Hello Herman Page #4

they're also friends

of the victims.

And there's only one me,

and then there's 50 of them.

You do the math.

It's a logical equation.

Excuse me?

You know, logical equations

for real-life scenarios.

That's what I do.

You know, that's what

I did for a living.

- It sounds interesting.

- Most of it was bullshit.

Do you want to talk about

what happened with Julia?

Was Herman home

when that happened?

I don't think I want

to talk to you anymore.

- I didn't mean to...

- You get out of my house.

- I'm sorry. I...

- Get out.

You know, maybe you can answer

a question for me... Mr. Morales.

It's a logical equation

I can't seem to crack.

If you take one woman living

in the middle of America,

break her family apart,

force her to work harder

to get ahead in her career

than any man would

force her to live

with the knowledge

that her daughter was killed

while she was at work,

trying to make money

to pay for food,

and then have her

son lose his mind

and massacre 42 people,

massacre children,

and make sure that

nobody talks to her,

nobody listens to her,

and then fire her...

In an equation like that,

how long would it be

until she would go completely

insane all alone in here?

All alone in here...

Gall's looking to start a war.

A war?

I got everything you

need to put him away...

Paperwork, photographs,

dates, everything.

Are you aware of the risks you'd be

taking by supplying those documents?

What's the worst that

can happen? I can die?

There are a lot worse things

in this world that can happen

to you than dying.

The ones you love

will be in danger.

Promise me.

Please.

Aah!

Get him!

Isa.

Isa, it's Lax.

Isa, I need to talk to you.

Isa.

I don't know what I'm doing.

So, what's your

favorite movie, Herman?

That's tough.

Don't you dare say

"Natural Born Killers," either.

That's an awesome movie, but

I guess my all-time favorite...

Would have to be "Kids. "

"Kids"?

Well, that's unexpected. Why?

Well, for one thing,

that's really what it's like.

I mean, kids do things that

parents don't have a clue about,

and they don't want to

have a clue about it.

Like what?

Like screwing without

condoms, smoking pot,

drinking 40s, taking "x",

you name it.

That movie's about kids growing

up in New York in the '90s.

You think kids are

like that everywhere?

Kids are the same all over, Lax.

We always do what you think we're

incapable of doing until you notice us.

But that's not why

it's my favorite movie.

Why, then?

It's because the main

character says, "what's up?"

Oh. What's up, Herman?

See, when you're a kid,

you have to find that one thing

that you care about and stick to it,

'cause that's all you got.

- What's your one thing?

- I don't know.

I'll tell you when I grow up.

You know what I miss

more than anything?

What's that?

Just my Xbox.

Man, if I could just get that one

more game in, I would be happy.

- You follow politics at all?

- No.

- Do you know who your governor is?

- No.

Does anyone in your school know?

- They know who I am.

- Well, for now.

Forever.

What's the worst thing that

ever happened to you in school?

That's a hard question.

Oh! You're killing me, dude.

This is horrible.

You have to go to

the party tonight.

Oh.

Hello, Herman.

Any, uh, spare change?

Hey, just leave me alone, man.

Just leave you alone?

Not today.

B*tch.

Listen, let's do this so we don't have

to listen to him b*tch and moan.

Come on.

Come on, take a deep

breath, f*ggot.

Take a nice, deep breath.

What in the devil do you

boys think you're doing?!

Nothing.

Right?

What are your names?

- Michael.

- Michael.

Michael and Michael what?

- Green.

- Michael Ray.

Is that their real names, Herman?

Let me see some I.D.

Do you boys realize how many

different strains of bacteria

reside in those toilet bowls?

If Herman inhaled enough water,

he could have been killed.

Do you understand?

You two go to the principal's office

and tell her what you've done.

You should be ashamed to call

yourselves Broome students.

Picking on a boy younger than you?

Now!

Straight to the office.

I'll be right there.

You're a sophomore,

right, Herman?

I remember when I was your age.

The older boys would

do the same thing to me.

Don't worry about it.

In a few years, things like that will

all be fond memories of high school.

You'll probably be friends

with those boys next year.

I know it sounds crazy, but

some of the greatest friendships

start as fights.

Me and my best friend,

when we first met...

Hey, Mr. Phelps?

Can I please go?

Sure. Okay.

Thank you.

The domestic-terrorism

tribunal convenes this afternoon

to decide the fate

of Herman Howards.

And it is my firm belief

that his execution ought to be

televised nationally so that

America's children can witness

first-hand what happens when

you disregard the value of life.

What kind of message does it

send the rest of the world if

America starts executing

its own children?

Now, I have to say that the

speed with which this case

has moved is nothing

short of extraordinary.

Now, there are some

who feel that this is

a bastardization of the system,

we shouldn't allow it.

I don't think that those words are coming

from the families of the victims.

The next time that your

heart goes out to poor,

poor Herman Howards,

I want you to take a minute

and I want you to imagine

that it was your child

that he brutally murdered

for no reason.

And then I want you to imagine

what you would want done

to that little maniac.

Think about it.

You're watching "Chet Chat".

We'll be right back.

Well, look what we have here.

How you doing, buddy?

Vic. Get over here.

Yeah.

Beat the boy.

Yeah! Whoo!

That little piece of sh*t?

He ain't worth it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your loyalty's under

question here, Vic.

That's right.

Now, you beat this boy or it'll be your

yankee ass tied up on the ground.

And that's the God's honest truth.

Get in there!

Whoo! Whoo!

- Vic, come on.

- Come on.

Whoo!

You know where you're going for

what you did to me, don't you, Vic?

You're a superstar.

Yes, you are.

Yes, you are.

Good night, superstar.

So, let's talk about

what happened that day.

What?

You rounded up everyone

in the gymnasium.

Then what happened?

After I shot Michael Ray

and that girl,

I ran up on top of the

bleachers and I pulled out

my uzi and I fired a couple

shots into the ceiling

and I told everyone to get down.

They knew what was going on,

but they heard the shots

and they got down.

I decided to call Paul Schrewber,

the captain of the football team.

"Paul, today is your lucky day.

Since you're so valuable to this school,

you actually get to live.

So, would you be so kind as

to come up here and take a bow

and get the f*** out of my gym?"

He began to walk

towards the door.

Then when he got closer,

he started running.

"Paul, you forgot to take a bow. "

So I shot him in the knee.

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