All language subtitles for Run Hide Fight 2021 1080p WEB-DL-Eng

- In between breath,

take the shot.

- Ah, hell.

- That was,

hoping we wouldn't have to deal
with this scenario so early in our lessons.

There's unfinished
business you need to tend to.

Well, it's tempting to let nature
run its course.

Lungs will fill with blood.

Animal die of natural death
but, with that process

comes extreme pain.

This isn't right to let
an animal suffer for a...

- Hey.

Damn it, Zoe.

Here.

Let me help you.

Slow down honey, it's not a race.

- Isn't it?

- Aren't we getting close
to seeing your prom?

- Mom.

- You have anyone in your sights?
- I mean it. Stop.

- Stop what?

- Was just talking to a... fly.

- You've done really good out there, kid.

I mean, the size of that deer,
we're gonna be eating Venison all summer.

- All in a days work.
- Yeah.

- And all before 08:00.

- Yeah.

Coffee.

Hey, Lewis can wait a minute, huh?

- For what?

- I think we need to see somebody again.

- And by "we", you mean me?

- No, I mean us. Listen.

- Everyday still feels like
it just happened.

And honey, you're so angry.

You're so...

- not!
- Hey.

- That look in your eyes.

Guys in my unit had that look.

- Not everything is about the war.

- You're cutting yourself off

from everything you care about.

And you're so guarded all the time--

- Maybe there's a brochure
you can hand me so I can go?

- You're 17 years old
and you gave up your cell phone?

- Well, think of all the money you've saved.

- Take off my jacket.

You go out into the world

without that jacket.

Should be easy for you
if you're really not at war.

- Sorry, not breaking, just entering.

- I did knock.
- Yeah. It's cool.

- I'm ready.

- Lewis.

- Morning, Mr. Hull.
- Morning.

- You know, back there with your Dad
I totally saved you intentionally.

- You intentionally saved me?

- Oh yeah. I mean
it was a calculated risk, but...

- Really? Explain.

- Well, number one,

you were saying how things
are getting more and more heated

between you and your pops lately. And, uh..

And "B". You know you were...

- You started with numbers but continue.

- And two,

you usually come out
right when I honk,

but when you didn't, I assumed
that maybe he had you cornered and so...

I engaged.

- You engaged?

- I mean that's how he would say it, right?
- You engaged, yeah.

- What the hell?

- Rory Mocun, Chaz Harting.

Oh, and AJ Turner's in the back,
like an asshole casserole.

- They're like roaming soldiers

who don't realize that their empire
is crumbling in just a few days.

Or they do realize it
and they're totally freaking out.

- Okay, that just like, looks like
one of their faces.

- Hello!

You freaks fucking or what?

Hey, we know you're hurting, Roy.

OK? We know Mommy,
she didn't hug you enough.

And Daddy never said he was proud.

We don't need to hide behind
stereotypical cave male aggression.

Reach out to that
scared little boy inside,

don't push him away.

- Do not fight me!
- W-wait, they are actually pushing us
off the road now.

Thanks guys. Stay well.

Why am I always this guy, huh?

Guy who pulls into the dirt like...

- Because you're smart and safe.

- Yeah, well...
- And not a total asshole.

I hate that about me.

- Is that Chris Jelick over there?

- Is he doing something
completely fucking weird?

- Yeah.
- Then yes.

Hey it's fine, just let it rest a minute.

Yeah, now, that's Chris Jelick.

'Cause that is definitely
Tristan Voy's rapemobile.

Well, we'll see all kinds of dumb stuff today.

What do you mean?

Hello? Senior prank day.

So, the swim captain
will have Thai food delivered to class

and Becky Vaughn will set up her home-made
slip n' slide near the auditorium.

And someone with a tiny car
will try to park it inside the lobby.

God, and even stupider
turn of promposals.

Yeah. Yeah. I know. Right.

Ew.

- You can try it now.
- What? Like..?

The engine?

Oh, yeah. Y-y-yeah.

- Okay, what is this, middle school?

Fuck.

- This is bullshit.

- Giant person. When I'm in pictures.

- Even though I'm actually really small.
- Yeah. Okay

- But no one needs to know that.
- Bye now.

Wait. Where you going?

- Your locker's this way.

- Yeah, I know where my locker's at.
Didn't you hear the bell?

^Your locker is by the Yearbook office
and I need your eye for some new layouts.

- Okay, can it wait till after lunch?
- Yeah, of course.

- You're being really weird.
- I'm just, like, stressed out.

Maybe I should've never agreed
to edit the damn thing--

Okay, look. Just remember, Lewis,
this is high school.

Nothing that happens here
matters in the real world. Got it?

- Yeah.
- Good. I'll see you later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Yo, tell me if this sucks.

- Is that you?
- Yeah.

- Who's harmonizing with you?
- Also me.

I got a new track out.

I want this played at my funeral.

- We're recording an EP this summer.
- No way!

- Yeah, I'll give the gym a shot
before reality kicks me in the cootch.

- Nice. You know I'll come cheer you on.

How else can I justify
my 50% as your manager?

- 50%?
- 50%.

Is there a lawyer in here?
Are you a lawyer? Are you a lawyer?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am not in the best of moods.

Okay?

I have not had my morning coffee
because the teacher's lounge

was filled from floor to ceiling
with balloons.

Get it out of your system.

All right now, the rest of the time
that we'll spend here together

let's actually try and learn some things.

So, should we open up our books at page

- One twenty...
- Freeze, scholar.

- To my else....
- Whatever it is just make it quick please.
Thank you.

My maiden, will thou accompany me
to the promenade?

- Yes!
- Huzzah!

Very cute. We all have dates.

Now let's simmer down
and get back to business.

Okay.

That was pure oxygen.

Makes a loud noise, right?

But no flame, or heat.

This balloon, however,

is filled with 100% hydrogen.

And an explosion that time.

Because all three
combustion requirements were present.

Flame from the match.

Oxygen from the atmosphere.

And fuel from the...

hydrogen.

Zoe, can I have a word with you, please?

- Thank you, Mrs. C.

- Okay.

Listen, I know
you've been going through a lot.

But maybe getting involved again
could feel good?

- You want me to explode next time?

- I just don't like seeing
a bright young woman

who used to love my class
fade into the background.

No, I'm about to graduate
and leave all this behind.

I've been accepted to Purdue
for the fall--

- Yes, I remember.
I wrote a glowing recommendation.

Perhaps that was premature?

- Perhaps it was.

But like everyone keeps telling me,
Mrs. Crawford,

you can't change the past.

Your attention please.

Band practice will not be held
in the auditorium today

but will instead move to room 112.

Thank you.

"We believe we can change things
in accordance with our desires.

We believe it because otherwise,
we'd see no favorable outcome.

We don't think of the outcome
which generally comes to pass,

that we do not succeed in changing things
in accordance with our desires,

but gradually our desires change.

The situation we'd hope to change
becomes unimportant to us.

We've failed to surmount the
obstacle but life took us around it,

and led us beyond it,

and if we turn the gaze into the past

we can barely see it,
so imperceptible has it become."

How cool is that?

And when Marcel Proust
finally finished this novel in 1922

he died, the very same day.

Nothing? Okay.

Okay.

- Hello.

What time does your..

All right. Cool.

If you could bring me a note, okay?

It's a Countywide Policy,
just bring me a note from the doctor.

Hey, what time does your lunch start?

- Directly after at lunch.
- Very cool.

- 12:35.
- Very cool. Cool.

- Thanks. Thank you.
- Yeah.

Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, I'm listening.

- How's the pizza?

- Have you ever eaten a dryer sheet?

- Gross.

- Okay.

- Okay, so I'm thinking you've been
to your locker and you're taking it wrong.

- How should I take it?

- Like a goof,
like a light-hearted friend thing.

- We'll go and will make fun of people
together.

- Is that your dream prom night?

- You wanna spend
money on a limo and tux...

and the wrist flower thingy...

just to do what we do every day?

You'd pay for your own thingy, but...

- You know, forget it. You're right.
- I just... I can't.

- Yes. It'd be too soon and
you know, I don't wanna...

- What?

- You know like with your mom
and everything we should just--

- This isn't about my mom.

God, why'd you have
to do this right now?

-You were the only good thing, Lewis, it's so--
- Hey, hey, hey...

You're not being with
everyone else. Alright?

Don't shut down on
me too. I was just...

- You think I'm shut down?
- No.

Yes, but it's like it's not your fault.
You're just...

- Jesus! Dammit!
- I'm sorry.

- I, look, this is all like coming out sideways.
Can you just...

- I'm just going to the bathroom.

When you come back can we
just hit refresh and pretend I don't

suck?

- Hey, did you lose something in here?

- Shit.

Hey, you got studs on, girlfriend.

Bitch.

- That did not look like a win, bro.

- Hey, no-no-no. Don't sit there, okay.
She's coming right back.

- So I'm friends with your mom.
- Just leave.

- Hey, I'm Switzerland.
Don't take it out on me.

- Look, we're right in the middle of it,
all right? Just go. Go!

- Fine.

- My mom's gonna want
all those fake flowers back.

And the ribbon too.

- A little rough on him, weren't you?

- It's a boundary issue.

- Hmmm. I agree.

You have way too many.

- I like Lewis.

Don't wanna lead him on,
end up hurting him.

- He's just trying to make
a memory with you, sweetie.

- I'm so close to getting out of here.

Few more months.

- One thing about going places.

You take yourself there, too.

- Will you go to prom with me?

- Yes!
- Yeah?

- No way! No way!

- Fuck you!

- No! No! No! Please! Please!

- Everybody down.

- Trigger warning.

- Hey!

- Fuck you, bastard!
- Oh, slow down, old man.

How's that for a coach?

- Ow! You son of a...

- Great.

You know what to do, right?
- Don't worry.

- What the fu...

Wait. Wait! It's okay...

Okay. I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Oh my God. Amy?

Amy?

Oh! It's okay! It's gonna be okay!

Help!

Oh my God!

No, no! Oh My God! No, no, no!

You are gonna be okay.

Look at me. You're gonna be okay.

No.

- Go fuck yourself!

- Fred Gilland, if you're in the building
call the main office.

Fred Gilland, please call the office.

- All right, listen up.

And, uh...

all of you just might survive, okay?

We are in charge now, so please

just do as we say, quickly
and without question or else...

Well, you know...

Hey, Roy. How you doin'?

You know normally you...

You call me a faggot when
I see you in the halls.

That's kind of our-

our thing.

Who's the fag now, man?

I was just messing with him. Okay?

- He disrespected you.
- Look at me!

We need to keep our eyes
on the price. Okay?

We don't have time
for small kills please. Okay?

Thank you.

- What the fuck!?

- Hey!

Get down on the ground!

- Okay. Okay. Okay.

- Anymore friends back there?

- Run.

- Now if I were you, and thank God I'm not,

I would wanna to pull out my phone.

Guess what?

All out. It's okay. Please.
Pull them out. Anybody.

Donna? Right? Donna?

- Dawn.
- Dawn?

- Please don't hurt me.

- Dawn, do you have a phone?

Okay.

It's okay. Relax.
Dawn. Dawn. Relax.

It's okay.

- It's yours, keep it.
- No. I don't want your phone, Dawn.

I want you to have your phone.
That's the point. Please.

Thank you.

Now who in this world
would you most like to know

that today could be
the day that you die?

- Hey, chief. We got another one.

Across town.

- All right. Let's splendor that truck off
and send it on over.

- Mom, it's me.

- I thought you're at school.
- I am at school.

We talked about this, Dawn, you know--

No, listen mom,
there's guys with guns everywhere.

He wanted me to call you.

- I'm calling the police.
- I gotta go, mom.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I love you.

- Okay, Dawn, did you mom say
that she was gonna call the police?

Look at me. Look at me.

It's okay if she did.

Did she?

Yeah?

She's a good mom.

Fantastic, that's one last step
for all of you to worry about.

All right? Now pull out your phone,
call your parents, text your friends.

Call our congresswoman.
I don't care. All right?

Just get them out, please.

- Damn it.

- Hi, this is Julie. Have a blessed day.
- Oh my God.

- If this is the last time
you hear my voice

I want you to know...

that I didn't die sad.

I don't have any regrets.

And, um...

I thank you for the life
that you gave me, ma.

I love you to the moon and back.

- Okay.

- Kill whatever that is, please.

- I'm looking for ya.

I'm seeing this hole now.

Hm-hmm.

Knowing you must be close.

I'm looking for the thing
that made that sound.

Brenda, honey?

Needing you to come out now.

- Here.

I'm here.

You should be ashamed.

- Brenda, honey, what's happening now?

Were those gunshots?

Brenda?

- Yeah, I killed that thing of yours.

- Where's my fucking--

- All right, kiddos. That's it. That's time.
Put your pencils down.

End the calls, send the texts.

Do what you gotta do but
I need your absolute silence now, please.

- I promise, do you think I'm gonna
hang up on you. But I can't. I can't...

- Move, please. Come on. Move.

- Jesus.

- Bradley? Son?

- Hi, this is Tristan,

I'm sending my thoughts and prayers
to you during this difficult time.

- Vernon Central High School,
how may I help you?

- I'm calling to help you, actually.

- Really? I could use some today.

- Aren't you cute?

Okay, you have a live shooting situation
in the cafeteria.

This isn't a joke, okay?

There are students with weapons
in a lunch room right now.

- And you know this how?

- Calm lady. No...

- Because you are one of the students
in our cafeteria with a firearm?

- Let's get more specific. I'm Tristan Voy.

- And you say your name is Tristan Voy?

Keep talking.

You with me.

- What are you hoping to gain
from this, Tristan?

- Hope's got nothing to do with it.

Thank you.

- He hung up. I'm calling 911.

- When experts look back
on this day they will agree

that she should've announced lock down
over the intercom immediately.

However the rule states that she must first
confirm the information.

How do I know this?

Because they publicly vote on this shit
at the school board meetings.

That's how.

Okay? So while we wait
for this ill-advised staff

I want you all to pull out whichever app
you use to do live streaming video,

Instagram, Facebook, Periscope.
It does not matter to me, all right?

Just get them up and running
and point it at me. Now!

- Hey!

- Hey! You!

- Zoe?
- Girl, all of you. Stop!

- Stop! Stop!
- Hey.

- Tristan Voy and Chris Jelick
have guns in the cafeteria.

- Yo. What's....
- Hey. They are killing people.

- It's not even funny.

- No shit!

Don't go back inside
unless you wanna die, okay?

Go!

- This better be real.

- You're not coming?

- No. Most of them still don't know.

- Okay?

I'm with you.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Come on.

- My name is Tristan Voy

and you are watching a live take down
of Vernon Central High School.

At first, I would like to give
a quick shutout

to the tech giants
hosting these video streams.

Turn them off, or in any way interrupt them

and we will be forced
to kill everybody immediately.

I promise.

So join me as we dismantle
a bastion of our society

in favor of entropy and truth.

Well, well, well. If
it isn't our friendly

old neighborhood security guard.

As if it's not sad
enough that they're

only paying him 12 dollars per hour
to protect our school.

They expect you to do it
without a fucking gun?

- Tristan!

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Yes?
- I'm unarmed.

Sure, except for your
normally cutting remarks, but please...

now. What can I do for you?

- Listen. Your grievances with me,
not your classmates.

- No shit? Do tell. Please.

- You were sent to my office
twice last week.

- That's right.

- And I threatened you.
I threatened you with expulsion.

- That's also right.

- Instead of trying harder
to understand you.

You know behind your desk
you have this poster, and it says:

"Making a difference,
once student at a time."

He didn't make time for me.

- I let you down, man.

But you got my undivided attention now.

- On your desk, there's a picture of you,

and your wife and your two kids.

Where is that?

- That's at our camp in Broken Bow.

- I've never seen a family so happy.

- Made me wish
that I could have that someday.

- You absolutely can!
- Wow!

I can have your cabin?

- Sure.
- Okay, great.

- So you heard that, right?
- End this now.

- And we'll make it happen.
- Everybody heard that.

- Perhaps I can fuck your wife on the beach
while your kids watch too, huh?

You see,

last week I wanted to come
to your office, twice, man.

During our morning session

I grabbed your keys, I went downtown,
I had a copy made.

And during our afternoon session

while you were looking out the window

talking about how guys like me
would never amount to anything.

You remember that? I replaced them.

- Tristan.
- Rob.

- Whatever your reasons are for doing this,
man, we can work it out between us.

- Maybe we can.

- No!

- No. Please!

- Get up!
- Please!

Please! Please!

Please!

- Don't bother.

Phase two is about to begin.

- What did the Texans have?

"Greed and determination."

But very little in the way of ammunitions.

What we wanna point out is...
A hundred and si...

- You have to get out now!
- Come on!

Ms. Greene, Ms. Greene,
you have to open the window please!

- All right.

- Please!
- No, no!

- Thank you ladies, very clever.

Where was I?

- In the corner of your screen
there should be a number,

perhaps next to an eyeball icon.

Who here has more than fifty
live viewers right now?

Raise your hands please.

Okay, great. That's great.
Who has more than one hundred live viewers?

Five hundred?

How many do you have?

- Just went over a thousand.

- Goddamn, get up here.

- What makes you so popular?

- I'm not, I'm--
- He does the Yearbook.

- Ah, the geeky newsboy.

- Well, actually I'm the admin
of the Vernon High Page.

- Look, nobody asked
for your life story, all right?

- I don't care where they are coming from,
as long as they are watching.

You are my main camera now,
so please stay close.

And everybody else please put you phone
in a bin as it comes around

I have a new task for you.

- I need to see your work, people.
You can't just Google--

Oh my God!!!

Ms. Hull! Inappropriate!

What in the name of--

- We're under attack. Some students
have guns in the cafeteria.

- This isn't a senior prank.
- Everybody has to get out now.

- Josh, lock the door.

- Okay, come on,
we don't have much time.

- Okay, everyone over here now.
Single file line.

- Where do I go?
- Ladies first.

- Into the woods.
Stay until the cops come. You're good.

I'll get you there out if I can.

- Single file.
- Good.

- Mr. Yates?

- Yeah.

- I've got you. One leg at a time.

- Two legs, guys.

- Oh my Lord.
- Guys, put your back into it. I do not..

- They recorded this?
- No, it's live. Happening now.

- How'd you find this?
- It's on the school social page.

- Lewis.

- It's not that hard to build a wall.

- Tristan.

- Coming.

- Are we famous yet?
- Not yet.

- Okay.

- Yes?

- Permission to kill these?

Look, they're useless.

- Please, you've hurt her enough.

- Have you heard of operation T4?

Hitler ordered mercy killings
on the disabled

because he didn't want their deformities
to infect the master race.

Good thing is...

we're not Nazis.

- This is gonna take too long.

Should I warn another class?

I don't know, I just...

- You all right? Got this. Okay.

- What the hell?

- Relax. All right? It's....

early.

But not unexpected.

Anna, can you please
figure this out for me?

- Copy that.
- Keep it moving!

- I'm on it.

- Leave it all and line up.

Thank you.

Isabelle, leave your purse.
It will still be here when you get back.

- What the hell are you doing, Missy?

- Oh, I think that I have a pass here somewhere.

- For the electrical room?
Nobody but me is allowed in it.

- What the hell does that mean?
Did they get to it somehow?

- I don't...

- What's going on?

- Pranking?

- Okay.

- All right. False alarm everyone.
Back in your classrooms.

You're not getting away that easy.

- Come on! You wanna die? Go!

- Come on.
- Okay. Okay.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Maybe if I can get to the office
I can make an announcement.

- Wait, Zoe! I should be
the one to do that.

- Shit!

- Sheriff, if someone's shooting
at the school. We don't wait outside....

- You're right. If it's an active shooter
we go in immediately.

- I mean, this fucker's holding kids at gunpoint.

- Wait, wait, Tom, if you telling me these kids

are calling their parents
from inside the school

and saying that they are being held by--
- I'm not..

- I know you're not afraid to go in!!!

I wanna go in.

But...

it's just..

Look, let me finish!

If this is more of a hostage situation
than an active shooter

then we contain, negotiate,

and wait for the lead
team before all else fails.

- Final projects are due in a few days.

Really impressed
with the work I've been seeing.

Oh, Goodness.

Hopefully you guys have saved your work.

- Get outside!

Get outside! There's a school shooting.
Run! Let's go!

- Fuck!
- That's it. Oh, shit. Let's go!

- Fuck!

- Fuck you, Becky!

- Sheriff, I'm a mile away,
you can't tell me not to go in.

- Listen to me, Tommy.

If it sounds like I'm pulling rank on you,
it's because I am.

Now Vernon is your town
but it's my county, okay?

- You're not the one
with family in there.

- Wait, wait...

Yes. I hear you, Tommy.
I know your nephew's in there.

But if----if you have fast an entry team,
you gonna get everybody killed.

- I can live with that.

- Now I'm two minutes away. Just,
hold out for just a goddamn minute.

We could...Tom? Tommy?

Son of a bitch!

- Wait? He hung up?

- He's hellbent on going in immediately.

- Here. Get us the hell outta here, will you?

- All right.

- Let's go. Go, go.

- Sure they will follow it?
- Yes, we see them.

- Okay, they're gonna keep their lights
and sirens off until we know if it's real.

- It's real.
- Okay.

We have confirmation. There are
active shooters in the building.

- They killed Rob.

Yes. Yes I'm here. I just... I need to...

make a lock down announcement
as quickly as possible?

Yes, we'll keep the line open.
Take this.

Okay.

- Attention, faculty and students.

We are in lock down.
I repeat we are in lock down.

Please follow your school
safety manuals for instructions

as we are in lock down
until further notice. Thank you.

- Officer, is there anything else
we should be doing right now?

- Hey, you need to slow down!

- Woah!!

I'm---I'm not the problem, okay?
They're at the cafeteria.

- And we know that!!

Get back to your home room
and stay put until--

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, oh.

Fuck. Guys, everyone all right?

- Yes.
- All right. Okay. Hold on.

Hold on.

Ah, okay. Lock down means we stay put,
lock the door.

Emma, can you lock the door please?

Close the window blinds.

Get against the wall that isn't in view.
Everyone go to that wall.

And keep quiet.

- That's it. Come on in.
Keep coming. File in.

Hey, we're okay. It's all right.

If um,

the office announces the lock down

then they're on it.
Police have been notified.

This is Tarsy. I need all available units
to Vernon Central High...

- Sir! Sir!
- Good Christ!

Tommy!

- Tom, you read me?
- There are officers down, we need medics.

- Police are here. Some lady cop's
calling for an ambulance.

- Nice!

Yes! The phase three begins. And?

- We just got teased on the Channel 2 News.

- Were they airing our stream yet?

- No.

Uh, the anchor said
they plan to go live from out-front.

- Hello, this is live from inside.

Nobody wants to see
your bullshit reporter.

They want to see me.

- I'm finished in the basement.
Awaiting for the orders.

- Great work.

Do some reckon on the office
on your way back. I wanna see how we did.

- Let the sheriff know we've got
the remnants of the home-made bomb here.

- If somebody wanted to keep us busy
and clogged the roads.

- Understood. I'll let him know.

- Ah...

- Williams, have you set the perimeter?

Nobody else entering here
without my say so!

- Hey, hey, hey...

- Hell is going on in here?

- Stop. Sheriff! Sheriff!
You have to see this.

- All right. Come on everybody! Let's go!
Away from the school!

- Hey! Hey!

Okay, we need to get out of here.

- Not as painful as it looks.

In fact,

when it happens fast

there's often no pain at all.

- Suddenly you're the expert on death?

You only did it once.

- Yes. I'm a quick study.

You got that from me.

- Yeah.

- Going through people's pockets,
that you got from your dad.

- I need a phone.

- Hmm, hmm.

Always known exactly
what you wanted.

Even as a baby.

- You wanna talk pain?

- Breastfeeding you was a--
- Mom.

- No, it was a nightmare.

But I admire it.

- Do I close his eyes?

- Well, he's not here anymore, sweetie.

He's free of all attachments now.

- Is that how you feel?

- Almost.

I still got one person who's holding on.

Someone who's not quite ready
to release me just yet.

- Definitely success.

Maybe even better than expected.

- Pictures are worth
a thousands words, my darling.

And video, even more.

- This is for stealing all my weed.

- Begin sweeping the rooms. Top down.

- 10-4. And standby for our pics.

- Sit!

- Miss?

Do you believe in God?

- Yes.

- Huh?

Now why would God
let something like this happen to you?

- Oh, Anna.

- It's just me or is it hot in here?

- This is for stealing all my weed.

- Nice.

- Free will.

God allows the wicked
to do their wickedness.

- Oh yeah? Why is that?

- So they can be judged.

- Channel 5 just interrupted
their programming.

They're warning viewers
about graphic content

because they are about to air
the live stream.

- Hot dog.

You got the con. Okay?

We need more bodies
so we'll be right back.

You two are coming with me.

Let's move.

- Hey! If anyone's in there
you need to get out of there. Okay?

They gonna come looking for you.

Just break a window. Get out if you can.

Fuck.

Hey! If anyone's in there
you---you shouldn't hide in the rooms.

They gonna come looking for you.

- Are you a staff member?
- No. Hey, look.

Look.

They're in the cafeteria now.

But I think they wanted a lock down.

And it makes it easier
to round everyone up that way.

Break a window. Get out if you can.

- We're not supposed to leave
until the office announces that it's---

- No, no, you don't understand.
There is no office anymore.

- Fuck! Fuck!

- Run.

- Hola!

Don't worry, amigos.

For those of you just joining us,
this is a school shooting.

- Tristan?

Ms. Nunez, how are you?

I'm gonna need to take
everybody down to the cafeteria.

La cafeteria. Is that right?

- Please don't hurt anyone.

- You know it's one thing I've always

really liked about you,
Ms. Nunez, you really

genuinely care about your students.

Another thing I like is,

you know you have this way
of turning to write on the board

it really hold the young man's attention.

- Tristan, please don't...

- Hey, por favor!

Ms. Nunez, this is a Spanish-speaking classroom.

You are beautiful.

And you know what, for you,

I think I can promise
that I won't hurt anybody

if you can do something for me.

"Quítate la blusa."

- Oh my God! Let go!

- Let go!

- Fuck---

you!

- Ms. Nunez.

- It's okay, Kitty.

- What, do you think I'm a child?
Everything.

Wow.

You know, you really are
the nicest teacher--

- Tristan.

I have a few questions for you.

Um, I turned on the live comments feature
and---and it's blowing up.

People are really interested in--

- Did I tell you to do that?

- No, I'm sorry.
- No.

- I'll turn it off, um.

- What kind of questions are they asking?

- Don't wanna get your hands dirty, huh?

- Miss Voy!

Hello!

Hey, that you
calling in on the land line?

- Yeah. Is there a car on the drive?

It's not. There is a TV on,
but they-----

- SWAT team's still 30 away.
They were all the way up in New York

responding to the bullshit bomb threats
somebody called in.

- These jackasses took
three steps ahead of us.

Look around and see
if there's a back door.

- Roger that.

Miss Voy!

He's shooting up a school
live on the internet,

but giving me his number
will violate his privacy?

- What?

- Second floor plans.

- Hey, do we even got a warrant for this?

- No, no time.

That's why I'm calling
what you're now doing a wellness check.

- Okay. Roger that.

Miss Voy!

- Fuck!

- How long
did it take for you to plan?

- Fourteen months or so, I really...

I can't say.

Between the researching of blueprints
of building,

gathering the tech, weaponry, etc.

- How did you get the idea to do this?

- I didn't get the idea.

So much, as the idea got me.

You know, it reached out
and grabbed me by the neck.

And it hasn't let go. Quite frankly.

- Miss Vo--

...we're also waiting
for a SWAT team just now en route...

Command Center is also.....

- It's officer Banks, uh,

I got eyes on---

Miss Voy.

She ain't gonna be helping you
talk to her son.

- Breaking in here folks
with some very disturbing news,

out of Vernon Central High School.

There are multiple confirmed reports
of an active shooting situation.

We know that hostages are being held...

- Come here! Listen up!

Anybody inside my perimeter
from now on must gear up, okay?

We've already lost
two good officers.

So, tactical vest and helmets,
right now. Let's go.

- No, he left me in charge.

Not you.

No. This is my body.

No.

- From what I can tell, it looks like
they're getting ready to enter the school.

They're armoring up, not quite sure,
but from what it looks like

they are preparing to enter the school.

Trunks are being opened.

They're loading their weapons
and vests are being----

A full scale seize approach is risky

but it could make sense from the...

- Any reason for committing
such a violent--

- Shut up.

- Okay, you're okay, you're okay.

Your vest caught it. You're okay!

- Let's go, Bill. Come on.

- Back!

- Chris.

Christopher, answer me.

- Tristan?

- Who the fuck else would it be?

- Look, they tried to escape.
I didn't kill without permission.

- Okay, relax, relax.

I'm hearing the chorus again, that...

they found me here somehow.

- You know they aren't real. Right, buddy?

Hold on. I'm coming down because...

apparently
I have to do everything myself.

Give me your extra piece.

Well.

It's funny when you're holding a hammer,
everything looks like a nail.

Everybody to the cafeteria.
Now! Two by two, please.

And we are behind.

So I'm gonna take this group down,
you go collect more.

- We're the number one trending topic online.

- About damn time.

Well, get to it!
What are you guys doing? Let's move!

To the cafeteria, now!

Keep the camera pointed at them.
Please. Keep it moving.

One foot after the other.
Keep it moving.

Find some floor. Make yourself at home.

- I'm sorry.
- I know. I know. That...

- They always try to take over.
- I know.

They're gone now, right?

- Yes?

Because you're here.

- I'm here.

No. Not right now, okay?
There is still a lot to get done.

So, you don't love me anymore?

- You've moved on to my sister.
- I love you and Anna both equally. Okay?

Now fucking medicate man.

Get yourself together,
there's still a lot to get done.

- Get in. Come on.

- Anna. Where are you?

- Hey, would you please report back?
Tell me where you are.

- I did that, you bitch!

- Anna, what the fuck? Speak.

- Knock 'em dead, sweetie.

It's...

It's funny cause it's uh,

it's a theater.

- Your hair.

- Yeah.

Do you like it?

- So, you obviously met me when you said
someone was holding you back.

But you're wrong.

You died, there's nothing
I can do to change that.

- Well.

You said yourself.

I only died once.

Right?

- Right.

- But how many times
have I died in your mind, since then?

How often do you think
of that day?

But you don't really see me
anymore, sweetie.

You just see the monster that got me.

- I can't help it.

- Well, you can.

Look at me now.

That deep place inside of you.

Your will to live is getting stronger.

And it's letting me live again too.

- The way I really want.
- Jesus!

You hear voices too?

- Maybe.

What's your excuse?

Really?

God!

You agreed to be a part of this
and it doesn't even mean anything to you?

It's even more disgusting.

- Tristan, called it, a reckoning.

- A reckoning?

For what? You're a kid!

- I'm eighteen.

- You're pathetic, that's what you are.

- What did you know about me?

Before all this?

- Nothing.

You're incredibly forgettable.

- Come on.

Come on!

- God, what are you fishing for, Kip?

- Sixth grade.

Chloe Paul and AJ Turner,

sneak up and pulled my pants down
in front of assembly.

But they also got my underwear.

- God, that's what this is about?
- Don't.

- Oh, sorry. Have I belittled your motivation
for cold blooded murder?

- You just want me to say
what you already know.

- Kip, I personally hope you rot in here.

But a cop will probably find you,

eventually.

- Everyone laughed at me, naked!

And it started years of people,
giggling near me.

Behind me.

Finely veil jokes,

even from teachers.

About my coming up, short on homework.

- Do you ever think

that the people you heard giggling

were happy?

And maybe teachers, with no idea
which words were triggering you

just didn't wanna see you flunk?

Not only,

does this punishment not fit any crime,

but Kip,

most of these people
are completely innocent.

This girl, Amy Kim,

died in my arms
on the bathroom floor today.

And all I know about her
is that she liked, horses.

On these little ribbons, for jumping them.

How did she deserve to go like that?

- I'm a numbers guy.

Sure. I would like to,

look at my name on the scoreboard
just like anyone.

But never ever let it be said

that playing video games
leads to real life violence.

It doesn't.

Sudoku though, I mean...

Come on, that is scary shit.

Anyway, when you plan
your very own mass shooting

don't just go for real one of these
like they all do.

They don't have a set number
in mind, they just,

- they wanna be bigger,
- Todd.

and they wanna be badder,
so they just go in and---

Lauren, Lauren Cope.
- Yeah

- I used to cut your
wife's hair before.

- Oh yeah, yeah, right.

Thanks.

I don't even know what the hell
are we looking at in here.

- It's a live stream from inside the school.
It's happening right now.

- I mean, how can you hit a target
if you're not aiming?

Me, I've got a number.
The number that I specially like.

And I figured out how to get it.

- Please, Zoe.
- No.

No. I'm sorry, I'm not----not one of them.

Okay?

- Okay.

- You guys, you need to get out of here
right now.

- We're trying to.
Claire says they are in the cafeteria.

- Chaz Harting getting himself----

- Okay.

- Okay. Good.

Good. Come on.

- ...indecisive, helpless...

- Hello.

Holy shit! Girl.

Yeah, yeah. I'll find him.

Give me one second.

Sheriff,

Sheriff

hey.

- Remember that friend that
I was telling you about?

The one that saved all of our asses?

She's calling from inside.

- Toss it. Let's go.

Hello.

- Hello to you, too.

Look, Sheriff.

An entire class
will come out right now.

But the shooters are watching
our every move on the news.

- Okay. Hang in there.
Let me see what I can do.

- Okay.

- As students inside prepare
for their greatest test yet,

one more failure could cost them their lives.
- Hey, hey---

hey, don't put the school
in the shot for a few minutes.

- We have every right to be here.
- No, I know you do,

but that nutcase is
watching your broadcast.

All right, so I know I can't make you,
so I am asking.

Talk to the parents,
interview the kids,

anything but keep
the school out of the shot, okay?

- I'm happy to not show the school.

- Well, good! I appreciate that.

- If you give me something
better to point our camera at.

- We got it.

- How about a shot of me
personally calling that asshole?

- Great, on speakerphone.

- Okay, okay.

Run run!

- I will take a large hawaiian pizza.

Easy on the cheese, please.

As I,

am dairy sensitive.

- Is that what this is all about, Tristan,
a lunch order?

- What I'm saying, Sheriff is that

there is nothing
you can do for me,

except watch me beat the game.

- The game is easy to win
if you are the only one playing.

- Nothing about this,

was easy.

- All clear! All clear!

Okay, police is just around these corner,
go as fast as you can. Go!

Nice!

- You're coming. Aren't you?

- No. Everyone's still in lockdown.
I'm gonna try to warn as many as I can, OK?

- So just---

- Not alone, you are not.

- Mrs. Crawford.
- Go everyone. Run!

- So you get to see where they are.

- Come on.
- Go.

- You're obviously very smart.

- Come on.

- I don't need some local lard ass cop
to tell me that.

- Fair enough, I could
stand to lose a few.

- Come on man, you're gonna work
that angle to sensible negotiator

who shares a bit of his own life?
I don't care how close you are to---

retirement or about your---

beloved wife, who you lost,
and now you understand anger too.

- My wife is just fine.

I'm afraid I can't say the same
about your mother.

- You paid her a visit, did you?

Well,

I hope she's still watching.
I think if she watches,

all the way through,
she'll finally be proud.

- Barbara, it's Jane Crawford.

Jane.

Jane, we're in here.

- Oh, God! The rooms aren't safe. We have
to get everyone out. Come on. Let's go.

Hurry!

This way.

- You see, Sheriff,

I'm an agent of change.

Midwife of truth.

I am, an embodiment.

- That sounds exhausting.

- Yeah, it's because it hurts
your tiny brain.

- Then, why don't you explain it to me
as though I were a small child?

- In the way that I have to explain
everything to everyone?

- Yes.

You really put me on the spot sheriff.

But I'll give it a try.

- I could have the people
in this room,

do the most vile things to each other
in order to stay alive.

- And they would.

Right?

That doesn't interest me.

See, humanity, is a joke,

and you my friend
are the punch line.

You are the sheep, and I am the Shephard.

And I am going to lead you all
to the fucking---

cliff because you've been begging for it.

- Tristan, nobody in that room
asked for this.

- Oh, come on! That is fucking bullshit.

Okay, everybody watching

is culpable, you all post,
and you tweet and you share.

Everybody jumps for the chance
to be both judge and jury.

But in that system, Sheriff,
you've have created a job opening.

An executioner.

You created me.

- So---

do you feel that you've made your point?
Is---is that what you wanted?

- Yeah, sure, yeah. Great job, Sheriff.

You've worked it all out.

You know, if there's no hard feelings,

I'd love to invite you up
to my new cabin in Broken Bow.

We can, pack up with some cold ones,
shoot the shit.

Play some pool.

I guess, all I needed today
was to talk to some old fuck.

Go figure, right?

- Tristan,

I'm asking you,

please, let those kids go.

How can we get everyone out
of that room safely including yourself?

- Oh. It's not looking good.
- Hey!
How can we get everyone out
of that room safely including yourself?

- Oh. It's not looking good.
- Hey!

Someone, is letting the things out.

I see what you did there, sheriff.

My turn.

- Right this way.
- Mom.

- Connor.

Thank God.

Hey. Did you see Zoe Hull in there?

- Yeah, she got the dirty blond hair,
she's tall, skinny girl.

- S--She saved us.

She was even outside at one point,
but she went back inside to help.

- Ma'am, just a few more questions
for your son, if you wouldn't mind.

Right this way.

- Anyway, I've got a number---

- Hey, uh---
- Anyway, I've got a number---

- Hey, uh---

- It's not fast, and it's not furious,
none of that shit.

Little closer to "Tortoise & The Hare".

That's the reason I want
the OG twist ending so---

please, watch and see.

- It's like, it's not safe
to shelter a place---

that shooters are going around
to the different rooms.

Rounding up the kids
and bringing them to--

the cafeteria, and that's dangerous.
But we gonna have to go.

- Everyone, we have to get up,
and we've to get out of here.

- Anna?

Kip?

Okay, look, nobody
from my team is responding,

is it safe to say
that this might be our guardian angel?

Will you please talk to me?

No?

Maybe like the rest of the world
you're, uh, watching our show?

I already asked nicely once.

- I'm here.

- Well, hello!

You're a chick.

What's your name, sweetheart?

- Zoe Hull.

- It's vaguely familiar.

- So, if you are talking to me
from Anna's phone---

- She's dead.

- Huh?

And Kip?

- Alive.

Wishing he were dead.

- You've really made a mess of things, Zoe,
you've really pissed in my corn flakes.

Do you want more people to die?
Is that why you did this?

- That's the last thing I want.

- All right, well.

Here's what happens now.

You're gonna drop whatever
you're doing and you're gonna come to me.

You're gonna beg for my forgiveness and---

that of my friend Chris, cause that
was his little sister you just cut down.

And to help motivate you, I'm gonna kill
one person in this room every five minutes

you don't show your face.

- Zoe, he'll kill you.

And the timer starts now.

Stop! Stop! I'm on my way. Okay?
- No!!!

You can't just give into demands!!!

- Get them out of here,
and yourself too. Go!

- See, I---I don't make threats.

Okay?

I provide
opportunities for growth.

I mean,

- Move. Out of the way,
out of the way, get back.

Move. Move, out of the way,
come on, let's go, let's go.

Move it, move it,
out of the way. Out of the way.

Move. Come on. Let's go.

Move it, move it. Let's go.

Move. Move. Come on.

Let's go. Move it.

Move. Let's go.

Keep it moving.
Keep it moving. Move. Move.

- Please, kill me.

I shot at Vicky while she
was running away.

She always used to smile at me.

- Okay, give me a minute.

You have to pay for her murder.

And all the others, believe it.

- What are you doing?

- Tick Tock, Zoe.

I'm bad with numbers.

But, has it been,

two minutes or,

four and a half?

- Okay, right now.

Right now, you are just a sad fat kid

everyone in the world
will hate,

and when they look for a motive,
they'll find out you were bullied.

Someone will remember that day
in the assembly

and strangers will laugh at you
all over again.

Do you want that to be your legacy?

Very good, come on.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Williams, have them park near----

- Where do you want us to stage?
- Copy. They just landed.

- Right up here.

- I'll kill another, I guess.

- Wait!

Wait!

- Fuck.

- You?

Green Jacket girl?

When's the last time you
took that damn thing off?

Don't be shy, come in. Join us.

- You can kill me just as easily,
right here.

- I know, but that would be terrible
for ratings.

So, come in.

I literally insist.

Zoe, America.

America, this is Zoe, our guardian angel.

Zoe,

while you've been prancing around
doing God knows what,

we've managed to make
national television.

Fuck, I mean I figure
at the rate we are going

we'll probably make international too.

And for those playing the home game

we've just unlocked the bonus round
for "Anything Can Happen".

What?

Fame doesn't do it for you, Zoe?

- No.

- Then, what does?

- People,

myself included, not dying.

And what does it for you?

- Uh,

being definitive.

And creating the ultimate version
of something.

I don't even have to be the first,
I just have to be,

the best.

- You killed my sister.

- She was trying to kill me.

I mean, none of this
ever had---

None of this ever had to happen.

- God damn, stand still, you bastards.

Zoe, did somebody tip you off
as to what we had planned?

- No.
- So, it was just a---

right time, right place kind of situation?

- Something like that.

- Hmmm.

- She has to die, not just in---

- You have to let me kill her.
- I will tell you when it's the right time, Chris.

- Let me---let me kill her.
- Chris, I will tell you

- when it's the right time,
- For Anna!

okay?

He's obviously
and understandably upset about his---

sister.

- I don't know
who the hell are you.

- It's over.

- Kipper.

You didn't have the stomach
for it after all.

Drop the guns.

- I'm not kidding.
- If we don't, Kip,

you're gonna have to do
a lot more killing.

Do you wanna do more killing, Kip?
Are you prepared to do that?

- Hmmm?

- Put it down.

- You put it down, asshole!

- Fuck you!

Hey!

Come on, come on.

Faster.

Come on, come on, Lewis.

Come on,

keep going, keep going.

- I'll bring 'em back.

- No.
- I'll bring 'em back.

- No.

- Go kill them and bring back
the fucking phone.

Ah, come on.

Lewis, come on,

keep going, keep going.

- Everybody stay the fuck down,
this is not over.

Run,

Lewis, run.

- Shit, shit. Come on.

- Leave me.

- Leave you? What kind of shit is that?
Come on!

Oh?

You're okay? You were hit?

- Hence the "Leave Me" idea. Yeah.

- How bad is it?

Well, according to you, nothing matters.

If it happens at high school.

- Okay, okay.

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Come on. You got this.

You're okay, You're okay.

No, no, no! No, no, no!

I don't want them to see us. Okay?

I don't want them to see us.

- It's cold in here.
- No!

- No, you're not allowed to do that, okay?

Right here.

Shit, shit.

Okay, let me see.

- Wait, okay, I---I need to
tell you something.

- No, not now.

Okay? Just---

- tell me at prom.
- Yeah.

You're not
the only good thing in my life.

Oh, you're the best thing.

Yeah, that's so great.

And I,

I feel the same way.

But I really do need
to tell you something.

I---I think the van's
rigged to explode.

- The van in the cafeteria?
- Yeah.

- Shit!

- No, you stay.
- I can't.

- This part I remember perfectly.

You and me.

We're stuck in a loop.

You know, it's not always you.

But every time

I'm in this room,

I kill something.

- Shit.

Killing my sister was new.

How'd you break that pattern, huh?

It was the symbols, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Almost got them in the right order.

Been collecting 'em longer than you.

So,

fuck you, if you think
you're gonna get out before me!

- No.

- Wait, wait, wait.

It---it was the symbols.

That, it's hard to change the pattern.

- Oh, yeah?

- I can show you the way out.

- That's exactly, what they told me
you'd say.

- There, tree line.

Hands up. Hands up.

Show us your hands.

On the ground! On the ground!

On the ground.

On the ground.

- Chris.

Report back, man.

Chris.

Come on, man. Answer me.

- Fight!

- Chris, man, answer me.

-What do you think?

Worth a thousand words?

- Ah, fuck.

- Now, you're the one not talking, huh?

What's wrong, Tristan?

I thought we've built up
a nice support.

Am I not being polite enough?

With no response, can I assume
you are watching my stream?

- You have no fucking idea
who you're dealing with.

- You know, you're right.

You actually
are starting to slip my mind.

I mean, isn't it ironic?

That after all your goddamn hard work,

people aren't gonna remember you?

- No?

- No?

You're gonna remember me.

- Get up. On your feet.
- Please.

Please.

- Move, get up on your feet.

Everybody else stay the fuck down.

Noses to the ground.

If you look at me I will fucking kill you.

Take this and move. Go, go!!!

Go!

- Oh, oh.

- I was praying that was you.

I thought I told you to get outside.

I---I will now. This is the last group
from the roofs.

- Are you coming with us this time?
- I'll be right there.

I'll be right there.

- All right. Come on, let's go.

- (inaudible)

- All right. Just like your mama taught you.

It really does not have to be difficult.

Keep moving.

Keep walking.

All right, do not turn around.

- Fuck.

Yeah, okay.

Get out, now.

Okay, he's gone. Go!

- Jesus Christ

Jesus.

There's a bomb in there!

Go! Go! Please! Come on!

Yep! Good! Good! Keep going! Keep going!

Um, over here. Help me!

Good. Faster! Move, move.

Good, good. Keep going, keep going.

Keep going.

Go. Go.

Shit.

Fuck.

- What the hell's going on?

- ...demolition unit...
- All right. Let's go. Let's go!

- ...3 sector 4...
- Move. Go. Go.

All right. Let's go! Let's move it!

- Oh my God.

- Stop!

Stop! On your knees.

- Put your hands high.

- Get 'em up. Above your head.

- Bravo team. We're on the first floor.

Suspect is neutralized.

- Hey, fall through, fall through.
Let me know when you got a clear.

- Hey, I said on the fucking ground!
Get on the fucking ground!

Come on.

- Oh, that's gratitude for you?

Don't they know who you are?

- You look beautiful.

- I know.

It feels good.

Thank you.

I have to go now.

I love you.

Goodbye.

- You free up your hands,
so I could shake one.

SWAT guys had no idea
who you were so,

I'm sorry about that.

You know, a lot of folks
have a lot of questions for you.

But we can talk about that later.

That was a hell of a thing
you did in there,

really.

- All are very proud of you, Zoe.
- And Tristan?
really.

- All are very proud of you, Zoe.
- And Tristan?

- Dead.

Burned to a crisp.

I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Well,

almost anyone.

Standby one.

- Can I ask you to do something for me?

- Name it.

- You were right.

I was at war.

- Thank Christ for that.

- Mom would know,

just what to say right now, wouldn't she?

- Yes, she would.

- I guess that's why
I still talk to her sometimes.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- It's creepy.

Yeah.

Um,

thanks for saving my life.

- Honey,

we're even.

You gave mine a purpose,

eighteen years ago.

- Hey!

Hey, is he gonna be okay?

- Yeah, should be.

- We need to take a look
at that leg.

Oh, I'll be right over.

- Hey man, in a moment.

What did they do with your rifle?

- Nothing yet.

Last I saw it
there was some little yellow

evidence markers around it.

It should be right where I left it.

Oh.

I didn't expect,
to deal with this scenario.

But there's unfinished business
to tend to.

You see, it's tempting,

to let nature run its course.

The lungs will fill with blood.

And the animal will die naturally.

But with that process,

comes extreme pain.

And it just isn't right to let it suffer.

Or is it?

♪ The Eastern world ♪

♪ It is explodin' ♪

♪ Violence flaring, ♪

♪ Bullets loadin' ♪

♪ You're old enough to kill ♪

♪ But not for votin' ♪

♪ You don't believe in war ♪

♪ but what's that gun you're totin'? ♪

♪ And even the Jordan river has ♪

♪ Bodies floating ♪

♪ But you tell me ♪

♪ Over and over and over again ♪

♪ My friend ♪

♪ You don't believe ♪

♪ We're on the eve of destruction ♪