Save the Last Dance Page #3

Synopsis: Sara wants to be a ballerina, but her dreams are cut short by the sudden death of her mother. She moves in with her father, who she has not seen for a long time. He lives on the other side of town, in a predominantly Black neighborhood. She gets transferred to a new school where she is one of the few White students there. She becomes friends with Chenille, and later, falls in love with Chenille's brother, Derek.
Genre: Drama, Music, Romance
Director(s): Thomas Carter
  6 wins & 8 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Metacritic:
53
PG-13
Year:
2001
112 min
1,069 Views


- It's just a beer.

- It should be the best beer.

But you'd know that if you even drank.

Whatever.

What does that mean, whatever?

Whatever you want it to mean.

You're the genius, you know everything.

Not everything. I don't know

why we're still standing here.

I'm supposed to be dizzy

by now, remember?

From all the circles

you danced around me.

I don't feel like dancing right now.

- But you know how?

- Would I be here if I didn't?

Let's do it, then, come on.

Come on.

Cross front, cross front.

That's it. That's it, you've got it.

Cross front, cross front.

- Sh*t!

- I'm sorry.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Damn, Nikki,

she all up and you're not.

Up in your nut and cracking it.

What she doing, 2-step?

I don't care what she's doing,

that b*tch ain't got sh*t on me.

- Who?

- He's right there.

I'll take care of him.

Don't be dealing in here.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Now I tell you! Do you hear me?

Do you think this is a game, man?

Kai!

Get off. Get off. Let's go.

Chill.

Get off. I'm all right.

Move, move, move. Keep going.

I've gotta find my brother.

Derek! Derek!

It's about to get real out there.

Cops and sh*t, I'm gone.

All right, girl. Derek!

Derek! What the...

Go!

Go. Let's go.

Are you crazy?

What's wrong with you, Derek?

You need to leave Malakai alone.

Let that scrub handle his own mess.

Scramble the CD,

I ain't trying to hear that sh*t.

I live five blocks that way.

I'm gonna go home. I'll see you later.

Not alone in this neighbourhood.

Too many boys thinking they're thugs.

- I'll walk you.

- No, don't worry about me.

- I said I'll walk you.

- What about you?

We live right around the corner.

- I'll be home in a minute.

- All right.

So, you was working it tonight, girl.

Yeah, right. Slammin'.

Later!

Come on, Braveheart.

Maybe you want to hook up sometime?

After school, work on your moves?

- If you want.

- Yeah, sure. If you want.

So how did you like Steps

once you got used to the music?

It wasn't the music

I had to get used to.

It's not the first time

I've heard hip hop.

I bet you listen to it all the time.

Are we closer to your crib or do we

have to stop for food and water?

- We passed it.

- You passed it.

- Thank you for walking me home.

- Thanks like "I had a great time"?

Or "I'll bust a cap in your ass

if you ever darken my doorstep again"?

No. I would never...

bust a cap in your ass.

Just checking.

So are you here? You're home?

I'll see you.

See you at school.

See you.

Thank you for the dance.

Morning.

You scared me. I didn't know

you were home, I didn't see your car.

Yeah, the night's full of surprises.

I had a big one myself

when I came home on my break.

Where were you, Sara?

- I was just out with some friends.

- I just missed half a night's work.

- Hope you had fun.

- I did. I had a great time.

Look... You're seventeen years old.

If you want to go out, go out.

But don't sneak around,

and don't make me worry about you.

Now you're worried about me, now I'm

old enough to take care of myself?

The rules about going out

are very simple, Sara.

I want to know where and when,

and I want you home at a decent hour.

- End of discussion!

- Fine, end of discussion. Relax.

All right, lesson one.

Hip-hop is more than a dance.

It's more like an attitude.

You gotta loosen up so you can

feel all the flow through you.

So just stay right here.

What is this? Bring your feet

out like this. Spread.

- All right?

- Yes.

Just hang loose.

Be strong like a tree.

Left, right, left, right...

Break this down with me, come on.

You sitting down

for tea or something?

Get up.

Sit like you're chilling.

You do it. Sit down.

Now we're just gonna walk.

Something simple. Just like this.

Now you try.

Just relax. Let it be natural.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Dig into the move with the balls

of your feet instead of your toes.

Bend your knees.

Slouch a little bit.

Just like you're a nasty b*tch.

Now watch. Check it.

Got that? It's the same beat,

but then you split it up.

Freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze...

- Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce...

- I am such a dork!

- Now I'm cool?

- You're almost there.

Yeah, you got that.

- Sure it's okay that we came here?

- It is now.

If we're gonna keep doing it, we have

to find someplace else to practise.

Did you always want to be a doctor?

- Who said I want to be a doctor?

- Chenille... everybody.

Well, you know... I want to be a doctor,

but I've got to get into college first.

What kind of doctor?

A paediatrician. I like kids.

Do you have any?

No. Do you?

I wasn't trying to be smart, Derek.

- Wouldn't be the first time.

- Screw you, I'm brilliant. And cool.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Wow.

That was cute.

Can you show me again?

What was that sh*t you just did?

Rond de jambe attitude. Ballet.

- I used to dance.

- You used to dance?

As in don't any more and no,

I don't want to talk about it.

You did that rond de jambe sh*t

'cause you don't want to talk about it?

It's really not a big deal.

I think it is.

This club was so slammin', Lindsay -

the dancing. I'm gonna go again.

You are? Have you seen

anybody get shot yet?

No, I didn't see anyone get shot yet.

God, I didn't move to Bosnia.

I'm still gonna pray for you.

Jesus, you're in the ghetto.

Forget about the drive-bys. How

are you supposed to meet anybody?

I did actually meet somebody, I think.

I met this guy and he's really cool.

They got white guys at your school?

No, actually, they don't.

Shut up! Look at me. I want my money.

Shut up! Quit crying, man.

- I'll pay you next week.

- You've already smoked it.

- I don't have any.

- You better find it from somewhere.

Hey, hey, stop it!

Come here!

Where do you think you're going?

B*tch!

You ain't seen nothing,

so don't say nothing to nobody.

- I stole a bike here once.

- Why did you do that?

- Because I didn't have one.

- Okay, good reason.

It's not a reason. I just

used to do wild sh*t like that.

- With Malakai?

- Yeah.

I don't get you two.

You seem so different.

- We're not.

- I think you are.

I mean, come on.

Malakai is scary. Very scary.

What do you mean by scary?

The guy's tough. He has to be.

- He's got a good heart. I know him.

- Maybe you only think you know him.

Malakai may not be the boy next door,

but he's still my boy.

He does some sh*t

that I'm not down with, but...

I ain't never gonna completely

cross him off like everybody else.

You're not down with the stuff

he does, but with him? I understand...

He's my friend, Sara.

You don't have to understand.

Listen, me and him

got into some bad sh*t a while back.

Broke into a liquor store

and cracked open a cash register.

Somebody peeped us and called 5-0,

and we barely made it out.

The cops were on our asses,

so we ran different ways.

I must've been going the wrong way,

because the cops were closing in.

So Malakai smashed some car windows,

set off the alarms

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Duane Adler

Duane Adler is an American screenwriter, director, and producer. He is best known for his work on romantic dance films Save the Last Dance (2001), Step Up (2006), and Make Your Move (2013). His other screenwriting credits include VH1's telefilm The Way She Moves (2001), Weinstein Co's Make It Happen (2008), Skydance's "Northern Lights," and Fox Atomic's Venice Beach.Duane Adler is president of Hungry Yak Productions and partner in Connect Entertainment. more…

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