Derailed

Get ready for yard.

Get ready for yard.

- F*** you!

- What's his name again?

Fabrizio.

He's some

kind of tough guy, man.

Ready for yard, gentlemen.

Gangway!

Yard line.

- Come on, let's bail out.

- Gangway! Move it!

Move out!

Go in and out, man! In and out!

I ain't even sweatin' you, man!

F*** 'em up, man!

Come on, feed me, man!

F*** you!

Always good!

You're just a little punk, baby.

The morning it all began,

began like any other morning.

Oh! Oh, Bernie.

Dad, I need lunch money

and a note for gym.

And you promised to help me

with my book report, remember?

The author devotes a lot of time

to developing the characters,

and he seduces the reader by...

- Seduces?

- Yeah. He, uh, draws you in, you know?

- You wanna know how it ends.

- But I already knew how it ended.

OK, so write it was predictable.

- No, Dad, I mean I've seen the movie.

- Oh. Right.

Come on. You got to eat.

Cant you think of another word?

"Lntrigues."

"Lntrigues." Thanks, Mom.

You're smarter than Dad, you know that?

Yes, God help us if he finds out.

If Mom's so smart, maybe she

should help you with your book report.

See what I mean?

- I have a meeting, Dee.

- Yeah, I have meetings too.

Amy, your book report, your call.

Me or him?

I choose option O

where you two get me a tutor.

Yep. We've been through this.

Oh, jeez.

- Where is it?

- It's over there.

It's the hospital.

- Yep?

- Is this Mr. Schine?

Speaking.

I need to know

if Amy's levels have changed.

- No. No, the levels are the same.

- We need the latest results.

Yep.

Ill fax it over when I get to work.

Thanks.

You going to the ATM?

- Who wants to live forever, right?

- You have to stay positive.

- At least it's not going up.

- It's not going down, either, though.

Positive.

Amy, your bus'll be here soon.

Bye.

Bernie, you stay here.

You used to kiss each other

goodbye in the mornings.

Shut up.

Come on.

The author intrigues the reader

by twisting the narrative

so you never know what's coming next.

How's that?

Lt's all right.

The train on platform two

is the 7.50 Red Line service

to Chicago Central.

Calling at Central Street, Davis Street,

Main Street, Rogers Park,

Ravenswood, Clyburn

and Chicago Central.

Ticket.

Oh, sh*t.

- I meant to get one at the station.

- Nine dollars.

- Oh, gee. This is embarrassing.

- And it's only Monday.

My wife, she, uh, emptied my wallet

when she left for work this morning.

Oh, so it's the wife's fault, is it?

- Yeah. I'm trying to explain.

- It's nine dollars.

Pay up or get off at the next stop.

It's that simple.

- Ill pay for him.

- What?

No, no. You don't have to do that.

Don't worry about it.

One lucky guy.

No, really. It's my fault.

It's all right. I paid, didn't I?

Here you go. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Just so you know,

it wasn't an act or anything.

It was a shameless act,

and I'm a born sucker.

Just drop it.

- I don't want you to think...

- OK. I don't.

I mean, there's an ATM

at Union if you're getting off there.

Tomorrow is fine.

Of course, there is a ten percent

interest charge overnight.

- Interest charge.

- Plus the handling fee.

Ouch.

Never met a woman loan shark before.

- You break legs too?

- Just balls.

Oh. You're a lawyer.

I'm a financial advisor.

I cheat clients.

I'm a commercial executive.

I con housewives.

Where do you work?

JMD/March. It's a midsize place.

We've got some

semi-decent accounts. You?

Avery Price. It's a big place.

We don't do semi-decent accounts.

- This your usual train?

- Why?

- So Ill know how to pay you back.

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