All language subtitles for The Pretender S04E11 Cold Dick

At least Jared could have led us to a
place near the strip. Then I could have

hit the craft table.

This is dead single mold, like you
asked.

And you're forgetting something.

Jared didn't lead us here. His friend
told him to stay here in an email I

intercepted. We've been compromised this
time, and he's going to walk right into

our hands.

My hands.

Now go to your room.

Well, this is my room.

Our room.

This is the honeymoon suite.

Not even after four of these.

Oh, no, no. Miss Parker was perfect.

Why do you think Sidney and Lyle are
coming tomorrow?

If Jared came here and he saw a woman
and three men on the register, well,

know we're here.

This way, if you and I pretend to be the
honeymoon couple, well, he'd be none

the wiser.

This was your idea.

Yeah.

I mean, it's a good one, isn't it?

Nobody believe you and Sid. He's middle
-aged and he's Flemish. And you, you're

young, unless you think that you'd
rather room with Lyle.

Center's a sick place, but your own
brother?

Relax, Romeo. That's as far as I go.

Take first watch. Anybody pulls into
that parking lot, send a flare.

Okay.

Bruce, fall asleep. It'll be a hell of a
wedding.

Welcome to Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada.

A pretender could win big here.

Some other pretender.

I've been told nothing but snake eyes.

I should be having some fun in the sun,
and all I got is frostbite.

They say luck is a lady.

That must be good luck.

Bad luck is definitely a man.

And he dresses funny.

Argyle tried to sell me to the center a
couple years back.

Last year, he almost got me killed.

Why should this year be any different?

Some days it doesn't pay to answer your
email.

There are pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family. 36 ,000.
He's already demonstrating more talent

any of our others.

How many people died because of what I
thought up? Since I broke out, I've

every moment searching for my path. He's
a pretender.

A genius who can become anyone that he
wants to be.

But since I want him alive...
Preferably, he defends the weak and

Life's a gift.

You a doctor? I am today.

Look at me.

Some genius.

I wish I could pretend myself into some
long johns. But in my own defense, this

all started when Argyle decided to
become a pretender.

While his mouth was writing checks, his
brain couldn't cash.

Hello?

J -Man, you made it. Argyle, what are
you doing? I'm sorry, J -Dog. You saw

door. This is a dangerous business.

And when you're the mac daddy of private
dicks, the flying monkeys, all they

want to do is put you on the night train
to Amarillo City. Well, lucky you

didn't get your ticket punched.

Richard Dixon, private investigator.

Oh, no, I ain't Dick Dixon.

I'm his partner. So why did you email
me? Why don't you get him to help you?

well, you see, this ain't Double D's
kind of gig. This is what we in the

industry call a multifaceted type thing.
See, there's a lot of cross -purposing

entities, multicultural purposes, you
know, all of that and whatnot.

Goodbye, Argyle. No, no, no. Wait, Jay,
Jay, you can't leave me. You can't

leave. You're all I got, man. I'm in
trouble, Jared.

Please.

Raymond Chandler had a secret for
writing detective stories.

When in doubt, he said, have somebody
enter the room with a gun.

Okay, it's an ice cream cone.

But it was pistachio. And I'm allergic
to pistachios.

You Dick Dixon? Me? No, I'm his partner.

That's Dick Dixon.

Ow! Ow!

Think that hurt? Take this!

Let's call this story Death by Double
Dip. Now our pistachio -packing friend

will have to wait, since the pretender
is now Dick Dixon, private eye.

Let me give you the skinny.

Argyle's new job was another epic work
of fiction.

Dick Dixon isn't even around anymore.

He skipped town last year, buried in
debt.

Argyle had only become his partner a
week earlier.

He was working the building as a
hospitality technician.

That's what he called it.

I call it janitor. He happened to be
scrubbing Dick Dixon's abandoned office

when she walked in.

I'm looking for Dick.

Excuse me?

You know, Dick.

Dick?

Dick Dixon.

Oh. Oh, Dick Dixon.

Uh, yeah.

Um, no.

He's gone.

Gone? Yeah, he took the slow boat to
China. He's wasting away in

that kind of a thing.

Do you work for him? Do I work for him?
Yeah.

Do I work for him? I am his nom de
plume. I'm his crudograph. I am his

in arms, you know what I'm saying? I am
his partner, for Pete's sake.

Um, you do his dirty work?

That's funny.

This mop, you see, I'm undercover.

I'm what we in the industry call the
clandestinal partner.

Whatever Dick wants, Argyle gets Dick.

Argyle. Interesting name.

Yeah, my parents gave it to me on
account of my birthmark.

Hey, would you like to see my birthmark?

No! Oh, no, I'm sorry. I get that a lot.
Please don't cry. I hate to see a girl

cry. Here, take this.

There you go. That's all right.

Say, what's your name?

Mona. Like the Lisa?

Yeah. That's very beautiful.

Listen, Mona, I can help.

Talk to me.

I'm a showgirl. Down at the club alley
bar.

And my boss is in trouble.

Trouble? What's your boss's name?

Dirty Willie.

He doesn't bathe? No, people call him
that.

The good man takes care of us, and all
the girls have comprehensive dental.

Wow, that's key.

And this bucket of quarters is all he's
got left.

And he told me to give this to Mr.

Dixon. Okay.

I will get this to Mr.

Dixon. Willie knows things, Mr. Argyle.

Oh, yeah?

Things that he shouldn't know.

He needs protection. Consider it done,
Miss Lisa.

Argyle is on the case.

Argyle is on the case.

Five words to send a chill down your
spine.

Argyle embraced the cliché, casting
himself in the starring role of a big

private eye extraordinaire.

Determined to help Mona, he made his way
back into the club alley bar.

And like a true detective, was looking
for clues.

Anything he could find that would lead
him to where or what happened to Dirty

Willie.

But he wasn't ready to be a star.

As soon as things got real, Argyle
wished he'd taken a bit part.

Dirty Willie.

He'd done the job. Solved the case. He
had the killer cornered. So Argyle did

what Argyle does best.

He never saw the hitman.

Who could at that speed?

He was pretty sure the killer didn't see
him.

Pretty sure.

Which brings us back to our pistachio
packet porker.

He was wondering the same thing as me.

Where the hell is Mona? I don't know.
She told me she was coming to see you,

Dixon. And now she's gone?

Did she say where she was going? She
hasn't told me anything.

Did she leave anything?

Look, normally I don't talk to gun
-wielding thugs.

Yeah, your mama must be real proud of
you now, eh, big boy?

No, she'd probably give me a licking.

My mama's dead.

The truth is, I'm not a thug. My name's
Mike. I'm Mona's brother.

Oh, hi, Mike.

Hi.

It just ain't like her not to check in.
Our parents died when we were real

little, and I made a promise to Mom that
I'd take care of Mona.

I just gotta know she's okay.

You will.

Just as soon as we find out anything,
you'll be the first to know, I promise.

Right, partner?

Yeah.

Dick Dixon is on the case.

Kicking tail and taking names, you are
Mr.

Positivity, the shy of I can.

Hey now, it's well right.

Like I always say, private dick's gotta
have a ragtime.

You are not going.

What are you talking about? I'm not a
detective and you are not my partner. If

I'm going to help you, you stay out of
my way.

That was extremely hostile. You know, I
can't keep saving your life if you keep

lying yourself into a corner you have to
think.

Hey, I've been thinking.

I was upside inside out living la vida
loca till I met you.

After you helped me and Pop last year,
I'm mending my wicked ways, you know.

I ain't had nothing but honest jobs
since.

Only thing missing is the love of my
life.

And I met her last week.

Mona's the one.

You spent six minutes with her.

360 glorious seconds, J -Man.

Something happened between us, I'm
telling you. It was like electronical

chemicals or something.

Pheromones, baby, I'm telling you.

Now my future brother -in -law is
weeping in his pistachio. You gotta let

come with you, Jayster. You gotta let me
help her.

Jayman, Jaydog, please, I'm begging you.
Please, please, please, please, please.

There are certain times in life when you
need to think with your heart, not your

head. This wasn't one of those times.

But I thought it was, so I made the
following mistake.

Please.

Get in.

Oh,

golly, it's on the case.

Come on.

How did I get in this nightmare?

Well, I remember I was watching out for
Jared, and you looked at me with bedroom

eyes like you wanted to do the late
-night creep.

I did not.

We did not.

Well, how can you be sure, Miss Parker?
For starters, pigs aren't flying.

Hell hasn't frozen over, and you're not
the last man on Earth.

What? How's the takeout going?

Hi, how are you?

I am fine.

Sweeper team says you haven't reported
in.

Something came up. I overslept.

But I'll jump from head and drop.

I'll be there tomorrow with Lyle and
Raines.

Okay, is everything all right?

I am rolling nothing but seven.

You so much as hint at this. When they
arrive, I will amputate your head.

What about this?

There is no...

Nothing happened, Bruce.

Like I said, it was a nightmare, and I'm
glad I woke up.

When you say things like that, do you
even consider my feelings?

What is it about me that you find so
repulsive?

You really want to know?

Yes, I really want to know.

What I find so... Utterly

uninspiring about you is your idea of
risk is to go without deodorant.

When the bullets stop flying, you're
always the one shaking in the corner.

That, in the game of life, is second
string.

And I don't want those scrubs.

Hey, stop.

And let me tell you something, and you,
you shut up and listen.

You're right.

I've never taken a risk.

Because the whole time I've known you,
I've only wanted to take just one.

Which one would that be?

You're in your office.

It's late, and I sneak in.

In one hand, I have gardenias, and in
the other, I have a bottle of single

malts, two of your favorite things in
the world.

And I find that little spot on the nape
of your neck.

And I just rub it the right way to get
rid of that migraine you always get

6 .20 every night.

The one you never tell anyone about.

The truth is, if I had just one shot,
you know what I'd do?

I would take your pain away.

The truth is, you'd be lucky to get a
scramble at me.

Do you hear that, Bert?

What?

Pigs are flying.

Life

is

strange. One hour in the Nevada Sun, and
I had more unanswered questions than

the Warren Commission.

It was Dirty Willie's murder to solve,
and Mona the missing showgirl to track

down. But Argyle had to see his father,
Benny. The old man used to be obsessed

with the Pope.

I was about to find out.

Wayne Newton is more than a holy man.

He is the shaman of the strip. He is the
duke of downtown.

Wayne Newton is Las Vegas.

If you say so. You know, I met him once.

Sort of. Maya Della and I saw him in
Vegas long ago.

Who would have thought I'd be back here
in Vegas with Argyle, living in this

exquisite gold villa?

Driving range is open.

Yeah. The only one missing is Maya
Della.

This week would have been our 50th
anniversary.

She was my inspiration, Jared. She's the
reason I'm writing a song for Wayne.

Hey, Pop, we don't have time for that.
Oh, sure we do. The big W, he changed

lives, so Maya Della suggested that I
should write him a song, sort of a

companion piece to Don Cushane.

She said, call it Auf Wiedersehen, and
here goes nothing.

Where's the song?

Also a work in progress. It'll be ready
by tomorrow.

What's happening tomorrow?

Uh, Wayne is playing in a charity
tournament, and he will be right there

putting, and I will be right here
standing when I hit him with the

You know, I've never actually played
golf, but, um, won't that disturb his

Oh, yeah.

Well, yeah, I bet it's worth it for my
Adela's last wish, isn't it?

It's more than worth it. Yeah.

And the Big W will love it, Pop. But
we've got to get out of here. We've got

catch ourselves a killer.

I've got me a song to write.

Catch you later, Pop.

It was nice to see Benjamin tonight.

But Argyle was right.

We did have a killer to catch.

So we'll get back to him soon.

Okay.

Dirty Willie brought her right about
here. And I saw the killer standing

over there.

Hey, funny face.

This area's off limits, all right? I got
top -notch talent making their way

through here to the most glorious stage
in Las Vegas, and I can't have you or

that thing you call a suit in the way.

Let me explain. No, there's no
explaining that. And who the hell are

name is Dick Dixon.

You're Dick Dixon?

Oh! You slept with my wife, you scumbag!
I don't even know your wife. Thrifty

Sweets, number 38. Ring a bell, pumpkin?

Hey, hey, hey, have fun. This ain't
about your old lady giving room service,

right? We're trying to find Mona
Jeffries. Yeah, well, I ain't keen on

what are you gonna do about it, fuck
guy?

You see that? There goes my shivers.

Where'd you learn how to do that? I ran
a dojo once. Now tell us what you know.

Okay, I'll tell you what I told the
cops, all right? Mona ain't your typical

showgirl, all right? She won't show her
cones and she saves her dough.

She bought a condo outside of town.

Where?

Oh, gee, God, I'll tell you, geez.

I got your back, J -Man.

Oh, that's very comforting.

Either my Mona's real messy, J -Man, or
something real bad happened to her.

You can stop right there.

Let's see some ID.

The ID's on the car.

My name is Dick Dixon.

You're Dick Dixon?

Yeah. You slept with one of our
deputies.

She left the force because of you.

I seem to have that effect on people.

What happened here? It's been a while
since you cracked your detective

huh, Dixon?

We got a report of a disturbance.

Door was jimmied, place has been
trashed, but her car keys, purse, and

are still here.

Mona was leaving?

No, she was kidnapped.

You gonna get that?

It is the honeymoon, Dwight.

Oh, it's dead.

Barely. Something is wrong.

Oh, no.

As a matter of fact, things are going to
be different from now.

Bruce, you are going to pay for using
all the hot water, you moron.

You are saying, Bruce?

Sid. Please tell me you're here to
relieve me. Being cooped up with Felix

here makes me glad it's your sorry mug.

Lyle and I registered at Caesars.

Separate rooms?

Separate suites.

I will be here later.

Perhaps we can take over.

Hopefully I won't have plugged Brunt's
before then. Call me when he gets here.

I thought things were going to be
different between us.

Where is my wife?

This... Not that they know of.

Could you imagine what they would do if
they knew?

Right, right. We don't want to give them
any ammunition now, do we?

Speaking of which, my clip is empty.

Oh, yeah. I get it, baby.

What if we're going to do this?

I've always had a little fantasy. I want
to live out with you.

But first, I want you to call me.

Puff Daddy.

Say it.

Say it.

Puff.

Daddy.

Welcome to station W -E -F -U -N -K,
better known as Wee Punk, or, different

still, the Mothership Connection.

home of the extraterrestrial brothers,
viewers of the funky music, P -Funk,

Uncut Funk, The Bomb.

They say that life is stranger than
fiction.

Mine certainly has been. And this was no
exception.

Mona was kidnapped.

But by whom?

Whatever trouble her boss, Dirty Willie,
found, it certainly found her.

And it was only a matter of time before
it found us.

I did what Sidney always taught me. When
in doubt, go back to the evidence. A

couple of things just don't make any
sense.

According to the autopsy report, what
killed Dirty Willie was low levels of

oxygen in his tissues due to
hypothermia.

Extreme cold. He froze to death.

In Vegas?

And he had several ice pick holes in his
hands.

I'm thinking torture.

Wait a second, J -Man.

You don't think who's ever doing this
might, you know, poke Mona like that.

Let's hope not.

According to this file, he's the number
one suspect.

Constantine Valzone.

An extortionist for the Pozovac crime
family.

What other party of two plus two case
don't add up to four?

Dirty Willie weighed over 300 pounds.

Frozen or not, that's a lot of Willie
for one man to carry around. Wait, what

are you saying, Jay? There were two
killers who tortured Dirty Willie and

him to death.

Question is, what do they want out of
him?

That's easy, baby.

Cash. Do -re -mi, Jay, man.

Everybody knows Falzon collects around
town.

So maybe Dirty Willie couldn't come up
with the green, and the twins get P

with him.

Twins? Falzone's got these Frigidares
that work for him. Calls them his

Caddies? Why?

Falzone, Sin City old -timer.

Doesn't care about shopping malls,
pirate ships, or the Eiffel Tower in the

desert. He's only interested in cash and
a three -handed cat. J -Bot, those two

goons killed Dirty Willie and kidnapped
my Mona. I say we waste them and snag

Falzone. No.

We meet Falzone out there on his own
turf.

But you don't know how to play.

It's all geometry and physics.

How hard could that be?

Sidney always taught me the most
difficult pretends have an inner secret.

Once you reveal that secret, it comes
naturally.

In 56 minutes, I found the secret to a
perfect golf game. I'll share it with

sometime.

The twins were impressed, just like I
said.

Pelzone wanted to take me on.

Then I told them I was Dick Dixon.

Guess which one's married.

The twins promised to get us to Pelzone.

Which they did.

However, in true Chandler -esque
fashion, we found out it was with a

Someone else had gotten to him first.

And to think, I wasted 56 minutes.

Raymond Chandler always said the best
way to get a reader's attention is with

dead body.

But of course, Chandler wasn't writing
this one.

I got balls!

I got balls!

I'm the friggin' leader.

People actually throw these away.

And that makes them yours.

Possession is nine -tenths.

You ought to know, I hear Dick Dixon
steals wives.

And I hear you hang dirty willies. And
now you kidnap Mona Jeffries.

How come I got the feeling you cheated
golf?

You're not cheating.

You're not playing.

Hey, we want Mona back.

Who are you, little Dick?

All right, I'll show you little, you big
freak.

Hey, dirty Willie never came up short.

So there's no reason to kill him.

As for Mona...

A Viagra -popping man such as myself can
only pray to enjoy a muffin like that

in the morning.

All right, that's it.

You and me are going to throw right now
pies on, right now.

I had it with this mook. Hey, I got no
beef with Dirty Willie. I got no beef

with you, Dixon.

Mona asked me for help. She said that
Dirty Willie was getting squeezed by a

couple of goons by the name of the Frost
Brothers.

The Frost Brothers?

The Frost Brothers.

Now, I got my finger in every casino in
this whole town. I never heard of these

guys.

Okay? So that's it. That's all I know.
All right? Are we done? Are we done?

Let's go.

Let's go.

Give me my balls.

Room service.

I was just talking to the manager. You
won't believe what he was telling me.

what would that be, Mr. Brood?

Glad you could join us.

Center employees of opposite genders
don't room together.

Just show him.

Taken by a security camera at McCarran
International Airport.

It's Jared heading for the runway.

He skipped town.

Your theory isn't holding.

It's time to go home.

No, but the email said that he was going
to be here. We have to stay.

Bruce, it's over.

No, I just... Talk to the manager. He
took a reservation last night under the

name of Jared Siegel. As in Bugsy
Siegel, the man who created Vegas? A

reservation doesn't mean he's going to
show.

We're leaving. We're staying.

Did he just ignore us?

You want to barge in here and try and
scare me? You go ahead.

But don't question my skills.

I'm not second string anymore.

I do a job, and I do it well. And if
your paranoid minds can't take that,

you can go chase that photo.

Miss Parker and I will catch Jared.

You better hope we catch Jared while
we're through.

You mean us? I mean our necks.

As Argyle and I drove back to Banny's,
we knew that without the mysterious

Brothers, there was no Mona and no dream
for Argyle.

But Argyle's dream wasn't the only one
in jeopardy.

Bastards! All of them. What happened?
There I am. I am standing there in the

bunker. I am halfway into my overture,
and they grab me.

Wayne's bodyguards. Oh, bite your
tongue. Wayne's people would never do

with a rake. It was those lowlifes that
worked for the other half of Wayne's

threesome. Those musicians with the big
hair.

It's a good thing they didn't bring
their tigers, boy.

Shoot. So Wayne never heard your song?

No. And I know he would have loved it.
He would have loved it. Of course he

would have.

What's the matter with him?

We haven't found Mona yet.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

It's always a girl, isn't it?

Let me let you in on a little tiny
secret.

He's just exactly like me.

No. Oh, yes.

I was wild. I was unchecked until my
Adele attained me.

I still remember that trip to Vegas. We
wanted to get away from it all. Dr.

Canepa had told us that we wouldn't be
able to have a family, and I know it was

really tough for her.

But Mayadella, God, she looked so
beautiful the night we went to see

You never saw a polka dot dress like
that in your life.

Well, Big Wayne, he picks her out of the
whole crowd.

and he sang Donka Shane right to her.

It was like a dream.

Yeah.

That night, Adela came back to the motor
court, all giddy from Wayne's show, you

know, and we drove the cattle across the
prairie all night, longing to catch my

meaning, and we were blessed.

You can see Dargyle rolled a hard eight.

So now, when I see him going through all
this, I think, where would I be today

if it weren't for my Adela?

She was your Mona.

Jared, you gotta find that girl for my
boy.

It seems everybody who met Mona wanted
her.

Argyle, her brother, Pelzone.

It got my detective ears spinning.

Look, buddy boy, I followed her home
once.

Okay, twice.

Nick had known everything about Mona.

Where she lived, how she saved her
money.

Maybe he knew who the Frost Brothers
were.

But I swear I never heard of the Frost
Brothers.

It was almost a dead end.

Almost.

Takes it. Deputy Wyatt hadn't punched me
the first time we met. Guess he figured

I was doomed.

Oh, this is getting really old.

He tried to destroy three months of real
police work.

We almost got Falzone for extortion.

So get him. After you talk to him?

You of all people should know there's
only one way to do things in this town.

The Vegas way.

What about the Frost Brothers way?

What's that place got to do with
anything?

Place? Place?

Place. Place.

There's an abandoned meatpacking plant
outside town.

So what?

It's so cold. Let's get you out of here.

Argyle, these two guys, they had masks
on. They grabbed me. They've been trying

to get me to tell them what Dirty Willie
told me, but I can't tell them the

secret. I can't do that to Willie.

Well, you could tell us the secret, Mom.
Tell us later. We have to get out of

here right now.

Yeah, we need to get you back to your
brother.

Brother? I don't have a brother.

Turn it up.

Two of them.

Argyle, say hello to the Frost Brothers.

It was a case to make Ray Chandler
proud.

Let's review.

Our two sheriff deputies, Wyatt and
Mike, they killed Dirty Willie.

Tortured him.

Froze him.

Hung him.

But what do they want out of him?

Money? Do -re -di?

You won't be surprised if I tell you the
answer is no.

Dirty Willie had one dirty little secret
left.

And these guys were trying to get it out
of Mona.

And us.

It's been eight hours.

Start talking.

I got nothing to say. You just don't get
it, do you, Dixon?

We do things the Vegas way.

Now, Mona's brother here is going to
drive her into the desert.

If he isn't here for me in 30, she's
gone.

And I ice the two of you.

And I keep the dog.

I don't give him anything, Argyle.

Not one quarter.

Don't put a sock in a dog.

That was a strange thing to say. Yeah,
right. Especially since dogs don't wear

socks. Not dog. Mona.

She said not a quarter. Don't give them
one quarter. Okay, man.

Mona left a bucket full of quarters in
Dick Dixon's office.

Dirty Willie's secret.

Whatever he was trying to protect must
have been in that bucket.

Wyatt!

Hey, what the hell are you doing? I'm
going to give him what he wants.

Wyatt!

No one wasn't extorting money from
Willie and his club. You were. And the

fat boy recorded me doing it. All the
time you just wanted that tape and it

right there.

Nice work, detectives. Willie was just
trying to get that tape to Dick Dixon.

now you got it. Call your deputy and let
Mona go.

Poor Willie didn't even know that Dick
Dixon had skipped town.

Wait a second.

You're not Dick Dixon?

No.

Loser.

You know, you could be protecting
people, not extorting from them.

But I guess that's what they call the
Vegas way, right?

Oh, yeah. Well, we both know that.

Let's try the Jared way.

No, no, no!

It's only whack. You don't know the half
of it.

They're going to make a call.

They're going to let Mona go.

I don't think so.

Loser!

Ooh,

that's harder than golf.

You're out of your mind.

Make the call.

No. Oh, loser.

Last chance.

Close that.

Okay.

Four!

Wyatt finally made the call.

And so did I.

To the FBI.

When they arrived at the office, they
found a killer waiting for them.

Along with the evidence to convict him.
All courtesy of the mysterious Richard

W. Dixon.

But the story isn't over.

I still have one more job to do.

Anything? Nothing.

Which is what we're going to be when we
get back to the center.

One more laugh, then.

I'm not a scrub anymore.

I hope you like Renewal Wing, because
I'm getting you a gift certificate.

The center re -educators can wipe this
entire weekend from your brain.

Well, you'd better tell them that Brutes
caught me.

Don't have to.

We're a team, aren't we?

Dr. Funkenstein.

Well, that all depends on one thing,
baby.

Am I your pop daddy?

Oh, yeah, baby. And I want to get
fucked.

Oh, I have to watch?

You get to watch.

I'll tell you what.

If we're going to do this, let's do it
right.

My turn to live out a fantasy.

Bald men have always driven me crazy.

And it takes more than one to really
satisfy me.

Mr. Wiggles, get in here.

Jim, I want the ball.

I want the piggy bump, y 'all.

Make my funk the P -Funk.

No.

Miss Parker, what about us? I want to
get

funked up.

No. No.

No!

I told you not to fall asleep.

I was asleep?

Yeah.

The whole time?

Yes, Rip Van Winkle. You were making
weird noises, too.

By the way, what exactly is a puff
daddy?

Like I said, I have one more thing to
do.

But it isn't this dream.

It's somebody else's.

Can I help you with that?

Well, I... Oh, God.

Oh, God.

If you knew, sir, how much I want it to
me.

This is an honor, sir. This is an honor.

Third row.

polka dot dress.

Sir?

Adela. She was wearing a polka dot
dress.

You are a god.

Listen, I understand there's something
you'd like me to hear.

Well, as a matter of fact, you probably
wouldn't want to.

I'd love to. You would? I would.

Okay, here we go.

Auf Wiedersehen, baby.

Auf Wiedersehen.

It means goodbye, my baby. I don't know
why I feel this pain.

It's not my goiter, but let's
reconnoiter.

So even though I'm on that far -off
desert in Morocco, I'm feeling Rocco,

want...

It was unmistakably you.

That's just the first verse. There's
more to come.

I cannot wait.

Listen, I want to see you all tonight at
my show. You'll be my guest. I'll leave

your names at the front door.

And by the way, I want you to know that
Adela was my inspiration, too. Oh, thank

you, sir.

Thank you. See you. See you later.

What a guy.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

That could be the worst song I've ever
heard. I know.

But to him, it was a dream come true.

Guess it mean a lot to you, huh?

He listened. He liked it. Standing room
only, Pop.

Speaking of a lot, thank you for that
donation.

It was for a good cause.

You know, I don't think I ever got your
name.

Well, everyone in town calls me Dick
Dixon.

You're Dick Dixon?

Yes.