Carrie Page #5

high-tech security systems.

Oh, man. It's got one of those

really cool cameras...

that take pictures in the dark.

Doggone if

they don't look like...

they were taken

in broad daylight.

Look at the detail.

You can count the hairs

on that pig's snout.

I thought this one

was particularly good of you.

Don't you think?

Here's the one of

all three of you there.

Here's you and Chris and Billy.

Looking pretty chummy.

How come

there's no picture...

of Sue?

She wait in the car?

What?

Sue Snell? Where's she?

How should I know?

She wasn't even there.

It was my understanding Sue and

Chris planned the whole thing.

Dude, you don't know what

you're talking about.

Dude! Ain't this

a lot of work for a joke?

Are you wussing out?

No. I was just sayin'.

I mean, it's a good joke.

Piggy, piggy, piggy!

Billy!

Who's a pig?

Here, piggy, piggy, piggy!

- Dude, hurry up!

- You want to do this?

Then shut your pie hole.

Whenever you're ready, man.

I can't.

You do it.

Are you kidding me?

Dude, don't look at me.

I don't believe you.

Take it!

Seriously, take it!

Fine.

Because you gotta cut

its throat.

No way.

Don't tell me no way.

You're doing it.

Dude...

Why are you still talking?

Just do it!

You're doing it.

Little pigs, little pigs,

let me in.

Not by the hair

on your chinny chinny chin.

Then I'll huff and I'll puff...

and I'll bash your brains in.

Hinty's gonna drop a hot stack

when he sees this.

I should have known

it would be red.

It's pink, Mama.

I can see your dirty pillows.

Everyone will.

They're called breasts.

All the girls have them.

They're very fashionable

these days.

Take off the dress.

No.

I don't want to lose you,

Carrie.

Now, I'm begging you.

Take off that dress.

No, Mama!

We can burn it together

and pray for forgiveness.

Please...

don't be like them.

I'll try to be home by 11:00.

I'll call you

if I'm gonna be later.

They'll laugh at you.

They always have.

Go away, Mama.

You're making me nervous.

Burn the dress, Carrie.

It's the only way.

Burn it and

pray for forgiveness.

Go away!

Jezebel fell from the tower...

and so will you.

It's in the Bible.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop that!

I love you, Mama! I'm sorry!

Watch your fingers!

He's not coming.

- Hello?

- Just a minute!

Are you OK?

I'm fine!

I'll be right there!

So, did your ceiling

just collapse or something?

Yes. Yes, my ceiling

collapsed just now.

Whoa. Can I see it?

No.

You look...

really beautiful.

So do you.

Do you want your corsage?

Yes.

After you.

It's quarter to eight!

It's quarter to eight!

- I heard you!

- Then say something, dude!

Maybe it's a bad idea.

It's a good idea.

It is a really good joke.

Totally good joke.

Pig blood for a pig.

- What?

- Nothing.

Get dressed.

I can't quite figure you out.

I'm an enigma.

No, you're

just hiding something.

I'm not hiding anything.

Yeah, you are. I used

to think that you were...

part of

Christine Hargensen's agenda...

but Jackie Talbot

has pretty much exonerated you.

I'm not hiding anything.

It just seems strange to me

that you're not more upset.

It's been two weeks.

They've had all the funerals.

Am I supposed to wear black

for the rest of my life?

No. That's not

what's bothering me.

Then what is?

You've just been through

the single most...

traumatic experience

of your life, knock wood...

and you got something

more important on your mind.

Nervous?

Yes.

Don't be.

Just pretend

you're somebody else.

Like you're meeting people

for the first time.

Maybe you should do an accent.

No. Don't do an accent.

That's dumb.

But you know what I mean.

Like "Pygmalion."

- Pig what?

- "My Fair Lady."

Yeah, I guess.

So... don't be nervous.

You ready?

Can we just sit here...

for a few more seconds?

Sure.

- OK, I'm ready.

- Wait.

Sue said she'd cut off my boys

if I wasn't a perfect gentleman.

OK? Let's go.

Pull the rope when

they play the school song.

Pull it hard.

There'll be a little slack,

but not much.

When you feel the bucket go...

run.

Don't stick around

to see what happens.

You got it?

Yes.

If you get caught

and even mention my name...

I'll kill you.

I mean it.

This is a criminal assault.

OK.

God damn.

OK.

This is gonna be good.

Definitely.

Why, Tommy Ross.

You look good enough to eat,

honey.

Some would say I am delicious.

If you knew how many people

thought you were gay...

you wouldn't be joking about it.

If they decide

to run away together...

I'll dance with you.

Oh, my God.

Where did you get that dress?

- I made it.

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

- Seriously, you made that?

I did. I like to sew.

It's a real simple pattern.

- Look at your ass.

- What?

Now who's gay, right?

After seeing your ass...

the whole nun

in street clothes thing...

is no longer acceptable.

God, here comes Norma.

Life's too short.

That was a compliment.

Carrie?

You look so different.

I can't believe how different.

- Hi, Norma.

- Hi.

She's glowing, don't you think?

You're glowing.

Well, I got to get back.

Isn't this exciting?

I am so excited.

OK, bye.

Do you want some punch?

Yes, please.

Carrie?

Hi, Miss Desjarden.

You look very pretty.

Thank you. You look...

You look amazing.

That's very nice of you.

I know it's not true,

but thank you.

For God's sake,

take a compliment.

I wouldn't say it

if I didn't mean it.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I sit down?

My feet are killing me.

I remember my prom.

My date brought a toy gun...

so he could pose like James Bond

for the picture.

He sounds like fun.

Yeah. They arrested him.

I didn't have

anybody to dance with.

I spent the entire night alone

until my father picked me up.

I'm sorry.

It's just a dance.

I mean, it's special,

but it's not that special.

I know.

I mean, that thing's skimpy.

You excited about graduation?

I don't know.

I couldn't wait to graduate.

Really?

Yeah. I hated high school.

Oh, God. I do, too.

I know you're

not supposed to say that...

but I hate it so much.

Preaching to the choir.

No offense.

Just remember, nothing

that happens up until now...

matters after graduation.

Nothing.

Except studying and good grades.

You take what you want

and leave the rest behind.

You never have to see

these people again...

if you don't want to.

- I don't?

- No.

But I highly recommend

the ten-year reunion.

- Why?

- Everybody's different.

People will say...

"Oh, my God. So and so

hasn't changed at all"...

but they're lying.

Everybody changes,

and not always for the better.

Like those girls over there.

Right now,

they're at their peak.

They'll never be more pretty

or more popular.

And in ten years,

they'll be fat.

And the fat girls,

some of them'll be thin.

And the cute boys

will be bald...

and the jocks

will have beer bellies.

It's fantastic.

- Really?

- I swear to God.

And the ones

who were miserable...

turn out just fine.

They do.

So enjoy yourself.

Try not to take it

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