Words and Pictures Page #5

But every time I'm trying

to do what you say,

it's never good enough for you.

It shouldn't be good

enough for you.

But I like it.

I'm proud of this,

and I'd like to finish it,

and you don't let me.

You will finish it, and it

will appear in the magazine.

In the Croyden Lion, next issue.

Mr. Marcus will write

an essay on it.

Not now!

What?

What if I don't want that?

How could you not want that?

Because it's a part

of the war, isn't it?

The picture worth a thousand words,

I thought you were painting that.

No, it'll be your painting.

This painting.

But I want to feel you.

I want to see you.

I don't want everyone looking at

it like it's a part of the war,

like it's a part of that.

What's the difference why

they're looking at it?

Because they're going to...

I don't want...

You don't want what? What?

What?!

I don't want everyone

looking at me!

Oh, for God's sake,

Emily, to hell with them.

I can't say that! You can!

- I'm not like you.

- No, say it right now.

To hell with them. Go ahead.

Hear yourself say it.

To hell with them.

Say it because they don't matter!

They don't. None of them!

The work matters!

It matters to get the work

right and to get it right now,

and that's all that matters,

because that's what lasts,

and you think you have

all the time you need

to learn and grow and create?

You think you have all that time?

You don't! Nobody does!

Nobody!

If I do, if I paint

it for the magazine,

can you please, please tell

Dale Swint to leave me alone?

Oh, to hell with Swint.

I'm telling you what's important.

I'm telling you.

I have something to give

you, something of value,

and it's not the coaching

of your love life.

It's not all... Come on!

Emily, don't!

Ahh!

Hello?

Sabine?

Hello?

Delsanto, it's me.

I've been wondering,

a man is worth more than

his words, isn't he?

And a woman more than her pictures?

Maybe we're less than that.

Maybe our work is the best of us.

I hope not.

But there it is.

You're hard, Delsanto.

Am I?

Are you?

Is it...

too late for a visit?

Uh, yes, it's too late.

Okay.

I'll make other plans.

Do you have other plans?

Uh, yes,

other plans.

Good night then, Delsanto.

Good night.

Stars are never sleeping

Dead ones and the living

We live closer to the earth

Oh!

Never to the heavens

The stars are never far away

The stars are out tonight

They watch us

From behind their shades

Waiting for the last move

Soaking up our primitive world

Stars are never sleeping

Dead ones and the living

Their jealousy's spilling down

The stars must stick together

- Oh!

- We will never be rid

The stars are out tonight

Sorry.

That's fine.

Ugh! It's Swint.

Let me see.

Oh, my God.

"Date me or else?"

Else.

- Good one.

- Yeah.

There she is.

Yeah, there she is!

What's going on?

So, Emily, who knows you that well?

Did you pose for this?

Em. Shut up.

Em, I'm so sorry. It's everywhere.

It's all over the net.

Nobody knows who did it.

Stop laughing!

Go to your classrooms!

Go now! Go!

I'm sorry.

We removed it from the website,

and I think we have

the boy who did it.

Look at me when I

am talking to you!

Do not... I said look at me!

I have to make this phone

call now to you parents.

Emily! Emily.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me, Emily.

It was Swint!

It was Swint!

Let's go in the office.

They're after me, my Captain.

I think they want to hang me.

He says he didn't do it.

Of course he did.

And that you would vouch for him.

I like Emily, sir.

I tease her, but that's

because I like her,

and that picture,

that's not my style.

I can't draw that

graphic novel stuff.

Miss, you know that.

He's a smart ass, but I've

never seen him be malicious.

This has to be killing Emily.

I'm a cartoonist.

Everyone knows that.

I'm a cartoonist.

Wait outside.

Emily says she is

sure it's Swint's,

but she has no proof.

This is Swint's book,

and these two, they look the same.

No, they're not.

Cole has very short strokes.

Look at all the shading.

There's no shading at all in

this picture of Emily, none.

I don't think that either of these

boys would want to hurt Emily.

Oh, well, you don't

know Swint very well,

and you don't know art at all,

and I'm happy to give you a lesson.

I don't need a lesson in

understanding my students.

You're accusing Swint

because you don't like him.

And you like him why?

Because he calls you "my Captain"?

- It's from a poem.

- Yes, I know.

The Whitman poem, "O, Captain!

My Captain! Our fearful..."

The military talk is just

some silliness between us.

He's a clown, but he's smart.

He's harmless.

How sure of that are you?

At least as sure as you.

Miss Delsanto, this

is very serious.

Criminal charges could be made.

I have to suspend Cole

while we look into this.

Oh.

I see.

Yes.

Well, then, um...

I better get out of your way.

You're going to be very busy

suspending Cole Patterson

and looking for a

replacement teacher

for your art honors class

all on the same day.

Miss Delsanto?

Miss Delsanto!

I'd hold back on that suspension.

She's resolute.

It's from the Latin resolutus.

She has resolved.

So why would Swint

want to hurt Emily?

Because she refused him.

So? We males are used to that.

You know, we accept it.

We eat it for breakfast.

And by the way, would you have

breakfast with me this weekend?

Sunday brunch?

Brunch is a benign invitation.

No. Thank you.

See what I mean?

My point.

Is everything a game to you?

Hardly anything.

Someone struck out at a

fellow student today,

and it concerns this class

because they used art

as the weapon.

We're going to fight back

with the same weapon,

but we're not interested

in naming this attacker,

but in defining what sort

of person would do this.

So I want you all to think

of someone you've met

who is like this and draw them.

Wonder who that could be?

He's a sh*t.

Could be a she. Could be a teacher.

This person enjoys

someone else's pain,

someone else's fear,

someone else's humiliation.

You've seen this person smile or

even laugh when someone's hurt,

especially when they've

done the hurting.

They enjoy it.

So draw as close a

likeness as you can.

Hey, Dad.

We have to cancel

Friday. I'm sorry.

School has been crazy,

and Catherine is

assistant-teaching,

and we just have no time.

But, you know, we'll figure

it out when things calm down

and make sure we get

together, okay?

Captain.

Lieutenant Swint. How you doing?

As well as can be expected, sir.

You sure? Because I

know what it feels like

to be surrounded and outnumbered,

people sitting in judgment.

I know, sir.

It's sh*t, sir!

What do I do, sir?

You stand tall, soldier.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing? You

can't just take my book!

You can't just physically take

something from a student, okay?

There are rules!

You're not allowed to do this!

Ow! Sir, you're hurting a student!

So are you.

This is stealing!

I'm going to charge

you for stealing.

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