The Perfect Score Page #6

I'm not a robot, you know?

I just haven't done very much. Yet.

If it helps, there's a lot of stuff

I haven't done too.

Yeah, but I've never

really done anything.

I mean, I've never broken curfew,

and I've never cut class,

and I've never...

... made out on a rooftop.

- Sh*t.

- What's going on?

- What happened?

- Someone's here.

- Sh*t.

- All right, grab my hand.

- We'll pull you up.

- Wait, wait, Francesca first. Hold on.

- What's wrong?

- Francesca's not gonna make it.

- We gotta go. We gotta go.

- This sh*t's wrong.

- We're not gonna leave her.

- We don't have a choice.

- Hell, no.

- I'll go.

If you don't get through the skylight,

we all get screwed.

Francesca knew the risk,

so did you. Come on.

- He's right, Des, come on.

- Come on.

This sh*t is messed up.

Come on.

Come on, Roy, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Matt.

- Matt, come on. Matty.

- I'm good.

What? Matt, come on.

Give me your hand.

- I'm good, Kyle.

- Matt, what about Sandy?

What about her?

This one's on me.

Hey, hold it right there.

Get your hands up.

Kyle, we gotta go.

- I can't do this. Guys, I can't do this.

- Kyle, Kyle. It's done.

We're gonna use

the keycard to get out.

Desmond and Roy go right.

We go left.

Meet at the car. I'll bring copies of this

in the morning. Come on.

So how'd it go?

- Don't you sleep?

- Not tonight.

Happened to you, kid?

What happened to me?

What happened to you, Larry?

You were supposed

to be my big brother.

- What am I now, the walking dead?

- Well, yeah, pretty much.

I mean, how do you think

Mom and Dad feel?

I don't know.

How do you think they feel?

Well, I don't know, Larry.

Not good, probably.

Let me ask you a question. If you

were a parent, which do you prefer:

A son who lives above the garage, or

a son who cheats his way into college?

Next time you pull a heist,

don't leave your plans on my bed, idiot.

Matty got arrested.

So, what do you think, fair trade?

I think that's a shitty thing to ask.

At least you're starting to sound

like my little brother.

Maybe he's actually

in there somewhere.

Is there anything

you don't know, Larry?

There is plenty I don't know.

But I'll tell you something

you don't know.

Did you know

that every Christmas after you go

to bed, Dad, Mom and I always sit up,

and we talk about how

proud we are of you?

How great it is to see this kid, right,

his whole future in front of him.

And how he deserves that...

... because he's a good guy

and he does the right thing.

Every Christmas for how long?

I don't know, ten years or something.

You don't think I would like to sit up

with my family on Christmas?

Yeah, but you'd just stress us out.

Good night, little brother.

- Word of advice.

- Why not?

Never take advice from anyone

who lives above a garage.

How long

since your mother passed, baby?

Nine years ago. I was 8.

That's a shame.

My son tells me

you encouraged him to talk to me.

You're a smart boy, Roy. So why are

you doing a stupid thing like drugs?

Something to do.

Something to do?

You know how they say, "Thank God

my mother's not alive to see this"?

- No.

- Well, somebody's mother is, Roy,

and I am not happy with this.

I'm sorry?

You get yourself a shower

and some clean clothes. We'll wait.

Fix you some breakfast

before the exam. OK?

I've been thinking about that, Mrs...

Desmond's mom.

I'm not taking that exam.

I mean, you know, let's face it,

I'm not going to college.

See, and even if I did,

I'd just be taking the place of someone

that really wanted to be there

more than me.

You're a smart boy, Roy.

But there's a whole lot of dumb

dribbling out of your mouth right now.

Now, did you hear what I said

about a shower and clean clothes?

Yes. Yes, ma'am.

You'll find I don't like

to repeat myself.

- Get your ass up!

- Yes, ma'am.

Fool.

Damn.

Not everybody can pull it off,

but the dashing-criminal thing

- looks good on you.

- Yeah? Wait until you smell it.

You know what I was

thinking in there?

I need to work on being alone.

Or not.

Anyone ever tell you

you're a hell of a kisser?

- Yeah.

- Not as good as my cellmate, Ramn.

But it's not bad.

What about the exam?

Well, here's the thing.

After a night in jail with the worst

version of who you can be someday,

the SAT ain't nothing.

How about you?

You gonna be all right?

Yeah.

I think it's gonna be a nice day.

Sick And Twisted, SAT.

Secretly A Tease.

I completely have lost touch

with who you are.

Unacceptable, Anna. You're out

all night doing God-knows-what

with God-knows-whom.

You're jeopardizing everything

that we've worked for on the eve

of the biggest day of your life.

This is the real world.

You remember that.

You feel pressured, deal with it.

Feel stressed, deal with it.

You do not stay out all night.

Do you hear me?

This is your last chance

to get into Brown.

Oh, you know what? That reminds me,

I'm not going to Brown.

Now you deal with it.

Wow. Check you out.

I just told my mom

I'm not going to Brown.

The guys at Brown

will be disappointed.

Hell, the girls at Brown

are gonna be disappointed.

If not Brown, where you gonna go?

I don't know.

Europe, maybe, then college.

What's up?

- No.

- Really?

I already nailed the math,

and plus, you don't know my mom.

- Roy?

- Sh*t, man, you don't know D's mom.

I wanted to go back and get you,

but Kyle said screw y'all.

Oh, yeah?

You look like a slut.

- I like it.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry, man.

- Shut up, don't be.

Besides...

... it's not that bad.

- No, I don't need them.

- Come on, man, take them.

- I'm serious.

- Take them.

- No, I'm not taking the test again.

- Matt, you got arrested.

Hey!

Unbelievable. Francesca?

- No.

- All right, guys, what is this?

What? I wasn't in it for the answers.

Besides, I got a 1460 last semester.

- You didn't tell us that.

- You didn't ask.

Wait. Does this mean

you're out, too, now?

- Do I look like I need answers?

- You look like you need a pimp.

Wait, wait. Are you telling

me that after all of this,

nobody's gonna even

use these answers?

You are, aren't you?

- No.

- Kyle, this is your dream, man.

Yeah, it is, but if they want to put a

number on that, then to hell with them.

I know who I am.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

When did you have this

little moment of clarity?

About the same time my jackass

best friend got arrested.

So all of this was for nothing?

I wouldn't call this nothing.

Man, screw this.

You have 30 minutes.

OK, so I didn't cheat on the test.

But no way was I gonna

let those answers go to waste.

Next year at Harvard,

SAT stands for Stoned And Toasted.

Speaking of college,

Desmond kicked ass on the retest

and decided to play ball

at St. John's University.

His mom was happy. And trust me,

you want D's mom happy.

Matty survived probation and

some serious community service.

He once told me that he

might like to be an actor.

If not, then just happy.

He's working on both.

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