All language subtitles for Mr. Hollands Opus (1995) -ENG

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

No, no, just a little more.

Come on, if you don't get up right now,
I'm going to cut one of your piano strings.

What time is it?

Quarter to seven.

A quarter to seven?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, God.

Does the sun really come out this early?

It was a surprise to me, too.

I took a picture of it in case it never
happens again.

Nobody gets up this early.

Oh, yes, they do.

Come on, come on, come on, please,
please, please, please.

No, no, no, no, no, no, this is a stupid
idea.

Oh, this is definitely not my scene,
Paris.

It's just a gig.

If it doesn't work, you can try something
else.

What time am I supposed to be there?

Seven-thirty.

Seven-thirty.

What kind of people like to go to work at
seven-thirty in the morning?

One, two, three.

Oh, that's how I love my dream.

Let's go to sleep.

Come on, let's fall in love.

It's easy.

Take the world from me.

From my baby.

A, B, C.

A, B, C.

Fall in love with you.

Easy for me.

And you can do it, too.

It's easy.

I'll take you tender.

From my baby.

Hi.

I'm Glenn Holland.

I'm the new music teacher.

Vice-principal Walters.

Rolique.

Corvair.

Yeah?

I take it you didn't read Ralph Nader's
book.

Well, unless Ralph is willing
to buy me a new car, I think I'm

gonna have to stick with this
one until the wheels fall off.

Well, you may not have to wait that long.

Have a nice day.

Thanks.

It's easy.

Take the world from me.

From my baby.

You look lost, Mr. Holland.

Helen Jacobs, remember?

I hired you.

Oh!

Of course you did.

I'm sorry.

No, no, I'm not...
It's not that I'm lost.

I was just looking for the...

Well, yes, of course I'm lost.

What an auspicious beginning.

This way.

Your first day as a teacher, Mr. Holland.

Excited?

Nervous.

Boy, I never thought I'd be here.

No?

Why not?

Well...

You know, like most people, I
only got my teaching certificate,

so I'd have something to
call back on, and now I have.

This isn't a drive-in, Mr. Claridge.

Hands off.

You know, Mr. Holland, I don't think of
teaching as a fall-back position.

No, no, I didn't mean that.

And I grow nervous around people who do.

I'm really very happy to be here.

Really.

Good.

You'll drop by my office later on.

I have a list of students you'll be
advising.

Advising?

And I ask when I'm supposed to be doing
this?

That's for you and the student to arrange.

You meet your orchestra when?

Fifth period.

Are they any good?

They try hard.

And by the way, I'll need a complete
lesson plan from you by Friday.

Right.

For September and October.

Right.

Okay.

All right, people, come on.

Let's take our seats a little quicker,
please.

My name is Mr. Holland.

This, of course, is a title of courtesy.

I will extend back to you, Mr. or Miss,
as the circumstances allow.

Welcome to Music Appreciation.

This is a class in which we will be
studying the history of music.

Who would like to give me a definition of
what music is?

Any music.

What do you think?

Music.

What do they think that music is in
general?

What do they think?

Anybody?

Nobody?

Okay.

Let's go to the text.

And we turn to page four.

And we read that music is sound in melodic
or harmonic order.

Combinations, whether produced by voice or
instrument.

Now, questions?

Anybody?

At all?

No?

Hmm?

Good.

Alrighty.

Now, I just, you know, I just want you all
to relax, have a little fun.

You know, we're not here to impress each
other.

Okay.

All right.

Let's get ready.

Everyone?

Come on.

You ready?

Okay.

Here we go.

A little pause... and we are back.

It was good.

Miss Aronson, Matt, would you stand up,
please?

Stand up, please.

Is that skirt regulation length?

Try to put it on your knees, both of you,
right now.

On your knees, right now.

I thought so.

Come with me.

You're coming to the principal's office.

We're calling your parents, and you are
going home.

You can come back when you're dressed
properly.

Mr. Walters, but you're not being fair.

I am being fair if I allow you to do what
everyone is allowed to do.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on.

Out of my way.

Teachers don't wait.

Pardon me?

High school is not a democracy.

Teachers don't wait.

Phil Meister, phys ed.

Glenn Holland.

Hi.

Music teacher.

There you go.

Oh, my God.

What is this?

It's Monday.

It's turkey spam surprise.

You can mortar walls with it.

Word of advice.

Always bring a bag lunch.

Where's yours?

I ate it in second period.

Sylvie, don't tease me.

I need extra.

So what have you been doing for the last
ten years?

I've been playing music.

I've been on the road.

You know, um...

Clubs and weddings and bar mitzvahs.

That's where I... Wait a minute.

I bet you met a ton of chicks in those
clubs.

So you're in these clubs.

There are all these women there.

Why did you become a teacher?

Oh, actually, I started
teaching because I was hoping

it would give me some free
time to do some composing.

I'm a composer.

That's what I really do.

What?

What's so funny?

Oh, the free time.

Glenn, I can't remember the last time I
had that was free.

I've got it all figured out.

With your salary, plus what I
take in with the photography,

in four years we should
have enough for you to quit.

I can do nothing but compose music and
become famous and make us rich.

You'll never make it.

I made us $32 today.

Big deal.

I made 32 kids sleep with their eyes open.

Oh, right there.

Right there.

Right there.

Iris, I think this is going to be a lot
rougher gig than I originally thought.

You know, when I was in high school, I
wanted to be someplace else, you know?

Anyplace.

It never occurred to me that my teachers
would feel the same way.

Well, you can still quit.

Oh, we've been through all that.

I thought the band was getting pretty
good, actually.

Yeah, yeah, we could play holiday inns for
the rest of our lives.

Or Los Angeles.

I don't want to be a studio musician.

So it's four years teaching.

Four years teaching, then.

Come here.

When you were in high
school, did you ever wonder

if your teachers went
home and got it on at night?

When I was in high school, my teachers
were all priests and nuns.

I had such a crush on Mr. Griffith.

He could have taken me home any time.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

And who was this Mr. Griffith?

Oh, he was my music teacher.

Okay, okay.

That wasn't bad.

That wasn't bad at all.

Um, Miss... I'm sorry.

Lange?

Pardon me?

Lange, Gertrude Lange.

Okay, Miss Lange.

Um, would you take it from bar 37,
please?

Okay, okay.

Good.

Good.

Um, that's enough for today.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

Very good work.

Miss Lange, would you mind hanging for a
moment, please?

You seem to be having a little trouble
getting through the break.

I know.

How long have you been playing?

Three years.

Really?

Uh...

And do you find that you get all the
practice time that you need?

I practice constantly.

Yeah.

Well...

And I think... I think
maybe you and I should

find some time to work
on an individual basis.

That would be great.

I don't have a lot of time.

That's okay.

It doesn't matter.

Whatever you can give me, that would be
wonderful.

I just... I really, really, really want to
do good at this.

Oh, I bet you do.

Um...

Well, why don't you come in about a half
hour before first period tomorrow,

and we'll just
start, and... Okay.

All right.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thanks.

...flat, recedes a note like this.

It indicates that the note needs to be
played a step lower.

A piece based in the F major scale should
have a flat sign.

Any note is stable.

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

These

tests are pathetic.

Name an American composer.

Miss Swedlin.

Your answer was... Bach?

Johann Sebastian Bach.

Oh, this... this is my favorite one.

How do you know what key a concerto is in?

Mr. Mims.

Your answer was, look on the front page,
question mark.

Now, this question mark, was that because
you weren't sure?

Or because your English skills are on the
same level as your musical theory?

These tests are a waste of my time and
yours.

No kidding.

I'd rather be somewhere else.

Mr. Sullivan, why don't
you pay a visit to Mr. Walters

right now, get your
books, and get out of here.

As for the rest of you, get your textbooks
out.

We're going to go over these answers one
by one until you get them right.

protected by the staff.

Give it up, Miss Lang.

I meant for the day.

School's out, Miss Lang.

I mean, give it up for the day.

I don't know what you meant.

Then...

Why are you crying?

I'm terrible.

I'm... I'm terrible, Mr. Owen.

I just... I practiced in my lip slot.

Miss Lane, it takes a lot of work to learn
a musical instrument.

I just... I just want to be good at
something.

My sister's got a ballet scholarship to go
to Juilliard.

And my brother's going to Notre Dame on a
football scholarship.

My mother's won the blue ribbon for
watercolors at the State Fair.

So many times they've retired the
category.

My father's got the most beautiful voice.

He's...

I'm the only one in my family who's...

I... I just can't...

It doesn't make any difference anyway.

Mr. Holland, just the man I was looking
for.

We're forming a textbook committee for
next year's career.

And I would like to have your ideas and
suggestions.

We meet next Tuesday night in the library.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs.

I'm... I'm... I'm very busy on Tuesday
night.

Uh-huh.

You know, for a good four or five months
now I've been watching you, Mr. Holland.

I've never seen a teacher
sprint for the parking lot after

last period with more speed
and enthusiasm than his students.

Perhaps you should be our track coach.

Mrs. Jacobs, I get here on time every
morning, don't I?

I'm doing my job the best I can.

A teacher has two jobs.

Fill young minds with knowledge,
yes.

But more important, give
those minds a compass

so that that knowledge
doesn't go to waste.

Now, I don't know what
you're doing with the

knowledge, Mr. Holland, but
as a compass, you're stuck.

I really hate that woman.

And I hate teaching, Iris.

I hate it.

Nobody could teach these children.

Nobody.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

They just sit there, staring up at me.

There's no there there.

I've been trying to teach them...
Listen, you played a lot of tough-asses.

When they didn't listen, did you
quit and go home or... Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Aren't we supposed to be on the same side?

I am.

It's just that I...

I...

What?

I'm pregnant.

I wasn't... I wasn't sure if I was,
but I... I went to the doctor, and I.

..

I am.

We are.

Say something.

Iris.

Iris.

I... I don't know.

I... I knew.

I knew you wouldn't
be, but I just... Iris.

Iris, it just took me by surprise.

That's all.

Let me tell you a story, okay?

When I was 15 years old, I used to hang
out at a local record store.

And there was this guy who worked there
who...

you know, thought he knew what I liked,
and he handed me this album one day,

and it was John Coltrane.

So I took it home, and I put it on the
machine.

And I hated it.

I mean, I really hated it.

I just didn't get it.

So I...

played it again.

I played it again, and I played it again,
and then...

I just couldn't stop playing it.

I kept listening to those notes.

And I realized that...

that's what I wanted to do with the rest
of my life.

You know?

Make music.

What am I trying to say?

Iris.

Look, you...

you tell me...

that...

we're gonna have a baby.

Well...

it's like...

falling in love with John Coltrane...

all over again.

If that is a lie, that is the sweetest lie
I've ever heard.

Let's take our seats, please.

Anybody here know the difference between
the Ionian and the Dorian scale?

Anybody?

I just wanted to confirm
the fact that I've made

absolutely no impact on
you in the last five months.

Mr. Sullivan...

Yeah?

Yeah.

What kind of music do you like to listen
to?

Um...

Don't be afraid.

Rock and roll.

What about you?

Rock and roll.

You?

Classical.

Brown knows her.

Is anybody here like Johann Sebastian
Bach?

Other than you?

I'll bet all of you, whether you know it or
not, already like Johann Sebastian Bach.

What's this called?

Lover's Concerto.

Who wrote it?

The Toys.

Wrong.

That was minuet in G.

And it was written by Johann Sebastian
Bach.

Do you hear it?

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum.

And he wrote it in 1725.

They are both prime examples of the Ionian
scale.

Now, listen.

And see if you can hear the connective
tissue between what I just played and this.

.

And their hands were up in the air,
and they were answering questions,

and it was so much fun, it was rowdy,
you know, it was... it was just great.

Hey, hey, hey, let... what do we think,
huh?

And it only took two tries in three hours.

Well, you didn't realize you'd married
such a handy man, did you?

But now we really don't have any space.

Oh.

Well... how would you feel if we moved
into a house?

You're kidding.

No.

But we can't afford that.

We used our savings account, we could,
and I taught driver's ed during the summer.

You were gonna only compose this summer.

Well, we could make it work.

Would it mean taking the crib apart again?

Never.

I'll tear a wall down first.

It's up to you.

I think we should do it.

Really?

Play the song you wrote that made me fall
in love with you.

The song that made you fall in love with
me?

The song that made
you... Oh, yes, the song.

Give me some... No, no, no.

No?

Oh, come on.

Mr. Holland?

You're late.

And you left your clarinet here the other
day.

Yeah, um...

If you know anyone who wants it...

I'm giving up the clarinet.

I'm just goofing everybody else up anyway.

So, um...

I just wanted to say thanks.

Thanks for trying.

Is it any fun?

I wanted it to be.

You know what we've been doing wrong,
Miss Lang?

We've been playing the notes on the page.

Well, what else is there to play?

Well, there's a lot more to music than
notes on a page.

These guys, for example.

Now, they can't sing.

And they have absolutely no harmonic
sense.

And they're playing the same three chords
over and over again.

And I love it.

Do you?

Yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

Yeah, you do.

Because it's fun?

Music is supposed to be fun.

It's about heart.

It's about feelings and moving people and
something beautiful and being alive.

And it's not about notes on a page.

I could teach you notes on a page.

I can't teach you that other stuff.

Do me a favor.

Pick up your clarinet and play with me.

Okay.

And this time, no music.

No.

Because you already know it.

It's already in your head and your fingers
and your heart.

You just don't trust yourself to know
that.

Okay!

Here we go.

Ready?

One,

Okay, let's do it again.

And this time not so much lip-on-the-mouth
piece.

Okay.

One, two, three, four.

Oh!

All right, no, no, no, don't do that.

Let me ask you a question.

What?

What's that?

When you look in the mirror, what do you
like best about yourself?

My hair.

Why?

My father always says that it reminds him
of a sunset.

Play the sunset.

Close your eyes.

One, two, three, four.

Don't stop playing!

Don't stop playing!

Don't stop playing!

...not

find it easy to send the flower of our
youth, our finest young man, As long as

there are men who hate and destroy,
we must have the courage to resist.

We will stand.

End it now.

Relax.

Try to use one foot.

Try to use one foot.

Try to keep two feet off the bench.

Right foot.

One foot.

One foot.

That's right.

Keep on running.

Keep on running.

Now you're going a little too fast.

A little too fast.

A little too erratically.

A little too erratically.

Oh yeah.

Just as you... Oh!

Keep on running.

Okay, what have we learned from this?

Running from my arms.

One fine day, I'm gonna be your one.

Thank you, what I said.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your one.

Whoa, that was a stop sign you went
through back there, Mr. Holland.

You're definitely speeding, Mr. Holland.

I don't think you're just allowed to just
pass on the right like that either.

This is a one-way street, Mr. Holland.

Mr. Hofstra, shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

I'm eternity.

Thank you.

Iris.

Come meet your son, Coltrane Holland.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

Can I?

Sure.

Oh.

He's beautiful.

Oh.

I don't know why she swallows that fly.

Perhaps she'll die.

I don't know why she swallows that fly.

I know an old lady who
swallowed a spider that

wiggled and jiggled and
tickled inside her arm.

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.

I don't know why she swallowed that fly.

Perhaps she'll die.

The kid is a natural.

It must have been all that music you
played at my stomach while I was pregnant.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Radio City Music Hall

is proud to present
Coltrane Kershwin Holland.

Mr. Holland, it has
come to my attention that

you are teaching the
students rock and roll.

Is this a problem?

Is this a problem?

Yes, I think so.

Our only job is to teach.

We cannot teach and the students cannot
learn if there is no discipline.

I'm sorry, what exactly is your point,
Gene?

My point is rock and roll by its very
nature leads to a breakdown in discipline.

Well, what would you like me to do?

Deny that rock and roll exists?

What we are saying is that you should be
pushing the classics.

Brahms, Mozart, Stravinsky.

Stravinsky was the music
of the Russian Revolution

if you want to talk about
a breakdown in discipline.

You are deliberately exaggerating.

How about the Kingston Trio, Gene?

How about Sing Along With Mitch?

Just a minute, gentlemen.

Mr. Holland, I do not want to interfere in
the curriculum of any teacher.

But next week I have a meeting with the
school board.

And there are people in this
community who believe that

rock and roll is a message
sent from the devil himself.

Now, when that issue comes up,
what can I tell them?

Mrs. Jacobs, you tell them...

that I am teaching music.

And that I will use anything from Beethoven
to Billie Holiday to rock and roll.

..

if I think it will help me teach a student
to love music.

That's a reasonable answer, Mr. Holland.

I can tell them that.

Was there something else?

Yes.

Um, have you been to any of the football
games this season, Mr. Holland?

I can't say that I have, no.

Well, Mrs. Jacobs and I feel that there's
something missing.

Touchdowns.

I'm sorry.

What do you know about marching bands?

Pardon me?

Two, three, two...

Six!

Hey!

Get him!

Get him down!

That's the way!

Hey, hey, hey!

That's the way to crash down!

What are you doing?

Drums and sousaphones.

Come on, line up here.

Sousaphones on either side.

And baritones and saxes here.

Third line.

Put your shirt tail in!

This isn't a dance.

This isn't a party dress.

Get it in!

Let's do it a little quicker.

You know, we don't want to be here till
it's dark.

Now, we're not even.

I'd like to make some attempt to...

Can you even up here?

Can you, like, even this?

Do you understand what I'm saying when I
say even up?

Line up.

There you go.

All right, all right.

Take care of even some next time.

Get over here!

They're over there.

You're over here.

What are you doing?

Sorry, Coach.

Are you trying to kill me?

Watch my hand, okay?

One, two, three.

March!

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

No.

No.

No.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

John, let him take a knee.

No, no, no.

We're clumping.

You're clumping up.

No, no, no.

People, spread out.

I want you to spread.

Spread out.

Spread.

And turn.

Turn around and keep marching.

Keep marching, keep
marching, left, right,

left, right, left,
right, left, right, left...

Stop!

Take a knee!

All right, start running!

Hats on!

And don't stop until you hear this
whistle.

Glenn.

Glenn.

Man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.

I take it you were never in the army.

That's a stupid question.

I was.

Oh, man, I marched my keister off.

Well, then help me out.

Okay.

You see this kid up in the stands here?

That's Lew Russ.

He was the greatest halfback this school
ever had.

And I had to toss him off the team because
of his grades.

And now I'm about to lose him for
wrestling if I don't get him up.

Bill, what are we talking about?

What do you want me to do?

Take his tests for him?

No.

But I bet if he played in your band...

I could talk Jacobs into giving him an
academic credit.

And then I'll help you out here.

What instrument does he play?

He doesn't.

He doesn't play anything.

Are you kidding?

No, he'll fit right in.

Glenn, listen.

You get him to play anything.

And I'll get them to march.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Coach Meister.

Your marching buddy.

You know anything at all about music,
Mr. Russ?

No, sir, coach.

You don't have to say, sir.

I'm not a coach, so... Mr. Holland is just
fine.

Sorry, sir.

I mean, Mr. Holland.

Don't apologize.

You haven't done anything yet.

You know how to read music, even a little?

No.

No.

No.

Well, you do realize that...

you're gonna have to learn at least some
of the fundamentals of music...

before you can get into the band.

Listen, Mr. Holland.

I work hard.

I know how to work hard.

I'm just not a school type of person.

Okay.

Well, which instrument do you think you'd
like to play?

Well I was kinda thinking, like...

how about electric guitar?

Well, this is a marching band.

The extension cord would kill us.

How about the tuba?

Tubas are for fat guys with pimples.

Well, given the time constraints,
how do drums strike you?

Drum...

A little pause... and we are back.

I keep losing my place.

Well, why don't you find it?

Enough of us here already think that time
is a magazine.

And I don't want you confusing us any
further.

And by the way, Mr. Barr, it is not,
as they say, considered couth to empty

your spit valve in the middle of the
performance.

Especially not on the foot of the person
sitting next to you.

Okay, let's do it again from the top.

One, two, one, two.

One, two, one, two.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Stop, stop, stop.

Boy, were you saved by the bell.

All right, same time, same place tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Harlan, look, I just want you to know
that I'm...

That you're going to work very hard.

I know, Louis, thank you.

Thanks, Mr. Harlan.

You're welcome.

Will you tell me some stories about the
chicks you met when you were on the ride?

It was a different time.

I was a very different guy.

Check.

Oh, you must be keeping
something so good from me

because you're always
avoiding this line of questioning.

I'm not avoiding anything.

I know you are.

It's just, I lead a very different life
now.

I have a beautiful wife, a gorgeous child,
something you know nothing about.

Check.

I want to have kids someday.

You ought to find a wife first.

I don't want... I don't
want kids that badly.

Checkmate.

Besides, kids at school are like my kids.

I want to smack them sometimes, but
mostly I just want to see them do good.

So, Lou Russ, you going to make it?

Is he going to make it?

I don't think so.

Glenn, come on.

I need him.

I need him.

A kid doesn't...

wrestle, it's not the end of the world.

For him, it is.

If he doesn't wrestle, he doesn't have
anything else.

It's not about wrestling.

I care about the kid.

Bill, how am I supposed to keep a kid in
the band if he can't play an instrument?

You teach him.

You're telling me that
you cannot teach a willing

kid like Lou Russ to
bang a drum or something?

I tried.

No, you teach him.

I tried and I can't.

Well, then you're a lousy teacher.

And I just can't see a chance like this
getting away from him if I can stop it.

Look, I was a kid just like him and if
someone hadn't given me a chance to excel

in the one thing I was
good at, I never would have

become the brilliant
gum-chewing coach that I am.

And I was kept off the chess team and,
well, it's ruined my life.

Do it again.

Come on.

Baby, everything is all right.

I'm just...

Really, everything is all right.

I'm tight.

There's

no railroad track.

The only shirt I own is cream on my back.

I'm the envy of every single guy.

Said I'm the apple of my girl's eye.

We go on steps all the time for a while.

My money's going my so-so style.

But it's all right.

My clothes aren't due all the time.

Because my heart is true.

She said, baby, everything is all right.

I'm uptight.

It's between heart and soul.

She's a permanent girl.

I guess that's what you might say.

I guess all the folks called her up that
day.

The right side of track, she was born and
laid.

In a great big old house with a brother's
name.

It's just that, baby, everything is all
right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Mr. Russ.

Congratulations, you found the beat.

It's a wonderful day.

And a terrific parade.

The New York Cups have a privilege
of 19 guys... and a dark school bus.

Don't forget, I want you to keep your eyes
on the shoes of the person in front of you.

All right, have a good time.

Ready?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Back, back, back.

Just relax.

Just take a deep breath.

We're gonna have fun here.

Let's go, Penny!

We're doing the best we can, damn it!

Hold it, hold it.

Ready?

Mr. Benson.

One, two, three, four.

Iris!

Cole!

Was that fun or what?

There's something wrong with Cole.

What?

I don't know, but I've tried different
things.

Sneaking up behind
him and banging pots and

screaming his name
and stomping on the floor.

He turned when I did that.

Big smile.

He thought I was playing a game.

Iris.

I don't think he can hear.

Cole?

Cole?

Cole?

Cole?

Cole has a 90% hearing loss.

Now, with training, he will learn to use
what hearing he has left.

Treat him as if he's normal.

Talk to him as if he can hear you.

I noticed Cole uses gestures to help
himself be understood.

Let me caution you.

Don't use them back.

Gestures won't help him find his place in
a hearing world.

When he's older, there are schools that
will help him and you to find his voice.

He couldn't hear.

Of all people.

Not a thing.

And because Beethoven
couldn't hear, the thought of him

conducting or let alone composing
was pathetic to most people.

And so to answer them, he composed and
conducted the seventh symphony.

Just try to imagine Beethoven standing on
that podium.

Holding his baton.

His hands waving gracefully through the
air.

And the orchestra in his mind was playing
perfectly.

And the orchestra in front of him trying
desperately just to keep up.

There is a story that in
order to write his music,

Beethoven literally sawed
the legs off his piano.

So that he could lay the body flat on the
ground.

And then...

He would lay down on the ground next to the
piano with his ear pressed to the floor.

And he would pound the keys with his
fingers.

In order to hear his music through the
vibrations of the floor.

Mr. Holland?

Mr. Holland?

If he couldn't hear, how would he even
know what the notes were?

Like...

If he never heard a C...

How would he know that's what he wanted
played.

Beethoven wasn't born deaf.

This

new approach to Beethoven is an now.

Your health belongs above us on the sky.

Imagine all the people living for today.

Imagine there is no country.

There is nothing to kill or die.

And

no religion too.

Imagine all the people.

Life in peace.

All the people must be bloody.

..

dreamers...

a private school.

She said it's the best, and it's way ahead
of any other school in the state.

It's probably the most expensive place in
the state.

Yeah.

But if it's the best, I'm just a little
worried about where the money's coming from.

It's probably a great play, Cyrus,
but I worry about the money, okay?

Show me.

Show me what you want.

Want a dessert?

This?

I don't know what you want.

What?

Cole?

A dessert?

No?

This?

I don't know what you want!

So they were signing, huh?

The school emphasizes it, and she said
it's for parents, too.

What?

What do you want?

Mrs. Sorenson said that gestures
meant... It's way more than gestures.

That gestures meant that Cole would never
learn how to lip-read or to talk.

He can barely talk now.

He can't say two or three words.

The guy is a specialist, Iris.

He's a specialist who thinks that deaf
people are retarded, and he is not retarded.

He's Cole.

What does he... Give him what he wants!

I don't know what he wants.

I don't understand what he's trying to
tell me.

Don't you get it?

You go off to school every day with all of
your children.

You are normal.

I can't talk to my son!

I don't know what he wants or what he
thinks or what he feels.

I can't tell him that I love him.

I can't tell him who I am.

I want to talk to my son.

I don't care what it costs.

I don't care what the stupid doctor says.

I want to talk to my son!

I'm so... I'm so...

We encourage talking and signing at the
same time.

And as you can see,
today the class is learning

the days of the week
and the months of the year.

Would you care to step out for just a
moment, shall we?

Can we talk about tuition?

Yes.

Is there any chance of government subsidy?

I'm afraid not.

Well, we can handle it.

So how long would it be before he learns
how to sign?

Well, not as long as it'll take the two of
you.

You see, children learn
very quickly, but adults,

well, so much depends
on how much you put into it.

Mm-hmm.

And when would we begin?

Well, our next intensive program,
the one that we gear towards parents,

starts in June.

It's three months, three hours,
every day.

The most important teacher your child will
ever have is you.

So who was Bach writing all this for?

Mr. Tidd.

Care to join us?

Learn from the Adams family?

You're the lich, dipstick.

How about I shut your smart mouth,
man?

Anytime you want to try.

Tidd, you take one more step, and you'll
think you were born in potential.

Get back to your seat.

Stadler, sometimes the best way to deal
with a pest is to ignore them.

Okay, don't forget pages 280 to 314 for
tomorrow, Stadler.

Are you stoned again?

I don't need to stay straight for this
class.

I know this stuff.

I can give you all the names and dates you
want.

I know all the scales, the
modes, counterpoint... So what?

The name of this class is music
appreciation.

I don't see you appreciating anything.

This is such lame bullshit.

Sit down.

You are this close from being suspended,
pal.

You think you are real smart, don't you?

Okay.

Prove it.

I want a paper on my desk by the end of
term.

I want it to be single-spaced.

I want it to be annotated.

I want the name of this report to be
Music, the Language of Emotion.

You can't make me do that.

Watch me!

This is not extra credit.

Don't do it, you flunk.

This isn't fair, Mr. Holland.

Life is not fair, pal.

Mr. Holland?

Yeah.

You can tell Mrs. Jacobs I'll take care of
it.

Okay.

Am I released yet?

No.

I want you to meet me here.

Saturday morning at 10 a.m.

Why?

Research.

We are honored and we are proud that we
have known him.

And our lives are forever changed.

Lewis's gifts live in each of us.

Let us burn bright his spirit,
his courage, his love.

Amen.

Amen.

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow.

Between the crosses, row on row.

That mark our place.

And in the sky, the larks, still bravely
singing, fly.

Scarce heard among the guns below.

So, uh, who's the...

Who's the one, uh... You know...

There's some kid I taught to bang a drum
named Louis Russ.

He made the...

State wrestling finals three years
running.

He was never as smart as you are.

He had to work real hard.

Even to graduate.

Maybe that's why it meant so much to him.

Aim.

Fire.

Aim.

Present arms.

On behalf of the President of the United
States and a grateful nation, I present

this flag in recognition of your son,
Corporal Louis Russ, for his long and

faithful service to his country.

Arms.

Face.

You can go home now.

Hi, Glenn.

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

What a waste.

We know too many of these kids.

Fine.

Let's get out of here.

Of course, Daisy is also the former Miss
Idaho.

Her dress is made of a potato skin.

You stop it.

This is Glenn.

And this is Iris.

Hello, Glenn.

Nice to meet you.

This is Cole.

Say hi.

This is Cole.

Hello, everybody.

Hi.

Hi.

Mr. Holland, a word.

Mrs. Jake is with you.

It's never just one word.

What are your plans for the summer?

Oh.

The usual, I guess.

You know, the Clyde Crash Cup School of
Driver's Ed.

What about you?

Oh, I'm going to be very busy.

Gardens to plant.

Grandchildren to visit.

Retiring, Mr. Holland.

What?

I've been promising my husband for several
years now.

It's time.

I have something for you.

A-a momento, if you will.

Mr. Holland, of all the teachers here at
Charlotte Kennedy High School,

you're my favorite.

I'm gonna rent myself a house In the shade
of a freeway

I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning,
and go to work each day, and when the

evening comes around, I'll go on home and
lay my body down.

Therefore, I shall resign the presidency
affecting that news tomorrow.

Come streaming in, I'll get up and do it
again.

I'm caught between the longing from love
and the struggle for the legal tender.

Where the sirens sing, and the church bells
ring, and the just man who owns his tender.

Where the veterans dream of the fight,
fast asleep at the traffic light.

And the children solemnly wait for the ice
cream vendor.

Out into the cool of the evening,
strolls the pretender.

He knows that all his hopes and dreams
begin and end there.

All right, moving on.

People, let's get through this.

Moving on.

Now, people, please.

Move on to the next item of the agenda,
which is the senior class play.

Now... Oh, yes, yes.

After our critical success last year with
Romeo and Juliet, Mr. Holland and I have

come up with the most wonderful idea for
this year's production.

Well, we're not doing the full production.

We're going to do a review.

A George and Ira Gershwin review.

Very few costumes, one set.

Much cheaper than...

I know this is going to bother some of
you, but I think we have to consider

cutting the senior class play altogether
this year.

Are you nuts?

People... Yes?

You know what?

Probably enough.

It's going to bother you.

People, people, please.

Let's keep in mind why we are here.

We're looking for
things which will keep

money in the school
coffers, not take it away.

At the expense of what?

I have a responsibility to
the Board of Education, and

there just isn't the money
to fund programs like this.

Not anymore.

Why are we teaching any of them?

Let us move on, please.

No, this is the kind of thing that's
important to me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Gene.

Yes?

Bill?

Will, I think I can guarantee that this
year's show will make money.

I'm listening.

What if we get some of my football players
to be the dancers in the show?

And then people will show up in droves
just to see them fall on their asses.

Will, I don't want to turn this into a
farce.

It wouldn't be a farce because we would
get them to be better than the damn June

Taylor dancers, and then that'll shock the
hell out of everybody.

Who's going to teach the football players
how to dance?

Me.

You?

You?

I minored in modern dance.

He minored in modern dance, Gene.

I did.

The coach had us do it so we'd be more
graceful.

I'm going to pull my leg.

I've got rhythm.

I've got music.

I've got my gal.

Who could ask for anything more?

I've got daisies in green passages.

I've got my gal.

Who could ask for anything more?

I've got rhythm.

I've got music.

I've got my gal.

Who could ask for anything more?

I've got rhythm.

In green pastures, I got my man Who could
ask for anything more?

Old man trouble, I
don't mind him You won't

find him round my door
I got starlight, I got...

I got starlight, I got sweet dreams I got
my gal, who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Huh?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

We still don't have an ingenue.

Don't worry, we still have a few more
people to see yet.

All right, Billy Faraday can
pull off the Gershwin, but

the only ingenue we seem to
have so far is Todd Markham.

I really don't think that Todd Markham or
his parents or Billy Faraday...

I got people, I got
music I got my man who

could ask for anything
more Maybe it's just me.

I think she's better than Todd Markham.

I got my man who could ask for anything
more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You

won't find him round my door I got
starlight, I got sweet dreams I got my man

who could ask for anything more Who
could ask for anything more Very good.

Miss... Morgan.

Rowena Morgan.

Very good.

You were very, very good.

Thank you very much.

Hey, how was the science fair?

You want to go to the what?

Stars.

Cole discovered astronomy tonight.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Slow down.

Slow down.

You're going like a rocket.

He wants to be an astronaut.

Good.

Who put that stuff in his head?

As a matter of fact, his teachers.

I thought you were going to meet us.

Well, I wanted to, but I had
to get these orchestrations

finished by the end of
the week for the kids.

We're going to do a Gershwin review.

It's always something, isn't it?

If it isn't a school play, it's band
practice.

Or grading papers.

Or some student committee needs an
advisor.

Missing a science fair isn't the end of
the world.

Maybe you didn't hear me this morning.

I heard you.

I always hear you.

He wanted you to be there tonight.

Oh, God.

You know what's really amazing?

No matter what I do, no
matter how hard I try, sooner

or later, anything I try
turns out being wrong.

Why is every other child more important to
you than your child?

I'm a teacher, Iris.

You are his father.

I am both.

I do one thing.

I let him down.

I do another thing.

I let the school down.

How the hell am I supposed to be
everything for everybody?

You have to make priorities.

I have!

He's my son, and I love him.

And I do the best I goddamn can,
okay?

Well, you know what?

Your best isn't good enough.

So go on.

Write your music.

Write my music, huh?

Write my music?

When do I have time to write my music?

Go on.

Out from home?

But I really can't.

Well, then the school is on.

Goodwilling.

...so.

That was perfect, darling.

Mr. Hyde.

Did we tell the King?

It was good.

Can I talk to her for a second?

Sure.

Let's all take a break for a minute.

I was trying to sing my best.

It was fine.

I just want to ask you a question.

What do you think the girl's really
feeling here?

I don't know.

You have to know.

Or you can't sing it.

This song is wistful, Miss Morgan.

It's about a woman who is alone in a very,
very cold world.

And all she wants more than anything is to
have someone hold her close.

And to tell her that everything's gonna be
all right.

It's about...

the need for love...

in your gut.

Okay?

I'll try again from the top.

This time I want to do it in a lower key.

There's a saying old Says that love is
blind Still we're often told Seek and ye

shall find So I'd like to seek a certain
lad I've had in my...

heart And I'm known as the devil Who makes

you laugh It's such a wonderful song High,
Mr. Holland.

Hey, Miss Morgan.

What are you working on?

What are you doing here, then?

Nothing important.

Sometimes it's easier to work here than at
home.

Would you mind if I join you?

No, not at all.

I'll have some coffee.

Or tea.

Anything under a buck.

It's something I always remembered about
your class, Mr. Holland.

You have this very highly developed sense
of humor.

Thank you.

I loved your class.

The way you taught.

You loved music and you made the kids love
it with you.

I always wanted to tell you that.

Well, I'm glad you did.

So, you're a senior now.

You got any ideas about where you're going
to go to college yet?

No.

My mom and dad have a little restaurant
downtown.

My dad's dream.

He wants me to stay and help him with it.

Really?

What do you want to do?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean...

If you had one wish, you
know, if you could do whatever

it is that you really wanted
to do, what would it be?

Sing.

I think I'd rather sing than do anything.

Sometimes I dream about
going to New York and

being on the stage in front
of thousands of people.

That's what I'd wish for.

Maybe I shouldn't tell you this,
Miss Martin.

But you have...

a great talent.

And if you have the passion, if you have
the hunger, then you ought to go to New

York and do what you want to do,
no matter what anyone tells you.

Can I get you anything?

No.

I should get going.

See you Monday, Mr. Holland.

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

Cole.

Cole.

Cole, take this stuff outside.

It stinks.

Go open the window for him.

Hey.

Don't bust my butt.

I don't believe it.

He didn't do it on purpose.

Are you kidding me?

Of course he didn't.

Cole, help clean up.

Careful.

Wait.

Just wait.

I'll do it myself.

Help me out here.

He said he's only trying to help.

Well, he's making a bigger mess than he
already has.

This is off limits, Cole.

Do you understand?

Don't touch.

Let's don't sit.

We may never, never meet again on the
bumpy road to love.

Still I'll always, always keep the memory
of the way you hold your knife the way we

dance till three the way you change my
life Where did you go?

I think we all gotta call it quits.

Could we work on someone to watch over me?

I've been working on it.

It's pretty late.

Next time then.

What's this?

Oh, that's what I was working on the other
night.

You wrote this?

Well, I I pick at it once in a while.

Would you play this for me?

Please.

It's wonderful.

Is there more?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's just not finished.

Ro.

Are you done yet?

Are we?

Goodnight, Rowena.

Goodnight.

Who's Rowena?

Huh?

Who's Rowena?

Uh, a legend.

A heroine from Norse mythology.

I got a book about it somewhere around
here.

I was just wondering what
you thought would be a

good night for Cole and
I to come see the show.

Opening night?

Yeah, or, no, um, I've got a meeting on
Friday with Cole's teachers.

Saturday, then.

Yes.

Great.

I've got rhythm.

I've got music.

I've got Maya.

Who can ask for anything more?

I've got daisies in green pastures.

I've got Pyga.

Who can ask for anything more?

I've got starlight.

I've got sweet dreams.

I've got Pyga.

Who can ask for anything more?

Who can ask for anything more?

Still I'll always, always keep the memory
of the way you hold your mouth.

The way we danced to the flame.

The way you changed my life.

No, no, they can't take that away from me.

No, they can't take that away from me.

I've got starlight.

I've got sweet dreams.

I've got Maya.

Who can ask for anything more?

Who can ask for anything more?

Who can ask

for anything more?

Anything more?

Anything more?

Mr.

Holland.

How was I?

Truth.

You were great.

I owe it all to you.

No.

No.

I just accompanied you.

Mr. Holland, I'm doing what you said.

I'm going to New York.

I'm gonna be a singer.

You know, someday we're all gonna say that
we knew you when.

No, you don't understand.

I'm going tomorrow.

What?

There's a party at Miss Olmstead's after
we close the play.

I'll be there to sort of say goodbye to my
friends.

They don't know, but the bus leaves from
downtown at midnight.

I'll be on it.

Rowena.

Rowena.

You know, when I said that you should go
to New York, I didn't mean right away.

You have so much time.

If I wait, I'll never do it.

I'll end up waiting tables or working in
some store.

It has to be now.

You could come with me.

I know you think I'm just a kid.

I know you're married and you have a son.

Rowena.

I know.

Don't you see?

You can be writing great music.

The bus stops at King's Drugstore.

Tomorrow night.

There's a saying old Says that love is
blind Still we're often told Seek and ye

shall find So I'm going to seek A certain
land I've had in mind Looking everywhere

Haven't found him
yet He's the big affair I

cannot forget Only man
I ever think of With regret

I'd like To have To add
his initial to my monogram

Tell me, where is the
shepherd for this lost land?

There's a somebody I'm
longing to see I hope that

he Turns out to be Someone
who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's
lost in the wood I know I

could Always be good to
one who'll watch over me.

Although he may not be
the man some girls think

of as handsome, to my
heart he carries the key.

Won't you tell him please to put on some
speed, follow my lead, oh how I need

someone to watch over me.

Listen, some of the kids are having a party,
and I really should make an appearance.

Do you want to come?

Um, I should get Cole home.

Okay, okay, well I'm not going to be late.

All right?

Okay.

You pack light.

You got a place to stay?

YWCA.

That's the name of a guy that I used to
play in a band with.

I've already called him.

He and his wife were expecting you.

This isn't the way I imagined it.

But it's the best way.

I love you.

.

Recall, the guiding spirit of the Beatles
is dead tonight at the age of 40.

The mood was silence and reverence at the
appointed hour of 11 o'clock, but as the

crowd continued singing the Beatles'
songs, the songs of John Lennon,

they became happier, vibrant, or spirited.

That was the purpose of John Lennon's
music and his life.

At O'Brien Square in southwest Portland,
this is Jim Collins reporting.

What happened to your eye?

Sorry?

Later.

In a second.

Someone was... was killed.

No, no, Cole.

That's not funny.

John... Lennon.

The musician.

You wouldn't understand.

He was killed.

Are you okay?

It's so sad.

Cole.

What is it?

He wants to what?

If he wants to tell you something,
he wants to be sure you understand.

Couldn't we do this another time?

No.

Why do you assume that John Lennon's death
would mean nothing to me?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Are you stupid?

I know who John Lennon is.

I never said that he was...

I can't read your lips if you don't look
at me.

I never said that you were stupid.

You must think so.

If you think I don't know who the Beatles
are or any music at all.

You think I don't care about what it is
that you do or what you love?

You're my father.

I know what music is.

You could help me to know it better,
but no.

You care more about teaching other people
than you do about me.

Iris.

What does this mean?

That means asshole.

Come to bed.

It's really late.

I was only trying to...

protect him.

I just didn't want to see him hurt.

Or disappointed.

The second one would be...

If there are songs with words,
you will need an interpreter.

Someone to sign the words along with the
music.

Okay, so what we can do...
We can do two kinds of music.

The first kind would be the...

pure music without words.

The pure music without words.

That they could experience through...

putting themselves...

into the light.

Maybe lights flashing.

Did you like that?

For our final selection tonight... we
are going to do a song by John Lennon.

Now to those of
you... in our audience...

who are here...

this evening you will be grateful for your
hearing difficulties...

because I am going to sing.

And to those of you who...

have no hearing problems...

my profound apologies.

On a personal note...

I would like to dedicate
this song... to my... son.

Cole.

Close your eyes.

Have no fear.

The monster's gone.

He's on the run.

And your daddy's here.

Beautiful, beautiful...
beautiful... beautiful boy.

Before you go to sleep.

Say a little prayer.

Every day... In every way...
It's getting better... and better...

Beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful... beautiful boy.

Over the ocean.

Over the ocean.

I can't wait to see you come of age,
but I guess we both just have to be

patient, cause it's a long way to go,
a hard road to hoe, yes it's a long way to

go, but I can't wait to see you come of
age, but I guess we both just have to be

patient, cause it's a long Go,
go, go, go, go, go, but in the meantime

Before you cross the street, please take
my hand Life is what happens to you while

you're busy making other plans Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Oh,

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful, cold.

Well, I got a woman way over town that's
good to me.

Oh yeah, I got a woman way over town
that's good to me.

Oh yeah, she gives me money when I'm in
need.

Yeah, she's a kind of friend indeed.

I got a woman way over town that's good to
me.

Oh yeah, she stays loving early in the
morning just for me.

Oh yeah, oh she's my baby, I don't
understand.

Yeah, I'm a loving man.

I got a woman way over town that's good to
me.

Oh yeah, I don't you know she's all right.

Hey John, who wants to see me?

He's with someone.

Oh, well I'll come back later.

Mr. Holland?

You better wait.

Mr. Holland, would you come in please?

What's wrong with Sarah, Gene?

Please, sit down.

I'd rather stand, thanks.

Why is Sarah crying, Gene?

All right, I'll come right to the point.

You know how the budget meeting was at the
Board of Education meeting last Tuesday.

Be that as it may.

Each school in the district
has been asked to submit

proposals on ways of reducing
costs by 10% by September.

This is what I've decided.

The entire music program.

And art.

And drama.

Well, congratulations, Gene.

You've been looking
for a way to get rid of me

for 30 years and they
finally gave you an excuse.

You know, I'm not as popular as you.

I'm not anybody's favorite anything.

That's because you're the enemy,
Gene.

You just don't know it.

But I care about these kids just as much
as you do.

And if I'm forced to choose between Mozart
and reading and writing and long division,

I choose long division.

Well, I guess you can cut the arts as much
as you want, Gene.

Sooner or later these kids aren't going to
have anything to read or write about.

Mr. Holland?

If there's anything I can do...

A recommendation?

I'm 60 years old, Gene.

What are you going to do?

Write me a recommendation for the morgue?

Jacobs would have fought this.

She would have lost.

Yes, she would have lost, but she would
have fought this.

And so will I.

No.

No.

Do not misunderstand me.

I am not talking about my job.

I am talking about the education that
students once got at Kennedy High versus

the education that you people are willing
to give these kids today.

We have been going over and over this,
Mr. Holland.

We've done all we can.

Then do it again.

That's what I used to
tell you when you were my

student, Michael, and it
served you pretty well then.

Well, that was a different time,
Mr. Holland.

I don't think the time was that different.

I think that more was expected of us.

Fifteen seconds.

I think the big difference is how little
you people care and how lazy you've become.

I resent your tone,
Mr. Holland, and I don't think you

have any real appreciation
for our financial problems.

Oh, come on, Michael.

You know, the big problem here is that you
people are willing to create a generation

of children who will not have the ability
to think or create or listen.

Hi, Mr. Holland.

Mr. Holland, as I've said, we've done the
best that we can.

Your best is not good enough.

A very flattering offer has
been made to me to teach

at a university for the
deaf in Washington, D.C.

I'm not sure that I'm
going to take it because I'm

fond of the students and
the school that I'm at now.

It's something to think about.

No girlfriends yet, at least not serious
ones.

And tell Dad that I'm never going to give
his car back.

Love always, Cole.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

You know, I had some jock straps in the
red cycle down in the locker room.

Let's see if you needed any help.

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope.

So you decided what you're going to do
yet?

Too old to start a rock band.

Probably hang out a shingle and teach a
few piano lessons.

I'd love to retire.

I'm not retiring, Bill.

I'm getting dumped.

And I don't think you have anything to
worry about.

The day they cut the football
budget in this state, well now,

that will be the end of Western
civilization as we know it.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm scared to death.

They have no idea how much they're going
to miss you around here.

You really think so?

What, are you doubted?

Well, as a matter of fact, yeah.

It's almost funny.

I got dragged into this
gig kicking and screaming

and now it's the only
thing I want to do and...

You work your whole life.

You work for 30 years because you think
that what you do makes a difference.

You think it matters to people.

Then you wake up one
morning and you find out,

well, no, you've made
a little error there.

You are...

expendable.

Oh, I should be laughing.

Yes, you don't need any help.

What are you doing here?

Going out with me too.

The old car.

It looks pretty good.

It's a 560.

You can't have a buy.

No, no.

You don't have to do this.

I don't want an old bike like this.

It won't rain at all.

Okay, okay.

Asshole.

That's enough, you two.

Let's go out to the car.

Now, what is that?

I don't know.

What?

You can't hear what's going on in the
auditorium?

Oh, yeah.

I hear it.

Well, there's something going on.

I think this isn't supposed to be.

Well, there could be something going on.

No, the summer program won't start for
another couple of weeks.

Oh, I missed you.

I missed you.

Hello.

Hello.

Our master of ceremony seems to be a
little late.

So, I guess it's up to me to begin.

When word first got out that the music
program was cut, and about the retirement

of my husband, well, I've never seen such
a response from the community.

Oh, looks like my watch is fast.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I
present our governor and Kennedy

High School alumnus, the
most honorable Gertrude Lamb.

My apologies for my tardiness.

And, Principal Walters, I'd like you to
know, yes, I brought it out from my mother.

Mr. Holland had a profound influence on my
life.

On a lot of lives, I know.

And yet, I get the feeling that he considers
a great part of his own life, misspent.

Rumor had it, he was always working on
this symphony of his.

And this was going to make him famous.

Rich.

Probably both.

But Mr. Holland isn't rich.

And he isn't famous.

At least not outside of our little town.

So, it might be easy for him to think
himself a failure.

And he would be wrong.

Because I think he's achieved a success,
far beyond riches and fame.

Look around you.

There is not a life in this room that you
have not touched.

And each one of us is a better person
because of you.

We are your symphony, Mr. Holland.

We are the melodies and the notes of your
opus.

And we are the music of your life.

Mr. Holland, we would now like to give
something back to you.

To you and to your wife,
who along with you has

waited 30 years for
what we are about to hear.

If you will, would you please come up here
and take this baton and lead us in the

first performance ever of the American
Symphony by Glenn Holland.

I feel that the love around me Has come
from another land I have lost love I have

found love From the
moment A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.