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(intense instrumental music)

(pager beeping)

(school bell ringing)

- Yo!

Hey, Connie.

Get out of here, this ain't for you, girl.

- Angel, you should be ashamed of yourself.

- Hey, slow down, girl.

You want to burn some coal?

- Hey, chichi.

You keep chilling you going to be dealing.

- Hey guys, leave her alone.

- Almost out on the train on your mom.

- You going to tell the man on us now, chichi?

(doorbell buzz)

- It's Consuelo.

- Hi, Connie.

- Hi.

- Hey listen, I just got off the phone with Han

with special ed

and he said if you put in

he can get you approved

for the college pre-med courses in the spring.

- Thank you, Mr. Diaz.

(car window crashing) (car alarm wailing)

- Dammit, that's my car.

Hey!

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, that's my car.

Get away, what are you...

(screams)

- Come here.

You get skinny butt over here!

(gunshots)

Let's book!

- Anton Scalese is this year's olive oil poster boy.

The two blown cases in NYC

gave him six months of press coverage.

I've got a Nielsen sheet in there somewhere.

This shark actually has a TV queue.

He's between Richard Widmark and Sally Struthers.

You can find his picture in this press kit.

He's investing in a lot of legitimate stuff.

He has an umbrella corporation called

Hartford Hanover Investment Corporation HHI,

known an investment circles as high C.

They are conservative and picking up steam.

But on the crime front, Scalese is getting squeezed.

Colombians are dealing the cocaine

while the Chinese are muscling most of the heroin traffic,

leaving Anton with off track and some vice action.

Pornography and the edges of the cocaine and heroin traffic.

I think that behind this handsome blue-eyed face

is a desperate man

and desperate men make mistakes.

I'd like to work him.

- Well, whatever.

I'm the guy that's gonna have to sell this to the RD so...

Well, Michael hasn't said anything.

What do you think, Santana?

Can you handle this?

- I'm sorry. What?

- He's so interested, he's not even paying attention.

- No, no, I'm just...

For the last I've been feeling really strange, I don't know.

I just feel like a shadow walked over my grave or something.

Weird.

- Santana, your brother-in-law is on the phone.

He says it's important.

- Nurse.

I'm Connie Burns' uncle.

How is she?

- They're just taking her to a room, I don't know.

- Where's her mother?

- Well they gave her something.

She started screaming.

She's in there, she's under a sedative.

- Michael?

Is she okay?

Is she okay?

Is she going to be okay?

- Just close your eyes.

They're doing everything they can.

- [Consuelo] I always knew it wasn't true, Uncle Mike.

Even when it was on the news

and all those important people were saying it,

I always knew it wasn't true.

You took me to find my first dog.

I know how much you care.

I've always looked up to you.

- Okay, okay, keep it out of there.

Damn it, I can't see if you drop the flap, peel it back.

Hold it there.

- Your mother won't talk to me.

She doesn't believe in me anymore.

You're the only one who's never left me.

- My mother wants memories without pain.

It almost never works that way but

it's her way of protecting us.

- More oxygen, I need more oxygen.

- [Consuelo] Don't ever go away, Uncle Mike,

'cause I miss you too much.

- How could I ever leave you, huh?

Just don't ever leave me.

Promise me you'll never leave me.

- I promise.

(machine beeping)

- Okay, let's defibrillate.

Clear.

Again. Clear.

Mr. Burns.

- No.

Her father is on a plane on his way here, I'm her uncle.

How is she?

- Well, we lost her for about four minutes

but we got her heart going again

and we did the best we could.

I removed a couple of bullet fragments

from the basal ganglia the left hemisphere,

that's about here.

Now that shouldn't,

shouldn't affect her learning or her speech

but it might impair her sight.

The bigger problem is brain trauma to the cerebral cortex

which could cause swelling and perhaps

paralysis down on the left side of her body.

We'll know more when she starts to come around.

- When will that be?

- Well, it could be hours, could be months.

- Or never?

- [Dr. Klein] Right now it's in the hands of the Lord.

- Media machines planting the flag for the 6 o'clock news.

Look at that Mayor Flanagan making promises he can't keep.

Well you know what we're seeing here

is the Mossy Flanagan mobile news show.

- I promise you,

I'll find out who killed Arturo Diaz

and put this beautiful little girl in the hospital.

We will correct the surge of violence in our schools

and that is my pledge for my next four years in office.

- God bless Art Diaz.

Let's get somebody down there

who can kick ass and take names.

- Well the applications for this position

have not been spirited.

As a matter of fact since Arturo got murdered

we've had two resignations.

Jesse, I know you're getting started

in your literary magazine, but I have to ask.

When you were principal

that school was seventh in the state.

40% of the senior class went on to college.

- When I was principal it wasn't a ghetto school.

We had kids from all races there.

We worked and played together, learning from each other.

Things are different now.

Since the mayor gerrymandered the district,

we don't have cheerleaders at RFK, we have strawberries.

There's no band.

All of the instruments have been stolen and hocked.

There are more beepers going off in those classrooms

than in the doctors lounge at County General.

RFK is not a place to learn math and English

is a place to do business.

It's not a school, it's a turf.

- Then you won't take the job?

Even on a temporary basis.

- Oh, I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know.

It depends on all of you.

- How?

What can we do?

- You can stand behind me.

If I agree to go down there, I'm gonna need help.

If I ask for something, I'll want it.

Cops in the parking lots, metal detectors, computers,

band equipment--

- How about Arnold Schwarzenegger?

- Him too.

- They cause me a pile of dead presidents.

You lose my beepers, you're gonna get a trip to the home.

You two!

What I gotta do?

Give you IQ tests?

You gotta kill the person want to take his ride.

Maybe I got to start giving everybody IQ tests.

My business is business and Tommy "Bus" Baker,

he know how to TCB.

Dig it?

Now since Devon lost his,

we're going to give this to Angel.

You ain't no watching no more.

Now you're a dealer.

These old G's gonna watch for you.

You've got the grass,

you make the cash.

It's that simple.

Where's the ride?

You two invalent ain't still driving it around I hope.

- We torched and ditched it a couple miles south of here.

- From now on, we get meaner and cleaner.

Say hallelujah and book out of here.

- Boy sometimes if weren't for dumb luck,

we wouldn't have any luck at all.

- I'm sorry, Michael, I don't know what to say.

- I need to take some time off, Hill.

I need time to get it together.

- Time to get it together?

- Yeah.

I want to stay at the hospital, keep an eye on Connie.

- That's why you called the lifeguard

to ask him to ride the police band.

That's why you took the RFK yearbook

out of your nieces room,

ask him to run every name through the computer

with a red flag up for drug and auto theft priors and OG's.

- OG's?

- Old gangbangers.

Now this doesn't sound much like a guy taking time off

to get it together, do it?

You got to back off of this.

Now I know what you're feeling, you love her.

But the chances you screwing up

because you're emotionally involved,

there off the probability chart.

You've got to sit this one out, you gotta.

- Oh yeah?

I saw you sitting out the Terranova disappearance.

You're a magnificent example of self-restraint and control.

- What?

Hey, I saw that coming.

It doesn't make him right.

Well me either.

- Someone's got to stay close to him, Frank.

(speaking in foreign language)

- What's the matter with you?

(pager beeping)

- [Man] Who is this guy, huh?

- Don't leave me, honey.

Please don't leave me.

I'm gonna get whoever did this,

but you gotta promise not to leave me.

You're a friend of hers?

- Yeah, from high school, since the first grade.

- Can I have your attention please?

Can I have your attention please?

(fires gun)

Now sit down before I come out there

and knock somebody down.

I call this assembly to order.

My name is Jesse Hains.

I went to school here.

I played football and basketball here, I taught here.

And six years ago I was the principal here.

And it has become my misfortune

to become your principal again.

I am not a nice guy.

I have no room in my heart for drug dealers.

So if you are a drug dealer, get the hell out of my school.

There will be no second warning.

Students from RFK are allowed pencils, rulers,

pens and protractors, pencil boxes and computers,

that will be all of the additional armament allowed.

From this morning on, there will be no beepers,

no switchblades, zaps or firearms allowed in this school

or on this campus.

On this campus you have no constitutional rights.

That means that you are subjected to personal searches.

Refusal to allow a search will result in suspension.

Sounds like fun?

No.

On the subject of dress and hygiene.

As I look out over this room

I get the feeling that I'm talking to extras

in a Madonna video.

As of tomorrow we will have a new dress code.

Everybody will be clean with washed hair.

And that's probably enough bad news for one day.

In the good news department,

we're getting new instruments.

We're having a practice for the band tomorrow afternoon.

Also anybody interested in athletics or science or drama

or any other activities after school,

we will meet here at 3:30 this afternoon.

Any questions?

- Yeah.

How long you figure you're gonna live?

- I'm planning to live past 80.

Let me ask you a question.

- Knock yourself out.

- Are you armed?

- Nah.

- Stand up, please.

- What are you doing, man?

- If you're carrying a gun, give it to me.

- You touch me and you're dead, sucker.

- This thing better shoot water

or you're on your way home, mister.

- You show up again I'm turning you over the police,

you've got it?

- You're dead.

- Hey, that could happen to anyone, even you.

- Great, just great.

But pulling that gun on a student,

you probably won't last long.

- Oh, it's just school equipment.

It's not a gun from coach Logan's office.

Since Mr. Loffler resigned,

I'm going to be teaching this class.

Now the one thing all of these Greek heroes shared

was the concept of hubris.

That was the wanton insolence or arrogance

resulting in excess pride or passion.

Now there are some of you in this school

who have a little bit of hubris.

Like the guy I threw out of assembly this morning.

Well, how about Reggie Jackson or Jimmy Connors?

It doesn't have to be bad.

Sometimes believing in yourself,

having a little bit of pride and self confidence

can be a good thing.

But sometimes it can destroy you like it did King Rex.

Thebes was a place in Greece.

It could be a lot like New Jersey here today.

And Oedipus Rex was kind of like

the guy who ran things, a gang guy,

but he's got his problems.

People are getting sick in the neighborhood,

real sick and dying.

Like if there was maybe some kind of

bad water in the reservoir.

- Or like bad heroin on the streets

that ain't been stepped on.

- Right.

(pager beeping)

Probably your mom calling you home early for dinner.

- Yeah, probably.

- Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Wait here.

(phone rings)

- Okay, little pup.

Pick up the ounces in number 33.

Get them to over 27.

- I don't know who you are,

but I'm gonna give you a warning.

Keep your drug pushers out of my school

or I'm gonna find out who you are

and come after you personally.

(slams phone)

- Who is that?

(screaming indistinctly)

- Can I help you?

- I don't think so.

- Let me, I insist.

- Insist all you want.

I don't want, I don't want any help.

- I call the cops.

- I'm Michael Santana, I'm Connie Burns' uncle.

- Michael Santana.

You're in the drug business.

- What?

My picture in the post office already?

- I got it from the police report on your nieces assault.

It was mentioned in there

that she was the niece of Michael Santana,

a man who has Latin drug connections.

I got a problem with drug dealers.

So why don't you get going while you can still walk.

- I love my niece.

- Yeah, you loved your niece

but you're willing to sell that poison to mine.

Get out of here.

I got deals going down in the toilet.

I got a fresh murder in the quad

and I got these things going off in my classroom.

And now I got to you in the parking lot,

I'm losing my patience.

So why don't you get out of here

before I put my fist upside your head.

- Hey, I'm not looking to fight with you.

I'm just trying to find out who shot my niece.

I figured there was a drug dealer as your witnessed.

And these cars don't belong to movie stars.

- Goodbye, Mr. Santana.

And if I see you again, I'm gonna have you arrested.

- You know if you'd have been here before

maybe none of this would have happened.

Good luck.

(pager beeping)

(buzz)

- [Bill] Long's Bookstore, this is Bill speaking.

- ID and code 8705.

- How are you doing, Michael?

I'm sorry about your niece.

How is she?

- Still alive, still unconscious.

- I'm still on his highschool yearbook,

but I got to pick my spots to run it, it's 500 names.

- Yeah, well I got another thing, Uncle Bill.

I need this right away.

- All right, shoot.

- I got a beeper made by Lit Back Industries.

Serial number 23488790.

I need to know who owns this puppy.

- [Bill] All right, where are you?

- My current office is a payphone.

Phone number 555-6774.

- Stay put.

I'll be back to you in 10.

- I'll call the police.

- I'm, I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?

- Now you do.

Come on, let's go.

- What?

Where?

Are you kidnapping me?

What is this?

- See this?

This beeper is supplied by you.

It's being used to push drugs in the local high school.

- Come on, I'm no drug dealer.

I supply communications equipments,

beepers, cellular phones, I rent that stuff.

I don't know what happens to it

or how it's used after I rent it.

- So a guy walks in here who can't speak English,

dripping gold, with a personality of a wooden chair,

he wants to rent 50, 100 beepers,

what do you think he is?

The administrator of a hospital?

- Look, what they do with the stuff it's not of my doing.

- Oh, no?

Come here, I'm going to show you something.

Come on.

- Are you kidnapping me?

- I'm asking you,

I'm begging you for 20 minutes of your time.

At least you should be aware the machine you're feeding.

Come on.

- I have to go to sales...

- This is more important.

- [Man] Who is she?

- Her name is Consuelo.

She was a straight-A student.

She loved her life.

She could laugh, she could tell jokes.

She wanted to be a doctor.

They dug one ounce of lead

out of the soft gray matter in her brain.

She may never wake up.

If she does, she may be blind or paralyzed,

but you don't have anything to do with this.

You just rent those little beepers

to guys who do with them what they want.

You're okay...

You got kids?

- Yeah.

- These yours?

They're healthy?

Good.

She may never wake up.

- I'm sorry.

She's yours, wasn't she?

- Do something.

Help me.

- His name is Tommy Baker, they call him Bus.

I'm sorry.

I can see how much you love her.

- Life's a bitch.

- In the wake of Tuesday's shootings

Robert F. Kennedy High School

has undergone a massive transition

with equipment and procedures

reminiscent of Middle Eastern airport security.

New principal Jesse Hains has instituted

what can only be described as martial law at RFK.

- You get out of here.

And I don't want to see your face around here anymore.

- This thing is made to order.

He's the BOE's choice, but we're claiming him.

This guy is like something out of a

Crime Busters comic book.

You got his stats there?

He was principal before for six years.

Real hands-on administrator,

that's why you picked him.

- Right, a war heroes, Silver Star--

- Bronze Star, two clusters, just keep it short.

You got those 30-second sound bites

I gave you the ones Mary wrote?

- This is the first step in a march for better education.

- I like that Shakespearean quote you found.

Do try to slip that in.

Sandy Wong is doing it for WDOL.

Now she beats you up, go over that Melissa Anderson story,

so she might turn nasty--

- That rice propelled bitch.

She broke this story, if it hadn't been for her--

- Mossy, just stay calm.

- This is Sandy Wong in front of RFK High School.

- This is exactly what I've been looking for, Jesse.

(laughs)

- Okay Rod, we're hot.

Just some B-roll and tell Mark to roll the sound.

- I told Chief Lanier

that I had to have these metal detectors here immediately.

I'm glad they got here so soon.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Listen Jesse, you don't mind doing

a little stand-up with me here, do you?

- Well I...

Sure.

- All right, are you guys ready?

You rolling?

- Yeah, rolling.

- Okay.

I said I was gonna get tough and I meant it.

We have drug lords in our city,

I suppose that's inevitable.

But do we need to tolerate it in our schools

and I say, "Not in my schools."

And to that end I've appointed Jesse Hains

to be the new principal at RFK.

Now when Jesse was principal here

before this school was one of the best in the state.

He's a war hero.

Bronze Star, two oak leaf clusters.

I want to reintroduce you to the man I've chosen

to take this first step in a march to better education

in our inner-city school.

- Thank you.

Pride and self-worth should be every child's privilege

and we have the absolute responsibility

of protecting and nurturing it.

But you can't teach English and history in a battle zone.

The mayor has allowed me to have this post

but I want to tell you something,

he helped create the problem I'm trying to solve.

When I was principal here

this wasn't classified as a inner-city school.

But Mayor Flanagan redrew the City School District on a map.

This district looks like a six legged octopus,

tentacles reaching out into every

low income and poverty area in the city.

But we have now more children from broken homes,

more poverty and starvation cases,

higher levels of disease and violence,

all of it cleverly grouped into this one school

to feed on itself and to fester and multiply.

Robert F. Kennedy High School is a disaster

in public education.

I doubt if I will be improving this disaster.

I'm sad to say, I'll probably just be hosting it.

- Tell Allan I want to deep background check everything.

War record, BOE time, anything's written,

lit mags, the works.

Sports, college, this needs to be bulletproof.

- This school is a disgrace.

Light on the educational landscape,

in a modern industrialized country

where we can put a billion dollar telescope in a space,

we can't teach these children to read.

I used to teach literature, the Greek tragedies.

Teiresias said,

"You are the slayer of the man who slayer you seek.

At RFK we have become the slayer of the soul

whose soul we seek.

Unless we start saving some souls down here

this tragedy may very well be the end of us all.

Not bad, huh?

Knock that slimy Flanagan right off the screen.

I set him up.

I knew when I made that anonymous call to his office

he would blunder in like a water buffalo he is.

- Talk about hubris.

Calm down, baby.

- All you can do, hon, is take them on one at a time.

- Keep the machine from marching in my parade.

He's got his hands full.

Gets his secretary pregnant, she accuses him of doing drugs.

And he's down there in front of my school

preaching like some kind of a Baptist.

- Just be careful.

- What's the story?

- I want to talk to Bus Baker.

Tell him it's Michael Santana.

Get somebody to read it to you.

It says I'm trouble.

- So?

- Greetings from Colombia,

land of overnight success and instant death.

- Yeah, sure.

It's a dying mine.

This ain't the way the Chile chose do business.

- I'm looking for some information.

A little girl that was shot at RFK was my niece.

I need a name.

You should cut your losses right now

and set me the trigger.

That way you can keep cruising along.

If not, I'm gonna bring some Mid-American trouble

right into your office building.

- I don't know who shot the principal or the kid.

I like kids.

- Yeah.

This was a good deal I was offering you.

You've got a short-sighted business mind.

Too bad.

I'll see you around.

- Don't make it too often, greaseball.

Call Scalese.

Tell him to run a check on Santana.

I don't like the feel of this guy.

He's too relaxed.

(melodious instrumental music)

(car horn honking)

(gunshots)

- You saved my life.

- Yeah.

- Move!

Come on!

- Hey man, you diss me, we're gonna cap you!

- Dora, Dora, call the cops!

- No, no, cops, not yet.

You got a closet we can keep them in?

- Down there.

- All right, come on, you and you.

Move! Move!

Come with me!

No, not you, stay here.

Now you guys get in that closet and

shut that door!

(slams door)

- Who the hell are you?

What is going on?

- Those two tried to gun down your husband.

- Who are they?

- They're from RFK.

At least they were until threw them up.

They're drug dealers.

- Keep an eye on that door please.

If that opens, let me know and get out of the way.

All right, chance of a lifetime coming up here.

You can flip over on these two.

Tell us what you know or you can take the ride with them.

Attempted murder of Jesse Hains, your principal.

You get convicted, you end up under the pile

in the trick bunk at youth authority.

- Them guys are my homies.

Don't try mad dogging me 'cause I ain't serving or selling.

Those guys are G's, man.

They'll kill me.

- Come out, boys.

Make it quick, 'cause one chances is all you're gonna get!

- You're Angel Rojas, aren't you?

I looked up your record when I took the beeper off of you.

You used to be a real good student.

A year ago you stopped studying.

- I ain't gonna be flapping off to you, man.

- Your brother was Hector Rojas.

I coached him in basketball 10 years ago.

I remember this little kid

coming to the game with his grandmother.

That was you, right?

His brother had moves you wouldn't believe.

And then he started hitting the pipe,

got jumped into a gang, got a gang name stray dog.

Came out get down robber.

Pulling stickups at supermarkets.

Started shooting 40-40s

and died from an overdose two years ago.

You've got a chance here, son.

These are the same guys that ended your brother's life.

It's all a part of the same thing.

- It ain't gonna happen, man.

- If we don't stand up now, they're gonna get us all.

You and me and him.

- You were at the hospital, that's where I saw you.

You were Connie's friend.

These two guys,

they're part of the same system that put her there

in that hospital room

with the tubes coming out her head,

machine pumping her blood.

You were her friend and you won't help her.

(mellow instrumental music)

- My brother died,

she came every day and sat beside me in the playground

and held my hand.

She said that Hector was watching me and that he loved me.

She said that nobody ever dies they just changed houses.

They just look at you through different windows.

I tried to tell her get away.

I tried to be a friend but they had to shoot her

because she saw them taking Mr. Diaz's car.

She saw them kill him.

They shot her.

I couldn't move.

I didn't do anything, I just stood there.

I want to go and hold her hand.

Grabbed me and they pushed me in the car.

- You can help her now, Angel.

You can help her and me.

And you can take that 50 foot jump shot

and make your brother proud.

How about it?

- This kid is scared witless,

but he wants to do the right thing.

He can give us Bus Baker.

He was a sub distributor.

According to our witness he's supplying crack

in six upstate New Jersey counties,

as well as in parts of Orange

and Rockland County in New York.

Two states, that makes it federal.

- It's pretty low level federal prosecution.

- I need to put this kid in the Federal Witness Program.

He lives alone with his grandmother, she'll move.

I can't leave this to the local blues

because Flanagan shot the department with corruption.

There's more brown bags here than safeway.

- I think you brought those two gangbangers in here

because they're the ones that shot your niece.

Now you know that this kid is gonna give him up.

So you're trying to set it up for him

so he can turn state's evidence to survive.

Otherwise you don't have the heart

to take a chance with the kid's life.

- Geez Michael, if that's it, why didn't you say so?

- I didn't want to ask you to bend the rules.

- Am I such an iron maiden you can't ask me for a favor?

- Maybe I just think I've asked you many times.

But I need this.

- All right.

I'll file on the two state narcotics

peddling charges right now.

We'll footnote the murder of Diaz,

as well as the attempted murders of Connie and Jesse.

I'll tie it all together if I can

and we'll bring it up in federal court.

- I get the kid in to Witness Protection Program.

- Wait.

Thanks.

I owe you guys.

- Well there's a fresh piece of info.

- Mr. Hains.

- Yes.

- Sy Brenner.

PCI.

That's Political Consultants Inc.

I represent people here in the state

who have become interested in your possible candidacy

for the mayoral race against Mossy Flanagan.

(laughs)

- You've got to be kidding.

- This is a result of a telephone pole

my firm conducted here in the city over the last two days.

You can see,

you have a high name identification

and an extremely high plausibility quotient.

Your positive negative queue is through the roof.

Obviously it's result of all the press

you've gotten around here

with the stuff you've done in the school,

but it's something we can build on.

- Look, Mr. Brenner, I'm an educator not a politician,

I think you've got the wrong man.

- I heard what you said

about the gerrymandering of the school district.

A quote from Sophocles about

killing souls who kill ourselves.

I know this is sort of out of the blue

but I can put money and influence behind you.

Democratic party machine locally is lined up.

They want you.

If you become mayor,

you can pretty much fix what else system, Mr. Hains.

It's all there.

They like you.

They trust you.

You could pull this off.

Give me a call.

- I know I make mistakes

and sometimes I do things for the wrong reasons,

but this is a little girl, she's one of your best ones.

You gotta give her back to me, please.

I can learn to be better from her.

(machine beeping)

- [Woman] The little girl in 301

is regaining consciousness.

- Welcome back, honey.

- Where am I?

- You're in the hospital but you're gonna be okay.

- Where's my mama?

Where's my daddy, where's my Uncle Michael?

- It's gonna be okay.

They got the guy that shot you.

And even though you were unconscious

you were the one who helped get the drug dealers

out of your school.

- You know Uncle Mike,

you always made things sound so simple.

- Well sometimes they are.

- They never are.

When I was unconscious I had this dream.

It was strange because it was so real.

It's with me now as if I'd really lived it.

- What was it about?

- You and I, we were walking down this road

but there were no edges on it like,

like if you walked off this road you'd fall into space

so we had to be careful.

And we were holding hands and then we stopped

and you looked at me and you said,

"All that's good and all that's bad lies on this road

"and our salvation is how we walk along it."

- I said that?

That's pretty heavy.

I didn't know I was such a good philosopher.

- Not good, Uncle Mike,

the best.

- I gotta talk to you.

- Come on, let's go.

I'll buy you a hotdog.

That's good.

- What, the hot dog or me running for mayor?

- Both.

- Who the hell are you really?

- I'm Michael Santana.

- I think there are some very dangerous people in politics.

You know a little about politics.

You helped political office.

- What's the pay?

(chuckles)

- You're not gonna make it easy, are you?

I need your help, Mike.

It's way over my head but I want to go for it.

I haven't known you long.

I won't judge you, not anymore.

Help me to run for office.

Help me to win.

Help me to change things.

- All that's good and all that's bad lies on this road

and our salvation is how we walk it.

- Who said that?

- I did in a little girls dream.

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