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You ever get the feeling

that everything in America

is completely fucked up?

You know that feeling
that the whole country

is like, one inch away
from saying

"That's it! Forget it!"

I mean, think about it,
everything's polluted

the environment,
the government

the schools, you name it.

Speaking of schools, I was, uh

walking the hallowed halls
the other day

and I asked myself...

"Is there life
after high school?"

Because I can't face tomorrow

let alone a whole year
of this shit.

Yeah, you got it, folks.

It's me again
with a little attitude

for all you out here
in white-bread land

all you nice people
livin' in the middle

of America, the beautiful.

Let's see, we're on, uh

92 FM tonight

and it feels like a nice,
clean little band so far.

No one else is using it
and the price is right.

And, yes, folks,
you guessed it.

Tonight, I'm as horny
as a ten-peckered owl

so, stay tuned
because this is Hard Harry

reminding you to eat
your cereal with a fork

and do your homework
in the dark.

Hey! Gimme that.

Hey, man, let me see that.

Well, give it on over here.

Oh, man, he played
Ice-T on this tape.

Great. Plays Ice-T
and talks about his dick.

Nah, man. Ice-T shreds on this.
I heard it last night.

Mr. Chavez? Luis Chavez?

Yes, just for a second.

Alright, so I'll pick you up
after yearbook?

- Okay, Dad.
- And no big dates tonight.

Be well-rested
for your history exam tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Yo, Paige!

Any time, anywhere, beautiful.

Mr. Paige.

Oh, Miss Paige Woodward
arriveth.

So rich, so smart...

So perfect.

Cheryl, good to see you.

Gonna see the principal
this morning, huh?

Mr. Murdock, can you tell me
what this is about?

We'll see.

Excuse me, Mrs. Creswood.

Yes?

Check this out.

What is it?

It's this guy.

He's got a pirate radio station

on the air.

His name is
"Happy Harry Hard-on."

- He's a total sex maniac.
- Of course.

Nora: He comes on every night
at 10 o'clock.

Hard Harry: Okay...

Down to business.

I got my Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi

and, uh, I got
my Blackjack gum here.

And I got that feeling.

Hmm, yeah,
that familiar feeling...

that something rank
is going down out there.

Yeah, I can smell it.

I can almost taste it

the rankness in the air.

It's everywhere!

It's running through
that old pipeline out there

trickling along
that dumb concrete river

and coming up through the drains

of those lovely tract homes
we all live in.

So who is he?

He goes to Humphrey.

Hard Harry:
I mean, I don't know.

Everywhere I look, it seems
everything is sold-out.

They say this is where
the reception is the coolest.

Then he probably lives
right around here.

Fuckin' yuppies.

Hard Harry: My dad sold out...

and my mom sold out
years ago when she had me.

And then they sold me out
when they brought me

to this hole in the world.

Hey, they made me
everything I am today

so, naturally,
I hate the bastards.

Speaking of which, I am, uh

running a contest...

on the best way to put them
out of their miseries.

Tonight, we have number 12

of one hundred things
to do with your body

when you're all alone.

Hard Harry: Now, are you ready
for the incredible sound

of Hard Harry
coming on his own face?

Oh, my God.

It's very possible, you know?

Are you listening to this?

Yeah, of course I'm listening.

This guy's gotta have hair
coming out of his palms.

Oh! This is a champion one.

Oh. There. Yeah.

Are you listening?

Hard Harry: I'm going blind.
- He's doing it.

So unreal.

- Oh, my God.
Hard Harry: I'm coming.

This...

Yes, Hard Harry
will go to any length

to keep his
three listeners glued

with ooey-blooey to the radios.

But the question is

how far will you go?

I mean, how far can you go

to amaze and disgust

the insatiable Hard Harry, huh?

I mean, how serious are you?

I ask you that--

Mr. Paige: Hi, beautiful.

You know
what I can't figure out?

How you manage
to get such great grades

and you listen to that radio
all night, you know?

Uh, tomorrow, don't forget
Yale interview.

And I don't want you
to look too sleepy, you know?

Good night, sweetie.

Hard Harry: Got a lot
of letters here, guys.

Here. "Dear Hard Harry...

my boyfriend
won't talk to me anymore.

How do I show him
that I really love him?"

Look, I-- I don't know anything

about these letters
asking for love advice.

I mean, if I knew
anything about love

I would be out there making it

instead of sitting in here
talking to you guys.

No. Just, uh, send me stuff
at Box 2710...

USA Mail, Paradise Hills

Arizona, 84012.

Reply is guaranteed.

"Dear Harry,

I think you're boring
and obnoxious

and have a high opinion
of yourself."

Of course, some of you
are probably thinking

I sent this one to myself.

"I think school is okay
if you just look at it right.

I mean, I like your music

but I really just don't see why

you can't be cheerful
for one second."

I'll tell you,
since you asked. Uh...

I just arrived
in this stupid suburb.

I have no friends

no money...

no car, license.

And even if I did have a license

all I could do is drive out
to some stupid mall.

Maybe if I'm lucky
play some fuckin' video games

smoke a joint, and get stupid.

You see,
there's nothing to do anymore.

Everything decent's been done.

All the great themes
have been used up

turned into theme parks.

So, I don't really find it
exactly cheerful

to be living
in the middle of a...

totally like,
exhausted decade...

where's there's nothing
to look forward to

and no one to look up to.

That was deep.

Oh, no. Not again.

The creature stirs. Oh, God

I think it's gonna be a gusher.

This is the sixth time
in an hour!

Oh, God.

He sounds like
a chronic masturbator.

He prides himself on it.

See? I have to take care of it.

Oh! Or else
I'm going to explode!

Just excuse me while I, uh...

while I, while I, uh...

Oh! Oh!

Oh, yeah!

Oh! Oh, God!

Oh! Oh, my God,
it's the biggest...

Whoa, Nellie! Whoa!

God! I'm gonna explode!

Oh, take cover, Arizona!

- Here--
- Any time now, man.

Oh, oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, God, it's the best.

Oh, God, yeah. Yeah.

Free at last.

I'm beat. I'm whipped.
Quittin' time.

Gotta recuperate.

There he goes. Sometimes,
he's on for five minutes

sometimes he's on
for five hours.

That's my man.

God, I feel
so out of touch here.

Honey, we didn't move out here
to stay in touch.

Then why did we move out here?

Oh, because
it's a nice place to live.

I'm making good money,
and uh...

and I'm the youngest
school commissioner

in the history of Arizona.

Brian, you know what?
The man I married

loved his work,
not power and money.

Brian: That's alright.
I still love my work.

And I love power and money.

When you were
young radical Brian

you were always fighting
against the system, and now--

Now, I am the system, yeah.

Is that a beer?

Sure.

Have you noticed
his behavior lately?

- What about him?
- He's just so unhappy here.

I'll go talk to him.

Man on TV:
Is this not mankind's bravest

and most inspired purpose?

Hi. What's up?

Uh, I was just looking
for some stamps.

Oh, fine. I got some right here.

Going to send a letter to
one of your friends back east?

No. I thought I might send away
for an inflatable date.

You know, one of these days
you're gonna outsmart

yourself, young man.

I love it when you
call me "young man."

You know, when I was your age,
I was on all the teams

and a bunch of clubs.

Look, all I'm saying
is that school must have

some really terrific programs.
It's very highly rated.

Just save it for the masses,
okay?

Brian: Mark, they've got
twelve hundred students

at that school. Certainly,
some of them got to be cool.

Look, the deal is,
I get decent grades

you guys leave me alone, right?

- Okay, who is this guy?
- I don't know.

Nobody knows who he is

but he really hates this school

so, I guess he goes here.

Yeah, but all the guys
that go here are geeks.

Maybe not, my dear.

Later.

Later?

Jan: "And so then
the Logicars questioned

the few remaining Despars
more and more.

They began to fade away

until there was nothing
left of them...

and they disappeared

from the face of the Earth."

Hmm? Pretty good, huh?

Leading with your heart,
not your mind.

Mark, I wondered
if you'd tell us

what you were thinking
about when you wrote this.

Uh... I just wrote it
late last night.

That's obvious.
It's practically illegible.

Mark... I was hoping

that you'd share
your feelings about it.

Saved by the bell.

Don't think if I didn't
read your composition

it won't be read.

Bye. Bye.

Mark?

They're looking for new writers
at the Clarion.

Don't be embarrassed
of your talent.

- Hey, Paige.
- Hiya, Paige.

Hey, I finally got my new Miata.

- You should hear the CD player.
- Yeah, you should hear it.

It's unbelievable.

Tennis team's throwing
a party tonight.

Later, Paige.

- See you there.
- See ya.

- Uh-huh?
- Uh-huh.

Hey, that's my box.
How's about asking, huh?

Man 1: Good morning,
Mr. Murdock.

Man 2: Good morning, sir.

I'm not stupid, you know.

School is judged
on one category only.

Academic scores.

The lesson
of modern education is...

nothing good comes easily.

- No pain, no gain.
- Excuse me, everyone.

Miss Creswood,
you want to listen to this?

It's the third tape this week.

I can't believe it.

Hard Harry: Oh! Oh, Nellie!

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna explode!

Oh, take cover, Arizona!

Here I come!

Ms. Creswood: Jan,
this is no laughing matter.

Hard Harry: Yes! Oh!

Enjoy.

Hi.

You're in my writing class,
right?

Right.

Yeah, I like Emerson.
She's pretty funky.

Now you're in trouble.

You owe 25 cents.

"How to Talk Dirty
and Influence People"

by Lenny Bruce.

Who's he?

Any good?

He's alright.

Talk a lot?

Not too much, no.

Cute, but no way.

Hard Harry:
Guess who? It's 10 o'clock.

Do you care
where your parents are?

Because after all,
it is a jungle out there.

Hard Harry: I don't know.
I mean, everywhere I look

it seems like someone's getting
butt-surfed by the system.

My-my parents are always
talking about the system

and-- and-- and the '60s
and how cool it was.

Well, look at where
the '60s got them, huh?

Come on, people, now

- Tune in, turn it up!
- Now that was the '60s.

This is a song for the '90s

from my buddies The Descendants!

Hard Harry: Hmm!

Why don't we listen
to that one again, huh?

I hate the '60s, I hate school

I hate principals.

I hate vice principals...

but my true, pure

refined hatred is reserved

for guidance counselors.

Happy Harry just happens to have

in his very hands
a copy of a memo

written by one Mr. David Deaver

guidance counselor
extraordinaire

to one Miss Loretta Creswood,
high school principal.

"I find Cheryl unremorseful

about her
unfortunate condition."

Bastard can't even say
she's knocked up.

What channel?

Hard Harry:
"And she's unwilling

to minimize its effect
on the morale

of the student population."

Guidance counselors.

If they knew anything
about career moves

would they have ended up
as guidance counselors?

What do you say
we call Deaver up, huh?

Hard Harry just happens
to have...

the home phone numbers
of every employee

of the Paradise Hills
school commission.

Yeah.

Here we go.

There you are, Mr. Deavski.

Uh, Deaver residence.
David Deaver speaking.

Hey, this is WKPS. You're live.

We're doing a piece
on high schools.

We understand that
you're a guidance counselor.

I'm head of guidance

here at Hubert Humphrey High

in Paradise Hills, Arizona.

I've been here seven years.

Could you tell us a bit
about what you do?

I run a comprehensive...

American values program.

Um, uh...

In which, uh, we discuss

uh, ethical situations

uh, sex education, uh...

What do you say to young people

who look around at the world

and see that it's become,
you know, like, a...

a sleazy country, you know?

A-- a-- a place
you just can't trust.

Like your school, for example.

How come it wins
all of these awards

and yet students
are dropping out like flies?

Why-- why is that?

Now, my listeners
are-- are curious

about your participation

in the decision
to expel Cheryl Biggs.

I-- I-- I, uh...

I'm, uh, not aware

of anything like that.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, that's not true, sir.

"Cheryl refuses
to accept suggestions

of a more positive
mental attitude

towards her health
and her future.

I'm afraid
I find no alternative

but to suggest suspension."

Who is this?

H-- h-- how did you
get this number?

Do you admit it, sir?

Deaver: A-- admit what?

That you're slime.

Now, wait just a minute.

Hard Harry:
You interview a student

and then you rat on her.

You betrayed her trust.

Isn't that right, sir?

Well... as you can see

these guys are played out.

Society is mutating so rapidly

that anyone over the age
of twenty really has no idea.

Ugh. Alright.
Back down to business.

"I share a room
with my older brother.

Nearly every night
after he turns off his light

he comes over to my bed
and gives me

a few arm noogies and stuff.

And then he makes me
scratch his back

and other refinements."

Well, it's about time we had
some refinements on this show.

Uh, "Then sooner or later,
he gets worked up

and without further ado...

he rubs his thing
and makes me watch."

Signed yourself "Screwed Up."

Well, first of all,
you're not screwed up.

You're-- you're
an unscrewed-up reaction

to a screwed-up situation.

You see, feeling screwed up
in a screwed-up place

in a screwed-up time
does not mean

that you are screwed up.

If you catch my drift.

Now, as you know, dear listeners

if you, uh enclose your
number...

a reply is guaranteed.

- Hello?
- This is Happy Harry Hard-on.

You're live.
Is this Miss Screwed Up?

Well, I have
a couple of questions.

How big is this thing
you described?

Is-- is-- is it bigger
than a baby's arm?

What, you don't remember
or you don't want to tell me?

Or maybe you made
this whole thing up, huh?

Remember, my dear,
I can smell a lie

like a fart in a car.

Well...

it's too bad
about that one, actually.

You see, to me

the real truth
is always a bigger turn-on

and it doesn't have
to be a big deal.

- It could be anything.
- Malcolm?

Have you finished
your homework yet?

Your father and I
are downstairs watching TV.

Why don't you come down
and join us for once?

No.

Alright, Malcolm.
Have it your way.

Thanks.

Hard Harry: So, I don't know.

Send me your most
pathetic moment

your most anything.
As long as its real.

I-- I mean, I want the size

the shape, the feel, the smell!

I mean I want,
I want blood, sweat

and tears on these letters.

I-- I want, I want
brains a-- and ectoplasm

and cum spilled all over 'em!

Hallelujah!

Whoo!

And now, all my horny listeners

get one hand free, because...

Yes, the "Eat me, beat me"
lady is back.

"Come in.

Every night, you enter me
like a criminal.

You break into my brain

but you're
no ordinary criminal.

You put your feet up
and you pop a Pepsi...

you start to party,
you turn up my stereo

songs I've never heard,
but I move anyway.

You get me crazy. I say do it.

I don't care what. Just do it.

Jam me, jack me,
push me, pull me, talk hard."

Oh...

I like that.

"Talk hard."

I like the idea

that a voice
can just go somewhere...

uninvited...

just kind of hang out

like a dirty thought

in a nice, clean mind.

Maybe a thought
is like a virus, you know?

You know, it can, it can kill

all the healthy thoughts

and just take over.

That would be serious.

Hmm. That would be
totally serious.

Yeah. I know that
all of my horny listeners

would love it if I would call up

the "Eat me, beat me" lady,
but no!

Because she never
encloses her number!

Tough luck, creepoid.

Always the same red paper...

the same beautiful
black writing.

Hmm.

Now... she's probably
a lot like me

a legend in her own mind.

But you know what?

I bet in real life

she's probably not that wild.

I bet she's kind of shy

like so many of us

briskly walking the halls...

pretending to be late
for some class...

pretending to be distracted.

Hey, poetry lady...

are you really this cool?

Are you out there?

Are you listening?

I'm always out here.

I feel like I know you

and yet we'll never meet.

So, be it.

Well, here's a song
from my close personal buddies

back east, The Beastie Boys.

This is a song
that was so controversial

they couldn't put it
on their first album.

Add a little night light.

Aah!

Ooh! I just love
being the rap king of Arizona.

I don't know.

Drugs are out. Sex is out.

Politics are out.
Everything is on hold.

I mean, we definitely
need something new.

I just keep waiting
for some new voice

to come out of somewhere

and just say, "Hey!

Wait a second.
What is wrong with this picture?

Just take a look around."

Well, maybe this is
the answer to everything.

Wouldn't that be nice, huh?

"Dear Hard Harry, do you think
I should kill myself? "

Great.

Signed "I'm Serious."

And, of course,
there is a number here.

Now, look...

Hard Harry: Hello. Serious?

Yeah.

Hard Harry: Are you okay?
- Yep.

Hard Harry: I guess
what I'm asking is...

how serious are you?

Or how you gonna do it?

I'm gonna blow
my fuckin' head off.

Oh. Well, do you,
do you have a gun?

No, I'm gonna use my finger,
genius.

Alright, so, uh

where-- where's this
gonna take place, huh?

Malcolm: Right here.

W-- where is this
alleged gun, huh?

Do you, do you have it with you?

Did you at least write a note?

I mean, you have a reason,
don't you?

I mean, you're-- you're not
gonna be one of those people

who kills themselves,
and nobody has any idea

why they did it, huh?

That's why we need a note, pal.

I'm all alone.

Oh, hey-- hey, look

may-- maybe it's okay
to be alone sometimes.

I mean, I...

Well, everybody's alone.

You're not.

I-- I didn't talk
to one person today

not-- not counting teachers.

I sit alone...

every day, you know?

Sit in the stairwell,
eating my lunch

reading a book.

What about you?

I hate that.

Now, I'm depressed.

Now, I feel like killing myself

but luckily,
I'm too depressed to bother.

Great.

He's got the phone
off the hook now.

Rejected again.

That's okay, I'm used to it.

Terminal loneliness.

People always think

they know who a person is

but they're always wrong.

"Eats lunch on stairs."

Hard Harry:
Our parents have no idea.

Mine had me tested
because I sit...

alone in my room all day...

naked, wearing
only a cock ring.

Oh...

I mean, it really bugs me.

Everyone thinks they know

how a person should be.

Who cares how I should be,
you know?

I mean, in real life, I-- I
could be that anonymous nerd

sitting across from you
in chem lab...

staring at you so hard...

Then when you turn around...

he tries to smile...

but the smile
just comes out all wrong.

You just think, "How pathetic."

Then he just looks away.

He never looks
back at you again.

Ah, hey.

Who cares, huh? That's my motto.

Well, sleep tight, Cheryl.

Sleep tight, Miss Refinements.

Sleep tight, poetry lady.

Sleep tight, Mr. Serious.

Maybe you'll feel
better tomorrow.

Hey, what's a cock ring?
It sounds cool.

How should I know?

Maybe it's a-- a ring
with a cock on it.

But he said he was wearing it.

- How much you want for it?
- Five bucks each.

Hi.

Hi.

Hard Harry:
Like your school, for example.

How come it wins
all of these awards

and yet students
are dropping out like flies?

- Why is that, Mr. Deaver?
- Excuse me.

My listeners are wondering
about your participation--

- What is this?
- I don't know, sir.

Is that your tape? What is this?
Whose tape is this?

Man 3: I looked around, and
someone had slipped that on.

You know, people,
this dancing is a privilege

and it'll be taken away
if it's abused.

You understand that?

- What? What are you lookin' at?
- Nora.

Hi.

You got a stick of gum?

"Blackjack."

You really as horny
as a ten-peckered owl?

Hi. My name's Nora.

What's yours?

- Mark.
- Mark.

Well, hi, Mark.

Hi.

Listen, uh, I was gonna
cut fourth period.

You want to join me for a smoke
in the art supply room?

No, I can't. I gotta go. Sorry.

Sorry.

Boy, these damn tapes keep
popping up all over the place.

They were playing this one
out in the alcove.

Who is this guy, anyway?
Every day there's more graffiti.

I don't know, but he's sure
turning the school upside-down.

Has anyone seen Luis Chavez?

He wasn't in my class today.

- Mine, either.
- Listen to this.

Hard Harry:
In his hands, a memo...

written by one
Mr. David Deaver

guidance counselor
extraordinaire

to one Miss Loretta Creswood,
high school principal.

- "I find Cheryl..."
- Turn that off.

Hard Harry: "Unremorseful
about her unfortunate..."

I have an announcement to make.

I have some very upsetting news.

Last night...

one of our students

Malcolm Kaiser...

took his own life.

All: What?

Jan: For those of you
who knew him...

there will be
a memorial service...

at Dempsey Hall on Friday.

I know it hurts.

It's painful to lose someone.

Five, six,
seven, eight We've got spirit.

Yes, we do! We've got spirit!
How 'bout you?

We've got spirit. Yes, we do!

We've got spirit. How 'bout you?

Nora: You're the voice
crying out in the wilderness.

You're the voice
that makes my brain burn

and my guts go gooey.

Yeah, you gut me.

My insides spill on your altar
and tell the future.

My steaming, gleaming guts
spell out your nature.

I know you

not your name, but your game.

I know the true you.

Come to me,
or I'll come to you.

So, you are him.

Don't worry. I'm not going
to bust you or anything.

Aren't you going to ask
who I am?

No, I don't think so. No.

I'm the "eat me, beat me" lady.

So you don't believe me?

"I know you...

not your name,
but your game.

I know the true you.

Come to me...

or I'll come to you."

Hey, relax.
I'm not really like that

except when I am.

Look, I really can't
handle this right now, okay?

Hey, look. Look. Look,
it's not your fault.

I mean, I was listening
last night.

I didn't think
he'd go through with it!

Mark, we heard about
Malcolm Kaiser. We know.

We're just wondering
if you knew him.

No, not-- not really.

Brian: Mark, uh, I'm going
to ask you something.

Uh, your mother and I
have been talking

and-- and, uh, I guess
we realized that--

Mark, basically, we thought...

that you might
benefit from maybe

seeing a psychiatrist.

Is it that obvious?

Marla Hunter:
No, honey, of course not.

We think you're perfect.

But it just seems
that here you're so sad

and lonely all the time.

And we just want you to feel
good about yourself.

Marla Hunter: You have friends
in New York, hon.

Are you trying to meet people
here at all?

It was never, I...

I know this sounds stupid, Mark
but have you ever just

like, walked up
to a girl here and said "Hi?"

Look, the girls here,
are-- are, they're different.

- I-- I can't talk to them.
- How are they different?

Listen, Mark, I was talking
to your English teacher today--

Oh, come on, Dad. Please.
It's-- it's creepy enough

around there without you
snooping around.

Brian:
And she says that you've got

a-- a great promise
as a writer...

but that you're having
trouble concentrating.

So, when is Johnny
going to concentrate, huh?

Get happy, get a girlfriend...

and then-- then write a,
write a best seller, huh?

Fine! You don't listen.
You don't talk to me.

You don't talk to anybody!
You hate everything.

I can't talk to you people.

And I'm certainly
not going to a shrink.

Listen, Mark,
everybody's got problems

not just you but
you're not gonna solve them

if you don't communicate them!

You've got to talk to somebody!

Okay, he's gone.

He's gone back downstairs.

And so, family and friends
of Malcolm Kaiser

sadly come and go into the night

even as phantom DJ Hard Harry

prepares to broadcast
anonymously...

from somewhere...

in this formerly
peaceful community.

This is Shep Sheppard
reporting live

from Paradise Hills, Arizona.

- Back to you, Bill.
- Thank you, Shep, for that...

Yeah, back to you.

You see, I never
planned it like this.

My dumb dad got me
this shortwave radio set

so, I could just speak
to my friends back east.

But I couldn't reach anybody...

so, I just thought
I was talking to nobody.

I imagined nobody listening.

Maybe I imagine
that one person out there.

Anyway, one day I woke up...

and I realized I was never
going to be normal...

so I said, "Fuck it."

I said, "So be it..."

and Happy Harry Hard-on
was born.

But I never meant
to hurt anyone.

Honestly...

I never meant
to hurt anyone.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

I never said...

don't do it.

I'm sorry.

Uh, anyway...

that's-- that's it.

The show's over.

I'm done.

Stick a fork in me.

It's been grand.

This is Hard Harry
saying... sayonara.

Over and out.

Oh, come on, you can't do this.

This is a joke, right?

Come on, Harry, baby,
don't stiff.

Ugh, what am I doing?

Fuck it.

You hear about some kid

did something stupid...

something desperate.

What possessed him?

How could he do
such a terrible thing?

Well, come here.

It's really quite simple,
actually.

Consider the life
of a teenager, huh?

You have parents and teachers
telling you what to do.

You have movies, magazines

and TV telling you what to do

but you know
what you have to do.

Huh? Your job, your purpose

is to get accepted,
get a cute girlfriend

think up something great to do
for the rest of your life.

What if you're confused
and can't imagine a career?

What if you're funny-looking
and can't get a girlfriend?

You see,
no one wants to hear it.

But the terrible secret...

is that being young...

is sometimes less fun...

than being dead.

This is great.
He's making it worse.

Hard Harry: Suicide is wrong

but the interesting thing
about it...

is how uncomplicated
it seems.

You know?

There-- there you are,
you got all these problems

swarming around in your brain

and here is one simple

one incredibly simple solution.

I'm just surprised it doesn't
happen every day around here.

Now-- now, they're going to say

I-- I said offing yourself
was simple

but no, no, no, no, no,
it's not simple.

Just like everything else,
you have to read the fine print.

For instance, assuming
that there is a Heaven...

who would ever
want to go there? You know?

I mean, think about it.

It's cool. You're-- you're
sitting there up on this cloud.

It's nice, you know, it's quiet.

There's no, there's no teachers

there's no parents,
but guess what?

There's nothing to do!

It's fucking boring!

Another thing to remember
about suicide...

is that it is not
a pretty picture.

I mean, first of all,
you shit your shorts.

You know?
So, there you are, dead.

People are weeping
over you, crying.

Girls you never spoke to
are saying, "Why? Why? Why?"

And you have a load
in your shorts.

That's the way I see it.
Sue me.

Now, they're saying

I-- I shouldn't think
stuff like this, you know?

They're saying that something
is wrong with me...

that I should be ashamed!

Well...

I'm-- I'm sick of being ashamed.

- I mean, aren't you?
- Sick to death.

I don't mind being
dejected and rejected

but I'm not going
to be ashamed about it.

- Hallelujah.
- At least pain is real.

You-- you look around,
and you see nothing is real

but at least pain is real.

You know, even this show
isn't real.

This isn't me.
I-- I'm using a voice disguiser.

I'm a phony fuck
just like my dad!

Just like anybody.

You see, the real me

is just as worried
as the rest of you.

They say I'm disturbed.

Of course I'm disturbed!

I mean, we're all disturbed,
and if we're not, why not?

Doesn't this blend
of blindness and blandness

want to make you
do something crazy?

Then why not do something crazy?

It makes a hell
of a lot more sense

than blowing
your fucking brains out!

You know? Go nuts! Go crazy!

Get creative!

You got problems?
You just chuck 'em.

Nuke 'em!
They think you're moody?

Make them think you're crazy.

Make them think you might snap!

They think you've got attitude?
You show 'em some real attitude.

Agh! I mean, go nuts!

Get crazy! Hey!

No more Mr. Nice Guy!

Aah!

Oh, God!

God! Yeah!

Whoo! Yes!

Happy Harry Hard-on!

Time out.

Ah...

This is good.

This is very, very interesting.

- Hello?
- Hi, it's me.

You're on the air.

Are you willing
to tell my listeners...

what you told me here
in this letter?

I think they're-- they're ready
to handle it.

I'm not ashamed.

So, tell us what happened.

This guy I knew...

he invited me up to the ridge

and, well...

I wasn't really sure why

but I was really happy

because he's pretty cool.

He's an athlete and everything.

First of all, when was this,
and how-- how old are you?

Just before school.
I'm sixteen.

Go ahead.

So, we get up there...

we take off our shirts...

and we start fooling around.

And then...

I sort of told him
how much I liked him.

He-- he just smiled
and said he knew it.

Then he says...

"Why don't we take
our pants off and get a tan?"

So, I did it.

But he stalled.

Go ahead.

And then two of his friends
showed up

and they were drinking beer
and laughing.

And they took my clothes
and threw them up in the trees.

I didn't know what to do.

I-- I started to cry, but...

they just laughed at me,
so I stopped.

Then they started
calling me things...

but I don't even care
about that.

I mean, I know
I'm into guys, but...

this was different.

So, what did you do?

Everything.

Everything they told me.

I'm calling the police.

Fraud, pornography

he is just using
those poor kids.

That's the thirteenth call
tonight.

Sounds like kids
bullshitting to me.

I don't know.

Things like that happen
when you're a kid.

You swallow it, Donny?

I think you're forgetting what
it's like when you're young.

Come on, Shep.

He got some kid to call in
with some story

they've concocted.
It isn't real.

Who cares if it's real

if the people are riveted?

Let's go.

No. People are rebroadcasting

this thing over state lines.

I-- I think it's time
to bring in the feds.

This is FCC jurisdiction.

I feel bad that
I didn't even do anything.

I didn't even say anything.

Now, he won't even talk to me.

He won't even look at me.

I'm pretty confused.

Confused?

You're not the one
who's confused.

You sound like you know
exactly what's going on.

If anyone's confused,
it's those guys out there.

I know,
but I think about him a lot.

Sometimes, I wonder why
one person is born one way...

and another person
is born another way.

Are you there?

Yes.

So, I guess you think
I'm a faggot wimp, right?

No...

I'm just thinking
how strong people can be...

and how...

everyone is alike
in some way...

and how everyone needs
the same things.

So, what are we going to do
about all this?

I don't know.

That's the big question,
isn't it, huh?

I guess nobody knows, huh?

Well, that's tough.
I got to go.

See you.

I guess we all got to go now.

Good night, pal.

Good night, friends.

Nora: "Believe it or not,
I care?"

"8:30 to 3:30."
What's that?

It's some new hotline
Deaver's setting up.

Hey, it's 8:30 in the morning

so I guess it's okay
to kill myself.

Oh, my God,
it's after 3:00,

so I guess I'm totally fucked.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Tramp.

Bitch.

How's he getting
this information?

I want all the locks
in the school changed.

I want a list of every student
with relatives on the staff.

Excuse me, just found
the graffiti

on the roof of the cafeteria.

They're taking it down now.

What's it say?

"Creswood's a maggot pus wad."

Hey, are you the guy
selling tapes of that guy?

- Yeah.
- How much?

- Five bucks each.
- Alright, let me have it.

- There you go.
- Thanks, man.

Selling pretzels, Donald?

Nobody knows who he is.

We don't believe you, Donald.

I swear to God.
Nobody has any idea.

Well, then you've got until the
end of the day to get an idea.

And don't forget,
your file is under review, huh.

You better bring all your
enrollment files

here to my office.

So, what did they do to you?

- Hey, you Donald?
- Yeah.

I'm Joey.

Can you get me into the PA?

Yes.

Stay hard!

Alright, alright.

The truth is a virus!

That's it for music
in the alcove.

And from now on,

anyone caught defacing
school property is expelled.

Deaver on PA: David Deaver
speaking.

Woman on PA: Now...
Deaver on PA: Who is this?

Deaver on PA: Who-- who is,
who-- who is this?

Deaver on PA: You just hold
on a minute there.

Deaver on PA:
David Deaver speaking.

David Deaver speaking.

What's-- what's happening?
What's going on?

It's Mr. Deaver.

Deaver on PA: Who is this?

- It won't stop.
- Turn the speaker system.

Shut off, shut off
the whole system.

We can't!

Shut down the whole school.

Deaver on PA: You just hold
on a minute there.

- Alright, Randy--
- Hey, you, check this out.

You're the TV guy, right?
Hey, you want to interview me?

'Cause you know I was listening
the first night it was on,

and I-- I'm like
and I'm amazing.

Here. Plug it in.

Mazz: You know,
I used to go here, you know?

But they kicked me out
for no reason.

Know what I'm saying?

Hey, check it out.
School colors, you know?

It's instant pep rally.

Gee, the smog's getting worse
and worse in this town.

Go down on him.

- Come here, you little--
- Oh-oh.

- Oh, Mr. Murdock.
- Okay, great.

Can you direct me to the office?

Come on!

This is Shep Sheppard
reporting live

from deep in the smoke
at Hubert Humphrey High.

Sit down.

So anybody mind if I smoke?

Loretta: You do understand
you're expelled, Mr. Mazzilli.

That's cool.

I can quite legally expel you.

Yo, Loretta, I'm already
expelled. Don't you remember?

You booted me out
the first week for dress code.

Then you're trespassing.
How'd you like to be arrested?

Yeah, that's cool,
too, you know?

Because I told them cameras
to wait.

You know,
I got lots to tell them.

Who's going to believe
anything you say?

Tell me,
who's gonna believe you?

Maybe Harry might.

What are you doing?

It's cool.
We're safe in here.

- Guess what I heard?
- What?

Nora: That tall
smug Paige Woodward.

She burned up
all her shit last night

right after you suggested it.

In her kitchen!

Oh! Her precious pearls
were flying like bullets.

Her dad was unthrilled.

What?

This is out of control.

Yes!

Man on PA: Students are
requested to inform

their parents of an emergency
meeting tonight

with the PTA
and the school commissioner.

That's it.

It's over.
I just hope it isn't too late.

- Mark.
- Just leave me alone, okay?

Please.

Oh, yes

Have you guys listened
to the "Hard Harry Show?"

Oh, we would never, ever
listen to trash like that.

- He's obscene, dude.
- Yo, mom.

Is that box
registered to a name?

Yes, of course that box
is registered to a name

but I can't give it out to you.

But you can to me.

Yes, sir, I can do it for you.

I will give it to you instantly.

That box is rented
to Mr. Charles U. Farley.

1-1-2-2 Crescent.

But that's the address
of the school.

Chuck U. Farley.

In a follow up
to Monday's tragic suicide,

we have a story
on Paige Woodward

who was a senior
at the same high school

who, apparently at
the urging of the pirate DJ

set off an explosion
in her family's home.

We'll have a full story
at 11:00...

Are you okay, Mark?

Don't worry. I'm not gonna
blow up the kitchen.

Very funny, darling.

Listen to this.

...still anonymous
radio operator.

He's been charged
with criminal solicitation

in the suicide death
of Malcolm Kaiser.

Elsewhere...

Mark, have you ever listened
to this character?

No, not, not exactly listened.

Brian: He's knocking the best
school in the district

and apparently, he goes there.

Well, dad, it's not exactly
the best school in the district.

I mean, there are
some problems with it.

Then I figure
you don't rock the boat

especially if
you're sitting in it.

Anyway, we should get going.
I don't want to be late.

Marla: Come on, Mark.
It's your father's big meeting.

Good evening.

On behalf of myself

and the staff
of Hubert Humphrey High

I would like to thank you
for turning out in such numbers.

I congratulate you
on your concerns.

Now, before we begin

I would like to introduce
our new school commissioner

fresh from several
educational triumphs

on the East Coast,
Brian Hunter.

Before I introduce the rest
of our speakers for the--

Excuse me, Mrs. Creswood.

Can we just skip
the preliminaries

and find out what you're
doing about all this?

Well,
when I introduce Mr. Deaver

he'll talk about our new
24 hour hotline and you'll--

Wait a minute, the kids
who need the most help

like the ones with drug problems

they don't go in
for stuff like that.

I know kids, I mean,
they just want to be happy.

Would you please sit down?

Frankly, this radio person
is the whole problem.

Are we gonna allow this guy
to be heard

by anyone who can turn a dial?

Loretta: Please, one at a time.

I work with teenage gangs
in the city.

I say we go after this guy.

- Yeah. Remove him physically.
- Same old rhetoric!

- What are you doing to find--
- Loretta: Please! Please!

We can't have this kind
of meeting.

This is not the way--

Everybody, You'll all be heard.
I promise.

Loretta: Brian, this is my
meeting. I know what I'm doing.

That's the girl who blew up
her kitchen last night.

My name is Paige Woodward
and I have something

to say to you people.

People are saying that Harry
is introducing bad things

and encouraging bad things.

Well, it seems to me these
things were already here.

Please go and sit.

My God,
why don't you people listen?

He's trying to tell you that

there's something wrong
with this school.

What are you saying, Paige,
just go--

Half the people that are here
are on probation of some kind.

We're all really scared
to be who we really are.

I am not perfect.

I've just been going through
the motions of being perfect

and inside, I am screaming!

Loretta:
Paige, you were a model student.

Why won't you listen?

Let's hear what she has to say!

Paige, come back here.

I want to hear
what you have to say.

Do you know who he is?

Are you prepared to do
anything that he says?

Can you hear me?
Don't listen to them!

Don't listen to any of them!
Stay on!

Has this affected
your school work?

Stand hard!

What do your parents
think about this?

Are you on drugs?

Talk hard!

I got a lot of homework.
I'm gonna take off, alright?

Mark, I know why you're
really going home.

'Cause you want to listen
to that show tonight, don't you?

Yo, Paige.

Let's go.

Frank, come on, let's go.

Hey!

Hi.

What are you doing?

Those your letters?

You having fun?

Yeah.

Hey.

Here. I took some of these
off the wall for you.

I mistakenly thought
you might want them.

Thanks.

So I guess you're not
going on tonight.

Brilliant.

Is this all just a game to you?

You know, you can't
just shout "fire"

in a theater and then walk out.

You, you have a responsibility

to the people who believe
in you.

What is this?
Come on, say something.

Say anything!

Open your mouth and say "get the
hell out of here, bitch."

- I can't.
- You can't what?

I can't talk.

Sure you can talk.

I can't talk to you!

Hard Harry:
I got a letter from

this guy who has a problem.

He can't talk.

I mean, he can talk,
but never when he wants to,

not, not to girls,
not to people.

What did they say, around FM 92?

Yeah.

I can't believe
it's as bad as they say.

Hard Harry: He just opened up
his mouth,

and nothing came out.

Then this jerk finds somebody
that he likes

which is probably the worst
thing that can happen

to a person that can't talk.

So I mean I don't know
what to tell this guy

because lately,
every time I give advice

the fit hits the shan.

So...

I don't know, maybe the...

best thing to do is just

turn around...

face the music

and try to talk.

Marla: Mark?
- Fuck.

Damn it. Coming!

Mark, it's just us.
We want to come in for a minute.

Oh, yeah, just--just
give me a second here!

Uh. Two seconds!

Mark, unlock the door.

Marla: Mark, can you hear us?
- Yes, yes.

- We wanna come in for a minute.
- We know you're in there.

Open the goddamn door!

On my way!

Hi.

Your mother and I have been
out there for five minutes.

What the hell are you doing
in here?

I was just reading.

Oh, come on, Mark.
We heard you.

We heard you talking, alright?

Yeah. I was-- I was
reading aloud.

Oh, come on. You really
expect us to believe that?

Okay, I'll tell you the truth.

He was talking to me.

Hi. I'm... I'm Nora Diniro.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hello.

- Oh, hi.
- How do you do?

I was afraid you'd be mad at me

for interrupting Mark's
homework.

Oh, uh, no. Not at all.
That's fine.

You don't know how happy
we are to meet you.

Yeah. Really.

Well, listen, I gotta go

but um, it was really nice
to have met you.

- Bye, Mark.
- No, no. You don't have to go.

It's alright.
Mark, she doesn't have to go.

- We'll leave you alone.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

You've been a bad dog,
haven't you?

Brian...

You know, for a second there

we actually thought
you were that

that crazy DJ character.

Maybe he's not that crazy, dad.

Right. Very funny.

Go get her. Come on.

You know that's my idea
of homework.

Yeah.

Sorry about that, folks.
Technical difficulties.

Happens all the time
in professional radio.

Let's say, who do we have out
there tonight, huh?

The usual band
of teenage malcontents?

I certainly hope so

because Hard Harry's feeling

kind of rude tonight.

And she's so pretty, too.

She sure is.

That little lech.

Well, like father, like son.

Oh! I feel good!

Damn!

Well, well, well,
the big news.

Emergency PTA meeting
to discuss, yours truly!

Yes, all of the professionals
have come out

to talk about little old me

and now they've all
run home to tune in

and listen to what they've
all been talking about.

They say that I am deluded

demented, deranged!

Well, guess what I say!

All: So be it!

Hard Harry: I say rise up
in the cafeteria

and stab them
with your plastic forks!

I say flogging and flagellation
for Miss Creswood!

She gets a hundred lashes
for every single kid

that she has hounded
out of that fucking place!

I say down
with all guidance counselors!

Make them work for a living!

I can't stay away from this man!

Oh, I gotta give him
another call!

Here I come, Deav.

Woman on phone: Hotline.
Believe it or not, we care.

Hi, Believe It or Not,
this is Hard Harry

and I would like the pleasure
of speaking with Mr. Deaver.

Just a moment.
I'll see if he's available.

Hard Harry: I love it.
They just put me on hold.

I'm waiting for you.

You can run,
but you cannot hide, Mr. Deaver.

Waitin' for the Deav.

Hello, my young friend.

You're in on it,
right, Mr. Deaver?

It's all over, son.

This phone call
has been traced

and whoever you are,

you're history.

Well...

So be it.

Hallelujah.

Shit.
Don't just sit there, man. Run!

Don't worry about me.

I'm alright.

See, I'll bet
what's happening out there

is that the police are busting
some poor little old couple

who've been unknowingly

supplying me
with my phone feed.

There's a phone line
coming into the shed here.

Man 4: There's the transmitter

which means the receiver
could be in any house

within a thousand yards of here.

I am everywhere.

I am inside each and every
single one of you.

Just look in,
and I will be there

waving out at you

naked

wearing only a cock ring.

Oh, time flies
when you're on the run.

I'm gonna cut out now
with this unusual song

I'm dedicating to, uh,

an unusual person

who makes me feel kind of...

unusual.

It's okay.
You don't have to talk.

You don't have
to say anything

and you don't
have to do anything

unless you want to.

You're so different.

I meant...

you're so fearless.

I wish I could be like you.

You are.

I wish...

I could say things to you.

You do.

Everything's so strange.

Yeah.

Maybe we're just crazy.

So be it.

It's the cops.

It's okay. I think they're just
dropping off my neighbor.

So...

Are you really
wearing a cock ring?

I've never even seen one.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I read about 'em
in a magazine.

Maybe I don't believe you.

What... What are you doing?
I have neighbors.

Stop!

So you can talk
when you want to.

Yes, I can.

Maybe we should pause
for station identification.

I-- I-- I gotta go.

It's three days since the death
of Malcolm Kaiser

and state and local officials
still have little idea

of the identity
of this so-called Hard Harry

although many are convinced
he is a student at this school.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You, you okay?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

This is deep.
Your message is out there.

"The truth is a virus."

Oh, God.

Jesus, this whole thing
is making me ill.

Mark, what is with you?

Look, Nora,
last night was a mistake.

I'm not going on anymore.
That's it, it's over.

- But you're so close.
- Close to what?

To getting your message out.

Listen, this is my life
you're screwing

around with here, you know?

Not anymore, it isn't.
This is everyone's life.

Mark, you can't leave it like
this. People are confused.

- Well, so am I.
- Mark.

- The thing's fucked up!
- No!

- It's crazy!
- No. The world is fucked up.

Just like you said.

Don't you see
that you're the voice?

You're-- you're the voice
you were waiting for.

You're completely nuts.

Yeah, well, you make me nuts.

Oh, excuse me.

Young lady,
would you come along with us?

Donald, come along.
Miss Diniro.

Will you come along
with us, please.

What are we being busted for?

Well we checked your files,
we'll see.

Come along.

No, Brian,
everything is under control.

I've just ordered
psychiatric evaluations

on a couple of the key
troublemakers, and I...

I can do whatever I like.
It's my school, commissioner.

No, you're not coming over here.

It would only upset me more.
Good-bye.

Well, shall we have a look
at these files?

Or shall we discuss
the identity of our DJ friend?

Mark on tape: Say no more,
Mr. Nice Guy!

Oh, God!

Kick out the jams,
motherfuckers!

Don't push me, people.
You understand that, huh?

- Hey!
- Huh.

Man 5: Ha!
Man 6: Ha!

They got forced
to take me back.

- Where you going?
- Yo, I'm putting this up.

You're not putting anything.
Get off the campus.

Yo, put it on my desk.

You're not supposed to be here.

Hey, hey, what's the matter,
Murdock?

- You're getting so tense.
- Get outta here.

You're not supposed to be here.

What do you wanna, slam me?

Donald, I'm a big fan of yours.

Can I get an autograph?

Stop! That's enough!

What's wrong with you?

He was beating up students.

- What's wrong with this school?
- Control yourself.

I will not!
I want an answer!

Or suffer the consequences.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
your dismissal.

[indistinct chatter

Nora, I've been looking
all over for you.

I-- I just wanted to apologize

for saying that you were nuts.

Forget it.

Look...

FCC, you know what that means?

Yeah, it means Federal
Communications Commission.

They can drive around
and triangulate

wherever the hell the radio
signal's coming from.

Yes, I know exactly
what it means.

Yeah, so fuck it, right?
I mean it's over.

Frankly, I don't even
give a shit anymore.

What the hell's wrong?

I just got expelled.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm failing math.

They can't kick you
out for that.

I've been cutting classes,
and I'm way over the limit.

They didn't tell me till now.

So, so that just deserves
a suspension, right?

Well, then I said "fuck you"
to Creswood.

You...
You should have seen her face.

She was so happy,
she said thank you.

This school sucks!

Jesus Christ.

This is why I don't even care...
No, just leave it alone!

There's nothing
you can do about it.

Jan: Hunter, wait a minute!

I just wanted...

to say good-bye

uh, and good luck.

Why?

I was fired. I made a mistake.

I thought I could change things.

I forgot
you don't rock the boat.

Especially when you're in it.

Hey, come on, chin up.

Loretta, what in the hell's
happening here?

It's the troublemakers.

You can't run a top school
with troublemakers in the mix.

Okay, so what exactly
is a troublemaker?

Someone who has
no interest in education.

Oh, come on, that includes
every teenager I know.

Can't you understand

that nothing is more important
than a good education?

Except the basic right to it.

The point is,

I have the highest average

SAT scores in the state.

Yeah, but how?

I stand by my record.

Shep: There he is. Mr. Watts,
Mr. Watts.

Shep Sheppard,
Channel Six news here.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

Shep: How does Washington intend
to deal with this situation?

We at the FCC feel
that democracy is all about

protecting the rights
of the ordinary citizen.

Unregulated radio
would result in programming

of the lowest
common denominator

the rule of the mob.

This is vandalism,
not free expression.

Hey, NBC's here,
and if he goes on

they're gonna rebroadcast
him nationally.

There's no way he can go on.
It's too risky.

Oh, God, come on.

Okay, everybody, everybody

ten seconds
till "Happy Harry Hard-on."

Eight, seven

six, five, four

three, two, one.

Harry!

Man 7: Harry!

Come on. We're right here
waiting for you right now.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine, great.

Never been better.

- We started something here.
- We?

Mark: Alright,
I-- I started it, but...

now I... I need your help
to finish it.

Nora, I need you.

Well, it's about time.

I've got something to show you.

Is it bigger than a baby's arm?

No. It's outside.

Oh, wow.

Mark: It's my mom's Jeep.

She, uh,
kind of loaned it to me.

Who did all this?

Me and Radio Shack.

You-- you have driven
a Jeep before, right?

Got him.

You know, personally,
I had hoped that we'd get

to hear him a little bit
before they nab him.

It'd be interesting to see
how hard he is then.

Hello, dad.
We're going to jail.

Say hi to mom!

Hi, folks. It seems we have
a new listener tonight.

Mr. Watts of the FCC.

Hard Harry: My favorite person
and yours, too, I know.

Hi, Arthur,
thanks for coming out.

Well, thank you for coming out.

Hard Harry: Imagine,
a fucking political hack

being in charge
of free speech in America.

I'll bet Watts was the guy
who took names in high school

when the teacher was absent.

This is the problem
with free speech.

Would you cut that thing,
please?

Hard Harry: He's the kind
of phony in politics

who wears a wig.

Would you just turn
the damn thing off?

Christ.

He's obviously moving.

Just pull over
everything on wheels.

Welcome to Radio Free America.

America's ready, I'm ready.

I mean, I-- I want
a million voices

crying out in the wilderness.

Jesus, let's get serious.

- You're a shithead.
- Come on.

Hello. Hello, anyone.

This is Arthur Watts.

I am under siege.

Maybe Mr. Watts
can shed some light

on the mysterious disappearances
of some of our students.

Luis Chavez, age 15

legally kicked out
on September 26.

Arthur Washington, age 16,
expelled on September 27.

Hector Garcia

So what does this prove?

- Not everyone goes to college.
- Right.

Hard Harry: Edward Stall...

Mr. Hunter, I think you

should be aware of something.

After the school received
the money from the government

for every enrolled student

Mrs. Creswood
would then proceed

to weed out those
she felt were undesirable.

Nonsense. She doesn't know
what she's talking about.

In the first week of school

you flagged all the names
with low SAT scores

and started files on them, why?

What are you doing
with school property?

She asked you why.

For extra tutoring?

You expelled
over twenty students

in the first thirty days
of school.

And how many others did you
harass into dropping out?

And you kept the expelled
students' names on the rolls.

- That's illegal.
- The money went to the school.

It's all for the good
of the school.

- Those kids had rights.
- They were losers.

- Troublemakers.
- They're just kids.

I don't regret my policy.

It's criminal,
and I'm suspending you.

You can't do that.

Oh, I think I just did.

Please get some help.

Just drive over them.

Oh, jeez, my harmonizer.

Forget it. Hold on.

I gotta get us out of here.

I needed that
to disguise my voice.

Oh, give me a minute.
Maybe we can fix it.

Jesus.

Mark: Look at this.

Fuck it.
I'm going on without that thing.

No. I think I've got it.

Okay.

This is really me now.

No more hiding.

Listen.

Hard Harry: We're all worried.

We're all in pain.

That just that comes with
having eyes, with having ears.

But just remember one thing.

It can't get any worse.
It can only get better.

I mean, high school
is the bottom.

Being a teenager sucks,
but that's the point.

Surviving it is the whole point.

Quitting is not
going to make you strong.

Living will, so just hang on

and hang in there.

You know, I.. I know all about
the hating and the sneering.

I'm a member of the
"Why bother?" generation myself.

But why did I bother
to come out here tonight?

And why did you?

I mean, it's time.

It begins with us,
not with politicians

the experts, or the teachers,
but with us.

With you and with me.

The ones who need it most.

I believe with everything
that's in me

that the whole world
is longing for healing.

Even the... even the trees

and the Earth itself
are crying out for it.

You can hear it everywhere.

It's the same kind of healing

I desperately needed and...

finally feel has begun

with you.

Hard Harry: Everyone
listen up!

It's not over yet,
this is just the beginning

but it's up to you.

I'm calling for every kid
to seize the air.

Steal it. It belongs to you.

Speak out.

They can't stop you.

Find your voice and use it.

Keep this thing going.
Pick a name.

Go on the air.

It's your life.
Take charge of it. Do it.

Try it, try anything.

Spill your guts out.

Say shit and fuck
a million times

if you want to, but you decide.

Fill the air. Steal it.

Keep the air alive!

Woman 2: Harry!

Woman 3: We're behind you all
the way, Harry.

Man 7: You talked to me, man.
You really talked to me.

Woman 4: You're the one, man.

Man 8: We believe in you, Harry.
Stay tough, man.

Man 9: You did great.

Man 10: Just forget it, man.
We believe in you, Harry.

- Harry!
- We're with you, man.

- We're with you all the way.
- Harry!

Talk hard!

Harry! We love you.

Woman on radio: Hi, everybody,
this is Amy at 97 FM

in Springfield,
and my show is "Radioactive."

Can anyone out there hear me?

Woman on radio: Sick
of silence, let it out.

Man on radio: This is Ethan
from LA, and I'm here...

Woman on radio: Are you running
in the streets?

Call the real runaway hotline

KCAT,
Los Gatos, California.

Woman on radio: This is
"I am, are you?"

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I'm from New Jersey.

Woman on radio:
Hi, you're on the air.

Woman on radio:
Turn on the truth.