The Education of Charlie Banks Page #6

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- Hey.

- (chuckles)

Want a drink?

Can I get that key back, Leo--

the key?

- Can I get it back?

- Oh.

I'm not sure I have it right now,

Michelle.

Can I give it to you

later, Michelle?

Make sure, though,

because if I lose that key,

I'll lose my job.

And I really need that job.

Okay.

I'll give it to you later.

- Okay.

- I promise.

But please?

Hey, Leo, you're going to hell.

Seriously, there's nothing worse

than playing with a desperate

girl's heart. What are you doing?

You got no shame, Leo.

Hey, wait a minute.

I thought that was a good thing.

What?

My love must be a kind

of blind love

I can't see anyone but you

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Shoo-bop shoo-bop,

all the stars...

- Hey.

- Danny boy.

Hey, I'm looking for Charlie.

Have you seen him anywhere?

Yeah, I was just talking to him.

He's in there. He's sulking.

Why?

You're f***ing the girl

he's in love with.

All right, I gotta talk to him.

- No no no, talk to me.

- I'm gonna talk to Charlie, seriously.

What are you doing, Mick?

We'll go dance.

I'm not gonna f***ing

dance with you.

No, seriously.

I'm drunk.

But-- but--

What are you gonna do, Mick?

I mean, what are you doing here?

Are you telling me

you want me to leave?

No.

No no no, I just--

Hi.

I got an idea.

What?

You're gonna think

I'm losing my sh*t.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Why? What is it?

Okay, so, like,

I look at this--

I look at all this that you have

and I think

"This isn't bad.

This is good."

And I think maybe

I could be a part of it,

maybe I could do this.

What, you mean, like go here,

like matriculate?

Yeah. Yeah, matriculate.

Mick, there's things

you have to do.

There's tests you have to take.

No, I know, I know,

but maybe I could do them,

whatever they are.

I've been...

"auditing," right?

Yeah.

Mary's classes.

And it's not like every room

is full of geniuses.

Is this about Mary?

Because, Mick, there's gonna

be Marys wherever you go.

It's the whole

goddamn thing, Charlie,

just all of it.

Mick, I gotta tell you something.

I'm the one that called the cops

after you beat those guys

on the roof after the party.

I don't want that to be

a secret anymore, all right?

Watch out.

Buzzy Tim's up on the roof, man.

I think he's gonna

f***ing jump.

Okay.

- Man:
He's up here, man.

- Woman:
Oh my God.

Hey, yo BT, what are you doing?

Charlie:
Tim, hey, can we come up?

Hey, you want to smoke

a doobie, Tim?

Tim:
Don't. Derrida. Derrida.

Derrida.

- What's Derrida?

- He's a French deconstructionist.

Hey, Tim, am I gonna come up there

and smoke this doob or what?

Derrida. Derrida.

Derrida. Truth.

Tim, hey hey, it's Charlie Banks.

What's the truth?

Come up here. Come up here,

brother man with the doobie,

and yeah, let's clear a path

to the truth.

Derrida Derrida Derrida.

Mick:
How do l--? Hang on.

Tim:
Gravity.

- Gravity. Gravitas.

- Charlie:
There you go.

Mick:
Mm-hmm. Tim.

Tim:
Gravy.

- (people scream)

- Mick:
Oh sh*t!

- Charlie.

- I got you.

- Are we okay up here, Charlie?

- We're okay.

- Pull me up.

- I'm trying.

Is he dead?

Woman:
You got him.

Mick:
Just be cool.

- Woman:
Hang on.

- Charlie:
Come on.

Woman #2:
Come on, Mick.

You're gonna be okay.

- Man:
You got him.

- Man #2:
Don't move him.

Woman:
Come on,

pull him hard.

- (both panting)

- Charlie:
Okay.

All right.

Oh sh*t.

Okay.

You know how they say

your life flashes before your eyes

when you think you're gonna die?

Yeah.

That's true.

Mine did.

How did it look?

Eh-- the jury ain't in yet.

Hey, what's--

what's a deconstructionist do?

(chuckles)

I don't know,

it's like--

it's like you take something

apart, right?

And you see all of its threads,

you know,

and you see that all these threads

have different meaning.

And you kind of examine

how these meanings

were, like, imposed

upon these threads.

That's it?

Come on, then what happens?

(chuckles)

I guess you kind of reveal

all the contradictions

and inconsistencies

and you see

that there's no one truth

expressed by that thing.

You know, you see that

there's no absolute truth.

(Mick exhales)

No wonder he jumped.

Hey. Hey, Mick...

You really do slay me, Charlie.

To all a good night.

Nia and Danny:
Good night.

Good night...

I hope.

It's just kind of over.

Hey, you know,

I hate when it's over.

I know you do.

Mick:
F***ing Buzzy Tim.

Leo:
A little R&R in the Poughkeepsie

General Flight Deck

and old Buzzy will be

good as new.

Oh, hey, I want to christen

the boat tonight.

So everybody bring a bottle

and a name.

I'm looking for something tragic,

mythological,

yet perhaps with a touch

of humor.

Mary:
How about Humpty Dumpty?

Mick:
That poor little egg breaks

my heart every time I think about him.

Leo:
I won't be mocked,

seriously.

Mary:
No, actually I think

you will be.

Sh*t. Give me the paper.

We should probably actually head--

- Leo.

- Hi.

Look, if I don't get that key back

and I get fired,

my financial aid

could be affected.

- You understand?

- Right.

I need that key back.

Oh my God,

I just remembered

I gave it to Buzzy Tim.

Wha--?

Buzzy Tim's got the keys.

All right?

- What?

- That was horrible.

That was lame, Leo.

Leo, they're right.

That was really awful.

Hey hey, I was just scatting, man.

The words came out

before I could sensor them.

Why don't you just go

tell her the truth?

The girl did you a solid.

I'm way too hung-over

for a lecture, all right? So f*** off.

Hey hey, Leo, while you're at it,

why don't you tell her boss

that you stole the key from her

so she doesn't lose

her job.

That would be a lie worth telling.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Do I look like I'm f***ing

kidding you?

Mick, why don't you

take it easy, okay?

Seriously, Mick,

the noble savage routine

is losing its charm.

Hey, Leo.

- Mick, what are you doing? Jesus.

- Oh my God.

- Oh my God.

- Are you out of your mind?

- What?

- What are you doing?

He's being an a**hole.

And he swung at me first.

- Oh, he swung at you?

- Jesus, Mary.

It's Leo, for chrissakes.

What the f*** is your problem?

Nobody got hurt.

It's just a thing.

- Nia:
Are you okay?

- Mary:
Let's just go.

Leo, I'm sorry

I smacked you, okay?

Come on.

Come on, he's fine.

Hey, where's Mick?

Jesus. I don't know. With Mary.

With Mary? Listen. "Louis Kennet,

April 25th--" That's the day

before Mick showed up here.

"--in Tommy's Trickle Down bar

on 6th Avenue in Manhattan.

Judy Nicodet, 24, Kennet's

companion that evening,

detailed the attack to detectives.

According to Miss Nicodet,

the assailant drove Mr. Kennet

to the floor with a barstool

and then jumped up

and stomped on his head."

Does that sound familiar, Danny?

Does that sound familiar?

You f***ing knew

about this, didn't you?

You lied to me.

It was self-defense.

Charlie, look, he figured

with his past, he'd probably better

disappear, right?

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