Harvard Man (2001) Movie Script

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ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): Good

evening and welcome.

What should be a very tall order

for the Harvard basketball

team, the perennial power in

Holy Cross and a team

that is heavily favored in

tonight's

contest against the Crimson.

But the Crimson whip a couple of

key weapons to bring to bear.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):

begins with Marcus playing.

If going to have any

chance

of knocking off Holy Cross,

Blake

has got to have a huge game.

And he can deliver the goods,

believe me.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): --from

outside, go to the hoop.

Team's leading scorer and

rebounder, Holy Cross

has got to know where he is on

the floor at all times.

--superstar with Alan Jensen,

the point guard.

point guard.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): He

distributes the ball well,

gets all of his teammates

involved in the action.

But just one thing--

I don't see him out there in the

warm up line.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): Where is

Alan Jensen?

Shit!

What?

The alarm didn't go off.

Yeah, it did.

You had the music blaring.

No, it's supposed to buzz for

at least a half an hour.

You didn't turn it off yourself,

did you?

What's more important,

basketball game or the greatest

fuck in the world?

Who are you referring to as the

greatest fuck in the world?

Oh, I was referring to you.

But now that you mention it.

Fuck!

(SINGING) I can't get you--

I can't--

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): --directly

trying to a lot

and he jams it in

with both hands.

Oh, wow, Alan Jensen, that's

what he brings to the court.

Defense.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): In the

open court with a steal--

Defense.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): Oh

Alan Jensen, he could do it in

the defensive end.

Look at the show boat. Look at

the smile.

You got to love that.

Harvard now making a surge here,

as their point

guard has returned.

Always has a Holy

Cross, still

the team on top of the sport.

We're in a couple of

and while Jensen

to rally in the

offensive end.

Inside the play, tries to lay it

in.

Can't the ball.

It looks like he did not like

how that pass was thrown.

But you got to get the ball

you see those two

guys on the same page, but

a little bit

too low for Jensen.

not happy.

Despite the surge from the

crimson,

it appears there will not be

enough There will

be another jumper for the key

Well,

this is going to be a big upset

MARCUS BLAKE: Boy, do we suck.

ALAN JENSEN: Holy Cross is good.

MARCUS BLAKE: Holy Cross is OK.

We suck.

ALAN JENSEN: At least we won't

lose to Dartmouth.

We'll kill Dartmouth.

MARCUS BLAKE: If you or I play

bad, we lose to Dartmouth.

ALAN JENSEN: If we lose to

Dartmouth,

we should quit the team and play

tennis.

MARCUS BLAKE: Tennis Harvard is

good at.

We wouldn't even make that team.

Well, then, hockey.

I don't skate.

Swimming?

I don't swim.

No niggas, don't skate, don't

swim.

Yeah, well, I guess you can't

have everything.

I can't.

You can.

Yo, who was that cheerleader you

slipped in with?

You don't miss a trick, do you?

Or even a pass, unless it's

below my waist.

You're to cool to bend now,

huh?

I got to stick to my personals,

you know what I'm saying? Who

was she?

Cindy Bandolini.

No relation to Andrew

Bandolini, I hope.

Yeah, well, that's her father.

Why?

He runs the whole fucking mafia

in the Northeastern

United States, that's why. - No,

no.

That's total bullshit.

He's into real estate and

construction.

Just because his name ends in a

vowel, doesn't mean he's

a gangster. - Yeah, right.

Who told you that, Cindy?

Well, she should know.

Sure, she should.

I'm sure she wouldn't brag about

her father dumping

bodies into the Charles River.

This is a ploy, man.

You're just trying to scare me

off

so you can get your hands on

her.

Man, you are crazy.

There's 10 reasons why I could

tell you,

you shouldn't mess with her, and

all 10 of them are bad.

Great game.

Yeah, another 30 points we

would have been right

there in the thick of things.

Ah, well you were good.

And you were great.

Cindy.

Marcus, my pleasure.

You should be playing for Holy

Cross.

You'd have a shot at the NBA

instead of playing in a league

no one except gamblers cares

about.

- Come again? - Ivy League--

I mean, seriously, who cares who

wins

an Ivy League game, unless

you've

got like a huge bet on it?

I wouldn't know about that

shit.

Look, I got swim team practice.

Swim practice.

i didn't know black people could

swim.

You shouldn't believe in

stereotypes.

CINDY: Who believes in

stereotypes?

I don't believe in stereotypes.

ALAN JENSEN: Especially

Italian-- like all Italians

are gangsters.

It's jealousy.

Everybody wants to be Italian.

Oh, can I get a Carlsberg in a

bottle.

- Sure. - Diet coke.

OK.

And I'm not just saying that

because I'm Italian,

because I'm not just Italian.

My mother was half Jewish, half

black, and a quarter Asian,

as you know.

That's 125%, besides I don't

know.

You must have me confused with

someone else.

What else don't I know about

you?

More than you can imagine.

REPORTER (ON TV): peaceful and

American town, population--

5,000.

Hey, turn that up.

REPORTER (ON TV): it has struck

in the form of a tornado.

One minute, houses and farms,

which

had seemed for generations as

strong

as the plain, hardworking folks

who lived in them,

were standing, and the next,

erased, as if they had--

My parents

REPORTER (ON TV): are mounting.

As for kept

bodies

among the debris.

As of now, tragically, I can

report 11 dead and at least

50 injured, many severely.

All the lines are down.

You'll just have to wait and

pray.

No, I'm going to have to do a

lot more than that.

CAPTAIN (OVER SPEAKER): This is

your captain again.

We're anticipating, uh-- food

and this afternoon

to Kansas City.

The tornado problems that

they've had

have settled down now.

It shouldn't affect us on our

flight pattern.

We have, uh-- three lovely

flight

attendants on board today--

Sheri, and Joanne, and Mark-- to

serve you.

So what you're saying is no

insurance, no protection.

And if you watch every dime,

you'll

have enough money to get you

through the next three months?

- Don't worry about it. - We'll

be fine.

It could have been a lot worse.

Yeah, a nuclear bomb could've

dropped on your head.

But what about a loan?

Didn't I just say don't worry

about it?

Look, you know what?

You should go back to where you

belong--

school-- that's your job.

I didn't even know if you were

alive.

Well, if we were dead, we'd

have called you.

Can you get a loan or not?

Listen, Ally, you may be--

It's not Ally, it's Alan.

a big basketball

star, but you are

not too old for me to spank.

You ask me a question once, not

twice.

Oh, come on, Steve.

He's just trying to--

I feel as if I should be

helping out.

Fine. You want to help out?

You get back where you belong.

You got the Dartmouth game

coming up.

You know, I can't believe with

the roots you have here,

you can't get a fucking loan.

Don't use that language in

front of your mother.

To rebuild a fucking house.

Hey, I said, cut it out.

So where do they expect you to

live?

In the toilet stall of an

elementary school boy's room?

Who's they?

The government?

The banks?

Nobody owes us a thing.

I owe you something.

Well, fine.

When you get to be a big, rich

guy,

you come on back and help us

out.

In the meantime, take a look

around.

We're not the only people in

trouble here.

Nobody has a place to live.

Alan, we appreciate your coming

back and trying to help out, but

there's

nothing for you to do now.

The best thing for you to do is

go back.

We'll be fine.

CHESNEY: So what are both

Heidegger

and Kierkegaard saying about the

concept

of dread versus simple fear?

Fear is a manageable emotion, no

matter

how intense or extreme because

fear

is always fear of something,

something physically real--

failure, disease, poverty, loss.

And the instant the cause of

that fear

is eliminated, the fear itself

vanishes as well.

Dread, by contrast, is the

feeling of terror

without any concrete cause.

Dread is the fear of nothing.

So no change in the

circumstances of one's

life can weaken the power of

that inexplicable and consuming

void.

Now, what state of consciousness

are we describing here,

if not madness, or to use the

clinical term, psychosis?

Why do you need that?

It brings me closer.

CHESNEY: Closer to what?

It.

Oh, and what's it?

I'll know when I get there.

These are all previews.

CHESNEY: These what?

Breakouts-- marijuana, orgasm.

Fear being neurotic, dread

being psychotic.

Fear resting within the realm of

the rationally comprehensible.

Dread ranging beyond into the

intellectually unreachable.

So, to you, sex and drugs are

the same thing.

Well, they have the same goal--

transcendence.

Are you sure you're not just

talking about feeling good?

Mm.

Absolutely.

It's way beyond that.

See, I'm trying to get the thing

inside--

the thing behind the I, behind

the hi,

I'm Alan, front that we put out

to the world.

It's like I'm in a straight

jacket

that I'm trying to unsnap.

You're not following me, are

you?

Of course I'm following you.

What do you think I was talking

about in class today?

Has it ever occurred to you

that,

maybe, what's behind the hi, I'm

Alan, is nothing--

the void.

That's what I'm trying to find

out.

Impotent in the face of this

annihilating dread,

we turn to chemicals,

particularly the so-called

antipsychotics of which Prozac

is

the most familiar at present.

What other drugs have you done

besides marijuana?

Not much.

A little this, a little of that,

just to see.

Have you ever done LSD?

No.

All right. well, don't.

It could fuck you up for life.

You think so.

Yeah, I know so.

Everyone says it's coming back.

Everybody's telling me it's

benign.

Benign?

But what won't work against

dread, what

is laughable in response to that

nothingness,

that gaping inner void is

words--

words.

I have a friend, Sandy King,

she's a--

she's a chem major.

She's working on it.

She's making it?

Synthesizing it from the

original formula,

the true Swiss blue.

First off, she's not your

friend.

Second, think of it as cyanide.

It is words in their suddenly

cacophonous,

meaninglessness, words in the

very multiplicity of the voices

that haunt one's mind, voices

that won't shut up,

which uniquely characterize all

forms of madness.

You know there's people who did

acid in the '60s

who are still out there today.

The lucky ones are in the

mountains of Nepal

staring out into space.

And the unlucky ones are

screaming in agony whenever

they're not tranquilized.

You're talking about addicts.

No, I'm talking about people

like you and me.

The fact that these words have

no meaning, that they

are nothing but sounds haunting

us,

makes the condition of dread all

the more impossible to bear,

which leads us to Ludwig

Wittgenstein,

the Austrian philosopher we

shall be reading next, whose

major contribution was precisely

to level

a devastating assault on the

validity of language itself.

Are you in love with me?

That's a question you wouldn't

ask

if you weren't getting stoned.

No transition, coming out of

nowhere.

What's the answer?

I don't have an answer.

ALAN JENSEN: Have you been

fucking other people?

What do you want the answer to

be, yes or no?

I want the answer to be the

truth.

No, you don't.

Now where were you?

ALAN JENSEN: With you.

CHESNEY: Only at the end.

Were you thinking about another

girl?

ALAN JENSEN: I was thinking

about my parents.

CHESNEY: Oh, that's pretty

perverse.

ALAN JENSEN: No, not sexually.

Their house was blown away in a

tornado.

No insurance?

Not against tornadoes.

How much do they need?

About $100,000.

How are they going to get it?

From me.

Oh, you have that kind of

money?

Not yet.

How are you going to get it?

I don't know yet.

Do you have any rich Harvard

friends?

There must be enough Sanza CEOs

to rebuild

the whole town of Maryville.

No, not buddies of mine.

What about girls?

What about them?

Are you seeing any that have

money?

I'm seeing one other girl

besides you, but--

Who?

Cindy.

Cindy, who?

Cindy Bandolini.

She's a cheerleader at Holy

Cross.

She's not related to that

gangster, is she?

What gangster?

The one there's always talking

about on the news--

Andrew Bandolini.

Yeah, that's her father, but

he's not a gangster.

He's into real estate and

construction.

And I'm a civil engineer.

- It bothers you, doesn't it? -

What?

That I'm seeing someone else?

Oh, god, you're off by light

years.

Oh, yeah? How so?

Why don't you ask him for the

money?

Who?

Andrew?

Never even met the guy.

Cindy has.

Ask her.

Alan?

I need to talk to you.

What?

No fucking way would my father

give you $100,000.

He wouldn't give me $100,000.

He doesn't give.

He takes.

I'm not asking for a gift.

I'm asking for a loan.

I'd pay back with interest and

I'd pay it back on time.

On what time, when?

- Six months. - Six months?

What's going to change in six

months?

You can't get your hands on

$100,000 now.

How are you going to do it then?

I need it, Cindy.

Yeah, well, that's another

song.

A lot of people need $100,000.

It doesn't mean they can get

their hands on it.

I'll ask him, but I know what

he's going to say.

He's going to tell me I'm not

living in the real world.

(SINGING) Fucked up with a girl.

Star-crossed fate was cruel--

So how did you get this car if

your father gives you nothing?

- I won it at a raffle. - A

raffle?

At my father's country club.

Oh, pretty lucky.

No luck, all skill.

(SINGING) The way you phrase

just like a child.

Your arms embrace, your lips I

taste.

The way you want me everyday.

Wow.

This is where you grew up?

Monte x, minus $59 and $55.

And the hooch-- minus $9,000.

The Russian-- plus $6,000.

Danny Hollywood-- minus $39,340.

Vegas burner-- plus $17,650.

The doctor-- minus $6,266.

What's the total handle?

The total is we win $365, 254.

Good week.

Not bad.

By the way, I told Jason from

we--

Anything you need, you let me

know.

What about the local chump?

Daddy loves this music.

Flick your wrist

Some day, I'm going to teach

this guy how to throw a pass.

Let's just say, he doesn't have

it.

You want me to scare him?

- Do whatever you got to do. -

Hi, Russel.

Hi, Cindy. How are you?

Very well, thank you. Hi, daddy

Hello, sweetheart.

Daddy, this Alan Jensen.

He's a good friend of mine.

Oh, yeah?

How good?

Daddy, he's just trying to see

if he can intimidate you.

He can, easily.

See how cool he is?

Oh, yeah, he's real cool.

He's got a face like a choirboy.

Don't he look like a choirboy?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

No, he looks like one of those,

uh--

- An angel. - No, it's not an

angel.

You see it up in the churches.

What's it called?

- A crucifix. - No, it's not a

crucifix.

- Serif. - Serif, there you go

What's a Sheriff got to do what

a Church?

Not a Sheriff, a serif, you

moron.

So what do you do with

yourself, uh--

Alan.

Chubby?

Hey, chubby, shut the fuck up

and listen.

So what do you with yourself,

Alan?

- I'm a student. - That's nice.

Where at? - Harvard.

Harvard?

What do you study at Harvard?

Philosophy.

Is that so?

That's very interesting.

Well, thanks for trying.

What do you mean trying?

He said he couldn't help out.

He said that because he didn't

want the guys to hear--

doesn't want them thinking they

can ask him for favors.

Are you telling me he's lending

me $100,000?

Not lending-- giving.

Are you serious? Thank you.

You're welcome.

You won't regret this.

I sure hope not.

What do you mean when you say

you study philosophy?

Oh, you study the work of

people

throughout history who've had

important or original things

to say about the purpose of

life,

sanity, morality, love,

language,

and you respond to them.

Did you know any of this,

Russell?

- No. - How about you?

Uh-- part of it, but not all of

it.

What part?

The first part.

What part did you know,

Russell?

I don't know any part.

I'm still thinking this moron

and sheriffs.

You know what I'm thinking

about?

I'm thinking about all these

things you say philosophy does.

You really don't belong there.

You see, I got a friend of mine,

an Archbishop--

about the closest thing you're

going

to come to God in America.

Mm-hmm.

I'll lay you four to one, if he

was here,

he'd tell you everything you

said philosophy does,

the church does.

Am I right or wrong? -

Definitely correct.

Only a total jerk off would owe

you that--

total fucking, jerk-off.

Hey, watch your language in

front of my daughter.

I'm sorry.

No disrespect.

You know, the pope, he wrote a

book about all this shit.

You know, what to do, and what

not to do.

My ex got that book in her

kitchen.

Yeah, well they're not mutually

exclusive,

religion and philosophy. They--

What? Are you arguing?

Well, it's just that they

sometimes overlap

and even feed each other.

Where did you find this

meatball, huh?

On a basketball court.

Oh, you are a cheerleader, too.

No, I-- I--

I play. - Play what?

Point guard.

Yeah, right.

On the Harvard basketball team?

When do you play Dartmouth, the

day after tomorrow?

Uh-huh.

- Think you'll win? - I know

we'll win.

- By how many points? - I don't

know--

10.

Is that a question or an

answer?

It's speculation.

What are you getting at?

Nothing.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, are you?

Starved.

In other words, when Harvard

got creamed by Holy Cross

yesterday, you were the point

guard for Harvard?

ALAN JENSEN: So when you think I

can,

you know, actually get the

money?

Right before the game.

Oh, what game?

Whatever game you pick.

Pick?

Pick to fix.

- Pick to fix? - Teddy?

Yeah.

You make this guy out to be a

basketball player?

Not by appearances.

No offense.

He knows the game.

You ever see this kid play?

Yeah, I saw yesterday's game.

You were late.

How about you?

Were you late too?

I'm never late, daddy. You know

that.

Shall I get your lunch, sir?

You hungry?

You want some?

No, thank you.

Oh, Alan, don't stop.

That feels good.

Your father wants to fix a

game--

to lose on purpose?

My father doesn't want anything

from you, Alan.

You want something from him,

namely $100,000

to bail out your parents.

He just assumed that you would

want to do something for him

to say, like, thank you.

Maybe we can talk about this

later?

And always be true.

So why'd you bring him here?

His parents lost their house in

that tornado in Kansas,

and he needs $100,000 to bail

them out.

And what are we?

The Red Cross?

I just thought that maybe we--

Don't get cute with me, Cindy.

You're my daughter. I know what

you thought.

I know why you brought him here.

Oh, Jesus Christ, intentionally

losing a game.

Who said anything about losing?

Ah.

Harvard is going to be at least

a seven

point favorite over Dartmouth.

All you have to do is make sure

that Harvard doesn't

win by more than seven, six, or

whatever

the odds turn out to be.

Oh, what the fuck kind of throw

was that?

Oh, that's not good.

That's not good.

ANDREW: Oh, my god.

What did these idiots break now?

Who broke my grandmother's

antique fruit bowl?

Well, Mr. Bandolini, I was

throwing the football

and what was supposed to--

I did, Mr. Bandolini.

I apologize.

Football is really not my forte.

God, Alan.

You know what?

I am starting to feel sorry that

I ever asked him for you.

I'll just tell him that you

chickened out.

Yeah, you better.

Well, you lied to me.

About what?

Intimidation.

You said I intimidate you, but I

don't.

I don't intimidate you one

friggin bit.

No, you do.

I just make light of things when

I'm upset.

What are you upset about?

My parents.

They lost their house in that

tornado.

I wish I could help you.

Good luck.

Suppose I were to consider it.

What if I play badly and coach

Preston takes me out?

You're point guard, Alan.

You can affect other players.

Wow, this is getting demonic.

You really are out there, Cindy.

Of course I am.

And I thought you were too.

All the talk about getting out

to the other side.

What's the matter?

You don't mean it when you say

something?

That's orgasm.

This is crime.

Crime is a word.

$100,000 cash is real.

So is a house in Kansas.

We could go to jail.

Big news.

Are you in or out?

I'll be at your dorm room a few

hours before the game

with half the money.

You can get the other half

after.

You sound like a pro.

I know what I'm doing.

MARCUS: Who is it?

It's Alan.

I need to talk to you.

Is this a bad time? - Very bad.

I'll make it fast.

You know when we were talking

about where

we were going to finish? -

Finish where?

- End of standings. - Uh-huh?

You were saying we sucked.

Well, if that's true, then what

difference does it make?

What difference does what make?

The score-- winning and losing.

What difference does it make if

we win by 10, lose by 20,

win by 6, lose by 3.

It means nothing. Right?

Alan, this is a question you

had to ask me at 4:00 o'clock

in the morning? - I need to

know.

- What are you high on? -

Nothing.

- Can you keep a secret? -

Uh-huh.

There's only one reason why I

play basketball.

What's that?

(RAPPING) Don't you leave

without a trace.

by design.

Take a before my

Get some rest, OK?

Chesney, I need to tell you

what happened.

I can't see you now.

You can't do this, Alan.

You gotta go.

Hey.

I got the money from Cindy's

father,

precisely in the manner in which

you suggested.

CHESNEY: That's great.

Now could you leave?

Why? CHESNEY: Don't ask.

Just go. - What?

Are you expecting someone?

CHESNEY: That's none of your

business, Alan.

Who's this?

CHESNEY: It's my mother.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

She's beautiful.

CHESNEY: Yeah, she's beautiful.

She's got a haunted look in her

eyes.

Uh-huh.

Alan, give me the picture.

Where is she?

She's in the hospital.

- Why? - Oh, god.

LSD, all right.

She was one of the unlucky ones.

Now would you leave? - How old

were you?

I was six, Alan. Can we

discuss--

- Why are you doing this? -

--this another night?

All right.

- I really want you to go. - OK.

OK. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Just-- why? - Alan, I'm serious.

- Just explain to me. - Alan,

I'm serious.

What are you trying to hide.

I'm not trying to hide

anything.

What are you trying to hide?

Alan, go.

Then why are you acting like

this?

Leave.

Learning to know dread is an

adventure

which everyone must confront, if

one

is not to go to eternal hell.

The only answer is faith, which

as Haegel calls it,

is the n-word, certainty, which

anticipates infinity.

Therefore, dread is the

possibility of freedom.

Soren Kierkegaard.

God reveals nothing.

Dread makes what is, what seems

to be, slip away from us.

The oblivion of being--

Heidegger.

The oblivion of being.

Dread reveals nothing-- the

possibility of freedom.

The oblivion of being.

Aren't you supposed to be in

your astronomy class?

Too late.

I'm didn't get to sleep till

after sunrise.

Fucking?

Uh-uh.

Getting high?

No, just walking and thinking.

Depressed?

Not really.

I'm just-- I'm a little fucked

up.

Well, this will unfuck you.

You did it?

Pure, exact, 5,000 micrograms

of unadulterated LSD 25--

no different from the Swiss acid

Sanders produced in the '60s.

You can't get this shit

anywhere, Alan.

And this is how they took it

then,

too, saturated in sugar cubes.

5,000 each?

Right, but you don't take more

than one at a time.

You just let it do you for a

while

before you even think about the

other two.

And keep them in the fridge.

Actually, I don't think this is

the ideal time

for me to be trying it.

SANDY: You want to open the

door, don't you?

This will do the trick.

This will let you see what's

inside.

You've done it?

Of course I've done it.

It's transcendent.

It makes regular acid seem like

diet Sprite.

I have the Dartmouth game

tomorrow.

SANDY: All the more reason.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Tripping during a

Harvard-Dartmouth game?

How can you pass up an

opportunity like that?

No, I got to keep clear-headed.

What do you think LSD is, Alan?

Multiple clarity.

How much do I owe you?

Nada. It's my gift.

TEDDY: Who is it?

Cindy.

TEDDY: Uh-- come back in an

hour?

No. I need to talk to you now.

Hey.

RD Laing once wrote that sanity

is a cozy lie.

Wittgenstein may well have

applied that phrase to words,

language, as a cozy lie.

At their best, words

approximate,

they indicate, they profess to

reveal,

but they always, at least

partially, conceal.

Even what I'm saying to you now

is

being understood in as many

different ways

as there are individuals

listening.

KELLY: OK. You've got the--

CINDY: I'm

sorry, I--

TEDDY: No, no, no. Don't worry

about it.

This is my girlfriend, Kelly.

Hi.

TEDDY: She handles all my

afternoon action--

female voice-- nice added touch

for the customers.

Honey, why don't you give Cindy

and me a minute alone, OK?

KELLY: Yeah, whatever you want,

Teddy.

Thank you.

Don't forget to call Seymore

about dropping off the--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- All right. - Nice skirt.

Thanks, sweetie.

I'm coming.

Who is it?

HOWIE: It's Howie.

Ah, yes.

Hey.

you guys.

Big day.

78?

$6,800.

$7,800?

768.

70 at $4,000.

Stanford at $3,800--

$4,000 Stanford. $2,800

CHESNEY: The question presents

itself, why talk at all?

Wittgenstein could never

persuade

himself that he, or we, should.

So if words are without meaning,

we are left finally, with what?

With nothing.

Back to the void.

Which leads us to existentialism

and the forging of a self

by our actions from the bowels

of that void.

$3,800 Kentucky.

We'd called in Tuesday.

We talked to Kelly, right?

$4,000-- called it in Sunday--

38.

We called-- we talked to Kelly,

man.

We talked to Kelly. We talked

to her Monday.

Jesus Christ, Teddy, what are

you talking about?

It's $7,800.

Jesus Christ, Teddy, what the

hell is going on here?

You took my action two years and

never screwed me around yet.

Would you like to hear the

tape?

Tape?

What tape?

You tape it?

Yes, I tape it.

Could've been a mistake, I

suppose.

Yeah, that's possible.

Possible.

Give you the benefit of the

doubt this time.

I'll talk to you later. - Yes,

you will.

Speak to you later.

Scum bag.

ALAN JENSEN: Have you ever known

that something

was wrong, but went ahead and

did it anyway

because you felt you had to?

CHESNEY: Why?

What awful sin are you planning

to commit?

ALAN JENSEN: No, I was just

asking theoretically.

CHESNEY: Oh, so you don't want

to tell me what it is.

Well, you have a couple of

secrets from me.

I would imagine, that I should

have one from you.

What secrets do I have from

you?

Well, it's none of my business,

right?

What are you planning, Alan?

See, the way I see it, it's all

about how far you want to go.

And I want to get as far out as

I can.

And what makes you think you

won't snap?

Why do you always ask that?

Why is that always on your mind?

You're so afraid of that.

Because it's easily right

around the corner.

I think you've been reading too

much Heidegger and Keirkegaard.

Confidence is good. Cockiness

is--

Cocky.

--dangerous.

What are you thinking?

How I'd love to be fucking you

right now.

You're so kind.

So how many other students of

yours have you fucked, huh?

Why do you want to know that?

Because it excites you or

because you're not

sure I think you're special?

How many?

This year?

Any year.

Maybe none.

ALAN JENSEN: Look into my eyes.

CHESNEY: I am looking into your

eyes.

ALAN JENSEN: While I'm inside

you.

CHESNEY: You're scaring me,

Alan.

ALAN JENSEN: Look into my eyes.

Keep looking.

Look in my eyes.

Don't look away.

Look into eyes. Who are they,

huh?

Don't stop looking.

Keep looking.

Who were they, huh?

Who were they, those people you

were with?

What people?

Can I offer you anything?

a Coke?

Got any tequila?

Not at work.

Business what would

your father

say if he thought I was drinking

on the job?

Huh?

That raises an interesting

question.

Can I trust you, totally,

completely, absolutely?

Of course. Of course.

I can trust you not to talk to

my father,

or like a girlfriend of yours?

Between us is between us, like

a priest and confessor.

I've got a game that I'm

willing to bet $250,000 on,

cash.

When it wins, I will kick you

back $25.

Get it up high. A little

higher.

Yo, man, you OK?

Mm.

That's a hard question.

That's a strange answer.

What's wrong with you? -

Nothing.

Everything's fine.

You think we'll beat Dartmouth?

We got to beat Dartmouth.

I thought you said it didn't

make a difference?

I mean, in the cosmic scheme of

things, what

could be less significant than

whether or not

Harvard beats Dartmouth?

A lot of things.

First of all, I'm sick and tired

of losing.

It sucks.

You've got to have pride, man.

Yeah, but you said you only

played

basketball for the girls.

What am I, in court of law?

Am I under oath?

Girls and winning are why I play

basketball.

What the fuck is wrong with you

today, man?

Damn.

Are you interested?

Well, first of all, I don't

want to make any profit on it,

so you can forget about the $25.

- No way.

I insist.

And secondly, why don't you

tell your father about this?

If you have some inside

information,

why don't you just share it with

him?

Because this is my thing.

Look, if you don't get involved,

just say so,

and I will find somebody else.

ANNOUNCER: It hasn't been a

banner season for the Harvard

basketball team, but here

tonight,

on the whole floor of

pavilion,

there's still a chance to save

face and play for some

pride against a big league--

- Yo, man, you feeling better? -

Yeah, I'm fine.

- You cool? - Cool.

We going to whip Dartmouth's

ass?

Ferociously.

ANNOUNCER: The thing is, they

have

to contain that dynamic duo of

Dartmouth, Harmon and Cobb.

I just never saw you going into

the family business.

But if I did take your action, I

could only do it as a prope.

What does that mean?

That means that considering

that a bet of this size

is going to have to be laid off,

I'm going to need

to have the cash up front.

No problem.

What's the game?

Dartmouth over Harvard.

ANNOUNCER: intends

to make pavilion.

The ball is released from the

referee's hand

and we are on our way to Harvard

and Dartmouth.

gentle

looking inside for Blake.

Blake putting to the hoop. The

ball is lost.

now attacking in

transition.

at the other end of

the floor,

looking for the layup, and is

dropped

in with the right hands.

Jensen and Blake unable to

connect there

at the other end of the floor.

Usually such a great work

between those two,

but couldn't cash in at the

offence that time.

Neither in this instance either

as another pass is thrown away.

Here comes Dartmouth, and once

again, Harmon hung

fake, shot in the air is good.

Dartmouth over Harvard--

$250,000.

You sure are your father's

daughter.

I assume that's a compliment.

Oh, of the highest.

ANNOUNCER: Jensen and Blake

struggling

in the early going, but still

plenty of time

to turn it around.

Jensen bringing the ball up with

the left-handed dribble,

feeds Blake on the wing.

Blake hesitates, looking at what

he

has, now drives into the lane,

goes

with the left-hand and scores.

by Marcus Blake.

He

TEDDY: You'll be taking six and

a half points.

So you win the bet if Dartmouth

wins outright,

or if they lose by less than

seven.

Yeah, I know all this, Teddy.

I'm not a novice. TEDDY: I'll

say.

You must have turned into a

pretty sharp handicap

to go for $250,000 on one

basketball game.

ANNOUNCER: Here's Jensen looking

for Blake.

And again, the pass off of

another turnover for the

Now, Marcus Blake,

he's a superstar.

He's got to be able to get down

and dig

that ball out of his shoes.

Doesn't your friend, Alan, play

for Harvard.

uh-huh.

ANNOUNCER: Here's Blake for the

steal.

Blake in transition, heading

down

to the other end of the floor,

elevates

Marcus Blake showing how defense

creates offense

court to the other end.

around handling the

ball for the big green.

Marching deliberately up the

court.

Crosses the center court line.

It's a on the

baseline.

Front layup-- that's good.

TEDDY: How do you think your

boyfriend would

feel if he knew about this?

He'd hate it.

But he won't find out, will he?

It's just between us, right?

ANNOUNCER: the way

is no rims out.

Blake with the rebound.

He'll carry up floor in this

seesaw contest.

But he turns the ball over.

The big green coming back the

other way, underneath for the

lay up.

That's good and the game is tied

at 33.

Marcus Blake just seems a step

off so far.

TEDDY (ON PHONE): Hello, leave

your message at the sound

of the beep, thanks.

MAN (ON PHONE): Teddy, it's Ray.

I'm, uh--

ANNOUNCER: Jensen holds head of

the key, looking to distribute.

Finds Blake. You never-- stop

the connection.

Blake trying to go up. Stripped

once.

Stripped again.

And here come the big green the

other way.

It's Weber leading the attack.

Weber into the front court,

looking to set up a play.

Finds Harman near-side.

Gives it back to Weber.

On now to McSorley.

A bounce pass underneath.

Looking to post up.

Kicked back out.

Caught with a jumper in the air.

It's good.

Jesus Christ, what the hell are

you doing?

Isn't this the most phenomenal

ending right here?

The game starts in a few hours.

Don't you want to know what's

going on?

I already know what's going on.

You're stoned.

I cannot believe you did this.

I'm in the best state I could

possibly be in right now.

Where's the money, Cindy?

$50,000 up front, $50,000 after

the game.

That was the deal.

If my dad blows a bundle on

this game,

he's going to be in no mood to

pay $.50.

Where's the money, Cindy?

ANNOUNCER: Blake drives by his

offender.

Elevates it. Throws it down.

fouled

Harvard with two.

Where's the money, Cindy?

Listen to you-- an overnight

tough guy.

Don't fuck with my dad.

He is not somebody you want to

disappoint, I promise you.

ANNOUNCER: Marcus Blake, always

a clutch

performer and with this free

throw,

he can pull Harvard within two.

A little bit of a look being

exchanged

changes Jensen and Blake at the

free-throw line.

Blake bends the knees, shot is

in the air

and finds nothing but the bottom

of the net.

Dartmouth--

68, Harvard--

66.

45 seconds to play

do not need to foul as of yet.

Kyle to Stanton.

Stanton holds the ball high over

the head, finds Calgor.

Now up top to McSorley.

Dishes over to Cob.

Cob returns to McSorley.

McSorley drives into the lane.

Kicks out.

Harmon, three on the way.

It's long.

It's an air ball.

An ill-advised shot and Harvard

has a chance

here with 11 seconds to go.

Harvard down two.

Jensen into the front row,

looking to find someone.

And there's Marcus Blake all on

the wing,

calling for the basketball.

Jensen takes a look, but doesn't

give it to him.

Three seconds left.

Jensen for the tie.

It is no good.

The buzzer sounds.

Harvard goes down to defeat.

And why, oh why, did Marcus

Blake not get the basketball?

Alan Jensen must give up the

rock there.

He's going to find his superstar

on the wing

and coach Preston has no idea

what went through his mind

right there. I don't either.

Blake not waiting for the

post-game handshake.

He is heading right to the

dressing room in disgust.

And frankly, I can't say that I

blame him.

He is the star of this team.

He's the one who should've taken

the shot.

He did not.

As a result, Harvard loses.

We will be back for the

post-game post-mortem,

right after this.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I got lucky.

There's no substitute for luck.

We all need it.

Oh, this is my money?

Most of it.

What do you mean most of it?

It's $100,000 short.

Kelly had to go out to Newton to

pick up the rest.

Guy came up late.

It's not a problem.

She's going to drop it by your

apartment.

- When? - Right now.

A couple of hours.

I thought no one else was going

to know about this, Teddy?

She doesn't know about the bet,

just that you are owed money--

could be about anything.

Who is it?

MARCUS: Marcus.

Thought I'd stop by.

You seemed a little depressed.

Yeah, bad game.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

We lost the Dartmouth game.

And whose fault is that?

Whose fault?

It's nobody's. Everybody's.

Wrong.

It was mine.

No.

We all fucked up.

Come on.

You actually were pretty good

out there.

I was the one who lost it for

us.

If I'd have played my normal

game, we win by 10.

There's no point in--

- No point in what? - In

blaming.

We all had fuck-ups.

It's true, right.

Unless it was intentional. -

What?

I said, unless it was

intentional,

that's what I said. - Hey, come

on, man.

Put that down. It was just a

game.

Don't play me for no sucker,

Alan.

If you were in trouble and you

needed help,

you could have come asked me for

it.

OK. I am in trouble.

You know I like the ball above

my waist.

Come on, man. Just put the gun

down.

You were out to fuck me today.

Could you just please put the

gun down?

Don't push it, Alan. Stop lying

to me.

What kind of shit are you into,

man?

Look, whatever I'm into, I'm

out of.

Just don't ask me anymore, OK? -

It's not OK.

Cause I don't know if I should

take this personally?

Do not take it personally,

Marcus.

Why shouldn't I take it

personally?

Because it wasn't against you.

It wasn't against anybody.

It was for some people that

needed help.

A one-time thing.

One-time thing.

We did it.

Now you can buy your parents a

home.

Uh-huh.

Ooh.

What's the matter?

You're acting as if we lost.

Where are you going?

Kansas.

Oh.

Well, can it wait?

You know, I thought we'd

celebrate.

I have nothing to celebrate

until I get this house

money in their hands.

(RAPPING) same

thing.

Nothing changed.

Keep my frame in the game.

Make the girls sing.

Bring the hollow tip to the

head.

till I'm dead.

to kill the

Oh.

(RAPPING) I got to sleep before

my sickness wins.

Here we go again.

I have to stop or

did it only just begin?

CAPTAIN (OVER INTERCOM): And the

latest weather report

from Kansas City is, uh--

clear skies and 55 degrees

Fahrenheit.

We should have you into Kansas

City at 2:13 Central Standard

Time right on the button.

I'd like to ask you to just sit

back, relax, and enjoy

the rest of your flight.

TEDDY: Hey.

yeah, hey, baby.

Yeah. Guess where I am.

I have something for you--

$100.

$100 what?

$100,000 for a house.

Alan--

Where'd you get it?

It's a long story.

Well, you flew out here twice

in one week.

I think you've got the time to

tell us how you came by it.

I borrowed it.

You borrowed $100,000?

Who would lend you that kind of

money?

Why?

But don't you think we should

be thanking Alan?

I'd like an answer to my

question, son.

I borrowed it from a teacher

who wishes to remain anonymous.

Her father is extremely rich--

no strings, no interest, no debt

collection.

If you had to do anything wrong

to get this money,

I want you to take it back right

now.

I just told you how I got it.

It is more important than

anything

that you always tell me the

truth--

more important than a house, do

you understand?

Yes, I know that.

And I am telling you the truth.

Now will you please give me the

pleasure of knowing

that I've helped out?

Oh, Come here.

Teddy, it's Cindy.

I'm in my apartment, waiting for

my money.

Where's my money?

Look, where are you? Can you

just call me?

Oh, she's here.

Coming.

You got it?

Got what?

The money.

What do you think, got what?

Where are you going?

Hey, where is my money?

What do you think you're doing?

So who is the player, Alan

Jensen?

Where is my money?

What did you pay him-- $50,

$75?

Listen, lady, you are testing

my sense

of humor and my patience, and

that is a big mistake.

I'm a big gambler, like you.

I'm sure you are.

Now give me my fucking money.

Where's Teddy?

I want to speak to Teddy--

Oh, you'll have plenty of time

to talk to Teddy.

How much did you pay Alan Jensen

to dump the game?

Get out of my apartment.

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Fine I, will throw you out.

Kelly Morgan--

FBI.

Look, I don't care who you are.

You don't know what you're

fucking with.

Oh no, we know exactly what

we're fucking with.

My father will bury you.

Or maybe you'll get smart and

help to bury him.

- Do you have a warrant? - Not

at them moment.

Then I don't have to talk to

you.

No, you don't, but you'd be

foolish not to--

very foolish.

If you promise to behave, Cindy,

I'll let you up.

Fuck you.

Not nice, not intelligent.

Look, you're hurting me.

I'm going to let you up, but if

you can't be civilized,

I'm going to have to pin you

down again.

This wrestling shit's for

girls.

You should try golf some time.

I'll whip your ass.

Yeah, I'm sure.

But in the meantime, let's stick

with reality.

Now unless you are planning to

leave the country

and hide for the rest of your

life,

you're going to have to

cooperate.

Listen, you badge flashing

bitch, you have nothing on me.

I'm am so out of your league.

Here is the thing, Cindy. We've

got you.

And we've got your father.

All the rest is talk.

Well, if you're so sure you've

got my father,

then what do you need with me?

Honey, I thought you knew the

world-- publicity.

That's page one for two weeks

with you

testifying against your father.

And it'll help keep you out of

jail.

Your father's going no matter

what.

Do you really want to go with

him?

You guys are fucking evil.

As opposed to your father,

who's a fucking saint.

At least my father isn't some

two-faced

scumbag who pretends to be your

friend

while he stabs you in the back.

Ooh, daddy's little girl.

Mind I get high?

It's against the law.

Add a year to my sentence.

You really should loosen up and

try to have a little fun.

It would be good for you.

Oh, I know how to have fun.

What's that supposed to mean?

Whatever you want it to be.

You're a little weird, aren't

you?

I thought FBI agents were

supposed to be straight.

We are straight.

We enforce the law.

Yeah, well, you gotta be out of

your fucking mind

if you think I'd rat out my own

father.

Am I hallucinating, or were you

starting to get friendlier

there for a few seconds?

I'm just trying to figure out

the best

way I can to get you out of this

mess you're in, Cindy.

Well, call me crazy, but I

believe you.

You're not crazy.

It's the truth.

Excuse me?

Hey?

Mind if I, uh-- sit here.

- Go ahead. - Thanks.

The airwaves are free.

Oh.

How you doing?

You-- you got a little

something--

do we know each other?

Have we met before?

Yeah, at, uh--

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Gum?

Yeah, we met at the, uh--

at the, yeah-- mm-hmm.

Let me ask you a question, from

girl to girl.

That's what I've been trying to

get to all along.

What if-- and I'm not saying

that I could

or even that I would, but--

if I happen to remember all

sorts of incriminating

and sensational stuff about Alan

Jensen,

and not just basketball fixing,

but drug

stuff, sex stuff, a real

sensational Harvard story.

What if I could give you two

months

of incredible page-one shit like

that,

could I get my father out of

this totally clean and myself?

Why don't you tell me what you

have to tell me

and I'll do my best.

Why don't you suck my dick?

I'll give you one day to come

around.

Alan, it is Cindy.

If you ratted out me or my

father,

I will fucking torture you.

I will cut out your eyeballs and

make you eat them.

You hear me?

And if you didn't pass out and

they come to you

and tell you that I said

anything,

it is a lie and traps.

So deny everything.

TEDDY: You all right?

Do-- do you want a doctor?

No, I am a doctor.

Doctor Jensen, nice to meet you.

In fact, that's where I met you.

You were one of my patients

once.

Didn't I prescribe you some

really good shit once?

What are you on? huh?

What drug did you take? What did

you take?

- That's a good question. - What

are you on?

- An airplane. - Where'd you get

it?

I didn't get it. It got me.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

What are you writing?

I'm working on this big case.

Do you want to hear about it?

I thought you weren't allowed

to discuss cases.

Or is this particular case, one

in which I could be of some use

to you? - Use you?

We would never use you.

Well you use me all the time,

just as I use you.

Where's Teddy?

I'm not sure.

He took one fork in the road and

I took another.

Can I get you something?

- What are you having? - Coke.

Nothing in it?

I'm on duty.

Bacardi Limone on the rocks.

So what's on the tape, the

American cream team?

- The American what? - Cream

team.

How old are you? - How old do

you think I am?

- 29. - Not bad.

Why?

Are you growing dissatisfied

with us?

Do you prefer someone else?

Do you think there's others who

might

fuck you better than we do?

Differently.

And how many others are there

at present, if I may

be so aggressive as to inquire?

Fewer than you'd wish.

Than I wish?

Why would I want you to have

lots of lovers?

Because the thought of me like

a lot of different men

excites you, and it excites

Teddy,

and that excites you even more.

And what about you?

Do you claim innocence in all

this?

No.

But it's not my fault you two

need a third party to get off.

You're being very harsh,

Chesney.

Are you angry with me for some

reason?

I'm just compensating for your

coyness.

How am I being coy?

How am I being coy, she asked

coyly.

By not answering my simple

question, what's on the tape?

And by beating around the bush

instead of just coming clean

and asking me for the help you

need in this big case of yours.

Has anyone ever told you that

you would make a first-rate

agent at the Bureau?

Not that I recall, but I'll

keep it in mind

if I ever get desperate.

Now what's on the tape?

- Gangsters. - Ooh.

There's a shock.

The FBI is bugging gangsters?

Who's the target?

Andrew Bandolini?

How did you know that?

I didn't.

You just guessed?

His name came to mind. Oh, come

on.

Life is nothing but a series of

coincidences.

This is just a particularly odd

coincidence.

Like guessing your age.

Now why don't you get to the

point like a big boy.

If you want a favor, just ask.

Think of it as sex.

Maybe that'll make it easier.

OK.

There's a student I would like

you to find out about as much

as you can, quietly.

Does she have a name?

Alan Jensen.

Vaguely familiar.

What did he do?

He's a rotten kid.

Is that a felony or a

misdemeanor?

Let's just say we could have

him put away for a long time,

if we wanted to. - Why wouldn't

you want to?

Because he will end up serving

a more useful function.

Such as?

Use your vivid imagination,

Chesney.

I would say to get Andrew

Bandolini,

but what possible connection

could

a Harvard man have with some

mafia hood.

You wouldn't believe me even if

I told you.

I'm tired of playing this game.

Just tell me.

Gambling, but that's just the

start.

Sorry.

Can I help you?

No, I'm fine.

I've got it.

CHESNEY: I'm really sorry.

KELLY: Don't worry about it.

It's-- it's fine.

Actually, um-- I have to go,

anyway.

So it's fine.

I'll see you later.

Hey, can I offer you a ride?

What, in a car?

- Yeah. - No.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no small boxes.

Oh, no, no, this is a big

luxurious car.

See? - No, I'll be trapped.

Come on. You'll be fine.

It's a beautiful car.

Right there.

It's a free ride, wherever you

want to go.

Who are you? -

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm Teddy.

We just spent two hours

together.

No, I mean, who are you?

I'll tell you what, you get in

the car,

and I will answer all your deep

questions,

and maybe you can even answer

some of mine.

All right?

Come on.

It'll be fun.

We'll go for fun ride.

Look.

The pretty lady, she driving

us-- take

you wherever you want to go.

Come on. Come on.

You'll be fine. It's all right.

There you go.

Oh.

ALAN JENSEN: No little boxes.

It's too small.

I gotta get out of here.

Oh.

How do you open this?

TEDDY: You don't.

Excuse me, could you open the

door, please?

I want to go back to my room and

listen to music.

You can listen until your

heart's content.

We're just going to ask you a

few questions.

I believe Mr. Jensen may have

ingested

some chemical substances, which

alter

his perception of reality.

What did I do?

Do I do anything sexual with

you?

Not yet.

But you never know what can

happen if you give the right

answers to the right questions.

What drug did you take, Alan?

TEDDY: You're not going to get

anything out of him.

He's totally gone. - You look

very familiar.

Are you sure we never made love.

- Quite.

Quite, indeed. You would

remember.

I'm sure I would.

Do you want to?

KELLY: What drug did you take?

Do you want my penis inside

your vagina?

Hey, do you want me to shove my

cane up your ass?

Does that wild look mean yes or

no.

Maybe after we get to know each

other a bit.

What drug did you take?

Oh.

And how does that happen?

I'm getting to know another

person--

knowing another person.

KELLY: Like I said before, the

right

answers to the right questions.

God, but those are just words

and words are just noise.

KELLY: Are you on ecstasy?

What, did you smoke some crack,

Alan?

KELLY: Did you drop acid?

Alan?

You're looking for Alan?

Who are you?

My name's Chesney and yours is

Cindy.

How did you know that?

Alan talks about all the time.

That's funny, because he's

never mentioned you to me.

You guys need any help?

Uh-uh.

We're looking for Alan.

I haven't seen him.

If you want, I can give him a

message or a--

better yet, why don't the both

of you hang in my room

for awhile? - Thanks, but, um--

No.

Yeah, it is a bit early for

that.

Yeah, well, um--if change your

mind, you know, just knock.

Cause you know my motto is, you

got the bear, I got the time.

Would you shut the fuck up?

Did you-- if you don't mind my

asking--

did you have an arrangement to

meet him here?

- No, did you? - No.

- So he could be anywhere? -

Doing anything.

Unless--

Unless what?

How do I know who you are?

You could be anybody.

I'm his professor.

Unless what?

Unless somebody already grabbed

him?

Somebody, meaning the FBI.

What would the FBI want with

Alan?

I have no idea.

Maybe you could help me?

I don't think so.

KELLY: Oh, do you believe this

asshole.

TEDDY: Oh, man.

Ugh.

Hey, you got to backup.

This is one way.

Excuse me, sir?

You got to back up. You got to

move this.

I got no room. What do you want

me to do?

Back up.

- Teddy? - Move it.

- Teddy? - Hey, hey.

- It's all right. - Hey.

Let me just talk to--

Hey!

Alan!

Fucker.

Hey, move it.

Oh, Jesus.

Hey.

OK.

Look, we gotta look at it this

way.

You're a legacy, so you got a

leg up.

But I mean, it's just gotten

incredibly competitive.

You look around this place, it's

like half Asian.

I mean, I don't know if I could

get in now.

Dad, maybe I don't even want to

go here.

Honey, you want to go to

Harvard.

It's Harvard.

Well, what about the other

schools that we looked at, dad?

Like what about Duke?

Duke was a lot more fun than

Harvard.

Honey, Harvard is just-- it's--

it's a great

calling card.

Doors just open up.

You're going to forge

relationships here that will

last you the rest of your life.

The kids are amazing here.

It's the best of the-- excuse

me?

Excuse me? - Dad?

Hi.

Al Franken, college, '73.

Dad?

I actually was at

here.

Dad?

Yeah, uh-- this is my daughter,

Thomason.

She's high school junior.

I just wanted her to meet a

Harvard student,

because it's kind of a random

process.

I thought I'd pick your brain,

because you've been through it.

She got a 1520 on her SAT.

Dad, don't tell people my SAT

scores.

Sorry.

800 on her math.

Dad, how do you even know he

goes to Harvard?

Of course he goes to Harvard.

He's been through this process--

letters of recommendation.

Say she got a letter from

Hillary.

Dad, Hillary doesn't even know

me.

Honey, she met you at the

fundraiser.

She was very impressed with you.

Dad, you're embarrassing me.

Honey, this is one of your

weaknesses.

You get embarrassed too easily.

Maybe you can use that.

Like in the interview today, if

they

ask you your strengths and

weaknesses,

my weakness is I get embarrassed

too easily.

Yeah, I know how to give an

interview, OK?

Summer program-- we're thinking

like an Indian reservation.

Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry.

I hate these things.

Excuse me.

Listen, I'm really--

Yeah?

Hi, Adam.

If I were you, I would free

myself.

I would open myself up.

I would sing.

I would sing a high C, sing a

high C in the middle

of Harvard Square.

No, no, no sing a

I know.

He's a pathological liar. - Dad?

I gotta go. I'm at Harvard.

Dad?

She got a 1520.

Dad, this guy is high, OK?

How do you know?

Just look at his eyes.

Dad?

Dad, let's go.

Dad?

Dad, let's go.

OK.

Um-- uh-- thank you.

Oh, it's a Harvard man-- river

man.

Run, river. River run.

Charles River by the Charles

River, by the river.

Run, river. River, run.

River, run.

Harvard man, run, River Charles,

run.

Run.

Run, river. Run, run,

COED 1: Holy shit.

Mr. Al Franken, right?

I'll tell you what I'm going to

do.

I personally, Alan Jensen, will

accept

your daughter into Harvard.

But if you don't want to go, I

would

strongly suggest against it.

Don't-- don't let your father

pressure you.

He is weird.

Did you know that the earth is

the insane

asylum of the universe?

What did you take?

Are you OK?

- What can we do to help you? -

Run, river.

River, run. Run, river.

River, run.

Run to the banks of the Charles

River.

Run, Charles River, run.

Run.

COED 2: That's why I gave up

drugs my junior year

in high school. COED 1: Me too.

COED 2: I didn't know you gave

up drugs.

COED 1: Oh, yeah, except for a

little marijuana

and some occasional coke.

(SINGING) Run, motherfucker,

run.

Run.

Run, motherfucker, run Run.

Run.

Run, motherfucker, run.

LSD.

Oh, hi.

I need to talk to you, Alan.

I have an announcement to make.

I have found the truth.

CINDY: Fuck this shit, Alan.

We are in trouble.

And I need to talk to you alone.

- So do I, now. - I'm with both

of you.

Oh, I have nothing in my heart

but love.

Who wants to go first?

Or better yet, why don't we just

all go together?

Because different people might

have different agendas.

Oh, wow.

That's-- that's a wow.

Yeah.

It's called clothing, Alan.

People wear it.

What the fuck is wrong with

you, Alan?

You're acting like a nut.

And let me tell you something,

you cannot

afford to act like a nut.

There is a lot of dangerous shit

going down

and you are in the middle of it.

Dangerous, dangerous shit.

Oh, she's-- she's my teacher

and

You did acid.

You took acid.

ALAN JENSEN: I must be inside

you.

And we must explode while we

look into each other's eyes.

All right, Alan.

This is serious. OK.

You could get kicked out of

school.

You could go to jail. ALAN

JENSEN: I was in jail.

My whole life I was in jail.

Now I'm free.

Jesus Christ, Alan.

Did you get it from Sandy?

ALAN JENSEN: Uh-huh.

Right.

Did you do more than one?

All right, Alan, how much did

you take?

15,000 micrograms.

15,000 micro-- 15,000

micrograms.

15,000?

Are you trying to destroy

yourself?

You're about to be busted by the

FBI.

That's where I just ran from.

What are you talking about?

I just ran from the FBI

building.

She want me to go inside.

She-- who is she?

You're jealous, aren't you? You

didn't even--

Alan, what's her name?

Kelly.

Kelly. All right.

You know what?

They're going to be here any

second, if they're not already.

Is there a back way out of here?

Oh.

I know a way out.

It's a great way--

acid.

God damn it, Alan.

Look, if I'm going to help you,

you're going to have

to concentrate on what's here.

All right, not what's in your

head.

Can you do that?

Is there a back way out of the

building?

I know a way out. I know a way

out.

OK. Can you show me?

Uh-huh.

But I'm inside you and you're

inside me.

You know that, right? - Right.

Right. - You know that.

OK.

Oh.

Alan, did you sign anything?

Did you put anything in writing

or on tape?

Alan, which way do we go?

Two words, words have no

meaning.

So you admitted nothing?

I mean, they don't have anything

in writing or on tape?

I can't write. I can't speak.

I don't believe a word. - OK.

Well, don't give up on them

until we

get out of here, all right?

Alan, does this take us out

front?

Into the light, the dancing,

blinding light.

Who's out

front?

Who do you think?

Oh, this is heaven.

Alan?

The vast outdoors, the

sparkling city lights.

Alan, listen, I think we should

go to that doctor

I was telling you about. - I

don't have a cold.

I know you don't.

Why doesn't anybody understand

the doctor lies within.

Alan?

Oh, god.

This is going to be a disaster.

Yeah, it already is if he

signed anything.

All right.

Now you're starting to irritate

me.

Well, pardon me for breathing.

What are you, his fucking

savior?

Look, there may be a way for us

to work together on this,

all right?

But you're going to have to come

clean with me.

Can you do that? - Of course I

can.

Look, I don't fuck with people

unless they fuck with me first.

All right. Then answer me one

question.

Who came up with the scheme you

acted out?

What scheme?

I don't know what you're talking

about?

Listen, Cindy, if you have

any--

I don't have shit that concerns

you.

Go back to your classroom,

honey.

You're in way over your head.

- Sandy. - Alan.

I took all three hits--

15,000 micrograms.

It's the answer, isn't it?

It's the answer to every

question.

It's the route to God.

It's the direct route to God.

And that's where I am. You know.

You've been there, right?

I'm with God.

It's amazing.

I feel a complete clarity, a

complete wisdom about me.

Like a complete refinement of

character and of mind,

and of body, of soul.

I feel so beautiful.

I feel so great. I feel like--

I can't believe you never gave

this to me before.

Just fucking amazing.

I walk down the street and I

see--

I see everything planned out,

exactly the way it is--

blocks, pixels--

perfect.

It's revelation. It's truth.

It's wisdom.

It's beauty.

It's eternity.

What's the longest you've ever

known anybody to trip?

Sandy?

Well, sometimes, it never ends.

Sometimes it never ends.

Sometimes it never ends. It

never ends.

Never ends.

Sometimes it never ends.

Alan? Alan?

Sometime it never ends.

5,000 never ends.

Alan?

5,000 micrograms.

SANDY: Alan, can you hear me?

ALAN JENSEN: I'm with God.

I took that route.

There's a direct route to God.

It's eternity.

You know that.

You've been there, right.

Oh, god.

Answer-- the truth.

It's the answer.

It's eternity.

Dr. East, please?

It's Chesney Cort again.

Please tell him that it's

urgent.

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Kelly.

Yeah, are you with Teddy now?

What tape are you talking about?

No, I didn't steal your fucking

tape.

Hello, Chesney?

These voices won't shut up.

If I knew that there was nothing

ahead but sound,

I would look to death right this

second.

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Everything.

I got him.

He is at a payphone right in

front of me.

Chesney?

Sit down.

What's the matter?

Tell me, please.

I'm sorry.

555-1525.

Call him now. 555-1525.

OK. OK.

OK.

CHESNEY (IN ALAN'S HEAD): Call

him now.

Call him now.

ALAN (IN ALAN'S HEAD): You're

talking about addicts.

You're talking about addicts.

It's strange.

You're the only person in my

life that I've given to

and never taken from.

And now, it's going to be you

who screws me worst

than my most vicious enemy.

It can still work out, can't

it?

- Can it? - I'm coming.

Mr. Jensen, I believe we have

some unfinished business.

I knew I should've never

trusted

a guy who speaks in four

different accents

and walks with a limp.

Now let me ask you a question.

What was the first lesson I

taught you about?

Huh? Do you remember?

I always told you, don't get

yourself

into anything you can't get out

of, if things go wrong.

I've never violated that--

never.

And now you violated it for me.

Russell?

CHESNEY (IN ALAN'S HEAD): What

What state of consciousness

are we describing here, if not--

I can't-- I don't.

I can't read this.

You don't have to read it.

I can't read.

KELLY: He manipulated you,

bribed you,

and duped you into fixing the

Harvard-Dartmouth game.

TEDDY: He's the only going to

jail.

KELLY: That's exactly where he

belongs.

He duped you and bribed you into

dumping

the Harvard--Dartmouth game.

KELLY: It's exactly where he

belongs.

ALAN JENSEN: It's like I'm in a

straitjacket that I'm trying

CHESNEY (IN ALAN'S HEAD): Think

of it as cyanide.

KELLY: That's exactly where he

belongs.

Sign it.

Sign the paper, Alan.

We cannot help you if you don't

sign this paper.

TEDDY: You don't want to go to

prison.

jail.

KELLY: That's exactly where he

belongs.

I got to go. I got to get out

of here.

I got to go to

Sign the paper.

CINDY (IN ALAN'S HEAD): Are you

fucking kidding me?

The voices-- the voices--

Cindy.

I believe Mr. Jensen may have

The

voices?

TEDDY: No, don't worry about

voices.

Worry about--

ALAN JENSEN (IN ALAN'S HEAD):

Break out--

marijuana, orgasm.

And then you can go.

If you sign everything--

KELLY: Alan!

CINDY (IN ALAN'S HEAD): Are you

fucking kidding me?

Oh Jesus.

Shit.

Alan Jensen, let me assure you

one thing before I

say or do anything else.

I have never had to suffer the

agony you are suffering myself,

but I have treated many patients

over the years who have.

And I promise you, one way or

another,

your agony will end tonight.

Go in.

When did you take this LSD?

ALAN JENSEN: Yesterday, I think.

I don't know.

I can't-- I don't know.

Where did you get it?

From a student, a chemistry

major student at Harvard--

chemistry major synthesized it

from

the original Swiss formula.

Sander's Laboratory.

Yeah, yeah, Sanders.

Sugar cubes.

True blue, she said, in sugar

cubes.

How much did you take?

15,000 micrograms.

Are you sure?

15,000 micrograms.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Can you make these voices go

Away

I can, yes.

You must sign this.

What does it say?

If I should die--

What are the chances that I'm

going to die?

As a result of the medication--

ALAN JENSEN: --chances that I'm

going to die?

- 50-50. - That' I'm going to

die?

Administered to me by Dr. Kurt

Reese.

And I absolve Dr. Reese of all

responsibility in my death.

Why would I sign it?

Do you want to feel the way you

feel

now for the rest of your life?

I can't stand to feel this way

for one more second.

Then, I suggest you sign the

paper.

What if I do die?

Do you think the voices-- do you

think they'll stop?

- Of course. - What are you

giving me?

The antidote.

You don't want to tell me what

you're giving me?

There's no need to know-- need

to know.

You are never going to take

another drop of any kind

again--

Any kind.

ALAN JENSEN (IN ALAN'S HEAD):

Intimidation.

Intimidation. Intimidation.

Intimidation.

And when did you take this LSD?

Now?

Go ahead.

Can I help you guys out?

Yeah, we're looking for Alan

Jensen.

Yeah, everybody's looking for

him.

Yeah? Who else?

So who's this kid we're going

to shoot?

His name is Alan.

Is that the kid from the house?

Yes, it's the kid from the

house.

The basketball kid?

Yes, it's the basketball kid.

Why are you asking?

Ted Carter, FBI.

Special Agent, Kelly Morgan.

FBI-- no shit.

What did he do?

Why are we shooting him?

I don't know if we're going to

shoot him.

We didn't get the OK from

Andrew.

If we get the OK from Andrew,

we'll shoot him.

You're going to shoot him

though, right?

- Why am I going to shoot him? -

It's your turn.

I shot the last guy.

I don't recall you shooting the

last guy.

Do you even remember who the

last guy we took care of was?

- Of course I remember. - Who?

What? Are you testing me?

Go ahead. Tell me.

Who.

That kid on Queens

Boulevard.

And who fired the shot?

I did.

You?

No more voices?

Just yours and mine--

the real ones.

Thank you for saving me.

You saved yourself.

Anyone who can survive 15,000

micrograms of LSD

has the constitution of an ox.

And you're going to need it,

because your other problems,

the ones out there, haven't gone

away.

Why you looking out the window?

what

How come you keep looking out

the window?

I feel like looking out the

window.

What are you looking at?

The scenery.

There's birds and flowers and

shit.

Since when are you so

interested in scenery?

You may stay here until things

become a bit more calm.

You understand that for you, LSD

is like cyanide from this day

on.

Your drug taking career has come

to an absolute conclusion.

- It's my breath, right? - What?

My breath stinks, right?

No, your breath don't stink.

How's that? A little bit

better?

We tend to take consciousness

for granted.

It evolved so subtly and so

slowly from the day

we are born until the time we

form thoughts and express

those thoughts in language, that

we forget what

a fragile edifice it is we have

built,

this thing called I, the self.

And we forget how, once

shattered,

how hard it is to reconstruct.

Treat it with respect.

I seem to remember jumping out

of an FBI window

not too long ago.

I think you might be interested

in hearing this.

Apparently, the FBI has been

bugging Bandolini's

house for quite a while now.

And from what I can gather, this

conversation

must have taken place the day

you went to get your loan.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): Why'd

bring him here?

CINDY (ON RECORDER): His parents

lost their house

in that tornado in Kansas and he

needs

$100,000 to bail them out.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): And what

are we, the Red Cross?

Told you, he ain't fucking

here, man.

He ain't stupid.

He's a fucking Harvard man.

What?

You think he's going to be

waiting around when he knows

he got guys coming for him? Huh?

How do you know that he knows

that he's

got guys coming after him?

CINDY (ON RECORDER): We can make

a huge score, daddy.

Alan will do anything to get

this money.

I can get him to dump the

Dartmouth game.

We could bet like $1 million on

Dartmouth,

and Alan walks away with his

home for his parents,

and we walk away with $1 million

cash for one day's work.

What do you think?

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): I think

I've been too easy on you,

letting you do anything you want

since your mother died.

CINDY (ON RECORDER): What do you

mean?

It's fool-proof.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): Only a

fool

says anything is fool-proof.

All this misery, all this

danger.

Why do you think I've given you

so much money?

What girl has $1 million cash

stashed in a vault.

CINDY (ON RECORDER): OK. OK.

It was just an idea.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): Yeah, a

terrible idea.

CINDY (ON RECORDER): It'll never

come up again.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): You're

damn right it won't.

Well, he's gotta come back here

eventually.

It's where he lives. - So what

are you saying?

We sit here, fucking jerking our

shit until next fucking Easter?

Come on. - Yeah, well what's

your idea?

We drive around the block in

circles

and hope we bump into him.

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): And answer

me this.

If you're so concerned about

this guy's house,

why don't you just spot him

$100,000 yourself, as a loan?

CINDY (ON RECORDER): That

wouldn't be any fun.

Besides, haven't you always told

me,

never give away something for

nothing?

ANDREW (ON RECORDER): That's my

little girl.

Wow.

She's even more lethal than I

thought.

You chose her.

Yeah, I chose her.

But you chose two FBI agents who

tried to force me to get

Andrew Bandolini put away.

When he not only didn't try and

set it up,

but he tried to stop his

daughter from setting it up.

What a saint.

Someone should canonize him.

You're not defending them, are

you?

Teddy and Kelly?

Yeah, Teddy and Kelly.

No, and I'm not defending your

little group either.

Let's not argue about each

other's friends' vices,

all right?

Let's just try and get you out

of this.

You know them better than I do,

but from what I know of them,

friendly persuasion is not

going to get them to back off.

- Depends on what kind. - What

do you have in mind?

Hello?

Hi, Chesney.

What?

Tonight?

Hold-- hold on a second.

All right.

Sounds very

intriguing.

What, uh-- time?

Actually, I'm in the real

estate acquisition

and development business in the

United

States, Canada, and Mexico.

And my most recent acquisition

was

the Pele Island Hotel and Pub.

the morning is a

joke.

You better go to the doctor.

You don't sound good at all.

So I go home.

I ask my wife, I say, Becky, am

I sleeping OK?

I sound like I'm

dying.

She says, no, no, you're

sleeping like a baby.

I go to the sleep doctor. he

tells me it's about one

of the worst cases of sleep

apnea he's ever seen.

And he puts me on a breathing

machine.

Now, I go home and ask my wife,

I said,

honey, why did you tell me I'm

sleeping OK?

She said, you sounded great,

again I'm like,

I think you're thinking about

insurance policies.

Suppose this fucking kid does

come back in, let's say, I

don't know, the next fucking 10

years, then

what are we going to do with

him?

What do you think we're going

to do?

I don't know. You see what my

point is though?

No, what is your point?

My point is that we don't have

a fucking plan.

Maybe you don't have a plan. I

do.

Oh, really? You have a plan?

Would you care to fucking

enlighten me on it?

We tell him that we got Andrew

waiting for him down

at this restaurant, that we have

a proposition to offer him

to settle everything, and that

we think

he should come down with us.

We get him in the car peacefully

and quietly, and we drive.

Then we shoot him on the way to

guys and dump the body.

At Donny's?

Of course at Donny's.

Where the fuck else are we going

to dump the body?

All right.

Then well, let me ask you one

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