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and declared war on us.

Now, are you ready, son?

F*** yeah, I'm ready.

That's why I came here, sir.

Well... I got something

I got to say to you.

Congratulations.

You're the new captain

of the B.O.A.S.S.

Now, you say it with me.

The Brotherhood of America S.S.

How's it feel, son?

How you feeling, Lax?

Lax? Hello?

Oh.

Memories can really

f*** with you, can't they?

Yeah.

I block them out with music.

Yeah?

What's your favorite band?

- I like Eminem.

- Why?

Because he is all f***ed up in the head

and he's got the balls to say it.

Yes, he does.

So, what, uh... what went through

your head that morning?

The morning I did it?

Yeah.

That was a Monday.

I hate mondays.

I had a test that day.

Are you saying that if

you didn't have a test,

- you wouldn't have done it?

- Don't put words in my mouth.

What I was implying was that

I may not have done it that day,

but there was no way in hell

those people weren't gonna

get what they deserved.

What did you do first?

I waited till everyone

was at second period.

Then I went around and put

chains and locks on all the exits.

Second period is when the

security guards take their break.

Then I went to the computer

lab and I told my friend Timmy

to change the message of the day,

to make the pep rally earlier.

And then I went to my locker

and I got my guns and pipe bombs.

- Where'd you get the pipe bombs?

- I made them.

Wow. Was it easy?

It was once I, uh,

googled the instructions.

I got half the stuff

at a hardware store

and I got the other half

at another store.

What about the guns?

A guy I know that works at a

malmart downtown sold it to me.

Wow, don't you have to be 18,

though, to buy guns in America?

Do you have any idea how many

people own guns in America?

I'll tell you...

It scares me.

There are more ways of getting a gun

and being under 18 than I can count.

Everyone and their brother

has a gun.

It's "everyone and their mother. "

- What?

- That's where it comes from.

Everyone has a mother.

Everyone doesn't have a brother.

So it's "everyone and their mother. "

Whatever.

You are aware that everyone

has a mother, right?

Jesus Christ.

You ask the stupidest questions.

I thought you were supposed

to be some hot-shot reporter.

This is a very important

story, you know.

- You're not gonna have a bigger one.

- Let's cut to the chase.

You are aware that everyone

has a mother and a father

when you shot those kids

in the face, right?

- No.

- Really?

You didn't think that anyone had a mother

and a father that cared about them?

- No.

- Why not?

What about your mother?

What would have happened

to her if you were killed?

Well, it would have taken her a

few days to realize I was even gone.

- Come on.

- No, Lax.

I go three, four days

without even seeing her.

Why?

Well, we don't have a

whole lot to talk about.

I mean, she works all the time.

And I have my life.

Yeah, but your life consists of playing

video games and making pipe bombs.

I mean, didn't she have a clue?

She's a busy lady.

What about your father?

I'm out of here!

I'm not gonna put up

with this anymore.

I swear to God, if you leave one

more time, don't ever come back!

Don't worry!

I'm not coming back!

Then you go ahead...

You tell the kids! You tell them!

You tell them!

You wanted them!

He lives in Chicago

with his new wife.

Did you call your

mother that morning?

What?

The morning with your sister...

Did you call your mom?

Did it feel good when you took

that bat to that boy's head?

- I'm asking the questions, not you.

- No.

- No, what?

- No, I didn't call her.

- Why not?

- Because I didn't think of it.

What would she have done, anyway?

Well, I imagine she would

have rushed home.

- You really don't get it, do you?

- Don't get what?

I'm done talking

to you today, okay?

Whatever.

You're quitting.

Is that what it is?

Lax... this story

is important for you.

It's important to all of us.

I'd kill to be in your shoes.

This kid is gonna be executed on TV.

You know what that means?

You need this.

You need this.

I mean, your online show

is, like... it's fine, okay?

It's all right, but...

but you can do so much more.

- You can do... you...

- What do you know?

While the parents of the

formerly peaceful community of

West Broome grieve the

tragic loss of their children,

parents all across

suburban America

are wondering if their

town is gonna be next.

They all blame me.

Every last one of them looks

at me like it's my fault,

as if I told him to do it,

as if I never gave

him any guidance,

as if I wanted this.

No, I'm not blaming you.

I'm just trying to give you an opportunity

to tell your side of the story.

That... that's all.

He was my little boy once.

He was my little boy

who had a sweet smile.

We were a happy family.

My husband left when

Herman was 8, Julia was 5.

Herman's whole concept of the

world was ripped away from him.

It's not my fault.

I didn't leave.

Frank and I had a decent

sex life. It was good.

You think I'm a cold woman,

that I don't care what happened

to all those children?

No one understands until

they're put in this position.

Look, I'm not a doctor.

My official statement is that

I don't know why he did it.

All I know is that

one minute he's happy,

and then the next minute,

he's depressed.

The next minute,

I'm asking a friend

about a doctor,

you know which kind...

And before I blink, he's gone

completely insane, my child.

Do you have any children?

No.

I didn't think so.

What do you, um, do for

work now that Frank isn't around?

I'm vice president of marketing

at Compunet's main branch here.

Eight years since Frank left.

Vice president of marketing at

Compunet just after eight years.

- That's pretty impressive.

- I made it my top priority.

Did, uh... did Herman give you

any clues as to what he was up to?

No. Nothing.

Did you, uh, monitor

his Internet usage

or keep him from watching

rated movies, maybe?

If I had forbid those kinds

of movies in my house,

he would have gone

to a friend's house,

and I would have

seen him even less.

Same deal with the Internet.

If you had a kid, you'd know that.

You know, I apologize.

I have to keep

the curtains closed

because the cameramen

keep popping up to take a shot.

The first time a flash suddenly

went off in my bedroom at night,

I nearly had a heart attack.

Yesterday, I threw a

frying pan at one of them.

I'm not kidding.

When is this nightmare gonna end?

I just want to wake up.

I want to wake up, wake up,

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!

- I should go.

- Oh, no. No, no.

Don't go.

As pathetic as it sounds...

I don't have

anybody else to talk to.

The office told me not

to come in, you know,

because the press is

hounding the building.

Something about their image.

Frank won't have anything

to do with me.

He says it's my fault.

My friends... they won't

speak to me because, you know,

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