Youth in Revolt Page #6

call the sheriff.

Okay, Lacey, come on.

Okay. You can get up? Yeah.

Get your hands off me,

you f***.

- Easy, George.

- F***.

F***.

I apologize.

Bye, guys.

Bye, Nicky.

You know, Sheeni's coming home

for Thanksgiving dinner.

You should be there.

But, Paul, your parents despise me.

Dinner's at 2. Hope you like turkey.

I love it.

- Hello?

- Nick.

- Hi, Mom. What's up?

- How are you?

I'm fine, Mom.

Lance and I are through.

He was being very rude to me.

And at my age,

I don't have to stand for that.

That's good to hear, Mom.

Maybe you should

try and be single for a while.

Romances don't seem to be

your calling in life.

Listen, Nicky,

when Lance stormed out...

...he said he was through

covering for you.

The Berkeley police

know that you set that fire...

...and Lance told them

where you are.

Nicky, they're coming to arrest you.

Okay, Mom. Thanks for calling.

Happy Thanksgiving.

You're still going over there?

We need to get out town.

What about Sheeni?

Think.

Is this b*tch worth going to jail for?

- Oh, hi, Nick.

- Hi, Paul.

Right on time. Come on in.

I brought some maple bars

for dessert.

- Fantastic.

- They're really good.

- They smell good.

- Hello.

- Happy Thanksgiving, Nicky.

- Oh, hey, Lacey.

I brought some maple bars.

Oh, thank you. I'll set them out.

Mr. and Mrs. Saunders,

you remember Nick, don't you?

Hi.

Paul served them

an appetizer earlier.

Stuffed mushrooms.

Hey.

Nick.

Sheeni.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What?

I was expelled.

What? Why?

For falling asleep in class.

For my grades.

I'm stuck back here with my parents

in this horrible trailer.

My brother's lost his mind.

He's drugged everyone.

- Let's get out of here.

- What?

Let's run away together.

The police are after me.

They know that I started the fire.

But we could be outlaws together,

just like we planned.

- I have to think.

- Sheeni. Dinner's ready.

- Everything's delicious.

- Paul prepared the entire meal.

He just loves all the traditional

Thanksgiving foods.

Well, I hope it's the first of many

such occasions for myself.

- I'll get it.

- Is someone here?

- Trent.

- Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie.

- What are you doing here?

- Can I come in?

Of course.

Hello, everyone.

Trent, this is Lacey, Paul's friend.

Yes, we've met before

at my father's office.

- Yes.

- You're looking wonderful, Lacey.

Oh, thank you.

- Happy Thanksgiving.

- You too.

It's great to see you.

And this is Nick.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Trent.

Have a seat, Trent.

I'm sorry, Sheeni, but I can't.

In fact, I have a bit of bad news.

What is it?

I searched the room of Bernice Lynch

thoroughly from top to bottom.

Did you obtain proper authorization

from school officials?

No, Nick.

I acted on my own initiative.

I was curious as to why

a girl as sweet as Bernice...

...would color me

in such an unflattering light.

In Bernice's closet, I found...

...this letter.

In the letter, the writer expresses

a strong affection for Bernice...

...and instructs her to begin a program

of sedating Sheeni...

...with drugs that he himself

supplied.

Nicky, you didn't.

You could have killed me.

- Oh, Nicky.

- Bad break, Nick.

- Who died?

- No one yet, Mrs. Saunders.

- Arrest him.

- I can't arrest him.

I have called the Santa Cruz police.

They're on their way here right now.

Well, I'll be leaving.

Please continue without me.

Nick.

I would advise you to remain here...

...and face the consequences

of your actions like a man.

Well, thank you

for that unsolicited counsel, Trent.

And please do drop dead.

Goodbye, Sheeni.

I need your help. We need to hurry.

We need to get out of here, okay?

- We need to leave.

- Nick, where the hell have you been?

The cops were looking for you.

They barged in,

found my illegal satellite dish-

We need to go right now.

I need you to put me up in a motel.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Do you expect me to let you

get away with all this?

That's it. I'm calling the cops.

Dad, you're gonna send

your only son to prison?

Hey, I don't need a lecture

from a f***ing arsonist.

At least give me your car

so I can get out of here.

If you think I'm gonna give you my car

you got another thing coming.

Dad!

You're not a little kid anymore.

You gotta face the music, Nick.

Dad.

Nick.

Open this door, Nick.

I'm warning you, don't you do this.

Nick.

Open this door. You open this-

Nick, get back here.

You stop this car right now,

I'm warning you.

You're in trouble!

We stopping to admire the scenery

or something?

- I don't want to leave without Sheeni.

- Cut the sh*t.

I can live as a woman.

I can change my name to Carlotta.

Why don't you start the f***ing car?

I can't leave with her hating me.

I have to go back.

I have to tell her that everything I did

was for her.

Let me paint you

a little picture, Nick.

You go back, they bust you,

you go to jail.

Sheeni goes on with her life.

F*** Sheeni.

All right.

I'm gonna help you

get back to your lady.

But you better get laid this time.

If you end up going to jail a virgin,

I won't be sticking around.

Now give me 25 cents, Carlotta.

- Officer Lance Westcott, please.

- One moment.

Officer Westcott.

Hey, a**hole, it's me.

Nick. You little sh*t.

You know you're going to jail, right?

I'm calling to make it easy for you.

Hazel Park, one hour.

Round up your friends.

I'm turning myself in. F*** you.

Holy sh*t, you've lost your mind.

Wait.

- patience is beginning to wear thin

and they understand why.

Terrence?

The measure goes before

the full state legislature...

...at the end of the current session.

Repeating our top story...

...a police source has identified

Nicholas Twisp as a suspect...

...in last September's massive fire

in downtown Berkeley.

We have an exclusive interview with

one of Twisp's former classmates.

I just hope that society

isn't too severe in judging Nicholas.

So often my generation is portrayed

as a juvenile and wasteful group.

He needs help.

And he's better off

in the hands of the authorities.

Twisp is 5'9", 135 pounds...

...with brown eyes, dirty-blond hair

and a pale complexion.

He was last seen

in the vicinity of Ukiah.

Who's that?

Hello, Mrs. Saunders. I'm Carlotta,

Sheeni's friend from school.

Oh, hello there.

I've come to memorize church hymns

with Sheeni for this Sunday's services.

Sheeni's coming to church?

That's my understanding, yeah.

Oh, well, please do come in.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sheeni?

Your friend Carlotta's here.

Phil, this is Carlotta.

She says that Sheeni's

coming to church with her on Sunday.

Well, nice to meet you, young lady.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Saunders.

Hello, Sheeni.

Hello, Carlotta.

May I come up?

You got me expelled.

I'm sorry, Sheeni.

Do you realize what life is like

for me here?

Do you have any idea?

Sheeni, I've been alone

my whole life.

I do know what it's like.

I burned down Berkeley for you.

I destroyed both of my parents' cars.

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