The Hive

You.

Holy shit.

Who am I?

Jesus Christ.

"Remember"?

Remember, uh...

Shit! Remember nothing.

What is going on?! Fuck!

Who am I?! Fuck!

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, could--is anyone there? Can you help me?

Oh.

I'm going crazy, man.

Well, we have 63 days.

How do you expect me to survive

without cell phone or Internet access?

Get over it! Dang!

We're young. It's summer camp.

Who's that?

Adam Goldstein?

OK, what do I know?

I'm Adam.

What else do I know?

What is going on?

What's going on?!

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

I'm a United States citizen.

Your actions here could turn a cold war

into a nuclear fucking holocaust!

You have absolutely no fucking idea what I'm saying, do you?

You are spy, right?

So now you help Mother Russia.

Um, OK.

Wow, I'm Russian?

Russia, Russia, Russia.

I'm a Russian teenage scientist

from the Cold War who doesn't age, apparently.

Probably not.

I like to come here and get away sometimes.

You know, it's just-- it's quiet, peaceful.

Wow. This place is amazing at night.

Yeah, you know, it's-- it's cool to think here,

let the stillness of the water relax you.

-Like meditation? -Like meditation?

Yeah, like that.

Like that.

I'm--I'm really starting to feel something for you.

Is that--is that weird, that I feel very connected?

No.

It's not bad at all.

Ohh.

Jess, I just don't want to hurt anyone.

Right.

Must be an asshole.

Oh, Jesus, what happened to you?

Looks like we're in this together.

What do you say?

My bad.

There you go.

Fuck.

I hear you're still having those stupid,

nasty seizures.

Are they scary?

How old are you?

-I'm 7 3/4. -

You're older than my daughter.

She's only 7 1/2.

I'm going to go talk to your parents

about a procedure I'd like to try.

It's nothing bad.

It's called multiple subpial transections,

which is a lot of big words to describe

very tiny cuts that you won't feel at all.

Kayla, count backwards from ten for me. Clean here, please.

-10... - Yes, Doctor.

9, 8, 7...

Looks good. Thanks. Making a 5-millimeter incision.

- 6... -

No! No!

W to the power of I...

We're losing a lot of blood.

...derivative over N to the power of I

minus A Z to the power of...

No.

No, no. No!

Shit.

OK.

Uh...

...very special day, and frankly,

I don't care to hear anymore about the sick need

you have to update your Facebook status.

-Special day? -Tyrannical reign

of these little bastards is coming to an end.

This is the time that the people at the bottom,

we rise up and we take down the powers that be.

And who are the powers that be?

Spoiled little shit bags.

We have no authority over these kids.

They know that every disciplinary action

we take is merely a suggestion

because they make one little phone call

to their rich little daddies, and all of a sudden,

Little Billy doesn't have to make his own bed anymore.

I got to make his own bed,

with these hands.

-So this is about Billy? -Fuck Billy! No!

Well, yeah,

but it's not just about Little Billy.

It's about all the Little Billies.

Stop calling them Little Billies.

Fuck! What's his name, the kid who shit himself?

Don't talk about Puraj.

Yeah, Puraj, the Puerto Rican kid.

He's Indian!

You're missing my point.

What's your point?

We're gonna butt-fuck these kids.

Wow.

Who are you butt-fucking?

No one, Jess.

It's all good.

Mm-hmm.

You look really sweet.

Good.

I love her.

I can't believe she's my fucking girlfriend.

It's forever.

Yeah, well,

it's just a water fight, so...calm down.

Butt fuck!

Good morning, campers.

I hope you have your running shoes on today,

'cause I'm fucking coming for you,

you little shits!

Yeah, see? There he his.

You're finally living a little, instead of

that emo, brooding bullshit.

You want to jerk each other off?

-What? -Just touch it.

What the fuck? Get outta here.

Aah! Aah!

Yeah, I'm your worst nightmare!

Clark, Clark.

-Oh, my God. -Clark, dude.

You're the big dog. Ha ha!

OK, uh,

look, there's something I have to tell you, Clark.

Little Billy.

I want him dead.

Ha ha!

-Ohh. -Oh, my God.

You OK?

Yeah, I think.

Oh.

Yeah, I...I think so.

Remember?

Goddamn it, I can't remember.

Shit! Think, Adam!

Which one of you fucking retards was screaming "Syria"

and beaning kids with water balloons?

Well, I guess that would be both of us.

Well, not really.

Both of us were throwing water balloons,

to be honest, but, you know, it was for fun.

Yeah, but we were

throwing water balloons, but one of us

was yelling "Syria";

"Run, you little faggots";

"Your rich parents can't save you."

That was one of us.

It got out of hand

out there, man.

What's your excuse?

All right, OK, OK. Jesus Christ.

You know what? Get the fuck out of here.

And take that fucking shirt off.

It's disturbing. I'm gonna have nightmares.

It's not play time, it's nap time.

Adam. No, just stay there.

I'm gonna manage everybody on my own.

Keep drawing. Do what you do.

What's this idiot doing?

He's creeping me out.

I'm gonna tell you guys a little story,

and it doesn't end well for you,

you little bumblebee.

What's up, Puraj?

You OK? Missing home?

No.

They picking on you again?

Aw, come on, man.

OK, look, believe it or not,