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and never look back.

Tomorrow I'm going

to talk to my dad.

I'm going to tell him me and Mike

will find our own way to the game.

I'll say we

want to get there early.

We'll take Roger's car.

You're going

to talk to Desi.

You'll tell her

you want to make up,

a little love session

before the game.

She should be

alone in her room.

Emily will

go on without her.

For it to work, we have to make

sure it looked like Michael did it.

We'll leave behind

a little present.

At exactly 7:
00PM,

you take out Desi...

and you plant Michael's glass.

When that's all done,

you call me on Roger's cellular.

We'll have a rental car

waiting on the side of the road.

When Mike gets out to help,

we'll make it

look like a suicide.

Then we all make our way

to the game on time.

I know my dad.

Without Mike,

he's got to play you.

So we win the game,

and we all swear

we never saw Mike or Desi at all.

If we stick to the timetable,

this will work.

What about Roger?

Roger thinks you and

Desi are just breaking up.

But after it's all over,

I'll tell him.

He'll be so scared,

he'll go along with whatever I say.

And if he doesn't?

You said you're going all

the way with this thing, right?

About what time

was the car checked out?

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, thank you.

Okay.

I appreciate it. Bye.

Herb's on time, so far.

All right.

Hey, man. Man, it's

game time, baby. Let's do it.

A little

pep-up for the road?

No, I can't.

Not tonight.

Oh Mike, come on.

This is my last game

as a Hawk, bro'.

I'm too nervous, man.

We shall go no more

roving so late into the night.

- Look, man, I can't.

- Mike.

All right.

Oh, f***! I'm supposed

to meet with Brandy.

- She was going to ride with us.

- Not anymore, comrade.

She's got wheels.

Don't worry about it.

You sure

you don't want me to wait?

- Save me a seat.

- Okay.

Later.

Man, you're driving

like my grandmother.

Come on, man.

The Duke is going to kill us.

Did you see

that car back there?

What?

The one with

the flashing lights.

- The guy might be in trouble.

- No, no way, man.

We're going

to miss warm-ups.

It'll take just a second to check out.

It's going to be freezing tonight.

We've got to check it out.

Send someone over to check

on their rooms. Hurry!

Let's go,

lads, let's go!

Duke, this is Mr. Bradley, head of

the Game Council Athletic Department.

Yes, sir. It's

a pleasure to meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, couch.

I tell you, I've been following you all year,

and you've done

a great job.

Thanks very much.

I appreciate that.

I wouldn't mind helping

you guys out next season.

I hear that. I'd like to talk

to the Odin kid, if any way possible.

Sir, the whole world

would like to talk to Odin.

Saw him

in the North Charleston semis,

he lacerated their defense.

Nobody's done that all year.

- He had some good coaching.

- Bradley:
I'd have to agree with you.

- Let's talk after the game, couch.

- All right, sir.

He'd sure look good

in that garnet and black.

- Did you comp his ticket?

- Yes, I did.

Come on, lads, let's go.

Come on, sweat it up.

Hey, mister,

you're all right?

What the f***?!

Do it, Rog.

Do it.

F***!

Let it go!

Let it go!

What the f***, man?!

What's wrong

with you, man?

All right.

No!

Sh*t! F***, Rog.

It's got to look like

a f***ing suicide! F***!

I got him!

Just like you said.

I shot the f***er!

Now, we do it close.

No, the cops can tell

someone else shot the first bullet.

You herbed us, man!

You f***ing herbed us!

You f***ing herbed us!

- Hugo, we have to go.

- Where's the scarf?

- You know I gave it to you.

- Where's the scarf?

- We have to go.

- Where's the scarf?

- Let me get him off the road.

- Rog! Rog! Rog!

When that car gets here, I'll tell

them you shot him in self- defense.

He attacked you and

you shot him in self- defense.

If he wakes up,

he's going to tell on me.

It won't matter, Rog.

Desi's dead. I'm sorry, bro'.

What time is it?

Hold on! Hold on!

Brandy,

call 911, okay?

Roger hit Michael with a crow bar

and then Michael shot him.

- Brandy, help me!

- Oh, my God!

I need your help!

We need to get him to a hospital!

Come on, Brandy,

you need to help me, please.

Come on, Brandy!

Brandy!

F***!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Odin.

I saw Mike with the scarf.

He's dead.

He told me

you were with him.

Now he's dead.

He's dead.

Stop. Stop.

I want to be able

to let you go, but I can't.

I wish I could,

but I can't. I can't.

I can't. I can't.

Shh.

Shh. Shh.

Go to sleep.

Shh. Stop. Please.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

- Jason, have you seen Desi?

- Nope.

- What about Hugo?

- Uh-uh.

No?

Desi?

Desi?

- Shh.

- Desi?

Hey.

They killed him!

- They killed Michael!

- What are you talking about?

Hugo!

- You killed her?

- You shut up!

- Shut up!

- You f***ing killed her!

- Hey.

- No!

Tell me Odin is lying.

Tell me you didn't say

Desi was cheating on him!

- I told him what I heard.

- That's a lie! Desi and Michael!?

- You said she slept with him!?

- Emily, shut up!

- Somebody get an ambulance!

- F*** off! Get off her!

- Emily!

- She was a ho'!

Desi was f***ing Mike!

He admitted it!

And she gave him my scarf.

They were laughing at me!

Hugo, tell her!

- Tell her, man!

- That silk scarf?

Emily, be quiet.

No. No, Hugo.

- Shut the f*** up, Emily.

- Hugo had that scarf.

- Emily.

- You begged me to steal it for you!

She's f***ing lying, bro'.

She is f***in' lying.

Don't even f***ing pay

any attention to her.

- You gave that scarf to Michael.

- Tell the truth!

- You gave that scarf to Michael!

- Tell the truth, Emily!

You gave

that scarf to Michael!

Stay down!

Jason,

ask him why he did this.

Ask him!

You won't ask me nothing.

I did what I did.

That's all you need to know.

From here on,

I'll say nothing.

Hugo...

Hugo!

Sit the f*** down!

Everybody sit down

and shut the f*** up!

Now, somebody

here knows the truth.

Somebody needs

to tell the goddamn truth.

My life is over.

That's it.

But while you're

all out here living yours,

sitting around, talking about the n*gger

who lost it, back in high school,

you make sure

you tell them the truth.

You tell them

I loved that girl.

I did.

But I got played.

He twisted my head up.

He f***ed it up.

I ain't no different

than none of you all.

My mom ain't no crack head.

I wasn't no gangbanger.

It wasn't some hood rat

drug dealer that tripped me up.

It was this white, prep school

motherf***er standing right there.

Put the gun down!

Come on, son!

Drop it! Put it down!

You tell them

where I'm from...

didn't make me do this.

All my life,

I always wanted to fly.

I always wanted

to live like a hawk.

I know you're not supposed

to be jealous of anything, but...

to take flight,

to soar above

everything and everyone...

now, that's living.

But a hawk is no good

around normal birds.

It can't fit in.

Even though all the other birds

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