Carrie

Would you like some water

or anything?

- Coffee?

- No.

Remember,

your mom's right outside...

if you want to stop or anything.

- Hi, Madeline.

- Sergeant.

OK.

Don't be nervous, OK?

I'm not nervous.

You want a donut?

Pastry cream.

Hot right now.

Come on.

You know,

these traditional glazed...

are like heroin...

highly addictive.

- You ever try heroin, Sue?

- No.

Good girl.

It's nasty stuff.

- Cocaine?

- No.

Hit a little "X"?

Occasional joint?

- No.

- Good for you.

We're all set.

We're all set. All right.

Thank you, Madeline.

State your name

for the record, please.

Sue Snell.

I want to talk

about Carrie White.

What do you want to know?

It's Jeremy, right?

- Norma.

- Yes, Mr. Schernhorst?

Norma, what were you

doing last night?

Could I possibly borrow

your Elvis pen?

You know, just...

Hey.

Did you do the homework?

You guys are really annoying.

Just sit down, OK?

Stop it.

You know

what I'm talking about?

Get out of here.

Yeah, I mean you.

All right,

butts in the seats.

- Carrie White.

- Here.

It's not roll call, Carrie.

You're excused

per your mother's request.

You might as well head down

to the library right now.

Shouldn't people like that

be home-schooled?

People like what, Chris?

Creepy religious people.

Give it a rest.

- Mr. Schernhorst.

- What?

I'm a creepy religious person.

Can I be excused?

Shut up, Kenny.

- Shut up, Kenny.

- Yes, Kenny, shut up.

All right.

Was she a friend of yours?

Carrie didn't have any friends.

When I was in high school...

even the biggest losers

had birds of a feather.

She wasn't a loser.

She just didn't belong.

Why do you think that is?

It's not brain surgery.

We are talking

about Carrie White.

Maybe she didn't want to belong.

Everybody wants to belong.

Anyone who tells you

they don't is lying.

I think Carrie wanted it

more than any of us.

Check it out.

Are you telling me

it's mine or what?

Whatever. Let's go.

Seriously,

she's been eyeing him...

I don't know,

praying for him.

Hey, hey,

come here, come here.

See? Look over there.

Hey, Ross.

Ross.

I think somebody wants you

to help her to see God.

You know, God? Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Oh, God.

You ass!

Is my nose bleeding, dude?

No, seriously, come on.

Do I got a...

Bases loaded.

OK, come on, Carrie.

Come on, girls!

Strike two.

Carrie, you can do it.

Just keep your eyes

on the ball.

You think she's retarded?

Miss, miss, miss, miss!

Tina, knock it off.

OK, come on, Carrie.

Strike three.

That's it, girls.

Game's over.

Hit the showers.

Let's go, let's go!

Thanks.

No chance with her on our team.

No chance at all.

Carrie, you're such a loser.

"Oh, I can't hit the ball."

Hit the ball, loser.

You suck.

Yeah. Really?

Dude, Carrie's

Aunt Flo's in town.

- She's freaking out!

- Are you serious?

- Yes. Come on.

- Oh, my God.

Did you get your period?

Period! Period! Period!

Knock it off!

What are you doing?

She just got her period,

that's all.

Get out, everybody!

Get out! Get out!

Carrie?

Carrie, come on.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Come on, come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Carrie.

All right, Carrie.

Carrie! Carrie?

It's OK.

Am I dying?

No.

Isn't she a little...

Old? For her first?

Yeah. Most girls

have theirs at twelve.

I got mine when I was ten.

Ten?

I was wearing white pants.

Oh, my God,

I was mortified. I...

The point is,

up until half an hour ago...

Carrie White thought

her first period was homeroom.

That's good... homeroom.

It's not a joke.

She thought

she was bleeding to death.

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