To Be Young, Gifted and Blank

  • Season 1, Ep 8
  • 07/05/1999

Mr. Noblet discovers that Jerri is a violin prodigy and ruthlessly grooms her to become the star he always wanted to be.

JERRI.

JERRI, YOU WANNA GOTHROW STUFF OFF THE OVERPASS ?

HEY, YEAH, WE COULDTHROW THIS OFF !

HEY, I KNOW WHERE WE COULDGET SOME CINDER BLOCKS.

WHERE ?

FROM THAT JEW--

OH, LISTEN ORLANDO...

I CAN'T SPEND ANYTIME WITH YOU TODAY

I HAVE TO GOPRACTICE THIS THING.

I WAS ALREADY BRILLIANT AT WITHOUT ANY PRACTICE.

WELL JERRI, OUR FRIENDSHIPWAS A LOT MORE SPECIAL TO YOU

BEFORE YOU BECAMESO... SPECIAL.

♪ CAT SCRATCH FEVER,RIGHT AWAY ♪

HI JERRI.

HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAYBEING AN IDIOT SAVANT ?

WONDERFUL,STEP-MOTHER...

MY LIFE'S GOING SO MUCH BETTERTHAN YOUR REAL CHILD DERRICK'S.

OHH, I JUST THOUGHTTHIS LITTLE HOBBY OF YOURS

IS STARTING TO CUTINTO YOUR CHORES.

CHORES !?I'M A CHILD PRODIGY !

WELL, YOU HAVE YOUR WHOLE LIFETO BE A CHILD PRODIGY.

RIGHT NOW YOU'VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO YOUNG LADY.

BUT MR. NOBLET SAYS THATI HAVE TO WATCH MY HANDS.

WELL, YOU CAN WATCH YOUR HANDSAS THEY BRUSH THE CAT'S TEETH.

SCABBIE'S TEETH !?

OOOOGH !!

( meowing )C'MON SCABBIE...

( cat growling )

JERRI, TODAY WE'REGONNA WORK ON

"BACHIANAS BRAZILIERAS #5"BY VILLA-LOBOS.

BUT FIRST WE--

GOD, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY.

NOPE ! NOPE ! NOPE !NOPE ! NOT THERE !

OWWW !

PLAY !

MY GOD, MY HANDS !

THEY'RE MY HANDS.

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE ?

WHAT HAPPENED !

I HAD TO DOSOME CHORES.

THAT IS IT, YOU ARECOMING TO LIVE WITH ME !

WHAT ?

YOU ARE BEYONDCHORES, JERRI.

YOU ARE A MUSICAL GENIUSAND I AM THE ONLY ONE

WHO CAN HELP YOU REALIZEMY DREAMS OF YOURS...

THE VIOLIN ISA PRECIOUS INSTRUMENT.

IT'S A GIFT FROM GOD THAT ALLOWS US TO TURN RAW FEELINGS

AND PERSONAL INFORMATIONINTO A VALUABLE...

( kids playing outside )

JERRI ?

JERRI !

( Noblet )THIS VIOLIN HASPASSED DOWN

A LONG LINE OFGREAT MUSICIANS, JERRI.

IT WAS MY GRANDFATHERS,THEN MY FATHERS AND FINALLY IT WAS PASSED DOWN TO ME,

AND I, IN TURN...

AM GOINGTO KEEP IT.

IT'S REALLY BEAUTIFUL.I KNOW.

THIS IS WHATYOU'RE GONNA PLAY.

IT'S MADE OF DRYWALL, ORSOMETHING, I'M NOT SURE.

BUT THAT'SNOT IMPORTANT.

THE IMPORTANT THING IS...

THIS ONE'S MINE...ALL MINE.

SAY JERRI, LET'S STRIKEA LITTLE BARGAIN.

YOU PUT IN ALL THE TIMEAND ALL THE HARD WORK NECESSARY

TO WIN THE TRI-COUNTY MUSICCHAMPIONSHIPS

AND I PROMISE IN RETURN,TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT.

JERRI...

HELLO CHUCK.

GEOFFREY.

YOUR LITTLE HISTORY FINGERSMUST BE ALL GOOEY,

FROM STICKING THEMIN MY MUSICAL PIE.

( snickering )

JERRI, YOU'RE GONNA BE LATEFOR ORCHESTRA PRACTICE.

WHY DON'T YOURUN ALONG.

BUT YOU KICKED ME OFF.

WELL, I'M KICKING YOUBACK ON.

STAY WHERE YOU ARE.

YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, GEOFFREY.

NOW SHE'S MINE.

JERRI'S NOT SOMETHINGYOU CAPTURE, CHUCK.

YOU'RE LIKE A BEAR TRAPWHO'S CAUGHT ITS PREY,

BUT DON'T BE SURPRISEDIF SHE GNAWS HER OWN LIMBOFF TO GET AWAY.

I DON'T THINK THAT'SGONNA HAPPEN.

OH, AND WHY NOT ?

HAVE YOU SEENHER TEETH ?

THEY'RE PRACTICALLY NUBS.

SHE'D NEVER MAKE IT THROUGH THE BONE.

YOU--

JERRI'S LIFE SHOULD NOT BEABOUT YOU, CHUCK.

IT SHOULD BE ABOUT ME.

SO THINK ABOUT WHYYOU'RE DOING THIS,

AND WHAT IT'SDOING TO US.

FLATPOINT HIGH'S OWN, GERALDINE ANTONIA BLANK !

( applause and cheering )

THERE SEEMS TO BESOME... PROBLEM.

UHHH, I'LL BE BACKIN A SHORTLY.

WHERE IS SHE, NOBLET ?

( no voice )

THE SCHOOL'S HONOR IS RIDING ON THIS.

( whispering )He doesn't know !

( audience )JERRI, JERRI, JERRI...

ALL RIGHT, SETTLE DOWNYOU JACKALS.

IT IS WITH DEEP REGRET,

THAT FLATPOINT HIGH'SRESIDENT SHOO-IN WILL NOT--

I'VE GOTSOMETHING TO SAY !

I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY !

I'M SURE YOU ALL CAMETO HEAR ME EXPRESS MY GENIUS.

BUT I'M NOT HERETO EXPRESS MYSELF.

I'M HERE TO SAY SOMETHING.

I'VE LEARNED THAT THE VIOLINIS AN EVIL INSTRUMENT

THAT TEARS PEOPLE APART.

IT TORE ME AWAYFROM MY FRIENDS...

IT TORE APART THE ODDLY CLOSERELATIONSHIP OF THESE TEACHERS

WHO ARE BOTH MARRIEDWITH CHILDREN...

AND MOST IMPORTANT,

IT TORE ME AWAY FROMMY DEAR, LOVING FATHER.

DADDY, WHEREVER YOU ARE,YOU WERE RIGHT.

MUSIC IS BAD, ANDI'LL NEVER PLAY AGAIN.

SO, HAPPY... NEW YEAR.

( violin plays )

DADDY ?

( violin again )

DADDY, YOU'RE PLAYING !

GIVE ME THAT,YOU TROLL !

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