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I got a friend over there named Tracy...

and she's gonna be sitting in on classes,
and you're gonna be nice to her- period.

What is it that that girl does?
She sings, dances, what?

I'm not sure. Doris knows.

I just wish that I had more time
before I had to audition.

You're gonna be fine.

I got to find her real quick.

I'd like some I D from both you girls.

- Dellinger.Juvenile Vice. Far enough!
- Let her go!

You got big dreams.

You want fame.

Well, fame costs...

and right here is where
you start paying in sweat.

An animal dying!

A fish out of water!
A fish out of water.

- A turtle trying to get off his back.
- No.

Oh, I know! A garden hose
going out of control.

- No.
- A balloon losing its air.

- A balloon.
- Yeah.

- A dead balloon.
- Are you done, or are you taking a nap?

- I'm done.
- Good.

Would you mind telling
the class what you were doing?

It's a piece of bacon frying.

How was a Jewish girl from Brooklyn
supposed to guess that?

I was 1 3 before I realized that BLT
wasn't ''bagels, lox, and tsuris.''

Okay, okay.

- What does everybody think about that?
- About what Doris said?

- Yes.
- A good line. I wish I thought of it.

It was a good line.
It was also an attitude.

- Very prevalent attitude.
- Hey, it was just a joke.

On one level, yes. But on another level,
it's what we call shtick.

Now, that's something
that you do, and you do well.

But it's safe, secure- easy.

Amatullo does one-liners
and impressions.

Montgomery analyzes things
to a fare-thee-well.

And Julie, she would like to play
every sweet, quiet ingenue ever written.

But there is no risk,
no stretch, no guts.

- You're kidding.
- Let me show you how much I'm kidding.

In three weeks, I want you all to come in
with a scene, or an improv...

in which you portray a character
that is as far removed from you...

and what you think
you are as possible.

Sounds like a contest.
What's the winner get?

A little more knowledge
as to how talented you are.

Or are not.

The reason this isn't working is that
you are the person I'm looking for.

I really don't want to let you by.

I'm flattered, but I'm also late.
Could we put this off till lunch...

- whatever it is?
- We don't have to put it off at all.

Because now it's done.

Loan application
for the credit union...

for a car, Mr. Shorofsky?

- You're going to buy a car?
- Why is this such a shock?

Well, for starters,
do you know how to drive?

They have schools, courses.
They teach you.

What do you need a car for?
We're subway people around here.

Friends of mine are moving
to someplace called Cody, Wyoming.

I don't know why.
They seem perfectly fine otherwise.

The point is, they want
to sell their car...

which is 20 years old
and a classic.

- It goes up in value every year.
- An investment.

And a way to see the leaves turn
in the fall in Connecticut...

to visit the Berkshires, where students
are appearing in the music festival...

and a way to get a lazy old man
out and about and doing.

I'll get it into the credit union
and start the wheels turning.

- Miss Sherwood, you know how to drive.
- Yes.

And you obviously know how to teach.

Why should I give my money to strangers
when there's a friend close at hand...

- who could help?
- Mr. Shorofsky-

Assuming, of course, there is a friend
close at hand who is willing to help.

I want you to come in with a scene...

where you portray a character
as far away from you...

as possible.

Doris?

Doris? Unless there's a giant ape...

crawling up the side of the building,
I don't know what you're doing there.

Mr. Crandall, do you think
I'm a nice girl?

Sugar, spice, everything nice.

- But dull.
- Never.

But not a seductress.
Not a femme fatale.

Well, not your
standard model, let's say.

That's it!

Oh! And you do believe
in research, right?

And motherhood and the flag!

Once again, returning from the Bermuda
Triangle known as Doris Schwartz.

What are you doin'?

- I'm new here.
- I probably would have remembered...

if you'd been hangin'
around here before.

No, actually, I'm looking
for some information.

Yellow pages, sweetheart.
That is not my style.

- No. I just want to talk.
- Talk? Please. Give me a break.

Actually, in reality, I'm an actress.

Which one? Lassie?

I'm sorry. I wasn't
looking where I was going.

- See, I only have one heel, and-
- Does Donny Love know you're here?

- Who?
- Donny Love.

This is his corner. He controls it.

And he'll be real mad if he finds out
somebody new is workin' it.

Working it?

No, I'm not working it.

I'm just-

This was really a dumb idea,
when you think about it.

- I'm gonna take my one heel-
- I heard you're an actress.

- Is that true?
- Yeah!

Kinda young to be an actress.

- I'm 1 6.
- Me too.

Isn't that kinda young to be a-

Can I buy you
a cup of coffee?

You could have gotten into a bad scene
if Donny Love had come around.

He's got a mean streak.

- Who's Donny? He's your-
- He's the man in charge.

So. What do you want to know?

I don't really
know where to begin.

How about you begin
by opening up this purse...

and showin' me you don't
have some police I D?

You think I'm a cop?

Not every cop looks like
Angie Dickinson.

I mean, maybe it's silly-

Okay, it's silly.
There's no maybe about it.

But look, I just can't go around
trustin' everybody I meet on the street.

- A person like me just can't do that.
- Look. Fair enough.

Want to check me out?

Student I D, brush-

gum- house keys-

half a candy bar- must have been there
for six months, don't touch it-

student bus card-

Anything in there
says you're over 1 8?

I'd like some I D
from both of you girls.

- Dellinger.Juvenile Vice. Far enough!
- Let her go!

Listen, I can explain all of this.
This is really a funny mistake...

and you're gonna laugh a lot
when I tell you all about it.

- Let's do our laughing down atJ DH.
-J DH?

-Juvenile Detention Hall.
- What?

My mother's gonna kill me.
That's if she's in a good mood.

Oh, I am in so much trouble.

If you hear a dripping sound,
it's my heart bleeding for you.

You know, it's weird.

You and I being the same age.

- But we're so different.
- You think we're that different?

Well, yeah.
'Cause with me, it's pretend.

- But with you, it's-
- Finish that sentence...

without making me feel
like a piece of meat...

and I'd say you're some kind of talker.

- What'll happen to you now?
- Donny Love'll find out where I am...

and come and try and post bail.

He's the one
with the mean streak?

- But they won't let him take you.
- No.

They see if there's room
at Father Ritter's.

It's like a halfway house for street kids.

And if he's booked up-
which I heard he is-

they look around
for a foster home.

Foster home?
Why not your own home?

Because I've run away every time
that they send me back there...

and I'll do it again,
and they know it.

- But don't your folks-
- You sure ask a lot of questions.

- Any good at answerin' 'em?
- I'll try.

When we were back, havin' coffee...

the vice was after me, and you
tried to slow the guy down. Why?

Your mother?

Nice meetin' ya.
Have a nice life.

- Doris, what in heaven's name-
- Mom,just be quiet for a second, okay?

It's really important
that you just listen to me.

I really don't wanna be mean, but I need
you to sit down and shut up and listen.

Okay. Remember Van Cortland Parkway,
three years ago on Thanksgiving?

- No.
- We were stopped at a light by the park.

We were going to Aunt Ada's and
UncleJack's for Thanksgiving dinner?

And I was looking through
the window at the park...

and I saw this baby bird
fall out of a tree, out of its nest?

And it looked like it had
broken a wing and it had died...

and I asked Dad if we could stop,
and he said that we couldn't...

because there was too much traffic, and
you said that Aunt Ada would be furious...

if we were late-
Do you remember this?

So I kept talking about it all through
dinner, and sniffling and sniffling...

till finally you gave in
and you said that we could go back...

and we went back after dessert,
and we found it, and we got it better...

and we gave it to the kids
at the school on Riverside Drive...

and they raised it as a pet?

- Do you remember that?
- Yes.

And do you remember
what you said about it?

- I'm sure I said a lot of things.
- You said...

the next time that happened, you
weren't gonna waste your breath arguing.

I'm just as stubborn as Dad when it comes
to those kind of things. Remember that?

- Yeah.
- Ma...

I just found another baby bird
with a broken wing.

- School zone.
- I'm slowing to 20 miles an hour.

- School bus ahead.
- Any light flashing?

- No.
- I proceed at a safe rate of speed.

Turn left at the next corner.

Fire engine behind us
with the signal going.

- I stop and pull over.
- You pull over and stop.

You knew what I meant.

I knew what you meant, yes,
but it's still the wrong answer.

You think I believe it possible to first
stop the car and then pull to the curb?

Of course not.
But the answer's still wrong.

I pull over and stop.

Don't forget to signal your stop
and use the parking brake.

With my left hand, I signal ''stop.''

With my right hand,
I pull the parking brake.

Should I steer with my chin?

Sarcasm is not going to
help matters, Mr. Shorofsky.

- Has the fire engine passed?
- It has.

I check for oncoming traffic,
it is safe...

I signal I am pulling out,
I check the rearview mirror...

and I slowly and carefully
pull out into traffic.

You forgot to disengage
the parking brake.

Gott in Himmel.!
Are you like this with your students?

I'm thorough with my students,
and they learn.

No wonder they call you
what they call you.

What did you say?

- Don't bother me when I'm driving.
- Who calls me what?

What's coming up?
Railway crossing, stop sign?

- Divided highway? What?
- I asked you a question.

I'm pressing down on the accelerator,
and exceeding the speed limit.

Who calls me what, I said?

I am making a left-hand turn
and to hell with the signal.

I am driving through the playground
for handicapped orphans at a high speed.

Mr. Shorofsky, you will stop this car
and answer my question.

I signal I am slowing.

I check to make sure
the cars see my signal.

I pull off onto the shoulder of the road.

I come to a complete halt.
I turn off the engine.

And I fully engage
the parking brake.

Now, what do they call me?

Captain Queeg.

- They don't!
- Whatever you say, Captain.

Captain Queeg.

- Wait here. I'll be right back.
- Yeah.

Guys, let's just lay it on the line
so there won't be any misunderstandings.

Regardless of what my mother
told Julie's mother...

I was not arrested for soliciting.

Me and my friend Tracy were pulled in...

for being underage, and nothing else.

My friend Tracy isn't what you think,
and even if she is, she's my friend.

- That's all you have to know. Got it?
- Doris?

What are you talking about?

- You got arrested for soliciting?
- No, I wasn't.

Look. You fill them in. Bottom line:
I got a friend over there named Tracy.

She's gonna be sitting in on a couple of
classes, and you're gonna be nice to her.

- Period.
- Who said she could sit in on any classes?

Me.Just now.

Hey, what happened?
Tell us what happened.

Remember the assignment Crandall gave,
about a character far from yourself?

Does this kind of stuff
go on all the time?

Yeah.Just like I told you.

School of the Arts.
Music. Acting. Dancing.

- Plus all the regular stuff.
- It's a combination kindergarten and zoo.

Close enough. Come on.

Each of you is unique and irreplaceable.

Keep that in
the back of your mind.

So that, when you see a...

Pacino, a Robards, a Bacall...

you think to yourself,
''I can't do that''...

bear in mind,
they probably can't do...

what you do either.

We're not looking to make you
into copies of anybody.

We're looking to create originals.

- Are all your teachers this kind?
- Not exactly.

That was the laziest, sloppiest,
dumbest performance...

I have ever seen in my life.

And, Cynthia, girl,
what are you doing? Come here.

Dancin' like a piece
of Wedgwood china.

Hold this. And sit down.

Now, you can strut on your own time,
but we're dancing in this class.

All right, everybody in top position.
Let's go again.

All right, class.
You can relax.

All right. Miss Cynthia,
you see that?

Now, girl, when you come in tomorrow,
I want you to do it just like that.

So I don't have to work so hard.

Now give me my bracelet
and get on out of here.

- All right. That was good.
- Magic time's over.

- Next period, biology.
- Can I ask you a question?

- Now?
- Yeah.

Sure.

Could a person like me
go to your school?

Sure!

Sure you could!

No problem!

Doris.

I'm assuming you are here
to apologize and to explain.

- Apologize and explain?
- That's correct.

Apologize why and explain what?

For yesterday. Yesterday, you had a friend
here observing some of our classes?

You told Miss Sherwood
I approved it.

You told me Mr. Shorofsky
gave the okay...

and you told Mr. Crandall that
Miss Sherwood gave her permission...

when in fact, you hadn't
talked to anybody.

- Had you?
- Well, not officially.

How about unofficially?

I guess I didn't do that, either.
That's why I asked to see you today.

I wanted to kind of make up for
not talking to anybody yesterday.

How?

I wanted to ask you about arranging
an audition for my cousin.

- She just moved here.
- From where?

- Cleveland.
- Where are her parents?

Well, her father was a policeman.

But he was killed
chasing a bank robber.

When that happened, her mother
had a nervous breakdown.

- That's why Tracy came to stay with us.
- Doris.

How terrible for your family.

Is it your mother's brother
or your father's brother that was killed?

It happened pretty recently.

Kind of hard to talk about it.

You know there are
procedures for auditioning.

And I don't think we can
make exceptions,just because-

I hope you're not building up to a ''no,''
because I don't think she could take that.

I'm the only person
she knows in New York.

She even had to leave
her puppy back in Cleveland.

Does the puppy have a terminal illness
that I should feel bad about too?

- Too much, huh?
- Please!

Doris, if you were writin'
a soap opera, honey, maybe.

Now, let's not waste each other's time.
What are we talking about here?

I guess I better
tell you what happened.

'Cause there's a lot of stuff
that you should know.

Okay. I'm listening.

I was thinking of scheduling
a production for next semester...

of Aristophanes' The Frogs...

but now I'm afraid Doris
will take off for the swamps.

I don't think it's
anything to joke about.

Look, that thing about...

''Give me your tired, your poor,''
that's on the Statue of Liberty.

- Not the front of this place.
- Greg's right, you know.

We're not social workers.
We're not trained for it.

Fine. We turn our backs on the girl.

We run the school the way
the school is set up to be run.

The way it's supposed to be run.

If the girl wants to audition,
we will audition her the next time around.

The next scheduled auditions
aren't for three months from now.

- I am well aware of that.
- What is it that that girl does?

She sings, dances, what?

- I'm not sure. Doris knows.
- Oh, for Pete's sake.

Well, what? Is the whole world
gonna come to an end...

because we bend our rules to let the girl
audition a couple of months early?

No, but if we bend the rules,
we have to have a reason.

I mean, if somebody asks,
what makes this kid so special...

we have to have an answer.

An answer that isn't draped
in well-meaning intentions.

And wanting to be a do-gooder.

I'm afraid that's the kind of answer
I can't deliver.

I'm not so sure why wanting
to do good is such a terrible thing.

If this girl goes out and hits the street
because we can't show some flexibility-

well, I'm not gonna be the one
that explains it to Doris.

Because I don't think
I could look her in the eye.

Could we possibly agree
on the following?

We allow the girl
to audition early...

but we do not lower
our standards in the slightest.

We have a reputation that's based upon
excellence, not on being nice.

If she qualifies, wunderbar.
If not...

we will explain to Doris
as best we can...

and proceed to concentrate on
the people that truly belong here.

Okay. Okay.

But I get the feeling she's gonna
have to be sensational...

- in order to satisfy you.
- Miss Grant?

That feeling is probably correct.

As I said, the school
is based on excellence.

And that is more important
than any one person.

- Well?
- Well, I'll go tell Doris.

Thank you.

See you guys tomorrow.

Pretty chilly
between those two.

A compromise never
receives a standing ovation.

However, I have good news
to brighten your mood.

- What's that?
- Tomorrow, I take delivery on my car.

We can take our first test drive.

- It's called ''belly-breathing.''
- Belly-breathing?

They used to call it ''supporting a tone
by using your diaphragm,''

but I guess everybody
started to giggle at that...

so the teacher called it
''belly-breathing.''

- But what does it do for you?
- It helps you sustain a note.

Hold it longer and keep it steady.

I just wish that I had more time
before I had to audition.

- You're gonna be fine.
- You hope so, or you think so?

- Both.
- Hi.

Hi, Ma. How was Grandma?

Okay. At her age, even the sniffles
can cause you a little concern.

But she was complaining about
my not being there often enough...

so obviously she's feeling better.

Did you check the bulletin board
in the kitchen?

- Forgot. Was there a message?
- Not for you, but for Tracy.

Tracy, you didn't let any grass grow
under your feet. Your boyfriend called.

Mrs. Schwartz, the person who called,
did he leave his name?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.
Donny Love. If you can believe that.

If you want, I could probably get
my folks to change our number.

No, don't bother.
He won't call back.

- He won't?
- No.

Then why'd he call
in the first place?

Just to let me know
he's still out there.

And that, if things don't work out
for me at the school...

that he'll still be out there.

Mr. Shorofsky! It's beautiful!

Thank you very much. I do believe
it has some merit.

It also has the steering wheel
on the right-hand side.

Is this a problem?

I'm not sure. Let's get in.

Mr. Shorofsky.
It has a four-speed stick shift.

- Has it, eh?
- Well-

We've been doing our lessons...

on the assumption it would have
an automatic transmission.

A second problem, yes?

It could be.

- You told me you knew how to drive.
- I do know how to drive.

Two tiny problems seem to have you
panic-stricken, if I may say so.

- These are not tiny problems.
- However...

I think we will not
give in to this problem.

We are bigger than that.

Driving along.

- Residential street.
- Thirty miles an hour.

There's an intersection coming up.
You want to make a left-hand turn.

Make that a right turn.

There's a stop sign
at the intersection.

- Get your hand off my knee.
- I'm sorry.

Mr. Shorofsky, have you finalized
the transaction regarding the car?

I mean, is it yours, legally?

- One hundred percent?
- All of it.

Every nut and bolt, mine.

I even bought this little cap.

Is it waterproof?

Waterproof? Why?

Because it is my considered opinion
that you will swim the English Channel...

before you learn how to drive.

Some of us got it,
and some of us don't.

And you own it,
but you don't got it.

How 'bout one last drive
around the park?

I'd love to.

Whenever you're ready, Tracy.

For my audition,
I would like to sing, ''Blue Moon.''

The first one's for free, Tracy.

Try it again. Take your time.

We'll be here.

Thank you very much, Tracy.

Martelli, you did everything you could.
We appreciate it.

You know, there are times
when I could do this job for free.

This is not one of those times.

Hey, here he is.

Not even close.

- Your opinion.
- Look, Doris. She was terrible.

Even if she sang as well as she could,
there's no way she belongs in the school.

Her voice is average, Doris.
Just average.

And the same goes
for her dancing.

Why didn't anybody
say anything before?

Because you wouldn't have heard it.

- Where is she now?
- I don't know.

She left right after. She wasn't
in the hall when I left the auditorium.

We gotta find her.
I gotta find her, real quick!

Ma, I'm gonna stay here until 8:00,
when the janitors kick me out.

IfTracy comes home before I do,
have her call me at this number, okay?

No. Yeah. Or if she calls before,
have her call me here.

It's really important
that I talk to her.

No. Ma, I got other people
out on the streets looking for her.

They're gonna check in
with me here.

I'll be home when I get home!

That's all I know right now.

Yeah. I will.

Thank you, Mom. Good-bye.

You want some company
while you're waiting?

No, thanks.

I got into this myself.
I'd like to get out the same way.

You know, I hope you're not gonna get all down
on yourself about this thing with Tracy.

Sure made a lot of promises
I couldn't deliver on.

If she could have gotten in here,
she'd be the happiest kid in the world.

She'd never want to leave.

You couldn't give her your talent.
You gave her what you could.

- A chance.
- A dumb thing to do.

A Doris thing to do.

And that's something very special.

And don't you forget it.

You're right!

You said she wouldn't
leave the school, and you're right!

Cover the phones.
I'll be right back!

Firehouse.

Bruno, does this sound
like Doris Schwartz, child?

How long have you been here?

Most of the afternoon.

Why are you getting
made up like that?

Going back to
the guy on the corner.

But you been here all afternoon.

So you don't really
want to go back. Not really.

Where else is there?

Your folks. Home.

They won't talk to me.

You don't know that
until you talk to them.

I'm scared.

I'll tell you, I'm getting sick and tired
of being scared all the time!

Let me tell you something now.

Remember you asked me why I was helping
you when the vice cops were chasing us?

My mom. She calls me
the world's twin sister.

'Cause a lot of times, when one twin
feels bad, the other one does too.

When I see somebody start hurtin',
I start hurtin' for them.

And that's true,
a lot of the times.

But when I stopped hurting
for you, and started hoping...

was when you decided
to audition.

And you started trying
like anything to get it together.

Because trying-
That's all they really teach here.

You keep trying until
you find something that works.

You can call your folks...

or you can call that slime
who runs the corner.

I don't care which.

Part of what I just said is a lie.

I do care who you call.

So do a lot of other people.

You don't have to
watch the phones anymore.

I found her.
She was in the makeup room.

Is she all right?

I don't know.

Hello? I'd like to place
a collect call, please.

To Cleveland, Ohio.

I don't know what
the area code is.

Mrs.John Alexander.

Just say that it's Tracy calling.

Okay. Doris.

Tell us your name.

My name doesn't matter.

'Cause most of the time,
people don't remember it anyway.

The other half of the time,
I change it.

So let's just pass on
the name thing, okay?

I guess what you call me
is a runaway.

That doesn't get it either.

Because most of the time,
we're running to someplace...

as much as running away from it.

Running to somebody
who understands and listens...

without judging us when we foul up.

You're supposed to be
allowed to foul up.

That's what I thought.

That's how you learn.

When you're workin' so hard...

to be Daddy's little princess,
Mama's pride and joy...

and sometimes you just
wanna scream to be left alone.

Then you scream
and nobody hears ya.

You just want to find a place
where it's okay to be you.

Where you could be scared,
or confused, or angry-

Or just quiet.

Where you can just be you,
and it'll be all right.

'Cause it's you that
you want 'em to love.

The you part of you.

That's why my name doesn't matter.

Because until you love me...

neither do I.

Doris?

A-plus. Take a bow.