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on your floor tonight?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Good.

- Good morning, hon.

- Yeah. Are you gonna eat that?

I was thinking about it.

Yeah.

Did Ethan stay over, Maddy?

It's only a girl.

- Who is she?

- She doesn't believe in stairs?

- Who is she?

- She's my drug dealer.

Thought I lost you.

- I don't even know your name.

- She says the next morning.

- Don't worry. You're not my type.

- Oh?

What's this?

That's my art stuff.

It's a camera.

Legs.

What about 'em?

That's what people call me.

I vault without poles.

That sort of thing.

What are you doing?

Come on. You're gonna fall.

- I'm not watching this. I'm not.

- Come and get it.

- I'm afraid of heights.

- Oh, how afraid? Are you this afraid?

Does this scare you?

Come on, Legs.

If it was that important to you,

you'd come get it.

- I wanna puke! Come on!

- Come on up here. Dance with me.

- No way!

- Come on.

Oh, boy.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Don't worry.

Legs--

Don't! Come on.

Oh, God.

Careful!

Legs, it's not worth it.

Yeah, it is.

You don't--

It's okay.

Oh, God.

Give it to me.

Almost. Okay.

- Easy.

- It's okay.

You're a frigging lunatic,

you know that? God!

- So is this good-bye?

- It depends on how many bottles I find.

Figure I need $50

before I move on.

Nine hundred and eighty

bottles to go.

I hope you don't find

all the bottles you need today.

Look, there's a house about

a half mile or so up the river.

It's abandoned.

If you needed a place

to stay, I mean.

Thank you.

I gotta go.

I'm late.

Don't take any sh*t.

How could you just do that

and not tell me?

- Because it's not about you, Ethan.

- Why didn't you go to Mr. Parks?

If Buttinger did that to you--

pressed you against the blackboard,

grabbed your balls, what would you do?

- That's different.

- How?

It just is, Maddy, and you know it.

All right. I'd kick his ass.

Where were you last night?

I called.

I passed out early.

Come on.

Live dangerously.

Walk me to class.

I'll be your substitute

for the next few days.

Mr. Buttinger is out

due to a minor accident.

Are you Madeline Wirtz?

You're wanted

in the principal's office.

This note was intercepted

between two students in class.

Is there any truth to it?

It says we beat up Buttinger.

- Things got out of hand.

- So it's true?

- He grabbed me.

- So she busted his nose.

What?

- He was sexually harassing Rita.

- And you.

This is a very serious charge.

What are you girls?

Some sort of gang here?

Girls who run with foxes?

That sort of thing?

So you find this funny.

Okay, I am going to suspend

you all for two weeks...

for your conduct in this office

and for assaulting a teacher.

I will have you escorted out.

Mr. Parks, I need to stop by

the art room, please.

- I don't think so.

- My application goes out tomorrow.

- You should've thought of that before.

- That isn't fair.

- Two and a half weeks.

- What about Mr. Buttinger?

- You leave that to me.

- He should be fired.

Three weeks.

Would you like to keep going?

- It's all my fault.

- Yeah. Why don't you kill yourself?

- Why don't you just drop dead?

- Savage wit.

Don't you get dizzy

constantly looking down on her?

I can't go home.

My parents will kill me.

We can go to my house

and watch TV.

TV sucks, man.

It's lame.

I know where we can go.

Mr. Parks,

this is Rita's mother...

and I'm very concerned

about the situation with Rita.

You do a lovely mommy.

Maybe you will call him for me?

Sure. I'll do it better

on the phone.

- Good.

- Where the f*** are we going?

I'll call your parents too

if you want.

Yeah, whatever.

Isn't it beautiful?

Bet it's haunted.

I bet the ghost that I saw

when I was little is still here.

You saw a ghost? Really?

- I saw a UFO.

- Did you really?

Whoa! There's a tree in here!

We can build a tree house.

So I hear you got suspended.

For thinking for myself.

Then cheers.

Get away from me!

I just found it.

We all got suspended together.

Mr. Parks is such an a**hole.

Yeah, he wouldn't let Maddy

get his ar-- her art.

It's my portfolio.

- It has to go out tomorrow.

- Then we should get it.

- What do you mean?

- We should go to the school and get it.

If there's a utility hatch on the roof

or basement, we'll go in and get it.

If I got caught,

I would be in so much trouble.

- She took that risk for you.

- Yeah. I'm down for a felony.

- A felony?

- This is way risky.

We could be like

dead gerbils up here.

This is where

they put the bad kids.

I need to get outta here.

It's not funny.

- Where's the thing?

- We're gonna get lost in here.

- We're gonna die.

- Here it is. Here it is.

Thank God!

This is so weird.

- I can't do it.

- Come on.

Guys, please don't go

anywhere without me.

We're not going anywhere.

We're right here.

- Oh, f***.

- It's okay.

Come on, Rita.

You can do it.

- Oh, good job!

- Good girl.

Come on!

Don't you like flashlights?

I always wanted one

when I was little.

- Hand this to Violet.

- Not like a normal flashlight.

Like one that would suck up

the darkness like a vacuum cleaner.

Shut up already.

I gotta get my stuff.

I only knew how to draw

one thing in art class:

a penis!

- Okay, here.

- Calm down.

Just put the stuff in there.

One more. One more.

- Did you hear what I said?

- No, was it funny?

Okay, here it is.

Okay, I got 'em.

I got everything.

I got 'em. I got 'em.

I've got one more, though, so wait.

Great, okay.

I got 'em, I got 'em.

Front door!

Front door!

Let's go.

- See if you get it.

- You got it.

- Got anything?

- Not yet.

Okay, I got you.

Sh*t! This way, this way!

This is Simon. There was a small fire

in the art room. Over.

Yeah, it's probably

a chemical reaction to something.

Copy that. Over.

Did you see--

- I wonder what happened to them.

- I found more candles.

You and your f***ing weed.

You're a tea head.

Where were you guys?

We need more candles.

Where'd you get

all these candles?

- Look, it's a shrine.

- Where'd you find these?

Was it laying around in this house?

Probably like witches here.

- Crazy sh*t.

- That's right.

Oh, my God.

- What are you doing?

- Check out her pouch.

I'm commemorating tonight.

This is so I'll always

remember tonight...

and you, Maddy.

And Goldie.

And Violet.

And Red.

- Fire?

- Because it nourishes...

and also destroys

if you don't respect it.

That's how we were tonight.

Do it to me.

Hold still, okay?

Don't be scared.

Oh, my God.

Is it done?

It's beautiful!

I love it!

We're like those girls

who run with foxes.

You're such a geek!

We're like those geeks

that run with foxes.

I'm a runaway geek,

goddamn it!

We're supposed to do our portfolios.

You forgot?

No, I remember.

I just don't have mine.

It's not at my house.

- What's up?

- Hey.

What is this?

It's a--

I got a tattoo last night.

- You're pissed.

- No.

I'm happy that

you beat up a teacher...

got a tattoo, stood me up.

Hit your head or something lately?

What's the deal?

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