06x21 - The Night Begins to Shine Chapter Two: Drums

[bunniefuu]

Whoa! The mother lode.

That's it?

I detect a distinct lack
of gratitude on your part.

I just handed you
the mother lode.

This is barely enough to
get me through the week.

Well, times are tough.

Yeah, for everyone except you.

If you're not happy
with our arrangement

you're more than welcome
to take it up with my boss.

That's what I thought.

It's so hot.

Can't we take a break?

Not when the
freedom of this world

depends on us
finding those stems.

Any luck with the radio?

I'm picking up a song signal,

but I can't get a
lock on its position.

What we need is a local,

who can point us
in the right direction.

Perhaps those men can help us.

You're not from around here,
are you?

We've come from another universe

and are on a galactic mission.

- And what would that be?
- We're looking for a song.

-A song? -Can you help us?

Yeah, I think I can.

First, you pack up,

then you get out of town
and never come back.

What's his problem?

He don't take
kindly to strangers.

Then maybe you can help us.

We need information
about a song.

You're in the right place then.

This here mine is
chuck-full of the things.

But the songs do not
come from the ground.

Around here they do.

Long ago,
musicians from all over the land

buried their songs
deep underground

to prevent them from
being captured by Ultralak.

But ever since the sheriff
put a value on music,

folks like myself have taken to
mining those songs for cold, hard cash.

What happens to the songs?

The sheriff delivers them
to Ultralak to be destroyed.

- -That's wicked, yo!

How can you profit from
the destruction of music?

You don't know how
hard it is out here.

Now, are you going to tell
me what it is you're looking for?

We are looking for the song
that was written and recorded

by the B.E.R.

The mother lode. I
just sold it to the sheriff.

First thing tomorrow,
he's gonna deliver it to Ultralak.

You what?

Don't you know how
important that song is?

Now, what do I care?

Songs ain't brought this
land nothing but trouble.

The way I see it,
music is nothing but a curse.

We have to get it back
before Ultralak gets it.

Good luck.

The sheriff keeps all
the songs locked up tight

in the bank at Grave Rock.

Ain't no bank strong
enough to keep us out.

Locals don't seem friendly.

Would you be,
if your town was being controlled

by a servant of Ultralak?

Friends, look!

No way!

It's that miner dude.

"Wanted for the creation
of radical instruments

used by the
notorious band B.E.R."

But, I thought he hated music.

Cut the chatter. We're here.

What's the plan, yo?

Keep it simple. Grab 'n' go.

I'll stay here and
keep an eye out.

Show time!

Attention, everyone.

This is the stick up.

- We didn't come for your money.
- b*at it.

Put them hands
where we can see 'em.

The vault, open it!

Looks like we hit that pay dirt,
yo!

I warned you to leave town.

That song don't belong to you.

It belongs to B.E.R.

I respectfully disagree,
miss. Take 'em away.

You cannot do this!

Oh, no!

I need your help to
rescue my friends.

And why would I help you?

You forged
instruments for B.E.R.

Until that life got me
branded as an outlaw

and forced me into exile.

Now I'm stuck out here,
scraping to survive.

Then help me free my friends,

because I know,
deep down you care about music,

and together,
we can defeat Ultralak

and clear your name.

It ain't right what I've done
to drive music from this land,

but maybe it ain't too
late to make things right.

Booyah!

We are the free!

- Yeah, boi!
- We owe you our thanks.

The stem you're
looking for is on that train.

Saddle up!

You think you can rob my train?

Let's move.

It's time I broke
out the big g*ns.

Oh!

Ooh...

Gotcha.

What are you all standing
around for? Get 'em!

We'll cover you. Now go!

End of the line, Sheriff.

Your hands may be
nimble on them strings,

but I'm a fast draw.

Enough talk.

Your days as sheriff are over.

There's the stem.

Hurry, the bridge is up.

Hey! You can't
leave us like this.

Y'all are just gonna have
to trust me on this one.

It looks like we're all on a
one way trip to the boneyard.

What's he doing?

When Ultralak finds out about this,
you're all going to be sorry.

Thanks again for your help. I
knew you had the music in you.

Are you sure you
cannot accompany us?

I'm afraid I'm
gonna be a bit busy.

- Doing what?
- Well, haven't you heard?

There's a new sheriff in town.