The Outing Page #3

Interpreting the inscriptions

have been a lot of problem, though.

Language is not easy, is it?

You said it.

You hit it.

I'm having to reprogram the computer.

Woman".

Dr. Wallace, Mr. Coutrie's is here.

I'll be right out.

Hmm.

A real find.

I am going to recopy

some of those inscriptions

and give it another try.

I'll leave the lamp here when I go.

Okay, I'll have Bob watch the office

till we lock up.

Good work, old buddy.

The dumb sh*t.

It's not funny really, Alex.

I mean, he's always pulling crap

like that since you two broke up.

Yeah, actually,

it started before we broke up.

I mean, that's one of the reasons

why we did.

- The man is sick.

- Alex, I'm afraid of him.

Do you think you ought to talk

to your dad about that creep.

You know what, he thinks

his dad's money can buy anything.

- He's such a jerk.

- More like a jerk off.

Jerk off, huh?

- Hey!

- Mike!

We'll see who the jerk off is

when I'm done with you!

No! Ow!

- Yeah!

- Mike!

- You like that, huh? Huh?

- Mike! Ah!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Mike, leave him alone!

I'm gonna cut you.

Ow! Sh*t!

Who do you think you are, huh?

Ah! Oh!

Daley, you're finished at this school,

I guarantee you that.

You ain't kicking me out, n*gger.

I can buy and sell you all day.

Son, do you want to know the meaning

of the word "black power"?

Because if you do, I'll wipe the floor up with your

ugly white ass.

No, no.

No what, punk?

Naw, suh!

I'm gonna get you.

You b*tches, you too, Pinson...

- you're all dead meat.

- Get him outta here!

Let me go, man!

Let me go, man!

Let me go!

Let me go!

You're always surprising me.

- Thanks, dad.

- Mm-hmm.

Man, Ms. Ferrell really got him,

didn't she?

Okay, everybody, it's time for class.

You okay, Ted?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm okay.

Sorry about this, Eve.

But it looks like

you took good care of yourself.

We'll be right there,

Ms. Ferrell, okay?

I love you.

Thank you.

Anyway, what he did

was to invite all the poor,

the beggars, and the majority

of the sick and handicapped people

to this large Christmas dinner

he was hosting.

And when they were all seated,

he had his guard set fire

to the entire chamber.

The result was over 1,000

of those people were killed.

This was his method of reducing poverty.

Terrible, huh?

What was his name?

Vlad the Impaler.

But you've heard of him before--

Count Dracula.

There really was a Dracula?

In a way.

Vlad was the real-life person

that Bram Stoker

based his character of Dracula on.

And that's really the main point

I'm trying to make today.

Every myth has an origin,

a beginning somewhere.

Ms. Ferrell, could there ever

have been like a real magic lamp?

Well, was there?

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