the clearing...
Ram you come over here.
Kurt...
When you get to the circle, strip!
-What about you?
I was kind of hoping
you could rip my clothes off me, sport?
-Good idea.
-OK, count of three guys?
One...
Two...
-Three!-Wow!
-Did you miss him completely?
Yes, but don't worry.
It was worth it, just to see the look on him!
-Don't move, I'll get him back.
-Now!
-Hey, I heard it that time!
-What?
-Another gun shot, from the woods.
-Shit! Let's roll!
-Kurt doesn't look to good.
-Just remember he's left handed.
-Mother of shit!
-Call in.
-Hey, I heard something out there,
I'm checking it out.
-Yeah, this is officer McCord.
I've got two dead bodies in the woods behind Westerburg High.
-Can you hear me?
What's going down?
-Yeah, yeah.
I think what I heard bak there was a bunny rabbit.
All I got here is two kids making out in a station wagon.
Should I pry them apart?
-No, no, no. Forget it,
I've got all the answers here.
Are they naked?
-So, what's the deal?
-Suicide. Double suicide.
They shot each other.
-Hey, that's Kurt Kelly!
-Yeah, and the line backer Ram Sweeney.
-My god, suicide. Why?
-Does this answer your question?
-Oh man, they were fags!
-Listen up.
-"We realized we could never reveal our forbidden love
to an uncaring and ununderstanding world."
-Jesus H Christ!
-The quarter back, buggering the line backer.
-What a waste!
-Oh, the humanity!
-So we killed them, didn't we?
-Of course!
-Ich Luge bullets! I'm such an idiot!
-Look. You believed it, because you wanted to believe it.
Your true feelings were to gross and icky for you to face.
-I did NOT want them dead!
-You did too!
-I did not!
-Did too!
-Shut up! I did not want them to...
-Come on! You did. You're just not...
-Young love...
-Did you hear? School's cancelled today,
because Kurt and Ram killed themselves
in a repressed homosexual suicide pact.
-No way!
-God!
-Football season is over, Veronica.
-Kurt and Ram had nothing to offer this school
but date rapes and AIDS jokes.
-Sure...
Could we make an ice run before the funeral?
-If there's any way you can hear me, Kurt buddy...
I don't care that you really were some pansy...
You're my own flesh and blood
and you made me proud.
My son's a homosexual and I love him!
I love my dead gay son!
-How do you think he'd react
to a son that had a limp wrist with a pulse?
-Dear diary.
My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
The most popular people in school are dead.
Everybody is sad, but it's a wierd kind of sad.
Suicide gave Heather depth,
Kurt a soul, Ram a brain.
I don't know what it's getting me,
but I've got no control over myself when I'm with JD.
Are we going to prom or to hell?
-Now. It seems we were in a similar position on Monday,
when I thoughtfully suggested we'd get everybody together
for an unadultarated emotional outpour.
But no. You took this as an opportunity to play
yet another round of Lets Laugh At The Hippie.
-Pauline...
-Shut up, Paul!
I've seen a lot of bullshit.
Angel Dust, switchblades, sexually perversed
photography exhibits involving tennis rackets...
but this suicide thing...
I guess that's more on Paulines wavelength.
We're just gonna write off today,
and on friday Pauline can hold
her little "love-in", or whatever.
-Attention!
May I have your attention, please?
This school has been torn apart by tragedies.
I'm here today to fuse it back again, in togetherness.
I want everybody to clap hands.
We need to connect this cafeteria
into one mighty circuit!
Look! Here's the TV crew!
Clap your hands!
-Look's like Ms Phlegm's on another one of her crusades.
Usual success, of course.
-Hi, what's your name?
-Hi, I'm Heather Duke.
-Is this as good for you as it is for me?
-Greetings and salutations!
-I need a copy of all this by Monday
for my Princeton application.
-That thing this afternoon!
I'm so angry! It was chaos, fucking chaos.
-What are you talking about?
-I mean, today was great!