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Suicide is a private thing.

Throwing your life away so USA Today

can print your picture under the headline

"Troubled teens."

That is the least private thing I can think of.

But what about Heather and Kurt and Ram?

If everyone jumped off a bridge, young lady, would you?

Probably.

Oh.

Well, if you were happy all the time,

you wouldn't be a human being.

You'd be a game show host.

Thanks for coming after me.

You're welcome.

Come on.

Come on.

So I'm guessing you're mad, huh.

I'm not mad.

Confused.

You said, you wanted us to be normal teenagers.

I did that.

I joined the God damn AV Club for you.

I know.

You know what would have happened

if they'd actually believed your confession?

Handcuffs,

separate cells,

cops trying to turn us against each other

right before they ship us off to different prisons,

is that what you want? Of course not.

Well, what then?

Everybody's cashing in on these fake suicides,

making it about themselves.

It's a sick trend and we started it.

Turning ourselves in won't stop human nature.

Then what will?

Fleming's little Kumbaya party

almost ended with Heather Mac dead on a bathroom floor.

Fleming is not the problem. Heather Duke is.

She's the one who made McNamara wanna die.

You wanna slay the dragon?

Cut off its head.

Stop.

But no. You'd rather treat bubonic plague with Band-Aids.

We had the power to change things,

but we gave that up to be normal teenagers.

Good luck at school tomorrow, Heather Mac.

Hope you don't die!

We are out if you get—

Look, if you wanna keep it all up,

I'll let you slide in a fraction, fine.

You, you made me a promise and I believed you.

Do you even—

Don't act surprised.

You promised.

All right. I'm sorry.

Stop playing, grab ads.

Wait for me in the car.

I'm in the middle of something.

Yeah, I need backup.

Our friends have another job for us.

Kaboom.

I said I'm busy!

Lot of pretty women out there, sport.

I could make another son any time I want.

Now, get in the car.

Damn it, Jason.

No firearms in the house!

Well, it pissed off my dad. It's funny.

None of this is funny.

Why are you carrying a loaded weapon?

Protection.

From what?

Reruns?

We have got to stop pretending.

This is who I am.

If you don't like it, take it up with him!

He made me!

Oh, Martha was right about you.

Now let's have a real conversation.

She was right.

And I broke her heart.

Let's talk about Heather Duke.

No.

Let's talk about you.

You are a drug

You are a poison pill

I've got to kick This habit now

Or else I never will

I love the rush

When you would hold me close

But you will not Be satisfied

Until I overdose

This is it

Hit the brake

I am finally awake

Let me be

Let me go

You need help

I can't provide

I am not qualified

This troubled teen Is getting clean

I say no

Come on, Veronica, who else is—

No, no, no, no.

Don't say a word

You speak and I cave in

You'll twist the truth again

And drill deep down Beneath my skin

You said you'd change

And I believed in you

But you're still using me

To justify the harm you do

This is it

Hit the brake

Call it all my mistake

Long as you let me go

You need help

I can't provide

I'm not Bonnie You're not Clyde

It's not too late I'm getting straight

I say no

Blame your childhood

Blame your dad

Blame the life you never had

But hurting people That's your choice, my friend

'Cause I believe That love will win

And hate will earn you Nothing in the end

This is the end—

But I love you.

Dude.

This is it

I won't cry starting now

I will try to pay back

All the karma I owe

Start again, somewhere new

Far from cool guys like you

So goodbye 'cause now I

I say no

Just in time, I say no

Somehow I'm saying no

Just say no

I say no

No!