Blackbird Page #5

- Sorry.

Sean... you got to go. We got to go.

Get your f***ing hands off me!

Go!

Sean!

What's going on?

I just wanted to see you.

You know, I was thinking about you.

You can't be here.

Someone sees you and

they'll call the police.

I got into a fight with my dad.

I think I hit him.

I'm pretty sure I hit him.

Are you okay?

No.

We can't talk here.

Try me later on Skype, but

wait until after eleven,

just give my parents a

chance to fall asleep, okay?

SEAN! SEAN!

OPEN THE F***ING DOOR, SEAN!

Get out of my way.

What, you gonna hit me again?

That was an accident.

What the f***?

You knew the rules.

Why can't you just lay low?

I can't be you.

So you want to go back to jail?

I AM IN JAIL!

DON'T YOU F***ING SEE IT?

Fine, get the f*** out.

F***!

How was I supposed to know

it was her dad on the phone?

Mr. Johns.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

So, here's the deal.

The parents are filing

harassment charges.

They can do that?

They basically entrapped him.

It's still a breach of probation, Ricky,

and for that reason they

see Sean as a threat.

You were reckless, Sean.

You knew the conditions

of your release -

stay away from the people on that list.

How hard is that?

Look, he likes this girl,

and this girl likes him.

It's the parents that are threatened.

Sure, it's not like he

bought their daughter flowers

and took her to the prom.

He had her in his revenge plan.

He didn't have a revenge plan.

Sure, well, they think he did.

So what do we do now?

Same as before, Ricky.

He goes in, says he's sorry,

it won't happen again, lesson learned.

At most he's going to get house arrest,

three months.

I didn't harass her.

Then take it to trial,

put her on the stand.

I'm sure she'll really

swoon over you then.

They want to send you back.

Okay.

You look good.

Hey, don't worry, we're going to

get you out of this.

Don't look at them, Sean.

All rise.

The Eastport Provincial

court is now in session.

The honorable Judge Campbell presiding.

Thank you, you may sit.

Mr. Johns?

Your honour, at this point my client

would like to enter a plea

of guilty to the one count.

And does this satisfy

the Crown, Miss Harris?

The Crown is satisfied.

Mr. Randall, please step forward.

State your full name for the record.

Sean Richard Randall.

Sean Richard Randall,

do you understand that

you're pleading guilty to

the charge of harassment,

and that this guilty

plea is being entered of

your own free will?

Yes, I understand what you're saying.

Listen... this isn't about what I say.

We want to hear how you

feel about your actions.

You mean going up to Deanna?

Going up to her, emailing her,

following her home from

school, harassing her at work...

Mr. Randall?

We're waiting.

Well, um...

it started when I saw her

working at the mall,

and I just wanted to apologize

for everything.

Look at me, Mr. Randall.

So you wanted to make things right?

By apologizing?

Yes, that's right.

You wanted to apologize

for planning to kill her

and her friends?

Tell me, Mr. Randall,

how does one go about

apologizing for such a thing?

That's not why I was apologizing.

Then why were you apologizing?

Because I didn't want her to think she

had to be afraid of me.

I wasn't planning to kill her.

I wasn't planning anything.

Mr. Johns, I think you should

take a moment with your client.

He seems to be confused as

to exactly why we're here.

What are you doing?

Telling the truth.

Do you want to go back inside

with those animals?

He's embarrassing himself, Ricky.

Let him speak, Barry.

Your honour, I tried to make it clear,

but my client wishes to

speak on his own behalf.

Fine.

Sit down.

Mr. Randall, you realize you are

speaking against your lawyer's advice?

Yes.

Are you his guardian?

Yeah, that's right, I'm his dad.

Do you want him to proceed

against counsel's advice?

Yes I do.

He's a good kid, he didn't mean to do...

It's okay, It's okay.

You can sit.

Mr. Randall, do you understand

exactly why you're here today?

Yes, I'm being charged with harassment.

Yes, you're charged

with harassing a person

you we're ordered to stay away from.

What we are asking here today is:

do you plead guilty to

this charge... yes or no?

No, I do not.

Not guilty.

I was angry.

I wrote things down.

Stupid, but not dangerous.

So what suited you yesterday

doesn't suit you today?

We have a name for

that here, Mr. Randall.

It's called perjury.

Is that what you're saying?

That you perjured yourself?

I'm saying I lied.

If that's perjury then yes.

You leave me no choice, Mr. Randall.

This court is all about the

consequences of your actions

and the implications to this community.

So I'm going to remove you from

this community for three months.

The next time I see you...

make sure you have a lawyer.

Got you boys a present.

Holy f***!

Whoa, Columbine!

Did you miss us?

Check out the hairdo.

Hey, Trevor?

Where's Trevor.

Trevor don't do Christmas, man.

What do you mean he don't do Christmas?

Where is he?

Yo Trevor, get your ass out here man,

you gotta see this.

Well I can't believe

he came back though.

He know's he's gonna get killed right?

I wonder what's going

on in the world today.

Looks like the dollar's still gaining...

Sidney Crosby's out with concussion...

Oh, here's something:

"Eastport teen jailed for perjury. "

Do you know about this?

Purge-re?

What the f*** is that?

It means I lied in court.

It means Columbine don't want to be

Columbine no more.

Only he is Columbine

so they won't let him

not be Columbine.

Ain't that right, Columbine?

Why's it matter?

You're in jail, I'm in jail.

We've all done stuff.

Not me, I'm innocent.

You can call me Columbine all you want.

I know who I am.

You know you're dead?

F*** this.

What the f***, man?

Put it back.

Game's sh*t, bro.

It's a f***in' blowout.

Oh, sh*t yo... I know this.

Yeah, I used to watch this

at my grandma's every year.

Man, does this look like your grandma's?

Yeah man, this is a classic

It's about this fella,

he claims to be the real

Santa Claus and sh*t.

F***, Marcel man, no one wants to watch

a f***in' black and white

movie from the depression -

Who's f***ing go?

Shut up, Tyrell, I'm trying to listen.

"She's a little confused. "

"Would you tell her that

you're not really Santa Claus?"

"That there's actually no such person?"

"I'm sorry to disagree

with you, Mrs. Walker,

but not only is there such a person,

but here I am to prove it. "

Whose f***ing go?

Go Ray!

- Slow ass motherf***er.

- "I want you to tell her the truth. "

- "What is your name?"

- "Kris Kringle. "

"I'll bet you're in the first grade. "

"Second. "

"I mean your real name. "

"That is my real name... "

"Second grade, good gracious. "

"It's a progressive school. "

"Ohhh, progressive school"

F***... can somebody go already?

Chill out.

"Where did you get

such a lovely outfit?"

Get up!

Open the door.

Lucas, open up, it's me!

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