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(upbeat music)

Walk on over and
show me how you feel

I said walk on over
and show me how you feel

'Cause baby I gotta
know your love for me

Come on over and
shake it, shake it

Come on over and
shake it, shake it

Come on over and
shake it, shake it

Come on over and
shake it, shake it

Come on over and
shake it next to me

You know you steal my
heart whenever you walkin' by

I said you steal my heart

Whenever you walkin' by

Now baby, I'm in love
and you know I wouldn't lie

- I'm telling you,

Chuck says he's found a flaw
in the Fibonacci Sequence

and that if we link
up, we can disprove it.

- He started on that
when he was trying

to disprove the golden ratio.

It can't be done.

1.6 is the magic number and
that's all there is to it.

- Yeah, but if we could just--

- I have been looking
for you guys everywhere.

- I gotta go.

- Me too.

- Wait!

? Shake it, shake it

? Come on over and
shake it next to me

? Oh, yeah

Hi.

I'm new in this school, and
I'm really good at math,

and I thought I could
join your computer club.

- We're full up.

- Chuck, every one of your
calculations comes back to 1.6.

You're on drugs if you think

you're gonna destroy
the Fibonacci Sequence.

- Hey guys!

You know, I'm
really good at trig,

and I have a Macintosh
2 with extended memory,

so why don't you guys
let me hang out with you?

- That's why.

- What are you guys doing
hanging around with this pimple?

- Nothing.

Nothing Billy.

- Do you know why you
are such a pimple?

Because you don't
get enough milk.

? Come on over and
shake it next to me

? Oh yeah

(calm music)

? We never thought about
the place where we belong

? Don't have to stand alone

? Never let you fall

? Don't need permission
to decide what you believe

? I say jump, down
on Jump Street

? I say jump, down
on Jump Street

? Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall

? You'll find you need us 'cause
there's no one else to call

? And if it's hopeless, a
decision's what you need

? You better be ready
to, be ready to jump

? 21 Jump Street

(light upbeat music)

(background chatter)

- Whoa, and peach cobbler?

Yeah, well, I'll definitely
be there, yeah, around 8:00.

All right.

Penhall, where have you been?

Harry said you didn't
come home last night,

and you didn't report
to work this morning.

- Cut school.

- You cut school?

This is not eighth
grade Penhall,

what do you mean you cut school?

- Okay, give it to me
Captain, lay it on real thick.

- You wanna talk about this?

- You know them kids I've been
trying to get in tight with?

The ones that break
into the school computer

and change all the grades?

- Yep, I remember
the case, Penhall.

- There is this bully,
and he is picking on me.

- Bully?

- Yeah, and I'm stuck
in this Clark Kent cover

and I can't do nothing about it.

When he bullies me real bad,

other kids won't have
nothing to do with me,

and I just wanna waste this guy.

- You can't waste him
Penhall, he's a kid.

- He's a large bully.

That's a different species.

- I don't believe
I'm hearing this.

I mean, I've sent a lot of cops
on some strange assignments,

but nobody's ever
come crying to me

that he's being
picked on by a bully.

- This guy, he's just like a kid

who use to pick on me in school.

Didn't you have
anybody in your school

used to make your
life a living hell?

- Yeah.

- Doesn't it still
make you so crazy

you could rip his lungs
out through his nose?

- No.

- No?

Come on, Captain.

- You may not realize
this, Penhall,

but I wasn't always
a sharp dresser.

I mean, I was 13
years old, you know,

and I use to walk
to school every day

along the Vision Street.

Anyway, the bane of my existence

called himself the
leader of the pack,

and he had two goals in life:

sing doo wop on
American Bandstand,

and make my life miserable.

? Skip the crazy beat.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Check it out, check it out.

(group laughs)

- Man, where'd you
get those threads.

- Leave me alone, Leon.

I don't wanna be
late for school.

- Hey, if I left
the house like that,

I wouldn't even
show up at school.

(group laughs)

You wear white socks,
with brown shoes,

and brown pants, man.

Don't you feel degraded?

Tell you what we
gonna do for you, Q.

We gonna teach you
how to dress cool.

First thing, you gotta
lose the white socks.

- Man, it's 20 degrees out here.

- Hey, it ain't easy being cool.

We're giving you a choice.

You can lose the socks, or
lose the pants and shoes.

- [Captain] Frozen
ankles, courtesy of

Leon Lawrence Fuller.

- [Penhall] Fuller.

Fuller?

- [Captain] Yeah,
he was my cousin.

- [Penhall] You were
bullied by your cousin?

- Now that's better man.

- No offense, Captain,
but that's nothing

compared to what I
had to go through.

- Oh no, no, no, wait, wait.

It gets better.

See, if I didn't go
under the L-tracks

and cut across Vision Street,

I had to go 20 minutes
out of the way.

So as I said, this was
the only way to school.

- Hey, Q.

- What you want, Leon?

- Come here for a minute.

Okay.

Here's your choice.

You can go over to Murray's

and steal yourself
some new threads,

or you can sing all
three of the Shirelles.

- No problem.

- Nude.

- Nude?

- [Group] Nude!

- Okay, Q.

You get yourself
some khaki chinos

with the buckle in the back,

some all-star high
tops, an alligator belt,

and a couple of
shark skin suits.

- Oh, yeah, and some ties.

- Yeah, yeah, and some ties.

Look, no paisley.

You'll be looking
razor sharp, Q.

- Wait a minute.

Now, how am I
gonna get all that?

- It's simple.

You take it into
the changing room

and put them under your clothes.

You got it?

- I really don't think
this is a good idea.

- Hey, who asked your opinion?

Anybody ask his opinion.
- Didn't ask my opinion, man.

- Not mine.
- No, no, no.

- I don't think so.

Go.

(suspenseful music)

- [Captain] Anyway, I didn't
think I looked too conspicuous.

Besides, if I could just
make it to the front door,

I was home free.

- [Penhall] You were
a shoplifter, Captain?

- [Captain] It was either that,

or I'd be singing the Shirelles

wearing nothing
but my song book.

- [Policeman] Hold it, son.

- [Captain] Oh, I
was busted, man.

He had me dead bang.

- Take your clothes off.

- So that's what made
you become a cop?

- Nope, that's what
made me a sharp dresser.

(laughter)

- Unh! Still got it.

- Russell D. Pasquale.

Russell D. Pasquale, that
was my bully in high school.

This guy made my life miserable.

Towered over me,
he was really tall.

- How'd you get rid of the guy?

- It wasn't easy.

Russell was the kind
of guy that never

had to lift a finger
to intimidate you.

I had a pretty good
operation going.

One stop shopping kind of thing.

Liquor, concert tickets,
sporting events.

- Yo, Sal, give me 10
bucks on the raiders.

- You gotta lay six points.

- Six points?

It's only five in the paper.

- Go bet with the paper.

- Okay, okay, six points.

- [Captain] You a bookie?

- [Sal] I preferred sports
investment counselor.

(bell ringing)

(jazz music)

Anyway, things
were perfect until

Russell D. Pasquale
came into my life.

- [Captain] Russell
Deepa Squall?

- [Sal] No, Russel D. Pasquale.

He used a middle initial.

He wasn't very bright.

He was the only
guy in high school

that was too old to be drafted.

I think Russell used to
get left back on purpose

so he could hang out with
his girlfriend, Sheila,

another brain trust.

She thought he was the
greatest guy in the world,

and he would do just
about anything for her.

- Hey, give me $25 on
the Monday night game.

- I just closed up, pal.

All right, 25 bucks.

- What, you got a
problem with that?

- No, I can handle it.

You forgot to fill in the team.

- Yeah, you fill it
in, after the game.

- Oh, Russell, that's
such a great idea.

- He pulled this
a couple of times,

and then he decided
to get clever.

- You know, I think
I'm going to start

betting some college games.

I want you to give me $20
on Atlantic City College.

- There is no
Atlantic City College.

- Oh, no?

Well, I say there is.

- Who are they playing?

- Bayonne.

- How will I know the score?

- I'll let you know.

- [Sal] This went on for weeks.

Needless to say, the mythical
Atlantic City College

went on to an unbelievable
winning streak,

dismantling a string of
nonexistent Division 3 teams.

I was going broke, guys,

and there was nothing
I could do about it.

- So, this Atlantic
City College,

they're really good
at football, huh?

- Yeah, I think they may
go undefeated this season.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

- Yeah, Russell's so smart.

- Honest.

- You know he'd do
anything for me.

- That I can believe.

- Well, you know,
I'm thinking maybe

I should go to this
Atlantic City College.

Don't tell Russell, but I'm
going to graduate this year.

- I think that would be the
perfect place for you to go.

- Really?

Is it nice?

- Oh, very nice.

I understand they even hold
classes on the boardwalk.

- Wow, thanks!

- [Captain] It sounds
like you were the victim

of an illegal shakedown
of an illegal operation.

- That's exactly what it was.

Finally, I realized
there was only one way

to handle this situation.

Uncle Tony.

Uncle Tony was a
very important man.

He ran a pizza parlor.

He wanted to know
what was so important

that we had to
meet in the alley.

I told him about my
little operation,

and about Russell D. Pasquale.

Now, came the hard part.

See, I knew Uncle
Tony was connected.

I asked him if he'd have
Russell D. Pasquale bumped off.

Needless to say, the idea
didn't go over too well.

Uncle Tony explained
to me that they weren't

in the business of
knocking off 10th graders.

He told me I had to learn how
to handle my own problems,

and that I shouldn't
come to a relative

with a violent solution.

So I started to leave,
and he stopped me.

I don't know, I guess
he felt sorry for me,

or maybe he'd been in the
same type of situation

when he was a kid.

But he did say there
was a solution.

Atlantic City
College had to lose.

He said he had a
customer who knew a guy

who had a cousin whose
brother he thought could help.

So now the timing was perfect.

It was the last
week of the season,

and Russell had
decided to bet it all

on Atlantic City College
over their arch rival

Hackensack State.

He had bet $250.

- Two hundred and
fifty big ones.

- We're going to use the
money to take a trip.

- Maybe you ought to postpone.

- What are you talking about?

- Didn't you hear?

Atlantic City College
lost 24 to 10.

- That's a shame.

- That's impossible.

- It's right here in the paper.

- [Sal] Newspapers are
swamped on Saturday nights.

People calling in ball scores
from all over the state.

College scores,
high school results.

Just another line of
type that nobody checked.

- I don't know how you did this.

- Did what?

- Nothing.

- Hey, Rusty, I'm sorry
about the 250 clams,

but I guess that makes us
about even for the season.

- Can we still take
a ride down there?

I was going to save
it as a surprise,

but I think I want to go
to Atlantic City College

after I graduate.

- What?

- Please.

- Sounds like fun, Russell.

- You're going to pay
for this, Banducci.

- The season's over.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, then I guess
it's a good thing

that they got invited
to the Tomato Bowl.

- The Tomato Bowl.

- They're seven over Hoboken.

- Look, Captain,
all I'm saying is,

getting a fashion lesson
from your relative

is like no big deal.

Sal getting shaken down
from a fellow criminal

is like justice.

These are not things
that are going to

scar you for the
rest of your life.

- They could.

- What do you know, huh?

Sweet thing like you probably
never got hassled by anyone.

(laughter)

- How'd you like to
get smacked in the face

every day of your life.

- Is that a threat
or part of a story?

- That's what happened
to me back in 4th grade.

- Every day?

- Every day.

Every day at recess.

- I just don't see how
anyone could possibly

kick himself in the nose.

Sounds like a first to me.

Would you mind telling me
how you managed such a thing?

- By accident.

- Hmmm, this will
sting a little.

- [Hanson] Like I didn't
know by then, right?

- Thomas, I just don't know
what we're going to do with you.

Yesterday, you tripped
over your lunch box.

Monday, you whack your
chin on the lockers,

and today you managed to
kick yourself in the nose.

- Just not my week.

- I should say.

Have you ever considered
wearing glasses?

- [Hanson] My dad tried
to give me boxing lessons,

and he told me,
"Just drop the guy."

There was this one tiny
detail he didn't really know.

(ominous music)

- Looking for this.

- [Hanson] Maureen Maroney.

- Not much of a player,
are you, shorty?

- How could anyone catch
their head in a drawer?

- [Penhall] No wonder
you couldn't fight back.

- [Hanson] Yeah, I know.

She could have killed me.

But it gets worse.

That was the year
that my mom decided

I should take dancing lessons.

- [Sal] Ha! Oh ho!

- Can you see that.

- [Hanson] Figures
I'm going to be

the next Fred
Astair or something.

- Thomas, come on,
join the others.

We're about to rumba.

- And guess who else
is learning to rumba.

- [Penhall] Maureen
the Miserable.

- [Hanson] Armed with a
deadly pair of tap shoes.

- Kind of light on
your feet, ain't ya?

- [Hanson] So my dancing
career is going nowhere,

and recess is even worse.

- Don't you feel like playing?

- I think I'm safer here.

- Tom, I've been
watching out my window

the last couple of days.

I've seen the way Maureen's
been treating you.

- Oh, great.

- Do you think there's
any special reason

why she's been picking on you?

- She knows I won't hit her.

- I think it's
because she likes you.

- Gross!

- Maybe socking
you is the only way

she can get your attention.

You could try talking
to her, you know.

She's in your dance
class, isn't she?

- Yeah.

- Maybe you could invite
her to the cotillion.

What have you got to lose?

- [Hanson] So now
I'm really mixed up.

I mean, could this
lady be right?

Well, I began shooting little
glances over at Maureen,

and sure enough,
she's watching me.

But you know, I'm getting
mixed signals here.

Finally, I decided
to take the plunge.

I mean, what's the worst thing
that could happen, right?

- Hiya, runt, where
you been hiding?

- Listen, Maureen, I
know why you've been

picking on me so much,

and I'm glad that you like me.

I thought maybe this
weekend you might want to be

my partner at the cotillion.

- You want me to be your
partner at the cotillion?

Gee, I don't know what
else I can say except,

forget it!

(crashing)

- [Hanson] So now comes the
night of the big cotillion.

The place is packed
with parents.

All I can think of is how
to keep away from Maureen,

because I know she's going
to try and mess me up.

All of a sudden I see her come,

and she's got this
twisted grin on her face.

(waltz music)

- Your offer is
accepted with pleasure.

- [Hanson] Before I
know what hits me,

she takes me in her arms, and
we're out on the dance floor.

- [Penhall] Did she
try to trip you?

- [Hanson] No.

- [Ioki] Socked you in the jaw.

- [Hanson] No.

- [Hoffs] She pushed you
into the punch bowl, right?

- [Hanson] Not exactly.

- [Hoffs] So, what happened?

- [Hanson] Well, you
know, we kept dancing.

After a while she let me lead.

- [Hoffs] Then?

- [Hanson] Then I
found myself thinking,

"Well, this ain't so bad."

So I thought, "What the hell.

"I'm going to go for it."

- [Hoffs] And?

- [Hanson] She wasn't ready.

- The first of many feisty
women in your life, Hanson.

- I got one, I got one.

- You had a bully problem?

- Yeah, I had a bully problem.

I was about 10 years old.

I was your basic loner
type, kept to myself.

But there was this
lunch money goon,

and now it was my turn.

- Okay, punk, give
me your lunch money.

- [Penhall] That's it?

- That wasn't much
of a bully story.

- He wasn't much of a bully.

Never said it was a big problem.

- Macho man.

- Those are all
really nice stories.

But they're nothing!

You want to hear about bullies?

I'll tell you about bullies.

After my parents died,

I moved to a new town
with my aunt and uncle.

At this school there was
this one particular kid

named Jack Archer.

That's a name I'll never forget.

I don't know, there
was something about me

this kid just didn't like.

- Will you quit it?

- [Penhall] I think he
said it was my face.

I was always trying
to dodge this guy.

- Hey, pen pal.

I'm talking to you, pen pal.

- What do you want, Jack?

- What's my name?

- Jack.

Mr. Jack.

- So what have we got today?

Your mom makes crummy tuna.

See you later, pen pal.

- [Penhall] Finally,
I had to ask my aunt

to pack me two lunches,
one for me to eat,

and one for Jack to
shove in my face.

- Doug, that's awful.

- I was just glad she never
packed me any walnuts.

Things were really getting
bad for me, you know.

He'd knock the books
out of my hands

just so he could watch
me pick them up again,

and then knock them out again.

It got so bad that
I'd eventually just

throw my books
down on the ground,

save him the trouble.

It was around this
time that we had

what they call a science fair,

and I wanted to win
this thing so bad.

So I make this incredible
model out of toothpicks.

- [Captain] Out of toothpicks?

- [Penhall] Well, what'd
you want me to do?

Weld something together?

Anyway, all I can think about

is how I'm going to get to class

without bumping into Jack.

(spy music)

Twenty-five feet from glory.

- Hey, pen pal.

- Get away from it, Jack.

- What is that?

- Jack, get out of
here, I mean it.

- I'm not going to
do nothing to it.

What's it supposed to be?

- Apollo 15.

- A rocket, huh?

What do you say we
fire this baby up?

- Jack, get out of here.

Leave me alone.

- Why'd you do that, jerk?

I wasn't going to
do nothing to it.

By the way, you got a toothpick?

- [Penhall] Now who
would ever give a lighter

to a psychopath like that?

- Uncle Nick?

- Hmmm?

- Could we talk about something?

- Sure, but it depends.

Is it something that's
going to give me

happiness, sadness,
gladness, or heartburn?

What?

- No, it's--

It's not a heartburn
type question.

- Shoot.

- I wish we never
moved to this town.

- What are you talking about?

This is a beautiful town.

It's got trees, that
park, good schools.

- The kids at school
are all creeps.

- That Archer boy, still?

Did you tell your teacher?

- Uncle Nick?

- What?

- I may be a wimp,
but I'm no snitch.

- Okay, don't be a snitch.

But let me tell you
something about bullies.

Underneath they're cowards.

They're scared, just
like the rest of us.

We're all scared.

But if you face up to
them, they will back down.

But you have got to
stand your ground.

You got to.

- You didn't fall
for that, did you?

- Oh, God, I can't look.

(bell ringing)

- Hey, pen pal, look.

My shoe is untied.

- Tie it yourself, bean brain.

- What did you say?

- You heard me, dipstick.

I told you to back off.

I'm standing my ground.

I'm warning you.

(laughter)

- [Hanson] And
that's what happened?

- Yeah, that's what happened.

Except I did learn one
very important lesson.

Don't believe
everything you hear.

- Why do parents always give
their kids such bad advice.

- I think it's because
they want their children

to get right what
they never could.

- Penhall, I don't see
why your bully story

is any more horrible
than anybody else's.

- That's just the beginning.

This guy, Jack, terrorized
me for five more years.

Somehow he always managed
to end up in my class.

Five years of tacks on my seat.

Five years of
booby-trapped lockers.

Five years of wedgies.

- [Hoffs] What's a weggie?

- [Penhall] Hanson, tell her.

- [Hanson] I'll show you later.

- [Hoffs] Show me now.

Oh! Hanson!

- [Hanson] Well, you asked.

- [Ioki] So why'd you
put up with this guy?

- [Penhall] Fear,
intimidation, pain.

- Ow!

- Is there a problem?

- No, no problem.

- [Penhall] But there was
a problem, Carol Martin.

This girl, I mean,
she looked like

she came out of a shampoo ad.

She had beautiful eyes,
gorgeous lips, and--

- [Hoffs] We know
the rest, Doug.

- [Penhall] Right, she had
all that kind of stuff. too.

I'd adored this girl.

I wanted to ask her
out to the prom so bad.

But all she knew about me was,

I was Jack's personal
punching bag.

Besides, she was way
too perfect for me.

- Oh, sorry, I thought
you were somebody else.

- Yeah, I thought you
were somebody else, too.

- Um, here, let's
get you dried off.

Doug, I was wondering.

Are you doing anything
this Saturday night?

- Uh, this Saturday night.

Well, let's see.

No, no, I don't think
I am, uh uh, no.

- I know this kind of
might sound backwards,

but do you want
to go to the prom?

- Uh.

- Is that a yes?

Okay, then, good.

Well, listen, I'm late, so I'll
talk to you at lunch, okay?

- Finally, a reason to
believe that the world

wasn't set up to torture
a 16-year-old kid

named Doug Penhall.

(disco music)

The big night comes, right?

I buy the finest
tuxedo money can rent.

(disco music)

My uncle, he loans me this
cherry '57 convertible Cadillac.

He never let anyone
drive that car.

- I'm going now, Uncle Mike.

- Oh, my goodness.

Now listen, if anything
happens to the car

you call me immediately,
you understand?

- I will, I will.

- Now you have a
jack in the trunk.

- And a flashlight in
the glove compartment.

- Exactly.

- So, I look all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

Your garage door is open.

I'm surprised you
didn't feel the breeze.

All right, listen,
have a good time.

- She's not that kind of girl.

- I mean, you know, I
mean be a gentleman.

That's what I'm talking about.

Just drive carefully,
please, all right?

- I will.

- Did I ever tell
you about the time,

my prom night, with
the furry bone.

- Yeah, you told me that story.

That's a good story.

But I, it's late,
I've got to go.

- Okay, no sweat.

Listen, the girl,
what's her name?

- Carol.

- Carol, is she pretty?

- She's the most beautiful
girl I've ever seen.

- I'm so happy.

So long.

Just a minute.

I want to take a picture.

I want to remember this
moment for posterity.

I never saw you with a tie.

Get over here, come here.

Your hair is combed.

Get over here, I
want to see this.

I want to tell you, I want
to tell you something.

I'm very proud of you.

Stand there, look at me.

Perfect.

- [Penhall] All right, so
picture this scene, okay.

I'm cruising real slow in my
uncle's cherry red Cadillac.

Got Carol Martin at my side.

Just going real
slow so everybody'd

get a real good peak, right?

I'm showboating, so what?

I wish you guys could have seen

the look on the
other dude's faces.

There wasn't a thing in
the world that could have

spoiled my evening, except one.

- Well, hey, hey, hey.

What do we have here?

Rad looking wheels, pen pal.

Is it yours?

- Yeah, well, it's my uncle's.

- Nice.

Hello, sweetheart.

- What are you doing?

- Hey, this thing get FM?

- Archie, get out!

- Shut up.

- [Crowd] Whoa!

- I kind of like this
car. (horn honking)

You want to sell it?

- Come on, man,
I've got to park it.

- Well, why didn't you say so?

Let me park it.

- Jack, no, no, no, no.

Jack, turn it off.

I mean it, man.

Archer!

(crashing)

- I swore after that
night that I would die

before I'd let anybody
step on me again.

- So what happened?

- Nothing.

- You never got the guy?

Why didn't you go over to
his house with a tire iron

and crack his head open?

- Never got the chance.

Jack Archer moved away.

After high school I went
to the police academy.

My uncle, eventually
he forgave me,

but I never forgave myself.

- There is no justice.

- Got to make your own justice.

(slow jazz music)

- Douglas!

What? What happened?

Come in.

What is it?

- Oh, are you going
to have one of those?

I think I recognize those.

- From?

- From Christmas.

- They were in the freezer.

- Uh, sure they were.

- Ah, it's good
to see your face.

- Did you call the guy?

Did you find out where he lives?

- Yeah, I got it.

It's about 45 minutes away.

- Thanks, Uncle Nick.

- That happened eight years ago.

Why don't you forget about it?

- I can't forget it.

- Of course, you can forget it.

- I can't forget it
till there's justice.

- Justice, what are you
talking about justice.

It's too late now.

You're a grown man.

- It just hurts too much.

- It hurts if you let it.

(solemn music)

Leave it behind, Douglas.

- Thanks.

(solemn music)

(knocking)

(coughing)

- Yeah?

- You Jack Archer?

- Who wants to know?

- [Woman] If that's one
of your low-life pals,

tell him you ain't
going out tonight.

- Shut the hell
up, you stupid cow.

(coughing)

What do you want.

- Nothing.

- [Woman] Get back in here
and help me with this,

you lazy bum!

- Maybe I don't want to
help you, you fat pig.

(light upbeat music)

- The vice principal's PC is
not online with the main frame.

- Hey, guys, I really hate to
keep bugging you like this,

but I'm writing a program
and it keeps dumping on me,

and I really need
some help here.

- You guys ain't going to
let this pimple join you.

- Uh uh, no way.

- Why do you keep picking on me?

- Well, one, you're a pimple.

Two, you're clumsy.

And three, you are so stickable.

- You know, you really
ought to be nicer,

because one day,
you're going to shrink,

and you're going to
lose all your hair,

and you might even wind
up married to a cow.

You got that?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- Oh, thank you.

- How did you do that?

- Oh, well, psychology really.

You see, I made him believe
that I was crushing his hand.

- Have you seen the
inside of our club?

You'll love it.

We can do anything here.

- We run this school.

(light music)

(upbeat music)

(fanfare)