Some Kind of Hate

Help me.

Oh, God.

Help me!

Please...

Help me.

Please.

Help me.

It's supposed to be playing sport,

f***ing f*ggot!

You broke the TV again.

What're you talking about?

You plugged all this wires and sh*t

into it. Now there's no picture.

You f***ing drunk.

- What did you say to me?

- You heard me.

What did you say to me?

Say it again! Say it again!

You're a big tough guy, now? Say it.

I'll fix it when I get back.

Yeah, you'll fix it.

Too scared to eat in the cafeteria

with everybody else?

I'm not scared.

Then why are you out here

doodling like a little girl?

What did I ever do to you?

You came to this school and acted

like a fag, you f***ing freak.

Get outta my way.

Oh, man, you came all over yourself!

Is it because you're so excited

to see me, fag tag?

You gonna clean up that mess?

Are you crying?

What do they say?

No crying over spilled milk?

Come on, fag tag, lick it up.

You getting this?

Leave me alone!

I'll f***ing kill you!

Here you go.

50 bucks for each criminal mastermind.

Oh, come on. They're not bad kids,

they're just a little lost.

- Now they're found.

- Well, they will be, once they meet him.

- You don't get out too much, do you, Krauss?

- Mister Iverson needs me here.

At the school.

Bye now, have a blessed day!

For those of you joining our program

this semester, welcome.

I designed Mind's Eye Academy

as a place to reset.

A place to learn

how to do things differently.

We attune ourselves to the desert.

To the Earth, and to the sky.

Giving your cell phones to Christine

frees you up to other communications.

We work with our hands...

as well as our minds.

There's no service here, anyways.

- It's got all my music.

- No exceptions.

But if you think of it

as part of a larger process,

then it just might.

You've come here to destroy

the impulses that got you here.

I've seen worse.

The place is a f***ing scam.

Yeah, see that Mercedes in the lot?

We could hotwire it, take it to Vegas.

Yeah, why not? They can pin some

more bullshit crimes on us, right?

Okay, hold on. My crime

was not bullshit, all right?

- Porn hack.

- What?

I... rerouted my school servers

to Bangtastic.com. I'm sure you know it.

You know, everyone googling Selena Gomez,

or Bieber, or whoever the f***, you know.

Bang! Big c*cks. Wide open pussies.

How much of a hero are you?

I was number one thug for about a day.

So what about you?

Come on, man, we're all fuckups here.

This kid was picking on me for years.

I finally hit him back.

They blamed it on me.

F***ing bullies always

get away with their sh*t.

I wanna live in a world where...

where a**holes get

what they deserve, you know?

Well, you must have clocked

the sh*t outta that dude.

Come on, man. It ain't so bad.

We're surrounded by beautiful sunsets

and emotionally annihilated girls.

Yeah, I could get into

sitting on the porch

with a shotgun, dropping acid.

Firing at invisible machine elves.

Jesus, no means no, guy.

Eating alone?

No.

- I heard about you.

- Is that a good thing?

Pretty good.

- What was that about?

- Oh, he's just asking about you.

- What's with all the attention?

- Come on,

you like it.

Nice.

- Seriously, what was that about?

- I don't know, forget about it.

Samantha. Tell us why you're here.

Because my parents are f***ing retarded.

- Let's not blame others.

- Because I was selling pills.

I wanted to be captain of the soccer team,

my parents expected straight As.

But with Adderall I could do everything.

- So what's the problem?

- Kaitlin...

Your mind is everything,

what you think, you become.

Do not dwell on the past,

do not dream of the future.

Concentrate the mind

on the present moment.

Hey.

- She makes me desperate for a cigarette.

- Have you seen our teacher?

And try to run the down and up.

And back into downward dog.

The desire to be perfect?

The trick of the ego.

Screw that.

Everybody wants to be perfect.

He's not saying everyone

doesn't wanna be perfect,

he's just saying that wanting

doesn't get you very far.

Very helpful, Willie, thank you.

May seem crazy to you guys.

Trust me, it did to me, too

when I used to go here.

Keep your spine aligned.

- Lincoln?

- What?

Would you like to tell us

why you're here?

No.

I don't deserve to be here.

Let's go, man.

I'm good.

I thought you were pretty badass.

I mean, stabbing somebody in the face

with a fork? That's pretty gangster.

He got what he deserved.

Yeah, well, we don't need

to pull vigilante sh*t here, right?

I'm cool with that.

You're cool with that?

F***ing cool with that?

Isn't that f***ing groovy?

It's because of you, isn't it?

You're going around telling people

that I'm some freak that stabbed

someone with a fork.

No, I'm not.

At least have the balls

to admit it, Isaac.

- All right, man, but it's badass.

- No, it's not.

Because now people are gonna test me

to see if I lose my sh*t.

No. They'll think you're a stone cold killer

and leave you the f*** alone.

Not how it works, Isaac.

Jesus, all right, I'm just trying to help.

Why don't you f***ing stick up for yourself?

What we've got here

is a failure to communicate.

Look, I'm just f***ing with you.

I mean, seriously, how clich is this?

The bully picking on the spazzy kid,

trying to get him to freak out?

Glad you came around.

I just wanna skip to the part

where you freak out.

Oops. Guess I'm the spazz.

Nasty.

You actually talk?

I thought you'd just have him

do it for you.

Pick it up.

No.

Pick it the f*** up.

Good job, shitheads.

Oh, f***.

F***.

Nice lighter.

Thanks.

It was my mom's.

I think it's cool, you know.

What you did to that kid

to get sent here.

I feel bad.

People get what they deserve.

Or they should.

I hate bullies.

- What'd you do to get here?

- Usual bad girl stuff.

The wayward cheerleader.

- You're a cheerleader?

- Past life.

I think it's starting to happen again...

with Willie.

I don't wanna fight him.

But he keeps testing me.

I can help.

What are you gonna do?

I'll kick his ass.

You'll get us both killed.

Here's hoping.

- Wait, do it again.

- Do it again. Do it again.

Just say that. Don't f*** up. Yeah.

- "Tippin' on my dick"?

- That sh*t...

I'm in the party with my jeans to a sag

If a girl wanna dance then she gotta be bad

Tippin' on my dick

Tip, tippin' on my dick

I like any song that's about anybody

licking my clit. This is a good song.

I'm tasty, yeah, I'm a cold ass b*tch

I gotta be specifically

in this piece of sh*t

So f*** you literally

and come and get my sh*t

- Oh, sh*t.

- What happens next?

Oh, sh*t.

What's this?

F*** you, Iverson.

- You scared the sh*t out of me.

- I'm sorry.

Walls are super thin.

What are they gonna do?

Put us in a reform school

in the middle of the desert?

Or else they'll meditate us to death.

I brought you something.

I made a playlist for you.

Where'd you hide this?

I found where they stashed them,

and I took it back.

- F*** them, it's mine.

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