The Gallows

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Could you make,

uh, a copy for us as well?

I'll have to figure out how

to do this when it's all done. I'm just...

Jean was not happy, because, boy,

was this thing expensive.

Oh, August. What shall we do?

Don't worry, Mary. He wants me.

He's coming for me and no one else.

Do you understand?

August, I'm frightened.

I know, Mary.

Art thou afraid?

Charlie's doing such a good job.

I am no more.

Yeah, I'm really surprised considering

the last-minute change, but it looks good.

Kiss me.

No, please don't.

Please don't do it, August. Please.

Do you know what they're doing

for the spring play, by any chance?

No, I have no idea. Uh...

They did a great job on the gallows.

For crimes against

the township of Bedford...

including robbery...

perjury...

adultery...

and fraternizing with a noble...

I hereby sentence you...

August Benjamin Rutherford...

to death...

by hanging on this 29th day...

Charlie? Charlie?

- Charlie.

- Charlie.

Oh, my God.

Grab him! Grab him!

Get a doctor!

He's not breathing! Get a doctor!

Lights up.

All right. Let's nail this, guys.

Heh, yeah.

Let's nail this, Mr. Schwendiman.

You got it.

Oh, August, you came.

Oh.

Don't worry, my love.

He's coming for... He wants me.

Project nice and loud

to the back, please.

- Come on, Reese.

- He wants me.

He's coming for me.

Is she gonna throw up?

Dost thou understand?

Thou...

Thou shall be safe here?

Oh, August...

for I am frightened.

Art thou?

Dig deep. Find those tears.

Not anymore.

Oh, what...?

Heh, dude.

August...

just give me one last kiss.

Is he gonna do it this time?

Here it is, bro.

Pucker up for that theater nerd.

- Cut.

- Oh.

- Reese.

- Yeah?

Nice job, dude.

- Pfeifer, great job.

- Thank you.

Everyone else, that was good.

God, she's obnoxious.

- A little more work on the lines, Reese.

- Yeah, you need to work on them.

You need a little bit more work

on them before tomorrow night.

- Yeah, take a moment right now.

- Oh. The play is tomorrow.

Just go over those pages again.

Wow. Jesus.

Oh, Reese,

you're breaking my poor heart.

Oh, this is good.

For those of you watching along at home,

that is why football players do not do drama.

Ryan. You're supposed

to stay in the booth.

No.

Hey, Reese.

Can I borrow your blouse? Heh.

Why, man? I need some clarity, bro.

Help me out here.

Isn't this embarrassing, dude?

Like, you're choking worse

than Charlie did.

Dude, they're gonna tear you apart

in here. Don't do it.

Don't bring the camera in.

This is more booby

than the girl locker room.

This isn't the girls'.

Who brings a camera into the men's room?

Oh, my God. Get that sh*t out of here.

That's disgusting.

No one wants to see that.

- My boy's gonna be a superstar.

- Yes.

- Look at those tights, Peter Pan.

- Are you serious?

- Why can't you just stay up in the booth?

- The booth camera sucks.

That's why I have my camera.

Besides, I have practice.

Come on. You could have done shop.

You could have done Home Ec.

You're wearing knickers, bro. Come on.

Reese. Knickers, dude.

- Stop walking. I'll find you, Reese.

- Hey, big shot. Get suited up. Let's go.

There's Miss Shannon.

Do you still have a husband,

Miss Shannon?

- Goodbye.

- Love you too.

And another one up.

Cassidy.

Ryan. Come on.

Cassidy. What are you doing?

Told you not to mess with this.

It's not a toy.

Don't "pfft" me.

So, what's it like being a drama techie?

- Such a b*tch. Are you kidding?

- Whoa!

What? If I had known

there was a drama requirement...

I love it. I love it.

I get to hang out with the most unattractive

girls. I'm late to practice every day.

- How's drama?

- Oh, how's drama?

- How is it with all your little drama buddies?

- At least I'm not around you.

- Are you trying to defend your drama buddies?

- Well, your mom.

- Hey, big shot.

- Yes, coach?

- Practice? Hello.

- Yeah, Ryan.

Let's go, big shot.

- There they are.

- There's your buddies right there.

They're not my buddies.

Take this. Take this thing, man.

Watch this.

Oh, my God. Oh, no.

It's up. It's up.

Go get the trainer.

- Nailed it.

- Vicious.

Right in the schnoz, dude.

- Yo, David, how you doing?

- Hey, what's happening?

- Working late tonight?

- You know it.

- Time for a vacation, huh?

- You guessed that too.

And here's the 1993 cast.

Just as geeky as now.

And there he is.

Charlie Grimille.

Unbelievably morbid that they still

have a picture of him up here.

Don't forget your costume.

Chris, turn off the cell phones, please.

In the drama room as well

as the theater. That's the rule.

Turn them off or be suspended.

No cell phone, okay?

No cell phones.

All right. Now, listen up.

Eyes forward, everyone.

Tomorrow night is the show.

It's been a long process.

- Not always easy, right, Pfeifer?

- Mm-hm.

Uh, especially not with the school board,

but we got through that.

But, um, I think we're gonna do okay.

Pfeifer, you had a couple of words

you wanted to say.

- Of course she has something to say.

- Thank you, guys.

First off, I would like you guys

to take a peek at the programs.

They're done and they are identical

to the 1993 ones.

- Oh, my God. Thank God.

- So thank you, Brittany, heh.

Thank you guys so much for helping me

make this show possible.

We've worked so hard.

We've had such a great time.

I feel so proud to be

a part of The Gallows. Um...

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