Pound of Flesh Page #3

Quit apologizing, because

I'm never going to forgive you.

Poor Jean. Hell hath no fury

like a woman scorned.

Perhaps I should have taken her

more seriously.

No, no, no.

Hey! Wha? Ooh...Ah!

Thank you for my little gift.

It's your homework. You give way more

than any other professor.

Well, I hope so. I want my smart students

to be smarter.

What the hell are they doing

out there?

Fraternity initiation... deflowering

of the fittest and all thatjazz.

Vestal Virgins exempt, of course.

- Of course.

you know, I don't know what you see in

those lads, and that boyfriend of yours...

...he can't complete a compound sentence.

Please, let's not talk about him.

Oh, I got a gift from the new one.

Let's see. Ooh...oh.

It's quite a cheap one, I'm afraid.

Tell me...

...was he naughty?

- Oh!

Well, I'd like a bonus.

All right, well, I was thinking about

giving you an "A".

That's all?

- Yeah, that...why not?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, did you see the present

I got from Dean Jean?

That's Dean Jean's?

- No, no, no, she...

She threw it at me. It's just amazing.

- I don't know.

So I put it there,

over the head of Shakespeare.

It's very handsome on Shakespeare.

- Isn't it?

It makes a good hat.

And some more men, Tom?

More men? This is plenty of men.

You see, you're concerned with numbers.

I am concerned with power.

Peter and I are enough men to

handle every single one of you...

...because we are hung like donkeys.

- Like donkeys?

Evelyn and I have nowhere

to take our sexual energy.

This party is a total suck fest.

I know where you can take your sexual

energy. - Stop fighting. We love it!

Hey. How are you?

Let's go swimming. Come on.

Beautiful idea, right?

I don't want to. I can't swim.

Come on.

- Thanks.

I can't.

Okay, everyone! To the pool!

Here we go!

I'm just want to go home.

You can't swim like that. you need

a birthday, so put your birthday suit on.

I just...

You have to put on your birthday suit.

Birthday suit...Happy Birthday.

What are you doing?

- I'm getting you ready to swim.

I don't want to.

- yes, you do.

I'll teach you.

Campus Security picked up

a bunch of drunk kids...

...skinny-dipping last night.

One of them almost drowned.

Yeah, well, rich kids

can't handle their drinks.

Dean Clark called, asked us

to send an officer over...

...to preach to the students

about alcohol abuse.

I immediately thought of you, Kelly.

- Why me?

Call it a woman's intuition.

You're on at five-thirty.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Don't we have a murder case

to solve here, Sarge?

Listen, I'm not the guy to be telling people

how to get their lives together.

And I don't even like f***ing kids.

Well, you've got until five-thirty

to become that guy.

Yeah, I remember, I tried to

drink myself...

...into an early grave at your age too.

My education,

I flushed it down the toilet.

Flushed it down the toilet, you know?

So, I became a cop.

Now that's not my first choice, but it

means I get to see a lot of you kids...

...making bad choices, getting

yourself into bad situations...

...that you can't get out of. Because

college is like this sewer...

...where you kids are drowning

in bad drink...

...in cheap liquor, bad drugs and...

...drunken one night stands.

- What's wrong with that?

Well, then you wake up...

...and you're nowhere.

You've got to focus if you want

something out of this life.

Because it's tough out there. It's...

...tough.

And you get one chance to do

something with your life, one chance...

...and that's it. To make a

difference in this world, guys...

...seize the day!

All right, get out of here. Go on.

Rachel, it's time for your tutorial,

so I'll be right out.

Thanks.

Yes, so very illuminating, Detective.

I don't know.

- Noah Melville. I teach the Classics.

Or at least I try to.

There's one... I was wondering.

What was your first choice in college...

...before all the drunkenness

and all the rest of it...

What was it?

I wanted to write crossword puzzles.

Oh, crossword puzzles, really?

yeah.

- I like that.

As much as I love words, I don't think...

I don't think I've got

the patience of puzzles.

Amazing. I've got to run along, but don't

be a stranger. My door is always open.

See ya.

A**hole.

When I hear your talk-speak...

my eyes roll back,

my knees get weak...

Let me play the fool. With mirth

and laughter, let old wrinkles come.

I know that line.

- you do?

I do!

I want you to really study that,

and write me a paper on it.

Okay, I can do that.

- All right.

When's your next race?

- Saturday.

Oh, great. Cameron!

Hello, Noah. How are you?

- Good, thanks. Nice to see you.

Hello, track star.

I hope I'm not too late.

Oh, you're right on time.

It looks like our Rachel here

is ready to break Barden's record...

...at the four-hundred meters hurdles.

Well, let's drink to that, shall we?

Here we are.

- Thank you.

There we are.

- Ah.

Well, uh, here's to Rachel.

- Yes.

Not only a fine athlete, but one of

our brightest Shakespearean scholars.

To Rachel...her brains...

Her beauty.

Cameron, I know you agree that Rachel

is very deserving of her scholarship.

Of course you'll want

to review her progress.

Well, if you're available,

we can start right now.

Only if Professor Melville excuses me

from my homework. He's very tough.

Ah. Mmm.

Well, why don't we consider

the review your homework?

Touch my, touch my heart...

Seeing that beaming smile

on a client's face...

...is the reward

of a successful matchmaker.

And living by my rules ensured our success.

One...no one talks about the club.

Two...you graduate and you're out.

These were Barden girls,

headed places.

Their education was as important to me

as their performance in the field...

...and like any student athlete,

only had four years of eligibility.

Three...I pick the clients

and made the arrangements.

After all, the unenlightened

frowned on freedom of choice.

I knew the waters,

and could guide them.

Secrecy was our watchword.

The slightest misstep

could lead to our downfall.

Our Jane Doe's DNA

doesn't match anyone in the database.

What about the semen?

- Nada.

Dean Clark called. All the Barden girls are

accounted for. She's not a student.

But it could be a member of

the faculty. Somebody with...

...a little money, power, prestige,

like that pompous ass and his harem. Eh?

If you mean Noah Melville?

- Yeah, that guy.

Well, I'm told he's the most

popular teacher on campus.

yeah, with young girls like our victim.

Come on, let's get his DNA. Come on.

Well, I wouldn't trust him with my

daughter, but he's not a killer.

All right.

You can'tjust bring him down here

and collect a sample for no reason.

All right. F*** it.

Why don't you take his class?

- Oh, Jesus Christ. No.

Why?

Listen, the guy's into good-looking

young girls, okay?

Yeah, no. I'm not a girl.

- you're hot, Sarge.

I'm not hot.

you're hot. yes you are.

Hey, hey Sarge! I wore this tie for you.

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