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if we try to get past the gate.

You two get your shotguns, get in the

back seat of my car, stay out of sight.

You don't want to do that. You want to

call the state police or the FBI.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'll call them myself.

Now hear this up at the school.

This is the King's County sheriff.

Hold your fire.

I'm coming up to talk to you.

I'm alone and unarmed.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Sheriff, Deputy Assistant

Director Otis Brown.

How you doin'?

Sheriff has agreed to

our assuming jurisdiction.

I've been briefed on the plane.

What's your assessment?

There's an unknown number of terrorists

with.50-caliber machine guns...

and antitank rockets.

There's about three miles

of perimeter around the campus...

and their weapons

can sweep the whole area.

We've got to get assistance

from the military.

I'll try to get it.

- No communication from the school?

- None.

Your father's well?

He's tired of being in prison.

He's ready to go home.

- I'm glad you could get here so quickly.

- My pleasure, Otis.

I have troops in observation positions

around the perimeter of the school...

and an assault force at a staging area

five minutes away.

Now, my orders are to assist you

with observation and surveillance...

and plan a joint assault

with your people.

That's it, Otis.

Anything else would require

specific orders from the president.

I understand.

Let's hope we never need to ask.

Is it armed?

It is now.

Oh, man!

This is disgusting. They expect us

to eat this? This is dog vomit.

The school is taken over by terrorists,

and I'm still on pots and pans.

Stop now.

Please come outside.

Anyone who leaves

this building will be shot.

We will take a head count now

and again in the morning.

If one person is missing...

five of you will be executed.

If two are missing,

ten will be shot.

And so on.

Tomorrow we will begin

a head count every hour...

on the hour.

If all goes well...

you will be allowed

out into the quad.

But every hour on the hour...

you must be in this room

to be counted.

Is that understood?

Second.

You have seen these orange wires running

throughout this building and outside.

These are wired to explosives.

If any one of these wires is cut...

the explosives

will go off automatically.

If any of the individual explosives

are tampered with...

they will explode!

So...

don't touch the wires.

Don't touch the explosives.

Ninety-two.

- All right, all right.

- Just do what they say.

- Are you okay? Are you all right?

- What are you doing?

Ow. Man, stop.

Well, we managed

to stay together anyway.

Yeah, that's my ambition in life...

to die with you guys.

You're the kid they call Yogurt,

right? This is your room?

I'm Derek, and he's Ted,

and yes, this is our room.

Not anymore.

Ah, here we go.

- Put that down!

- I guess some things never change.

You have any sleeping bags,

any blankets?

Do you got any food here,

candy bars?

- Do you have any more magazines?

- No!

- This your plane, Yogurt?

- Yeah, I made it.

You understand all this

remote control stuff?

I do.

The thing the leader's got wrapped

around his wrist... think it'll work?

- Yeah.

- We're well and truly f***ed.

They can't rescue us.

We'd all get killed.

- Then they'll pay the ransom.

- Maybe.

We're gonna do something, right?

We can't just sit by and let

these bastards f*** with our lives.

- Do we have a choice?

- Yes.

Guys?

Could we change the subject?

I'd like to go to bed

without wetting my pants.

This is FBI Deputy

Assistant Director Otis Brown.

Who am I speaking to?

This is Dr. Robert Gould,

"the head"..."headmaster."

Look, all the boys are here.

They're all alive and in good health.

They're frightened, of course.

- Tell them about the explosives.

- What?

Explosives.

There are explosives

all over the campus.

He says that if the wires are cut,

they'll blow up.

And he has

a remote control device...

attached by tape

to the back of his hand.

He says he can blow the school up

by pressing a button.

It is true.

And I will not hesitate.

If you attack the school, my men will

begin shooting students until you stop.

But ifby some miracle,

you kill all of my men...

whatever happens, I will still

have time to press the button...

and every one of us will die.

I am releasing the faculty.

One of them will be carrying

a complete list of my demands.

These are nonnegotiable.

If you do not produce

my father unharmed...

I will begin executing

the hostages.

I'm sure by now you have discovered

who these students are...

and who their parents are.

"Rejects."

I assume the students did this.

Yes.

Over half the student body consists of

boys expelled from other prep schools.

- Hence the nickname.

- I see.

No, you don't see.

My boys, many of them have

a real problem with authority.

There's no telling what they might do

in a situation like this.

That could damn well

get 'em killed.

Exactly.

There's one boy in particular.

Here they come.

There's a body.

I think it's Jesse Miller...

the chemistry teacher.

Do you think it's true

about the explosives?

Would he be willing to blow himself up

along with everyone else?

I think he'd be willing to do anything

ifhe doesn't get his father back.

Anything.

Can't sleep, huh?

Nope.

Yeah, me neither.

None of us can sleep,

especially with you two yapping.

Billy, we gotta do something.

Yeah, we can be cool

and wait to be rescued.

Anybody know Morse code?

With that light and a mirror,

we could send signals back and forth.

No, Billy!

Nobody knows Morse code.

For Christ's sakes.

Well, we got the perfect number

for poker.

Anybody got a deck of cards?

You can't smoke in the dorms.

What are they gonna do,

kick me out?

Shut up, you guys.

Hey, Joey, shut the door.

Shut the door.

There's one of them

at the end of the hall.

Yeah?

So we make some noise

and we get him in here.

And then we jump him.

Then what?

Billy, he's got

a f***in' machine gun.

With a f***ing machine gun,

we could shred these f***ers!

This machine gun stuff

must run in Mafia families.

You son of a b*tch!

- Come on, man.

- That was a joke, okay?

I'm your friend.

I can call you a wop if I want to.

Quiet.

- They're crazy.

- Kiss and make up.

I'm sorry.

Just don't call me a wop.

Sure. Is it okay

if I call you an a**hole?

Sure. A**hole, d*ckhead.

Whatever.

F*** face.

All right, enough of this

machine gun stuff, Joey.

Oh, okay, Mom.

You think of a better idea.

- You wanna know what we should do?

- No.

We need to find out everything

about these guys who are holding us.

How many there are, what kind of guns

they have, all that stuff.

Then we need to get that information

to the outside world.

Then they can get in

and rescue us.

It's a very cool idea.

Let's do it.

That sounds like a lot of effort

for a group of underachievers.

The difference is, if the dean

catches you, he doesn't kill you.

- Are you with me or not?

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