August Rush Page #4

No, no.

August Rush. August Rush.

Doesn't that warm you up a little bit?

I can see it.

"Wizard Productions presents...

...the number-one heat wave:

August Rush!"

-Yeah.

-Yeah. Me!

-August, August, August.

-It gives me a rush.

That gives me chills. The hair

on the back of my neck's standing up.

-Really?

-Yeah, look at that.

Quick, check it out. Yeah.

-I'm flying! I'm flying!

-Yeah. August! August Rush.

-August.

-August Rush. August Rush.

That's you.

WALLACE:
August. August.

AUGUST:
August Rush, August Rush.

[LUCAS REYNOLDS'

"SOMETHING INSIDE" PLAYING]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

LIZZY:
New York, Lyla?

What are you doing in New York?

Lizzy, I mean,

I've always felt that he was alive.

I'd see kids that would be his age

and I'd imagine what he'd look like.

-Big blue eyes like his dad and--

-Oh, my God, Lyla.

Lizzy, I used to lie in bed at night

and I swear I could hear him.

-I swear I could hear him.

-Lyla, calm down.

Calm down? How can I be calm?

How can I be calm?

I've been calm for over 10 years

and look where it's gotten me.

Lyla, you're losing it.

You're right. And maybe it's about time.

Don't do anything crazy, okay?

We're on our honeymoon, but we're leaving.

We'll get there as soon as we can, okay?

Okay, Jack, he's worth three times

what you're offering him.

-Wallace--

-You heard him in the park!

You're a pain in the ass.

-Two-fifty if he can play for two hours.

-No, five or he walks.

-Five hundred? I'll give him 250--

-Five hundred or he walks, all right?

JACK:

He walks?

WALLACE:

We have lightning in a bottle, Jack.

No, there's no parents. I'm his guardian.

No, I'm his representation,

that's why I'm making the deal.

WOMAN:

May I help you?

-I'm trying to find my son.

WOMAN:
Hold on a second.

Name?

GIRL 1:

Mommy.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"PLAYGROUND" PLAYING]

Mommy.

I don't know.

GIRL 2:
Mom.

GIRL 3:
Mommy.

Mommy, look at me.

I'm sorry, ma'am, we're closing.

Please, I just-- I wanna know his name.

To even consider re-establishing contact

with a child, there is a detailed process.

I don't care about your process! Okay?

WOMAN:
Ma'am, we're closed.

Come back tomorrow.

LOUIS:

Lyla.

Novacek.

LYLA [ON RECORDING]: Hi, this is Lyla--

LIZZY [ON RECORDING]: And Lizzy.

LYLA & LIZZY:
And we're not here

right now, so leave a message.

[MACHINE BEEPS]

WALLACE:

Arthur!

What'd I tell you

about talking to strangers?

-Yeah, what's your name?

-My name is Mr. Jeffries, and yours?

Arthur. We ain't strangers now.

Look, Mr. Wallace,

I'm here making my normal rounds.

I'm trying to find these kids.

This girl, her name is Geralda.

She should be about 14 now.

Don't know her, Mr. Jeffries.

Okay, well, maybe you can help me

with this young man.

Little boy that came up missing recently

and his name is Evan Taylor.

He's about 12.

And what if I find this Evan

and I turn him over to you?

What then? You don't care about a kid

after he's in the system.

-It's not like that--

-Oh, I know exactly what it's like.

You don't follow up.

And you throw him from place to place.

Eventually, you end up in a place

where they kick the crap out of you.

Go to bed at night

and he tries to close his eyes, ears.

Shut out the world.

What happens to that kid?

What do you think he hears?

What do you think he hears?

-Nothing.

-Nothing. Nothing at all.

Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm cool.

-He's good.

MAN:

Fourteenth Precinct, Sergeant O'Malley.

WALLACE:

No. That doesn't cut it.

[PLAYING MARK MANCINA'S

"WIND UP"]

No! Oh, is that final?

Okay, well, here's my final offer:

we're history!

-Deal's off.

-But I wanna play.

You play when I say play.

You breathe when I say breathe.

-You got that, boy?

-But I have to play.

Wizard, I need them to hear.

You forget about your parents!

They were pretty quick to forget about you.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"AGAINST THE GATE" PLAYING]

You don't know how it could be for you.

You do not know how precious

your gift is.

You're just a kid, you don't know.

I do, August.

[SIRENS WAILING]

BOY:
Wizard. Wizard.

WALLACE:
Shh! Talk to me. What happened?

-It's Arthur. The cops chased him here.

-Okay, split up. You know the drill.

-We gotta help Arty.

-Forget Arty. Arty's on his own.

-That's the book.

-No.

WALLACE:
August!

COP 1:
Grab him. Grab him. There he goes.

COP 2:

He went outside over there.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"THE RAID" PLAYING]

Up there. You see him?

See him? Look, over there.

COP 2:
Hey, kid, don't move.

-Hey, you!

Cops. Cops.

Cops. Over here.

COP 2:
Grab that kid over there.

Grab him, grab him.

Listen, you can't let the cops catch you.

If they do,

you don't tell them your real name...

...because they'll send you right back

where you came from, you got that?

I don't wanna lose you...

...but if we get separated,

we meet at the arch.

Do not tell them your name.

Hey, when I say run, you run, okay?

COP 1:

Let me see your hands.

[SCREAMS]

WALLACE:
Run, August. Run, August. Run!

COP 2:
Hey, kid.

Hey, kid, stop.

Open the door.

[BUZZES]

[JAMAL JOSEPH'S "HARLEM STREETZ"

PLAYING ON CAR STEREO IN DISTANCE]

MAN [SINGING]:
How I don't need that man

But they don't understand

There's far too many pressures in reality

Dealing with the pain of stress and poverty

And I gotta be myself because

There's nobody else for me, no

Hang in there with me

Sometimes it takes a different kind of love

To raise a child

-So don't give up

-So don't give up

When pressures come down

Sometimes it takes a different kind of dream

To make you smile

-So raise it up

-So raise

Hang in there with me

Sometimes we need another helping hand

To show the way

-So don't give up

-So don't give up

When pressures come down

Sometimes it seems impossible

And that's why we pray

-So raise it up

-We pray

Seems to be nothing left for me

Mama's gone, Daddy didn't wanna be

Now I'm all by myself

Wondering where is love

Or should I just give up, you know

Life falls down on me

Cuts into my soul

But I know I got the strength

To make it through it all

Cause I'm still standing tall

Breaking through these walls

I'm gonna give my all, hey

I'm feeling like a motherless child

Pain cuts into my soul

It's beaten me down

Can't find a smile

On the face of a motherless child

Gonna break down these walls

Gonna give my all

You know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hang in there with me

Sometimes it takes a different kind of love

To raise a child

-So don't give up

-So don't give up

When pressures come down

Sometimes it takes a different kind of dream

To make you smile

-So raise it up

-So raise it up

-Hang in there with me

-Raise it up

Sometimes it takes another's helping hand

To show you the way

So don't give up

-Oh, no, yeah

-When pressures come down

Sometimes it seems impossible

That's why we pray

So raise it up

LYLA:
Hi.

-Hi.

I know how this looks, you know.

I'm not crazy.

Nobody thinks you're crazy.

What's your name?

Lyla Novacek.

Well, it's like

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