Jack Page #8

Shoo-doo, shoo-be-doo

Shoo-doo, shoo-be-doo

Shoo-doo, shoo-be-doo

Shoo-doo, shoo-be-whoa

In the still of the night

- I like you.|- I held you

- You're so different|from a lot of the men I know.|- Held you tight

And do you know|who else likes you?

My Louie. He's a great|judge of character.

I don't know where|he gets it from.

Because, of course, he hates|everybody that I usually go for.

I like a burly guy.

Uh-oh, honey.

Mmm.

I got a good feeling|about you, mister.

The stars were bright above|I remember

I'll hope

And I'll pray

To keep your precious love

- What's the matter?|- I gotta go.|- Why?

Why?

-Your Louie's mom. I gotta go.|-That's what makes it so perfect, honey.

I'm Louie's mom,|and you're Louie's principal.

In the still of the night

- Hey, watch it!|- Hey! Hey! Watch it!|- Whoa! You!

That's the second time tonight.|What, are you stupid?

- All right, all right.|- Whoa, whoa!|- Leave him alone!

Where are you goin', man?|I want an apology!

- I'm sorry.|- No, no, no. That's not|going to be good enough.

- "Sorry."|- Well, I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Jeez, what is it with you?|What? Are you totally hyper|or something? Too much sugar?

What? Do you think|you're pretty smart?

Yeah, I do good in everything|except social studies.

Studies? How'd you like|to study my fist?

Hey, hey, hey!|Leave him alone, a**hole!

- Come on, Mr Powell.|Let's just get out of--|- What's the matter, man?

- You gotta let your girlfriend|here stand up for you?|- Come on. Just let's go.

- You know what your problem is, mister?|- Ignore him.

- You got the "Zackly" disease.|- What's that?

That's where you mouth smells|"zackly" Iike your butt!

Where'd you get that from?|Louis? He always says that.

- Come on. Let's just go.|- And you're a loser!|- Oh, yeah?

- Losers say "what."|- What?|- Loser!

- Rubber, glue, sticks to you! Got him!|- What are you doing?

This guy's very tough!|Stop with this! Let's go!

- I'm a loser, but|you're a son of a b*tch!|- I can't believe you said that!

You cussed!|Oh, you said the "B" word!

Oh, you're gonna get in|so much trouble! You really are!

Trouble?

- Here's some trouble!|- Come on, Principal Powell!

Oh, my God!|Are you okay?

Hey, you all right?

You okay?

- Paulie!|- Huh?|- Paulie!

Oh, don't worry about it.|Happens all the time.

Mr Powell, put your feet|on the marks on the floor.

Now look up at the camera.|Hold the plaque chin high.

Now turn to your right.

Jack Powell.

Your bail's posted, pal.

Come on.

Let's get your stuff here|and you can go.

You've got a library card...

a pocket knife...

Spider-Man watch,|Pez dispenser.

Where's my Pog?

It was the slammer.

Is my mom here?

Oh! Oh, Mr Powell!|Are you okay?

Hey, buddy boy.|Hey, kid!

They were pretty shocked to hear|they arrested the principal,|but they let you go.

- Sorry about tonight.|- Oh, that's okay.

Mmm, boy.

You've got eyes|just like Louis.

So young-looking.

You know, that's|the strangest thing.

What kind|of eye cream do you use...

and can I have about a quart?

Well, it's been a long night.

I'm going to let you|out of my chariot.

- Gotta be going.|- Thanks for taking me home.

Good night, Mr Powell.

- Hey, Mr Woodruff.|- Hey, kid.|- Hi!

- Hi, Mr Woodruff.|- How ya doin', fellas?

- How's the tree house comin'?|- Looks like my room.|You know what that looks like.

We're just hangin',|tryin' to catch Jack.

Jack's still a little tired,|boys, and he's sleeping.

- I'll tell him you came by.|- Give me some skin, boys.

I'll take this up|to Jack for you.

Bye, Mr Woodruff.|Bye, Mrs Powell.

Thank you for coming.

He's been in his room|for two-and-a-half weeks.

Maybe you could|talk to him.

He's very confused.

I think he's realized|how fragile his life is.

You know,|maybe I'm not the answer.

- Maybe he needs|to go back to school--|- He can't go back to school.

That's what started this|in the first place.

We can't risk|his health again.

Jack, Mr. Woodruff's here|to see you.

Here, give me this.|Thank you.

Jack, honey.

Mr Woodruff's here to see you.

So why don't you want me|to teach you any more?

Why do I have to learn stuff|I'm never gonna use?

That isn't why|I'm teaching you, Jack.

I'm teaching you so you'll learn|something new, interesting.

That's all.

I don't care any more.

- Is he sick?|- No, I don't think so.

- Then what's wrong with him?|- Yeah, what's wrong with him?

- He's aging.|- Is he coming back?

- I wish he'd come back.|- So do l.

- Yeah, so do l.|- Hey, we all do.|- Yeah.

What are you doing?

- Going home.|- You be back tomorrow?

- This is yours.|- You can't quit.

I don't consider|myself quitting.

I consider myself|losing a student.

You know why I like|to teach children, Jack?

So I don't get so wrapped up|in being an adult.

So I can remember|that there are other things...

that are important in life.

Like riding a bike...

playing in a tree house,|splashing water with good shoes on.

And you, my friend,|were my most special student.

And, until recently, you were|everything I ever wanted in a student.

You were a shooting star|amongst ordinary stars.

Have you even seen|a shooting star, Jack?

- No.|- Oh, it's--

It's wonderful.|It passes quickly...

but while it's here,|it just lights up the whole sky.

It's the most beautiful thing|you'd ever want to see.

So beautiful|that the other stars...

stop...

and watch.

- You almost never see one.|- Why?

Because they're very rare,|quite rare.

But I saw one.

I did.

I just want to be|a regular star.

Jack, you'll never|be regular.

You're spectacular.

Mr Woodruff?

Eureka.

Yo, Mrs Powell!

Hey, Mrs Powell!

Hey, Jack's mother!

Jack's mother!

Mrs Powell!

Hey, can Jack|come out and play?

I'm sorry, Louis.|He can't.

But why don't you try again|in a couple of days?

Hey, Jack's mother?

- Mrs Powell?|- Mrs Powell!

Can Jack come out and play?

He doesn't want to.

Hey, Jack's mother!

Jack's mother!

Hey, Jack's mother!

Can Jack come out and play?

Girls, I'm sorry.|He doesn't want to.

Can we at least see him|so we'll know that he's alive?

- I told you!|- No, I told you!|- I told you.

I said she wasn't|gonna let us see him--

- No!|- And you said, "Yes, she is. Let's go!"

And I said,|"No, he feels too bad."

That's not true!

- And you said--|- I told you--|- Of course, as always, you say--

I said that--

- Hey, Jack's mother!|- I know. I know.

- Can Jack come out and play?|- Yeah, can he come out and play?

- You are not going to go away, are you?|- Hey, Jack's mother!

- I know what you're doing.|- Yo, Jack! Come on out, man!

- Yeah, come on out!|- Kids, I'm sorry.

I know he misses you, but|he just doesn't want to come out today.

- Hey, guys.|- Try again some other time.|- What's up, Victor?

Mario, Eric!

Hurry up. Come on!

Hey, Jack! Come out and play!

Come on, Jack!|Come on out right now! Come on!

Why won't you come out|and play with us?

Come on, Jack.|Just like old times! Come on, Jack!

- We're all here to see you!|- I miss you at the court, Jack!

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