Afterschool
[audio static hissing]
[woman crying]
- [giggling]
- Whoa.
[laughing]
Here we go.
- [giggling]
[voices overlapping]
[men speaking
foreign language]
on piano]
- Boo!
- [laughs]
- Hey, sweetheart,
tell everyone your name.
- Cherry Dee.
- You're gonna blow me right?
- Yes.
- Then I'm gonna f*** you,
right?
- Yes.
- Then I'm gonna f*** you
in the ass, right?
- Yes.
- Then I'm gonna come
in your mouth, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- And you're gonna
swallow it, right?
- Yes.
- Sweetheart,
tell me your name.
- Cherry Dee.
- No, not your porn name,
your everyday name.
- I don't want to say
my real name.
- Why not?
- Because it's none
of anybody's business.
- So you won't mind
if I call you whore?
- No.
- Are you scared
Mom and Dad are gonna find out
their baby girl, Cherry Dee,
is a whore?
- No.
- You were expecting that,
right?
- No.
- I want you to say,
"Hi, Mom. "
Put your hands
behind your back.
"Hi, Mom,
I get f***ed for money. "
- "Hi, Mom...
I get f***ed for money. "
- You do think that, huh?
That's good.
It's good.
That's all right,
'cause I've broken you.
I see so many Cherry Dees,
and you know what I've learned?
You all like it like this.
Right?
Right, whore?
- Yeah.
- So get on the couch.
It's okay.
Get on the couch.
Get on the couch and spread.
- [panting and moaning]
Yeah, f*** me.
[rapid knocking on door]
- Coming.
Hold on.
[knocking continues]
Hold the f*** on!
- I smell cum.
- Dave, you do the math?
- No, I'm gonna do it tomorrow.
- Thanks.
You know, Nick,
the senior,
his dimes are, like,
twice the size.
- Yeah, well, if you want to
smoke some swaggy sh*t,
then go to Nick,
but I can just sell that to
some other freshman, you know?
- No, it's cool.
- All right.
And if you need me
to pick anything else up,
just tell me,
and next time I go to the city,
I'll pick it up for you,
all right?
- Where were you guys?
- We were with the Talberts.
- Again?
- We cut practice
to chill with them.
Nothing happened, though.
- I really can't tell
the difference
between the two of them,
can you?
- Nope.
- Rob, you don't even play
any sports, do you?
- No.
- Jesus Christ,
you're a p*ssy.
- F*** you, man!
- [snickering]
- No, get the f***
out of our room.
- You guys seen this clip yet?
- Which one?
- Check it out.
[voices overlapping]
- Sh*t.
Where is that?
- I don't know.
Some school somewhere.
- Jesus.
Look at that.
She's knocking the sh*t
out of her.
[laughter]
Jesus.
[alarm clock blaring]
- Wake up, Dave.
You're gonna be late
for morning meeting.
[alarm clock blaring]
- [laughing]
Let's quiet down because
there's a lot of announcements
to make this morning,
and pay attention.
There might be
a little note in here
maybe an activity
you never knew of
that'll turn out to be
your career,
and from one little announcement
Good morning.
Miss Jameson,
did you sleep all right?
You just missed
on announcements,
about you possibly
being inspired
to try something that will
ultimately be your future,
but I wouldn't worry.
McDonald's will most likely
still be hiring
after you graduate.
Ha, ha, ha, okay.
Enough fun.
I have Mr. Anderson here
with a note on
clubs and activities.
Remember, everyone
needs to do one activity,
either a sport
or afterschool club.
Failure to do so
will result in a markdown
on your report cards.
Okay.
Mr. Anderson.
[cheers and applause]
- "For Hecuba,
what's Hecuba to him
"or he to Hecuba,
that he should weep for her,
"what would he do
had he the motive
"and the cue
for passion that I have?
with tears
"with horrid speech
and make mad the guilty
"and appall the free,
confound the ignorant,
"and amaze indeed
the very faculties
of eyes and ears. "
All right, where are we going
with this?
Can anyone see?
"Hum, I have heard
"that guilty creatures
sitting at a play have,
"by the very cunning
of the scene,
"been struck so to the soul
"that presently they have
proclaimed their malefactions.
"For murder, though
I should have no tongue,
"will speak with most
miraculous organ.
"I'll have these players
play something
"like the murder of my father,
"before mine uncle.
"I'll observe his looks,
I'll tent him to the...
to the... "
Robert, do you know
- Hamlet's gonna have
the actors, um...
re-enact the murder
in front of his stepfather?
- Right, right.
That's right, Robert.
He's gonna play out the play
and have his stepfather
watch his own crime,
and, hopefully, his guilt
will drive a confession
out of him.
Right?
"The play's the thing,
wherein I'll catch
the conscience of the king. "
- F***.
- Dude, we're late.
Come on.
- One second.
Let's go.
Are you done?
- Yeah.
All right, just wait a second
before you come in.
- Here come your coke whores.
- See you after lunch.
- How does Dave know them?
- The Talberts?
I don't know, actually.
- Oh, sh*t.
for afterschool activities.
Is it two weeks or three weeks
until they start
taking points off?
- I don't know.
- Do you have to bring
your freshman friends
when you come here?
- Shut up.
He's not doing anything.
- Yeah, shut up.
- I think it's only two weeks,
so next week...
- I can kick your ass.
- Isn't your sister Maria
the senior?
- I don't know.
- You know
I f***ed your sister.
- Does she know that?
- Her p*ssy's so wet.
Did you know your sister's p*ssy
gets so wet?
All you got to do
You know, your sister gives
mad good head, right?
Gets the whole thing
down her throat.
Last time,
when she was sucking on my dick,
it only took me, like, a minute
before I came all over her face.
I bet you jerked off
to pictures of your sister, huh?
Next time we do it,
I'll find you.
I'll let you smell my fingers.
[laughs]
- What have you been
thinking about doing?
- Oh, uh...
- Yeah, me too.
- I don't really want
to play sports,
and I kind of want to do
something creative, I guess.
- Yeah.
Hey, Mom.
- Hey, honey,
what are you doing?
- I'm just waiting
for lunch to be over.
- How's school?
- It's all right.
I don't think
anyone likes me here, Mom.
- Oh, stop.
Why do you say that?
Everyone loves you.
Don't say stupid things
like that.
- No, I just
get this sense that...
I don't know,
that I'm not, like, really too-
- It's been two years already.
Why are you still saying that?
What about Dave?
Dave's your roommate, right?
- Yeah, no, not Dave,
I mean, really.
I just get this sense
from people, even Dave-
- Robert, you're
being ridiculous, come on.
Let's talk about
something pleasant.
Are you liking
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