M.I. High (2007) s01e02 Episode Script
The Big Freeze
COUNTRY & WESTERN MUSIC PLAYS - FEEDBACK SCREECHES - AAARGH! AAA-AAAARGH! If music be the food of love, play on, my zombie friends, play on.
No-one can stop us now, no-one! HE COUGHS The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.
The old-school spies have had their day and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.
Hidden in a place no villain would think to look.
Welcome to MI High.
Your mother and I are looking forward to the music gala this afternoon.
- It might not be very good.
- Nonsense.
You'll be marvellous.
And we'll be right there in the front row, cheering you on.
All set for this afternoon? - Yes, the children have been practising very hard.
- Good.
- Not that practice always makes perfect, unfortunately.
- No.
HUMAN BEATBOX HE RAPS: Fifty Pence is feelin' good Everyone wants to see my 'hood So, big up respec' Because music is like food.
- Thanks.
- You're not playing that stupid gala thing, are you? - Yeah.
- In front of the whole school? - What are you playing? - Beethoven.
Rose, you should get into something popular - like, try being normal.
Yeah.
Classical music is so boring.
- I bet you're just doing it to please your parents.
- No.
Music week is a dumb idea.
St Hope's is full of musical talent.
Not.
Hey, it's Lenny.
RAPID BEEPING Hurry, we haven't got much time.
What's up? Teenage zombies on the rampage.
Like, "I like to go out at night and eat human brains" zombies? Nothing so grave, but they are real.
They've attacked in three towns so far.
Going into music stores, smashing everything in their path.
Each night their numbers are increasing Here's one we managed to capture.
So unless we act, - every kid in the country is going to end up like that? - Gross! I hate that goth look.
Your mission is to find out what's turning them into zombies and find an antidote.
Right, gadget time.
You'll find a miniature camera inside these false fingernails.
- Nice shade(!) You're learning, Leonard.
- Oh, no! I'm late for rehearsal.
See you later.
So far, we've only got one piece of evidence - this CCTV footage of the zombies in action.
Be warned, though - it's pretty scary stuff.
Ready, girls.
After three - one, two, three TUNELESS - Sorry.
- Not to worry.
Once again.
One, two, three RASPING NOTES - Can't do this! I don't want to play in the stupid gala! - Rose! DOOR SLAMS It's probably just nerves.
- Look at those hollow, staring eyes.
- Looks like maths class on Monday.
They look like they've been hypnotised.
Hey, look at this.
- Check out the shirt the kid's wearing.
- Crush! What's Crush? - They're some dumb boy band.
Can't play live.
- They're gorgeous.
Crush have nothing to do with this zombie stuff.
They're too cute.
Three other kids are wearing the same T-shirt.
We can't ignore that kind of evidence.
Look, when you zoom in See what they're buying? Time to check out the pretty boys.
Another music store under our control.
No competition means bigger sales, and bigger sales means we move closer to our target.
After tonight's performance, no-one can stop us getting to the top of the charts.
Heh-heh-heh! I don't believe it - Blane Whittaker's reading Girly Talk.
Purely for research.
There's an article on Crush.
It lists their tour dates.
Folkestone, Lowestoft, Bury St Edmunds.
- Ring any bells? - The towns where the teen zombie attacks occurred.
The next gig is the biggest - Wembley, the 24th.
Butthat's today.
Yeah.
Wembley Stadium holds 100,000.
If we don't get this sorted, there'll be a whole lot more zombies roaming the streets tonight.
- Have you been using my henna blond again? - No! Tell him, Aaron.
Stick to your own hair-care products in future.
Stop all this nonsense at once! Darren, give Gary back his hair gel! Gary, stop pushing Darren! Aaron .
.
you've got chocolate on your shirt.
Didn't I tell you boys to learn those song lyrics? This is an important gig and I need you to be word perfect.
Understand? Hm? - BOTH: - Yes, Mr Frisco.
He says it helps him think.
We need to get Crush into St Hope's to check 'em out.
- They'd never visit a dump like this in a zillion years.
- Maybe not, but if they're playing Wembley Stadium tonight, a couple of well-placed traffic diversions could send them our way.
Crush! I am going to meet Crush! Yeah, the same Crush that have been turning kids into zombies.
- We don't know for sure.
- One of us will have to get close to them, study their body language, find out what effect they're having on people and how they're doing it.
- That'll be moi.
- No way.
You're a fan.
- We need someone objective.
- Wrong.
Going undercover needs specialist knowledge.
I've got it, you haven't.
Yeah? Prove it.
Gary hates all vegetables except Himself.
Aaron hasn't spoken in public since? May 12th 2001.
He plugged his hairdryer into a wet socket.
Darren is allergic to? Talent.
How many downloads of the new single have there been? - OK, OK, I give up.
- Now can we deal with Crush's tour bus? Mmmm.
Excuse me, I'm looking for Wembley Stadium.
Kids today! They're like zombies, the lot of them! Here's the group I was telling you about, sir - Crush.
If you get them to sing in the gala concert, - it would be the most amazing thing ever.
- They're really famous, you say? Really famous? They're superstars! GIRLS SHRIEK LOUDLY Wait! This isn't Wembley! Careful! Careful! Those boys are worth a lot of money! Hello.
Kenneth Flatley, headmaster.
- Tony Frisco, Crush master I mean manager.
- Do come this way.
Tony Frisco? Who's he? Crush's manager, some one-hit wonder.
My mum used to love him.
- He used to be a singer? - Who cares? The man I'm going to marry is going that way! - It was so kind of you to agree to perform at our gala.
- What gala? - We've got a gig at Wembley.
- You'll be finished in plenty of time.
You'll be on stage at 1.
30.
We've set aside the art room for the boys.
I don't understand how a brand-new bus could conk out like that.
- What are you doing? - Research.
Crush aren't behind this.
They're as dense as the Amazon.
- Have you got any better suggestions? - I was wondering about Tony Frisco, the ex-pop star, but there's no sign of him on the record charts.
What about those old talent shows? Plenty of one-hit wonders there.
Excellent work, Rose, but I'm afraid you'll have to stop the investigating for now.
The concert's about to begin and you're due on stage.
We don't want any awkward questions, do we? Get back to learning those lines, boys.
Why can't we sing our own words, like we used to? You boys question me? - No, we - Who discovered you busking in that smelly subway? You, Mr Frisco.
- Who took you and moulded you into stars? - You, Mr Frisco.
Chose your clothes and styled your hair? ALL: You, Mr Frisco.
Was it a crime for me to want to protect you from the cruel world out there? You've no idea what it's like, how fickle the critics can be, how they can eat you up and spit you out, like - like - Those nuts with the shells that Aaron likes? Pistachios! Something like that.
Well, it won't happen again.
Now get back to work.
Hm? ALL: Yes, Mr Frisco.
Ladies, please calm down! There's enough here for everyone! Official Crush merchandise! Rose said she'd meet us here.
This is such a proud day, to have a real virtuoso in the family.
And look at all these children, come to listen to her play her tuba.
CHILDREN SCREAM Lock the door and don't let anyone else in.
ALL: Yes, Mr Frisco.
Daisy, watch out for Crush trying to hypnotise you.
- And don't look into their eyes.
- 'Hey, I am a professional.
' Hello? Hi, guys, can you let me in a moment? We're not allowed to let anyone in.
'It's only for an autograph.
It's for my little sister.
' She really loves you guys.
Daisy! RECORDERS PLAY TUNELESSLY THEY FADE TO A HALT You haven't seen Rose anywhere? I do hope her nerves haven't got the better of her.
It's just not like Rose to let everyone down.
FEEDBACK Oops, sorry.
Hello? Well done, Colin and Lindsey, for an interesting interpretation of, er Three Blind Mice.
Anyway, coming up very soon, we have our special guests, The Crush.
CHILDREN CHEER WILDLY All right, all right, all right! Settle down.
But to keep us entertained until then, a little Beethoven.
Please welcome on stage Tina and Tanya Jones and Rose Gupta.
APPLAUSE ErAre you all right? Yeah, I think so.
I must have just fainted, but I'm OK now.
It's not like I've been HYPNOTISED, or anything.
Any chance of an autograph? You can make it to Daisy, your number one fan.
The one with the cute smile.
Ah, you're back already.
How did the Beethoven go? Erm Fine.
- How's Daisy getting on? - OK.
There's no sign of anyone using hypnosis.
She lost it for a moment but that was just being so close to Crush.
What about their recorded music? Looking at its waveforms, there's nothing suspicious.
We're hoping Daisy can find something more.
If it's not the music and it's not hypnosis, what is it? Tony Frisco.
That's what.
Check this out.
.
.
to me.
AUDIENCE BOOS - JUDGE: - It was cheesy, it was plastic, you're past your sell-by date.
I'm sorry, but you've got no future in this business.
Tony Frisco will be back.
And one day, I will have the biggest-selling single of all time! You'll see! BOOING Yousmell! I'll be back! Poor man.
How terrible to be humiliated like that in public.
- He got what he deserved.
It's people like him that kill real music.
- Yeah.
He must have ended up very bitter and twisted.
Time he and I had a little chat.
Daisy's spelt D-A-I-S-Y.
- What's this? - The words to our new single.
Mr Frisco always makes us sing it live but it's hard to remember.
We have to sing some bits louder than others.
- He's obsessed with us keep singing this one song.
- Really? Daisy, get the fingernail-cam on those lyrics.
Hey, what are you doing? I just got them painted.
Cool colour, huh? Look into my eyes, believe in only me, oh, baby, oh, baby I feel a kind of rush Whenever I'm by Crush Only you can understand Why this love cannot be banned.
You are my number one All others now are gone.
There's a technique for influencing people called subliminal messaging.
Certain keywords are given undue emphasis in the rhyming pattern.
Like the "oh, ba" part of "oh, baby".
And "by Crush", as in purchase the single - not stand next to them.
This isn't a song, it's an order.
- So Crush have been creating zombies via their lyrics? - I'm sure of it.
Now we need to find a way of overcoming the hidden messages.
'Daisy, keep Crush in the art room.
' 'They mustn't be allowed to perform live.
' - Are you some sort of stalker? - No - I just wannahang out with you guys.
- I'm ringing Mr Frisco.
Rose, you have to hurry! I can't keep them in here much longer.
- Now she's talking to herself! - She's bonkers! You have to let us out.
Give us back the key.
Oops! Sorry, it's still too noisy in here.
Sorry.
Single still number one? 'Blane, you were right.
' It's Tony Frisco's lyrics that are turning kids into zombies.
I'm onto him now.
We're getting even closer to having the biggest single of all time.
We'll have even more zombies after the Wembley gig.
Great.
Bye.
Oh PLAYS PIANO # Boogie Man is number one The rising sales go on and on.
Not any more.
Says who? Says many critics.
No-one chooses to buy the rubbish Crush churn out.
Ah, that's big talk, indy kid.
But you're going nowhere.
Rose, how's it going? - Can I let them go yet? - She's talking to herself again.
Look, let us out and we won't press charges.
We'll try to get you help.
Mr Frisco knows all the top showbiz shrinks.
The lyrics! KEY TURNS IN LOCK - ALL: - Help! Ah, loosening up the old vocal cords, I hear.
HE SINGS A SCALE I hope you weren't trying to keep them all to yourself.
SHE BELCHES Bad luck, psycho.
Ah - showtime! Rose, I have some bad news.
Tony Boogie Man Frisco, - failed Pop Factor contestant.
- Oh, I didn't fail.
Those idiot judges were tone deaf.
Lowest score in the history of the show, wasn't it? That's what your rubbish music deserves.
And now you brainwash kids into buying your cheesy pop.
How can you brainwash someone who doesn't have a brain to begin with? Think of it as re-educating the public.
You're a useless old has-been.
We're about to have the biggest-selling single of all time, then we'll be working on operas and easy listening ballads and pretty soon the whole world will be listening to my music.
Music is about self-expression, freedom of choice.
I don't think so, as my boys are about to prove.
CHILDREN SHRIEK WITH EXCITEMENT CHANTING: We want Crush, we want Crush! Hey! Just cos Gary fancies me! - D'you mean me?! - Girls, girls, I don't like this popular music either but please, return to your seats.
Look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Oh baby Oh baby, oh baby I feel a kind of rush Whenever I'm by Crush Only you can understand Why this love cannot be banned So look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Oh baby, oh baby Blane? Rose? Where are you? Negation factor, three over ten.
Positive imagery This antidote song had better work.
- GUITARS SCREECH - Aaaargh! Aaargh! Stop that! That's not music! Where's the melody?! Where's the catchy chorus?! Hold on, Daisy, I'm on my way.
So look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Hey! Crush are over there! - We'll never be able to hold them! - Where's Rose? - She's a zombie! - No, it's just bad makeup.
Get in! Mum? Dad? I'm so sorry.
- Do you have the antidote? - Yeah, a new set of lyrics.
- For Crush to sing? - No, it's all about which words you stress, and when .
.
and when you sing them.
It has to be me.
Well, let's go.
We have to kick them off stage fast.
MUSIC STOPS - I can't sing in public.
- Don't be stupid, course you can.
Knock 'em dead! Undead.
Er, hi.
Since this is the end of our school gala, one of us has to sing a song with you - and it's me.
Huh? - Just give me some heavy beats.
- What, play live? HEAVY DRUMBEAT Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Believe in only yourself Leave their CDs on the shelf Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes And always you'll be free If you listen up to me Look away from their eyes And always you'll be free It's the only way to be Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away.
You were awesome.
Really? - Yeah! - That was real music.
That was our best gig ever.
It's all down to you, Rose.
You rock! We didn't need Mr Frisco's help after all.
He's definitely gone, hasn't he? Yeah, I promise you.
You won't be seeing Tony Frisco again.
Here's a couple of comps for tonight's gig.
Just don't give any to that kooky friend of yours.
We'd better be going.
Bye.
They still think I'm a crazy stalker, don't they? Well done, team.
The teenage zombie threat is over, Crush are going to be touring the UK, playing Rosie's antidote song and we've saved the world from a cultural dictatorship.
Come on.
Well, had enough of the tuba.
Think I'll try something else.
- Death metal? - Rap? Good luck(!) You might be going inside for a long time.
At least you can write some decent songs in there.
That's the something new she's taken up.
Clarinet.
Rock'n'roll!
No-one can stop us now, no-one! HE COUGHS The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.
The old-school spies have had their day and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.
Hidden in a place no villain would think to look.
Welcome to MI High.
Your mother and I are looking forward to the music gala this afternoon.
- It might not be very good.
- Nonsense.
You'll be marvellous.
And we'll be right there in the front row, cheering you on.
All set for this afternoon? - Yes, the children have been practising very hard.
- Good.
- Not that practice always makes perfect, unfortunately.
- No.
HUMAN BEATBOX HE RAPS: Fifty Pence is feelin' good Everyone wants to see my 'hood So, big up respec' Because music is like food.
- Thanks.
- You're not playing that stupid gala thing, are you? - Yeah.
- In front of the whole school? - What are you playing? - Beethoven.
Rose, you should get into something popular - like, try being normal.
Yeah.
Classical music is so boring.
- I bet you're just doing it to please your parents.
- No.
Music week is a dumb idea.
St Hope's is full of musical talent.
Not.
Hey, it's Lenny.
RAPID BEEPING Hurry, we haven't got much time.
What's up? Teenage zombies on the rampage.
Like, "I like to go out at night and eat human brains" zombies? Nothing so grave, but they are real.
They've attacked in three towns so far.
Going into music stores, smashing everything in their path.
Each night their numbers are increasing Here's one we managed to capture.
So unless we act, - every kid in the country is going to end up like that? - Gross! I hate that goth look.
Your mission is to find out what's turning them into zombies and find an antidote.
Right, gadget time.
You'll find a miniature camera inside these false fingernails.
- Nice shade(!) You're learning, Leonard.
- Oh, no! I'm late for rehearsal.
See you later.
So far, we've only got one piece of evidence - this CCTV footage of the zombies in action.
Be warned, though - it's pretty scary stuff.
Ready, girls.
After three - one, two, three TUNELESS - Sorry.
- Not to worry.
Once again.
One, two, three RASPING NOTES - Can't do this! I don't want to play in the stupid gala! - Rose! DOOR SLAMS It's probably just nerves.
- Look at those hollow, staring eyes.
- Looks like maths class on Monday.
They look like they've been hypnotised.
Hey, look at this.
- Check out the shirt the kid's wearing.
- Crush! What's Crush? - They're some dumb boy band.
Can't play live.
- They're gorgeous.
Crush have nothing to do with this zombie stuff.
They're too cute.
Three other kids are wearing the same T-shirt.
We can't ignore that kind of evidence.
Look, when you zoom in See what they're buying? Time to check out the pretty boys.
Another music store under our control.
No competition means bigger sales, and bigger sales means we move closer to our target.
After tonight's performance, no-one can stop us getting to the top of the charts.
Heh-heh-heh! I don't believe it - Blane Whittaker's reading Girly Talk.
Purely for research.
There's an article on Crush.
It lists their tour dates.
Folkestone, Lowestoft, Bury St Edmunds.
- Ring any bells? - The towns where the teen zombie attacks occurred.
The next gig is the biggest - Wembley, the 24th.
Butthat's today.
Yeah.
Wembley Stadium holds 100,000.
If we don't get this sorted, there'll be a whole lot more zombies roaming the streets tonight.
- Have you been using my henna blond again? - No! Tell him, Aaron.
Stick to your own hair-care products in future.
Stop all this nonsense at once! Darren, give Gary back his hair gel! Gary, stop pushing Darren! Aaron .
.
you've got chocolate on your shirt.
Didn't I tell you boys to learn those song lyrics? This is an important gig and I need you to be word perfect.
Understand? Hm? - BOTH: - Yes, Mr Frisco.
He says it helps him think.
We need to get Crush into St Hope's to check 'em out.
- They'd never visit a dump like this in a zillion years.
- Maybe not, but if they're playing Wembley Stadium tonight, a couple of well-placed traffic diversions could send them our way.
Crush! I am going to meet Crush! Yeah, the same Crush that have been turning kids into zombies.
- We don't know for sure.
- One of us will have to get close to them, study their body language, find out what effect they're having on people and how they're doing it.
- That'll be moi.
- No way.
You're a fan.
- We need someone objective.
- Wrong.
Going undercover needs specialist knowledge.
I've got it, you haven't.
Yeah? Prove it.
Gary hates all vegetables except Himself.
Aaron hasn't spoken in public since? May 12th 2001.
He plugged his hairdryer into a wet socket.
Darren is allergic to? Talent.
How many downloads of the new single have there been? - OK, OK, I give up.
- Now can we deal with Crush's tour bus? Mmmm.
Excuse me, I'm looking for Wembley Stadium.
Kids today! They're like zombies, the lot of them! Here's the group I was telling you about, sir - Crush.
If you get them to sing in the gala concert, - it would be the most amazing thing ever.
- They're really famous, you say? Really famous? They're superstars! GIRLS SHRIEK LOUDLY Wait! This isn't Wembley! Careful! Careful! Those boys are worth a lot of money! Hello.
Kenneth Flatley, headmaster.
- Tony Frisco, Crush master I mean manager.
- Do come this way.
Tony Frisco? Who's he? Crush's manager, some one-hit wonder.
My mum used to love him.
- He used to be a singer? - Who cares? The man I'm going to marry is going that way! - It was so kind of you to agree to perform at our gala.
- What gala? - We've got a gig at Wembley.
- You'll be finished in plenty of time.
You'll be on stage at 1.
30.
We've set aside the art room for the boys.
I don't understand how a brand-new bus could conk out like that.
- What are you doing? - Research.
Crush aren't behind this.
They're as dense as the Amazon.
- Have you got any better suggestions? - I was wondering about Tony Frisco, the ex-pop star, but there's no sign of him on the record charts.
What about those old talent shows? Plenty of one-hit wonders there.
Excellent work, Rose, but I'm afraid you'll have to stop the investigating for now.
The concert's about to begin and you're due on stage.
We don't want any awkward questions, do we? Get back to learning those lines, boys.
Why can't we sing our own words, like we used to? You boys question me? - No, we - Who discovered you busking in that smelly subway? You, Mr Frisco.
- Who took you and moulded you into stars? - You, Mr Frisco.
Chose your clothes and styled your hair? ALL: You, Mr Frisco.
Was it a crime for me to want to protect you from the cruel world out there? You've no idea what it's like, how fickle the critics can be, how they can eat you up and spit you out, like - like - Those nuts with the shells that Aaron likes? Pistachios! Something like that.
Well, it won't happen again.
Now get back to work.
Hm? ALL: Yes, Mr Frisco.
Ladies, please calm down! There's enough here for everyone! Official Crush merchandise! Rose said she'd meet us here.
This is such a proud day, to have a real virtuoso in the family.
And look at all these children, come to listen to her play her tuba.
CHILDREN SCREAM Lock the door and don't let anyone else in.
ALL: Yes, Mr Frisco.
Daisy, watch out for Crush trying to hypnotise you.
- And don't look into their eyes.
- 'Hey, I am a professional.
' Hello? Hi, guys, can you let me in a moment? We're not allowed to let anyone in.
'It's only for an autograph.
It's for my little sister.
' She really loves you guys.
Daisy! RECORDERS PLAY TUNELESSLY THEY FADE TO A HALT You haven't seen Rose anywhere? I do hope her nerves haven't got the better of her.
It's just not like Rose to let everyone down.
FEEDBACK Oops, sorry.
Hello? Well done, Colin and Lindsey, for an interesting interpretation of, er Three Blind Mice.
Anyway, coming up very soon, we have our special guests, The Crush.
CHILDREN CHEER WILDLY All right, all right, all right! Settle down.
But to keep us entertained until then, a little Beethoven.
Please welcome on stage Tina and Tanya Jones and Rose Gupta.
APPLAUSE ErAre you all right? Yeah, I think so.
I must have just fainted, but I'm OK now.
It's not like I've been HYPNOTISED, or anything.
Any chance of an autograph? You can make it to Daisy, your number one fan.
The one with the cute smile.
Ah, you're back already.
How did the Beethoven go? Erm Fine.
- How's Daisy getting on? - OK.
There's no sign of anyone using hypnosis.
She lost it for a moment but that was just being so close to Crush.
What about their recorded music? Looking at its waveforms, there's nothing suspicious.
We're hoping Daisy can find something more.
If it's not the music and it's not hypnosis, what is it? Tony Frisco.
That's what.
Check this out.
.
.
to me.
AUDIENCE BOOS - JUDGE: - It was cheesy, it was plastic, you're past your sell-by date.
I'm sorry, but you've got no future in this business.
Tony Frisco will be back.
And one day, I will have the biggest-selling single of all time! You'll see! BOOING Yousmell! I'll be back! Poor man.
How terrible to be humiliated like that in public.
- He got what he deserved.
It's people like him that kill real music.
- Yeah.
He must have ended up very bitter and twisted.
Time he and I had a little chat.
Daisy's spelt D-A-I-S-Y.
- What's this? - The words to our new single.
Mr Frisco always makes us sing it live but it's hard to remember.
We have to sing some bits louder than others.
- He's obsessed with us keep singing this one song.
- Really? Daisy, get the fingernail-cam on those lyrics.
Hey, what are you doing? I just got them painted.
Cool colour, huh? Look into my eyes, believe in only me, oh, baby, oh, baby I feel a kind of rush Whenever I'm by Crush Only you can understand Why this love cannot be banned.
You are my number one All others now are gone.
There's a technique for influencing people called subliminal messaging.
Certain keywords are given undue emphasis in the rhyming pattern.
Like the "oh, ba" part of "oh, baby".
And "by Crush", as in purchase the single - not stand next to them.
This isn't a song, it's an order.
- So Crush have been creating zombies via their lyrics? - I'm sure of it.
Now we need to find a way of overcoming the hidden messages.
'Daisy, keep Crush in the art room.
' 'They mustn't be allowed to perform live.
' - Are you some sort of stalker? - No - I just wannahang out with you guys.
- I'm ringing Mr Frisco.
Rose, you have to hurry! I can't keep them in here much longer.
- Now she's talking to herself! - She's bonkers! You have to let us out.
Give us back the key.
Oops! Sorry, it's still too noisy in here.
Sorry.
Single still number one? 'Blane, you were right.
' It's Tony Frisco's lyrics that are turning kids into zombies.
I'm onto him now.
We're getting even closer to having the biggest single of all time.
We'll have even more zombies after the Wembley gig.
Great.
Bye.
Oh PLAYS PIANO # Boogie Man is number one The rising sales go on and on.
Not any more.
Says who? Says many critics.
No-one chooses to buy the rubbish Crush churn out.
Ah, that's big talk, indy kid.
But you're going nowhere.
Rose, how's it going? - Can I let them go yet? - She's talking to herself again.
Look, let us out and we won't press charges.
We'll try to get you help.
Mr Frisco knows all the top showbiz shrinks.
The lyrics! KEY TURNS IN LOCK - ALL: - Help! Ah, loosening up the old vocal cords, I hear.
HE SINGS A SCALE I hope you weren't trying to keep them all to yourself.
SHE BELCHES Bad luck, psycho.
Ah - showtime! Rose, I have some bad news.
Tony Boogie Man Frisco, - failed Pop Factor contestant.
- Oh, I didn't fail.
Those idiot judges were tone deaf.
Lowest score in the history of the show, wasn't it? That's what your rubbish music deserves.
And now you brainwash kids into buying your cheesy pop.
How can you brainwash someone who doesn't have a brain to begin with? Think of it as re-educating the public.
You're a useless old has-been.
We're about to have the biggest-selling single of all time, then we'll be working on operas and easy listening ballads and pretty soon the whole world will be listening to my music.
Music is about self-expression, freedom of choice.
I don't think so, as my boys are about to prove.
CHILDREN SHRIEK WITH EXCITEMENT CHANTING: We want Crush, we want Crush! Hey! Just cos Gary fancies me! - D'you mean me?! - Girls, girls, I don't like this popular music either but please, return to your seats.
Look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Oh baby Oh baby, oh baby I feel a kind of rush Whenever I'm by Crush Only you can understand Why this love cannot be banned So look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Oh baby, oh baby Blane? Rose? Where are you? Negation factor, three over ten.
Positive imagery This antidote song had better work.
- GUITARS SCREECH - Aaaargh! Aaargh! Stop that! That's not music! Where's the melody?! Where's the catchy chorus?! Hold on, Daisy, I'm on my way.
So look into my eyes Look into my eyes Believe in only me Hey! Crush are over there! - We'll never be able to hold them! - Where's Rose? - She's a zombie! - No, it's just bad makeup.
Get in! Mum? Dad? I'm so sorry.
- Do you have the antidote? - Yeah, a new set of lyrics.
- For Crush to sing? - No, it's all about which words you stress, and when .
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and when you sing them.
It has to be me.
Well, let's go.
We have to kick them off stage fast.
MUSIC STOPS - I can't sing in public.
- Don't be stupid, course you can.
Knock 'em dead! Undead.
Er, hi.
Since this is the end of our school gala, one of us has to sing a song with you - and it's me.
Huh? - Just give me some heavy beats.
- What, play live? HEAVY DRUMBEAT Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Believe in only yourself Leave their CDs on the shelf Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes And always you'll be free If you listen up to me Look away from their eyes And always you'll be free It's the only way to be Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away from their eyes Look away.
You were awesome.
Really? - Yeah! - That was real music.
That was our best gig ever.
It's all down to you, Rose.
You rock! We didn't need Mr Frisco's help after all.
He's definitely gone, hasn't he? Yeah, I promise you.
You won't be seeing Tony Frisco again.
Here's a couple of comps for tonight's gig.
Just don't give any to that kooky friend of yours.
We'd better be going.
Bye.
They still think I'm a crazy stalker, don't they? Well done, team.
The teenage zombie threat is over, Crush are going to be touring the UK, playing Rosie's antidote song and we've saved the world from a cultural dictatorship.
Come on.
Well, had enough of the tuba.
Think I'll try something else.
- Death metal? - Rap? Good luck(!) You might be going inside for a long time.
At least you can write some decent songs in there.
That's the something new she's taken up.
Clarinet.
Rock'n'roll!