Miss Stevens Page #3

what you meant.

Ugh.

What did I mean?

- Is that a teacher question?

- No.

No. You think you know

what I meant. Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Yeah...

You felt like she was

doing the right thing.

Kissing you.

I'm not...

A lesbian.

Not that there is

anything wrong with that.

Sam's gay.

I know.

He came out to me last year.

- It's pretty cool.

- It's cool.

He has

a lot of friends.

He's easy to be around.

I don't really have

a lot of friends.

I don't either.

- You don't?

- Mm-mmm.

I'm... tough.

Me, too. Uh...

How are we talking

about this?

I don't know.

Where were you guys?

You better hope they don't

kick you out of the competition.

What is he talking about?

Rehearsals.

He missed rehearsals.

No, no. He said he didn't

have to be there till--

Billy.

I better go.

Where were you?

I left a note

under your door.

I talked to the front desk.

I didn't get it.

I'm sorry.

You really think they'll

kick him out?

They take things

pretty seriously.

So what did she say?

I'm fine.

Of course you are.

All right.

Welcome to round one.

It's a big day today.

Today we learn what's you,

what's me,

and what's us.

Okay. First up is the group

from Franklin High School.

Uh, let's start with

Margot Jensen.

Hi, I'm Margot Jensen

from Franklin High School.

And today I'll be performing

one of Blanche DuBois'

monologues

from Tennessee Williams'

A Streetcar Named Desire.

When I was 16,

I made the discovery...

Love...

All at once and much,

much too completely.

But I was unlucky.

Okay, okay.

That's okay. That's okay.

We're safe.

Next up we have William Mitman.

Margot?

I'm not here.

I know.

Can I talk to you anyway?

I guess so.

I just want you to know that

it's totally okay to be upset.

That was humiliating.

It was, wasn't it?

Are you supposed

to say that?

Would you rather I lied?

I guess not.

It was humiliating.

And it sucks you worked

so hard and forgot.

But you know what else?

It's gonna be okay.

Not today maybe, or...

Or even tomorrow.

But there will be

a day when this

is okay.

The worst part is I knew

I was gonna be terrible.

Then why'd you do it?

I don't know.

I thought maybe I wasn't

as bad as I thought,

or something

would click today.

But I am just

not a good actress.

Well, what are you good at?

School.

And organizing things.

That's true.

You organized all of this.

And I got Billy to come.

Well, that's great.

He's so talented.

It'll be really good

for the school if he won.

What do you mean?

I think, maybe if he wins,

the school might give some

money back to the arts program

and we could do

a real play again.

The school won't even pay

for this trip.

This is our last chance.

What do you mean

the school wouldn't pay?

Um...

Sam and Billy don't know this,

but my parents paid

for this trip.

I didn't even know.

Will you--

Just please don't tell them.

Of course not.

Maybe that's one

of your gifts, Margot.

And if you're right,

you will be responsible

for bringing the arts

back to our school.

Are your jeans touching

the toilet seat?

Yeah.

Gross.

I'm not gay.

I can't believe

he told you that.

I'm really sorry I missed

your monologues today.

But I'm really proud of

you guys for moving on.

Thanks, Margot.

Yeah, thanks.

I can't wait to

see them tomorrow.

Speaking of which,

I am so nervous.

Aren't you?

I get nervous sometimes.

Remember?

Oh, right. Yeah. Sometimes.

Hey, your food should be

out in a minute.

Sorry for the wait.

Another one? Yes?

Oh, uh, no.

No, thank you.

Can I get

another Diet Coke?

Coming right up.

You should totally give

him your number.

Excuse me?

He's been flirting with you.

No, no.

He has not been.

And even if he has been,

that's not a reason to give your

telephone number to a stranger.

Unless he's cute.

No, that is--

That is not a--

Do you have a boyfriend?

Why are you asking me that?

- So that's a no?

Margot.

- What?

- Seriously?

Leave Rachel alone.

- "Rachel"?

- Wow.

What?

Why did you call me that?

Feels weird to

call you Miss Stevens.

Well, it shouldn't.

It shouldn't feel weird.

We've been spending

so much time together.

As Miss Stevens.

Phones.

- What?

- Phones.

On the table.

People don't like it

when you're having

more than one conversation.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna take a break.

I will see

you guys later.

Where are your kids?

They're in their rooms.

I guess I know what kind of

teacher you are now, don't I?

Hey, look, um...

Ugh!

Last night was, um...

You know, I'm married,

so...

So now you're married?

I'm sorry. I...

You knew I was married.

Right. But now it matters?

Look, um,

the thing is, uh...

All I really want is to

finish my mini Jack Daniels

and maybe this $14 movie.

And then tomorrow,

I'm gonna go home

and get in bed with my wife.

Uh, hang on.

Just a sec. Sorry.

Coming.

Hi.

I'm sorry, Miss Stevens.

It's been a weird

couple of days.

Are you okay?

- What?

- I don't know. You...

No, I'm...

I don't know.

You seem like...

- you're not okay.

- I'm fine.

I brought you something.

'Cause you missed dinner.

- Thought you might be hungry.

- Thank you.

You should go back to your room.

- Okay.

- Okay.

What?

What? My hand...

- Miss Stevens, I can't...

- Billy.

I can't-- I feel an urge

to knock on people's doors.

Billy. Enough, Billy.

Billy!

Billy.

Billy!

Billy!

Go back to your room.

People are trying to sleep.

Billy!

You're right. We shouldn't

be in the hallway.

- We should probably go inside.

- Billy! No--

Ugh! Billy...

What are you doing?

Why are you doing this, Billy?

You love asking that question.

Excuse me?

I'm just jumping on the bed.

Don't be sad.

Don't be sad. Don't be sad.

I'm not.

- Don't be sad.

- I'm not. Billy, I'm not.

Don't be sad. Don't be sad.

- I'm not. I'm not.

- Don't be sad.

Yeah.

That's a good jump.

Excuse me, excuse me.

It's quite cold out here.

Here. Take my sweatshirt.

- No.

- Why?

No.

Thank you.

So...

Do you have a boyfriend, or...

No.

I don't have a boyfriend.

You ever had

your heart broken?

Yeah.

By who?

When my mom died.

You thought I was gonna

tell you a story about...

some horrible guy

who's ruined...

men for me forever?

When?

A year ago.

Tell me about her.

Tell you about her?

How can I...

Um...

How can I tell you

about her?

I don't know, you just...

pick somewhere and start.

And keep going.

You wanna hear

about my mom?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

She... Uh...

She drove a...

blue Volvo station wagon.

And she always listened

to the oldies.

Um...

She was an actress.

She did this...

This big movie when

she was younger, and then...

And then she had me.

It was just the...

It was just the two of us.

And the acting wasn't...

Wasn't enough for two,

so she had to get a real job.

Um...

And then, when I

got old enough, she...

She started doing

plays after work.

And...

And I would go...

I would go watch them.

And there was this, um--

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