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Cast

  • Stan Marsh
  • Kyle Broflovski
  • Eric Cartman
  • Butters Stotch
  • Craig Tucker
  • Heidi Turner
  • Ike Broflovski
  • Jimmy Valmer
  • Token Black
  • Mr. Garrison
  • PC Principal
  • Gerald Broflovski
  • Sheila Broflovski
  • Randy Marsh
  • Sharon Marsh
  • Ryan Valmer
  • Stephen Stotch
  • Barkley and another officer
  • Hillary Clinton and two of her advisers.
  • Newt Gingrich
  • Audience member
  • Member Berries
  • CNN Anchor Paul
  • Driver and Martha
  • Field Reporter
  • Freja Ollegard
  • Old Farmer
  • Lester Holt
  • Man 2
  • Man
  • Patron
  • Simply Heidi
  • Troll hunter

Script

The Damned
[Simply Heidi. Her guest is Freja Ollegard]
Simply Heidi
We are back again with the brave Olympic gold medalist from Denmark, Freja Øllengård. Freja, you've talked about being trolled on the Internet and its consequences.
Freja Ollegard
Yes, Heidi. I believe trolling has a tragic effect on innocent people.
Simply Heidi
You have been the victim of horrific degrading attacks, spearheaded by a troll called [puts on her glasses] skankhunt42.
Gerald
[watching on his computer, holding a glass of wine] Nice.
Freja Ollegard
I've tried to just ignore the trolls, but that only seems to make them attack me more.
Simply Heidi
It must be so awful for you to create a Web site for women like yourself who are breat-cancer survivors and these... monsters get on and somehow make light of it. Even going as far as... ridiculing masdectomies.
Freja Ollegard
Yes, it's very disgusting, but I still try very hard to believe in the goodness of humanity. [cheers from teh studio audience.]
Simply Heidi
I can tell you that the support for you on our Web site has been overwhelming. We'd like to share some comments we've received, many from doctors who believe your Web site is saving lives. The first is a comment from a physician in Spain: "You go girl. You are doing great things. Don't let trolling stop you." And that is from Dr. Juerdior Titsgo [Freja is alarmed at the name], in Spain.
Gerald
[exults at his coup] He shoots, he scores! [Freya knows she's been trolled again and puts her face in her palm]
Simply Heidi
And there's this one: "Believe in yourself and don't listen to the haters. You're an inspiration." That's from Hungarian physician Dr. Cootsier Boobsoff.
Audience Member
Oh no...
Gerald
HA! [throws an air ball] From the 3-point line!
Simply Heidi
I'm sorry, am I missing something?
[The Broflovski house, day. Police cars are in front and a couple of officers are at the door. Officer Barkley rings the bell]
Gerald
Oh! Police! [sheepishly] Yes?
Officer
Hello, sir, we're conducting an investigation.
Gerald
Uh... regarding... uh regarding what?
Barkley
Do you happen to know this child? [shows him Cartman's picture from Photo Day]
Gerald
[relieved] Hoooh. Sure, that's one of my son's friends.
Barkley
Well, I'm afraid he's... quit Twitter.
Gerald
Hooo... another one, huh?
Barkley
Yeah, but this one's different. The events surrounding his quitting Twitter were very suspicious. Most people that quit Twitter leave at least three paragraphs stating that they're quitting Twitter before they quit Twitter. This child just stopped using it.
Gerald
Kyle! [looks up the stairs]
Barkley
We're simply trying to gather information on whether this was a Twitter suicide or a Twitter homicide. [Kyle appears at the top of the stairs]
Gerald
Kyle, have you seen your friend Eric online?
Kyle
[panics a bit] No. Uh, he quit.
Barkley
D'ya happen to know why, son?
Kyle
He probably got fed up with all the negativity and decided to end it. [shrugs] I don't know.
Barkley
Without tweeting a goodbye? People don't just quit social media. They post long drawn-out messages on social media, explaining why they're leaving social media.
Gerald
Look, officers, why don't you just go ask him why he quit Twitter?
Barkley
At where, sir? at where?
[Kyle's room, moments later. Kyle runs in and closes the door frantically, then whips out his phone to talk to some people]
Kyle
Okay, that was the cops! The cops were here!
Clyde
The cops? For what?
Token
You know for what! You know what we did to Cartman! [he's video-chatting with the other boys on his computer, in several windows]
Craig
We did what we had to do.
Kyle
But we were wrong!
Butters
[under his bed covers] It's not the police we have to worry about, it's Eric. He's gonna get us
Jimmy
Hey. W-we all just have to stay cool, okay?
Butters
It doesn't matter. He's comin'. He's comin' to get us.

[Stan's room. He's not part of the conversation. He sits on his bed looking at selfies of Wendy on his phone. Wendy on her bed reading a book and smiling at the camera. Another selfie of her in the sun. A selfie of her sitting at a counter. A selfie of her at a beach making a victory sign with her right index and middle fingers. A picture of Cartman licking the ass of a life-sized picture of him. That picture has him looking at a phone which has a picture of him looking at a phone...]

Randy
Stan? [Stan's door is open, so Randy walks in] You can't just stay in your room all day.
Stan
What happened, Dad? [Randy walks up to the bed] Everything's upside down. [Randy sits] Everyone's taking sides and splitting into groups. [thoughtfully] Everything sucks.
Randy
[rubs the back of his neck] Yeah, everything sucks. [lowers his hand] Everyone's divided. Nobody's getting along. And there's people like your MOTHER who are thinking of voting for a DOUCHE because she doesn't have a BRAIN.
Sharon
[off screen] Go to hell, Randy!
Randy
I don't know what's wrong with people in this town. More and more are agreeing with your mother. I tried getting on community message boards and swaying people's minds but... it always ends up with some asshole talking about vaginas and photoshopping a dick in my mouth. That's where we're at today. Everything sucks.
[Clinton campaign headquarters. She and her staff prepare for the debate]
Aide 1
Here's everything to prepare you for the debates, ma'am. Just try and stay focused no matter what your opponent says.
Aide 2
Don't let him rattle you. He's gonna do whatever he can to try and mess with your head. Bon't buy into it. Whatever he says, just respond with "My opponennt is a liar, and he cannot be trusted."
Clinton
Got it.
[The Presidential Debate]
Announcer
Decision 2016. The first Presidential debate, with moderator Lester Holt.
Lester Holt
Okay, let's get right into it. Our first question is for you, sir. How will you deal with ground troops in Syria?
Garrison
Everyone, I need to just speak from the heart here. Uhm, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I've gotta come clean. Uh, I had no idea I would get this far, [Holt looks confused] but the fact of the matter is, I should not be President. Okay? [Clinton's aides watch from a back room] I will fuck this country up beyond repair. [Clinton's aides smile at this admission] I'm a sick, angry little man. Please, if you care at all about the future of our country, vote for her. Okay? She's the one who at least has some experience. She, she's not as bad as you think, I promise. And unlike me, she's actually capable of running this country.
Clinton
...My opponent is a liar and he cannot be trusted.
Aide 1
NOOO!
Aide 2
Oh my God, she's such a turd sandwich.
Clinton
What he is saying is simply not true. Do not... believe it.
Garrison
[throws his hands up and then faces Clinton] I am giving you this, lady. I AM GIVING you this! What the fuck are you doing?! [faces the audience again] Okay, look, look, just, vote for her, she... she knows politics. She really wants to put this country first.
Clinton
My opponent is a liar-
Garrison
Would you just please shut up?
Clinton
-And he cannot be-
Garrison
Get out of your own way.
Clinton
-cannot be trusted.
Garrison
[in exasperation] Okay, okay, look. [stands up again] She doesn't mean what she's saying. She just doesn't know how to take this because... it's very weird and her advisers probably t-
Clinton
My opponent is a liar and he cannot be trusted. [as she says this, he throws his hands up and turns his back to the camera]
Garrison
Fuck, oh fuck, why the fuck does it have to be her? I am so fucked.
[South Park Elementary, day. Four of the seven boys who destroyed Cartman's electronics are in PC Principal's office.]
PC Principal
Alright boys, I've had just about enough of playing games. [before him are Kyle, Stan, Butters, and Token] The four of you were good friends with Eric Cartman, and yet none of you seem to know why he left social media. [Butters fidgets a bit] Nobody's get anything to say? Well I have a theory. I think... that Eric Cartman... was somehow forced to leave social media as a retaliation for Heidi Turner quitting social media! Now, because of the actions of one sexist, bogoted, racist troll! [sweeps his hand across his desk and knocks a stack of papers to the floor]
Butters
[lets out a] Eeeaaaahhhh!
PC Principal
We have a gender war on our hands! Make no mistake, gentlemen! Our community is under attack! And if we don't get to the bottom of it... there's gonna be more students like Eric Cartman... wandering the hallways with no connection to the rest of the world.
[The school hallways, later. Cartman walks down the hallway dejected. The kids around him are looking at their phones or talking on them as they go about their usual business. Cartman sees Kevin on his phone and sighs, then continues walking.]
Voice
[gruff whisper] Eric. [he looks up. By some exit doors is Heidi]
Cartman
Heidi? Heidi Turner?
Heidi
Come with me.
Cartman
Where? [she turns and walks off to her left]
[The neighborhood streets. Heidi walks, then stops and waits for Cartman]
Heidi
Join us. [points to a park] here.
Cartman
The park?
Heidi
I know how you feel, Eric. I know how hard it is when school gets out. With no phone, no human contact.
Cartman
[begins to cry] I miss my stuff.
Heidi
Come on. There are others like us here. [guides him 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]
[Skeeter's Wine Bar, night. The doors open and Randy rushes in]
Randy
Okay, what?! The fuck?! Is wrong with you people?! I just saw a new poll that says more and more of you are thinking about voting for that douche!
Stephen
Some are. A lot of people like what he has to say, alright?
Randy
You're tellin' me that after that debate, you still wanna vote for that guy?!
Stephen
More than ever.
Ryan Valmer
Yyyup.
Randy
Did you see the same debate I saw?!
Stephen
Don't you get it, Randy? There's people in this country who are sick and tired. Tired of hearing all the rhetoric. Tired of Washington failing us while they pat their own backs. Finally someone comes along and says what he feels. That's why people like him. You can say what you want, at least he doesn't sound like another politician.
[Douche 2016 campaign rally at Pepsi Center. Garrison is speaking]
Garrison
America, please listen to me. I have no idea how to be President. I am a complete jackass, and I have made a giant mistake here. [the crowd cheers his honesty, which stuns him] Nononono, nononono, why are you clapping? I'm not a good person for the White House. I am not a good person, period.
Man
Finally, someone who doesn't talk like a politician.
Garrison
I am peeing my pants... at the thought of being President, okay? [more cheers go up] No! Shut up! Listen to me! [the crowd quiets down] You don't want a guy like me in the White House! You don't even wanna know the shit I've done!
Random Person
Wooohooo!
Garrison
I have scissored with another woman when I had a sex change!
Man 2
He's so honest!
Garrison
No, no! I'm not the guy you want going to Russia to negotiate with Putin. I'll probably end up gettin' drunk and tryin' to suck his dick. [more cheering. He turns away from the mic] OHHHH JEEEZ
[Ike's room, day. Gerald peeks in and sees him at the computer.]
Gerald
Ike, got a minute? [enters and sits on Ike's bed] Let's talk, buddy. [Ike pauses his game and goes to his bed] You know, the school really wants us to keep talking to our kids about trolling on the Internet and how serious it is. 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 Ike, then leaves and closes the door]
[The park, day. Heidi and Cartman are sitting on a bench while a duck stands on the ground before them.]
Heidi
I want to tell you... that I'm sorry.
Cartman
For what?
Heidi
When women first started getting trolled on the school message boards. I was sure it was you. I was wrong.
Cartman
You weren't the only one. I guess I didn't deserve a second chance. I really tried to make changes. I really tried to become a better person. To sh-show that I was trying to listen.
Heidi
So when you held the assembly that woman were just as funny as men, you... you weren't being sarcastic?
Cartman
[earnestly] Women are funny, Heidi. Get over it. Every time Amy Schumer talks about her vagina, I lose my fuckin' mind.
Heidi
Do you miss your friends?
Cartman
I don't have any friends. I don't know if I ever did.
Heidi
You do now. [smiles at him]
Cartman
Kewl.
[Douche 2016 campaign rally at Pepsi Center. Garrison is speaking]
Newt Gingrich
Hello Florida! Please put your hands together and welcome the next President of the United States! [makes way for Mr. Garrison]
Garrison
I hate all of you so much.
Random Person
Yeah!
Garrison
I seriously hold so much contempt for each and every one of you pieces of shit. [cheers] If you vote me in as President I'll seriously throw up and have lost all faith in humanity. [more cheers]
Randy
[watching on TV] I agree.
Garrison
I don't wanna be here. Please just let me go. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know anything. I'm scared. I'm completely clueless how to proceed. I just... spew bullshit and cry myself to sleep at night. Stop thinking that I'm anything more than a douche in over his head. For fuck's sake, please.
Randy
Shit, I'm startin' to really like this guy.
[Skeeter's Wine Bar, day.]
CNN Anchor
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 am so confused.
CNN Anchor
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 Anchor
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] 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] 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!
[The Stotch house. Someone knocks on the door and Stephen goes to answer it.]
Randy
I was wrong, Stephen, I'm votin' for your guy.
Stephen
[surprised] What?
Randy
It's just... [walks in] I see what you mean. He talks like an ordinary person. And he has a lot of the same emotions I do, you know? He's got my vote.
Stephen
Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
Randy
[turns around] What?
Stephen
You wanna vote for that douche?! He'll ruin this country!
Randy
You were just voting for him yesterday!
Stephen
Yeah, but not anymore!
Randy
What happened??
Stephen
I don't know.
Randy
What the hell is wrong with people?! You just don't flip back and forth like that?!
Stephen
You just did.
Randy
[processes that reply] ...I did. What's going on, Stephen? Why does everything suck this hard?
Stephen
I don't know. Nobody knows what to think anymore.
Randy
But how did we get here? Completely confused and with shit for choices? It's like... it's like there are other forces at work.
Stephen
I'm just tired of thinkin' about it. Come on, let's relax and' have some member berry pie.
Randy
[thinks a moment] Member berry pie... [drops the thought] Okay, I love member berries. [follows Stephen to the dining room table]
[At the table. Randy has served himself a slice of member berry pie.]
Berries
'Member Tattooine? 'Member the torture droid? I 'member? Hi, 'member Goonies? I loooved Goonies. 'Member Chunk? 'Member? 'Member the trash compactor? Oh, the trash compactor.
Randy
[picks some berries up with a spoon, but stops] Wait a minute... [a camera pans away from the Stotch house into space, then moves east to Europe, then zooms in on Denmark.]
[Copenhagen, Denmark, at Rosenborg Park. Someone speaks over loudspeakers at Freja Øllengård's funeral outside the cathedral.]
Troll Hunter
[in a Danish accent] Citizens of Denmark, we are under attack. As our ancestors did in days long ago, we must rise to defend our families. [Freja's casket is slowly brought to the altar outside the cathedral] A troll has come into our village and taken from us a beloved princess. He then returned to his secret hiding place, crawled back to his little cave, thinking the Danes would simply cry and run. [a mourner sobs] No. What this troll doesn't realize is that we have been planning our own attack. I'm announcing here and to the world that a plan to destroy the troll is underway. For in Denmark there is one thing we have known for centuries. To get the troll to come out of hiding, you must say its name.
[Community park in South Park, day. Heidi sits on the bench alone, waiting. Cartman walks up and sits next to her]
Heidi
Hey.
Cartman
Hey. [long pause] I was thinking again. About how women are just as funny as men. And then I realized... that the only way to really be sure is to see if African-Americans think they're funny.
Heidi
Why is that?
Cartman
Because, black laughs matter.
Heidi
...Is that a joke?
Cartman
Yes, it is.
Heidi
I don't get it.
Cartman
Yes, you do. [Heidi just looks downward] Heidi, does it ever get any easier? Living in this world?
Heidi
The hardest part is not having any followers. I used to go places just to show them where I was.
Cartman
You wanna go somewhere? I'll follow you. [Heidi smiles]
[Hillvale Farm, day. Organic fruits and vegetable. Pick your own! YES! We Have Member Berries! Randy drives in and reaches the farm house, then steps out of the car.]
Jud
Mornin'. How can I help ya?
Randy
Yeah, I have some questions about uh member berries?
Jud
Yeah'. Everyone wants member berries these days. [turns left and walks off] Right over heah. [Randy joins him] Don't know what makes them so popular. I've had to get rid of all mah pumpkins, mah onions and mah peppahs, just to make room for more membah berries. [the voices of member berries get louder as they approach the berry grove. There are berries as far as the eye can see.]
Randy
Oh my God, there's this many?
Berries
'Member the 80s? Oh, 'member the 90s? Yeah yeah, but 'member the 80s though? Nonono, 'member the 90s?
[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. [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]
Shelia
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
[rushed] Our computer's broke.
Shelia
...What?
Gerald
It broke and I had to throw it away.
Shelia
I thought if a computer isn't working, you try and get it fixed.
Gerald
No now you just throw it away.
Shelia
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. 9 am tomorrow." [panics] Oh God...
[M burgers, day. Cartman and Heidi are eating lunch there.]
Heidi
You dip your French fries in the sweet & sour sauce?
Cartman
Yeah. It's the best, dude. Try it.
Heidi
[tries it and eats] Wow, that's really good. I'm starting to feel like life isn't gonna be so bad.
Cartman
Yeah. I think I am too. Heidi, can I ask you something?
Heidi
Yeah, of course.
Cartman
Do girls... not have balls?
Heidi
Girls do not have balls, no
Cartman
So when a girl goes to scratch her balls, how does that work? [she wonders why he's asking] I just don't understand what's at the bottom of a vagina.
Heidi
[munches on a fry] Do you want me to show you?
Cartman
...Holy shiiit.
End of The Damned
  2003: "The Damned" edit
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