Ouch. You two have chemistry.
Okay. That's the Percodan talking.
I don't know, seeing her like this, I think she's pretty attractive.
Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.
Ouch. You two have chemistry.
Okay. That's the Percodan talking.
I don't know, seeing her like this, I think she's pretty attractive.
Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.
He used to be fine. He was better than fine. He was great. He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he... started acting strange. Erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. Then he got angry. And then he got... physical. That was it. That was the last straw. They put him away. And she divorced him... without him even realizing it. That's why she wants a whole new life. And it's easy to just stash me away in boarding school. Like half of us are just stashed away there. And I get it. She never has to look at me. Because maybe when she looks at me, she... she sees him. Maybe she's right. I can't keep it together. I lie. I steal. I piss people off. I don't have any friends, real friends. I'll probably get kicked out of Barton too. And when I do, it'll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to youknowwhere. And nobody will care. The funny thing is... I wanted to see him so bad this whole time. But I also didn't, you know? Because I'm afraid that's what's going to happen to me one day.
You're not your father.
How do you know?
Because no one is his own father. I'm not my dad. No matter how hard he tried to beat that idea into me. I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. I think you and I have this in common. But don't get me wrong, you have your challenges. You're erratic and belligerant and gigantic pain in the balls, but you're not your father. You're your own man. Man, no. You're just a kid. You're just beginning. And you're smart. You've got time to turn things around. Yes, I know that Greeks had the idea that the steps you take to avoid your fate are the very steps that lead you to it, but that's just a literary conceit. In real life, your history does not have to dictate your destiny.
What the **** just happened? I thought Barton men don't lie. Don't get me wrong, that was fun but you just lied through your teeth.
What I say during a private conversation is none of your goddamn business. You are not to judge me.
It wasn't a private conversation. The wife and I were there. And I helped you. Why did he ask if you landed on your feet?
What is this, Nuremberg? Jesus.
You're the hard-ass constantly telling everybody not to lie and going on and on about the honor code.
There was an incident when I was at Harvard with my roommate.
And?
He accused me of copying from his senior thesis. Plagiarizing. Ah.
Well, did you?
No, he stole from me. But that blue-blooded prick's family had allies on the faculty. I mean, their last name is on a library, for Christ's sake. So he accused me in order to sanitize his treachery and, uh, they threw me out.
Wait, so you got kicked out of Harvard for cheating?
No, I got kicked out of Harvard for hitting him.
You hit him? What, like punched him out?
No, I hit him with a car. Ah.
You got kicked out of Harvard for hitting a guy with a car?
By accident.
Where's my photo?
What photo?
I think you know what photo, and you stole it.
I resent that baseless accusation.
Give me my goddamn picture.
Hey, what's your problem, Tully? You homesick? Huh? Gonna cry? Little boy misses his mommy?
**** you, Kountze. Why are you even here, anyway? Where's your family?
We're renovating our house, all right? It's all torn up. They're storing the tools and stuff in my room.
That's what they told you? It's winter, idiot. Nobody renovates their house in the winter. Your parents don't want you around because you're a **** insecure sociopath.
A what?
I mean, who'd want you for a son? That's why you grind everybody, because deep down you know you're an asshole. Plus, academically, you're a disaster. I mean, if I were your parents, I'd never want you home again. The only tool in your room is you.
He was a great kid. I had him one semester. Very insightful.
Mm-hmm. He hated you. He said you were a real asshole.
Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid, insightful.
Believe it or not, Mr. Tully, there was a time when the fire in my loins burned white hot.
You're full of shit.
No, the details would curl your toes.
Do you think I want to be babysitting you? Oh, no, no, I was praying to the god I don't even believe in that your mother would pick up the phone or your father would arrive in a helicopter or a submarine or a flying **** saucer to take you...
My father's dead!
Fresh air would do you good.
It's like 15 degrees outside.
And the Romans bathed naked in the freezing Tiber. Adversity builds character, Mr. Tully.
I guess I thought I could make a difference. I mean, I used to think I could prepare them for the world even a little. Provide standards and grounding like Dr. Greene always drilled into us. But, uh, the world doesn't make sense anymore. I mean, it's on fire. The rich don't give a shit. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line. Trust is just a name on a bank.
Well... look, if that's all true, then now is when they most need someone like you.
You just earned yourself a detention, sir, now, get back here!
Being here with you is already one big **** detention!
Son of a bitch! That's another detention!
Sir, I don't understand.
That's glaringly apparent.
I can't fail this class.
Oh, don't sell yourself short, Mr. Kountze, I truly believe that you can.
And you, gentlemen, did you save room for dessert?
Hmm.
What's that?
That's our signature dessert. Cherries jubilee.
Sounds great.
Bring the young vandal here Cherries Jubilee.
I'm afraid I can't. The dish contains brandy. Same deal with the bananas Foster.
Yeah, but doesn't the alcohol just burn off?
It's still against the rules, ma'am.
Fine. I'll order the cherry jubilee. We can share it.
Mm. I can't allow that, either.
Can we say it's his birthday?
It's my birthday.
Well, happy birthday, young man. Let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert.
Christ on a crutch. What kind of a fascist hash foundry are you running here?
Excuse me, ma'am. Do you by chance have cherries?
Yes.
Great. And do you have ice cream?
Yes.
Fantastic. Can we please get cherries and ice cream to go?
And the check.
Right away. [walks away]
Bitch.
Mmm.
[Angus smiles]
Hardy, I have known you since you were a boy, so I think I have the requisite experience and insight to aver that you are and always have been penis cancer in human form.
I thought all of the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.
There's nothing new in human experience, Mr. Tully. Each generation thinks it invented debauchery or suffering or rebellion, but man's every impulse and appetite from the disgusting to the sublime is on display right here all around you. So, before you dismiss something as boring or irrelevant, remember, if you truly want to understand the present or yourself, you must begin in the past. You see, history is not simply the study of the past. It is an explanation of the present.