The Substitute Page #6

Sh*t.

Lacas.

Come on, come on. Down here.

You guys go that way.

You come with me.

Whatever happens, stay put.

- But, Mr. Sherman...

- No, listen.

Tell Smith everything, okay?

Got the guy. Over here!

Here we go.

Come down. You're going to

make me go up there and get you?

- Where are you going, Darryl?

- F*** you, Rolle!

You're going down, Rolle.

Smith is putting you away.

Smith's dead, Darryl.

Drive-by. Very ugly.

You're a liar!

I know. It upset me too.

Give it up, Darryl.

It's over, get it?

Nice aim.

F*** you, Rolle!

Shame you have to end up this way,

crawling like a worm.

That's how you lived,

so why not?

At least I didn't sell out

my own people!

Sell out?

I look at you,

and you know what I see?

I see me when I was young

and stupid.

I see me when I was soft.

That just don't cut it.

Young man...

I'm just doing you a favor.

Who died?

You did, sin'.

I guess I am a little late.

Mr. Smith, what's going on?

They said you got wasted

in some drive-by.

- Who said that?

- Rolle.

The principal made an announcement

over the loudspeaker this morning.

- That's what we heard.

- Told us about Sherman too.

- What about Mr. Sherman?

- Somebody found his body.

- Wasted.

- Shot in the head.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

- Let's take this guy out right here.

- Like you did last time?

Either he's an undercover cop

or working for the mob.

- How did he become Hetzko's substitute?

- Maybe you should ask her.

Harvard, Princeton, my ass.

I should have my head examined.

I don't know where he is,

Mr. Smith.

He has nothing on his calendar

until 3:
30.

What's at 3:
30?

A Mr. Wolfson

at the jai alai fronton.

Thanks.

Jerome.

I have to go someplace.

I need you to take over my class.

You're f***ing with me?

No, I'm counting on you, son.

Yo, Mr. Smith asked me

to teach you motherfuckers today.

- Babe, you the teacher?

- Mr. Smith hitting the crack pipe?

The only crack around here

is in your head.

I'll keep it open real good

if you don't pay attention.

I'm Mr. Brown to you now.

I'm the substitute for Mr. Smith.

You dis me,

you're dissing Mr. Smith.

Rodriguez, you're late.

That's one demerit.

I need to see Mr. Smith.

Where is he?

Jerome, it's important.

Wolfson!

Shale, what a surprise.

Tell me about Rolle

and Johnny Glades.

Who? I never heard of them.

You ever heard of getting

a cesta shoved up your ass?

Jesus Christ, man.

What are you, nuts?

You can't come into a public place

and threaten people.

- I'll call the police.

- Go ahead.

Just hold it right there.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing?

I will defend myself.

Okay, you got me.

- Can we be reasonable about this?

- Sure.

Jesus!

- Tell me about Glades and Rolle.

- I don't know anything.

Ah! Goddamn!

God, I'm enjoying this.

Listen to me now.

All I know is they wanted me

to hin'e some people...

to bodyguard the incoming shipment,

and that's all I know.

Is that the gig

me and Janus were up for?

I wanted you, Shale. I told him,

"Obviously this guy's the best. "

Flattery's gonna get you killed.

How long has Rolle

been on Glade's payroll, huh?

I don't know. No!

I know he was getting paid off

when he was a cop.

When he became a teacher,

they started funneling the drugs...

through the school,

and that's it.

How'd they do it?

The K.O.D., I guess.

The K.O.D., they said.

But I don't know how they store it

and how they transport it.

I don't know any of that sh*t.

You're killing me!

You have no reason to kill me.

Once I'm going to be reasonable.

You're going to leave the country

and not come back, or I'll kill you.

Otherwise, I'll be unreasonable.

Am I clear?

If you don't hit me again.

- You're sure?

- Yeah. Three.

- Hello?

- It's Jerome and Lisa.

Mr. Smith,

this is Jane Hetzko.

I've got those papers graded,

if you could pick them up.

Thank you.

- Come here.

- Okay.

Don't be stupid, you hear me?

- Who is it?

- Shale.

- Who's Shale?

- A friend of mine.

Get rid of him.

- I can't talk to you now.

- I brought you something from Smith.

Okay, buzz him in.

I'll be right here.

Take the package.

- Hi.

- Hola.

Shale, the kids!

Mr. Whatever Your Name Is,

you're in my classroom now.

- You're no teacher. Who are you?

- Leave him alone!

Stay down.

- Who is he?

- He's a merc.

A merc?

You hin'ed a f***ing merc?

Get me the phone.

I don't know what he's after,

who he's working for.

I don't know what he's after,

who he's working for.

All I know is he wanted to know

if you two had a deal.

- What did you tell him?

- Nothing.

You think I'd be here

if I told him anything?

- Do you know this Shale guy?

- Yeah, he did the Cuba raid.

He's the guy I told you about

at Wolfsors place.

The guy that made you

sh*t in your pants.

Again with that.

That was the fiber.

- I need my money now.

- What's the hurry?

I have a plane to catch

in 40 minutes. My father...

He's extremely ill,

and I have to go see him.

Get him his money.

Sounds like this Smith

and Shale are working together.

Right. A merc working

with a high school teacher?

He's not a teacher.

That's a cover.

He's either a narc or a dealer

trying to muscle in.

Yeah, hello. Talk.

You're shitting me.

You've got to be shitting me.

I don't care who he is.

When we hang up, kill him.

Are we enjoying this?

Jane, what's all the racket?

- It's my landlady.

- Will you open up?

Get rid of her

or she dies too.

- What's all the banging in there?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Andrewson.

- I had the TV on too loud.

- What's wrong with your face?

I'm fine.

I'll turn the TV down.

Take him out!

Goddamn it, take him out!

Give it up!

Drop it or she dies.

Now!

Slow. Now back up.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

Lights out, motherf***er.

It's not your fault.

What were you two

doing here anyway?

- Looking for you.

- Why?

Rolle was bringing in dope on buses

and storing it in the boiler room.

Mr. Sherman led them away from me

so they wouldn't find me.

That's when they killed him.

Stay here. It'll be safe.

Where are you going?

I have to go to the high school.

I've got to get the drugs.

You think Rolle and Johnny Glades

are going to let you...

just walk in and take thein' drugs?

If we get there fin'st.

There's a key to the house.

If anything happens to me...

I want you to have this place.

I don't want you to go.

I'll be back, Jane.

You better.

I will.

Goodness!

He thinks he's funny, don't he?

Joey, get that.

Hello?

Yeah.

Louie Beaver says he's seen

Shale and some other guys...

going into the school.

Tell them to sit tight

and keep a lookout.

Oh, sh*t.

Car approaching north perimeter.

Be right there.

Looks like we got our company.

Don't worry. I'll throw them

a real nice surprise party.

Good.

That's far enough right there,

Rolle.

Just take it easy.

I just want to make a deal.

Your deal sucks, Mr. Principal.

Then tell us your terms.

Quite simple:
I want it all.

Keep him talking.

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