School for Scoundrels Page #8
We're heading north
out of the city.
Excellent.
We'll see you at the rendezvous.
No can do.
This is where I get off.
What are you talking about?
Lesher and I have
our own little score to settle.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
Hawk.
Come in. Hawk.
So, Lesher, tell me,
you ever been
to Peekskill?
I can't understand
what you're saying.
You got to go slower.
Take a breath.
It's all gonna be okay.
Excuse me.
I think we just missed
the, um, exit for the airport.
Oh, he didn't tell you?
Dr. Sherman has
a surprise for you.
There's someone very special
he wants you to meet.
We'll be there
in ten, Walrus.
Copy that, Road Force.
Got my peepers on the party.
Will alert
if there's any movement.
Going somewhere?
Check that out.
It's got your
whole life
and all the terrible things
you've done to people.
Oh, and, uh...
what's this?
Look at that.
Looks like somebody
didn't die, did they?
In fact,
that looks like you with
Mrs. Dr. P-
aka your wife
for the past
15 years,
aka suck it!
You are busted!
Yeah.
Son of a b*tch, you did it.
Goddamn it.
You actually did it.
I challenge you to become a man,
and here you are
sticking it to me
like a champion.
What are you
talking about?
Well, don't you get it, Roger?
The master's program-
you passed.
I don't believe you.
Oh, really?
How do you explain this?
That's Amanda's
first-class ticket
to Miami.
The other one's yours.
"Roger Waddell. "
Just consider it
a graduation present, Roger.
But...
what about all this stuff?
Wait, Lonnie said...
Lonnie who?
You don't mean
Lonnie Ratcliff?
That idiot.
He spent three years
in the 'tard hatch.
Yeah, but his,
his story was...
was just like mine.
Of course it is.
I did the same
damn thing to him.
The difference is, you rose to
the occasion and he fell apart.
I never said
my class was easy.
So... Lonnie...
never showed up
to the airport.
He thinks you flew off
with his girlfriend.
Exactly.
Truth is, I sat here
for two hours like an a**hole
and ate a Cinnabon
and went home.
Oh, no! Amanda!
She's on the way
to your house.
To meet your wife.
Listen, my wife
knows the drill.
She can make her pancakes
while you fly solo to Miami,
or you can get her here.
There's still time.
Oh, and by the way, Roger,
the girl loves you.
She just doesn't know it yet.
Diego, it's Roger.
Abort mission.
I repeat, abort mission.
What are you
talking about?
Bring Amanda straight to the
airport- you got 25 minutes.
Hey, Rog, I don't think
I can make that.
Just drive!
You might want
to hold on.
Look, Dr. P, I...
Barry.
Oh, all right. Barry.
I don't know what to say.
Well, it doesn't happen
very often, but...
every once in a while,
I actually teach someone.
Thank you.
Oh, and hey, Roger.
Remember that night in the bar,
when you made that joke
about maybe someday
you'll teach the class?
Look me up when you get back.
Sorry if the ride
was a little bumpy.
Have a nice flight.
Let me go, please.
Take care.
God.
Let me have a Johnnie Walker.
Make it neat.
It's a good day, huh?
Going to Miami.
d d
d d
Hi.
There she is.
Sorry I'm late.
I had the craziest driver
on the way here.
Oh, don't worry, sweetheart.
We got time.
You know which gate?
d d
Diego,
where is she?
What are you talking about?
I dropped her off
ten minutes ago.
Which terminal?
The one on our itinerary-
terminal four.
Hey, Rog?
Rog, you still there?
Slow down, sir.
Come on through.
Can you remove
your shoes, please?
You're okay.
d d
And how does a glass
of champagne sound?
Sounds great.
And for you?
I'm fine, thanks.
You sure?
Yeah, maybe later.
Amanda!
Amanda!
ROGER:
Wait!
Do you hear that?
No, I didn't
hear anything.
Okay.
Hold the door!
Wait!
Uh, sir...
Sir, um...
Excuse me,
excuse me.
Amanda...
Oh, my God.
You need to get
off this plane.
Listen, pal, I don't know
where your pills are,
but this ends now, okay?
Call security.
Uh, sir, could I
please see your ticket?
I don't have a ticket!
Okay?
Yeah, we need security
at gate 31. Now.
Listen to me-
this is a bad man.
Why are you
doing this, Roger?
Because you need
to hear the truth.
I'm not crazy.
I never broke into
your apartment.
And I never
spray-painted your dog.
I would never do that.
Sir, I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave...
Don't touch me.
You know, I know people
you can talk to.
We can get you help, okay?
You know...
You don't...
understand.
Calm down.
You're not...
listening.
Just breathe.
Breathe deeply.
Oh, God.
Jesus Christ.
It's okay.
It's just a panic attack.
He gets these a lot.
Of course he does.
Um, he's a doctor.
You gonna check on him?
I- I'm gonna get some ice.
Okay, everybody just,
uh, remain calm, and, uh,
we'll get this situation
under control.
Okay, everybody stand back.
Now what?
Where are you going
with this, Roger?
It's your move... Doctor.
Quick, he's not breathing.
Bring me the paddles.
Are you sure?
Yes, I need to shock him.
Come on, get them.
Okay.
Sir, give me a sock.
Quick. I don't want him
choking on his tongue.
Come on, stay with me.
Stay with me, stay with me!
Okay, this is
your last chance, Roger.
I'm not bluffing.
Okay.
Hand me the paddles,
come on.
Quick.
Are you sure?
Shouldn't we try
something else first?
Yes, I'm sure.
Here we go-
1,800 volts
of pure electricity.
Clear!
Sir, you don't have
the current engaged.
Are you sure you know
what you're doing?
Yes, I think I know
what I'm doing.
Obviously,
somebody didn't turn...
Aren't you supposed
to turn this thing on?
Turn it on.
Come on.
Wait.
He's breathing.
You back off.
I'm doing this, okay?
What do you mean, "back off"?
He's breathing.
I said stay back.
Just back off!
Please.
Why are you doing this?
Oh, my God.
You aren't even
a doctor, are you?
Who's a lion
now, b*tch?
What?
Everything you said
is true, isn't it?
How could you?
Oh, please.
Amanda, look, I did it
for his own good.
You broke into my apartment,
you spray-painted my dog?
Well...
Oh, my God.
Is your wife even dead?
Not technically, but
I can explain that.
You make me sick!
Ow!
Get it off!
Get it off you!
Roger! Oh, my God.
Roger, can you hear me?
You okay?
No. I can't feel my chest.
Is-Is something burning?
I think it's you.
I'm so sorry for getting
you into any of this.
That's okay.
Everything's gonna be
all right.
Amanda...
Yeah?
I totally
love you.
I know.
You're gonna be okay.
I like it here.
It's quiet.
Helps me think.
So how have
you been?
Not too good.
My wife found out
about everything.
Everything?
It's been a bad month.
It didn't have
to go this far.
I always push things.
It's who I am.
So, uh, how is, uh...
She's good.
So why'd you call me?
I have something for you.
It's the first diploma
I've ever given out.
Congratulations.
Wow.
Thanks.
You know,
I was thinking, um...
I don't know, if I...
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