Scent of a Woman Page #2

Yeah.

- What do you want ?

- What do you mean, what do I want ?

What do you want here ?

I wa-want a job.

A job !

Yeah, I want a job

so I can make, you know,

my plane fare home

for Christmas.

Oh.

God, you're touching !

[ Radio ]

?...from the banks ?

?Of the

mighty Mississippi ?

?Workin'

the whole night through ?

?Till the

riverboat gamblers ?

?Stop to make a killin' ?

?Bring it on back to you

Still here, poormouth ?

Hmm ?

Convenience store...

my ass !

Hustlin' jalapeno dips

to the appleseeds.

Go on.

Dismissed.

Dismissed !

[ Radio ]

?Evangeline ?

?Evangeline ?

- [ Children Chattering ]

- [ Charlie ] Mrs. Rossi ?

Charlie, we're up here !

Come on up.

- Uh, this is Donny.

- Hey, Charlie.

Hi.

Uh, Mrs. Rossi,

I got the feelin' I screwed up.

- Oh, you couldn't have.

- It was a bad interview.

That was no interview, Charlie.

You're it.

You're the only one that showed up.

You have to take the job.

He sleeps a lot. You can

watch television, call your girlfriend.

I promise you,

an easy 300 bucks.

[ Sigh ] I don't get

an easy feeling.

[ Sigh ]

His bark is worse

than his bite.

He was a great soldier,

a real hero.

The man grows on you !

By Sunday night,

you'll be best friends.

[ Sigh ]

Charlie, please.

I want to get away for a few days,

and Uncle Frank won't come with us.

Six months ago, he could

sometimes tell light from dark,

but now there's nothing.

I feel better having

someone else around just in case.

Please ?

Okay, Mrs. Rossi.

Sure.

- [ Sigh ] Thank you, Charlie.

- Come here, you.

There you go.

[ George ]

Chas ! Chas, hold up !

- How ya doin' ?

- I'm good.

That's great.

This can't go out.

This is on reserve.

Here's the thing.

I need the book tonight...

- for a Thanksgiving quiz with

big-sh*t Preston in the morning.

- Yeah, I know.

That's why he put it on reserve.

This is our only copy.

Chas, I'm pullin'

an all-nighter.

Without that book

I'm dead, okay ?

If it's not back by 7:30,

it's gonna be my ass.

Oh, I promise.

I promise.

- [ Whispering ] Got it ?

- Yeah.

Just a second.

I gotta lock up.

Okay.

God, can you wait to get out

of this dump or what ?

Where you guys

going skiing again ?

- Sugarloaf or --

- It's bush, Chas, Sugarbush.

That's my boys. [ Whistles ]

What are you doin' ?

Keep your voice down !

I'll tell you about it

in the morning.

- Shh.

- Wha--

- Miss Hunsaker, have a nice day ?

- George, why all the noise ?

[ Whispering ]

It's hunsaker ! Go ! Go !

I was just

messin' around with Chas.

- Good evening, Charles.

- Hi, Mrs. Hunsaker.

- What was that ?

- I don't know, ma'am.

- Who were those boys ?

What were they doing ?

- Oh, who knows ?

- Charles ?

- Um --

- Did you make this scarf yourself ?

- No, George, I bought it.

- 'Cause it's a beauty. It really is.

- Thank you, George.

In case I don't see you before

the Thanksgiving holidays,

- why don't you give me

one of your big hugs ?

- Oh, George !

- Please ? Come on.

- Good evening, boys.

Good-bye,

Mrs. Hunsaker.

[ Jimmy On Loudspeaker ]

Mr. Trask is our fearless leader,

a man of learning,

a voracious reader.

He could recite the "Iliad"

in ancient greek...

while fishing for trout

in a rippling creek.

Endowed with wisdom,

of judgement sound,

nevertheless about him

the questions abound.

[ Hissing Sound ]

How does Mr. Trask

make such wonderful deals ?

Why did the trustees

buy him Jaguar wheels ?

He wasn't conniving !

He wasn't crass !

He merely

puckered his lips...

- and kissed their ass !

- [ Boys Laughing ]

Come on.

Come on.

One more !

One more, come on !

[ Whistling, Cheering ]

Aah !

F*** you !

[ Trask ]

Mr. Simms, Mr. Willis.

Hmm.

Mrs. Hunsaker says that you gentlemen

were at a vantage point last night...

to observe who was

responsible for this, uh,

stunt.

Who was it ?

I really couldn't

tell you, sir.

Um, I thought I saw someone

fooling with the lamppost,

but by the time I pulled focus,

they were gone.

Mr. Simms ?

I couldn't say.

That automobile is not

just a possession of mine.

That automobile was presented

to me by the Board of Trustees.

It is a symbol of the standard

of excellence for which

this school is known,

and I will not

have it tarnished.

The automobile ?

The standard,

Mr. Willis.

- What's your position, Mr. Simms ?

- On what, sir ?

On preserving the

reputation of Baird.

- I-I'm for Baird.

- Then, who did it ?

I really couldn't say for sure.

Very well.

First thing Monday,

I'm convening a special session...

of the student-faculty

disciplinary committee.

As this is a matter which

concerns the whole school,

the entire student body

will be present.

There will be no classes,

no activities.

Nothing will transpire

at this institution...

until that proceeding

is concluded.

And if, at that time,

we are no further along than we are now,

I will expel you both.

[ Clearing Throat ]

Mr. Willis,

would you excuse us ?

Have a nice Thanksgiving.

Thank you.

You too, Mr. Willis.

I will.

[ Door Closing ]

Mr. Simms.

I'm not quite through

with you yet.

One of the few perks

of this office is that...

I am empowered to handle

certain matters on my own as I see fit.

Do you understand ?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

The Dean of Admissions at Harvard

and I have an arrangement.

Along with the usual sheaf of applicants

submitted by Baird,

of which virtually,

oh, two-thirds are

guaranteed admittance,

I add one name,

somebody who's a standout

and yet, underprivileged;

a student who cannot afford to pay

the board and tuition in Cambridge.

Do you know on whose behalf

I drafted a memo this year ?

- No, sir.

- You. You, Mr. Simms.

Now can you tell me

who did it ?

No, sir, I can't.

You take the weekend

to think about it, Mr. Simms.

Good afternoon.

What'd he say ?

- Nothin'.

- What do you mean, nothing ?

He said the same thing.

He just said it over.

You know what

he's doing ?

He's good-cop,

bad-coppin' us.

He knows I'm old guard.

You're fringe.

He's gonna bear down on me

and soft-soap you.

[ Laughing ]

Did he try to soft-soap you ? Did he ?

No.

Chas, I detect a slight panic pulse

from you. Are you panicking ?

- Yeah, a little.

- Come on.

- You're on scholarship, right ?

- Yeah.

You're on scholarship

from Oregon... at Baird.

You're a long way from home, Chas.

What's that got to do

with anything ?

I don't know how

it works out there.

But how it works here ?

We stick together.

It's us against them,

no matter what.

We don't cover our ass.

We don't tell our parents.

Stonewall everybody !

And above all,

never, never...

Leave any of us

twisting in the wind.

And that's it.

What does that have to do

with me being on scholarship ?

Hey, hey !

I'm just tryin' to bring you

up to speed, kid, that's it.

Thanks.

I'll tell you what. Give me a few hours

to figure out the moves,

and call me tonight

in Vermont.

I'll be at the Sugarbush lodge,

all right ?

All right.

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