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students, the deaf, dumb and the blind.

Because they're associating that

greasy pizza with your shiny face.

A zit, a blackhead,

a cluster of pores.

It's another vexing stress

we don't need.

Life is hard enough

without added anxiety.

So are introductions

in order?

Dane, this is--

Violette.

Hm. Pretty name.

You're a transfer or what?

Dane, let's not perplex her.

She's had a trying morning with the

trauma of changing schools and all.

Reagan's a whole new battlefield,

and we were on the subject of...

strategy.

But come by a little later.

I don't know about you,

but I could do with some kink.

You got it, baby.

Nice meeting you--

Violette.

Yeah, that. See you, Foxy.

Sit on it, Dane.

Heh, heh, heh.

Violette?

Mm-hm.

I like it.

It's called thinking on your toes, a

must if you're going to rule the school.

I was thinking, Fern.

It's a plant, right?

I don't know about you,

but I would much rather be a flower.

A rose? Too obvious.

Never send a rose unless

dyed black as a warning.

And if one is sent to you,

destroy it, along with the sender.

Emotionally, of course.

It's not like we kill people.

On purpose.

Anyway,

you're extra fancy. You're Violette.

My Violette.

May I help you?

I'm Detective Vera Cruz.

I need some information about one

- Elizabeth Purr.

Oh, my.

Julie!

What are you doing

waiting for the bus?

Don't ask.

What happened to your friends?

I don't want to talk about it, Zach.

Well, can I give you a lift?

Okay.

Cool car.

Thanks.

You shined today.

You've got the look, the walk.

But popularity is fleeting.

Trends change.

People change.

It's all about details.

Pay attention to details.

Look at my nails.

In junior high, I wore only pink.

Now it makes me puke. So I change.

See? It's called Demented.

Seriously, the color's called Demented.

Mine? Decayed.

Like Julie. Our friendship

with her is decayed. Rot.

Julie is over.

Done, null and void.

In two weeks, no one will know her.

Including you.

From now on, you don't know her.

Never knew her.

She's like Fern Mayo. A bad dream.

Get it?

Well, thanks for the lift.

It's no problem.

Okay.

So do you wanna, maybe,

call me sometime?

Yeah. I would love to.

Yeah?

Well, bye.

Okay.

Mayo, please. It's a residence.

Hello?

Fern? Hi, it's me, Julie.

Oh, hi, Julie.

I know you're not

supposed to talk to me.

No, no. It's okay.

This must be really weird for you.

Yeah.

I mean, knowing about

what happened to Liz

and everything else.

Yeah.

Fern, do you remember 4th grade?

Fourth grade?

Yeah, we used to have sleepovers.

Remember my Holly Hobbie oven?

Your parents wouldn't let you have one.

They were afraid you were gonna

electrocute yourself.

We used to bake cakes together.

God, they were the worst cakes.

I'm scared, Fern.

I'm really scared.

It's just weird

how time erases things.

Time doesn't erase things.

People erase things.

Yeah.

People erase people.

Can you hold on for a second?

Hello?

Never answer after one ring.

What were you thinking, Violette?

Hi, Courtney.

Are you on the other line?

No.

Good. When I call, you listen.

I don't care if your little sister locks herself in

the kitchen freezer, Courtney Shane is priority one.

Get it?

I brought you something sweet.

Hm.

What is it?

It's called a Big Stick.

A Big Stick?

Uh-huh.

You want it?

I want you.

And I want you to suck

the Big Stick.

God, you're a little sick.

I said I could do with a little kink.

Now suck it and see

or get the hell out.

Do you like it?

It's okay.

Okay? There's nothing kinky

about "okay," now, is there?

Now I said, do you like it?

Yeah. Yeah, I like it.

Heh, heh, heh.

You're good at that.

I'm good at a lot of things.

I should have known.

You are on the wrestling team.

Hey, f*** you.

He)'-

Now, right about now,

I could get really hot.

Oh, yeah.

And I mean...

hot.

You know what I like to do

when I get hot?

Oh, yeah, baby.

I want to, Dane.

I want to real bad.

The problem is

I've forgotten how.

What?

But if you could just show me...

Oh. Mm.

How's that?

That's good.

I better get that.

Don't go

Don't come.

Are you Courtney Shane?

Maybe.

Dad, don't be a dick.

What did you say?

You gonna launch into another lecture

on the ugliness of profanity?

I just wish you could hear yourself.

You sound uneducated.

Dad.

And you know what?

It reflects on your parents.

Parent.

That's right.

I've gotta be the mom and the dad.

Whatever.

I was watching Oprah today.

That must be the mom in you.

You know what the topic was?

Let me guess. "Club Kids"?

No, it was "ls Your Child a Follower?"

I'm done. Can I go?

And you know what?

I was deeply concerned because,

yes, Oprah, my child is a follower.

You are so lame.

You don't even have any friends.

Whatever happened to

my sweet little Brownie?

Don't.

My Girl Scout?

You remember the Tiffany concert?

Ho-ho-ho.

You loved Tiffany.

Oh, my God.

Thank God!

Nice to meet you, Courtney.

I'm Detective Cruz.

You can call me Vera.

Okay. Vera.

So you're Liz's best bud, huh?

Yes.

You went to school that day?

Of course.

Did you try calling her?

Why?

If your close friend is not at school,

she should be.

Depends.

Okay. Let me ask you this.

Did you call in sick for Liz?

Did I what?

Did you call in sick for Liz?

Of course not.

Did it shock you?

What?

Her death.

Not personally.

What, trying to get used to the idea?

Yeah. I guess you could say that.

Do you know who was

with Liz that night?

Uh-uh.

Come on, who was the lucky guy?

What do you mean?

Who was she f***ing?!

No one.

You ever seen

one of these before?

No.

No.

Yes.

Take a lot of licks

to get one of these down.

Wanna give it a whirl?

No, thank you.

Mm.

It's hard.

Like a rock.

T minus ten, nine, eight...

Jawbreaker.

The name says it all.

It'/I break your jaw.

Mm.

Pretty f***ed up name for candy,

don't you think?

Good morning, Reagan High.

It is with deep dismay

and sincere regret

that I inform you

that Elizabeth Purr

a well-known senior

at Reagan High School

was found dead in her home,

apparently suffering

from acute asphyxiation.

There will be a memorial service

held for Elizabeth

tomorrow at 2:
00

at Cloverdale Lawn Rest Home.

And students,

Mr. Murk, our guidance counselor,

will be available

for those of you

suffering from distress.

My thoughts are with you.

Just tragic. A beautiful, charismatic

girl like Elizabeth Purr

just struck down by the hand of fate.

I still can't believe it.

You said her mama

called in sick for her.

Yes, sick.

She said Elizabeth had the flu.

Her mama said she

didn't make that call.

Oh, no.

It could have been anybody.

It could've been a sex-crazed maniac.

If I had anything to do with her demise,

I don't know what I'll do.

It'll be all right.

A neighbor said she saw

a girl with schoolbooks come up

to the house at 3:30 that day.

Yes. Miss Shane.

I sent Miss Shane home

with her assignments.

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