Footloose Page #3

Chuck, you sure you're up to this?

Whose side are you on

anyway, honey?

You had a lot to smoke.

Don't tell me

I had enough to smoke.

I didn't say you had enough.

I said you had a lot to smoke.

Don't tell me that either!

Why don't you go tell dog-face

we're ready to go! Yeah!

Just remember he's chicken sh*t.

Hang in there. You'll be great!

- Just hope to God he pulls out.

- I don't wanna split his face open.

- Cool it, Tarzan!

- Give him hell, Ren!

How did I get myself into this?

Hey, Woody, come here.

Listen, has anybody

ever died doing this?

Just once.

Hey, Ren! Hey, sport!

When this hat flies in the air,

you better have your butt in gear.

- Come on, Ren!

- Go! Go!

Let's see what you're made of!

Come on, sucker!

Chuck, move it!

You wanna go up, huh?

There you go.

Oh, you wanna go down.

Kick his ass!

That's it! Jump, you chicken!

Sit down!

What are you doing?

Trying to kill me?

You stupid idiot!

Get off!

Turn out!

Oh, sh*t!

Help! He tried to kill me.

Excuse me. Thank you.

I don't believe this town.

Hello.

Tell me.

He has team practice

every day until 4:00.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays

he's at the Beamis Mill till 6:00.

You already knew that.

He hasn't dated

since he's been in town.

And late Friday nights,

by the light of the full moon...

he breaks into churchyards and bites

the heads off live chickens.

Come on, what is it? Chuck?

I never did think he had

all his dogs barking anyway.

Besides, what is wrong about

getting a little psyched over Ren?

He's cute.

He's from out of town.

Don't tell me that doesn't curl

your toes. I know you too well.

You want out of here so bad,

you probably memorize bus schedules.

And you don't?

Hey, a**hole.

Interested in some

really good sh*t?

Rich, you sly little sh*t.

You just made a whole sentence.

Don't get smart-ass!

I've been watching you.

I know you're not stupid.

And I got a friend here who can

help you out from time to time.

No, thanks. I got my own sources.

I'm getting into hog tranquilizers...

We'll just call this a sample,

and you know where you can get more.

- Rich, I don't want your sh*t.

- Why don't I just take it?

You're taking chances

being new in this school.

I gotta show you something.

Wait! This is tea!

Would I do that with a real joint?

You know what an ounce goes for?

I'm gonna get you.

You wait.

The Reverend was right about you.

A bunch of kids was raising hell

at Burlington Cranston's property.

Tore up the fields,

turned over a tractor.

Today someone suggested

to me there's been...

some trouble at the high school,

I think it was drugs.

You wouldn't know about that?

What did you say? I can't hear you.

- He said, "No. "

- Amy.

I said, "No, sir. "

You know, whenever we used

to call your folks in Chicago...

I don't think there was

any trouble, was there?

I don't know what

to make of it.

- People are pointing your direction.

- What did they say?

What I've been telling you

about the trouble and drugs.

You seem to be having trouble since

you moved here. And I figured...

You figured where there's smoke,

there's fire, right?

Usually works like that.

Look, you know I would never try

to take the place of your father.

Well, there's no chance of that.

Uh-oh, he's taking the car.

Big time!

What are you doing here?

Watching.

I thought I was alone.

Not in this town.

There's eyes everywhere.

- How come you don't like me?

- What makes you think I don't?

You never talk to me at school.

You never look at me.

Maybe because if I did, your

boyfriend would remove my lungs.

Chuck Cranston doesn't own me.

He likes to act like he does,

but he doesn't.

Do you wanna kiss me?

Someday.

What is this someday sh*t?

I get the feeling

you've been kissed a lot.

I'm afraid I'd suffer

by comparison.

You don't think much

of me, do you?

You think I'm small town?

I think Bomont's a small town.

I'm going away.

I've already applied to colleges.

I applied to colleges my father

doesn't know I applied to.

He's gonna come after me,

but I'm gonna be gone.

Wanna see something?

Sure.

We call it "The Yearbook. "

It started four or

five years ago, I guess.

It's stuff we're not

supposed to read.

This is all out of books?

Most of it.

Some songs, magazines.

Some poems that get made up.

"I'll sing to you of silver swans,

of kingdoms and carillons. "

"I'll sing of bodies intertwined

underneath an innocent sky. "

You wrote that?

It's not even one of my best.

It's all right.

Wait a minute.

You hear that?

- What?

- The train. You hear it?

Sometimes after football games

we come out here.

Just a few of us.

And we stand here.

Then when the train comes,

we make out like crazy.

Oh, yeah?

Most of the time

we just stand and scream.

Scream?

Yeah. I saw it in a movie.

Real loud from here.

Don't screw around.

Come on.

Come on,

I'll take you home.

- It's late.

- Yeah.

It's hard to impose a curfew on the

young people in my congregation...

that I can't even enforce

in my own home.

- Have you been drinking?

- No.

- Were you smoking something?

- No!

I wasn't stealing,

gambling, dancing...

or reading books

I'm not supposed to.

I am late!

Who were you with?

Ren MacCormack.

- I don't want you to see him.

- Why?

I've heard he's a troublemaker.

Just 'cause he hasn't lived

in this town for 20 years...

doesn't make him a troublemaker!

I don't know what

I'm gonna do with you.

There ain't nothing

to do with me, Daddy.

Like it or not, this is it.

It doesn't get much better.

What the hell happened?

Why'd you get kicked off the team?

Because somebody's got it in for me.

Coach found out I brought Ariel

home late, so I'm a troublemaker.

That's not why

I'm off the team. No, no.

I'm off cause they don't have funds

for one more gymnast, but thank you.

I'm busting my balls trying to fit

in and every door slams in my face.

Hey, MacCormack!

Sorry to hear you got caught.

Don't fool around

with the preacher's daughter!

How does anybody live in this town?

You know what it is?

You got an attitude problem.

- I got an attitude problem?

- I'm not the only one who's noticed.

We're not living in the goddamn

Middle Ages. We got TV, Family Feud.

We're not stuck in

Leave It to Beaver land here.

Well, I haven't noticed

a wet T-shirt contest in town yet.

I haven't either,

but I'm waiting patiently.

I tell you what I'd like to do.

Glue a Playboy centerfold inside

each of Reverend Moore's hymnals.

Yeah, you know what else

we could do?

We could start one of your

nightclubs right in the church.

That's it.

That's it, man.

What's it?

A dance.

- What?

- A dance!

We could have a dance!

You know, a dance?

- You know what I mean! Dance! Dance!

- You're gonna get me angry!

Gonna turn this town upside down!

Stop it!

I was down in Denver last year...

for about a week

at a Bible convention.

And the whole time I was there,

people would come up...

and ask me, "Reverend, how can

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