The Perfect Score Page #3

Who are you?

Who am l? Who are you?

This is my office.

Yeah.

I'm from the mailroom.

Well, do you have something for me?

Yeah.

Well, could you give it to me?

Yes, I can.

My bad.

Let me get that for you.

Anything else I can do for you

while I'm down here?

Hey, hey. You.

Yeah, copy room, right?

- Right, right.

- Great.

I need two copies of this on rush.

One comes to me,

one goes to Ann Clark,

and the master goes to 51 0, got it?

Sure.

Great.

Hey!

- What are you doing?

- I'm casing the joint.

Oh, thank you! Here.

We take it,

they might get suspicious.

They can change it by next Saturday.

- Copy it.

- Copy it.

Say hello to your future, Matty.

Septic And Toilets, SAT.

Come on, man, it was a good run.

What run? There was no run.

What run? There was no run.

Yeah, well, whatever it was, it's over.

Francesca was right.

We were screwed.

Well, at least she

didn't bring the cops.

Or maybe not.

If I wanted to do

what we talked about...

... will you need to know why?

No, but I don't think that's

gonna be possible now.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Why'd you bail on your exam?

I didn't.

I saw your answer sheet.

It was practically blank.

I was doing fine at first.

Then I came to a story question.

A woman boards a train

in New York at midnight.

Three hours later, a man also boards.

For some reason,

I couldn't get past it.

Where was this woman going?

- Why was she alone?

- Time.

I know it probably sounds crazy,

but it just hit home for me, and I...

I wanted to be

on that train and just be...

... gone, somewhere.

I guess I just froze.

When I got home,

I realized how disappointed

my parents would be.

I need to do great on this test.

Yeah. Well, like I said, it's...

If it's money you want,

we can pay you.

No, it's not money, it's...

"We"?

Yeah, there's someone else

besides me.

Please.

Don't say no.

Yes! Yes!

- No!

- Come on, Matt.

- What is wrong with you?

- It's one more person.

It's Desmond Rhodes.

Besides, I heard he was going pro.

No, man. He's not strong

enough to be a four,

not quick enough to be a three.

Besides, he's got no left hand,

and his midrange game, it needs work.

I don't see it.

I mean, Anna Ross,

that's bad enough.

But do you know how high-profile

Desmond Rhodes is?

He knows about it,

and he wants in.

Anna says he needs it

and we can trust him.

Anna says he needs it.

What are we,

a fricking soup kitchen?

Which brings me to point number two.

Last I heard,

we had no way of doing this.

I've been thinking about that.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Was your father suspicious?

Oh, no, to be suspicious,

he'd have to be interested.

There are security codes too.

They've got to supply

the building owner

with a copy, in case of an emergency.

- Yeah, I can get them.

- OK.

OK.

- OK.

- I will see you Tuesday.

OK, I'll see you Tuesday.

- Francesca.

- Yeah?

That bad, huh?

My father?

No, whatever. I mean, you know,

poor-little-rich-girl thing is played out.

It's like the oldest story

in the world, isn't it?

Not if it's your story.

All right, I'll see you on Tuesday.

- I will see you Tuesday.

- Bye.

And sometimes, it's that easy.

Sh*t happens.

People join the cause.

And you find yourself moving

towards something

you didn't plan on approaching.

Only, by the time you're aware of it,

the plans of one

become the plans of six.

And the plans of six become one.

We're eating.

- Yeah.

- Bro, what's up?

- Who is this?

- It's Roy,

from the SAT thing.

- How did you get this number?

- I'm the ghost, man.

Give it to me.

- Who's calling, please?

- What?

It's... Roy.

Well, Roy,

this is our dinnertime. We don't

interrupt your dinnertime, do we?

- I don't have dinnertime.

- Well, that's a shame.

Now, do you have some

business with my son?

Well, I am,

at this time, assisting him

in his SAT exam preparation.

And I was wondering

if he could possibly

pick me up this evening,

as I am currently

without transportation.

Oh, SAT.

Well, there's hope for you yet, Roy.

Why don't you give me that address.

I appreciate that, ma'am.

And...

... may I say that you have

an attractive voice?

It's...

... very pleasant.

Young-sounding.

- The address, please.

- 4207 Triumph Street.

- With a T.

- Triumph.

- All right. He'll be there.

- Thanks.

Thank you, Roy.

Oh, God.

Be on time.

Francesca, Tiffany.

- Tiffany, my daughter, Francesca.

- Hi.

- Peace.

- Peace.

Oh, no.

P-l-E-C-E. You.

No. She was just kidding.

Dog, cool.

Socks.

Sweet.

What school gave you this?

It's my uncle's ride, man.

What school gave it to your uncle?

Why do you call yourself "the ghost"?

At school, man,

I hear things and I see things,

but nobody hears or sees me.

You think?

- I got your cell number, didn't l?

- So?

You got mine?

This fool is crazy.

Don't touch my sh*t.

Eight o'clock.

You're positive your

brother's not there?

We got the place to ourselves.

He promised.

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, that's my brother. Hey.

What's going on? Salute. Salute.

Sorry, bro. Hope it comes out.

- What's up?

- What the hell is this?

You said we could have

the place tonight.

Was that supposed to be tonight?

Because tonight is wine tasting...

Wine Tasting Tuesday.

What's up?

Oh, yeah.

- Wow, what's this?

- Wine Tasting Tuesday.

Nice.

Look, Larry, Larry...

You promised.

Yeah, I know. But maybe we

can do it next Tuesday.

All right, this is ETS.

This is so cute,

this whole thing going...

I'm sorry. It was a misunderstanding.

Man, what the hell is she typing?

- I'm just taking notes.

- All right, this is ETS.

- Who took that photo?

- Anna took it.

I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this.

You look comfortable in

your Old Navy cotton pullover.

You gotta get this look.

- Did I do something?

- Yeah.

- You did, you got a 4.0 GPA.

- Francesca, just stop it, all right?

Do you know what the fatal flaw

is for most heists?

It's trusting the team.

So excuse me for being a b*tch,

but why is the valedictorian here?

I'm not the valedictorian. I'm second.

That explains everything.

Everyone has reasons.

We don't need to know them.

Really? I think we do.

It's like "The Breakfast Club", where

they get stoned and make confessions.

- Oh, sweet.

- Maybe we should.

Maybe we should say

why we're here.

- Kyle said we wouldn't have to, so...

- I think we do.

So I'll start.

I'm here to make new friends.

And for the wine, of course.

How about you, superstar?

I'm here because the SAT is racist.

Well, that didn't take long,

now, did it?

You don't think so?

Who created the test?

Rich white guys.

Who has the highest scores?

Asian chicks. Middle-class Asian girls

who watch less than an hour

of television a day.

They can't drive, but they can

take the sh*t out of the SAT.

- Whatever. Why you here?

- Because I'm not smart enough

to get the score I need,

as opposed to being a genius

- who's screwed by the Man.

- Matty...

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