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Fight!

This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!

This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!

Whoo-ee!

Yo, Mac. Mac. Mac.

- What? - Hey, man, you wanna do a lap?

Does it look like I need to do a lap?

- Just go. - Man, this party's wack.

- Who is this guy? - This is my little brother Skinny.

None other than.

- So, uh, how you doin'? - Hey, man, what you doin'?

- Why don't I come back a little later? - What? No, no...

You must have the recessive genes in the family.

Recessive what? Girls here is just stuck up, that's all.

- Is that what it is, Skinny? - Let's bounce. Where's Tyler?

Where you think he at?

Yeah! Whoo!

- What you doin' with my girl? - PJ, we're dancin'.

- Shut up, you bitch. - I didn't see your name on her, man.

Hey, come on, PJ!

- Yeah, check him out! - White boy's whoopin' on PJ!

Get off him!

- Better rethink your strategy. - A'ight, man, you got it.

Come on, Tyler, let's go. Skinny, let's go.

Tyler, let's go, man. Skinny, come on, man.

- Get off me! - Go, man.

Why you pushin' me so much?

- Tyler, move! - Stop pushin'.

You just wanna be Rocky.

- I started nothin'. - You always finishin' it.

- Wanna pull guns? I'll show you mine. - Shut up, man.

Do you feel like because you a white boy, you got to overcompensate sometimes?

Wow! Wow!

- You got me all figured out, Montel. - I may be Montel, but you Jerry Springer.

Yo, yo, check this out.

- You Montel, you Jerry Springer and I'm... - Jenny Jones.

Nah. Nah, nah. Nah, man.

- He's like Ellen. - Except Ellen get more chicks.

Aah-ha-ha!

Hey, shut up.

I can't believe you fought PJ, man. Hold up. That's PJ.

Man...

- What is he doin'? - Skinny, what are you...

What the hell you think you doin'? Am I the only one not tryin' to get us killed?

I ain't afraid of him.

You waited till the car got around the corner before you threw something.

- That's real brave. - I ain't afraid of nobody.

I ain't afraid of you and I'm definitely not afraid of you.

- I'll throw something at you. - That's how you miss.

Stand still, then.

- Where was it? - There.

Oh...

Hey, yo, come on, man! I know this place.

It's that school.

- This don't look like no school. - It is a school. I'll show you.

Skinny!

- He's your brother. You go get him. - Come on.

- I ain't goin' in there. - Come on.

Damn!

Watch yourself. Come on, man.

Shh, shh, shh.

- This looks like a museum. - It's not a museum.

Ty, man, quit playin', man.

Look. Skinny's right. This is a school.

- Arts school. - I told you.

- Who goes here, then? - Look like some stuck-up rich folks.

Look at these dudes.

All sweet with the shirts all tight like they spray-painted 'em on.

Yeah.

It do show off their muscles pretty nice, though.

- No, I'm just... - No, no. Don't touch me.

- Mac. I'm just... - Don't touch me.

I'm just sayin' they in good shape is all.

- We need to get you a girl fast. - I got girls. I just don't show 'em to ya.

- Why? - Y'all are gonna try and take 'em.

- What you talkin' about? - Check this out!

- Look at this place. - We got nothin' like this in our school.

That's 'cause our school's broke. Hey, yo, wait up.

These rich kids get everything.

What is this, man? Seems like a playground to me.

Look at this stuff.

Let's bounce, man.

- Skinny, what are you...? - It was a accident.

Skinny, don't worry. These rich kids can afford this. Look. Ha!

Look, look.

- Hey, heads up! - Whoa!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

I challenge you.

I win!

- It's a rumble. - Aah!

Oof!

That ain't funny, man.

Look out! Whoa!

Hey, yo, yo, watch out!

Ha-ha!

- Having fun? - Get off me!

Party's over. You're comin' with me.

- I didn't do nothin', man. Get off... - Go, go, go, man.

Yo, Ty!

Man, just go. Go!

- Very noble. - Shut up, rent-a-cop!

Breaking and entering, vandalism of the Maryland School of the Arts.

- You a student there? - No.

You've been in this courtroom several times. Where are your foster parents?

- Can you answer me with a sentence? - My foster mom's trying to get off work.

OK, Mr. Gage, look.

This is the way we play the game here. You break it, you buy it.

200 hours of community service to be performed at the scene of the offense -

the Maryland School of the Arts.

Whatever.

I got here as fast as I could.

We're back.

- What'd he get? - 200 hours community service.

Won't make it. He's never stayed with anything.

Why do you care? You get your check every month.

- Kids, wash up. - What did you say?

Wait, slow down. You're makin' Bill dizzy and he's not even drunk yet.

Guys, come on. Let's just have a nice dinner before I have to go back to work.

I'm not hungry.

Hey, shut up! I'm trying to watch this!

Are you going to prison?

How many times do I have to tell you to knock?

That's where my dad is, at the supermax. He liked it better at Jessup.

No, Camille, I'm not goin' to prison.

But they are gonna have to take me to prison if you don't start knocking.

Get outta here.

Excuse me.

I need that new arrangement.

I see. We were hoping to link the fund-raiser to the fall showcase. Mm-hm.

So we absolutely can't do it on a Friday?

I'm Tyler Gage. I'm here to...

Come in, Mr. Gage. Take a seat.

We'll just have to move the event till March and hope the Pratts come through.

Thanks, Denise.

Well, I see that you're overwhelmed with remorse.

You have no idea of the consequences of your actions, do you?

Yeah. 200 hours.

Actually, there's a little more to it.

Most of our students are here on scholarship.

The cost of repairing the damage that you did

is roughly the equivalent of one student's tuition.

Do you understand what that means?

You just cost someone their future.

Sorry.

Look, I'm just here to do my hours.

It says here that your school day finishes at two.

Per the court's order, you're to report here and stay until 5:30.

Now, if you'll follow me, Mr. Gage,

I have someone who is very eager to meet you.

- Mr. McCaffrey. - Director Gordon.

This is Tyler Gage, your new intern.

I'd like a daily report on his activities.

Great. Here you go.

And stop and bring it around front

and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And a-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, go!

One, two, three, four and five, six, seven. And up!

And now up!

Um, hello. Who is that?

Come on, he is fine.

Don't you have a boyfriend?

Yes, and my boyfriend would appreciate my good taste. Thank you.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And a-one, two and three and four.

Good, Nora. Six, seven.

And a-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And a-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

And one, two, three, four...

- Hey. - Hey.

And a-one, two, three, four and five, six, seven.

And a-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Good class, you guys. Good job.

- So I'll see you at rehearsal, OK, Andrew? - You got it.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

- Walk you to your next class? - I just gotta stop by my locker.

- All right. - How are you?

- Good. How was class? - It was good.

Guys, is that our new janitor?

He's not a janitor. That's the guy who trashed the theater.