Assassination of a High School President Page #3
- Where were you that night?
- What do you care?
l'm writing your biography.
Fine, let me copy off you
and l'll tell you.
Fine.
l was at the Park Arms with my nana,
playing bingo.
l got 30 f***ing geriatrics
that can back that up.
l'm touched, Cipriato.
Not a word, Funke.
After tailing Landis, I discovered
her secret life outside of school
She opened up, once I promised
to keep her ice-capades under wraps
l don't know who took them, Nancy Drew,
but l do know it happened during the game.
l was out in the parking lot last night
and l saw some flashlight
bounce around in Kirkpatrick's office.
What were you doing in the parking lot?
l was probably getting fingered
by Dutch Middleton.
Okay. Thanks, Landis.
Long time no see, Rocky.
Weekends and holidays, man.
- Thanks.
- Did you do it?
No. You?
l wish. Those tests are the tool
of the racist bourgeoisie.
Back to your cage, butt-boy.
Last night? No, man.
l got picked up for possession,
spent the night in holding.
lt's the creepy. You know.
l was f***ed up.
That's some alibi.
F*** it, f*** it. Hold this.
This is my jam, man.
None of these bad apples
had stolen the tests
Their alibis were like Dutch ovens
Gamey, but airtight
Maybe I was looking at it all wrong
Maybe a good kid was behind it
What scares you, Funke?
You know what scares me? lnjustice.
You know why? Because it's everywhere.
You think l don't see Cipriato
behind me jerking off right now?
He's a dead man. l'll deal with him.
But the thing about fighting injustice
is choosing your battles wisely.
And my battle right now is to find out
where are my missing SATs.
Now, l don't know your involvement
in all this, Funke,
but l'm watching you.
l got both eyes open and they're on you.
- You read me?
- Yes. Yes.
You bleed, Funke. We all bleed.
Thank you, sir.
Tad, am l going to get my story
on the girls' bowling team any time soon?
Get off my f***ing back, Clara!
Nobody gives two shits about girls' bowling.
l give two shits, okay?
How many more shits
do l need to get a story from you, Tad?
And Bobby?
Yeah?
Where's my story on Paul Moore?
Paul was a good kid
Maybe his bum knee wasn't so bad
Maybe my puff piece was no pastry
lt's on its way.
So how long...
So how did Paul's knee look that night?
Okay. Why?
Well, because, Nurse Platt, Paul injured it.
That's why they brought him here.
l thought he had diarrhea.
But he was limping,
so l guess he did hurt his little stem.
Yeah.
Okay.
So were you... Were you here with him
Yeah.
Well, except l got hungry, and Paul
said l should get something to eat.
His treat.
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