Pitch Perfect 2 Page #5

Courtship and chivalry I'll

take you to a nice hot meal.

And I'll tip the waiter.

My God, stop! Stop!

What was that, yo?

Not how we play the game.

You think you're a better

lyricist than Sir Mix-a-Lot,

a man who was knighted by Queen?

You know the band Queen? Yes.

No, sir, I do not.

I just... I couldn't help it.

I caught a glimpse of an angel.

I got inspired.

Well, you're going to hell.

Because, Treblemakers, you gone!

You gone!

Bye-bye. Sorry.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Four left.

Let's take a look

at the next category!

Country love!

Lam all about this!

Nobody in this room has loved

more tender than I have.

Please pick us.

Let me have it.

- Let us have it. Let the world have it.

- Yeah!

I would give it to him.

All right, then. Well, why

don't we start with you?

Tone Hangers, you're up.

You're up.

CLAY MATTHEWS'. What'?

All right, I got this.

I got this. I got this.

This is my jam!

How about them Cowboys?

Come on, man.

I got nothing. Come on!

God damn it!

I got nothing, guys!

DON NY BARCLAY; What?

- I'm sorry.

- You blew it.

Man, you are such

a dis-a-ca-pointment.

Reginald Wilson

Moncrieff Matthews IV,

what on God's green one

are you doing?

I had my mind on those

42 G's at D and B's.

I'm afraid you've kissed

that goodbye. No!

- Green Bay Packers...

- No, no, no!

- You gone!

- No!

Let's see what

the next category is!

Yes!

I was his personal assistant!

Unfair! WOMAN:
Come on.

Yes, yep. We got this.

Yeah, we got this.

Get in there.

Okay, then why don't we start

with you, Das Sound Machine?

Is that John Mayer?

That

doesn't deserve a "boo."

I killed that!

Explain for everyone,

because it sounds like

you're implying

that John Mayer and

Tina Turner are having...

Yeah.

Get them out! Get them out!

I don't know if I believe him.

I'm telling the truth!

Tone Hangers,

YOU gone!

Two! We have our final two!

Now we have a showdown!

All right, come on in.

Let's do this

face-off style. Okay.

Let's take a look, see what

your final category is.

'90s hip-hop jams!

Okay, y'all, take a

second to think about it.

Time's up! Go!

I got all I need

when I got you and I

'Cause I look around me

and see a sweet life.

I'm stuck in the dark

but you're my flashlight.

What?

You're getting me, getting me

through the night

I'm sorry.

What '90s hip-hop jam

is that again?

Um...

More like a 21st century jam.

That's it. Yeah. I wrote it.

Just stay calm.

You're saying it's an original?

Yes, I'm saying

it's an original.

Boo!

Go home, little girl!

Our jam is covers!

We spit on originals!

What is your name?

Emily.

I hate you.

In light of this embarrassing

and unprofessional information,

lam forced to declare...

I'm sorry, guys-

- Das Sound Machine is the winner!

- Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, did you really write that?

You shouldn't have

done that, Emily.

Now DSM thinks that

they have the drop on us.

I'm sorry. I panicked.

I understand if you want me to

crawl under a rock and die.

Hey, we don't want...

Hey, we don't want that.

Hey, Bec's,

let's go meet the Green Bay Packers.

Okay.

Boo!

I'm just kidding. Would you

like to have sex later?

No!

So that's a "no," then?

Because with the wink,

and that's what...

It's 100% no!

I want it! Give me!

Dax. I swear, if this kid

was not my nephew...

Hey, I know you're crazy busy,

but have you had a chance

to check out those demos?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I did.

This dead air between us

is a good sign.

Look,

you got a great ear,

you proved that in the booth,

and I was super excited

to hear what else you had

and what you gave me

was more mash-ups.

That's sort of what I do.

Listen, Reggie. Is it "Reggie"?

"Beca."

Um, that happens a lot, though.

You'd be surprised.

Okay.

Here's the thing.

Um, any kid with ears

and a laptop can do that.

Dax can do that.

All right? Right.

So that's fine

if you want a career

deejaying raves

out in the desert.

But if you want to write "music

producer" on your tax forms someday,

then you've gotta have an original voice.

Do you understand?

You've gotta show me

what you have.

Right now, what I have is a

demo with mash-ups on it.

Yeah, yeah.

I got lots of stuff to say.

I'm just saving it all up.

Look...

What is it? "Beca"? Beca.

Okay, yeah.

So, you're an intern,

and everybody else

in here is an intern.

You're talented, everybody

else in here is talented.

So what the hell makes you special?

Do you know what I mean?

That's good.

So what I'm gonna do is I'm

gonna give you one more shot

to show me who you are

as an artist. Okay?

Do not waste it.

No, sir, will not waste it.

I really hope you don't,

for your sake.

'Cause I would hate to think

that singing covers in an a

cappella group is all you can do.

Please replace the paper towels.

Hey, it's Jesse. Text me.

Hey, it's me. Um...

Hey, so you might not be able

to hear this message,

because, it turns out,

I have nothing to say.

Um...

That's music industry speak

for "I suck."

You're definitely

asleep right now.

That's cool.

Text me when you're up.

Hey-

What?

A girl can't say

she's going to grab

a smoothie and return

14 hours later?

There's nothing

suspicious about that.

Why are you up so late anyways?

Um, I was just

figuring some stuff out.

You're working on the set?

Um...

I'm not working on the set.

I'm just, like...

What?

Nothing. Doesn't matter.

If you did wanna

share something with me,

your best friend,

I'm a great keeper of secrets.

I'm like a safe that locks,

with a key,

and the key is stashed

up my bum. Because...

It's fine.

Forget it. It's all good.

So this has nothing to do with that

internship that you sneak off to?

What?

Um... Come on, Beca.

You know how we do

that thing every month

where I take $20 out of your purse

and you pretend not to notice?

I saw your ID badge in your bag.

Don't be mad.

I'm not mad, actually.

About the badge.

The money, I wanna come back to.

Shh.

Let's just focus on your lie.

Beca,

why didn't you tell us?

Or at least Chloe.

I don't know. Just...

'Cause it's just easier.

There's, like, so much going on,

and Chloe would lose her mind

if she thought my sole focus

wasn't winning Worlds.

Sorry, it's just

now I'm freaking out,

because it turns out,

like, I'm totally

not good enough to

be a music producer.

Which is cool and fun to know

as I enter the rest of my life.

Okay, I'm just gonna

stop you right there.

You're the most

talented person that I know,

and I've met

three of The Wiggles.

Intimately.

Beca, do you know

how awesome you are?

You're Beca effing Mitchell.

Okay?

You're "The Big B.M."

That's you.

And you're awesome!

Do you need some

of my confidence?

'Cause I could maybe

tone mine down a notch.

Yeah, okay.

Then let me rub some out.

Okay.

Wait. Think you need

a bit more.

It comes from there?

Okay. Thank you.

You just need that.

I'm gonna get you

the good stuff now.

No, I don't want

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