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Very successful.

I mean, you moved

your entire inventory.

See, the market's

been pretty volatile,

but as of right now,

you have $97,267 and 31 cents...

in your Bitcoin

exchange account.

10,000 in cash.

Now, as long as your Bitcoins

stay in the exchange account,

they're safe, untraceable.

Now, if you were to exchange

the Bitcoins into dollars...

and transfer that money into your

Jacoby Check Cashing corporate account,

there would be a really, really

small chance of it getting traced...

by the DEA or FBI.

I mean, that would only happen

if you were idiotically sloppy...

while setting up

the Bitcoin exchange account.

So you want me

to set up that exchange?

I'm good. I'll do it.

I mean, that- I mean,

it would almost have to be...

intentional.

And why should I believe

any of this, Malcolm?

Is your Jacoby APS

shipping account number...

FX4578?

California regional

bank number 267856783?

Federal Tax ID 95-

Hey, you really should just

upgrade your firewall, you know?

I actually know a guy. He's kind of

familiar with your system already.

You're all out

of toilet paper, hon.

Courtside, okay? Courtside.

Gotta have it. No, come on.

Now, what if I report

to the authorities...

that my securities

have been breached...

and my identity

has been stolen?

As I've just learned,

it doesn't matter

if this bag is real or fake.

Because of where I come from,

everybody's going to assume it's fake.

So, since you and I come

from the same place,

what is the DEA going

to assume about you?

And because you and I are

from the same place, Malcolm,

you should know what a person like

me can do to a person like you.

Yeah.

But that's not what

a Harvard man would do.

Nah, see, a man of Harvard

is smart enough to see...

that would set off

a chain of events...

that would inevitably come

back and destroy him...

and everything he's built.

That would be a shame.

So, I think you should take this

opportunity before you very seriously.

Do everything in your power to ensure

that I become a man of Harvard...

and make sure nothing happens

to a hair on my gorgeous head.

Can you dig it?

Malcolm,

you forgot your bag.

It's fake.

Malcolm.

You're pretty damn arrogant. You

think you're gonna get into Harvard?

Who do you think you are?

Let me tell you

about two students.

Student "A" is a straight-A student

who lives in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

He plays in a punk band

with his best friends.

He loves to skateboard

and ride on his BMX bike.

His favorite TV show is Game Of Thrones

and his favorite band is The Thermals.

He's a '90s hip-hop geek.

Student "B" goes

to an underfunded school...

where teachers who would

rather not be there...

teach kids

who really don't care.

He lives with a single mother, doesn't

know his father and has sold dope.

Now close your eyes.

Picture each of these kids

and tell me what you see.

Be honest.

No one's going to judge you.

Now open your eyes.

So, am I student "A"

or student "B"?

Am I a geek or a menace?

For most of my life, I've been

caught in between who I really am...

and how I'm perceived,

in between categories

and definition.

I don't fit in.

And I used to think that

that was a curse, but...

now I'm slowly

starting to see...

maybe it's a blessing.

See, when you

don't fit in,

you're forced to see the world from

many different angles and points of view.

You gain knowledge, life lessons

from disparate people and places.

And those lessons, for better

or worse, have shaped me.

So, who am I?

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

My name is Malcolm Adekanbi.

I'm a straight-A student

with nearly perfect SAT scores.

I taught myself how to

play guitar and read music.

I have stellar recommendations and

diverse extracurricular activities.

I am a Google Science Fair

participant,

and in three weeks, I helped make

over $100,000 for an online business.

So, why do I want

to attend Harvard?

If I was white, would you even

have to ask me that question?

Nice haircut.

I like it.

I'm- I'm sorry...

for all the stuff

that I said.

There was a lot going on

at the time.

And... that wasn't me.

Yeah, it was.

You might have all these

other folks fooled, but not me.

You're...

complicated.

Anyway, I just came by

to say thank you.

Thank you?

You- You passed?

Mm-hmm.

You passed.

You were supposed to

go to prom with me.

No.

I told you I wasn't mad

about missing prom.

Hey.

I was mad about

missing Six Flags.

I'll pick you up

in the morning.

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