No matter what happened.
We would meet on the fifth day
of the fifth month of the fifth year of the new millennium.
At Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
'Somewhere over the rainbow'
'Way up high'
'And the dreams that you dream of once in your life go by'
MARILYN HOTCHKISS BALLROOM DANCING AND CHARM SCHOOL
'Somewhere over the rainbow'
'Bluebirds fly.'
'And the dreams that you dream of'
'Dreams come true.'
'Some day I wish upon a star'
'Wake up where the clouds are far behind me'
'Where trouble melts like lemon drops'
'High above the chimney tops. That's where...''
'...you'll find me'
'Somewhere over the rainbow'
'Bluebirds fly'
'And the dreams that you dare to, oh why...'
'...oh why can't I?'
Yeah.
It's back.
It's really strong today.
And I'm not the only one who smells it either.
My neighbour Timmy was over about an hour and a half ago.
He smelled it too. Loud and clear.
Right.
I had the pass control guys out.
They said there's no droppings.
No nothing to indicate the rats or squirrels, or anything have been peeing the walls.
I've had the plumbers out and the hardwood floor guys, the toxic mob people we need to come out, so...
You know what I'm doing now?
Baking soda.
I've covered the floor with a good solid inch and a half of baking soda.
Why?
Because it absorbs odour.
Other people who've had it, once come back as odours.
I was reading about it on the internet.
There's a story of a guy that...
I gotta go.
There's a guy who...
Frank. You okay?
Frank!
This is 911, are you reporting an emergency?
Yeah.
Car accident?
Yeah.
Red truck...
What is your location sir?
The road 99.
Just south the Germit.
How many cars invloved, sir?
Sir?
One.
Any injuries?
Bad.
Is the victim conscious?
I have an appointment.
Yeah.
I have an appointment.
This is very important sir, keep him talking until the MTs get there.
You're baker or you deliver it?
Baker.
Mostly.
I can figure a guy in a minute.
It's a skill that took me a lot of time to perfect it.
Your name Keane?
Keane, yeah.
You've been baking since 1903?
Oh, no.
Your father and his father.
And your father's father's father.
You are the entrepreneur who brought the business here.
I told you I could figure you.
My name is Steve.
Steve Mills.
No much for talker are you?
You have an appointment?
Yeah.
- You shouldn't move! - I gotta get out of here.
I made this appointment almost forty years ago and I wanna get there, one way or another.
Who with?
The appointment.
Lisa Gobar.
A girl.
Yeah.
You know
I can still see her face like it was yesterday.
I bet it's changed.
What?
Her face.
Or maybe not.
My wife was...
Tell me about the girl.
Lisa?
So you wanna know all about Lisa?
Yeah.
She had long blond hair.
And freckles.
And a little nose.
We were just kids.
When?
In 1962.
The Garman baseball cards still tasted good.
Kennedy was President then.
Nuclear testing, the red scare.
McDonald's only had a million served.
I was 12 years old and I hated girls more than liver.
I mean they weren't good at really important things.
They always lost in a cafeteria Hotdog Eating Contest.
Tommy Tanksley.
He could unhitch his mouth like a snake or something.
In a rope climbing they all got rope burn.
They claimed their hands were different than ours.
And they couldn't spit worth a damn either.
In an atomic explosion, class, look for this sign. It can be...
But worst than not being able to spit, not being able to climb rope
and not being able to eat hotdogs as fast...
...was that they were traitors.
Miss Parkinson, they're passing notes!
Smelly turn-up doo-doo.
Cheese cake, cheese dick.
Animal wiener word.
Boner baby with holiday sauce.
That's why Peter, my best buddy and I had a blood pact.
Swearing and making girls cry was the most important thing.
Cauliflower bottle of lugnut.
Crusty jello cheese dick.
The game was British Bulldog.
You had to run across the field without being tackled. It was fun!
It was like war.
We saw all the war pictures.
"Bridge over the River Quai."
"The Longest Day."
"The Guns of Navarone."
"Hellcats of the NAVY."
"Men in War."
"The War Lover."
"The Great Escape."
"Battle Cry."
"Porch up Hill."
Come on.
To most guys it was more than a game.
Kenny Dulin.
Come Dulin, hurry up you dickwit.
He was kind of an idiot.
The story had it, his dad was changing the wheel in the car,
and jack led out and the car rolled all over his head.
That's how come he was such a boner.
British Bulldog!
But this day was different from all the rest.
When suddenly something happened.
Something happened that had never happened in the history of British Bulldog.
Lisa and I want to play.
Lisa Gobar and Kate Collmary.
British Bulldog!
I'm injured, help me!
What about McNary? I can't see McNary!
Save me!
Screw you!
I didn't really mean to do that.
But it was war, right?
Just stop crying.
Look I'm sorry.
God, you didn't have to hit her.
That's how come girls don't play.
Don't you think you've had enough already?
We hate you!
Way to go, they'll never play again!
Come on, let's go.
Guys, want another round?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Buddy, I made this appointment almost forty years ago and I plan I keep it one way or the other.
You're here for the dance class?
Ayisha Lebaron.
I'm the sign-in Lady.
Name.
Frank.
Frank Keane.
Well, it's good to have you Frank.
You go on in.
Go.
Excuse me, is your name Lisa?
No.
Right.
Sorry.
I fell down the stairs.
That's crazy.
You fell.
I have to show it to you.
Do you wanna see it?
Let's go.
She's trouble.
The Hohomalo.
What?
Meredith.
Stay away from her. Or you'll be sorry.
Are you Lisa?
No.
Tina.
Nice to make your acquaintance, Frank.
You know my name.
I made it my business to know your name.
Right.
The first class can be a little bit overwhelming.
So hang tough and avoid that breath, honey.
She could stop traffic with that breath.
Girls on the pink line boys on the blue.
LeeLee.
Welcome everyone to Thursday Nights with Marilyn Hotchkiss.
As my beloved mother Marilyn can not be here with us this evening.
I will, with your permission, and by the grace of God.
Proudly conduct your class.
Marilyn passed away in 1978.
Tonight we have a new student. His name is Frank Keane.
Welcome mister Keane.
Tonight's class will begin with the review of the Lindy hop.
Most of you will remember this energetic rhythm dance
which incorporates elements of the west-coast swing and Charleston.
Those of you who don't, watch me closely.
Mister Ipswitch, would you care to assist me in demonstrating?
Mister Keane.
May I have this dance, sir?
Well go on now.
May I have this dance, sir?
Yes.
And rock step
triple step
rock step
triple step
rock step.
The Lindy hop was so named after Charles Linberg's flight to Paris in 1927
when the newspaper headlines read "Lindy hops the Atlantic".
Rock step, triple step, triple step, rock step.
In Harlem the Lindy hop was breaking out wherever people were dancing.
...triple step, triple step, rock step.
But it wasn't until the opening of the Savoy ballroom where the Lindy hop got its home.
Lift.
The Lindy hop got harder and harder as the people dance to the top Big Bens in the land.
And as the popular Saturday night competitions push good dances to greatness, new steps were born every day.
Yes, mister Keane!
Very good.
Good, mister Keane.
When it looked like it couldn't get any better
a young dancer named Franky Mussle created the first air steps and a Lindy hop...
One, 1935.
Two, the Lindy hop became.
Three, dance craze world wide jitter-bug.
Five, the dance appears in south.
Six, the original style.
Seven, will always be.
Eight.
The Savoy's style from Harlem.
And rock step, triple step, rock step, triple step...
Everyone pile up.
I can't dance.
Are you Lisa?
Natasha.
Lisa?
No, Linda Sue.
Are you Lisa?
Sally Ann.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, I can't dance.
Are you Lisa?
Where is Lisa?
Lisa.
You're Lisa?
Where is Lisa?
I'm sorry.
Are you sure you're alright?
Yeah.
You look tired.
I went dancing.
Yeah?
Yeah.
When?
Before work.
You went dancing earlier tonight before work.
Yeah.
Did you have fun?
No.
She'd want you to, Frank.
She'd want you to be happy, Frank.
We have a lot of bread to bake before dawn.
There you go.
Here. Got it.
Morning Baguette.
Margarita.
Good dog.
The usual, Frank?
Your frequent buyer card for every ten that you buy.
You get one free.
Business has been off.
Thanks.
A lot of women have hair on their upper lips.
Janet had hair on her ass.
Gabe, you're mad at her you feel that she's abandoned you, that's why you're very angry.
Rafael, I tried to do what you said. Stay with the positive. But I keep coming back to the ass whiskers.
Okay Gabe, let's put a pin in that.
Now Kip, did I hear you say that the odour went away?
Yeah.
I put her rings back.
Back?
In her drawer.
Had you moved them?
Only to the safety deposit box.
And you think that upset her?
Yeah.
Big time.
The house's stunk.
You don't think she wanted you to move her things.
You think she's trying to control things?
Yeah.
She was like that.
Like what?
Like you said, you know.
Controlling.
And you think she's carried over this behaviour into death?
Yeah.
How does this make you feel, Kip?
Scared.
Well get over it, Kip.
She's dead, okay? She's not coming back.
Not as a ghost, not as a stench.
She left.
She's gone.
If the guy smelled her, he smelled her.
At least he loved her.
And what's that supposed to mean?
You figure it out.
Matthew you have no idea what I feel. Okay?
I hear you bitching every week.
Oh, here we go.
Okay, we're putting our feelings on the table here and we're challenging each other.
It's hard to feel.
It's so...
It's so hard to feel.
Kip.
Okay.
Anyone else?
Frank.
I went to a dance class.
Did you and Rita used to dance together?
No.
Then why dance class?
A man gave me a ticket.
And did you enjoy it?
Frank.
I don't think so.
You don't think so.
Something happened.
What happened, Frank?
What happened?
I tell you what happened.
The guy's wife is dead.
And it hurts.
Bad, like a...
...like a nipping gut that rips a little bit more every time you move.
I'm talking to Frank, Blake.
Frank, what happened at the dance class?
I danced.
You danced.
Frank, what are you doing?
Hey.
You can scream and argue in here, you can cry and curse, and carry on, but you can't get out of your seat.
Unless you have to pee.
What's going on, Frank?
Are you okay, Frank?
Frank, I know no therapy that can work unless you are willing to talk
and to open up and to face your demons.
The Lindy hop.
What he said?
I don't know.
The Lindy hop got it's name in 1927.
After Charles Lindberg's flight to Paris.
When the newspapers beclaimed, "Lindy hops the Atlantic".
I didn't know that, Frank.
One, two.
One, two, three.
One, two, spin.
I tell you right now, if this turns in one of those West Hollywood things, I'm out of here.
You called in?
Yeah.
- A friend of yours, huh? - No.
And you was just passing by?
Yeah.
Hey you two, open the track.
He's gonna make it?
His body was cut in two.
You are the friend?
Yeah, he is right here.
Come here.
- I'm not a friend. - Just go talk to him.
- I'm not the friend. - Come here.
Keep talking.
He's talking, he's conscious.
We need him conscious.
It's the bread man.
Hey bread man.
Did you ever look back at your life and think how it might have been different?
Yeah.
It's a pity you only get one.
Some guys get a great ride, but for most of us
you can't help but wonder how it might have been different.
I know.
Yeah.
I believe you do.
Mister son of the son of the son of the son of the baker man.
Son of the son of the son.
I reached my fork in the road when my mom died.
I could have gone right, but I went left.
Spent the rest of my life wondering.
Where that right may have led me...
When did she die?
1963.
A year after you punched that girl.
Hey.
I did a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of. And if you beat me out, I'm all up to it.
Hitting Lisa was an accident.
No wait.
He got to do it. He's so big and strong.
Oh no.
See other retard.
Oh no wait.
And the only thing I got Thelodosis pull like fire and stuff.
Yeah, and he's got Mafia and...
What's Mafia gonna do, change sweater?
No he blows smoke though his nose. Whoever touches it turns to ice.
Hi, mister Cranwinkle.
Stay out of the roses.
We never really screwed up his roses.
We only threw his lounge furniture in the pool every once in a while.
Bye boys.
Cranwinkle was another real boner.
At the Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School
your sons and daughters will become the finest gentlemen and young ladies.
What is this?
This could be your son or daughter.
Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
Hometown USA.
Six o'clock.
Dinner time at the Johnson house.
Let's look inside. Shall we?
Etiquette, manner, grace, that is the real question.
Can it be learned?
Father, please pass me a fried potatoes.
What a geek!
Thank you sir.
You are welcome son.
Whip cheese.
May I have this dance, miss?
I'd be enchanted, sir.
At Hotchkiss even one night of training can change your son or daughter forever.
Hotchkiss of a common thread that separate the class from the middle class.
But can you stop my son from swearing?
I don't swear much.
Sure you do, you dickwit.
The swing.
And the razzle-dazzle.
Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
The cavalcade of graduates goes on and on.
Woodrow Wilson, Eleanor Roosevelt,
Busby Berkley, Linus Polly,
J.D. Morgan, Alexander Miller,
Donna Reed, Joseph McCarthy,
John Glenn.
John Glenn?
...and the 35th president of the United States
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy. - Chunky burps.
Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School?
It's good thing our parents aren't stupid enough to send us to that.
Mom please, don't make me go to this I promise I'll change!
It's 1952.
Kids don't go to Charm School!
Why mom, why?
Etiquette, Steven.
Steve!
I'll pick you up at nine.
Where's my jacket?
Get in. Come on.
It's in the pocket.
Get in, sir. Sit down right here.
You sir...
Left pocket.
You take it.
What?
You go in my place.
Where?
Hotchkiss.
No.
You'll make it.
It's tonight.
The fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year of a new millennium.
We promised each other that no matter what happened we'd meet each other.
You go, please.
Tell her I tried, I wanted to be there.
I should have taken the right turn.
At the fork.
Okay.
I think we should all take this moment to recognize the progress that we've made.
And to give ourselves a pat on the back.
Frank.
Would you like to start?
Well.
I cleaned out Rita's closet.
You tossed it?
Her clothes, everything?
Yeah.
Kip.
I myself am a cleaner and not a preserver.
And I say bravo, Frank, bravo.
Bravo.
Thanks.
Matthew.
For the rest of my life.
I will be able to describe to you the shape of the fillings in Mia's teeth.
But...
I didn't keep one momentum.
Not even her ring?
Not even her ring.
And that's good.
That's good.
You throw away your past.
And that's good.
Frank, how do you feel?
Good.
Will you go for me?
What happened next, Steve?
Did Peter have to go too?
Lisa. Was Lisa there, Steve?
Was Lisa there?
They were all there.
- Good afternoon, girls. - Good afternoon, ma'am.
That's right, sign right here.
You look lovely today. You look like couple of princesses or something.
Thank you.
Hello, young men.
Just sign right there.
Stay on the line.
Okay.
Look at you. Isn't it nice, sometimes to dress up in a suit and a tie and a white shirt?
Kinda.
Yeah.
Next.
Is your name on that list, young man?
All right, Steven.
Steve.
Thank you.
Well, look at you.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
to the Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
I am miss Hotchkiss, your teacher, instructor, friend.
Now, everyone repeat after me.
Good evening miss Hotchkiss. How are you?
Fine, thank you.
Now, shall we begin?
Gentlemen on the blue line.
Ladies on the pink line.
In my class you will learn some of the latest dance steps, the waltz, the swing, the cha-cha-cha.
This sucks.
In time you will learn my favourite the buck step.
And boys, when we are serving punch to our ladies be sure to keep your fingers out of the cup. It is very improper.
And ladies when the young gentlemen ask you to dance, dance with them even if you don't want to. It's only for two minutes.
Good evening. I am miss Hotchkiss.
What is your name?
Eric.
Nice to meet you Eric. You have beautiful freckles.
Good evening, sir.
British Bulldog!
Yeah!
Sorry about your eye.
Steven.
Steve, not Steven.
All right.
Good evening. What is your name?
I'm miss Hotchkiss. Nice to see you.
So nice to meet you miss Hotchkiss.
Hello Mike.
Kenny.
You will get your jacket and brassiere back after the class.
Just a minute, pal.
Meredith I'm afraid is off limits.
Frank Keane. And you are?
Not interested.
He thinks this is Michael Flately.
The lord of the dance.
He's not even Irish.
Girls on the pink line, boys on the blue.
LeeLee.
Welcome everyone to Thursday nights with Marilyn Hotchkiss.
As my beloved mother Marilyn cannot be here with us this evening
I will, with your permission and by the grace of God, proudly conduct her class.
Mister... Keane.
Would you like to assist me in a brief demonstration of the Lindy hop before we move on to the cha-cha-cha?
Yes.
LeeLee.
And...
Rock step, triple step, triple step, rock step.
triple step
rock step.
That's very good!
Alright.
Again.
And rock step, triple step, triple step, rock step.
triple step, triple step, rock step.
Excellent Mr. Keane!
Alright.
Rock step, triple step, rock step, triple step, rock step.
Excellent!
Very good.
Mister Keane!
Mister Keane, please.
Mister Keane.
Mister Keane, please.
I'm sorry.
Mister Keane.
You are disrupting my class, Mister Keane.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened, I just...
I just felt some...
I don't know what happened.
Dance is a very powerful drug, mister Keane.
If embrace judiciously, it can exercise demons,
access deep seated emotion and color your life in joy shades of brilliant magenta that
you never knew existed.
But, one must shoulder its challenges with intrepid continence.
If one is ever to reap its reward.
Are you up to it, mister Keane?
Yes, I am.
Very well then.
Girls to the pink line, boys to the blue line.
Let's dance. LeeLee!
And...
Thank you.
Hi.
I work over at the flight centre on...
on Colorado.
I bake bread.
Good night, Frank.
Good night.
Tough break baker man.
Do you really think he did it?
But I don't have any proof to it.
Why?
It's Meredith.
Do you think she is his girlfriend?
I think he hit her.
Shit man, maybe you should find another class.
Why not?
Dance is powerful, Kip.
I need to shoulder its challenges with intrepid continence.
If I'm gonna reap its rewards.
What?
Maybe we should have stayed at Pasadena?
After mom died we moved to Dallas.
My father couldn't stand it anymore.
The memories everywhere you look.
It's hard.
Memories.
You love them and you hate them.
I was very angry with her.
For leaving me.
I thought maybe she'd come back.
But she never did.
How did she die?
My wife?
Your wife.
She killed herself.
God, I'm sorry man.
Why?
I don't know.
But you never thought your game will end up like this.
No I didn't.
You got bread in that truck back there?
A few loaves.
What kind?
Twelve grate and french.
Nothing better than the smell of fresh bread.
Yeah.
She hated it!
The lonely nights with you away at work the menial offered of it all.
The provincial notion of a family tree.
I'd like to hear more of your story.
Why?
Too close for comfort?
Because it's not about me.
Steve, Lisa.
You danced with Lisa.
Lisa.
First I had to learn how to greet her.
Now ladies and gentlemen, let us practice our introductions.
- How do you do, miss? - Fine, thank you. And you?
Would you care to dance, miss?
I'd be enchanted, sir.
May I have this dance, miths?
May I have this dance?
Do I have to do this again, Mrs. Hotchkiss?
May I have this dance, miss?
Please excuse me for being so forthright miss,
but that's the most beautiful dress that you're wearing.
The waltz! Ladies and gentlemen.
Style. Form. Grace. Can it be learned?
Yes, it can.
Sy and I will now demonstrate.
- Cranwinkle? - What a boner.
- May I have this dance, miss Hotchkiss? - I would be enchanted, Mr. Cranwinkle.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's your turn!
Uh, no no no!
Mr. Cranwinkle, will you lead the gentlemen in a large circle?
And ladies, will you follow me in a small circle?
Oh, very nice.
On your toes ladies, very quietly.
Make big circle now.
Follow me, boys.
And now let's combine circles!
Smile! Think of the heads of gentlemen you're going to be dancing with.
And round and round we go. And let's dance!
Ah, keep the back straight, boy.
That's some shiner. Steve sure hit you good, didn't he?
Two, three, four.
- I didn't mean to hitting her. - Yeah, sure.
May I have this dance, sir? I'll lead.
Three and one.
Good morning Rita. Morning, Baguette.
Welcome to the Flight Centre.
We get you where you wanna go. Where do you wanna go?
- I'm looking for Meredith. - She's on a break. Up back.
Hi.
Hey.
Mind if I join you?
Nice suit.
- Think so? - Yeah.
LeeLee.
Welcome everyone to Thursday Nights with Marylin Hotchkiss.
As my beloved mother Marilyn cannot be here with us this evening,
I will with your permission and by the grace of God proudly conduct her class.
Amen.
- Where's her mother? - She's dead.
Tonight we have a new student. His name is Blake Rische.
Welcome, Mr. Rische.
LeeLee, Astra Concion cut number dous. Thank you.
Tonight we're going to attempt the Mirangae.
As many of you know the Mirangae is the national dance of the Dominican Republic.
This popular dance originated with slaves who were chained together
and therefore forced to drag one leg as they cut sugar-cane to the beat of drums.
Okay, let's begin!
LeeLee, the Marangae, s'il vous plait.
Mr. Rische, shall we?
Five six seven and drag together, drag together.
Back together, back together. Forward together, forward together.
Turn in place five six seven and
Drag together, drag together.
Drag back, drag front. Drag forward, drag forth.
Turn in place five six seven and...
I do not tolerate tardiness in any of my classes.
If you cannot come on time, please do not come at all!
I couldn't get out of work, miss Hotch...
Good evening, miss Morrison.
Blue line, Mr. Ipswitch.
LeeLee music, por favor!
All right everyone, let's dance!
- May I have this dance, miss Morrison? - Yes, thank you.
- I'm sorry about your truck. - You know about that?
And switch!
Six seven eight.
And switch!
- Randall did it. - Why?
He has trouble expressing his feelings. He gets protective.
He has inability to express his emotions, all that bounce him is rage.
He should get some therapy.
You don't understand.
And switch!
Drag that leg, cut that cane.
And switch!
I know what you're thinking, but Randall is not my boyfriend.
He's not?
- He's my stepbrother. - Stepbrother?
It's complicated.
And switch!
Either way he doesn't own you.
Pick your arms up.
I know.
Does he?
Thank you everyone, I expect to see you all here next week.
And until then remember what Jene Kelly always said:
Practice, practice, practice!
I warned you, bakerman.
You, let's go.
Mr. Ipswitch! For the last 72 years my mother and I have maintained the policy of
zero tolerance for violence in all of our classes without exception.
Your mother.
Your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother.
Go home, Mr. Ipswitch.
Go home and don't ever come back.
But I love this class.
Well you're not welcome here any longer.
I didn't see it coming.
But I should have.
I don't know.
Maybe I didn't want to.
Maybe I was just too scared or just too weak.
Don't blame yourself.
Anger is one thing, but guilt is a worthless emotion.
It's not the guilt. It's the emptiness.
Emptiness?
I have fear like... I'm drifted.
Endless monotonous ocean.
All my thoughts just blended together like water.
Water?
No phone, no definition, no beginning, no end.
Loss. Loneliness.
Two old pals of mine.
See the whole world just... slipping away.
To get to it, think about it.
Or you don't.
You know what you should do, but your mind screws with you.
And you wind up to on the wrong thing.
I had nothing at all.
Love always a ton of mess.
Maybe next time.
Next time. Will there be next time.
I hope so.
So...
- You don't eat meat. - No.
I don't eat anything... with a face.
Anything who's dying eye, might plead with me.
As its life has extinguished from my consumption.
- Is bread all right? - Bread is good.
How's that lip?
- It's salty. - I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I like salt.
You're a good man, how come you're not married.
I was. She died.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
What was she like?
I don't know.
I thought I knew, now I'm not so sure.
That's a thing that always gets me.
How much you don't know the people you know.
- Like Randall? - Yeah.
When we were kids we had a motorboat.
Or was that fishing boat?
But mostly James, Randall's dad used it for drinking.
If we were bad, or just bothering him,
he would thow us overboard and chase us with the boat.
Telling us to move our worthless buts.
- How old were you? - About six, seven.
You must have been terrified.
A couple of times I almost drowned.
- What about your mother? - She didn't know.
She didn't wanna know.
But Randall...
He just...
He feels guilty,
because he was older and that was his dad and...
He just couldn't protect me.
He's not helping you, you know.
Yeah, it's a sad part.
Sorry about your eye.
Hotchkiss is a cheesebush.
Chesterfield, 20 great tobacco and 20 great smokes.
Winston tastes good.
As good as a cigarette should.
- You like Marilyn Monroe? - I don't know, she'd kinda old.
But imagine her at school, right?
Oh, yeah!
I suppose there was this guy. And this guy, he had a best friend.
And he kinda like a girl. Would that make him a traitor?
- Oh yeah, he'd be rats! - Yeah, of course.
- I hate British Bulldog. - Me too.
- Kate. - Lisa.
Stop it I'm serious!
- Did you see John Lennon live? - Yeah, he is dreamy.
- I still kinda like boys. - Yeah, me too.
- I still kinda like Steve. - I still kinda like Peter too.
Good morning Baguette. I miss those licks, body.
You go girl.
Welcome everyone to Thursday Nights with Mary Ann Hotchkiss.
We have several new students tonight.
Kip Kipling. Welcome, Mr. Kipling.
Rafael Horowitz. Welcome, Mr. Horrowitz.
Matthew Smith. Welcome, Mr. Smith.
Gabe DiFranco. Welcome, Mr. DiFranco.
And Cameron McGee. Welcome, Mr. McGee.
Everybody got to dance with Lisa.
Except me. Even Dulin.
Dulin.
One more time.
- May I have this dance? - Yes, thank you.
Eighteen rounds of the cirlcle choice method later
I found myself in front of Lisa. But I had nothing to say.
Baseball trivia, nah.
I thought of something.
You know with your eye you kinda look like with tear to me.
It was an obscure reference to cigarettes. And she got it!
Sorry.
- You know, you dance well. - Thanks.
Time to switch. Circle up next dance.
Take a hike!
- May I have this dance, miss? - I'd be enchanted sir.
All right everyone, let's partner up.
Let's dance!
- May I have this dance, miss Morrison? - I'd be enchanted, Mr. Keane.
The waltz is a beautiful thing miss Hotchkiss.
- You may call me Mary Ann, Mr. Rische. - And you can call me Blake, Mary Ann.
Yes, perhaps I could.
This was my place!
I belonged here.
I danced here.
And I unlike you am a very very good dancer.
You took that away from me.
My passion, my respect, all of it.
You know because of you I'm behalf from the thing that I love most in this world.
My dance class.
Now where do I go? Hm?
Clubs? I hate clubs!
Mr. Ipswitch please.
It's for your tires. It's gonna cover it.
Miss Hotchkiss, you look really good tonight.
Very well then. Let's dance.
Look, I think I'll talk to him.
- Do you mind? - It's a free world.
Well maybe not so free.
- I'm sorry if I stepped on your toes. - You did.
I came here as a favour.
To find a woman named Lisa.
And to give her a message from another man.
- There's no Lisa. - I know, I never found her.
- I could have told you that. - But I did find something else.
Meredith?
Meredith, yeah. And as miss Hotchkiss put it.
Maybe even the way to exercise my demons.
Access some deep seeded emotions that colour my life
in shades of magenta I never knew existed.
I get what dancing means to you Randall.
I really do.
I'm gonna go back. I'll negotiate your return, you gotta promise me one thing.
You're never gonna hit Meredith ever again.
Or me. Or anyone else.
Okay.
Okay what?
I promise.
- Take this. - What is it?
You paid me too much.
Excuse me. Excuse me miss Hotchkiss, I'm sorry.
Randall's told me sorry. He's made his peace.
And now he wants to come back to the class.
Can we book this out?
Do you have something to say to me, Mr. Ipswitch?
I'm sorry miss Hotchkiss. I'm sorry I brought my baggage to class.
There are rules Mr. ipswitch in life just as there are rules in dance.
Those rules may seem arbitrary at times, they may seem impossible at times.
They may seem unfair.
They are rules nonetheless.
- And they must not be broken. - I understand.
Okay well then welcome back, Mr. Ipswitch.
LeeLee, music s'il vous plait.
Ah hell, for about two seconds there I was the BMOC.
- Let me lead you. - Wherever you want it sweatheart.
One two three, one two three.
May I have this dance ma'am?
I'd be enchanted sir.
- You dance well. - Thanks. So do you.
- One two three, one two three. - Divine.
I hate dancing.
I hate being charming.
Hate girls.
Hey Carrie wait up!
They're not so bad.
- You smell great. - Thanks Kip.
I like to think of my smell as a work in progress.
So you're like a Dead Wive's Club.
Well I don't think you could call it a club.
But all of your wives are dead.
No, unfortunately for me mine is still alive and kicking.
That's okay.
Number eight. All right, sign right here.
And keep your name right on the line.
Oh, what a pretty signature you have. Bye-bye.
- Come on you guys, go. - My mom wants me to sign up.
Peter?
My mom wants me to sign up too.
- Yeah, mine too. - What a bunch of geeks.
Here you go. Number nine.
You're a good man, Frank Keane.
I did it as much for me as for Randall.
One thing bothers me though...
- What? - What colour is magenta?
Reddish. Reddish purple.
- Well, did you like it? - No, Gees Louise.
- Well, did you sign up for next week? - Yeah, you wanted me too.
Gosh mom, what do you think!
- What reason is that for? - Just cause I want it.
For the fall 128 consecutive Fridays
I didn't miss one minute of Hotchkiss.
- May I have this dance miss? - I'd be enchanted sir.
McDonalds had sold billions and billions of hamburgers by now.
Kenny Dulin, he's still a boner.
And I still squeal a lot.
I've changed my mind about one thing though. Girls.
But I still hate liver.
Six o'clock, you got it?
- You'll go, right? - Steve, what if she's not there?
Ah, she's gonna be there.
What should I say to her, Steve?
Steve, what do you want me to say?
He's gone.
If you're selling religion, go away I'm an atheist.
I'm not a salesman, ma'am.
Whatever you're selling, I don't want any.
I'm sorry to bother you, I must have the wrong house.
- Who you're looking for? - Lisa.
- Lisa who? - Lisa Gobar.
Yeah, that's me. What do you want?
Are you the Lisa Gobar who went to
the Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School
with the guy called Steve Mills in 1962?
How do you know about the Marilyn Hotchkiss School?
The thing is you promised Steve Mills that you would meet him.
On the 5th day of the 5th month of the 5th year of the new millennium.
You were gonna meet him at the Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
I did?
- According to Steve. - Well, ain't that romantic?
What were we thinking.
An old bag Hotchkiss must be long dead by now.
Her daughter, Mary Ann. She teaches class now.
Well, guess I missed it then.
But Steve didn't make it either.
He would have done anything to be there.
But he died on the way.
He just wanted you to know that
it was very important to him.
The promise that he made to you all those years ago.
He was sorry he let you down.
Bye Lisa.
I have to tell you that...
- I have a... - It's okay.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
- I did something wrong. - No, no.
- You're sure? - Yeah.
Then why you're crying?
Cause I'm thinking I get 65 percent off for all excursions
to the Iberian Peninsula between September 15th and November 1st.
And I never have anyone to go with.
I'll go with you.
- Wait, that's Sampson. - Who?
He'll be here in a minute.
Bathroom quick!
Hey Frank!
- Hey Frank. - What?
What's going on here?
- I have company. - Here?
We were thinking of making an Italian Panatone.
I'd let Rita's ashes go.
Where?
Off Suicide Bridge.
Seemed appropriate.
I bet she's happy to be out there.
Hi, I'm Sampson.
I heard you had a craving for Panatone.
Yes, I did.
You've come to the right place then.
- This is Meredith. - Nice to meet you, Meredith.
- I bet you're a dancer. - Yeah, I guess.
- It's fate. - Yeah right, fate.
- It's too perfect. - Nothing's perfect, Mills. Nothing.
They can let me out of here with 24 hours to spare.
If I drive straight through, I can make it in by three.
Get me time to shower, shave, score some clothes.
Couldn't be more perfect.
Yeah, but you're not allowed to leave the state.
Did I ever tell you this story?
Only about four thousand times.
And man let me tell you it is one boring fucking story.
What? Cause nobody gets shot?
Or laid.
We made a pact.
That no matter if we lost touch.
- No matter if we got married. - Or if we got thrown in jail for armed robbery.
No matter what happened.
We would meet on the 5th day of the 5th month of the 5th year of the new millennium
at Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.
Do you really think that you made such an impact
that after fourty years some chick is gonna hold her ass
to Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School just to see you?
Yes.
- You were that good when you were 12? - I know. But you watch.
When Lisa and I see each other,
all time will dissolve away between us.
There'll be a new beginning for me.
A fresh start.