Afterschool Page #4
- Yeah, I live
on the Upper West.
Would you want
to come back with me?
- Okay.
I mean,
if that's cool with you.
- Yeah.
No, no.
You can't go.
- I really just want
to be home for a day.
- Mm-hmm.
- Are you sure it'd be cool
with your dad?
- Yeah.
Why wouldn't it be?
- I don't know.
Thanks a lot, though.
[strained breathing]
- Can you play it again?
- Yeah.
- Who made this?
- It's not my camera.
- Yeah, looks like
a cell phone.
[strained breathing]
[screaming]
[crying]
[muffled screaming]
- If there's something that
I need to know, he does tell me.
okay?
If it was, I'd let you know.
You know that, don't you?
You know that.
I'd let you know immediately.
Don't worry.
I know how you're feeling.
Just enjoy your beautiful car.
Drive him around in it.
- Do you like it?
- I adore it.
I adore it.
I'm green with envy.
Young man.
- I hope he's okay.
- Don't worry, okay?
- Seriously.
- Don't worry.
Enjoy yourself.
- His mother and I
would do anything...
- I understand.
All's well.
- Speak with you later,
all right?
- Why don't you just say
what's on your mind?
You're telling me that you don't
have any thought in your head.
- No.
- It's like a grapefruit?
- It's just-
I'm just-
Just wasn't even thinking
about anything...
important right then.
- I thought we-you know,
I thought we agreed
just to talk,
doesn't have to be important.
Tell me something.
Just want to know
what's on your mind,
what you're thinking about
right now.
- I mean, it's hard.
Like, what are you
- I'm thinking about...
- See, it's sort of
just hard to tell sometimes.
I don't know.
- Just tell me something,
anything.
Boom.
What's the first thing
that comes to your mind?
Rob.
Just say anything.
Say anything.
- My skin's peeling.
It's all dry in certain parts
and coming off.
Happy?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I like it when you tell me
what you're thinking.
I feel like there's a lot
you want to say,
but you're not saying it.
- Sorry.
- Don't apologize to me
about it.
Did I make you upset?
- No.
- You know,
I'm not judging you.
None of this leaves the room.
What do you think
about your mom?
Do you know
that she's got crabs so big,
I ride them to work?
- What?
- Rob, come on, man.
of your mother,
you got to come back
quicker than that, right?
Right?
- Uh...
Your mom gets f***ed for cash.
- Okay.
Okay, fair enough.
All right.
See, that was easy.
You just said
what's on your mind.
- I thought that
I wanted to be like them.
They're the ideal senior girls.
They were what everybody...
looked up to.
- Hey, guys.
Hello.
We got new security checks.
- What's all that about?
- Not really sure.
But I'm gonna need you
to step up here,
and if you could stay
down there, please.
Just put your bag
on the table.
- There's nothing in there,
I can assure you of that.
- Nothing in here?
and make sure
you're not bringing anything
into the school, all right?
- You're lucky
you didn't have anything.
- Yeah, Burke told my dad
that they might do
something like this.
I just brought some weed,
and a couple bottles of vodka.
- What happened last night
is just the first
of many necessary steps
in trying to make this
The majority agree
that the steps
we are starting to take
are the right ones.
First, you will not be allowed
unlimited Saturdays back home.
Random room searches
and drug tests are allowed,
will be starting this week.
Anyone in possession
of alcohol or drugs
through the nurse
will be expelled.
Anyone caught smoking will have
a three-day suspension.
So-everyone settle.
Settle.
We have lost Anne and Mary,
we can only hope
that this experience
prevents this tragedy
from befalling others.
And anyone
who disrespects these rules
is disrespecting them.
Is that clear with you guys?
All that we're asking of you
is that you uphold
the values of Bryton.
Now, I believe in the students
of this school,
you're inherently good kids.
Now, we will do everything
in our power
to ensure
that is always the case.
Okay, as of last night,
several of our school's students
have been either expelled
or suspended indefinitely.
Now, Mr. Ullman will be reading
a list of their names.
It is important to remember
that these students,
some of whom are
your friends and roommates,
did not respect this school,
themselves, or you.
Mr. Ullman.
- Charles Wentworth,
Claire Goreman,
Trevor Stuart.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
- We have to film Burke.
[metallic clang]
- Hey!
Cool it, guys.
Get over here.
Just stay right here.
Just go.
- What's going on?
- I thought you were asleep,
didn't want to wake you.
- Where are you going?
- Going to see Mr. Virgil.
Thought it'd be a good idea.
- Is the light okay in here?
- Yeah, I think it's okay.
- Yeah.
I'm very excited to see
what you guys have put together.
Mr. Wiseman says everyone's
on this project,
especially you and Amy.
I'm proud of you, Robert.
lost their cool
after seeing what you saw.
Has this video
been helpful to do?
- Yeah, I think it's been nice.
I'm-I'm set,
so we can start.
- Should we wait for Amy?
- No, I don't think
she's coming.
- All right, then.
Give me a second.
- Rob?
- Yeah, f*** me.
- Well...
I mean, I used to
really like videos,
getting tired of them.
- You mean like movies?
- No, just like short clips.
- You mean like
kids' video blogs?
- No, I think
those are kind of phony.
No, just like little-
little clips of things
that seem real.
Usually just like a-
like a cat or a baby
or something violent.
Like, there's this one
I really like
where it's, like, a mother
and her six babies,
and she's got like septuplets
or whatever you call it,
and they're all just,
and the dad,
who's filming,
from behind the camera,
and whenever he makes the noise,
they all just giggle,
and they all stop giggling
at the same time.
- Do you like porn?
You can tell me.
- Yeah.
- No real moments in porn,
I can tell you that.
- Yeah, I know, but...
there are these ones
that I watch.
It's like this guy
and he'll, like, grab the girls
and, like,
talk real hard with them.
I don't know, he just gets them,
like, pretty scared
and not fake.
- Has doing the video
for the girls been good for you?
I mean, I know
you don't want to talk
about the twins, Rob, but...
What's that?
Is there something
you want to say?
- It's all my fault.
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