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Was he alive?

Hey.

Did he say anything

about me?

What do you want from me?

I didn't kill him.

LUCY:
I'm sorry.

I know. I'm so sorry.

(LUCY SNIFFLING)

I'll get the next one.

LUCY:
Oh! F***!

What are you doing?

Oh, hello.

I'm a reporter.

What building is this?

It's the Shed.

It's our classroom.

Right. Is that like

a special ed or something?

Who's Special Ed?

So, you know him?

Who?

Mr. C.

No, I was just...

Mr. Callalucci.

Sam Callalucci? Yes.

We went to

university together.

I knew it.

You could be his brother.

You sound like

James Bond.

I'm British, so...

I was thinking

of popping in.

To the funeral.

It's called a wake.

A funeral is

when you bury him.

Are we going to bury him?

No, we're just going to go sit

next to his body for a while.

Wait, wait.

It's called a wake,

because he was Catholic.

He was almost a priest.

Almost.

- Almost.

(CLANGING)

(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)

I just loved him.

Some of us wanted to say a

few words about Mr. Callalucci.

Before he was our teacher,

Mr. C was almost a priest.

Almost.

- Almost.

That's how come he knew all

about what it is to have faith.

Now it's up to us to

have a little faith in him.

It's so hard to believe

that he's no longer here.

He is, you know.

This sort of thing

happens all the time.

People feel that dead person

all around them.

But everybody's like,

"No, you gotta f***ing accept it.

"Gotta learn to

move on without him."

And if you listen to them,

well, then, pretty soon

that person really is dead.

He did things.

Good things, mostly.

And actions cause reactions.

So what we do right now is different

because of what he did then.

Because whatever he did,

we're not the same because of it,

and that's never gonna

change thanks to him.

Excuse me.

Aren't you a reporter?

Yes.

You aren't reporting

about this, are you?

No. Sam and I were

at college together.

No. Sam wasn't English.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

No, I was at college

in the US with Sam.

I was kicked

out of Cambridge.

It's a long story.

I was covering the Christa

McAuliffe shuttle thing,

and I thought

I'd stop by.

I'm sorry.

Penelope Little.

Please forgive me.

You understand

I didn't want the press

getting involved

in all of this.

I'm assuming you

knew the circumstances.

Did Sam...

I mean, I notice

that it's not exactly

overflowing

with well-wishers.

Kill the lights.

He hated bad lighting.

Hey, Peg.

- What...

Oh, my God, you guys.

PENELOPE:
I live in the rooming house

where you're staying.

If you see me there,

please don't ask me to say anything.

I'm sure others will be more

than eager to talk and talk,

but if you're really his friend,

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