All language subtitles for Drama Club s01e08 The Phantom

Singing is, of course, a key element to
any musical. It can transcend a mere

moment and make it an experience.

Some people are born with the gift of an
amazing singing voice.

And some people are not.

But have no fear, I've found... I

give you the auto -tune microphone.

It makes any voice sound amazing.

Ta -da!

Try it. Sing anything you want. Anything
I want.

I don't need this because I am already
so talented.

Deborah, how dare you?

We sound amazing. That was such a good
idea.

Yo, Bert.

If burps sound that good, I wonder if...

Your microphone privileges have been
revoked. Too late.

Aw, Bench!

Max,

we have an emergency.

Don't worry, Dorothy. I've already
created a schedule on how we'll share

of the microphone. It's not that.

Gertie's favorite hat is missing.

Oh, I'm sure it'll turn up.

Skip's tap shoes are gone.

They are?

No one's breaking into the theater and
messing with our stuff.

I don't think that's it. I agree with
Gertie. It's probably just a ghost.

And I take back my agreement.

It's the Phantom of Farth Hall.

One hundred years ago, on this very
night, a talented actress died on stage

a light mysteriously fell on her during
her solo.

The story goes that it was her jealous
co -star who paid a stage hand to drop

the light.

The actress has been haunting the
theater ever since.

This place is haunted?

Ew. So a ghost has my tap shoes?

Guys, you probably just misplaced
yourself.

I'm going to grab the microphone so we
can start rehearsal.

I'll see everyone on stage in five.

Except you, Oliver. You need to work on
your bio for the program. It's late.

Every year, the bane of my existence is
writing my bio for the program. Not

because I don't like writing about
myself, but because it's impossible to

much talent into such a small space.

Like a rare snow leopard, Oliver Olivier
is a kind of majestic creature most

would wait their entire lives to catch a
single glimpse of.

No, too humble. So if a ghost put on my
tap shoes, would the shoes become

invisible too?

It's very possible, bro. Can you two
please be quiet while I'm writing?

no such thing as a ghost. I need a ghost
writer.

Someone who can write my bio for me but
give me all the credit. A storyteller. A

wordsmith. A poet.

But who?

Fearing my light because the world is
brighter with me shining in it.

Okay, who has it? Has what? The
microphone. I locked it in my office and

it's gone. It was probably stolen like
Gertie's had in Skip's tap shoes.

It was probably the... Do not say ghost.
Do not.

Phantom.

Say it, Mac.

Go ahead.

Okay, Darcy was right all along. Someone
is stealing her stuff.

So we're opening up an investigation.

Mac. I'm going to be a good cop and I'm
going to be a bad cop. No, we're going

to report it to the proper authorities.

Oh, bummer.

So, someone stole your microphone. Not
just any microphone, a really cool one.

They also took a hat and some tap shoes.

I thought I made it abundantly clear
that the arts are dumb and I don't care

about your drama club. Excuse you. We
work very hard.

You think you work hard?

I'm the first person at this school in
the morning and I'm the last to leave at

night. You don't hear me complaining.

Well, you're our principal, so you
should be able to help.

Just leave it. Get out.

And don't bother me again with your
drama nerd nonsense or I'm going to turn

that theater into a game room for the
football team. Those boys deserve a ping

pong table.

I have a feeling he might come around.

He won't. It's up to us. If we want to
take this musical to the next level, we

need to get that mic back. It's time to
investigate. Yes, investigate! I call

bad cop.

Fine. Just make sure nobody gets hurt
this time.

No promises.

Someone has been stealing our stuff, and
we need to find out who it is.

So we've made a list of students who
might be holding a grudge against us.

It's a long list.

Glad you could sit down with us, Megan.
You must be thirsty.

It's 2 % locally sourced. Drink from
that, Earl. Hope that's okay for you.

Thanks. I am thirsty.

Tough!

What's her problem?

Oh, what's my problem? I'm bad cop,
which means I'm everybody's problem.

Hey, no one's in trouble here. We just
want to ask you a few questions.

Where were you last night, training for
a big chess tournament?

At home, studying for my algebra test. I
was wiping out Tomato Town.

The code word for something, Mac. He's
hiding something.

Get him, bad cop.

I know what you're hiding. I was in my
backyard, charging my cryptos.

Does this box look familiar to you?

Nope. No. No? No. Let me check in with
my third eye.

No.

Where is... The microphone. I don't
know. The microphone was in this box.

Oh.

Hmm.

What's this?

It looks like a fake sugar packet.

Hey, watch the staff.

You watch the staff.

Dorothy, it's a clue.

Whichever kid stole the mic must have
accidentally dropped it in the box. Kid?

What self -respecting kid eats fake
sugar?

Simone was right.

Kids don't eat fake sugar.

But you know who does?

Adults, man.

They love it. Which means the burglar
we're looking for is most likely... a

teacher!

First rule about being my ghostwriter.

No one can know you exist.

They have to think I wrote everything
myself.

What do I get out of this?

$20. That's not my rate.

Okay, what if I...

Also offered you these 200 thread count
mattress farm sheets, which

I will need you to work into my bio per
my mattress farm contract.

I invented seamless product placement.

I'm in.

When do we start?

Oh, you're already on the clock.

Yo, is that the gold? No, that's Oliver.

But who is he talking to?

Oliver Olivier is more than just an
artist.

He is the art itself.

That's good.

For a ghost.

You're thinking what I'm thinking?
Oliver's a ghost.

No.

Oliver can talk to ghosts. Right.

Can I help you two? I'm very busy
writing my bio all by myself.

We just wanted to ask the ghost where my
tap shoes are.

What makes you think I know a ghost?

I don't know a ghost.

Never seen a ghost. Now I must get back
to writing my bio. All alone would not

help many ghosts. Okay, bye.

Want to talk to the ghost?

We have to hunt them first.

Ghost hunting?

We have to investigate the teachers. So
we're making Mr. Snippet go undercover

in the teacher's lounge.

He's gonna hate it.

I hate this.

Don't make me go into the teacher's
lounge. All you need to do is find out

teacher uses the thick and slim fake
sugar.

And also, I hear there's a bowl of
confiscated candy, and I need you to get

sour straws back. They're green and
sour.

The microphone is in this tie clip. What
do I say?

It will be in your ear the entire time.

Ear! Right.

Check one, two. Can you hear me?

Please don't make me do this.

I don't know how to be a teacher. All
right, it's working. Go get him, Sniff.

No. Go get him. I don't want him.

Oh, look at that.

Go.

Mr. Sniff. Like a child.

Go. I don't want to be a child.

Behold, my ghost hunting equipment.

I come from a long line of ghost
hunters.

This is radio.

Spirit box.

Picks up ghost sounds.

This looks like my dad's camera. This is
not your dad's camera. This is a night

vision camera.

For seeing ghosts.

And I suppose this is what we use to
trap the ghost once we find it. No.

That's a bubble wand.

It's for fun.

Don't eat it.

Where have you been going, Timothy?

Awful. I hate every kid in my class.

Okay, Snippet, all you have to do is act
natural.

Clyde! You lost, buddy?

We never see you in here.

Oh, no. What do I do?

Just tell them you stopped in to grab
some coffee and ask about the candy

I'm not lost. I just came in to grab
some coffee bowl.

Candy coffee.

Isn't being teachers so lit, right?

Wow. Okay, this is going terribly. Just
walk.

Walking away.

Just stand still.

Does not sound good.

Just stand still.

If anybody needs a binder, right there.

Transformative years. A selfless Oliver
single -handedly rescued his preschool

choir program from the jaws of being
basic.

Do we want to say basic? It's just so...
basic.

Oliver, we've been in this room for like
five hours. I need a break.

Fine. But no one can see you leave this
room.

On sale now at Mattress Farm. Eye holes
would have been nice.

Oh, you'll figure it out.

Ear ghost.

Ear ghosty ghosty. It's a ghost, Bench,
not a dog.

This night vision camera makes
everything look creepy.

Gertie, you look creepy.

Bench looks creepy.

That ghost looks creepy.

No, it's a ghost. Gertie.

Did you just ditch us? What are we
doing?

I'm freaking out, bro.

Communicate with him. My therapist says
I need to find other outlets for my

anger, but he's a moron, so I'm not
going to do that. You can't let anybody

you what to do, especially doctors.

You want a sour straw?

My straw!

Ask about the fake sugar.

Speaking of anger management, if I were
to put fake sugar into my coffee, which

one would you suggest?

Oh, I like thick and slim.

That's a fine choice.

Who else uses thick and slim?

Uh, there's a few of us. Me, Martha, Mr.
Sabrio, the janitor. Oh, you love me.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

What are you doing here?

Is it working?

I don't know.

Hold it on here. Hold it on here.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

You all right, Clyde?

Yeah.

Just the headaches.

It's probably from all that fake sugar.
That stuff's poison.

Now you're starting to sound like a
doctor.

Don't roll your eyes at me, Martha.

I'm a chemistry teacher.

I know what stuff is made of. I can roll
my eyes whenever I want.

Not at me!

I did it at you. Stop doing it!

I did it at you.

You gotta chill, man.

This must be it.

Our ghosts?

Yo, what do we do?

I've never talked to a ghost before. I
don't know what to do. Let's ask

questions. Do you like being a ghost?
Can you run through a wall? Is it fun

scaring people?

Do you want to be friends?

Do you like candy?

Yes. Yes. No, yes.

Yes, but only dark chocolate. Oh, and
forget you ever saw me.

Bro.

Bro, we just hunted our first ghost.

We're natural at this. Oh, man, yeah.
But I feel like we forgot to ask you

something.

Oh, man, my tap shoes.

Please narrow the suspects down to Coach
Cobbler, the lunch lady, and the

janitor. They all three use thick and
slim fake sugar.

Great. So now all we have to do is
confront them and say, hey, are you

our stuff? What's up with that?

We can't just accuse a teacher of
stealing. They'll deny it, and it'll be

word against ours.

We need to catch them in the act.

We need to do.

Takeout. Takeout! Oh, this investigation
gets cooler by the second! And thanks

to Sniff It, we got enough candy to keep
us up all night.

What?

are so much cooler on TV.

It's been like four hours.

It'll be worth it. But what I can't
figure out is why the lunch lady would

tap shoes.

For tapioca pudding.

Sorry. That's the candy talking.

None of this is adding up.

What are we missing?

I can't believe we forgot to ask the
ghost about all our missing stuff.

Don't worry, we'll find them again. This
thing went online to us.

You have to turn it on first.

Gertie! Where'd you go? You missed the
ghost!

I was securing the perimeter.

That was a lie. I ran away.

Ghosts freak me out.

He came from there.

It's working, Gertie!

Gertie?

We're so lucky he secures the perimeter
for us.

I think we're getting closer.

Dang it. It's just a favorite clip.

Greg Gibbons?

You're funny, bro. The ghost name is not
Greg Gibbons. That's our principal's

name. Why is his name on our wall?

Principal Gibbons was in the drama club?
That doesn't make any sense. He hates

the drama club.

You think you work hard?

I'm the first person at this school in
the morning, and I'm the last to leave

night.

Gibbons is the thief.

Is that Gibbons?

To be honest, Bianca, I didn't think you
had it in you.

But this bio is 15 ,000 words of peer
perfection.

Glad you're pleased.

I'd say it was worth it, but I'd be
lying.

Do you hear that?

Is that coming from the stage?

I am not a stranger to the dark.

Hide away, they say, cause we don't want
your broken parts.

I've learned to be ashamed of all my
scars.

Run away, they say, no one will love you
as you are.

But I won't let them break me down to
dust. I know that there is a place for

For we are glorious.

Here we thought Principal Gibbons was
just the theater thief. But it's so much

weirder. Look out! Here I come.

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum.

I'm not there to be seen. I make no
apologies.

This is me.

When the sharpest words want to cut me
down, I'm gonna send a flood, gonna

drown them out.

This is brave, this is bruised, this is
who I'm meant to be.

What are... Students aren't supposed to
be here after hours.

Clyde, I thought we agreed no more
sleeping in the school.

We were on a stakeout. I don't sleep in
the school. That's ridiculous.

Please don't fire me.

We saw the whole thing.

Why didn't you tell us you were in the
drama club?

Because it's a path I try to forget.

Cool. Can I have my shoes back now? No,
back in my day, theater was actually

cool.

Not dumb like it is today.

Everyone wanted to be in the drama club.

I had to audition 26 times before they
let me in. But then they cast me as a

toad. Not a singing toad. Not even a
speaking toad.

Just a toad.

In that moment, I vowed I would return
to TMS as principal.

To destroy the club that destroyed my
dreams.

Dang.

That's playing the long game.

Well, good luck with that because we
have your performance on video.

What? The football -loving people of
Tookus would love to know that their

principal is secretly a drama nerd.

Drama nerd.

You're right.

I actually do love the arts.

And I feel terrible for the way I've
been treating you all.

From this point forward, you have my
support.

Really? That's all we ever wanted,
Principal Gibbons.

And bigger dressing rooms.

Okay, settle down.

So, Barth, high luck out there. I've
been working on my paradiddles.

No, they look really good. Yeah, you
want to see them? Oh, great, okay.

And deleted.

And now from the recently deleted. Now
that's acting.

You have no proof. It's your word
against mine.

And they'll never believe you.

Oh, my gosh.

And he still has my tattoos.

Well, that was weird.

Wait.

If the ghost was actually Gibbons, then
who are we talking to?

Guess we'll never know.

Some ghost stories are just stories.

Mm -hmm.

Okay. Good day, everyone.

You know I don't sleep in school, right?

It was just a joke, guys.

I'll do it for the drama.