I'd like to take over Glee Club.
You want to captain the Titanic too?
It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing.
You're not alone.
Let's pray.
-Will. Hi. -Hey.
You think this is hard,
try being waterboarded. That's hard.
I am honoured to be here to rededicate this theatre
the Finn Hudson Auditorium.
William, it is with your hard work
in his memory
that you managed to accomplish
something unimaginable.
McKinley High School for the Performing Arts
has become an overwhelming success.
A model for public schools that showcase the arts,
now being replicated all across the country.
Congratulations, Will Schuester.
You and your little Glee Club
have accomplished
something quite remarkable.
And now, without further ado,
it is my pleasure to introduce
the New Directions.
Sacrifices must be made.
This has been mandated at the district level, guys.
Studies show that the best way
to bring in alumni donations
is through a successful athletic department.
Specifically, a winning football team.
Who's this?
I'm Shannon Beiste. I'm the new football coach.
Spelled B-E-I-S-T-E. It's French.
I want you to get out of here.
Now.
Get out of here! All of you, get out!
-Hi, Emma. -Hey, Ken.
-Will. Hi. -Hey.
Bad dog!
Oh, my gosh.
I'd like to take over Glee Club.
You want to Captain the Titanic too?
I think I can make it great again.
There is no joy in these kids.
They feel invisible.
That's why every one of them has a MySpace page.
Sixty bucks a month.
That's what I need to keep this programme up.
And you expect me to pay it?
I'm certainly not going to pay for it.
I scoured McKinley's archives
and found this footage of the 1993
National Show Choir Championship
featuring a young, nubile William Schuester.
You're home early.
Deadliest Catch is on.
-What are you wearing? -It's a unitard.
Guys wear them to workout nowadays.
What?
I'm gay, Dad.
Please don't stop loving me, but I'm gay.
We good? I gotta go deal with this.
Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
Okay.
Who needs me?
Sue Sylvester?
I cannot thank you enough.
I can't tell you how much I hate those kids.
Do you know how demeaning it is
when they just turn to you and yell, "Hit it"?
You're supposed to know
what song they're gonna sing.
I'm free. Free!
-You're early. -Jeez!
Oh, Brad!
You scared the crap out of me.
Warn me before you talk.
I'm sorry, man.
-I'm having a bad week. -Tell me about it.
I can't stop playing online blackjack.
I owe thousands of dollars to some very sketchy people.
Why doesn't anyone listen to me?
I'm in 23 clubs.
I probably would have been prom king
if the school didn't have so many stoners.
And what's wrong with having a solid game plan?
My house is getting foreclosed.
-And get this… -Kitty, get in here.
Yes, Coach Sylvester?
I need you to change Robin's diaper
and then sing her a lullaby.
Preferably something
not yet butchered by the Glee Club.
Good luck finding one.
Porcelain, this is Kitty.
Kitty is my new head bitch.
She's like a young Quinn Fabray,
except she's not pregnant, depressive,
or in and out of a wheelchair.
You know,
our two little trophies look really pathetic
in there all by themselves.
I vote
we get the old ones
and put them back in there with them.
-Yeah. -Yeah!
Hello, sir.
-What's your name? -Jake.
Got a last name, Jake?
Just Jake.
Okay.
Well, show us what you got, Just Jake.
I cannot believe that Sue Sylvester
finally shut us down.
She won.
She actually won.
You guys are the Glee Club, right?
Hi.
I'm going to try out.
I'm a sophomore. My name is Marley.
Great. Well, lots of competition,
so good luck to you.
Sue Sylvester didn't win.
Maybe she took away Glee Club,
but she'll never take away what we had.
We were part of something incredible.
Hey, what are you doing?
Studying.
In the Study Hall? I think you're the first.
I've got to work twice as hard
as everyone else to do half as well.
I'm pulling a C-minus average since I got here,
and if I don't get it up to a B,
my parents are gonna make me quit football.
So, whatever it takes, you know.
It was more than that.
We helped each other
become better people in this room.
No one can ever take that away from us.
Top o' the mornin', Brittany.
Okay, first of all,
you look magical and amazing,
but I don't understand what you're saying.
So, if you want to make it in this land,
you really need to speak English.
Quinn texts and drives in every timeline, Artie.
Okay, why isn't she in it?
She died.
How?
Of a broken heart.
Much like her body, her spirit never recovered.
Yeah, I guess I'm a sophomore.
I've been home-schooled. But this past year,
I realized my best friend was my mom.
So I decided I wanted to get out
and experience the world.
She cut my dreads off.
It's true.
You guys sucked ass.
I'm sorry, and you are?
I'm Sugar Motta.
And I have self-diagnosed Asperger's,
so I can pretty much say whatever I want.
I'm, like, a diplomat's daughter.
Are you smiling?
-No, no, no. -Okay.
-Did you take it? -Mm-hmm.
Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones…
I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm your biggest fan.
I've been to every last one of your performances,
except West Side Story.
I boycotted that one because you two weren't
Tony and Maria.
Do you have any regrets?
Not for a second.
That feeling of relief I have now
of finally being who I've always wanted to be,
it's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I just…
I wish sometimes I wasn't going through it all alone.
You're not alone.
Oh look, we match, periwinkle.
-Yeah. -Get a room.
I can't believe we're the same anniversary now.
I can't… Wait, hold up. What was that?
Remember the power motto, girls.
It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing.
Yeah, you guys. We're in this together now.
Okay, you can count on us.
And I think we should make a pact
to celebrate our anniversaries together
every year for the rest of our lives.
Or maybe like every fifth year?
It's a little much every year.
Skype, we could Skype every year.
Sure…
Wait.
Let's pray.
You have to take a chance that he likes you
for real reasons,
and tell him the truth.
And then your relationship can really start.
Thanks, guys.
You're mostly super bitches,
but you're pretty cool too.
See, so many?
And look how pretty they are, Becky.
Wow.
Brittany, you're supposed to be in your wheelchair.
I lost it.
Are you a cheerleader?
It's so cool.
Coach, I'm sorry that I said those horrible things
to a horrible adult.
Oh, honey, I'm the one who's sorry.
I've been treating you like an unpaid intern
when I should have been treating you
like a paid intern.
But honey, there's still one last person I have to see.
-All right. -All right, babe.
In the dead of the night
Although we lie Close together
I feel like We're miles apart
It was this new transfer kid.
I saw him tapping his foot when we busted it out
in the courtyard the day before.
Every rose has its thorn
If we want to be great,
we need to be able to sing about hurt and loss.
And even if we can't relate to the specifics,
make them our own. So…
who wants to start with a country song?
Let's do 'She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy'.
Anything else?
I can pop and lock.
Not really what we're going for, Mike, but…
Noted. Noted.
I would like to propose
that we go in there and have our dance.
Well, I accept your proposal.
-What I'd really propose-- -Oh, just stop it.
Where'd you get that ring?
I think Mr Schue
is using irony to enhance the performance.
There's nothing ironic about show choir.
Remember that movie that Artie wrote for you
but you were too busy on your world tour,
so we gave it to me?
Well, it got into Sundance Film Festival.
No, Tina, I told you it got into Slamdance.
Also, big favour, Mercedes.
We want to use your songs for the soundtrack.
My name is Mercedes Jones.
Fingers crossed.
Please, this is Marc Jacobs' new collection.
Wait.
Okay.
It's time! We're all here!
-Hi! -Hey, Rachel!
Oh, no, don't strain yourself.
Please. I've been sweating my boobs off
at Tracy Anderson's for the past nine months.
This baby can have my body now,
but then, after that, Mama wants it back.
My name's Blaine.
Kurt.
So, what exactly is going on?
The Warblers. Every now and then they throw
an impromptu performance in the senior commons.
Tends to shut the school down for a while.
So, wait, the Glee Club here is kind of cool?
The Warblers are, like, rock stars.
Well, we got you some organic juice
from this special place in Tribeca.
Supposed to help the baby's brain grow.
Tina… C.
'I… kissed a girl'.
Wish us luck, you guys.
-Break a leg. -Bye!
Lionel Richie, huh?
One of my favourites.
Oh my god, you're Jesse St. James.
-You're in Vocal Adrenalin. -And you're Rachel Berry.
I saw you perform at Sectionals.
Your rendition of
'Don't Rain On My Parade' was flawed.
You totally lacked Barbara's emotional depth.
So when you get up there,
you stand up straight, you fake humility,
you cry only once when you talk about your dads,
and you give all the credit
to your incredibly talented director.
Well, he is pretty amazing and handsome
and has the best taste in women.
Here we are. You okay?
Making some new friends, Kurt?
Nominees for Best Actress are…
Here we go.
Hey, Finn, you still owe me that report on
qué hace en su verano pasado?
-What? -What you did last summer.
Almost halfway done with almost all of it, Mr Schue.
Finn and I are going to be working together as a team,
equal partners.
And we are not going to eat, sleep or breathe
until you've blasted through regionals
and earned your rightful spot
-at nationals. -Yes!
Hey!
Yeah!
Hi, my name is Rachel Berry,
and I'll be singing 'On My Own'
from the seminal Broadway classic Les Mis.
But I want to dedicate this award
to the person who's responsible
for getting me on this stage tonight,
and that is Mr Will Schuester.
Mr Schue always taught
to my strengths and not my weaknesses,
and he cheered the loudest when I soared,
and he picked me up when I was in a million pieces.
He taught me the one great thing that all teachers do,
and there are so many of them out there,
and that is being a part of something special
does not make you special.
Something is special
because you are a part of it.
Mr Schue, I love you so much.
To the boys and girls out there,
I just wanna say quickly before I walk off the stage
that dreams really do come true,
so thank you.