All right, people, this test is called
the "Standardized City-Wide Academic Review."
Which the Chicago Board of Education,
in its infinite wisdom,
has dubbed "The SCAR."
Not to put too much pressure on you,
but this is the first exam of many
that will determine...
well, whether you win or lose at life.
I mean, not that acing it
is any guarantee, because...
well, you know, I...
I crushed this thing when I was your age.
I crushed it.
But I pretty much crushed
whatever they put in front of me:
A.C.T.s,
S.A.T.s,
G.R.E.s.
Not sure what I have to show for it.
Maybe S.Q.U.A.T.
Squat.
I mean, I still drive a beat up old car
and live in my mom's basement,
and I'm suffocating under a mountain of debt.
Sometimes, there are mornings
I wake up and I just think,
"Why are you even gonna get out of bed?"
The bed which I'm still making payments on,
by the way.
Okay...
Let's, uh, pick up our pencils.
You have one hour to complete this test...
...and begin.
You know what? I'm just gonna
stop you for one second.
Um, do you ever just kind of
stand back and look at your life
and think, "This is not where I ought to be"?
You know? Or...
just think, "Do I have the courage to change?
"Or am I gonna just keep
"doing this over and over
and over again until you die?"
You know, or you die,
or you're... you're gonna die, too.
We're all gonna die.
'Cause you'll... you guys only have fourth grade once.
I have...
I have all this
for 30 more years.
Okay.
Listen up, 'cause this might be
the best lesson I ever teach you.
Okay, don't settle!
Follow your dreams...
wherever they may take you!
Kids... can somebody please hand me my purse?
And my bag.
Molly!
Mol, what the hell are you doing?
I'm following my dream!
The school called and said you just kind of left.
Had to.
My dream's that away!
Well, okay. Get in the car
and let us take you that away. No, thanks.
Having kind of a baptism thing here.
Stop the car.
Aw...
There's a big puddle here.
Back up.
Seriously?
Well, at least you didn't get your feet wet, Princess.
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Oh, how's she doing?
She's worn out, the poor thing.
Yeah, I feel for her.
I am not paying for that door.
That's not my priority right now, Carl.
But for the record, I said, "Back up,"
not, "Hit the hydrant."
This is just so weird.
I have never seen Molly act like this.
Mom, maybe you should tell him.
Tell me what?
Nothing.
We shouldn't jump to conclusions.
Joyce, what's going on?
Ah, boy... I don't know how to say it.
Well, just say it.
There's a history of mental illness in our family.
Wow.
Nothing real bad.
Just barking, eating your own hair...
...holding an imaginary baby.
Wow.
Well, hang on, now.
Let's-let's not go to crazy so fast.
I mean, all she did
was flip out in front of a bunch of nine-year-olds,
climb out a window
and walk six miles in the rain.
Wow.
Mol?
Yeah?
You okay?
Been better.
I made you some soup.
Is it turkey noodle?
Yeah, but you gotta come out
if you're gonna eat it.
There she is.
There you go, honey.
Thanks.
Sorry about your car door.
Oh, it's all right.
It's not the first time.
So, uh...
you want to tell me what happened today?
I'm not sure. You know?
I just... started feeling
overwhelmed by everything and...
I don't know, leaving just seemed
like the right thing to do.
Through the window?
You know, anybody can leave through a door.
True.
Uh, the-the school called.
They're a little curious about your intentions.
I get that.
I'm a little curious, too.
Well...
whatever you need,
just know... I'm here for you.
Thanks for being so understanding.
Hey, you're my wife.
I love you.
Thanks.
Hang on, let me just...
There you go.
Oh, I hope that's soup I'm tasting.
I haven't had any yet.
Yeah.
Don't worry.
I've been a union rep for years.
I've gotten teachers off
for doing a whole lot worse than you did.
Really?
Oh, yeah.
Horrible, horrible things.
Keep you up at night.
And they're still teaching the little ones.
To be honest,
I-I don't have a very good excuse for what I did.
You don't need a good excuse.
You're in a union.
Showtime.
Mr. Wisney, would you like to begin?
Ladies and gentlemen of the board,
I'm not gonna waste your time
by rehashing the so-called "incident"
that may or may not have occurred with Ms. Flynn.
But what I will discuss, though,
is a woman who has been a model teacher
for ten long years.
A decade.
A third of her life.
Year after year, day after day,
for low pay
and even less respect,
this noble woman
gave up her dreams
to give the children of Chicago theirs.
I don't want to teach anymore. Shh.
No, I just... I don't want to do it. No, y-y-you...
you don't... you don't have to.
Just show up, play 'em a movie
and cash your check.
You're in a union.
Mr. Wisney?
Sorry, sir.
As I was saying, Ms. Flynn represents
all that is right with our school system.
Really?
I jumped out a window.
Sure, she's feisty and outspoken.
But do you know what else is?
America.
All right, all right.
I can't... I can't listen to any more of this.
Just park it.
Okay, the...
kids of Chicago deserve teachers
that care about them, who...
who want to be there for them.
And that...
that may have been me at one point,
but it's not me now.
I... something's changed in me,
something's broken,
or maybe something's fixed, I don't know.
But I know that I can't do this one more day.
You realize, Ms. Flynn,
if you quit you'll lose your pension,
your health care and all your benefits.
Really?
Is that true?
No. No, no, no, no. You know what?
It's benefits that suckered me into this
in the first place.
No, I am... I am out of here.
I just have to get my purse.
Just-just...
Why does your squad car have an orange door?
That's police business, none of your concern.
Fine.
How's your wife doing?
Have her marbles been located?
You told him?
We're roommates.
We share what goes on in our lives.
And he knows what happened to the car door.
Then why'd you ask?
It's a funny story.
I wanted to hear your version of it.
My wife's doin' fine.
Thanks for your concern.
In fact, that's probably her
telling me that she's back to work.
Hey, sweetie. How'd it go?
Yeah, my benefits are pretty good, why?
Here you go, big guy.
Thanks.
My heart goes out to you.
I appreciate it. Yeah.
My cousin Petey put his crazy wife in a home.
Just outside of Columbus, Ohio.
Which is ideal for your situation,
because if Molly breaks out,
she can't get to you on foot.
Nobody's crazy,
and nobody's going in a home.
Yet.
She's just working some things out.
Hey, I'm not judging.
If anything, I'm jealous.
Of what?
It's a well-known fact
that mentally unstable women
are wildcats in between the sheets.
You, my friend, will be
the grateful beneficiary of said madness.
Oh...
See you later.
Whoa, whoa, uh...
Where-where you going?
Just out for a drink. Okay, well,
hang on a second, let me put on my shoes.
Oh, no, sweetie, you stay here.
For the kind of dark, ugly drinking I'm gonna do tonight
I need the company of some hardcore booze bags.
We're ready!
Let's go before my afternoon buzz wears off.
You should limber up before she comes home.
No, you know what the real problem is...
is that I'm just so angry.
At Mike? No.
- At me? - No, why would I be angry at you?
Never mind.
No, the one I'm really mad at is me.
Why?
You're such a nice person.
No, I'm not nice.
I'm a phony
and-and a fraud.
I didn't become a teacher because it was my passion.
I did it because it was safe
and I was too scared to go after my real dream.
Oh, that just breaks my heart.
Honey, what is it you really wanted to do?
Yeah. Forget it.
- It doesn't matter now. - Don't say that.
What is your dream?
Come on. We're family. Yes.
- You can tell us anything. - No, you're just gonna laugh.
No. No.
Whatever it is, we support you 100%.
Musical theater.
Well, that's just ridiculous.
Hey, this is a surprise.
I brought you some tuna noodle casserole
from the school cafeteria.
Aw, you didn't have to do that.
You're my son. I love you.
Where's the Nutty Professor?
Ah, geez.
Does everybody at the school know?
Gossip is the fuel that heats that place.
I even saw the Deaf kids signing about it.
Well, don't worry, she's-she's doing good.
Really?
I don't speak Deaf,
but I know this means "crazy."
Come on, let's go heat this up.
The truth is, I have no idea
what's going on with Molly.
Well, I don't want to throw salt on the wound,
but if you two ever have kids,
you should know you got loony
on your dad's side, too.
For the last time, she's not loony.
She's just going through something.
Welcome to marriage.
People change.
They get old, they get grumpy,
they get ugly as a monkey's butt.
But you stay.
And you know why?
Because you promised Jesus to stick it out.
Just remember,
marriage is not for the faint of heart.
I'll never understand
why the gays want it so bad.
But who knows?
Maybe they'll fix it up
like they do a sketchy neighborhood.
♪ A boy like that who'd kill your brother ♪
♪ Forget that boy and find another ♪
♪ One of your own kind ♪
♪ Stick to your own kind. ♪
See?
It just feels good to sing.
Oh...
Well, honey, if that's what you really want to do,
we support you.
Yeah, even if you have no talent.
Oh, thank you for saying that, that's so sweet...
Oh!
Excuse me.
You know what the best part
of all of this is?
Is just kind of getting back with you guys, you know?
Oh... Just... guh, locking in,
and with Mike and work and, you know,
trying to have a baby, I just...
forgot about my two...
...best friends.
Aw... Aw...
We were always there for you.
Yeah, all you had to do was knock.
Oh, I am! I'm knocking now!
- Who's there? - It's me...
Who is there? Whoa!
Hey.
Do you have a problem?
You mean besides the loud drunks at the next table?
I'm sorry, we didn't hear them.
We were singing.
Boy, this one's drunk, loud and stupid.
Hey.
You better watch your mouth, Sasquatch.
All right.
Okay, take... take it easy, Mom.
Oh, this is your mom?
Well, how did that come out of that?
Say that again
and I'll kick you in the balls. Okay.
All right, all right.
All right, I think you just need to... to back off.
Oh, what you gonna do, Stumpy?
Fight me?
No.
I'm not gonna fight you.
And I have a very good reason...
I have three of them.
Number one...
Run! Run...
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
Ow, ah...
Ow.
Hey. Hey...
Thought I heard you up here.
Hey there, hi there.
What happened to your hand?
Oh, I just, you know, took a little spill.
Scraped my knuckles.
Let me see.
Oh, it's... not a...
it's not a... Let me see.
Oh, sweetie, it's all bruised.
What is that, a tooth?
No.
No, it's a... it's a pebble.
You drink a lot, you fall a lot...
like you do.
My poor wife.
You're having a hell of a time, aren't you?
It hasn't been the best couple of days.
And I... ow...
...owe you an apology.
For what?
So many things.
Quitting my job without talking to you.
Making you live here and put up with my family.
Keeping secret credit cards.
What? Just...
let me finish.
Most of all, for not being able
to give you the baby I know you wanted so much.
Hey.
I don't want you to worry about that.
That baby'll come whenever it's supposed to come.
And if it doesn't,
we'll deal with it.
Really?
Yeah.
The important thing is that
no matter what's going on around us,
we stay tight.
Stay connected.
Yeah, of course.
And be honest with each other,
no matter what.
Yeah, goes without saying.
Good.
Now, uh,
I'm gonna give you one more try.
Explain to me why this pebble
has a gold filling.
You know, there's something so freeing
about knowing that my whole future is wide open.
Uh-huh. I don't ever have to make sacrifices.
I can feel free to pursue my dream
to sing and dance on Broadway,
or, you know, I can get going on that book
I've been meaning to write.
Or maybe I'll just open my own business
and get filthy rich.
I like that third one.
It's just time management, really.
Are you gonna be okay
with me making more money than you?
You did when you were a teacher.
You know the first thing I'm gonna buy
is a new car for you.
Sure. Like a sports car?
Oh, God, no.
You'd look like Fred Flintstone in a sports car.
Will you be insulted if I buy myself
a bigger engagement ring?
Have at it. Okay.
I mean, I'm gonna keep the old one.
You know, maybe make it into a necklace, or...
oh, maybe like a... a diamond stud earring.
For you.
Good night.
All right.
Oh, boy.
Oh, God, what have I done?
Come here.
Oh, my God, why did I...
quit my job, and...
give up all my benefits, and...
God, I probably need a tetanus shot
from that woman's tooth.
I know, sweetie, I know.
We're gonna be fine.
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