Carrie Page #4

then your student body leaders,

such as myself...

and then

the brains and geeks...

which is

a subtle distinction...

because brains tend to be

more aesthetically pleasing...

and less likely to join

the marching band or choir.

Where was Carrie White

on this food chain?

As far down as you can go.

She was a Plath.

Everyone made fun of her,

especially the ultras.

Did Chris or Sue

give you any indication...

they were planning

to harm Carrie?

You think what happened...

was because someone

wanted to hurt Carrie?

I'm seventeen.

High school. I'm a senior.

What kind of counseling?

Like a guidance counselor?

No. Nothing like that.

Would they know

what's happening to me?

So, if I just think it's real...

and it's not,

how would I know?

It feels real...

We're not supposed

to use that phone.

I was talking to my mom.

Didn't sound like

you were talking to your mom.

We were having a fight.

I always fight with my mom.

Always hang up on her, too.

I take it you've leveled out

since last Friday?

Your little episode?

You went all fetal

in the shower.

What about it?

You have to admit,

you totally overreacted.

We were just messing around.

We wouldn't give you a hard time

if we didn't like you.

We all really like you,

you know that, right?

What do you want?

Don't get all pissy.

I'm only trying to be nice.

So, are your b*obs sore?

What?

You look a little bloated.

When I'm bloated,

my b*obs get really sore.

You're only supposed

to take two ibuprofen.

I take three.

Got that from Sue.

She's a total junkie.

Now that you guys

are all cozy...

she'll have you tossing them

back like communion wafers.

I'm not cozy with Sue Snell.

Really? She's acting like

you're her new best friend.

Don't get me wrong.

I think it's great.

Just don't let her...

turn you into another

one of her "projects."

Did she say I was a project?

It's her M.O.

Helen was a project.

I was a project.

She practically

talked me into...

getting Botox last summer.

Can you believe that?

Maybe she thought you needed it.

I'm just saying that

she has a hard time...

accepting people

for who they are.

Being her friend can be

a little on the demeaning side.

Especially when

everyone in school...

knows why

she's being your friend.

And tell Sue she can say

all she wants about me...

but when I'm being a b*tch,

I'll cop to it.

Bye.

- Hi.

- Hi.

So, you come here often?

No.

You have trouble

coloring inside the lines.

You might want to try

something a little less drastic.

Like this one.

Curve it around the bow

of your lips like so...

and...

now, rub them together.

Now smack.

Yep.

You can add some lip liner

for a little extra drama.

That's not what that's for.

Have you picked out your dress?

No, but I found one

that I like.

- What color?

- I can't decide.

If you want to...

we could do

a fashion consultation thing.

We could even model.

I don't think I want to model.

Well, anyway...

I'm really glad

you're going to the prom.

Why?

I just thought

you'd have a good time.

That's all.

Why? Why do you care

if I have a good time?

You never really

talked to me before...

and the only reason

you're talking to me now...

is because none of

your friends are around.

Look...

if you don't want to go,

then don't go.

No, I didn't say

I don't want to go.

I just wish I was going

because someone liked me...

not because someone

feels sorry for me.

This is not a pity thing.

I don't feel sorry for you.

Yeah, you do.

You feel sorry for me...

because you think

you're better than me.

I don't think

I'm better than you.

It's OK. Everyone does.

Doesn't mean it's true, though.

I really like this color.

Thank you for helping me

pick it out.

You guys, come on.

We don't have that much time!

Be careful with that!

- Everybody's talking.

- What are they saying?

That you and Carrie White

are having a lesbian affair...

and you had Tommy take her

to prom to throw people off.

Carrie satisfies me

in a way no one else can.

I bet.

I feel bad about what happened.

Great. So you're

a saint and we're all b*tches.

Something like that.

Ladies? More mauve?

It looks like you might

be running a little low.

I can't believe

Tommy's going along with it.

He's been very agreeable

since we started having sex.

Right on!

Has Chris said anything?

Only that she hates your guts.

Think she might try something?

I don't know.

Got your 911.

Ever so dramatic.

Let me just reiterate...

Oh, my God!

- What?

- Come here.

- What?

- Get over here.

Norma will have an aneurysm

if she sees us.

I saw her head

into the crapper.

So what's this?

Nothing.

Just the king and queen

ballots for prom.

- OK. David and Rachel.

- No.

No way.

Rachel's in drama club.

Peter and Myra... No.

Frank and Jessica.

Maybe. Roy and Helen.

Forget it.

Tommy and Sue?

I didn't think...

That's the old ballot.

This is the new one...

or as I like to call it,

Ballot 2.0.

Tommy and Carrie?

That b*tch.

I know. It's like

the whole world's gone insane.

Tina, you're a peach.

- I gotta make a phone call.

- OK!

Hey, Billy? It's Chris.

You're never gonna guess

what I just found out.

You ready? Oh... Hi, Sue!

Want some tea, Mama?

Mama...

Do you like

this one or this one?

I think this one's real pretty.

It's godless.

It's not godless, Mama.

I wish you could be happy

for me.

There's a mark on you now.

This one's prettier.

Woe to the woman

who makes garments...

with lustful purpose,

for she is prideful...

and curses

and rejects the Lord.

Sometimes I think

you make those things up.

"Ezekiel," Chapter 13.

Read it for yourself.

I'll read it later.

- Read it now.

- I'm busy, Mama.

You've gone so far astray,

I fear for you.

You really think

I'm gonna burn in hell, Mama...

just for going to my prom?

I don't want to think about

what's going to happen to you.

Sin knows you now.

It'll find you.

Your sin will find you,

Carrie...

and when it does,

not even Jesus can help you.

Jesus will help me.

He will help me

if I really need him.

Not if he doesn't

love you anymore.

Jesus loves everybody, Mama.

Even me.

I'm impressed, Jackie.

I am impressed.

Four counts of possession,

one with intent to sell.

Vandalism...

disturbing the peace,

drunk and disorderly.

Boy, I...

Your parents must be

awfully proud of you.

My parents died when I was six.

Not so funny now, is it?

Well, it sure is funny odd...

because I just talked

to Louise and Jackie Sr...

not an hour ago...

both very much alive

and very concerned.

Jackie, you ever pal around

with Billy Nolan?

How about Christine Hargensen?

Sue Snell?

Have you ever been up to

Irwin Hinty's pig farm?

- Up in North Chamberlain?

- No.

You never been up there?

See, Hinty didn't have

any security system...

so people were

knocking fences down...

and stealing hogs

and all kinds of things.

Is that so?

Yeah.

So what do you think he does?

He installs one of those

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