The Rage: Carrie 2 Page #4

It began with something like the snow

dome and then it got out of control.

I'm leaving.

Rachel...

Rachel, it's...

- It's a genetic recessive trait.

- What are you saying I have?

I'm saying you're not crazy,

and it's not the devil.

It's a trait, Rachel, you've inherited.

Telekinesis. The ability

to move objects with your mind.

For years I didn't believe it existed.

There are places that study it. There's

a lab at Princeton. I can take you there.

With all respect, lady,

you are seriously batshit!

I'm walking back to the real world.

Your mother told me your father

is Carrie's father.

No, my father's name was Bill Kirk.

- He left when I was three months old.

- It's a lie.

My mother wouldn't lie to me.

Believe me, you need help.

Like they helped you?

I can help you to get it under control.

I don't want or need your help.

You're not thinking of

pressing charges against my son?

You're not thinking of

pressing charges against my son?

We're doing more than thinking.

Look, Eric's a good kid. He may be guilty

of some youthful transgressions...

Youthful transgressions?

A girl killed herself, Lou.

Hello, Jay.

Sit. Everybody sit.

I'm just listening in.

Okay, then.

Cards on the table.

My boy isn't going down alone.

Go on.

Mark Bing, Jesse Ryan,

Brad Winters and Chuck Potter.

The most prominent families in this town.

Maybe they've all slept

with underage girls. Who can tell?

And, yes, maybe they made a game of it.

Perhaps Eric can get proof of that.

I agree it would be awful,

but I don't think it's criminal.

There will be scouts

at the game on Friday.

Eric takes a fall, maybe they all will.

You wanna be responsible

for ruining their lives?

That sums it up. Karen, what we

have here is an issue with intent.

- Blue-sheet it.

- Oh, but, Jay...

You don't have evidence enough

to tarnish this boy's reputation.

It's not about evidence, is it, Jay?

It's about elections, right?

That is it, Robbie. That is all.

Lou, thanks for coming by.

I'll walk you out.

Appreciate it.

I hope we see you at the game.

- Hey, is this seat taken?

- No.

- What's goin' on?

- Just studying.

You gonna come to the game Friday?

I don't really do football.

It's the season opener. There's gonna

be some scouts. I need you, for luck.

If he's gonna be seen in public with

someone, he should show some respect.

He should show me the respect

at least to be seen with someone pretty.

Someone cool, someone who counts.

You know, someone.

But instead it's her.

And I just feel totally...

Disrespected!

Yeah.

You're being seriously dissed.

I wish there was something I could do

to make him come to his senses.

Mark's got his wheels turning!

What?

What?

Good lift.

Come on. Good lift. Good lift. Good lift.

One more. Push it out, man.

Come on, push it, push it.

Nice!

Hey...

Look, man, I'm sorry.

I guess I overreacted.

- Don't f*** with me.

- I'm not, man.

We've been friends since

we were both dumpin' our drawers.

I thought we'd be best friends for ever.

Never figured some girl

would come in the way of that.

Look, I know I'm scum.

I'm prepared to admit that.

I'm lower than scum.

I'm smegma. I'm butt lint.

- Keep going.

- I'm a prick, an a**hole.

- A**hole, yeah.

- Is that good?

I'm sorry, man.

I'm not the one

you should be apologising to.

I know.

Karen, watch my counter, please.

- Can I help you?

- Um...

Just... Just looking. Thanks.

Hi!

Mrs Porter, this is a friend of mine.

I thought she was gonna frisk me.

She does step class with my mom.

So, what are you shopping for?

Oh, nothing. Just looking.

Perhaps something to wear on a date?

With a certain jock hunk we all know?

No... No.

You know, Tracy isn't universally loved.

There's a shocker.

Exhibit A.

She tried to steal Brad from me.

She's a Melrose Place superbitch.

You have got great lips!

Really. Look. This shade will look

very kissable and soft. Come here.

Trust me, okay?

Hold still.

Are you going to the game?

Just blink once for yes.

Great, cos there's a big party

afterwards. I hope you can go.

I don't think so.

Oh, come on. You really should.

For Jesse.

It'd mean a lot to him if we all got along.

Uh-huh?

Yeah. So you'll go?

Great! See?

Can I ring that up for you?

Sure. How much is it?

$22.50.

Oh, um, maybe next time.

Thanks, Mrs Porter.

I kleptoed it for you.

- Jesse!

- Hey!

Figured out how to make it up

to you and Rachel.

The summer house.

My parents aren't gonna be there.

I figured you wanted to get away

from us idiots for a while.

Have a nice romantic time.

All right?

But you're gonna bring her by my party.

So I can apologise to her, all right?

Then we can all be

one big happy family again.

- All right?

- Okay.

Have a good time, man.

- You look great.

- Thanks.

I really like your hair.

Oh, you can just, you know,

throw those in the back or something.

Mark can be a jerk,

but he's trying. He's got

a party Friday, and he invited us.

- We won't go if you don't want to.

- Let's go.

Um... Uh...

What's wrong?

I'm just

a little scared.

Don't be scared.

I know. I just feel kind of strange.

Look, we don't have to do this tonight.

Whenever you're ready.

God, I must be crazy.

Actually, you're...

about the sanest person I know.

Whoa!

Wow!

You're sane. You're sane.

I love you.

You're grounded. For a week!

- But I've gotta go to the game...

- You wanna make it two?

You stay in this room.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Come on! Shave it off!

Hey, man!

Hey, you're next! Get in the chair!

- Come on!

- Come on, bro!

Come on, man!

You're gonna ruin the whole effect!

Oh, Jess, where's your sac?

Come on!

You have to tell her who her father is.

- Why?

- Because she'll believe it from you.

Rachel needs to seek treatment

before it's too late.

Too late for what?

Rachel's best friend committed suicide.

I'm afraid Rachel may

harm herself

or others.

And you wanna take me... out there?

Yes.

He saw me!

Go get 'em, baby!

Welcome to today's match-up

between Bates Bulldogs

and the Carlin Devils.

It's the first game for both teams as the

Bulldogs seek their 7 th championship.

There's a history of bad blood

between these teams

as the Devils have consistently

been a thorn in the Bulldogs' side.

Let's hope the Dawgs can

pull that thorn out once and for all

as the special teams get set

for the opening kick-off.

Number 42 of the Bulldogs,

Chuck Potter, receiving the kick.

Oh, my! He's popped!

Could I have my purse, please?

Oh.

Just about five minutes to go now

in the second quarter.

A vicious hit by Stark.

Johnson, number 45, isn't getting up.

- What kind of call was that?

- It looks like number 33, Stark,

is being ejected

for a flagrant personal foul.

What the hell is he f***in' doing?

- That was not a flagrant foul!

- 33 has been disqualified.

Why don't I just take

every starter out for you!

Touchdown, Devils!

The Bulldogs are trailing in the second

half as they receive the Devils'punt.

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