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I think,

"What is the principle?"

- The principle?

- The guiding principle.

And I know you don't

think in these terms...

It's about balance.

It's all about balance.

Right.

- Michael.

- Yes, Terri?

Can you pick up

Charlie from school?

I think I'm gonna be here

a little while longer.

OK, sure.

Believe me, if I told you

the story of how we met,

I mean, you saw

the scar on his head?

He was almost killed.

And I rushed over...

Hey, listen, Lou...

Hey, just because you're the mayor,

it doesn't mean

you're above the law.

You have to let Terri

move on with her life.

You have to move on, yourself.

You might want to pay

that ticket right away.

I'd hate to have

to hit you with a warrant.

Hold on, Lou.

Let's talk about this.

- Two "F's" in Stiffle?

- Hurry up.

There's two Stiffles.

What?

There's two Stiffles.

Dean and Charlie.

Who the hell's Charlie?

F/A-18 Hornet.

Perfect vision. It's a gift.

Which one of you

is Charlie?

- You're Charlie?

- Yeah.

Damn. You're teeny-tiny.

- Hey, you wanna come with us?

- No way.

Look what we got.

What?

- Goddamn it, Lee.

- There he is.

Come here.

Who the hell's that?

That is Dean's brother.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sh*t. My parents.

- Those kids again, Lee?

- We're doing a group project.

With them, Lee? You think

they care what grades you get?

- Mom.

- Look, son,

you let your grades go now, maybe

you don't get into a top-tier school.

- Yeah.

- You don't get into a top-tier school,

maybe you got to settle

for a second-rate job.

Maybe you don't have

the life you want.

Maybe each and every day you wake up

and wanna crawl back into bed

and tell the world

to go to hell.

We're just saying, you've worked

too hard to blow it in your last year.

We've all worked hard together.

So, come on, champ,

hop in the car.

It's for school.

Just look at our little man.

All right, Lee.

All right.

Sorry about that, Mr. Parker.

Can someone please

answer the goddamn phone?

Hello?

Ask for Dean.

Is Dean there, please?

Yes, he is.

Who may I say is calling?

- It's Billy.

- One moment, please.

Dean?

Telephone.

Telephone, honey.

Some boy named Billy.

All right!

- What?

- Dean?

- What do you want?

- We got Charlie.

- Who?

- Your brother.

- We kidnapped your brother.

- What are you talking about, man?

I got him right now.

He's scared shitless.

Why did you kidnap my brother?

So you know I'm not f***ing around.

I want the stuff from Troy.

- I all ready told you...

- I don't think you're listening.

You are going

to get me Troy's drugs.

- Or what?

- Don't push me, psycho.

- Or what?

- I'll kill him. I'm gonna kill him.

I'm not f***ing around, man.

I swear to God!

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