Charlie Bartlett Page #5

to think about what you did to me.

Yeah? What did you come up with, genius?

I think you're angry, man.

What have I got to be angry about?

Maybe you got slapped around

one too many times

for lunch money on your way to the bus.

Maybe your pop's gotta

booze himself up every morning

so he can plow roads

with a sense of humor.

Then when he gets home, you're just

a distant third to Sloppy Joes

and a bad sitcom.

Maybe the cheerleaders call you

a scumbag behind your back.

Maybe it's because the school's

got you placed on the remedial track

and your teachers are really good

at making you feel like an idiot.

Maybe it's none of these things.

Maybe it's all of them.

-What do you want from me?

-I wanna be your friend, Murphy.

Okay, maybe you're not a total tool,

but guys like you and guys like me

can't be friends.

-Why's that?

-I take the train tracks home.

-You drive around in a limo.

-I guess you're right.

Look, I got 90 pills of Ritalin

that we could sell at the dance.

Maybe we're just gonna have to

settle for being business partners.

What do these do?

Floods the brain

with norepinephrine and dopamine.

It gets you high.

So, I figure $10 a pill, right?

We split the profit,

which means you make almost 500 bucks

without spending a nickel.

Business partners, huh?

SUSAN:
So, 1 :00, right?

What? What happens at 1 :00?

-My curfew, at 1 :00.

-Where are you going?

The dance, Dad. I'm going to the dance.

I told you last week.

-Have you given up your singing?

-No. Why?

I don't know, just...

You've got a great voice.

I used to love coming home

to hear you singing in the other room.

(PHONE BUZZlNG)

That's how I knew

you were happy, I guess.

Happily texting,

ignoring this intimate exchange.

Who's that? Who are you texting?

Rodine's outside.

Have fun.

-I will. So, 2:
00, right?

-Nice try.

God, I liked you better

when you were a history teacher.

That makes two of us.

-I'll see you guys in a minute.

-Okay.

-Hey, Susan.

-Hey.

So, you think there's any chance

of a dance tonight, or...

(CHUCKLES)

I'd say there's a distinct possibility,

Charlie Bartlett.

Hey.

-So, how did we do?

-Well, it's gone.

-Gone?

-All of it. Every last pill.

It's gone.

-Well, sh*t.

-Yeah.

(GlRLS GlGGLlNG)

Superman!

Eighty-eight miles per hour!

(UPBEA TMUSlC BLARlNG)

F***ing A!

(HONKlNG)

Hey, Charlie. What's up, man?

God damn right, it's a beautiful day

Uh-huh

God damn right, it's a beautiful day

Uh-huh

Hey, man.

Uh-huh

God damn right, it's a beautiful day

Uh-huh

(FOCUSlNG)

(ALL PROTESTlNG)

-This sucks.

-Seriously sucks.

Thank you.

Charlie, you want to sign this petition?

It's to get the security cameras

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