Gracie Page #3

So are we gonna do this?

Let's do this.

Just relax.

Stop.

Hey, you're the one

who brought me out here.

I mean,

look what you're wearing.

Stop.

Hey. I told you

a Bowen can't go all the way.

You're way out

of your league, sweetheart.

You owe me 20 bucks, Curt.

Yeah, whatever.

Oh, my God.

Bryan.

Did anyone tell you

why we're here?

Mr. Bowen? Lindsay.

Your daughter Grace,

on her last History exam...

copied word for word

from Jena Walpen's paper.

I hated to do it,

but I had to fail her.

Both girls are on probation.

Goal! Goal!

Why is Peter here?

I think the boys wanted

someone to practice with.

Oh, yeah!

Yes! Oh! Yes!

Would you like to go

with me on Saturday?

I thought

we could get you a trim...

get the hair off your face.

I like my hair.

But, honey,

nobody can see you.

We could go to the mall

and get you some new tops.

I don't like the clothes

they have there.

Okay. Anything you want.

You choose.

Honey, what is going on?

I'm just busy.

Well, with what?

A boy? Kyle?

Just things, you know.

I don't know.

That's why I'm asking.

We saw

Principal Enright today.

Grace, you flunked History.

So what, I'm grounded?

Uh, sh... well...

Uh, I didn't say that.

Well, not yet anyway.

Well, let me know when

you decide on something.

What's going on?

Do I have to check

your homework every night?

Good boy.

If you're gonna act like a kid,

that's how I'll treat you.

Show me your homework.

- Didn't do it.

- Do it now.

Can't.

Didn't bring my books home.

You're grounded.

Come straight home from school.

And if your grades

don't come up, summer school.

I want to do something

I've never done before.

Really?

Something you've

never done before.

I can think of a few things.

I want to do 'em all at once,

right now.

Come on. Go.

Come on.

You got a license?

Yeah.

Right here. My mom's.

Let's go. Come on.

Shh! Shh!

Right here. Come on.

Bye, boys.

#I don't want

to know your name #

#'Cause you don't

look the same #

#The way you did before #

#Fox on the run #

#You scream #

#And everybody comes

a-running #

#Take a run

and hide yourself away #

Enough sun.

Let's go to the club.

#Once I had a love,

and it was a gas #

#Soon turned out #

What college you go to?

Up in Boston.

Oh, cool. Which one?

I want to go dance.

You want to come dance with me?

All right.

#Once I had a love,

and it was divine #

He majors in astrology

so he can read girls' hands.

Like, you know, like...

#Seemed like the real thing,

but I was so blind #

Like this is

your love line.

It goes all the way up and...

I'll be right back.

Okay.

#In between

what I find is pleasing #

#And I'm feeling fine #

#Love is so confusing #

#There's no peace of mind

if I fear I'm losing you #

#It's just no good

you teasing like you do #

#Ooh-ooh, oh-oh #

#Ooh-ooh, oh-oh #

So you're from Beantown?

Yeah. Yeah.

I've been there a lot actually.

I go to college there.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

BBC.

BBC?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. How old are you?

I'm old enough.

Yeah. I don't... I don't

think this is a good idea.

Let's go back.

No. Come on.

I have a car.

#Ooh-hoo, Jackie Blue #

#Making wishes

that never come true #

#Going places

where you've never been #

#Ooh, Jackie,

you're going again #

Come on, baby.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Gracie. Gracie.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Gracie, get out of the car.

Who's that?

Out, out. Get out.

Where's my shirt?

Come on, punk.

Get packing.

Gracie, come on out.

Right now.

Gracie, you all right?

Oh, yeah. She's fine.

I owe you one, Sal.

You can stop

acting like you care.

Nobody can see you.

You're just lucky

you didn't get hurt.

Gracie, what the hell

were you thinking?

Do you really want to have

this conversation?

I do.

Then talk.

Come on, Dad.

Gracie, get up. Come on.

Get dressed.

Two feet on the floor.

Let's go.

Dad.

Don't make me get the ice water.

Go away.

You want to talk?

This is me talking.

I can't do anything

about the weight room.

Grace wants to play

varsity soccer.

That's terrific.

Really great, but Columbia

doesn't have a girls' team.

That's why she's trying out

for the boys' team.

- No, I'm not.

- Grace.

You can't play a girl

on a boys' team.

There's no law against it.

There's no law for it.

She could get injured.

So what?

Look.

I'm not risking the success

of my team for one girl.

I've got the team this year

to win the whole thing.

Well, maybe she can

help you do it.

Have you seen her play?

Coach, we're not asking

for any special treatment.

Just a tryout. She can

either do it or she can't.

It's not my call. Take it up

with the school board.

What the hell was that?

You wanted to play,

let's petition the board.

Like you care.

You take summer school

in the morning...

train with me

in the afternoon.

Tryouts are in two months,

you know.

Why now?

Where were you

when I was begging you?

Where have you been

my entire freakin' life?

Everything's always been

about Johnny, about your boys.

You don't even care about me

because I'm not one of 'em.

- Oh, come on, Gracie.

- Shut up!

Hey, you can't talk

to me like that.

Listen, you think anybody

got better on their own?

I coached Johnny.

Johnny was a natural.

Johnny was a boy!

You know, I never had

anybody care about me.

Nobody ever gave me

their damn time.

My knee's killing me.

Grace, I don't know if

you are good enough, but...

let me help you.

Here.

The school board letter.

You write this?

Yeah. You sign it, too.

The sooner we mail it,

the sooner they say yes.

Those boys are gonna

try and take you out.

They're gonna go after you.

So I'll teach you how to

take it, how to give it back.

It's mental

as much as it is physical.

First, we work on speed,

toughness...

then we work with the ball.

You want to do this?

Let's go.

- Tired?

- No.

'Cause if you want

to take a break.

- No. You?

- You seem a little sluggish.

I'm just taking it easy on you.

Gracie.

Dad.

Not done.

Really fast speed now.

Double up. That's it.

That's it.

Get your knees up.

Dad's training her

for the boys' team.

They're both delusional.

Go, go, go, go.

Faster feet. Like this.

My God,

I think I'm gonna puke.

So puke.

Finish your suicides.

You owe me four more.

You jerk.

Hundred and fifty dollars.

You know, your paychecks haven't

been going into the account.

Have you been cashing them?

I quit my job.

What?

You didn't even

talk to me about it?

Where have you been going?

I just couldn't tell you.

Something will turn up.

What are we gonna live on?

I'm not gonna lose

another child.

Forty-seven.

Forty-eight.

Forty-nine.

All right. Chin-up.

- What?

- Let's go.

All right, give me ten.

Did Johnny do ten?

At least. Let's go.

One.

Two.

Check the pot pie

in about twenty minutes.

Where are you going, Mom?

My other job.

Ask your father.

'Cause I'm not working...

she picked up a couple

extra shifts at the hospital.

Let's go.

Come on.

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