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- Holy shit.

- We're reporting live here

from Faeryville College, where
a few moments ago gun shots

were reported to have been fired.

We're not sure what the
situation is right now.

- There has been some tragic news

here in Faeryville College.

Just two hours ago, a teenager was shot dead

by another student.

Three shots were reported to
have been fired at close range.

- The victim,
16 year old W. Ashe Faeke,

was said to be a social
misfit amongst his peers.

- The motivation for
this murder is still unclear.

- It's been four
years since the tragic accident.

Students are flocking to this
memorial especially erected

for the victim of the shooting.

It seems that the victim is now hailed

as an icon for misfit types.

- The whole thing is crazy.

I knew this joker when he was still alive.

W. Ashe Faeke?

What a wanker.

- Cut.

He said, wanker.

You can't say wanker on TV.

- Well, okay, let's go
again, without the wanker.

- Yeah, so anyway, W. Ashe Faeke,

this icon thing, it's fucking ridiculous.

- Cut.

- Hey, I say, cut.

You, do your job, shoot.

- He was the leader of this group

of misfits called the Tzaintes,

and he was against everything
the school stood for,

everything.

- Now people are treating him
like some sort of Messiah.

- Like a saint or something.

- Actually, it's disgusting.

And someone should put an end to this,

this hero worship.

- Mr Mathais, what are your thoughts

on recent events at Faeryville College?

- They shot him because
he ridiculed the system.

That's what I believe.

- What has happened is in the past.

It is what we do now that matters.

Faeryville must learn to put

this unfortunate event behind and move on.

- It's not them.

- It doesn't matter.

- Not a bad turnout.

Let's check it out.

What is tied to their arms?

Aw, so cute.

You know, your mom would be so proud.

I think I'll tell her later
when I roll off the bitch.

What, you've got nothing else?

Come at me you creepy little twat.

Okay, you're boring me.

- We were never like this,

at least not the three of us.

We were loser types,

doing loser things.

Nobody knew us.

Nobody cared.

We're used to being pushed around.

Like it or not, fraternities rule.

We've come to accept it.

- Why are we here?

- It's Friday night.

- Yeah, it's Friday night.

Must we always play video
games, night after night?

Do you really want to waste
your youth on video games?

- What?

- Captain has a plan.

- Do you have a plan?

What's the plan?

What's the plan?

Ew, stinks.

- It's a fart bomb that goes nuclear

when you press this button.

- Oh.

- Can someone help?

- Hey, what about me?

- Hey.

Hey, what do you see?

- Geez.

Lots of hot chicks.

Doing hot chick stuff.

- What hot chick stuff?

I wanna see.

- Wait up dude, there's a
minimum height requirement to...

- I think I need to get in there,

from the front.

- I'd like to see you try.

- Chloe, how nice of you to drop in.

Chloe.
- Chloe.

- Shot cup, folks, I have
a pass for tonight's party.

- Nice, get me in.

- Again?

What's that?

I want no part of this.

- Come on.

- Too much trouble.

- Since when have I known
you to be afraid of trouble?

I just need you to walk me in.

- No, I'm not gonna get you killed.

- Why do you say that?

- That's what you're always trying to do,

get yourself into trouble, and
then you get your ass kicked,

and then you come back
and talk about revenge,

and then when it doesn't work out,

you just get into more trouble.

- How long have I known you for?

12 years?

I've never known you to
be afraid of trouble.

- Not afraid, I just choose my own.

- Me too.

- She was checking me out.

- She was checking out the bag.

- Oh.

Why does she never say hi to us?

I mean, she say hi to Poe, but never to us.

Ever.

- Because Poe is Poe,

just let be.

- That's Chloe.

Aside from The Nobodies,
my only other friend.

But she's not a nobody, she fits in,

fits anywhere, with the glams, the frats

and all the crazy cliques.

Frat parties are exactly
what you expect it to be.

Parties like these belong
to the privileged ones

in our privileged school.

These are the same kids
who pick on us every day,

the ones who call us losers

and make us feel like nobodies.

Guys.

Hey.

Ow.

Hurry up, I think I hear someone coming.

Hurry up, guys.

Careful, careful.

- What do we do now?

- We gotta save him.

- I think we should run.

- Is that a smelly bomb,

the fart bomb you've been making all week?

- Shut up.

- Where am I now?

- In the company of good people.

- Well, this is definitely
going on our blog.

Do you see how slutty she is?

- What's in the camera?

- Don't worry about it.

Cameras, baby.

- What are you doing?

- We're just trying to
make you feel better, baby.

- You're all wet, but you're in good hands.

- Derek, please take me home.

I wanna go home, please?

- And I'm getting this on camera.

- No.

Let me go, please let me go.

Let me go.

- Let her go.

- Who's that?

- Where do you think you're going?

- Get away, that's
the only thing on my mind.

That's us.

That's what we do.

We run away, we escape.

Nothing matters when you're a nobody.

You dress up, mess up

and try to get away with it if you can.

We have nothing to care about.

Four months away from graduation,

that's all the time that we have left

to truly find ourselves,

to find meaning in our lives,

the nonsense, outside the
parties and the politics.

I don't know.

We're The Nobodies.

We've no purpose and no need for one.

Tired of trying to fit in,

happy to be who we are than
try to be what we're not.

Happy?

That's what we tell ourselves.

This,

is our lie.

And this lie,

is all we have.

- Hey, yo, can you pass the ball over?

Hey, yo, you deaf, boy?

- AJ's pissed.

- Hey, yo, I don't wanna
play any games, man.

Pass the ball over.

Hey, are you psycho, man?

Huh?

You watch yourself, buddy.

You watch yourself.

- Not bad, my friend.

Welcome to the club.

My name is

Poe.

What a jerk.

Hey.

- Mr. Mathias, Laer is here.

- Yes, let him in.

- Sure.

- Laer.

Laer Mathias.

How've you been?

- Okay.

- I'm sorry to hear about
your mother's passing.

I knew her when she was alive.

Such a bright pupil.

Straight A student.

And then she had you.

I'm sure she'd be very happy
today to know that you're here

in the same school that she's from.

I hope you're settling in comfortably.

There's somebody I'd like you to meet,

so you're not a stranger around here.

- Good morning, Mr. Mathias.

- Troy.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Laer, Troy is from the Calvary fraternity.

I hear the Calvary's looking for new blood

to take the place of those
who'll be graduating.

No?

- Yes, sir.

- But you have to be ready
to do the right thing

for the good of society.

Yes?

- Absolutely, sir.

- Laer, we have a tradition of fraternities

in Faeryville College.

One that offers life-long bonds,

friendships that extend well
beyond your academic age.

There are two paths that you may choose here

in Faeryville College.

One prepares you for greatness,

and all that the world has to offer.

The other is the road of the misguided,

a path filled with resistance

and romantic distractions.

- Thanks for giving me the chance.

- Don't you guys ever give up?

- No we don't.

You want us to give up so
you can call us losers.

- What's new?

- We've doubled the stakes this time.

- It's gonna be like the fart bomb,

just bigger and deadlier.

- Deadlier?

- Dude, the wires don't look right, dude.

- Shh, don't touch it.

I know what I'm doing.

- No you don't.

I have to teach you everything.

- I'm good.

You just watch me.

- Alright, folks, let's go for it.

- Wait, wait, wait, just let me finish this.

- I don't think it's gonna work.

- When are you guys gonna
start respecting me?

- When you blow up the principal's office.

- That's funny.

- You laugh.

I tell you, this is no minor blow job,

I tell you, it's gonna be atomic.

- Did you just say blow job?

- Yeah, what's wrong?

- Dude, you can't call that a blow job.

- Wrong use of words, dude.

- Holy shit.

Run, run, run, run, run,
run, go, go, go, go.

Cowards.

- That's lame, dude.

- Very lame.

- No, it's not.

Lend me your phone, come on.

- What's it for?

- My phone is there, you need a detonator.

- Dude, I think you just toasted

your own phone, dude.

I think you're accident-prone, man.

Dude.

Laer.

- Hi.

- Nothing.

- Nothing, what?

- That was how it began.

The first explosion.

What's this you added to our mix?

- Mm, nutmeg and cinnamon.

- Ah, I don't like this shit.

- So, Laer, is that what your name is?

- Homos.

- So what's your story?

- What story?

- Like, why you're here,
how your parents got you in.

- I don't know.

I never knew my parents.

- How is that possible?

- I grew up in a foster home.

They don't keep records well.

- You mean you don't know
who your dad or mom is?

- Dad, no.

Mom, yes.

She passed away a long time ago.

- I'm sorry.

- Dad could still be out there,

somewhere.

He left us.

- Don't you wanna know?

- You must hate him for leaving
you like that, all alone.

I know that feeling.

- Hey, so, what's it like in a foster home?

- It's a place no kid
wants to be in by choice.

You live, eat, sleep, study,

all with people who hate you
just as much as you hate them.

You learn to defend yourself.

- Were you bullied?

- All the time.

But I learned to push back.

Learned to always get up,

and push back.

- Okay, I don't like this shit.

I prefer the original flavor better.

- Hey, Laer,

you should join us sometime

in our garage.

I can bake cookies with this stuff.

- You bake cookies?

- Laer,

you wanna join us?

- For cookies?

- That's not what I mean.

Ah, but yes, hang out with us.

Be a part of our clique.

- Welcome to Faeryville,
the college of the stars,

a place where future leaders are born.

Here stands a statue

and a gun to ensure that
power stays in the hands

of the order in power.

But, if you ask me...

- There you go again.

- It's not about power, it's about fear,

fear of losing control.

- Stop, stop.

- Why?

- You're ruining my documentary.

- How am I ruining your
documentary, Miss Chloe?

- By pretending to be a smart-ass.

Can't you just be normal?

- You want to be normal?

- Well, how is this relevant?

- Listen, we all know how fear

and power controls everything,

but what we don't know is that those

in power are actually
the ones who are afraid.

Guns, Mother Saint is holding onto a gun,

because she's afraid of losing control.

- She's back.

- Is that her?

- She looks different now.

Where are her friends?

- Who is she?

- Her name is Belle.

Once upon a time, the rebel of rebels.

And she's been very much quiet
after the web cam incident.

- What web cam incident?

- We will not forget.

To my friends and fans and to the members

of the fraternity that are
viewing this as I speak,

taping my calls, watching my actions,

I want you to know that
we have not forgotten

and we'll never forget the
story of W. Ashe Faeke,

a story you've so conveniently
swept under the carpet

as if it never happened.

Who is this kid with the gun in school?

Isn't he a member of the fraternity?

Is this a coverup?

Worse still, is this a plan,

a conspiracy to get rid of
outspoken misfits like us,

like W. Ashe Faeke?

I can see you're afraid,

afraid of those that
appear to be revolutionary

or counter-culture.

I'm calling out to the many of you out there

that have either been expelled or put away

because they didn't want you here,

because you couldn't fit in.

I'm calling for you to come back,

come back and make it a
day of reckoning for us.

Just to say, we exist.

- She was too dangerous for her own good.

- Go, go, go, go.

Get down, stay where you are.

Hands up, don't move.

Shut the camera off now.

Get her.

- Belle, catch.

- Stop.

I repeat, stop moving.

- She was arrested,

thrown into counseling,

hours and hours of counseling.

Counseling that took her away
from her classes and friends.

Counseling that drained away all the energy,

all the fire she had.

They didn't want her to graduate,

neither did they want her expelled.

Somebody like Belle is

better kept in limbo.

We want to help her,

but we don't know how.

- So this is W. Ashe Faeke.

- The inspiration.

- It's funny how you can accept that.

Is this a joke?

- No.

I don't think so.

Not at all.

- Okay, here we go, here we go.

Ready?

- Hey, what do you think
about this Laer guy?

- What about him?

- You trust him?

- He's alright.

- I keep having this feeling

that he's with us for a reason.

- Like?

- I don't know.

Do you sense it too?

- No.

You're just jealous.

J-E-L-E-O-U-S, jealous.

- No way.

- Dude, dude, dude, seriously,
she'd blow your mind.

- Woo.

- I was like, oh my God, she's amazing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, sweet.

What do we have here?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, isn't that Belle,

the girl from that webcast?

- She's back with us now?

- What?

- What do you want?

- Yeah, what do you want?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You're not such a
rebel queen now, are you?

I can teach you some manners.

Stay down.

I can show you, I'll show
you how to stay down.

Whoa, what is this?

- Oh, it's tomorrow's news.

College fraternities
coppling a girl on camera.

- Hey, turn it off, cutie,
or I will come do it for you.

- Try that and I'll send it to
every news network there is.

It's just a touch away.

- You wouldn't dare.

- Try me.

- That's smart.

- Stop, stop.

- Let her go and this stays here.

- Okay, bitch, we can do that.

You better delete that video

or next time it'll be your ass we're after.

Let's go.

- Hi.

- Thanks.

- You wanna have coffee?

Thank you.

- For what?

- For this.

I've been trying for months
to get this interview going.

- You said coffee not an interview.

- Orange tea, make it two, please.

- No, I'm good.

- No, she'll have the same.

Did you receive any of my emails?

You don't check your emails anymore, do you?

You can't do that.

You can't keep shutting
yourself out like that.

This world's been a lot duller without you.

- Thanks for helping me out back there,

but things have changed.

Can I be honest with you?

- Finally.

I like honest.

- I don't trust people
who exploit other people

for their stories.

- You mean journalists?

You know what, screw this
shit, screw this interview.

That's not my purpose.

This is me now.

Better?

- You look like you've got something to say.

Say it.

- There's a database of
all the expelled students

from Faeryville.

We're on a forum and we're
thinking of coming back.

We need a leader.

We watched your video, The Day of Reckoning,

you inspired us.

We want to come back.

We want you to come back.

- I'm sorry,

but I'm afraid I'm no longer the hope

people think I am.

It's over.

The rebellion's over.

I'm tired.

- I understand.

- No you don't.

You think it's fun and games.

You want excitement.

I just want to get away from all of this

and graduate like you goddamn people.

- Tonight's a special night.

Seven years ago,

on this day,

a student was shot.

His name was W. Ashe Faeke.

Tonight we're going to make our own history

and be remembered too,

forever.

This is great, man.

- I like what I'm seeing.

- This is awesome.

- Hey, you guys see that?

- What did you just see?

- Right now, in the sky,

it's a squid in the sky.

And it's spreading ink

in rainbow colors.

- Sounds like an ejaculation.

Did you really just see that

or are you just making it up?

- The world is exploding.

I'm just a folder among the files.

I'm the sort that like nobody.

- Shut up, Taurus.

You're starting to sound weird.

- Shut up, Taurus.

You're starting to sound weird.

I love you guys.

- Okay, man.

Now you're really starting to sound weird.

- I know, but I do.

We don't have many days left to be nobodies.

This dream, this lie,

it all ends when we graduate.

Aye, captain?

I'm starting to see it now.

We'll be back to where like,

ready to be used by the world.

- It's okay, dude.

You're getting all emo on your own cookies.

And you're not wrong.

- Hey, where's Laer?

- Laer,

CK is calling for you again.

Tell me, Laer, what are
you doing in Faeryville?

Why come here when you can be anywhere?

Laer.

- Mommy is useless.

Mommy's weak.

You must be strong.

- Hey, dude, wake up, wake up.

- It's been a bad Monday
morning for students

and lecturers at Faeryville College.

Who would have imagined
the statue of Mother Saint

in this prestigious
college now stands covered

from head to toe to graffiti.

What does this mean?

- Have we gone too far?

No, I don't think so.
- What could this be?

A practical joke?

A statement by the so-called radicals?

- Kids, they want to make a
mockery out of the system,

but this, to me, is quite far out.

- Hey, what's up with you two?

- Oh my God.

Oh my God, are you getting that?

Did you see that?

Oh my God.

- Oh my God, this is unbelievable.

- This is bad.

This is so stupid.

Not good for all of us.

- We interrupt this program

to bring you news of a terrorist attack

in Faeryville College.

- Breaking news, amateur bombers

have caused a 90-year-old statue

of Mother Saint to collapse.
- The explosion is believed

to be a work of graffiti vandals.

- Do you know who's behind it?

- It can only be him.

He's gonna get us all into shit.

- You mean Laer, the new guy?

- I'm not sure,

but I have a bad feeling about this.

I don't like him one bit.

- Why not?

- He reminds me too much of myself,

someone I want to destroy
and never see again.

- It's not a school boy's prank anymore.

This is a serious problem.

Our school is under attack.

Investigations are on-going,

and we will get to the bottom of this.

- Hi guys.

- So you call yourself, The Nobodies?

- We just.

- We don't like cliques around here,

especially losers like you.

You're a problem to our society.

Losers have no place here.

- Loser.

- We are not losers.

- We don't need anything else.

- Thanks for proving my point, loser.

You just don't get it, do you?

Look at yourselves.

Come on, look at him, look at him.

Doesn't he look like the type of freak

that would come to school one day with a gun

and start shooting around?

- Let's have a look.

Freak.

- What do you want?

- What do we want?

We want you to quit this.

We want you to quit this college.

We want you to quit this misery.

You don't like me, I don't like you, got it?

Do you understand?

Have I made myself clear?

- Yes.

- What's that?

- Losers.

- Why?

- Why what?

- Why do you do this to us?

Why us?

- Because we don't like you.

- Why?

Because we can, dammit.

Read my lips, because we can.

- I cannot help but wonder what
you want with The Nobodies.

Why hang with them?

Why waste your time with losers?

You've an opportunity to be
a part of the privileged.

- What about you?

Why waste your time with
the affairs of this school?

Being a part of this privileged fraternity,

that's a commitment too, right?

- I'll make it simple for you.

We are The Cavalry, proud of who we are

and what this institution represents.

Faeryville is the last symbol
of everything that is right

and just in this world,

and misfits and radicals

with nothing to lose will
try and tell you otherwise.

And that is why we need
to keep them in check.

Those that thrive on anarchy and chaos,

should not have a place here.

- Where the hell have you been?

Hey.

- Did something happen?

- You should've been here.

Not with us, that sucks.

- I'm sick of this shit, man.

- Are we really gonna leave?

- We'd better,

before they find out it was really us.

You've taken things too far.

- You know why they pick on us?

Because they can.

- He's right.

I say it's time we do something about it.

We either take over or be taken over.

- Shut up, Laer.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

We don't need this.

I don't wanna be on this side of the war.

- If not this side, then which side?

- I don't know.

- Why, why are you so afraid to take a side?

- Because I'm not sure if you
or I have all the answers.

- Here's my answer to you.

They pick on you because you allow them to.

You've made losers out of yourselves.

The problem is here.

You know it's a joke, you know it's a lie,

a lie so important, it's
become a goddamn religion.

- Laer, shut up.

You've no idea.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Laer.

- No.

No.

Oh my God.

- What are you doing?

- Allowing you to take over.

We've crossed the line.

- This is The Nobodies,

born again in a baptism of fire.

- It's not them.

- It doesn't matter.

- Aw, so cute.

You guys need a hand with those?

Guys, let's go.

- Are you okay?

- How do you feel?

- Great.

I feel great.

Things changed from that day onwards.

One fight was all it took for us

to change the way we saw ourselves.

We don't need drugs anymore.

The Nobodies are now just nobodies in name.

This sense of power,

it's a great feeling.

People started to notice us.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How are things?

- You tell me.

- Things are working out for us.

Weird, to be free from all
the shit that you're used to.

I'm worried about CK.

- You worry about a lot of things.

- Well, we did manage to
change a lot of things in this.

Doesn't anything worry you?

Is there anything that you're afraid of?

- I'm afraid of being weak,

not knowing who I am.

- Who are you, Laer?

- I don't know.

I'm afraid to find out.

You know, I,

I hated my mother

when she was around.

She relied on others for survival,

and all her boyfriends were just,

assholes.

When I was seven, I asked her,

why it had to be like that.

She looked up in tears.

I hated her being so weak,

so helpless all the time.

I don't know why.

It's as if she was waiting for someone

to just come and save her.

I hated that.

I didn't want her to be a victim.

I didn't want to be a victim.

- Happy Birthday.

- How do you know?

- I'm a reporter.

I've got something for you.

- Where did you get it?

- It's not easy, but I have my ways.

- You can have it.

- Really?

- Yeah, I mean it.

Do you want some coffee?

- Yes, please.

You know the documentary I was making?

I've been trying to pull out old records

from Faeryville's past.

- Do you carry that thing everywhere you go?

- This is my life.

It's the command center of everything I do.

- Sugar?

- Three, please.

Check this out.

It's an old article from 17 years ago.

I've got tons of information like this.

I'm compiling it to make a good story.

- Wait, can we go back?

- There's more to this
college and the principal

than this picture-perfect facade,

so many stories.

- Hmm.

To my office, please.

Are the rest of them on their way here?

Good.

Troy.

- What are you thinking, dammit?

Do you know how fucked up this is?

- What should I do now?

- It was never supposed to be like this.

- We're still trying

to understand what just happened.

It appears another terrorist
attack has happened

in Faeryville College.

- An explosion has taken place right here

inside the campus late last night,

taking down a part of the building.

- We have confirmation of a casualty,

which could be a student.

- Student Troy was sent to the hospital

and treated for 3rd and 4th-degree burns.

His family and friends are
now in the hospital with him.

- Initial investigation shows

that the bomb may have been put together

using everyday items.

This is Eddie Guavaro reporting
to you live here live here

in Faeryville College for GVTV.

- We have just received news

that an injured student has passed away.

- What's going on?

- Ideology can be a dangerous thing,

especially in the hands of
the young and misinformed.

Education is supposed to equip people

with the right knowledge.

But, sadly, there are still those

who want anarchy and chaos.

I blame this terrible event on fringe groups

that I've allowed to exist.

I thought Faeryville could benefit

from diversity,

a difference in opinion.

I was wrong.

Rebels and misfits do
not belong in Faeryville.

It saddens me to know

that the culprit is a student
of Faeryville College,

a smart student

that have made some really stupid decisions.

Teenagers need to be saved
from their own ideals.

Minds can be molded,

and the wrong-doers can change

if they're given a second chance.

We need to give her a second chance.

That is what education is all about.

I've asked for the young lady

to be placed under fraternal care,

fraternal care here in
Faeryville College itself,

so that she can be corrected.

- Excuse me.

How can you be so sure?

Can we get some evidence
released out to the public

before somebody gets prosecuted?

- We're not here to prosecute,

we're here to correct.

And that correction starts now.

Excuse me.

- Somebody speak to me.

How did this happen?

- I was trying to prove to you guys

that I was capable of doing something.

Please,

I don't wanna go to jail.

I want to graduate.

Please don't tell.

- Her name is Belle, a 3rd year student

with a track record of delinquent behavior.

- We all know that's not true.

- I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.
- Enough, enough.

If it's really CK,

do you think we should?

- Are you suggesting that we turn him in?

- It was my fault.

I'm taking responsibility.

- I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

I can't take this anymore.

Can't be here anymore.

I'm out.
- CK.

CK, where are you going?

CK?

CK?

- I'm going up there and
I'm telling them I did it.

- In that case, I'm going with you.

- Wait, what are you doing?

Don't you wanna graduate?

- I don't think so much.

If there's a problem, I
don't wanna be a coward.

- Laer, it is all your fault.

- No he's not with them guys.

Let's go.

- Laer, I take back everything
good I've said about you.

I should not have let you join us.

Look at what you've done.

- Are we gonna do this or not?

Let's go, guys.

We don't have anything to lose.

- We're reporting live
here in Faeryville College.

The principal has just released
a statement moments ago

about a need for correction.

Correction is supposed to be
starting behind these doors

in this very lecture theater.

A 19-year-old girl named Belle,

believed to be responsible
for the recent bombings,

is to be placed under fraternal care

instead of being handed over to the police.

The media is not allowed inside,

but we'll be standing by here for updates.

- This is a sad day for all of us.

And, I for one, I'm not prepared
to accept this sentence.

We are moving forward.

We are appealing this decision.

We're appealing for harsher punishment.

This young woman,

she should be punished.

She shouldn't be put under fraternal care.

A young man was killed,

and anyone who's a parent
or father can imagine

how it feels to be
standing up here right now,

giving this speech.

- Are we sure about this?

Wait, stop.

We're not here to fight.

- We know what you're here for.

Now's not the time.

- You don't understand,

we're here to own up.

We did it.

- We understand it perfectly.

We just don't want to let that happen.

You're losers and misfits,

not heroes.

Stay that way.

- You are all under arrest for attempting

to engage in pre-meditated violence.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

Stand down, I repeat, stand down.

- You're so stupid.

You could've been on this side.

- No, don't move.

I said don't move.

- Easy with that, boy.

- Breaking news.

There appears to be a
hostage situation right now

in Faeryville College.

A teenager with a gun has taken
two other students hostage.

- All has been settled

and the program is turning out well.

- Can you please elaborate?

- The student has shown remorse.

Belle has admitted to all the recent crimes

before the fraternal council,

everything from the bombing of the statue

to the event last night.

She understands the
seriousness of her mistake

and the misery that she has caused.

- What is she going to do?

- She's ready to repent

and we're ready to help her.

I'm confident that something
good will come out of this

and we will see a new Belle very soon.

Thank you very much.

- This is Rachael reporting
live from Faeryville College.

The principal, Mr. Mathias,
has just given us an update.

Belle, the arrested student,
has admitted to the bombings.

The college has taken over jurisdiction

and will be placing her
under fraternal care.

Grave words from Mr. Mathias,

who said he hopes something
good will come of this

and that we'll see a new Belle very soon.

- Are you leaving?

- Laer?

- What the hell are you doing?

Drop the weapon.

- No Laer, don't.

- Why are you here, Laer?

- I don't know.

Isn't it funny that you're asking me that?

- No, son,

it's not funny.

- I know everything.

I know what you did to my mother.

- So,

you know who I am?

- Why did you not acknowledge us?

Why did you pretend like we didn't exist?

- Many things you don't understand, Laer.

I cannot acknowledge you and your mother

because of who I am.

- You're afraid.

- I have the responsibility

to protect the reputation of this college,

and my reputation as principal.

I've done my part.

I've helped the both of you.

I put many things in
place for the both of you.

- Enough.

You were not there, you did not see.

I saw her take the shot to her head.

I saw her shoot herself.

- I understand.

You have the right to be angry.

So, what do you wanna do now?

You wanna shoot me?

- Don't be stupid.

We have you surrounded.

- The power's in your hands.

- Laer, no.

Listen to me, Laer.

It's not worth it.

There's always a way out.

Don't do it, Laer.

Don't do it.

- The power

is in your hands.

- Fuck you.

- I don't like him one bit.

- Why not?

- He reminds me too much of myself,

someone I want to destroy
and never see again.

- Teenagers need to be saved

from their own ideals.

Minds can be molded and
the wrongdoers can change

if they're given a second chance.

We need to give her a second chance.

- That was the last time we saw Laer.

The doctors said he passed away
on his way to the hospital.

- Yesterday, in Faeryville College,

a female student went berserk
and attacked another student.

Both of the students are said to be involved

in the rioting incident on campus.

A gun was found on site.

No shots were fired in this incident.

- Professor, why do teenagers

always find a need to rebel?

We've seen it in the '50s, the '60s

and now in the post-9/11 world.

- Well, they're teenagers.

It's the only way they know
how to express themselves,

and society knows this,

and that is why we have
systems to put things in place.

- Nothing is right or wrong anymore,

just how you choose to intellectualize it.

- It's all my fault.

- We were so much happier as nobodies,

when there was nothing to fight for.

Why then did we fight?

We knew we were never going to win.

Why then did we try?

Something we learned from Laer and Belle.

We did not fight to win.

We fight

and we fight on

to remind ourselves we still can.

We fight

so we know

that we still have a soul.