Way of the Wicked

Mrs. Mueller, I'm sorry to disturb you.

What brings you this time?

Well, it's about what happened earlier.

Terrible thing that boy died.

I spoke with the other two children involved.

Some people find comfort in what I have to say.

- I hope it's not a bother. - We don't need your help, thank you.

Please, Mrs. Mueller, I would love to speak with your son just for a moment.

You're not a detective.

It's okay, Mom.

Uh...

Robbie, can you tell me what happened?

Come on.

Well, look what we have here.

They attacked me.

Attacked you?

Leave him alone!

So, for no reason they struck first?

Ask Heather, she saw what happened.

What are you gonna do about it?

I did ask Heather. She wasn't too sure what she saw.

Well, then why did you come to me?

I thought maybe that you could give me some answers.

I can't.

Did you

feel that the boy deserved to die?

Don't put words in my son's mouth.

They attacked you, you had to defend yourself

and somehow, this boy accidentally choked to death?

- He answered your question. - I didn't touch him.

- Did you wish him to die? - Mom?

- Do you fear the Lord, Robbie? - Mom.

I think you should leave right now.

It was nice speaking with you, Robbie.

Thank you, Mrs. Mueller.

Come on, Laura. Pick up.

- (BRAKES SCREECHING) - (SCREAMING)

Heather!

Breakfast!

I can't, I'm late.

But you gotta eat, babe.

That looks like a recipe for heart disease.

I'll grab a coffee on the way to school.

What, and coffee's good for ya?

Be careful out there, babe.

Do you know what she put as her status?

- Complicated. - Seriously?

- They're on the outs. - Well, it's a matter of opinion.

Oh!

That must be the new kid.

He's kinda hot, in a creepy sort of way.

Hey, I know him.

I wouldn't kick him out of bed.

Cindy! That's Robbie Mueller.

Explain.

I went to middle school with him.

Hmm.

Well, apparently he hasn't forgotten.

How well did you two know each other?

Not so much, we were 12.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Well, he's definitely got the hots for somebody.

- Don't think Greg will like it. Greg?

Please. What we have of a relationship is totally one-sided.

If you can even call it a relationship.

I like how he's grown.

Radio astronomer Frank Drake

developed what is known as the Drake equation,

so that he could estimate the number of planets

harbouring intelligent life in the galaxy.

A rigorous estimate using the Drake equation was implemented in 2001,

taking into consideration the number of planets

in what is called the habitable zone.

Now, the habitable zone is an area around the star

where water is in liquid form,

temperature is ideal, making photosynthesis...

Possible. Right?

Well, the results showed that hundreds of thousands

of these life-bearing planets, statistically, at least...

- Should exist. Greg? - Yo.

What else does the Drake equation suggest?

Uh.

Let's see here.

Not sure about that Drake dude, but

the scientist Bend Over, now, he made a huge discovery.

Thanks to him we can see Uranus.

Oh, you're an original.

I never heard that one before.

Hey, man, if you're gonna disrupt the class, just leave.

Go.

- Hey, you know where to go. - Ooh!

Class, this is why it's so important to keep up with the assigned readings.

Heather?

Uh.

Yeah?

Answer the question.

I'm sorry, could you repeat it?

Daydreaming isn't part of the curriculum here, Heather.

Yes, sir.

It also suggested that a habitable planet, like Earth,

should exist just a few hundred light years away.

Very good. And, and...

If that's so,

then whatever extraterrestrial civilization that might have evolved beyond us,

possibly by millions of years,

could be dropping in for a little visit.

Oh.

Been a while.

Yes, it has.

All grown up.

It happens.

Heather?

What are you doing?

Gotta go.

- Hi. - Hi there.

Oh, my gosh.

It's okay. I don't think they'll notice.

Uh, freak alert. Is he following you?

- Well, don't look. - No, this is bullshit. Hey!

Are you following us?

I live over there.

You moved back to my neighbourhood?

For now.

Where's your truck? - At home.

So, what are you doing then?

You're so obvious.

Well, next time you wanna stalk us, maybe, give us a warning.

- You okay? - Yeah.

How's the food?

Bland.

Huh, it used to be your favourite.

Yeah, when I was a little girl.

You're still my little girl.

It used to be your mum's favourite place, here.

Dad.

- Sorry. - (SIGHS) It's all right, babe.

It's just it hasn't even been a year yet.

Why don't we catch a movie?

Eh? Change of scenery.

Get out of here.

What's playing?

Well, who cares? We'll soon find out when we get there.

- Yeah, let's do it. - Yeah?

Guess not.

Elliot.

So, Heather, is it a yes or a no?

Must we go over this for the zillionth time?

Look, I gotta know if you're coming with me to homecoming or not.

I've got a lot of options, you know?

Really?

Well, if you're gonna give me the cold shoulder...

So, why don't you go explore some of those other options?

Well.

I mean, I asked you first.

It ain't the bar exam, quit playing games.

Here's a game for you, it's called 'get a clue, not interested'.

- Find something funny there, bud? - Greg!

Let's just clear the air here, okay?

Correct me if I'm wrong.

But, you started satisfying yourself at age five?

What is this freak talking about?

Dad's porn movies,

- Internet sites... - Fuck you.

I don't think so.

- (LAUGHING) Ooh!

What the fuck's wrong with that guy?

Shut up. - (ALL LAUGHING)

That guy is so fucking weird.

- You're weird. - Jesus.

Such a pussy.

Hey.

Sorry about that.

It's fine.

He's the one going to homecoming alone.

You really wanna piss him off, go with me.

Trying to make me jealous?

Jealous?

In what way?

- (CLATTERING) - (GRUNTS)

I'm not through with you.

I'm the one for you, okay? Don't get me in trouble here.

Get off me.

You know what I'm capable of.

You heard her.

- (GROANS) - Oh!

Get up. Get up!

That's what I thought, you loser.

- Bigger pussy than I thought. - (INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPERING)