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I am fucked!
Sayonara.
Did you just...
Help!
Jesus Christ! Help!
Help me!
Help me! Ah! Fuck!
Fuck!
No, no, no! No!
Fuck!
Help! Somebody help me! Fuck!
Cassidy! Open this door, Cassidy, now!
Did you think you can just come back here
and apologize for that bitch move with that slut.
- Cassidy, open this fucking door! - What the fuck?
Please open... No! Fuck! Fuck.
No, no, no! No, no, no, no, no!
Angel, is that you? I'm sorry, okay! Open this door!
I'm gonna fucking die! Open this door! Help me!
Fuck! No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
- Dan! Dan, help me, please! - Fuck off.
Why would I help you, huh?
Meth head!
Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God!
Kit! Kit! Oh, my God! Oh!
Oh! Hang in there, Kit.
Somebody call 911!
What? What? What?
Kit?
No. Kit.
Help!
Hello.
He's gonna get there, he's...
Frank, Erica needs to get in there
- to use the shower. - Uh...
Okay, okay, I'm comin'.
Oh, you goddamn fascists.
Hi, guys. Violet here. Thanks for tuning in.
I like to start my day with an uber healthy,
acai power bowl filled with bee pollen, maca,
and ashwagandha.
Mmm.
Even if I get this closed, the bag's going to weigh too much.
- So we pay extra, so what? - Uh-huh, yeah.
I packed everything, I thought we might need.
If I had my way, we'd only be bringing carry-ons.
- Oh. - Ah.
Can you talk some sense into your mother?
Jalla, Saadia, sit down.
- Let me make you something to eat. - I can't. I'm too nervous.
I just want to deliver my papers and not think about exams.
When are you headed to the airport?
After your mother gets dressed.
Guys, I'll be fine. I'm almost 18.
What if we leave tomorrow instead?
If we fly out tomorrow, we'll miss Ferhan's graduation ceremony.
You're going. Today.
- I mean it. It was a year ago. - A year ago tonight.
And they still haven't caught him.
Which means this is the last place that psycho will want to be seen.
Unless he wants to get caught, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't.
Baby.
I picked...
What's this?
Dad!
I thought you said I wasn't allowed to...
I know what I've said in the past, but...
I want you to keep that on you, keep it charged,
and text me every hour on the hour, hmm?
You know what I mean.
- Thank you. - This isn't for you. It's for me,
so your mother doesn't drive me crazy for the next seven days.
I love you.
I love you, too.
And Saadia...
if anything does happen, not that anything will,
but if anything does,
remember, you do not get involved.
Hmm?
Find the hole.
Ah, fuck, come on.
Should've put some hair around it.
All right, Dan. Here we go.
Mr. Olenski?
That's the wrong door.
You live a door down.
Wrong green door, huh?
Yeah, wrong door.
This place is a fucking Technicolor nightmare.
Designed by some fucking turd-pusher.
How do you look at a guy's cornhole and fall in love, huh?
I mean, pussy I get, but...
She's finally sleeping.
Did you sleep?
I'll sleep this afternoon.
You got finals this afternoon.
Yeah, and thanks to Amber, I...
I... I've got that much more time to study.
Can you watch her this morning?
Is there something I can give her?
How do you think I finally got her to sleep?
She's been drawing on her arms again.
Oh, shit. I can't take her. I gotta work.
It's cool.
- We get through today and... - Everything goes back to normal?
Hey, Frank.
- Frank! - Jesus, fuck!
Don't sneak up on me like that.
I wasn't. I said your name a bunch of times and you weren't listening.
Why am I down to one clean shirt?
- Just stop. - You're telling me what to do
when you can't even do the simple things that I ask you...
Um...
I'll be working late tonight, so keep my dinner in the fridge
and I'll eat it when I get home.
Fine.
Hi, sweetie. Hmm? Dad's a klutz.
- Oh, good luck on your finals today. - Thanks, Dad.
No, I didn't scratch it on purpose. Yes, I opened the hood.
Listen, if the Chinese police, or whatever it is they have there,
if they... if they find this car
and they find a VIN as plain as day on the engine block,
and they trace it back here, and they trace it back to me,
are you gonna go to prison instead of me? Hmm?
No, I didn't think so. So, back off.
Yeah, I will... I will be more careful next time.
All right? I will treat it with kid gloves.
Fucking scratch.
Come on, come on!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh, oh, oh!
- Oh! - Don't you dare go soft on me.
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, shit.
Oh...
I don't think I can get outta this bed.
- You wore me out, baby. - Yeah, cool.
No, I mean it. That's the best lay I've had since...
Fuck! I can't remember when.
Don't get me wrong. I have sex a couple of times a week, just...
not like that.
Never like that.
Hmm, nice.
You wanna grab some breakfast?
I know this great diner not far from here.
Well, old diner. Been in this hood since the '50s.
This young couple bought it, updated the menu.
Kept a couple of the original, greasy spoon selections, though.
You know, just to keep it...
... authentic.
I... Yeah, I don't really do breakfast beyond Starbucks.
Baby, it's got great coffee.
Nitro.
- Cold brew. - Sorry, can't. Gotta get to school.
Whoa. School?
- You're in college? - Not if I don't pass my finals.
Hey.
Hey! Sorry, I'm a little confused here.
When you say finals...
Final exams.
Senior year. I pass them, I start college in the fall.
You're in high school.
Okay, I'm 18. Calm down.
- So, who the fuck is he? - I'm her father, is who the fuck I am.
And who are you, huh?
You gonna tell me, or I gotta beat it out of ya?
I'm out. Fuck this.
I thought so.
Cut your hair, ya hippie queer.
You disgust me. You know that?
You disgust me.
- You'll open your legs for any cock. - Uh, just the big ones.
You're a fucking whore.
Technically, whores get paid for what they do.
I do it for fun.
- Give that back! - No.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - Be like giving heroin
- to a fucking junkie. - Hey! Give me back my goddamn phone!
You don't get to do this. You don't get to try and be my dad.
I am your dad!
- You! Give it back right now! - Fucking whore!
- You're a whore, just like your mother! - Right now!
Fuck!
I hope you fucking die.
Oh, man.
I guess I'll just get a latte.
I don't make just lattes.
I hand roast single-origin, organic, fair trade beans.
I source grass-fed dairy cattle
for the antibiotic and hormone-free milk.
I, then take that milk,
and I heat it to a
puh-puh-puh perfect,
and I did not stutter, it was for emphasis,
165 Fahrenheit.
I can make you that latte.
Sure. Thank you.
Quick, name the whackjob who killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand.
Um, Gavrilo Princip, a member of Young Bosnia, who on June 28th, 1914,
shot and killed both him and his wife, Sophie Chotek,
in Sarajevo, Austria-Hungary.
Girl, this history exam is your bitch.
- Thank you. - Uh!
If you two are done being the coolest people ever...
... that will be 5.40.
What? What do one of these schmancy coffees even cost you?
I run a business, not a charity.
If you have a problem with it, go down the street,
and get some of that instant shit.
And miss this Southern hospitality?
You'll take note, I didn't offer you my cold brew.
Your cornball chemistry set.
Not for me. I'm running on, like, three hours of sleep,
so I'll have whatever she's having as fast as you can make it.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
Hey, look what my parents got me.
Wow. Welcome to 2004.
Does it only play Black Eyed Peas?
Sorry. I'm a shitty person.
- Sometimes. - All the time.
So what's the occasion?
Your parents know you're gonna ace every one of your exams?
No. No, they're spending the next week across the country with my brother,
and they don't trust me to be here on my own.
This is actually a good thing.
Because cell phones being cell phones, you can text Papa from anywhere,
including the summer solstice party that we're going to tonight.
Jen.
Saadia, your parents are away. You can take advantage of it.
Let's just get through today, okay?
I take that as a "give me three hours, and it'll be a big yes."
Ah, your card.
And...
Your latte.
Oh, look at that.
Cute.
I wonder what's going on.
Oh, in this neighborhood?
Probably some crack whore performed a DIY abortion,
and then the john cooked up the little fetus in a back alley for dinner.
Sooner these junkies OD themselves out of our hood, the better.
Why don't you just try poisoning the milk? Speed up the process.
Yeah, like they could afford this place.
Enjoy your lattes before they get cold.
Okay.
"Enjoy your lattes before they get cold."
- Detective. - First week.
Lucky you.
Okay.
Everyone step back six feet.
Mind removing that?
- The rest of him? - Behind the wheel.
ID?
Found this in his pocket.
Cover him up.
You've all struck gold here, huh?
A little something to show your social media followers,
to make you cool?
When all it makes you are morbid pieces of shit.
Fuck you, lady.
- Fuck you! - Really?
Do your fucking job.
Guy's name is Frank Dixon.
I met him.
Questioned him about that Druid murder.
A year ago tonight.
You wanna know what that piece of shit got me for my birthday?
Trick question. He got me nada.
Well, no, actually, that's not true.
I had the honor of cleaning his vomit up off the floor that morning.
Old man missed the toilet again, got it on the tile,
the bathmat, the counter.
- What a way to turn 18. - Hey, he owes you a new phone.
He owes me a hell of a lot more than that.
There you go, ladies.
That'll be 12 even.
Do you have a loyalty card?
Something you can stamp for me?
Honey, if I wanted to see those puppies,
I could just watch you sunbathing in the courtyard
for free.
That chill running down my spine
tells me you've done exactly that.
I like beautiful things.
He's a total creeper, but...
there's something kinda sexy about him.
Ew. He's gotta be, like, 30.
Come to daddy.
Old guys know what they're doing.
What's going on?
- Holy fuck. - What?
Come on, let me see!
- Oh, my god. - Pass it!
Erica, don't look at that.
So, now you just swipe up to gain access to your camera.
Oh, and I downloaded this Rise & Shine app.
It, like, texts you a photo from your album every morning.
- Totally beats a crummy alarm. - Cool, thanks.
Ah-ha.
- What? - Mm, it's your dad.
I'm supposed to text him, not the other way around.
"Just making sure this thing works."
It sure does, Dad.
- Someone sounds salty. - Oh, really? Was that rude?
- Should I have been more respectful? - You need to calm down.
Okay, it's fine.
Know what I want to do?
Come to the solstice party with me tonight?
- Take my first selfie. - You take dozens of selfies.
First on my phone.
Oh, selfie virginity, okay.
Besties!
Your people!
They did this!
Cassidy, whatever it is, let me give you a preemptive "fuck off."
Have you seen what her friends did? No? Well, look!
- Jesus! - Look!
Erica's dad is dead. Care to explain why?
- Erica Dixon? - Yes, Erica Dixon.
I'm waiting.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, right, of course not.
This is a terror attack!
Stop shoving that in my face!
- Or what? What are you gonna do? - Shove it down your throat!
Cassidy, I had nothing to do with that.
Why would you think that I had anything...
Uh, because who cuts off people's heads?
Muslims do.
Don't touch me!
Get the fuck off her!
Oh, you're not bald under there after all.
Out of the way!
Cassidy, get off of her!
- Get to the office! - Why me? I'm from here.
Now!
Fucking ISIS bitch!
All right, let's go, let's go, everyone. Back to class.
Are you okay?
Move it!
What can I do?
- Can I have my hijab? - Of course.
- Here. - Do you need me to help you?
Your husband.
- Yeah. - What was his line of work?
It was cars.
You know, bodywork, that kinda thing.
He was a trained mechanic.
Did he work for a specific garage?
Here and there, sure.
You know, my friends and...
... people online are saying that...
this was a terror attack.
Why a terror attack?
Because of how my dad was killed?
- No, honey. - Then who did it?
Who killed my dad?
Did anyone see the car hit the victim?
Come on.
You're all out here with your cell phones. Nobody saw anything?
- Can you come with me? - Yeah.
Anyway, so I'm just sitting in my car parked over there.
- Doing? - Doing? I'm...
I'm not doing anything. I'm parking.
- In the middle of the night? - I just got home.
So, I'm sitting in the car and I hear this screaming.
This guy comes barreling out of the building.
Fuck!
Did you try and help him?
Help him? No.
Look, I'm not exactly a spring chicken, all right?
I got a wife and I got a kid, and this guy comes screaming
out of the building, he's being chased by a fucking maniac?
With a knife covered in blood? And I got, what, my little fists?
Anyway, he runs into the street, gets hit, it's all over.
It happened so fast, there was no time to do anything.
So fast that no one had time to step up and help
your neighbor as he was being murdered.
Can I go now?
Yeah.
Do you still feel like taking the finals?
Yeah.
Are you sure? Because I can ask to reschedule.
Yes, I'm sure.
I just want to get it over with, Ms. Greenberg.
Of course you do.
Listen, Saadia, I just, I... I want to apologize...
because I can't even begin to imagine how awful
and how mortifying that must have been for you.
To have something so...
so hateful happen in the halls of this school.
It's not the first time I've been called a terrorist...
at this school.
And it's not right. It's awful.
And you shouldn't have to deal with that.
Well, I do deal with it. We all do, people like me.
Listen. Hey.
I want you to know that I respect you...
so much.
For your brain, for your courage, for your passion.
For being unapologetically you.
For your faith. I mean, especially in today's world.
Do you know that?
Really, Ms. Greenberg, it's... it's fine.
No, you know. No, it isn't. And I want you to remember this.
The Cassidy Olenskis of the world? I mean...
... this is it for them.
Because in ten years, ten years of smoking and drinking and...
and working at crappy jobs for minimum wage,
that fresh and pretty face of hers...
... it's not gonna be so fresh and pretty anymore. Right?
And while you're out conquering the world...
she's gonna be stuck here,
doing nothing with her life.
Nothing.
I hope you find comfort in that.
All right, crush it today.
Sure. Thanks.
You have 90 minutes to write your exam, starting now.
Dad! He needs help!
Dad! Dad! He needs help!
Dad!
Help!
Help me!
Saadia.
Saadia!
Are you okay?
Uh...
Can I...
Could I use the washroom, please?
Yeah, if you're quick.
Thanks.
Uh, give me your cell phone.
- Huh? - Your cell phone.
Oh, uh...
- I must've forgot it in my locker. - Okay.
I promise I'm not going out there to cheat.
Yeah.
It all comes back to this, doesn't it? Doesn't it?
It all comes back to this.
It's dinosaur piss and old plants and sea creatures.
That's what I'm holding here.
- Hey, what's going on? - Joe, I think she's gonna kill herself.
- Who? What are you talking about? - Amber.
Amber what's-her-name. The other lesbian.
- What? - I know she has a container of gas
and it's so fucked up.
Amber, just don't do it! Just hold on!
I'm coming down, okay?
You care.
Amber!
Amber, Amber, don't do it!
Amber, come on, please!
Why the fuck are you laughing? What are you doing?
- 'Cause it's... it's water. - What?
Ooh!
She poured water on herself, not gasoline.
No. No, how do you know? How do you...
'Cause I saw her fill the thing with the hose.
I'm sorry.
So good!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh, she is safe, babe. She's crazy, but she's safe.
You let me think...
And you recorded it. Why would you...
- Babe, please... - No, what the hell is wrong with you?
Take it down a few notches. It was just a little joke.
Delete that.
What? No. No way.
- Delete it! Delete it! - No. Abso...
Absolutely not. It's gonna be great on my vlog.
Fuckin' delete it!
- Seriously? - Yeah, seriously.
- Fuck. - Okay.
I will delete it.
I'll delete it.
Deleted.
Babe, I'm sorry.
It was gonna be, like, a funny viral vid thing, okay?
I didn't mean to make you feel stupid.
Let's go back to bed. Come on, you have time.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
That smell is burnt eggs, by the way.
Joe?
What's wrong? You okay?
I can't keep doing this with her.
I can't.
Baby, I... I'm all sweaty.
I don't care.
Aaah!
Crazy.
Hi, everyone. Violet here. And today is a big, important day.
It is the one-year anniversary of the summer solstice slaughter.
And let me tell you, people are losing their shit.
I'm about to upload some doozies.
Exclusive footage that I've taken around here,
which, as you all know, is the Druid's hunting ground.
Everyone is on edge, and it is not just because it's been one year
since the horrific murder of bisexual rent boy Kit Jennings, but,
and trigger warning, everyone, because this is gonna be gruesome.
There has been another murder!
I know. I know. This is real life. Like, this actually happened.
To a guy that lives down the hall from me.
Today, of all days, and, like, online,
people are saying that this is the work of terrorists,
or something whack like that,
'cause Frank was decapitated.
But I don't think that's the case.
What I think is...
the Druid is back.
And this, my little Violettoes...
it's just getting started.
Like and subscribe.
Where'd it go?
I work out four or five times a week.
I can see that.
What I'd really love to see is what's underneath that towel.
You lift weights with that thing, too?
Bet I could lift you.
- Unhook your bra. - Why should I?
'Cause I said so.
Dammit.
Hey, not cool. Not fair, either. Tit for tat.
I'm at school.
Oh, yeah?
Yes. Finals, which I'm late for. If they'll even let me take them now.
Give me a couple hours.
How do I know you'll call back?
Have you seen what's underneath your towel?
I'll call you back.
Uh, hon?
You might want to get that checked out.
Jesus Christ, are we locked in here?
Uh, hello? Fucktards?
There's still people in this school! Taking exams!
Fuck! Jesus! Hello?
Hello? Fuck! Hello?
Jesus Christ! Let me go! Stop! Put me down!
Fuck! Let me go! Stop!
Ah! Stop, stop! Fucking stop!
Jesus! Please don't!
Jesus! Stop!
Please stop!
Help!
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