What Goes Up Page #2
So what we do right now is different
because of what he did then.
Because whatever he did,
we're not the same because of it,
and that's never gonna
change thanks to him.
Excuse me.
Aren't you a reporter?
Yes.
You aren't reporting
about this, are you?
No. Sam and I were
at college together.
No. Sam wasn't English.
Yes, I know. Thank you.
No, I was at college
in the US with Sam.
I was kicked
out of Cambridge.
It's a long story.
I was covering the Christa
McAuliffe shuttle thing,
and I thought
I'd stop by.
I'm sorry.
Penelope Little.
Please forgive me.
You understand
I didn't want the press
getting involved
in all of this.
I'm assuming you
knew the circumstances.
Did Sam...
I mean, I notice
that it's not exactly
overflowing
with well-wishers.
Kill the lights.
He hated bad lighting.
Hey, Peg.
- What...
Oh, my God, you guys.
PENELOPE:
I live in the rooming housewhere you're staying.
If you see me there,
please don't ask me to say anything.
I'm sure others will be more
than eager to talk and talk,
but if you're really his friend,
please don't ask them.
It was nice to meet you.
I like your shoes.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
# Hold on to the sack robes
of Jesus
# With the light of my eyes...
(DIALING)
Hey, Donna, it's me.
You guys are
f***ing nuts.
What...
F***!
have something here.
# Asleep at the wheel of Jesus
I can't.
# ...that fell from the cross
# I woke up on
the last train to Jordan
# Whatever it was
I'm letting you know #
Everyone put something in?
Tess?
(MUSIC STOPS)
Can we help you?
CAMPBELL:
Sorry. Sorry,I didn't mean to intrude.
It's Mr. C's
best friend.
Sorry,
I didn't mean to barge in.
BLYTHE:
What's your name?Campbell Babbitt.
What's your last name?
Babbitt.
BLYTHE:
Where are you from?ANN:
He's from Ireland.England. I'm English.
You must miss him
so much.
Of course he does,
you dink.
Do you want to talk about it?
I mean, like,
you know, your feelings,
the hurt, the loss...
Well...
I mean, we knew him well, but not,
you know, best friends.
Well, I don't know.
I mean, you know,
maybe you guys
were his best friends.
(MURMURING)
Did he say that to you?
SYLVIA:
Did he?SUE:
Mr. B? Are you a teacher, like Mr. C?- Yeah? No.
Why? You think you're gonna
get him to take his place?
Forget it.
The Shed is dead.
We all get new
homerooms tomorrow.
They're reassigning us.
What?
Someone ought to say it.
Excuse me, Tess.
You don't know.
She doesn't know.
And when you don't know,
don't open your mouth,
because the rest
of us have ears
that get filled with your bullshit.
- Okay, come on. Come, come.
Freak.
So you came
to visit him?
Well, I was assigned to
cover the teacher in space.
Wait. So you're
a reporter?
But I thought
he was a teacher.
No, I'm with...
I say, I am a reporter.
That's why I'm here.
I want to talk to you guys.
EZRA:
I thought he was a teacher.Guys, come here.
SUE:
No, I won't.What do you want?
I thought perhaps
I could help out some way.
Help how?
You know, tell his story, tell
the world about him and you all.
What are you
talking about?
I spoke to my editor,
and she thinks
it could be
a very big story, so...
You don't know us
and we don't know you.
And you think
you're just going
to waltz in here and
do some big spread?
It could be his legacy.
We are his legacy.
Mr. Babbitt.
Yes.
You have to understand that
none of us trusted anything.
Mr. C, he made us give
a piece of ourselves,
I mean, something
that touches your soul
so, so deep that you're never,
ever the same.
And after that,
we trusted each other.
JIM:
Yeah. We trusted.Right. Couldn't we just cut our
thumbs and rub them together?
This is weird.
It's very... It's very...
This is very
difficult for me.
Obviously,
I want you to trust me.
Then tell us.
GIRL:
Please.He's got nothing to say.
I knew a single mother
who lost her only child.
He was shot,
a random killing.
He was holding her
hand at the time.
And the thing about Angela was,
even in mourning,
people felt better
being near her, stronger.
I thought if I
wrote about her,
I could recognize
that strength.
She didn't know
what she was.
A lot of people don't know
what they are.
Good people.
The point of
the story is
that people were moved
by the words I wrote
and they were
inspired by her.
And what, she lived
happily ever after?
No. She died.
She died, right?
And you loved her.
(STUTTERING) Well, no.
A journalist isn't supposed
to fall in love
with his subject, so...
But you did.
LUTE:
What did he say?Who? What?
Mr. C, when you
told him about it.
He said,
"Keep telling stories
"and through the stories
we will find redemption."
TESS:
Thanks for giving me a ride.
That's why I have
a passenger seat.
So, what's
your thing, Tess?
What's your field?
Art.
Art. Cool.
So you knew him
really well?
Sam? Yeah.
Did he ever mention me?
Yeah. He spoke
very highly of you.
He said your work
was very strong.
Strong? He said that?
I guess he probably
mentioned that big
arts-and-crafts fair
we had last year, right?
Are you kidding?
He was so proud of the way you
guys put the whole thing together.
He talked about
the crafts and the arts...
God, f***.
Did you even know him?
- What?
There is no
arts-and-crafts fair.
Okay.
Okay.
- What else did you lie about?
Hey. Hey. It was
a long time ago, okay?
I did go to college
with him.
You said best friends.
I know. That was those twins.
They said it.
They're not twins.
- Well, whatever they are.
The girls with the...
The twinsey-type girls said that
and I didn't feel it was
my place to correct...
Oh, so you just lied.
Look, it seemed like
they needed to hear that,
you know, that he
really loved you guys.
And I may not have been
around to hear it firsthand,
but I knew Sam and,
you know, I...
He was a dedicated man,
and I'm sure whatever I said
was entirely true.
I'm going to tell you
something, all right?
He didn't fall off that roof.
He jumped.
He wasn't a hero or a martyr.
He just...
He gave a little too much love,
and he couldn't take it back.
To whom? To you?
Why don't you ask Lucy?
Lucy knows why he's dead.
Second house on the right.
Is that your...
Your dad's waiting for you...
That's not my dad.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Tess? It's Uncle Rick.
(LOCKING DOOR)
It's okay.
Your dad's asleep.
Come on, honey. Open up.
(DOORKNOB RATTLING)
18, 17, 16...
You remember?
I remember.
So take teenagers as
this subpopulation,
these desperate
thrill-seeking beasts.
Sexuality practically
oozes out of them.
They're potent.
Then take the rejects,
the disturbed,
the misunderstood,
the unteachable,
and you set them apart, isolate
them from their peer group.
Are you with me?
Isolated, potent rejects.
Gotcha.
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