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Narrator: "S-a-t:"

Suck-ass test.

That's what that stands for.

Teacher: This is the
s.A.T. One examination.

For the first section,
you have 30 minutes.

Narrator:
Last year, 2 million kids

took the suck-ass test
in order to get into college.

Scores range from 500

if you're going to
community college riding a bus,

to 1,600 if you're Ivy league
driving a Porsche.

It's a standardized test.

"Standardized" meaning
they see us all the same.

A kid...

Is a kid...

Is a kid.

Take this kid,
for instance--Kyle.

He's a good guy

who knows where
he wants to go in life.

But for now, the s.A.T.

Is standing in the way
of Kyle's dream.

It's telling him
"you're just..."

Time!

Narrator: Then there's Anna,
the overachiever.

You know the type.

A future ph.D.
With a nice a-s-s.

Good deeds.

Good grades.

But the s.A.T. Doesn't care
about that.

You could be
the class brain,

a kid in the middle,

or dumb as a post.

When you walk
into this room,

it's not about who you are.

The s.A.T. Is about
who you'll be.

It's a 1020,
Mr. dooling.

Mr. dooling:
Well, I've seen worse.

I need a 1430.

I've applied
to Cornell.

Heh. Um...

And what are
your fall-back schools?

I don't have any.

That's kind of risky,
isn't it?

I mean, I'm looking
at your file here,

and while your gpa
is strong, your, um,

your p.S.A.T. Score
wasn't so great.

Don't you think that 1430
is, uh, is a little bit, uh...

Mr. dooling,
when I was 7,

I built a log cabin
out of popsicle sticks.

Now, you can go
in the halls right now

and 5 of the first 6 kids
you talk to

are not gonna have a clue
what they want to do

for the rest of their lives.

But, Mr. dooling...

I've known since I was 7.

I want to be an architect.

Now, as soon as I was
old enough to realize

that there's one school
that turns out

some of the greatest
architects of our time...

I've wanted to go there.

Cornell university.

Cornell.

You know the guy
who designed our bus barn?

He attended
a community college

just down the street.

Dooling said
you couldn't do it?

Narrator: That's Matty,
Kyle's right-hand man.

They say
misery loves company?

Well, it really loves Matty.

Dooling said the
standardized testing

says I can't do it.

You're down to a 1020?

Jesus. That's almost
as bad as me, man.

What'd you tell
your parents?

Well, what do you think?

We've never been
so proud, son.

Oh, hey.

Mmm, good.

Lookit. 143.

That's what I scored.

Remember, mom? Ha ha.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, look at the positives.

At least one of us
is goin' to college.

Hello, Maryland.

Narrator:
Matty's girlfriend Sandy

is a freshman at Maryland,

and he was now moments away

from hooking up with her
in the fall.

Open the letter,
Matty.

Yeah, you're right.

Why should the fact
that you're screwed

ruin my big day, huh?

Oh, shit!

"S.A.T. Score insufficient."

This shit ain't fair.

Sandy's gonna be crushed.

Do you even know
what "s.A.T." Stands for?

Suck-ass test?

Scholastic aptitude test.

Then they got rid
of that altogether.

You know what
it stands for now?

Huh?

S.A.T.

"S-a-t" stands for s.A.T.
That's it.

That's fucked up.

Yeah, I know.

"Sever all ties" s.A.T.

I mean, I may as well

sever all ties
with Sandy.

There's gotta be
somebody we can talk to.

There's no one
we can talk to?

Look, do you know how many kids
want to go up to e.T.S.

And complain about
their s.A.T.S?

I mean, if one goes up,
they all go up.

What about her?

Unless your father
owns the building.

So we'll take
the test again.

The re-test is in 2 weeks.

There's no time
to get ready.

And even if there was...

What's gonna change?

I'd better call Sandy.

She's gonna love this.

Man:
Yeah, Sandy's room.

Some guy answered.

Roommate's boyfriend.

He said, "Sandy's room."

So?

So her roommate's Pam.

He'd say "Pam's room,"
not "Sandy's room."

Pam's room. Pam!

All right.
All right, Matty.

No. No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

The s.A.T. Did this.

The s.A.T. Is pimping
out my girlfriend.

Damn it!

We gotta
do something, man.

These people,
they're messing

with the rest
of our lives.

Matty, the college board

made millions and millions
of dollars last year.

You think they give
a shit about us?

Just--just hear me out, ok?
'Cause I'm not a dumb guy.

All right?
I know things. Ask me--

ask me who's got the best
pitching staff in baseball,

or ask me--ask me how
to rebuild a carburetor

on a '71 buick. Ask me--

ask me what icing is,
for Christ sakes.

The point is, where
the hell's that on the test?

Because you learn the rest
in college.

Look, I show up
for a job interview,

there's a science geek,
there's a math nerd.

Who's gonna get the job?

The guy who can throw down
at the water cooler.

The guy who's heard
the new ataris disc.

The guy--the guy who yakked

in the backseat
of your cutlass

after the radiohead show.

Me. Me. That's me.
I get the job.

I'm still seeing no point.

The point is that
they are not playing fair.

Why should we?

I mean, we know where
the answers are--e.T.S.

Maybe we should borrow them.

You want to steal
the answers to the s.A.T.

I mean,
you have a talent, Kyle.

What you can do
with a pencil and paper,

I could never learn
to do that.

But they have a test that
you're never gonna pass.

Matty, a lot of kids
struggle with the s.A.T.

That doesn't
justify thievery.

No?

Did you see
my dad's truck

in the driveway
when you drove up?

It's the--it's the one
with the large crapper

on top of it.

It doesn't say "Matthews
septic" on it, Kyle.

It says, "Matthews
and sons septic" on it.

Look, if I don't
get into Maryland,

my life is shit.
Literally.

And it's not even
my own shit.

Kyle. Oh, dude,
check this out.

Listen. Listen.
Ok? Ok? Watch this.

Whoo! Whoo-hoo!

Thank you,
Princeton, New Jersey!

I did, uh,
smoke on the water.

You hear that?

I'm worried
about you, Kyle.

One of these days,
you're gonna try

to regain this lost youth
of yours

and you're gonna go
headfirst into a shit pit.

Is that
what you're doing,

living at home,
jamming with the dryer?

I don't live at home, bro.
I live above the garage.

It's a whole
separate dwelling!

I've got my own
phone line.

Hey, honey.

You want to help me
grade assignments?

We're teaching the kids
to bubble in.

Kyle: First graders?

Mom, most of these kids
can't even read yet.

Well, I hate to say it,

but there's more money for
the school in bubbling in

than reading these days.

Narrator: Now he gets it.

Just follow the money.

Standardized testing
is taking over,

and it starts
long before high school.

Test scores go up...

The schools get more cash.

In some cases,
even the teachers get paid.

It's enough to piss you off.
I mean,

when you get the feeling
that everything's slipping away,

that you're gonna be
left behind,

desperate times
call for desperate measures.

Hey, Matty? If you wanted
to borrow the answers,

how would you do it?

The girl at e.T.S.

The one the guard
let pass...

You recognize her?

Francesca Curtis.

The web-page girl?

Narrator: Francesca Curtis.

Talk about
your forbidden fruit.

Hey.

Do you guys know the name
of that kid

with the Percocet addiction?

Um...

No?

No?

No, no, no?

Um...
No.

Ok, um, if you have
something for my page,

you have to write it down

and slip it in my locker.

I'll get back to you.

Oh, no, we're, um--

if you don't know
where my locker is,

you're in way over
your heads. Sorry.

Matty: Actually...

We had something
else in mind.

So you guys
are gonna

steal the s.A.T. Answers?

Well...

You should. You should.

I mean, it's--
it's anti-girl.

It's anti...
A lot of shit.

But it definitely
has girl issues.

I mean, it underscores us
on the math and verbal.

On top of that,
the college board

settled a complaint
last year

that the p.S.A.T.
Had a testicle bias

for national merit
scholarships.

So you'll help us, then?

Um...No.

Why not?

Well, gosh, pacey,
maybe I don't think

you and Dawson
can pull it off.

Do you have a plan?

We're working on it.

Yeah, we're working on it.

Oh. Oh. Ok.

You're wasting my time.

Wait--wait.

But don't you find it
ridiculous

that from day one
they tell us to be unique?

They tell us
to be individuals.

Then they give us
a standardized test

that makes us all
one faceless herd?

Crowd:
Desmond rhodes, superstar!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.

$100 million a year.

Probably 60 million of that
from girls alone. For what?

To pick up a few stones
to throw at a bully

that doesn't
fight fair anyway?

I mean, look around
this place.

How many of these girls
are gonna get screwed

by this test?

What's that gonna do
to their self-esteem,

on top of everything else
they have to deal with?

You think you may be
kind of preaching

to the converted here?

Kyle: I know I am.

That's why
we approached you.

We need your help.

What the hell.

It sounds like fun.

I told you.

Crowd:
Desmond rhodes, superstar.

Narrator: Desmond rhodes,
all-city...

But his grades are shitty.

What do you think?

I look good in red.
I was thinking

more of a Philadelphia
76er-type red, though.

Is that why you
haven't taken

the s.A.T.S yet?
The pros?

Maybe.

May I speak
honestly?

Mom: Please.
I wish you would.

Des, I want you to
come to St. John's

because the fact
of the matter is,

your game
is not ready.

If you come with me,

I'll do everything
in my power

to get you
to the nba.

But if god forbid
you don't make it,

you're gonna have
a degree in one hand,

and you're gonna be
prepared for life

after basketball.

Now, you see, that's
what I'm talking about.

So where do we go
from here?

Well, that's
up to you.

You know, your
grade point average

is a little bit
on the low end

for us
at St. John's,

but we can work
with that.

What you need

is you need 900
or better

on the s.A.T.S.

Hey, Matty,
don't freak out, ok?

About what?
Just don't.

I won't.
What's up?

Matty:
What are you doing?

You remember
the photographer

at the basketball
game?

The girl
at the baseline?

You told Anna Ross?!

You said you
wouldn't freak out.

That was before I knew
you told the class brain.

Yeah, well...
I'm sorry, Matty.

You ever think maybe
we're not the only ones

in this boat?

What boat?!

It's Anna Ross!
I know.

What do you--
what--what--what--

well, what'd she say,
anyway?

You know, I don't
even know you,

but even if I did...

What you're talking about
is wrong.

It's--it's cheating.

It's a victimless crime.

Ok, hypothetical
situation...

You're driving,
it's late.

You get to a red light
in the middle of nowhere.

Do you run the light?

You see? You don't.

You wait. Because
a victimless crime

is still a crime.

It isn't worth it.

Maybe it is.
Maybe I run it.

It depends.

On what?

Am I trying to get
somewhere important?

So she's in.
She said no.

Yeah, but
she knows about it.

Oh, you like this girl?

Matt.

No, no, no, no.
'Cause I could see

if you're trying
to get into her pants--

Matt, it wasn't
like that.

I just got
the feeling...

Something
just tells me

she needs this
as bad as we do.

Oh. Oh, ok,
something tells you.

Something tells you
just to walk up

to Anna Ross

and invite her
to break into e.T.S.

And steal the answers
to the s.A.T.?

What, some inner voice
just signed off on this?

Yeah, it did,
all right, Matt?

That is great, Kyle!

Guy in stall: Oh!

Narrator, Roy:
Hey...That's me!

Just because they
keep getting younger

doesn't mean
you will.

Oh, here she is.

The game run late,
honey?

Anna's the yearbook
photographer.

Yeah. Yes. A little.

Anna, this is
tom hackett,

an old friend,
who might be able

to help us
with brown.

Hi, Anna. It's
a pleasure to meet you.

Hi.

Well, come on, honey,
sit down.

Let me get that.

It's just
her camera gear.

Ah.

Hey, sweetheart.

So...Great. Great.

What types of things
are you interested in

besides photography?

Oh, tell him about
the pledge drive

you coordinated.
Yeah. Yeah.

We asked students
to sign a pledge

to refrain
from drug use--

yeah. It was
very successful.

That's great.

Mom: She's
also involved

in several other
community-related

projects...

Hey, kiddo.

That went well.

Oh, I guess we won.

Yep, they did.

You know,
your father and I

have noticed the effort

you've put into
this re-test.

What if I mess it up again?

You won't.

You're gonna
do great.

We're really proud
of you, honey.

Hi, who's this?

Cleo.

I think I dialed
the wrong number,

but y-you sound familiar.

What's your
Thursday morning class?

M.E. Lecture.
Mine, too.

Yeah.

Uh, well, listen,
i won't keep you any longer,

but, um--oh--oh, hey,
before you go,

my roommates and I are
having this discussion.

Maybe you can help.

Yeah, what's the lowest
s.A.T. Score

you've ever heard of anyone
who's gotten into brown?

Thanks.

Francesca: E.T.S. Has
the entire top floor.

Kyle: Can you get us
up there?

Well, probably,

but...Then what?

I don't know,

but we're not talking about
a big heist, ok?

It's as easy as
getting in,

finding the answers, making
a copy, and getting out.

We've just gotta think
of the easiest way to do it.

Caw!

You've assembled
a crack team, chief.

Well, what was i
supposed to do, Matty?

He knows everything.
He threatened to bust us.

So does Anna Ross,
but she's not here.

You told Anna Ross?

Yeah. He had
a feeling about her.

Hey, was the feeling
anywhere near your crotch?

Hey, guys...

Roy: All right.

I have an idea.

The mail room services
the entire building.

They hire a lot of guys
straight out of high school.

They won't know you. Just...

Act like you own the place.

Yeah, easy for you
to say. You do.

You want to know what
we're up against or not?

You'll be fine.

Cornell
still worth it?

Yeah. Sandy?

Yeah.

Good.
Good.

'Cause we're in it now.

Can I help you?

These are the new
mail room slaves.

Ha! You guys forgot
your badges.

Losers!

Let's go.
Pay attention!

Roy, what the hell
are you doing here?

You mean other than
bailing you out?

How did you
get in here?

I'm the ghost, man.

By the way,
just so you know,

mail pickup...
Was this morning.

Mm. Unh!

Waiting till
the last minute, huh?

Hey.

Take a look at that.

Nice. Thanks, eh?

You think you could
help me with that?

Photography?

No. That.

No...I can't.

Come on, Anna.

For me?

You ever heard
of the term

"stereotype
vulnerability"?

It means that some students
do badly on the s.A.T.

Only because they know
they're expected to.

Yeah, well, I'll
tell you something

about stereotype
vulnerability.

If you mess up
on the s.A.T. Test,

you gotta live with it.
Your parents, maybe.

But if I do,
i gotta read about it

in usa today--

"Desmond rhodes
is a dumbass."

You know, just because
i play ball...

Teachers been
letting me slide through

since, like, forever.

I'm not trying to say
it's their fault,

'cause it's not.

I did what I did.

If there was some way

I could just get around
this one thing...

It all means more
to me now.

That's all I'm trying
to say.

Excuse me.
Huh?

Who are you?

Uh...Who am I?

Who are you?

This is my office.

Ah. Oh, yeah.

I'm from the mail room.

Well, do you have
something for me?

Um...Yeah.

Well, could you
give it to me?

Yes, I can.

Oops.

My bad.

Let me get that
for you.

Anything else
i can do for you...

While I'm down here?

Huh?

Huh--yeeeeeah....

Man: Hey, hey, you.

Yeah, copy room,
right?

Uh...Right. Right.

Great.

I need 2 copies
of this on rush.

One comes back to me,
one goes to Ann Clark,

and the master goes to
510 for filing. Got it?

Sure.

Great.

Hey! Whoa!

What are you doing?!

Casing the joint,
right?

You...

Oh, thank you.
Here.

No, no, no, no. If we take it,
they might get suspicious.

They could change it
by next Saturday.

Copy it.
Copy it.

Say hello
to your future, Matt.

Septic and toilets--s.A.T.

Come on, man,
it was a good run.

What run?

There was no run.

Francesca: Yeah, well,
whatever it was, it's over.

Roy, narrating:
Francesca was right.

We were screwed.

Wow.

Well, at least she
didn't bring the cops.

Roy: Or...Maybe not.

If I wanted to do
what we talked about...

Will you
need to know why?

No, but I don't think

that's gonna
be possible now.

Oh.

Hey, can I ask you
something?

Why'd you bail
on your exam?

I didn't.

I saw
your answer sheet.

It was
practically blank.

I was doing fine
at first,

then I came to
a story question.

"A woman boards a train
in New York at midnight."

"3 hours later,
a man also boards."

For some reason,
i couldn't get past it.

Where was this woman going?
Why was she alone?

Proctor: Time!

I know it probably
sounds crazy,

but it just
hit home for me,

and I...I wanted
to be on that train

and just be...
Gone...Somewhere.

I guess I just froze.

When I got home,
i realized

how disappointed
my parents would be.

I--i need to do great
on this test.

Yeah.

Well, like I said--

if it's money you want,
we can pay you.

No, it's not money,
it's--

we?

Yeah, there's
someone else besides me.

Please, don't say no.

Yes!

No!
Come on, Matt.

What in the hell
is wrong with you?

It's one more person.

It's Desmond rhodes!

Besides, I heard
he was going pro.

Nah, man.

He's not strong enough
to be a 4,

not quick enough
to be a 3.

Besides, he's got
no left hand,

and his mid-range game
needs work.

I don't see it.

I mean, Anna Ross,
that's bad enough,

but do you know
how high-profile

Well, he knows about it
and he wants in.

Anna says he needs it
and we can trust him.

Anna says
he needs it.

What are we,

a frickin'
soup kitchen?!

Which brings me
to point number 2.

Last I heard, we had
no way of doing this.

I've been thinking
about that.

Hey.
Hey.

Was your father
suspicious?

Oh, no.
To be suspicious

he'd have to be
interested.

Um, there are
security codes, too.

They gotta supply
the building owner

with a copy in case
of an emergency.

Yeah, I can get 'em.

Ok.

Ok.

Ok.

I will
see you Tuesday.

Ok, I'll see you
Tuesday.

Francesca.

Yeah?

That bad, huh?

My father?

No. Whatever.

I mean, you know.

Poor little
rich girl thing's

a little played out,
don't you think?

It's, like, the oldest
story in the world, isn't it?

Not the true story.

All right.
I'll see you on Tuesday.

I will
see you Tuesday.

Bye.

Roy: And sometimes
it's that easy.

Shit happens.
People join the cause.

And you find yourself
moving towards something

you didn't
plan on approaching.

I mean, by the time
we were aware of it,

the plans of one
had become the plans of 6.

And the plans of 6
become one.

Hey.

We're eating.

Yeah.

Boy, what's up! Ha ha!

Who is this?

It's Roy.
From the s.A.T. Thing.

How did you
get this number?

I'm the ghost, man.

Give it to me.

Who's calling, please?

What?

Oh. It's, um...Roy.

Well, Roy,
this is our dinner time.

We don't interrupt
your dinner time, do we?

Well, I don't
have dinner time.

Well, that's a shame.

Now, do you have
some business with my son?

Uh, well...

I am, at this time,

assisting him

in his s.A.T.
Exam preparations.

And I was wondering

if he could possibly

pick me up
this evening,

as I am currently

without transportation.

Oh, s.A.T.

Well, there's hope
for you yet, Roy.

Um, why don't
you give me that address?

I appreciate that,
ma'am.

And, uh...Uh...
May I say

that you have
an attractive voice.

It's, uh,
very pleasant.

Uh, young sounding.

Mm-hmm.
The address, please.

4207 triumph street.

With a "t."

Triumph. All right.
He'll be there.

Thank you, Roy.

Oh, god.

Be on time.

Francesca, Tiffany.

Tiffany, my
daughter Francesca.

Hi.

Hmm. Peace.

Peace.

Oh, no.

P-i-e-c-e. You.

No.
She's just kidding.

Roy: Dawg, cool.

All right.
Oh, my socks.

Ya-hoo!

Aw, sweet!

What school
gave you this?

It's my uncle's
ride, man.

Then what school
gave it to your uncle?

Why in the hell you call
yourself the ghost?

At school, man.

I hear things
and I see things,

but nobody
hears or sees me.

You think.

Well, I got your
cell number, didn't I?

So?

You got mine?

Ah.

This fool is crazy.

Don't touch my shit.

8:00.

So you're
absolutely positive

your brother's not
gonna be there, right?

Don't worry, Matty.

We got the place
to ourselves.

He promised.

You sure?
Yeah.

Oh, shit!

Oh, that's my brother.
Hey.

What's going on?
Salud. Salud.

Oh, sorry, bro.
Hope it comes out.

What's up?

Larry, what
the hell is this?

You said we could
have the place tonight.

Was that supposed
to be tonight?

'Cause tonight
is wine tasting--

wine-tasting Tuesday.

Roy: Aha!
What's up?!

Man: Oh, yeah!

Wow. What's this?

Wine-tasting Tuesday.

Nice.

Whoa. Whoa.

Look, Larry. Larry.

Hmm?
You promised.

Yeah, I know.

But maybe we can
do it next Tuesday.

All right, this is e.T.S.

This is so cute, this whole
thing you're going through.

I'm sorry.

There was
a misunderstanding.

Man, what the hell
is she typing?

I'm just taking notes.

All right. This is e.T.S.

Francesca:
Who took that photo?

Uh, Anna took it.

Oh.

I'm...Not sure I'm
comfortable with this.

Oh, you look comfortable

in your Old Navy
cotton pullover.

You gotta get
this look.

Did I do something?

Yeah, you did something.
You got a 4.0 gpa.

Francesca, just stop it,
all right?

Do you know
what the fatal flaw is

for most heists? Hmm?

It's trusting the team.

So excuse me
for being a bitch,

but I'd like to know why
the valedictorian is here.

I'm not
the valedictorian.

I'm...Second.

Oh, that explains
everything.

Everyone has their reasons
for being here.

We don't need to know them.

Really? I think we do.

It'll be like that scene

in the breakfast club
where they all get stoned

and make confessions
to each other.

Ah, sweet.

Maybe we should.

Maybe we should
all say

exactly why we're here.

Kyle said we wouldn't
have to, so--

well, I think we do,
so, I'll start.

I'm here
to make new friends.

And for the wine, of course.

How about you, superstar?

I'm here 'cause
the s.A.T. Is racist.

Well, that didn't take long,
now, did it?

Oh, you don't think so?

Who created the test?
Rich white guys.

Who scores the highest
on the test?

Roy: Asian chicks.

Middle-class Asian girls

who watch less than an hour
of television a day.

They can't drive,

but they can take the shit
out of the s.A.T., huh?

Desmond: Whatever.
Why are you here?

Uh, 'cause I'm not
smart enough

to get the score
that I need,

as opposed to being
this genius

who's being screwed
by the man.

Matty--

it is, you know.

It's unfair
to certain groups.

It is. Like kiss-ass
valedictorians.

I'm not
the valedictorian.

Oh, right.
You're second.

All right! Enough, ok?

This is the floor plan
for the tower

that houses the regional
e.T.S. Office, ok?

This is
the hardware schedule

that tells the specs
of security cameras

that are here,

here, here, and here.

It's pretty,
and yet--pret-Ty--

Roy!

Pay attention.
Please.

Now, Francesca has the codes
to all the locks inside e.T.S.,

and we know where
the test answers are filed,

so if you guys think
that we can somehow--

yeah.

Yo. Is this thing hemp?

This is never gonna work.

It'll be ok.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we're gonna be great.

I mean, all-state's phone
is ringing off the hook here,

and Roy--

Roy's trying to smoke
Larry's comforter.

Hey, Roy! Roy!

I'm serious. You're
about out of here.

Francesca: Shit.

Shit.

You need some help
with that?

Mm...No, not unless
you can encode visual basic.

Here.

There.

What did you do?

I don't know.

Some shit with
the dynamic variables.

So we gonna
do this or what?

Now, would you turn your phone
off and start paying attention?

You got a problem
with me?

No, I got a problem with
anybody who puts us at risk.

So you think
it's me?

Fine. I don't need
this shit no way.

Anna, you down
with this?

Uh...

You guys see Desmond
on TV this weekend?

Playing for
St. John's?

Took 25 and 10
off north Carolina.

Matty, you saw it, right?

You were at your apartment
with Sandy in Maryland.

I missed it.
I had a date.

But my roommate at brown
is a big sports fan

and she said
it was pretty great.

You know what?
It was.

I saw the whole thing
from my Cornell dorm room.

Roy, you had money on it.

Well, I hope
you covered the spread.

We can do this. Ok?

We can all get where
each one of us wants to go.

But we have got to
trust each other.

You talk a good game,

but I think your mom's
gonna come in with snacks.

This is serious.

Some of us
got a lot to lose.

Uh...I think that we all
have a lot to lose.

All right, fair enough.

Just hear me out.

Anyone who doesn't
like the plan can walk.

Ok.

All right.

Friday afternoon, Francesca
will enter through the lobby.

The same
as any other Friday.

Then, she'll make appointments
for me and Matty

with her dad's partner.

Well, what if he
recognizes you?

He won't recognize me.

Oh, he might.

Hands up!

He won't recognize me.

All right,
once I'm up and in,

Matty's gonna sign in
and join us

in Francesca's father's
office.

Where am I gonna be?

You're waiting
in the woods nearby.

With that big-ass crow?

Aah!

Alone?

No, with Desmond and Anna.

Ah.

Oh, Roy!

Yeah, baby!

Huh? Ha!

Oh, give it to me, Roy.

Who's your daddy now?
Come on!

Maybe we should
all go together.

No, we need you guys
outside on the perimeter

for when the night guard
makes his rounds.

Now, their rotation
isn't really precise,

and we're gonna be using
flashlights inside.

So we'll watch out
for the guards

to make sure
you cut 'em off.

Right. Exactly. Exactly.

Now, inside, Francesca's gonna
ask the night security guard

to disconnect the alarm
on the rear stairwell door,

saying she has boxes
to unload from her car--

something she's done
in the past.

Guard: Hold it right there.

Aah! Ohh!

Kyle: Matty and I have
about 20 seconds

to get inside
the stairwell

before the guard returns
to the front desk

and his security bank
of monitors.

We'll take the stairs
to the roof

and wait for Francesca's
key card.

From here we're almost home.

We get in,
we get the answers,

and we get out.

Shortly after midnight,

this is me...

25 minutes
into Saturday morning,

and a whole lot closer
to the rest of our life.

Who's gonna join me?

All right.

You smoke?

Makes kissing
kind of nasty.

Then we won't be kissing, huh?

I...I know.
I was just, um...

Why are you here?

I need the answers.

To join Sandy at Maryland.

What's so great about her,

I mean,
aside from being smoke-free?

You wouldn't get it.

Hmm. Try me.

I mean, it's, like...
I don't get the best grades.

I'm not really great at...
Anything.

But here was something
that I was finally great at.

I was great
at being with Sandy.

I could make her laugh.

I could--i could...
Guess what she was thinking.

And it was just...

Great. It was--
it was great.

And?

And I just can't wait
to be great again.

We're here
for the bank's money,

not your money.
Your money's insured

by the federal government.

You're not gonna
lose a dime.

Think of your families.
Don't risk your life.

Don't try and be a hero.

Right now I want you
to sit on the floor

and put your hands
on your head.

Roy: And so the day arrived.

We had packed it,

rolled it,

smoked it.

Now it was time
to ride the buzz.

Yeah?
Hey, it's me.

Set your phone to vibrate,
call me back, ok?

All right. From here on out,
we're gonna use redial.

Tell Roy the same thing, ok?

I got you.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

I forgot
the bolt cutters.

Huh?

Just kidding.

That's funny.

Here we go. Masks.

Did you bring your floaties?

It's all I could find.

All right. We're here.

Answers are here.
Keep your mask on

till we get past
the security cameras,

just in case.

Ow. Ow!

You walk much?

My mask is fogged.

All right, there's
a security camera

around the corner
on the right.

So stay low
and tight to the wall.

What do we do
if it sees us?

About 3 to 6 months
and a lot of community service.

It's not like I'm gonna
look at your underwear.

Who says I'm wearing any?

Ooh!
Matty, you ok?

I can't see--

I can't see through
this stupid mask!

Just--just come forward.
Come forward.

Ok.

No, 2 o'clock.
2 o'clock.

2 o'clock. Ohh!

Kyle:
This way. This way.

Grab my hand.
Grab my hand!

Thanks.

This way.

Nature calls.

Yeah, it's something,
isn't it?

No. Nature calls.

Can I ask you
a question?

Why do you smoke pot?

Something to do?

Why do you bite
your fingernails?

All right.

This is it.

Francesca?

Ok.

Ok, ok, ok.

Ladies and gentlemen,
i present you with...

A serious waste of time.

Why would you
lock the door to this?

This was it.

Matty,
i swear this was it.

The answers went
to 510 for filing.

"went to" doesn't help us,
now, does it?

I had the answers
in my hands.

"One comes back to me."

Kyle, what--Kyle.

Shit!

What are you doing?!

Shh! Shh!
Stop!

Eew.

Who the hell was that?

That was Bernie.
He's the night lobby guard.

He hits on everybody.

Well, he's early.

Matty: Where were you going?

"One comes back to me."

The guy who sent me
to copy the answers

said, "the master goes
to 510 for filing,

and one comes back to me."

Francesca: So what do you want
to do, call him at home?

I want to find
his office.

545.

Roy, what time
do you have?

About that time.

Yeah, can you see
the far side

of the building
from here?

I'm gonna go see if i
can get a better view.

Holy shit.

My phone.

My phone.

Oh!

Aah! Aah, shit.

Roy! Roy, the guard!

There's a problem
with my phone.

What problem?

Phone!

Yeah.

Shut off the lights.
Shut off the lights.

Shut off the lights.

Yes?

Roy: Sorry.
All clear.

Tell Roy
I'm kicking his ass.

Hey, hey, I got it.

It's office 545.

Hey.

Maybe it's in here.

You know what this means.

Hello.

It's for you.

Is it a chick?

Hello.

Roy,
we need your help.

Who is this?

It's Kyle, Roy.

Oh.

Clyde's.

Uh, Dave, it's Matty.

Hey, Matty.
What's up, man?

Um, I need
some flowers delivered.

Tell him roses.

Uh, make it roses.

And do you think
you could hook me up

with a bottle
of champagne?

Uh...Yeah, man.
I think I could do that.

All right, nice.

And, um...
I need a card signed,

um...From--

"from your secret admirer."

"From
your secret admirer."

Uh, here's the name
and address.

Anna: If you could do
anything with your life

and money was no object,

what would you do?

Roy: Anything at all?

When I was a kid,

I used to play
this video game for hours.

Street fighter 2.

And I remember thinking,

you know, people get paid
to do this,

to think up the game
and to create the characters.

Like there's this
one character...Blanca.

He's, like, half human
and half lizard...

Who eats his opponents.

Well, I mean, you know,

he either zaps 'em
with lightning

or he...
Bites their faces off.

It's pretty cool, huh?

So you'd design
video games?

Naw. I'd kinda like
to be blanca.

I was thinking someday
i might want to be an actor.

Hmm. As opposed to
solving world hunger

or curing
a terminal disease?

See what I mean?

I would run a no-kill
animal shelter...Or...

I'd just be a mom...

Not just a mother.

I would be a real mom.

You know, one who cared
more about the title of parent

than the one
on her business card.

Or porn.

Hey, guys, he's here.
Dave's here.

All right, Roy, when she opens
up the door, you haul ass.

What do I do?

You wait here with me.

They only need Roy.

All right, flash,
you ready?

Roy, you need
to get off that bong.

Ok, I'm here.

Kyle: Ok, wait. Not yet.

Wait me for me.

Are you sure
they just need Roy?

Maybe we should go, too.

Just Roy, Anna.

All right, Roy,
get ready.

You Bernie?

Yeah.

Delivery.
Hmm?

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go!

Aw, hell, dawg!

Uh! Ah! Oh, shit! Ooh!

Come on!
Come on!

Whoo!

Is he in?

What the hell was that?!

Kyle: Francesca,
is he in?

Oh, yeah, he's in,
plus 2.

What?

Oh, man, not steps!

we think the answers
are in this computer,

but there's a password.

Is this the guy?

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, um, um...

You're a filthy man, Arnie.

Uh, what do they
call this thing?

Verification
master.

"Mercer county s.A.T.
Exam to be administered

fall 2004."

This is getting rich.

Shh! Print one and let's
get out of here.

Um, you need
3 other passwords

and 3 other people
to print.

So can't you figure it out?

Uh, sure, just give me 6 months
in the c.I.A. Mainframe.

Francesca:
Well, that was fun.

Guys, the exam's
right here.

Yeah, you just need
the answers.

Exactly.

Oh, I get it.

Come on, team.
Makes perfect sense.

We'll take the test now

so we can steal
our own answers,

and then we'll take
the real test

with the stolen answers
we were afraid would be wrong

in the first place.

It's nice. It's really nice.

Who wants pancakes?

Wait. No, no, no.
Guys, guys, guys.

The exam's
right here.

Now, maybe we thought
this was bigger than us

one-on-one,
but there's no way

it's gonna beat
all 6 of us together.

Oh, come on,
man.

Matty, just
try this, ok?

"If it takes
15 people 8 hours

"to make 100 items,

"how many hours
will it take

"6 people working
at the same rate

to make half as many
items?"

Uh...
Anna: 10?

10 hours?

"D." 10.

She's second
in the class.

All right, all right.
Let's see.

"A 10-quart mixture

"consists by volume
of one part juice

to 9 parts water..."

Jesus, what lightweight's
making this drink?

Ahem.

"If x quarts of juice
and y quarts of water

"are added to this mixture
to make a 27-quart mixture

"that consists by volume
of one part juice

"to 2 parts water,

what is the value of x?"

Anna: 9.

"C" is 9.

No. It says, "if x quarts
of juice are added,

what is the value of x?"

We already have
one part juice,

so 9 minus one equals x.

Matty: 8!
Yeah.

"D" is 8.

He's right. Sorry.

No, guys,
don't be sorry.

That's 2 down.

Now, we could walk
away right now,

but what are we really
walking away to?

I say we trust
each other's talent

and take a shot
as a group.

I say he's right.
We can do this.

Yeah, unless we run
out of time.

Right.
So we split it up.

Roy, can you access this
from another computer?

Yeah, as long as
it's in his office.

Done. All right?
Someone's gotta

take a crack at verbal.
Francesca?

No, no. Me and words
are not so goodly.

Ok. Anna, you and i
will do verbal.

Someone's
gotta do math.

I'll do it.

Are you sure? I mean,
it could be a little...

Have you ever heard
of the term

"kiss my ass"?

Math doesn't scare me.

You just take care
of the verbal.

Ok, um, who's
helping des?

Well, I guess I can,

but only with
quadratic equations,

coordinate geometry,

and algebraic
visualizations.

Well, if you want.

All: Yeah.

Hey!

Well, Hasselhoff,
it looks like you and me.

We'll watch the lobby.

You know, you don't
have to wait there.

The guard's not due
for a couple hours.

You know, Sandy liked
this blue color...

"Trueberry blue."

Not anymore.

You said "liked."

You said,
"Sandy liked."

Likes. Whatever.

What's wrong? She
doesn't call anymore?

No, she calls.

She calls.

Yeah, but...
Not like before.

She's busy.

Matty, it's over.

It's never gonna be
like the way it was.

Don't...

Look, you don't know anything
about it, ok?

Well, I know
it's not healthy.

Oh, yeah, right,
and folding yourself up

into a web page 'cause daddy
doesn't love you enough is, huh?

Uh...I'm--I'm--I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.

Then why'd you say it?

'Cause she doesn't call
anymore.

Remember when you said

that you were great
at being Sandy's boyfriend?

Well, you weren't.

That's nice, Francesca.

Why don't you just
rub it in a little--

you weren't
great at being

some girl's
boyfriend, Matty.

You just found someone

who let you be ok
with yourself.

"X is to y..."

As this shit
is to boring.

What score do you need
on the test, anyway?

A 900.

And you're taking
the math for us?

I was afraid
of the verbal, Roy.

I could Ace the math
and still not get a 900.

So when do you go pro?

You don't know my moms,
man.

She all about
college degrees.

She worked 3 jobs.

If I blow my knee out
in college,

all I got is credits.

If I blow my knee out
in the nba,

I got a 4-year guaranteed
contract.

Millions.

So what does she say
when you tell her that?

I can't.

You just don't know
my moms, man.

So all this 'cause you
can't talk to your mom?

Can you talk to yours?

My mom's dead...

But if she wasn't...

Yeah.

I think
i could talk to her.

Let me get in there,
huh?

Whoa. Do your thing. Hoo!

You know,
a lot of people

think these questions
are difficult.

Not me.

No?

No.

These questions
all have answers.

We good?

Yeah.

All right,
let's get outta here.

Roy, what's in your bag?

Um, nothing.

Uh! Oh, I needed
some school supplies.

Roy, you can't
take this stuff!

Why not?

Because if anything's
missing,

Francesca's
gonna get busted.

So?

Why did you take
the guy's photo?

The wife is hot. Look.

Come on. I'll help you
take it back.

We'll wait here.

Anna and I will be
on the roof.

Uhh!

Anna: I can't believe it!
This is so awesome!

You got your answers.

Yeah, that, too,

you know, but...

It's all of it.

We did it. Aow!

Shh! We haven't done
anything yet.

What's going on
with you?

I don't know.
I'm having fun, I guess.

I mean, I know how
people see me...

Like one of those
perfect girls

that everything
always works out for.

I just always wanted to punch
one of 'em in the face.

I'm not a robot, you know?

I just haven't done
very much. Yet.

Well, 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.

Oh, shit!
Shit!

What happened?

Someone's here.

Come on.

Roy! Grab my hand.

We'll pull you up.

Wait, wait, wait!
Francesca first. Hold on.

Kyle: What's wrong?

Francesca's not
gonna make it.

We gotta go.
We gotta go right now, man.

Come on, man,
this is wrong.

You're not gonna
leave her like this.

We don't have a choice.
Come on, let's go!

Hell, no.

Oh, I'll go!

Rhodes, if your ass

doesn't get through
this skylight,

the rest of us are
gonna get screwed.

Now, Francesca knew
the risks and so did you.

Come on, man.

He's right, des.
Come on!

Come on!

This shit
is messed up.

Come on.

Come on, Roy.
Come on.

C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon.

C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon.

Aaay! Aaah!

Matty.

Kyle: Matt, come on.

Matty! 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 key card
to get out the back door.

Desmond and Roy go right,

we're gonna 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.

What 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.

Well, let me ask you
a question.

You're a parent.
Which do you prefer--

the son who lives
above the garage

or the son who cheats
his way into college?

Next time
you pull off 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?

Ha ha ha!

There is plenty
i don't know.

But I will tell you
something

that you don't know.

Did you know

that every Christmas
after you go to bed,

dad, mom, and I,
we 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...

'Cause he's a good guy
and he does the right thing.

Every Christmas
for how long?

I don't know.
10 years or something.

You don't think
i would've liked

to sit up with my family
on Christmas?

Heh. Yeah, but you'd
just stress us out.

Good night, little brother.

Ah, word of advice...

Why not?

Never take advice
from anyone

who lives above a garage.

How long since
your mother passed, baby?

Hmm?

Um...

9 years ago.

I was 8.

Hmm.

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, hmm?

Um...

Something to do?

Something to do.

You know how they say,

"thank the lord my mother's
not alive to see this"?

No.

Well, somebody's
mother is, Roy,

and I am not happy
with this.

I'm sor--sorry?

You get yourself a shower
and some clean clothes.

We'll wait.

Fix you some breakfast
before the exam.

Ok?

Uh, i-I've been
thinking about that.

Mrs...

Uh, Desmond's mom.

Mm-hmm.

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.

Oh. You're
a smart boy, Roy...

But, baby, there's
a whole lotta dumb

dribbling out of
your mouth right now.

Now, did you hear
what I said

about a shower
and clean clothes?

Uh...Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

You'll find I don't like
to repeat myself.

Yes, ma'am.

Get your ass up!

Um, yes, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

Fool.

Damn.

You know, not everybody
can pull it off,

but the dashing
criminal thing

looks pretty good
on you.

Yeah? Wait till
you smell it.

You know what I was
thinking in there?

Hmm?

I need to work
on being alone.

Radio:

Or not.

Did anyone ever tell you
you're a hell of a kisser?

Yeah.

Not as good as
my cell mate Ramon.

But it's not bad.

What about the exam?

Here's the thing--

once you've spent
the night in jail

with the worst version of
who you could be someday...

The s.A.T. Ain't nothin'.

How about you?
You gonna be all right?

Yeah.

I think it's gonna
be a nice day.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Sick and twisted.
S.A.T. Ha.

Secretly a tease.

I completely have lost touch

with who you are!

Unacceptable, Anna.
Unacceptable.

You're out all night
doing god knows what,

with god knows whom.

You're jeopardizing everything
that we have worked for

on the Eve
of the biggest day

of your life.

This is the real world.
You remember that.

You feel pressured,
you deal with it.

You feel stressed,
you 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
are gonna be disappointed.

Hell, the girls at brown
are gonna be disappointed.

So if not brown,
where you gonna go?

I don't know.

Europe, maybe,
then college.

What's up?

Nah.

Really?

I already
nailed the math,

and plus, you don't
know my mom.

Roy?

Aw, shit, 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.

Ah, shut up.
Don't be.

Besides...

It's not that bad.

Ha ha ha.

No,
i don't need 'em.

Come on, man,
take them.

I'm serious.
Take them.

No, I'm not takin' 'em.

I already took the test.
I'm not takin' it 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.

All right, wait.

Does this mean
you're out, too, now?

Do I look like
i need the answers?

You look like
you need a pimp.

Kyle: Wait, wait.

Are you tellin' 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.

Kyle: Yeah, it is, but...

If they want to put
a number on that,

then to hell with them.

I know who I am.

Matty: Yeah?

Yeah.

When did you have this
little moment of clarity?

About the same time

my jackass best friend
got arrested.

So all this
was for nothin'?

I wouldn't
call this nothin'.

Man...

Screw this!

Proctor:
You have 30 minutes.

Roy: 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,

s.A.T. Stands
for "stoned and toasted."

Speaking of college, Desmond
kicked ass on the re-test

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 workin' on both.

Francesca sold
her first novel.

It's about 6 kids who conspire
to steal the s.A.T. Answers.

If they make
a movie out of it,

I wonder
who'll play me?

He better be hung
like a horse.

Kyle did fine
on his exam.

Anna crushed him.

He's at Syracuse now

where his dream of becoming
an architect is still alive.

Anna went off to Europe

and eventually found her way
to college on her own terms.

Now, every other weekend
in New York

when a woman boards
a train at midnight

and a man boards
that same train,

now we know what happens.

Life happens--

romance, adventure...

The stuff you won't find
on a test.

I had the highest
test score in the county.

But that didn't exactly
offset my 0.0 gpa.

Eventually, I was forced--
i mean encouraged--

to get my g.E.D.

I still spend
most of my time

at home on video games.

In fact, the number-one
selling game last year

was created by me.

Aah...

Ha ha! That's right, baby.

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