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Hey, Merritt.

Cathy's getting another facelift.

I said she'll look like a wax monster.

She said my acne's worse than my cousin Greg.

That's not true, your face looks

- Pretty fine to me. - What's this?

Oh.

You were out in the woods again.

Yeah, only for a few minutes, though.

Pull your hair back and find a mirror.

You look prehistoric.

Ooh, something died on your backpack.

Ew, really?

Janey, you can't stay like this.

Tribal, dig it.

Great.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

When's the retake?

Yes.

Mr. Aunspach, you never taught us

anything on the test.

The test was from the reading,

like the last one.

Okay, but no one knew what they were doing,

like the last one, so.

What's your flavor?

What?

Grape, right?

Mr. Aunspach, we deserve a retake.

Now.

As you can see, this problem is a lot

like the last one from the test.

Anyone wanna give it a try?

Come on.

Are you for real?

- You want? - I'm good.

I think he does.

Miss Shipley.

Jane.

Will you come up?

Whoa.

Fuck me.

Looks like we won't be needing that retake, after all.

What, are you serious?

- No, that's not fair. - Enough.

She's the only one that got it.

No one else got it, that's not fair.

I said enough!

One day, on the prairie, a family

was finishing the last of their cabin,

which they had been building

the entire year, from scratch.

While they were working in the autumn chill,

a woman, with holes in her coat

and a fiddle under her arm, walked up to them.

"Please," she said, "I'm hungry and cold.

"Let me share a meal and stay the night."

The family was shocked.

"How have you made it this far

"with just the coat on your back

"and a fiddle under your arm?

"Have you no food, no shelter?"

"What were you doing this whole summer?"

"Playing music," the fiddler said.

"Before I knew it, the chill had come.

"Please, give me some bread."

"I deserve some food."

The family had no choice.

They turned their backs and went on with their work.

The fiddler did not live to play another summer.

The end.

Now, I think the family had it all wrong, you see.

I think they should have taken that fiddle, right,

and then cracked it over the woman's head,

and used the wood for kindling.

Don't tell me what you deserve.

Page 85.

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

Oh, it's cool.

You all right?

Yeah.

Just wanted to commend you on your work at the board.

I put you on the spot, but I knew you could handle it.

Thanks.

You never have to feel

ashamed of your talents, Jane.

You like him, don't you?

Who?

You know!

Ellis?

No.

I mean, he does have that bad Daddy thing going on.

Wait, Aunspach?

Why else would you show off like that in class, hmm?

Merritt, no, I was...

He was like pressuring me-

- Oh, shut up, you loved it.

I mean, okay, yeah, it's math, it's whatever.

I really didn't do the reading or anything, I swear.

I didn't wanna go up there,

but it was like I couldn't say no.

So tell him to stop.

Go after school today.

You think I should?

Janey, the man's got a hard-on for your derivatives.

You could get him to do anything, even get us that retake.

Is Cathy really gonna go that ballistic on you?

Your mom was not like mine, remember?

Cathy said if I don't get into Princeton,

like every other Sinclair since the birth of Christ,

I won't see a dime from my trust fund.

What?

Half the admissions board drools

over her tits at the club,

but I doubt even they'll ignore

the grades Aunspach's shitting out.

"Aren't these turds just the pride of the family, Merritt?"

She said that to you?

So, you'll talk to him.

Yeah, yeah.

Love you, Janey.

I love you, too.

One more thing.

Yep?

Never make me look like an asshole again.

Next.

Pops, I'm doomed if Brody gets more than four.

No way these bis and tris pump out five.

- That's one. - Just be yourself, son.

That's two.

But, Dad, if he's more jacked than me-

- That's three.

Rakowski's gonna give him the mascot gig for sure.

Four.

Stop him, Dad.

Five.

Boom, Brody's so lit!

- All right, all right. - Shut up.

Miller.

Does anyone actually know what's in Rakowski's mug?

Whisky.

French.

Don't fail me now, testosterone.

Go wreck 'em, Frenchy boy.

Whisky, really?

Brody said he saw eight bottles in her desk drawer.

Then he invited me to his hot tub again.

Eight bottles?

We gotta raid, like this weekend.

Yeah, can't.

I can do it, I can do it.

I can do it!

Why can't you?

Because once Cathy sees my calculus test,

she's gonna nail my labia to the dining room floor.

I can do it!

No, I can't.

Hey, when I was your age, I could do 15 of those,

and I had carpal tunnel in both wrists.

Get up.

I can't, I can't.

Boo!

Jane, you almost got a pull-up.

What's your secret sauce?

God, the wifi here is such shit.

Well, it's all about leverage, as well as strength, right?

It's not about bis and tris?

Okay, so your latissimus dorsi, your lats,

they're actually-

- Have you blown Aunspach?

What?

She hasn't blown him.

Maybe you should.

Take the edge off him and make him

less of a walking human penis.

What?

Geez, dude.

Kinda cuts like chicken.

Ew!

Nice!

Oh my god!

Since when do you care about your grades?

Since I need a 3.0 to stay on the team.

Oh, the team, the team.

Don't act like you don't care, pinko.

Douche-box's work is beyond college level,

but now we have to do it because she can.

Erik's right, this is bullshit.

Shipley, I swear to God, if I can't play

next Friday because of math,

I will microwave your TV dinner ass.

Ew!

I really didn't study or do the reading.

I swear.

It's fine, no one should give a shit,

so can we stop talking about school,

and put our considerable free-thinking brains to good use?

Like raiding Rakowski's whisky stash.

Rakowski's got a whisky stash?

Son, Father will provide.

Thanks, Pops.

So raid on Friday night before Brody gets here first?

Yeah, I'm down.

Well, what about the new cameras?

What new cameras?

Those fascists.

It doesn't matter, we'll get around them.

Friday night it is.

Ellis, do you recall

what Cathy said about my genitals?

Okay, so sneak out.

The athletic wing will be open.

It's Nadia's home game.

If I play.

Hey, Hoover, why'd you fuck me at practice

- the other day? - Where is she going?

Oh, this is gonna be good.

I can't even.

How are we gonna get around the security cameras

on every single corner?

Wow, that was violent.

You can hack them.

You can?

Is no one else seeing this?

Well, I only know the theory, but, yeah.

Damn.

Coach should probably be seeing this.

Cool, awesome, we'll do it.

She might kill her, guys.

Nadi, for shit's sake, put her down.

Raid!

Nadi.

Nadi, just get off her.

Attention, students,

as a reminder, flight school and drama club

are canceled this afternoon for the installation

of polycore security windows.

Also, please, be aware that the new security gate

will be activated in 20 minutes.

Hello?

Hi.

- Hi. - Jane, good to see ya.

So I wanted to ask you about that retake.

Look, Mr. Aunspach.

Mr. Aunspach, did you hear me?

You ever feel like you're living in the wrong time?

Like someone mixed up when you were born?

Um-

- I always thought I should be on the great frontier,

back when the railroads were being built,

when there were new towns, cities, sheriffs.

No plastics, no screens, no wifi.

Like our mascot, Anvil Al, working with his tools,

forging things of substance, potential.

I mean, I always thought he looked kind of silly,

you know, with all that hair.

Number nine.

You got it wrong on your test.

Oh, yeah, I must've-

- It's odd to me because, given your understanding

of the concepts, I don't see why that 96 wasn't 100.

Well, there's been a lot to study for the semester.

How long did you study?

Hours?

- I'm not sure. - Not at all?

No, no, I did study, and-

- Don't lie.

I see how you are in my class.

You don't listen, you don't take notes.

It's because of them, isn't it?

Because of what they'll think.

I thought I told you, don't feel ashamed.

No, no, I'm not ashamed,

and I do listen, I do take notes, I do.

Hey, wait.

Can you stop?

Okay, so I'm already doing better

than everybody else here.

Better than who, a bunch of morons?

There are two kinds of people, Jane.

Fiddle people, hammer people.

Fiddle people, they can't build, they can't make.

They play, they drive their convertibles,

and then, after a while, summer ends, and what happens then?

They take from the hammer people,

the people that have been working month after month,

who don't trash their gifts.

They use them to make things.

Fiddle people, hammer people,

and it's my job to make you pick up the hammer.

But all I see is you hanging out with the fiddlers,

trying to get them to like you, and you know what?

It's not cute, Jane.

It's pathetic.

This, this is a waste.

They are a waste.

That, that is a gift.

Don't you dare throw it away.

Okay.

Fuck you!

Hey, Merritt.

Do you think he'll do something?

Sure.

Okay, but I really don't want

to make it a big deal, Merritt.

Really, really, 'cause I just wanna

tell what happened, and maybe he'll talk

to him about it and that's it, and then we can go, so.

Jane.

Chill your clit.

Ladies.

Mr. Lawson.

So, you approached him-

- Oh, no, no, no, he approached me.

And he grabbed my backpack, he took out my notebook,

and he get got really angry.

So he was angry you had a notebook?

No, he was mad that the notebook had drawings in it.

So your calculus notebook was full of drawings?

That's not the point.

He got really close to me, and he got really angry.

Angry you weren't applying yourself.

Yeah, makes sense to me.

Sir, this isn't the first time

I felt really uncomfortable around him,

but this time he did more.

He reached out at me and grabbed me and shook me-

- Do you prefer to always feel comfortable,

never be told how to improve, how to get better?

That's not what I'm saying.

That's what a good teacher does, Miss Shipley.

I understand, but this-

- I don't like how this is being handled.

I'm sorry?

And, more importantly, I don't think

my father would, either.

Miss Sinclair-

- Mr. Lawson, the school board's opinion

does matter to you, doesn't it?

How much do your wife's medical bills run a month?

Let's try this again.

And this time, you'll let Jane finish,

and, when she does, you'll think

very hard about that opinion

and exactly what you'll do with your staff to preserve it.

Go on.

Mr. Aunspach.

Mr. Aunspach.

Wow, what a nail-biter, folks.

Let's go, Anvils!

We're all tied up.

With only minutes left in penalty for either team

to seal the deal.

Today's game has been brought to you

by Paul's Polycore Security Glass.

Here comes Paul himself for a test.

Look, folks, not even Anvil Al can break

the patented polycore pane.

Yeah, that's right, Brody can't even break it!

Boo!

Brody sucks, Brody sucks!

Paul's Polycore, protecting property,

protecting people.

Go, Nadia, woo!

I hate you, Brody, I hate you!

Hey, look who's over there.

Hey, Miss Rakowski, you picked the wrong mascot.

You made the biggest mistake of your entire life!

Sure told her, didn't I, Dad?

I'm proud of you, son.

And, now, back to the field.

Let's go!

What if he does something?

He won't.

Why not?

Stop freaking your shit and think.

Why do you think the school kept it quiet?

He leaves, no one talks, neither side gets screwed.

Parker receives the pass.

Now it's this whole thing.

Parker's got the ball.

You got it, Nadi!

And I told you I didn't want anyone to know.

Oh, shut up!

You won't ever see him again.

Parker's still going.

But that's not what I wanted.

Jane, do you really think men lay off

because you ask them nicely?

Anvils lose control.

Grow a uterus.

Come on, Nadi!

Williams gets the ball.

Goddamn it!

Williams shoots and she scores!

Point goes to the Eagles.

And that's the game, folks.

The Eagles take it over the Anvils

in a nail-biting four to three finish.

The Anvils would like to thank everybody

for coming out to witness this final game

between the Eagles and the Anvils.

And that Polycore Pane.

Paul's Polycore Security Glass.

And, while you're there, don't forget

to take a selfie with Paul's Polycore Security Camera.

- Why don't you fuck off, - Brody?

Oh, shit.

- Hey! - Yo, get off her,

- you piece of shit! - French, French!

No, don't do this.

It's not covering enough.

Ow!

This is more me than you.

Dude, I'm pretty sure he grew

facial hair in fourth grade.

No, I mean like he's obviously on steroids.

No one can just do five pull-ups.

He's been held back like four times.

- Just go. - Shut up.

Ah, Rakowski's lair.

Smells like I always dreamed it would.

People hide their spares in the most pathetic places.

Found this in about five seconds.

Where's the goods?

Brody said the bottom right drawer.

Do we trust that maniac?

He's obsessed with me, it's fine.

Security initiative, my ass.

The janitor gave me the code.

Traded it for a bag of weed.

What in the name of Paul Bunyan?

Dad, remind me to never make the Rakowskinator angry again.

She has an ax.

Teachers are messed up, son.

Think about it.

We see them all day,

we're trapped inside a school with them,

with no idea where they came from,

what they were doing before class, or after.

Could be into all kinds of shit.

Like sock puppets, dude.

The kind of power that they have

and the things that they can do and say to us

that'll mess with us for the rest of our lives.

It's just scary.

I'm all for that Miss Taylor, though.

She can sub in for Aunspach's class any day that she wants.

That babushka is spicy.

Anyone would've beaten

the Aunspachian autocracy.

Whoa, guys, guys!

I found Rakowski's diary.

- Shit, really? - Yeah.

What's it say?

Whoa, whoa.

She really does not like us.

Oh, shit, our gym teacher's messed up.

What the fuck is this?

Boo.

Real mature.

You screamed so loud.

French, for you, buddy.

Cool.

Wait, shouldn't Jane be back by now?

Just open the drawer.

Yes, master.

Shit.

I will wear his intestines as a necklace.

400,000.

Okay.

300,000.

Okay.

250?

No?

It's Mr. Gibbons, Nadia.

Okay, for a quarter of a million dollars,

you wouldn't eat your cat?

Actually, no, no, no, no!

Dad, she's being mean.

Son, you're gonna eat your cat and you're gonna like it.

Whoa, sailor.

I've got one.

The lowest price to kill the person you hate the most.

Coach Ramirez, 10 grand.

Brody!

Frenchy, how much have you had?

One.

One what?

Just one.

Okay, Nadi, don't worry about

Coach Senora Ramirez or anybody.

You played wonderfully tonight.

Truly.

Okay, Merritt, who's your target?

Cathy, 30 grand.

20?

Sure.

I am sad.

Your mom, that's pretty messed up.

You don't know her.

A sad little function.

What about you?

The president.

The current president?

Any president, they're all tyrants.

Fucking mascot.

- Brody's the fucking mascot. - Okay, um-

- Sic temper tyrannis, Shipley.

Look, the people who think they know

better than everybody else about how they should live

their lives, and then force them to live it their way,

no one should be able to do that.

Those people need to be destroyed, whatever the cost.

Even if it's blood.

Blah, blah, blah, the government.

Blah, blah, blah, tyranny.

That's all you ever talk about.

It's so boring.

Don't let him fool you.

He's just pissed at his parents like the rest of us.

What song should I sing?

What?

You don't agree with me?

I can't think.

I always think there's always a peaceful solution.

Always?

You really believe that?

Don't know.

Yeah, I guess.

- Bullshit. - Oh, I had it.

Even you would kill somebody if they did enough to you.

- No. - Oh, please.

I don't think I would.

Why not?

'Cause then I'd feel guilty,

and I hate feeling that way.

What has your shiny ass possibly done

to feel guilty about?

I don't.

Looks like little Janey has a little secret.

No.

Come on, you can tell us.

She doesn't wanna talk about it.

Sure she does.

- Stop. - Spill, Shipley.

Stop it.

Spill.

I have it, I have it.

What?

Lowest money to see Miss Taylor's boobies.

Zero dollars.

Get up.

What?

That wasn't funny.

No.

Good one, Frenchy.

Why didn't you stop her?

Why didn't you?

Look, I already told you,

I don't want anyone to know what happened,

and you already made a-

- I already fixed your problem for you

because you couldn't do that, either?

What?

You sound just like-

- How do I sound like?

If you could kiss one animal, would you?

A tiger.

What?

You know what.

No, I don't.

I have other options, you know.

Brody practically stalks me.

I'm sure the two of you will be very happy together.

He's a great guy.

Excuse me?

Merritt, we hooked up twice.

It didn't even matter.

Aunspach assaulted Jane.

What?

On Monday after class.

Then they fired him.

That's why we've had Miss Taylor all week.

Jesus!

That total piece of shit.

Yeah, I mean, she probably won't wanna get

with anyone for a while after that, so.

Thought you should know.

You're a terrible friend.

You know that?

Fuck you.

Dude, I can't believe that shit happened.

Yeah.

He wasn't expecting me to headbutt his fist like that.

Does it hurt?

This, oh, nah.

You can touch it if you want.

Okay, ow, don't, please, don't touch it, actually.

You're such an idiot.

Miss Taylor's really that hot, huh?

Oh, yeah, she's crazy super hot.

Awesome.

What?

Nothing.

Go hump her blue.

Nadia, you always hide your cheesy sadness

in a tortilla of rage.

Now, tell me what's really going on inside that burrito.

You really don't know?

Know what?

I really have to tell you?

Tell me what?

Wait.

Why Brody?

Why not me?

What's wrong with me?

♪ I've been working on the railroad ♪

♪ All the livelong day ♪

♪ I've been working on the railroad ♪

♪ Just to pass the time away ♪

♪ Can't you hear the whistle blowing ♪

♪ Rising up early in the morn ♪

♪ Can't you hear the captain shouting ♪

♪ Dinah, blow your ♪

How am I supposed to do anything

if I can't connect to anything?

He'll be back.

I'm gonna go check.

Frenchy, are you okay?

French?

He's fine.

One time, he drank a keg.

Shit, I lost my anklet.

I think I left it in the pool.

Let's go look for it.

Okay, well, if Cathy doesn't find me

sitting at home knitting a tea cozy,

she'll stab my face, so the car leaves now.

Just give us a second, okay?

Fine, fine.

French?

Hey.

So, Merritt told me what happened with Aunspach.

She told you?

She shouldn't have, I know.

Are you...

Shit.

Look, I'm really sorry that happened to you.

Hey, guys.

Nadi?

Nadia.

Nadia, what's going on?

What's wrong?

Nadia!

Was it French?

Is he in there?

What the hell happened?

- Is he sick? - I don't-

- You don't what?

Okay, do we need to pump his stomach or what?

Ellis.

What?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

What is going on?

There's nothing!

Ellis.

French is,

his head.

Jane, I need you

to check your phone for service, wifi, anything.

Jane, please!

We need to help him.

I'm not getting anything.

We have to go.

No, not without French!

- French is- - No, he's not!

Listen to me!

Whatever did that to him might still be in this school!

We're not leaving without him!

We can't reach anything!

We're not leaving without him!

- We have to! - No!

That's enough, we're leaving!

Shit!

What's that?

- Brody. - What?

That goddamn freak.

What the fuck is happening?

The entire across the school.

No, wait what about?

Just go!

I saw Brody.

He was dressed up as the stupid mascot,

goddamn Anvil Al!

How the hell do I break this shit window so I can kill him?

You can't, it's polycore.

What the fuck does that mean?

It's reinforced security glass,

shatterproof, bulletproof.

They set them up all over the school with the new gates.

And the new locks.

Well, fuck!

Okay, so we can't get high school brains.

We have to think.

There's no service, no wifi.

No fire alarms, no fire detectors.

I was gonna say that.

And the landlines are down.

Wait, what about the vents?

We could use those.

Do you really think you're gonna fit in there, dickhead?

And how would that actually get us out of here?

Where do you think we are, Jurassic Park?

Right, 'cause you're just pouring forth

such incredibly intelligent strategies

to get us out of here, aren't you, Nadia?

You just think you're so fucking smart, don't you?

You just think you're above everybody else!

Now is not-

- Well, maybe you should just bust down that wall

over there with your massive, chiseled biceps,

like you always do?

Why don't you just mind-blast it

with your incredible mental powers

and masculine superiority?

Yeah, well, maybe if you didn't get French

so fucked up, none of this would've happened!

Maybe if you didn't fucking bring us here,

he wouldn't be dead!

Shut the fuck up!

We don't know if all the doors are locked.

Maybe one isn't.

It's midnight, so the cleaning people,

they come in on Saturday's right?

Not until eight.

This is such bullshit.

We're stuck inside of a school

made of millions of dollars of bulletproof glass,

locks, and cameras, to what?

To keep us safe?

Screw this.

Brody has to have a key, so everybody grab something.

We'll fuck him up, get the keys, and get out.

Wouldn't it be safer if we stay

and just wait for janitors?

If you wanna hide like a rat, be my fucking guest.

Ellis?

Ellis!

- Wait, okay- - Can we reboot the security

cameras to track where he is?

I killed the system for 12 hours.

I didn't know how else to do it.

Suck my tits.

If we find an open door, I'm taking it

and driving the hell out of here.

I'm not revenging or waiting for anyone.

Got it?

Well?

Fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Ellis, what?

Let's go, come on, come on, let's go.

Nadia.

What if it's not Brody?

What if it's Rakowski?

- What the fuck? - Listen to me,

Frenchy, he found her diary earlier,

and it said some really weird shit.

She's in charge of the mascot, and she's into axes.

Ellis, it's Brody.

What if it's not?

Guys, let's go.

Nadia, I just want you to be-

- What?

Safe?

Smart.

Let's go, guys.

Shit.

Jane, do you have a phone we can use?

Hold on, I've got something else.

Hurry up, Jane!

For God's sake.

Shit!

Merritt, wait.

I found this note in my locker.

Listen, I think, I really think

it's not Rakowski or Brody.

You need to stop.

Merritt, he's the only one who would do this.

I don't give a shit who it is, okay?

I just wanna get the hell out of here.

Merritt.

Please, please, please.

Shit.

What the hell?

Fiddle music.

What?

I've had enough of this shit!

- Hey, Brody! - Stop!

Brody!

Stop playing your psycho-ass music and come out and fight!

Nadia, shut up.

Oh my God.

Holy shit.

Run!

- Are you all right? - No, my ankle!

Shit!

Nadia.

Nadia, what are you doing?

Nadia!

- You killed him! - Nadia!

- You killed him! - Nadia, no!

No, no, no, no!

He's coming!

Ellis, we have to check the rest of the doors.

- Ellis, come on! - I can't get up!

Don't leave me!

Wait, you guys!

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, no.

Get up.

It hurts.

Do it!

Ellis, come on, help me out here.

The other one.

Don't go.

Wait, come back.

Please.

Okay.

We're safe.

Does it hurt?

It's fine.

So, I think about that camping trip all the time.

It's like I can see us there,

and we're with my mom,

and I'm looking up at all of those really tall trees.

I wish we could go back there.

- Merritt- - Stop.

- Please, don't shut me- - Just stop.

Go away.

Look up, Jane, look up.

See her?

That girl there, I've seen what she's really about.

I think you should see it, too.

I should've just...

I don't know.

It's not your fault, Jane.

It's not.

Ellis!

Jane.

Oh my God.

Where's Ellis?

Come on.

Where's Ellis?

We have to go!

It's him!

Let's go!

Where are we going?

We have to go faster.

Ow!

Oh my God!

Just a little further.

- I can't, Jane! - Yes, you can!

We have to go.

- Are you crazy? - We have to go.

Okay, okay.

Jane.

So, what, we just wait until he pops

out again and pulverizes us?

Hello?

Ow!

Jane, where's Ellis?

Tell me.

This is all because of you.

- Because of me? - Oh, shut up.

You know what you did,

acting all helpless with Aunspach.

"Oh, Merritt, I don't know what to do.

"Merritt, help me, Merritt."

"Oh, Merritt, oh, I'm so weak."

He touched me.

Oh, you loved it, right until he got too close.

So I saved the day, even though you made

me look like the asshole when I told you not to.

I told you not to tell anyone.

Even though you stole the only guy I ever liked.

I didn't!

Even though I'm the one, me,

who got Aunspach's dick out of your face.

Because you want to go to Princeton,

you wanted that trust fund.

Because I was your new mom!

I got you friends and play dates.

I protected you, I stood up for you.

I cleaned your clothes,

while you got to be the little wonder-ass genius.

"Why can't you be more like Jane, Merritt?

"She doesn't look like cousin fucking Greg.

"She doesn't gain fucking water weight.

"She could get into Princeton

"with her sparkling fucking eyes closed.

"Why can't you be smart and polite

"and perfect and tiny and virginal like her?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Well, guess what?

I'm the cool one.

I'm pretty and rich.

Everyone wants to be my friend and hook up with me,

and you're not better than me, okay?

Nothing about you is better than me.

- Not your clothes. - Stop, please.

Or your voice or your hair.

- Stop it! - Or your body or your face.

You're just sad, small, and pathetic.

- Shut up! - Ow!

- You little- - You just shut up!

Jane!

Shut up!

Jane, good to see you.

Snickerdoodle?

Miss Taylor baked these.

They're very good.

What do you want?

You know, I thought that our last talk was enough,

but you needed something more, so that's what I gave you.

I didn't need anything from you.

How did you feel when you pushed Miss Sinclair?

Do you think you could've done that before?

They held you back, Jane.

They lowered you to their level.

Anyone could see that, except for yourself.

But, tonight, that all changed.

You outlasted every single one of those fiddlers,

and, now, you are free of them.

You picked up the hammer.

And you will accomplish every exceptional piece of work

that I know you're capable of,

that I know you were born to do,

because, my dearest Jane, you are special.

Oh, I forgot.

I hope it's in here.

Oh, motherfucker.

Oh.

You dropped this the other day,

so I held onto it for you.

I'll give it back if you thank me.

How about it?

Thank a man for caring as much as I have,

for teaching you how to become a woman.

You know what?

I have learned something.

I'm not pathetic!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yes!

No!

You just won't learn, will you?

Jane.

Oh, shit.

What the?