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I believe that is...

- I need to look at the music. -it's right here.

Yes, you are upset.

One, two, one, two.

Hey. Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Not quite my tempo. Connolly.

...whose Mommy left Daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill.

I'm gonna keep pursuing what I'm pursuing.

What the fuck you doing?

One and two and...

Four words you will never hear from the nfl

You never earned anything. You are a self-righteous prick.

Were you rushing or were you dragging?

then why the fuck didn't you say so

Faster. Faster.

All Connolly ever was to me was incentive for you.

Bob Ellis on the drums.

Trombone, bar 24. The and of two.

But is there a line?

Cool. Okay, well...

That's been your problem the whole time? The desk height?

Why would you do this to me?

Yeah, I mean, it's not for everybody.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

Hey. Come on. Please, come on. You're still open.

Don't you know I would never let that happen?

That there is nothing in the world more important to me than you?

- He just laughs. -So how's the drumming going, Andy?

What are you doing?

And I would stop you from doing that?

...from ever becoming Charlie Parker. -No, man, no.

And his opinion means a lot to you, doesn't it?

Bye. I'll see you later. Bye.

- Well, hey, listen-- -I mean, come on.

- Trav got named this year's MVP. -That's fantastic, Travis.

...like a fucking 9-year-old girl.

Bar 17, the and of four.

Jackson, congratulations, you're fourth chair.

Five, six, and...

But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with...

My dad says that I have-- I have trouble making eye contact.

I told you about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?

Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

So for the final father-fucking time...

Yeah, that's my boy.

No, I applied to a bunch of schools, Fordham let me in.

Not quite my tempo.

I'd give anything to be there again this fall.

Okay, why don't you just tell Fletcher that I'm coming, you motherfucker?

I do not intend to start losing.

TRY ME YOU FUCKING WEASEL

Five, six, seven...

Now we're gonna slow it down a little bit.

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

Everybody remember, Lincoln Center use these competitions...

I'd give anything to be there again this fall.

You just tell that little fucking redhead I'll-- I'm gonna be there, okay? Fuck.

Hey. Don't fucking touch my folder, man.

Tune the set to B-flat, then turn my pages.

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

Cool. Okay, well...

Okay. Well, I guess maybe I'll see you guys there.

Why do you you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Fergie?

- Are you driving, man? -No.

Yeah. Well, I don't know. He saw me play today.

All right, let's get to work, ladies.

- Good morning. -All right.

- I gotta get my sticks. -No, stay away from the car.

...or are you gonna be on my fucking time?

We're gonna stay until I find a drummer who can fucking play in time.

...whatever, now might be a good time.

I go to Fordham.

Perfect, Connolly. -Oh, my God.

They'll make great school board presidents.

If your ass is not on that stool with your own sticks in hand...

That's your idea of success?

I need the music. It's my memory, I need visual cues.

About jazz, my charts. Because of that, you're gonna start to resent me.

Yeah. It's all right.

Don't worry about Fletcher. He's more bark than bite.

When did you become a fucking expert on what I can do...

Do you think that I would let him put my son through hell...

All I wanna do is give you both a crack at it, all right?

...than good job.

- Answer! -Rushing.

- I'm upset. -Louder.

To make sure Terence Fletcher is never allowed to do this to another student.

- He didn't do anything. -What is wrong with you? It's over, okay?

All right, everybody, from the top.

And I've thought about it a lot, and this is what's gonna happen.

Hey, look, you-- I can play these charts.

Start practising harder, Neiman.

You're rushing. Here we go.

I left them in the car. I'll be right back. Five minutes.

Okay, maybe a bug flew in my ear.

I can still fucking see you, Mini-Me!

Bob Ellis on the drums.

I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them.