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it is electronic.

But, um...

I also add natural sounds.

And then I get variations by

utilizing modifying devices.

I also use synthesizers.

And-and now I'm

into using lasers.

( chuckles )

Look, why don't I just play it

for you now

and then if I have to,

explain it later, okay?

Sure.

( dissonant electronic

music playing )

( phone ringing )

Excuse me.

( music continues playing )

Hello?

Steve.

Where are you?

The airport?

Oh, really.

Hang on a second.

I'll... I'll only be

a few minutes.

Could you hang up

the phone

when I get to

the other room?

Sure.

Please?

Thank you.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

Got it.

Thanks.

CHRIS:

How long did you say

that meeting's

going to be?

I've got it.

Could you hang up

the phone, please?

STEVE ( on phone ):

Hey, come on.

Your man's not even out of town

and you've got a party going.

Of course we'll miss you.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

CHRIS ( over music ):

You know I'm crazy...

( music stops )

...about you.

Yeah.

Look, Steve, I know.

I know.

Okay.

Look, can I

call you back?

Yeah.

Okay.

Could you call me from Seattle?

Bye-bye.

You forgot about today,

didn't you?

I did.

I did.

I'm-I'm...

I'm really sorry.

I know how

you must feel.

You don't know me.

How do you know

how I feel?

You f*** priests, too?

Get out of here!

( grunts )

What...?

What...?

( groaning )

What are you doing?

No!

What's so hot about you?

Nothing.

Your picture all over

the place? Huh?

What have you got,

heavy-duty friends... No!

...give you whatever

you want, huh? No!

You f*** to get

what you want?!

( screams ):

No! Huh?

( panting )

Where is it?

What?

That new red sh*t.

Where is it?!

I don't know.

( grunts )

Huh?

( groans )

Where is it?!

Huh?

Where is it?

Where is it?

I don't...

Where is it?!

I don't... in-in...

Hmm?

...in the bath... room.

Hmm?

( whimpering )

Come on.

Come on!

( panting )

( grunting )

( screaming ):

Help!

Help...!

( crying ):

Help!

( crying ):

Please, God, help me.

( grunts in frustration )

( bottles clattering )

( Chris gasps )

( glass shattering )

( Chris sobbing )

( stifled sobbing )

Put it on.

Put it on.

Please don't hurt me.

Oh, come on.

Hold still.

My...

( moans )

( groaning )

Nice?

Take a look.

Open your eyes.

You like it?

You like it, Chrissy?

Huh?

Yes.

Why?

( stammers ):

It-it's... nice.

Huh? Because it makes you look

good enough to f***.

Am I good enough

to f***?!

I-I never said...

Oh, no, no...

( sobs )

I want it on me.

I want it on me.

( screams )

Come on.

This is only the beginning.

( Chris groaning )

( moaning ):

No.

( dissonant electronic

music playing )

( groaning, sobbing )

( screaming )

Oh, my God!

You're killing me!

( screaming )

Shh.

Get off me!

Shh, shh.

God... help me!

Relax.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

Relax.

Just open up.

No!

Open up.

Relax.

That's it.

Yes.

( muffled screaming )

( screaming )

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

Hey, sis, I'm home.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

What's the matter?

Untie me.

No.

My sister was in here.

I heard her.

I heard her close the door.

( music stops )

Want to call her in?

Have some fun?

Please... please, untie me.

What'd she see?

You mean this is the first time

that Kathy ever walked in

on you?

You know what she's thinking

now, don't you?

"My sister... just made it...

with my favorite teacher."

( grunting )

Catholic education,

can't do a damn thing about it.

It's on all their minds.

( cutting cloth )

( sighs )

( Chris whimpering )

( Chris gasping )

( sighs )

Listen, Chris...

don't do this with anyone else.

( door closes )

Kathy?

( water running )

Kathy?

Kathy! Kathy!

I was... going

to take a shower.

Kathy...

I thought you were...

I thought...

( both crying )

Did he urinate on you?

CHRIS:
Pardon?

Urinate or

defecate on you?

They do that?

Some of them.

No. He didn't.

Did he

sodomize you?

CHRIS:

Yes.

WOMAN:

When he beat your head

against

the bedposts,

did you lose

consciousness?

Almost.

Not really,

but I almost did.

Where else did he hurt

you, Miss McCormick?

Um, I seem to be hurting

all over.

MAN:

I'm supposed to photograph

any cuts or bruises.

Would you mind?

I didn't exactly get... cut.

But he knocked

me around.

( shutter clicks )

Can I please go

get dressed?

Uh, one more,

please.

( shutter clicks )

Thank you.

Does he live

at the school?

No.

Some place in Venice.

What address?

( gasps )

( sirens blaring )

I don't know.

The school would know.

KATHY:

How do you know?

Have you

been there?

No. I looked it up.

I wanted to know where he lives.

WOMAN:

Where will you stay tonight?

Pardon?

The hospital

won't take long-- a few tests.

You may not want to

sleep here tonight.

No. No, I think

we'll probably stay

with our brother Martin.

I'll go along with

you to the hospital.

Please don't bathe

until after

the examination.

Okay.

Go on, go get

yourself a sweater.

There's a little bar

around the corner,

but then there's

a health food store.

He's got a little gal in there

he yaks a lot with.

You might check

that out.

If he shows up,

I'll... be in touch.

Good evening, Mr. Stuart.

Hold it!

Are you Gordon Stuart?

( indistinct radio

transmission )

( truck horn blaring )

( Chris gasps )

Chris... are you okay?

I guess I'm not.

I'm just not used

to driving Steve's car.

Why didn't we take ours?

He said just

to take his.

( turns engine off )

( vomiting )

( coughing )

( spitting )

( coughing )

Chris?

Chris?

( panting )

What is it?

It's not my fault,

is it?

No, no, don't

be ridiculous.

A little bit?

No, don't even

think that way.

I should have done

something...

called the police.

In class,

he seemed so nice,

even when somebody did

something really dumb.

I hope he hasn't

screwed up your head

like he screwed up mine.

Come on, let's go.

What'll they do

when the find him?

Not enough.

Chris, I'm sorry.

Come on,

let's just go.

( engine starts )

( birds chirping )

Is Steve going

to meet us here?

No, he can't get back here

till tomorrow morning.

Go find Martin.

I'll be along

in a minute.

MARTIN:

Kathy, you remember Sister Margaret, don't you?

KATHY:

Yes.

Hello,

Chris. Hi.

And, Kathy?

Hello, Sister.

Martin...

Go with Sister.

Kathy, we're having

buckwheat cakes

and raspberry syrup

for breakfast.

Go, Kath.

KATHY:

Thanks for treating me like a child.

CHRIS:

God, if I could only say what I feel.

What do you feel?

Anger.

Goddamned anger.

How's that for news?

Good. Good news.

At everybody?

Yeah, okay.

And him?

A lot more than anger.

That's right, love.

Keep your head down,

take a deep breath.

Breathe deeply, dear.

My mother and father...

I've been thinking

about them.

When they died...

I was at Mary Elizabeth's

house--

my friend.

They were coming to pick me up.

They crashed.

They got in a crash.

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