03x11 - It's Only Rock and Roll

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♪ Look at what's
happened to me ♪

♪ I can't believe it myself ♪

♪ Suddenly I'm up
on top of the world ♪

♪ It should have
been somebody else ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Just like the
light of a new day ♪

♪ It hit me from
out of the blue ♪

♪ Breaking me out
of the spell I was in ♪

♪ Making all of my
wishes come true ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪♪

L.A. Tower,

this is November 10-11...

requesting permission
for final vector clearance

at approach to L.A.X.

Roger, November 10-11.
Please maintain course

and altitude.

I've just received word
that a b*mb might be

on your flight...

with an altitude
detonation device

set for 1,000 feet.

Roger on that b*mb
threat, L.A. Tower.

Don't leave us
out here too long.

We've got about 90
minutes worth of fuel left.

Roger, November 10-11,
just stay out over the ocean...

and remember not to go
anywhere near a thousand feet.

The most important
thing to remember about

your digital system...

is not to be afraid
of your phone.

Remember, it's your friend.

Okay, now let's pretend that
we want to add someone else

on to our phone call.

It's simple. The party to
whom the call was made...

should depress the button
and wait for the coded beep.

Then push pound one and
the number of the party you

wish added to the conversation.

Okay. Now is everyone ready?

All right.

- Yeah, Maxwell.
- Hello, Agent Maxwell.

Why don't you try connecting
us with, uh, Agent Carlisle?

Uh, um, yeah, sure.
Uh, here we go.

Um...

Mr. Maxwell, wait
for the coded beep.

Coded... Coded beep, right.
Coded beep, okay. And...

Okay, Mr. Maxwell,

why don't we just try a
reverse relay instead, okay?

- Reverse what?
- Uh, maybe we should

try somebody else.

No, no. No problem
here. Um, hold on.

Wait for the coded beep.

Uh, uh, gentlemen, don't
press any more buttons.

Just hang up your
phones, please.

Just hang up the
telephones, okay?

I repeat, hang
up the telephones.

Okay. Let's try it again.

Maxwell.

Is this the F.B.I.?
Yeah, who's this?

My name is Chris Bunch.
I'm manager for Elvira and

I wanna report a b*mb threat.

- A what? Where?
- I got an anonymous tip...

it's on board Elvira's plane,
which is scheduled to land

at L.A.X. in about an hour.

Uh, what airline is
this, uh, Elvira on?

It's a private jet. Look.

You've got to do something.

Well, just take it
easy, uh, Mr. Bunch,

most of these calls are a hoax,

uh, but I'll, uh, I'll
get a squad together.

I'll meet you over there
at L.A.X. Just hold yourself

together, okay? Right.

- Maxwell, what
was that all about?

- It's a b*mb threat, boss.

Uh, one of you guys
get me a b*mb squad,

L.A.X., P.D.Q.

Gentlemen, don't... don't press

any more buttons please.

Think of it as a neighborhood

beautification program,

where each member
of the neighborhood...

contributes to
making the street look

as beautiful as possible.

Uh, well, Ralph and I
have always kept our lawn

nice and mowed and...

Yes you have, Pam.
But I have to fault you

on one note.

- You are out of sync
with the trash schedule.

- I beg your pardon?

The trash is picked
up on Fridays.

And without fail, you
put your trash bags

out on Monday mornings.

That means unsightly trash bags

sit out for four days.

- Ralph?
- Well, uh, I can explain.

See, we... we... we...
We collect a lot of trash

over the weekend,

and I don't know
what to do with it.

I mean, I can't leave
it in the backyard.

Trash is just one of
our concerns, Ralph.

We're also concerned
with noise pollution,

drag racing in the street,

and a general disregard
for fellow neighbors.

Well, I... I... I don't think that
really applies to my wife and I.

I mean, I think
we're just ordinary,

run-of-the-mill neighbors.

Maybe once in a while
we have the stereo up

a little bit too loud.

Okay, Ralph! Got an
emergency at L.A.X.!

Get it on. We need the suit...
You know, the you know what!

Come on, kid! This is
Force 10 from Burbank.

You got to shake it!

Uh, uh, well,

there does seem to be some
sort of emergency situation here.

And, yes, those types of
things can get a little noisy,

but it's only due to
the critical nature...

Come on, kid!

Hubba-hubba, kid! Hustle,

hustle, hustle! Let's go!

But thank you for stopping
by, and we will try and be

a lot more careful.

Don't worry about
that stuff! I'll get it later!

I can't believe this.

I always appreciate
the help, counselor,

but you really didn't need
to come along on this one.

Oh, sure. You want me to hang

around with the neighborhood
beautification committee.

No scenario you might have,
Bill, could be more difficult

than that.

Well, what have we got here,
Bill, a hijacking or something?

Nah, it's a b*mb threat
on a private plane.

I got a call about a
half an hour ago from

somebody named Chris Bunch.

He said that he got an
anonymous tip there was a b*mb

planted on this lady's plane...

Elvira he said her name was.

Chris Bunch? If it's
the same Chris Bunch

I'm thinking about,

it's not a lady, Bill, it's
the name of a rock group.

What are you talking
about? A rock group?

This guy sounded like he
was talking about his wife.

No, Elvira. Bill,

it's one of the most popular
rock groups in America today.

I mean, uh, Joey and the
kids in my class, they can't even

get a ticket to the concert.

- It's all sold out.
- You mean to tell me...

I'm running around
here like a chicken

with its head cut off...

for a bunch of
long-haired geekos

with guitars?

Bill, lives are at stake here.

Just because they're a member
of rock group doesn't mean

you can't be a little concerned.

Well, yeah. At least

I can understand why somebody
might wanna b*mb the plane.

It's probably a disgruntled
parent, some kid

who owns all their albums.

I know a guy with a
daughter like that...

Plays that junk all night long.

- Oh, Bill.
- Well, she does.

Geez louise. Will you

look at this traffic?
What a mess!

It's probably because
of the arrival of Elvira

at the airport.

Elvira.

Sinatra I could understand,
but Elvira? Give me a break.

Do the guys know yet?

Have they been told?

Now we've alerted
the c*ck, Mr.

Bunch, but in cases like this...

we usually try to keep
the passengers unaware

as long as possible.

Till they go blowing
out of the sky?

I think I'm looking for you.

My name is Maxwell, F.B.I.
Which one of you is Bunch?

Uh, I'm Bunch.
Thanks for coming,

Mr. Maxwell. Yeah.

Uh, are these your
backup agents?

Uh, yes.

Pam and Ralph
Hinkley, uh, they're, um...

Uh, attorneys.

In... In case you need any
on-the-spot legal advice.

Yeah, and Ralph here is
a freelance b*mb expert.

Now, tell me, what have we got

on this thing so far?

Apparently, the b*mb is designed

to go off on descent.

How do you know? From the tip.

Who's ever doing this is
some psycho who thinks

it'll be real funny...

if the b*mb explodes
on approach in front of

all the Dak Hampton's fans.

Dak who? Dak Hampton.

He's the leader of the band.

Oh, well, you guys
think that this prank...

is, uh, directed
toward the whole group

or just this Dak fella?

Dak is always getting
the threatening phone calls

and stuff like that.

All the rock superstars
do, but this is the first time

anything like this has happened.

Look. I want to know what
you guys are gonna do.

That plane has been
circling around up there

for 30 minutes.

All right. Now we sent it out

over the ocean so the flight
engineer could search the plane.

They're running out of fuel.
Okay, I need a few minutes

to talk my b*mb specialist here.

If you, uh, gentlemen
will excuse us, please.

Ralph, what do you
think? Can you zip up there

and find this thing?

- Well, Bill, all
I can do is try.

- Okay, go to it.

Honey... I know. Be careful.

Go on, kid. I think you better

foam the runways...

and institute whatever
emergency procedures are normal.

What are you going to
do? What happened to

the b*mb specialist?

Huh? Oh, he had to take off.

L.A. Tower, this
is November 10-11.

We can't find anything
on our onboard search.

That b*mb must be
down in the baggage hold.

We've got about 15
minutes' worth of fuel left.

We gotta work it in.

Roger, November 10-11.

Has your onboard search
alarmed any of the passengers?

No, our passengers
suspect nothing.

Everything's calm back there.

Hey!

♪♪

Okay. Then it goes to F-sharp.

Uh, no, man. That doesn't...

Doesn't feel right.
What do you mean?

Man, I'm so tired,
I... I just give up.

Ah. When are they gonna
land this big bird anyway, huh?

You know, we've been
circling around up here

for at least an hour.

It's what they call
a "natural high."

That's what the doc
keeps telling me, anyway.

You haven't been doing anything,

have you, Lenny?

I'm clean.

If I weren't, I'd be dead,
so it'd be easy to tell.

Huh? Wha... Did you see that?

What was what?

Um, nothing.

Something's happened.

It's the baggage compartment.

L.A. Tower, this is November
10-11. We just experienced

some kind of interference.

Any damage? It bounced us around

a little bit.

We got a warning light on
the starboard baggage door,

but that's about it.

If it was a b*mb, it was
an awfully small one.

But even if it wasn't,
we have to come in now

or we'll flame out.

Roger. Then proceed
to final approach.

Bill? Come in, Bill.

Uh, um, h-hold on one
sec. He wants to talk to you.

- Yeah, kid. What do you got?
- I found the b*mb.

It's set to go off
at a thousand feet.

Well, you better get it out
of there, because they're

coming down right now.

Just what I was thinking.

Coming up on 2,000 feet.

We're at a thousand
feet and all's clear.

Roger, November 10-11.
You're looking good from here.

Okay, thanks. They're down.

Looks like everybody's safe.

I knew it! I knew it!

Talk to you later.

What did I tell you? F.B.I.

b*mb squad, best in the
world. Let's go find our specialist.

Aaah!

I got to admit, this
is kind of exciting,

being around a rock group.

It makes me feel like
I'm a teenager again.

Good going. That guy

had earrings on!

Where is everybody?

Who the hell is that?

That is Dak Hampton!

Oh, well, he's real pretty,

all right.

I'm starting to

get a headache, Ralph.

Well, look, Dak.
I'll have to tell you

when we get downstairs.

Aw, sh**t. Come on, Christopher.

You tell me I'm gonna
see a big fire in the sky,

and all I see is that
wimp, Hampton.

They must have found
it and taken it apart.

That b*mb was guaranteed
for a thousand feet.

- Yeah, and maybe
you just messed up!

- I promise you, Brick, it was!

Well, promise me this, will you?

Promise me the next
time Mr. Superstar sings,

it's in another life.

You got it.

What's going on
here, Christopher?

Where are my fans?

Dak, we... we had a
real close call here.

This is Bill Maxwell
with the F.B.I.

He's here because about an
hour before your plane landed...

I got a tip that there
was a b*mb on board.

Oh, no. And it went off

and we've all been k*lled
and we're in heaven now.

- Oh my God, Christopher.
- Dak, this is serious.

Stay with me for
a moment, please?

Someone is
threatening your life.

This is Ralph Hinkley.
He's a b*mb specialist.

How are you doing?
I... I can't believe...

that I'm actually standing here

with Dak Hampton.

I mean, if my students knew
I was standing here with you,

they would go bananas.

I mean, it's bad enough,
we can't even buy a ticket

for your concert.

Students? You teach
a course on bombs?

Oh, no, no. I'm a... I'm
a high-school teacher.

Yeah, he just does this stuff

as a sideline.

Uh, Mr. Hinkley, uh,

what does your expertise
tell you on this case?

I mean, what
happened here, Ralph?

Oh. Well, uh, my
best-guess scenario...

is that the... The
b*mb malfunctioned,

and uh, it just, uh,
did a little damage

to the rear cargo door.

If you'll check
it, you'll find that

it's just a little ajar.

Ajar? Is something missing?
What about the tapes?

Settle down,
Christopher. It's right there.

It's just a door.

Well, the point is,
Mr. Hampton's life is clearly

in some kind of danger.

Bummer, man.

You're... You're
the expert here.

Can we put Dak under F.B.I.
protection or something until

after the concert tomorrow?

Uh, maybe secure the hotel?

Well, uh, that's
very, very difficult

with the superstar types.

I mean, it's almost impossible.

Well, uh, what about one
of those safe houses, Bill...

You know, where the agent
stays with the endangered party.

Hey, Bill, he can stay with you.

Thanks, counselor, I
hadn't thought of that.

Okay, you're going to go with
Mr. Maxwell and stay in one

of those safe houses tonight.

And I'll take the
guys back to the hotel.

Look, Christopher. I
really don't have any time

to spend the evening with a fed.

I'm so sorry. No problem.

Lenny and I have to work
out that song tonight, so it'll be

on the Christmas release.

Look, Dak. I'm the manager.
I'll give you the instructions.

And there won't be
a Christmas release

if there ain't no Dak Hampton.

You've got a point.
Hasn't he, Max?

Huh?

I'm too tired to
argue. Let's just go.

If anybody needs
me, I'll be with

my main man, Max.

Uh, car's over here.

♪♪

Oh, yeah.

Now that's what
you call music, see?

Oh, yeah. Nice,
simple... something

you can tap your toe.

Not like this yelling and
screaming and dancing up

and down that you guys do.

Honest, it sounds like
you're chopping up birds.

Might be a problem
in the mix. Nah.

The problem today with
music is notes. Too many notes.

Too many notes? Yeah.

Instead of picking something
nice, straight and simple, uh,

like this number right here,

you guys clutter up your
songs with so much garbage...

No offense.

But I mean, you got
to get back to basics.

That's what makes music work.

Max, you must have
studied music, huh?

In the army, I played a
pretty mean accordion.

I don't get a chance to
rehearse anymore, you know,

but I had a version of
"Lady of Spain" would have

brought tears to your eyes.

I'm sure it would.

So, this is what they
call a safe house, huh?

Is it really foolproof?

Yeah, ordinarily, as
long as the people

inside of it cooperate.

Uh, mostly that means
not telling anybody

where you are.

And, uh, staying
away from the windows.

Let's try to adhere to
some form of reality, Max.

What if I have to
talk to somebody,

like my manager or Lenny?

I've got a concert
tomorrow night,

remember?

Well, if you have to talk to
somebody, you, uh, tell me

and I'll get a message to them.

We gotta stick to the
rules or I can't guarantee

your safety,

which is what I'm here to do.

It's like being in prison.

Yeah, a little bit.

Max, do you think it'd be okay

if I practice my music?

You know I gotta practice.

Uh, yeah, I guess so,
if you keep it real quiet.

♪♪

♪♪ Party! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah!

Yeah?

- Lenny, it's me.
- Hey, man.

Where are you holed up?

Oh, they got me stuck in
a government hideaway,

somewhere on Gower.

I'm here with an F.B.I.
dude right out of Dragnet.

I am not supposed
to use the phone,

so how are you guys doing?

Me and Gus are still trying

to work some things out.

It's not easy in this
hotel. Lots of distraction.

Do you guys wanna knock it off?

I'm trying to talk here!

Can you play a little
of it over the phone?

No way. Can't be done.

Max hid my amplifier. But I

think we should try tonight.

Okay. Wanna go for it?

At the midnight
hour. Yeah, midnight.

Got it.

♪♪

Gus! Gus!

The entire hotel staff
just about beat me up

over all the noise in here!

And the people downstairs
said their bathroom just flooded.

What, are you guys nuts?
What'd you pull the toilet out for?

Hey, they didn't have a hat.

Hampton! Dak Hampton!

Get out here!

Dak, stay in your room.

- Ralph, come in.
- Fifty-nine.

- Did you call me, honey?
- Ralph. Come in, Ralph.

I got trouble here.

Ralph, would you come in please?

What is it?

I'm surrounded by a
bunch of road hogs here,

- that's what it is.
- Road hogs? Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Dak, stay on the floor in there!

Right there.

You know, I think
for Christmas...

I'm gonna get you
a fireman's pole for

these kind of emergencies.

Dak Hampton!

Got him!

All right, cowboy, where is he?

Let's get out of here.

They said they wanted Dak.

Where is Dak?

Um...

I'm telling you, Ralph.
I just don't get it.

I mean, uh, no way those
guys could have got to his room

without getting past me,

and they didn't get past me.

Well, Bill,

when these g*ons come
to, you can ask them.

Yeah, weirdos... Real,
card-carrying weirdos.

Call the office and
have somebody

come pick 'em up.

Wait a minute, Bill.
I'm getting a holograph.

What do you got?

Dak is at the Station House.

- Oh, uh, what precinct?
- No, Bill, the Station House.

It's not a police
station, it's a nightclub.

I heard the kids
talking about it.

It's where Elvira
first started playing.

Oh, boy. More weeping

and wailing and yammering
and jumping up and down.

Okay, let me finish this
call and then we'll go.

♪♪ Okay, okay.

That group calls
itself Acid Rain.

That was their own
composition, "Miranda."

Acid Rain, yeah.

Yeah. All right, all right.

How many of you folks
are Elvira fans, huh?

And how many of you got tickets
to their concert tomorrow night?

Lucky dogs, huh?

Well, listen. For all you

poor souls that couldn't quite
get to the box office in time,

got a special surprise.

Yeah.

You know, the Station
House is the place where Elvira

first started to happen.

And tonight, as a special treat,

ladies and gentlemen,

Dak Hampton! Yeah!

Dak! Dak Hampton!

Dak Hampton!

How you all doing tonight?

All right! How you doing?

This is a song that, uh, sort of
inspired Elvira to get together

in the beginning,

and to become a group,

and it goes something like this!

♪♪

♪ Well, Mama doesn't call ♪

♪ Up against a stone wall ♪

♪ 'Cause you know, know
I'm up against a stone wall ♪

♪ Well, Mama
why don't you call ♪

♪ I'm up against a stone wall ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, girl ♪

♪ Up against a stone wall ♪

You know this is
the kind of stuff...

they used to play
for kamikaze pilots

just before a mission.

Got no taste, Bill.
That must be it.

What are you gonna do?
You can't just go up on stage

there and drag him down.

You're gonna have
a riot on your hands.

Right about that.

Uh, come on. I got an idea.

Soon as you can,
go up onstage...

and tell him, uh,
it's a phone call.

Lenny is in deep trouble.

Lenny?

Lenny. All right.

Hey, listen, man. You
got a telephone call.

Lenny's in deep trouble.

♪♪ Listen.

I'll be right back.
I got a phone call.

Thank you.

It's probably

from Lenny Craig.

Should I tell him to
come on down here?

All right!

Listen. Where's the phone?

No phone, kid.

Well, Max, how nice of you
to come all the way down here

just to see me play.

- How'd you find me, Max?
- Doesn't matter, hot pants.

We have to get out of here.

Look. Come on.

We always do gigs
at little places like this.

You know they
all think that this

is where Elvira started.

- It's a real kick, huh?
- It's a scream.

We gotta get out of
here. Now, come on.

Make it a big exit.
Come on. Come on.

All right, it's okay.
I'll be right back.

Just gotta make a phone call.

Right back, no
problem. Stay there.

It's Mr. H. with Maxwell,
talking with Dak.

Yeah, and he's
leaving with them.

Joey, maybe they're
taking him home.

Hey, listen. It's worth

checking out. Come on.

Yeah!

I guess you think
you're real cute, Dak,

slipping out on me.

But, uh, while you're
down here yodeling,

I got attacked by a
whole bunch of road hogs.

Road hogs? Yeah,

a bunch of bikers.

About 128,000 of 'em
come up on the front lawn,

blew up the front
door, looking for you.

I wanna know why
they were looking for you

and how did they get there.

Damn it! I wish those freaks
would get out of my life.

What are they doing in
your life in the first place?

That's a long story.

Yeah, well it'll go straight
down with the long night,

let's run the tape, kid.

Well, back in the mid-'60s,

I was part of a group
called the Harmony Brothers.

And when the music
started changing,

uh, the group
didn't, so I got out.

And I was also
out of money, so...

Uh, well, the Hogs backed
my first album and the group

which is now known as Elvira.

And I only found out
about a month ago...

that they had a cut
in the whole thing...

They own me.

And I hate it! I hate
them and I want out.

Aw. You're breaking
my heart, kiddo.

It's the truth, Max. Listen.

I am a musician.
I'm not a biker.

All I want to do is make
my music and give it

to the people, that's all.

And now that you want out,
the Road Hogs don't like it.

Of course not.

They can, uh, re-chrome,
a whole lot of oil pans

from the money they make off me.

We know why they were after you,

now how in the
world did they find you

in the first place?

- You must have
blabbed to somebody.

- Nobody.

I didn't talk to anybody
and I did no blabbing.

I talked to Lenny on the phone.

Get out! I told you

if you wanted to use the
phone to check with me first!

Listen. I finished working on

that riff for the tune.

And I always call Lenny. We
go down to the Station House.

It's standard procedure, Max.

This O.P., in this
case, got you nailed.

Your pal nailed you.

That's ridiculous.
Lenny wouldn't do that.

Uh-huh. Did he show
up at the Station House?

No. No!

Because there's no
reason for him to show up...

to meet somebody
whose head is gonna get

kicked in and he knows it.

Come on, kid, grow up.
Your partner sold you out.

- Ralph?
- Hi, honey.

Oh. Uh, Ralph, what's going on?

Well, counselor, here's
the, uh... here's the rundown.

Try not to drop over
on your whatever,

but you got Dak Hampton,
star of stage, screen

and Halloween for the night.

Now stash him someplace
on the sofa, take the phone

off the hook, whatever it takes.

Keep your eye on him,
'cause nobody is gonna think

of looking for him here.

Ralph and I got
somebody we gotta find.

Ralph! I know it wasn't Lenny.

It couldn't have been him.

Yeah, we'll see about
that. You stay out of

the counselor's hair,

because she's a very busy
woman, working in her br...

On her briefs
and all that stuff.

Ralph?

- Bye.
- Oh, uh, Ralph! What...

So, uh,

here I am with
famous Dak Hampton.

Yeah. Uh, can I get you

something to drink, a soda?

Nothing. Thanks.

Mm-mmm. Coffee, tea?

Oh, look.

I have no idea who that is,

uh, but Maxwell said
they shouldn't see you.

Where is he?
Where's the great man?

Hey, Mrs. H.!

Hey, Mrs. H. Where is he?

There he is. Where's he at?

We didn't get
tickets to your show.

You can play for us, can't you?

Sure.

Okay. Sit down.
It'll be a surprise.

The neighbors are never
gonna understand this.

♪♪

Hello? Lenny?

It's your old pal,
"Music Lover" Maxwell.

Where are you, kid?

Oh, you're gonna have to
rise and shine and make some

beautiful music, kid,

to get yourself
out of this mess.

He's already been making
some sweet music of his own,

Bill.

Operator, this is an emergency.
Let me have the paramedics.

♪♪

♪♪

Hello?

Hi, honey.

Sorry if I woke you up,
but I need to talk to Dak.

Is he awake yet?

Yes, he's awake, but
you'll have to wait for him

to finish his set.

Dak! Dak, it's for
you. Aw, Mrs. H.!

Hello? Dak, this
is Ralph Hinkley.

Listen. I thought

you'd wanna know
we're at the hotel,

and we're getting ready to
take Lenny to the hospital.

He O.D.'d on heroin.
Bill and I found him

in his room unconscious.

Ralph, there's got
to be some mistake.

I mean, uh, Lenny's
completely clean.

I know for sure. Well, uh, Dak,

all I can say is maybe you
didn't know Lenny as well

as you thought you did.

I'm coming down there
right now. I've gotta see him.

No, no. You stay there.

He's on his way
to County General.

Bill and I will pick you up.

All right, but hurry up.

All right, party's over.

One more song, one more song.

Let's go, folks. Come on.

Party's over. Say good night.

Say good night. Good night.

Come on. But it was great.

You were great. Thank you.

Thanks a lot, Dak.
You were great.

Okay.

Was he great?

Yeah.

He was great, wasn't he?

- Christopher.
- Dak, where have you been?

We've been looking for you.

Did everybody get tired?

No, I'm at that b*mb
expert's house... Hinkley.

Listen, Christopher.

Some of those bikers got a
hold of Lenny, shot him full

of smack. He's unconscious.

- Now, just take it easy, Dak.
- I'm sick of this garbage, man.

First it's just a couple
of tattooed slobs

cluttering things up.

Now they're planting bombs
on my plane, they're hitting on

my friends.

Christopher, I want you
to straighten things out

right now. I mean it.

Or find yourself
another gig. Okay, okay.

I'll see what I can do.

You're not gonna "see" anything.

You're gonna take care of
it, or that's a rap for you, man.

Damn! Can't you
guys do anything right?

You almost screw everything
up by trying to blow up a plane

with Dak's master tapes on it.

It's real tough to release
albums with both the star

and his tapes gone, Mr. Brick.

How was we supposed to know
the tapes were on the plane?

What about Lenny, huh?
I tell you to snuff him out

with an overdose.

What happens? You don't give him

enough smack.

You're a bunch of bums.

You watch your mouth,
Bunch, or you'll be...

No, you shut up!

Don't forget I brought
you guys in on this deal!

I run things here!

Okay now. You're gonna
get a second chance.

If you blow it this time,
you might as well turn in

your bikes...

before you run yourselves over.

Uh, there's some more
coffee in the kitchen if you'd

like a cup.

Oh, no, thanks. I
really don't want any.

Listen. You've
been, uh, very nice...

to tolerate all this nonsense.

If anything's
broken or destroyed,

just make a list and
have it all replaced, okay?

Thank you. It was just

a couple of dirty glasses
and cans, that's all.

Actually, considering
what went on here,

they were pretty nice.

Is something the matter?

♪ Is something the matter
Is something wrong ♪♪

Hey, I know that song.
The Harmony Brothers.

Yeah. That was our
first hit single. 1965.

Were you one of the
Harmony Brothers?

Oh, my God. I didn't
even make the connection.

- You were known as
Dak Harmony, weren't you?

- Uh-huh.

Oh, my God. I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

You know, I have
one of your albums.

When I was a kid, I use
to be a big fan of yours.

You were one of my favorites.

Here it is, look. Let me see.

The Harmony
Brothers. Oh, my God.

Look at that face.

He was ready to
take on the world,

wasn't he?

Yeah. And he
sure did, didn't he?

Yep. But I think the
world is winning right now.

God. I would give all
my money, everything,

just to be right here on
this album cover again.

Everything was so much simpler.

And music wasn't so mean.

There weren't so many notes.

Hey, this, uh, may
sound a little dumb,

but would you
autograph that for me?

Sure.

Uh, to Pam.

The girls in the sorority
won't believe this.

Uh, good morning.

Uh, did you notice
there was no trash bags

out here this morning?

Ha! Isn't that great? No trash.

Mrs. Hinkley, do you know
why I didn't get any sleep

last night?

No, Mr. Norton,

but if you hum a few
bars, I'll try it for you.

Uh, no, Mr. Norton,

I have no idea how much sleep

you got last night.

- None.
- None?

- Zero.
- Zero.

- Zip.
- Zip.

- Neither did we.

And do you know why none
of us got any sleep last night?

Uh, full moon?

Because you were having
a wild rock-and-roll party...

until 6:00 in the morning!

Well, things did get a
little out of hand here

last night.

A little out of hand?

That music shook my
house until I thought I would

go crazy!

I have never had... All right!

All right! Okay.

Calm down.

I am sorry. I am very sorry

about what happened
here last night.

It just was one of
those freak things that

we had no control over,

but I promise you,
as a new member

of this neighborhood,

nothing like this will
ever happen again.

I promise.

Hey, pretty boy.
We're going for a ride.

Move.

And you ride with
me, pretty lady.

Dak and Pam. Dak? Pam?

I've got 'em here, Bill.

Road Hogs have 'em
up at Delaware Park.

- Yeah. Okay, let's go.

- Chris Bunch is
involved with these guys.

What? You're kidding!

Why that dirty... So he
was the linchpin all along.

Okay, you get dressed.
I'll see you there.

Looks like you've come
to the end of the set,

doesn't it, Dak?

What's the matter with
you, Christopher, huh?

What happened to you?

Nothing. I just don't like

little creeps like you trying to
tell me how to run the show.

What's he talking about,
Dak? Run the show?

Just because I got tired
of these freaks taking

75% of the profits,

you call that me
running the show?

Yeah, I do, because
without these guys,

there wouldn't be any profits,

'cause there would
have never been Elvira.

You were in on it
from the beginning,

weren't you?

Huh? And now
you're gonna k*ll me

and an innocent lady.

Look. If it's just the
money you want,

wait till after the concert
and go out with a big bonus.

One lousy concert
doesn't do anything for me

now that I got the tapes.

I don't like you, Dak,
and I don't need you.

And the world can remember
Dak Hampton's memory...

when I release his new albums...

posthumously.

Okay, just leave Pam alone.

Please. Don't hurt her.

- Aaah!
- Get down!

Aaah!

Aaah!

Drop it!

That was... That was amazing!

Yeah, I think there's a
song in there somewhere.

Afternoon! Ready for inspection!

What do you say there, Captain?

Afternoon, folks.

Pam will be out in a
minute. Well, uh, don't tell her

to hurry.

We don't wanna get
there early, you know,

to a stadium full of a
100,000 uh, screaming,

stomping kids.

Bill, come on.
It's just Dak's way

of saying thank you.

Besides, do you know
how many people...

would give their eyetooth
to sit front row, center

at an Elvira concert?

Do you have any idea
the statistics of kids that

go deaf at these things?

We're all gonna wind
up watching T.V. shows

with closed captions here!

Bill, you're wearing g*ns
to a concert? Come on.

Well, you can't be too careful

in a place like that.

Sorry I kept you
waiting. Hi, there.

Boy, if looks could k*ll...

Well, they should be happy...

that we're not taking the
trash out on a Monday,

but we waited until
today to take out the trash.