15 march 1999 [evidence item #265]

eric harris and dylan klebold are sitting in the harris home basement-level family room.
eric is sitting on the couch and dylan’s sitting in a chair nearby. they’re drinking from a jack daniels bottle, which eric points out. the boys begin to discuss a number of topics; they speak of their hope that the videos they’re making will one day be shown all over the world, when their “masterpiece” is done and everyone wants to know why they did it.

DYLAN KLEBOLD: i’d like to make a thank you to mark john doe and phil john doe. i hope you don’t get fucked. [eric laughs; dylan continues] “we used them. they had no clue... don’t blame them. and don’t fucking arrest them. don’t arrest any of our friends, or family members or our co-workers. they had no fucking clue. don’t arrest anyone, because they didn’t have a fucking clue. if it hadn’t been them, it would’ve been someone else over twenty-one.

they mention the time a clerk from green mountain guns called eric’s home.
eric’s dad, wayne harris, answered the phone. when the clerk told him, “hey, your clips are in,” wayne — who owned guns himself — told the clerk he hadn’t ordered any clips. eric said his father never asked whether the caller even had the right phone number. eric says if either the clerk or his father had asked just one question, “we would have been fucked.”

KLEBOLD: we wouldn’t be able to do what we’re going to do.

they then talk about brandon larson and how “you will find his body.” the boys talk about the large propane bombs they plan to use on the unsuspecting students in the school cafeteria. they discuss bombs and two bags of “propane and napalm,” and mention mr. stevens and the shotgun. “we’re proving ourselves,” they tell the camera, and go on to discuss their philosphies. eric says he isn’t spending much time with his family, so that there won’t be any “bonding” and “this won’t be harder to do.”

ERIC HARRIS: i'm sorry i have so much rage, but you put it on me.

eric then complains about his father and how his family had to move five times. he says he always had to be the new kid in school, and was always at the bottom of the “food chain,” and had no chance to earn any respect from his peers as he always had to “start out at the bottom of the ladder.” he hated the way people made fun of him: “my face, my hair, my shirts.” he’s wearing a t-shirt that has the words “wilder wein” printed on it — he references the shirt several times during the video but never explains what it means. [“wilder wein” is a song by rammstein.]

HARRIS: more rage. more rage. [motions with his hands for emphasis] keep building it on.

KLEBOLD: if you could see all the anger i’ve stored over the past four fucking years...

dylan then recalls how popular and athletic his older brother byron was and how he constantly “ripped” on him, as did his brother’s friends. according to dylan, with the exception of his parents, his extended family treated him like the runt of the litter.

KLEBOLD: you made me what i am. you added to the rage.

dylan says that as far back as the foothills day care center he hated the “stuck-up” kids who he felt hated him.

KLEBOLD: being shy didn’t help. i’m going to kill you all. you’ve been giving us shit for years. fuck you, walsh.

the boys go on to discuss walsh patrolling deer creek. [deputy tim walsh primarly works the south end of jefferson county.] the teens then talk about how there’s “a month and a half left.” they mention green mountain guns again and how they phoned the house, leaving a message on the answering machine: “your clips are in.” dylan and eric brag about hiding their tools of death — and about the close calls along the way. eric shows the camera a black tackle box with his bomb-making equipment stowed inside. they boast about concocting their plan under the noses of unsuspecting parents and friends. dylan recalls a time when his parents walked into his bedroom while he was trying on his trenchcoat to see if it would hide his sawed-off shotgun.

KLEBOLD: they didn’t even know it was there.

eric tells about a day he was going to go shooting in the mountains. he had his shotgun in a gym bag: it was in his “terrorist bag, sticking out.” when he walked by his mother, she saw the butt of the gun but she assumed it was nothing more sinister than his bb gun. fooling people was a point of pride for both boys, one they gloat about during the video-taping.

HARRIS: i could convince them that i’m going to climb mount everest, or i have a twin brother growing out of my back. i can make you believe anything.

the subject shifts and they begin talking about several people they know. they make a comment about dustin harris, and how “everything you say is pointless.”

HARRIS: shut the fuck up, nick, you laugh too much! and those two girls sitting next to you, they probably want you to shut the fuck up, too! jesus! rachel and jen... and... whatever.

KLEBOLD: i don’t like you, rachel and jen, you’re stuck up little bitches, you’re fucking little . .. christian, godly little whores!

HARRIS: yeah... “i love jesus! i love jesus!” — shut the fuck up!

KLEBOLD: what would jesus do? what the fuck would i do?

klebold acts like he’s shooting the camera with his hand, with sound to accompany it.

HARRIS: i would shoot you in the motherfucking head! go romans! thank god they crucified that asshole.

HARRIS AND KLEBOLD: go romans! go romans! yeah! woo!

eric discusses “arlene,” his 12-gauge savage shotgun.

HARRIS: thanks to the gun show, and to robyn. robyn is very cool. [robyn was a friend of klebold who had purchased the gun for him.]

the boys then decide to take a video tour of “reb’s room” and “all the illegal shit” in it. dylan backs out of the room with the camera and pretends to be eric’s mother.

HARRIS: [waves at the camera] hi, mom.

taping eric harris’s bedroom, they record a desk with a hutch, where eric points out a pair of gloves which he says he took from a doctor’s office and uses for making bombs. he points out several packages of fireworks on top of a speaker, which is also on top of the hutch. he also calls attention to a soda can with several shots through it, along with quite a few shotgun shells sitting atop the hutch. he then points out a small “black treasure chest” that he calls a “good hiding place.” eric then points out a small bullet that he says is his “first bullet,” then in a drawer he shows off a stash of solar igniters, batteries, pipes, clocks, and engines. he pulls out a black two-bell alarm clock that he discusses using to build a bomb with and then takes out what he describes as “completed pipe bombs” from a home base bag taken from one of the desk drawers. he pulls out another home base bag filled with more pipe bombs he calls the “beta batch,” at which point dylan mentions the “bunker.” dylan tries to film out the west window but it’s too dark outside; all that records is the glare on the window

HARRIS: you can’t see it, it’s buried there. that’s why it’s called a bunker.

eric says there are “four mortar grenades, ten crickets, and three alphas.” he then points out a blue spiral notebook that he calls his “journal.” eric opens another drawer, revealing a piece of the handle of one of their sawed-off shotguns. also filmed in one of the drawers are two clocks which the boys describe as “future bombs.” they show off a box of “crickets” — small CO2 cartridges, duct-taped with fuses.

dylan turns the video camera toward the dresser that’s against the west wall. eric opens up a door and points out a “hell dog drawing” taped to the inside of the door. he says it was given to him years ago. next to it is a piece of paper on which is written an “anarchist substitute ingredient list.”

eric goes on to describe a “25 pound bag of #8 buckshot” which is inside the dresser, but isn’t shown on the tape. eric then pulls out a bb rifle from what he describes as the hall closet (though it appears, on the tape, to be a closet in his room). he says this is where he keeps his shotgun. he also takes a box out of the closet and tells the camera that this is his knife. from the box he pulls out a black-handled combat knife in a black sheath. he says that he paid $15 for it. eric says there’s a swastika on the side and the camera zooms in to show the swastika etched into the sheath.

on the east wall, adjacent to the bedroom door, the teens point out a coil of green wire that they call a “50 foot cannon fuse.” they move to the bookcase on the east wall, talking about a “demon knight” cd case, which eric opens to reveal a receipt from green mountain guns for “nine magazines” of 9mm carbine rifle bullets that they purchased for $15 each. eric then removes a cd rack to expose three large pipe bombs hidden behind it, which he calls the “biggest.”

eric then pulls out a black card box filled with “twenty-nine crickets” (more CO2 cartridge bombs). eric then points to an area of the room (though the camera doesn’t follow where he points) and describes a “coffee can in the corner which is full of gunpowder.” the camera then focuses in on a black plastic box with the word “explosives” scratched into the side, sitting near the north wall of eric’s bedroom on the floor. dylan mentions how eric’s parents took it away from him. eric adds that they only took the pipe bomb out of it, and gave the box back. inside the box the camera shows clock parts, fuses, tools, and CO2 cartridges. they also tape a white plastic file case that holds “nails for pipe bombs, caps to be filled with gunpowder,” two boxes of 9mm rounds (50 bullets in each), 12 shotgun shells in a box, another box of shotgun shells, clips for a gun, and webbing. “what you will find on my body in april,” eric tells the camera.

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HARRIS: [in reference to the kentucky and arkansas shootings] do not think we’re trying to copy anyone. we had the idea before the first one ever happened. our plan is better, not like those fucks in Kentucky with camouflage and .22s. those kids were only trying to be accepted by others.

they go on to talk about how they hate all races: “niggers, spics, jews, fucking whites.” they also mention enemies that abused them and friends who didn’t do enough to defend them. in one segment, eric and dylan spend more than an hour discussing their hatred for humanity and their fellow students, whom they vowed to kill. they name some of the classmates they hope to murder. a couple of times during the rants dylan warns eric to talk more quietly so as not to wake eric’s parents who are sleeping upstairs.

HARRIS: we need a fucking kick start. if we have a fucking religious war — or oil — or anything. we need to get a chain reaction going here. it’s gonna be like fucking doom man — after the bombs explode. tick, tick, tick, tick . . . haa! that fucking shotgun [he kisses his gun] straight out of doom. go ahead and change gun laws — how do you think we got ours?

the boys talk about starting a revolution of the dispossessed.

HARRIS we’re going to kick-start a revolution.

they discuss coming back as ghosts to haunt the survivors, to “create flashbacks from what we do and drive them insane,” eric tells the camera.

HARRIS: you guys will all die, and it will be fucking soon! i hope you get an idea of what we’re implying here. you all need to die! we need to die, too! we need to fucking kick-start the revolution here!

KLEBOLD: the most deaths in us history.

HARRIS [kisses shotgun] hopefully.

KLEBOLD: : we’re hoping. we’re hoping. i hope we kill 250 of you. it will be the most nerveracking 15 minutes of my life, after the bombs are set and we’re waiting to charge through the school. seconds will be like hours. i can’t wait. i’ll be shaking like a leaf.

HARRIS: i hope people have flashbacks. [making shooting noises while aiming his shotgun] isn’t it fun to get the respect we’re going to deserve? we don’t give a shit because we’re going to die doing it.

it’s getting late; eric looks at his watch and says it’s 1:28 am on March 15. dylan says people will note the date and time when watching it.

KLEBOLD: [predicting his parents’ feelings of regret] if only we could have reached them sooner, or found this tape.

HARRIS: [also predicting] if only we would have searched their room. if only we would have asked the right questions. [talks about his mother being thoughtful, bringing him candy and slim jims] i really am sorry about all this.

KLEBOLD: they gave me my fucking life. it’s up to me what i do with it.

HARRIS: [shrugs] my parents might have made some mistakes that they weren’t really aware of. they’re going to go through hell once we’re finished. they’re never going to see the end of it. [eric quotes the same shakespeare line found in his day planner on the date for mother’s day] good wombs hath borne bad sons.

KLEBOLD: [talks about how his parents taught him to be independent and self-reliant] i appreciate that.

they talk about how they want movies to be made about their story. eric says he wants the film to have “a lot of foreshadowing and dramatic irony.” he mentions a poem he wrote where he imagined himself as a bullet.

KLEBOLD: directors will be fighting over this story. i know we’re gonna have followers because we’re so fucking godlike. we’re not exactly human — we have human bodies but we’ve evolved into one step above you, fucking human shit. we actually have fucking self-awareness.

the boys talk about whether tarantino or spielberg should direct the film.

this transcript was taken from here , however i plan to compile several sources. this page is a work in progress.

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