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[alarm buzzing]

MRS. POOLISH: Are you, uh, you taking Harley?

-Where?

-School.

Might be nice.

It's his fifth one in two months.

-It's our third house in two months.

-Dan, please.

[sighs]

-Tell him he can take the motorcycle.

He really doesn't want to ride with me anyway.

-You remember that you used to tell him that he could never

ride that thing in the street?

It was too dangerous?

-What difference is does it really make now?

-Ah, hi.

Oh.

Come on.

Hey, did you cut yourself?

-Mom, give me a break.

I'll live.

-Did you?

You've got to watch it.

-I'm immortal.

-Hey dad.

How does the hardware wars?

-How goes the algebra?

You got a D.

-Mm, D minus.

Let's give credit where credit is due, huh?

-I'm late.

You get to school yourself?

-Yeah, sure.

-Wear a helmet and be careful.

-(CHANTING) No AIDS in school.

No AIDS in school.

No AIDS in school.

-That's him over there.

[crowd chanting]

-I have a right.

We don't want you here.

We don't want our kids infected.

-You're not going to school with my kids.

-What, are you transferring?

-We're not letting you in there.

-Look, I'll give my best to him for you.

-You're not getting inside.

-Stop it, pal.

-Why are you doing this, kid?

-Because I got a court order.

-So what?

They don't want you here.

Maybe you should take correspondence or something.

-Yeah?

You guys wouldn't let me lick the stamp.

-Look, all I'm saying, you could get hurt.

-Oh, so you treat me like a pore on my elbow, huh?

Why can't you just keep these jerks off of me?

(SINGING) America, America, God shed his light on thee!

THEME SONG: We never thought of finding

a place where we belong.

Don't have to stand alone.

We'll never let you fall.

Don't need permission to decide what you believe.

Oh!

I said jump.

Down on Jump Street.

I said jump down on Jump Street.

Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.

You'll find you need us 'cause there's no one else to call.

And if it's hopeless a decision's what you need.

You got to be ready to be ready to jump.

21 Jump Street.

-She's terrific.

Wait till you meet her.

-You haven't even met her.

-OK, yeah, so?

I'm moving in slow on this one.

I mean, I've seen her.

And she's seen me.

I hang out at the same place she works, right?

And there's been that moment where our eyes meet and we look

at each other and things are spoken without using any words.

-She deaf?

-Or blind?

-Thanks, Captain.

-Hanson, can you give me a minute?

-Yeah.

Love is a wonderful thing, Doug.

Don't screw it up.

Don't call her.

-The trouble with you is you've got no romance in your pants.

-Sit down, Tom.

I want to talk off the record here for a second.

-OK.

-There's an assignment that's come up

and I think you're the one to do it.

But before I give it to you I want to explain it.

It's a tough one.

-I'm not going to have to wear a dress again, am I?

-No.

-Good.

Last time I did, some mook from homicide sent me a dozen roses.

-How much do you know about AIDS?

-Not much.

I never thanked him for the roses.

-I'm serious here, Hanson.

-AIDS?

I don't know.

I know what everybody knows, I guess.

You get it, you die.

It's pretty scary.

-Does it scare you?

-When I think about it, yeah.

-Harley Poolish is a senior who just transferred

in over at Huntington High.

He's got AIDS.

Or at least he's been tested zero positive for the virus.

And he suffers from the early symptoms of the disease.

-What has that got to do with us here at Jump Street?

I mean, it's not against the law to have it.

At least not yet.

-No it isn't.

But it's against the law to beat up on some kid

just because he's tested positive to try and keep him

from going to school like a regular student.

-How'd he get it?

-Does that make a difference?

-Kind of.

-Blood transfusions, they think.

Poolish is a hemophiliac.

And if he keeps getting beat up, one of these times

he's going to die because his blood doesn't clot.

Can be real dangerous.

Someone's got to stay close to him,

make sure it doesn't happen.

-Someone like me, I take it?

-You want the job?

-No.

-OK.

I'll ask someone else.

I just hope they won't want to wear rubber gloves.

-But, uh, I don't think anybody else

is going to want it either, so might as well give it to me.

-Yeah, well, I seen you around here.

-Well that makes sense.

Considering you've been at both shows

every weekend for the last two months.

-Well, I got a thing about big fish.

-Whales aren't fish.

-Well, I was being euphemistic.

-Ooh, good word.

I'm Penny Able.

-Doug Penhall.

-I know.

I've got a thing for big fish too.

You're a police officer?

-Uh, no, hey, no, I'm a cop.

My friend, Tom Hanson, he's a police officer.

How'd you know that?

-Oh, these guys can never keep a secret.

-All right, that's it.

Forget about my Greenpeace donation this year.

No really, how'd you know?

-Your, um, police officer friend, Tom Hanson, he called.

Told me you were a good guy and said

that if I didn't go out with you they

were all going to have to chip in and have you put to sleep.

-Hanson?

-But before we go out, there's something I want to ask you.

-Hm?

-Do you have a girlfriend?

-Me?

-No, the whale.

-Of course not.

-Wait, don't answer so fast.

I'm asking for the truth here.

You know, honestly.

-No, I really don't.

-Because I'm real tired of that.

You know, dating some guy who suddenly turns up

with a whole other life.

-Yeah, me too.

I mean about dating some girl.

OK.

OK, good.

All right.

OK.

I know this great fish fry place.

-Shh.

Not in front of the children.

-Shh.

-Hi.

Harley?

You got to be Harley, right?

I'm Tom Hanson.

-I know.

-So then I guess you know the reason I'm here, right?

-More than do you, you can bet on it.

You, uh, you like motorcycles?

-Yeah, I like motorcycles.

-Yeah, me too.

I like scaring the heck out of myself, you know?

-Cool.

You race this thing?

-Yeah, I used to.

Back when I could pass a physical.

So you're a cop, huh?

-Yeah.

-You don't look lie like a cop.

-Well, I'm not supposed to.

That's why they give me this kind of assignment.

-You like it?

-Being a cop?

Yeah, it's all right.

-No, I mean, uh, getting this kind of an assignment.

You know, babysitting some kid so he doesn't, uh,

bite someone or breathe on them, huh?

-That's not why I'm here.

-What are you, uh, you collecting

for the police benevolent fund?

-I'm here because your civil rights have been violated

and you're getting kicked around at school.

I'm supposed to make sure it doesn't happen anymore.

-[scoffs]

-I've been told that somewhere with your, uh, situation

could die if you get too bruised or something.

-Look, it's a condition.

Laverne and Shirley is a situation.

-OK, you being a bleeder, whatever.

Anyway, I hear it's a real bitch of a disease.

-It's hemophilia, OK?

And it's a condition.

But it is a bitch.

Now AIDS, on the other hand, is a disease.

You've got a hell of a bedside manner, Hanson.

-Well I'm a cop, not a doctor.

-Oh?

Did they tell you that I'm going to die, doc?

-Everybody's going to die.

-Yeah, but, uh, most of us don't know when.

See that's the thing about AIDS, man.

I got about two years, max.

You mind if I smoke?

-That, yeah.

-Ooh.

-Hey, hey, it's against the law.

So what?

-All right, look, this is going to be hard as it is.

-Look, pal, there's something you'd better understand.

You know, a guy with a death sentence

doesn't worry a whole lot about breaking any laws.

-Yeah, well you better worry when you're with me.

[knocking]

-Patience is a virtue.

Dorothy?

-Hi, Doug.

-Dorothy Pezzino?

-Doug Penhall?

-This is sort of--

-Surprised?

-Shocked is a good word.

What are you doing here?

-I'm waiting for you to invite me in.

I can see you're still a slob.

So this is the place?

-Yes I am and yes it is.

What are you doing in it?

-Come on, Doug.

Don't play games with me.

You know.

-Yeah, yeah, of course I do.

I just want to hear you say it.

And quickly.

-So how've you been?

-Better.

-You haven't turned into a flit, have you?

-Dorothy, what the hell is going on?

-Wow.

You look great.

-I don't feel great.

It's been two years.

-Two years, three months, and 12 days.

-Two years, three months, and 11 days

of which you've been living with Todd Rubock.

-Seven days.

I left him last Wednesday night.

-Yeah, well, I'll send him a card.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

-Why are you being so hostile?

-Hey, the last time I saw you, you called the cops on me.

-My pop called the cops.

[buzzing]

-You got somewhere to go?

-No, I sort of-- I got-- Oh, this is bizarre.

-Doug, do you have a date?

-No, I-- I just-- yes, I do.

-Oh, that's great.

-Well Dorothy, for the past two years

you've been living with a guy who sells starch blockers.

-You have a date?

-Yes, Dorothy, yes I do.

-OK, fine.

I can deal with that tonight.

What about us?

-Us?

-Yes, us.

You promised me that if I ever wanted to come back.

Ever.

Even in a million years.

You promised me that you'd take me back and love me forever.

-I said that?

-A lot.

-Well I'm back.

-Am I interrupting?

-Yes.

-No.

Uh, Penny, this is Dorothy Penzo-- uh, Penhall.

She's my sister.

-Girlfriend.

Good night, Penny.

-Goodbye, Doug.

-And to think, some people wondered what I saw in you.

-(CHANTING) No AIDS in school.

No AIDS in school.

-Our kids should not be subjected

to the risk of a disease that the doctors don't even

know how it's spread.

We're going to stay here all day every day until--

-So does anyone else at school know you're a cop?

-No, that's not usually how we do it.

-Yeah, I guess it'd make it kind of tough to bust some kid

for smoking a joint in the john if they knew, huh?

-Thank you.

I'm not here to bust kids for smoking pot in the john, OK?

-Just in the garage, right?

-You know, you don't have to talk to me,

because I don't get paid any extra for it.

-What if I tell, huh?

That you're a cop and all?

Blow your cover?

What would you do then?

-I would thank you.

Because then they'd have to get you a new boy.

-Hey, hey, Tom.

Right here, man.

They got enough room for us, huh?

Right guys?

You don't mind, do you?

Come on.

You've got plenty of lunch time left.

Where you going?

All right, I'll catch you guys after school.

-You know, Laverne, I'd think someone in your situation

would be wanting to make friends instead of losing them.

-You really think I'd make friends with these guys?

Their parents are the ones outside holding the signs.

God forbid I kiss one of their daughters.

Not a chance, trust me.

-Yeah, you're a real tough guy, huh?

You and James Dean.

This cowboy wants to die alone.

-Look.

First, I don't want to die.

And second, from what I get, everyone dies alone.

There's no, uh, chaperone, Hanson.

Just you.

Just you and your stuff.

-What about God?

-Yeah, well, I guess I'll have to let

you know on that one, huh?

Look, I wasn't always, uh, such a horse's ass, you know.

-I hope not.

-But uh, dead men don't make friends easily.

Especially with kids who think they're never going to die.

Like you.

Like everybody in here but me.

I just wish they weren't so afraid to just even touch me.

Nobody touches me anymore, man.

Not my dad.

Hardly even my mom.

It's the worst part.

Hey, I'm going to give them a pair of rubber

gloves for their anniversary huh?

-I forgot my milk.

I don't-- I don't like chocolate.

-Yeah, well.

No one does.

-Just tell her I called, OK?

Yeah, Penny Able.

Tell her Doug Penhall called.

Yes, I know I called before.

Yes, I know how many times I called before.

Just please tell her I called, OK?

[phone ringing]

-Penhall.

DOROTHY (ON PHONE): I think we've got to talk.

-Oh, thank God.

I've been trying to get you all morning.

-You were with me all morning.

-Dorothy.

-I'm making meatloaf.

What do you want with it, peas, corn, or carrots?

-Uh, doesn't matter.

-Yes it does.

Peas, corn, or carrots?

-Whatever you want.

DOROTHY (ON PHONE): Doesn't matter.

-OK, corn.

-Not peas?

-OK, peas.

-I thought you wanted corn.

-I do.

But peas are fine.

Carrots, lizard eggs, it doesn't matter.

-Oh, so now you're mad.

-Oh, no, no.

I'm not mad.

I'm-- I-- Dorothy, I think we have to talk about this.

-I know, Doug.

That's why I called.

Peas or corn or carrots?

-Where's your helmet?

-I don't wear one, man.

Too safe.

When I raced, yeah, you know, full leathers, everything.

But then bummer virus.

My mom freaked.

My dad had one of those real man to mans with me, you know,

said that life wasn't fair I should

live every moment I could.

Then he cried.

He doesn't talk to me much now though.

How's that's for death benefit, huh?

-Hey.

[laughter]

-Great move, dick breath.

-Hey!

Poolish, I'd beat the crap out of you right now,

but I'm afraid that I just might catch something.

-Yeah, I'll give you guys something to catch.

Come on, both of you.

Yeah, come on.

-Hey!

-Both of you.

-Now just get out of here, man.

-Go away, man, come on.

-Oh hey, Jack, looks like your boyfriend's here.

-Leave him alone.

-We're trying to, man.

-OK, we're gone.

-Don't worry about it.

Bye, boys.

-You all right?

You didn't get cut or nothing, did you?

-Hey!

-Hey, why don't you let me give you a ride home?

-Hi.

Hello.

Hello again.

-What are you doing here?

-I came to apologize.

-That isn't necessary.

-Not to you.

To the children.

I'm sorry.

-Look, we've got nothing to say to each other.

You told these guys you're sorry, they accept.

Go home.

I've dated all the liars I will ever need.

-I'm not a liar.

-Relax.

I only lost out on a free dinner.

No big deal.

-I'm not a liar.

-It doesn't matter.

-It does to me.

Last night that girl, she was my girlfriend.

-The one you said you didn't have.

-I didn't.

Like I said, she was my girlfriend in high school.

And she took off.

I told her she could always come back.

And well, she came back.

-Oh, congratulations.

-So you see, there was nothing I could do about it.

-You could have said it was too late.

-Maybe it isn't.

-You see?

That's it.

You guys are always waiting to see

what else might come up, afraid to make

a commitment because something better might come along.

-Dorothy didn't just come along.

I told you, she came back.

-You don't need to explain.

You going to let Dorothy stay?

-Well, yeah.

I figure I owe her that much.

-Why?

-Because I said I would.

-Oh, yeah, right.

You don't lie.

-If it doesn't work out with Dorothy--

-Don't even.

-Right.

I won't call you.

-He wouldn't tell me where he was going.

He just left.

-He didn't go to school.

I went looking for him.

He wasn't there.

-I know.

Uh, last night he told his father and me

that he's decided to quit, that he didn't see much point in it.

He said you don't need good SAT scores to get into heaven.

-Quitting school might not be the best thing, Mrs. Poolish.

I mean, at least Harley's raising

an awareness of the disease.

-My little boy is dying.

But I guess you know that.

-Yes ma'am.

-Or at least that's what they say.

I don't mean the doctors.

I mean the newspapers.

Doctors won't tell you anything except, well, there's

research being done every day, about some guy in East

Jesus who's lived with AIDS for seven years.

If you read the newspapers, all you read about

is the body count.

And in two more years more people

will be dead from AIDS then from the Vietnam War.

-Look, I know this is real easy to say

and maybe I have no right, but there's always hope.

I mean, I hope there's hope.

-You know what hope is, Mr. Hanson?

Fear.

Hope is all that's left when you're

afraid to face what's real.

Harley is dying.

But that's nothing new.

People have been dying from this for eight years.

And yet our president has never even publicly mentioned

the word AIDS.

I bet he would if his kid had it.

-Yeah probably.

-Then, maybe then some of those drugs

that are five years down the road would be available today.

But they're not.

Thank you for spending time with Harley.

Even if he didn't tell you, he likes you.

I can tell.

-I'd really like to see him, you know.

Could you, um, tell me where he is?

-He asked me not to.

-I thought you said he liked me.

-He does.

But you make him feel like a leper.

-Why?

-Next time drink the milk.

It won't kill you.

-Wait, don't move.

Don't move.

-What is it against the law to quit school now?

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, never felt better in my life.

I had it working there, huh?

Oh, God.

Relax.

We go down like this all the time.

-Yeah, it sounds like a blast.

-It is.

What do you want?

I mean, you can check out now, Hanson.

Don't need your protection.

I never really did.

How'd you find me?

-Your mom.

-Yeah, well I asked her not to.

-Hey look.

I'm sorry about the milk, man.

-You know, you can relax, Hanson.

I mean, you got nothing to worry about unless we have sex

or share the same hypodermic needle.

I don't know about you, but I'm not

interested in either of those options.

Want to give me a hand?

-Yeah.

Your mom's very cool.

-Yeah, she's a great lady.

It's too bad, too.

She had big plans for me.

I had big plans for me.

Come on, let's check it out.

Ah, she'll hold up.

Want to take her for a spin?

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Absolutely.

One down, five up, right?

-Yeah but watch that clutch.

The thing's killer.

-Thanks.

-Hey, watch the clutch.

-No problem.

-Just watch it anyway, big shot.

-I've ridden before, you know, on a police motorcycle.

A Harley.

-Ooh, big deal.

-It's bigger than this.

-Yeah. - Yeah.

Come on.

I can handle it.

-Just watch that clutch.

-I'm watching it already.

-On a police bike, huh?

A Harley?

-I wasn't used to the clutch!

-Sure.

-I wasn't.

-So I'm going into turn two.

It's flat out right handed, man, I'm 16, open class, maybe

my fourth or fifth race and I'm on the guy for third.

So he misses the down shift and bam, I tag him.

Some jerk from Bel Air runs in with a bike his dad bought.

I couldn't believe it.

-Did you ever win one?

-No.

Came second in a qualifier, but I only

got to race in two nationals before I got sick.

Well, three.

But I finished like in 14th.

But it was coo, though.

Man, it was very cool.

-You know, I've been thinking.

What I don't understand is if you're a hemophiliac

and you can't risk getting hurt, like you know,

with me having to protect you at school and stuff,

how can you race motorcycles?

[sighs]

-Because it's a lie.

-You don't race motorcycles?

-No, I'm uh, not a hemophiliac.

-You made it up?

I didn't make it up.

My dad did.

When we started getting all this attention

about me being kept out of school,

he had to tell them something.

-Well, why not just tell the truth?

-You kidding?

My dad?

-Look Hanson, there are three ways to get AIDS.

Blood transfusion or needles.

Well, I don't use needles and I've never

had a blood transfusion.

So uh, figure it out.

-I guess your dad wasn't real cool about it, huh?

-Guy's kind of like the Anita Bryant of the hardware business

and, well, I'm not.

[clears throat]

-You can relax, Hanson.

I don't bite.

Lucky for you.

-Oh, hey, I'm not worried.

-I'm glad.

Look, I'm really sorry that you get involved in all this.

It wasn't my idea.

You know, I feel real bad about making

you come to school and everything,

but once we fooled them that I was a bleeder,

they figured I was going to need to be protected because there

was going to be trouble and--

-Like at the other schools.

-Got way out of hand.

-Are you dying of AIDS or what?

-No.

-So then this whole thing is crap.

-I have AIDS.

I'm not going to die from it.

I'm going to beat it.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I'm going to flat out beat it.

-It's good to hear you say that.

-You know how you beat AIDS?

You don't let it kill you first.

And when you're not happy anymore, you take yourself out.

-Wait a second, what are you talking about?

Suicide?

-Maybe.

Hey.

If I'm going to die, at least I'll know when.

-All right, is this one of your deals or is it serious?

-That depends on whether you're a friend or not.

You know how many friends I have, Hanson?

One.

You.

I mean, uh, if you are.

-Yeah.

I'm your friend.

-Which means you can't go and blab this to your boss.

-OK.

-And you're not going to try and stop me.

-Nobody can stop you if you really want to do it.

-Oh, I want to do it all right.

-Yeah, right.

-Checking out.

On my birthday.

Right down at the very minute.

The eighth of this month.

At 5:46 AM.

-That's the day after tomorrow.

-What a coincidence.

I'm going to fly my bike off the end of clear canyon

and see if I can touch the sun.

-Who is it?

Doug?

Doug, is that you?

-It's me.

-Where were you?

-Out.

-Out's a big place.

-I'm a big boy.

-I was worried.

-Listen, I've been thinking.

I think we ought to give this thing one more shot, you know?

If I'm still not over you yet, and I must not

be if I'm going through all of this,

then I figure maybe there's something there, you know?

-Of course I know.

What are you doing?

-What does it look like I'm doing?

-Like you're taking off your clothes.

-And they say you're not a rocket scientist.

-I'm not a rocket scientist.

-I'm going to bed.

-Here?

-It's where I usually do it.

-You know, I think that's where we made a mistake last time.

Let's wait.

-Wait?

-Wait.

-Wait?

-Just until you're sure.

-I'll never be sure.

-This whole thing has turned into a giant mess.

I don't know what to do.

-What do you think you should do?

-Punt.

-We could have him picked up.

Put Harley into protective custody.

-I can't do that.

-Look, he made an open threat to commit suicide

to a police officer.

That's a crime.

-Only if he goes through with it.

Besides, I wasn't a police officer when he told me.

I was a friend.

Which is something I guess people with AIDS

don't have a lot of.

I gave him my word, Captain.

-Is your word worth more than maybe saving Harley's life?

-See, that's the thing.

Nobody can save his life.

Not even him.

-OK.

Is your word worth more than maybe making

it a little longer?

[sighs]

-I don't know.

-Come on, Hanson.

-Well, I guess it is to him.

This is what he wants to do.

I believe him.

-Or?

Maybe it's what he's doing just to see how good of a friend

you might be.

-Look, I'm nobody to play God with this kid.

Besides, doesn't Harley have the right to die when he wants to?

-Now, as far as I'm concerned, there's

only one guy who's got that right.

He doesn't ride motorcycles though.

His robes get caught in the spokes.

-So you won't help me?

-Don't have to.

-I figured you'd turn cop.

Wimp out.

-I didn't wimp out.

But it looks like you did, though.

-I mean about trying to stop me, man.

You gave me your word.

-I gave you my word that I wouldn't tell anybody.

And I did.

But if you're going to catch me in a lie

you might as well catch me in the right one.

Still friends?

-We were.

Almost.

-Well let's pretend we still are almost.

So the next time you want to kill yourself, don't tell me.

I can't take it.

-Hanson?

I can't take it either.

I'm glad you came.

Nobody else would've.

[sobbing]

I don't want to die, man.

-I know.

-[sobbing] But I am.

-I'm sorry.

-Would you do me a favor?

-Sure.

-Just hold me, man.

[sobbing]

-So tell me, Penhall.

How's married life treating you?

-I'm not married.

I'm in hell.

-Well you're just about married.

What'd I say?

-Married.

-I'm never getting married.

-Some girls have all the luck.

-Now there's meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas, carrots, corn.

Who wants what?

-Peas.

-Not corn?

-Take all three.

Trust me.

[phone ringing]

-I'll get it.

-Which one veggie would you like?

-Carrots, corn, potatoes.

-Hello?

Oh yeah.

I'll get him.

Hanson, it's for you.

-That's quite a little woman you've got there Doug.

Yeah, Hanson.

MRS. POOLISH (ON PHONE): Tom?

I thought you should know.

Harley died this evening of pneumonia.

-I'm sorry.

-He told me to tell you it's OK about the milk.