Footloose Page #6

- That's not a bad idea.

We could start our own petition.

Challenge the law

against public dancing.

Why not? Then we can just

organize our own dance.

I'm not talking about some

drunken kegger or free-for-all orgy.

That right there? That's an idea!

I'm talking about a formal,

respectable dance.

One that's not held in the church,

with everyone's eyes on you.

You could have it in the Bomont lockup.

'Cause what you're talking about

is against the law.

Let me tell you something about the law.

It's meant to be challenged.

- Nothing's set in stone.

- Ten Commandments were.

- What's your smart-aleck reply to that?

- My smart-aleck reply?

Hey! C'mon, man! Hey!

Stop! You want that wet T-shirt contest,

come and get it!

The price of a dog license

will go from 10 dollars to 15 dollars.

A licensed pet is a happy one.

All right. Well, they just finished.

If you was gonna make your move,

this is when you do it.

It is at this time we will take

any new business or concerns.

Come down to the podium,

state your name and address. Anyone?

This meeting is adjourned!

So anyway, Elinor was saying

we hadn't had you and Vi over

for Sunday brunch in quite a while.

- If you wanna get together...

- That'd be great.

Reverend Moore!

It's Ren MacCormack. Wesley's nephew?

Yes, Ren. I know who you are.

Yeah, well I figured you did.

Wes told me you two had a talk.

There was a conversation

between your uncle and myself,

but it wasn't meant for your ears.

There's a lot of that going on

in this town. It's like that saying.

- The one about children? How's it go?

- That they're better seen than heard?

Yeah. Well, I just wanted to

let you know I'm starting a petition

to challenge the ordinance

prohibiting public dancing.

I just wanted to make sure

my intentions were clear.

Well... Good day, Ren.

- Showdown with the preacher man!

- You got balls the size of coconuts.

Listen to me, you corn-fed hick.

If I got to stand up in front of

the city council and make my case,

y'all gonna learn how to dance.

You're not gonna tell anyone about this?

No, I'm not gonna tell.

- I'm serious.

- I promise. Just follow the girls.

They know what they're doing,

and you don't.

- Woody, anyone on the football team?

- Nobody will know.

Everybody will know.

Three, four.

One, two, three, four.

My bah y He don't talk sweet

Come on, man, you got to commit.

He ain't got much to say

- Come on, commit to the move.

- Don't mess around. Focus.

- Just do it.

- Shake it.

There you go, there you go.

- Feel it.

- Show me what you got.

Good, good. More hips.

But I don't really mind

- Less hips. Less hips.

- A little less.

Every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer!

Let's hear it for the boy

And we're jumping. And we're jumping.

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

You know you gotta understand

He's getting it a little bit.

Maybe he's no Romeo

But he's my lovin' one man show

Jump, jump!

Let's hear it for the boy

C'mon, just bounce, Willard.

Get gangsta with it. Just bounce.

Gangsters don't dance, we bounce.

Come on, Willard, get gangsta.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey! What's up, man?

You want some?! Come get some!

Hey, we were just dancing, man.

- Can I help you with something?

- You guys got city records down here?

Like local ordinances?

Anything like that?

What do you want with those?

I wanna read them. Isn't that what you

do in libraries other than get stoned?

Let's move that ball

down the field! Now!

Two! Forty-two!

Willard!

What the hell are you doing, boy?

Give me two laps right now.

You move it! Now!

Yeah! C'mon!

Go, Willard! Go, Willard!

Go, Willard! Go Willard!

Nice.

Hey. Was that a three-pointer or a two?

That was a no-pointer.

Getting names

on this petition is one thing,

but trying to write this speech...

I'm just having a hard time with it.

I saw you enlisted my daughters

in your campaign.

- I'm sorry about that.

- No. No need to apologize.

I think this family could use

a little activism.

What about Uncky Wes?

He seems a little worried.

Well...

Wesley, he is a car salesman trying to

sell cars in the middle of a recession.

So he's all about worry.

Why is this dance so important?

When my dad left...

I wasn't really surprised. You know?

I never really felt like

I could depend on the guy anyways.

It was just me and Mom, you know?

She was the strong one.

And then she got sick,

and it was my turn to be strong.

I thought if I worked really hard,

and listened to the doctors

and did everything they told me to do,

maybe we could turn it around.

Maybe she'd get better.

But she didn't.

All that hard work,

I couldn't change anything.

But with this...

I'm thinking I could do something.

I could do something

for myself this time,

and maybe have a shot

at making a change.

You know?

That's all I want... is a shot.

Otherwise, I'm just going to disappear,

like everyone else.

Can I see that petition, please?

You got my vote, Ren MacCormack.

Your momma would be proud.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

Well, you ain't telling me anything

I don't already know.

I got eyes and ears. Yeah.

Well, I thought

I should tell you myself.

Yeah.

First you're into race car drivers,

now you're into dancing gymnasts?

You crack me up.

You know, I seen the way

you've been looking at him.

Just waiting for the

right moment to dumb down,

and wrap those skinny little

legs around him.

I'm so sick of you

treating me like dirt!

Hey.

Is that what I've been doing?

Just treating you like another pit-row

hussy, we screw on the weekends?

I thought that's what you

came here to be.

You know what?

Being a preacher's daughter don't give

you a free pass on acting like a slut.

Ariel...

You walk your ass back home to Daddy!

I treated you decent!

Better than you deserve!

I don't need this sh*t.

I was about done with you anyway!

You son of a b*tch!

Stop! Stop! What are...

Crazy b*tch!

Don't touch me!

Vi's in there with her.

You're OK, baby.

Just don't worry, my angel.

That son of a b*tch.

Careful, Daddy, you're in church.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me.

Did Ren MacCormack do this to you?

- Answer me!

- Let's keep calm.

- We don't even know what happened.

- Our daughter has been assaulted, Vi.

I'm calling the police.

I want him in handcuffs.

I can see how that works for you,

just blame everything on Ren.

Just like you blamed

everything on Bobby.

What?

Bobby spent his whole life

trying to make you proud.

He made good grades.

He went to church every Sunday,

and God help him

because he made one mistake?

Now nobody remembers

the good things about Bobby,

all they remember is that damn accident!

Why don't we have a school dance?

It's because of Bobby!

Why do we have this stupid curfew?

Because of Bobby!

Bobby's to blame for all this bullshit!

Lower your voice, talk in a civil tone.

- Let's not do this here.

- Why? Isn't this my church? Isn't it?!

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