The Life of Peter Gottlieb

Okay, come on, Marie. This is it.

We're going to push one final time, okay?

- We're going to count to ten. - I love you so much.

- Ready, Marie? - Push, push.

- One, two-- push, Marie!

- Three. - Push!

- Peter. - Four.

-I'm so sorry. -She's almost here.

It's okay. It's okay. - Six. Push, Marie.

-For someone else. -What?

- Eight. Nine. - It's not yours.

Ten!

Marie? Marie?

Marie, wake up. Wake up.

Hey. Hey! Oh, Marie. Marie. Marie.

Marie!

So, even though the US doesn't depend on agriculture

to stimulate its economic development

like it did in its inception,

like denim or tobacco,

uh, corn is still the number one product,

like, uh, tomatoes, for example.

Can anybody tell me where tomatoes come from?

Yeah? This fucking guy.

- Italy. - Nope. Wrong. You're wrong.

No. Why would you say that?

Because of pasta.

Because of pasta?

No!

No. No, no, no!

Tomatoes come from the Andes

And then those greasy-ass wops, they got their hands on it,

and then they mixed it with some of the rice

that they stole from those cunts in the east,

and then that's how you get spaghetti and meatballs.

Just...

Just get out.

Mr. Gottlieb?

-Yes? -Cunt is a derogatory term.

Hmm?

Cunt. That's a derogatory term for a woman's vagina.

Yes, in fact, it is.

-Well, then, why did you say it? -I don't know.

That's not right.

-Okay, look, Samantha. -Sabrina.

-What? -My name is Sabrina.

Whatever, okay? It doesn't matter.

Literally doesn't.

Whether you guys pass this shitty class or learn anything,

I don't give a shit.

And, quite frankly, you shouldn't, either. And that's it.

So if I want to call a cunt a cunt,

or a goddamn guinea wop,

a goddamn guinea wop, then, I will.

Because eventually, you will fall in love,

and you try to have a couple kids,

but then that plan just blows right up in your fucking face,

and here we are, talking about absolutely nothing

I can give two fucks about.

What is a wop?

Jesus.

-Mr. Gottlieb. -Christ!

-Samantha. -Sabrina.

Whatever. God!

-How long have you been there? -I don't know.

What the fuck are you still doing here?

What the fuck are you still doing here?

Sabrina, why are you at school?

Waiting on my ride.

Well, can you wait somewhere else?

Seriously? Why are you such an asshole?

I'm not.

Yeah, well, he probably forgot.

Who probably forgot?

Could you stop asking so many questions, and just give me a ride home?

What?

- What are you doing? - Just let me in!

What the--

God damn it!

What do you think you're doing?

Well, I don't have a ride, and you're the only one here, so...

So, what? Can you not call your ride?

I tried. He isn't answering.

So, call him again.

You said "cunt," you owe me one.

Whoa, wait a minute. Okay?

I'm with my dad this semester, but...

he just...

He just what?

-What's going on? -I don't know.

He said he'd pick me up. He doesn't show up.

I try calling, he doesn't answer, so...

here I am.

Can you just drive me home?

-Uh, Sabrina-- -Please?

Put your goddamn seatbelt on.

Unreal.

Ohh! Thank fuck!

-Thank you. -Yeah, yeah.

You ever feel like you just don't want to go home?

Actually, yes.

You wanna get out of here?

Oh, my God.

See, you gotta break it up before you...

Mm! Mm.

So, where's your mother live?

She's about an hour upstate,

but she's on vacation with her sisters this weekend, in Maine.

- Mm-hmm. -They've been planning this trip for, like, months,

so I don't wanna... you know.

Well, I would drive you to your mother's place.

What? That's weird.

How is that weird?

-Where do you live? -What?

See? It's weird, right?

Okay. All right, fair.

But... I mean,

You do have friends, though, don't you?

I mean, I see you in the hallways

with your... friends, whatnot.

Ew! You sound so creepy.

I'm looking for options for you.

Well, don't do it like such a creep.

Oh, shit.

Gene Neill.

Gene Neill. Starlight Express. You know?

I think my mom has some of their records.

Uh, Horizon something?

Beyond the Horizon. Yes!

That is his best-- ha! Record.

-Mmm. -We used to come here a lot.

Yeah, my parents split up, too.

Oh yeah?

One day I'm shooting hoops with my old man.

The next day, he goes out for a pack of cigarettes.

I haven't seen him in 30 years.

I didn't even know he smoked.

What?

You have ice cream on your face.

What?

You have ice cream all over your face.

-Did I get it? -Other-- okay, you know what?

I shouldn't have said cunt.

Good night, Mr. Gottlieb.

Please, call me Peter.

Have a good night.

Fuckin' idiot.

I swear to fucking God, if you don't fuckin' start,

I'm gonna fucking kill myself.

Fuck.

Thank you.

- You're late. - Ah! Fuck.

-It's 8:35. -Racial slurs.

Racial slurs, Ms. Fendleman?

Dean Fendleman. Do not interrupt me.

I received a number of calls.

Complaints, concerns from students,

about your excessive use of profanity in the classroom.

Mr. Gottlieb, do you recall?

Um, no. Uh, quite frankly, I--

We were having a discussion.

Don't dance around the question, Mr. Gottlieb.

Did you use inappropriate vocabulary in your lectures

this week With my students?

I mean, some things were said.

Oh.

Did you say cunt?

-Dago? -Never said that.

-Guinea? -No.

-Wop? Cunt? -You said cunt twice.

This is not funny, Mr. Gottlieb.

Do you realize how serious these accusations are?

Yeah, look, look, honestly, yes, I do.

I understand. I just--

I guess I wasn't thinking. Uh, you know?

It's just, really, it's kind of a weird time.

I don't want to have this conversation with you again.

I don't like you.

I didn't even want to hire you,

because of your, well, background.

-Wait, what? -Please leave.

That will be all, Mr. Gottlieb.

Just go.

Okay.

Hey, hello.

Hey, Mr. Gottlieb.

What, uh, what are you...

-Are you goin' in there? -Yep.

Uh-oh, got called down to the office, eh?

Dean Fendleman wanted to see me before I left.

-Left? -I'm leaving.

Leaving where? Leaving school?

-Yeah. -You're gonna drop out?

Look, I'm late.

Reno, Murphy, my office.

- Hey, I can smoke in here, right? - -You want to play games?

All right, let's play fucking games.

-Lieu, listen. -No, you listen, and listen good.

We got two missing girls.

Two fucking missing girls,