The Rage: Carrie 2 Page #2

Yesterday she, uh...

She told me she lost her virginity.

Do you know this boy?

Eric Stark.

He's on the team.

Can I talk to you?

Excuse us, Rachel.

Robbie, I had a freshman girl

crying last week.

Five more have been in my office

this semester.

I couldn't get anything out of them,

but... their friends told me

football players slept with them,

then dumped them.

It's not illegal to break a girl's heart.

Eric is 18.

Lisa was 16. That's statutory rape.

That's a stretch.

Let's make it, before someone else's

daughter jumps off a building.

Sue.

Listen.

Are you sure you're not still trying

to save a girl that died 20 years ago?

Help me!

Plug it up! Plug it up!

Okay. I'll look into it.

That was great.

Yeah.

The minute man!

Do it, baby! Do it again!

Gimme the book. Gimme the book!

Oh, my!

- He nailed a hottie!

- No, no, an eight.

Is he going back in for double time?

I don't feel good. I'm gonna be sick.

- He's gonna puke!

- Not in my car!

You know, Mark invited me

to his party on Friday.

What are you thinking about?

Nobody.

I asked what, not who.

It's nothing. It's, uh...

Doesn't it bother you that some girl

offed herself yesterday?

Why? She wasn't anybody.

What?

I mean, I didn't know her.

You know, I still don't have

a date for Mark's party.

Hint, hint.

Sh*t!

Stop.

Stop!

Rachel, stop this.

Hey! Hey! Get back here!

That rotten dog.

Hey! Your dumb dog got out.

Walter!

Stay!

Stop!

Walter! My God!

Walter!

Stop! Help!

Please stop! Stop!

Stop!

Rachel?

- Please!

- What happened?

Please help me!

Are you gonna be all right?

Sorry.

For what?

For making you come out here

all this way.

Don't worry about it.

What about my windshield?

How bizarre was that?

I'm sorry about your car.

It wasn't your fault.

It was probably a rock or something.

Walter's banged up pretty bad.

He has broken ribs.

He tore an artery in his front leg.

He's lost quite a bit of blood.

His pressure's stabilised.

He's gonna make it.

- Can I see him?

- Come back tomorrow.

Any time after eight.

Don't worry. It's because

you look like a mass murderer.

What's with the music?

Don't they have anything good,

like Garbage?

- You like Garbage?

- Yeah. Shirley Manson, she rocks.

Lisa loved her.

You two were really close, huh?

I'm really sorry.

Sometimes...

I'd see someone from behind

and... I'd know, I'd just

know it was Lisa.

And she'd turn around, and it wasn't.

But sometimes it was.

And now

whenever I see someone who looks

like her and she turns around,

it won't be.

Ever.

It's gettin' pretty late.

- Can I give you a ride home?

- I can walk.

Yeah, right.

I can hitch. Don't worry.

Then you can go hitch.

Or I could just

wait for my limo.

Yeah, you could do that.

Just wait for your limo.

Come on.

I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow.

Sure.

You'll let me know how Walter's doing?

Yeah.

And uh

thank you

for everything.

Well, uh... good night.

Good night.

- Dry weather.

- Acrylic sweater.

I shook her hand.

Thank you for your support.

I'd like your vote.

Stupid.

Lisa!

Don't! Don't jump!

Last night I took a look at your file.

Your mom is at Arkham

for schizophrenia?

How's she doing?

She's gonna be fine.

I had a really traumatic experience

in high school.

I tried to help someone,

and it backfired horribly.

No! Stop!

I spent some time at Arkham

as a patient.

Does that shock you?

I guess. I mean, you seem

pretty normal to me.

Yeah, well... I try.

So,

do you visit your mom often?

Is that scary for you?

What do you mean?

It's perfectly normal to be afraid

of turning out like your parents.

Come on!

I know I'm ten times more likely

to get it than most people.

I didn't mean to patronise you.

So,

is that scary for you?

Rachel,

in a way you've lost your mother

and now you've lost a friend.

Losing people close to you can be

very painful and lonely.

- If you wanna talk...

- No!

I'm sorry. I...

I must've knocked it.

I didn't see you knock it.

I know.

I know what you did to her.

As we can see from last year's film

As we can see from last year's film

the Carlin Devils play tough,

smash-mouth football.

Here we see Mr Bing...

- I thought you got the pictures.

- Relax, all right?

Nobody knows.

I'm sure they're at the Photo Mat.

It takes an hour to develop film.

Come on, man.

Mr Bing, on your feet.

- Turn around and drop trou.

- What?

You heard. Drop trou, shorts and all.

Now, son!

If you wanna stay a starter on this team.

You undress like a girl. Let's go.

After that half-assed block,

I wanted to check if maybe you

had a tampon string between your legs.

Sit.

All right, girls, this Friday it's gonna be

kill or be killed. Let's go!

- Yeah, Bing!

- You ready for the game Friday?

Yeah!

You've never seen,

met or talked to Lisa Parker?

No, sir, never.

Who's this you're hanging on to?

Salvation Army alert.

Look who Jess is talking to.

She's such a bottom-feeder.

You working tonight?

No.

You wanna meet me at the diner?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Cool. See you there.

So, what did he want?

He asked me out.

- What did you say?

- I said, "Okay. It's your funeral."

Well, okay, pardon me,

but is hanging out with jock-boy

such a hot idea?

I just heard that he's dating

Tracy Campbell, you know.

And she uh...

Right now she's giving you

the look of a thousand deaths.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, duh!

Coach says I'm starting this week.

Coach says I'm starting this week.

What happened in there?

Kelton, man. Somebody told him

I did Lisa and now I'm suspended.

My dad will kill me.

- What about the game?

- Who cares?

Kelton had a picture of Lisa and I,

and talked statutory rape.

Now I face the DA on Thursday.

Relax. It's bullshit, all right?

Your dad will kick your ass, but

he's a lawyer. He'll kill that sh*t dead.

I'll miss the game of the year.

Football scouts are gonna be there

and I'll be on the bench

with a thumb up my ass.

And that b*tch Rachel will be talking

all kinds of sh*t to anyone who'll listen.

The best defence is a good offence.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- We're gonna do some damage control.

Get it together. He's just a guy.

You are gonna be late.

Boyd?

Emilyn?

Forget your keys?

Let's take the front.

Rachel...

Stop it! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

- Rachel...

- Stop it!

Hello?

What's your favourite scary movie?

Rachel?

What?

Are you naked?

Who is this?

Or are you wearing a little red towel?

It's playtime!

Who the f*** is this?

Why don't I come and show you,

you f***in' dyke?

What do you want!

Who is this!

Don't you recognise the voice?

Who does it sound like?

Hey, Rachel!

I'm calling the police.

- Rachel! Rachel!

- Come on out here, Rachel!

You b*tch!

- What are you doing?

- F***in' her over like she's f***in' me.

No way.

What the f*** are you doin'?

I have an emergency!

I'm at 3366 Broad Street!

- It's the parents!

- Let's go! Let's get outta here!

Yeah. I'm still here.

- If she touches you one more time...

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