03x15 - Disco Angels

[bunniefuu]

Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who
went to the police academy...

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

And they were each assigned
very hazardous duties.

[Buzzing]

But I took them away from all
that, and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

♪♪ [Disco]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Continues] Come
on, come on. Mo-o-ove it.

Dig the safe-a, warm-a nest.

Outside, ghosts haunt the night,

a-lookin' for the
lost and the lonely.

But i-i-it's okay, troops. ♪
Burn, baby, burn Disco inferno ♪

- Uncle Harry's...
- ♪ Burn, baby, burn
Burn that mother down ♪

[Harry Continues, Indistinct]
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Burn it ♪

♪♪ [Saxophone Solo]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪ I heard somebody say ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Burn it ♪

♪♪ [Saxophone Resumes]

♪ I just can't stop ♪

♪ When my spark gets hot ♪

♪ I just can't stop ♪

♪ When my spark gets hot ♪

You wanna spell me a while, Pop?

I wouldn't want to
make you look bad.

[Laughs] ♪ When
my spark gets hot ♪

♪ I heard somebody say ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Burn it ♪♪

♪♪ [Continues] Oh, sure,
Mr. Heston. Mario's got the attention,

but the real star is up
there... Harry Owens.

Oh, I know, I know. You pay the
bills, and I just handle the publicity,

but I'd be sellin' myself short if
I didn't give you my input, right?

You're right about one thing, Lanny.
I run the show, and that's this club.

It's got charisma, class,
and that's what pulls them in.

That's just what I told Harry when he
said he wanted his name up out in front.

A big a-man in the sky
is up a-watchin' a-you,

and there is-a no
place for you to go!

A-dig it? Dig it? Dig it!

A quarter for a clean
windshield, sir? Hey, you!

Hey! I told you not
to hang around here.

I ain't doin' no harm.
You're doin' me harm.

Now get outta here, you old crumb.
You turn my stomach. Get outta here!

You think you're something.
Well, you're nothing.

This place ain't nothing,
and the people are nothing.

Get outta here, ya old crumb!

[Sneers]

Come on. Move
'em outta here. Yeah.

Come on now. Inside,
everybody. [Chuckles]

Come on, boys. Move it
along here. Get this goin'.

Come on. Inside,
everyone. [Chuckles]

More excitement inside.
Come on, Mario. Move it in there.

Nothin' to worry about. The excitement's
all over now. Move it in, boys. Yeah.

[Yelps]

[Thuds]

[Charlie On Speakerphone] The
dead man's name was James Hannah.

That makes three
victims in four months.

Now, Angels, you can appreciate why the
Committee for Concerned Elder Citizens...

needs our immediate help.

And there isn't anything to
go on? There's not a clue,

an eyewitness, even a
secondhand description?

[Charlie] No, just
what you've got there.

The M.O. is a k*ller who
strangles disadvantaged men...

who ride the bus
from the beach at night.

Now, this psycho could be
riding the bus or following it.

This is not exactly an
assignment I'm looking forward to.

Neither is the next victim, which
leads me to where you'll begin.

With the next victim?
No, with the last three.

The first one's name was
Barkowitz... Sam Barkowitz.

Look, honey, I already told what I
know, like a dozen times, to the police.

I tell ya, I'm really not too wild
about goin' through it again,

since I wasn't too crazy
about him when he was alive.

I take it you and your
father didn't get along then?

[Chuckles] Stepfather. I see.

Yeah. Ah, come on. He walked
out on me and my mother years ago.

You got a customer.
Oh, yeah. That's... salami?

That's 80 cents.

Thank you. Here you go.
I'm sorry. You were sayin'...

- When did you see him last?
- Oh, it was the night
he was k*lled.

Uh, it's four months
ago, where I was workin'.

[Scoffs] He was
always doin' that.

- Doin' what?
- Well, followin' me. He followed from job to job.

He was moochin' for money till his
social security check came in, and then...

Then he'd go, and he'd gamble it away in any
penny-ante card game he could find around the beach.

Oh. Salami?

All right. Ninety cents.

Did you give him the money he
asked for the night he was k*lled?

Yeah, sure. But
just to get rid of him.

- Can you remember
what time that was?
- [Sighs] About 11:30?

11:30. Just about the time he got on the
bus. Where were you working that night?

- Freddie's. Uh, it's a disco.
- I see. Well, thank you very much.

Hey, no matter what
anybody else thinks,

he owed enough people enough
money to guarantee gettin' himself k*lled.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Salami? That's a dollar.

You know Salami's gone up from 80 cents
to a dollar since I've been standin' here.

Yeah? [Chuckles] Seems
there's a run on salami.

Hey, it's whatever the
market'll bear, right?

- Glad I'm not hungry.
- Yeah, well? [Laughs]

So it seems we have a new
common denominator, Angels.

Both victims had been at
Freddie's before they were m*rder*d.

The last one had a run-in
with the owner, Fred Heston.

So until we hear from...

Hi. Sorry. I've been runnin' all over the
beach. Did you come up with anything?

Well, our second victim, Mike
Hooton... He didn't have any relatives.

But he had lots of friends at the beach. They
said he pretty much stuck around down there.

Now, the bus driver said that he
picked him up at the same place...

at approximately the
same time every night.

Hmm. Well, that sh**t holes through
your theory about the disco, doesn't it?

[Charlie On Speakerphone] Kris,
where exactly was Mr. Hooton picked up?

About Pico and Ocean, I think. Hmm.
That's just one block from Freddie's.

Well, then that's three for three.
All the victims were near Freddie's.

Which makes Freddie's
the target for now.

Angels, Bosley will work out
covers for you before you check in.

♪♪ [Disco]

♪♪ [Continues, Faint]

[Line Ringing]

[Phone Ringing]
♪♪ [Continues, Faint]

[Quietly] Wow.

S-S-Speak to me. Well,
how's everything, Harry?

Everything is okay.

Listen, I've got a
little problem, Harry.

Don't we all?
Well, I need a favor.

You want a favor from me?

Look, if anyone asks, I drove you
home last night between 1:00 and 1:30.

- Sure. Why not? Except for one little thing.
- Yeah?

That little discussion we had about my
career... I figure you give... and you get.

Sounds like blackmail, Harry.

Hey. I'm not askin' any questions about
how or why you drove me home last night.

Give and you get.
Right, Mr. Heston?

Yeah. Right, Harry.
Okay, you got it.

The raise and the
publicity... The whole number.

Just like we discussed.

Just like we discussed.

Well, all right! Let's
get with it, children.

Uncle Harry is a-watching you!

♪♪ [Disco Segues, Louder]

That's the one.

I checked. He's on
Fred Heston's payroll.

Sort of a dance shill.
Keeps the action going.

He's terrific. Hmm.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Clears Throat]

Oh! Allow me.

Thank you.

Aren't you two gonna dance?
Oh, I don't think so, He has the gout.

That's unfortunate. Perhaps...

Yes? Well, I thought you
and I... we might... dance?

- Wonderful idea. Will you excuse me?
- Sure.

See you later.

♪♪ [Segues, Louder]

[Chorus] ♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪♪ [Chorus Continues]
Hey, you're all right.

You should give lessons.

I do. Here?

When I'm not in class. Class?

Law school. Busy fella.

When do you play? [Squeals]

- I'm playin'. I'm playin'.
- [Kris Laughs]

♪ I wanna boogie with you ♪

[Patrons Applaud]

♪♪ [Chorus Scatting]

♪♪ [Scatting Continues]

♪ Ooh, what a treat
Feels so sweet ♪

♪ Ah, that body heat ♪

♪ When I'm dancin' with
my baby Drives me crazy ♪

♪ Makes me hazy ♪

Whoo! How 'bout your
friend with the gout?

Bosley? Hmm.

Oh, he's harmless and fun. Very
comfortable. Hmm! ♪♪ [Continues]

Pop, Kris Munroe.

You are a delight to watch,
Miss. Well, thank you, Mr. Montero.

Would you do me the honor?

He taught me everything
I know. Okay, I'd love to.

♪♪ [Scatting]

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance,
dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance,
dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance,
dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

Now, never mind why I changed my mind about
Harry. Just do as your told. Give him the marquee.

Sure. Whatever you say.

[Knocking] Yes. Come in.

Miss Duncan would like to see you,
Mr. Heston. She's with Disco magazine. Disco!

I told her Mr. Press
was the one to see.

- Well...
- Uh... Uh, no. Uh, see you later, Lanny.

Ah. [Chuckles]

Hey. See? [Chuckles]

- Maybe I can cut through
some of the red tape.
- Well, thank you very much.

What can I do for
you, Miss Duncan?

Well, I'm gonna do a
story on the local scene,

and I would very much
like to include Freddie's.

Why not? Doing a disco story
and not mentioning Freddie's...

is like talking about the home-run
record and not mentioning Babe Ruth.

I think Hank Aaron holds
that record, doesn't he?

- Oh, uh, it's just
a figure of speech.
- Hmm. Yeah. [Chuckles]

Hello.

Excuse me, Fred. I
didn't know you were busy.

- Uh, Excuse me, Miss Duncan. My wife, Marian.
- Oh, well, hello.

I can wait... if I have to.

Well, uh, listen. Maybe, uh, Miss Duncan
should speak with Mr. Press after all.

Probably so. Absolutely. Thank
you very much. Thank you, sir.

Talk later, Miss Duncan.
Nice to meet you.

[Marian] Can't you leave
me some dignity, Fred?

Is that too much to ask?

Little family squabble. I see.

- [Sighs]
- ♪ Just dancin' to the b*at
Feel the heat ♪

♪ I'm movin' my feet ♪

♪ Headin' towards the floor
Gonna get down ♪ [Laughs] Whoo!

♪ And dance some more
♪♪ Oh! Let me get this straight.

♪♪ [Continues] You teach
disco dancing to senior citizens?

Oh, it just gives me some extra
money, that's all. You don't enjoy it?

Enjoy? Those aged
fools? I can't stand them.

Always complaining or gossiping.
That's all they have on their minds.

No. Those "senior
citizens," as you say...

We'd all be better off
without them, all of them.

♪♪ [Disco]

♪♪ [Continues, Faint]

[No Audible Dialogue]
[Mouthing Words]

Hi. Howdy.

Kelly Garrett. I'm
from Angelic Records.

And you have a fantastic group
with an exciting, new sound,

and you'd like for me
to give it a spin, right?

You said it all. Well, then
stick around, sweetheart.

Durin' my break,
we'll give it a try. Okay.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Chuckles]

Whoa! I gotta tell
you something.

I think I'm too
old for your father.

Yes, he's got a thing
about older people.

- He's not exactly
a teenager himself, you know.
- Don't tell Pop.

"Think young, stay young."
That's him. He'd rather be here.

He is whenever
he's not teaching.

Ah. I'll bet he jogs all the way
over here. Nah, he takes the bus.

Saves his energy
for the dancing.

Did I hear someone say "bus"? I thought
everybody in California owned a car.

Sorry to disappoint you.
And you take the bus too?

I'm saving every penny I
can for law school. I see.

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Segues To Next Song]

Oh, no, I got an angle. It's a little
sensational, but I think it kinda fits.

Just so you spell the
name right. That's, uh,

F-R-E-D-D-I-E-S Disco.

Right. Now, you see,
what I'd like to do is,

I would like to tie it in with the three old
men who were k*lled by the Bus Strangler.

- What?
- Well, you see, they were all
at the club or in the area.

Now, I got some pictures here. I wonder if you,
uh... you happen to have seen any of these men.

I don't know anything about 'em. I
don't wanna know anything about 'em.

Perfectly understandable,
and I'm sorry.

Forget it. The angle that you
want is up there... Harry Owens.

That is an art...
Building the music,

creating a mood,
orchestrating the effects.

Look at this. He's got this
crowd in the palm of his hand.

I've been after the boss for weeks to use
him in our ads... feature him out front...

But no, not when I suggested it.

And then from nowhere, he gives me
the green light, just like it was his idea.

Huh. When'd he do that?

Today, just before you came in.

Big turnaround.
Doesn't make sense.

♪♪ [Continues, Faint] Marian,
will you please keep your voice down?

I mean, I do have a business
to run. "A business to run"!

Is that what you were doing at
2:00 yesterday morning? ♪♪ [Ends]

- Running a business?
- [Patrons Applauding, Faint]

Come on, Fred.
I'm not that stupid!

[Woman] What do you
think you're doing out here?

[Kris] I'm waiting to talk to
Mr. Heston. Through the door?

What's the trouble here? Twinkle toes was
just standing out here out here listening.

I wasn't listening. I just
didn't want to interrupt you.

- I need to talk to you
about something.
- What do you want to talk about?

If I could come in for a minute
and explain. I want to do you a favor.

You want to do
me a favor. Right.

See, I'm really terrific at what
I do, which is disco dancing...

As a matter of fact,
I used to teach it...

And I noticed you noticing
me out there with Mario.

- Yes. Well?
- Don't get me wrong. Mario is a terrific dancer.

But be needs a terrific
partner to make it really work.

So I figured that I could work
here for four hours a day...

- I don't think
we need a partner.
- But I think you do.

Listen, I belong to this
international singles club.

And right here in our local
we have a thousand members.

So if just my friends came, your
business would really pick up.

Oh, okay. Okay. We can
give it a try. One week.

- I don't think
it'll do any harm.
- Great.

Don't count on it.

Oh, gosh, I'm really sorry.

I hope I didn't say anything
wrong. [Clears Throat]

Listen, uh, you
won't regret this.

It's gonna be terrific. I really
appreciate it. Thank you.

♪♪ [Disco, Faint]
[No Audible Turntable]

Yeah. It's nice.

I dig it. Then that means
you'll give it some play?

- Means I'm thinkin' about it.
- But you just said...

I know, but, uh, see,

there's one thing that my
father taught me that I believe in:

Nobody gives or
gets nothin' for nothin'.

I'm talkin' about
fringe benefits.

Well, I'll have to give
that some thought.

That's all right. Take
your time. No pressure.

I'll tell you what.

Meantime, I'll put this in cold
storage until you thaw out.

Hmm.

See you around, Harry. Look,
um, let me give you my address...

[Sheet Tears] just in case you
want to contact me at my place.

All right.

♪♪ [Continues]

You think I don't know
what's goin' on around here?

You bet I do.

Hey, you. Listen to me.

Pay attention.

You don't have the
right to ignore me.

She's getting there.
I think she's arrived.

♪♪ [Continues] Well, Lanny tells
me you're gonna do a story on Harry.

Well, I'm foolin'
around with the idea.

He's good copy. Yep, so
are you, to some people.

[Chuckling] Well, now, I'm not
exactly unknown in this business.

No? ♪♪ [Ends] [Applause]

Word has it that you had a run-in with James
Hannah last night just before he was k*lled.

- Now, what are you driving at?
- Oh, nothing. But you know
how the newspapers are.

They get a thing like that, the next
thing you know, you're on the front page.

- Is that why you're here?
- Oh, no. Not me.

But since I am here, I did have a good
idea. Why don't you tell me your story?

I'll k*ll the bad press before it
gets a chance to hit the stands.

Listen, James Hannah
was nothin' but a beach bum.

He was hangin' around this
club bothering the customers.

You know how the papers are. They
take a thing like that and twist it around.

Oh, it was nothing.

Anyway, I was drivin' Harry Owens
home when Hannah was k*lled.

♪♪ [Disco Starts] And I'll
sue anyone who prints otherwise.

[Mouths Words, Chuckles]

Well, you don't have a thing
to worry about then, do you?

♪♪ [Continues]

Hey. Let me tell you
somethin', honey.

It wasn't your talent
that got you that job.

I know my husband.

It's the way you
wiggled that cute...

♪♪ [Louder] [No
Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Continues Loudly]

[Harry On P.A.] How
about this? We have-a liftoff.

We are going! We are going!

We... are... gone!

Good evening. ♪♪ [Continues]

I think you'd better
get rid of the new girl.

Any reason in particular?
Mm-hmm. She's dangerous.

And I have a feeling that she
and the one with Disco magazine...

and the girl who's been
in the booth all day...

They're all together, and not because they
belong to some international singles club.

Yeah, well, I have
the same feeling,

but I want 'em here where I can keep my eye
on 'em, till I am sure what they're up to.

♪♪ [Ends] Till you're sure?
You mean you have an idea?

Look, I have a hysterical
wife who's getting suspicious.

And sometimes suspicious
wives hire outside help.

"Outside help"?

You mean detectives? Yeah.
Somethin' to think about, isn't it?

♪♪ [Disco On Phone]

[Charlie] Just to get
you in the mood, Angels.

Incidentally, that's the next record
you'll pitch to Harry Owens, Kelly.

Hmm. They like it, Charlie.

More important, I've got a
rundown on Mr. Fred Heston.

Arrested twice for as*ault
and battery, no convictions.

I wonder if his alibi about being with Harry
Owens the night of the k*lling is a lie.

[Charlie] If it is, it would
make Owens a coconspirator.

Which reminds me. He doesn't have
a police record, and he does own a car.

No sign of ever using a bus.

He's beginning to sound like Snow White,
except for his weakness for fringe benefits.

Mm-hmm. That's what this second
record is for. Oh, we've got company.

Hello. Hi, Mario.

Oh, these are my friends,
Kelly Garrett, John Bosley.

- Yeah. I've seen you around.
- Hi.

Well, I hear you're
working for Fred too.

We're gonna be partners.
I hope you don't mind.

Mind? Of course not. But I
didn't know you taught disco.

Uh, yeah. Is that what
he told you? Mm-hmm.

He's sold on you.
How about a walk?

Okay. Sure.

- How's your gout, sir?
- Gout?

Oh! Oh, well, he's feeling
much better. Come on.

Drinking is very
bad for gout, Bosley.

Yeah, but it hurts less.

I'm gonna go set the
record straight with Harry.

Gout? Charlie...

♪♪ [Disco, Faint]

♪♪ [Continues Louder]

[Doorbell Rings]

♪♪ [Stops]

Well, hello. Hi.

I just wanted to drop this
new recording by to you.

It'll give you a chance to hear
it before you get to the club.

Sure. Come on in. Relax, have
a drink. We have plenty of time.

Oh, I don't think
you understand.

I still haven't made up my mind
about those... fringe benefits.

No problem. Certain
things are worth waitin' for.

- Then I'll just be
running along.
- No. No, wait.

Look, you don't have
anything to be frightened of.

Besides that, you could do
me a favor... if you didn't mind.

- What's that?
- My car is broken.

- I wonder if you could
drop me off at the club.
- All right.

Well, then come on in. Sit
down, relax. I'll get you that drink.

No, thank you.

How long has your
car been laid up?

Couple days, but it seems
a whole lot longer. [Rings]

Just a second. Harry here.

[Heston] Harry.
Hello, Mr. Heston.

Harry? Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

I thought you should know
there's a chance my wife...

has hired some detectives
to check up on me.

That girl that's been hanging around
your booth could be one of them.

Harry, do you read me?

- Yeah, sure. I read you loud and clear.
- Well, you better.

If Marian finds out, it'll blow the cover
of who was where and when for both of us...

Which means you lose your
future, and I lose everything.

Well, you have nothin' to worry
about. Everything is gonna be okay.

Is something wrong?

You know somethin'? I think
I've been all wrong about you.

- What do you mean?
- You know...

All that stuff about
fragile, handle with care,

mustn't touch, hands off.

I think you'd respond a
lot better to firm hands.

A lot better to
tougher... Hey, hey, hey!

We'll do just fine.

[Knocking]

If you don't open it
up, I'll yell my head off.

Pop?

- Harry,
you're not expecting me?
- Why would I be expecting you?

Today, on this day?

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I-I forgot.

- Why didn't you remind me?
- I didn't think
I had to remind you.

We see your mother and bring
flowers... every year on this day.

Look, come in, please. And then
we'll go to the cemetery together.

Never mind. I'll go alone.
Probably better that way.

Look, this is private.
I was just leaving.

Look at yourself... laying around
all day, drinking, wasting your life,

playing records at that club
for fools who never work.

Papa, please. Stop.

You want the truth,
Harry? You make me sick!

I'll take a rain
check, Harry. Wait!

Now look what you made me do!

Good-bye, Harry.

No, look. Please... Please, stay.
Someday, when I'm not ashamed.

[Quietly] I'm gonna
k*ll you again, Pop.

I said, I'm gonna
k-k*ll you... again.

I'm gonna k*ll you.
I'm gonna k*ll you.

I'm gonna k*ll you.

[Vehicle Engine Revs]

Hey! Hey!

[Squeals] Very good. Very good!

You know, I think he'd rather I
become a dancer instead of a lawyer.

Listen, if your courtroom manner is anything
like your dancing, you can take your choice.

Miss Munroe, could I speak
to you for a minute please?

Sure. Excuse me.

I've been watching you, Miss
Munroe. Oh, well, that's nice.

I'm flattered that you're
taking such an interest.

Well, don't be.
Whatever you say.

The bits and pieces don't quite
fit together with the little girl...

who wants to get in
here and hustle all day.

Oh, well, what can I say? I just...
[Clicks Tongue] love to dance.

- You are a phony,
and I know who sent you.
- I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on. Wipe that
silly look off your face.

Start talking about
why you're really here.

[Chuckles] You know,
my mama used to say,

when people start throwing around wild
accusations, they usually have somethin' to hide.

You are accusing me after what
you did? You two-faced little fink!

Oh!

Oh!

[Both Grunting]

Stop it. Stop it!
Leave me alone!

My, she certainly has a temper,
doesn't she? Now, what's this all about?

She's fired, her and her
friends! Now wait a minute.

- I don't care. I don't want her
snooping around here anymore.
- I was just dancing with Mario.

We know what you're up to... you
and all your friends... detectives.

So that's what you
phoned Harry about.

That's why he started chasing
me all around his apartment.

Yeah. Yeah, I felt that
Harry should be warned...

that you and your friends
are working for my wife.

Look, you can tell Marian she
can have the divorce, everything.

W-Wait. You think we're
working for your wife?

What's the difference? I've had
it. I'm fed up with her boozing.

She's finally driven me to what
she's always been accusing me of.

She can have it... club,
everything. Wait a minute!

You're gonna give her the club?
Now, look. We'll work everything out.

Excuse me. Can you work
out the settlement later?

How did you get Harry
involved in all this?

I had to. I needed
an alibi. I...

I was with Connie the night that
beach bum, James Hannah, was k*lled.

After my argument with him, I was a suspect.
I couldn't tell the truth to anyone.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but we're not working for your wife.

- You're not?
- No. We are detectives, but
your wife is not our client.

- She's not?
- No.

Oh. Well, now,
that... [Chuckles]

- I mean, that puts a different
light on things, doesn't it?
- Does it?

Look, there's no need to be rash about
these things. Like not getting a divorce?

No need to run into things and give up the
club and everything. Didn't I just say that?

Look, I hate to interrupt
at this delicate point,

but what we're doing
here is very important.

If you don't mind, we need your
cooperation. In fact, we insist on it.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Hey, I don't want to see you
hangin' around here anymore.

Well, that's too bad, because
she works here, and I'm her guest.

We'll see what Mr. Heston
has to say about that.

Why don't you just stick to your background
music? Why don't you stay out of this?

As far as I'm concerned, you're expendable
around here too. Get out of my way, old man.

- [Montero] Go ahead. Get him fired!
- Mario.

It's all right. Let him go.

He's a fella with a bad
temper. Best he cool off first.

His job means nothing.
He is not like you.

He doesn't belong here. He's going
to be something important... a lawyer!

- [Buzzer Sounds]
- Hello.

Hey, uh, M-Mr. Heston, about that
girl who pitches records and her friend...

Oh, there's nothing to worry
about, Harry. I was mistaken.

They are not working for Marian. In
fact, they're after the Bus Strangler.

[Chuckles, Breathes Heavily]

The Bus Strangler.

Yeah. I, uh... So you
don't have to lie for me.

I told them they could hang around,
but they'd probably be wasting their time.

Yeah.

- [Banging On Glass]
- [Dialogue Muffled,
Indistinct]

[Muffled, Indistinct]

[Muffled, Indistinct]

♪♪ [Disco, Faint]

♪♪ [Continues Loudly]

[Harry On P.A.] Stay in today,
troops. Bad vibrations out there.

Keep it goin'. Think
young. Stay young.

A-A-Age abuses God's patience.
We know! Don't we know...

that the wind out
there is sighing.

The old... man... is dy-ing, ah!

Yeah!

Hello. Hi. Hi.

Did Charlie check
on Harry's car? Yep.

And you were right.
It didn't get laid up.

He lost his license
for drunk driving.

- When was this?
- About, uh, four months ago...

Just before the Bus
Strangler k*lled his first victim.

- I'm gonna go talk to him.
- You better go with her.

Uncle Harry loves you.

Yes, but keep it movin'.

Dig the b*at. Let it
in, and rock and roll!

I'm-a with ya every minute.

Keep it smooth, because
nothin' a-makes it...

like a-rock and roll!

Fill Bosley in on what's
happening. I'm gonna go see Mario.

Mario. Yeah?

Do you know where your father
is? Takin' a walk on the beach.

He's teaching his senior citizens' dance
class in half an hour. Anything wrong?

Uh, nothing. Nothing.

- Did you find Harry?
- No, and Mario's father
isn't here either.

Are you worried about the
fight that Hector had with Harry?

Yes, I am. If you could have seen Harry with
his father... He was like an angry child.

Well, are you suggesting that
Harry has transferred that anger...

to, uh, other men... older men?

Men that remind
him of his father?

There are three victims
who fit the pattern.

- Maybe four.
- Hector.

Let's go. All right. Why
don't you cover the outside?

The two of us will stay and
look around here just in case.

Okay. Right. Right.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Thank you.

Which way's the
senior citizen's center?

He said across
the park. Let's go.

Do you see anything?

No. Come on. Let's go.

[Chattering]

Oh, Mr. Montero. You should
be on your way to dance class.

If I take the time to go there, the
least you could do is to show up!

It's too nice out
here. Maybe Friday.

Did I say something wrong?
With him you never know. [Laughs]

Maybe Mr. Montero took the bus.

He had to come this way.
The parking attendant saw him.

Well, that doesn't
mean that Harry did.

That doesn't mean he
didn't. Come on. Let's go.

Excuse us. Hi.

Listen did, uh... did a gentlemen go
by here, about your age, nice looking?

- He'd be walking that way.
- No. Only the Latin Fox.

The Latin Fox? Mr. Montero.

He teaches dancing
at the center.

Was there another man...
a younger man... following?

That's what it looked like, yes.

Thanks. Thank you very much.

[Kris] Look.
[Shouts] Mr. Montero!

[Both Grunting]

- [Kris Grunts]
- All right. Hold it, hold it!

[Grunts]

Did I say it? A bum, I
said he was. A nothing.

Did I say it?

Yes, you did, Mr. Montero.
[Harry Muttering]

I'm gonna k*ll you again. I'm gonna
k*ll you again. I'm gonna k*ll you again.

You don't understand. My
troops back there... They need me!

Without me they're nothin'... nothin' but
puppets. Without me they are... nothin'!

[Car Doors Closing]
They are nothin'!

[Screaming] Without
me they are nothin'!

Without me they aren't a thing!

They are nothing! Without
me they are nothing!

[No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Disco]

[Harry's Voice On
P.A.] That's... it, troops.

I'm-a down there with ya.

Dig that b*at. Don't be shy.

I see ya. I hear ya.

And I'll never let ya down.

That's-a right!

Your Uncle Harry...

i-is a-watchin'... a-you!