Hellcats s01e18 Episode Script

Previously on "Hellcatss" This is fantastic! When did you apply to Lancer? Well, I'm into the University.
The film school has an entirely separate application process.
I gotta do an interview and make a short film.
Alice, darling, meet Kelsey.
A pleasure.
I love your magazine.
Just let me know what I can do to help.
Why don't I know dad wrote music? I told you he was a musician.
I knew he played.
I never knew he actually wrote songs.
Did you think I wouldn't be interested? Can we please change the subject? Uh-uh.
No.
Rex was a bad guy, ok? And the less you know, the less you'll be hurt.
You see anything? No.
Not taking any chances, though.
Ok.
Good job.
Oh, they're out there somewhere.
Get down.
- Get down! - Hey! Oh, my Oh Oh! Oh, hold it together! Oh, my oh! - How many bullets we got left? - Four.
Save two.
Oh, yeah.
Oh! Oh, no! No! Come on! Run! No! No! Ok, now, don't move.
Let's get to a quick, everyone.
Bring in the brats and blood.
- Hang in there, M.
- Yeah, yeah, ok.
Frank, really get in there.
It looks nasty.
It's awesome.
Just like really get in.
- It looks awesome.
- Ok.
Come on, guys, time is money, time is money.
Yeah.
We only got one hero costume, so let's make this count.
Ok, lock it off.
Set And Action.
We're **** the blood **** No! Go, run! Cut! Print that, moving on.
Ah, I love it! Lewis, thank you.
Awesome job.
Set up for inserts coverage.
You sure? I can do it again.
Not on this schedule.
I'll grab some inserts of the zombies ripping out your entrails, and we're golden.
Well, thanks for the quick, clean death.
I actually have somewhere to be.
You might want to pencil in time for a shower.
I don't know.
It's a look.
God's own truth, you pull it off.
Why thank you, Dan Patch.
Ugh.
- Oh, don't you dare! - Ew, ew, get it off me! Chicken.
Ok, how's the shoot going? Good.
Rushed, but good.
That's an awful lot of blood for a film school application.
Well, we all suffer for art.
I expect this place to be spotless when you leave.
I'm a man of my word.
I'm repulsed.
But proud.
Repulsed and proud.
Thank you.
I just hope it's enough to impress the admissions panel.
They're going to love it.
Assuming that they don't vomit.
Mmm, fingers crossed.
Ok, everyone, let's set it up.
Hold on to my hand - Excuse me.
- Yeah? Hi, uh, do you guys still sell these here? Hmm.
It's the old logo.
Where'd you get these? They belong to a musician I'm trying to track down.
Yeah.
Got a name? Rex Perkins.
What? Rex Perkins.
All right, I'll check the computer.
Lex Perkins.
No, no, Rex, with an "r".
Can you take your ear thing huh? - You can't really hear hear me.
- Oh.
Happy? Ecstatic.
Cool.
All right, Rex Perkins.
Yeah.
Not in our database, sorry.
When did you start the computer records? 'Cause these picks are at least 18 years old.
Well, yeah, it's the old logo.
Sorry I couldn't help you.
He's my dad.
Please.
Please.
Is there anyone else you can ask? 'Cause I don't I don't have any other leads.
He's your dad, huh? Yeah.
Right on.
Uh, hey, pops? Never heard of a guy name of Rex Perkins, have you? No, can't say I have.
Well, there you go.
He's been here forever, so.
I'm done, if you are.
Yeah, fair enough.
Thanks for the help.
Yeah.
Wait.
We've, um, got the wall.
The wall? Used to be a big stage here back in the day.
I mean, every big name played here when they tried out new material.
This was the place to be.
Hmm.
But it didn't pay the bills, so they cleared it out for more retail space.
Wow.
Chips moman.
Jim Dickinson.
This place is like an encyclopedia for the Memphis music scene.
You know your stuff.
Your dad teach you? No.
No, he died when I was three.
Three, really? Well, how old are you now? - 21.
- Wow.
That's a long time to be without a dad.
I'd hate to be you.
Yeah, well, I managed.
You're annoyed with me, aren't you? I'm sorry.
People say I was born inappropriate.
No, no, you're fine.
I, um, actually, you've been a big help.
Oh, cool.
So why the push to find out about your old man now, after all this time? Found some sheet music.
Songs he wrote.
I guess I Was always feeling like there was something missing, and I'm Finally just tired of hoping it'll go away.
Marti Perkins.
Pleasure to meet you and bore you with my sob story.
I'm Dierdre.
And when you start boring me, I'll let you know, trust me.
Oh, appreciate the courtesy.
Yeah, no problem.
Oh! Alex chilton played here? Yeah, he did.
Everybody played here.
Huh.
Oh, my God.
What? What is it? This is my dad's set list.
Ok, this, um, this can't be right.
What, why not? The date is wrong.
Excuse me while I go murder the woman who gave me life.
Oh, well, yeah, just walk out with that.
You know, not like it's private property or anything.
Hey, Betsy.
You got a second? Sure.
What's up? I'm failing Ancient Civ.
Yeah? Carol told me you write term papers for some of the athletes on campus.
I was hoping you could hook me up.
Carol told you this? Please.
I I'm desperate.
I'll guarantee you at least a B minus, - or you get half your money back.
- That's it? I like to keep things simple.
- It's due Thursday.
- Doable.
I get a hundred bucks up front.
And you're sure that this is safe? I've done this for plenty of athletes, and no one's been caught yet.
Betsy Sullinger.
Kelsey Curtis, reporter for "Photo Gem" Magazine.
We're doing an exposé about cheating amongst college athletes, and we just got your conversation with Alice here on tape.
Would you like to comment on our story? Defend yourself? It helps if you speak into this.
No? Oh, oh, oh.
Look at her face when you introduce yourself.
It's classic.
You know, you really have a knack for this.
I felt it when I met you last fall.
You think? Mm-hmm.
Reporters develop a sixth sense about people.
And when my editor gave me the lead for this story, you were the first person I thought to call for help.
I'm glad you did.
Have you ever thought of pursuing journalism as a career? I'm a business major, but I did have a web column in high school.
"Get off my cloud".
Mostly adolescent rants, but there's one or two pieces I'm proud of.
Wow.
I would love to see some copy.
You know, we're always on the lookout for young, capable people with their fingers on the pulse to help us out.
I will dig up some of those old web columns.
Do that More wine? Yes, thank you.
Where on earth did you get this? Guitar shop.
Explain the date.
Explain exactly how my dad was playing a gig you told me he died.
Obviously they wrote the date down wrong.
Not gonna fly, mom.
Not this time.
Ok.
Fine.
Let's go.
Where are we going? Your father was a drug addict.
A very dedicated, very resourceful addict.
And he spent a lot of time in this neighborhood.
Here? My dad.
You were barely three, and I'd leave you with him so that, uh, I could go to work.
And we didn't have money for day care or baby-sitter.
It was summer.
Hottest day of the year.
And I came home from work and you two were gone.
No note, just empty apartment.
I was worried, but I waited.
A half hour passed, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went out searching.
And I came to this place.
What made you look here? Experience.
This woman, this junkie, pointed me to that building.
I ran inside and I heard you.
I heard you calling out somewhere above me.
You were wandering around all alone, with needles and glass and God knows what else, while your father Was getting high down the hall.
I grabbed you up, and I found Rex and I shook him.
And I told him, "this will be the last time you will ever see us again.
" And his eyes were glassy, so I don't know, I don't know if he understood.
But he did not come home that night.
And he didn't come home the next night.
And you started asking where he was.
AndI said he was gone.
But you being you, just had to know where.
So I said, I said heaven.
You could have come clean.
Huh.
You shouldn't really say that until you have been in my position.
It's a lot harder than it sounds.
I'm so sorry, sweetie.
No.
I'm sorry.
After each film screens, you will be asked to make a brief statement.
I mean brief, people.
This is not your Oscar acceptance speech.
You will tell us how your film represents your vision as a filmmaker, and why we should support that vision by accepting you into Lancer's film program.
After that, the admissions committee will confer, and our decisions will be made by the end of the week.
Any questions? All right.
I'll see you all tomorrow night.
Break a leg.
Hey.
I'm Dan.
Antigone.
That wasn't so bad, right? What do you mean? I thought I was going to leave this meeting more nervous than ever, but after he went over the judging criteria again, I'm feeling pretty good.
Lucky you.
I mean, I can't seem to get last year's applicant films out of my head.
You know? They were so profound.
It just made me realize, when the judges say they care about quote, unquote, "story", what they're really talking about is deep thematic resonance.
And the film itself to manifest as art.
Thematic resonance, huh? I feel that my film already has all that stuff, but you never know.
Hmm.
You mind telling us what it's about? Well, I mean, without getting too into it, it's a meditation on identity.
Identity, cool.
Selfdom versus conformity.
I can totally see that working.
I have to admit, though, I decided to just let go and enjoy doing something I love.
I'm a huge Dogme 95 fan.
Lars Von trier, Thomas Vinterberg.
No props, no artificial lighting, no superficial action like murders.
Really forces you to focus on the traditional values of story, acting and theme.
So what's your film about, Dan? Um You know, I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Come on! We told you ours.
Uh, it's It's got zombies, ok? Oh.
Like, genre film.
Are the zombies metaphorical? Yes.
Zombies are a primal fear, you know.
They're programmed to destroy.
You can't reason with 'em, you can't trick 'em.
All you can do is shoot 'em in the head and keep deleting 'em one at a time.
Like spam.
Guys, we live in a world that is impossibly complex.
I mean, there's no way in heck you can see the big picture.
So all we can do is react to what's right in front of us.
Now the war against zombies isn't winnable, but it is manageable.
And isn't that just like life in modern America? SoThey're actual zombies? I really can't wait to work with you guys.
Especially you.
I'm gonna go finish editing my credit sequence.
This one's top film last year? I don't get this! - Boo! - Ohh.
Are you finished yet? Can I get a private screening? How about we grab some lunch? I am starving.
Lunch? It's still morning.
Oh, yeah, so it is.
Sorry, I've, uh, been up all night editing.
Um, what do you say we rustle up ourselves some coffee instead? Are you trying to avoid showing me your movie? I'm not going to show it to you, Savannah.
I'm not going to show it to anybody, actually.
What are you talking about? I've decided not to submit my film.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up.
What happened? You were so confident on set the other day.
Nothing happened.
It just I met the other applicants, and I watched the artsy fartsy films of the students that got in last year.
And, look, if these film puritans are never goingto get me, then there's no way in hell I'm going to give them the satisfaction of rejecting my application.
I get that you're scared, ok? But school gives the opportunity to learn without the pressure of the real world.
Savannah, I'm not scared.
It's just, I've decided I can still make movies without film school.
I mean, plenty of directors never even set foot in a classroom.
- So that's that.
- That's that.
You're making a huge mistake.
I'm going to get some coffee.
You sure you don't want to come? Ok.
Hey.
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
What are you doing hanging out at Wanda's? Ahh, Wanda went to work, so I thought I'd get a little peace and quiet.
Hmm.
So you finished your film? Oh, yeah.
It's finished.
It's done.
Congrats, Dan Patch.
Well Um, Marti? It's ok, I'm ok.
All right.
Out with it.
Mmm.
I warn you, it's heavy.
Who do you think you're talking to, huh? Look at that.
Over the years, when Wanda wouldn't really talk about Rex, I came up with all these ideas of who I thought he might be, you know? Oh, yeah.
What was it, one day he was a rock star, and the next, the coolest high school music - teacher ever.
- Yeah.
But no matter what I imagined he did for a living, I'd think most of the simple moments.
Mm-hmm.
Like riding in a car with him.
Or going to a concert.
We could talk.
We understood each other.
My dad thought the world of me.
Why wouldn't he? You know, if he were alive, I bet you he'd tell you exactly that.
Yeah.
See, Rex didn't die when my mom said he did.
What? Nope.
He just never came around because he cared more about getting high than he did about me.
Wait, what are you what are you talking about? Wanda finally leveled with me.
Rex wasn't just rough around the edges.
He was a serious addict.
Wanda left him To protect us.
To to protect me.
Told you it was heavy.
Whoa.
Man, I am really sorry, M.
I guess, at least now you know the truth.
And the truth doesn't change a single thing about who you are.
Yeah, but when I thought he was dead, there was nothing I could do to change things.
But knowing the truth I keep thinking there's, maybe there's something wrong with me.
Hey.
What, I wasn't enough to stay clean for or come back for? Hey.
Look.
Rex's mistakes are his mistakes, ok? It's got nothing to do with you.
Yeah, but that's the problem.
What is? He was my dad.
I I wish it was about me.
I wish I was enough for him.
Hey.
I got your text.
What's up? Oh, hey, can Is there any way you can get that cheating story killed? How'd you even know about that? Betsy told me.
No, look, if that thing goes, she plans to hand over the names of every athlete that's ever got a paper through her.
Oh, boohoo.
This is the first thing I've been excited about pursuing since I got to Lancer.
This could turn into a career down the line.
I'm sorry, but I am not giving it up.
And not for a bunch of lousy cheats.
And since when are you and Betsy friends? We're not.
Um I'm a client.
What? I got a paper from her freshman year.
I don't believe it.
You have an insane GPA.
Why would you even need to cheat? It's complicated, ok? Now can you do it? Can you kill the story? I can't believe you're making this my problem.
Look, I know, ok? I'm sorry.
Please.
You know what, I'm sorry.
You should have thought of the consequences beforehand.
I told Betsy talking to you would be a waste of time.
Alice, hey.
Kelsey, hi.
So my ex-boyfriend is a bit of a jackass, and he got himself mixed up in the whole cheating thing.
So can we just kill the story? Excuse me? Make it go away? Oh, Alice, you are awesome.
Right.
Just kidding.
Thanks anyway.
Marti.
Marti.
Mom, what's this? This was your father's guitar.
If he knew how much you loved to play, I know he would have wanted you to have it.
You kept it all these years.
I hid it tucked away in the garage.
You know, there's some things you, uh, just can't let go of when it comes to the people you've loved.
With your father, it was his music.
Another song.
Oh, that's not just any song.
I have had that put away in a very special place.
Rex wrote that the day you were born.
I've never seen him so happy.
He thought the world of you, Marti.
He did? You'll see when you play it.
Yeah.
Mom, he might still be alive.
At the very least He's alive through his music.
He loved you in the ways he could.
Thank you.
Hey, sexy.
You're coming with me.
Where we going? Movie date.
Come on.
Come on! This is seriously out of bounds.
You had no right to do this.
Ok, well, when a flyer gets mental, you sometimes have to give them a little push to get them out of the nest.
I'm not a flyer.
Nor am I a baby bird.
I've spent my whole life being judged, ok? I'm too religious.
I'm not religious enough.
My skirt's too short, I'm a prude.
I'm a clueless cheerleader.
If I change the way I live to avoid people's dumb opinions, I'd be seriously missing out.
You have to do what makes you happy.
That's for your movie.
They're screening it right now.
It is? Yes.
Please come watch with me, come on! It sounds like laughter.
The good kind.
Get out of here! Run! Run! Don't look so scared, everyone! We're not going down without a fight! But how? How are we going to fight back? We're completely defenseless! That's not entirely true.
My family voted Republican the last 29 elections.
Ugh.
Let's hear it for the Hellcats.
Yeah! I came to spread spirit and kill monsters.
And I'm all out of spirit.
Sis boom bah, mother Hellcats! Ahh! Hellcats! Punch it! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! What are we gonna do? We're gonna die, we're gonna die! Positive outcomes only.
Hellcats, formation! No, no, no! Yeah! How do you like me now, huh? How do you like me now?! Ahhh! Nice moves, baby.
Whoo! Yeah! Eat my spirit, bitch! - Who's next? - Whoo! "Feartown" Coming to a theater near you.
Mr.
Patch.
Would you please tell us how this vision of yours contributes to film as an art form? Oh.
Um Mr.
Patch? You didn't make your film for anyone but you.
Defend it.
Ok.
Well, uh, I guess it's pretty simple.
I love old horror movies.
I look at filmmakers like Val Lewton, John Carpenter, George Romero.
I mean, these guys were artists.
You know, "Night of the Living Dead" has been preserved in the National Film Registry for being culturally and aesthetically significant.
I mean, all the great classic horror films from directors like these, and I'm not talking about the torture porn that's so popular today.
You know, these films, they commented on real issues.
"Dawn of the Dead" was a satire of consumer culture.
The Original "Hills Have Eyes" was a critique of the Vietnam war.
Films like these can entertain people while still saying something important.
That, to me, is art.
I guess to answer your question, my film's about overcoming fear.
Something I learned a lot about through this application process.
Whoo! I wanted to play a song tonight written by someone very special to me.
Despite the fact that I hardly know him.
Take my hand I'll show you how to get up to the slide I'll be watching, I'll be waiting on the other side there will be time for everything let's sit a spell just now take my hand take my hand I'll show you how everything I've ever done has brought me back to here everything I have, I'd give to see the future clear and all this time, I'll face my fear stay right here right now take my hand take my hand show me how 20 times I've had my heart broke might have broke a couple, I guess but when you showed up, I swear my heart popped right through my chest here's how you tie a shoelace here's how you climb a tree here's what you need to things way better than me I'll be here by your side as God and time allow take my hand take my hand I'll show you how take my hand te my hand I'll show you how take my hand take my hand I'll show y how take my hand take my hand I'll show you how