Stealing Cars

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We crossfaded

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

We got a stolen vehicle.

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

Crossfaded

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

Getting higher and higher

We crossfaded

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

We crossfaded

I don't think I'm gonna make it

I don't think I'm gonna make it

Hello?

Hello.

Hi.

How are you? Fine. You?

Fine. Good!

Where's the gate?

Bye.

Bye.

You know,

when Sonny gets an idea in his head...

he's just a mad man.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

Attica!

Whoo!

- You're Billy's sister, right?

- Yeah.

You seen him around?

- Oh, Ollie.

- Speak of the devil.

Yeah. Come on, man.

I told you, not here.

I'm sorry, man.

- I forgot what you said.

- All right. Hey, go see Dad, yeah?

William Wyatt.

My name is Conrad Sean Lewis.

You will call me Mr. Lewis.

And the uncles,

the aunts, the cousins...

nieces, the nephews

that lived in those walls.

A gibbering pack of tree apes

that said nothing, nothing, nothing...

and said it loud, loud, loud.

Let me be the first

to welcome you to the BCFB.

After you.

There's a new guy.

You're in luck.

You're just in time for dinner.

Table 4, Elvis.

Stand up, new boy.

Stand up.

Ooh...

Were you eyeballing me, new boy?

I don't know, but I

don't think I was, sir.

Did I say you could talk?

- You kind of implied permission, sir.

- What?

The implication was that

you wanted an answer.

When I want an answer,

I will tell you, understood?!

I just asked you a question,

new boy!

Certainly even you, sir, can see

how confusing this is becoming.

Chill, chill, chill.

Lucky.

You've been here exactly five minutes.

That's an impressive beginning and

an ominous portent of things to come.

My name is Montgomery De La Cruz, the

director at the Bernville Camp for Boys.

I wanna welcome you.

I know it might seem hollow...

because there's got to be

some other place you'd rather be.

Isn't there?

- I'm waiting.

- Some other place I'd rather be...

- Some places, sure.

- A simple yes or no will suffice.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

But you didn't do very well in those other

places you'd rather be, now, did you?

That's hard to say, sir. I haven't actually

been to some of the places I'd rather be.

Tough guy over here.

Come with me.

What made him think

he can get away with this?

- Get out of here, man.

- Eat in silence.

Now, Mr. Wyatt, you and I are

gonna engage in witty byplay...

but perhaps when you have

a tad less energy...

and not in front

of the general population.

Do we understand each other?

I doubt it, sir.

You're a very clever boy, Billy.

We don't get

a lot of clever boys here.

I imagine you're gonna be

a very refreshing challenge.

But be careful. I think it was

Albert Camus who said...

that a man can hang himself

with too much cleverness.

- Yes, sir. Yeah.

- We'll see you tomorrow.

Ooh. Actually, it wasn't Camus

who said that.

It was Billy the Kid.

Good night, sir.

Hey, that took some balls, man.

I'm Nathan Stein.

Billy.

- So, what did you do?

- Yeah.

- I burnt my parents' house down.

- Oh, okay.

What about you?

Dope, cars, rock 'n' roll.

Yeah. Dope.

- You all right?

- Oh, shut your mouth.

Yeah.

I'm the sickly one.

- Every institution needs one, right?

- Yeah.

- I read that in the brochure.

- Why don't you faggots kiss...

- so we can get some sleep?

- Good night, Billy.

I'm sorry, man. I forgot what you said.

Hey, go see Dad, yeah?

Hey, it's cool, man.

But I'm gonna push you a little bit

for talking to my little sister.

My dad's in the car over there.

You got them all fooled,

don't you, man? Whoa.

Bet your dad's real proud of you.

- Hello, Sweets.

- Hello.

- How are you? How was school?

- It was all right.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Everyone turn to Page 55

where we left off.

Oh, wow.

Page 55. You guys must have been

at this for months.

Shut up.

"With school turning out more

runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers...

grabbers, snatchers..."

Mr. Wyatt? Your first day, right?

I can get you caught up

if you haven't read this.

Oh, I read it.

Okay. Then it shouldn't be a problem

for you to continue with today's reading.

Please. Bring your book

and come up front.

Gay James Dean.

"Grabbers, snatchers, fliers

and swimmers...

instead of examiners." Critics...

knowers and imaginative creators.

The word "intellectual," of course...

became the swear word

it deserved to be.

Class, you may write "sh*t, yeah"

in the margins.

Enough editorializing, Mr. Wyatt.

You always dread the unfamiliar.

We must all be alike.

Not everyone born free and equal.

- Yeah, because freedom can suck my...

- Mr. Wyatt.

Your knowledge of the book

is impressive, but I'm warning you.

Gentlemen.

When you're ready to take this seriously,

I will welcome you back.

But for now, get out.

- Get out, boy! Get out!

- Yeah!

Get out!

- Oh, no, come back.

- Yeah!

If you all find Mr. Wyatt so amusing, all

of you, get the hell out of my classroom.

Come on, man. We didn't do nothing.

I'm not cleaning up rocks.

I understand this gathering...

comes courtesy

of everyone's favorite funny man.

- Billy Wyatt.

- What's up with this guy?

Now...

here's what you sweethearts

are gonna do.

You're gonna move all these rocks

at the bottom...

up there.

They're in my way down here.

Now, I don't know how many rocks

exactly will fit up there...

so it's possible a few

might have to come back down.

But we'll see.

Maybe by then...

- Billy won't seem so funny anymore.

- How's this for funny?

A rabbi, a priest and a hooker...

Hooker.... walk into a bar.

Now, the bartender, he's like,

"This is a joke, right?"

Oh, no, no. No.

I know you're out there, Conrad.

- I can smell you breathing.

- Word of advice.

Shut the hell up.

That is four words, technically.

Ooh...

Damn.

- Anybody else?

- Damn.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Ask away.

How'd you do that thing in class?

When you looked up from your book

and kept reading...

- like you had it memorized.

- I did, you know. I mean, I do.

I have this memory thing.

Eidetic memory.

I'm supposed to know

what that means?

If I read something or see a picture

of something just once...

it sticks with me forever,

with perfect clarity.

- That's awesome.

- Oh, you think so?

How'd you like to have the menu

of IHOP on 23rd and Broadway...

dancing around in your head 24/7?

Got it from my father. He has it.

Bet your dad's pretty pissed

at you now, huh?

Yeah.

Let me ask you something else,

Mr. Memory.

- Yeah?

- What's that Greek myth...

- with the guy in... That carries...

- Sisyphus.

- Yeah. He pushed the rock up that hill.

- Great story.

He carries rocks up the hill

for 20 years.

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