When Brian leaves the office, he sees Rickie leaning against some lockers.
Parents flood into a classroom too small for its occupants. Mr. Foster tries to call for order over the parents' fairly loud yammering. Patty glances around, her jaw set. He starts by saying that he wants to tell them about the measures the school's staff is taking to ensure safety at Liberty, and assuring them that violence will not be tolerated -- in the school, not the meeting. He claims that all the school's safety measures will be ineffective unless parents are co-operative. A busty, blowsy blonde near Patty snorts to the woman standing between Patty and herself, "Yeah -- people who come to these meetings are the people who let their kids have guns." Patty smirks, and a man yells at Mr. Foster, "But are you getting the guns out of school? Now, that's the only question that's important." A general "yeah, he's right" ripples through the crowd, and Mr. Foster -- sensing that the meeting has already slipped out of his control -- says that there will be time for all their comments at the end, and a Mrs. Lovejoy type claims that her daughter has been in tears for the past "thirty-six hours," and that she doesn't intend to live in "this kind of terror." Patty's eyes flick from Mrs. Lovejoy back to Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster whines at them to speak in turns, and indicates, as his answer to Mrs. Lovejoy's problem, a counsellor who'll be available to speak with any students who are having trouble dealing with the trauma. Patty smirks contemptuously, and the blowsy blonde scoffs, "Oh, that is good." Glancing past her (apparent) companion to Patty, she adds, "Put the kids in therapy so they can adjust to being shot." Patty snickers. Blowsy sticks her hand up and tells "Mr. Principal" she has a question. Mr. Foster suggests that speakers give both their names, and those of their children. Blowsy drawls, "My name is Amber Vallone and I have a daughter -- Rayanne Graff -- who I leave in your capable hands every day." At the sound of Rayanne's name, Patty's head shoots up and she stares at Amber (formerly blowsy), who we now see from Patty's perspective, as she goes on, "And what I'd like to know is, while you're bringing in counsellors and being all upset, should I just send my daughter to school in a bulletproof vest every day [the crowd, including Patty, breaks up laughing and shouting its agreement and Amber has to yell to be heard] or ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT A GUN IN THE SCHOOL?" Mr. Foster sticks out a hand, and the crowd shuts up as Amber concludes, "It's not the lack of economic opportunity, or the poor home life, or the lack of values, but the guns -- you know, the things that shoot? Are you going to get them out of the school?" The crowd starts applauding. Mr. Foster inhales disgustedly.