Bad Kids Go to Hell

Okay go go go!

Police, police, police.

Who's got two?

Who's got two o'clock?

Get down! Get Down!

Drop the axe! Drop it!

Get down on the ground!

What the f***?! Get down!

Get down.

Drop the axe!

Drop the axe!

T1...What's the situation? Do

you copy?

Carlos. Listen to me.

Officer Lewis is my

parole officer, okay?

I need you to call him and tell

him I'm at work! Got it?

Listen I... Listen to me.

I've got detention today.

That's right.

No. No, I'm not lying to him,

you're lying to him.

Got it?

Hey! Who keeps your business

going? This guy right here.

Sh*t!

Listen, the first few weeks

of school have been weird.

No she won't cover for

me because...

No, she dumped me.

Yes. Thank you!

Just have my back this one time.

Cover for me and...

I'll get yours another day.

Today...

I got other sh*t to sort out.

All fucktards, present

and accounted for, sir.

Jesus Max! You scared the

hell out of me, buddy.

Sorry Matt.

So, where's D-Day?

I think there's been a mix-up.

Okay.

Mister Clark, one does

not get to choose

when one serves detention!

Particularly, in regards to your

behavior, I sincerely doubt

that a mere detention would

satisfy this school's protocol.

There's a chair. Use it.

Your first few weeks here

were infamous, to say the least.

Yeah.

Thanks to those

spoiled T-baggers.

Hey, you wrote this?

Thank you Max.

You're new to Crestview,

but your incessant need to blame

more fortunate students for

your own misbehavior is

starting to trouble me.

I thought our sessions were

helping us curtail our anger

to build better leadership

skills?

Yeah. My uncle keeps telling me

that Clarks are born leaders.

He drinks... A lot.

You may not take my tests

seriously, but the student

body's dim opinion of you

aside, your responses to my

psychological evaluations reflect

an unbalanced personality.

Unbalanced?

Mr. Clark?!

And this?

B*obs.

This?

Bigger b*obs?

Vagina.

Small b*obs, but like..

weird nipples.

There's no...

How about this one?

Judas Priest.

You record those. What other

students you got in there?

We record everything, Mr. Clark.

And that's none of your business.

Dr. Day? Uhh...

My uncle's out of town for the

holidays. And my...

boss is hassling me, and

just it would make it

impossible for me...

Are you certain you didn't

receive any further

reprimand from Crestview

this week?

I'm here because I want to make

things right. Please let me.

Alright.

Alright, Matt. Against my

better judgment

I will let you serve your

detention. Today.

Let's just hope the rest

show up.

These are like paintings?

Yes, Max. They're a

bit like paintings.

What does this painting look

like to you?

It's like the art my

grandfather made.

But he would sculpt, not paint.

You just saw b*obs.

How many bad kids today?

Max, I wouldn't classify any of

our students as 'bad kids'.

After Marquez drops me at the

airport, I'll send him back to

get you and wait until

you're dismissed.

I'll take a taxi.

Oh, and try to remember,

you kiss the babies.

You don't eat them.

Ugh. I've certainly had a

stomach full of you.

You see, Max, graduating

students often feel pressure,

which causes them to

behave irrationally.

They tend to sabotage

themselves.

Their minds, their bodies,

are fragile,

susceptible to all kinds

of negative influences.

More so than even they might

realize.

You okay son?

Yeah. I'm okay.

What's that you have stuck

inside your cast?

Just my video camera.

I thought I'd record my one and

only day in detention.

Some students here are more prone

to subversive behavior than others.

And certainly take

pleasure influencing

their peers, in an

unsavory fashion.

But it's the weaker students

who need the most guidance.

They're the first to fall

in line behind the less

constructive students.

For the weaker students,

failure hits them hardest.

They fall into a self

destructive pattern.

When you mix all of these

personality types together

ten months out of the year, it's

no wonder

students succumb to fits

of jealousy, rage,

even paranoid delusion.

The new building looks nice,

father.

Time will tell. Hopefully, it

will serve its purpose. Yes?

Now, go.

I'm sorry, fath...

It happens every

year every school

Students lash out.

At their parents. Environment,

even at each other.

More often you hear on the TV

about that one young adult

who finally snapped.

Honestly Max, it's a miracle

they don't all kill each other.

Sweet Jesus.

You're kidding.

God-damn.

Oh yeah. This is gonna rock.

What?

Let's go. Keep moving. The

books won't bite you.

Whoa.

I moved it in here last night.

Yes, you did, Max.

In the dark, and all by

yourself, I might add.

Yeah, it was scary.

I heard noises.

You heard the ghost,

didn't you, Max?

Ghost?

Please, Miss Harmon.

Max, it was the wind, or some

other treacherous piece

of equipment those lunk-head construction

workers leave behind every night.

Whatever you heard, believe me,

it wasn't a ghost.

I dig it, Max.

You would. It's weird

and freaky.

Just like you Megan.

Careful lighting the fuse on

her tampon. Her pops is the

world's douchiest lawyer. You

may want to call it a draw.

No way.

Her little routine in the champagne

room got me in deep sh*t.

I know. I've seen all your

greatest hits.

Yeah, that's you.

Are you sad?

You don't f*** around with

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