What Goes Up
CAMPBELL:
In my line of workthere are two cardinal rules.
Tell the truth,
and never, ever become
emotionally involved with
your subject.
The trouble is, you see, all
truths are in fact half true,
like when you
read the newspaper.
It's never just the facts.
There's always judgment.
It goes all the way
back to when Jesus died.
No one really knew
what to think of him,
not until someone put
it on paper and said,
"Here,
here's the gospel truth."
Legends aren't born,
they're written.
And really, that's what we
all do one way or another,
when someone we love dies,
(LUCY CRYING)
and not just anyone,
when it's someone extraordinary,
your own personal Jesus.
Why not? A hero.
When they up and die,
we're left with nothing.
Nothing but the task.
Make them immortal.
(CAT SCREECHING)
Only a magnificent epitaph
will grant eternal life,
and it's up to us,
the ones left behind,
to write it
however we see fit.
# Rockets away, my boys
Rockets away
# Into the air we soar
and in a blaze of glory ever #
CAMPBELL:
This is 1986,a few days before
the whole Challenger
Space Shuttle mishap.
...for soon-to-be teacher
in space, Christa McAuliffe.
This is her hometown.
Proud, overjoyed.
For a few more days,
at any rate.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(BAND PLAYING)
And in the same town, this very
same week, another teacher died.
Their teacher.
They were the unteachable,
the outcasts, the freaks,
the future fuckups
of America,
and they loved him back.
Well, most of them did.
Before their story
collided with mine,
there was another hero
who left this world,
my world, New York City,
three weeks earlier.
I was a newspaper reporter,
and like most, I was a cynic,
but I secretly yearned
to be proved wrong.
MAN:
Hey, Babbitt, nice article.
Thank you.
To believe in something,
someone.
And once you're a believer,
well, what's to say?
It's very potent stuff.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Perfect.
She was witness to a murder, so
I couldn't use her real name.
I called her Angela,
because Angela saw the face
of the boy who killed her son.
She saw his shock and pain.
"The fullness of his action
coming down on his adolescent face,
"still just a child himself."
I painted her as a hero,
and she was.
I just don't know what she
My baby.
I never got
the chance to ask.
(GAS HISSING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(ANGELA COUGHING)
CAMPBELL:
No, no, no!(GLASS SHATTERING)
(TYPING)
CAMPBELL:
I didn't really lie.All right, f*** it. I lied.
I kept her alive doing the things
I thought she should have done.
I went a bit overboard, perhaps,
but this is what we do.
You want them to live on,
turn the life into a legend.
Your latest,
it's a little baroque.
I'm going to tone it down.
Don't f***ing touch it.
It's gotta stop,
and that's that.
You're obsessing,
and frankly, you smell.
But in the workplace, personal
crusades tend to make others...
DONNA:
Stop that....uncomfortable.
I'm sending you
to New Hampshire.
Local hero, your favorite.
Teacher in space, hometown
hoopla, blah, blah, blah.
(BURSTING)
DONNA:
I hope youf***ing die up there.
(BAND PLAYING
STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER)
Sh*t. Sh*t!
(HORN BLARING)
# Hurrah for the flag
of the free!
# May it wave
as our standard forever
# The gem of the land
and the sea
# And the banner of the right
# Let despots remember the day
# When our fathers
with mighty endeavor
(TESS RETCHING)
# Proclaimed as they marched
to the fray
# That by their might
and by their right
# It waves forever. Hey! #
Don't get on this bus.
(BAND PLAYING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, it's Sam.
Leave a message.
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)
CAMPBELL:
Hello, Sam Callalucci.
If you recognize
my voice,
you're a greater friend to me
than I ever was to you.
It's Campbell Babbitt.
It must be 15 years
at least since we...
Well, since you graduated.
(LAUGHING)
I heard you were
going to become a priest.
That's... I mean, no, I'm
sure you had your reasons.
The reason I'm calling...
Well, I think I'm standing outside
your apartment building.
I was wondering if
you could do me a favor.
I need to borrow a car.
I don't seem to be
able to find a rental,
and it would be
really helpful if you could
find some way of furnishing
me with a set of wheels.
It'll be good to see you and
catch up, find out what went wrong.
So call me. Okay.
(PENELOPE SOBBING)
CAMPBELL:
Hold that bus.Jerk.
And after being chosen
from over 11,000 teachers,
Christa McAuliffe and her
students here were deeply honored.
She will teach her
lesson from spaces...
Space, using two of
the actual mice
sent up in the last
Challenger mission.
And finally...
F*** this.
DICK:
A sad bit of local news.Last night, one of our
teachers, Sam Callalucci,
died under what can only be described
as unfortunate circumstances.
(BELL RINGING)
Yes, it's the Red Gremlin.
Yeah.
Well, how bad is it?
Could I make it to New York?
Well, right, what, 50-50?
40-70?
That doesn't add up.
Okay. It doesn't matter.
Right, 40-70.
I'll come and pick it up.
I'll catch the bus. Bye.
(CRASHING)
F***.
F***.
F***!
F***! F***!
Hey!
LUCY:
Hey, Lute,I want to talk to you.
You found him?
What were you doing there?
Was he alive?
Hey.
Did he say anything
about me?
What do you want from me?
I didn't kill him.
LUCY:
I'm sorry.I know. I'm so sorry.
(LUCY SNIFFLING)
I'll get the next one.
LUCY:
Oh! F***!What are you doing?
Oh, hello.
I'm a reporter.
What building is this?
It's the Shed.
It's our classroom.
Right. Is that like
a special ed or something?
Who's Special Ed?
So, you know him?
Who?
Mr. C.
No, I was just...
Mr. Callalucci.
Sam Callalucci? Yes.
We went to
university together.
I knew it.
You could be his brother.
You sound like
James Bond.
I'm British, so...
I was thinking
of popping in.
To the funeral.
It's called a wake.
A funeral is
when you bury him.
Are we going to bury him?
No, we're just going to go sit
next to his body for a while.
Wait, wait.
It's called a wake,
because he was Catholic.
He was almost a priest.
Almost.
- Almost.
(CLANGING)
(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
I just loved him.
Some of us wanted to say a
few words about Mr. Callalucci.
Before he was our teacher,
Mr. C was almost a priest.
Almost.
- Almost.
That's how come he knew all
about what it is to have faith.
Now it's up to us to
have a little faith in him.
It's so hard to believe
that he's no longer here.
He is, you know.
This sort of thing
happens all the time.
People feel that dead person
all around them.
But everybody's like,
"No, you gotta f***ing accept it.
"Gotta learn to
move on without him."
And if you listen to them,
well, then, pretty soon
that person really is dead.
He did things.
Good things, mostly.
And actions cause reactions.
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