PART 3
[Kyle's house, day. Kyle is in his room on his computer, while Gerald peeks in]
GERALD: Kyle, got a minute?
KYLE: What do you want now, dad?
GERALD: [enters and sits on Kyle's bed] Let's talk, buddy. You know, the school really wants us to keep talking to our kids about trolling on the Internet and how serious it is.
KYLE: Well, yeah, but-
GERALD: I guess the troll from the school message boards is now harassing a famous Olympic athlete from Denmark, heh. Have you seen this? Have you heard about this? Yeah well, she kinda called him out and said he could never get her to quit social media, and you know, you might say she's askin' for it. But uh, now this troll is being copied by other trolls who are all dog piling to see if they can get her to quit and, well God only knows what they're gonna do tonight. Well, goodnight, pal. You be sure to let your mom know we talked more about the horrific consequences of trolling. [steps outside, then leans back and smiles at Kyle, then leaves and closes the door]
KYLE: Damnit, something very funny is going on here.
[South Park Elementary hallway. Heidi walks down the hallway dejected. The kids around her are looking at their phones or talking on them as they go about their usual business. Heidi sees Kevin on his phone and sighs, then continues walking]
VOICE: [gruff whisper] Psst. You. You there.
HEIDI: Who me? [she looks up. By some exit doors is Cartman]
CARTMAN: Yes, you. Heidi was it? Come with me.
HEIDI: Where? [Cartman turns and walks to his left]
[The neighborhood streets. Cartman walks, then stops and waits for Heidi]
CARTMAN: Join me. [points to the park] Here.
HEIDI: The park?
CARTMAN: Yeeeaaahh…. well what do you expect, huh? I know how you feel, Heidi. I know how hard it is. With no phone, no human contact, or anything for that matter. Everything sucks.
HEIDI: [begins to cry] I-I miss my friends.
CARTMAN: Come on. There are others like us here. [guides her into the park. A car appears and slows down]
DRIVER: Look at them, Martha. Do you see them?
MARTHA: What are they?
DRIVER: Lost souls who have quit Twitter. Damned to just wander the earth and hang out and stuff.
MARTHA: They seem so lonely. [they both look at their phones]
[Cartman and Heidi are now sitting on a bench together. Both don't say anything until Heidi breaks the silence]
HEIDI: I want to tell you... that I'm sorry.
CARTMAN: Huh?
HEIDI: When we girls first started getting trolled on the school message boards. I was sure it was you. I was wrong. We were all wrong.
CARTMAN: Yeah, well what do you expect? I've always been the biggest asshole in this pisshead mountain town they call South Park, sociopath if you will. I've tried time and time again to convince everyone that I wasn't that particular troll, but they wouldn't listen. But then again, I… I didn't deserve a second chance. Everyone had always assumed it would be me after all the shit I've done during the past years.
HEIDI: So when you held the assembly that woman were just as funny as men, you... you weren't being sarcastic?
CARTMAN: No, no. Not at all. Women are funny, Heidi. Get over it. Seriously.
HEIDI: Do you- do you miss your friends?
CARTMAN: Friends?! I have no goddamn friends! A few nights ago, those bastards lured me into the woods, tied me up and fucking broke all my stuff! And I'll do anything to get my own back!
HEIDI: You do now. I'll be here for you, no matter what.
CARTMAN: Oh good. [suddenly becomes sinister] Good…
[Wine Bar, day]
CNN ANNOUNCER: And after stating that he was not fit to be President, Secretary Clinton responded with "My opponent is a liar and he cannot be trusted."
PATRON: I'm seriously confused.
CNN ANNOUNCER: In other news tonight, Danish gold medalist Freja Øllengård is the apparent victim of extreme trolling once again.
[Gerald walks into the bar and watches the report]
GERALD: Oh. Eh hey, can you turn that up?
CNN ANNOUNCER: The athlete from Denmark has been the target of relentless online attacks that began with the troll skankhunt42.
[Gerald smiles and looks around to see if anyone has figured out it was him who's the troll]
CNN ANNOUNCER: Last night the trolling took a vicious turn when Freja Øllengård finally succumbed to the pressure and committed suicide.
[Gerald's smile vanishes]
FIELD REPORTER: Paul, Danish women's volleyball champion Freja Øllengård has been pronounced dead outside her apartment in Copenhagen.
[There's fear in Gerald's face]
FIELD REPORTER: The four-time girls' medal winner took her own life after jumping 17 floors off the balcony of her building.
[Footage is shown of her doing this, with a klieg light focused on her all the way down. She lands on a car and shatters, blood going all over the place. The car's alarm turns on]
PAUL: Freja Øllengård, dead at the age of 38.
[Quickly, Gerald runs to the restroom and into a stall. A patron watches him enter and continues doing so until the scene ends]
GERALD: [on the toilet seat] Oh my God! Oh shit! Oh shit oh my God! Oh God oh no-oohh!
[Craig's house. Craig is in his room on his computer, it seems he's on a video call with someone]
CRAIG: I really don't know what's been going on the past few weeks, but it's been bugging me to no end. One time, I said that a gender war will start in my school if this whole thing doesn't stop and what did I say?
[The person he's calling to is Rebecca Cotswold, the homeschool girl]
REBECCA: The gender war happened a-already?
CRAIG: Yep, exactly. All the girls have broken up with us boys because apparently, we're all to blame for harassing them on the message boards.
REBECCA: R-really?
CRAIG: No, of course not! Do you really think I was trolling women online? You see, this is why I hate the girls in my school, popular ones especially; they're too focused on social media, blame a certain group just for the actions of one and only think with their vaginas, excuse my French there.
REBECCA: Well, I heard about no troll on the internet.
CRAIG: Huh? But, there was troll called Skankhunt42! He was harassing girls on the internet! The girls all say that every girl here has to protest against boys because we're apparently the cause of every problem.
REBECCA: What, that's ridiculous! I would never take someone guilty just because of what one person thinks, even if you're a boy.
CRAIG: So you're not joining them? I swear to god, you'll be making a big mistake if you do.
REBECCA: N-nah! I wouldn't e-even dream of it!
CRAIG: Really? Oh, thank you, Rebecca! Thank you!
[Craig ends the chat and is just about to go and read a book when the doorbell rings and he becomes annoyed]
CRAIG: Oh, goddamnit.
[Craig walks downstairs to the living room and opens the door]
CRAIG: Tweek, I already told you that-
[He sees that it's Pip who's at his door, not Tweek. He has some boxes with him, all with a downcast look on his face. He is also shivering slightly from the cold]
CRAIG: Pip?
PIP: He-hello, Craig.
CRAIG: Um… why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home?
PIP: R-Red kicked me out.
CRAIG: What?!
PIP: She said that she doesn't want to live with a filthy, disgusting boy anymore, must be something to do with their protest against us.
CRAIG: Their what? [turns away from Pip and facepalms] Oh, goddamnit. You've gotta be fucking kidding me. [turns to Pip again] Uh, listen kid. You can stay with me for the time being, you know until we get this whole thing sorted out.
PIP: Oh, that's very kind of you Craig. But I'm not sure your parents would let me stay.
CRAIG: Eh, I'm sure they will, I'll go and ask them.
[Craig leaves Pip and goes into the kitchen where his mother is]
LAURA (CRAIG'S MOM): Craig, what's the matter? Is there something bothering you?
CRAIG: No, nothing mom. It's just that… Well, can Pip stay over at my house for like a few weeks or so? Ever since this whole trolling crap started at school, he's now been made homeless.
LAURA: Doesn't he have a family he could stay with?
CRAIG: That's the thing; he doesn't have parents, he's an orphan. He used be with one of the girls in my school, but she's now kicked him out and has nowhere else to live. Come on, can he just stay with us for the time being, until we get this whole thing sorted out?
LAURA: Well, sure. He can stay with you as long as he wants.
[Later, Craig returns to the front door where Pip is still here]
CRAIG: Good news. I asked my mom if you can stay and she said yes.
PIP: Really? Oh, thank you Craig!
CRAIG: Hey, don't sweat it, kid.
[Pip enters Craig's house and Craig shuts the door behind him. Later at Craig's room, both Pip and Craig are sitting on his bed, the latter lost in thought]
PIP: I can't believe I'd be so wrong about this.
CRAIG: Well, I… did say that it's gonna happen, didn't I?
PIP: Sadly, yes. I don't know why this is happening now? I remember the days when the boys and girls were friends, they were equals and got on swimmingly with each other.
CRAIG: Yeah, I remember that too. Everything sucks nowadays; people are taking sides, splitting into groups, hating each other for god knows why. It's like nowadays, men and women aren't allowed to be partners anymore.
PIP: Well most girls in school never like me anyways, in fact they treat me a lot worse than how Eric and some of his friends do it.
CRAIG: Oh, do they now? Well, that's girls for you.
[The two boys fall silent for a few seconds]
CRAIG: So I heard Token has been getting over his breakup and so's Jimmy. I'm worried about Clyde though. God, if only there was some way we could show the girls that there's nothing wrong about our gender.
PIP: Don't worry Craig, old chap. I'm sure we can fix everything.
CRAIG: I just hope your right for once.
[The supermarket, which is not a Whole Foods Market, day. Gerald walks out with his groceries looking at his phone. He approaches his car, which has a note under a windshield wiper. Gerald notices is, takes it from the wiper, and reads it. "Gerald Broflovski." He opens it, and reads the message inside, written in red marker: "I know who you are." Panicked, Gerald looks around and gets paranoid. He gets into his car quickly]
GERALD: Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Protocol Zero. No evidence, clear history. E-mails! delete, delete, delete, erase, erase, trash, trash.
[He reaches into his glove compartment and pulls out a hammer called "Protocol Zero." He leaves the car with phone and hammer in tow. An elderly woman draw near as he smashes the phone to bits on the roof of his car. Once he's destroyed the phone, he gets into his car and peels out. He rushes home and runs up to his office. He turns on his computer and begins to delete stuff in the Gerald folder he has on there. After that he opens up the computer and pulls out the hard drive. He takes the computer apart, puts it all in a duffel bag and drives to Stark's Pond, where he sets up a portable foot-operated catapult and launches the duffel bag into the pond. He quickly rushes home again and sites next to Sheila on the couch. Sheila just glances at him]
SHEILA: I saw Nancy Morris today. She has a different hair color. Again. I swear she doesn't think anyone even notices. Her natural hair color must be clear.
GERALD: [frantic] Our computer's broke.
SHEILA: …What?
GERALD: It broke and I had to throw it away.
SHEILA: I thought if a computer isn't working, you try and get it fixed.
GERALD: No, now you just throw it away.
SHEILA: You had all my recipes on that FileMaker program on your computer.
GERALD: I'll get us a new computer tomorrow. Then I can see if we can pull your recipes up from Ike's computer, and that way we- Ike's computer! Shit! [runs upstairs]
[Ike's room, moments later. Gerald runs in and towards the computer]
GERALD: Move move move! [pushes Ike out of the way and gets to work] My computer is off the network, and, and this computer didn't mirror that computer, but they did share the same Time Machine schedule, so then, would any of my files be accessible? No, because they didn't know each other's IP addresses. What if you can access my e-mail account from this computer through iCloud? If I go to iCloud, my e-mails are deleted. Good. Except there's a new e-mail. [It's from unknown] That shouldn't have come in. Why would an e-mail to me have come in if I deleted everything? [he reads the e-mail. It says the same thing the note did] "I know who you are." [spins around and points at Ike] You? Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am, Ike?
IKE: No, but I want to, Dad.
GERALD: [thinks of the Biblical sense] Not like that, smartass! [turns back to the computer and works on his account] Delete! Delete the account, not the e-mails! [gets an e-mail: "You have a Google alert!" He clicks OK and reads] "meet me under the freemont bridge. 9am tomorrow." [panics] Oh God...
[Clyde's house, night. Clyde is by his desk in his room, still heartbroken over his breakup. Flashback begins which shows Clyde at the library when Bebe comes in with a note in her hand, she gives it to Clyde]
CLYDE: Bebe? What's this?
[Clyde reads the note, it says "We're breaking up forever, Clyde. War has officially started on boys – Bebe". Clyde, aghast by the letter runs up to Bebe]
CLYDE: No. Nonononono! Bebe, what is the meaning of this?! You can't break up with me now! I love you!
BEBE: I'm sorry, Clyde. But I have to stand with my girlfriends.
CLYDE: Come on, this is bullshit! I wasn't trolling any of you, honest!
BEBE: I don't care! I-I just have to do it, every boy in this school needs to pay and that includes you!
CLYDE: Oh my god, I can't believe they got to you. Bebe, listen! I-
[But Bebe had already left. Clyde falls flat on his face on the floor, crying. Flashback ends]
CLYDE: [under his breath] Those sneaky snakes in the grass, they're all the same.
[Clyde's dad, Roger arrives into the room]
ROGER: Clyde, are you okay? I've heard from the school that the girls have been protesting against the boys.
CLYDE: Yep, that's true dad. That's how the town works nowadays, isn't it? They get trolled on the internet, blame the guys for everything, and they go along and do all this [slams both fists on desk] SHIT TO US!
ROGER: Clyde!
CLYDE: I mean, what did we do to deserve all of this, huh?! Just because we're all male that means we're to blame for everything?! Why did this have to happen, why?! She was my one true love, the most important thing in my life and then they took it away from me because of some stupid trolling!
ROGER: Clyde, calm down! I know this is pretty rough situation for you, but you've got to put up with it, okay? Let's see how you feel in the morning. Sweet dreams.
*He shuts the door and leaves Clyde on his own*
CLYDE: Sweet dreams, my asshole. I'm already having nightmares right now. I'll get back at those bitches, I'll get them back if it's the last thing I do.
[The Marshes living room, next morning. Stan is on the couch, looking downcast when his mother, Sharon comes by]
SHARON: Stanley, what's the matter? You've been like this since the past week.
STAN: Mom, I'm going through a huge problem right now. All the girls at school are really mad. It's like, one guy gets online and says terrible things about girls and it reflects badly on all of us.
SHARON: Uh huh.
STAN: Everyone's sad, everyone's depressed and nobody knows how to move forward. [sigh] And people say I get depressed often. I guess what I'm saying is, I'm starting to feel a lot of guilt, just for being a boy. How do I not feel that? How can I make things right with the girls?
SHARON: Stanley, you know there's nothing to be ashamed for your gender. I'm really proud of my little, good-hearted boy, you're perfect the way you are.
STAN: If only Nelly thought the same…
[Wendy's house, later that day. Stan comes up to the door and knocks on it. Wendy answers it]
WENDY: Stan?
STAN: Hi Wendy, we need to talk.
[moments later, Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch in Wendy's living room]
STAN: You know, I've been thinking. Ever since this whole trolling thing got out of hand, I'm starting to feel ashamed for my gender, it's like as if being a boy means that you're a horrible person with bigoted views and such.
WENDY: To be honest Stan, I feel the same. With all the stuff the girls have been doing, I sometimes wonder if being a girl is really worth it, as if being a girl means that you're judgmental, self-centered and prejudiced towards people you feel are inferior to you. I just feel so different from everyone else just because I didn't wanna take part in their protests which is rich coming from a feminist like me.
STAN: I just want to ask you this, Wendy; what can we all do as boys to make things better for you girls? What can we do to start the healing process?
WENDY: Well, there is one option; there's gonna be a girls volleyball game tonight at school. Maybe if you and your friends come along to show our support, we'll see that you guys aren't so bad and maybe we can all help you stop the trolling.
STAN: You think that would work, what if the boys retaliate?
WENDY: Trust me, Stan. It's the only way to get everyone together again.
STAN: Well, okay then.
[Meanwhile, Gerald walks under the Freemont Bridge incognito and meets with Dick. Dick blows a puff of smoke at him]
GERALD: [takes off his sunglasses] I don't know why you are harassing me. I don't even own a computer.
DICK: My name is Dick.
GERALD: Are you with the NSA or Homeland Security?
DICK: No! I'm a colleague.
GERALD: A colleague?
DICK: You probably know me as "Dildo Shwaggins".
GERALD: Dildo Shwaggins from ?!
DICK: We need to talk.
GERALD: You're just a troll?! [turns to his left, raises his arms, and looks up] Oh thank god!
DICK: We're on the same team, Skankhunt.
GERALD: [lowers his hand] Wait, but that means I went "Protocol Zero" for nothing. Oh shit [throws his cup of coffee]!
DICK: What's "Protocol Zero"?
GERALD: [circles around and then sits] Everything's gone! I destroyed my computers, my phone! [looks at Dick] Why couldn't you just say, "I know who you are. I'm a troll too,"? Why do you have to be so fucking cryptic?!
DICK: Us trolls have to be careful. You know that.
GERALD: Look, I'm not really a troll, okay? I just started as a Yelp reviewer and got sick of how everyone's stupid comments sounded. I just like messing with people 'cause it was funny. I got carried away!
DICK: These are really dangerous times, Skankhunt. There are there are things happening in the world and trolls have to come together.
GERALD: For what?
DICK: Someone is trying to wipe us out! Our way of life is in danger.
GERALD: It's not a way of life! I was just doing it for the LOLs. Laughing out loud, I mean.
DICK: That's not true. I've studied your work. You're one of the best trolls I have ever seen.
GERALD: [stands up] No, no! I am done with this crap. I thought my wife was going to find out, [grabs his sunglasses] but that was too spooky. [puts on his sunglasses and walks away].
DICK: Gerald, we need each other. The Danish [raises his arms] are planning something horrible against us.
GERALD: [stops and faces Dick] I'm not one of you, okay? I just need to stop. [tries to climb up the steep dirt, but falls down] Ow, goddamnit! God fucking damnit!
DICK: You okay?
GERALD: Yeah, it's fine. Shit happens, you know.
[South Park Elementary School Playground. A group of boys come together and form a semi-circle around Stan, Clyde is still downcast from his breakup]
STAN: [talks while pacing back and forth] Guys, I've been thinking this over a lot and... we need to be more active in showing the girls that we respect them. Wendy said there's gonna be a big girl-volleyball game tonight and we should all go and show our support.
[Kyle and Craig look at each other]
KYLE: You really think that's gonna make a difference?
STAN: I do. We need to show the girls that not all boys are the same and that we are willing to change. [stops pacing]
CLYDE: [becomes angry] Well why don't you shut the fuck up, Stan?! [talks while walking] All I've been hearing about the last few weeks is how [stops walking] this is our problem, how boys need to change? Well I'm getting really sick of it. Everyone else seems to be proud about who they are, but not us for some reason; and then we get this- [points to Stan] tree hugger here telling us that the girls are right! Always have, always have been and think it's a good idea to blame us for everything and throw us in the dirt!
STAN: Clyde, what the hell are you talking about?
CLYDE: [turns towards and points at him] Don't you see?! This is a war [walks from Stan] on all of us. You want to listen to Uncle Stan, well go ahead. Pretty soon [stops walking, and faces Butters] they'll be locking us all up. And don't think you're safe either, Butters. Just 'cause you like Hello Kitty does not mean you aren't looked down upon for being a boy!
BUTTERS: But they haven't-
CLYDE: [turns to his left] The world wants us all to feel shame just because we were all born with these… [points two fingers downward to his groin] things, inside our pants!
STAN: Clyde, you need to calm dow-
CLYDE: NO! We tried doing it your way, Stan. We tried doing what the girls wanted us to do and where did it get us?
BUTTERS: [timidly] Uh… nowhere?
CLYDE: [turns around] Right! It turned us against one of our own match, that's what it did! What happened to Cartman and Heidi was the girls' fault, not ours!
KENNY: (That- that's actually true.)
CLYDE: I'm done feeling guilt. I'm a boy, goddamnit! And you know what? I'm proud of my little wiener. Mark my words, the moment is coming when you all need to decide; are you with your kind, [points at Stan] or are you with this guy?
BUTTERS: Uh, I think we should go with Stan's idea first.
CRAIG: Yeah, I have no clue what you're on about, Clyde.
CLYDE: Well fine! But don't say I didn't warn you when the moment finally comes!
[The Broflovski living room. Gerald taps his fingers with boredom on the dinner table. Sheila then checks on her husband]
SHEILA: Gerald, you've been sitting at the table for three hours now. You okay?
GERALD: [stops tapping] I'm great! Totally good. Just sitting down and... doing nothing. Is there a problem with that? Is there a problem with just wanting to sit and just be? Is that illegal now?
SHEILA: Not at all, Gerald. I'm sorry.
GERALD: I'm totally happy. I'm happy. I don't need to do anything to make me happy, fuck.
SHEILA: Well! I know you said your computer was broken. So, I went ahead and got you something. [takes out iPad from a bag] Here, it's your own iPad.
GERALD: [gets frightened, stands up and tries walking away from Sheila] Ah! Ah ah, ah! No, no! I'm good. Get that away from me.
SHEILA: [turns to her husband] You don't like it?
GERALD: No, sorry! I love it! I'm just swearing off electronics for a little bit. [leans closer to the iPad and speaks softer in a harsh tone] Or maybe I can just get on a couple of message boards. [backs away and speaks normally] No, I'm good! I don't need it!
SHEILA: Gerald, [walks closer to Gerald] what's going on?
GERALD: Nothing, Sheila. I'm fine. [turns so his body faces the table] I'm just trying to make some changes and less electronics is part of it. I'm sorry, Honey. Everything is okay. Promise.
SHEILA: Okay, Gerald. I'll make us some lunch. [walks to the kitchen] Oh uh, did that guy outside talk to you?
GERALD: [faces the front window] What guy outside? [walks towards the window and sees Dick on the other side of the road from his house] What the fuck? [checks on Sheila and then whispers to Dick] Go away, go! [waves his arms sideways] Go! Go away! Go go!
DICK: [shows a note to Gerald that says "WE REALLY HAVE TO TALK", then drops the paper to show the other note saying "IT'S IMPORTANT"]
GERALD: [whispers quickly, closes the blind and curtains of the window, and then walks away]
[South Park Elementary gymnasium. A large crowd of people watch the girls volleyball game]
SPORTS COMMENTATOR: Welcome students and parents to tonight's matchup between the South Park Cows and the Bona Festa Demons.
STAN: Dude, this is awesome! Did you see how many of the boys I've got to come out tonight?!
KYLE: Yeah! This is a pretty sweet turnout!
[Wendy smiles and waves to Nichole, who smiles back]
STAN: This is exactly what we needed. Thank god people listen to me.
[Wendy glares at Stan, who rethinks about what he just said]
STAN: Oh, and you too, Wendy.
WENDY: Yeah. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
[Referee blows whistle]
SPORTS COMMENTATOR: And now please sit, stand, or kneel for the National Anthem.
WENDY: Okay, here we go.
KYLE: This is it.
[National Anthem plays]
CLYDE: [takes off his pants and underwear, pulls his shirt, and raises his fist causing people to be shocked]
JASON: Holy crap, dude! Look at Clyde!
CRAIG: What the fuck is he doing?!
CLYDE: Come on, boys! We all know what he have to do! Show some respect for your gender!
[Other boys gradually start to follow Clyde's actions except for adults, Stan, Kyle, Craig, Tweek and Pip who all look in shock]
CLYDE: You too, Butters!
BUTTERS: Oh jeez, here we go. [he reluctantly takes his pants down]
STAN: No! No! Guys, stop it! [facepalms] Oh, fuck me.
[Meanwhile, Gerald walks through town depressed and then quickly dodges a bicyclist]
GERALD: Son of a bitch! Ahhh! [walks near the Community Center, reads a sign about addiction problems, and checks the group]
[South Park Community Center. A group of guys are in a social group hosted by Randy, among them are Jimbo, Ned, Stephen, Richard, Skeeter, Roger and Andrew, originally know as Mr. Testaburger]
RANDY: Gerald. Hey come on in. You're not alone, bud. We're all facing the same struggles and trying to do something about it. Anyways please continue, Richard.
RICHARD: Well like I was saying, my son was constantly asking me about the school message boards, he said that he just wanted to end it all.
RANDY: It's okay, Richard. You're not alone, my son's been facing those problems too.
RICHARD: It's just, you know, it's making me want to go back to when things were good before this whole trolling faze. You know like, the 80s and the 90s, and things made sense.
JIMBO: So how did the trolling exactly start? I mean, I know about this one guy who keeps harassing women all over the internet and it's supposedly going out of hand.
NED: Mmmmm, what else can we do then?
ROGER: Beats me. My son's already feeling upset about it and there's nothing I can do about it.
GERALD: What is this?!
RANDY: What have been your struggles with internet trolling and your kids, Gerald?
GERALD: Internet trolling? I-I've never even heard of such a thing!
ANDREW: But how? I mean for god's sake; he was all over the news this morning; about how he made a Dutch Olympian kill herself or something.
ROGER: Anyway, Gerald, what has your experience been?
GERALD: Trolling? Yeah, it's been a real nightmare for us and our children the past few weeks, I don't even know what's been going on. [chuckles nervously]
JIMBO: Gerald, come on. The first step towards healing is admitting you've got a problem.
GERALD: Yeah. [stands up and points at Jimbo] Well you've got a fat pussy, and you should go and fucking kill yourself! [calms down] Sorry, I think I'm in the wrong place. [walks away, leaving everyone else stunned]
JIMBO: What the hell's his problem?!
[South Park Elementary: Principal's Office. Stan and Wendy are talking to Principal Victoria and Mr. Mackey]
STAN: Look, I'd just wanna say that I am so sorry for what happened at the volleyball match last night. This wasn't my idea! I had no idea what Clyde was thinking when he took his- thing out. It was going well a while ago… and then that happen.
MACKEY: Well, the way I see it, Clyde and his friends were doing this to protest against the National Anthem after being dumped by the girls, but they did so peacefully and without malice towards others, m'kay.
[Stan and Wendy glance at each other, then back to Mr. Mackey]
WENDY: They took their wieners out!
VICTORIA: Well, it's not like we can't allow them to protest when the girls protested. Don't get me wrong, I do want to be upset with this, but as a community, I have decided that people have the right to protest the National Anthem, regardless of their gender.
WENDY: Now that- that's actually true.
STAN: But do you see what's happening in this school right now? Internet trolling has caused everyone to turn against one another, no one's doing anything about it and it's gonna make things worse if this war keeps going!
VICTORIA: I am aware of that, Stanley. But right now, I haven't decided on what to do with the situation we're going through at the moment, so you'll just have to put up with it.
STAN: So you're just gonna let the boys take their wieners out whenever they want?
MACKEY: Well, that's what happens when girls sit out the National Anthem, m'kay.
STAN: [to Wendy] Dude, this not gonna be good.
[South Park Elementary: hallways. Stan and Wendy put their stuff in their lockers when Kyle arrives, extremely agitated]
KYLE: My god, I can't stand this!
STAN: About what, dude?
KYLE: This whole shitshow that's been going on over the past few days! Girls have been protesting against us boys for some dumb troll, we took down Cartman for nothing, and now the boys are-
CLYDE: [speaks through a microphone while rallying a group of boys with their pants pulled out] We walk together in peace! We walk together in pride! We're not gonna be ashamed for who we are! We're not gonna feel guilt for the way we were born! Wieners out!
BOYS: Wieners out!
CLYDE: Don't let anyone tell you that you are somehow nice because you're a boy! Don't let anyone tell you to not think with your wiener, as if your wiener is a bad thing!
BOYS: Yeah!
CLYDE: What makes us different makes us beautiful! No more shame, no more doubt, no more bigotry! Men rights are human rights too!
BOYS: Wieners out!
CLYDE: Don't be a faggy little tree-hugger, be proud about who you are!
CRAIG: [arrives on the scene with Pip, then he sees Clyde's rally] Oh my god.
CLYDE: You are either with us or against us! It's really that simple!
BOYS: [fading in the distance] Wieners out! Wieners out! Wieners out! Wieners out!
KYLE: [turns back to Stan and Wendy] Y-you see?! That's what I was worried about; things are becoming worse and worse in this school and no one's doing anything, but fight each other!
STAN: I know right? Everyone's being so unbelievably stupid now, I just- I just can't take it! We've tried everything to stop that troll, but he just keeps coming back! I don't know what I'm supposed to do now?
CRAIG: What else can we do then? We're pretty much hopeless right now.
WENDY: [sees Bebe, Annie and Nichole on the other side of the hallway, but they all walk away after seeing Wendy with the boys] Well… I have been working on something about this mysterious Skankhunt person. Maybe this can solve everything.
CRAIG: What do you mean? It's gonna take more than that to try and get the boys and girls together again, Wendy. I just feel trapped right now.
KYLE: [begins to leave]
STAN: Kyle, where are you going?
KYLE: I'm just- I'm just gonna go and think this one through. Surely, we can't be separated forever. Right? [he walks away, leaving Stan concerned]
[The Broflovski master bedroom. Gerald brushes his teeth when he suddenly hears a flute playing. He checks the window and sees Dick playing on a tree branch]
GERALD: [whispers] Damn it! [waves his arms away from the window] I live here! Stop that! [shuts the curtains and lies on the bed next to Sheila]
SHEILA: [stops reading and faces Gerald] You don't have to work tonight?
GERALD: No, nothing.
SHEILA: Wow! I don't remember the last time you were able to get in bed the same time as me.
GERALD: Got all caught up with work!
SHEILA: Hey, I'm not complaining. [closes her book] It feels good to have you here.
GERALD: [gets off the bed and runs away] I'm going on a run!
[South Park. Gerald is going for a run]
GERALD: [gets surprised by the car honking at him] Ah! [raises his fist] Fuck you! [flips his middle finger] Fuck you!
[The Broflovski master bedroom at 2:43am. Sheila is sleeping]
GERALD: [talks from the master bathroom] Yeah!
SHEILA: [fully wakes up]
GERALD: Screw you, Skank! You fat little bitch! Go kill yourself, whore! Haha, nice vagina you have there!
[Sheila gets off the bed and walks near the master bathroom]
GERALD: Yeah, fuck you, bitch! Fuck you! [chuckles] Stupid slut!
SHEILA: Gerald?
[she opens the door, gets scared of Gerald's creepy face, screams, and runs away]
GERALD: [lays iPad in the sink and chases Sheila] Oh, sorry, Hun! Sorry!
[The Broflovski hallway. Kyle notices Sheila screaming and exits his room]
KYLE: Everyone all right, guys?
GERALD: Everything's fine, Kyle. Go back to bed.
[Kyle's room, moments later. Kyle is sitting on his bed, thinking about the previous events]
KYLE: [puts head in hands] Oh god, why are we even going through with this?
IKE: [enters Kyle's room and sees him]
KYLE: Uh, hey Ike. Listen, uh- if one troll posts something up on the message boards, does that mean all boys are bad?
IKE: I don't know.
KYLE: [annoyed] Well- ugh! Of course not! I'm not stupid, you know! [calms down slightly and sighs] I'm sorry, it's just- it's just about this whole gender war that's been going on in school for the past few weeks. It's like I'm trapped in some specific bubble with all the other boys. I mean sure, I do want to stand up for my rights, but not in the way Clyde and the other guys are doing now. [Ike climbs up on Kyle's bed and sits next to him] Oh my god, I just worry about what would happen if this keeps on going. You don't think I'm responsible for the harassment of girls, do you Ike?
[The Broflovski kitchen. Gerald and Sheila sit down at the table to have a talk]
SHEILA: [wipes her eyes with tissue] One night you, you say all of our computer stuff is broken and you, you hide everything and then you show up with all of this new equipment and now this! Please, tell me what's going on!
GERALD: Nothing is going on!
SHEILA: [points at Gerald] You hissed at me! You went [faces to her right, hisses, and then faces back at him].
GERALD: Okay, okay. I'm going to tell you the truth, Sheila. I watch porn on the Internet. I'm sorry. I'll try to stop.
SHEILA: But I know you watch porn. You told me you watched porn and I told you that I don't care, Gerald.
GERALD: Oh yeah! But uh, it's uh, but this is different.
SHEILA: Why?! Because it's not normal porn?
GERALD: Right!
SHEILA: Like something really embarrassing?
GERALD: It's really embarrassing.
SHEILA: Tell me!
GERALD: It's... porn! It's... uh, piss! Porn! Piss porn!
SHEILA: Piss porn? Like people peeing on each other?
GERALD: [stands up] See?! [walks closer to Sheila] It's so embarrassing! No wonder I hid it, right?! [wipes his forehead] Whew! [moves closer to Sheila] I'm sorry! It's good to get it out in the open though. [walks to bed]
SHEILA: Do you want me to pee on you?
GERALD: [stops and turns around] No!
SHEILA: You only like watching other women pee?
GERALD: [walks closer to Sheila] Oh no, no! It's not like that.
SHEILA: [turns around] Because they're pretty? You have to watch around a video because I'm overweight and old?
GERALD: No! I, I, I want you to! I just couldn't ask.
SHEILA: You do, promise? [faces Gerald]
GERALD: [in complete shock] Yes?
[The Broflovski master bedroom. Gerald lies on the bed with his top off. Romantic music plays as Sheila walks out of the master bathroom and onto the bed over Gerald's head, while wearing a sex outfit and peeing on him. Gerald gnarls moving his head back and forth]
SHEILA: Am I doing it right, Gerald?
GERALD: Yep! [gnarls]
IKE: [watches Gerald and Sheila from the hallway]
GERALD: So hot, I mean [gnarls] warm! [gnarls some more]
KYLE: Ike, what the hell are you looking at- [walks behind Ike and gets shocked by Gerald and Sheila's actions] D'aaah! What the fuck?!
GERALD: Oh hey, Kyle. Sorry, daddy's very busy at the moment.
[South Park Elementary: hallways. Tweek and Pip are by their lockers when Craig comes into view, his left eye being covered by his hand]
CRAIG: Argh, that little bitch. [notices the two other boys] Oh, hey guys. Sucky morning, huh?
TWEEK: W-what do you mean?
CRAIG: [uncovers his hand, revealing a black eye]
PIP: My goodness, what's happened to your eye?!
CRAIG: Nelly came up to me when I entered the building and punched me in the fucking face. I think it's got to do with that troll, I heard he struck again last night. God, as if things can't get any worse than they already are! Girls have not only broken up with us, but now they're picking fights with us too!
TWEEK: Agh! Jesus, man! What are we gonna do now, huh?!
CRAIG: I don't know! But we better put a stop to all of this sooner or later!
PIP: Sure we will.
[Craig leaves, but then another punch is heard off-screen moments later]
CRAIG: Ow! Bitch!
GIRL: Take that, wiener-boy!
[Pip and Tweek exchange nervous glances]
[Meanwhile, Stan approaches Cartman, who is putting a few things in his locker]
STAN: Hey, Cartman.
CARTMAN: [turns around] What?
STAN: [pinches his nose] Okay, let's make this quick. [speaks clearly] Look… I'm so sorry, what we did to you. This Internet troll has everyone going crazy. We shouldn't have assumed it was you. We shouldn't have broken all of your stuff.
CARTMAN: Well it took you long enough, asshole. I've been telling you time and time again that I wasn't Skankhunt, but you just wouldn't listen!
STAN: Yeah, I know! It wasn't cool of us. I know you're figuring out how to get back at us.
CARTMAN: Well yeah, but I haven't thought about it… yet.
STAN: Why?
CARTMAN: Because, that girl who quit Twitter now has my back.
STAN: Girl? You mean Heidi? [lays his hand on his forehead] Yeah right, okay. [lowers his hand] I'm being serious, Cartman. Clyde needs to be taken down a notch and you're the best at that.
HEIDI: [overlaps Stan's last few words and approaches Eric] Eric, hey! I got us both chocolate milks.
CARTMAN: Ah, sweet! [he then faces Stan] Oh sorry. Heidi, you know Stan?
STAN: Well, yeah. Of course I do.
HEIDI: [faces Kyle] Oh yeah. Hey, Stan. [talks to Eric while they hold hands] The show's on at five tonight if you want to watch it at your house or my house.
STAN: I'm- I'm not in the mood for that, thanks. I have other things on my mind.
CARTMAN: Oh either way, we totally can. I, I guess Stan has something to talk to us something about first, um. [talks to Stan] Go ahead, dude.
STAN: [in complete shock] The, the school is in trouble, Wendy and I have no idea how to deal with it, and, um our friends are...
HEIDI: He said something about you and him working together to take down Clyde.
STAN: Yeah! Cartman, please! Clyde and Nelly are making things worse for us here and it could lead to something serious if we don't put an end to all of this!
CARTMAN: Well, that's fine with me!
STAN: Huh? No dude! He's making boys turn against girls and flashing their dicks out! Please, just go and do something about this!
CARTMAN: Why would I try and help you after what you and the guys did to me! All I can say is, well… this is still your problem, Stan. [he walks away with Heidi] Come on Heidi, I'll tell you more of my plans in the school library.
HEIDI: Thanks, Eric.
[Stan is left stunned]
[South Park park. Gerald sits on a bench and starts gnarling after seeing a dog pee on a tree. Dick sits down next to Gerald]
GERALD: It wasn't supposed to be like this. I just thought it was funny making people get wild up. It was just stupid-harmless-lock-room humor, till I made that lady kill herself.
DICK: [sighs] You can't deny who you are, Skankhunt.
GERALD: [speaks softer and faces Dick] Don't call me that here! Why can't you just go away?!
DICK: Because we're all in danger. Didn't you see the video I sent you?
GERALD: No! Don't you get it?! I went "Protocol Zero"! I broke my phone, I delete all my email accounts so that nobody can trace me [faces away from the bench] ever again!
DICK: They will be able to, [faces Gerald] everyone. You need to see this video, Skankhunt. The whole world is about to change.
[South Park Elementary hallway. Kyle is at his locker when Stan walks up to him]
STAN: Hey Kyle, uh, have you seen Cartman recently?
KYLE: I don't care, Stan.
STAN: Look, can you go and talk to him please? Something is very eerie about him right now, he wouldn't even help me deal with Clyde!
KYLE: [sighs] Fine, I'll go talk to him. [walks away while muttering under his breath] God fucking damn you.
[School playground. Kyle stands with Cartman and Heidi facing him]
CARTMAN: You want to know what's really going on? I'll tell you what's going on. Even though women have made great gains in the last century, there are still a part of men who aren't comfortable with women having power. It really just comes down to that, and then you have social media which allows men to anonymously say horrific things like "Women aren't funny," even though Heidi's like the funniest person I've ever met.
KYLE: Shut up.
CARTMAN: No, it's true. Get over yourself.
KYLE: No! I'm not "getting over myself", Cartman! There's a gender war going on! I don't even try to be funny.
CARTMAN: Well, you can if you tried. Or do you have sand in your vagina again, Kyle? You potentially-transgender bitch-bastard?
KYLE: Cartman, I'm fucking gonna- [quickly reassures himself] Look, will you just help me and Stan mess with Clyde to stop his little agroclub from getting any bigger? Nelly's is already bad enough.
CARTMAN: Nope, it's your loss, Kyle. You deal with him yourself.
KYLE: What the hell are you on about, fatass? You know what I mean. Come on! We need you back, Cartman!
CARTMAN: [gets mad] Oh I see! You have a problem with Heidi.
KYLE: What?!
CARTMAN: You're threatened by her because she actually has interesting things to say and she is funnier than you.
KYLE: That's not true at all! Heidi is as interesting as a wet blanket!
CARTMAN: [talks sarcastically] Oh she's not funnier than you, [speaks with anger] or is she just not funny because she's a girl?
KYLE: Cartman, what the hell are you- Oh god… oh god, no!
CARTMAN: Look, Kyle, I think it's great you're trying to patch things up with everyone, but the truth is me and her are just kind of out of it now. We gave up social media and the ugliness that goes along with it and we're in a better place. And there's nothing you can do to stop us! [gives off an evil chuckle as he walks away]
KYLE: [blinks several times on what just happened]
[South Park park. Dick and Gerald are sitting together on a bench]
DICK: I'm warning you, Skankhunt, [takes out his laptop and types] this video is really gonna rock your world.
GERALD: [talks softer] Can you please call me "Gerald"?!
DICK: [gives Gerald his laptop] It's very obscure news story from the BBC in England. Hardly anyone has seen it over here. [presses a button and faces away from the bench] This is why we all have to come together, Skank.
[Internet video is being played]
BBC REPORTER: Since the dawn of the Internet, message boards and chat rooms have lit up with people who insight and insult for no apparent reason. They're called [picture of guy with an actual troll behind him is shown] trolls, and a controversial company in Denmark is working to make them a thing of the pass. "The days of trolls hiding behind nicknames and message boards are over!" the Danish claim. As a new website, will soon be up and running. In less than a month, the servers will become active. Anyone can take any troll comment and send it through the Danish service where a real name and real physical address will be attached.
BEDRAGER: [World spinning with the word "STIMULATION" is shown] Every message, every comment [comment is scan, world stops spinning, and a tracer is shown] ever made by trolls will retroactively be given a tag [troll's true identity is shown] with the author's name, location, and [police barge into the troll's house] whole Internet history.
GERALD: [in complete shock] Fffffuuuuuccckkk!
DICK: I told you so.
[Interview is being shown]
BBC REPORTER: And this is the man who has masterminded it all.
BEDRAGER: What this will allow people to do is trace back harmful and hateful postings or emails. You see, the troll hides behind a protective layer if you will that Internet enmity provides. We intend to strip them of that protection so that everyone will know who they are.
[Gerald mops his forehead with sweat]
BBC REPORTER: And what about people who will use this to spy on others who aren't trolls?
BEDRAGER: Uh, what do you mean?
BBC REPORTER: Once your servers become active, anyone can trace anything onto the Internet back to whoever wrote it. How do you stop that from happening?
BEDRAGER: Oh oh, right. [coughs and faces the camera] This service is only for tracing the identity of trolls. Thank you. Kom ud trold, komme ud og dø.
[The video ends]
DICK: I Google Translated the last part. He said "Come out troll, come out and die".
GERALD: This can't be happening.
DICK: By next week, everything everyone has ever done online is going to be available to the public.
GERALD: [closes laptop] Then it's over. I'm dead.
DICK: [faces Gerald] You're not dead, Skankhunt. There's still hope.
[South Park Elementary cafeteria. The girls are on one side and the boys on the other, while Stan, Wendy, Craig (who now has two black eyes), Tweek and Pip are on a table between the two sides]
KYLE: [shouts] Everyone, can I have your attention please?! [everyone has his attention] I know the past few weeks have been very difficult, for all of us. I know now more than ever that something has to change.
CRAIG: You've finally found the answer to who's behind all of this?
KYLE: Well, no. I thought a lot about this the past few days. I've seen a lot of things I never thought I would have seen. These are all complex issues we're all having to face, and now that I know that after you break it down, there's really only one answer. [pulls off his pants, holds his shirt, and raises his arm. The girls get upset while Stan and Wendy look in shock]
BOYS: Yeah! [one of them says "That's right." as they all gradually pull off their pants]
CRAIG: Oh, for Christ's sake!
CLYDE: Good for you, Kyle! Ha! Take that, Uncle Stan!
[Some of the girls leave while some of the boys lift Kyle up]
WENDY: [to the girls] Wait! Don't leave! It's not what you think!
STAN: [now at his breaking point] You know what? You know what?! I can't deal with this anymore! None of this is working! [He leaves his table and heads to the door]
WENDY: Wait! What about the troll!
STAN: You guys can figure it out for your yourselves! I've had enough! [He slams the door behind him]
PIP: Oh dear. It looks like we've lost Kyle to the dark side.
[Secret room. Dick drags Gerald who is wearing a bandana over his eyes]
DICK: [takes off the bandana and crumples it in his shirt] Fellow trolls, let me introduce you to Skankhunt42.
[Ten other trolls are seen in the meeting]
GERALD: I'm not necessarily Skankhunt42.
TROLL #1: It's okay, Skank. You're with your kind.
[Gerald is in shock and Dick closes the door of the room]
TO BE CONTINUED…