All language subtitles for school_of_rock_s03e02_do_you_want_to_know_a_secret

I had so much fun yesterday.

You should have seen your face when you
bowled that strike.

Was it something like this?

Yeah, that's the one.

Short face selfie.

You look cute like that. We should make
that face all day.

Totally.

Oh, man, did I forget to wear my pants
again?

Phew.

Yeah, we're all relieved.

What's with the sassy belt?

I earned this belt from eight intense
years of jujitsu training.

Then I lost it under the couch until
yesterday.

Oh, I didn't know you took jujitsu. I
didn't want to intimidate you guys.

I'm basically a lethal weapon.

I once broke three boards with this
hand.

I also broke this hand.

That School of Rock song is still stuck
in my head.

Rock and roll is our education. We don't
know when and we don't know how. But

the future starts right now.

Wow. You guys must really love School of
Rock.

No. I love my mom and dad.

What I feel for School of Rock is much
more.

They're the best.

Goosebumps at places I didn't even know
I could have.

Goosebumps.

Don't ruin this for me, Larry.

I can't wait for their new song to come
out. Did you see the School of Rock

blog? Their new single comes out Friday.
I check the blog all the time for new

information.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

I'm a super fan, too. I know everything
about S .O .R. Like that people call

them S .O .R. And they're from Austin.

And they won Battle of the Bands. And
they're kids like us. I wish I knew who

they were.

I love how after the first chorus, the
bass player throws in that funky lick.

Oh, I love it too.

Oh, shoot. I stopped getting cell
service.

I've got no bars.

I've got no bars.

Yeah, I think the trick to that bass
lick is popping the E string with your

thumb. You know you should really read
the blog before you make dumb guesses.

I don't need to read the blog. You do if
you want to know what you're talking

about. I know what I'm talking about.
I'm the one who played it. What?

As a doornail.

Dead? What? No, sleepy as a doornail.

Isn't that the expression?

No, no, it's not.

He'll be fine. He just won't remember
anything when he wakes up.

Let's run.

They know all the words to our song.

And on an unrelated note, Ash is taking
a nap in the hallway.

Thanks to my expert jujitsu skills.

Ah, I too am a master of watching a
whole lot of kung fu movies.

I train five nights a week.

My parents have cable.

Let's dance.

This isn't over.

Feel's over.

I will be your sensei.

I will use all my skill and attack you
when you least expect it.

Do you need me to help you out, Mr.
Finn? That'd be great.

I have a problem. Everyone is dying to
know who School of Rock is. It kind of

makes you wonder, what if the band
wasn't a secret?

I could finally wear my School of Rock
jacket with the patch on.

Yeah, and I'd get fired.

Good one, Zach.

He's right.

Our parents would freak out if they
found out we were rocking in class every

day. I'd miss the teacher's lounge and
all the free bags of lunch in there.

You know they put their names on them so
you know who to thank?

I guess we still got to keep it a
secret.

But sometimes it's fun to imagine we're
rock stars. Tour buses, giant stadiums,

girls chanting my name.

Freddy! Freddy!

Freddy! Oh, hey, ladies. Catch you at
the carpool.

It's just not fair.

I use hair products, too, girls.

If you could tell one person about the
band, who would it be?

Sharon.

My mom.

I would tell my brother.

He's only four months old, but I think
he'd get it.

Also Sharon.

Well, since we're all friends with her
now, I'd say Kale.

She's the last person I'd tell.

What? You don't like Kale? I love her,
but she's terrible at keeping secrets.

Remember?

Oh, that's so sweet. You got me a
birthday present.

It's specifically designed to wear on
the hoverboard your mom got you.

Wait, is my mom getting me a hoverboard?

No.

You weren't supposed to find out until
your surprise party.

Surprise party?

Let's see.

to finish our new song because somebody
put on the blog that it's coming out

this Friday.

I wonder who that was.

Maybe it was the guy that kept saying, I
don't want to do the blog.

If you didn't want to do the blog, you
shouldn't have been out to take the day

we decided who would write the blog.

Guys, this is serious.

We need to get this new song out. Kids
are fickle, and they'll move on to the

next band if we don't produce.

That's ridiculous.

Marble Mouth is always going to be my
favorite band. I thought your favorite

band was Fuzzy Roadkill.

Dude, that was like five favorite bands
ago.

Mr. Finn's right. We have to finish our
song.

That settles it. We'll spend all our
class time working on the new song.

Yeah!

Good news, everybody.

I'm your new classmate.

Due to overcrowding and Mr. Kravitz's
tragic accident, we moved a few pupils

around. Why a 63 -year -old man was
trampolining, I do not know.

Yeah, because Kravitz was a baller, yo.

That's why.

Be that as it may, since Kayla's so
chummy with all of you, it was an

choice.

Oh, great.

For how long?

Permanently.

Ah.

So, Kate will be with the class when we
do everything we do? Like English, math,

social studies, other stuff.

Isn't it great?

So great. You guys are vlogging over
there.

Seeing those smiles on your faces really
makes being your principal all

worthwhile. That, and I'm in my jammies
by four.

but I stopped using tissues to save the
forest.

That's better.

All right, now that we're done with
their science, we usually do stuff that

can't do now.

So... Yes, Summer.

Mr. Finn, can Tamika, Freddy, Zach,
Lawrence, and I all have a path to go to

bathroom? Why would you all have to go
to the bathroom at the same time?

Because we do. We all do.

And so do you.

I do?

All right.

Let's go.

Wait. How does she know when you have to
go?

Oh, Summer has P -P -E -S -P.

Ew. I mean, it's a gift.

Do I have to go, Summer?

No, you don't.

a nightmare.

With Kale in our class, we can't finish
our new song.

Finish? We can't even start. Or talk
about it without pretending to go to the

bathroom. Can we hurry this up, dudes?
Because even though my brain knows we're

pretending, my body's already setting
stuff in motion.

What are we gonna do?

We know we can't tell Kale. She'd blow
our cover. Hmm.

Maybe we can ninja strike!

Ah!

I can't, I can't, I can't! You're a true
purple belt!

That's not even jujitsu. It's something
Nancy Moskin did to me in the third

grade.

We should give Kale a chance.

Let's put it to another vote. No.

I will take that as a maybe.

There's got to be some way to get her
out of her class.

Okay, I have two thoughts.

One, I hate Nancy Motzkin.

Two, I've got a plan to get rid of Kale.
Let's go.

Good news, class.

Our friend and new addition, Kale, has
just been elected. What?

Class go -getter.

Every time that the class needs
something, you go and get it.

Go get her?

When did we vote on this?

It doesn't exist.

He made it up to get her out of the
classroom.

Still, I would have liked to have at
least been considered for the position.

You ready for your first mission?

I'll do my best. Okay.

We need a number four coffee filter,
some purple chalk, eight

popsicle sticks, and...

Uh, One Direction refrigerator magnet.

Go get him, go -getter. Yes, sir. Okay.

Who's ready to rock?

Yeah!

Let's crank this thing up before she
gets back.

You know, if you're that interested, I
hear writing the blog is a great honor.

Aw, I couldn't take that honor away from
you. I don't need honor. I got this.

All right, guys, let's rehearse, even
though it's going to take Kale forever

find all that stuff.

Shortest rehearsal ever.

Here you go, Mr. Finn.

Wow, you got everything.

And I know it wasn't on the list, but I
also got a basket full of hugs. Who

wants one?

I'll take one.

There you go, buddy.

Way to hug, Block.

I have a great lunch, kids. You all know
my leftover policy. There's no part of

a banana that's too bruised for the old
Dewmaster.

You don't think she saw us, do you? I
hope not.

Lunch is our only chance to get away
from her and rehearse the new song.

Wait a second. No one said anything
about missing lunch. I quit the band.

Wait.

That granola bar?

I'm back in.

We wouldn't have to skip lunch if we
just told Kel the truth.

Secret ban.

If it's not a secret, there's not a ban.
We don't have time for that.

Let's just eat while we play. How hard
can it be?

Gary, the janitor needs to step up his
game.

No.

Guys, School of Rock goes to our school.

Our school is the school that School of
Rock goes to for school and rock.

What?

No way.

Yes way. And we are going to figure out
who they are.

Or not. I don't really like figuring
things out while I'm at school.

Well, I do.

And I'm getting so close.

By the time that single comes out on
Friday, I'm going to be on a first -name

basis with everyone in School of Rock.

Who's with me? Summer? Tamika? Freddie?
Zach?

Lawrence?

Yep. Those are all our names.

Oh, boy.

Did you hear that?

Gil's going to find out who School of
Rock is by Friday.

Everyone will know the secret.

I'm not cut out for this kind of
suspense.

Kale's never going to stop trying to
figure out who School of Rock is. She's

obsessed with us. I know.

Why do we have to be so dang great?

I just finished writing up my resume for
when Kale spills the beans.

I'm going to need a new job.

What do you think?

Hairy back is not a skill.

That's my dating profile.

I keep telling you guys, I really think
we should trust Kale.

Those figures she blabbed were a long
time ago.

She's matured a lot since last semester.
We just can't take that chance.

It's such a shame, because Kayla's one
of the best people I know.

She's so honest and sweet. She's
compassionate about animals and cares

planet. And not just our planet.

She's also raising money to clean up the
moon.

I'll tell you what I'd miss.

Her hugs.

I'll give you a hug. I don't want a pity
hug.

I do.

We text her. We give her a face secret
and see if she tells anyone.

That could work.

How'd it go? Pretty great. I told her a
really gross secret.

I don't think she'll tell anyone.

Hey, Zach.

Or should I say Warden McBoogerface?

Let me guess.

Did that gross secret have anything to
do with me?

Old Cale, you had a booger and wart
problem.

You made up everything but my name.

Ooh, fake name.

Good tip for next time.

Yo, I thought we were friends. How come
you never told me you had a booger and

wart problem?

I don't. Yo, Booger T. Washington.

That was good.

But hurtful.

So hurtful.

Great. That name's gonna stick.

Like a booger.

Sorry. Hurtful.

Thank you so much for telling Kale our
secret.

So does that mean we have to give up the
band?

What choice do we have?

Kale being in our class is ruining
everything.

Yeah, things were going so great before
Principal Mullins dumped Kale on us. I

know. It's terrible, but we're stuck
with her.

We'll never get rid of Kale. Just like
Zack will never get rid of his warts.

scientific method is observation.

You must notice every specific detail.

Isn't that right, Kale?

Kale?

She's not here, Mr. Finch. She never
came back from lunch.

Wow.

I'd be a terrible scientist.

Sorry I'm late. I was talking to
Principal Mullen.

Ah, that's okay. Take a seat.

Actually, I'm not in this class anymore.

I just transferred out. I came to get my
things.

Wait, why did you transfer out?

I heard you guys saying it was a
nightmare having me in your class.

Is that all you heard?

And that I was ruining everything.

Oh, good.

I mean, we're so sorry.

Gil, it's not what you think.

So, you do want me to stay in the class?

Well, actually, it's pretty much what
you think.

I won't bother you guys again.

Don't go.

What we're trying to say is that we
really do like you and we want to be

with you and hang out with you. Except
not in this classroom. I will sleep like

a baby knowing you're gone.

Guys, if ever there was a time to trust
someone, it's now.

We're School of Raw.

Wow. I know, right?

It's one thing if you don't want to be
around me, but it's really not very nice

to tease me about something you know is
so important to me. My love of School of

Rock. No, really, we are School of Rock.
You don't believe us? This is

completely unbelievable.

Next thing you're going to tell me, Mr.
Finn is the bass player.

Actually, I'm the rhythm guitar player
and the eye candy.

Well, I guess there's only one way to
prove it to you.

You're about to see and hear something
that will blow your mind.

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

Come on. Do you expect me to believe
that School of Rock recorded my favorite

song in a janitor's closet in the
basement of my school?

You're right. That's pretty
unbelievable.

How about this?

Oh, my.

Goji berries.

If you think this is cool, we're about
to melt your face.

Take a seat, lady.

Here's a song I think you may know.

One, two, three, four.

One night, we're gonna die.

It'd be the end of the band. We'd be
kicked out of the school.

Our parents would ground us until we're
87.

Also, I'd get fired.

You think this guy's getting another
job?

He's not.

I don't want any of that to happen.

You guys won't believe this, but I'm
kind of bad at keeping secrets.

You!

Tell Sue, please.

Okay, we do know.

So now that you know, are you going to
come back?

Gosh, no.

I wouldn't be able to focus on school if
I was sitting next to my favorite band.

I'd be way too starstruck.

Are you sure?

Yes. But thanks for that private
concert. I will not forget this for as

I live. Oh, I can't wait to tell.

My diary.

Or you can be in charge of writing the S
.O .R. blog.

That would be the greatest honor ever.

Greatest honor ever, huh?

Well, maybe I could write the blog.

You had your chance.

Quick, Hale. You look excited about
something.

I am. And I can't keep it bottled up
inside one second longer.

My moon fund reached $150.

I've already donated $5. That is the
most you're going to squeeze out of me.

I've got dreams, too.

Your secret's safe with me.

Problem with your locker?

Yeah, it seems to be stuck.

Oh, allow me.