Footloose Page #6

They danced in prayer...

or so that their crops

would be plentiful...

or so their hunt would be good.

And they danced

to stay physically fit...

and show their community spirit.

And they danced to celebrate. "

And that is the dancing

we're talking about.

Aren't we told in Psalm 149?

"Praise ye the Lord.

Sing unto the Lord a new song.

Let them praise his name

in the dance. "

Amen.

And it was King David...

King David, who

we read about in Samuel.

And what did David do?

What did David do?

What did David do?

"David danced before the Lord

with all his might...

leaping and dancing

before the Lord. "

Leaping and dancing.

Ecclesiastes assures us...

that there is a time

for every purpose under heaven.

A time to laugh...

and a time to weep.

A time to mourn...

and there is a time to dance.

And there was a time for this law,

but not anymore.

See, this is our time to dance.

It is our way

of celebrating life.

It's the way it was

in the beginning.

It's the way it's always been.

It's the way it should be now.

You know you were railroaded,

don't you? Huh?

When are you gonna wake up

and smell the coffee?

Shaw Moore walked into that meeting

with votes already in his pocket.

- You didn't have a prayer.

- Bad pun, Andy.

What are you gonna do now?

It's over.

What if it ain't?

What if you have your dance

in Bayson?

No. The whole point was

to do something here in Bomont.

Bayson's, what,

thirty miles away?

Not where it runs up

to these tracks it ain't.

I figure if the Bomont fire trucks

can't cross these tracks...

neither can the long arm

of the law.

What about the long arm

of Reverend Moore?

Remember he said if you could find

a way to convince him...

it wouldn't be a spiritual

corruption, he'd think about it.

- So?

- Make him think about it.

"And I beheld and heard

an angel flying...

through the midst of heaven

saying with a loud voice:

'Woe, woe, woe...

to the inhabiters of the earth. '

And I saw a star fall

from heaven unto the earth...

and the angel

was given the key...

to the bottomless pit.

And he opened

the bottomless pit...

and there arose a smoke out of

the pit as smoke of a great furnace.

And the sun and air were darkened

by reason of the smoke of the pit. "

Yes?

I used to get such a kick

watching you work up your sermons.

- And now?

- It's different.

I see the stage. I see costumes.

It's show business, isn't it?

Well...

it's the only way I know

to reach people's emotions.

I haven't heard from you

for a while.

When was it? Thursday?

I was angry, you were angry.

- I was not.

- Yes, you were.

If you weren't, you would've

asked me what was wrong. You knew.

Ariel, I cannot let

this dance happen.

Ren MacCormack made

a lot of people stop and think.

I object to that kind of music,

and I think you know why.

- Because people fornicate to it.

- I never said that.

- You told the church board that.

- That was not meant for your ears!

When do my ears get old enough?

When do you stop protecting me?

I'm no saint!

It is my duty to look after

the spiritual growth of you...

I'm not even a virgin.

- Don't talk like that in here!

- Why not?

Isn't this where I confess my sins

to my preacher? In church!

I ask to be forgiven. Am I?

Oh, forgive me, deliver me!

Don't do that in here. You

know better where to draw the line!

Thank heavens you're here.

People are calling.

They're over at the library.

Roger! Eleanor!

What are you doing?

We decided these books...

Who's we? Whose authority

are you acting on?

Hold it everybody!

Listen to me!

When did you all decide

to sit in judgment?

Who elected you to be the saviors

of everybody's souls in Bomont?

We have a perfect right to determine

what our children...

When you've burned all of these,

what are you gonna do then?

Chris, take these out of here.

Satan is not in these books.

He's in here!

He's in your hearts.

Go on home, all of you.

Go and sit in judgment

on yourselves.

And, Roger, go home.

Eleanor, come on.

Go home now, both of you.

Sometimes things

don't make any sense.

If you could explain to me my father

maybe I could explain your son.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Look, I gotta go.

Listen, I know you're gonna do

what you gotta do...

but thanks for listening.

Thank you for...

Well, thank you.

That was your friend Ren.

He came here to ask me if he could

take you to a senior prom.

I'm running out of answers.

I know how hard it is for you.

I'm know I'm not making it easier.

I just don't know that I believe

in everything you believe in...

but I believe in you.

I'm standing up here

before you today...

with a very troubled heart.

You see, my friends...

You see, my friends...

I've always insisted on...

taking responsibility

for your lives.

But, I'm really...

like a first-time parent...

who makes mistakes...

and tries to learn from them.

And like that parent...

I find myself at that moment

when I have to decide.

Do I hold on...

or do I trust you

to yourselves?

Let go and hope

that you've understood...

at least some of my lessons.

If we don't start trusting

our children...

how will they

ever become trustworthy?

I'm told that the senior class

at the high school...

has got use of

the warehouse in Bayson...

for the purpose of

putting on a senior dance.

Please...

join me to pray

to the Lord...

to guide them

in their endeavors.

Lights!

- You look very nice.

- Oh, no.

Yes, you do.

Yes, you look very nice.

Yes, you do.

You look wonderful.

- You think?

- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

You can't very well go to a prom

without a corsage.

Oh, Mom.

This is gorgeous!

- Where do you think I should...

- Here's a wrist thing.

Oh, Mom, you really

didn't have to.

I didn't.

Don't go on to him about it

because he'll only deny it.

I was gonna come up and get...

I was...

gonna come up and get you.

- What's the matter?

- You're beautiful.

What?

I mean it.

You are beautiful.

Come on.

Thank you.

- Let's take a closer look.

- No. She'll think I'm checking up.

No. She won't even know

we're here. Come on.

You're the last folks I expected

to see around here tonight.

- Good evening, Andy.

- Hi, Andy.

Reverend, you done

a good thing here.

I'm still not sure

it was the right thing.

Comes close.

Shaw?

What is it?

It's just the two of us again.

- Shaw?

- What?

We're almost dancing.

- Hi, Rusty.

- Hi.

Hello, Willard.

You promised you won't fight.

Don't you look sweet.

- What do you want?

- I've got business with MacCormack.

Cool it, all right.

No fights tonight, okay?

Hey, no fights, fellas.

Sure, Willard.

All right.

Cute.

No fights, Willard.

Damn, man! I told you.

I promised Rusty no fights tonight.

Let me go, goddamn it!

- Oh, Willard!

- What do you want me to do, Rusty?

Kill the son of a b*tch!

Help, somebody!

- Chuck!

- Hey, it's Mr. Dance Fever.

You're a goddamn hero

when it's five to one.

Ren, get up!

Beat the sh*t out of him!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes