The Rage: Carrie 2 Page #3

- You never liked her.

Everything's okay now.

What's this?

Really.

Thanks.

Look at the window.

What the hell happened here?

How should I know?

Ah, Jesus!

Don't go tellin' no stories

about my boy Eric.

Motherf***er!

Come on!

Why do the innocent

always get hit in a drive-by!

What happened to you last night?

I waited up for you.

- Why don't you tell me?

- What are you talking about?

I waited at the caf for over an hour.

I'll tell you what happened.

What is wrong with this picture?

What does he see in her?

Come on, Trace.

You're caviar, she's Cheez Whiz.

He'll come around. He's letting little Jesse

do the thinking for big Jesse.

I just don't want any part of this, okay?

Let me talk to Mark. I'll work this out.

They were probably drunk

and being stupid.

No, don't.

Maybe all of this isn't such a good idea.

All of what?

Guys like you are supposed

to date girls like Tracy, okay?

That's what this is about?

No. Hold on.

Let me take you out for a date.

A nice mellow one. Tonight.

I'm not going anywhere

until you say yes. Try me.

See?

I mean it. I'm telling you.

Just say yes.

Okay.

- What was that?

- Okay.

All right!

Yes.

Rachel, I need to talk to you.

We need to talk.

- What's the matter?

- Did you go by Rachel's?

Yeah. We were just sending her

a little message.

Give it to me next time.

I'll make sure she gets it.

What are you gettin' all bent for?

This girl's a skank.

- You don't even know her!

- What, and you do?

She doesn't deserve to be treated like

that. Who are you to send her a message?

Who am I? I'm a friend who gives a sh*t

that my boy's goin' down for rape!

I'm gonna do anything

to keep her from talkin'.

Eric's a big boy. You got anything

to tell her, deal with me.

- Deal with you?

- Deal with me.

No. You're gonna have to deal with me.

What is wrong with you, Jesse!

This is us, man! We're all friends here!

No. We just grew up together.

This is just a test that will

let me know how to help you better.

This is just a test that will

let me know how to help you better.

You're wasting your time.

Just answer the statements

true or false.

"There's a man inside the television

who tells me what to do."

Uh, false? I don't see the point.

"Sometimes my thoughts assume

the form of a giant insect."

This doesn't make any sense.

Answer true or false.

"Sometimes my thoughts assume

the form of a giant insect."

False.

"If you want to play the piano well,

you have to practise."

True.

"Large furry animals crawl

on my face while I sleep."

True.

I have a dog.

"Sometimes I can move things

with my mind."

- You can't make me do this.

- Sit down.

I'm trying to help.

- You're not my mother.

- I'm trying to be your friend.

Let go of me!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

Selling used cars is not what I want.

Unless I nail that football scholarship,

that's what I get.

I can't believe I'm telling you this.

I never told anybody this before in my life.

It must be nice not having to be

like everybody else.

It's not so great.

I mean,

sometimes I wish I could just be

one of the shiny, happy people.

Does that surprise you?

Yeah. Yeah.

Everything about you surprises me.

Whoa! Whoa!

Um...

I knew this guy once. He did this thing.

He could suck a strand of spaghetti

up his mouth and right out of his nose.

Brain flossing?

He called it a talent.

I bet you're wondering

where I'm going with this, right?

Well...

you really have a talent.

You've got football.

It'll get you out of this place.

After that, you can do what you want.

Make your own path.

Write your own book.

Think so?

Word.

Word?

Word.

Word.

You wanna come with me?

What?

Uh... your brake.

It's poking me right in the back.

You wanna?

Uh...

I really don't know how to say this.

What?

I've never...

Oh.

Oh!

Yeah.

- And I want it to be special.

- Yeah.

Like, you come to my door

with flowers in your hand.

Oh, well, okay.

What kind of flowers do you like?

- Daisies.

- Daisies.

Yeah.

Okay. I'll have to remember that.

I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

Mrs Lang, I need to ask you

a few questions about Rachel.

Who is...

- Who is her father?

- It ain't important.

- I knew you'd come back.

- I'm afraid we don't know each other.

We can still get married.

I'll marry you.

- I need to know who he is.

- I'm sorry, that's private.

The hell with them!

What do they know?

Cut it out! She's not Terry!

Now kindly go away.

He's never had a visitor.

Wants to share everybody else's.

Mrs Lang, it's very important

that you tell me who Rachel's father is.

I don't see how that's

any of your business.

I'm trying to help Rachel. She seems

troubled and I'm very worried about her.

You're worried?

Are you very worried?

I am.

You don't have any children,

do you, miss?

No. No, I don't.

Then you don't know. You will never know

how terrifying children can be.

Mrs Lang, I know this is

a really strange question,

but when Rachel was growing up

did you ever see objects

move by themselves?

And did the doctors convince you

it was your imagination?

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord

is with thee. No. I was crazy then.

I thought she was possessed.

I thought the devil was inside her.

Mrs Lang, Rachel needs help.

She may have a disease,

a genetic disorder.

I believe her father

may have passed it on to her.

- Could I have it? Did I give it to her?

- No.

- How do you know?

- The male is the carrier.

Mrs Lang, you must tell me his name.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

I did tell Rachel once how we met.

He said it was love at first sight.

I'll tell you, but don't you dare

hurt my daughter.

I never told her, cos

people around here aren't fond of

Carrie White, cos of what she did.

See,

he was her daddy, too.

His name was Ralph.

Ralph White.

Rachel?

I need you to come with me.

The night of the prom

73 people died.

A few of us survived, but

we've never talked about that night.

That's why I ended up at Arkham,

if you wondered.

I witnessed something

I can't even begin to tell you about.

But look around. See for yourself.

This was the original high school.

I wish they'd tear it down.

It's like some

twisted memorial to that night.

I haven't been here in over 20 years.

Happy homecoming.

You've heard of Carrie White?

Supposedly she set the fire

as some type of

revenge-suicide thing.

Elvis was her date,

and they escaped in a UFO.

I know what happened

to that snow dome on my desk.

It fell.

We both know.

Rachel, is Jesse Ryan pressuring you...

- That's none of your business.

- Look...

I know everything there is to know

about Carrie White.

She did this.

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