- Your son ruined everything! - My son is a star!
Calm down, Linda, calm down.
He's the future Neil Patrick Harris!
What? Neil Patrick Harris is way more talented than Gene.
Quiet down, everyone!
Thank you.
Now, there's a lot of parents
and children waiting out there
that came to see the fall musical,
but it seems that we have
some conflict going on here.
Luckily, conflict Me.
So I'm going to get out my peace pad
and we are going to process this mess
and put it to rest.
Now, who wants to tell me what happened?
I'll tell it!
Well, hey, why does he get to tell it?
Because he's my beautiful boy, that's why.
Yeah, and you're just someone's dad.
Yeah, my dad.
People, please! Gene...
It started with the school announcements...
Attention Wagstaff student body.
The fall musical is coming up,
and we're not doing Grease again.
I can't! I'm not doing it!
For this year, we will be accepting
student submissions for an original production.
So, if there's anyone out there
- who's creative... - Me.
- Talented... - Me!
And musically brilliant...
Me!
...this is your big chance.
Also, today's lunch is tacos.
Tacos?!
This is the best day of my life!
Shirt rip!
- You guys! - This is it!
I can finally unleash
my passion project on the world!
Are you talking about...
Die Hard, the Musical!
You've been working on that one for a while.
Yeah, ever since I saw Die Hard and said, why is no one singing?
Why is no one dancing?
What's wrong with Hollywood?
Uh-oh. Who's got a necklace in her mouth,
is smothering, and like-likes you?
- Mom? - No, Courtney.
Oh, no.
Hey, Gene. Ooh...
Okay, she wants you back.
I'll handle this.
Look, Courtney, I know you want to get with this.
Okay? But honey...
It's a mess.
I mean, what are we even looking at here?
Uh, no, I don't want to get back together.
This is about the musical.
I bet you're doing the Die Hard One, right?
He let me read it when we were dating.
That's it, Courtney. Just remember the good times.
Anyway, I'd love to be in it.
And I've been taking a hip-hop dance class...
I my am Courtney I am...
I like to give... and I go to the...
I... ho ho, and this...
the ho ho, and now I'm done.
So, yeah.
First of all, I love it.
Second of all, no.
Only because I want my play to be good.
I totally get it.
That dance was horrible, and I'm really annoying.
Anyway, bye!
- What? - I didn't say that.
But I think I captured the spirit of your words.
I am not annoying.
Well... Yeah, you are.
Yeah, it's bad.
Well, I remember it this way.
May I be in your Die Hard musical, please?
No! I like tacos!
Yeah, that sounds like Gene.
Yep.
Anyway, along came the day
we were all supposed to submit our plays...
So what's your fall musical about?
Leaves.
* Red, yellow, orange and brown *
* They're on the tree then they fall down. *
Good...
Wait, who's in there now?
* I've got the passion of a woman *
* Looking for her start
* And the only thing bigger than my hair *
* Is my heart!
And that's just one of the amazing songs
from Working Girl, the Musical!
Courtney! You stole my thunder!
No, I didn't.
So it's just a coincidence
you took a beloved movie from the 1980s...
some say the sassy sister film to Die Hard...
and set it to music and lyrics? Thunder thief!
I'm sorry, but that keyboard is adorable.
Did you rescue it from a shelter?
Nice one, Daddy.
Well, where'd you get your keyboard, Doug,
the Too-Big Keyboard Store?
Enough keyboard insults.
Gene, it'll be your turn in a minute
and we can hear what you've got.
You'll hear what I've got, all right.
Because it is very audible!
Nakatomi, Nakatomi, Nakatomi, Nakatomi,
Nakatomi, Nakatomi, Nakatomi...
Okay, I'm gonna stop you there.
But I haven't even... It's fine, don't worry.
Thank you.
Peter, you can come in now.
Ready to catch my fall musical?
It's fall, y'all!
Ms. LaBonz, did I mention that I know Carly Simon,
the artist behind the Working Girl
and "Let the River Run,"
and if we do our play, she'll come to the show?
We're doing Working Girl!
- Yeah! - All right!
- Aah! - Oh.
Oh, my poor baby!
- My baby. - Lin, not so hard.
Can we please stay focused here?
We absolutely can, Mr. Frond.
Let me take over.
You see, being the generous soul that I am,
I had to step in and help a brother out.
Louise, why are we in the boiler room?
I want to just go home and crawl into bed
and have a good, long dutch oven cry.
Buck up, Gene.
It's like I scream into my pillow
every time I don't get a horse on my birthday:
There's always next year!
Guys! There's a secret boiler room
in the back of the boiler room that no one knows about.
I think, in the olden days,
they used it as the faculty opium den.
Great. So why are we here?
We're here because this room
happens to be under the very auditorium
where Working Girl, the Musical is gonna be performed.
Then this is where I want to die!
No, listen! You're gonna put on
the guerilla-slash-protest production
of Die Hard, the Musical on the same night, in here!
It's the perfect way to stick it to Courtney,
right in her thunder-stealing face!
It's brilliant!
The symbolism!
We'll be up-staging her from down-stairs-stage!
No, what's brilliant is
we're going to charge five bucks a head.
Wow! What a considerate
- and lucrative solution to Gene's problem. - I know!
You're the smartest person in the whole world!
I know!
Louise is the best!
What?
What's taking so long? Waiting is gross.
Yeah, the show must go on!
That's a thing, right?
Well, Gene, you violated school rules
by entering the prohibited secret boiler room...
Yup.
You decided to put on a guerilla-slash-protest play
- the same night as the fall musical... - Amazing.
Things are not stacking up in your favor here.
Do you want the whole story or not, Mr. Frond?
Oh, my God, every word. I could do this all night.
So things were really coming together...
Okay, we got the musical, we got the venue.
Now all we need is the actors.
Right. Do you know Sir Ian McKellen?
No. - Crap.
Hello, Courtney. Cool piece of paper.
Gene, if you're here to try out
for Working Girl, the Musical, you're too late.
I'm posting the cast list right now.
But I suppose I could work you in,
as like a really stupid stapler
or a desk or something.
I'd be an incredible stapler!
But don't even worry about it,
- 'cause I'm putting on a pl... - Weight!
He's putting on a lot of weight,
not being in any plays or talking about other plays
that could get him in trouble.
Oh, right...
Oh, well, good luck with your weight gain.
Looks like you're almost there, bye!
Thank you.
You guys, I'm secretary number one!
Eat it, two and three!
Yay!
- Aw, man. - Come on!
Well, Mom, I guess I don't have the dashing good looks and charm
of a medium-young Harrison Ford.
I think I've found our cast.
May I present the People that Didn't Get Cast
in Courtney's Play But Still Want to Be in a Play Players.
Yep, did not make the cut.
I guess I'll have to win an Oscar for wrestling.
Is it because I can't not sing like Mariah Carey?
* I can't help it.
- We stepped on each other's lines. - We stepped on each other's lines.
Miss Merkin, what are you doing here?
I've played piano for the Wagstaff Musical for 24 years.
Then Doug comes in and pushes me out!
Well, how are you with a Casio?
I think I can manage.
Oh, wait. We still need a girl
to play Holly Gennaro McClane.
- So I guess that's you? - Oh, no way.
I'm that blond bad-ass guy or nothing.
Fine, then it's Tina. Where is Tina?
* I'm Katherine Parker
* And I'm super rich
* And soon you will find that I'm quite a... bleep. *
Okay, so I betrayed Gene
by being in Courtney's play,
but I have a perfectly good explanation.
* I'm a business man with a business plan *
* I need a business woman with some business hands... *
So, yeah.
Oh, God.
But your characters don't even end up together!
We're all allowed to interpret the movie differently.
No, they definitely don't end up together.
Eh, to each his own.
No, they really don't.
Well, comme ci comme ?§a.
All right, well, now you're just saying words.
C'est la vie.
Anyway, it was the day before the big show.
Some of you might call it yesterday...
See you at my play tomorrow night.
I wrote a play, we're doing it tomorrow, see you there.
Where? Wait... You hear that?
It's the sound of me having a play
and you not having one! It sounds like,
* Yeah, I have a play and you don't have a play *
* I have a play, you don't have a play... *
Aah! I'll show you, Courtney Wheeler!
In a way that I can't tell you about right now!
So never mind! Bye!
* Why did you throw that corpse on my car? *
* 'Cause I'm inviting you to the party, pal *
* Think we're gonna be great pals *
* Al and John, John and Al... *
Now come here. I'm gonna wrestle ya.
Get over here! Ow! Okay...
- Come on! - No, no, no, no!
John McClane is in a tower.
Sergeant Al Powell is on the ground!
You can't wrestle!
- I made a creative choice. - Very bold.
And Rudy, you're moving your hands too much.
And quit wheezing!
I'm sorry, the asbestos might be
affecting my lungs a little, but I'll work on it.
Um, can we turn down the heat?
Yeah, it's boiling up in here!
It's the boiler room, Zeke!
It's what it does!
It's like you guys don't even care about this
guerilla-slash-protest musical
designed to take down Courtney and send us to Broadway!
Uh, Gene.
- A... a word? - Mm-hmm.
The play is tomorrow night.
We gotta get it together.
Give 'em a pep talk, you know?
Put some fire in their butts!
Is the putting a fire in the butt
part of the inspiration,
or is that a separate suggestion?
- Ugh, damn it. - Fine.
I wrote an incredible musical.
And I thought together we'd create the kind of theater
that would make the gods cry.
But now I'm like, "What am I, nuts?"
You're all blowing it!
Zeke with your wrestling,
Darryl and your extra-note singing,
Crazy Arm Rudy over here!
Andy and Ollie,
FBI agents don't hold hands!
These ones do.
Yeah, and they sleep in the same bed.
And now I'm realizing that the only way
to make this production shine
is if I fire all of you and play all the roles myself!
Uh...
Say what? Except for Miss Merkin.
You're my rock, girl. Thank you.
And I've been thinking about getting you
drums and maybe a cute top.
You cool with that? You know it.
So congratulations,
the rest of you have been demoted to stagehands
on Die Hard, the Musical, a one-Gene show!
Hurray.
It's gonna kick ass.
So you fired the casting,
and made Die Hard, the Musical a one-man show?
Yes, starring me. Gene. Yeah.
Okay, well, I've come to the part
where I blame the parents. Bob, Linda...
- Hi. - Uh-huh?
- I'm blaming you. - Yeah. Oh.
Why didn't you step in and do something here?
Hey, we don't know all the crazy crap
our kids are doing. We don't want to know.
But I did start to get suspicious
when we were walking into the fall musical
and I found this weird thing in my pocket.
* Musical! Musical!
* Time to watch your sister in a musical! *
Wait, what's this weird thing in my pocket?
See you in there!
"You are invited to attend the performance
"of Die Hard, the Musical,
"a one-Gene show,
in the secret boiler room at school tonight."
Gene's in a musical at school, too? Tonight?
Oh, my God, our kids are in competing musicals!
I always dreamed this night would happen.
- Aw... - That's your dream?
Yeah, Tina's the president and this.
Well, I guess one of us should go to Gene's play.
I call Working Girl!
Ugh, fine, I'll go backstage
to wish Tina good luck.
Hey, my little Sigourney Weaver-achiever.
How's your stage fright, honey?
It just so happens I found the only cure.
It's his butt.
Dad, Jocelyn's shoulder pads are too big!
She's stuck in the doorway!
Just kick her from behind!
Sheesh! Theater people!
So dramatic.
God, I love it.
* I want to sing, I want to dance *
* I want to act, I want to play! *
Um, Mom?
* Yeah... Oh, sorry.
No! This is Carly Simon's seat.
Are you Carly Simon?
Uh, no.
I know you're not!
Wow. Carly Simon's gonna be here?!
Psst, Dad!
What? Come with me.
Oh, um, I think your mom was gonna go to Gene's weird play,
and I was gonna stay here and watch Tina.
Uh, I don't think so.
We need your giant body to make the audience look fuller!
But Working Girl's the film that inspired me
to be anything I wanted to be!
And so you're this? Come on, Dad!
Fine.
Hey, if you want to see some real, gritty theater,
we got Die Hard, the Musical down in the basement.
Only five bucks!
Louise, don't bother these people.
Plus, that's not gonna work. Oh.
I'm a Die Hard freak. Check it out.
Bonnie Bedelia.
Also, I'm just an uncle,
so no biggie.
Here ya go, champ.
Geez, it's hot in here.
- Whoa, is that a rat? - Yes, it is.
Huh.
I guess Bob went to Gene's play.
My son's doing Die Hard, the Musical,
in the basement.
It's a competing musical.
It's competing with this one right now.
Shh!
- Aah, you're jealous. - Shh.
* This is a boat
* A boat that is a ferry
* Ferry on the water
* Staten Island Ferry
* I'm a working girl
* A workin' working girl
* I'm a girl who's working *
* I work...
* In New York Ci... ty
All aboard the plane from New York to Los Angeles!
Thanks, Argyle.
Boy, that guy on the airplane was right
about taking my shoes off.
* I'm a barefoot cop... oh!
* Coffee, coffee * Coffee, coffee *
* Coffee's all I get * Coffee, coffee *
* How'm I gonna get ahead... * Coffee, coffee... *
* I'm Grubin'
* I'm Hans Gruber and I'm Grubin' *
* And sometimes that can mean shootin' *
* Mr. Takagi in the head...
* Hey, this is Katherine, you work for me *
* I've broken my leg while trying to ski *
* Do me a favor and fill in for me *
* Even though I stole your radio deal idea *
* For Trask Industries... *
You did what?!
That's my daughter!
- Shh! - Jealous.
This is everything
that's wrong with Broadway today.
Die Hard, one-man-show, in the basement.
Blow your mind!
Okay.
Aw, I'm missing it!
Maybe I can pop down for a bit.
There I go.
* Fight scene, fight scene
* We're gonna have a fight scene *
Oh, my God.
Eh, 'scuse me, eh, 'scuse me.
I know, right? He's magnificent!
Ooh, it's warm in here.
Hey, did Louise charge you five bucks?
- Yes. - Ooh, rat!
* I have a head for business
* And a bod for sin
* Well I want both, so count me in! *
Smile. Smile!
What the hell?
Where is everybody?! Hey, hey, hey!
Where are you going? Uh... nowhere.
And, uh, not to the Die Hard musical in the basement.
Great job, Jimmy Jr.!
Thanks, Dad.
Where the hell is Carly Simon?!
She, uh, left a message!
She's getting drive through... for everyone.
* Oh, the life of the wife of a cop *
* Makes my head spin around like a top... *
Hey, hey! Five bucks!
What's going on?!
You're doing your Die Hard musical?!
Oh, I love the Holly Gennaro McClane number.
Oh, my God!
He's musical battling us.
I've seen it a million times!
Stop it!
Stop that singing right now!
Nobody tells my son to stop singing!
Well, actually, I've probably seen enough.
Keep going, baby!
* That Johnny McClane's
* Driving this gal insane...
I'll make him stop.
Daddy, no!
Huh?
- Ugh! - Wow.
Yes! That man hit my son with a shoulder pad.
Hold on!
I accidentally grabbed a shoulder pad,
maybe it went flying, maybe not.
And then she came after me!
And Bob pushed me!
Hey, I was just pushing you away from Linda.
She's crazy.
That's right, honey!
Oh, my God. I'm rich.
- What? - Nothing.
Well, I think I've heard everything.
Great, let's all go watch the end of my play.
I hear the finale is amazing.
No, no, my play!
Nobody wants to watch you running around changing wigs!
Tell that to British Parliament!
I-I have to admit, watching one person
do Die Hard is a little... bad.
Father!
Hey, at least Gene's was raw! From the gut.
Courtney's was all slick like a kid didn't even do it.
That's because a kid could never do it. Never!
Oh, yeah?
My son's not the one who promised Carly Simon,
and then left everyone hanging!
She just texted me that she was car-jacked,
but she's still going to try to make it!
So we should finish our play, Mr. Frond.
Yeah!
No, no, no, no, no.
My mother was right.
This musical theater stuff is just too dangerous.
So for the safety of everyone,
there will be no more musicals tonight.
And maybe ever!
- What? - No!
I don't know if I have that authority,
but at least for tonight, it's finished.
- Oh, come on! - No!
What happened?
Are we gonna finish the play?
No, come here.
Shh-shh-shh. Come here, come here.
We'll get through this.
I-I-I don't want... No. No, thanks.
Okay, time to go home, everyone.
Show's over.
Yeah, the whole night was a bust.
Come on, Gene. Let's go home.
Wait! Mr. Frond!
What?
I guess one boy,
no matter how talented...
and charismatic... and likable...
doesn't have the right to ruin musicals for everyone.
So, Courtney, you finish your play.
Aw, Gene.
So noble!
No, Gene. You were right.
I did steal your thunder.
Working Girl is the sassy sister film to Die Hard.
Everybody knows that.
I was just so mad you wouldn't let me be in your play.
Well, maybe we can be in each other's plays.
I... What?!
We just need three and a half hours to prepare.
Gene, it's 9:30, and I have a lot of sweat in my underwear.
Fine, fine.
25 minutes.
No way, Gene. This is done.
Aw, too bad.
Seems like that conflict resolution could've been epic.
Maybe award winning.
Oh, my God.
You think I could win a Conflicty for this?!
Yeah, you could win a Conflicty!
Let's do it!
All right, come on, everybody!
Take my hands.
No, wait, wait. Whoa.
We got to do this ourselves.
It's what Tess McGill would've wanted.
But Courtney, honey...
Sometimes... Shh!
Sometimes to break through the glass ceiling,
you got to break some hearts.
And glass.
You probably think this slap is about you.
Ow!
So I don't know if we can pull this off,
I mean, we wrote and rehearsed it in under 20 minutes,
but if we do,
it's because we did it together.
All of us.
That's exactly what people say
before they make a baby, I think.
Okay, well, without any further ado,
we present to you the musical rom-com-slash-action-thriller,
Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl.
Oh, no!
We're a bunch of secretaries from New York
held hostage in Nakatomi Towers!
Shush!
I'm Karl, the one with beautiful hair!
I'm Hans Gruber. Consider yourself Grubed!
Tess McGill can't let
a bunch of terrorists ruin her dream.
I hope the police come soon.
Ow! Glass! Hurtin' John McClane's feet!
* I'm Agent Johnson
* And I'm Agent Johnson
* And we're from the FBI
* I'm Johnson He's Johnson!
- * He's Johnson - I'm Johnson!
* Two fancy-footed federal guys *
* I might just be a local cop *
* But will you guys back off me? *
* Things are getting pretty tense *
* Does anybody want coffee? *
You know we're not so different, you and I.
* We're both ambitious, Hans *
Tess McGill, you've stolen this Gruber's heart.
* Like I'm stealing * Like you're stealing
* These bearer bonds
* I cracked the co... de
So here's the bearer bonds.
Which is the same as money, I guess.
Hey, let's make that radio deal.
Hip hop?
Hip hop.
Mwah!
That's not in the script.
Just go with it... they love it!
Is that two rows of teeth I'm feeling?
My baby teeth never fell out.
And Jack Trainer and I are a couple now as well,
so that's good. Hip hop. Hip hop.
* Hans, you're feeling love's great power *
* But now I got to push you off the tower! *
Now come here. I'm gonna get ya.
Come on.
I'm so mad about my brother
so I kill you about it!
No...!
Thanks, Al!
If only there was a place
where we could all be happy and not get killed!
* Maybe there's a tower
* Somewhere up above
* Filled with bearer bonds and love *
* Where dreams don't die hard
* Maybe there's a tower
* Somewhere up above
* Filled with shoulder pads and love *
* Where dreams can fly hard
* But until we can live in that imaginary world *
* We'll work hard or die trying, girl. *
Yes! Yes!
Oh, my God!
Carly Simon?
Who?
Oh, sorry. Y-You...
you look like Carly Simon.
You look like Carly Simon.
It's a compliment.
Back off.
Sorry. Geez.
I smell a Tony!
Which is also what happens to be what I call my farts.
* Work hard... *
* Or die trying, *
* Ooh, you work hard, you die hard *
* Work hard * You work hard!
Come on, come on!
* Oh! * Or die trying, girl *
* You work hard, you try hard
* Ooh... * Work hard *
* Ooh-ooh-ooh... * Or die trying, girl *
Yeah!
* You work hard, you die hard
* Work hard *
* No, no, no, no, no
* Work hard... * Or die trying, girl *
* Ooh, yeah! *