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The players are taking their seats. Slowly, Andrew walks in. Eyes the DRUMS. Takes a deep breath. He can do this...
Carl is seated in the alternate’s seat. The drum throne is empty. Just waiting for Andrew...
Andrew sits down. WE MOVE IN CLOSER ON HIM -- as he adjusts his seat, lays his music out, gets his sticks ready...
FLETCHER (O.S.)
Alright, gang.
Andrew looks up. Fletcher has just entered.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
“Whiplash”.
Fletcher eyes Andrew.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Neiman -- just do your best.
Andrew nods. Looks at the music. Counts in his head. He’s ready...
Fletcher CLAPS the band off. WHIPLASH STUDIO BAND REHEARSAL ANDREW #1, mid-tempo, far easier than before. Andrew’s doing well. Fletcher nods, smiles--
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Let’s see some fills.
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Andrew fills, rolling down the toms. Fletcher grins.
Andrew, seeing Fletcher’s grin, can’t help but smile. Getting into it now. The whole BAND building, his drumming growing more intense. He fills again.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Snap! We’ve got Buddy Rich here.
Andrew grins. Fills again. Accenting, playing a counter-rhythm. When he trips up. Comes in a hair late.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
(waving the band to stop)
Ok, little trouble there. No problem.
Let’s pick it up from 17.
Fletcher claps. Andrew plays WHIPLASH STUDIO BAND REHEARSAL ANDREW #2. Fletcher waves him to stop again.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Not my tempo. Ok?
Fletcher claps again. Then another wave for Andrew to stop.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Downbeat on 18. Ok?
He’s still soft, calm, warm. He claps again. Then, stopping--
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
The “and” of 4. Bar 17, the “and” of 4.
He claps off. Stops Andrew again, only seconds later.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
17, the “and” of 4. Ok? And you’re
rushing a little...
Andrew nods. Getting nervous now... Fletcher claps again. Stops again.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Not quite my tempo. All good, here we go.
He’s about to clap off when, out of nerves, Andrew hits his bass drum early.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
No -- ready?
Fletcher claps. Stops Andrew yet again.
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FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Sorry, you’re -- you’re dragging a little
now.
(Andrew tries to pull his seat up, getting anxious, flustered)
All set?
Andrew nods. Get it together... Fletcher claps. Stops.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
You’re rushing.
Claps again. Stops again.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Dragging.
Claps again. Andrew plays WHIPLASH STUDIO BAND REHEARSAL ANDREW #3, expecting another stop -- but it doesn’t come. Fletcher nods, as though now satisfied, then slowly turns around. Puts his hand on a spare chair. Looks like he’s about to sit down, when...
...like a flash of lightning he WHIPS up the chair and HURLS it straight at Andrew’s head.
Andrew DUCKS, as the chair CATCHES the top of the bass drum, almost toppling it over. An EAR-PIERCING CLANG OF CYMBALS, as Andrew’s sticks go flying and the chair hits the floor.
Then -- total silence in the room. Andrew is shell-shocked, beyond shaken, what in the fuck just happened???...
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
(as though discussing the weather)
Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair
at your head, Neiman?
ANDREW
I... I... I d--don’t kn--
FLETCHER
Yes, you do.
ANDREW
I... The...the tempo...
FLETCHER
Were you rushing or were you dragging?
ANDREW
I... I don’t... I don’t--
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Fletcher BOUNDS up to him, almost RUNNING -- suddenly beast- like, terrifying, veins set to BURST--
FLETCHER
Start counting.
ANDREW
(like a deer in the headlights)
...Five-six-seven--
FLETCHER
In four, damnit!
ANDREW
One-two-three-four...
Fletcher SLAPS Andrew on his left cheek. Then--
FLETCHER
Keep counting!!
ANDREW
One-two--
(another slap)
--three--
(a third slap)
--four--
FLETCHER
Was I rushing or I was dragging?
ANDREW
I -- I don’t -- I don’t know--
FLETCHER
Start counting again.
ANDREW
One-two--
(a slap on his left cheek)
--three-four-o--
(another slap)
--ne-two-three--
FLETCHER
Was I rushing or was I dragging?
ANDREW
R--rushing...
FLETCHER
So you do know the difference! If you
dare to sabotage my band I will fuck you
like a pig.
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FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Now are you a rusher, are you a dragger,
or are you going to be ON MY FUCKING
TIME?!?
This is a new Fletcher we’re seeing. An animal. But no one but Andrew seems surprised--
ANDREW
I--I’m gonna be on your time...
FLETCHER
(flips over a new sheet of music, points to the top)
What does this say?
ANDREW
260... Quarter note 260...
FLETCHER
Count a 260.
ANDREW
O-one-two-three-four...
FLETCHER
Jesus fucking Christ -- I didn’t know
they allowed retards into Shaffer! Do you
expect me to believe you can’t read
tempo? Can you even read music???
(points back to the music)
What the fuck is this?
ANDREW
A half-note...
FLETCHER
And this?
ANDREW
A--a dotted sixteenth...
FLETCHER
Sight-read this measure.
ANDREW
Bop-bop-ba-bop-ba--
FLETCHER
What are you, in a fucking a capella
group?? Play the goddamn set!!
Andrew plays the measure on the drums. Shaking, terrified...
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FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Now answer my question -- were you
rushing or were you dragging?
(because Andrew hesitates--)
ANSWER!!!!!
ANDREW
R--r--r--rushing...
FLETCHER
Dear God, is that a tear in your eye? Are
you one of those single-tear people? Do I
look like a double fucking rainbow to
you??
Andrew tries to hide his tear, mortified, wipes it, cowers--
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
You must be upset. Are you upset??
ANDREW
N--no...
FLETCHER
Oh so you don’t give a shit about any of
this?
ANDREW
No, I -- I do give a sh--
FLETCHER
So are you upset? Yes or fucking no.
ANDREW
Yes...
FLETCHER
You are upset...
ANDREW
I am upset...
FLETCHER
Say it so the rest of the band can hear you.
ANDREW
I am upset...
FLETCHER
Louder.
ANDREW
I am upset!
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FLETCHER
LOUDER!!!!!!
ANDREW
I am upset!!!
FLETCHER
You are a worthless friendless faggot-
lipped little piece of shit, whose Mommy
ran out on Daddy once she realized he
wasn’t Eugene O’Neill, and who’s now
weeping and slobbering over my drum kit
like a fifteen-year-old girl -- so for the
last father-fucking time, SAY IT LOUDER!!!
ANDREW
(tears pouring out now)
I AM UPSET!!!!!!
Then -- silence. Andrew hunches over the drum set, shaking, face awash in tears. The other PLAYERS just stare...
FLETCHER
Carl...
Carl silently switches places with Andrew at the set.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Start practicing harder, Neiman.
(then, turning to the band,)
“Whiplash”. Once more from the top.
He claps the band off. As for Andrew, he just sits behind Carl -- dazed, red-faced, and utterly gutted.
His first day of Studio Band is over.