[music playing]
THEME SONG: We never thought of finding
a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
You gotta learn something when we meet you after school.
I said jump, down on Jump Street.
Said 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.
When it was hopeless, a decision's what you need.
You better be ready, 'cause you're running out of time.
Say jump.
21 Jump Street.
[cheering]
NOREEN: Mom, would you give me a break?
I mean, come on.
I got to hear this every 10 seconds.
-What's the difference?
You only listen for one.
Come on, anorexia, dinner.
Real food, remember?
-OK.
Prehistoric.
Pack some fat around the old heart.
[music playing on stereo]
-Do we have to listen to that?
-She's your daughter.
-Yes, but she listens to you.
-Only for a second.
The rest is just white noise.
-Hey, Daddy.
Did you know Sherri's old man got busted for drunk driving?
Her mom went nuts.
-I don't think that's any of our business, Noreen.
Mr. Bommler is a client of your father's.
And I hope you don't call him the old man.
-Well, he is an old man.
-Of course.
Married to an old lady.
-I thought you didn't like Sherri anymore.
-Well, I don't.
But I think her old man getting busted is pretty neat.
-He didn't get busted.
Criminals get busted.
Mr. Bommler was arrested.
-[inaudible] out of his mind.
I saw him a couple of weeks ago, coming out
of that dump on Elmwood.
He needed a compass to find his own hands.
-So tell me, how's the clarinet coming?
-Ah, terrific.
You're turning boredom into an art form.
-Now Kenny, that's the same clarinet
your father learned to play when he was your age.
-Ah, yeah, must come in real handy
when he has to serenade some doofus into a whole life
policy.
-Just what is it about me that you don't respect?
-Nothing.
I just think the clarinet stinks.
-So does the meatloaf.
[screaming]
-Shut up!
Shut up!
Stay quiet, stay alive.
-[crying]
-Diane, please, do what he says.
Listen, we'll do-- we'll do anything you want.
Just don't hurt anybody.
What-- what do you want?
-Ask your little no-color choir boy, huh?
-[shout]
-You owe me six grand.
-Oh!
-Kenny, do you know these boys?
-Mom, please!
Look, guys.
I'll get it.
I just need more time.
-Get it?
Get what?
What is--
-Time's up.
There's a new Jag in the driveway.
Come on, give up the keys.
-Give him the keys.
Or we take little sister here to the prom.
It was nice meeting you folks.
Sorry we can't stay for dinner.
KENNY: Just forget it, will you please?
-I'm calling the police.
-No, don't!
-Stop!
They were gonna kill us.
-No, damn it, no!
-Kenny, what's--
-Please.
-How's he into this thing?
I am calling the police.
-You call them, and they will kill me.
[toilet flushing]
MAN: Never happen, kid.
Never.
KID: Why not?
MAN: Because cops ain't some kind of cowboy
that run into the middle of a shootout and sling lead.
Police work's a science now.
You got the computers.
You got your forensic.
And you got your wimpy public defender
who will spit your case out of court
and let you ask his client what kind of rosary
his mother used to pray for him on.
-Yeah, yeah.
I know.
But listen.
Let's say we get a call, a 415.
We got six guys with knives and chains
who are ready to do some damage on some cops, cops
who happen to be us.
What then?
-[belch] We leave.
-Get out.
[dispatch on radio]
OK.
But we can't, because they got some lady with them
and she's screaming for help, huh?
-We still leave.
-I don't.
-You do if you're with me, poncho.
I got six months left in this stage play,
and I'm not going up in smoke on a 415 for some little old lady
screaming for help.
My old lady screamed for help.
Big deal.
I take it to the movies.
-Is that what they taught you in the Academy?
-30 years ago there wasn't any Academy, just the streets.
You rode in the backseat of a black and white
for a week and a half, and you got to go to grade school
on a couple of guys who were trying to kill each other
or taking stuff that wasn't theirs.
It was simple then.
But like I say, police work's a science now.
From what I hear about you, the Academy
must have a new "John Wayne goes to cop school" cause.
Last two guys you rode with both ended up in the clinic
with busted noses.
Seems you like to roll in hot and kick tails.
-I don't want to kick tails.
-Yeah, you do.
Because with that baby face you got,
everybody's been kicking yours since the seventh grade.
I knew your dad.
He was a good cop.
One thing for sure, he was a hell of a lot
bigger than you are.
DISPATCH [ON RADIO]: One zebra six, code one.
-Well, maybe that's why I made such a good target.
-Yeah.
One zebra six, go.
DISPATCH [ON RADIO]: A 211 report
at 729 Sycamore, corner of Herman.
-One zero six rolling, over.
-Wait, wait, wait.
What about the tray?
-Forget the tray.
-[grunt] Thank you!
[sirens]
-You say you never saw these guys before.
-Well, no.
I'm in insurance.
-Well then, at this point, I hope that Jaguar of yours
is covered.
Because unless I get something to go on, it's going to be
[inaudible] and sold in pieces by tomorrow noon.
-He won't tell me anything.
He's locked himself in his room.
--[laugh] Last time he did that was when you wouldn't let him
go to the Eurythmics concert 'cause he got a D in gym.
What a star my brother is.
He can't even throw a baseball.
Hey, are you old enough to be a cop?
You look just like that kid in "Pretty in Pink."
-Yeah, but we don't let him wear pink anymore.
Attracts attention.
-Miss?
-Hm?
-Do you think there may be the possibility of your older
brother Kenneth having previous knowledge of the suspected
perpetrators?
-In other words, princess, did he
know these jerks who ripped off your dad's car.
-Oh, they said they knew him.
But I doubt it.
They were pretty hard guys.
Kenny's in the school band.
-Thanks.
Milk is fine.
I've got an ulcer big enough to have its own zip code.
Anyway, we let Clint Eastwood here drink coffee up
until 10 o'clock.
-Did you get through to him?
-He's scared, Bill.
-You're the one who just finished domestics, partner.
You're up.
Kid graduated top in this class at the Academy.
But personally, Bill, if Kenny were my kid,
I'd unscrew the hinges on his door and beat it out of him.
--[nervous laugh] Please forgive my partner.
He went to grade school in the back seat of a black and white.
Is your son a good student?
KENNY: Except when it comes to gym, yeah.
You flunk that, you don't get to go see the Eurythmics.
-Kenny, the police are here to help you.
-Yeah, sure.
-Kenny, get down here!
-Give me a second, all right?
Hi.
You're pretty scared, huh?
Did you know the guys that stole your dad's car?
-I won't tell you spit.
-It's not against the law to be afraid.
-So why don't you just leave me alone, all right?
-OK.
But what happens if they come back?
-Great work, doctor.
You got diddle in the splash can.
-He wasn't going to tell us a thing.
Why waste time?
Look, we turn it over to juvenile.
And they'll enroll Kenny and his old man
into a tough love program or something.
-Like you're the expert, right?
-Hey, pal.
Domestics.
Graduated top of the class.
Anyway, that kid was too scared to tell us anything
but what wasn't true.
-Three weeks in the field, and I'm
riding with the child counselor.
Here, let's see what they taught you about driving one of these.
And watch the potholes.
I got hemorrhoids too.
-You know, Charlie, maybe your old lady
should have you put to sleep.
-My old lady does put me to sleep, kiddo.
That's what makes the marriage work.
-Shut up!
And you do exactly what I tell you.
Open it up.
I said open it up!
-He has it!
Freeze!
Where's the rest of it?
Is that all there is?
Yeah, right.
CHARLIE: OK kid.
What do you think that's sticking a lot of kids
sideways?
-Drugs.
-Yeah, seems to be.
Figure he owes his dealer, and the guy came to collect.
[laugh] And I got a dime that says his old man won't even
file a charge.
Might make too much noise on the first tee.
-I mean, it might be drugs.
Could be anything.
But Kenny hardly looked like an addict.
-What did you expect?
Lenny Bruce?
Nowadays, you find more junkies in pro sports
than you do in a jazz club.
Make a not of where that kid goes to school,
and we'll turn it into the desk.
TOM: Okey-doke.
-Turn around.
-Why?
-The car back there-- I want to get a closer look at it.
And take it nice and easy.
-Be cool.
They don't know nothing.
-Everything OK?
-Yeah.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
-Positive?
-Yeah, what's the problem?
-Just wondered why you stopped for a green light is all.
-OK, John Henry, lights and sirens.
DISPATCH [ON RADIO]: Four units in the vicinity and one zebra
six, a 211 just occurred.
126 North Kensington.
Suspects are armed and in a late-model gray sedan
southbound on Roycrop.
-Roger the call, colonel.
-This is one zebra six to control.
We are in pursuit of an early-model gray sedan.
Vehicle is a Dodge.
License plate number is--
CHARLIE: Brevity is the key hear, kid.
In pursuit, wants and warrants.
Dodge low rider, two [inaudible] with 135, over.
Hanson, don't kill me!
Just keep them in sight, and remember my condition.
What are you, nuts?
-You said we're in pursuit.
I'm pursuing.
-Get off this one-way street, you
idiot, before you kill somebody.
[car horn]
Freeze!
All right.
Don't move!
Don't even blink.
Hanson, take out your gun.
All right, fellas Come on out now.
No fast moves, or you're history.
All right.
Come on.
Come on!
Put that piece on the hood.
Turn around and fall on the car.
All right.
Now spread your legs.
All right.
Cover them, Hanson.
All right.
Listen, I'm going to find a pay phone call in for a back up.
You're going to be all right?
-Yeah, why don't you just use the radio?
-Because I pulled it out trying to find something to hang onto.
Six months to go to retirement, and I'm
riding with Evel Knievel.
-What kind of merit badges they be giving to Boy Scouts
for this type of gig now?
-Shut up, punk.
-Oh, a tough guy.
You have some ID, son?
-This is all the ID I need, thank you.
[laughter]
-Yeah, I got one like that for being the best playground
model in school [inaudible].
-Hey, don't move, dirtball.
-Just a smoke, hottie.
Your grandfather's already got my piece.
-Hey, give him a break.
The kid's new.
-New enough to blow another hole in your head.
Don't move!
-I got to go to the bathroom.
[laughter]
-Donegan, what's going on with that backup?
-Maybe he died of old age.
[shouting]
[gunshot]
-Oh my god.
-Move it!
[fighting noises]
CHARLIE: All right!
OK.
I got him, I got him.
Get off.
-Keep him away from me, huh?
I feel like a child molester.
-Oh!
Oh, nice work, kid.
You're three for three.
Another broken nose.
-Hey, Crash Gordon.
Nice work, pal.
Gonna have to be deduct that black and white
for your next paycheck, though.
[laugh]
-Oh, hey.
Aw, I got a sinus problem, dog.
You think you could straighten it out for me?
-Funny stuff, Meadows.
CHARLIE: Come on, Mike.
-Hey, I'm telling you the kid's a liability.
I got pissed 'cause some punk ass [inaudible]
driver's license before he signed for a speeding ticket.
Didn't think Hanson was old enough to be a cop.
-Did Hanson throw the first punch?
-No.
-Of course not. 'Cause he's a good cop.
-[laugh]
-So he gets sensitive when some jerk pushes him
about how young he looks.
He'll get over it.
-Hey, who can wait?
He's going through noses in this division like a-- a Beverly
Hills plastic surgeon.
-Yeah, well yours looks better, Summers.
I'll tell the kid to send you a bill.
Come on, Mike.
Let's give the kid a break.
[door opening]
Hey, slugger.
-Sorry about the nose, Charlie.
-Would you forget it?
I'm Irish.
I get worse than this every St. Paddy's day.
-They find our unit?
-Most of it.
-Any suspects?
-It's worse than that.
Captain wants to see you.
-What a surprise.
-Listen, kid.
When life hands you a lemon, do as I do.
Make a martini.
-Thanks.
-Yeah, I know.
We are the the trouble lately.
Screw lately.
'Cause what I got lately is mostly
your trouble when you boys don't do the job.
Get it right, Lenny.
All right.
Take it to the chief.
-Morning, captain.
-Prima donna down at Vice.
All they want to do now is wear pink sport coats and drive
Ferraris.
How you doing?
-Oh.
When it comes to what, sir?
-When it comes to you.
-Lousy.
-[laugh] No kidding.
Look, there's really no other way I can say this,
so I'm just gonna say it.
I got to make some changes.
-I figured you were probably gonna say that, sir.
I only got about an hour of sleep,
somewhere between the farmer's report and sunrise exercise.
TV stinks that early, sir.
-Don't take it so hard.
During the Korean conflict, I got tossed out of the Navy
'cause they found out I was only 16.
Our side still won.
-I'm 21, sir.
-I thought you were 22.
Look, when one of my officers rolls in hot on somebody,
he's got to be able to control the situation-- him
and his partner.
They got to be able to scare the got out
of whatever scumball is messing up.
No offense, but sometimes you're not so much scaring them
as making them laugh.
-Donegan tell you that?
-Nobody had to tell me.
-Look, Tommy, even Sugar Ray Leonard
can't climb in the ring with Muhammad Ali
until he makes the weight.
It's like that.
I mean, you're good.
But-- well, if I keep putting you out in the field,
I'm putting my other men in danger.
Something goes down, we don't know
if the perps will get goofy.
No one will ride with you anymore, Tom.
You make 'em nervous, come in too punks, too ready.
Maybe too angry, I don't know.
Maybe too young.
-[ANGRILY] I'm not angry.
Not a lot, anyway.
OK, so what does this mean?
I'm out?
Terrific.
Six months at the Academy, now I can go manage a donut shop.
Or maybe when my face clears, I can
become one of those rent-a-cops who
checks proof at a teen club.
-Maybe.
But I got something else I think you'd be good for.
You want to stick it out, you'd be a hell of a cop someday.
-Just come back in 10 years.
-10 years you'll be too old for this kind of assignment.
Sit down.
Let me lay it out for you.
-What am I doing?
I don't even smoke.
-This department's got an undercover program.
It's the mayor's baby.
Nobody on the force knows about this except silver shields
and up.
It's called Jump Street Chapel.
Now, the reason it's called that is
because this particular undercover unit works out
of an old abandoned chapel on the corner of Jump Street
and Sixth.
Interested?
-Not yet.
-Every year, the department takes
younger-looking officers-- at least
the younger-looking ones we think can handle the pressure.
Teach them how to be teenagers again.
Then we sent them out to various high schools
where we can use a good man undercover.
-Kind of like, uh, "Fast Times at Bust Your Buddy High."
-Kinda.
-Yeah.
No, thanks.
See, I hated high school the first time--
you know, swimming in gym without trunks, health films,
not getting the girl you wanted 'cause
you don't wear groovy enough shoes.
And I don't think I'd get off cuffing some kid who
threw a spit ball at his chemistry teacher.
-I've had 11 homicides in high school since December.
-Look, I went to the Academy to go on patrol,
to be a police officer, like my-- to enforce the law.
-Tom, it's either this or I assign you to desk at Parkinson
or until you look old enough to be a cop.
-I am a cop.
-Hey, genius, why do you think I'm making this offer?
-[sigh]
-Think it over.
You know, I used to ride with your dad.
-I know.
-Be proud of what he did that night.
Hey, we catch those guys that lifted your black
and white, I'll, uh, I'll give you the collar.
-Give it to Donegan.
He's the one who got his nose broken.
-You got your dad's sense of humor, too.
[saxophone music playing]
[tape rewinding]
[beep]
TOM'S DAD [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]: Oh, hi.
This is Tom Hanson Senior.
No one is here right now.
TOM [VOICEOVER]: Hey, Dad?
I got it.
Wait, don't hang up.
Hello?
TOM'S DAD [VOICEOVER]: Howdy, sport.
Mom home?
TOM [VOICEOVER]: No, I had to go to school.
TOM'S DAD [VOICEOVER]: Why?
TOM [VOICEOVER]: I got into a fight with some kid.
TOM'S DAD [VOICEOVER]: Gee, Tommy, not again.
You shouldn't do that.
We talked about it.
TOM [VOICEOVER]: Even when he says my old man's a fascist
and all cops are pigs?
Mom's real mad, though.
She says I should grow up.
TOM'S DAD [VOICEOVER]: Your mom's right.
[music playing]
-Yo, everybody out the back door.
It's a bust.
Guess nobody told you to [inaudible] formal.
Doug Penhall.
-This is Jump Street Chapel, right?
-Only if you're Catholic.
Ioki here thinks it's a Buddhist temple.
Me, I think it's a synagogue.
You know, my mom's Jewish, which only
means I get to celebrate both guilt and Hell.
-Yeah.
You see, his father was a priest.
So don't play bingo with this guy.
He's a killer.
[phone ringing]
Oh, must be putting you on to infiltrate the student
council, huh?
-I doubt it.
Officer Tom Hanson.
-HT Ioki.
-H for Harry, T for Truman.
Guess what year his parents moved to the states.
-Yeah, and I'm named after the guy who
dropped an atom bomb on my house.
-Yeah.
Look, I'm here to see Captain Richard Jenko.
-[SHOUTING] Yo, Jenk!
You got to turbo charge your hair or something, Hanson.
You look like Richie Cunningham.
-[laughs]
-Hey, what's happening, man?
-Hi.
I'm here to see, uh, Captain Jenko?
-Yeah?
Far out.
-Is he here?
-Yeah.
MAN: Yo, autograph.
-Well, uh, could you tell him Patrolman Hanson is here?
I, uh, don't want him to think I'm late.
-Hey, you ain't late.
You like that sound?
[saxophone music playing]
-Not really.
-Me neither.
Praise God, hallelujah!
Maybe I'm saved.
Been a Deadhead since Woodstock.
-I didn't go.
I was only five.
Look, I've really got to check in with Captain Jenko.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, well, where can I find him?
-Hey, you're looking at him, Hanson.
I'm right here.
'Cept on Saturday nights I play lead guitar
with some bunco dudes in my garage band.
-You're Captain Jenko?
-Gets better, doesn't it?
Hey, can you believe that guy?
Huh?
He could squeeze more music out of a Stratocaster
than Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Alvin Lee
put together, man.
Jimmy was the best.
Too bad he had to throw it all away
on a short ride getting high.
-I'm not, uh, familiar with him.
Who did he, uh, play with?
-God.
Breakfast?
-No, thanks.
I'll grab an omelette later.
-Uh-uh.
No, you won't When was the last time
you saw a teenager have a cup of black coffee
and an omelette for breakfast.
Uh-uh.
From now on, it's potato chips, soda pop, french fries,
and pizza, man.
It's a Pepsi generation, sport!
[laugh]
-Don't call me sport, OK?
-Hey, pard, I'm your boss.
I'll call you anything I want.
Have a seat, sport.
[dispatch on radio]
Look, man.
While you were out in the field getting your butt kicked
by all the bad grownups, me and my guys here
we're training to do some real battle.
You see, the way I look at it, child is the father of man.
I mean, these bad grownups are coming from somewhere.
They don't just hatch that way.
That's why we're trying to yank them out
while they're still in high school, dig?
-Dig?
-Hey, spare me the rap about how I talk, OK?
-Yeah, I know.
You went to Woodstock, right?
-Right on, brother.
Now, we're about four weeks ahead of you hear, Hanson.
So I'm going to have to rush you through some of the training.
-What kind of training?
-Hoffs!
Gonna teach you how to be a teenager again, sport.
How does that grab you?
I'm talking about the bad kind, the kind that
gets into trouble.
The kind you're gonna have to be like
so's they think you're one of 'em, dig?
-Hey, Hoffs!
Wake up.
-Relax, relax.
I'm up
-Hoffs, Hanson.
Hanson, Hoffs.
-Hi.
-Jude, run this cat down to wardrobe
and see if you can take some of the cop out
of his presentation.
And for God's sake, do something about the Jack Kennedy haircut
too, will ya?
Go with what Officer Hoffs tells you, Hanson.
Been real, bro.
Stick with Hoffs here, and she'll hook us up
with a little field training tonight.
Later.
[whistle]
-Are you kidding me?
-Oh, so Jenks a little bit of a hang-on hippie.
Big deal.
Because when it comes to going undercover,
the dude is the best.
-[sigh]
-I'm Judy Hoffs.
Uh, that's OK, honey.
My people don't do that anymore.
-Oh.
Chip?
[music playing]
-It's showtime, folks.
Whoa, big deal now.
-OK, OK.
Who's the clown?
Hey, what do we got here, rock star or something, huh?
Come on, punk.
Come on.
You the wise guy.
-Yo, Jays.
Who do we got here?
Some kind of killer hippie?
-Peace, love, pal.
What tribe are you from?
-Extraterrestrial, man.
Like Pluto.
You threw that bottle at my van, didn't you?
-Hey, what if he did?
There's a whole crowd of us.
There's only one of you long hairs.
-Yeah, well, you got a point there.
-Hey, you better ease up on the dude.
Look like he got a lot of flower power.
-I hate flowers.
Come on!
Let's dance.
-Thanks, but, uh, you might step on my toes.
-Oh!
Non-violence, man.
Chief, don't hit me in the face. [yells]
-Hey, ease up.
Ease up.
I'll buy you a beer.
-[shout]
JENKO: OK, handsome.
That's your guy.
-Well, if that's the guy, why don't we
just take him in right now?
-'Cause all I wanted to do was make sure Penhall was cool
and ID the creep.
Gonna have plenty of chances to bust you.
You know what to do?
TOM: Yeah.
JENKO: Yeah?
What might that be, sport?
-I'm going to make a buy.
No big deal.
This isn't my first assignment, you know.
I was on patrol.
-Ooh, patrol.
Got to eat a lot of donuts, right?
Don't act like you do it all the time, Hanson.
I think it would be hard for you to buy a case of beer, man.
HOFFS: [laugh] Now you ought to talk, Ioki.
First time out, he bought a gram of baby laxative for $100.
-OK, cool it.
Now, here's what's going down, Hanson.
Now, your Penhall's cuz.
You've been around the block a few times.
So don't come on like Dick Clark,
or these cats will make you [inaudible]
faster than Gayle Sayers used to run for the Chicago Bears,
you dig?
Don't worry, we got you backed up.
Just remember, no bust.
The only reason we're doing this is
so you don't look like some geek the first time you
try to make a buy for real, comprende?
-OK, all right.
-I mean it, Hanson.
No bust.
-Yo, cuz.
Hey, my cuz is here.
Yo, Tommy.
This here is Jays.
-The guy you was telling me about.
-Mm-hm.
-Come on.
Your cuz says your cool.
What do you want?
-A lid.
-[scoff] A lid?
Where you from, man?
Omaha?
-Buffalo.
Freakin' place must be stuck in a time warp.
It's $200 an ounce.
You give me the money.
-I want to see if first.
-No, you don't look at it.
-For $200, I want to see it first.
-OK.
-Let me smell it, too.
--[scoff] Man, you must be from Omaha.
-What's your problem?
-No, thing is, uh, what's yours?
I think you're a cop.
-All right.
I don't need this, scumbag.
I can get my drugs from anybody.
-I still think you're a cop.
-Then pull the trigger.
-No, you ain't a cop.
Cops have to be old enough to drive after dark.
-You're going to have to learn how
to trust those instincts, Jays.
You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney--
-Horrific, horrific.
--one will be appointed for you.
-What the hell are you doing, Hanson?
-Making an arrest!
Suspect threatened to kill me.
But not until I made the purchase.
Open and shut.
Solicited sale, and we made the exchange.
Didn't we, Jays?
[ANGRILY] Didn't we, Jays?
-Hey, save it.
Save it, man.
What the hell are you going to charge him with?
Illegal sale of a pair of smelly socks?
-What are you talking about?
-What's this?
What's this?
Panama brown, huh?
Hey, why don't you save 'em, pal.
I like to wear the ones with the little turtles
on the ankle pockets.
He was burning you, pal!
[sirens]
Huh?
Good work.
Good work, Hanson.
Good work, man.
Good licks.
You just used up a punk we've been watching for six months
on an ADW, which will be knocked down
to brandishing by noon tomorrow.
Even a boot like you should know that.
-Take him in, Artie.
-Captain Jenko, look, I'm sorry.
I was--
-Hey, man.
Save it.
And please, don't call me captain.
-Look, I was just trying to do my job here.
-Trying to what?
Trying to cowboy the deal is what!
Make a big call or be a real cop.
And with you being a real cop, I've got to pull Penhall out,
because every punk that's been hanging with Jays
will be able to make him easier than Elton John in a hat shop.
Come on.
Let's get out of here man, like splitsville.
Good licks.
Good licks, Hanson!
[alarm ringing]
[engine stalling]
-OK, try that now.
[engine stalling]
-Nothing.
-That's a nice car you got there, Doug.
-It's not mine.
It's Hoffs.
-Really?
-Mm-hm.
-Really?
PENHALL: Yup.
Try it again.
-This is your car?
-What's left of it, yeah.
-Really?
-Yeah, really.
See, they were just all out of those purple Caddies,
you know, with the mud flaps and fur around the mirrors.
You know what I'm saying?
-Wow.
Must raise hell with your image.
Try it again.
[engine starting]
-Belt was stuck in the carb.
-What are you looking at?
JENKO: OK, let's run this down.
Hoffs, what's with getting an A+ on your book report
for "Catcher in the Rye"?
-Well, everything's pretty steady over at Bennett High.
I had time.
Might even make honor roll.
-Groovy.
You know, it's very unusual for honor roll students
to hang out with felons.
Like, watch your profile, Peaches.
Penhall, what's shaking with you, bud?
-I figure with Jays out of the mix and my cover blown,
I thought I could play golf for the rest of the semester.
-Yeah, well figure gain.
Bob Hope plays golf.
But don't sweat it, bud.
I'm sure we'll find a place for you.
Ioki, what's happening on the hill?
-Well, um, I got my dude set up at Cleveland
High for some quantity.
But I'm still waiting for clearance from that six grand
from Parket Center.
-Hanson, we're going to let you get
your feet wet at Amherst High.
Put you in there for a couple a weeks.
Hanson, you're a disciplinary transfer
from Wilcox with a suspected drug
problem and a very bad attitude.
Dig?
Everything you need to know is in this deal.
Read it carefully, Hanson.
And please, do me a favor.
Try not to blow your cover on the first day.
-Okey dokey.
JENKO: There's absolutely nothing
heavy going on at Amherst-- that we of.
So just, you know, keep your eyes open, stay out of trouble,
and remember, you're still in training.
PENHALL: Let's go do it!
[howl]
-Glad he's on our side.
[music playing]
-Sorry, boy.
But you can't park there.
-Oh, yeah?
I'm new.
I didn't know.
-Yeah, well, if you want to get old, you know now.
So move that ragged piece of tin.
I don't want it stinking up my spot.
Yo!
You don't want to park it there.
It might get hurt.
-Me or the car?
-You heard the man.
Move it!
-No thanks, man.
I'm trying to quit.
[crowd jeering]
[crowd cheering]
-Move it!
[crowd expressing astonishment]
[crowd shouting]
-You're dead, boy.
[crowd cheering]
-Break it up!
-Let them fight!
-All right.
Who started it?
-Started what?
The guy's a friend.
-That right, Tyrell?
[laughter]
Who are you?
-My name's Tom Bower.
I'm new here.
-You make a hell of a first impression.
Come on, who started it?
All right.
Both of you, Jake Shaffer's office.
Move it.
-Park the ride.
PRINCIPAL SHAFFER: Just minutes into the first quarter
on a Monday morning, I already go two players out at bats.
Gonna have to throw the flag on you, Tyrell.
Two weeks detention.
And I got to send a report in to your probation officer, too.
Now, he's not gonna like that.
Why'd he even make you park that Ferrari out in the bullpen?
You get your hands off me, boy.
Now you get out of here.
This is not a real impressive completion record, Bower.
Seems like at Wilcox High, you threw a lot of interceptions.
Real tough guy, huh?
[laugh] Oh, not to mention a couple notes here
about a whiff problem.
You know, when I was your age, getting up
for the game was a spiritual thing.
-I don't, uh, play a lot of sports.
-Well, we got a tough love program here at Amherst.
I expect you and your old man to make it tomorrow night,
or I throw you out of the league.
-Well, thank you, sir.
I, uh-- but my father works nights and can't make it.
-[WHISPERING] Make him make it.
MALE STUDENT: Come on, Waxer!
Leave me alone, man.
-You're gonna like it here at Amherst, boy.
You're gonna like it a lot if you like dying.
[theme music]