St. Elmo's Fire

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Excuse me.

Wendy Beamish and William Hicks.

They were in a car accident.

See the officer about that.

Good evening.

Alec Newberry.

Congressman Langston's office.

If I can be of any assistance...

- Congressman who?

- Langston.

Clear, please.

Are they dead?

- Hi, you guys.

- Wendy.

- Wendy. You okay?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

The car my dad got me

for graduation is totaled.

Go find Billy.

See if you can sober him up.

He almost kills you,

and you're paying?

Jules, please.

Is that your date?

No.

That is.

We're dealing with

a first-time offender here.

Miss Beamish won't press charges,

so why not let it slide?

Forget it, counselor.

I wouldn't strike a match

near his blood.

Okay, you're under arrest.

Watch the sax.

Do you believe in premarital sax?

May I assume the accident

left you injury-free?

Billy, four months after graduation...

...and you still act like

every night's a frat party.

Aren't you even a little

concerned about Wendy?

- How bad is it?

- Severe.

She might have exceeded

the limit on her father's VISA.

You're being arrested

for drunk driving.

Drunk, definitely. I don't know

if you can call it driving.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Wendy.

We'll be right behind you.

Alec, I've got a lot of cash.

Dale?

Dale Biberman.

- Do you remember me?

- Yes, but I'm...

Kirby Keager.

You were a senior

when I started Georgetown.

Right. Kirby. How are you?

I graduated.

I always knew you would.

And I'm a lawyer.

I mean, I'm a waiter...

...studying to become a lawyer.

Dale Biberman.

I can't believe it.

Still like Woody Allen?

I've gotta go.

Nice seeing you.

Don't you worry.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- Hey, thanks for bailing me out.

- Again.

When are you gonna get a car...

...that expresses your lifestyle

as the perfect couple?

Not everyone got recruited out of

school into international banking.

My parents gave me the car. I bet

I was conceived in the back seat.

It's still sticky.

Wait till my father hears

the car is totaled.

Wally, undergrads

sitting at our table?

- Only been there for 10 minutes.

- We've been here four years!

Kirbo, come here.

Where have you been?

It's busy. Where'd you go?

- The hospital.

- What?

- The hospital.

- You sick?

- It was an emergency.

- You could have told me.

- Gonna fire me?

- I fired you last week.

Blinding white light.

Skid.

Tree.

Impact.

I was out of hand! It was a

metaphysical-precision collision.

Was it beautiful for you too, Wendy?

Somebody get me a screwdriver.

And a hammer.

Of course, you do know what it means

to have drunk driving on your record?

I'll never be a cop in D.C.

Wally!

Hi, Wal.

Betrayed.

- So you're not angry?

- No, I'm not angry.

Never trust a woman

who says she isn't angry.

- Tell me about it.

- I'm not.

You're the angry one. I thought

writing for the paper made you happy.

- You should call your wife.

- I'll tell you something, Jules.

Obituaries isn't writing.

All my characters die.

I'd like to write about

the meaning of life.

- You'll get a chance, Kevin.

- Don't hold your breath.

Tommy.

Who's that?

Tommy Bancroft. Senator Hodges'

key guy. I want you to meet him.

- And to be impressive.

- Oh, yes, sir.

The meaning of life,

Kevin, is fun, good times...

...a little H-U-M-O-R.

Don't you enjoy anything anymore?

Like girls?

I enjoy being afraid of Russia.

It makes America feel better.

Russia feels national

worth from our paranoia.

- How's that?

- Good.

Good. I have to check in

with the death squad now.

- Did you see her?

- Who?

- Dale Biberman.

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