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I know a place

Where the grass
is really greener

Warm, wet and wild

There must be something
in the water

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close
to the Golden Coast

California gurls
We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock

West Coast represent
Now put your hands up

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

California

California gurls

I'm bored.

Ladies, I am at a loss.

Brittany, please remind me...

of how I single-handedly
put cheerleading on the map.

In 1979, you directed
a made-for-TV movie...

about the Dallas Cowboy
Cheerleaders...

called The Dallas Cowboy
Cheerleaders.

That is correct,
and in the meantime,
what's changed?

Personal grooming habits?

What's changed is I have
completely lost interest,

and, ladies, I blame you.

- Becky, more silicone falsies.
- Got it, Coach.

You will each enhance
your bust with an additional
pair of chicken cutlets,

in an attempt to add some jiggle
to what is the most boring routine
I have ever witnessed.

But, Coach Sylvester,
this is the most elaborate routine
the Cheerios have ever done.

We're shoo-ins at regionals
next week, and we're the favorite
to win at nationals.

Yet I am still so very bored!

Even things I used to think
were hilarious...

Case in point:
Sandbags,

slap yourself
with a chicken cutlet.

Now slap Brittany.

See? Not even a chuckle.

The problem is
you keep trying to make
a bigger and bigger spectacle.

No matter how hard we try,
we can't make a routine work...

unless you find a way
to make it interesting for you.

You have to find a way
to top yourself.

Q, you just may have a point.

But to be sure,
slap yourself
with a chicken cutlet.

Okay. Here we go.

All right. I just want to take a minute
to tell you guys how proud of you I am.

We didn't even have to win this game
to go to championship next week,

but nobody took it off.

And when we take a knee,
we're gonna finish first
in conference...

for the first time
in McKinley history.

- Football is back, bitches!
Yeah!

Maybe we should all
break out into a song
after we win.

- Hey, hey. Shut it, Karofsky.
- No fricking way.

I figure if I stay on you,
you'll run away
like your little butt buddy Hummel.

That's funny, Karofsky,
how you're calling everybody
gay all the time,

but you never
seem to have a girlfriend.

It's okay. It's okay.

I really hope that linebacker
doesn't get the jump on me.

I bet it would hurt like hell
to get sacked by him.

Ready!
Break!

All right.
Slot left on one.

Ready, break!
Break!

Come on, boys. Let's go.

Go, Titans!

- Whoo!
Let's go! Let's do it!

Down! Set!

Whoo!

Hut!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Nice hands.

What a joke.
What the hell happened?

- Finn, you're the captain. Talk!
- Karofsky sucks!
That's what happened!

That's crap.
Hudson's a fricking girl...

and couldn't take a joke
about his precious Glee Club.

Because I'm sick of you guys
getting down on us for it!

We're in Glee Club.
What's the big deal?

It's embarrassing.
We're dudes.

Getting all hot and bothered
about singing a Kesha song.
It's freakin' weird.

Maybe you'll think
it's cooler when I go
all Tik Tok on your face.

Bring it, Puckerman.

Stop that now!
That's enough!

Look. Championship game or not,
I am not blocking for him.

- Get the hell out of here!
- Fine.

- Go!
- Good!

Bunch of babies!

Dear journal, I am in crisis.

Not even the can't-lose combination
of boobs and fire can get me going anymore.

Is it the raccoon hormones
my new doctor gave me? Maybe.

Here I am, 31,
and already a legend.

What do I do as a second act?
I'm simply at a loss.

Last week I even took to
modifying my own flawless form
just to feel something.

Wait. It's "Syvlester," right?

Sue "Syvlester"?

How do I make things
interesting again?

How do I get those
juices flowing?

That's it.

This here is the A950.

You say this could shoot
someone across a football field?

Oh, several football fields...
if you pack in enough explosives.

Of course, that would be
incredibly unsafe.

You see, if you wanted to go
for more than, say, 50 yards,

you're looking at about
a 70% chance
of catastrophic failure.

Which is a 30% chance
of catastrophic success.

- This is the button, right?
- No, no, no! No!

You know, I try to make it
a habit of not touching
carny folk,

but, fella, I'll take it.

Okay.
You got a smaller one?

Well, I'll check stock.

I'm back.

I was going through
my bucket list, and I noticed...

you were the only Glee loser
that I haven't Slusheed yet.

Damn near broke his heart.

Well, what about the moral implications
of abusing a kid in a wheelchair?

I say equal opportunity for all.

This stuff between the jocks
and the Glee Club...

has been going on since
I started running the club.

Maybe.

Just seems like
it's so much worse right now.

I've won division championships
at three different schools.

You have to understand
what winning means to a community.

Grades go up,
the streets are cleaner.

Crime goes down.
It's a sense of pride, of unity,

and this school deserves that.

And you are gonna
get it for us.

I mean, you won almost
every game this year.

Winning conference was easy.

The team we're up against
for championship...

they're much better than us.

If you don't have the talent,
you rely on the chemistry.

They don't have to like
each other, but they have to
respect each other.

This whole thing is just so weird.

I mean, half of your starters
are in my Glee Club.

I just don't know what to do.

Do you trust me?
You're not gonna try
and kiss me again, are ya?

If you trust me,

I think I know a way to get
your team united again.

Really fast.
Four, five, six...

Oh, my God. Artie.

It was awful.

That's it. Screw rehearsal.
This ends here and now.

We're gonna go all Thunderdome
on those guys.

So this is what the ladies' lounge
looks like on the inside.

This is the choir room.
Now put up your fists,

- because you and I
are gonna do some dancing.

- No, I got this, Sam.
- Coach Beiste told us to come.
Where is she?

Watch it.

- Everyone have a seat.
- You too, guys.

All right. New Directions,
let's give a warm welcome
to the newest members of Glee Club.

What?

Oh, hell to the no, Mr. Schue.
Are you serious?

- Hey, hey. Come on.
- Hey.

Mr. Schue, are you serious?
These are the guys
that made Kurt transfer.

And there's no way
that I am sharing the choir room
with a known homophobe.

I don't disagree with you guys,
but I talked to
Coach Beiste about it,

and she and I both agreed
that the kind of bullying that
David does is born out of ignorance.

Having him in here,
as difficult as it may be for us,

is an opportunity to show him
and the rest of the guys...

that being in Glee Club
is kind of cool.

You know,
find some common ground.

All of you are gonna be
in this Glee Club
for one week, no exceptions.

She's bluffing. Next week
is the championship game.
Without us, she has no team.

With you, I have no team.
You guys have gotta find a way
to come together,

or we're gonna get
our asses kicked...

from here until Tuesday
finds a saddlebag
full of buckwheat.

If I have to stay,
I'm not singing no show tunes.

That is the music
of my oppressors.

- Do you even have any idea
what we do in here?
- No. None of them do.

We have to show them.
Rachel, Puck, haven't you guys
been working on something?

- Why don't you give it a whirl?
- Fine.

As offended as I am
by their presence here,

I won't let anything
get in the way of a performance.

Picture-perfect memories

Scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone
'cause I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever
crossed your mind

For me it happens
all the time

It's a quarter after 1:00

I'm all alone
and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call

But I lost all control
and I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without

I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking
at the door

Wishing you'd come sweepin' in
the way you did before

And I wonder
if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens
all the time

It's a quarter after 1:00

I'm all alone
and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call

But I'm a little drunk
and I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without

I just need you now

Whoo!

Whoo!

The girl with the Mohawk
had a really nice voice.

That's funny.
That's good, man.
That's good.

- Hey.

Great first day, right?
Awesome!

Hey.

We used to be best friends.

Before I got your girlfriend
pregnant and then made out with
your other girlfriend.

Right.
Anyways...

I gotta be honest.
I really want to win this game,

and I figure it's the only way
us Glee studs are ever gonna get
any respect around here.

What's your point?
My point is...

that none of that's
gonna happen unless you and I
become allies again.

Like Maverick and Iceman
at the end of Top Gun.

So why'd you sing that duet
with Rachel?

I need you to do
this number with me
to make Finn jealous.

Nothing like that
will ever happen again.

You lead,
and I got your back.

We need to win
this championship
and become legends.

Ladies,

my "Sueclear" weapon.

Becky.

Brittany.

Climb on up.
Congratulations.

You're doing the stunt
for the big competition.

I don't want to die yet.

At least not until
One Tree Hill
gets canceled.

Fine.

To put your toddler-fist
sized mind at rest,

we'll do one final test run.

Any of you take German?

I may have to read
the owner's manual.

Don't worry.
I'll talk to Mr. Schue
and take care of this.

- Sue, what the hell
were you thinking?

You cannot perform
a stunt that dangerous.

Our insurance premium
is through the roof as it is!

Cheerleading is a sport.
There are dangers involved.

It's the same as when
a quarterback is sacked...

or a hockey player is
slammed up against the boards.

Enough, Sue!
There is no excuse for putting
a student's life at risk!

I'm a tastemaker, Will.

I know what an audience wants.
You're not going to
take this away from me.

I need this.

This level of risk
and danger makes me
feel alive again.

But the risk and danger
isn't to you!

- That's the best part!
- Enough.

It's decided. You're not allowed
to fire anyone out of that
cannon without their consent!

Huh.

It's coming out of
your paycheck!
Every penny of it!

Oh, God.
That's a lawsuit.

I'm telling you.
I wish you could have seen it.

It was sort of like that.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sending a message.

Sue Sylvester's done
playing nice.

I just got off the phone
with the Ohio Cheerleading Board,

and they accepted my request
to move my regional to the same night
as your championship game.

Congratulations.
You just lost your halftime show
and the cheerleaders.

Sue!

What the crap
are we gonna do now?

- I got it.

- No fricking way.
- We don't have a choice.

Sue pulled the Cheerios
from the game, so if we don't do it,
there's no halftime show.

- And this is a problem because?
- It's not a problem.
It's an opportunity.

- Opportunity to humiliate ourselves.
- Hey.

The whole point of this week
was to bring you guys together.
To bring the school together.

Wait. So you want us
to play the first half,

change into some
"sequine" ball gowns...

and then go out
and do the halftime show
at our own championship game?

- Yes.
- It's the championship game!

This is a crazy town!
This is crazy!

What about the Cheerios
in Glee Club?

They have a choice.
Us, or the Cheerios competition.

Well, obviously Quinn
is gonna choose the Cheerios.

Well, that's not fair.
You don't know
what she's gonna do.

I think the cheerleading competition
is gonna be a lot of fun,

but if you go, you're gonna
miss out on us doing the most
iconic song of all time,

the Super Bowl
of pop anthems:

- "Thriller."
- Oh!

Yeah!

Yeah, remember a few years ago
when that Philippine prison...

did that mega performance of "Thriller"
and put it on YouTube?

Now, in the four months
it took to rehearse
that number,

prisoner-on-prisoner crime
dropped 80%.

Doing that, together, as a team,

created a unity
within that prison.

And that's what
I'm looking to do here.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
You know, I'm big on Michael
and everything,

but isn't that kind of
what they're
expecting us to do?

Which is why we're gonna
mash it together...

with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs'
equally spooky single
"Heads Will Roll."

- Who's Yeah Yeah Yeah?
- All right.
New Directions, Titans,

we're going to zombie camp.

Five, six, seven, eight!

Time-out, time-out, time-out.

- Back off!
- Hey! Knock it off!

Okay, guys. It's good,
but let's put a little life into it.

- But we're dead.
- Then put some afterlife into it.

So get out of your heads
and get into your characters.
All right?

- Very creative.
I like that.

Five, six, seven, eight.

All right.
Nice progress, guys.

Let's take a breather,
and I'll see you
in the choir room...

in five minutes
for a lesson in zombie makeup.

- Makeup?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
- Hey, Dave.

Talk to you for a sec?

Look. I know I'm bad.
Can you just spare me
so we can get through this?

That's not what
I was gonna say at all.

You're actually really good.

If you took that energy
you used bullying people
and put it into this,

you'd be one of the most
talented guys
in the school.

Just think about it.

Okay.

That's good.

...artist.
Awesome.

Brilliant.
Yeah. Looks like worms.

That's actually decent.

- I need to talk to you.
- Can we not fight
for just one day, man?

It's already hard enough
not to kick you in the nuts
every time I see you.

You think maybe
we should do a warm-up number
or something...

before we do
that big "Thriller" thing
at halftime?

You know, I figure
the only way I'm gonna keep
any street cred around here...

after dancing around
like an idiot in front of the whole school
is if we kick ass at it.

Uh, yeah.

Couldn't agree more.

Zombie camp was funner
than I expected.

And the Glee Club together
with the football team...
it's like a double rainbow.

- A zombie double rainbow.
- What the hell
are we gonna do?

If we go to our
cheerleading competition,

then we miss the halftime show
and we're out of Glee Club.

- I'm torn.
- Well, I'm not.

I'm Brittany.

Couldn't help but overhear
your conversation.

- What were you doing in there?
- Enjoying the eavesdropping
afforded me...

by the Swiss timepiece
regularity...

and utter silence
of my 2:00 p.m. Ninja poops.

Well, I typed these up
for you ladies,

requiring your signature,

tendering your resignation
from the Glee Club.

Oh, and, Brittany,
here's a note for you,

handwritten and in crayon,
from the human cannon,

saying how much it misses you.

Coach, that cannon is
gonna get Brittany killed.
Is that really worth it...

just to win a stupid
national championship?

Seventh consecutive
stupid national championship.

This is ridiculous.
You had quite a year
last year, Q.

And as I recall,
you didn't have such a good time
out of that Cheerios uniform.

Ladies, I am giving you
the chance right now...

to choose once and for all
where your true loyalties lie.

Choose the Cheerios,

or choose the Glee Club!

How the hell
could you do this?

Oh, don't get all up
in my face, Finn.
What were we supposed to do?

Uh, quit Cheerios.
Coach Sylvester is awful
to you guys.

And don't forget who was
there for you the last time
she dumped you on your ass.

Us. Glee Club.

And you don't think
that I feel awful
about that?

You don't need to be
a Cheerio to be cool.
Oh, you are so naive.

- This whole school
is about labels.
- Wow.

I never realized
you were so freaking weak.

- Oh.
- What did you say?

All the Cheerios quit Glee Club.
So why are you yelling
at my girlfriend about it?

I'm yelling at her
because I'm the leader
of this team.

Maybe it's time
for a change at the top.
What's that supposed to mean?

This is kind of hot actually.

It means that maybe the reason
everyone hates us...

is because we need
some new leadership.

Face it.
You've had your feet
in both worlds for a year...

and never been able
to bring them together.

Maybe someone else could.
What? As in maybe you?

As in yes.
Maybe we should
settle this right now.

Bring it.

Brung.

You want some more of that?
You like that, huh?
Really, guys? Really?

Hey, hey! How many fights
do I have to break up
this week?

Now calm down!

And get back to Glee Club.
Come on.

Hope to see you there.

Well, no one told me
about her

The way she lied

Well, no one told me
about her

How many people cried

But it's too late
to say you're sorry

How would I know?
Why should I care?

Please don't bother
trying to find her

She's not there

Well, let me tell you
'bout the way she looked

The way she'd act
and the color of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were
clear and bright

But she's not there

Well, no one told me
about her

What could I do?

Well, no one told me
about her

Though they all knew

But it's too late
to say you're sorry

How would I know?
Why should I care?

Please don't bother
trying to find her

She's not there

Well, let me tell you
'bout the way she looked

The way she'd act
and the color of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were
clear and bright

But she's not there

Yeah!

Yeah!
Whoo!

Okay!

- Guys.
Real good.

Awesome!

Seriously.

All you football players
nailing that Zombies classic
on the first time out.

- I am impressed.

Appropriate outfits.

They represent the death
of your guys's reign
at this school.

How many times do we have to
put you puck-heads
in your place...

before you realize
that football rules the school?

Maybe. But not after you make
dancing fools of yourself
at that halftime show.

You know it, and we know it.
The whole school knows it.

They'll think different
after they see it.
It's gonna be awesome!

Holy crap!
They turned Karofsky gay.

What are you moose knuckles
doing with those Slushees?

Ready for the fireworks?
It's Independence Day.

Ow! My eyes! Burning.

Just relax. It stops
after a couple hours.

No fricking way
I'm letting that happen again.

He's in the first stage
of loserdom: Denial.

No! I am not a loser.

And I don't sing and dance.
I walk tall and carry a big stick!

Dude.

Relax.
This is gonna be fine.

Yeah. Of course it is.
'Cause I'm quitting Glee Club.

No, you're not.
Fact is, covered in ice
and red dye number seven,

you guys look more like a team
than you ever have
out on that field.

- I don't care. I'm out.
- Then you're off the team.

No way.
Yeah.

If we all quit,
you barely have enough guys
to play next week.

- It's the championship game.
You're not gonna throw it away.
- Try me.

Don't do this.

If we stand together,
we do the halftime show,

we can win this game
and be kings in this place.

Good luck with that.

At first we started out real cool

Taking me places
I ain't never been

But now you're getting
comfortable and doing those things
you did no more

You're slowly making me pay for things
your money should be handling

And now you ask
to use my car

Car

Driving all day
and don't fill up the tank

And you have the audacity
to even come and step to me

Ask to hold some money from me
until you get your check next week

You triflin',
good-for-nothin'
type of brother

Silly me
Why haven't I found another?

A baller
When times get hard,
I need someone to help me out

Instead of a scrub like you
who don't know
what a man's about

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?

Do you pay
my "automo-bills"?

If you did,
then maybe we could chill

I don't think you do

So you and me are through

You triflin',
good-for-nothin'
type of brother

Silly me
Why haven't I found another?

A baller
When times get hard,
I need someone to help me out

Instead of a scrub like you
who don't know
what a man's about

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?

Do you pay
my "automo-bills"?
Can you pay my bills?

- If you did,
then maybe we could chill
- I don't think you do, no

- So
- So you and me are through

You triflin',
good-for-nothin'
type of brother

Silly me
Why haven't I found another?

You triflin',
good-for-nothin'
type of brother

Oh, silly me
Why haven't I found another?

Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay
my telephone bills?

Do you pay
my "automo-bills"?

Pay my telephone,
telephone bills

I don't think you do

So you and me are through

Can you pay my bills?

Oh, no
Can you pay
my telephone bills?

Do you pay
my "automo-bills"?
Can you pay my bills?

If you did,
then maybe we could chill

Said I don't think you do
No, no

- So you and me are through
- So you and me are through

Guys, I'd say
we're ready for regionals.

- Medium drip.
- That would be me.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Now, I don't want to sound
cocky or anything,

but you guys better be
pulling out all the stops
for regionals,

because the number
we just rehearsed is so
off the hook, it's dangerous.

Seriously. People should
wear protective head gear
when they're watching it.

- Guys, we're kidding.
- Yeah, well,

it's just hard to laugh
right now with everything
going on at McKinley.

I mean, look at us.
The stars of two rival show choirs
sitting down to coffee?

Our school is so messed up
we can't even keep our own
football team together.

It's so sad, you guys.
Coach Beiste and Mr. Schue
were so close...

to getting everyone
at the school together.

Why hasn't Finn told me
anything about this?
I mean, we live together.

I bring him a glass of warm milk
every night, just in hopes that
we'll have a little lady chat.

- Warm milk? Really?
- It's delicious.

Finn's too proud to complain.
He feels like he has to be
strong for everyone,

but I know it's just
killing him inside.

I hope he realizes
that, you know, if he and I
were still together,

I could make him feel
a lot better, you know.

Let it go, Rachel.

I... I just wish that
there was a way
that we could help. That's all.

Yeah. And the worst part is
how bummed the guys are.

They already suffer enough abuse
just being in Glee. I really
think winning the game...

could have eased
some of the pressure...
at least for a little while.

- Wait. So the whole team quit?
- Everybody not in Glee.

You can't play football
with five guys, and one of them
is in a wheelchair.

Yeah. Coach Beiste
put up a sign-up sheet
for people to join.

I think they'll take anyone
at this point.

Well, the good news is
you actually only need
four more guys.

High school regulations
actually let you play a couple guys
short if you want to.

But if they figure out a way
to make it work,

you can bet that
we'll definitely be there
to cheer them on.

Oh, totally.
Blaine and I love football.

Well, Blaine loves football.
I love scarves.

I cut 30 guys
when we had tryouts
at the beginning of the season.

You're telling me
not one of those guys
wants to play?

It's like crossing
a picket line.
Nobody wants to be a scab.

I guess we should go
break it to 'em.

Why can't we just
let them back on the team
just for this game?

No. We carry
this thing through,

even if it means
having to forfeit the game.

I can't believe this is it.

Maybe it isn't.

We want to join the team.

- "We" who?
- All of us Glee girls.

We want to join
the football team,

and we want to play
in the championship.

Come on, guys.
Stop screwing around.

- It's not cool.
- What's not cool is you guys
not respecting women enough...

to realize
we're perfectly capable
of playing football.

And don't forget
who the state champ
in Greco-Roman wrestling is.

I've got offers from
three different professional
wrestling organizations...

for after I graduate, so...

Rachel, have you actually seen
a tackle football game?
When they tackle you, it hurts.

Yeah, and not in the good
Mellencamp way.

We thought about that,
but the truth is, is that you guys
don't really need us to play.

You just need
enough players out there
to field a regulation team.

So when they snap the ball,
we're just gonna lie down
on the ground.

- We're just gonna lie there.
I'm not.

I'm gonna bring the pain.

I guess they won't get hurt
if you stay down.

Okay, what do your parents
have to say about this?

We all have signed
permission slips from them.

It took some convincing,
but they understood
what it means to all of us.

What do you think, Coach?

I think...

Welcome to
the football team.
Yes!

Yeah!

Football team!
Football team!
High five, teammate!

I just don't want to die.

You don't climb in that cannon,
and that routine will be
all boom-boom and no pow.

And that, Brittany,
is so 2000, and late.

Here's your consent form.

And as you ponder
your decision,

I ask that you remember
that that cannon has two little
baby twin cannons at home...

and one more on the way.

And if you refuse
to sign this,

well, those little baby cannons
might just go hungry.

Baby cannons?

And the mama cannon
has fibromyalgia,
so she can't work.

Do you want us to win,
or don't you?

- How many M's are there
in the letter "R"?
- Make an "X."

It's not too late.

To commit social suicide?
How the hell you gonna
play with five guys, huh?

You have got to be
kidding me.

What the hell
are they doin'?

What you don't have
the balls to do.

Stupid.

Whoo!

I'm excited!
Yeah!

Are you ready for this?

- Let's kick some ass!
- Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo!

Punch and Judy on one.

Ready, break!
Break!

Who's Judy?

All right. Let's go!

Where do I go?
- You go right down here.

What do I do?

Yeah. Like that. Okay.

You're gonna die.

Blue 42! Blue 42!

Down! Set! Hut!

- Damn it!

What's wrong out there?

Is it over?
- What happened?

All right.
How's everyone doing?

Kill me now.
I want to die.

Is anyone else tired
of lying down all the time?
I want to play.

Just don't get ahead
of yourself, okay?
Ready, break!

All right, guys.
Let's go.

Down.

- The blitz! The blitz! Watch!
- Set!

Hut!

- Pick it up!
- Get the ball!

Get the ball! Get the ball!
Come on!

Get it! Get it!

Run! Run! Run! Yeah!

- Go! Run, girl!

Whoo, whoo!
Go! Go! Go, go!

Go.

Tina.

Is she breathing?

Did we win?

Yeah!

- We're still in this.
- Give it up, Finn.

Our only shot at redemption
right now is to kick butt
at the halftime show.

Sam.

Come here.

- I need you to play quarterback
for the rest of the half.
- Okay.

Puck, when the half ends,
you gotta go...

convince Karofsky
and the rest of the guys
to do the halftime show with us.

How the hell am I
supposed to do that?

Figure it out.

You're my wingman, right?

I got tone, Mav.

- Where are you going?
- Can't have a halftime show
without cheerleaders.

I'm gonna die.

It'll be worth it.

Hey!

- What are you doing here?
- Stopping you from going to
Sue's regionals competition.

You guys gotta come
to the game with me.

Haven't you been paying attention?
If we're not Cheerios,
we're nothing.

You think that,
but it's not true.

You joined Cheerios
to be popular,

but you joined Glee Club
because you loved it.

Sue doesn't care about you guys.
She's fine killing Brittany.

Tell me honestly.
If you didn't think
it would hurt your reputation,

which would you choose?

Glee Club.

I know you.

And you don't think you are,
but you're strong enough
to do this.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

- What about you, Santana?
- Screw her.

She put me on the bottom
of the pyramid.

Come on.
We've only got a few minutes.

No time for a foursome, ladies.
Bus leaves in five.

We quit Cheerios.

You can't quit Cheerios.
It's blood in, blood out.

Now get your sweet
little cans on that bus.

But we still quit.

You're my stars.
If you leave,

I have no performance!

Sucks for you.

Looking good
out there, Puck.

You know what?
I don't want to hear it, Karofsky.

I don't want to hear it
from any of you.
You're all a bunch of cowards.

- Coward losers!
- Yeah, you're the only loser
losing this game.

You know, this is it.
This is the moment of our lives.

This is the one we can
actually look back
and tell our children about.

This is our moment
to actually win something.

And you guys are sitting
in the damn stands.

I mean, you're so afraid
of being called geeks...

or losers or gay...

that you settle for being nothing.

Come on. We still have
a whole half to play.

And we can win this, guys.
I know it.

What's the point, man?
Beiste isn't gonna let us play.

She will if you come out
and perform
at the halftime show.

I'm in.

- Me too.
- No way.

Come on, man. I really want to
win this game. It would mean
so much to my dad, man.

Forget it, okay?
Glee Club sucks.

Fine. Karofsky's out. Whatever.

But the rest of you need to
get in your zombie makeup
and hit the field tout de suite.

- Come on. Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

- Off with your head
-

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

- O-Off, off, off with your head

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

O-Off, off, off with your head

It's close to midnight

And something evil's
lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that
almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound
before you make it

Heads will roll

You start to freeze

As horror looks you
right between the eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you
from the beast
about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life
inside a killer, thriller
tonight

Off with your head

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

O-Off, off,
off with your head

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

Darkness falls
across the land

The midnight hour
is close at hand

Creatures crawl
in search of blood

To terrorize
y'all's neighborhood

- Off with your head
- And though you fight
to stay alive

- Dance till you're dead
- Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal
can resist
Heads will roll

- Heads will roll
- The evil of the thriller

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

Girl, I can thrill you more
than any ghost
could ever dare try

- Thriller
- Ooh, ooh

Thriller night

So let me hold you tight

- And share
a killer, thriller
- Ow!

Off with your head

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

O-Off, off,
off with your head

D-Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead

O-Off, off,
off with your head

- Whoo-hoo! Yeah, baby!

Oh! Oh!
Hey. What are you guys
doin' in here?

Oh, we were gonna take
our zombie makeup off
for the second half. It's kind of itchy.

No. Leave it on.
Maybe we'll freak out
the other guys a little bit,

and we need all the help
we can get right now.

- Well, get out there.
- All of us?

Yeah. All of us.

Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Let's go!
- Welcome back, boy.

Get out there.

Yeah.

We're scared.

Defense!

Yeah!

Ready, break!
Let's go, guys! Let's go!

Twenty-two!

Ten, hut, hut!

Defense, get him!

Yes!

Someone bit me!
One of those zombies bit me!

See that?
That's my boy!

Down. Set. Hut one!

Block 59!
Get on 59!

You.

- That was awesome, man.
- Nice block.

Nice throw.
Yeah, man.

- Time-out!

Bring it home!

It was a good run.
We almost had it.

- Hey. This game isn't over.
- There's, like, 10 seconds left.
It's over.

Not if the quarterback
fumbles the snap.

All the way, baby!

Here's what we're gonna do.
Ready, break!

- Break!

Brains.

Brains. Brains.

Brains. Brains.

Brains.

Brains.
Brains.

Brains.

Brains! Brains!

Brains!

Brains! Brains! Brains!

Brains! Brains!

- Brains!
- Brains!

Brains! Brains!

So tell me, Sue.
How are you holding up?

I'm hanging in there.
Thank you.

I know it's painful, but...

can you take me back
to the moment...

when you knew you had lost
what would have been...

a record seventh consecutive
national championship,

landing you this interview
as "Loser of the Year"?

I thought this was
The 10 Most Fascinating...
That's Barbara Walters.

In the voting, you beat out
the following losers:

The economy, Mel Gibson,

the housing market,

Dina Lohan, Wall Street,
Tiger Woods,

the Dallas Cowboys,
Brett Favre's cell phone,

nine percent unemployment...

and Sparky Lohan,

who is Dina Lohan's dog,
and apparently also a loser.

How do you cope with that?
I've been drinking
a lot of bleach.

Do you regret the choice
of attempting to fire a student
out of a cannon?

Other than
attracting headlines...

and launching a national debate
on the safety of athletes,

was it really worth it?

Honestly, I was just
trying to feel something.

And how do you feel
now that...

the remainder of
the annual Cheerios budget...
is going to the Glee Club?

I'm sorry?
Let's take a look.

Whoop. Sorry.

Αfter a little song and dance
to support the arts,

I sat down with
McKinley Glee Club director,
Will Schuester.

I have to say I'm thrilled.
Sue got what was coming to her.

And now we don't have to
hold a bake sale to pay for
the bus to regionals.

Thoughts?

I hate you,
Diane Sawyer.

Hey.
Hey.

Congrats on the M.V. P.
Oh, thanks.

It was a team effort.

So, listen. Uh, there's no way
the Glee Club's gonna
let you join permanently...

until you
clean things up with Kurt.

So, I was thinking maybe
we could go together to Dalton
and apologize to him, if-

Who said I wanted to join
the Glee Club permanently?

I just thought,
after this week, and-and...

the way we won the game,
and the way you came out to dance...
What do you think?

We all dance around together
and win a football game
and everything's gonna change?

Glee Club's gonna be cool
and we're all gonna sing hippie
peace songs every morning?

Maybe. I-I don't know.
It's a start.

No. Dude, it's a finish.

Okay, this is high school.
People's memories
for good stuff...

lasts about as long
as their Facebook status.

We got a chance to really
change things here, dude.

I just won
the conference championship.

I'm on top.

Why would I want to
change things?

Hey.

Hi.

I never got a chance
to thank you...

for helping me
do the right thing.

Ah, you would have
come to it on your own
soon enough.

So how does it feel
being out of the uniform?
Weird.

Did turn
a couple of heads.

You were amazing this week.

On the field and off.

It reminded me
of why I loved you.

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