Saturday School (2019) - full transcript

I didn't lay
a finger on the purse!

Kyler, enough!

- Hi.
- Yo.

So, all right, I gotta make this quick.

Back in Texas, I had this neighbor

who loved to invite
strange Mexican families

into her home for dinner.

Well, sometimes it was
breakfast and lunch,

but what tripped me out were

that these families were
all fresh off the street.

Like, they were all homeless.



All right, Garrett,

I called you out here about
the Encomienda System.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just listen.

So after some time,

I start noticing changes on her property.

Like I'd get back from school,

and there'd be a new water
fountain in the front yard,

or brand new windows, and one
time, a whole picket fence.

She was putting the Mexicans to work?

Yeah, they painted the
house inside and out.

Mate.

Oh, the arse on that totty is unmatched.

Oh.



Hello.

Shame there's no vaccine
to fight against dumb.

But she is stunning, stunning.

If vanilla's your flavor, man.

Now the Encomienda System.

All right, you have
this labor force, okay,

who's working for like...

TJ, quick!

Chocolate or vanilla?

Kyler, if you don't put me down,

I'm gonna produce something chocolate

from one end or the other.

Should've known
chocolate was your thing.

No, no, no.

How about a brownie, then?

That's called a wedgie.

Not if you don't wipe
your ass, you dirty shit.

Stop, Kyler.

The bullying tactics again, guys?

Oh no.

Don't you think you're better than this?

Not me, no actually.

I am.

Yeah?

Yeah, in fact I was
just telling Kyler here

about an extremely romantic
neighbor I used to have,

who would have wonderful candlelit dinners

with those she cared deeply about.

Mexican strays you called them.

Oh.

This is your routine?

Chum, I thought here in the States,

it went a bit more like this.

Hey, hey.

Fancy a magic trick?

- Huh?
- Fine.

Let's see it.

Hold out your hand.

Come on, come on.

♪ The galaxy, the universe tried
everything to make it work ♪

Isn't this magical?

Cute, but no.

Oh, come on.

And you should get back to class.

Garrett can't solve all your problems.

Yeah, obviously.

I don't need your help, all right?

All right, but I need yours, mate.

So could we get back to
the Encomienda System?

Dude, my neighbor was
repaying the Mexican families

with sexual favors.

That's how she got arrested and
has been in jail ever since.

The Encomienda System.

Oh.

Shit.

We good?

- Now why's that wanker Ms.
Michaels making us write

about such a manky topic?

US History, man.

Sounds a bit more like
European history if you ask me.

And as fate would have it,

I do believe that's the woman's purse.

Such a daft cow, that woman.

Leave Ms. Michaels alone.

Besides, you know she's
gonna be right back.

She sunbathes every day during her prep.

But she never leaves her purse behind.

She's forgotten it.

All right, well, have at
it, I gotta get back to class.

Oh, come on, mate.

I'll bet it's loaded with cash.

Come on, I'll split it with you.

Kyler, you're not serious.

C'mon, mate.

What's the worst that could happen?

♪ Running with the boys,
running with their bullshit ♪

Oh, AC's busted.

Look, I know it's like
100 degrees outside,

but it'll be worse inside
with the dust mites.

Besides, Satan's spawn
should feel right at home.

Welcome to Saturday School.

Come on.

♪ Knock it out the park when
I'm sick and in the bull pen ♪

♪ I'm too ahead of my time ♪

♪ You could have been on my line ♪

♪ Can't do it better than mine ♪

♪ I play the rhythm and die
for every nickel and dime ♪

♪ Because I'm sick in the mind ♪

♪ Sick of my lyricism, intricate rhymes ♪

♪ They wanna pick at it, try to rebut me ♪

♪ Utterly a waste of their time ♪

This is a no excuse zone.

All I need you to do is
show up and do your work.

I will provide everything you need.

So what are we doing here?

In life?

No idea.

I was hoping maybe one of
you shitheads could tell me.

Ms. Michaels, don't you
think it's a bit excessive

to be calling us names?

Oh, I see.

I see that you see the urgency

in finding respect for yourself

when your little feelings are hurt.

But when it comes to your
grades, honor, and dignity,

who needs self respect, huh?

My grades are fine.

As are your bank accounts, right?

I ain't take shit.

Excuse me?

With all due respect, ma'am,

I think you've lost the plot a bit.

If your superiors have already
grilled us over the matter

and we say we didn't
do it, we didn't do it.

The only thing you didn't
do was your schoolwork, ever.

Now, there was a purse
and then there wasn't.

School cameras show
five of you in the area

when the purse was taken.

Five students out of 1,700.

Oh, so unfortunate mistakes.

But what the camera didn't show is

which one of you is sticky fingers.

So then why are we here?

To do your six weeks.

Look, now we can either come clean

or we can all stay and get dirty.

Anyone?

I don't know about the rest of them,

but I took a shower this morning.

Does that mean I can leave?

But you missed in
between your ears, toots.

Let's start with the
ice breaker, shall we?

This is bullshit.

Bullshit?

That game is quite a
conversational starter.

But today we're gonna play something

called the lies, the
truth, and the absurd.

Care to do the honors, England?

No.

I'm sober right now.

I love my job.

I married my cousin?

There's no way this is real.

Of course it's real.

It's called an example, twit.

I'd say "married my
cousin" is the absurd.

You've
played this one before, huh?

So then "I love my job" is the truth?

There's no way this lazy
sod actually loves her job.

Look at her.

She's clearly hammered right now.

Oh, so now you care?

Well, how hot was the cousin?

Ew, no.

Look, maybe she gets her
enjoyment from watching us suffer.

No way.

You never know.

This could all be an act.

If the nutter had a pistol,

she'd off herself in front of us.

This is ridiculous.

Dude, that's a little harsh.

I know, man, and I don't
want to be, I know...

I married my cousin.

Sober right now.

I love my job.

The truth, the lie, and
the absurd, in that order.

Cousin through marriage.

I overheard her talking about
it in the office last week.

What's a ninny like
you doing in the office?

Oh, tummy ache, ay?

Kyler and Sky, you
two are partners, okay?

Scarlett and that other motherfucker.

And TJ, you got me.

But first let's take a break.

Lord knows I need one.

Hope this helps alleviate
some of your anger issues.

Did I do something to you?

Yeah, I'd say around 17 years ago

when you outpaced 100,000 other sperm.

No way your mom kisses
that mouth of yours.

My mom's dead.

No, I never knew my
father, and after my mom,

I've just been moving back
and forth from England

with my aunt ever since.

Look, if you need someone

to smack a few balls around
with, I'll be your test dummy.

How 'bout a shag?

I thought girls still had
cooties to second graders.

Or is there something you wanna tell me?

You think I fancy you?

No, I'd rather stick this
racket so far up my arse

than to have a go with you.

Do you plan on being an asshole

for every assignment?

Well, I am known for
other parts of my body.

Look, I wanna
be done with this place.

Okay, so can we at least agree

to be serious while we're working?

Let me get something straight.

This country is run by celebrities,

your schooling systems are
run by drunks and potheads,

yet you want me to be
serious about my education?

Well, yeah.

You should find yourself a new partner.

So I'm gonna say that your lie is

you do 100 one-armed push ups a day.

But don't be mad

because it's totally
obvious that you work out.

Your absurd is you took the
cash out of Ms. Michaels's bag.

And your truth is you've
already been accepted

into Harvard and Mitt.

MIT?

It's okay, sometimes I
have trouble spelling too.

Garrett!

Huh?

So are you gonna tell me
if I got the answers right?

Have you ever liked someone
who doesn't even notice you?

I'm sure I've been there before.

So if you were me,

what would you say to
get Sky to notice you?

To get lost.

What?

Look into her eyes when
you're talking to her.

See if you can look inside and
see how tender her heart is.

And maybe you can tell him

how much you adore his gorgeous smile.

Scarlett, you have a thing for Kyler?

Her.

I meant you can tell her

how much you adore her gorgeous smile.

Got it.

You didn't steal the purse.

I know because you're a terrible liar.

Having sex with over 100
guys is absurd for anyone

who doesn't live on a Las Vegas ranch.

And I think it's true,

you don't deserve your
reputation for being a slut.

We done?

"I don't like girls."

That's my truth.

At all?

Sometimes on Tuesdays.

What you gonna do when it's
time for you to have kids?

I don't really think they'd fit

out my butthole, Ms. Michaels.

Look, if you know who took my money,

why don't you just tell me,
and let me get you outta here?

Maybe that's not his truth.

That doesn't seem to
be any of your truths.

I mean, Kyler here's a quack,
you girls are clueless,

and, well, TJ here is a gay.

What, Garrett, you gonna
tell me you think he's cute?

So, can we go now?

Sure, leave.

I mean, whether you leave
now or at the end of the day,

we better get used to the
sound of each other's voices.

Because if y'all don't run me my money,

or give me a better effort around here,

I'm gonna be scheduling
a few more Saturdays.

I didn't take the purse.

That must be the lie.

Oh, I'm certain it would take someone

who spends the day on her back to know.

That must make your attitude the absurd.

Get over yourself, TJ.

I know exactly how to say I'm not a thief.

Is thief spelled T-H-I-E or T-H-E-I?

Scarlett, come on,
you're better than that.

I before E except after C.

T-H-I-E, oh.

♪ And on his farm he had some chicks ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-ho ♪

Pretty sure Old MacDonald
had some pigs too.

What's the old
sod got you into today?

Gotta plead our case.

Let the rogue cop know
our leading suspects.

We need a pencil for that?

Would you like to see an assignment

that would motivate you to use one?

Actually, I do.

Care to have a go at a runner?

The last thing I wanna do
in this heat is go for a run.

Hey.

Kid, get off the gay porn

and do tell me how the
Americans say scurry off,

no, not scurry off.

Run away.

Escape?

That's it.

And what if she wakes up?

I'm sure we can leg it back

before the drunkard even
realizes what day it is.

Now shall we have a go?

Or are you too posh for your own request?

Posh.

Really need to get one

of those British translation dictionaries.

Thanks, man.

Are you sure you know
where you're going?

Positive.

All right.

I believe you call this Spin
the Bottle in the States.

But I like mine with a little twist.

What you guys gonna do, you're
gonna write down any question

or dare you can think of.

Write it down.

Gotta spell it right.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Dude, I gotta ask, is that a diary?

No, it's a journal.

Okay.

Can dish it, but can't take it?

Oh, do your worst.

Anyone who doesn't answer or
perform the dare, must drink.

Unless cowardice has already
overtaken this country.

I think we'll stick with the dares.

Or whatever else is in the damn bottle.

All right.

Come on, Betty, better
put up or show up, right?

Let's see, we've got "Take
off an article of clothing."

This your work?

Guess cowardice spread from England.

Contagious much?

Come on, buddy, what you
gonna do, what you gonna do?

Contagious?

Oh!

Smells a little contagious.

That's disgusting.

Dude.

What?

That's lame, gross.

"Kiss Kyler."

Oh, are we doing it or what?

Do it, do it, do it.

Just give me the bottle.

Wow.

Talk about lame.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

Yum.

All right, hand me the bottle.

Here you go.

"Sky or Scarlett?"

Oh, brilliant!

I guess we know who wrote that one.

Sky.

Aww!

Geez, come on, let's go.

Scarlett.

Why are we doing this again?

Oh.

'Cause we got nothing else to do?

Fine.

"Kiss."

What's it say?

"Kiss Kyler."

Here she comes.

O for two, Kyler.

Well done.

Oh, TJ!

TJ, let's see it.

It's okay to breathe, buddy.

Yeah, just...

That's how friends hang out.

Yeah, come on, loosen
up a little bit, man.

Maybe he needs a shot or two.

I ain't kissing no Kyler.

Hey, hey, hey, just
because he likes guys

doesn't mean he likes you, man.

I mean, you always have
always been prettier than I.

Just hand him the bottle already.

I hate the suspense.

Just let me get it over with.

Let's see.

"Remove an article of clothing."

Just give me the bottle.

Oh, come on!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do you always think you're better

than everybody around you?

- Oh!
- Oh!

Seems that way.

Yeah, posh, right?

- Totally posh.
- Posh.

Oh.

♪ I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you ♪

♪ I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you ♪

♪ I love you, I love you ♪

All right, cover yourself up.

Made your point.

Come on.

What's in the box?

Mock trial, with a twist.

Guys are girls and girls are guys.

Then you'll argue until I'm satisfied.

Why do we have to switch genders?

Why can't we just be ourselves?

Because I don't like you.

I figured that.

There you go, that's you.

How many people have
you been with, Garrett?

It's Garretta, sweetie.

Ms. Michaels, if he isn't
gonna be taking this seriously,

then what's the point of this activity?

Sustained.

Answer the question, Garretta.

Two.

How does it feel to be a slut?

I've been with two people in my life,

and that makes me a slut?

Yeah, it does.

So if I'm a slut, what's
that make someone like you?

Am I supposed to be asking
the questions or what?

Sustained.

Answer the question, Garrett.

It feels unfair.

How can I be a slut when I don't even feel

like I know what I'm doing in the bedroom?

Hey!

You like it when I can
see everything, don't you?

No!

And if you do it again,

I'm gonna treat you like
that mustache is real.

Oh, the fiesty kind.

You mean it makes you uncomfortable

when I touch you without your permission?

Yes, I do.

And it's called self respect.

Can I ask a few questions now?

Overruled!

Sky and TJ, you're up.

So, how many people
have you been with, Sky?

Jesus, you guys don't
have any other questions?

We're high school students.

Touche.

Sky?

None.

I guess you could say I'm saving myself

for the right person.

Oh, so you're a lame?

A lame?

Mm-hmm, a nerd, a geek, a dork.

How does saving myself for
someone special make me a dork?

Can I have a go at this?

Objection!

Seriously?

Sorry, Sky, fair is fair.

Fine.

No, I'm not a lame.

Come on, Ms. Michaels.

I have somethin' to say here.

A bit late to the party, aren't we?

How can I be sure that
you're even serious?

Ms. Michaels, this is excessive!

Overruled.

Ms. Michaels, can I at least have a run

at a few questions now?

Garrett, running from your problems

isn't going to solve anything.

Maybe if you looked around,

you might realize that the
answers are staring you

right in the face.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I answered every single
one of your questions.

The least you could do
is answer a few of mine.

Fine, what questions do you have for me?

Well, they're more for Sky actually.

Ms. Michaels!

TJ, knock it off!

You okay with me calling you a lame,

even when you say you ain't one?

Of course not, idiot.

Easy, Sky!

Were you even aware
that boys get bullied

for their lack of sexual experience?

Well, yeah, that's why...

I'm listening.

That's why so many of them lie about it.

What kind of advice would
you give someone like me?

I would say to be patient.

You'll know the right
person when you meet them.

And someone like Kyler?

First of all, I would
tell him to be on time.

Because if he can't be on time
to the things that matter,

when he opens his eyes, he's
going to realize the things

that matter to him have expired.

Hey, you said you had something to say.

Hopefully, you can do it in
a manner that isn't too curt,

or brusque as you teens so typically do.

All right, I'll be here from now on.

Ms. Michaels, class.

I'm serious.

And we're off.

See you after the break.

Make you feel any better?

What's that supposed to mean?

You seem a little upset, that's all.

Had another row with me aunt yesterday

about the bloody dishes again.

I can't figure it out.

I wash the dishes by hand,

she gets on me about
putting them in the washer.

When I put 'em in the washer,

she wants me to take my time
with washing them by hand.

Can't win.

What?

You wash dishes?

Well, of course.

Unless you expect the swine to starve.

No.

The swine, I mean,

I realize you have to eat.

No, me aunt, she works such long hours.

I can only stomach so much pepperoni

from the dumpster outside
Fred's Pizza sometimes.

You don't?

Why wouldn't I?

Because it's a dumpster, Kyler.

What, so you agree with them?

Agree with who?

What, you think we still hold
a grudge against the French?

When me stomach growls, and
the adults around are too busy

and want me to figure it out.

But I come up with me plan,

I'm no different than a tosser,
as far as they can tell.

I can't figure 'em out.

Well, you can't just go around

eating germ-infested food, Kyler.

Some things you should know on your own.

It's those expectations
that bring pressure,

don't you think?

If they're being
too hard on you, yeah.

But I'm pretty sure they
don't wanna see you suffer.

No man with half a wit is
eating out of a dumpster,

but how can they not see the
pressure they put me under

to perform successfully
is shaking me confidence?

Hard to get me timing right.

Do they even know what you want?

I mean, in life?

I don't know.

It's hard to jump off a bridge for them,

when you don't know if
they have your back or not.

Do you know what you want?

I think I do.

Well, you probably should be 100% sure.

In case the parachute
fails during the fall.

Who wants to kiss a boy anyway?

Ms. Michaels?

This better be good, you
interrupting my nap and all.

You're holding a newspaper.

I take it in the bathroom too.

Doesn't mean I'm reading it.

Gross.

Doesn't the newspaper leave
scars in your butthole?

I was wondering what you'd like...

Why TJ's still wearing
a skirt over there?

I thought we were clear.

The boy likes rainbows.

You know what, if you
don't put that phone down,

I'll be taking it.

We are testing, you know.

Actually, I was just wondering
what you'd like us to do

if we finish early.

I'm glad you asked.

You can get yourself stretched out

and head on over to the track.

Starting with you, Garrett.

♪ Come on ♪

♪ What is this meaning ♪

♪ I live my life but it seems ♪

♪ I can't predict ♪

Hey.

We're here because of you.

The least you could do is keep running.

Well, I never trained much
for track and field, okay?

So you're gonna have to
forgive me of my mistake.

Cheating isn't a mistake.

It's a choice.

Oh, you pick that up in Elle Magazine?

Get off my back, okay?

I didn't know Ms. Michaels
was gonna subject us all

to such cruel and
unusual punishment, okay?

I mean, god, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say we should hide from cheetahs

in this fucking Serengeti.

The way you're running,
you'd be the first one eaten.

You know what?

Okay, fine, all right, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

Are you happy now?

What else do you want from me?

Garrett, if I have to
spell it out for you,

maybe it's not worth wanting.

When did you learn to spell?

TJ, you're doing good, mate.

Let me guess, good
for a gay dude, right?

TJ, I'm not trying to
start with you back there.

I guess I was trying to avoid this.

I think we all know you're
a glutton for punishment.

I just wish you could come up with ways

to keep me out of it.

TJ, I haven't been
that bad to you, have I?

Kyler, you beat me up
to make yourself look good

in front of girls.

And you got me out here sweatin'

like one of Massa's runaways.

I don't know what black people
are like back in England.

But here?

Black folks don't do heat.

Feel like we 'bout to pick
some cotton or some shit.

Whoa.

Oi, hey.

You've got a little
soul in you, don't you?

Never heard you utter
more than a sentence.

Yeah, you know what they say.

It's the quiet ones you gotta watch.

Did you take the purse, TJ?

Actually, I was about to
ask you the same question.

What, me?

You promise to be
serious about your work,

and all of 10 minutes later
you're caught cheating?

Sounds like the breadcrumbs
of a serial liar.

I don't even eat cereal for breakfast.

All right?

I've done a lot of things in my life,

stealing ain't one of them.

Why should we believe
anything you say at this point?

Believe whatever you want.

But just know, those who point the finger

have three pointing back at themselves.

Delinquents!

I'll see you next Saturday!

I don't know how much more
of her antics I can take.

Not to worry, my good man.

I got something that can numb the pain.

Like what?

Molly?

So what else have you been hiding?

Nothing any different

than what's been stashed in your handbag.

I bet I have way less to worry about

in my backpack than you do in yours.

How about you two just switch already?

TJ.

Kyler's reputation would be ruined

if he was caught dead with a purse.

Oh, maybe you could bring the murse back.

This is stupid.

You think I give a toss
what's in your bag?

A girl gives a guy a chance
to go through her backpack,

and he declines?

Tell me you're willing to submit

to the origins of cowardice.

Fine, whatever.

Can we just exclude my...

Diary?

It's not a diary, it's a journal.

"Her laughter is the
rhythm of my heartbeat.

"One blink from her
beautiful lashes sends a gust

"of wind through my soul."

"I'd die a thousand deaths
to live 10 seconds with her."

"Love envies her."

Do you write?

I mean, I draw a lil bit.

Just give it to me.

Kyler, you can really write.

You did write that, didn't you?

The attitude totally makes sense now.

Look.

Tampon, Sky?

You literally walk around
with a stick up your butt.

Except it's up your...

Yes, I think we get the point.

Water balloons?

What, are you turning nine?

Don't sleep on a good birthday bash.

You guys don't like goody bags?

Scarlett?

Not gonna lie.

I live for the noisemakers.

See?

There are more ways to have
fun than popping pills.

All right, well, why don't you show us?

I bet I can accept a
challenge if you boys can.

Anything you girls can
do, we can do better.

Oh, it is on.

Let the games begin.

♪ Why ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Happier days when I, yeah, yeah, hey ♪

♪ Happier days when I cried ♪

♪ I don't have to tell a lie, hey ♪

♪ Blowing loud into the sky ♪

♪ Take a second to recline, yeah ♪

♪ Still got my eyes on the prize ♪

♪ And it's too late to rewind, yeah ♪

♪ Pick myself off of the ground ♪

♪ Put myself back on the line, yeah ♪

All right, I think you
all know the way this works.

First to five.

Catch or die, bitches!

Wait.

What happens if you lose?

When you lose.

Well, look whose water
balloons decided to drop.

What do you want?

Maybe some chocolate, strawberries.

My shot with you.

A date?

We're not even throwing fruit, moron!

For bragging rights.

Yes, a date.

Win first and maybe we can talk.

Scarlett, have you lost your mind?

Whoops.

One zip, mujeres!

This time, let's wait for the signal.

TJ?

Dude, thought
you were into Scarlett.

I said she was hot.

Exactly!

Yeah, I also said she was dumb as rocks,

which wasn't right of me.

She's sweet on you, mate.

Ready?

Toss.

Scarlett, make sure you
line up adjacent from him.

Um, Sky, sweetie.

There's no Jason here.

His name's Kyler.

Would it be wrong

if I fired the next water
balloon at her head?

Might jumpstart a few
neurons in her brain.

And we'd score, so two
birds with one stone.

Dude, are you trying to lose?

What, and walk a day in your shoes?

Of course not.

Incoming.

How 'bout you step up your game?

I'm getting sick

of your little bitch
pissing on my territory.

She's no animal, Scarlett.

Oh, now you have a heart?

What do you even see in her?

Look, Scarlett...

Ready?

Toss!

Hey, keep it up high.

It's easier to catch that way.

Maybe you should follow your own advice?

Oh, me partner's a tough guy now, eh?

Hey, settle down, boys!

Before the water...

In the face, you son of a bitch?

Now hang on a tick.

I didn't know it was
gonna hit you in the face.

Yeah, just like you don't
know anything about the money,

you selfish asshole?

You know, it's always gotta be about you.

You know I didn't lay a
finger on that woman's purse.

Hey, stop, stop, stop.

I'm sick of his barking!

Somebody needs to put this dog to sleep.

No, I...

A nap isn't gonna help, Garrett!

But you both could use a leash.

Kyler, stop, please.

No, no, I don't need you to stop me

from having a run-in with
the bloke, all right?

I can handle myself just fucking fine.

Hey, hey, look at me.

Why?

Why?

So I can continue to see your
eyes locked on someone else's?

Come on.

I'm standing right here, mate.

Yeah?

Wide awake.

♪ Lately I've been thinking
I got temporary feelings ♪

♪ Tell me different ♪

♪ Lately I've been thinking ♪

♪ I've been falling for
a person that ain't you ♪

♪ Can't blame me thinking different ♪

♪ You've been sharing ♪

♪ I don't hate you ♪

♪ I don't hate you ♪

♪ We aren't really dating ♪

♪ So I guess that's what
I get for setting places ♪

♪ Let me know I'm something ♪

♪ Let me know I'm worth it to you ♪

Heaven at last.

There goes my fruit.

Fuck me.

Hey.

No, not you.

Look.

Fuck me.

♪ Grim in your face ♪

♪ Grim for your dance ♪

♪ Grim from the streets ♪

♪ Grim for your yard ♪

♪ Grim in my feet ♪

♪ That means when time stops ♪

♪ Grim to the end, I mean my laugh ♪

♪ So me talking ♪

♪ Won't be long till they go off ♪

♪ Me, they are for mourning ♪

♪ You never said you'd walk off ♪

♪ Anybody on their ass ♪

♪ Coming to take time ♪

It's going to be okay, Teej.

When you get home, just
go straight to bed, okay?

Just because Sky ain't into me,

doesn't make me desperate.

You're cute, TJ.

Tomorrow, when you come off your trip...

I'm gonna stick
my foot so far up your ass,

you're gonna see my toes
wiggle out of your face.

What?

I said I wanna hear
this version of your story

out of your mouth.

Tomorrow when you come off your trip?

I still don't know why you have them.

Yeah, I feel like a
huge pile of shit, TJ.

I said...

I'm gonna feed you
a huge pile of shit, TJ!

Shit!

- Fuck me.
- Fuck me.

Delinquents!

Today we are gonna go rapid fire improv.

And that is where the audience
calls out a random theme

and the actors on the
stage stay married to it

and give me the best
performance of a lifetime.

For better or for worse.

Scarlett, TJ.

Stranded on a desert island.

Come on.

And action!

Thanks, TJ.

Home sweet home.

What are you talking about?

We're shipwrecked.

There's no food, there's no mirrors.

And what are we gonna do without the gram?

Oh, that's right.

I almost forgot before
Instagram how much time I wasted

having to imagine what
my friends looked like

riding the bus.

I'm serious, TJ.

We could die out here.

Scarlett.

It's cold, it's lonely, and
there's no toilet tissue.

It's your wedding day!

This is the happiest
day of my life, papi!

Papi?

I thought I told you
I didn't want no kids.

You telling me you're pregnant?

Well, that's what
married couples do, TJ.

Cookies on Christmas.

Netflix and popcorn on Friday nights.

And if you want to keep a smile
on your face in the bedroom,

summer vacations in Saint Tropez.

Not if there's a little
knucklehead inside you.

What kind of man you know got time

for a goddamn crumb snatcher?

Especially,

especially if it's a little boy.

Lord knows I ain't got no
time for no dumb-ass lil boy.

Ms. Michaels.

I don't think he's acting.

Got it.

Come on.

You know what?

Let's just scrap the rest
of this assignment, okay?

I'll see y'all next week.

So I'm lying in the bed

with this utter beaut, fast asleep.

And keep in mind I'd been
fantasizing for months

about how I'm going to impress this girl.

I had eggs, bacon, potatoes all ready

for our morning feast together, right?

And out of nowhere, me
stomach starts gurgling.

At three in the morning, mate.

So how'd you weasel
your way outta this one?

I mean, as only a weasel would.

I slipped me arm out from underneath her.

I tiptoed through the front door.

And I shat on the sidewalk
beside her neighbor's gate.

I left the poor girl with no food

and I wiped me arse with me underoos.

You should write books, man.

You've got stories for days.

I mean, what do you
think I have in here?

May I?

"I won't pretend."

"I cry, I bleed, I lie."

"This is who I am."

Haiku, right?

Aye.

This is deep.

Like, how could you say you won't pretend,

but then say you lie?

It's like the perfect contradiction.

- Because we're human.
- Because we're human.

Exactly.

Yeah, I feel like it's my way
of saying I'm gonna be myself

even if it means being a fuck up.

How's that working out for you?

I think I'm still a fuck up.

But I'm tryin'.

I wish I had your confidence.

Like no matter what they say to you or do,

you just keep on truckin'.

As do you.

TJ, I've been knocking you down

for shits and giggles a long time now.

And you're still standin', lad.

I mean, you've got my respect.

For what it might be worth, but.

You deserve better from me.

We'll work on that.

May I?

Delinquents.

Your attention please.

"Dear Love, I see you,"

"but when I look back,
you see a big red nose,

"an upside down smile and a muted voice.

"I bang on an invisible
wall that surrounds me"

"to inch closer to your warmth,"

"but I am silent to you.

"I'm surrounded by roses,
yet I'm oh so alone."

"And you're on to the next."

"Sincerely, Who Am I?"

Kyler, your thoughts.

You're asking Braveheart over there?

What's he gonna tell you about love?

Hey.

Why so disrespectful?

We're talking about a guy
who paints his nails black

for Valentine's Day.

But he's not from Scotland,
and that movie was about...

A broken heart.

"Surrounded by roses, yet oh so alone."

The person writing this letter
is a broken heart, right?

Well, it's a gotta be a mime, Scar.

Big red nose, upside down smile.

Banging on walls without sound.

It's like he's trapped
inside a box to his audience,

which serenades him with roses,

but fails to realize
he's dying to get out.

To find love.

I do agree with you that it is a mime,

but only in a metaphorical sense.

I believe the letter to love
here is from TJ himself.

That's stupid.

How so?

He likes boys.

And now he's writing about
clowns desperate for love?

It's hypocritical.

I mean, none of this shit makes any sense.

The writer of that stupid letter

might as well be Kyler himself.

What, something you wanna
get off your chest, mate?

We can finish our little scrum right now.

I got a few rounds in me.

All I need is one.

Ms. Michaels!

If they want another
Saturday with me, by all means.

Come on.

You know, screw this!

Love, still undefeated.

Interesting euphemism.

But you are an interesting kid,

so par for the course I guess.

You know, I think I agree with Kyler

that you were writing a letter to love.

But what's unclear to me is

who is this love that you're writing to?

You know, TJ, I think if
you're honest and open

about your emotions, you might
find out she likes you too.

I don't like girls.

In my history class,

we've been talking about Manifest Destiny.

Have you been paying attention?

Americans believed it
was their God-given right

to move out west on the continent.

Haven't missed a day of your
US History class, Ms. Michaels.

So what do you think would've happened

to America without this belief?

World peace?

They probably would've never
had a chance for expansion,

and that means you might not be here.

Would you be okay with that?

Well, no.

Thank you for sharing
your opinions with me.

You know, TJ, whether it's girls you like,

or boys, or donkeys.

Well, no, not donkeys
'cause that's just weird.

But have some kids, sir.

It would really be a shame
if they were never here

to share their opinions with you.

Ms. Michaels?

If you had something
to get off your chest.

And no, I'm not talking about that,

but would you just come
right out and say it?

Those things have a way of coming out

when they're supposed to.

Now let's rally up the troops

and you can help me to the dumpster, okay?

In case last night's spaghetti

or whatever is upsetting
my stomach comes back up.

- What?
- I don't get you.

Wouldn't expect you to.

You're just like all the others.

Excuse me?

Look, why don't we just stop

whatever we've got goin' on here

before somebody gets hurt, all right?

Hey.

Am I going too rough for you?

That poor baby worried about
me stealing his lollipop.

Are you on drugs, woman?

If I'd have known we
were still getting high,

I wouldn't have tossed
those pills for you.

When you gonna realize
you're good enough

to start making the
right decisions for you?

What?

What, now we're back in the second grade?

You gonna tell all the kids
to get me out in four square?

Was my serve too rough for you?

You wouldn't make it past
the first square, right.

Okay, maybe not,

but I'd get right back
in line until I did.

You would, wouldn't you?

Sure would.

And I wouldn't go down without a fight.

Is that what you're doing here?

Right now?

Well.

I say if you're gonna
cry, cry tears of victory.

If you're gonna hate, hate
that you can't find love.

And if you find love,

then love the joy, pain, and the fight

that comes along with balancing both.

Wow.

I'm clearly not the
only writer between us.

You saw my work at the lake.

Oh yeah, the notepad, yeah.

Do you have any plans to
write after high school?

After college, maybe.

But I'm not as good as you.

What do you plan on doing
with all that talent?

Stop it.

One has to actually graduate

in order to plan for the future.

Kyler, I'm serious.

Everything you put onto
paper is incredible.

Wait.

Has no one ever told you how good you are?

Can we just change the subject?

Wow.

How've you gotten by all this time

without anyone knowing how gifted you are?

You think I'm gifted?

Kyler, I've been writing my whole life.

And I've never been able to come up

with anything as thought-provoking
and eloquent as you.

She thinks me brilliant, all right!

Okay, after graduation,

we'll give the college bit a bit of a run.

Oh, okay.

And then we'll have a
massive wedding, two kids,

and then we're off to Hollywood.

There.

How about we start

with finishing Saturday School?

And maybe a little kiss right now.

All right.

Yeah.

♪ Word around town is I
got the city bumping ♪

♪ And frankly they did
not see that coming ♪

♪ I'm the perfect mix of the gestapo ♪

♪ And on top I'm with Picasso ♪

♪ Except my skin is blacker ♪

♪ And watch me drop the needle ♪

♪ Into the fetal
position, get my rock on ♪

♪ Old friends want to get their talk on ♪

♪ Making excuses for why I made it ♪

♪ 'Cause they hate to see me spot on ♪

♪ I just narrow down my targets ♪

♪ Right until I'm locked on ♪

What the fuck?

Sky may be Juliet, but
he sure ain't no Romeo.

There's probably more
shade back at the quad.

More action too.

Yeah, but the Warden's there.

I don't know about you guys,
but this shit's getting old.

And today is starting to make boring look

like a New Year's party.

That was a good one, Scar.

Yeah?

Jeez.

You tryin' to give us
a heart attack, mate?

If not, we'd die from
heat stroke anyway.

Might as well have a little
bit of fun before we go.

Okay, no one is going anywhere,

and why do you have that bottle?

Oh.

Well, it's Kyler's.

Last time, we barely put a dent in it,

so I took it from your backpack.

Hope you don't mind.

My drinking days are over.

So strip.

Oh, no.

You boys have seen enough.

So, win.

Let's play.

What's the game?

TJ, haven't you learned
anything from the last time?

It's not that I like the high life,

but I haven't had that much
fun in my life until that day.

Also you guys were just complaining

about how bored you were.

Let's play.

All right!

So each one of us will
take a turn being it.

And the rest of us will huddle up

and come up with a real
secret of one of ours.

The person who is it will have one chance

to guess whose secret has been revealed.

Okay.

That's what I'm talking about.

But we play by two rules.

One, strip or drink if you guess wrong.

Two, no lame secrets.

Scarlett, no one cares that
you bite your toe nails.

But TJ, if you've had a
thing with, say, an Auntie,

now that's a secret worth
drinking in the nude for.

Oh, no thanks.

I like chicks but not dicks.

I volunteer for Scarlett to go first.

Okay, this is stupid.

And Kyler, why do you
still have that bottle

in your backpack?

Old habits die hard.

Fuck off.

Fuck you.

Hey, guys, just start the game.

Sky.

Are you good?

Yes.

Someone slapped your mom for a fucking.

One of you slapped your mom

for fucking your brother
in a burning kitchen.

Gotta be Scarlett.

Girl, get your shit together.

We said one of our moms
slapped our brother

for fucking up by nearly
burning down the kitchen.

That's what I said.

Am I wrong if I smack
sense into this bitch?

- What?
- She's drunk.

Well, who was it?

Oh, nailed it.

TJ, you're up.

Is anyone burning to
offer up another secret?

That's funny, 'cause I thought

you were holding something back.

Or maybe Scarlett has something to share.

I mean...

I lied about my truth.

And while I haven't been with 100 guys,

I have been with over 20.

No shit?

You're a walking HIV strand, you know?

I knew my instinct was
right to stay away from you.

Garrett!

Control yourself, mate.

Come on.

Dude, we don't have any cups.

You can share the bottle
with her, but I'd rather...

I can put up with a lot of shit,

but I won't tolerate the slut shaming.

Not anymore.

Okay, you know what, fine.

All right, let's all
just continue, shall we?

Okay, champ.

One of us has had sex with over 20 people.

Take a wild guess on who.

TJ, before you join team judgment,

I want to make it clear
that I love my sexuality.

But from now on, whoever I
decide to share myself with,

they're gonna have to earn it.

You mean
they'll actually have

to say please next time?

Fuck you, Sky!

I'm so sick of your shit,

I feel like I'm the
one who needs a toilet.

Oh.

You know, it's that attitude

that puts pressure on girls like me

to do whatever it takes
to please our boys.

You're always scoffing at our clothes,

making assumptions about
how we earned our grades,

and probably mixing up the pot with rumors

about people we didn't actually do.

By the time we get a chance to hang out

with somebody we're interested in,

they've already made up
their minds about us.

Only choice we get is put up or shut up.

But that's okay.

Because I know the truth is
you wish you could be me.

No one who shaves their
bikini line likes the thought

of being a virg.

Except for anyone who's
slept with over 20 people.

- All right, all right.
- Chick fight.

I don't
wanna do this anymore.

I said I wasn't going to do this anymore.

Well, then stick to your word, psycho!

I'm not!

You know what?

You guys can believe whatever you want.

I'm a different person now.

I know, Scar.

Me too.

Since we're all sharing secrets here,

I guess this is a good
time for me to tell you,

I'm not gay.

This is who I am.

So you changed your mind?

Just like that?

You can do that?

When you know what it's like

to be hazed more for being
a virgin than for being gay,

then maybe we can talk.

But until then,

how 'bout you look into
some sensitivity classes?

That or, I don't know, maybe rehab.

I guess it's safe

to say you owe me a couple more Saturdays.

And they say I'm the drunk.

♪ A curse ♪

♪ If I told you how I feel ♪

♪ If I told you how I feel ♪

Well done, England.

And now we're going to see
if the sky is the limit,

or if the limit is truly the sky.

See what I did there?

Stage is all yours, little lady.

♪ Be together ♪

♪ Now and forever ♪

♪ Be together ♪

♪ I'm not afraid of ♪

♪ You're crying inside and
you're trying to hide ♪

♪ But I can see the truth ♪

♪ You're just as afraid
we'll all run away ♪

♪ I'm not afraid of you ♪

♪ You're telling your
lies and ready to die ♪

♪ Just to be with you ♪

Still think she's a better fit with me?

Is that right?

Think we both know
she'd be in safer hands.

There's no way I'd let
her get peer pressured

into a drunken stupor if she was my girl.

Just because you had one bout

with liquid courage one afternoon

doesn't make you any less boring, right?

And I'm pretty sure Sky's
not looking for vanilla.

Are you sure your sex count isn't

as high as, say, Scarlett?

Oh, that's right.

You lost count after 20.

You might wanna keep
your nose outta of my ass.

No brown nosers here, my good man.

But eventually, she's going
to catch on to your stench.

♪ Who am I to fall in love ♪

♪ Are you here with me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm here with you ♪

♪ Are you really with me ♪

♪ 'Cause I've fallen in love ♪

♪ It's all I can do ♪

Yeah, but I don't understand

why she deserves a second chance?

People make mistakes, mate.

I reckon you've made a
mistake in the past as well.

Tables turn?

What's that supposed to mean?

Just nice for you to join us is all.

Thought you
guys would be at the quad.

What, cat got your tongue?

That pussy
scratched my throat out.

Too much singing, I guess.

Well, save your voice.

You're going to need it
to silence Garrett here,

who's under the impression

that people don't deserve second chances.

You in agreement?

If that's the
case, you'd all be in jail,

with a cellmate named Big Boo.

What's the point of all this?

I thought you teens loved a good scrap.

Normally, all you do is argue.

Not interested in debating today?

The debates.

The acting and singing.

You have us out here acting
like clowns, and for what?

What could you possibly gain

from putting us through all this?

You know, when Mike Tyson tries

to knock a guy's teeth out,

I'm pretty sure he's more focused

on getting his hands on
the championship gold

than he's worried about how
sore he's gonna be the next day.

We're not your lab rats, okay?

And who on God's green
earth is Mike Tyson?

Seriously, Garrett?

I'm sure we've all fallen
our asses once or twice

trying to moon walk.

Scarlett, I think
that's Michael Jackson.

Nobody said anything

about auditioning for
America's Got Talent, okay?

We shouldn't have to do any of this.

Do I hear a confession coming?

I wouldn't dare steal from an old lady.

45 is not old!

You're 45?

Ms. Michaels, you should
invest in some Botox.

Oh, okay.

Well.

"It's always the quiet ones."

"No doubt it was TJ."

Scarlett, you think TJ
took my purse, right?

TJ, this was before I knew the real you.

I know who took it.

- Okay.
- Oh, really?

Well, when I asked you
to write your alibi,

all you wrote was three little words.

"Take your pick."

And now you want everybody
to respect your voice, right?

Ms. Michaels.

Oh, okay.

"Not only did I see Kyler bullying TJ

"and talking to Garrett about cheating

"on Ms. Michaels US History exam,

"but I also was headed to the bathroom"

"and I overheard him
practically begging Garrett"

"to steal the purse with him."

I didn't write that to you.

Oh, but you admit that you wrote it?

To who, our principal, maybe?

And Kyler.

Kyler, you wrote nothing.

Knowing damn well that you took food

out of my family's mouth.

And now you refuse to come
forward in order to what?

Protect your friends?

I knew you went back for that purse.

I don't have anything to do with it

but you couldn't resist, could you?

Kyler gets what Kyler wants.

Isn't that right, Scarlett?

Garrett, don't.

Oh, you just sit down and listen, right?

"She was as sweet as a peach,

"with even less fuzz a few
inches beneath her belly button.

"Between the sheets, a
gentle animal if you will.

"By no means was I a lion tamer,

"but I know it takes a true lion"

"to please such an
experienced sexual genius."

"Scarlett."

Sky, that was before you.

Zip it.

For a change.

So, do we all still
believe in second chances?

Maybe you're right.

I don't need a second chance from scum!

I don't need a second chance from a drunk

and I certainly don't need
a second chance from a rat.

Especially after I told all of you.

I didn't lay a finger on the purse!

Of course you did.

Klepto Kyler in the flesh.

Kyler, enough!

Hey!

If you cannot make it
through Saturday School,

this is your last chance.

Hey, this is your future.

The best you can do is cry?

I think we're all capable of
turning on the waterworks.

Maybe you should try something different.

Or are you just incapable
of telling the truth?

The hell are
you talking about, TJ?

I saw her take it.

Is this true?

Stop, Sky.

You don't have to...

I can't believe I put
so much energy into you.

You played us.

I guess that concludes our debate.

Could drive cross
country in a week's time.

That guy just can't get over himself.

Or someone.

I'm sorry, man.

I should've told you.

After all I've done to you?

Stop it.

Oh, so you're good?

Because I was wondering
if you would mind driving

when Scarlett and I join you
and Sky on a double date.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on a tick.

I'm done with Sky.

Done.

No, you're not.

I've seen what happens when
you're done with someone.

It's black eyes for the guys.

And it's jealous fits watching you move on

to your next prospect for the ladies.

You've been watchin' me, eh?

Rule of thumb for geeks,
always keep danger on your radar.

See, that right there,
that's what bothers me, TJ.

You shouldn't have to do that.

Live in fear?

Especially not because of
a numb bloke like that.

I deserve everything I've gotten.

Yeah, maybe.

But you gotta take the good with the bad.

And if the bad is Saturday
School, then the good is Sky.

She loves you, man.

There's no hiding her feelings for you.

We all saw that.

What made you record her

nabbing the ole lady's purse anyway?

Like, how'd nobody see you?

I'm not gonna lie, Kyler, I
was really pissed off with you

for messin' with me that day.

So I went to the one place

where I knew I could be by myself.

The bushes.

I saw the purse myself and I thought, hey,

Ms. Michaels, she'll come back for it.

Next thing I know, Sky popped up.

And I'm thinking, okay, maybe
she's gonna take it to her.

But the way she kept
looking over her shoulder

as she went through it
gave me weird vibes,

so I hit the red button.

Why didn't you tell?

I mean, before.

Guys like me don't have
much to do on the weekends.

So I figured I'd tell when I got bored

or I got tired of being here.

But to be honest,

you keep things pretty
interesting wherever you go.

And then I saw how much you liked her

and I figured things would blow over

once Saturday School was over,

but I couldn't let them
blame you, you know?

I didn't take the purse,

but somehow I still feel
like this is all my fault.

We all played a part in it.

Yeah, and Scarlett?

Casualty of war.

Wow, it looks like
someone just ate your puppy.

Wait.

I look horrified?

Or are you trying to
tell me I look horrible?

I know my homophones.

But...

And I know when a girl needs a friend.

You're here because of me,
and you wanna be my friend?

I don't deserve you.

Aww.

Listen, I know when your
idols become your rivals,

it can be hard to go back again.

But look at you.

You so look up to me again.

That's a big step.

I was so hoping we could
get a selfie together.

Yeah.

And I promise I won't record you.

Babe, we seriously need
to work on your smile.

Anywho.

For what it's worth, I
know you're a good person.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Way deep in there,

there's a little girl
dying to love someone.

And it may not seem like it right now,

but he's dying to love you too.

Just give it some time.

Thank you, Scarlett, that's really nice.

I'm sorry I put my hands on you.

Don't worry about it.

My words were just as bad.

I deserved worse, I'm sorry.

Okay, starting to get a little weird.

Yeah, anything past three
seconds is a little stalkerish.

Delinquents!

Hey.

16 years ago, a baby boy was born.

And he was born to a mother
who was a rolling stone

without the talent to back up
her heathen-like behaviors.

Truth is, she refused to stick
around all those years ago

and perform her duty as a parent.

She pops in every once in
a while to get her updates,

but she's no mom.

It tore up her heart when she found out

that the boy's foster father
ended up being a piece of shit

and hit the road.

A story I'm sure a few
of you can relate to.

Luckily for the boy,

he has no idea of his
parental arrangements.

Now this boy, he was
forced to run a marathon

because of the greed
and the selfish desires

of the adults around him.

Those adults were so drunken
with illusions of grandeur,

or what you kids would say, being a boss,

they didn't stop to even think of the fact

that they were making this boy run a race

with two broken legs.

At times, he walked,
limped, and even crawled

to the finish line.

Without enough water to
even keep him hydrated.

Now I'm sure a few of you are
probably rooting for this boy.

You want to know if he won the race

or if he even finished.

But my question to you is,

if you were thrown into the
same fire, what would you do?

Would you quit, finish, or win?

Now I have watched you
shitheads cuss each other out,

even draw blood from one another.

And I swear to God if
your arms was long enough,

you might have reached out

and smacked each other's
mommas a couple times.

Five years from now,

when you find yourself
feeling a little bit down

because life is hard

and you're wondering what
is the point of your journey

and everything that you've gone through,

just focus on the finish line.

And remember the boy.

It's final speech time.

Garrett?

I'm not exactly sure
what I've learned here.

To be honest, Saturday School sucks

for every kid in America.

I never took that purse, but here I am.

So if I have to say anything,

it's watch the company you keep.

I don't like liars.

I can do without instigators.

And I don't like cheese.

What?

Oh, like cheese doesn't put dimples

on the back of your thighs?

It's my fault you're all here.

I've been standing by
watching students get bullied

and ignored for being
themselves for so long,

that when I saw Kyler and
Garrett give TJ such a hard time,

I couldn't take it anymore.

And I guess it didn't help

that I caught you two in such
a flirtatious mood that day.

The last thing an angry
girl wants is to be hit on

by someone who doesn't take
the moment to say hello.

But that's still no excuse
for me punishing you.

I stole the purse.

As much as we can blame Sky for stealing

and not speaking up for us,

we could blame me as well
for keeping her secret.

But honestly, I'm glad it happened.

I haven't had this much fun

or felt this accepted in my entire life.

And I've learned that
in order to be accepted,

not only do you have to
be open about who you are,

but you have to be prepared

to accept whatever comes with that.

And I accept you guys.

I don't know everything,

but I'm working my ass off
to learn whatever I can.

And if Sky's right about anything,

it's that the bullying needs to stop.

Whether it's sexuality, weight, or money,

we all have our differences.

Besides, what would I look like

if I expected everybody to
look half as good as me?

I am curious about one thing though.

Sky, what'd you spend that money on?

Haters are everywhere
and they're gonna hate.

So long as I remember that,
I'm sure I'll be just fine.

I know it doesn't fix what I did,

but TJ, everyone, I never spent the cash.

I hope we've all learned to
believe in second chances.

Because I know I need one.

A few months ago, if this were a cliff,

I'd probably have written
you a thank you card

if you had pushed me off the ledge.

I wasn't a happy person,
and I was even less thrilled

to be here with all of you every Saturday.

But I'm not sure, without this place,

I'm not sure I would have even wanted

to graduate from high school.

And I definitely wouldn't have had

as many real friends as I do now.

I haven't always shown my best

that I care about much in life.

But you guys have given me a heartbeat.

Now I know I'm going to
graduate from high school

and I'm gonna do great things.

It's not only because I care,

it's because I'm surrounded
by so many people

that are gonna push me to do so.

Ms. Michaels, you said life was hard.

But I only tend to believe it's hard

if you don't have meaningful people

in your life to care for.

And that's the biggest lesson

that I've learned in
this paradise of yours.

Do you like it?

I made it myself.

I put a little jalapenos in the sauce

to give it a little extra oomph,

if you know what I'm saying.

You need a little extra
time in the bedroom, boy.

But in the meantime, it'll
put some hair on your chest.

One thing Ms. Michaels did right.

Really.

Wonder if there's more.

Well, guess I'll leave you guys to it.

Thanks, Scar.

It doesn't take a rocket doctor

to know when the you had me
at hello moment is coming.

So is she right?

Well, I don't hear any theme music.

I guess that answers
several of my questions then.

Which were what, exactly?

Well, I was sort of wondering

if that was our first
fight or our final goodbye?

Really?

If that's how you are
during your first fight,

who would ever be
interested in a round two?

Okay.

Final goodbye it is then.

Sky.

What?

Tie game.

You cheat!

These are your rules, woman.

I don't know why you
turned your back on me.

You know I'm always interested
in round two of a good scrap.

All right, easy there, rockstar.

What?

Well, you hear that?

What?

Think that's your heart pounding

or that's our theme music.

Those two should get a room.

Or someone.

Scarlett, I've never
been on a date before.

Do you think you might
wanna go out some time?

My treat.

It'd be a first for both of us.

Don't think I've ever seen
you so happy, Ms. Michaels.

Y'all have come a long way.

Especially that one.

He finally spoke his truth.

Got a little bass in his voice.

Yeah, but what about you?

Oh, son, my voice stopped
dropping many moons ago.

Unlike some other things,
if you catch my drift.

Yeah, yeah, I do.

But you might wanna ask TJ
about those broken legs.

In case you ever wanna
finish your own race?

♪ Lately I been thinking
I got temporary feelings ♪

♪ Tell me different ♪

♪ Lately I been thinking ♪

♪ I've been falling for
a person that ain't you ♪

♪ Can't blame me thinking different ♪

♪ You've been sharing ♪

♪ I don't hate you ♪

♪ I don't hate you ♪

♪ We aren't really dating ♪

♪ So I guess that's what
I get for setting places ♪

♪ Let me know I'm something ♪

♪ Let me know I'm worth it to you ♪

♪ Yeah, how did this happen ♪

♪ From little fights to snapping ♪

♪ Lots of tissues, issues ♪

♪ Tackling like Madden ♪

♪ Send a hit-stick towards the chatter ♪

♪ I'm too young to have attachments ♪

♪ This distraction ♪

♪ This irrational reacting ♪

♪ When I look into my past ♪

♪ See all my dreams ran past me ♪

♪ Asking, can I hit the blunt, man ♪

♪ I'm sure that I'll be sunken ♪

♪ But I realize that I'm up man ♪

♪ Women come and go so I don't
really give a fuck, man ♪

♪ Pulling up to the function, bumping ♪

♪ Flexing on pedestrians ♪

♪ Focused on you, how can I win ♪

♪ I'm focused on being the best to live ♪

♪ Living my best life ♪

♪ More bitches than packed in the venue ♪

♪ It's a message, shit ♪

♪ There's no need to get envious ♪

♪ Like Severus, just sever it ♪

♪ It's dead as shit ♪

♪ Fuck, that was it ♪