School of Rock Page #8

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- Well, what's the project, Summer?|- It's prestigious.

A win will go on our permanent record.

You might as well tell them,|Mr. Schneebly.

OK, look. I've gotten to know your kids|the past few weeks. They're awesome.

Zack is an insane guitarist.|He's the next Hendrix, and he's 10.

And Gordon here, he's a genius!

He did a whole professional light show|on his computer in three days. And...

And Marta here, she's... C

She can hit an A above high C.|Did you know that?

Because that's tough.|Not many singers can do that. And...

Summer is gonna be the first woman|president of the United States.

She could run this year.|I would vote for her.

Look, they're just really cool kids.|If they were mine, I would be so proud.

And I am proud,|just to even know them. And...

Sir, can I see you in the hall|for a moment?

Let me just say|a couple more things. n

- What's going on?|- What's happening?

Apparently, that man|is not Ned Schneebly.

- What?|- What?

- This man is Ned Schneebly.|- He's not even a teacher.

- You called the cops?|- She did. She got it out of me. Sorry.

- You're apologizing to him?|- Sorry.

Ned.

Ned, is this true?e

Who are you?

My name is Dewey Finn.

And, no, I'm not a licensed teacher,|but I have been touched by your kids.

And I'm pretty sure I've touched them.

- What?|- Oh, my God.

- I have nothing to say to you.|- Me either.

OK. I'm going to bed.

It's one thing to throw|your life away,

but to put Ned in jeopardy|is selfish.

You told me to be like Ned|and get a job.

I told you to be like Ned,|I didn't tell you to be Ned.

- You're not gonna apologize?|- You apologize for calling the cops.

I didn't murder anybody.|I wanted to play a great show.

- I was this close.|- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Would you both just cut it out|for one second?

Look, I'm sorry, dude.|I was desperate.

It was easy for you to give up music.

- It ain't easy for me.|- It wasn't easy for me.

I miss it.

Well, then why'd you give it up?

Because I couldn't keep|kidding myself anymore.

You can blame it all on bad luck,|but in the end,

maybe we just weren't that good.

Sometimes you gotta know|when to quit.

- Right, maybe I suck.|- That's not what I said.

Well, music is my life, man.|What do you want me to do?

I don't know, but... e

...I think it's time you moved out.

Sorry. p

- So his name wasn't Mr. Schneebly?|- No, it was, like, Dewey something.

What about the project?

Wake up, Marco,|there was no project.

He wanted us to play a show|so we could make money.

I can't believe we weren't graded.

Why are you bummed?|We had a three-week vacation.

It was a waste of time,|but it was better than school.

- It was not a waste of time.|- Yeah, that's what it was.

- Then you're an idiot.|- Hey, shut up.

- No, you shut up.|- You want to go?

Touch him, I'll shove those sticks|down your throat.

Mr. S was cool. We worked too long|and too hard not to play the show.

OK, so what are|we supposed to do?

We get out of here|and play the damn show.

How could you let our kids|be exposed to this impostor?

- Do you just let anyone teach here?|- I pay $15,000...

Let me assure you that nothing|is more important to us

than for you to feel your children|are in a safe and secure environment.

- OK, we're all here.|- Where's Mr. Schneebly?

He didn't tell you? He's at home.|We need to pick him up.

Let's go, hurry.

Excuse me.|Just one second, please.

- Excuse me.|- Wait a minute. Where are you going?

- We want some answers, now!|- Just one second!

Where did they go?|Help! Children?

Wake up.

- How'd you guys get in here?|- Front door was open.

Why aren't you in school?I

We did what you said.|We stuck it to The Man.

Forget about what I told you.|Look, I'm a loser, OK?

You listen to my advice,|you'll end up like me, with nothing.

Come on, man, quit goofing around.|This is serious business.

We're on a mission. One great show|can change the world.

Look out the window. o

- Mr. S! Come down!|- Come on!

No way. That is so punk rock. w

The dining-room table seats 14,|with no inserts...

- What's going on?|- We've got some rocking to do.

- Yes!|- All right.

- Hi, Mr. Schneebly.|- How's it going?

You guys, all I can say is,|let's rock.

One more thing.|I want to say I'm sorry...

...that I used you guys.

I'm sorry I lied.

- It's not cool to lie to your band.|- Come on.

We'll be late. There's no time|for apologies. Let's go!

All right. Let's go.

- Where are you going?|- I'm going to the show.

- You want to go?|- Yeah, I want to go.

- You're serious?|- I don't want to miss this, Patty.

Unbelievable. After everything|he's done to you?

That is so typical, Ned. When will you|stop being a pushover?

When are you finally gonna start|sticking up for yourself?

Excuse me. w

Excuse me.

I've just been informed|that all of your children are missing.

- So...|- What?

- Hey.|- Can I help you?

We're competing.|We're the School of Rock.

- You and the kids?|- We're the band and crew.

- You'd better get in here.|- Come on.

- We're here.|- You're late. You're up next.

- OK, we'll be ready. Come on.|- Zack, check this out.

- Whoa, it's awesome.|- Tears I can find on my own

I'll take you there

I'll never...

Don't listen to those hacks. Come on.|Band meeting. Now. Gather round.

All right. Frankie, how's security?

- We're set.|- What about the lights?

Light board's up in the balcony.|I'll patch it up.

Billy, how's beautification?

- Are you kidding?|- OK, listen up, you guys,

we only have one song to let|these guys know who we are.

- So I think we should play Zack's.|- But why?

- I mean, really?|- Yes.

The thing is, you guys,|I ain't that good.

I'm not. I can admit it. But you're 10,|and you're better than me.

Your song rocks harder,|so let's play it.

But you know what?|That's just one guy's opinion.

This ain't my band, it's our band.|We all have a say.

We haven't practiced that one|as much. I mean, we might not win.

Hey, we didn't come here to win.|We came here to play one great show.

And on Zack's song,|you guys really rock.

You know my vote,|who else is with me?

All right, let's pray.

God of rock, thank you|for this chance to kick ass.

We are your humble servants.|Please give us the power

to blow minds with|our high-voltage rock.

- In your name, we pray. Amen.|- Amen.

Now let's get out there|and melt some faces!

- Yeah!|- Go get ready.

- You gotta sing it.|- Are you sure? It's your song.

- Yeah, it's cool, I'm no singer.|- OK, I'll sing it.

- Yeah?|- What about the lights?

All the cues are to the other song. e

You're just gonna have to feel it.|You gotta improvise.

You know this song,|I know you can do it.

- OK.|- Go. Run like the wind!

- Hey.|- What's this?

You wanted to go with the uniform,|so put it on. Quick.

Hear my heartsick, hungry cry

I'm heartsick

So heaI me

I'm heartsick

I'm hungry|Thought I could survive on you

Hear my heartsick, hungry cry

- Slow down.|- My son is...

- Where's your ticket?|- My son's in there, he's 10.

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