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She's coming in hot.
She's The Mick.

-Yaah!
-I just built that.

It didn't take.

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I don't really know how
to do any of this stuff.

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Get a load of this loser.

ALBA: Yeah, looks like
a barista or something.

-Probably writes poetry.
-(scoffs)

Is that your boyfriend?

No, that's not my boyfriend.

It's my poetry teacher,
Mr. Reed.

-What?! Are you serious?
-Nailed it.

What are you two so happy about?

Don't worry about it.
Don't you think it's

a little bit late to be getting
a ride home from your teacher?

I was at an open mike night
at the coffee shop he works at.

-What?!
-(gasps) Two times! Two times!

-You're good.
-What is happening?

Eh, nothing.
Just that we are

-psychic as balls.
-Mm-hmm.

And as a psychic person,
I will have you know

it's never a good idea
to have sex with your teacher.

-I'm not sleeping with him.
-Good.

-Yet.
-Wha...? Oh, come on.

Sabrina, I always knew you
were dumb, but I didn't realize

-you were a walking cliché.
-I thought you liked

the pretty morons
with the cheese-grater abs.

Yeah, I did, when I was younger.
But I'm a woman now.

I can grate cheese
on Brian's brains.

Brian sounds like
a real child molester.

Why? Because he thinks
I have a real future?

-In poetry?
-Sure.

Or maybe as a singer/songwriter,

if I ever decide
to put my words to music.

You can't sing. Or write songs.

Come on, open your eyes,
this guy just wants to bang you.

Oh, really?
Then why does he want me to read

my poetry
at the school's Art Fest?

Uh, because he wants
to bang you.

BEN:
I like poetry.

Boat, coat, moat.

Yeah, careful, Ben, she might
fall in love with you, too.

Listen, I had a fling
in high school

with a faculty member,
and it was a big mistake.

You slept with a teacher? Sweet.

No, it was not sweet.
And it wasn't a teacher.

It was just this guy
who worked at the school.

Mm-hmm. Like a janitor?

No, not like a janitor.

He was head of maintenance.

So Kin Janitor.

All that matters is
that it was very traumatic.

Once he got what he wanted
from me, he just blew me off.

And when I tried
to confront him about it,

he-he just acted like
nothing ever happened, you know?

Like I was just
this crazy psycho

who dreamt the whole thing up.
And nobody believed me.

They all trusted
the janitor, huh?

At least the janitor
drove a car.

(thudding)

-Whoa. What's going on?
-I'm trying to stick

the frickin' landing
on the frickin' handspring.

-You got to bend your knees.
-I freaking know that!

Okay, hey, don't snap at me,
all right?

Talk to me.

Let me in.

Okay, well...

they published
the eighth grade Hot List,

and I came in at number 42.

-Oh, that's not so bad.
-Out of 50.

Oh. That stings.

God, you know, when I was a kid,

they used to tack that thing
to the bulletin board.

I was always top five.

One time I got strep throat,

they had to send everyone home
on antibiotics.

I don't get it.
I've tried everything.

My hair is bigger
than it's ever been.

I paid for everyone's lunches
last week.

I spent a fortune
on this belt buckle.

I figured this handspring
would really turn things around.

Give me 200 bucks--
I'll fix your problem.

You can get me to number one?

Yeah. Well, I mean, right
after I cure genital herpes

and fix the racial divide
in America.

No, I am not
a miracle worker, Chip.

But I can get you in the top 20.

Okay, fine.

What do I got to do?

You get some beauty sleep

and enjoy your final night
of being uncool.

YOUNG WOMAN: "I got up from
the floor, and I took a walk.

"As I reached
the top of the bridge,

"my feet trembled.

I realized
just how easily I could jump."

-(scattered applause)
-Do it. Jump already.

-Don't heckle the poets.
Got to keep a low profile. -Oh.

I'm trying to assess
how big of a threat Mr. Reed is.

MICKEY:
Oh, yep.

There he is, surrounded
by all of his groupies.

Ah, probably deciding
which one he wants...

-to kill.
-I don't think poets

are going around killing people.

Yeah? What about Che Guevara?

I don't know
what that means. Shh.

"Wind passes.

"The glowering sun emerges,

and with it a new day."

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

Just with all the pain
in the world...

it feels more appropriate
to speak from the heart,

-off the cuff.
-Ew, gross. -Yeah.

When I close my eyes,

I see our land in flames.

And I ask myself,
who do we blame?

Do we blame the old beggar

with the crumbs in his beard?

Or do you not see him?

-Do you wish...
-Is he gonna say "disappear"?

...he'd disappear?

-Get out of here.
-Wha...?

-Did you know that one?
-What the hell was that? No.

It wasn't...
that wasn't off the cuff.

-It rhymed. It was a poem.
-(gasps quietly)

(gasps)
Did he just tickle her?

He definitely did
just tickle her.

-We caught a predator.
I'm gonna go give Dr. Seuss

-a piece of my mind.
-All right.

Well, I'm gonna hang back.
Oh, hey.

Do you think they got hash here?

What, like, on the menu?

-Yeah.
-No.

You know, it's cool.
I'm gonna ask anyway. Yeah.

Psst.

(crickets chirping)

-Ow! Aah...
-JIMMY: Oh, yeah!

That's gonna shine up real nice.

Wha...?

The hell is the matter with you,
you frickin' idiots!

Okay, you know what,
you want to complain,

or you want to hear the plan?
That bruise

-is your ticket to climbing
The Hot List. -How?

Aw, Chip.

I look at you
and I see nothing.

You're not smart.
You're not funny.

You look like a jackass.
Okay? You got no hook.

That black eye's gonna give you
some much-needed mystique.

Do I have mystique?

An assload of it.

Now, pay attention.
When you go to school

people are gonna ask you
what happened.

You keep it vague.
You say, "Don't worry about it."

You let the rumor mill
do the work.

Whatever they cook up
is gonna be far sexier

than the fact you got your
ass kicked by a ten-year-old.

-I'm seven.
-I rest my case.

Guess it's worth a shot.

Yeah. But first we're gonna need

to make that bruise
a little deeper.

Ben.

Due cappuccino. Enjoy.

-So, you like underage girls,
is that right? -Excuse me?

Oh, your little cheering section
over there. You like 'em young?

Oh. My students.

To be honest,
I think they're only here

'cause I offered them
extra credit.

Oh, I bet you did.

What do you offer them next,
a little red wine?

Some aged cheeses?

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Let me see if you can
follow this, Mr. Tambourine Man.

I see you.
I see right through you.

-So if you think that...
-I'm sorry to interrupt,

but can you just tilt your head
that way, just a little bit?

Why?

The way the light
is bouncing off your hair,

it looks really cool.

Well, I just got highlights.
(nervous chuckle)

I'm Brian.

Yeah.

-Oh, hey, where'd you go
last night? -Yeah,

it's kind of a long story.

(chuckles):
Yeah. Tell me about it.

They didn't sell hash
at that place,

but I got to talking
to some of those poets,

and they had hash,
so we smoked up in their van,

and we got so faded.

(laughs):
Oh, it's good.

-That's really great.
-Mm.

Yeah. Oh. What about you?

Did you confront
Sabrina's teacher?

Yeah, yeah. Kind of.

And then I banged him.

-What? -Yeah. Now, look,
before you say anything,

-it's actually a pretty smart
parenting move, right? -Mm.

She's not gonna want to go
anywhere near that guy,

'cause I poisoned the well--
'cause I'm the champ.

-Mm.
-You don't follow the champ.

So... you had sex
with Sabrina's crush...

-for Sabrina?
-Mm-hmm.

She better thank me for it, too,
'cause it was not good.

-Oh.
-Lot of ear stuff.

What happened to you?

Lose your keys and have to sleep
in the yard again?

Nope. Actually,
I was with a man.

Oh. Good for you.

Did he have a nice tent?

-Okay. I go do something else.
-(Mickey chuckles)

Nope. No tent.

Uh, just a crappy little
studio apartment.

Actually, think you might know
this man: Mr. Brian Reed.

(laughs)
Yeah, right.

I'm sorry?

(laughing):
Are you... Are you serious?

Oh, my God, Mickey,
he's way out of your league.

(scoffs)
Clearly not.

Mr. Reed prefers smart,
interesting women. Like me.

Oh, believe you me, I had him.

-I plowed him. Plowed him good.
-Mm-hmm.

And I wouldn't be surprised
if he needs to take a sick day.

Oh, God, what do you have?

Nothing. No, not me.

I'm not gross or sick.

-I-I exhausted him...
-Mm-hmm.

with sex.

Mickey, it is one thing
to lie about hooking up

with your teacher
when you were in high school,

-but to do it when you're 50
is just sad. -No, no, no.

Don't do that to me. No, I...

First of all,
I'm not anywhere near fi...

It... That doesn't matter.
I had them.

I had both of them, all right.

I had Mr. Reed, I had Winston.

-I had both of them.
-Okay.

-It's not a lie.
-I'm sorry.

-I'm not lying. I didn't lie
then. Thank you. -I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be rude, okay?
I just...

I can't picture Mr. Reed
slumming it

with some leather-skinned
drifter.

How is that not rude?

'Cause it's accurate.

You know what?

(laughing):
This is fine.

It's no big deal. I'll just have
to prove it to you.

I look forward to that.

Hey, man.
What happened to your eye?

It's nothing,
don't worry about it.

Whatever,
he probably got beat up

by his fine-ass sister.

A-All right, all right.

I-I-I'll tell you
what happened.

I was chillin' down
at Marucci's Pizza,

and I was in line for a slice
when these three goons

from South Greenwich
cut me in line, so normally,

I'm a helluva laid back guy.
Okay, but there's only one slice

of 'roni left, and 'roni...

that's my favorite topping.

So I tell the guy, I was like,
"Yo, there's a line."

And he goes, "Oh. You want to do
something about it?"

And I was like, "Yeah.
I thought you'd never ask."

Long story short, he pops me in
the eye, I don't feel a thing.

So I say to the guy behind the
counter, I was like, "Yo, bro,

"let me get that last slice
of pepperoni pizza to go.

My friend here
will take a body bag."

-Wham!
-Whoa.

Roundhouse kick
right to the face.

You're gnarly for real, bro.

Yeah. I didn't stick around
long enough to see

if he actually died,
but I haven't heard anything,

so I guess I'm good.

Damn. I-I didn't know
you were into beating ass.

There's a lot of stuff people
don't know about me.

I'm mad mysterious.

-STUDENT: Whoa.
-(indistinct talking)

Inhale. (inhales)

Take all the thoughts
in your mind,

place them
in an imaginary backpack.

Or messenger bag,
if you prefer.

Now, take the bag
of your choice,

and embrace its weight.

-I've got something you can
embrace. -(gasps) Hey, hi.

What are you,
what are you doing here?

-Just came to see my boo. Hi.
-Hi. Hi.

-Miss us. Oh. -(gasps)
No, don't-don't do that.

-Uh, you need to leave. This is
very inappropriate. -Mmm.

Oh, yeah, will do, magic man.
No, just real quick,

I just wa... H-H-H-Hold on a
second, where-where's Sabrina?

I thought she was in this class.

-Sabrina Pemberton? You know
her? -Yeah, I'm her aunt.

I really wanted her to hear
this next part, though.

-Can I talk to you outside?
Thanks. -Uh-huh.

Could've sworn that
she would've been in there.

Well, hey, do you know
where she is? 'Cause maybe

you could walk me to the class?
Is that dumb?

That's crazy. I'm sorry,
that's crazy. (laughs)

Oh... Come over
for dinner tonight.

Yes. She'll be there, that's
where she can see us together.

Okay, what do you like to eat?
You like, uh, pizza?

No. Look, last night...
was a mistake.

Okay, well, hold on.

I know that.

A mistake, are you kidding me?
I was gonna tell you that.

Look, if I'd known that you were
a parent at this school,

I would have never
slept with you.

Well, that's rich
coming from a man

-with a harem of young girls.
-I have to go.

-(school bell rings) -All right.
Well, h-hold on a second.

Hey.

Do the right thing.

(indistinct chatter nearby)

JIMMY:
Yo. There's the man.

How'd I do?

Uh, frickin' amazing.

-Yeah. Still got it.
-Ben, I want to thank you.

This black eye is the greatest
gift I've ever been given.

-Really?
-Big time.

You're looking at the second
hottest dude in eighth grade.

Wow.

It works.

Hey. Second?

As in number two?

Believe it.

Okay, the only way you go
from 42 to two

is if some guy goes in there
and mows down 40 other kids.

What'd you do?

Nothing. Some kid
was dogging on me,

so I told him I tuned up some
public school kids. (laughs)

Oh, my God, you fool.
I told you to keep it vague.

Sorry if I took your advice
and made it

-a frick-ton better.
-Nah, you don't get it, man.

Now you're a fighter,
and that's very specific.

You're gonna walk around
with a target on your back.

Yeah? Well, heavy lies
the crown.

(grunts)

G-Give me ba-back my b-binder.

"B-B-Binder."

What? I can't understand you.

Speak English.

Can I help you?

-(sighs)
-KIDS: Whoa.

You're welcome.

* My mind is soft *

-Ow.
-* I never owe *

* Nobody else *

* I never owe nobody else *

There you go.

* But you *

*

* My mind is soft *

-(grunts)
-* I never owe nobody else *

* I never owe nobody else *

-* Do you want come my way? *
-(grunts)

* Did you want to come
and miss my mind here? *

* Do you want to come and miss
my mind here? *

(grunts)

BEN:
You'll thank me later.

(door closes)

What is wrong with you?
Are you insane?

Oh. I guess Brian informed you

about our little
poetry slam sesh?

My friends told me that you
stormed into his classroom

-like a lunatic. -Wait, but he
didn't say anything?

No, of course not,
because nothing happened.

Okay, now I'm pissed off.

I feel like I'm back
in the janitor's closet,

and everyone's...
Sabrina, I am not lying.

Sabrina, shame on you, okay?

Women need to believe
each other.

I know that when I hooked up
with Edward Olmos, Jr....

It's Edward James Olmos.
I-It-It-- That doesn't matter.

It didn't happen.
Stop saying that.

Well, looked just like him.

So just some old man with
bad skin? My thing happened.

Just stay away from Brian, okay?
He's mine.

(laughing):
Oh.

Okay. Okay.

So this guy wants it to look
like I'm crazy.

Sure, no problem.
I do a great crazy.

(tires squealing)

It's Mickey!

Can we talk for just a sec?

H-Hey!

I saw that.

Open this door, right now.

(door closing)

(gasps) Oh, you think
you can hide from me?

Well, I've got news for you:
you can't.

And-And one more piece of news:

I will hunt you down!

Ma'am, I don't think he's home.

Oh, he's home.
He is home.

I am not crazy!

I can give him
a message for you.

I'll give him a message.

*

(tires squealing)

There you are, bro. I've been
looking everywhere for you.

Oh, yeah?
Well, I've been in the gym.

Getting swole.
(chuckles)

We got to roll. Now.

-Where we going?
-Parking lot.

Some dudes from South Greenwich
heard you were talking smack.

They want to fight you.

Th-They want to fight me?
How many are there?

I don't know, like six.

You can handle that,
though, right?

Y-Yeah. (scoffs)

T-Totally. Six?

Wish there were seven.
I have this thing

where I have to beat people
in odd numbers, so...

Let's go.

You wanted to... Ugh.

Uh, Mr. Reed,
please have a seat.

(sighs)

Look, I don't know
what she told you...

He said have a seat, Brian.

Ms. Molng here
has just been sharing some

troubling accusations.

Uh, she claims
that you engaged in...

That there was a...

Sex.

"Sex" is the word
you're looking for.

Plus all the dirty
lead-up stuff.

-He does this thing with your
ears. It's... -Tha-That's...

I-I don't need details.

It just goes on for too long.
That's all I was gonna say.

Mr. Reed, is this true?

Did you engage
in a sexual relationship

with Ms. Molng?

-Yes.
-(grunts)

I mean, technically it's true.

Finally.
Finally, he admits it.

-This is so embarrassing.
-Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Do not do that. I am the one
who is embarrassed, all right?

Ashamed, even.

Obviously,
this is a problem, Brian.

Well, I didn't know who she was.

I was at my other job,
she approached me,

we started talking,
it just happened.

Wait, you didn't know
she was a Lockwood parent?

No, of course not.

And none of this happened
on school property?

No, she targeted me at work.

Wha... Well, I'm not sure
that any of this is illegal.

Okay, I'll give you that.
That-that... that, technically,

that was all by the book.
But this man is a predator.

-Wh...?
-And also, he will not admit

to Sabrina that we had sex.

Uh, nor should he.
I-I'm on his side there.

You know what?
In fact, Brian,

-you are free to go.
-Thank you. -What?!

Oh, sure. Yeah, yeah.
Course he's free to go.

'Cause this whole
education system is just

-one big boys club, isn't it?
-Well, actually,

76% of teachers in America
are female, so you're...

Oh, thank you for mansplaining
that for me, Gibbons.

Guess what? I will not
be bullied into silence.

You know, uh,
speaking of bullying,

we need to have
a small chat about Ben.

He has been physically
assaulting students

that he has deemed...

"losers."

Doesn't sound like my Ben.

Well, maybe
you don't know your Ben

as well as you think you do.

The good news is that
he wants to make it right,

so he has volunteered to read
an anti-bullying poem

in our school's Arts Fest.

Great. Perfect punishment.
Poems suck.

-(gentle music playing)
-(boys snickering)

'Sup, 48?

Hey, nice belt buckle.

All right, screw this.

(applause)

GIBBONS:
Thank you, thank you, girls.

Thank you so very much.

(chuckles)

Up next, we have
one of our youngest poets,

Ben Pemberton, who will be

reciting a poem
about the dangers of bullying.

(scattered applause)

"Black Eyes" by Ben Pemberton.

"Black eyes are cool,
black eyes rule,

"but black eyes
don't belong at our school.

"Black eyes look scary,
but black eyes are fun.

I really wish
that I could have one."

Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Ben. Thank you.

For your poem
on-on why black eyes

are bad.
Black eyes was the...

(clears throat)

Next up, uh,
Ben's older sister, Sabrina.

(scattered applause)

Thank you for helping me
recognize my gift.

I wrote this for you.

Oh, uh... thank you.

Good luck.

(clears throat)

"Baggage" by Sabrina Pemberton.

"I am a handbag.

"Empty. Expensive.

"Carried places
I don't want to go.

"But then you came,

"and rifled through my pockets

"like a gentle thief.

"Now I'm ready.
Unzip me.

Place things inside me."

I had sex with Mr. Reed.

Ah, nah.
That's right.

This creep
not only teaches girls

how to write terrible poetry,

he also lies to their faces
about sleeping with their aunt.

But I got the receipts.

I will hunt you down!

-WOMAN: I don't think he's home.
-Whoops, hold on. One...

Give me one sec.
That's, uh, wrong part.

MICKEY:
He is home. I am not crazy!

Well... (chuckles)
He was home

throughout this entire
exchange, mind you.

-Okay, the... No, no, they...
-No, no, no, I'm...

-That's good enough. I think...
-Hey, hey, hey! Stop. Hey. Stop.

I'll be done in a second.
Just give me...

You guys just hang in there
for one...

It's right here.
It's right here.

GIBBONS:
Mr. Reed, did you engage

in a sexual relationship
with Ms. Molng?

REED:
Yes.

-(crowd gasps)
-Yes. Yes.

Are you serious?
You actually slept with her?

I thought you were just waiting
till I graduated to make a move.

We had something.

I just wanted
to teach you some poetry.

-Ugh.
-If there are any other victims,

please come forward
and hold hands.

-We are stronger together.
-No...

(scattered gasps, chuckling)

CHIP:
Oh, no, no, no.

I didn't-I didn't
sleep with that guy. No.

The... the handspring
is separate from that.

49? That makes no sense.

Makes perfect sense.

Even Aaron Luber is higher
than me, and he eats bugs.

Okay, how do I explain this
to you?

Doing a handspring
in the Olympics,

or to escape danger, is cool.

But just doing it out of
nowhere, unannounced? Not cool.

But I stuck the landing
perfectly.

Yeah, that's
the worst part, man.

Maybe if you'd biffed the
landing and eaten your teeth,

it'd be funny.
But instead you did it

with perfect precision?
That's weird.

I don't get it.

Yeah, you probably never will.

Maybe if you write a poem
it will make you cool again.

I wouldn't recommend it.

Yeah, poetry's not in our blood.
I see that now.

Plus, there's
no real future in it.

Wha... I thought
Mr. Reed said...

Mr. Reed's an idiot. His
credibility went out the window

-the second I realized he wasn't
trying to bang me. -Mm.

Plus, he resigned.
I'm not gonna take advice

from some coffee jockey.

Boom. Read it and weep.

According to this
restraining order,

I can't come within
a thousand yards of Mr. Reed

because of emotional distress
due to, and I quote,

"deeply regrettable sexual
intercourse." Huh?

It's on the record, okay?
So who's crazy now?

(Jimmy chuckles)

Way to go, Mick.
That's my girl.

Wait, what?

SABRINA: Unzip me.

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* Hey-ay-ay *

* Hey-ay-ay *

WOMAN:
This is our story.

* Can't stop me now *

* Can't stop me now *

* I'm just doing what I do *

* Won't stop doing what I do *

* Can't stop me now *

-* Can't stop me now *
-* Can't stop me now *

-* Cannot beat me *
-* Can't stop me now *

* I'm just doin' what I do *

* Won't stop doin' what I do *