♪ every little thing counts. ♪

These seat's taken here?

No. Go ahead.

Hi, I'm Gavin.
This is U.V.

I'm Steve.

Munchies.

U.V. here
had some primo weed.

We smoked a fatty
during gym.

Check him out. He looks almost tan,
don't he?

Hello, Lorna.

- How are you today, my dear?
- Drop dead.

- Contact.
- Who's that?

That, my boy,
is Lorna "love-itis" longley,

fire of my loins,

purveyor of my every
masturbatory fantasy.

The entire female gender
is separated into two groups.

Lorna comprises one group.

All of womankind
comprises the other.

You ever take her out?

Alas, Lorna is
largely untouchable

for someone
of my social standing.

What do you mean?

It's a class system, man,
at c.B. High, Stevie boy.

Check it out.

There you got your motorheads.
Car jocks.

All the world's a gasket and a lube job
and a pack of Luckys.

Music of choice--
posi-traction overdrive, classic rock,

Skynyrd,
the Allmans, Bruce.

Drug of choice--
beer, Miller genuine draft.

Keggers can't be choosers.

Freaks who fix leaks.

Ah, and over here
you have your microgeeks.

Nerds, whiz kids, and various other
bottom-feeders.

Music of choice--
the sound of an Apple P.C. being booted up.

Steven Hawking's "A Brief History of Time"

and a cup of Jasmine tea
on Saturday night.

Freaks that go squeak.

Over there you have
your skaters--

rippin', ragin' kids
and their ramp tramps,

baggy pants,
Dickie wools,

doing 50-50 grinds with
an Ollie grab finish

on a homemade half-pipe
in the woods.

The whack of a hacky sack.

Ecstasy.

E-tab, baby. Longer lovin'
through science.

Freaks in sneaks.

Here's where it gets
really nasty.

Lorna runs with that group over there.
Blue ribbons.

- What's that?
- It's a community group.

Good kids. Have bake sales,
car washes.

- Kiss a lot of adult sphincter.
- Blue robots.

Hear hear.

Those three guys,
Cradle Bay's answer

to Manson,
McVeigh and O.J.

Trent Whalen,
Andy Effkin, Robby Stewart.

Hey, I bet you didn't know that toast came
in three flavors.

This group's music
of choice--

the hum of perfection,
the buzz of ambition.

Life, the pursuit
of clean living...

At the expense of all who sniffle
at the hem of their gowns.

Freaks so chic.

Then you got kids
like me and U.V. here.

Lames who like our metal heavy,
our Marlboros light.

Music of choice--

Harvester of sorrow,
language of the mad.

Drug of choice--

- what do ya got?
- Freaks all week.

That's it.
Lesson over.

Class dismembered.

Welcome to Cradle Bay High,
Stevie boy.

Welcome to my nightmare.

Yo, wait up!

- Why can't we help you with your math, Johnnie?
- Just leave me alone.

Hello.

Hey.

"Phlegm."

Phlegm.

P-h-l-e-m-g-h.

Phlegm.
Wrong.

Let me see that.

What are you
two girls doing?

- We're having a spelling bee
against Hessel Junior High. - Oh.

My brother Allen
was the best speller.

- I thought your name was Steve.
- It is.

- Um, Allen's my brother who died.
- Oh.

I have a grandfather
who died.

Why don't we change
the subject?

- Pass your plate.
- Why?

- You know why.
- Nathan.

Tell me, Shannon,
do you get yelled at

- if you talk about your dead grandfather?
- Steve!

'Cause around here, people go crazy if
you talk about a dead brother.

♪ They'll be sorry when you're gone-- ♪

Hello?

Hello!

I'm here for
the mustang parts.

What the fuck?

What are you
doing here, man?

The troops shall
set you free.

What do you guys want?

Sweet Dickie,
we want you.

We've got it
for you, Richard.

We've got all
the winning numbers.

♪ Kill me, father,
for I do not understand ♪

What are you doing, man?
Fuck, man! Fuck!

Come forward, Dickie!

We like to welcome all new students,
Steven.

Standard procedure.

And as soon
as Dr. Caldicott arrives,

- we can begin.
- Dr. Caldicott?

He's the resident
faculty fellow.

Outstanding educator.
He's been with us, what,

- almost two years now?
- Mm-hmm.

Works with the students
in a counseling capacity.

I think you'll like him.

I'm sorry I'm late.
Hi. Edgar Caldicott.

It's nice to finally
meet you.

- Everything okay?
- Fine.

Have you given any thought

to extracurricular
activities or sports?

- Not really.
- There's the blue ribbons.

The blue ribbons?

Yeah, they help each other study
and practice.

It's a team effort.

It's a motivational
workshop, really.

The blue ribboners have truly been making
the grade,

and they're doing wonderful things
on the playing field.

Steven.

All of us here
are aware of the tragedy

back in Chicago.

- If there's anything we can do--
- I said everything is fine.

Steven...

We know how tough it can be.
So whether or not

you want to be involved
with the school,

we want to be
involved with you.

- That's really all the meeting's about, okay?
- Okay.

So go make
some new friends.

♪ I am young ♪

♪ but a fool ♪

♪ I am stupid ♪

♪ but I'm cool ♪

♪ I am kind ♪

♪ but I'm weak... ♪

You like that?

What is it?

It's bona fide
jitterbug.

It's my buddy Rachel.

Cook's Ridge trash.

I mean, she's a great chick.
Don't get me wrong.

But she's Cook's Ridge trash.
Come on.

Hey, there, dancing queen.

Rachel, this is Stevie boy.
Good man.

Stevie boy, this is Rachel,
Cook's Ridge trash.

Bite me. Hey.

Hey.

Wow. Appropriate sparks
are flying.

Somebody cue
the power ballad.

Fail to be a tumor, Gavin.

What do you say
we cruise town,

chase a case,

hit the bluff
and drink some beer?

You know, consecrate
Stevie boy's arrival

to this new
and pathetic tank town.

You down?

- Sounds razor.
- Stevie boy?

Sure.

♪ ...I just can't hide. ♪

Excuse me, sir,
I'm wondering

- if you can help me out.
- What?

I'm trying to buy
some beer,

and I have the money and everything.
I'm just, um--

what can I tell you?
Get off my case, kid, okay?

You know,
the problem with America

is mankind's
abject unwillingness

to contribute to the delinquency
of minors.

That was, like,
the 10th guy.

- Hey, Rachel.
- Chug.

- What are you doing?
- Chasing. Nobody's willing.

Yeah?

Hello, Charles.
Cycle any anabolic goodies lately?

- You're funny, strick.
- Thanks.

- I'm here all week.
- Anyways, Rachel,

there's a couple of us guys going to the
yogurt shoppe, if you wanna come by.

The yogurt shoppe?
Yeah.

Are you gonna make an active
culture joke here, Stevie boy,

or should I handle
this one?

- See you later, Rachel.
- Bye.

Ow!

What?

What? You're actually flattered that that
barn door has a thing for you?

- Bullshit.
- Right.

There's for the syrup.

Is that the right one
for the orange juice?

I don't know what I did with
the one for the deodorant.

It was here somewhere.

Hey, man, what's
a hooker say

- after 12 hours on the job?
- What?

Man!

Clean up
on aisle four.

Oops. Sorry.

Chug!

Easy, easy.

Fuck!
You blue ribbon shithead!

Oh!

Hey, Chug.

What was that
all about?

Toxic jock syndrome.

- You'll be fine, son.
- Where's my shake?

So, what the hell would make a kid
freak out like that?

It's gotta be
a steroid thing.

All those jockos
are into it.

Kelly Connor said she saw Andy Effkin
bite the head off a kitten

in a fit of rage.

- No way.
- I'm serious.

I think it's bullshit,
though.

No, it is not bullshit.
And it's not steroids.

- Here we go.
- What?

Gavin thinks
some sinister force

- is taking over the Cradle Bay meatheads.
- No, you know what it is.

You know.

- A sinister force?
- You know, evil.

Nowhere to turn. No one to
trust. Altogether ookie.

Fail to be a bimmy bitch,
Rachel.

Fail to be a pucker-ass, Gav.

- What?
- Nothing.

Andy killed her.

Everyone's saying
she ran away.

I saw her dead body,
but I can't prove it.

God, those fuckers!

Why didn't you go
to the police?

Cox was there, man.

The cop,
he didn't do shit.

Fuck, nobody
listens to me.

The cancer corner.

Best place in the school
by far to sneak a smoke.

What are you shitbirds
doing down here?

- Relax, Mr. Newberry.
- You ain't supposed to be down here.

Relax, this is my friend, Steve.
He's new to the bay.

New to the bay.

Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.

Rattus. Rattus.

A-ha. Excreta.

Drag marks.

Drag marks
of a rat's tail.

What is it
you got there?

It's an "e-rat-icator."

Sounds are supposed
to scare the rats away.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Scary, ain't it?

Piece of crap.

Doesn't work worth spit.

A dollar for everything that didn't work
worth spit....

Mr. Newberry here

has got the full-on boo-radley-village-
idiot-quasimodo thing going.

- Don't you, Mr. Newb?
- What?

And he's currently involved

in a war against the rodent population
of Cradle Bay.

Gotta fight 'em.
Gotta fight 'em!

Rats from the bay.

Rats from the bay!

Incoming!
You think you can run,

but you can't hide!

A day at the master races.

Check that out.

Jesus.

Is that Dickie?

- What is he doing?
- He's one of them now, bud.

He's a blue robot.

Watch and learn!
Watch and learn!

What the fuck?

They're peckerheads.
Now he's--

look at him.
He's killing his hard-on.

Fore!

Maybe he turned over a new leaf.

I would like to own the new leaf concession
here in Cradle Bay.

Did you tell Steve
about the murders?

Well, Steve
is a disbeliever.

About the mysterious
disappearance

of Mary Jo copeland
and officer Kramer.

- Uh-huh.
- This is where he accuses me of being paranoid.

Denial ain't just
a river in Italy...

Bud.

Check your weed, boys.

You are beige, boy.

- See you, Rachel.
- Bye.

Here's your chocolate sundae.

Can I help you?

Steven.

- Good to see you, brother.
- Hey, Trent.

- Come sit down.
- Mmm, it's really good.

Steven, this is Kathy,

Andy, tom, randi,

- Hi.
- Lorna, Chug--

you know Robby.
And Dickie.

This is Steven.
Sit down.

Steven's new to the bay
from Chicago.

- So do you like it here?
- Yeah, it's okay.

You had friends
in Chicago?

Yeah.

You can have friends here.

♪ Have you never
been mellow? ♪

♪ Have you never tried... ♪

Uh, didn't you guys
get into a fight in English?

We've made peace, Steven.

That's what separates us
from the animals.

Uh-oh.

Dirtbag alert.

Steve. Hey, gotta talk
to you, man.

Easy, slick.
Steven's relaxing.

Look at this place.
The yogurt shoppe.

The yogurt "shopp-e."
What the fuck is a "shopp-e"?

Why don't you make like
a tree and leave?

Clever girl.

Steve, what is it? We get in one argument
and you go bond with these guys?

- Hello, Charles.
- Hey.

What happened to you, man?
Eat too much flank steak?

Let's go.

You don't have
to go anywhere, brother.

I'm not your brother.

♪ ...I will work hard
to understand... ♪

All right, you said you wanted
to tell me something.

Here I am.
What?

They're hypnotized.

- What?
- Okay, maybe not hypnotized.

Brainwashed,
lobotomized, programmed.

Want proof?

Here. Here's proof.

Look--
that's Robby, Randi, Trent.

They used to be
my friends.

All right, well maybe they got sick of your rap.
- I can relate.

I thought you would
say that.

That is the purpose
of tonight's excursion.

After tonight, you will strap on a hog
and be a man.

Cross-pollinating efforts of the
student groups has always been our goal,

and it's something
that benefits everyone.

The thespian society,
for example--

blue ribbon meeting.
Every Monday.

This is where the shit goes down.
Listen.

And by conducting the bake sale in
conjunction with the pep rally,

we can be selling
cakes and cookies

at a time when school spirit
is at its optimum level.

- Wow, I had no idea the evil was this pervasive.
- Shh.

Yeah, Jan,
what's on your mind?

This may sound
kind of strange, but...

Although we couldn't be more pleased with
Andrew's improved studies,

he's become somewhat...
Different...

Since returning from your weekend
enlightenment seminar.

Different how?

He seems unkind

to almost everyone
outside of the club.

Okay, well I can understand your concern.

Let me address it.

Kids, being kids, have,

you may have noticed,
a tendency to overreact.

And we've found they go through
a brief period...

Of being,
shall we say, snobby.

But what it really is

is a feeling
that's new to them.

And the feeling is pride.

They're improved.

When you soar
with the eagles,

sometimes the pigeons below tend to
look a little pedestrian.

- Just give it a little time.
- What a dork.

Now, a new candidate
has been nominated.

His parents have been counseled
and consented.

So, Colleen,
if you will.

- Male, 17 years old.
- Superstar.

Suspended four times
last school year.

Parents feel
candidate is depressed,

spending far too much time

listening to rock music
and masturbating.

Candidate has
a history of truancy...

Poor son of a bitch.

And a general lack
of direction.

Candidate is
a c-minus student,

yet has a-plus potential.

So, all in favor?

Great.
February candidate confirmed.

- Training to begin A.S.A.P.
- God.

- Shit!
- What?

Join me in welcoming into our circle of
friends Ernest and Lucille strick,

The parents of our next superstar,

Gavin strick.

So they want you
to join their club.

Shine 'em on, and blow 'em off.
What are they gonna do?

No, you still
don't get it.

You still think this is about blood
drives and bake sales.

Wait a second.

Maybe you should
lay off that shit.

Maybe you should eat me.

Yeah, okay.

Look, this is huge, Steve.

- Why don't you see this? This is so fucking huge.
- Gavin--

don't fucking "Gavin" me.

I'm a dead man.
My parents sold me out.

You saw it.
You were there.

Why don't you see this?

Look, why don't you stay
over at my house tonight?

No.

I have to go home.

When I get there, if they're waiting for
me, I'm gonna smoke 'em all.

You hear me?
Everyone who's at my house:

Robby, Whalen, Caldicott,
even my olds, man.

- Give me the gun.
- No fucking way.

Let me have it!

No! You're fucking
losing it, Gavin.

You're gonna wind up
shooting the paperboy.

- Just go home.
- Give me my fucking gun.

Hey. Hey!

Good night, Gavin.

Give me my fucking gun!

Don't leave me alone
like this!

Hey!

Stevie boy!

I would've smoked 'em all.
I would've fucking--

man, I--

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck.

Wait a minute.

Wow.

I don't believe it.

It's show time.

Who put the acid
in my spam?

Rachel.

- Gavin.
- Hello, Rachel.

What is up with this?

I just want
to apply myself.

Think I'll get better results
on this side of the caf.

- Gavin--
- why don't you beat it, honey?

This is rarefied turf.
Sluts need not apply.

Gavin.

Later, Rachel.

- How much do I owe you for this?
- Treat yourself.

Indeed.

Where you going?

I'm going
to talk to Gavin.

You're not wanted, Steven.
Just leave him be.

Get the fuck
off me!

Guys, come on--

what's your
maladjustment, Effkin?

You okay?

Steve--

damn it!
Stop it!

That's enough.

What happened to you?

We shall overcome, Steven.

You okay?

Oh, man.
Fantastic.

You'll see.

Retard.

You okay?

♪ Danke schoen, darlin' ♪

♪ danke schoen ♪

♪ thank you for ♪

♪ all the joy you bring ♪

♪ picture show ♪

- ♪ second balcony... ♪
- we should have a toast.

A toast
to Mr. Gavin strick!

To Gavin!

- To Gavin!
- ♪ Danke schoen ♪

♪ darlin', danke schoen... ♪

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed
to be here.

I hate the caf.

Everybody hates the caf.

Where's the ketchup?
By god--

oh, that's not good.

- Doesn't even look like ketchup.
- "Slaughterhouse-Five"?

Uh, wha--
give me that boo-- give me that!

What the hell's
the matter with you?

Hmmph!

You rats from the bay.

You rats!
Rats everywhere.

You kids are so smart.
You think you know everything.

You don't know nothing!

Forget the rats.
It's all an act, isn't it?

- You don't know.
- It's an act, isn't it? It's all bullshit.

Will you--
get away from me!

Oh, brother!

Wait.

Do you like Kurt vonnegut?

I don't get it.

Didn't you ever want to just disappear,
lunch boy?

Poof!
You're gone?

You'd be surprised
how interesting people become

when they think
you're really stupid.

Steven!

Where you going, Steven?

- Who is it?
- Calm down, Steven.

It's past
your bedtime, Steven.

- Steven!
- Where you going, Steven?

- Steven!
- Where you going, Steven?

- Nothing to fear, Steven!
- Where you going?

There's nothing
to be afraid of, Steven!

Steven! Steven!

- Hello, Steven.
- What are you doing here?

I'm helping Lindsay.
I'm tutoring her in algebra.

- Where is she?
- Shh.

- Where's my sister?
- She's upstairs sleeping.

- Where are my parents?
- At a meeting.

- At what meeting?
- Steven, you're hurt.

- I'll live.
- Let me put something on that.

No, it's fine.

Maybe you should go.

I mean it.

If that's
what you want.

Yeah.

Can I go
to the bathroom first?

Sure, it's around
the corner.

- I know where it is.
- Of course you do.

Everyone knows where everything is
around here.

Steven, your sister's
a great kid.

She's very special.

Can't. Ever.

Bad. Never. Bad.

Hello, Steven.

What are you doing?

I'm not sure really.

Go home, Lorna.

You don't even find me
slightly attractive?

I find you very attractive.

It's just that, um, you're a blue
ribbon and I'm not, so--

wait a second.

I know I'm not supposed
to be doing this.

It's bad.

Wrong. Wrong. Bad.

No, it's not bad.
Jesus Christ!

Wrong. Bad. Bad.

Wrong. Wrong.

Bad. Bad. Wrong.

Bad. Wrong.

Wrong. Bad. Bad. Wrong.

No!

I have to go home.

I have a big
physics test tomorrow.

After extracting
the implant,

I tested its integrity to the optic nerve,
and it was intact.

The chip
is functioning properly,

but what I did find is that excess
stimulation to the pineal gland

caused the dopamine levels
to go through the roof.

Every time one of these kids
gets a hard-on,

they go out
and beat somebody with it.

We could do a cingulotomy.

No, cut a craniotomy flap.
I'll get elbow deep, see what happens.

- What?
- Gotta cut the bruises out of the banana.

What about her parents?

Just tell them she'll be
missing cheerleading practice this week.

Oh, look.
It's Cook's Ridge trash.

Well, once you've
all settled in...

And you give her a little bit of time,
she'll fit in just fine.

Well, thanks, Dr. Caldicott.

Hey! Come on.
Let's go.

I gotta sell this bud.

I got, like,
two customers left.

This keeps up,
I'm gonna be the 7-11 guy.

I wanna go grab
a smoke.

Come out, come out
wherever you are.

I saw you
come down here, Rachel.

Look, I just wanna
ask you something.

What do you want, Chug?

I just wanna know--

it's me asking,
my friends not.

Rachel, uh,

will you go out with me?

You're kidding, right?

Will you?
Please.

No, Chug.
I won't.

Why not?!

How about this?

You couldn't repulse me more if you were made
out of equal parts of shit and maggots!

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Yeah!

- You wanna be that way?
- Stop it, Chug!

- I'll scream, I swear to god!
- Yeah?

- Yeah!
- What do you think will happen if you do, huh?

I'm a blue ribbon, baby,
team captain.

And you're just a trashy,
tattooed love doll.

Come on, Rae-Rae, give up the plate for Chug.
Come on!

Ah, fuck!

Stop it!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Stop it!

What you looking at, retard?

Wow.

I guess just think that you should try
and fit in, Steve,

'cause we're gonna be here
for a long time.

You, me,
mom and dad.

- Chip and Dale.
- Chip and Dale.

- Ow ow ow ow ow ow.
- Ow!

What is this?

- What?
- This. Where did you get this?

I got it at school. They were handing
them out. We all got one.

- Go inside.
- Why?

Hi, Lindsay.

- I said go inside.
- Spaz.

Uh...

We should talk.

Yeah.

There's something
you need to see.

Rae, Gavin strick here,

live and unplugged.

I guess if you found this
then you know.

Am I hanging
with Trent and Robby

and the rest
of the robots?

God, I hope not.

I hit the vents tonight

when I split up
with Stevie boy.

He doesn't believe.

I went back to school...

And I overheard Caldicott
talking to some wonk.

Mentioned, um,
"Bishop Flats 11."

Caldicott called them
his "children."

Then he freaked out on the guy
and kicked him out of his office.

So, you know, I figure
something's up with that,

right? Yeah.

Keep an eye
on U.V. for me,

though I doubt
that they'll want him.

I doubt that they're interested in
the pigmentally challenged.

That's not their style.

I gotta go get paranoid.

This is Gavin strick

reporting live

from the reconstruction.

I pulled this
off the a.M.A. Database.

Caldicott's last place
of employment

was just across the bay
in Bishop Flats

at a place called the Belknap
Psychiatric Facility.

He spent seven years
doing neuropharmacology.

Mind control.

Next ferry's at 6:00.

Bishop Flats?

You down for it?

Razor. Let's go.

I miss Gavin.
He was almost like a--

a brother?

Yeah. Exactly.

I had a brother.

Sorry.

His name was Allen.

He was a couple of years
older than me.

If he would've
made it through his teens

he would've been
something amazing.

But he was--
he was always in pain.

And eight months
to the day he shot himself,

Dad said we were moving
to Cradle Bay.

Where everything
was gonna be all right.

I'm sorry.

No, don't.

Let's go.

You know, maybe this
isn't such a good idea.

Think of it
as our first date.

That's why my tooths
are clean!

♪ You know I can't smile ♪

- You're pretty,
- ♪ without you ♪

- And do it just right.
- ♪ Can't smile without you ♪

- You're pretty.
- ♪ I can't laugh ♪

♪ and I can't sing ♪

♪ I'm findin' it hard ♪

- ♪ to do anything... ♪
- Children!

Children!

Meet the musical little creatures...

That hide
among the flowers.

Meet the musical
little creatures

that hide
among the flowers.

Meet the musical
little creatures

that hide
among the flowers.

Meet the musical
little creatures

that hide among the flowers.

Meet the musical little creatures--

Meet the musical little creatures that
hide among the flowers!

Shut up!

- Meet the musical little creatures--
- Shhh!

Let's get out of here.

It's Caldicott's daughter.

♪ Paranoia, paranoia ♪

♪ everybody's comin'
to get me ♪

♪ just say
you never met me ♪

♪ I'm running underground
with the moles ♪

♪ I'm not sick
but I'm not well ♪

♪ 'cause I'm in hell. ♪

His daughter.
His own daughter.

How can nobody not know there's something
fully fucked up in Bishop Flats?

Shit, his own daughter was in there.
Nobody's safe.

Listen, the last ferry
leaves at 11:30.

Just tell me
you have a razor plan.

I am making this shit up
as I go.

Great.

Shit.

- Hi, officer Cox.
- Closing time, Frankie.

Yeah, it's getting late.

Just be cool.

Past curfew.

She was just
driving me home.

From?

Studying.

Where are your books?

Evening, officer.

- What are you doing?
- I'm getting rid of rats.

Pink-eyed vermin.

Can't see for spit.

Quarter a rat!

Town council gives me
a quarter a rat.

I'm going to be rich
at this rate.

- I'll be on "Lifestyles of The Rich and Famous."
- Moron.

And a wedgie, I see.

Where you going?

- Can we go now?
- Step out of the truck. Now.

- What are you doing?
- Hey!

- Off--
- hey!

- Let her go! What do you want fr--
- Get in.

That's a big rat.

Keys.

Come on! Get out of there!
What are you waiting for?

Get get get get get!
Come on!

Let's get out of here.

Come on, Steve.

Come on.

Come on.

You'll have to trust me
for now.

You trust me, don't you?

- Okay.
- Steve!

Where are you going?

I'm taking Lindsay
away from here.

We're going
back to Chicago.

Don't do this, Steve.
You're scaring me.

I'm scared too, mom.
Believe me.

Look, Steve, you have to know that we're
here for you, no matter what.

Oh god, do you really mean that?

- Of course we do.
- Okay, then let's all go home.

Steven.

You are home.

Cradle bay
is where you belong,

here with your family.

You signed me up
for the program?

- We want what's best for you.
- What about what I want?

- Steven, do you really like the way you feel?
- Oh, shut the fuck up.

You sold me out.

- No, we didn't. We just want you back.
- Steven, please--

my name is Steve, okay?

Nobody calls me Steven
except for them.

Fine.
Come on, linds.

Steve--

may I have this dance,
Steven?

Where's Rachel?

She's gone to an institute
of higher learning, Steven.

Steve!

Steve! Help!

- Please get off of me!
- Everything's under control.

Who's your daddy, huh?

Respect yourself,
Steven.

Ice, ice, baby.

It's not what you think,
Steven.

It's a new kind
of cool.

You feel better, freer.

I've never felt so alive
in my life.

It's humanity's
sacred essence.

- A new and finer age.
- Go forward.

Be the ball.

People are gonna know
when I get out of here.

That's right, Steven.
They will know.

They'll know
because you'll be better.

Adolescence is a minefield.

But soon...

You'll be fully equipped
to walk right through it.

Yeah, straight-a's
and a letter jacket.

And every now and then
you rape and kill.

To cure cancer you gotta kill
a few white mice.

Meet the musical
little creatures...

That hide among
the flowers.

That's a battle
I didn't win.

You'll be different.

I know so much more now.

She wasn't that bright
to begin with.

Be good. Yes. Stop.

Let the light in.

Let the light--

You're number one.

Pull an ace.
An ace.

Achieve.

Live. Be true.

Live life full.

Go forward.

- Happy. Secure.
- Be excellent.

Live--

- Fantastic.
- Go forward.

Yes.

Rachel.
Rae.

Oh, god.

You'll be okay.

You'll be okay,
Rachel.

Going somewhere with my custard there,
Steven?

Let's go, Chug.

That's my girl
you got there, Steve.

I can't let you take her,
now can I?

Come on!
Get up!

Come on, Rae Rae. Give up the plate
for old Chug, huh?

Ohh!

Come on.

- Lindsay!
- Hey, not so fast.

- What?
- What's the capital of North Dakota?

How the fuck
should I know?

Okay, you're cool.

Bring it in.
We gotta book.

Early bird ferry's in 20 minutes.

Oh, shit, man.

It's time to leave
mediocrity behind, Steven.

Step up on the bus.

What is it?

Come and get it,
you blue bastards!

What is going on?

Come on.

Get 'em to the ferry.

I'll meet you down there.

Don't leave without me.

- Hey, lunch boy.
- What are you doing?

We can't very well
have these--

Shitbirds...

Graduating and going off
into the world, can we?

- Maybe they can be helped.
- No, they can't.

And neither can I.

Do good things,
lunch boy.

Hey! Teacher!

Leave those kids alone!

No!

It's over,
you son of a bitch.

It's finished.

"Finished"?

There'll always be
other towns

and other troubled teens

and other worried parents.

Science is god.

Be the ball.

What happened?

We're the only ones left.

So, what do we do now?

We go home.

And where's that?

Wherever.

Wherever we are.

Whoa!

Appropriate sparks
are flying.

Somebody cue up
the power ballad, man.

Hey!

All right,
now settle down!

Turn that damn thing off!

Now, y'all got a new student-teacher
starting today,

and I want you to show him a little bit
more respect than the last one.

Speak of the devil.

Hmm?

Mm-mmm.

Baby baby.

Say hello to your new
student-teacher, class.

They're all yours.

Peckerhead!

Hello, class.
Welcome.

♪ Got you where I want you ♪

♪ ah-yeah ♪

♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪

♪ got you where I want you ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ hey ♪

♪ maybe just a smile ♪

♪ oh, hey ♪

♪ did you know
that I can dance ♪

♪ could we talk for a while ♪

♪ well I think you're smart ♪

♪ you sweet thing ♪

♪ tell me your sign ♪

♪ I'm dyin' here ♪

♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪

♪ got you where I want you ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ ahh-ooooh-ooh ♪

♪ got you where I want you ♪

♪ where I want you,
I want you ♪

♪ suffer, suffer,
it don't get no rougher ♪

♪ little baby girl,
don't you be like no other ♪

♪ suffer, suffer,
it don't get no rougher ♪

♪ when you rock me, baby,
put your pain on your lover ♪

♪ suffer, suffer,
it don't get no rougher ♪

♪ little baby girl,
don't you be like no other ♪

♪ suffer, suffer,
it don't get no rougher ♪

♪ when you rock me, baby,
put your pain on your lover ♪

♪ I think you're smart ♪

♪ you sweet thing ♪

♪ tell me your name ♪

♪ I'm dyin' here ♪

- ♪ ahh-ooooh ♪
- ♪ suffer, suffer, it don't get no rougher ♪

♪ ooh, got you
where I want you ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ I got you
where I want you ♪

♪ yeah ♪

- ♪ got you where I want you ♪
- ♪ suffer, suffer ♪

♪ want you,
want you, yeah ♪

♪ where I want you ♪

♪ got you where I want you ♪

♪ got you where I want you ♪

♪ got you where I want you. ♪

♪ Da-Dee-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah ♪

♪ now it's time
to live your life ♪

♪ sittin' back
and out of sight ♪

♪ you almost get the feelin'
that you're free ♪

♪ lay back
in your easy chair ♪

♪ close your eyes
like you don't care ♪

♪ it's easier to follow
than to lead ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ you feel the need inside ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ leave it all behind ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ let it slide ♪

♪ it's time
to find your wings ♪

♪ to fly away ♪

♪ time is rolling by ♪

♪ tell me you can't
feel it sliding ♪

♪ dreaming all their dreams ♪

♪ floating free,
now we are flying ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ you feel the need inside ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ leave it all behind ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ let it slide ♪

♪ it's time
to find your wings ♪

♪ and fly away ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ you feel the need inside ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ leave it all behind you ♪

♪ sometimes ♪

♪ let it slide ♪

♪ it's time
to find your wings ♪

♪ and fly away ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ da-Dee-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah. ♪

Let the light in.

Be excellent.

Yes.

Wonderful.

Meet... the musical...
Creatures...

That hide in the flowers.

Treat yourself.