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Morning.

You still mad at me for putting
you back in public school?

I'd love to talk,

but my bullies don't like
to be kept waiting.

They get cranky when they have
to rush through their insults

to get to the hitting.

Oh, there's a child
who still loves me.

You still love me,
right?

I do for a dollar.

Uh, you're teaching her
to exchange love for money?

You know, that ends with her
hanging out at a truck stop,

and not because
she's driving.

I have to go potty.

Okay. Now, remember how much
toilet paper we use?

This much.

That much.

So, being back in public school
isn't going so great?

On the contrary.

It's a real treat
being the kid

who left to go
to magnet school

and then had to
come crawling back.

In hindsight, maybe
my last morning announcement

on the PA system
shouldn't have been,

"It's Taco Tuesday with
a side of kiss my ass, losers!"

Man, you're a sitting duck
in gym class.

Especially dodgeball.

I loved that game.

We had one kid,
we used to bean him so much,

he had a bald spot on the back
of his head from running away.

And the shame of that
has never left me.

You know,
the best part is,

I'm back in a school
with an 80% less chance

of me getting
a scholarship.

There's gotta be
another way.

You should just drop out
and do homeschooling.

Then you won't be forced

to have all those
life-saving vaccines

and you can make up
your own scientific theories

like your favorite
athletes.

Let me guess,
since I'm home anyway,

I can watch your kid
while you're in class?

Well,
there's a happy accident!

I thought Emilio
watched Beverly Rose

while you were
in class.

His girlfriend's father
is in the hospital,

so he went with her
to be supportive.

I should have had a baby
with an inconsiderate jerk.

You know,
like Darlene did.

Can you watch
Beverly Rose?

In the hardware store?

We had a broken bag
of bird seed,

and the rats were running around
like it's a Vegas buffet.

I could give her a mallet.
She could play whack-a-mole.

- Jackie?
- No, I don't know.

There's gonna be a mob
at The Lunch Box.

It's the day we give 10% off
to the seniors.

That won't work.

Beverly Rose
is in that phase

where she's telling everybody
how they smell.

And it's very hurtful.

Come on, Darlene.

I watched your kids.

They only got away from me
once at the mall,

and then I found them
right away in the park.

How they crossed that
busy highway, I have no idea.

I can't.

I'm taking my last personal day
to look for a new place.

So you're actually
moving out?

She wants to be
independent from men.

And as a man with
an overcrowded house,

I say,
"Yaas, queen!"

Can't you just miss
one day of class?

I already missed two,

and if I miss another one,
I get an Incomplete.

I guess I'll just have to
bring her to class.

Here's what you do --
and I've seen this work --

you find two more kids,
you stack them on each other.

You stick Beverly Rose
on top of them

with a floor-length
trench coat and a hat,

stick a mustache
on her.

You saw that in
"The Little Rascals" movie.

And it worked!
Cop ran right by 'em!

Now, remember,
Mommy is in class,

so you have to be very quiet
and watch your video, okay?

Okay, today we're gonna
talk about

the real reason you all
took Abnormal Psych --

serial killers.

Now, odds are, there's probably
one in this very classroom.

I know who my money's on.

♪ Old MacDonald
had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O

♪ And on his farm,
he had a cow ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O

Sorry, I was just thinking about
that serial killer farmer

who made a wheelbarrow
out of a fat guy.

Looks like we have
a new student here.

I am so sorry.

All my childcare
fell through.

I didn't know
what else to do.

It's okay. She's probably the
only one who did the reading.

Well, hello,
Beverly Rose.

My name's Professor Glen.

You mom's told me
how smart you are.

Would you like to
help me teach the class?

Yes.

Is that okay, Becky?

Okay by me
if it's okay with you.

It'll be fun.

She can help me
with an experiment.

You think she'd mind
a mild electric shock?

What?

Kidding.

We can't do that
in the US anymore,

but thank God for science,
there's international waters.

Okay, you ready?

Here we go. Oh.

Everybody, please say hello
to my new TA, Beverly Rose.

- Hi.
- Hi, Beverly Rose.

Okay, now.

Can you draw a triangle?

I don't know.

Let's try it.

All you got to do is
connect the dots, okay?

There you go.

Yep.

Ohp.

Yep. Yep.

There you go.

Now, as Beverly Rose
has clearly illustrated,

psychopathy, narcissism,
and Machiavellianism

are the three personality traits
that make up the dark triad.

And give it up for Beverly Rose!
Come on!

So let's get back
to Old MacDonald.

Can anybody here think of
any other children's songs

that might apply to
abnormal psych?

Uh...

Becky?

Well, it's not a song,

but, uh, Humpty Dumpty clearly
suffered from suicidal ideation.

I mean, he was
an egg up on a wall.

Obviously,
he was a jumper.

If you found Humpty with
a half a fifth of Scotch

and an empty bottle of pills,
you wouldn't call

all the king's horses
and all the king's men.

You'd hit him up
with some NARCAN,

put him back in the carton,

and wait till
the ambulance got there.

Hey, you here to get
the rest of your stuff

to take to Aldo's?

Yep.

Well, I'll say it so that
you don't have to.

"I've missed you every day,
Mom.

Not just your wisdom
or your reassuring presence,

but the warmth
that radiates from you

like a second sun."

Thought you'd enjoy that.

So I heard you pulled Mark
out of the magnet school.

What'd the little prince
do?

Shank a stupid kid with
his National Honor Society pin?

No, he was taking
Logan's ADHD medication.

Whoa,
t-that's terrible.

We should check his room
to see if he's hiding any.

Don't bother.
He gave it all to me.

If they were mine,
you would have never found them.

Yeah, well, he just
used them to study.

If I knew you
were gonna do that,

I would have sprinkled them
on your cereal.

I'm gonna have to
blame that on you.

Whoa.

This is $500.

Oh, my God!
That's where I put it!

Where did Mark get
this kind of money?

Oh, looks like
your perfect little boy

graduated from drug user
to drug dealer.

He said he'd do anything
to get money for college,

but I can't believe
he's doing this.

Yeah, and it doesn't
make any sense.

If you're already making money
selling drugs to kids,

why would you
go to college?

You've already got
a career.

Come on, Darlene.

Mark's not the kind of kid
who deals drugs.

What else is he doing
to make that kind of money?

You gotta
talk to him.

I'm going to, but he lied
about taking the pills.

He's gonna lie
about this,

and if I accuse him
and I'm wrong,

then it's just gonna
split us even further apart.

Oh,
back in my cop days,

we had one guaranteed way
to get the truth.

It --
Well, but it's a whole --

You gotta get
a pit bull and a blindfold.

Geez.

Jackie, Mark is
your great-nephew who you love.

Okay, no blindfold.

It's actually more effective

when you
see the pit bull coming.

You're off the case.

Damn it.

Have either of you
seen anything suspicious?

Okay, maybe this is nothing,
but now that I think about it,

the last couple of weeks
while you were at work,

there's been kids I've
never seen before coming by.

Oh, man.

When I drove Mark home
from school today,

there was an older kid
waiting for him.

Wait,
so the kid that I just

confiscated a bunch of pills from

now has a waiting line of randos
dropping by,

and neither of you thought
just to, oh, mention it?

Hey, you're the one raising
the little Scarface.

Don't blame it on us.

I gotta go.

See?

This is why
I quit the force.

I couldn't handle watching
promising young people

go down the wrong path.

You shot yourself in the leg
with your own gun

and fell down
a flight of stairs.

In despair over
the young people.

God.

My professor is
this brilliant guy

with this dark sense of humor,
so I was surprised to see

how sweet he was
with Beverly Rose today.
Hmm.

The only way I could get her
to leave the classroom

was by promising her
we'd see a horse.

There aren't any horses
in Lanford.

That's why I drove really fast
by that chunky golden retriever

and yelled "Pony!"

Yeah, part of it is that
Glen's single

and he doesn't
have any kids.

He'd probably make
a great dad.

- Don't you do it.
- Do what?

Don't be hot for teacher.
We've all been there.

My training officer,
Hank the Tank,

he was teaching me how to
drive in a high-speed pursuit

and we started going at it
like two cats in heat.

Next thing you know,

we're in our underwear
on the hood of the car.

Put on quite a show
for the dash cam.

Uh, you forgot to
put one on my head.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

But my point is,

he got demoted
for abuse of rank

and I got a bad rep for
sleeping my way to the middle.

You're way ahead of me.

Yeah, okay, I like him,
but I don't know if he likes me.

I mean, we laugh
in our advisor meetings.

We have these amazing,
deep talks

that I can't have
with anybody else.

Has he given you
any obvious clues?

Just little comments he makes
on my papers.

Like what?

Uh, "Great job."
"You're a star."

That's nice.
That doesn't mean anything.

True, I am a star.

One day,
I turned a paper in late

because I missed class,
and he wrote he missed me.

"Missed"
could be platonic.

I mean,
I miss Kenny Rogers Roasters,

but I wouldn't date him.

What else you got?

Uh...how about this?

"I love the way
your brain works."

He used the word "love"?

Good God! Hot pants!
Get out of that class!

You actually think
he's into me?

You have deep talks.
You laugh together.

He writes flirty little notes
on your papers.

Hot pants!

Okay.

Now it's real.

That's exciting,

but it also sucks,
because you're right.

It could ruin his career,
and how could you resist this?

What are you gonna do?

I have to drop his class
and find another advisor

before something
gets out of hand.

Yeah,
that's the smart move.

That's what I was gonna do
with Hank the Tank,

but then he got caught
stealing money from the mob

and he hit the road...

when they threw him
off an overpass.

Did you bring the money?

Do I have to pay you
up front?

That's the way it works.

You sure your essay's gonna
get me into the college I want?

Trust me, I've been preparing
for this all my life.

Admissions people love
pain and suffering.

They want to hear about
your heroic struggle

to overcome all your
heartbreaking problems.

Dyslexia, broken home,
dead parents, all that crap.

So what do you got?

Uh...
I'm lactose intolerant.

That's it?

Okay, um...

I'm hearing
the tragic tale

of a desperately lonely
young man

whose diseased gut
clenched with fear

every time he heard the bells
of an ice cream truck.

Did you have to go through
any painful medical procedures?

Uh, no.

I just take a lactase chewable
before I eat dairy.

No, no, you don't.

You suffer
the social anxiety

of being different
than everybody else

and battle loneliness
and isolation as a result,

but you persevered
to become...

the treasurer
of the origami club?

You're killing me here.

Okay, well, I'll call you
when I have something.

Go fold yourself
a swan.

Hi, I'm Mark's mom.
Who are you?

I'm Tyler.

Oh, nice to meet you,
Tyler.

You want to give me the pills,
or should I call the police?

What?

I know you've got
pills in your pocket.

Give them to me. Now!

But I -- I need these.

No, you don't.
You just think you do.

No, I really do.

You don't want to know
what happens if I don't.

Ask my brother.
He shares a room with me.

Listen to yourself.

You are whacked
out of your mind.

Go home, tell your parents
you have a problem,

and get some help.

You can beat this, Tyler.
Come on.

I just met Tyler.
What the hell are you thinking?

I told you.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes.

I need money for college.

Oh, and that makes it okay
to sell drugs?

What are you talking about?
I'm not selling drugs.

Oh, really?
What are these?

Pills for lactose intolerance.
Tyler can't eat dairy.

Whoops.

But -- Look, if you're not
dealing drugs,

then how did you
make this?

You searched my room?

No, I was putting away laundry
in your room,

and then Harris came in
and broke your picture frame.

I made that money
writing college admission essays

for kids from
my old magnet school

who are too stupid
to write their own.

That's why Tyler was here.

Well, that's wrong, too.
It's unethical.

Yeah,
but it's not illegal.

Tutors help kids with
their essays all the time.

They don't write them.

Because of
what you're doing,

rich magnet school kids
are getting into colleges

while some
more deserving kids aren't.

Yeah, I'm one of those
more deserving kids,

and I'm going to keep
taking advantage of these idiots

until I have enough
money to go to one of
these colleges, too.

And your snooping is forcing me
to do something

that no Conner
has ever done.

I'm gonna go
open a savings account.

Hey.

This is
a nice surprise.

Were we supposed to
meet today?

No,
but I need to talk to you.

I'm all ears.
Get 'em from my father.

Better than my mother.
She was all nose.

So, uh...what's up?

I need to transfer
out of your class

and take it with
another professor.

Well, there's two problems
with that.

One, this course is
a requirement

and I'm the only one
who teaches it.

And two, you're doing great
in this class.

Why would you
want to transfer?

Because I have feelings for you,

and if I'm reading
my graded papers correctly,

I think you might have
feelings for me, too,

unless I've misread
this whole thing,

in which case, I hope
you have a very tiny stroke

that just kills
this memory.

It took a lot of courage
to tell me that.

I'll try to be
just as brave.

Don't tell anyone,
'cause I'll deny it if you do --

I have feelings for you,
too.

But you didn't
hear it from me.

I knew you liked me!

Shh, shh. Maybe we keep
our voices down

to a non-career-ending
level.

Sorry.
I just really enjoy being right.

I know you can get fired
for dating me.

And I'm worried about
what this could do to you, too.

I mean,
the students would hate you

for getting their
favorite professor fired.

So what do we do?

Easy.
The only thing we can do.

I marry you immediately and we
grow old doing psych research.

We'll shock babies together
off the coast.

Why don't we talk about this
over dinner?

We just gotta find
a place to meet

that's so horrible, nobody
but us would ever go there.

Uh, you know
that tire fire

that's been burning for years
out by the landfill?

Good start.

There's a really nice,
little Peruvian jazz place

right next door.

I know it. I thought
they closed that place down.

Oh, no.

It reopens every day the wind
is blowing from the east.

Can I help you?

Are you Mark Healy?

I am.

I'm Will Deetler.

You wrote an essay
for my daughter.

Oh, hi.
I'm Mark's mother.

I already talked to him and
told him what he did was wrong,

and we're so sorry
about that.

That's not the problem.

The essay Mark wrote
was exactly the same

as an essay he wrote
for another kid

who was also going to submit it
to Northwestern.

Thank God the two kids talked
and caught it.

That was pretty stupid,
man.

Hey, I do have a kid you can
call stupid, but not this one.

He'll pay your daughter back
her money.

She didn't pay for it.
I did.

She wrote an essay about
an eyebrow threading gone wrong.

When I told her it was terrible,
she looked sad

or angry.

Her eyebrows are so screwed up,
I couldn't tell.

This was your idea?

Oh, my God.

You've got no moral ground
to complain about anything.

I don't need moral ground.
I need a new essay.

Well, no!

You're done taking advantage
of my kid.

Look, the application deadline
is next week.

Don't make me go to Mark's
principal and get him expelled.

Oh, you do that and I'll go to
the magnet school and get...

What's your idiot kid's
name?

- Skyler.
- Oh, of course it is.

I'll get Skyler expelled
from there.

We built the new cafeteria
at the magnet school,

so take your best shot.

How about I tell every school
she applies to

that she does not
write her own essays?

Then she'll be blacklisted

from getting into
any school anywhere.

Take a look at our furniture,
cafeteria man.

We got nothing to lose!

That was great!

I can't believe
you stuck up for me like that.

That is
what parents do,

but they don't do it twice,
so listen up.

If both of those essays
would have gone to Northwestern,

you know those kids
would have turned you in,

and you would have been
blacklisted along with them,

then you can forget about
going to college anywhere.

Then what am I
supposed to do?

I don't know how else
to pay for college.

I may have found a way,
but it's gonna take awhile.

What?

Okay, I've been up every night
looking for scholarships,

and one way that you can get
colleges to give you one

is to have a unique skill

like playing an instrument
in their orchestra

that no one else
wants to play.

Like what, a tuba?

No, way more embarrassing
than that.

It's something that
nobody wants to learn.

The contrabassoon.

Oh, my God.
It's giant.

Uh, this is what it sounds like
if you do it well.

That should take you
about two years to get to that.

Alright,
let's get one.

And I think
I might be able to get

a great college essay
out of this.

"I'm a gay
contrabassoonist

from the wrong side
of the tracks."

Buckle in.
Why?

'Cause you are on a rocket sled
to Harvard.

So, now that Mark's
gone sideways,

you're my only hope.

And since you're kind of
a blank slate,

I want to get you going
in the right direction.

Now, the Chinese culture
has it right --

the way to happiness is
to honor your oldest relative

by letting them
live with you

and taking care of them their
whole life, okay, sweet pea?

Okay.
Okay.

Mm.

Oh, you're gonna be a whole
different kind of special.