17x08 - The Director's Cut/Crime and Consequences

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♪ Every day when you're
walking down the street ♪

♪ Everybody that you meet
has an original point of view ♪

(laughing)

♪ And I say hey ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful
kind of day ♪

♪ If we could learn
to work and play ♪

♪ And get along
with each other ♪

♪ You got to listen to your
heart, listen to the b*at ♪

♪ Listen to the rhythm,
the rhythm of the street ♪

♪ Open up your eyes,
open up your ears ♪

♪ Get together
and make things better ♪

♪ By working together ♪

♪ It's a simple message,
and it comes from the heart ♪

♪ Believe in yourself,
for that's the place to start ♪

♪ And I say hey ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful
kind of day ♪

♪ If we could learn
to work and play ♪

♪ And get along
with each other ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful
kind of day ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful
kind of day ♪

Hey!

Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa...

(bell ringing)

Oh, there's nothing like
the first day on the set.

Coffee.

Script.

Pen.

Cut lines , and .

Bobby, I need you to be angrier
in this scene.

You've lost everything.

You're a man on the edge.

Meryl, you're doing great.

But say your lines faster
and stop touching your hair.

Are you in this film, kid?

Huh?

Oh.

No, sorry.

I just...

I'll come back later.

Relax, we're not filming
just yet.

Tufton Sinclair, director.

I know.

You directed
my favorite movie ever:

Flight of Dreams:
The Tale of Pietro Pigeon.

One of my best.

It tanked at the box office,

but it was honest
and beautiful.

You've got good taste, kid.

Thanks.

Could you...?

You want my autograph?

Usually people just want
the stars.

Let me guess:
you're an aspiring director.

Um, I don't know.

Maybe.

I love making up stories.

Well, if you're working
on a project you love,

it's the best job
in the entire world.

All right,
places, everyone!

Let's make a movie.

And... action!

MUFFY:
So which video camera
would you like to borrow?

The Ultrazoom Zoltrex SL-

or an Okita
with a magnachrome pixelator?

Uh...

Which is better?

Beats me.

I haven't opened
either of them.

Uh...

That one, I guess.

I'll get you a bag.

What do you
need it for, anyway?

I'm going to make a movie.

Really?!

Can I be in it?

Um, well... (clears throat)

I'm not sure there's a part...

Okay, I'll produce it.

Did you see the film
I made for Matt Damon?

It was a short, and Matt Damon's
lawyer's assistant loved it.

But I don't need
a producer.

It's just a small...

Of course you do.

Movies just don't make
themselves, silly.

Besides, I've already
invested in the film.

You have?

(clears throat)

Yay!

This is going to be so much fun.

Now, you let me focus
on all the details;

just make sure
it's a great story.

Whoa, look out!

I'm comin' at ya!

Now I'm going back.

Now I'm comin' at ya again.

Now I'm going back.

Comin' at ya.

(clinking)

GEORGE:
Wally, cut it out.

This isn't a -D film.

I'd like another take.

Here, let me help.

I should get used
to your camera anyway.

It's pretty different
from mine.

MUFFY:
George, over here!

Meet your crew.

My crew?

Your cameraman.

Your actor.

Your stuntman.

And your adorable
little girl.

GEORGE:
Huh?

Trust me, every movie needs
an adorable little girl.

But you haven't even heard
my story yet.

I know.

And we're dying to.

Okay.

Wow me.

Well, it's kind of
a fairy tale.

There's this kid
who lives in a village

and he doesn't have any friends,

but he loves taking long walks
in the woods.

(birds chirping)

One day, he's walking along

when he runs into
this old woman,

who's actually a witch.

She says she'll make a friend
for the boy,

but only if he promises
to bring her a red rose

on the exact same date
next year.

The boy agrees.

And the witch creates this
other boy from a pile of wood.

The boy has an amazing time
with his new friend,

who's just like a real kid
except made out of wood,

but then the year is up

and he's forgotten
to get the witch a rose.

He tries everywhere,
but he can't find one.

So he and his friend go back
to the witch to explain things.

But she doesn't want
to hear it.

She takes her wand out
and turns the boy into a statue

and his friend
back into a pile of wood.

But the boy's friend
isn't just wood now.

He's known what it's like
to be a person.

He has feelings.

He gives the witch a splinter.

(screams)

And then rolls onto her foot.

And while she's hopping around
in pain,

she drops her wand
right on the pile of wood.

The wood forms into a hand
and grabs the wand.

He releases the boy
from the spell.

The witch tips over
the cauldron,

starts a fire and escapes.

The house goes up
in flames.

The boy gets out
just in time,

but he only manages

to grab one stick,

and he carries that stick around
for the rest of his life

because he knows that somewhere
locked inside that hardwood

is his best friend.

(clapping)

I love it.

George, I know I speak
for the whole crew when I say

we are honored
to make your movie.

Thanks.

Great.

Now, let's talk about
the ending.

Huh?

GEORGE:
He should seem small at first,

but then I'd like to see
his face close-up.

D.W.:
All right, everyone!

Places!

Action!

Boy, I sure wish
I had a friend.

Hi...ya!

Oh, no!

A ninja!

Take that,
Lonely Village Boy!

Surrender, Forest Ninja!

(grunting)

Cut!

What are you doing?

There's no ninja
in this movie.

Well, yeah, there is.

See?

It says, "Enter Ninja."

I added that.

I just thought we should have
a little action here.

I think
it really works.

It's so surprising.

BUSTER:
That looked great!

Let's do it again
just so we have it twice.

Well...

Okay, so long as it doesn't
take up too much time.

This is where you first
meet the witch,

so you should be afraid,

but kind of curious, too.

Okay?

Action!

I've never seen
this house before.

I wonder who lives here.

I do.

Sparkles, the Adorable Witch.

(gasps)

(laughing)

Cut, cut!

Where's the black cloak
I gave you to wear?

It smelled like mothballs.

But I need you to look like
a witch, not a princess.

And your name is
"Grizzelda."

"Grizzelda"?

I can't say that.

It's too hard.

You just said it.

George, George...

Let me handle this.

D.W., you're doing great.

And you can wear
whatever you want.

That was "handling" it?

How was that "handling" it?

A happy actor will give you
a better performance.

Isn't that more important
than what she's wearing?

BINKY:
We're out of sandwiches.

This ninja's hungry.

They'll be here
in a second.

Go to the deli and pick up
two ham and cheese

and two tuna fish.

But, but...

I'm the director.

George, remember
whose camera it is.

Now hurry.

We're wasting
precious daylight.

(sighs)

This has been the best year
of my life.

I've never really had
a good friend before.

I know the feeling.

Even when I was part of a tree,
all the flowers ignored me.

Oh, no!

The rose!

GEORGE:
Cut!

That was great!

Did you get it?

(laughing)

You aren't scary at all.

GEORGE:
Buster!

Huh? What?

Are we ready?

Just a sec...

Uh-oh.

(camera beeping)

Battery's dead.

(gasps)

One little rose.

Is that too much
to ask for?

Why didn't you
write it down?

I should have sent
the ninja.

I think it's pretty funny.

Yeah, but I didn't want
to make a comedy.

TUFTON SINCLAIR:
Mind if I join you two?

Huh?

Oh, Mr. Sinclair.

Of course.

I was just, um, practicing
a... a talent show.

You don't have to explain.

I take Preston everywhere I go.

Ah, the Zoltrex SL- .

Pretty fancy camera.

You making a movie?

I was.

I borrowed it from a friend,

but I think I'll give it
back to her tomorrow.

No one listens to me.

I know the feeling.

A director needs a lot of help,
but it's still your story.

You have to put
your foot down sometimes.

I'm not very good at that.

Well, have you tried it yet?

Well...

Then how do you know?

I'd like a chicken sandwich
on toast with butter.

No mayo,
and hold the chicken.

He'll have a tea
with lots of honey.

George!

I had a great idea
for the end.

What if the witch
has a song...

No!

But audiences
will love it and...

I don't care.

This isn't a musical.

George, need I remind you
whose camera it is?

(sighs)

You can have it back.

I don't want it if I can't make
the movie I want to make.

Hah!

Well, good luck.

We'll see how far you get
without me.

Come on, everyone!

This movie's over.

Well?

It's not as good as Muffy's,

but you can borrow
my camera if you like.

Wait!

Maybe we can come
to some sort of compromise.

Buster, as head
of the craft services

you're in charge of food.

I want plenty of juice
and snacks for everyone.

Thanks for helping
with the music.

(playing clarinet melody)

D.W., get everyone
in place.

Places!

Places!

GEORGE:
Wally, you're not
in this scene,

so I want you
to be quiet.

And... action!

I wonder whose house
this could be?

I will give you all
that you want, my dear.

Your wildest dreams.

But for a price!

(cackling evilly)

She's perfect.

And now...

Today we're going to be working
on making decisions,

just like George.

He was the director.

Ms. Chester formed some
committees to make decisions.

This is the math committee.

MS. CHESTER:
You're going to work together
as a team

to choose four games.

Each of us will write
one game on the board.

I think that will work.

And then assign people
to the games.

It's fair because we each get
to pick a game we want to play,

and then we'll assign partners
for each one.

The committee picked the games,
and now we're playing them.

MS. CHESTER:
So the next activity that we're
going to work on is writing.

Whatever you decide,

that's what we're going
to work on as a class.

STUDENT:
We were having a discussion.

I think we shouldn't do poetry.

I think we should do
autobiography, maybe.

We could easily
write about yesterday

when we opened the door
and there was a fire alarm.

All you can do is vote.

We the writing committee

have agreed that we will write
about yesterday

when we walked into the building

and there was a fire alarm
that immediately went off.

(students cheering)

This is the recess committee.

I think we should have
free play.

I agree.

The recess committee decided

that we would play
free play.

(class cheering)

MS. CHESTER:
Our student of the day

is Stephen.

I'm going to have you decide

which line order
we should line up in.

First name backwards.

Z for Zachary,
V for Valentina,

S for Sophia.

So the first letter of the
alphabet is A and the last is Z,

so it'd be backwards

so the Z would be first
and A would be last.

A for Anna.

Making decisions should be fair
and it should be fun.

And now...

(feedback squealing)

Testing, testing.

Good morning, class.

Every year, we give out
the George Lundgren Award

to that student who has been
the nicest all year.

And this year,
the award goes to...

George Lundgren?

What? Me?

This is such a shock.

(class clapping)

You deserve it.

Thank you, thank you.

I don't know what to say.

There were so many other
more deserving candidates...

Knock it off.

You know you're the nicest kid
in the school.

That's why they named
the award after you.

(police sirens)

POLICEMAN:
George Lundgren.

We know you're in there.

The cops!

(door opens)

Easy there, Mooseboy.

You're under arrest
for being mean.

Cuff him, Caroline.

And the dummy, too.

BUSTER:
There must be
some mistake.

George is the nicest kid
in school.

Just look
at his ribbon.

Nice, huh?

You wouldn't say that

if you knew
what he'd done.

Tell him, Big Horns.

I'm afraid he's right.

I am guilty.

Take me away, officer.

(gasps)

Relax, George.

It was just a bad dream.

If only that were true, Wally.

(sighs)

ARTHUR:
Wow! I can't believe
we actually made this.

The cars even rock.

Careful!

It's really fragile.

BINKY:
Big deal.

It's just a bunch
of toothpicks.

MUFFY:
You wouldn't say that

if you had worked as hard
as the rest of us.

GEORGE:
Binky contributed, Muffy.

Remember, he gave us
that toothpick.

Yeah, and it was holding
my sandwich together.

I lost a tomato
because of that thing.

I can't wait to see
how it looks at the fair.

Mr. Ratburn said
they're putting it

right underneath
the real Ferris wheel.

Why?

So the little mice
can ride on it?

(chuckling)

Come on, Binky.

What do you think, Wally?

I think there's
a diner somewhere

where all the customers
have food stuck in their teeth.

Check this out:
the cars even rock.

(gasps)

No...!

(ripping)

Huh?

ARTHUR:
George?

We have some bad news.

It's about our Ferris wheel.

(gasps)

Yeah... that.

Well, I was just...

It's destroyed.

But they caught who did it.

What?!

I knew Binky thought
it was a goofy idea,

but I don't know why
he had to destroy it.

Maybe he was still upset
about that tomato.

It must have been an heirloom.

Binky?.

But he...

Was caught red-handed
this morning in shop class.

He's in Principal Haney's
office right now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes,

but we just cannot tolerate
such behavior in this school.

Hello, George.

Is there something you wanted
to talk to me about?

Yes, Mr. Haney.

It's...

Well, you see, I...

Let me guess: you forgot.

(laughing)

Happens to me every day.

If I didn't write
everything down, I'd just...

Oh dear.

I'm late for that
bake sale meeting.

(humming)

I know what you're
going to say,

but I didn't break
the Ferris wheel.

I believe you.

I came to tell you that...

And when I find out who did,
I'm gonna twist them into...

What did you just say?

Uh, I believe you.

I mean, it probably
just fell over, right?

Uh-uh.

It was on the floor all the way
at the other end of the table.

Someone broke it,
all right.

But it wasn't me.

So why does everyone think
you did it?

I was standing right
over it this morning

when the shop teacher came in.

(gasps)

I had a piece of bacon
stuck in my teeth.

I thought there might be a
stray toothpick lying around.

Now I have to stay
after school

and clean up the shop
classroom for a week.

I'm never eating bacon again.

I'll help you if you want.

Why?

It wasn't your fault.

Um, well,
I guess it just seems unfair

that you got blamed
for something you didn't do.

Okay.

Boy, you really are nice.

It's weird.

(sipping)

Thanks.

BINKY:
George!

Look at this.

I don't remember that
being there yesterday.

We probably didn't see it.

It's just a little piece
of fabric.

I've seen this green
somewhere before.

I bet this belongs
to the real criminal.

I've got it!

And then,
as you were running away,

you tore your shirt on the vise,
leaving this behind.

Case closed.

Okay, okay, I admit it.

I broke the Ferris wheel.

(crying theatrically)

No, you didn't.

I know.

But Binky's
such a good interrogator,

I felt the need
to confess.

How did you know
he didn't do it?

GEORGE:
Because...

because the green
of the shirt he's wearing

is completely different
from that piece of fabric.

Aw, you're right.

But I did take your juice box
in first grade.

Oh, boy, it feels so good
to get that off my chest.

And then
in second grade, I...

(sighs)

Well, I guess we'll
never know who did it now.

(with French accent):
Ah! But Watteau thinks

there is more to this case
than is meeting zee eyes.

Fern?

What are you doing here?

I am not Fern.

I am zee great detective
Virgule Watteau.

And you are
my sidekick Bastings.

So, Monsieur Binky,

I hear that you believe
you have been framed, no?

Yes.

Can you help us,
Fern-with-a-funny-accent?

Zee name is Watteau.

Virgule Watteau.

And yes, she will help you.

Come to my office.

Yes, très intéressant.

Can you tell us
who it belongs to?

No.

Okay, that's that.

Boy, am I tired.

FERN:
But...

I can say this:

zee material,
it is very cheap.

And zee stitching
is sloppy,

amateur.

No, it isn't.

I mean, you can't tell.

It's just a piece.

The whole suit probably
looks much better.

How do you know it's a suit?

May I keep zis?

I would like to run
some tests on it.

Okay, if you think that will
help the investigation, Whatso.

Watteau!

Zee name is Virgule Watteau!

FERN:
Bastings?

Is everything okay?

You are acting...

un peu strange.

Me? Strange?

I'm not acting strange.

Why do you think
I'm acting strange?

Do I look like
I'm acting strange?

No.

But your accent.

It is very American.

Oh, that.

(in British accent):
Righto.

Didn't even notice.

Well, cheerio.

Hmm...

WALLY:
George, I'm disappointed in you.

It's time for you to fess up
and apologize.

I know.

I feel terrible.

I'll tell Binky tomorrow.

Binky?

I was talking about me.

You ruined
a perfectly good suit.

You can't tell Binky
the truth.

He'll twist you into a pretzel.

GEORGE:
I don't care.

I can't stand feeling guilty
all the time.

Can I stay in the sock
drawer tomorrow?

And then I kept covering it up.

Anyway, I'm really sorry.

I'll tell Principal Haney
first thing Monday morning.

Well?

Are you angry?

(doorbell rings)

Hi, George.

Detective Wattles called me.

She wants me to meet her
at the fair.

Want to come?

Uh...

Great.

Let's go.

BINKY:
She should be here
any minute.

She told me she knows
who did it.

(George sighs)

Binky, I have something
to tell you...

PRINCIPAL HANEY:
Hello, boys.

Enjoying the fair?

Oh, you're probably waiting
for an adult

to take you
on the Ferris wheel.

Um, actually...

It's no trouble at all.

I've been on it
four times already

but I just can't get enough.

Here we go!

I just love Ferris wheels,
don't you?

Didn't always, though.

I used to be terrified
of them.

But then I took up
tight-rope walking,

and before I knew it...

I did it!

I broke the Ferris wheel.

Seems to be running
smoothly to me.

No, what I mean is...

What he means is

that he broke his streak
of not riding in Ferris wheels.

Right, George?

Oh, congratulations.

If you boys want to go again,
just give me a holler.

Why didn't you let me tell
Principal Haney?

You've always been
pretty nice to me, George.

And, well, I haven't
always been that nice to you,

so I'm returning the favor.

Oh, you also have to clean up
my room for a month.

How long have you known?

I only figured it out
last night

when I remembered where I'd seen
that color green before.

Wally.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get you
in trouble.

And you could've gotten
away with it, too.

But you fessed up.

That takes guts.

FERN:
Mes amis.

I am sorry
for zee tardiness.

But Watteau,
she has solved zee crime.

Zee breaker
of zee Ferris wheel is...

Him!

You see?

Zee green.

It is zee same
as his jacket.

Ingenious, no?

Eh, who cares who did it?

It's a beautiful day
and we're at a fair.

Let's go on
some rides, Bateau.

Okay, time out.

It's Watteau.

Why is that so hard?

If you don't get it right,
I'm not playing anymore!

♪ ♪

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