The Rage: Carrie 2 Page #5

Number 42, Chuck Potter,

takes the kick again for the Dawgs.

And there he goes

cutting across the field,

racing down the sideline!

Fourth quarter action. Here's the snap.

A quick pass to Jesse Ryan,

and, oooh, he was hit hard!

What a pop! He is down.

He is not getting up right away.

Wait a minute. I see...

I see movement.

Yes, he's finally moving now.

He's up.

Shaking it off. And there he goes.

Everything's so different,

so very different.

Things change.

There's Mr Bellows.

Hello, George!

He always had an eye for me.

- Where?

- Right there.

Hello, George!

Devils suck!

It's pretty much do-or-die time now.

The Dawgs down by 4,

with 12 seconds left on the clock.

It's been a struggle for the Dawgs,

trying to move the ball

against the stingy Devils defence.

This is not how

the Dawgs wanted it to come out.

They've had a tough time on defence.

- They're not moving the ball as usual.

- Ryan, come here.

All right, son, trips right,

crazy eight. Let's go.

They're taking their time here.

Probably their last play of the game.

Trips right, crazy eight.

Go! Go, Bulldogs!

Hey, come back here!

Last chance. We'll look for a Hail Mary.

We've got Jesse Ryan set wide.

Bulldogs set. There's the snap.

A long bomb down towards the corner.

Ryan is there. He's under it.

He jumps. He's got it!

Complete!

Touchdown, Bulldogs!

The Bulldogs win it!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, baby! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Ryan! Ryan.

College scout wants to talk to you.

Hi.

Brad.

Yeah?

Could you tell Rachel to wait for me?

No problem. And hey... good luck.

Thanks.

- Hey, Rachel.

- Hey.

- Hi, Monica.

- Hey!

Jesse's talking with a scout.

- He said to go ahead to the party.

- You hear that?

A scout. Isn't that great?

- Yeah, that's great.

- All right.

I'm goin' with the guys.

See you there.

Come on.

I'll give you a ride to Mark's.

- Thanks.

- Deborah!

Dress. Dress. Dress time!

- Try this.

- Thanks.

Mascara. Mascara!

Sorry.

Done. How do I look?

- Beautiful.

- Thank you.

- You look good.

- You, too.

- You look really pretty.

- You need lipstick.

Yo, check it out.

Goddamn it!

Whoa, that sucks!

They even slashed my tyres.

Further proof the Devils

are just a bunch of pigs, huh?

- Are you looking for Rachel?

- Yeah.

She's at Mark's. You want a ride?

I just have to stop by my place real quick.

- Have you seen Rachel Lang?

- Who?

- Rachel Lang. Was she at the game?

- Oh, yeah. With the tattoo.

I saw her leave with Monica Jones.

I guess they went to Mark Bing's party.

Rachel with Monica?

Just go away!

Todd, get off my butt!

Stop!

Whoa, bro, what are you doing?

You bust something,

heads are gonna roll.

Whoo-hoo!

Yes! Yes!

Rachel, yo.

You could get me into this party, right?

Arnie, we'll come back for you.

I told you.

In a couple of years!

How come she gets to go in, then?

- She's one of us.

- I'll try and get you in, Arnie!

F*** that. Come on,

let's do some serious doughnuts.

Come on. Hit it! Whoo!

Then the scout said

"I love your aggressive play.

You have that killer instinct."

Great. For you, that's great.

- There she is. You better disappear.

- No problem.

Swank!

Relax. They just need to get to know you

for who you really are.

- How about a drink?

- Right on.

What can I get you beautiful ladies?

- Some margaritas would be nice.

- Okay.

- B-rad.

- Yo!

- Margaritas.

- Comin'!

- Thanks.

- I'm glad you could make it.

Sorry about the other night.

It was just a bunch of guys

being guys. I'm sorry.

Jesse told us to cool it and explain.

So, no hard feelings? Peace?

Well, as long as you

pour me a drink, all right.

Sho'.

Thanks.

To new friends, then?

- Drink to that.

- Okay.

Tracy, I appreciate the ride, but let's go.

I'm trying to figure out what to wear.

Of course.

Hey, what do you think of this?

- Looks good.

- Really?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know.

I think it might be a bit much.

Don't you?

We're gonna be late.

Pretty soon she won't care.

What's that?

If she cares about you,

she won't mind if you're late.

- Come on, wench, let's dance!

- Don't you "wench" me!

- Come on, wench, let's dance!

- Don't you "wench" me!

Rachel, let's dance.

I think I'd rather wait for Jesse.

- He'd want you to have fun.

- Come on, have some fun.

Yeah, come on, Rach.

I got you, babe. Come on.

Go, Rachel!

Whoa!

Hey, Mark, I got a little present

for you, right here.

Mark, you like the game footage?

I love the footage. Yes, I do!

Are you talking about today's game?

No, about the other game.

What other game?

- The game that you're in. My turn.

- Yeah?

- The game you played, Rachel.

- Right. What was the score?

Grab that scorebook. I wanna see it.

- Want to see it now? All right.

- Come here, baby.

I wanna show you how you

helped Jesse win the game.

Two-twenty-four!

Hut, hut, hut, hut!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Rachel!

Catch!

Yeah, baby!

Yeah!

Hold it! I gotta get my camera.

- Read off the scores.

- Hold on.

Come on, Rachel! Read the scores!

Let's start with Eric's scores

cos it's gonna be so sad.

Start with poor Eric.

What's the matter? Is there

someone in there you recognise?

Someone you know? Huh?

Ahh, Lisa!

I forgot about Lisa.

Eric!

Come on down!

There's our brother!

The DA kissed his butt!

- We were just talking about Lisa.

- Oh, Lisa!

How was she?

To be honest,

I just about split her in two!

How many points was she?

Four, but we should deduct those

since she offed herself.

Wait. Think of how many points he'd have

got if he'd done her after she was dead.

- A bit cold, huh?

- Chuck, come on!

Rach, baby, read that.

Open it up to Jesse's page.

I want you to see how many points

Jesse got for you!

I think that'll be about a two-four-six-eight!

Who do we appreciate!

Remember, you said you were a dyke,

so extra points for the conversion.

Oh, the conversion! Two points!

Not two. Thirty!

Thirty?! You gave her thirty?!

She should get extra points,

being so skanky.

Look.

Look at that. Look at it.

We didn't think Jesse could do it.

- So he offered to get us proof.

- How do you like Jesse's big play?

Lookie, lookie here, Rachel! Lookie here!

- They're all gonna laugh at you!

- Was it good for ya?

- Is that you?

- They're all gonna laugh at you!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

Was it good, Rachel!

Was it good, Rachel!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

Sucker! Sucker! Sucker!

Hey, is that a zit on your ass?

It is! It is a zit on her ass!

No, that's a mole.

Holy sh*t.

- Mark, what's going on?

- I have no idea.

Rachel!

Out of my way!

- Hey!

- Brad, you bastard!

- Get out of the way! Move it!

- Sh*t! It won't open!

Holy sh*t, dude! It's her doing it!

Go!

Somebody put me out! Help!

Oh, God, help me!

Help me!

Oh, my God!

Let me out!

Man, we're missing one killer party.

- Where are the f***in' keys!

- Hurry!

My stupid dad's always hiding

these friggin' keys!

Tyler! Tyler, get up!

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