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Listen.

Where the pelvis goes,
the hips follow, all right? Feel that?

I detest that cacophony.

Told you.

Right, you told me.
Now I'm gonna tell you.

Do you mind telling me
what I'm supposed to be afraid of?

You're afraid of becoming
a schlock-meister.

You got big dreams.
You want fame.

Well, fame costs...

and right here is where
you start paying in sweat.

Forget it, Leroy.
You can't copy my report.

Look, Amatullo, I didn't buy
you breakfast so you'd say no.

Plus it's an honest bribe, man.
You gotta respect it.

You didn't wait
for the punch line.

You can't copy my report because I handed
it in three days ago when it was due.

And I appreciated it, Danny.

Small world.
How you doin', Miss Sherwood?

I was doing fine
until I heard this conversation.

Leroy, you've had
your last extension.

You promised this report at the beginning
of class this morning. I expect to see it.

Your original.
No copies.

I suggest you go right to the library.
Don't waste any more time.

Right, Miss Sherwood.
We're on our way.

Nice talking to you.
Have a nice day now. Come on, man.

Catlike, all right?
Catlike, girl, come on.

Why does it always have to be catlike?
Why can't anyone ever move like a koala?

Would you listen? Where the pelvis goes,
the hips follow, all right?

Hips. What do you know
from hips?

Maybe you know from catlike, but
if we're talking hips, I'm in charge here.

You're built like an ice pick.

Come on, would you stop it?
I wanna learn this step if I can.

You can.
All it takes is a catlike pelvis.

- Some of us got it, some of us don't.
- I got it!

What? It's a nice pelvis, Montgomery,
but catlike it's not.

No, no, what I got, Schwartzy,
is the new cassette by the C-47 s.

- You actually found it.
- Ask a miracle, and ye shall receive.

- Who'd you have to pay off?
- Nobody. Straight retail.

Listen, I'd take the time to be impressed,
but I wanna hear it. Come on.

- Wait a minute. I know-
- Woman, you are fickle.

- You just told me to play the thing.
- All right, all right.

Leroy would die to hear this.
Somebody go find him.

Just once I'd like it if someone else
got nominated to be somebody.

Members of the academy,
I accept your nomination.

Somehow I get the feeling
that you just might pass...

on recommending Leroy
as valedictorian.

Somehow I think you guessed it.

He's turned in exactly
25% of his English assignments.

And if I took off
all I should have...

for his grammar and his spelling
on those papers...

I'd give him less than a zero.

Maybe he figures he's ahead of the game
by handing in nothing.

I'm sorry. I don't find Leroy's behavior
funny or cute anymore.

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna fail him?

Wait, before you answer that,
let me just tell you one thing.

He's definitely
not failing in my classes.

He's really working hard.

I have to give him A's.

You know, if Leroy
were a star quarterback...

and you were his football coach
talking to his English teacher...

I'd swear you were asking me
to go easy on him.

- Is that what it sounds like?
- Yes.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth.

You know what this means
between you and me.

It means you buy breakfast.

And I figure out a way
to deal with Mr. LeroyJohnson.

They followed me home, Ma.
Could I keep 'em?

I guess Leroy
couldn't find the library.

''Do the gimme that, gimme that.
Do the gimme that right now.''

- What a sweet sound. Is that a lullaby?
- Hey, don't knock it, Bruno.

That tape has been sold out in every store
this side of New Jersey for three weeks.

If my mother hadn't called to reserve
me one, I would have never have gotten it.

And your cultural life
would have been totally impoverished.

Look, I know it's not exactly
your kind of music.

Music? Did you say music?
''Do the gimme that, gimme that''?

- You have to admit, it is catchy.
- So is athlete's foot.

I read in Cash Box
that the album went platinum.

I don't care
if it went chopped liver.

The only thing you gotta do to turn out
a song like that is turn off your mind.

- No, it's not that easy.
- Oh, no? Listen.

Tell me the first thing
that comes to your mind.

Mr. Shorofsky.

Why not.

Sho-Sho-Sho-Shorofsky

Where's the music profsky

Here he comes
beatin'his gums

What's he gonna say
Have a nice day

Everybody listen to the music
of Tchaikovsky

Prepare yourself
for the coming of Shorofsky

Shorofsky, he's coming
He's coming, I hear him

I hear him, I smell him. Shorofsky
is coming. I hear him, I smell him

Leroy, a teacher has
certain responsibilities.

One of those responsibilities is to use
every resource to help a student.

Do you understand?

Not yet, but I figure
''somethin's'' coming.

''Something,'' Leroy.

Something I should have
done a long time ago.

I want to discuss your academic problems
with your parents.

- Who?
- Your mother and father.

Now, I notice from your records
that you don't have a telephone...

so I'd appreciate
your delivering this note...

setting up an appointment
here tomorrow afternoon.

They both work.
My parents both work.

I'll stay here
as long as necessary.

Into the evening,
if that's more convenient.

- The evening?
- That's right.

Look, I'll do all your English stuff.
You don't even have to bug my parents.

I do, Leroy. I do.

You have them here tomorrow.

I mean it.

It was nothing personal, Mr. Shorofsky.
I was putting down the music, not you.

Right. He could have used
any teacher's name.

I could have used numbers, sounds.
Your name was only a random accident.

I was trying to prove the basic structure
is nothing more than a random accident.

Did he convince you?

Well, I have to admit
it did sound really... random.

In that case,
my name was used in a good cause.

- Sir?
- I detest that cacophony.

Cacophony.
That's a great word for it.

I am pleased we finally
agree on something.

I find the entire New Wave phenomenon
mindless and depressing.

That's exactly what
I was trying to prove to Montgomery.

- It was mindless.
- Thank you very much.

I'm gonna get outta here before you pick
something up and throw it at me...

'cause I'm gonna say
a nasty word you hate so much.

I'm waiting.

The song was mindless,
and it was-

here's that terrible word-
very commercial.

You got me into this spot
in the first place.

How you laying this one on me?
What'd I do?

If you wasn't yelling so loud, Sherwood
wouldn't have heard what I was asking.

- I wasn't yelling.
- Look, you're doing it again.

If you had did your homework assignment
in the first place-

- I couldn't do my homework.
- Why not?

You know what kind
of neighborhood I live in.

What's that gotta do with it?

I was walking home from the subway
last week and got mugged.

And they took your homework?

Two of'em. You should have seen them.
They was some big suckers.

What do you figure they did
with your homework, Leroy?

You figure they pawned it?

Or maybe they traded it in for a lot
of drugs. Is that what you figure?

I figure you owe me, Amatullo,
and I'm here to collect.

What do you figure
you're gonna collect?

A note... from my mama.

Mama?

Come on, Bruno. You're just
making it harder for yourself, man.

- Play the song and get it over with.
- That's it,just play it.

What song? I thought
this was a committee meeting...

to discuss ticket sales
for the museum tour.

That's tomorrow, Doris.

Come on, Bruno. We can use a few laughs.
Come on, play.

You might as well get it over with.
They're not gonna give up.

- Come on.
- I don't think you'll find it very funny.

- It's a put-down of something you like.
- Play it.

I can handle satire.

- Come on.
- I've never even heard your work.

- Okay, sports fans, here goes.
- Someone watch the door.

I'm not even supposed to be here.

- Come on, Bruno, man.
- Let's go, play. Come on.

Play the song. Let's go.

All right.

- Sho-Sho-Sho-Shorofsky
- Shorofsky!

You failed.

Where's the music profsky

Here he comes beatin'his gums

What's he gonna say
Have a nice day

Everybody listen
to the music of Tchaikovsky

Prepare yourself
for the coming of Shorofsky

- Whoa.
- Shorofsky's gonna kill you.

Sho-Sho-Sho-Shorofsky

Long-hair music
just don't get me off-sky

Go, Bruno!

- Are you taping this?
- Dummy up.

- Why?
- It's none of your business.

Watch him wipe the breakfast
from his face

Shorofsky's coming
The tension's getting higher

Is hejust a man
or a musical messiah

Whoo! All right, Bruno!

Shorofsky, he's coming

I hear him, I smell him

- He's right there!
- Shorofsky, he's coming

I hear him, I smell him

Shorofsky, he is coming
I hear him, I smell him

I hear him, I smell him. Shorofsky is
coming. I hear him, I smell him

Shorofsky is coming

All right!

I'm gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt.

- I knew you'd understand.
- I do, Leroy.

I do.

I mean, despite the suspicious vibrations
I'm getting from this... epistle...

I won't accuse you of forgery.

Accuse what?

I'm meeting you halfway, Leroy.
Don't push it.

Now, if your parents
actually got my note...

and if they actually
sent this... response...

then they didn't understand
its importance.

They have to meet with me...
in person.

Tomorrow at 4:00.

No excuses.

Especially not this one.

- What kind of favor?
- A phone call.

If you want me to fix you up with a chick,
your warming up hasn't reached your brain.

There's no chick I need you to call.
I need you to call Sherwood.

I don't think Sherwood's
gonna go out with you, even if I ask her.

She don't get it.
You gotta make her think you're my mother.

- Me? Your mother?
- Yeah, you can pull it off.

Just call. Say you can't come in tomorrow.
You can give me a good straightening out.

I'll give you a good
straightening out now.

That's a stupid idea, and you'll get us
both booted outta here.

- You mean you won't do it?
- That's what I mean.

Then next time we're dancing, you come
flying expecting me to catch you...

you remember this conversation,
remember it good.

- Watch out. You made me lose my place.
- Forget your place. We gotta talk.

- Knock it off. We're gonna be late.
- Who cares?

They love you, Bruno!

- What they?
- The Psychic Powers.

I got no time for this. You're into
selling horoscopes? I'm not interested.

Would you focus
for just 1 0 seconds?

The Psychic Powers
is a new rock group.

The lead singer is the son
of my mother's hair stylist.

Last night I played them
your Shorofsky song.

How?

Details are for small minds.
I did it for your own good, Bruno.

And I'm telling you, it could pay off
even better than I thought.

This is some kind of joke, right?
A put-on, right?

No, it's true.
Every word of it.

I got you a gig with one of the most
promising bands in all of New Wave music.

This is Bruno you're talking to.
I despise that music. Forget it.

- Actually, we can't forget it.
- Why not?

Because we have an appointment
to meet the guys this afternoon.

We? Since when
did you and I get engaged?

Well, they said I could be
a kind of gofer.

If the record deal works out, sometimes
I can sit in on some of the sessions.

A lot of guys get their starts
being record producers that way.

They pay money, Bruno.
Real money.

And finally, I'm hurting
in that department.

Bad?

Bad.

What kind of dollars
are we talking about?

We won't know until
we talk to them this afternoon.

One meeting.
What could it hurt?

I hate that kind of music.

How'd it go today?
You and Shorofsky get into it like always?

No, it was pretty quiet actually.
Just the regular stuff.

How about you?
What was your day like?

My day is my day.
Yelling people, honking horns.

Tourists who think that a tip is telling
a guy what football team to bet on.

It is not a summer festival
behind this wheel.

I'm hip.

I'm gonna swing by the market,
pick up dinner before we head home.

I wanna get done eating
by 8:00 tonight.

- Is something on the tube?
- Casablanca, sweetheart.

I wanna see it again.

If she can take it, I can take it.
Here's lookin' at you, kid.

- I think you're on your own.
- What do you got, homework?

No, I gotta meet Montgomery.

Montgomery? Where and why?

He's got this friend
who works for a record company.

Thinks we may be able to pick up
some sort of job there or something.

A stock boy, that kind of thing?

I'm not really sure.

Hey, school comes first.
Remember that, huh?

And you can't go taking on
a full-time job.

Even if the job
paid a lot of money?

There's only one reason you take a job
that would make you a lot of money.

Which is?

Which is to pay forJuilliard
after you get out of high school.

I think you're on your own
with Casablanca tonight.

Okay, sweetheart, okay.

Now let's talk about
the men under my command.

Conspiring against me,
all of them.

But the strawberry incident,
that's where I trapped them.

Now let me guess,
it isn't a love letter.

Correct.

I don't wanna be in your way, girl.
Should I just let you be?

You sure got a full head of steam
about something.

I've got a full head of Mr. LeroyJohnson
is what I've got.

- No-show again?
- He didn't show.

His parents didn't show.
No call, no excuse, no nothin'.

You're starting to talk
like Leroy, Miss Sherwood.

- Funny. Hilarious.
- What are you gonna do?

If the mountain won't go to Mohammed, then
this Mohammed is gonna go to the mountain.

Elizabeth, hold on now.
You're gonna go to Leroy's place?

- That's the general idea.
- It's a dumb idea.

- You ever been in that neighborhood?
- Nope. But I know where it is.

Damn it, would you slow down?
I've had six hours of dance classes.

I don't need to go jogging
down the halls after you.

How about you just wait until Friday
to go to Leroy's?

-What's magic about Friday?
-Then I can go with you. I can't go today.

Lydia, I am not a child.

In most things, no,
but in that part of town, I'm not so sure.

Look, this is the second time
you've tried to slow me up about Leroy.

I mean, it's all very well
he's gonna get great reviews as a dancer.

Don't you think it might be nice
if he could read them?

I'm gonna forget you said that.

No, I'm not.

Hello. My name is Elizabeth Sherwood. I'm
a teacher from the School of the Arts. I-

Leroy, this is where you live?

Yeah.

I don't understand.
Where are your parents?

You had to keep pushing,
didn't you?

Okay, now you know.
I ain't got no parents.

Thank you.

I'm not sure what to say.

No rule you gotta say anything.

Your parents are... where?

Well, my daddy is gone.

He's been gone a long time.
I don't know where to.

My mama, she's is Detroit
with her mama.

I don't know when
she's coming back.

She got this job up there
working for a family.

She couldn't find one here.

- How do you manage?
- You mean money?

I got a job swabbing out that pool hall
across the street.

Keeping that place
looking halfway decent.

The owner, who owns that pool hall,
he owns this building.

So I get a good deal
on the place.

I'm doing okay.

I'll keep on doing okay too.
That's if you don't mess me up.

Me?
What do you mean?

You've been pushing all into my life.
You'll probably do something dumb.

Send me to the Welfare
or somethin'.

That might not be a bad idea.

Yeah, I swear,
you send me to Welfare...

and I'll cut out
and no one will find me.

No one.

There must be another way.

Not for me.

This is it.
This is my life.

It's working.
I'm gonna keep it that way too.

I have to think about all this.

Sure, you think about it.

Want some more corn chips?

- I'd better be going.
- Right.

I think you ought to know I think
you're too young to live like this.

Young?

Lady, I ain't been young
in a long, long time.

Montgomery, do not try
and kid a kidder.

What are you trying
to pull off with this deal?

I'm trying to help Bruno.
That's all I'm trying to do.

Does not compute.
Does not compute.

Yeah, I'm trying to help me. But if
I'm gonna help Bruno, I've gotta help me.

At least we know
you're properly motivated.

You know what I don't understand
is why you think this record deal...

is such a terrific thing
and Bruno doesn't.

It's different perspectives,
that's why.

All he hears is the music,
which he hates.

The boy has excellent taste,
I'd say.

That's not the point. There's incredible
potential there for him and for me.

We're getting in on the ground floor
of a new, young company.

Yeah, but it puts out records
that he hates.

Music like that is a fad. It's in now,
and it's out three months from now.

It's dumb to turn down a chance to get in
because of music that's on the way out.

Something's wrong with me.
He's starting to make sense.

Don't tell me. Tell Bruno. Pump him up
about the thing. It's for his own good.

- And yours.
- Am I denying it?

Shove down, you guys.
Make some room.

What's wrong?

Can't keep anything from you, can we?
You've already spotted it.

Spotted what?

We are all so choked up...

because you and Montgomery haven't
forgotten about us, the little people.

I mean, eating in the same cafeteria
is one thing...

but at the same table?

You don't know what that means
to people like us.

- Little people like us.
- Knock it off.

Would you autograph my napkin?
My notebook? Anything?

Oh, my God, I'll break my leg.
You can sign my cast.

Back up the tape. I gotta hear this again.
He lives by himself?

Yep.

Plus the cockroaches.

And a ballet poster.

- A ballet poster?
- That's right.

You gonna blow the whistle on him?

I really ought to go to Welfare.

Do you think they could find him
the right kind of foster family?

Doesn't matter. Even if they could,
then they'd have to find Leroy.

What do I do?

You're asking me for advice?

Yes.

Last time we talked, you didn't
want much help from me, as I recall.

Last time we talked I hadn't seen
where Leroy lives, how he lives.

That made a big difference, huh?

- Of course.
- Why?

Because-

Because it's a miracle
that he gets here to school at all.

And as far as I'm concerned, if you've got
a miracle going, you don't mess with it.

I don't know what you need advice for.
Sounds like you've made up your mind.

You're right, I have.

If your conversation is more serious than
my need for a cup of tea, I can come back.

Though my need for a cup of tea
is a rather severe one.

Come and get your tea,
Mr. Shorofsky.

I have papers to grade
back in my room anyway.

See ya later.

There's a Yiddish word for the kind
of look you have on your face.

- What? What is it?
- I don't know.

But there's a Yiddish word for everything.
I assume there's a word for that look too.

- Can I help?
- No. I wish you could.

But I've been here before.

All anyone can do is just wait
to help pick up the pieces.

- You've been where before?
- Sometimes in dance class...

when a kid comes up with a new idea
about how to do a step...

and I try to explain to them
why it won't work...

they think I'm being a coward
because I don't wanna try something new.

So, they try it, they fall,
and I pick 'em up.

A little tougher,
a little wiser.

Someone is heading for a fall?

Someone is heading for a fall.

Double-dipped fudge ripple.

Double chocolate and a double butter
pecan. Did you finish reading it yet?

Yeah, I went over it a second time.
I still don't understand it though.

It's a pretty standard
kind of contract, Mr. Martelli.

They want Bruno for demo records
and sweetening some tracks in the studio.

When did you become
a contract expert?

I took it to my mom's agent,
and he explained the whole thing.

It doesn't say anything
about Bruno composing anything.

That part of it,
they kind of intend to play by ear.

It's a foot in the door.

- Who owns it?
- Who owns what?

Say Bruno submits a song
and they like it.

Who owns the song
after they get it done?

Bruno would be the composer,
but they would own the rights to it.

Sounds like Bruno gets to chew,
but they get to swallow.

Did Mozart sell the rights
to Figaro?

Pop, I'm not Mozart.

You're not much of anything in this
conversation so far. You got an opinion?

Yeah, I got an opinion.

It's like Montgomery says.
It's a foot in the door.

What do you say?

Everybody's saying I gotta be realistic
about what kind of jobs are offered to me.

And at my age,
with my experience, or lack of it...

maybe I shouldn't be
all that choosy.

Everything you're saying makes sense.
You're being very logical.

Very realistic.

Why do I feel like crying?

There's a place for the parent to initial
at the bottom of the second page.

What are you doing in here?

Pli�s and stuff.

Don't give me any lip,
Mr.Johnson.

You know there's no class
scheduled in here till third period.

What are you doing in here?
Where are you supposed to be?

In Sherwood's class,
but she excused me.

Don't play with me, Leroy. And don't
try to tell me that she excused you.

I know she didn't.

Told you.

Right, you told me.
Now I'm gonna tell you.

You enjoy yourself in here today.
Have a real good time.

'Cause this is the last time you're gonna
have this room to yourself ever.

Why you so mad at me?
I didn't even do nothin'.

That's just the problem, Leroy.
That's just what I'm gonna correct.

Mr. Shorofsky,
I need to borrow Mrs. Berg.

- May I ask why?
- No.

I see.
Well, then of course you may.

Thank you.

Yes, both Hemingway and John O'Hara write
dialogue that is realistic in style...

but you drama majors
should see this very clearly.

Hemingway's dialogue is meant to be read,
rather than spoken.

O'Hara's dialogue,
on the other hand-

Hello, Mrs. Berg.
Is there something I can do for you?

Miss Grant would like
to speak to you.

Mrs. Berg will be with you
until the end of class.

Hemingway...

writes nice.

So, Martelli,
are you a recording maven yet?

Not exactly,
but the wheels are turning.

You don't sound
very happy about it.

Mixed feelings, I guess.

Afraid.
I can't blame you.

Wait a minute. I'm not afraid. I can
play that junk wearing boxing gloves.

That I know. That's what you're afraid of.
As I said, I don't blame you.

Look, mixed feelings
is what I said.

And afraid is what I said.
And I'm right and you're wrong.

Do you mind telling me what it is
I'm supposed to be afraid of?

You're afraid
of doing junk, Mr. Martelli.

You're afraid of doing junk
before you have developed your skills...

to the point
where you can do quality.

You're afraid of becoming
a schlock-meister.

It's lunchtime.
I'm hungry. Excuse me.

- I am helping Leroy!
- Yeah? How?

By understanding,
by not reporting him to Welfare.

You didn't have to. You're his Welfare
and you're crippling him.

Lydia, if you saw
how he lived-

I know how he lives.
I was there.

Then you saw
that pitiful little room.

No, not his room, mine.
I grew up in another pitiful little room.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I.

And that's why you gotta sit on Leroy
and help him get out of that room.

If I flunk him,
he'll never finish school.

Is it better for him
to sail through school...

and go out into that real world
not knowing anything?

Of course not.

- Then help him.
- How?

- Fight him!
- He needs allies, not opponents.

Leroy's allies are his opponents.

Kids like that don't know how to move
their butts unless they're challenged.

Their whole life
has been a challenge.

Listen, you let him, he'll use you,
and he'll come up with zilch.

If you square off with him, tell him,
''Buckle down, do the work or else''...

- then he'll try.
- What if he doesn't make it?

He sure as hell isn't gonna make it
the other way.

Elizabeth, this is
the only chance he has.

Don't just hand him a crock of garbage.
Make him fight for the real thing.

Even if he thinks you're the meanest,
toughest teacher a poor child ever had.

You love him enough to let him
get mad at you if that's what it takes.

The thing to do I figure
is kinda keep a low profile.

I know I'm tagging along
on your credits and all...

but I think we can both get something
really good going there.

Do you know you've developed a habit
of drifting off when I talk to you?

Is that the South Bronx diet?
I'm told it's very effective.

Leroy, we're going to talk.

No, damn it, I'm going to talk,
and you are going to listen.

How's that for playing
your kind of great music?

Very good, Mr. Martelli.

But you can do better,
and you know it.

I'll call 'em and cancel.

At least Bruno
can play your kind of music.

I'd like to see you
try and play his.

Come on, Mr. Shorofsky.
Why don't you try and play his music?

Try and play his music,
Mr. Shorofsky.

Come on.

Nobody appreciates good music.

I think it's an absolute crime
that you have to live the way that you do.

But, Leroy,
I didn't set the world up.

And if I'm going to help you,
and I am going to help you...

then we're going back to my old way
right now, the tough way.

The way you don't like.

Maybe we could start
the tough stuff next semester.

Mr.Johnson, we'll start
the tough stuff in two minutes...

when you come to my room to get the
assignments I've let you weasel out of.

Two minutes.

I'm listenin'.