The Substitute Page #5

- I've got to go.

- Mm-hmm.

- Janie.

- Yeah?

I'll do whatever you want me to do.

It's up to you.

I just want what I've always wanted...

that you be straight with me.

That's hard when your whole life's

a covert operation.

Where is this guy?

Where is this guy?

You can always count on him.

What's going on?

He pulled a car switch

at the fruit stand on Griffin Road.

It's owned by an Indian

named Johnny Glades.

- You heard of him?

- Yeah. The drug dealer?

No, reputed.

He's never been convicted.

The police surveil him all the time

and never turn up sh*t.

That's the Indian

that hit Janie.

Yeah, he's the muscle.

The other a**hole must be

the one who knows how to count.

Lacas supplying Glades.

If that ain't the tail

wagging the dog, huh?

Got him.

Here. Check it out.

It's right.

You take the boat.

The Indiars mine.

I can't believe these guys.

They're two hours late.

- It's the same old horseshit.

- Freeze.

Hey there, big guy.

Get on the ground, on your faces,

arms out at your side.

- F***!

- Let's go.

Goddamn it, Bull.

Your friend's boat's sinking.

You don't know who you're

f***ing with, a**hole.

You don't know who you're

f***ing with, a**hole.

Payback time.

Get up, linebacker boy.

Yeah, you, dummy!

Go on, get up.

It's your lucky day, man.

Come on. Kick his ass.

That looks like it hurts.

Lay into him, boy!

Kick yourself a field goal!

I'll be damned.

He can kick too.

Not fain', Shale!

No goddamned ninja horseshit.

Took you long enough.

- No thanks to you, a**hole.

- Payback's a b*tch.

I guess we're even.

- You f***ing psycho.

- Oh, yeah?

Who's a f***ing psycho?

- I knew you'd come back.

- Wouldrt miss it for the world.

What do you want

to do with this?

Hey! No, no!

Dade County,

South f***ing Florida.

Early morning joggers

made a grisly discovery...

the results of what police believe

was a drug deal gone bad.

Detectives have been

combing the scene all morning.

They're looking for clues

and trying to establish...

if the victims were killed here...

or killed at another location

and thein' bodies dumped here.

Toxicology tests will be

performed on the bodies.

- Results won't be known for weeks.

- Hello.

- Claude!

- Yeah?

Half a million bucks!

What's going on, Claude?

- I wish I knew.

- You know, they shot Bull.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I want you to hear something.

- Hear what?

- Come on, he was my buddy!

Hear what happens to who's responsible

if I don't get my money back.

What was that all about?

Nothing.

Lacas!

Did you rip off Johnny Glades?

Lie and I'll rip your head off!

Me?

Did you tell anybody

about the buy last night?

- Look at me, goddamn it!

- I did what I was supposed to.

Then I split.

You think those Indians

want me knowing thein' business?

Well, somebody found out,

and we could be in deep sh*t.

Everybody, we've got

some announcements here.

The reclamation committee

has generously donated...

some equipment

to Columbus High School.

They'll be giving it out

on the field in five minutes.

We've got sports equipment...

VCRs, laptop computers and books...

musical instruments, art supplies

and lab equipment.

And pizza for everybody...

no anchovies.

You don't teach history anymore.

You are history.

Don't these people

belong in class?

Brand-new tubas for the band.

Jerome, find your best friend

with your wife or something?

Yeah, that's why I divorced her.

What's up, man?

What's going on?

I saw how you handled them boys

yesterday. I liked that.

As a matter of fact,

you're my dog now.

As a matter of fact,

check it.

- S-Dog.

- Thanks, Jerome.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

- No doubt.

Check you later.

What?

Mr. Shale.

- It's Smith. Be cool.

- Oh, I'm cool.

So this is a personal mission

or a joint operation...

between the CIA and the PTA?

I'm just messing with you.

You're trying to get the K.O.D.,

and I want to help.

- Forget it.

- What do you mean?

You're the great white hope who's

gonna show us how to clean things up?

This is my school.

I'm the one that's still

going to be here after you leave.

If there's a problem,

I want to help.

All right, Mr. S-Dog?

All right.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

The next move is Rolle's.

Rolle? What does he

got to do with it?

He's in business with Lacas

and a drug dealer named Johnny Glades.

- No, man, that's bullshit.

- No, it's true.

I don't know how they work it yet,

but it's a matter of time.

The man has done too many things

for the community to be involved...

- What do you want me to say?

- I don't want you to say anything.

- Now I know what this is about.

- What's that?

Politics. When you have a black man

running for office, making changes...

you got a white man

trying to run him down.

He's dealing drugs, Darryl.

That's bullshit.

Johnny, that money you lost?

I know where it went.

Beautiful.

Tilt those little puppies

over here, baby.

One for you.

And one for me.

To the very, very generous

Mr. Smith.

Hey, what do you expect

from a Harvard, Princeton...

Cornell, Rutgers, Yale grad?

It's too bad most of my students

think that Yale is a lock.

Okay, let's talk about

this parent-teacher conference.

Come on, Janie,

I don't want to talk shop tonight.

It's tomorrow night.

You've got to be briefed.

I know. I just tell the parents

what the kids are doing.

- It's so easy.

- I want you to be positive.

I want you to think of one

good thing for every student.

You have to educate and encourage

the parents as much as the kids.

- Oh, God! So itchy.

- Not again.

Why does it always have to itch

at a spot where I can't reach it?

Oh, please.

- Here, let me.

- I can't get it.

- Let me try from here.

- It's right here.

Oh, please hurry, Shale.

Higher, higher. Okay.

I can't get higher through your...

I'm going to have to

come in from up top.

You dog.

- What?

- "What?"

You know what.

Come over here.

Attention, parents and teachers.

Attention, parents and teachers.

School will be closing

in five minutes.

Five minutes. Thank you.

Lisa, you're still here.

Yeah, I was helping Miss Adams

with some refreshments.

There are some boys outside

that are bugging me.

Do you mind if I just

wait here for a while?

Sure, have a seat.

I've got some papers to finish.

I'll be done in a minute.

That's all I've got on Arturo.

Miss Hetzko will have to

fill you in on the rest.

- Thanks for coming in, Miss Suarez.

- Thank you.

Yes?

Good.

I'm doing good, so I don't know

what else I'm supposed to do.

If you want, I'll be happy

to talk to her.

That would be good.

Huh. What the hell is this?

Have your mama call me,

and we'll set up a time...

when we can get toge...

These doors shouldn't be locked.

Come on, we'll go out

through the basement.

There's a security office down here.

They'll let us out.

- You need a ride home?

- It's not out of your way?

No, not at all.

At least an hour and a half.

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