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Mooney!
Where you at, Mooney?
Mooney! Mooney!
Hey, don't drop your wad, you get spied on in the shower.
Do it.
Just do whatever faggy shit you want
with your Cub Scout buddies, but keep the fuck away from us!
What's that? I can't hear you.
Don't give us that shit, you fucking liar.
I wasn't spying.
What were you doing then? Were you taking a dump?
'Cause that's what toilets are for, man.
It doesn't smell like he was taking a dump.
Does it smell like he was taking a dump?
Nah, man, someone needs to give this motherfucker
a shitting lesson, huh?
Oh, is that... is that what it is?
Mooney, you need a lesson in potty training?
Mooney, you're in luck 'cause I gotta go.
Oh, yeah.
Anybody else gotta go, huh?
Who the fuck is Jamie Marks?
Jamie Marks, he was... he was in your homeroom, right?
Yeah.
Did... did he have red hair?
Nope.
Wait.
Was Jamie Marks a boy or a girl?
It's a boy, you moron.
Jamie Marks is that kid with the... the glasses
and the... the... the boy scouts shirt.
That's him, right?
Mooney Marks.
Told you.
Oh, you know what I heard?
I heard they found him without his eyeballs.
I mean, like, seriously.
And he was raped.
Yes, Elizabeth.
Aren't we gonna talk about what's happened?
Okay.
Fine.
Let's talk about what's happened.
Who wants to talk about Mooney Marks?
Do you, Elizabeth?
You were a good friend of his?
How did it make you feel when you learned he was gone?
Hm? Anyone?
Should we talk about all those fond memories
we have of Jamie?
How everyone thought he was such a great guy?
Who knew him?
Gregory?
Huh?
Belinda.
Eric.
Anyone.
Now...
I think it's awful what's happened.
I do.
And if any of you wanna stay after class
and discuss it, please feel free to do so.
But right now, I think we should get back to work.
What are you doing here?
Visiting.
What are you doing here?
You don't have to leave.
It smells good.
So do you really collect rocks?
Yeah.
Rocks are the best.
He was in my homeroom.
Down there is where I found him.
He looked so scared.
You're Adam.
Gracie.
I know your older brother...
Unfortunately.
You should come by tomorrow...
And see my collection.
My parents will be at marriage counseling.
How was practice?
It's all right.
I'm gonna go down to the landing for a bit, okay?
Just for a quick drink.
I won't be late, I promise.
Have fun.
Thank you.
Hey.
Don't ever put your happiness in anyone else's hands.
You hear me?
I'll drop it.
I'll drop it every time.
Bye!
Oh, my babies.
Just rest, mom.
You're okay.
They said you were gonna be okay.
I know they did, honey.
Aaron.
Baby, look at me.
You're gonna have to cover my shift tomorrow night, okay?
We're gonna be fine.
You'll see.
Latham?
Here.
Leeds.
Here.
Long.
Here.
Marks.
Oh, dear.
Excuse me.
McCormick.
Here.
Okay.
All right.
Hello?
Yeah.
Stop calling here.
Who is it?
The crazy bitch that hit you?
She doesn't want to talk to you!
Yeah.
What do you think she wants?
She's a little busy right now,
considering you just ran her over with your van.
So what took you so long?
Sorry.
I ran.
Come on.
Don't just stand there, come in.
How's your drink?
Did I make it too strong?
You've got quite a collection.
I... I didn't know rocks could be so beautiful.
I know.
Sit down.
I, uh, like your shelves.
Thanks.
My dad made them for me.
I see graves all the time now.
Beds are kinda like graves.
What kind of funeral do you want?
Aren't they all the same?
No, they're all completely different.
In Mexico, on day of the dead,
the families go to the cemeteries
and picnic on the graves of a loved one.
They burn incense to guide the way
between the road of the dead and the living.
Is that what you were doing the other day?
I think you should go now.
Okay.
Don't worry, you're invited back.
Oh.
Thanks for showing me your rocks.
Not today, bro.
You're on your own.
Come on.
Sorry, we got important shit to attend to.
Yeah, like what?
Aaron's taking us to where they found him.
You should come, Adam.
Jenny Miller says she saw him
hanging around by the bridge down there.
No thanks.
It's not a circus.
What'd you just say?
Let's just go.
Why do you give a shit what we do?
I think it's about...
Seven months.
I understand.
I think it was about...
That one night, I had to...
Adam?
Honey, is that you?
Yeah.
Come in here a minute.
What's up?
What is she doing here?
Adam, what happened wasn't Lucy's fault.
It was an accident. Of course it was her fault.
She's my friend, I want you to be nice to her.
Since when? Adam, I know this is really tough for you.
I know there's been so much going on, but...
Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.
It's... it's so awful what happened to that Marks boy,
and... and... and if you need to talk...
Just stay out of it, Paralyzer.
Adam.
Mom.
She is the reason you're in this wheelchair.
She hit you head-on, she was drunk...
I wasn't drunk, it was an accident.
Yeah, a drunk accident. You know that.
It... I wasn't drunk.
Just go away.
Lucy's just trying to help.
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