Pump Up the Volume Page #6

you're sitting in it.

We should get going.

I don't want to be late.

Come on, Mark.

It's your father's big meeting.

Good evening.

On behalf of myself...

and the staff

of Hubert Humphrey High...

I would like to thank you

for turning out in such numbers.

I congratulate you

on your concerns.

Now, before we begin...

I would like to introduce

our new school commissioner...

fresh from several

educational triumphs...

on the East Coast--

Brian Hunter.

Before I introduce

the rest of our speakers--

Excuse me, Mrs. Creswood.

Can we just skip

the preliminaries...

and find out what you're

doing about all this?

Well,

when I introduce Mr. Deaver...

he'll talk about

our new 24-hour hotline--

Wait a minute. The kids

who need the most help...

the ones with drug problems...

they don't go in

for stuff like that.

I know kids.

They just want to be happy.

Would you please sit down?

This radio person

is the whole problem.

Are we gonna allow this guy

to be heard...

by anyone who can turn a dial?

Please, one at a time.

I work with teenage gangs

in the city.

I say we go after this guy.

Remove him physically.

Same old rhetoric!

What are you doing--

Please! We can't have

this kind of meeting.

This is not the way--

You'll all be heard.

I promise.

Brian, this is my meeting.

That's the girl who blew up

her kitchen last night.

My name is Paige Woodward...

and I have something

to say to you people.

People are saying Harry

is introducing bad things...

and encouraging bad things.

lt seems to me these things

were already here.

Please go and sit.

My God,

why don't you people listen?

He's trying to tell you

there's something wrong...

with this school.

Paige--

Half the people here

are on probation of some kind.

We're all really scared

to be who we really are.

I am not perfect.

l've just been going through

the motions of being perfect...

and inside, I am screaming!

Paige, you were a model student.

Why won't you listen?

Let's hear what she has to say!

Paige, I want to hear

what you have to say.

Do you know who he is?

Are you prepared to do

anything he says?

Can you hear me?

Don't listen to them!

Don't listen to any of them!

Stay on!

Has this affected

your school work?

Stand hard!

What do your parents

think about this?

Are you on drugs?

Talk hard!

I got a lot of homework.

I'm gonna take off, all right?

I know why you're

really going home.

'Cause you want to listen

to that show tonight, don't you?

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Those your letters?

You having fun?

Here. I took some of these

off the wall for you.

I mistakenly thought

you might want them.

Thanks.

So I guess you're not

going on tonight.

Brilliant.

Is this all just a game to you?

You can't just shout "fire"

in a theater and walk out.

You have a responsibility to

the people who believe in you.

What is this?

Come on, say something.

Say anything!

Open your mouth and say...

"Get the hell out of here,

b*tch."

I can't.

You can't what?

I can't talk.

Sure you can talk.

I can't talk to you!

I got a letter from

this guy who has a problem.

He can't talk.

I mean, he can talk,

but never when he wants to--

not to girls, not to people.

What did they say, around FM 92?

I can't believe

it's as bad as they say.

He just opened up his mouth,

and nothing came out.

Then this jerk finds somebody

that he likes...

which is probably the worst

thing that can happen...

to a person that can't talk.

I don't know

what to tell this guy...

because lately,

every time I give advice...

the fit hits the shan.

So...

I don't know. Maybe the...

best thing to do is just...

turn around...

face the music...

and try to talk.

F***.

Damn it. Coming!

It's just us.

We want to come in for a minute.

Just give me a second here!

Two seconds!

Mark, unlock the door.

Mark, can you hear us?

We want to come in for a minute.

Open the goddamn door!

On my way!

Your mother and I have been

out there for five minutes.

What the hell are you doing

in here?

I was just reading.

Oh, come on, Mark.

We heard you.

We heard you talking, all right?

Yeah. I was reading aloud.

Oh, come on. You really

expect us to believe that?

OK, I'll tell you the truth.

He was talking to me.

Hi. I'm Nora Diniro.

Nice to meet you.

How do you do?

I was afraid you'd be mad

I interrupted Mark's homework.

Oh, no. Not at all.

You don't know how happy

we are to meet you.

Yeah. Really.

Well, listen, I gotta go...

but it was really nice

to have met you.

Bye, Mark.

You don't have to go.

It's all right.

Mark, she doesn't have to go.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You've been a bad dog,

haven't you?

You know, for a second there...

we actually thought you were

that crazy DJ character.

Maybe he's not that crazy, Dad.

Right. Very funny.

Go get her. Come on.

That's my idea of homework.

Sorry about that, folks.

Technical difficulties.

Happens all the time

in professional radio.

Who do we have out there

tonight?

The usual band of

teenage malcontents?

I certainly hope so...

'cause Hard Harry's feeling

kind of rude tonight.

And she's so pretty, too.

She sure is.

That little lech.

Well, like father, like son.

I feel good!

Damn!

Well, well, the big news.

Emergency PTA meeting

to discuss yours truly!

Yes, all of the professionals

have come out...

to talk about little old me...

and now they've all

run home to tune in...

and listen to what they've

all been talking about.

They say I am deluded...

demented...deranged!

Well, guess what I say!

So be it!

Rise up in the cafeteria...

and stab them

with your plastic forks!

I say flogging and flagellation

for Miss Creswood!

She gets a hundred lashes

for every single kid...

that she has hounded

out of that f***ing place!

I say down with

all guidance counselors!

Make them work for a living!

I can't stay away from this man!

I gotta give him another call!

Here I come, Deav.

Hotline.

Believe it or not, we care.

Hi, Believe lt or Not,

this is Hard Harry...

and I would like the pleasure

of speaking with Mr. Deaver.

Just a moment.

I'll see if he's available.

I love it.

They just put me on hold.

I'm waiting for you.

You can run,

but you cannot hide, Mr. Deaver.

Waitin' for the Deav.

Hello, my young friend.

You're in on it,

right, Mr. Deaver?

It's all over, son.

This phone call

has been traced...

and whoever you are,

you're history.

Well...

So be it.

Hallelujah.

Sh*t.

Don't just sit there, man. Run!

Don't worry about me.

I'm all right.

See, I'll bet

what's happening out there...

is that the police are busting

some poor little old couple...

unknowingly supplying me

with my phone feed.

There's a phone line

coming into the shed here.

There's the transmitter...

which means the receiver

could be in any house...

within a thousand yards

of here.

I am everywhere.

I am inside each and every

single one of you.

Just look in,

and I will be there...

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