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I mean, guys just don't go around

kissing other guys.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but you're fawning.

Why does he always sit alone?

I'm going to go over there.

Bad move.

Why?

You want him to think

you're desperate?

End of class.

Good work, everybody.

Keep it up.

Don't give up.

- Putting all those things away?

- Yeah.

You'll do that?

All right.

How did you like the exhibit?

Oh, it was amazing.

Really incredible.

It was like she understood light

and how it plays on objects.

Exactly.

Let me show you something.

She uses light from natural sources

beautifully...

...unlike Caravaggio, whose

light sources are unmotivated.

His light comes from anywhere.

Look at the light on her face.

Where does that come from?

It's a wonderful effect, this face.

And see how the light

is coming this way.

Why isn't there a shadow here?

There would have been.

So, it's just arbitrary.

Completely...

Different.

Yes.

It doesn't follow the rules.

Well, I'll let you have this.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

What are you making?

- Not that tuna sh*t again.

- I thought you loved this stuff.

No, not really.

I just eat it to keep from starving.

...and I don't want

to hurt your feelings.

Oh, I'll get over it.

Trust me.

So, you haven't said anything

about your weekend.

How was it?

- It was fine.

- Yeah?

What about school?

Well, the principal has

no sense of humor.

But that's to be expected.

So you think we'll stay this time?

I don't know. We'll see.

Do you like it?

It's all right.

I like this coach.

He's tough,

but he really knows his sh*t.

Yeah, well,

a lot depends on you, Carter.

You know, it's not

just about swimming.

Your grades are for sh*t.

I'm good, Dad.

I keep telling you that.

Yeah, I know you're good.

But listen to me for a second.

The best of the best in the world...

...that's what the games are.

Are you the best of the best

in the world, son?

What are you saying?

That I'm not good enough?

That I'll never be good enough,

so why even try?

No, I'm saying you should apply

yourself to your studies.

...a little more,

that's what I'm saying.

Why?

So I can get into sales?

No, thanks, Dad.

Yeah, well, it's my sales.

...that keeps you in your goggles

and lycra, smart-ass.

Maybe it works for you,

but it's not for me, okay?

I could get into a really good school

on a scholarship.

Yeah, what happens

when you have another seizure?

I shaved two full seconds

off my time today.

You need to start thinking

about something else.

People win gold medals

by a lot less than that.

- Two seconds is a very long time.

- You're not listening to me.

I passed the physical.

I'm cleared to swim.

That's all I care about.

And I don't have epilepsy.

Stop making

such a federal case about it.

Seizures, Carter.

I was there.

- Yeah, a long time ago.

- Not that long ago.

And we never really

got you checked out.

You ever stop to think what could

happen if you had a seizure.

...in that pool?

Dad?

When you first met mom...

Jesus, Carter. I'm not in the mood

to talk about your mother...

No, I wasn't going

to get into all that.

I was just wondering, you know,

when you first met her...

...did you know?

Did I know what?

Did you know that you were

going to marry her?

Did you fall in love at first sight?

Why did you marry her then?

She got pregnant.

It's not too original, is it?

But we thought

we were doing the right thing.

Was that the only reason?

Sorry.

What? Did you want me

to make up a fairytale?

Not this time, Carter.

That's all there was to it.

Oh, the Wheeler kid called.

- Something about an essay...

- Oh, sh*t!

Ow.

Hey.

Quit moving.

It's almost done.

Does that hurt?

There.

Did you ever feel like

you were only good at one thing?

Like you could never do

anything else?

I guess.

Well, what if one day

I couldn't swim anymore?

I don't care if you ever swim

another stroke.

I'm serious.

I can't do anything else.

What are you talking about?

Of course you can do something else.

Nobody swims for a living.

Now, you need...

Right there.

I will.

I saw you eating alone

in the cafeteria today.

I wanted to come sit by you.

Don't.

Okay?

I told you not at school.

That's the last thing I need

is for Henry to find out.

Can't you just tell him

I'm your English tutor?

It's not a big deal.

Oh, you think I'm a punk, right?

Worried about what Henry says?

No, I understand.

I'm under a lot of pressure

right now.

Don't hate me.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

We're just f***ing around, okay?

That's all.

I told you, don't say that.

You can take the grapes

out of your hair now.

If anybody saw me right now,

I think I'd die of embarrassment.

- I must look like...

- You look perfect.

Whatever.

Shut up.

I told my dad

I was coming over here.

He likes it when I come over here.

Can you believe that sh*t?

He's actually encouraging it.

F***ing hilarious.

I'm sitting here posing for you

like Julius f***ing Caesar.

...and he thinks I'm studying.

I can just imagine

the look on his face.

Come on.

It's about to get good.

Tybalt's going to get

his ass kicked.

So, you done with that essay?

Almost.

You have to rewrite it, you know.

Why?

Because he'll know that I wrote it.

- Good morning, ladies!

- F***!

Three steps out the door

and it started already.

What a jerk.

That dude has crawled so far up

my ass I'm getting a headache.

Look, we can split up if you want.

I'll just see you after school,

like you said.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, Danny.

Thanks.

Fag.

What, f*ggot?

I know a lot of you are thinking,

"Why didn't they just run away?"

Right?

It seems logical.

But they can't.

Given the social structure

that was in place...

...carefully monitored by both

the monarchy and the Church...

...it would have been

unthinkable to run.

Now why?

Anyone?

Well, well,

what do we have here?

You're dating Carter now,

you little queer, huh?

Aw,"Romeo and Juliet."

I bet you read that to your little

boyfriend at night, huh?

F*** you, Henry.

Yeah, you wish,

you little f***ing cocksucker.

Come on. Get up,

you f***ing f*ggot. Get up!

Aw, what are you

going to do about it?

Tell your little boyfriend, huh?

Hey, Henry, watch this.

Hey.

Hey.

Holy sh*t.

What happened to you?

Who did this to you?

Who f***ing did this to you?

Who do you think?

That's it.

He's f***ing dead.

No.

Stay. Please stay.

What did he say to you?

Who gives a sh*t

what he said to me?

I think he broke my cheekbone.

Does this hurt?

Everything hurts.

Is it swollen bad?

Tell me exactly

what he said to you.

Tell me!

Can you just, please, hold me?

Sh, it's okay.

Hey.

Hey, hey, sh.

Hey, you got guts.

You got guts, kid.

I love you.

No, you don't.

You hardly know me.

I love you,

no matter what you say.

And I don't care

if you love me back.

I don't... I don't care.

I don't suppose

you have any beer, do you?

None in my house, either.

Can I have one of these?

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