Edge (Script)

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Script
Pre-intro scene, in JAMES' office.

JAMES: Danny, Danny, Danny...

DANNY: Congratulations, sir, you know my name.

JAMES: Hey, this is serious. You could be suspended. You set a fire, on campus. You put everyone in danger. Including yourself!

DANNY: It wasn't that big of a deal. Or that big of a fire. No one was in danger.

HE leans HIS head on HIS bandaged hand, and hisses in pain.

JAMES: You sure about that? If it was so safe, how did you burn your hand so badly?

DANNY: It's not that bad. I just got a little reckless, I guess.

JAMES: A little?

DANNY: Yeah, I've done worse.

JAMES: I know, I've been your guidance counselor since the start of the year. I've been witness to it. The rest, your father told me.

DANNY: And you believe him?

JAMES: Well, forgive me, Danny, but I trust the principal more than his 15 year old son.

DANNY: Of course you do. I really thought you cared, for a little bit, sir.

JAMES: I do care. I want to help you. But, you really don't make it easy on me, bud.

DANNY: You need me to make your job easy?

JAMES: Well, I don't need you to make it harder.

DANNY: Then, stop trying to help me.

JAMES: You know I can't do that. You need help, Danny.

DANNY: Yeah, I'm such a psycho.

JAMES: No you're not. I hate that word. Look, just... Get a hobby.

DANNY: Arson IS my hobby.

JAMES: Then, get a better one.

DANNY: What do you suggest? Knife throwing?

JAMES: God, no. Better doesn't mean 'more dangerous'.

DANNY: We have different definitions. What do you actually suggest?

JAMES: Join the Glee Club! They're still looking for members.

DANNY: Join Dad's beloved club?

JAMES: Yeah!

DANNY: No. God, no.

JAMES: Please?

DANNY: I said no. Can I leave?

JAMES: I guess I can't stop you. Stay safe, okay?

DANNY: I might.

JAMES: And, think about it.

'''HE holds a Glee Club flyer out to DANNY. After a moment's hesitation, DANNY snatches it from HIS hand, and leaves. HE contemplates throwing the flyer in the trash, but reconsiders, shoving it deep into HIS bag.''' '''Scene 1, in the club room. DANNY stands in the doorway, watching the club, unimpressed.'''

NEW DIRECTIONS: And you can't stop

The motion of the ocean

Or the rain from above

You can try to stop the paradise

We're dreaming of

But you cannot stop the rhythm

Of two hearts in love to stay

 'Cause you can't stop the beat

You can't stop the beat!

You can't stop the beat!

You can't stop the beat!

You can't stop the beat!

'''BETH applauds, as SHE moves to sit on the piano. The club groan, and go back to their seats. DANNY walks away.'''

BETH: What's the problem, guys? That was great!

The club give a non-commital response.

JUDE: Alright, if none of you are gonna say it, I will. So far, everything we've done has been happy, bouncy musical theatre bullshit. Always led by you, or Quentin. We want something different.

BETH: Do all of you think that?

The club are silent, for a moment.

OPHELIA: Well, yeah.

TOBIAS: Little bit?

RICKY: Sorry, Beth.

BETH: Oh, betrayed by my own club!

QUENTIN: It's alright, babe.

LIAM: Uh, for the record, I like the musical theatre stuff.

OPHELIA: Of course you do.

QUENTIN: Then, what do the rest of you want?

MAGS: Different leads.

JUDE: Some edge.

The club agree.

SEPTEMBER: Yeah, I'd love some edge. But, if we keep doing musical theatre, then... I have a song planned.

BETH: What song?

SEPTEMBER: Corner of the Sky.

MAGS: Isn't that a guy's song?

'''OPHELIA and MAGS laugh. OPHELIA kicks TOBIAS, subtly, and HE reluctantly does the same.'''

SEPTEMBER: Yeah, it is. What I want is to break tradition. Break the status quo. Tradition can go die in a fire pit. You got a problem with that?

LIAM: Yeah, kinda.

SEPTEMBER: You?

LIAM: I'm really sorry, but, Pippin was made to be male role. That's just the way things are.

SEPTEMBER: Things that are made to be a certain way can change.

LIAM: No, they can't.

SEPTEMBER: They can.

LIAM: But, why do they have to?!

IVAN: Liam... Take it easy. It's okay.

LIAM: No it's not. How can you say that?

MAGS: Yeah, it's stupid, but it's really not that big of a deal.

LIAM: Jesus Christ, you don't get it!

SEPTEMBER: Then, why don't you explain?

LIAM: It's complicated. I'm sorry, really, I am. But...

SEPTEMBER: You don't think I can play a guy.

LIAM: It's... It's not you. Really!

SEPTEMBER: Then, what is it?

LIAM: It's just wrong!

Silence falls.

SEPTEMBER: I'm sorry you feel that way.

RICKY: Uh, I don't really get what's going on, but, I don't really wanna play a girl. I can't go that high.

JUDE: You're not gonna have to, man.

RICKY: Oh, okay. Thank god.

SEPTEMBER: Forget I said anything.

SHE sits back down, defeatedly.

JUDE watches HER, conflicted, before standing up, and walking to the front of the room.

JUDE: I think Puckerman should do it. There's no rules to stop her, right?

SHAWN: Uh... Beth?

BETH: None at all. I think it's great!

LIAM draws HIS knees up to HIS chest, and plays with the cable of HIS headphones.

DAMIEN: [Softly] You okay?

LIAM shakes HIS head.

JUDE: Puckerman, if you wanna play a guy, then do it. It sounds kinda hot.

SEPTEMBER: You particularly into guys?

JUDE: Not at all. But, girls playing guys? Remains to be seen.

'''DAMIEN wraps an arm around LIAM. LIAM flinches away, as if HE's been burned.'''

DAMIEN: [Whispered] Want me to stop?

'''LIAM slowly relaxes, and shakes HIS head again. AUBRI watches them both, closely.'''

MAGS: Why would you WANT to play a guy? What are you, a lesbian?

SEPTEMBER: What? No. But, what's so bad about lesbians? They're chill.

VALERIE shifts in HER seat, clearing HER throat, uncomfortably.

SEPTEMBER: Alright, Catholic, calm down, we're done talking about lesbians.

VALERIE: Okay, g--

MAGS: Lesbians.

VALERIE: Oh, Jesus Christ!

SHE quickly crosses HERSELF, looking to the heavens.

SEPTEMBER: So, can I do the song?

SHAWN: We can't stop you, if you want to do it.

SEPTEMBER grins, and BLUE gives HER a thumbs up.

BLUE: [Whispered] Could have gone worse.

SEPTEMBER: I guess.

BLUE subtly kicks LIAM's seat, but SEPTEMBER stops HIM with a glare.

BLUE: Why not?

SEPTEMBER: Just don't, okay? You're not an asshole.

BLUE: Well, he is.

SEPTEMBER: I don't think so... Scene 2, after rehearsals, QUENTIN walks past the practice rooms, yet again.

LOGAN: [Offscreen] All these years of this cruel joke

The best harvest going up in smoke

Praying for a future from these silent stony shelves

How much more of this must we take

This is the morning we finally make a future for ourselves!

Is it God's will or have we all been conned

Brother we will never know

We will never grow

If we never go

Beyond

I never made this world, I didn't even lose it

And I know no one said it was fair

But they had a garden once

They had the chance to choose it

They gave it away including my share

And now we're lost in wilderness

Lost, crying in the wilderness

And if anyone's watching it seems they couldn't care less

We're lost wilderness

You follow all the rules

You swallow all the stories

And every night you wish on a star

Dreaming your day will come, trusting in allegories

And every morning boy look where you are

Lost in the Wilderness

Lost, slowly dying in the wilderness

With no chance of living boy, until you confess

You're lost in the wilderness

Don't you ever watch the eagle fly to the sun

And wonder how he got to be so free

If you ever have you know your journey's begun

Hey what've we got to lose boy, when already we are

Lost in the wilderness

And where we are headed boy, I couldn't guess but

Off we go without a warning

Running as we hit the ground

Where our future lies a-borning

Where our hearts are outward bound

Till one bright and distant morning

We may stop and look around

And there in the wilderness

Finally we'll be found!

QUENTIN rushes into the practice room.

QUENTIN: Logan!

LOGAN falls off HIS chair.

LOGAN: Jesus, Quentin, you've gotta stop doing that! What's next, climbing through the window?

QUENTIN: We'll see. I didn't know you could sing like that! Why didn't you tell us that? You should sing in front of the club!

LOGAN: See, that's why I didn't tell you that. I'm perfectly happy in the background.

QUENTIN: Are you sure? I mean, the male lead spot in the next number is completely open, and they'd rather have you than me.

LOGAN: That sounds like my worst nightmare.

QUENTIN: C'mon, everyone loves an underdog story.

LOGAN: I'm not an underdog story. I'm a human. And, besides, you're an underdog too.

QUENTIN: Nah, I'm just really queer.

LOGAN: Exactly! You have your own trials.

QUENTIN: No, you know what I have? Three Cheerio friends, and sex twice a week.

LOGAN: You serious?

QUENTIN: Twice a week is the minimum.

LOGAN: How did you do that?

QUENTIN: By putting myself out there! In every way possible. But, you won't have to learn to pole dance, because you know what you have?

LOGAN: What's that?

QUENTIN: Me, babe.

LOGAN: Quentin, you're sweet and all, but that's not what I'm into.

QUENTIN: No, no, that's not what I'm going for. You have my help, and you have the Glee Club. The perfect opportunity to put yourself out there, and get popular! You can have all the things I promised you, to get you to join, but you have to meet me halfway here. I'm not a magical, miracle-working fairy, I'm just a pansexual theatre kid. I get CALLED a fairy, but, not in a complimentary way.

LOGAN: You? Aren't you popular?

QUENTIN: Yeah. The jocks do it, when they think I'm not listening. Then Beth hands their asses to them on a plate.

LOGAN: I'd love to see that.

QUENTIN: You probably will, it happens quite a lot.

LOGAN: Damn, that sucks for you, man...

QUENTIN: Little bit, yeah.

LOGAN: So, uh... You want me to put myself out there? How? And, no, I won't pole dance, or hand out business cards.

QUENTIN: No, that's Plan B. First things first, you gotta show the club how great you really are!

LOGAN: No, no, nope, not gonna happen. I'd embarrass myself in front of the hot girls. That's not gonna help anything.

QUENTIN: Logan, please! You're the best male singer we have. Better than me! Come on, I'm sure I can find something for you in my rep folder.

LOGAN: Of course you have a rep folder.

QUENTIN takes a large folder out of HIS bag.

LOGAN: You have it with you? What are you, Mary Poppins?

QUENTIN: I'm McKinley's answer to Mary Poppins, anyway. It's no carpet bag, sure, but it does all I need it to.

LOGAN looks in the bag.

LOGAN: Is that a lasagna?

QUENTIN swats HIM away.

QUENTIN: So, I take Home Ec, big deal. Of all the things about me to laugh at, that's low on the list. Anyway, I'm gonna drop it soon, I need more time for Glee.

LOGAN: I'm not laughing. I think you're great, Quen.

QUENTIN gives a tiny smile.

LOGAN: [Unconvincingly] I'll think about it. Can I borrow your folder?

QUENTIN: Absolutely not. I'll text you my best picks for you.

LOGAN: O-Okay... Do you want my number?

QUENTIN: But, of course.

LOGAN: Can I borrow your notebook, at least?

QUENTIN: Which one?

LOGAN: Any.

QUENTIN rummages around in HIS bag.

QUENTIN: Will this do?

LOGAN: Quen, I'm writing my number, not my memoirs. Any notebook, seriously. Uh, pencil?

QUENTIN takes a pencil from behind HIS ear.

QUENTIN: Sorry, this is the only one I have.

LOGAN stares, confused, then stares down at the bag. Scene 3, at SEPTEMBER's house.

QUINN: So, how's Glee Club, honey? Do you love it as much as I did?

SEPTEMBER: It's great, Mom. Really.

QUINN: You don't sound too sure.

SEPTEMBER: Did the old Glee Club fight?

QUINN: Oh, we rarely stopped. Why? Everything okay?

SEPTEMBER: Yeah, it'll be fine... I've dealt with worse.

QUINN: You shouldn't have to. But, you're the strongest person I know. Stronger than your father. Just remember that.

SEPTEMBER: Thanks, Mom.

QUINN: And, if you wanna talk about anything, you know where I am.

SEPTEMBER: Of course. I'd better do my homework. Mr. Pierce doesn't go easy on us. I don't think he knows the meaning of the word.

QUINN: It wouldn't surprise me. His sister doesn't know the meaning of many words.

SEPTEMBER: Let's just say Valerie's brains didn't come from Britt.

QUINN: Agreed. You'll be down for dinner, right? It's your favourite.

SEPTEMBER: Always. Love you, Mom.

QUINN: Love you too.

'''SEPTEMBER rushes upstairs, and starts on HER homework. Soon, she grows bored, and sighs. She stands, and looks in the mirror.'''

SEPTEMBER: Everything has its season

Everything has its time

Show me a reason

And I'll soon show you a rhyme

Cats sit on the window sill

Children sit in the show

Why do I feel I don't fit in

Anywhere I go?

SHE picks up HER hairbrush, and holds it like a microphone.

SEPTEMBER: Rivers belong where they can ramble

Eagles belong where they can fly

I've got to be where my spirit can run free

Gotta find my corner, of the sky

Every man his daydreams

Every man has his goal

People like the way dreams have of

Sticking to the soul

Rain comes after thunder

Winter comes after fall

Sometimes I think I'm not after

Anything at all

So many men seem destined

To settle for something small

But I, I won't rest

 'Til I know I have it all

So don't ask where I'm going

Just listen when I'm gone

Far away you'll hear me singing

Softly to the dawn,

Cut to the choir room.

SEPTEMBER: Oh, rivers belong where they can ramble,

Oh, eagles belong where they can fly

I've got to be where my spirit can run free, yeah

Gotta find my corner, ooh of the sky, yeah

Rivers belong where they can ramble

Oh, eagles belong where they can fly

Oh, I've got to be where my spirit can run free

Gotta find my corner

Gotta find my corner, yes I do

Gotta find my corner

Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky

Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky.

SHE receives a standing ovation.

LIAM: You're amazing...

SEPTEMBER: Well, thanks. I thought--

LIAM: Oh, nothing's changed.

SEPTEMBER: Why not?

LIAM: It just hasn't. I'm sorry, honestly!

SEPTEMBER: I don't understand you...

LIAM: I'm used to that.

IVAN: Thank you, September. Take a seat.

'''HE gives HER a very clear 'Drop the subject!' look. SEPTEMBER sits.'''

IVAN: Over to you, Beth.

BETH: Okay, so, I know you all want edge...

The club perk up.

BETH: But, we don't have anything edgy prepared. We're doing Hairspray again.

The club groan.

BETH: But, as a compromise, I'm giving my solo to Ophelia.

MAGS: What?!

OPHELIA: [Deadpanned] I'm honoured.

QUENTIN: And, I'll gladly give my solo to anyone.

RICKY: I--

OPHELIA: Tobias would love it! Wouldn't you?

TOBIAS: Uh...

OPHELIA: Wouldn't you?

SHE gives HIM a quick glare.

TOBIAS: Yeah...

AUBRI: [Whispered] Just tell September, baby...

LIAM: I wouldn't know how. People don't get it, Aubri. I mean, except you.

AUBRI: I didn't understand you either, until you explained stuff to me.

LIAM: But, it's complicated.

AUBRI: It's not rocket surgery.

LIAM glances to HER, confused and amused.

LIAM: Rocket surgery?

AUBRI: Made you smile.

LIAM: You always do.

AUBRI grins, and kisses HIM.

OPHELIA: Get a room...

LIAM raises an eyebrow, and looks to HER and TOBIAS.

LIAM: Yeah, that's not hypocritical at all...

BETH: From the top! '''Scene 4, after rehearsals, only SEPTEMBER, LIAM and IVAN are left in the room. SEPTEMBER and LIAM are helping IVAN clear up.'''

IVAN: Thanks, guys.

SEPTEMBER: No problem, Mr. Pierce.

LIAM sits on the piano.

IVAN: You wanna stay in here for a little bit?

LIAM: Yeah. I'll be out soon.

IVAN: Take as long as you need. See you tomorrow.

LIAM: See you.

SEPTEMBER: Bye, Mr. Pierce.

IVAN exits.

SEPTEMBER: Mind if I join you?

LIAM: Go ahead.

SEPTEMBER sits next to HIM.

LIAM: Uh, I kinda realised that I probably sounded like a sexist asshole, in the past couple days. I'm really sorry, and, that's honestly not what I mean. I'll try and explain... If you want to listen?

SEPTEMBER: Sure, man. Will you listen to me, after?

LIAM nods.

SEPTEMBER: So, what's the deal?

LIAM: First off, I love your voice, so much, and you're really nice. Just wanna put that out there.

SEPTEMBER: [Smiling] Thanks.

LIAM: And, it's not that I think women are incapable, or less talented, I promise. My sister's one of the most brilliant, talented people I've ever met.

SEPTEMBER: That's kinda sweet. Go on.

LIAM: I just think everything should be a certain way. But, in real life, nothing is ever the way I want it. Theatre is like this perfect constant. Everything stays the same.

SEPTEMBER: Apart from the actors.

LIAM: Okay, true. They each bring something different, but on the whole, it's the same. I hate change so much. Maybe I don't want this to change.

SEPTEMBER: But, change is so beautiful. Like the seasons.

LIAM: Less beautiful, being told you're going to a Broadway show, only for it to turn out to be a prank. My uncle did that once, when I was a kid.

SEPTEMBER: That's not really change, that's just your uncle being a dick.

LIAM: I guess so. He IS a dick.

SEPTEMBER: You said nothing's ever the way you want it?

LIAM: Uh-huh..

SEPTEMBER: Well, some of those things, you can change. And, you'd want that, right?

LIAM: Well, yeah.

SEPTEMBER: And, that thing you said about every actor bringing something different? Yeah, that's true. What I bring is just a different gender.

LIAM: Huh...

SEPTEMBER: Change doesn't have to be a bad thing.

LIAM: It always ends badly, for me.

SEPTEMBER: And, that really sucks. But, I swear, this is different.

LIAM: Change is change.

SEPTEMBER: There's good change, and bad change. Okay, think of it like this. Back in Shakespeare's day, didn't they have guys playing every role?

LIAM: I think so...

SEPTEMBER: But, now there's girls in theatre. Do you think that's a good thing?

LIAM: Uh-huh.

SEPTEMBER: And, a non-theatre example, women getting to vote?

LIAM: Hell yeah.

SEPTEMBER: Sometimes, in theatre, there just isn't enough guys. I played Rapunzel's Prince in Into the Woods, in middle school because of that. I've kinda loved playing guys ever since.

LIAM: I played Rapunzel's Prince too!

SEPTEMBER: Legit? Nice. What's your ultimate dream role?

LIAM: Uh... I wanna play Mark, in Rent.

SEPTEMBER: I hope you get to, man.

LIAM: Thank you.

SEPTEMBER: So, do you see my point now?

LIAM: I dunno. I think I'm starting to.

SEPTEMBER: That's great!

LIAM: Can you tell me more--

HIS phone rings, and HE answers it, reluctantly.

LIAM: Mom? Yeah, I'll be right there. Bye. Love you too.

HE hangs up, and gives SEPTEMBER an apologetic look.

LIAM: I gotta go.

HE sprints out.

SEPTEMBER: Damn it...

We see AUBRI, standing just outside the door, clearly inspired by SEPTEMBER's words. Scene 5, on the football field, JUDE's smoking.

SEPTEMBER: Thought I'd find you here.

JUDE: Looks like you thought right.

SEPTEMBER: Guess so... That stuff looks illegal, and bad for your voice.

JUDE: Yep. I don't smoke it often, though. You want some?

SEPTEMBER: I'm good... Maybe later.

JUDE: What can I do for you, fresher, whose name I definitely remember?

HE stares at SEPTEMBER, clearly trying to remember HER name.

SEPTEMBER: September. Like the month.

JUDE: No shit.

SEPTEMBER: I need your help.

JUDE: Okay...?

SEPTEMBER sits on the bleachers.

SEPTEMBER: It's about the Glee Club, obviously.

JUDE: Obviously. Why else would we be talking?

SEPTEMBER: Exactly. You want edge, right?

JUDE: God, yes.

SEPTEMBER: Well, I can offer you a considerable amount of it.

JUDE: Uh-huh?

SEPTEMBER: All the edge you could ever hope for.

JUDE: Go on.

SEPTEMBER: So much edge, it could cut through--

JUDE: Alright, alright, get to the point.

SEPTEMBER: Sorry. You make me nervous.

JUDE: Why?

SEPTEMBER: You're older and taller, you're on the football team, and you're just really scary, okay?

JUDE: Fair. Alright, go on, kid, I'm slowly losing interest.

SEPTEMBER: Sing a duet with me, tomorrow. It'll be from a rock musical, I promise. I need to prove a point.

JUDE: Eh, I guess a rock musical's close enough. Why me?

SEPTEMBER: You didn't laugh at me, the other day.

A brief silence.

JUDE: You noticed, huh?

SEPTEMBER: Yeah.

JUDE: I'm not gonna explain myself to you, okay?

SEPTEMBER: Fine by me. Strictly business, no feelings.

JUDE: Hey, that's exactly how I like my sex.

SEPTEMBER: I don't need to know that.

JUDE: I'm very high.

SEPTEMBER: I know, man.

JUDE: And, I'm sorry to break it to you, kid, but, I have other plans tomorrow.

SEPTEMBER: Other plans? You're missing rehearsal?

JUDE: What? No.

SEPTEMBER: Then, what...?

JUDE: Y'know, uh, what's-his-face?

SEPTEMBER: Of course not.

JUDE: Blond, autistic, too good for this world?

SEPTEMBER: [Laughing] You mean Liam? Yeah, he's sweet. What about him?

JUDE: He came up to me, earlier, real nervous, and said he had something planned, but needed my help. He said it would be edgy enough, even for me, and he promised me cupcakes. I didn't really believe that it would be anything close to what I like, because, y'know. He likes musicals. But, he let me listen to the song, and it wasn't bad. And, y'know, he seemed pretty excited, and his puppy eyes were killing me. He's so small...

SEPTEMBER: I know, right? He's tiny. So, you're doing a duet with Liam?

JUDE: Looks that way, yeah.

SEPTEMBER: Huh...

JUDE: Sorry to disappoint.

SEPTEMBER: No, that's okay. It happens.

JUDE: Hope you can find someone else.

SEPTEMBER: Me too, man. Well, see you in rehearsals?

JUDE: Yep.

SEPTEMBER starts to walk away, but turns back.

SEPTEMBER: Hey, uh...

JUDE: What's up?

SEPTEMBER: What song are you doing?

JUDE: Why?

SEPTEMBER: Just curious.

JUDE: I don't believe that for a second, but I'm too high to care. Uh, it's one of the ones he really likes... Something from Rent, I think?

SEPTEMBER: Go on...

SHE sits back down, and takes JUDE's cigarette. Scene 6, in the choir room.

IVAN: Okay, thank you, Magnolia...

MAGS walks back to HER seat, with a smug smile.

BETH: [Softly] Defying Gravity, again?

IVAN and QUENTIN bite back a laugh.

IVAN: So, we've got something a little different lined up... Liam?

LIAM walks to the front of the room, and JUDE follows.

LIAM: We're gonna sing something that's basically my favourite song in the whole world. Scratch that, it IS my favourite song. Uh, What You Own, from Rent.

SEPTEMBER: Mr. Pierce?

IVAN: Yep?

SEPTEMBER: Logan and me were gonna do that song too.

'''LOGAN sinks into HIS chair, terrified. JUDE stares at SEPTEMBER in shock, almost disgusted.'''

IVAN: Oh...

JUDE: [Hissed] What the hell, fresher?!

LIAM: [Grinning] You know Rent?

SEPTEMBER: I don't live under a rock.

OPHELIA: Nerds...

BETH looks to SHAWN.

BETH: What do we do?

SHAWN: Uh... You're in charge. Don't ask me. Your call.

JAMES sighs.

LIAM: Let them do it.

SEPTEMBER: Seconded.

LOGAN: Uh... Thirded?

SHAWN: Alright, both pairs can do the song.

HE glances to BETH.

BETH: That's fine by me!

LIAM: Before I start... Can we make things more interesting?

IVAN: How so?

LIAM: Make it a competition.

SHAWN: Uh...

SEPTEMBER: I'm for it.

BETH: Okay! Then, I guess that's settled. Liam, take it away.

LIAM: Take it...? Oh, right! Yeah, hit it.

DAMIEN grins, subtly.

LIAM: Don't breathe too deep

Don't think all day

Dive into work

Drive the other way

That drip of hurt

That pint of shame

Goes away, just play the game...

DAMIEN watches LIAM, with interest.

Cut to LOGAN and SEPTEMBER's performance.

LOGAN: You're living in America

At the end of the millennium

You're living in America

Leave your conscience at the tone

And when you're living in America

At the end of the millennium

You're what you own...

SEPTEMBER: The filmmaker cannot see.

LOGAN: And the songwriter cannot hear.

SEPTEMBER: Yet I see Mimi everywhere!

Cut back.

LIAM: Angel's voice is in my ear.

JUDE: Just tighten those shoulders.

LIAM: Just clench your jaw 'til you frown.

JUDE: Just don't let go,

BOTH: Or you may drown...

You're living in America

At the end of the millennium

You're living in America

Where it's like the Twilight Zone

And when you're living in America

At the end of the millennium

You're what you own!

Cut back.

LOGAN and SEPTEMBER: So I own not a notion

I escape and ape content

I don't own emotion

I rent!

LOGAN: What was it about that night? (SEPTEMBER: What was it about that night?)

BOTH: Connection in an isolating age...

Cut back.

LIAM: For once, the shadows gave way to light (JUDE: For once, the shadows gave way to light)

BOTH: For once I didn't disengage!

LIAM: Angel, I hear you (JUDE: Mimi, I see you,)

I hear it, (I hear it,)

I see it, (I hear it,)

''I see it, my film! (I hear it, my song!)''

''Alexi? Mark. Call me a hypocrite, (One song, glory)''

I need to finish my own film, (Mimi, your eyes!)

I quit!

Cut back.

LOGAN and SEPTEMBER: Dying in America

At the end of the millennium

We're dying in America

To come into our own

And when you're dying in America

At the end of the millennium

You're not alone

I'm not alone

I'm not alone!

'''SEPTEMBER grins, and hugs LOGAN. LIAM smiles, subtly.'''

BETH: Voting time! Who thinks that Liam and Jude win?

Half of the club put their hands up.

BETH: And, September and Logan?

The rest of the club put their hands up.

BETH: It's tied... Mr. Larson? You're the decider.

SHAWN: Uh, I... I don't know. All of you were amazing...

A heavy pause.

LIAM: Give it to Logan and September. They deserve it.

SEPTEMBER looks to HIM, surprised.

JUDE: No question about it.

SHAWN: Alright, Logan and September win!

'''The club cheer. LIAM hugs SEPTEMBER.'''

LIAM: For the record... You'd make a great Roger.

SEPTEMBER: Thanks, man. You'd make a great Mark.

As SHE walks away, DAMIEN comes up to LIAM.

DAMIEN: Hey, Liam? Well done.

LIAM: What for? I lost.

DAMIEN: I know, but, it can't be easy to admit defeat like that. I mean, it's easy for me, I'm friends with Beth and Ophelia.

LIAM grins.

DAMIEN: And you were... Really good.

HE looks LIAM up and down, with a tiny smirk.

LIAM: Well, uh, thanks.

DAMIEN: No need.

LIAM: I'll see you tomorrow?

DAMIEN: I look forward to it...

'''HE picks up HIS bag, and walks away, looking back at LIAM. AUBRI walks over.'''

AUBRI: What was that all about?

LIAM: I have no idea, honestly.

Across the room, JUDE walks over to MISTY, who's putting chairs away.

JUDE: Here, let me get that.

MISTY: Oh, thank you! You were great today.

JUDE: [Jokingly] I know.

MISTY: Really. To be honest, I'm surprised you were so willing to let the others win.

JUDE: Yeah, well... I like that fresher's attitude. September? Is that her name.

MISTY: [Laughing] What, you still don't know?

JUDE: Of course I do.

MISTY: What is it about her?

JUDE: I like that she thinks she can do anything. I'm pretty sure she can. I want my little sister to grow up thinking the same.

MISTY: And that's why you didn't laugh...

JUDE: Exactly. I'm not gonna be the one to crush anyone's dreams.

A knock on the door.

JAMES: Danny?

DANNY: Are auditions still open?

BETH: Sure! Come in.

DANNY: My name's Danny Schuester--

BETH: Oh, we know. Whenever you're ready.

DANNY takes HIS coat off, and throws it at the nearest chair.

DANNY: She's a rebel

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth and she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto

She's the one that they call old whatsername

She's the symbol

Of resistance

And she's holding on my heart like a hand grenadeIs she dreaming

What I'm thinking

Is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate

Is she trouble

Like I'm trouble

Make it a double twist of fate or a melody

That she sings the revolution

The dawning of our lives

She brings this liberation

That I just can't define

Nothing comes to mind

She sings the revolution

The dawning of our lives

She brings this liberation

That I just can't define

Nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth and she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink of destruction

She's a rebel

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth and she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink of destruction

She's a rebel, she's a rebel, she's a rebel

And she's dangerous

She's a rebel, she's a rebel, she's a rebel

And she's dangerous!

'''BETH and QUENTIN exchange a glance, and mouth one word. Edge.'''

BETH: You're in. You start tomorrow! Scene 7, the choir room.

BETH: Alright, from the top!

AUBRI: Hey, Beth?

BETH: Uh-huh?

AUBRI: Can I join, this time? I know the choreo, and the words, just from watching, so...

BETH: Of course! Next to Liam.

LIAM grins, excitedly.

MISTY: Yay, Aubri!

'''SHE claps, softly. AUBRI laughs, embarrassed.'''

BETH: Jude, whenever you're ready.

JUDE: Hear the sound of the falling rain

Coming down like an Armageddon flame

ALL: Hey!

JUDE: A shame

The ones who died without a name.

LIAM: Hear the dogs howlin' out of key

To a hymn called faith and misery

ALL: Hey!

LIAM: And bleed, the company lost the war today!

ALL: I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday!

DANNY: Hear the drum pounding out of time

Another protester has crossed the line.

ALL: Hey!

SEPTEMBER: To find, the money's on the other side!

QUENTIN & RICKY: Can I get another amen?

ALL: Amen!

LOGAN: There's a flag wrapped around a score of men

A gag, a plastic bag

ALL BOYS: On a monument!

ALL: I beg to dream and differ

From the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday

I beg to dream and differ

From the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday!

The club cheer.

BETH: That was great, guys! You satisfied?

JUDE: Hell yeah.

MAGS: I, for one, am not satisfied in the slightest.

LIAM: Are you ever?

'''DAMIEN laughs. MAGS huffs, offended.'''

MAGS: Here, Beth.

BETH takes the piece of paper MAGS holds out.

BETH: What is this?

MAGS: A list of songs we should do, where I deserve a solo.

BETH takes a second to skim over it.

BETH: Well, all of these are completely solo songs...

MAGS: Exactly.

MISTY: That's not the spirit of Glee Club!

MAGS: I am the spirit of Glee Club!

JUDE: And modest, too...

RICKY: The Glee Club has ghosts?

OPHELIA: How dense are you?

RICKY: Dense as a brick. See?

HE hits HIMSELF in the head.

RICKY: Ow...

JAMES: Careful...

OPHELIA: A little late for that, Mr. Benson.

JAMES: True. That was great, everyone. And I'm glad you're all happy. Well, almost all.

MAGS: I'm--

JUDE: We know, Berry.

MAGS: Beth. Surely the fact we're practically sisters has to count for something. Isn't that worth a solo?

BETH: Barely sisters. You're my sister's sister.

RICKY: Then doesn't that mean--

BETH: Not quite. We have a complicated family. See, Mags was adopted by the same guys as my sister, Rachel. Rachel's birth mother is my adoptive mother.

RICKY: That's a mindfuck.

BETH: Quite.

RICKY: And, you're so different! I mean, you're nice! No offense, Magnolia.

MAGS: Uh, a lot taken!

OPHELIA: You take offense to everything.

MAGS: I take offense to that!

OPHELIA: Case in point.

MAGS: You are cruel!

OPHELIA: At least I'm not selfish.

BETH raises an eyebrow.

OPHELIA: Oh, shut up.

BETH: [Mock-innocently] I didn't say a word...

OPHELIA: I'm watching you.

BETH: I'm flattered.

IVAN: Alright, alright, alright, guys!

The club look up to HIM.

IVAN: Less fighting, more singing. From the top!

Roll credits.