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Good!

- When are you headed back to the academy?

- 0700 tomorrow morning, sir.

Sorry.

"This letter is to inform you,

the recipient, that my son,,,

"...the bearer of this letter...

- "...has permission to use my credit card..."

- You can take your break now, Kevin.

Thank you.

- May I help you, son?

- I need a room.

And you have a reservation?

- I assume my mother made one.

- Under her name?

- This is your mother?

- Yep.

No reservation under that name.

That is so typical.

- In town looking at schools, are you?

- Colleges.

She had to fly home. I have a brother,

a teenager. Bit of a problem.

Every family has one.

What colleges are you lookin' at, son?

All of 'em, really.

Just so long as it's here.

Here in the Midwest.

I hear ya.

Hello, is Georgie there? He isn't?

This is Mr. Slocumb,

Georgie's favorite teacher from the academy.

Who are you?

Really? I didn't know Georgie had a sister.

I'm in town for a little while...

...at the O'Hare Hilton.

Listen, what are you up to?

But I'm an incredibly cool

and young teacher.

Why? How old are you?

Really?

You sound older than 11.

You're right. It's probably the cigarettes.

Hello?

Mimi Slocumb, please,

This is she.

I'm calling from the O'Hare Hilton,

Hi.

You can stand at attention there, Slocumb.

What exactly

do you think you're doing here?

The Ritz-Carlton was full.

You know I'm very tense these days,

very anxious about all of lgby's trouble.

My son in drug camp, for God's sake,

and then you make me so very cross.

And I take the trouble to tell you

specifically what I require...

...a half a grapefruit and...

- Mimi.

Let's...

Let's get off the maid.

Help!

Super Cadet

has got this big smile on his face,

No one takes him seriously,

No one knows

that he's been expelled that morning.

They scream...

..."jump," and surprise...

...he does a swan dive onto the pavement.

You can still see the stain in the pavement

where his head popped open.

Every morning, I used that blotch to know

where to line up for breakfast formation.

Do you contemplate suicide?

Constantly.

You totally missed the point of my story.

- Have I?

- Completely.

It's about the hypocrisy of the place,

which I couldn't tolerate.

You let me do my job, and you do yours.

I'm trying to f***ing help you.

- You think I need help?

- Apparently.

You think that I don't know

how to do my job?

No offense, but how good could you be,

working at this place?

You know, I can only be as effective

as you allow me to be.

Just tried to help you with my story.

How did you feel about what the boy did?

I feel like he should've really reconsidered

his f***ing options, don't you?

- What are your options?

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