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I'm sexy.

I'm cute. I'm popular to boot. I'm bitchin'. Great hair.

The boys all love to stare.

I'm wanted. I'm hot.

I'm everything you're not.

I'm pretty.

I'm cool. I dominate the school.

Who am I? Just guess.

Guys wanna touch my chest. I'm rockin'. I smile.

And Jenny think I'm vile. I'm flyin'. I jump.

You can't look, but don't you hump. Woo! I'm major. I roar.

I swear I'm not a whore. We cheer. Can we leave?

We act like we're on speed.

Hate us cause we're beautiful.

Well, we don't like you either. We're cheerleaders. We are cheerleaders. Roll

call. Call me Big Red.

I'm W-W-Whitney.

C-C-C-Courtney. Ram.

Dude, it's Darcy.

T-T-T-Torrance!

Rentals?

Bye-bye!

Remember,

he's leaving for college.

Right.

So, are you excited?

Oh, yeah!

It's a college tour!

I'm really stoked, you know? It's just, you know, I'm gonna miss you.

Really? Yeah!

But next year?

It'll be you and me reunited at Cal State Dominguez Hills.

I'll be the experienced sophomore. You'll be the hot new freshman.

Yep, it'll be just like high school, only better dorm rooms.

I got the door, Tor.

Okay. I got the door, Tor.

Hey, what up, Grady?

Hey, hey, remember, when you get captain, act surprised, okay? Don't jinx

me. Hi, Torrance.

Hey, Aaron.

Ah, ladies.

Good luck at school. Thank you.

Oh, Aaron, come to one last practice. You know you're still our favorite

cheerleader. Please.

I'm sorry, guys. I gotta run.

You're not staying for the vote? Hey, I really gotta beat traffic. I can't be

late for orientation.

But I really want... Hey. Hey.

Trust me.

You're gonna get it.

Bye-bye. Bye.

Did you vote? Oh, yeah.

Darcy thinks she should get captain because her dad pays for everything.

He should use some of that money to buy her a clue.

Uh-huh.

Courtney will get captain. The guys love clutching her butt.

Yeah, she's got a lot to hang on to.

What's the bill for butt?

On one person, I mean. She pissed the ass in massive.

You put delude into looted. Yo, am I having your vote?

Mom, it's me.

Thank you.

You should give Big Red a gift, or at least someone should say something.

Pass. Good riddance. I don't believe in osmosis. Not round-nosing. She's the

departing captain.

She did a lot for this squad.

Oh, come on. Both of you sucked before she whipped you into shape. A whip? Is

that what that was?

No one will miss Big Red tour. She puts the itch in bitch. She puts the whore in

horrifying. You know, it's her last practice. How would you feel? Big Red

has no feelings.

Just testicles.

You guys are all great athletes.

Thanks in large part to me.

And I know that your new captain will keep the tradition alive, leading you to

the record six national cheerleading championship you know is yours.

So, let's meet your new leader, Torrin Shipman.

What's a wolf swap?

Only the hardest pyramid known to cheerleading and mankind.

The words big and riches come to mind. She's crazy.

She'll kill us all. Hello. Some of us have not spent the entire summer working

out. Wait, Carver.

Come on, guys. Let's be different for once. We can't just rest on our laurels.

Why does everybody say that? Maybe a laurel's a good place to rest.

Come on, man. You guys suck.

Let's do this.

a penny someone's slacking. Do I look like a milkmaid? Because somebody feels

like a cow.

Carver, can you cradle out?

You bet I can.

Okay, ready? One, two, down, up.

Carver, are

you

okay? I'm fine, really.

Don't you guys worry about me. It's just that...

Yeah, and you said to go to the hospital on your first day. Aye, aye, Captain.

You were listening on the phone?

Mom! It's true.

She really should get her own private line, you know.

She's growing up so fast.

Justin, go away.

At ease, Captain.

Well, this blistering academic schedule shouldn't get in your way. You should be

happy about that.

Why can't you accept the fact that I'm not a genius?

It just kills you that I'm not an honor student.

No, it kills me that you barely make time to study.

If you studied half as much as you cheer, you'd be in great shape.

Your priorities are... No, those are your priorities.

Mine are just fine.

Look, I'm just saying that college might be less of a shock if you take an extra

lab or language course or something.

What do you think?

Will advanced chem get you off my back?

Not completely, but it'll help.

Done.

You know, mothers have killed to get their daughters on squads.

That mother didn't kill anyone. She hired a hitman.

Everyone,

we have a new student transferring from Mission Hills High School in Los

Angeles. Please welcome Cliff Pantwine.

In tone.

Loser!

Loser!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Is that the loser sneeze I just heard over

there? Guys, come on.

I mean, what is that, from like the 1900s? Nobody does that anymore.

I don't think anybody does.

When I lived in Kentucky, did they still do the loser sneeze in Kentucky?

No, they had guns and homemade bombs.

What about L.A.? There was a lot of attitude in L.A., but no loser sneeze.

I'm pretty sure the loser sneeze is officially dead.

Sorry.

Loser!

Nice.

I don't think they got the memo about the loser sneeze.

Uh, no, apparently not.

Cliff.

Torrance.

Advanced Chem.

Yikes. Oh. Wow.

Right, so, are you intimidated?

Yeah, a little.

Really? No, not really.

So, is that your band or something?

The Clash?

No. Um, it's a British punk band circa 19...

77th 1983 ish original lineup anyway how vintage

um

so i'll see you around then looks like it

hey hey hey whoa sexy

leslie and jan jan the cheerleading man hey fax

Whoa, whoa, just because we won more trophies than you guys, there's no

reason to go get all malignant.

Malignant this, Tool.

One of these days, man.

Let it go.

They never even won a single game.

It's got to be kind of rough on them.

Besides, they're dicks.

Les, tell me you have advanced chem first period.

Advanced chem first period.

If you have a lab partner already, I'm screwed.

Florence, it's only the second day of school, and your academic insecurity bit

is completely tired.

You know, everyone's saying your ambition broke Carver's leg.

When really it was the anklet which she slammed into the ground.

Casey did a massive email last night, misspelled leg.

Shut up. Two Gs.

And apparently Carver gets homeschooling for the next three months.

I'm cursed.

Replacing her is going to be a nightmare.

Well, that's why you're the captain, Captain.

Bring on the Tyros, the Neophytes, and the Dilettantes.

SATs are over, Darcy.

And you're still jealous of my score.

Are we sure Carver's not malingering? Carver will strictly be cheering in the

Special Olympics until March.

Nationals are February 10th. Regionals are in, like, four weeks.

I talked to her. She's cool with this. Don't tell me Carver can cut school just

because she broke her leg in three places.

Hello? Get a wheelchair.

That lucky bitch.

Tell me we're not actually continuing this masquerade and having tryouts.

Let's cut the crap and pick somebody now.

Whitney's little sister, Jamie, is really teeny.

She'll be easy to toss and she doesn't give lips. Just tongue.

Kiss my ass, Jan.

I'd love to. If she's the best, Jamie's got it. But we have to see everyone.

Ready? Okay.

Wait. Hold on. Let me try that again. That was terrible.

Ready? Okay.

How many chairs do we actually have to memorize?

Do we get paid for this? Oh, and do I have to provide my own uniform?

And I see you guys are wearing red.

Um, that just does not work for me.

Ready?

Pretty good.

Yo, yo, yo, what's up, what's up?

It's time to get busy, so let's kick this shit and knock the CK off your

pants. Yeah.

Give my regards to Broadway.

Remember me to Herald Square.

Tell all the day. Excuse me.

Isn't this the audition for Pippin?

Any more questions? I think we're good.

Here's our girl.

Rancho Carne's not all talk.

All we know is Toros rock.

Shake your booty, scream and shout.

Toro players work it out.

Go Toros!

You don't really have to wear those little underwear things, because I don't

like wearing underwear.

Thanks!

Excuse

me,

would you park your Harley?

Get rid of her.

Tattoos are strictly foreboding.

Sorry.

I got bored during fourth period.

You need to fill one of these out.

Did it.

Missy, is it?

Okay, before we start, I'm afraid we're going to need to make sure you can do a

standing back tuck.

Standard procedure.

You'll understand.

Standing back handspring back tuck, okay?

Where's this girl from, Romania?

Can she yell?

We'll try, Naldi.

Awesome! Oh, wow!

Like, totally freak me out, I mean right on!

The tour is sure our number one.

I transferred from Los Angeles. Your school has no gymnastics team. This is a

last resort.

Okay, so I've never cheered before, so what?

How about something that actually requires neurons?

Do it.

Front handspring, step out, round off back handspring, step out, round off

back handspring, full twisting layout.

Missy is bank.

Bankrupt? We've already so decided on Jamie.

Courtney, this is not a democracy. It's a cheerocracy.

I'm sorry, but I'm overruling you. You are being a cheer-tater, Torrance, and a

pain in my ass.

We already voted.

Besides, Missy looks like an uber-dyke.

Courtney, I'm the captain.

I'm pulling rank, and you can fall in line or not.

If we're gonna be the best, we have to have the best.

Missy's the poo, so take a big whiff.

You. And you.

I mean, hi, I'm... A cheerleader.

Yeah, head cheerleader to be exact.

Wow.

So, does Missy live here?

Actually, she moved back to L.A. Yeah.

Something about evil cheerleaders or... Look, I'm serious. We have to get her.

Is her drug dependency going to be a problem?

Cliff, shut up.

What do you want?

I want you on the squad.

You're the best. They know it. They just reject the unfamiliar.

Thanks, but no thanks. I mean, I plead temporary insanity.

See, I'm a hardcore gymnast. No way jumping up and down screaming, go team

go, is going to satisfy me. Look, we're gymnasts too, except no beam, no bars,

no vault.

Sorry, not interested.

What are you doing?

Nothing. I just thought that it was interesting hearing Torrance's point of

view. How do you even know her?

We're old friends.

Ever been to a cheerleading competition?

Oh, you mean like a football game?

No, not a game. Those are like practices for us.

I'm talking about a tournament.

ESPN cameras all around, hundreds of people in the crowds cheering.

Wait, people cheering cheerleaders?

That's right. Lots of people.

Here's the deal, Missy.

We're the shit, the best.

We have fun, we work hard, and we win national championships.

I'm offering you a chance to be a part of that.

Think about it miss. I mean you get to wear sassy outfits you get to yell like

you care about something She's not the cheering type You

know what Count me in

Nice recruit, Torrance.

A real captain would have seen what I saw, a big, dykey loser.

I'd say that's strike two.

What the hell is up? I went out on a limb for you and you just bailed?

I'm not about stealing.

What are you talking about?

You ripped off those cheers.

Listen, missy, our cheers are 100% original.

Count the trophies.

Well, your trophies are bullshit because you're a sad-ass liar.

All right, that's it! Get out of the car or I'm gonna kick your ass!

Oh, really?

Come on.

We're in for a rude awakening.

Get in. What?

No way.

For real. Get in.

be some poeple in the atmosphere.

I said, it's calling in. There must be some poeple in the atmosphere.

I said, oh, we are real.

You guys enjoy the show?

Yes, with the ethnic festivities to your liking today?

You guys are awesome.

Really? Ready to share those trophies? Can we just beat these buffies down so I

can go home?

I won't go if you go.

Look, there's no need for that.

Oh, you know what? She's right. So then we'd be doing them a favor.

So then they could feel good about sending Raggedy Ann up here to Jackets

for our Cheers.

Raggedy Ann?

Ugly redhead with a video camera permanently attached to her hand.

Y'all been coming up here for years trying to steal our routines.

And we just love seeing them on ESPN.

What are you talking about? Burr, it's cold in here. I said there must be some

Toros in the atmosphere.

I know you didn't think a white girl made that shit up.

I really, I, I... Our free cheer service is over as of this moment. Over?

Bonito. Guys, like, every time we get some, here y'all come trying to steal

it, putting some blonde hair on it, and calling it something different.

We've had the best squad around for years, but no one's been able to see

what we can do.

Oh, but you better believe all that's gonna change this year.

I'm captain.

And I guarantee you we will make it to nationals.

So just hand over the tape you made tonight. We'll call it even for now.

We don't have any tape.

Really, we just came to see the show.

What?

Come on, Isis, let me do this.

You know what?

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

So that's it?

We're just gonna let them go?

Yeah.

Because unlike them, we have class.

I swear I had no idea.

Well, now you do.

You've been touched by an angel, girl.

We just so almost got our

asses kicked back there. I mean, I knew I'd seen those routines before. We used

to play East Compton all the time.

You really had no idea, did you?

Do you know what this means?

My entire cheerleading career has been a lie.

Well, I'm on the bright side.

It's only cheerleading.

I am only cheerleading.

Do you believe in curses?

What are you talking about?

I think I'm cursed.

And why is that?

This past summer, at cheer camp, all the new seniors had to do a dare.

See, there's this thing called a spirit stick.

And it can never, ever touch the ground.

Warren Shipman, your mission, should you choose to accept it, and you better, is

to capture the spirit stick and drop it in front of the entire camp.

Do you want to go my way?

Do you want to go my way?

The future is clear.

Let's get into gear.

Y'all are such an inspiration to us.

Well, I just wanted to congratulate you guys and take a picture of you.

With the spirits stuck.

Here. I don't want it now.

No, it's okay. The spirit stick doesn't lose anything.

The person who drops it, however... Goes to Hades.

I don't mean to laugh, but cheerleading urban legend?

You're not jinxed.

Shit happens.

Hey, I have to tell you something. I'm on the phone, creep.

I realize that. And normally I'd be listening on the other line, but this is

important. Okay, what?

Oh, get out!

Thank you for listening.

Yo. Is Aaron around?

Back later.

Do you know when?

No. Have him call Torrance. It's urgent.

All right.

Big Red totally screwed us. I mean monster screwed us.

I put this to the entire squad.

Swear you guys didn't know.

We didn't exactly let any of us help with the routines, Torrance. I cannot

believe she did this. I feel awful. It's depraved. I mean, those East Compton

girls wanted to grill our asses. Big Red ran the show, man. I mean, we were just

flying ignorami.

Sobbing out loud.

We can't go to regionals with a stolen routine.

It's too risky. Changing the routine now?

It would be total murder-suicide. Seriously.

Let's not put the duh in dumb.

How are Ace Compton going to prove anything?

You people are unbelievable.

I mean, we're talking about cheating here.

Sorry, new girl, but nobody hit your buzzer.

Look, I hate to be predictable, but I don't give a shit.

We learned that routine fair and square. We logged the man hours. Don't punish

the squad for Big Red's mistake.

This isn't about cheating.

This is about winning.

Everyone in favor of winning?

I get

what

you're saying, Zip, but there's no time.

If we don't do the routine, we've got nothing else.

So?

You win?

Get out of here.

Hey, this is the living room. It's public domain.

Yo.

Hey, man, please speak to Aaron. It's Torrance. He's not here. He's... He's

not here. Bye.

I'll take out famous losers for $200.

Shut up, moron.

It's not my fault you're in love with a big gay cheerleader who won't return

your phone calls.

Aaron is not gay.

Oh, so someone just made him become a cheerleader? He's just... busy.

Yeah busy scamming on guys

You sure I can stay over your house tonight?

Totally fine.

My parents are at some benefit. They'll be pouring themselves into bed around

dawn. Good. We gotta start early.

You'll be a star cheerleader yet.

You know, all the cheerleaders in the world wouldn't help our football team.

Man, it's just wrong.

Cheering for them is just plain mean.

Everybody comes to see you ladies anyway.

Because we're such fine athletes.

I'll live with it.

You'll be fighting off major ogres while we defend our sexuality.

What is your sexuality?

Well, Jan's straight.

Well, I'm... controversial.

Are you trying to tell me you speak fag?

Oh, fluently.

And Courtney and Whitney, psychedelic? No. Are you kidding? I don't think so.

See, um, Courtney doesn't wear anything under her spankies.

There's no excuse, Jan. I can't help it if my digits slip occasionally.

Nuh-uh.

Slip? Where?

Oh, come on, Missy. Don't make him say it.

Oh, my God.

My God, too.

Sick man, Jan.

Hands together for the Rancho Carne Toro!

Yeah, why don't you let your cheerleaders play for you? At least they

win shit occasionally.

Oh, man, is that the best you got? Yeah, come on, bring it on, butt plug.

You want more? Okay. Well, we're out here kicking your ass.

Your cheerboys are over there, scamming on all your squirrel.

Which is cool, since you only have dicks anyway.

Mm-hmm.

Bitch.

Costa Mesa, 34.

Do what?

Especially with him.

What are you talking about?

Oh, don't play dumb.

We're better at it than you. You haven't shared sex with him.

Jan's got spirit.

Yes, he do.

Jan's got spirit.

How about you?

Dude, you just lost.

So is every game that eventful? No, thank God.

We have a real situation on our hands. I mean, we were humiliated on our own

turf. We might have to have a rumble.

This is a serious problem.

Oh, so is your breath.

Oh my god.

What are you doing?

Where's the bathroom?

Right there.

No. Are you into my brother?

No. I have a boyfriend.

Hello? Erin?

Tor?

Is that you?

Where have you been? I keep trying to call you.

Yeah, I know. I've been, like, totally busy with school and practice and stuff.

What's up?

Oh, it's bad, Erin.

Miss Red snaked our routines from the East Compton Clovers.

All of our routines.

What? And they found out about it. They showed up at the game. Gauntlets were

thrown. Tell me you didn't know about this. I mean, I don't know what to do

here. Well, of course I didn't know.

But you've got to calm down. This is not...

This unwritten rule or something.

That doesn't help me. We can't do their routine at regionals because they're

going to do their routine at regionals.

Come on, Turd. You need a new routine. That's all.

No problem. Just hire a professional choreographer.

A choreographer.

Look, just think of it as collaboration.

The UCA totally looks the other way. Call this guy. His name is Sparky

Polastri. Member of Nationals last year. Knows his shit, all right?

Here's the number. It's 55...

Mm-hmm. Bye, baby.

Who was that?

My sister.

But you're not my sister, are you?

He says we should hire a choreographer.

Hello. Hi. May I please speak to Sparky Palastri?

He'll need three or four days to teach us the routine. But here's the thing.

It's going to cost us $2,000.

What do I have the letters ATM tattooed on my forehead?

We were thinking more like D-A-D-D-Y.

Maybe I can get 500.

Okay, then we only need 1,500 more by Monday.

What's up, Whitney?

Here we are at the Brant O'Carney Toro Car Wash raising a little money.

Yeah, baby, yeah.

Work it, Katie.

Hey, you cussed at Mama.

Soak it up.

Working hard for our money.

Give it a little buck job, that's good.

Oh, that's attractive, Torn.

Good.

Shaking the boot.

Ritzy, what the hell are you doing?

Oh,

dude,

the much-ass camera.

Hey, perv.

Hand over your 15 bucks or get out of here.

What are you doing?

Making money from guys oogling my goodies.

Oh, I didn't need to hear that. I didn't. That was an overshare.

Hey, Torrance.

Come here a sec.

We'll just get this over with.

My brother wants to check out your rack.

You know, I begged my mom for a brother.

He'd look a little ridiculous in that bikini, wouldn't he?

Yeah.

So, nice car.

Yeah, um... What can I say? I drive hard.

Shouldn't take long to wash.

Oh, don't even worry about it. I got all afternoon.

I'll bet you do.

Where the hell is this guy?

Listen, we're lucky he's even doing this for us.

Prepare for total domination.

Y'all ready for this?

Thanks for coming. Don't speak.

You, you have weak ankles.

One of your calves is bigger than the other.

Too much makeup.

Not enough makeup.

What's with the skin?

Say it with me.

Sunlight.

Male cheerleaders.

Enough said.

Smile. Don't smile.

Good general tone and musculature.

Report those compliments to your ass before it gets so big it falls on its

own website.

And you.

I take you to be the captain, which means you'll probably need more work

than anyone.

Look, you don't... Shh, shh, shh. But I... No, no, no.

Don't speak.

Don't think.

Listen and learn.

I am a choreographer.

That's what I do.

You are cheerleaders.

Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded.

What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing.

I will attempt to transform your robotic routines into poetry written with the

human body.

Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.

I want you to think of what you ate today.

Got it?

Now cut that in half. This is called a diet. Everyone start one today.

Oh, Darcy, honey, you should stop eating.

You see, when you skip a meal, your body feeds off its fat stores.

And if you skip enough, maybe your body will eat your ass.

Why does everyone have to go on a diet?

Because in cheerleading we throw people in the air and fat people don't go as

high. Come on, come on, let's get back to work.

No.

Now I'm in danger.

I'm gonna want to flex my snapper neck.

Spirit fingers.

Give me spirit fingers.

Spirit fingers.

What I told you I'd catch you Look, I understand you have underwear up your

ass right now, but it beats the hell out of a shattered skull.

Think about it

Spirit fingers?

Spirit fingers!

And spirit fingers!

These are not spirit fingers.

These are spirit fingers.

And these are gold.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three. Three, four,

five, six, seven, eight. Screw this.

I did not sign on for Spirit Fingers.

Come on.

The Spirit Fingers are great.

Yeah, whatever.

We are so screwed.

Hey.

Hey. What's the matter?

You don't want to know.

Ah.

Cheer crisis.

I've just gotten so bogged down in all this crap.

Well, if it's crap, why do you do it?

I don't know.

So quit.

Maybe I should.

Yeah, I mean, if you don't like it anymore.

I didn't say that.

Sounds like it.

I don't know what I want.

I remember back when I cheered at my school in Detroit.

You cheered at your other high school.

No, I never cheered.

But I know what you're going through.

And regardless of all the politics and the doubts and the crap,

you just have to know that you can do it.

And if it helps, I know you can.

You do?

Yeah.

State Regionals, here we come.

Welcome to the world of competitive cheerleading.

There she goes again, slipping and sliding, ducking and diving.

There she goes again.

Some of these uniforms look so skanky.

Whatever, they're white trash. Where did they get them? They're white trash.

Cut her. I'm gonna kick your ass, you evil whore.

Get out of my head!

Oh, she did not just hit me. She's a little kid.

She's a little... No, Tiny, get off me!

Yes. Your head was down.

Your head was down during that move.

How are you going to give a proper score if you're not looking if your head is

down during a move?

Remember, they give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.

Did we bring those?

Oh, no. Look who's here.

We're in trouble. And now, making their first appearance at the UCA California

Regionals, the East Compton Glovers!

from the Tauros over the last few years is a highly original routine.

Can we expect the same this year? Well, I think everyone goes out there the same

way, being as prepared as they can be and just hoping for the best.

We're just glad to be back here and eager to see what some of the other

squads have come up with.

Well,

thank you, Retro Carne Tauros.

the curse what the spirit stick curse oh god will you lay off with that there's

no curse you're not going to hades newsflash look around we are in hades

rancho carne you're up next and now from san diego california

the five-time national champions the rancho carne toro

i bet this is good

Domination! Domination!

Domination! Domination!

Didn't we just see this routine?

Thank you.

Rancho Arne Toros.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Go Toros!

That was, um, interesting.

Y'all should have just stuck with our routines.

Yeah. Don't worry, we'll send you a postcard from Nationals.

Next up, the Fighting Beavers of San Bernardino.

Torin Shipman. Yes. Tad Freeman, Universal Cheer Association. We have a

problem. A problem?

Yes, a very big... Hey.

I don't know if you can imagine... Hey.

As I was watching that last routine, but... I wouldn't just know.

What? Official chair business.

That's me.

Hey, Doris!

That was smooth.

Real smooth.

I'll see you later.

Alrighty.

Oh, uh, by the way, nice beard fingers.

Yeah, well, here's another.

Thanks.

Obviously, your Toro's not the only squad with this particular routine.

Does the name Sparky Palastri mean anything to you?

Sparky Palastri?

Apparently, he's been peddling this same routine up and down the California

coast. Six squads total.

We're holding an emergency session of the discretionary panel.

About what?

We've never had a situation like this before.

We really should disqualify you and... No, no, don't punish the squad. It was

my choice to hire Sparky, not theirs.

Don't penalize everyone for my bad judgment.

But since there's no precedent for this, there is nothing in the rule books that

forbids it. It's simply frowned upon, and I suppose we can't disqualify you on

those grounds alone.

As defending champions, you are guaranteed a bid to Florida, but know

that we'll be watching you.

And don't expect to show up at finals with that routine.

What are you doing? You're wrecking everything I built. Hey, hey, hey, it's

not totally her fault. I was the one that hooked her up. This season should

have been gravy, okay? I handpicked a squad. I delivered an idiot-proof

routine. Platter, Nationals, hello.

Don't you mean a stolen routine?

Oh, don't be so naive, Torrance.

Look, the truth is, I was a real leader, okay?

I did what I had to do to win a Nationals, and ever since I handed the

reins over to you, you've run my squad straight into the ground.

If I made any mistake as a squad leader, it wasn't borrowing cheers.

It was announcing you as my successor.

It's time to show down.

Uh-uh. Not cool.

Hey, Tori.

Tori, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me go. I just want to get out

of here. Hey, big red's a bitch.

We all know that.

Even she knows that.

I don't know what to do here, Aaron.

Look, I know I haven't always been there for you since I went to college.

It's been a rough transition for both of us.

But I still care about you as much as I ever did. You know that, right?

You do?

Of course.

Which is why I hate to see you like this, all stressed out.

It's not good for you.

You're a great cheerleader, Tor, and you're cute as hell.

It's just that maybe...

Maybe... You're just not Captain Material.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

Maybe you should consider letting Courtney and Whitney take over the

squad. They're just like Big Red.

You want me to give up Captain?

Hey, let them deal with the politics.

You just do what you do best, Tor.

You cheer.

Cheer, Tor.

Okay?

I just want to see you happy.

Sleep tight, sweetie.

Friend of yours?

He's my boyfriend.

But Cliff, I can explain.

No, it's cool.

Here, um, I made you tape, too.

Hey, Torrance. It's me, Cliff. Um, here's, uh... I wrote something for you,

so here it is.

Oh, Torrance Can't stand your cheerleading squad But I

love your pom-poms I'd feed you bonbons all night

One, two, three, four!

you got me to feel all those butterflies inside in your locker i would hide the

truth it's only you i see and you're just what i need i bring you flowers

every day just to roll you in the hay well i'm feeling fine i'm right on time

i know i'll get my way hey and you're just what i need and you're

just what i need

Aaron called us last night. He told us you're turning the squad over to us.

We want you to know that... Just because you bit the big one as captain does not

mean we're going to be super hard on you.

We'll treat you as if you didn't screw us into the ground.

Gee, thanks.

Everyone, Torrance is not to be harmed.

We've already decided on a course of action.

We're going to forego nationals this year.

Everyone's already agreed to it. Except me. And me.

Both of you can be replaced.

I can't believe you guys.

The only person who can officially resign the post of captain is the

captain. And I'm not going anywhere.

Then we'll have to overthrow you. Which we will.

Enough!

Our whole cheering career, we've staked our reputation on being the best.

The most inventive.

Now we finally have a chance to truly be original, and you're all running scared.

She's crazy. I am not crazy.

And I'm not resigning as captain either.

You're gonna have to kill me first.

That can be arranged.

Shut it, Whitney! Let her talk!

Look. I know I've screwed up royally as captain, but I believe in this squad,

and I know we can bounce back from this.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy.

It's going to be hard work.

We'll need a new routine, something amazing and fresh, and we've got less

than three weeks till nationals.

But if we can do it, if we can pull this off, then we can really call ourselves

original.

Now, who's with me?

How about it, girls?

It's gonna be hard without you two.

Fine.

Sure. Whatever.

Okay.

Let's do this.

We're gonna devote every waking hour to practice.

Before school, in between classes, and after school.

Afternoon practices will have to be twice as long.

We've gotta do whatever it takes to be in perfect physical shape.

Maybe we should join the squad.

And since the football team sucks, no matter

how hard we cheer, we'll use night games to practice too.

But that's not all. We're going to study other types of movement, from swing

dance to interpretive dance.

Even mime.

We'll draw inspiration from martial arts.

musicals, everything.

You guys know who got the talent.

We've just got to work our asses off and trust our instincts.

All of our instincts.

Tour?

Wow, what are you doing here? Just wanted to come by and see you.

Is this a bad time?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm super busy. I'm working on this project. Yeah, you

sound super busy.

I guess that's it.

You were too busy to believe in me.

Oh, no, no, no, but wait.

You weren't too busy to sell me out to Courtney and Whitney, were you?

Gee, now I'm confused.

Well, I hope you're not too busy to hear this.

Kiss my ass, Aaron.

It's over.

You're a great cheerleader, Aaron.

It's just that maybe you're not exactly boyfriend material.

Bye-bye.

You're a cheerleader?

UCA just posted a nationals list on the internet.

East Compton isn't on it.

They couldn't raise the money in time. They're not going.

What do you mean they're not going?

Torrance, that's good news.

They cannot not go. That's not good news.

What are you talking about? They don't go. We win. Once again, we're the best.

I define best as competing against the best there is out there and beating

them. They have to go.

It's so unfair. The first inner-city squad ever to get a bit to nationals and

they can't afford to go?

Look, Mom, her head is spinning off into another dimension.

Justin. The company gets hit up for money all the time, honey. I just can't.

It's not that much money, Mr. Level Playing Field.

Tell them the deal. Maybe they'll want to help.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll make the call, but I tell you, they'll probably say no. Don't let

them. Think of how much it'll mean to East Compton. They deserve to go.

Do the right thing, Dad.

Did that just happen?

Yeah. Where we come from, cheer is not a word we hear very often. They should

call us inspiration leaders instead.

Ooh, that's deep.

I like that.

I don't know why we write into some talk shows. It's like we're begging for

charity or something.

It's not charity. Pauletta Patton's from our neighborhood. She'll understand why

we need the money. Tell her we need to buy donuts. Her big butt'll understand

that. Aha!

Stop being counterproductive, right?

Lava, please stop teaching her these big words before she choke on one.

No, better I choke you, Lefred.

Look, Janelle, you guys, stop.

Please.

Damn.

Well, tell her about the late-night practices we've been having.

There you go. That's the kind of stuff she wants to hear about.

Now we're talking.

You guys have to go to nationals. Did you come up here just to tell me that?

Here. I got my dad's company to sponsor you guys.

What is this, hush money?

No. Oh, right. It's guilt money.

You pay our way in and you sleep better at night knowing how your whole world is

based on one big old fat lie.

Well, you know what?

We don't need you.

Why do you have to be so mean?

I'm just trying to do the right thing here.

Look, I'm trying to be strong for my squad, okay?

That's what a captain does.

Well, I'm a captain too, you know.

And I'm trying to make it right.

You want to make it right?

Then when you go to nationals, bring it.

Don't slack off because you feel sorry for us.

That way, when we beat you, we'll know it's because we're better.

I'll bring it.

Don't worry.

I never do.

I listened to your tape.

I loved it.

Wait. Can I talk to you?

I was upset that night. Aaron gave me a ride home.

It was just a goodnight kiss. It meant nothing.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And I wanted you to know that I broke up with him.

Congratulations.

He didn't believe in me.

You did.

Whatever.

Fight me. Hanging out with the Arrowheads has really sharpened your

verbal skills, huh?

Screw you.

Said the cheerleader.

That's right, I am a cheerleader, and you're a dumbass.

Torrance likes you, okay? She likes you.

It's just an odd way of showing it.

Don't be stupid.

She broke up with her boyfriend for you.

Yeah.

Look, do us all a favor and get over yourself and tell her how you feel.

I thought I had.

Well, try again.

And let me give you a little tip from a cheerleader.

Be aggressive.

Be aggressive.

Now, back to Pauletta.

It's wish day.

Today's letter comes from East Compton, California.

Dear Pauletta, where we come from, cheer is not a word that you hear very often.

But that's what we are. The cheerleaders of East Compton High School.

They should really call us inspiration leaders because that's what we do.

We inspire the people from our neighborhoods to believe that our team

can win.

That's why we're asking you to...

to send us to the national cheerleading competition for the first time.

Well, Clovers, you got your wish. Audience, the East Compton Clovers!

So, is your family coming?

I don't know if Cliff's coming.

I totally blew it with Cliff.

Forget it. My brother's an idiot.

You're his sister. You don't see him like I do.

Yeah, and that's a good thing. Because that would be a crime.

Hey, ladies.

Want to be my spirit stick?

Lock your doors, bolt your windows.

Daytona, Florida has been invaded by teenage cheerleaders. And what do they

want? The chance to be the number one cheerleading squad in the country. You

know, in high school, I couldn't pay a cheerleader to talk to me. Now, I'm

surrounded by them. And let's face it, any sport that combines gymnastics,

dance, and short skirts is okay by me.

ESPN2 welcomes you to sunny Daytona, Florida for the Universal Cheer

Association Nationals 2000.

50 squads from 50 high schools across the nation are gathered here to duke it

out. Want to talk pressure?

These kids are feeling it. One individual mistake can cost a squad

everything. Who's got spirit?

We do, baby. Only on The Deuce.

Watch going out of bounds. There's a duck like crazy for that stuff.

Are you going for sainthood or something?

You don't want to blow it on something tiny.

Look, me and my squad made it to the big show without any of your help. I think

we can handle it.

Stay in bounds. If any of you step outside that ugly blue carpet, you are

dead.

Happy? Yes.

Tell your girl, man, she's about a half second early on all her moves.

Okay, I will.

Happy?

Yep.

Bring it And what the hell was that about?

We just understand each other, that's all

The field has been narrowed and the advancing squads will move on to

tomorrow's finals.

Defending champs, the Toros, have managed to come back from a humiliating

showing at regionals. But the real Cinderella story here, of course, is the

Clovers of East Compton, California.

Casey's popping zits again.

Gross. Casey, you're totally bedobbing the mirror.

Clean it off.

Okay, okay.

I don't know, it's scarier.

Neurotic cheerleaders are the pressure to win.

I could make a killing selling something like Diet Prozac.

Thank God you're here this season, Missy. I couldn't have done it alone.

Oh, dear.

No, I mean it.

Shut up!

You don't have it yet! You don't have it! Give it up already!

Daytona, Florida.

Day number two. By sundown, only one squad can call themselves UCA National

Champions 2000.

Shit!

Where the hell are my spanky pants?

What's that on his head?

Don't be shy, ladies. Donation girl is welcome.

Hey,

babe. You in a giving mood?

Sure.

Get lost, freak, or I'm going to tell all your friends that you were at a

cheerleading competition.

You wouldn't.

Oh, I would.

Hey, I recognize these.

That was perfect. Your basket toss was amazing, and no one saw that landing.

Really?

We should find your tooth.

Hey.

That last lift you did was amazing.

Thanks.

Good luck out there.

Thanks, man.

I'm Les.

I'm Tim.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, I'll see you around? Yeah.

Okay,

now focus and don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

No, just try not to think about the stakes, okay? I'm totally cool.

I'm so ready.

The main thing that you must remember is... Always smile.

Sorry.

Man, this stomach is killing me. Yo, relax, girl. You're making me even more

nervous.

You guys, look, gather up.

You guys, we got this.

We've done this routine a million times.

Just relax.

Forget about all those faces out there and just imagine that we're back at our

school, in our gym, just doing our thing.

We fine.

East Compton Clovers, you're up. All right, now let's do this, Clovers. Yeah.

Raise the ceiling. One, two, three. You know.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome from East Compton, California.

Thank you.

give a warm welcome to our mcs editor of cheer fashion magazine miss brandy

tattersall and uca president mr johnny garrison and now ladies and gentlemen

the moment you've all been waiting for the awards ceremony for uca 2000 five

finalist squads and only one will walk away with the grand prize trophy and a

check for twenty thousand dollars and so in third place from new pope high

school in New Pope, Mississippi, the New Pope Cavaliers.

Let's hear it for them.

Well done, ladies.

And now, Brandi, would you do the honors?

And in second place, and this was a tough decision as there were two

outstanding performances this year.

In second place...

of this year's National High School Cheerleading Championships, the East

Compton Clovers from East Compton, California.

Congratulations, Clovers. Let's hear it.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it out.

Hey, I just want to say, you know, captain to captain, I respect what you

guys did out there.

You guys were good.

Thanks. You were better.

We were, huh?

Look,

my very own spirit stick.

So,

you think the curse is broken?

I don't believe in curses anymore.

Oh, really?

No.

Well, maybe we should burn that just in case.

Congratulations.

Oh, thanks.

You remember my friend Torrance, right?

Yeah, I think so.

We'll talk later.

So,

second place?

How's it feel?

Feels like first.

Yes,

I realize the healing view.

I'm really stoked.

That's why they're including me to wake you away with... Before we start, I'm

gonna... I'm freaking... Hey, that was freaking... What the hell is up?

Hey,

Nicky.

You've been around all night, and that's a little long. You think you've got the

right, and I think you've got it wrong.

Why can't you say goodnight, so you can take me home, Nicky?

Okay, let's do this!

You don't know me.

Every time you move, I let a little more sure.

There's something we can use, so don't say no. Ready?

Ready.

So come on and give it to me any way you can.

Any way you want to do it, I'll take it like a man. That beats the hell out of a

shadow skull.

Think about it.

I'll make you out of pity, you don't understand.

Take me by the heart when you take me by the hand.

You're so pretty can't you understand?

No that was shitty, I hated that one.

Yo, yo, let me explain this to you.

See, I'm not going to let you want me. How we're going to do it is I'm going to

run you.

Ew, you got a lot of nerve.

I guess you haven't heard.

I'm doing fine out here on my own.

You, you think that you can come around here for some fun.

Don't shake your head from side to side. Saying that you're changing up. That you

see the light. Cause you just say what you say. You want your way. And it's

that game that you play. It's a little late.

Ask if I'm ever gonna take you back. Ask if I'm never gonna come to that. So stay

around. Say goodbye.

Be a bird. Pass me by. Ask if I'm gonna let you break my heart again.

Ask if I'm gonna let your love back in my life. Not tonight.

Get a grip.

You seem to think that I ain't got no sense of pride.

Boy, you got a weird perception of what it is to

love. And I'm sure because you got a look of death.

Don't shake your head from left to right, saying that you will and you

won't ever see the light. And you just say what you say, what you weigh, and

it's that game that you play. It's a little late. Ask if I'm ever gonna take

you back. Ask if you're ever gonna come to this.

I hope to see you proud. Wake up by your birth.

Pass me by. Ask if I'm gonna let you break my heart again.

Ask if I'm gonna let your love back in my life.

What can I do? What can I say to work away from me?

Don't you bow, that's what love is all about. What do I gotta do to get this

through to you?

Don't shake your head from left to right, saying that you're changing on

now. You're on my side cause you just won, but you won some lucky charm. And

it's that game that you play, so I'm moving on.

As if I'm ever gonna take you back. As if you're never gonna come to that. So

be there and disappear.

Baby, I'm not leaving.

I'm gonna let you break my heart again. I'm gonna let you go back in my life.

Not tonight.

Get a grip. Baby, ask him.

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

him. I'm never gonna take you back again. It's never gonna come to pass.

What's in your mouth?

I'm gonna let you break my heart again As if I'm gonna let you try and be my

friend It's the end, take the hit, baby as if