Death Note

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Little bitch!

Give me that bag. Oopsy-daisy.

Ow!

- Knock it off! Get off, Kenny! - What do we got here? I'm gonna take that.

- Get off him! - What the fuck?

- You're such a stupid fuck! - What'd you just call me?

I called you a stupid fuck, you stupid fuck.

Hey, don't touch her!

Hey, I don't need your help, okay?

That's all you're gonna do? Out here by yourself, teach me a lesson?

You got held back, didn't you, Kenny? Twice, I think.

You think that's funny?

No, I think it's very sad, actually.

I only mention it because that would make you over 18.

If you were to beat me up, which I'm sure you could, it would be child abuse.

So if you don't want to wind up on some registry, I suggest you back the fuck...

Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?

I'm looking at homework here for at least 15 different students.

Are we really not gonna discuss that I have an ice pack on my face?

Nurse says you'll be fine.

So no interest in why a teacher found me sprawled out on the ground?

Mia Sutton says she saw you walk into a beam out back.

How do you think we found you?

All right. I get it. I'm in trouble. All I'm trying to say is,

you have the chance to stop the people who make things hard for everybody.

You gotta see the big picture here.

Light...

some people might look at you, a kid in your situation,

losing your mom the way you did,

and they'd cut you a little slack when it comes to these behavioral issues.

Well, I don't believe in that.

Detention. Two weeks. Get out of here.

Hey.

Oh! Hi. I'm awake.

I was just like a tree or a plant or something.

I'm heading out for a moment. Don't fall asleep or it adds another day.

"Rule one: The human whose name is written in this note shall die."

Whoa.

"Rule two: This note will not take effect

unless the writer has the person's face in their mind

when writing his or her name."

Ah!

Hello?

Help! Help me! Help! Help!

Holy shit! Holy shit!

What the fuck?!

Shall we begin?

Okay.

Relax, Light.

You're asleep.

You're asleep and you're dreaming of some eight-foot-tall,

demon-looking motherfucker.

Oh, yes.

A dream. I like that.

Dreams are places you can have fun, right?

It's all in your mind, so why not enjoy it?

Shh.

Listen.

Get off of me!

Go, check it out.

- No! - Come on! Come on!

What?

Kenny, no! Let me go! Get off me!

You're so disgusting! Get the fuck off of me!

- Ooh! While you're down there... - Aw, it sucks to be you.

Now we could, in this dream of yours,

take care of a situation like this.

We just put Kenny's name down...

and see what happens.

Yeah.

- Nah. - Get off! You're such assholes!

I know you want to.

Go on.

Help her.

I don't have a pen.

It's a good thing you have a pen.

Ah...

Good. Now as long as we're playing, let's do it right.

There's no need to stop at "who."

I'm sorry. What else is there?

How.

For a beginner, not bad at all.

Now...

watch.

Give it back!

Ah!

Now listen. I need to separate the wheat from the chaff.

I think you might be capable of great things,

but if you don't think you can handle it, that's fine.

Just put the note somewhere,

leave it alone for seven days, and I'll find it a new home.

How can this be possible?

It happened. Just like that.

And if this is possible, imagine what else you could do.

- He a friend of yours? - Who?

Kid in the accident.

Oh. No, I don't think he was a friend of anyone.

Want to talk about it?

No.

We should talk about why you were still at school.

Oh, yeah, that wasn't a big deal.

I just wrote a couple papers and then got detention.

You don't think cheating's a big deal? That who you are?

No, um...

Actually, I only got caught because I was trying to break up a...

Know what? Doesn't matter. You wouldn't understand anyway.

Because you're just that smart or I'm just that dumb?

Because this is what you do. Instead of trying to solve real problems,

you look over people's shoulders so you can bust them for bullshit,

like not turning in their reports or whatever.

A gun is only good as its aim, son.

I make sure people can trust our aim.

Just once, it would be nice to think that you actually...

I mean, you're a cop. How do you sleep at night

knowing you watched while a guy like Antony Skomal walked away?

You think I just watched?

If I was a cop and some guy ran over my wife,

I'd be pretty pissed off if his dad paid his way out of jail.

He killed my mom, he nearly beat his girlfriend to death,

and you just sit there saying the same bullshit

- about how people better trust your aim... - I'm gonna assume you're still raw

by what you saw today at school,

and that's keeping you from thinking before you speak.

I suggest you stop talking.

"Rule 64: Each page of the note contains the power of the whole note."

"Rule 95: Anyone may write names in the note,

but only the keeper can possess it for more than seven days." Jesus!

How many rules does it take to...

"Don't trust Ryuk.

He is not your pet. He is not your friend."

- Hey, kid. - Ah!

It's pronounced Ree-yook.

Ryuk.

Oh. Hi.

Sorry for the mispronunciation.

Ryuk, what exactly can I do with this Death Note?

What exactly did you have in mind?

Well, it says that I can specify the manner of death.

If I can choose how they die, does that mean I can actually control them?

Every human spends the last moments of his life in the shadow of a death god.

If we so desire, we can influence those moments.

There are, of course, limitations.

"Rule 20:

A subject can be influenced for no more than two days leading up to his death."

Two days? Your fingers are huge.

"Rule 28: Each death must be physically possible,"

so no shark attacks while someone's on the toilet.

As much as I love that idea.

Uh, where did it come from?

The history of the note is as long as history itself.

But who gave it to me? I mean, did you give it to me?

The last keeper of the note passed away. It fell to me to find a new one.

- What if I didn't want it? - You may pass it on.

Or better yet, I will.

- How would you do that? - I told you!

When the note is separated from the keeper for seven days,

I find a new one.

Who wrote those warnings about you in the margins?

Oh, is that what we're gonna do with the note, Light? Rules and warnings?

_

The name and the face is all you have to have.

Turner.

Yeah, no, it's fine. What's going on?

Say that again.

You gotta be kidding me.

All right, yeah. I'll see you in a bit.

All right.

Hey.

Hey, uh, one second.

Come in.

Hey, what you up to?

Uh, just fell asleep on my desk.

I just got a call.

Our friend Antony Skomal is no more.

Impaled himself on a steak knife in the middle of a restaurant.

- Holy shit. - Yeah.

You seem happy.

Probably shouldn't be, but yeah, I am.

Your mom...

she always was kind of a hippy.

And we didn't see eye to eye on everything.

She was damn sure right about one thing.

Karma's a bitch.

Sorry about what I said... you know.

Love you, son.

I love you, too.

- Go, go! - Yeah! Watch your feet!

You in mourning?

In... Uh, what?

Our friend Kenny.

Oh, yeah. It's terrible what happened to Kenny.

You don't have to lie to me. Kenny was a sociopath,

and just because he's dead does not make it a tragedy.

- Right. - I just wish I'd seen it.

I heard his head spun all the way around.

Actually, his head exploded into a million pieces.

- In case you're wondering. - You saw it?

Mm-hmm.

- I'm Mia. - Oh, hi.