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Scene: Front entryway of a house.

(A little boy is on the ground unconscious. His older brother is leaning over him, trying to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.)

Doug: Easton, please. Come on, please. (Worried.) Easton.

(Someone knocks on the door.)

Val: Open up!

(Doug hurries to let them in.)

Doug: Hi. Help him, please. (He points the way.)

Hank: What happened in here?

Doug: Uh. . . he just started choking. He couldn't breathe.

Hank: Was he eating anything?

Doug: I. . . I. . .

Val: (Checks Easton's eyes with a penlight.) Pupils are dilated and sluggish.

Jamie: Heartbeat's rapid and irregular.

Hank: (Picks up an almost empty prescription bottle from a table.) What's up with this?

Doug: The doctor gave him that a couple days ago. It should be fine.

Hank: (Shakes it.) A lot of pills gone for just two days. Jamie get the dextrose IV.

Jamie: Okay.

Val: We got him breathing!

Hank: What's his name?

Doug: Uh, Easton. (Starts pacing in the background.)

Hank: Hey Easton, what's up buddy? My name is Hank. (Jamie brings the dextrose over.) I'm a friend of your brother. I'm gonna give you something to make you feel better, okay? I know this may be a little scary, but you're gonna be fine.

[Opening Credits]

Scene: Front entryway of a house.

(Easton's on the stretcher and is being taken out to the ambulance. Hank is finishing up with Doug.)

Doug: Shouldn't we go with him? He's gonna be scared.

Hank: Val's with him. She's great with kids. Easton's gonna be fine. Trust me. I just need to get a little more information about what happened.

Doug: I don't know. I told you everything.

Hank: Are you positive he did not get into these pills?

Doug: Oh, he knows better. And I gave him two every four hours like always.

Hank: Doug, this says to take two pills a day.

Doug: You're kidding. Uh my ibuprofen's usually-

Hank: Doug, this isn't ibuprofen. Look. (Holds it up in Doug's face.)

Doug: I guess I wasn't um, paying attention. Hank this is my fault.

Hank: Now stay with me Doug. I told you Easton's gonna be fine. I just don't understand how you can misread a label like that.

Doug: I don't either.

Hank: Hey uh, I still need you to uh, sign off on this. (Hands Doug a clipboard. Doug spends a little too much time looking for the place to sign.) There. Uh, there. (Points it out for Doug.)

Doug: Right, uh right. (Scribbles something down.) Uh, East, Easton shouldn't be alone at the hospital. (Leaves.)

(Hank stares down at the signature. It not really a signature so much as a line with a loop.)

Scene: Station common room.

(Hank's dad walks into the common room.)

Dad: Mr. Beecham, still at it I see. If we're gonna pick up the jeep at the garage before it closes we've gotta leave now Hank.

Hank: I know. It's just. . . Dad, I don't even know how to finish this report on my call. There's information that should probably be in the write-up, you know? But it's such personal stuff about someone that I don't even know if I should put it in, period.

Dad: (Sits down across from Hank.) Today I did some minor surgery on a man who doesn't want his boss to know that there's something wrong with him. The employer just thinks the man's away on vacation. Now, I don't wanna lie for my patient, but I do respect his privacy.

Hank: So if I wanted easy choices I'm in the wrong line of work.

Dad: Yep. I'll say hi to Alex. (Stands up.)

Hank: Thanks Dad.

Scene: School parking lot.

(Val and Jamie are walking together.)

Val: Here he comes.

Jamie: Oh no, get ready.

Val: Be nice.

Jamie: (A horn honks and he waves.) Hey. (We see a little red/orange car drive by. The car the honked.)

Tyler: (Gets out of the car.) Motor-world watch out. The Albo has arrived. My little bargain from the Balkans. (Note: Size of car. Tyler stands at least a foot and a half over the roof of the car.)

Someone in background: Look at that car.

Jamie: (Humoring.) What's mileage you're getting today?

Tyler: Actually I was just figuring that out. (Takes out a calculator.) It's uh, eighteen four is uh, forty five miles per gallon. (Excited.) Do you remember what it was yesterday?

Val: (Hesitant.) Uhh. . . .

Jamie: (Sarcastic.) It kinda slips my mind.

Tyler: Well it was forty four and a half miles per gallon. The day before it was like forty four and three quarters. I mean this thing just runs better and better. (Takes out a cloth and starts polishing the hood.)

Val: (Doesn't mean it.) That's great.

Jamie: Yeah, maybe tomorrow it'll be forty six and three sixteenths.

Tyler: You don't sound too impressed.

Val: No, we are. We. . . we are. It's just-

Jamie: It's just that we've heard about this everyday for the past week. Now if we were the Environmental Protection Agency maybe we'd be all tingly inside Tyler, but. . . we're not.

Tyler: Yeah, I understand.

Val: You do?

Tyler: Well yeah. I mean a car like this does not come around like this every day. I mean it's, it's hard to wrap your head around. I still can't believe the deal I got on this thing. It's like 700 dollars!

Jamie: (With Tyler.) 700 dollars! Yeah we know. (Darkly.) We know. And we're sick of hearing about it.

Tyler: Well fine, then I'll have to find somebody who appreciates automotive excellence. Hey! Hey, Mr. Carlson check this out! You gotta check this out! (Runs off and leaves Val and Jamie.)

Val: You didn't have to hurt his feelings.

Jamie: On this subject he has no feeling to hurt. He's too in love with his Albo to hear anything else.

Val: It's true. Last night he asked me if I wanted to drive to the video store and I live a block away.

Jamie: Yeah well, don't worry. (Gets look in his eyes like he's plotting something.) Stay tuned. (He leaves her standing there.)

Scene: Hallway.

(Hank, Doug and three other guys are walking down the hallway. They're tossing a basketball back and forth.)

Hank: I don't know, like really, what was up?

Doug: You boys ready to watch us beat Spreewell this week. (Tosses the basketball to player 1)

Player 1: We understand if you can't make it. It might be too painful for ya. (Passes the ball.)

Doug: After the way you guys tanked the football season.

Hank: Ha ha ha. (Someone passes the ball to Doug and Hank intercepts it. He turns to face them.) Alright see, confidence is a great thing my man, but you gotta have the skills to back it up.

(The guys suddenly look serious, but Hank still has his back turned.)

Mr. Callaghan: (Comes out of the classroom behind Hank.) Mr. Beecham, turn that over, please.

Hank: (Hands him the basketball.) Alright.

Mr. Callaghan: Time for history, not hoops, my young scholars.

(Bell rings. Hank turns around to wait for Doug. He sees Doug taking a paper from a girl.)

Sherry: Hi. Here you go, Doug.

Doug: Thank you Sherry. I've just been too busy with practice to write about this Roosevelt guy. (Kisses her on the cheek)

Scene: Classroom.

Mr. Callaghan: (As he's collecting papers.) I look forward to your observations on the New Deal everyone. (Hank sees Mr. Callaghan take the paper Sherry wrote for Doug.)

Scene: Station Office.

(Tyler comes running down the hall past Brooke.)

Brooke: Whoa, where's the fire?

Tyler: Just checking my E-mail. (To Jamie.) I owe you some thanks.

Jamie: You do?

Tyler: Yeah, you gave me a brilliant idea the other day when you mentioned the Environmental Protection Agency. So I wrote them about the Albo.

Jamie: You know, I think the car's too small to qualify as a toxic waste site, Ty.

Tyler: What? You don't think the EPA should know about this car? I mean it is getting fifty miles per gallon.

Jamie: (Grinning.) Truly amazing.

Tyler: I know.

(Jamie goes into the common room where Val and Brooke are sitting at a counter.)

Brooke: You're right. Tyler is going crazy over this.

Jamie: Well he's gonna get a whole lot crazier.

Val: What?

Jamie: Well I've been helping out that little mini-mobile. I add a little bit of extra gas to the tank each day.

Brooke: Oh, you're kidding.

Val: (Disapproving.) Jamie.

Jamie: Come on, he's always droning on and on. I'm just. . . helping his dreams come true.

Tyler: (From the office.) Yes! (Comes out to the common room.)

Val: What's up?

Tyler: They wanna see it! The EPA wants to see the Albo.

Jamie: Really?

Tyler: Yeah, yeah they just E-mail me. I'm supposed to bring it in to their uh, field office so they can check it out. Guys, can you believe this? It's gonna be like Albert and I are uh, stopping global warming.

Brooke: Albert?

Tyler: Yeah, you know, my Albo. You don't think it deserves a name? (Pause.) Wax. He needs fresh wax. (Goes to get wax.)

Val: Jamie, maybe you oughta tell him now.

Jamie: (Grinning.) No, no not now. It's just getting good.

(Brooke laughs.)

Scene: Hallway.

(Doug is drinking from a water fountain when Hank comes around the corner.)

Hank: Hey Doug, my ace, what's up man? (The slap hands.) Hey, check it out. (Unfolds a piece of paper.)

Doug: What is it?

Hank: Ah, just read it. (Holds the paper up for Doug to see.)

Doug: (Impatiently.) What's this about?

Hank: What do you think?

Doug: Okay, don't play games Hank, just tell me what you need.

Hank: Just answer the question right there, man.

Doug: Okay, I got a practice to go to. We got a playoff this week, remember? (Starts to walk away.)

Hank: (Follows.) It says 'Can you read this?'

Doug: I, I know that. I know. That's why I'm walking away. It's a stupid question.

Hank: I wonder if Mr. Callaghan will think it's so stupid, man.

Doug: (Looks around.) You think I could get to high school without learning how to read?

Hank: Maybe. Maybe you, you, you choose answers at random on multiple choice tests. Or maybe you get cheerleaders to write papers for you.

Doug: Okay, come on man, there isn't a cheerleader in every class I take.

Hank: Whenever a teacher asks you a question, you make a joke about it until he gets fed up and moves on to someone else. Doug, I've seen it. You've been transferred a lot, right? Right? (The look on Doug's face tells Hank he's right.) Look, whenever somebody realizes really what's going on with you, boom, you're somewhere else.

Doug: I gotta be somewhere else now. (Leaves.)

Hank: (Follows.) Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug you squeeze by with the bare minimum grades and no one says anything to you because you know what to do with a basketball. Doug, honestly. . . honestly do you think they'd even let you play if they knew you couldn't read the scoreboard?

Doug: Get real! (Leaves.)

Hank: Well maybe I should tell your little brother to start reading his own medicine labels from now on.

Doug: (Stops in his tracks and turns back to Hank. Shoves Hank into an empty classroom.) Come here. That thing with Easton was an accident and I feel horrible but I also know that accidents happen. Don't they teach you that in paramedic school?!

Hank: Fine fine fine, okay it was an accident. I understand that, I just don't want to see another accident happen!

Doug: So what are you gonna do? Are you gonna bust me? Isn't there some sort of confidential thing about being a paramedic?

Hank: An EMT. And yeah, there is a confidentiality rule. But I had to write it in my report. That's what this note really says. When you believed me that it said something else, that was my final proof.

Doug: (Worried.) Hank, what if somebody else reads your report?

Hank: What if someone else reads it, Doug? Aren't you tired of pretending?

Doug: If people find out about me I'll look like an idiot and I'll get bumped from the team!

Hank: Or you may just get some help for yourself. For once!

Doug: You'd really keep me out of the playoffs, man? You wanna do that to me? I thought we were friends.

Hank: Doug, it's because I'm your friend is that I'm here talking to you. Hoping you'll get some help for yourself.

Doug: I will. I'll make it right. I promise. Just please tell me that you'll cut that stuff about me out of your report.

Hank: Doug, I don’t know if I can do that.

Doug: Please. I'll make it right, I promise.

Hank: You get a tutor. Get up to speed.

Doug: I will.

Hank: You swear?

Doug: I swear. I will I will. . . I will, I'll get a. . . I'll get a. . . I'll get a tutor. . . I'll, okay, alright, look, look I knew I'd get caught someday, alright? I just really didn't want it to be this week. I'll do whatever man, just promise me you'll help me. (Hank hesitates.) Hank, please.

Hank: Alright.

Doug: Thanks.

Scene: Station common room.

(Tyler's in the kitchenette and Val is on the top bunk playing with a magic 8 ball. Jamie walks in past Val.)

Jamie: Hey Tyler, how's Albert?

Tyler: You know, misunderstood. Unappreciated.

Jamie: Really?

Val: Yeah. Tyler got Albert checked out by the EPA this afternoon.

Tyler: They said they couldn't see anything special about him.

Jamie: Well, did you show them your mileage charts?

Tyler: And the graphs. They said I made a mistake. Me! Honors calculus! (Jamie 'huh's in support of Tyler. It's sarcasm, but Tyler doesn't hear it.) They refused to believe that I could get sixty two miles per gallon.

Val: Sixty two, wow. (Shoots a look at Jamie.)

Tyler: It's a technological breakthrough and they won't accept it.

Jamie: Just don't give up. You gotta keep those charts current.

Tyler: You know what? You're right. I mean Albert hasn't been for a spin since this morning. I'm gonna go take him out.

Jamie: (Pats Tyler on the shoulder.) Alright, yeah, you're doing very well. Thanks. (Gives Tyler two thumbs up. Goes to talk to Val. They're both laughing. He climbs up the ladder to talk to her.) So phase two begins. I just siphoned gas out of Albert.

Val: Oh! (Laughing.)

Jamie: What do you think that's going to do to his little charts?

Val: That's truly wicked Jamie. Evil.

(Jamie jumps down.)

Scene: Station office.

(Hank is at a computer when Alex comes in.)

Alex: Hey Hank, what you up to? (Something on the screen his highlighted. Hank hits a button.)

Hank: Just looking over a um, an old report here.

Alex: It looks like you just deleted something. (Bends down by Hank.)

Hank: What? No. I didn't delete anything.

Alex: Well, then you wont mind if I press the 'undo' key. (The highlighted part reappears and the camera focuses on the line 'What can be drawn is that Doug seems to be illiterate.') Hank, what is this all about? I think that I deserve some kind of explanation.

Hank: You do, but I can't give you one.

Alex: Tampering with reports is not something that we do around here. (Hank doesn't offer an explanation.) You know that if you can't explain this I have to suspend you from the squad.

[Commercial Break]

Scene: Station Garage.

(Alex walks into the garage and stops short when he sees Jamie and Val. They've got marshmallow goo all over themselves. They all look mad. Jamie and Val slam their doors and silently walk past Alex. He's trying not to laugh. He follows them into the station.)

Alex: So do ya tell me or do I get to guess?

Val: It's marshmallow.

Jamie: It's not as good raw.

Alex: So you were attacked by the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man?

Jamie: Well, kind of. A foreman and a line employee over at Girstal Pastry Works got in a fight. Foreman got knocked out. They called us.

(Tyler walks up behind Alex. He's got about twice as much marshmallow on him compared to Jamie and Val.)

Val: But when we got the foreman revived they went at it again so Tyler tried to. . .

Tyler: (Steps between Val and Alex.) Okay. Here's was happened. I got thrown into the assembly line. Knocked the hose off that was filling up the cupcakes which sprayed everywhere. (Walks into the common room.)

Jamie: Now I know what a birthday cake feels like.

EMT: (Off screen.) Hey Tyler, stay out of here, man!

Alex: You guys had better get cleaned up before we get ants.

Jamie: I wish Hank and been there.

Tyler: Hank could have calmed those guys down. Alex, what's going on? Why is Hank off the squad?

Alex: It's a confidential matter. I can't talk about it.

Tyler: (Muttering.) Confidential.

Val: It's just really weird without Hank, Alex.

Jamie: (Pouting.) It's sticky.

Scene: School hallway.

(Doug walks in.)

Doug's Friend 1: So I'll see you guys in a little bit.

Doug's Friend 2: Hey, what's up?

Doug: Hey, what's going on?

Hank: (Catches up to Doug.) Hey, hey Doug, hey when's your first tutoring session, man?

Doug: I don't know. Thursday? Friday?

Hank: Whenever you get around to making an appointment in the first place.

Girl: Hi Doug.

Doug: What are you, my mom? I've been a little distracted, you know, practicing for playoffs. You guys on the football team would really-

Hank: Doug, Doug don't make this about team rivalry.

Doug: Man, calm down. (Walks away.)

Hank: Doug, do you know I was kicked off the squad for what you asked me to do?! (Stops halfway up the stairs and turns around to come back.) I was suspended.

Doug: Dude, I'm sorry.

Hank: Don't apologize, okay. We made a deal. You meet your end of it.

Doug: I will, I will. You know how it is with the playoffs man. It's all you can think about.

Hank: Doug, Doug, the playoffs. . . the playoffs are the only reason why you listen to me in the first place. What's gonna make you start learning once the game is over?!

Doug: Isn't there always another game?

Hank: (Pushes past Doug. Is sick of him.) Alright man.

Doug: Okay, alright. Hank, alright. Hank, wait. Look, we'll beat Spreewell on Friday, I'll get my head clear, I'll hit the ABCs. Believe it.

Hank: Do I have a lotta choice?

Doug: You gotta trust me, man. (Hank walks away.) You gotta trust me!

Scene: Station common room.

Tyler: (Bursting through the double doors.) So. . . (Almost runs into another paramedic.) Excuse me. Does anyone know how to reach Oliver Stone?

Jamie: What's up, man?

Tyler: (Sarcastic.) Oh, not much. Just a government conspiracy to report. Ever since the EPA got their grubby little hands on the Albo it's mileage has dropped like a rock.

Val: What? Now it's like forty one miles per gallon or. . .

Tyler: (Bitterly.) Try seven.

Val: (With a pointed look to Jamie.) Seven.

Tyler: Seven lousy miles per gallon! I mean they sabotaged him. They must have. I'm gonna write a complaint, excuse me. (Pushes Val off the chair in front of the computer and takes her place.)

Val: Hey! Uh, Tyler, why would they try to screw up Albert?

Tyler: Come on, think about it. (Val shoots a look at Jamie and he mouths something to her.) I mean someone discover how to solve pollution, global warming. . . what's gonna keep the EPA in business?

Val: Oh.

Tyler: They only pretended to inspect Albert. Meanwhile they're just protecting their cozy little bureaucracy.

Val: Couldn't it just be that Albert has a fuel leak or something?

(Jamie clears his throat and Val nods in his direction.)

Tyler: You don't think I went over every inch of that car? No, no there are far, far darker forces at work here.

Val: You sound a lot like Fox Mulder, Tyler.

Tyler: Well maybe the truth is out there! (Gets up and stomps off. Val smirks at Jamie.)

Val: (Makes sure that Tyler is out of earshot.) How long are you planning to keep him dangling?

(Jamie pulls out the tube he's been using to siphon out gas. He kinda turns into a mad man. He does a crazy laugh and then runs from the room twirling the nozzle of the hose over his head.)

Scene: Hank's bedroom.

(Hank is laying on his stomach in bed doing homework.)

Dad: (Knocks on the doorframe.) How's it going in here.

Hank: Uh, fine. (Sits up.) I just uh, gotta be ready to talk about the making of the atom bomb in class tomorrow.

Dad: Well that's not the only thing that's blowing up on ya lately.

Hank: Ouch, dad.

Dad: I was just.. . . I know how hard it is being suspended from the squad.

Hank: Dad I feel like I've been pulled in two. I knew the rules, but I also knew that I wanted to help a guy.

Dad: Maybe you should try talking this over with Alex. You know he could understand. And he's under the same confidentiality requirements as you are.

Hank: I know.

Dad: What? There's something else?

Hank: To be honest, I. . . I kinda feel like I let you down too. I mean it's gotta be pretty embarrassing when the surgeon's kid gets suspended from EMS.

Dad: There are no signs on these walls that say that you have to be perfect.

Hank: I have a dad who's perfect. It kinda puts on pressure.

Dad: Yeah right. Look, rules are important. But helping a friend can sometimes mean a whole lot more. And I'm just glad I got a son who knows that.

Hank: Thanks dad.

Dad: You're welcome. (Leaves.)

Scene: Station rec room.

(Tyler is searching through the rec room looking for something. He's muttering to himself. He picks up Jamie's leather jacket and sees the hose. He picks it up and smells the nozzle.)

Tyler: Jamie. (Throws the nozzle back down.)

Scene: Station front desk.

(Jamie gives an EMT a high five. Walks past Brooke, but she calls him back.)

Brooke: Hey, check this out. (Jamie stops and takes a closer look at the computer she's working at.) Tyler got an E-mail from the EPA. From that inspector guy.

Jamie: You're kidding me?

Brooke: They're sorry he's upset, but they're still very curious about the Albo.

Jamie: It's not the Albo, it's Albert. Remember? It's, it's the Albinator, Ally, Ally McBomb.

Brooke: Wait a minute. There's more. They wanna keep monitoring Albert's mileage. Tyler will go crazy.

Jamie: Stand by and watch the pros. How low can it go? (He laughs.)

Scene: Alex's office.

(Alex is at his desk and Hank talking, gesturing with his hands.)

Hank: And the only reason I did it is because I thought it would help. But it, it didn't. Doug's still blowing off his end of the deal. I don't even know if he'll ever get himself a tutor.

Alex: Well there's gotta be something that we can do. EMS is all about keeping people safe, even when we don't have the tools we find a solution. There's gotta be some way to put pressure on Doug without breaking confidentiality.

Hank: There's a history paper. Doug claims that he wrote it, but I know that-

Alex: Okay, okay stop there. That, that's good enough. This is between you and Doug and the history teacher. Just take care of it when you've done your shift.

Hank: I, I'm, back?

Alex: Yeah, and you're about, ooh, four minutes late. (Alarm goes off.) But you're just in time for the next call.

Hank: (Stands up.) Thank you so much. (Runs to catch up with the squad. Pumps his fist in the air on his way out.)

Scene: Bridge.

(Outside. It's a car accident. There's signs that say 'Bridge narrows to one lane' and 'Yield to oncoming traffic.')

Irate Driver: (Pointing to a sign. Talking to one of the cops at the scene.) Look at the sign. It's not my fault. I have the right of way. He could have killed me.

(Cut over to a black car. Doug is in the driver's seat. The door's open. Hank and Tyler are talking to him.)

Tyler: Did you hit your head? Any uh, pain in your neck? Numbness in your shoulders?

Doug: No.

Tyler: Alright, you're gonna be alright. Let's get you out of here.

(Tyler and Hank help him out. He doesn't want it.)

Doug: Okay, okay, I can do it, I can do it.

Hank: You alright?

Doug: (Steps down with his second foot.) Ow. (Falls. Tyler and Hank catch him.)

Hank: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Doug: Ow. (They help him back so he's sitting in his car.)

Hank: Looks like you broke your ankle.

Doug: Ow.

Tyler: I'll get the splints.

Hank: Yeah.

Doug: Looks like I won't be playing Spreewell.

Hank: We'll try to get you better for next season.

Doug: You know this is all your fault.

Hank: No, actually I hadn't heard that.

Doug: If you hadn't of been on my case about reading, I wouldn't have tried to read those stupid signs and I woulda seen that car coming.

Hank: Those signs were telling you to watch out for oncoming traffic because it's a single lane bridge! You know, not being able to read isn't a big joke, Doug. Look. Look. Look over there. (Points over to the passenger side of the car. It's all smashed up.) What if Easton had been in the car with you? Scene: Parking lot.

(Jamie is sneaking up to Tyler's car. He's brings Val with him.)

Jamie: Okay, no one's around. Come on. (Pulls out the hose and hands it to Val.)

Val: I don't know Jamie.

Jamie: Oh come on. Another week of this and Tyler'll sell this thing for scrap and we won't have to hear about it any more. (Opens the hood of the car. And alarm goes off. Jamie's so startled that the drops the hood on his fingers. He's jumping around in pain.)

Alarm: This is an official government test vehicle. You are in violation of Environmental Protection Agency regulations.

Tyler: (Jumps up from his hiding place behind the bushes.) Busted! (Clicks off the alarm.)

Jamie: (Sarcastic/pissed.) Tyler, that's funny!

Tyler: (Pleases.) Yeah, I thought so.

Jamie: It's a good thing you're an EMT! You can help me with my hand!

Tyler: You know there could be serious repercussions when interfering with government research.

Val: There was no research, was there?

Tyler: (Smirking. Shakes his head.) No. (Takes something out of his back pocket.)

Val: No.

Jamie: I saw the E-mail from the EPA.

Tyler: Well then you definitely didn't read the signature. (Hands the paper to Jamie.)

Jamie: (Reading.) Sincerely yours, inspector I. Gotcha. (Tyler laughs.)

Val: Justice is served.

Tyler: (Takes the E-mail back.) Now, get away from my car. (Val and Jamie laugh. Tyler looks serious.) Go on.

Scene: School hallway.

(Doug hobbles up behind Hank on crutches.)

Doug: Hey Hank! (Hank turns.) Got a sec?

Hank: Sure. (Looks at Doug's ankle.) How's your ankle?

Doug: Uh, it's uh, getting better. Bit by bit.

Hank: That's good. Hey, you uh, you going to finals this week?

Doug: Oh yeah, wouldn't miss it. I was a real jerk to ya Hank. I'm sorry.

Hank: You were scared. You know, I probably would have been too.

Doug: Thanks for not giving up on me.

Hank: The question is: Are you giving up on you? Have you gotten yourself a reading tutor yet?

Doug: Uh, maybe.

Hank: What does that mean? Oh, oh, another excuse.

Doug: No. No no, no. (Pulls something out of his backpack.) I bummed this off Easton. I was kinda hoping you could give me a hand with it. (It's a children's book.)

Hank: Yeah man, I'd love to. I'd love to. (Reads the title.) The Secret Wish of the Flying Fish.

[Fade Out]

Transcribed by: MM

Written by: Brian Nelson
Original Air Date: March 18th, 20001

Cast Info
Kevin Hicks- Alex Freeman
Anthony Sherwood- Mr. Beecham
Daniel Enright- Doug
Robert Latimer- Mr. Callaghan
Charles Seminerio- Irate Driver
Michael Dobbin- Player #1 and #2
Alex Hood- Easton

Music:
Rich Happy- 33