The Night Before

Where am I?

Oh.

Home.

Home.

Bed's kind of hard.

Oh, what a night.

Time to wake up.

No.

Come on, Winston.

Winston, get up, sleepyhead.

Just a few more minutes, Mom.

Okay?

What?

Hey, kid, I hope you put it in a safe place.

- The money. - What?

Money.

Do I know you?

Oh, very funny.

You're a great comedian.

Now, don't tell me, you can't remember.

Remember?

Remember.

I can't remember anything.

Listen, kid...

Do yourself a favor.

Get lost.

Just don't hang around, you sabe?

Excuse me...

do you know where we are?

Well, the way I look at it, it's not where you are,

but where you're going.

Catchy?

Yeah, I'm too smart.

I should be in another business.

A stockbroker, yeah, a stockbroker.

I could buy this building here.

Do a little paint job...

Maybe even become a distributor.

I could do wonders.

Berlin.

Hold it!

Sir!

I'm not from around here.

Okay.

Okay.

Damn bug over there.

Excuse me.

Miss?

Ma'am, excuse me, cou...

Help you?

Yeah.

A coffee.

Coffee and a doughnut, please.

Excuse me, could you tell me where this is?

I mean, where we are exactly?

It's just that I don't know where I am.

I know that sounds strange, but...

Phone company's got information.

Here we got doughnuts and coffee.

You want doughnuts and coffee, fine!

You want information, try 411.

Oh!

You want a bib, too?

No, sorry.

The coffee was hot.

Let it cool first, dear.

Quiche retains heat longer than most foods.

Damn it!

Watch your language at the table, son.

No, he's just nervous about tonight.

I am not.

It's okay to be nervous.

After all, she's the prettiest girl in school.

I'm not nervous.

Of course, you're not.

You've had dancing lessons.

Dancing?

The prom, the prom!

What did you say?

I said it's none of your business. Period.

- I mean, dig it, - Tara Mitchell,

captain of the Pep Squad.

Homecoming Princess.

Galleria Teen Model of the Month,

five months running.

And then there's you.

After three years of high school you've worked your way up

to Vice President of the Astronomy Club.

She asked me to go out to the prom with her.

I'm going.

That's all you need to know.

Look, bud, pay up.

50 for the joe, two bits for the sinker.

My wallet!

Hey, Spike!

Got a guy out here looking to tennis shoe his tab.

It's okay, Spike, no problem.

Parking?

Hi, Winston.

Hi, Lisa.

Tara's waiting for you.

Good.

- Hi. - Oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell.

I'm Winston Connelly.

I'm here to take Tara to the Junior/Senior prom.

That's your car, son?

Yes, it is.

I mean, it belongs to my dad.

Your dad?

Yeah.

He let me use his car tonight.

What, you lose the keys?

I guess I must have.

Well, hey.

I got a master key.

Really? Will it work on my dad's car?

Sure.

It works great on all kinds of cars.

That's a pretty bitching stereo in there.

- It's not that good. - Yeah?

I don't know.

Yeah, check it out.

Great, thanks a lot.

Like, how you going to start it, man?

Bingo.

This is me.

Hey, don't sweat it, man, it's cool.

- My name is Danny Boy. - Winston.

Winston?

That's pretty weird name, dude.

Oh, great!

You've saved my life.

- Really, thanks a lot! - No problem.

Hey!

Hey!

Come back!

That's my dad's car!

Hey, what's all the noise, man?

Hey, I remember you.

Yeah, you're the dude with the red Mustang, right?

Yeah.

Here's your keys, man.

You promised me five bucks if I kept my eye on it.

I did?

You got money, right?

Do you have any money, Winston?

Hi, Tara.

Don't hi me, Winston.

I asked if you have any money.

Yes, I have money.

Enough for me to get a cab home in case you get weird?

I won't get weird.

It's $17.90.

I called Yellow Cab this afternoon.

And I know we're going to have a great time.

Look, Winston, we both know what the deal is, right?

I mean, I lost the bet with Lisa,

and because I lost this bet,

I have to go to the biggest dance of the year with...

well, with someone I wouldn't normally go with.

But hey, that's just the way it goes.

I mean, now, after all,

if our team had beaten Madison High,

it would be Lisa going to the prom with you.

Well,

I...

I guess what I'm trying to say is that...

I can handle it.

Well,

that's good.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

But...

please don't make it any harder on me with chitchat

about what a swell time we're gonna have, okay?

Will you excuse us a moment, please, honey?

- Oh, of course, Daddy. - Young man.

Oh, my God.

I told her gambling would get her into trouble.

And I'm convinced that deep in her heart,

she knows how sordid it is,

betting with human lives.

Actually, sir, I'd like to look at this as a normal date.

I know you would, Winston.

That's why I'm going to tell you

the same thing that I tell, you know,

all the regular guys that she goes out with.

Since her mother died, Tara's all I got.

I'm real proud of her.

Sure, she's spoiled and...

I guess she's got me wrapped around her little finger,

but if anything happened to her,

I don't know what I'd do.

I know one thing though.

I would sure hate to be the one I did it to.

Might be a storm coming, son.

Better play it safe and have her home by midnight.

Yes, sir.

I won't be here, I have to go on duty.

- Can I trust you, Winston? - You bet.

Midnight.