Blackbird

Wait downstairs, Sean.

What's going on?

Mr. Randall, we have a warrant

to search your house.

A warrant?

What for?

Two upstairs, two down.

Tommy, what the f***?

Ok, you guys cover

the bedrooms upstairs.

We got weapons down here.

Call it in.

- Call what in?

Ok, you just stay right there.

You're about to be

front page news, Sean.

How do you feel about that?

I told you, I didn't do anything.

You planned to do something.

No, I didn't.

I wish you'd stop saying that.

Winchester 94.

Lever action.

Sleek, accurate, no-nonsense.

Is that your favourite?

We found it loaded, ready to go.

Or the Remington 870?

Also loaded.

Were you going to start with this one

and move to the Winchester,

or the other way around?

Those are my dad's guns.

I don't know anything about them.

I don't even like guns.

Which gun is going to make

me feel like a man today?

So many options, I feel giddy inside

just thinking about it.

Sean, put that thing away.

They're close.

I'll take your word for it.

How come you get the pump action, Ricky?

I wish you'd stop calling me that.

Well it is your name.

Keep the muzzle down.

Prop it up.

No!

Is that its heart?

Stop filming this.

You'll get the next one.

The next what?

I'm just going to run in...

you may as well wait here.

Whatcha looking at, you f***ing weirdo?

They're cliches... ignore them.

Dude, is that blood on your hands?

Probably killed his

sister or ate his dog.

Goths are pacifists, you

guys don't know anything.

When did you become the Goth expert?

I am a Goth.

Well goths don't listen

to Marilyn Manson.

I listen to other stuff.

Check this out.

Oh, dude...

Stop filming this.

...that is sick.

Oh, tell me that's an animal!

It's a deer.

F***, Sean.

- That's gross!

- That is so f***ing awesome.

Can you send it to me?

Yeah, I'll just post it.

What are you gonna do take

on the entire hockey team?

Yeah, sure... why not?

Who threw it?

Deanna?

I didn't realize you guys were friends?

We're on the same bus.

Okay, then why don't you

tell him who did it then?

Yeah some friend.

Don't do it again.

Or what?

You gonna slit your wrists?

How about I give you your own website?

Dumb a**hole jocks dot com.

You serious?

Corey.

Here, give it to me.

This would make great

YouTube material, man.

All we need is a name.

How about "Freak gets happy slapped. "

No, that's too obvious, isn't it?

Tell us about this guy?

Cory?

Just a guy at my school.

You must hate him.

I know I would if he did that to me.

I don't hate him.

But it's pretty clear he hates me.

Maybe you should question

him. He's the dangerous one.

"Noon.

Felt like a good time to start.

A clean, memorable,

turning point of a time.

The cafeteria, with all its

pathetic symmetry would be the place.

Two Colt 45s would be the tools.

The captain of the hockey team,

that vain, preening peacock,

would be the first target.

His bourgeois, groupie of a

girlfriend would be the next.

Followed soon after by the

rest of the hockey team.

It would be methodical.

It would be unemotional.

With his tools he could fix them all. "

It's interesting...

we found the same story online.

Are you sure you don't want that lawyer?

It's just a story.

Ms. Dorey told me to write down my...

Your feelings?

Who's Ms. Dorey?

I heard there was an

incident at the mall.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Do you have anybody you can talk to?

Like my dad?

You know, you might not believe it,

but I dressed Goth in high school.

I don't believe it.

I didn't live in Eastport. I

grew up in the city, like you.

Who did you listen to?

Joy Division, The Cult,

stuff like that.

Do you have any tattoos?

Sure.

None that I would show you.

This is the part when I'm supposed to

open up and tell you

how much my life sucks?

Have you spoken with your mother?

You know what I do when I'm angry...

I write it down.

It helps.

Hey?

What are you writing?

A story of revenge.

Am I in it?

What, so you can talk to me now that

we're all alone?

What was I supposed to do?

Get up and walk away with you?

They're my friends.

I burned you a CD.

Some stuff that I like.

It's mostly Industrial,

but there's this one band

on here called Nemesiah that I love.

You probably already know them.

There's this story how the

bass at their shows is like

so deep and constant

that people actually sh*t their pants.

Anyway, it's for you.

He's a f***ing heathen?

Cory?

He's not always like that.

Yes he is.

What, you're any different,

going around cutting up animals?

What are you talking about?

Your video!

It's gone viral.

You see what you want to see.

Tell me what I'm supposed to see.

What's going on?

I thought we were getting along.

You won't even be

seen with me in public.

That's not true.

I mean sure, it'd be nice if you didn't

dress like every day was Halloween.

You could tone it

down is all I'm saying.

And be a b*tch like you,

Zamboni Man?

People don't like people

who stand out, Sean.

I belong in the city.

Yeah, well, she's not taking you back.

She made that clear.

She's not even home.

They took Lily to Florida.

Why don't you sit down eat your dinner.

You killed it, you eat it.

Can you see me?

Yeah, I can see you.

Can you see me?

Yes, I can.

That's your room?

It's the room I sleep in.

I wouldn't exactly call it my room.

What is that?

This is Milton, my lizard.

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