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I don't know what you've been doing this summer, but whatever it was, it was the
right thing.
I'm telling you, I've got to quit school.
The student Martelli
knew precisely what he was talking about.
He's gone.
You've got big dreams.
You want fame.
Fame comes.
And right here is where you start paying.
You sweat.
That'll do for now.
You audition in alphabetical order. That's what it is.
Or numerical.
One or the other.
Numbers or letters.
Whatever.
You wouldn't happen to be Mrs. Berg, would you?
I certainly would.
Murlock Quentin.
That's my name.
Oh, you poor dear.
I was hoping you could help me find my office.
Well, I'm not sure. Where is it?
The vice principal's office.
Oh, I don't believe he's checked in yet.
Doris Coco, please.
it was, it was the right thing. You all look wonderful.
Thank you.
Better than those flat -buttoned linguists over there. Leroy. Look, I'm
calling it like a theater. You were all scared to death when you auditioned to
get in here.
Don't forget that.
He was scared.
Look at how young they are.
Spare me.
What do you think, Bruno?
He's helping Mr. Swarovski with the vocal auditions. Miss Grant's running
dance auditions now. I want to check out the competition.
I want to check out the girls. You and me, vocal auditions.
Okay, people, why don't you just take a quick five -minute break and practice a
step, okay? I'll be right back.
My baby birds have come home to nest, and believe me, just in time.
I don't know, Miss Grant. She got all those new replacements in there. It
seem like you need them much at all. Oh, please, Leroy. I'm going to send them
children back out to California and let them stamp out some brush fires.
Shh. Come on, would you? Stop it. Come on. Be good now, both of you. I don't
know how. You got that right.
But you could help me. Look, go in the auditorium. There's another bunch that
needs to come in here and audition.
Bring them in in about five minutes, okay?
Five? Mm -hmm. Uh, where would I put their crutches?
Come on, look. I'm not giving y 'all to be an example.
These audition days are tough on everybody. You know that. Yeah.
Right, Miss Gray.
Thank you. Thank you. Very nice.
Would you like to hear something a little faster?
I think I've listened as fast as I could last time.
Very nice.
I'll let you know.
Holly Laird?
Yes, sir.
Did I pronounce it correctly?
Yes. That was fine.
Holly Laird, Walking Wonderbread.
Get Miss Laird comfortable.
I'll be back in a minute.
What key do you do this in?
G sharp.
Welcome, ladies. Did you have a nice summer?
Terrific. I went to Arizona. I did summer stock in Syracuse.
Pardon me. Now, please leave the room.
Come on, Mr.
Sharofsky. Hey, we won't say a word. We just want to watch.
At 11 .30 this evening, I want you to go to your parents' room and say to them
what you just said to me now.
Won't say a word. Just want to watch.
When you get permission from them, then you have permission from me.
Out.
Yo, the one in the blue is Bill.
Not enough extension.
No, I'm such a prince, I'm going to overlook that.
Watch me work.
All right, everybody. Y 'all had enough time to warm up. It's time to go.
You have to be in Ms. Brandt's dance class in exactly two minutes.
If you're not there then, don't bother to show up at all.
Being on time and showing your fellow performers respect are two things you're
going to have to learn in this school.
If by some incredible chance any of you are lucky enough to get in.
All right, come on, move it.
May I help?
May I help, not can I help.
English teacher, right?
English teacher, right.
Quentin Morlock.
New vice principal and science teacher, pleased.
Elizabeth Sherwood. Nice to meet you. And, uh, welcome.
I, uh, heard there was coffee down here.
Terrific.
I've been getting my office in shape.
It's going to be a lot of work.
Where's the cup?
The cup's right there on the wall.
No, uh, not the cups you pour the coffee into. The cup you put a quarter into to
pay for the coffee.
Oh, I don't know. We don't pay for it.
Who buys the coffee and supplies?
Mrs. Berg.
I guess she takes it out of petty cash or something.
That's illegal.
You always dress like that?
Do I always dress like what?
Like that. The way you're dressed.
Oh, it's very attractive. Don't get me wrong.
Might even be stylish for all I know. It's just that... I'm not sure whether
not it's a proper look for an academic specialist.
I don't understand that phrase.
Academic specialist?
Well, I sort of anticipated it.
Some of those in the artsy -craftsy ends of things, dancing, acting, flute
-tooting, you know, they'd be a little bit off the wall in the way they look
talk and so forth. I just thought that those of us in the academic end of
would have a sense of responsibility toward presenting a more traditional
model to these youngsters.
Ah, Mr. Morlock.
May I call you Quentin?
No. Bad form, I think.
Mr., Mrs., Miss. There's a reason for these things. We view each other better
from a distance, I think.
Well, um, what I was going to say was the School of the Arts,
it isn't exactly the sort of place where your more traditional role model comes
into play.
Disagree. That's the problem.
Now, from what I've heard, that's exactly what happens. The teachers and
students come into play.
And that's not how a school's supposed to be.
Are you talking about academics?
I am.
My recollection is our academic record last year was pretty good.
Miss Sherwood, pretty good won't get you into the playoffs.
I'm not even sure it'll keep you in the major leagues.
Coco, those letters over there need retyping. Now, I'll find all the
they're asking for later.
Okay. Doris, do you know anything about linking the rollers on the Mimeo
machine? Not a thing.
Good. Neither do I.
We'll do it together.
Mrs. Burke, this letter here is from someplace in Texas, and they want Julie
Miller's academic files. Why?
Well, Julie Miller's now coming back this year. Didn't you know?
Oh, you didn't know.
I'll retype the letters, Coco.
Thank you for your help.
Miss Schwartz, why are you yodeling?
I wasn't yodeling.
That was counterpoint.
Mr. Puckabout didn't ask for counterpoint, not even from you. Hard to
but there you have it.
As written, please.
Funny. You don't look Swiss.
What are you doing tonight?
Recovering from lunch.
Look, I'm going to go over to Julie Miller to see what's happening. Do you
to call her?
Come on, would you stop reading that trash and listen to me?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
Look, I'm going to go call Mrs. Miller and see if Julie will be there tonight.
Then we can go over and see what's up. Yeah, Hans, you play at the night,
under the doorstep.
Zelda, you seduce the guards in the guardhouse or in the greenhouse. It
doesn't matter. And I'll scale the wall. That's not funny.
He makes dumb jokes.
I get the dirty looks. This is not fair.
Life is not fair. What is it?
Marcelli!
Where's the first day back?
We got to re -inaugurate this place.
I'm eating.
You call this food, man?
Come on, play. Let's go. That ain't food. Come on.
He's new to the place. He'll come around. Just give him time.
How can you be so sure?
For the same reason I haven't gotten a traffic ticket in over ten years.
Officer, I'm sorry.
I truly, truly am.
But you see, I'm in the arts and I just don't have a handle on reality.
And if I had a big, strong, tough guy like you telling me what to do, I... I'm
not impressed.
I haven't had a ticket in 40 years.
You don't drive.
We all have our strategies.
It seemed to me that you would be the best one.
I told Mr. Dinsmore to go out front and hail a cab.
Good thinking, Mrs. Burr. Good thinking. Mr. Shiraz, is there anything we can
do? No, nothing. Thank you very much.
It's my pop.
He's had a heart attack. He's in intensive care at St. Timothy's.
There's a car waiting to take us there now.
I left a message on your machine earlier.
I guess I forgot to check it.
We came to see if Julie was around.
Julie's not here.
She's in Corpus Christi, Texas.
She won't be coming back to the School of the Arts.
Julie's married.
Come on in.
Did I ever tell you about my friend Benny Kaminsky?
In his 60s, Benny.
Overweight, smoked two packs a day, bad temper, high blood pressure, never
exercised.
He had a heart attack like your dad.
They gave him a bypass, double, triple, I don't know.
They take part of you from one place and use you to patch up another place.
Borrowing from Peter to pay Peter, I guess.
How did he do?
New man.
Roses in his cheeks.
Lost the weight.
Stopped smoking, started exercising.
Heart attack was the best thing that ever happened to him, he said.
Mr. Rofsky, my dad isn't that overweight.
He doesn't smoke.
He tries to exercise, and as far as I know, his blood pressure is fine.
then his chances must be a thousand times better than Benny Kaminsky's.
All my father ever did wrong was work too hard and care too much.
Martelli, none of my business.
But if you're interested, we passed a small chapel coming down the hall on the
other side of the nursery station.
No, I haven't been to a chapel in years. It would be hypocritical for me to go
in there now.
How are you going to feel if something happened to your father and you didn't
down there?
Dr. Carroll, surgery, please.
Dr. Carroll.
If anything...
Sorry I don't have any soft drinks. Don't worry about it. Since Julie's been
gone, I just hardly ever keep any around the place.
It's okay.
You know, Julie had that scholarship to that classical music camp in Texas.
Well, after she got there, letters started coming in every week or so.
And after the first few letters, she started to mention Glenn.
Glenn, who worked as the lifeguard at the camp.
Glenn, who attends the University of Texas at El Paso in the winter.
Glenn, who's on a track and field scholarship.
Um, has he been something called the shot put, whatever the hell that is? Oh,
that's where they see how far they can throw a 16 -pound ball.
Why?
I don't know. That's just the event.
Well, anyway, after about the seventh week, this arrived
in the mail with a long letter.
That's Glenn?
That's Glenn.
Where's his neck?
He doesn't appear to have one.
What are they standing in front of?
Read the sign.
Midland Odessa Wedding Chapel?
Aye.
I can't believe Julie would do something like this.
Tell you something, kiddo.
I went through a divorce that I couldn't believe.
New life in a new city, I couldn't believe.
Now this is Julie, and I'm slowly starting to realize that planning life
is like trying to number soap bubbles.
It's silly to even try.
Just wash the bubbles, see how pretty they are, and when they blow away, they
blow away.
And they pop.
Do you mind if we stick around for a while?
We could share a couple of memories of some soap bubbles.
Once in a while I stop and I smile And
think about the times we shared
If something goes wrong Won't be
very long Cause I know that you are there
Once in a while
Think of this love and all the memories we've known.
They're never gonna end.
I'm telling you, friend.
Neither one of us can ever be alone.
The laughter in your eyes that threaten.
The look that let me know you're pleased How every
day you reassure me
What no one else can be
Once
in a while Though it's not my style
I wonder what my life could be without you.
I'd only get through if you taught me how to.
And there's no way I'd go down.
Once in a while, I sit and I smile.
And think of all the things before us.
The good and the bad.
The happy and the sad.
And when I think of you again.
It will be more than just one.
Fifty -three.
Six -three, two -fifteen.
Car?
Myocardial and farm.
Time of?
Say, eleven -forty -nine.
Occupation?
Taxi driver.
For the rest of your life, you'll be the first one to hear every song you write.
I'm not very good, huh?
Well, if you're a dance major, it was a little rough.
No, I'm a drama major.
Then it was all right.
But how come you're here this early working on dance stuff?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but it seems pretty hard to fit in
here.
Have you noticed that?
Oh, a little bit.
But I just put it down to me being a typhoid carrier or something.
Well, anyway, that's why I'm here this time of day.
I figure new kids have to work harder and do more.
Prove ourselves.
Sometimes it's a little hard to find the welcome mat, you know.
What are you doing here?
Same thing you are.
For the same reason.
But I tend to screw myself up a lot.
You see, sometimes I... try to play it straight and be a good guy.
And then I'm not so sure that works.
So I come on too strong.
And I know that doesn't accomplish anything.
It just makes me feel better.
I just don't know if all this hard work is going to be enough.
I don't know if it's going to be worth it.
Oh, it'll be worth it.
How come you're so sure?
You know that kid whose father died last week, Martelli?
I don't know him, but I know which one he is.
Did you see how those kids worked to get him through that?
I mean, they were over his house every day, and they were making sure his
homework was getting in on time.
They were there for him.
Those kids, all of them, they're like family.
I'm going to be a part of that.
We both will.
I'll go rehearse in the auditorium.
See you around.
Hope so.
Hey. Hey, Martelli.
Um, we don't know each other.
But I heard what happened to your old man.
Your father.
And I just want to say I'm sorry.
Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.
So what are you doing here so early?
I'm rehearsing.
Rehearsing. That's good. That's good. Keep it up, because that's going to pay
off. It will pay off.
Here you are, Mr. Metelli.
Here we are.
The assignments you've missed. I assume that's why you asked to see me at this
ungodly hour.
In a way, yes.
But mostly, no.
And what am I doing here?
And I don't mean this in a philosophical sense.
I've come to talk to you about things that I've learned.
You see, losing a parent involves a whole lot of instant growing
up.
A whole lot of dealing with things that...
As a kid, you never think about it. You take for granted.
Such as?
Such as knowing how much my father worried about my future and not knowing
he was trying to take care of it.
Which was?
Investing.
Little companies. Little guys with big dreams.
Always in on the ground floor of a whole bunch of projects.
My prop was a believer.
He was a dreamer. He even got my aunt to go in with him on a couple of things,
the $206 ,000 or $7 ,000.
Mr. Martelli, finances are somewhat of a mystery to me.
You are definitely delivering a message, and I'm definitely not receiving it.
Now, what are you telling me? Please.
Mr. Swarovski, I'm telling you I've got to quit school.
Mr.
Swarovski, are you okay?
You've just been standing here for about ten minutes or so.
Thank you, Miss Grant. I'll be perfectly fine. Don't worry about it.
Morning. Hi.
Oh!
Mr. Swarovski, are you all right? You're not all right. I knew it. Don't worry
about me. I'll be fine. It's just this damn arthritis acting up again. Oh, let
me see. No, it's not the kind of arthritis you can see. It's not that
all. Can we get you some aspirin from the school nurse?
No, no. It's passing now. Thank you.
Could I have my hand back, please?
Oh. There's something, however, you could offer me. Name it.
The doctors tell me there's only one therapy that will offer long -term
for my arthritis.
And it's very, very expensive.
What are we talking about, Mr. Shirovsky?
A hot tub that makes bubbles.
They say if I had one of those installed in my apartment and could use it to
reduce the inflammation, I might add years to my professional career.
Mr. Shirovsky, why are you telling me?
And it will cost...
between $6 ,000 and $7 ,000 to install properly.
And the reason you're telling me this is what?
You're a head of the teacher's credit union, and I'm applying for a loan.
Oh, Mr.
Sharofsky, as you know, the board has instituted a lot of changes this year,
one of those changes is that Elizabeth is no longer the head of the teacher's
credit union.
Then who in the hell is?
I assume you're able to provide...
Proper paperwork regarding your doctor's recommendation?
Well, you know how doctors are about putting anything down in writing.
And you know how credit unions are about loaning money without substantial proof
that the loan's needed and will be secured.
Of course I know. Credit unions are my life.
You know, besides, I'm not sure that this doesn't come under health benefits.
You know, if this gizmo has some therapeutic value... Pardon me. Are you
notes about our conversation?
Yes. Stop.
Take a break.
Turn off the recording machine.
The recording machine's off.
You're an honest man with whom I disagree about a lot of things.
However, honesty deserves honesty.
I also know you would eventually catch me up in the lie I've been telling you.
And you too and I apologize.
Bruno Martelli needs $7 ,000 to stay in this school.
And I'm attempting to raise the money...
with the lie I've been telling.
Forget my stupid lie and remember the person who needs help. How do we help
We don't. Not here, not any of us.
Well, surely there must be some kind of fund or special something.
What we do have is a board regulation forbidding gifts of a certain value
between students or faculty.
Gifts or loans.
Her student Martelli knew precisely what he was talking about.
He's gone.
Mrs. Berg, I appreciate you opening up the school on Saturday.
Make everything all that sticky.
Of course.
I'll take the lock back to the office for you if you'd like.
Oh, yeah, okay.
You, you be a good boy now.
Mr. Martelli.
May I show you to your seat?
know myself i was gonna stop by the auditorium how did you know we know you
better than you know you come on
We're simple, I love you.
Before you go your way, where you go, my
heart will follow.
So don't hardly say goodbye, especially to you.
We've got to try to make it through.
Like screaming out Can life be so unfair There you go
And we can't follow
Wait, wait a minute. I know there's probably punch and cookies and something
nice planned, but I can't deal with that right now.
I'll see you around.
Damn it, Martelli, you're leaving the school. You're not walking out of our
lives.
Look, you know I love you, and you know I'm going to miss you, and this
school...
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