Like Minds Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2006
- 110 min
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You must learn to show him some respect.
Don't walk
away from me when I'm talking to you!
Good God!
He's been busy.
And you make me share a room with him.
But he was dox
at St. Edward's Academy last year.
So why bring him here?
Why, his father felt
there would be more opportunities
for him here,
um... away from the distractions at home.
We're very fortunate to have him.
You're fortunate, not me.
Alex, I have worked extremely hard
to give you what you need.
This boy will have our hospitality.
Dad, please.
Please.
Look, his father is a very important member
- Ohh...
- of our society.
Oh, so that's more like it.
So he's part of your precious club.
and you're doing the brotherly thing.
Yeah, well, does my future depend on that?
- That's enough.
- No. You don't give a f***
about me or this guy.
The only thing
- That's enough!
- You care about is the amount accrued
- off his father's head.
- I said enough!
No, which is fine, but just don't give me
the brotherhood bullshit.
This boy will be made welcome.
He's been studying us
like we're part of his bug collection.
What's he say about me?
This is weird, guys.
Let's just leave it alone.
Hey, listen to this.
"Alex is an egocentric megalomaniac
with delusions of grandeur."
Give me that.
Okay, this little sh*t
needs to be taught a lesson.
The guy's a freak, Alex.
Let's put the book back
before he finds out it's gone.
What do you propose we do, mein Fhrer?
Will you give it a f***ing rest, please?
Sorry.
No, no. I really am.
All right, I'm in.
I'm out of here.
Hello.
Aaaahhh!
Enjoying it?
I can't hear you, mate.
You're gonna have to speak up.
Are you f***ing enjoying it?
Isn't it a f***ing rush?
Oh, crap!
Get out of the way!
So, where the f***
do you think you're going?
- You're a little sh*t.
- That's enough! Let him go.
- You've got to learn to respect...
- Stop it!
No, he's gonna learn to respect authority.
You made your point!
Let him go! Christ!
Alex! Uhh!
His eyes.
There was this terror in his eyes.
If I am guilty,
then it's for letting Nigel get too close.
- Can I be of any assistance?
- Oh!
No, thanks.
It's just the, uh...
the rotor button.
Well, I'll leave you to it, then.
No, wait.
We haven't been properly introduced.
I'm Sally Rowe.
I inherited a passion
for difficult cars from my dad.
Sorry, you...
You're Alex's father, aren't you?
I don't think this is
the time or the place, Miss Rowe.
So, if you'll excuse me.
You can contact me through the school.
Well, I've already spoken with your secretary.
I find it remarkable that,
under the circumstances,
you can't find the time to speak with me.
What is it that you want, Miss Rowe?
I want to discuss Alex's situation
with you and your wife.
Alex's mother died
a long time ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Alex's upbringing has been impeccable.
My son has one of the highest
academic records in the country.
Boys of Alex's ability need...
regimented discipline.
We don't allow any distraction
which might lead
these boys away from their true potential.
And look where he is now.
Why can't you people help Alex
instead of trying to convict him
of something he didn't do,
for the love of Christ?
He witnessed the death of his best friend,
and now this boy...
blows his head off in front of him.
Hasn't he been through enough?
I am trying to help your son, Dr. Forbes.
I love my son...
...and I'm gonna make very sure
that the humiliation you people
have subjected him to is made public.
In almost every single case attributed
to gestalt psychology,
the psychopath's relationship
with parental figures has been troubled.
Broken homes,
mental and physical abuse,
abandonment by or death of a parent.
All can be influential factors
on the psychopath's makeup.
Peace offering.
Your favorite.
Expensive.
Uh...
I came to apologize.
I'm actually busy.
I'm sorry. Okay?
I know I shouldn't have hit the kid.
It was a really f***ing stupid thing to do.
No, relax, Martin.
I'm not gonna make a report.
Cheers.
By the way, do you know
what those kids were up to
the night Josh Campbell was killed?
- The train kid?
- Yeah.
Another one of Alex's dead best friends.
The coroner said it was an accident,
didn't he?
Why? What's the little sh*t telling you?
Do you want to work together on this or not?
- Well, how's it related to Nigel's murder?
- How?
Everything he's been through is related.
- You know that.
- I cannot believe
you're falling for his bullshit.
He's trying to throw you off the scent, Sal.
I want to talk to the Colbies
and work up a profile on Nigel.
- Well, that's gonna be tricky.
- And why is that?
Because we can't find them.
Nigel was moved to another room.
It was strange.
"With a sudden movement,
she bowed his head
"and joined her lips to his.
"And he read the meaning of her movements
"in her frightened, uplifted eyes.
It was too much for him."
We kept our distance.
"Surrendering himself to her body..."
But I felt that my thoughts
were no longer my own.
"...the dark pressure of her soft, hot lips.
- They pressed upon his..."
- The further I sank,
the stronger he became.
It was like he had taken my soul.
I started work on the set building
for the school play.
That mostly kept
my mind off Josh's death.
So, I do.
And I dreamed that I loved Louis of France.
And Henry of England
dreamed that he loved me.
...rusts at the breath
of the first after-marriage kiss.
I could laugh at this poor world myself...
I'm really sorry about your friend.
F*** off, freak.
But you don't have to worry.
He's at peace now.
The harvest moon
is the ripening of the harvest.
And the honeymoon is the goal of love.
He dies of his...
Does it please you?
Take it.
Girl's really something, isn't she?
The last parting shaft
of a forlorn cupid on the king's left breast.
And then when I got back,
the hand was gone.
Did you tell anyone?
Who was I gonna tell?
And why do you think it was Josh's hand?
I don't know.
He was everywhere.
Everywhere.
Look, all I'm saying is that
Nigel could have quite easily taken it.
And how do you feel about Nigel now?
That he got what he deserved.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
You don't.
You get out of my room.
- Have you finished your essay?
- Get out.
It looks like you need a hand.
Get out!
How did he know
I was struggling with my essay?
How did he know my topic?
I mean, he had answers to questions
I hadn't even thought of yet.
But with only an hour left of study time,
I knew I didn't have a choice.
It was like selling my soul.
Poole, rubbish.
Sims, rubbish.
- Better.
- Thank you, sir.
Well, this is a step
in the right direction, Mr. Linden.
Well done.
Excellent work, Mr. Forbes.
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