St. Elmo's Fire

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Excuse me.

Wendy Beamish and William Hicks.

They were in a car accident.

See the officer about that.

Good evening.

Alec Newberry.

Congressman Langston's office.

If I can be of any assistance...

- Congressman who?

- Langston.

Clear, please.

Are they dead?

- Hi, you guys.

- Wendy.

- Wendy. You okay?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

The car my dad got me

for graduation is totaled.

Go find Billy.

See if you can sober him up.

He almost kills you,

and you're paying?

Jules, please.

Is that your date?

No.

That is.

We're dealing with

a first-time offender here.

Miss Beamish won't press charges,

so why not let it slide?

Forget it, counselor.

I wouldn't strike a match

near his blood.

Okay, you're under arrest.

Watch the sax.

Do you believe in premarital sax?

May I assume the accident

left you injury-free?

Billy, four months after graduation...

...and you still act like

every night's a frat party.

Aren't you even a little

concerned about Wendy?

- How bad is it?

- Severe.

She might have exceeded

the limit on her father's VISA.

You're being arrested

for drunk driving.

Drunk, definitely. I don't know

if you can call it driving.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Wendy.

We'll be right behind you.

Alec, I've got a lot of cash.

Dale?

Dale Biberman.

- Do you remember me?

- Yes, but I'm...

Kirby Keager.

You were a senior

when I started Georgetown.

Right. Kirby. How are you?

I graduated.

I always knew you would.

And I'm a lawyer.

I mean, I'm a waiter...

...studying to become a lawyer.

Dale Biberman.

I can't believe it.

Still like Woody Allen?

I've gotta go.

Nice seeing you.

Don't you worry.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- Hey, thanks for bailing me out.

- Again.

When are you gonna get a car...

...that expresses your lifestyle

as the perfect couple?

Not everyone got recruited out of

school into international banking.

My parents gave me the car. I bet

I was conceived in the back seat.

It's still sticky.

Wait till my father hears

the car is totaled.

Wally, undergrads

sitting at our table?

- Only been there for 10 minutes.

- We've been here four years!

Kirbo, come here.

Where have you been?

It's busy. Where'd you go?

- The hospital.

- What?

- The hospital.

- You sick?

- It was an emergency.

- You could have told me.

- Gonna fire me?

- I fired you last week.

Blinding white light.

Skid.

Tree.

Impact.

I was out of hand! It was a

metaphysical-precision collision.

Was it beautiful for you too, Wendy?

Somebody get me a screwdriver.

And a hammer.

Of course, you do know what it means

to have drunk driving on your record?

I'll never be a cop in D.C.

Wally!

Hi, Wal.

Betrayed.

- So you're not angry?

- No, I'm not angry.

Never trust a woman

who says she isn't angry.

- Tell me about it.

- I'm not.

You're the angry one. I thought

writing for the paper made you happy.

- You should call your wife.

- I'll tell you something, Jules.

Obituaries isn't writing.

All my characters die.

I'd like to write about

the meaning of life.

- You'll get a chance, Kevin.

- Don't hold your breath.

Tommy.

Who's that?

Tommy Bancroft. Senator Hodges'

key guy. I want you to meet him.

- And to be impressive.

- Oh, yes, sir.

The meaning of life,

Kevin, is fun, good times...

...a little H-U-M-O-R.

Don't you enjoy anything anymore?

Like girls?

I enjoy being afraid of Russia.

It makes America feel better.

Russia feels national

worth from our paranoia.

- How's that?

- Good.

Good. I have to check in

with the death squad now.

- Did you see her?

- Who?

- Dale Biberman.

- Who?

No, I said I'm sorry I woke the baby.

Well, I kind of got

in an accident.

I know I don't have insurance.

Just stop shouting.

I need the phone.

- You gonna ask if I'm okay?

- Give me the phone.

Kevin's here. He says

he wants to say hello.

Hi, Felicia. How you doing?

Me? Oh, you know,

it ain't easy being me.

Will you give Billy a break?

He lost his job today.

- The job Alec got for him?

- Yeah.

- Did you give him any money?

- A little.

Wendy!

I thought you were cutting out

things that don't work in your life.

Doesn't leave much.

I better break this to Alec gently.

This thing with Billy

is too destructive.

Life in the fat lane.

Wendy, you're not fat.

My thighs are fat.

No diet works.

Only way to lose weight

in your thighs is amputation.

- What you need to amputate is Billy.

- I know.

I know, but I can't.

I don't get it.

Me neither.

- How about we cut out of here?

- Well, I came with some girlfriends.

Look, this face seats five.

Excuse me.

Could I see you

in the men's room, please?

Sure. Wait,

it'll just be a second.

Alec.

Alec!

Excuse me.

- What?

- Step into my office.

A little pick-me-up?

All right.

Why didn't you tell me

you lost another job?

For some insane reason,

I thought you'd take it badly.

- Don't drown him. He's a father.

- That's right. You're a father.

When are you gonna grow up?

- This is mature, Al.

- I just get angry...

...because you put

pressure on all of us.

Working for Sen. Pomerantz

wasn't for me.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's all right. The wet look is in.

- A**hole.

- That's Mr. A**hole to you.

- How come they put ice in urinals?

- Tastes better.

If we could find the money, it would

be better to get a longer sofa.

Tommy Bancroft said I could work

on the weekends for Hodges.

It's a step up.

Isn't Hodges a Republican?

Oh, my God. You're right.

What happened to that Alec Newberry

political conviction that I love?

Working for a Republican senator

pays more...

...than working for

a Democratic congressman.

We could get the longer sofa,

and we could get married.

- Married? We just moved in together.

- I know. It's great, isn't it?

- We're not ready yet.

- Oh, I am ready.

You're always ready.

I'm gonna get you a red,

lacy babydoll nightgown.

I'm happy in your pajamas,

thank you very much.

I'm happy when you're

out of my pajamas...

...thank you very much.

You don't need that thing.

We're getting married soon.

Let's play some Russian roulette.

And who carries the bullet

around for nine months?

Senator Hodges?

Right.

Jules.

This scuzzy welfare hospital calls me.

Remember my father's second wife?

My step-monster?

The one who locked you in

the closet when you cried?

She lost all my Dad's money, is on her

deathbed and puts me as her next of kin.

What about your father?

He's in South Africa

somewhere with his new wife.

Who's just three years

older than I am.

If I don't find him, I'll be

stuck paying for her funeral.

Is there some insane

irony to this or what?

Thanks, Alec.

Alec is becoming a Republican,

and he wants to get married.

Oh, my God!

I always knew he was a Republican.

What should I do?

- I think you should have another shot.

- I think so too.

You two were the couple always

most likely to couple, don't forget.

I'm sure your father will

take care of everything.

Yes, just like he takes care

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