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- Hi, is anybody here?

I'm here for the audition.

Hello?

It's Alice.

Alice Ryan.

- Hi.

Is anyone here for the audition?

- Excuse me, you're blocking the sun.

- Rupert is the name, a poet as free as the ocean wind.

And like a chiseled rock,

I shall reveal my cock!

- Why don't you take Tiny Tim home?

- I will interpret that as a lack of interest.

The rudeness of people on the beaches

in this day and age.

- What time did that bitch

say she'd be here?

- Soon. Chill out, man.

- Hi, Mavis.

- It's about time, Tori.

Get your ass in here.

What do you think this is, Kmart?

This is her.

- I saw Mavis on the beach. Great body.

Figured I could use some help bulking up.

- Here, we got enough steroids

to make you look like the Statue of Liberty.

- How much?

- You can have the whole thing for 200 bucks.

- Yeah, 200.

- Police.

You're under arrest for selling illegal steroids.

- A cop!

You brought me a fucking cop?

- Well, how did I know she was a cop?

- You have the right

to remain silent. - What are we fighting for?

- You have the right- - Yeah.

It's the cop's fault! - to remain silent.

- Yeah, let's kick some ass.

- Yeah, let's crush a cop.

- Oh, shit.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- We got her right where we want her.

- From the top.

You two have to have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- Victoria Ann Raines, huh?

- It's Tori. They call me Tori.

- Victoria Ann Raines.

That was quite a bust.

Shouldn't she be dressing

a little more conservative around the office?

- So she'll be working undercover, Captain Edison.

- Oh yeah, yeah, I've heard all about your undercover work.

You've done it again, Ms. Raines.

- What?

- Lost your temper.

You're getting quite a rep for that, aren't you?

- She's got it under control now, Captain.

- Oh yeah, I know, I can see that.

It says here that their lawyers claim

that they were in an "unconscious state

when their rights were read to them,

thus unabling them to comprehend

the accusations,” unquote.

- They attacked her, sir.

- Release them.

- Oh.

- Steroids doesn't exactly hit

the top of my list of priorities, you know.

- What about the kids whose lives it ruins?

- If they wanna go around looking like glazed donuts,

that's their problem.

Do you guys hear about the real big bust

over there on the west side?

Cocaine.

- Which gets the major press.

- I haven't exactly made my political ambitions

a secret around here.

Just find me a headline, okay

and then I'll get out of this jungle

and downtown faster than your spit can hit the pavement.

- Captain, we can turn this neighborhood around.

- Yeah, listen, there's not even a decent place

to eat around here and I'm not gonna brown bag it

the rest of my life.

- Captain, maybe if you cleaned up the streets

and took an interest in the people-

- Tori.

- That's all.

You're dismissed,

Victoria Ann Raines.

- It's Tori.

- Got scandal written all over her.

I like that in a woman

but not in a cop.

- She's the best man I got.

- Well, it doesn't say a lot for your men, does it?

Maybe you were right.

Her tits are too nice to be a cop.

Hey, what about that little centerfold scandal, huh?

- Some whacked out photographer was killing his models.

She went undercover and nailed the son of a bitch.

- Well, yeah, sure.

She got her breasts flaunted over every police blotter

from Hollywood to Honduras.

- We don't know how the pictures got out

but she saved a lot of young girls.

Tori cares.

- Yeah. Yeah, she's a regular guy.

But I don't have time for a scandal.

- A scandal? She got an award for it.

- Now, you just keep her out of trouble, you understand?

Oh, and Jeff, listen, tell my secretary

to go ahead and confirm me

for that Arts Council cocktail party, will you?

Thanks.

- Hey, Tori, Tori!

You did pretty good in there controlling your temper.

- It wasn't easy.

You know that guy's a big,

hard-headed son of a bitch. - Ah ah.

You know, I don't like it when you talk that way.

- I know.

I know.

You're a good friend, Jeff.

- Maybe I could be more than that.

You know, if we could get together

outside of this place...

- Jeff, not that again.

You've got a wife and two great kids.

- Tori, you know I haven't been living at home

for more than three months.

- Well, give it another shot.

You've got too much to lose.

- Okay, you and me, think about it.

It would- - Jeff, you're a good friend.

- Damn.

Next thing you'll be saying

you think of me like a brother.

- Well-

- Don't even say it.

All right, listen,

we gotta give you kind of a low profile around here.

So I got just be the assignment for you.

It may not be the best duty, Tori,

but some creeps are ripping off bag ladies,

taking what little they got left.

- Excitement of police work.

Oh. Least they practice safe sex in this neighborhood.

- Hey lady, how 'bout a little donation?

- Well, welfare checks are out, ain't they?

- Some junkie'll give us a couple of bucks

for the warm wrap.

- What else are you gonna give us?

Gimme it all

or I'll rip your clothes off

and your little ass'll freeze tonight!

Oh, lady!

- Holy shit!

- Oh, lady, what a set.

- Look at them babies!

- Jackpot!

- Hold her. My turn.

I've been waiting for this.

Oh, lady!

Ah. Get the bitch, ah.

Oh!

- Oh!

Oh!

Jesus Christ. We got beat up by a pair of tits, ah!

- Police. You're under arrest.

- Lady, lady.

I mean officer of the law.

I know you're a cop but do you think

we could get together again?

That was the greatest! Uh!

- You're not only crooked, you're sick.

- Tori, how did your sister get the drugs?

- Janet never took drugs, Doctor.

- She died of an overdose.

- She wasn't like that.

- A drug dealer was at the party.

- He murdered my sister.

- Unfortunately, those things happen.

- Not to my family they don't.

Not to my family.

- Howdy! Y'all here?

It's Misty Rivers to sing for your audition.

Damn! I got up early for this?

Misty Rivers here.

It's showtime.

You left a message on my machine for me to come on over.

If these assholes stood me up...

Howdy!

Glad you're here.

Should I sing?

Ya ain't got a piano player?

I guess not.

I didn't bring my guitar.

Should I twirl my lariat?

Obviously not.

If I can handle those jerks

down at that long dick saloon I work at,

I can handle this.

I'd like to sing a favorite song of mine

and I hope it'll be one of yours.

I'll just do it without a piano or a guitar.

Like I got a choice.

What the hell are doing?

I got an appointment.

This is my audition.

I got a good shot at this gig.

I can dance too!

- Negative, Kane, .

- They call them gypsies.

That's because dancers travel all over the country.

Now, how are we supposed to keep track

of every little tight body, huh?

- The last missing person was a country western singer.

- You mean aspiring country western singer, don't you?

She cocktailed at some third rate honky-tonk.

She's probably out there

strumming some trucker right now.

- We gotta do something.

- Why don't you put

Victoria Ann Raines on it, huh?

I mean, it's a nothing little assignment.

Keep her little heart-shaped ass out of here for a while.

I see the way that you guys stare at her.

Woman's trouble.

- She's effective undercover, sir.

- Oh yeah?

Whose covers?

Just do it, huh, Jeff.

Hey, you know City Hall

has this new public relations job opening up.

I'm perfect for it.

- Your parents aren't responding to therapy,

especially your mother.

- Nothing's been the same, Doctor,

since my sister's death.

- The family would function better

if your mother was in a hospital.

- I can drop out of college.

- No, Tori.

She needs professional help.

- The house is so silent since we lost Janet.

- Did the police find the drug dealer yet?

- No.

But if I ever find him for what he did to my family,

I'll kill the son of a bitch.

- Should I come up on stage?

You know you're late.

Or maybe I'm just early.

Are you gonna come out here?

Should I come backstage?

- Amos.

Have you been screwing around with the props again?

- Are we screwing around again?

No!

He says we're not screwing around again.

- You scared her off.

- We didn't scare her off.

That was an audition.

This is my new casting director. See.

- Listen, Amos, we must put this show on

to keep the doors open.

Now, since dad's gone-

- Yes, brother Oliver!

- We need the money!

- We're sorry.

- You know, if Logan hadn't offered to come back and help,

we wouldn't stand a chance in hell.

- The hell Logan, the big time director comes slumming.

Are we thrilled?

We can hardly wait.

- For the last time, Amos,

quit messing around.

This dump's reputation is already strange enough.

- You heard that, naughty boy?

- Idiot.

- No, it was you who picked up on me.

If you think- - Now, look,

we've been through this before.

You can make your phone call.

- Maybe I could drop by for dinner.

- Home cooking is what you need.

Your home.

- Isn't it time you started thinking about settling down?

- A guy who's sleeping on a friend's broken down couch

lectures me on marriage?

- My wife doesn't understand me.

- She understands you and she loves you.

Jeff, it's you who doesn't understand you.

- You're right.

How ‘bout a movie?

- Back to business.

- Okay.

But if I end up looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame

from sleeping on that damn couch,

it's your fault.

Missing girls, like the centerfold case.

All young and pretty.

- Why haven't we started on this before?

- Because Edison was busy trying to con a PR job

at City Hall.

- Hm. Dancers and actresses?

- Yeah, and all with very little or no family in town.

There's not a whole hell of a lot to go on.

And the good captain wants you on the case.

- Because of the centerfold similarities?

- Nope.

‘Cause he wants to keep you out of sight.

I think maybe he's got the hots for you.

- The good captain only has the hots

for one person and that's the good captain.

- I was talking with some buddies.

Seems when Edison was with Hollywood Vice,

he took a real interest in his work.

- What do you mean?

- Well, he had a fondness for playing Nazi soldier

and the schoolgirl with hookers after dark.

- A Captain Kink? He doesn't look the type.

- They never do, Tori.

You'll be starting from zero, Tori.

So find out what you can.

If you have to go undercover on this case, do it.

- We're deeply sorry.

I have no idea how your mother got ahold of the razor blade.

- Doctor, my father just sits in silence.

- Go on with your new life, Tori.

- I'm trying.

- Now that you're working in law enforcement,

did they ever find the guy

who fed your little sister the drugs?

- Yes. Yes, they did.

- Was he arrested?

- No. He disappeared.

Vanished off the face of the Earth.

Not a move.

- We just wanna talk.

- Talk.

- You're a cop, right?

You sure had me fooled.

- I kinda thought she might be.

- You thought shit.

You're the one that brought her in here

and got us busted.

- Yeah, but you're the one who tried to sell her the crap.

- Geez. Anyway, I need help.

- Keep talking.

- My cousin's in town and I'm supposed to look out for her.

- Yeah, and we lost her.

- I could tell the damn story.

We lost her.

- Okay, relax.

- You know, she's a cute kid down from Salt Lake.

Her name is Alice, Alice Ryan.

You know, she wants to be a dancer,

starstruck, you know, all that.

- Yeah. She ain't shacking up.

She's not that kind.

- Repo ain't my real name.

They call me Repo ‘cause of my business,

you know repossessing cars and TVs.

- Yeah. She once got a guy's false teeth.

Repo's good.

My real name is Cynthia Ryan.

- Looks like a Cynthia, don't she?

- Shit.

- You lard ass.

I'm doing the talking here.

- Okay, okay. Enough.

Cool it.

- If anything happens to little Alice,

my whole family's gonna be pissed.

- Why, they already think she's an asshole.

- It's true.

- Do you have anything that could help?

- Got her appointments.

- When'd you last see her?

- The 14th.

- Hm.

Got her hair done, print shop.

Van Slake Productions.

Why didn't you contact the police before this?

- Called some brass bald Captain Edison.

Said he looked into it.

He ain't done nothin'.

I sure hope you can help.

- I'll try, Repo.

I'll try.

- Youth.

Youth is in.

They want me.

City Hall wants me for the press liaison job.

You know what that means?

- No, Captain.

It means that I'll be like a regular

on the six o'clock news.

If any criminal in this town so much as farts,

I'll be on TV to talk about it.

- When does it become official?

- Oh, there's a couple of dinosaurs out there

in the running.

But they love me.

See, I've got the today look.

- Right.

Here's the assignment roster you wanted.

Sir.

- Huh?

Oh yeah.

Listen, they're making the selection

in the next 48 hours and I don't want

any mess ups around here.

Keep everything quiet, huh?

- But what about the ongoing investigation?

- Well, bring 'em all in.

Especially Raines.

- I can't do it.

- Why not?

- She's gone undercover on the dancer murders.

- Well, get her back.

- Can't, unless she calls in.

- Who's the idiot that authorized that?

- You signed it, sir.

- Well, I've been busy, okay?

Jeff, from now on

she's your responsibility.

- I'll do my best to get ahold of her.

- Mm-hm.

Facelift.

Little nip, little cut.

- I think you look fine, Captain.

- Of course I do.

Jeff, I was talking about you. .

- I want to welcome you ladies to the Van Slake Playhouse.

I, those of you

who were on time, of course,

we've, but, could we get started for heaven sakes?

- Oh.

- Well, I really need more light.

Or would you rather I acquire a seeing eye dog?

I saw the costumes.

They're early American brothel.

And you, Kelly, you move your gear.

Make room for your fellow performers.

- Is it true Logan Bridger is going to direct?

- Yes. Yes he is.

Logan and I share many a theatrical venture.

- I thought it was a misprint.

What is Logan Bridger doing in a dump like this?

- Maxine dearest, Mr. Van Slake gave Logan his start.

- This joint could give him his finish.

- Aren't we snippy.

What's the matter? Get up on the wrong side of sugar daddy?

- Stuff it where the stage lights don't shine, Rupert.

- Maxine, you really must give me the address

of where you get that industrial strength perfume.

Ah, Mr. Van Slake, two girls are late.

- I just hope they're here before Logan arrives.

- The other scene, okay,

where she's actually getting killed?

- I'll kill you.

Hey.

Hey.

Ah, ah.

Ah, yeah.

Ah.

- Oh.

- Ooh, yuck!

- - Ooh.

- Oh, he ate that goldfish.

- That is a full time geek.

- Sushi.

Real fresh sushi. - Oh, God!

- I told you stay out of the prop department.

Where'd you get the fake goldfish?

- At the pet shop.

- They're real!

Amos, you get stranger every day.

- I'd like to tap dance on his head.

- Back to work, girls.

Yes, yes, quickly.

Everyone back to work.

Smooth. No, no, no, no.

Smoother, smoother.

Think, think tall.

I mean this isn't a downtown dance hall, you know.

Good heavens, whoever called these cattle calls

certainly knew what they were talking about.

Yeah. You did that on purpose.

Back to work, girls.

Smoother. Very nice.

Smooth, smooth, smoother.

Ho there.

Logan. Logan Bridger.

Welcome back.

- Am I glad to see you.

- It's good to see the old stage again.

- How was New York?

When'd you get back?

- Well, I've in town a couple of months.

It's just been bloody busy, you know?

- Ah, I understand.

- Hello, Amos.

- Hi.

- Thrilling to work with you again, Logan.

Oh yes. Robert.

It's, it's Rupert, sir.

I stage managed your last production here.

It's Rupert.

- Hello, ladies.

You look lovelier than you did on the video tape.

And I might add that that was beautiful too.

Congratulations on making the callbacks.

Ladies, this will be a review

based on the material from the salad days

of the old Van Slake Playhouse.

A time when this was the major breeding grounds

for the old Hollywood star systems.

Good luck.

- We appear to have a no-show. Her name-

- Tori, Tori Raines.

I had to come across town from another audition.

- The Van Slake Playhouse didn't add glitter

to the Golden Age of Hollywood

by holding the curtain for dancers stuck on the freeway.

Come on, let's go.

- I'm sorry. Mister-

- Logan Bridger, madam.

That is Logan Bridger.

- Hi, love your work.

I never go to the beach

and I've never seen you before in my life.

- Okay, girls.

Come on, let's hit it.

- Nice entrance.

Couldn't you hire a brass band?

- You know how bad traffic is.

- I love the bit about, oh, so who are you?

Try fluttering your eyelashes next time.

- Hi, I'm Holly.

- Hi, I'm Tori.

- Maxine here only acts like a bitch.

- Because I am one.

Call me Max.

- If it wasn't for your father,

I wouldn't be where or what I am today.

- Well, we need your big league talent.

You know,

times have been tough around here since Dad-

- Killed himself.

- Amos, damn it!

- Well, what do you call it

when a guy hangs himself in his own dressing room?

- It's almost chilling

to come back to one's theatrical roots.

- Well, your name on the marquee

is what this playhouse needs.

- The show we did-

- Didn't draw flies.

- Shit. - It's what the critics

called it.

- Ooh, maybe if you'd given me more to do.

- Then the whole place would be a parking lot.

Logan is what we need.

- We're gonna repay the Van Slake Theater.

Let's work.

Cleo. We've worked together before.

Set up some basic routines.

- Okay, ladies.

We're gonna go through about three counts of eight.

So why don't you stagger yourselves?

Give each other room.

And just follow, watch what I do.

And just follow along with me.

It's pretty simple.

Five, six, seven, turn to the side.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Good. Okay.

Let's go back and add another count of eight to that.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

Four, six, seven, eight.

And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Got it?

Okay, try it again. The whole thing.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

- Come on! Let's have some energy now.

Closer together. That's it.

Good.

Smile, girls. You're having fun.

That's it. Beautiful.

Okay, Holly, Annie,

Maxine, Cleo, and Tori.

Nice work. Congratulations.

We want you in the show.

- Damn! Can't score on anything anymore.

Now that you're a big star,

could I at least be your groupie?

- You know, I'll even give you my autograph

if you move back home with your wife and kids.

- And give up that great couch?

Not a chance.

Hey, I didn't know you could dance.

- You know all that time and money on piano lessons

and dance classes has to pay off sometime.

- Yeah, well, maybe not at this time.

- What?

- Edison is calling you back in.

- Why?

- "Cause he spent so much money on manicures

he wants to make sure he gets that job at City Hall.

- I'm onto something, Jeff.

Buy me some time.

- Ah, he's scared to death of any kind of a scandal.

- Well, say you can't track me down.

- Well, I guess I can fake it for a little while.

- Thanks.

- Hey, who am I to stand in the way

of your showbiz career?

- You know, you better watch that stuff, Jeff.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Okay, Annie, take it from here.

- Okay.

Everyone back a minute.

From the beginning.

Okay, five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two, three, four, five, look on one.

And one, two, three, four, five, six, going on.

A one, two, three, four, five, six,

hip, hip, one, two, kick, kick.

Three, a six, seven, eight.

A one, two, hands, three, four, five, six.

Keep going on. - Let's get the thighs higher.

- Keep moving now. - That's right.

Little tighter

in that formation. - Five, six,

seven, eight. - Cleo, would you

straighten her out?

- Click three,

four, five, sharp. - Sharp.

- Six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, now strut.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, one more set.

Go on. One, two. - Maxine.

Energy. - Come on, guys.

- Six, okay, pretty good.

One, two, kick, kick.

Good, five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two, three, four, five, six, going on.

One and two, a three and four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One and two, and three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, kick, three, four. - Uh huh.

- Five, six, going on. Now, remember the singers

are gonna come in here then.

Good. - One, two, three, four,

five, six, going on.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, hip, hip.

One, two, hip, hip. - Let's get some work

going here.

I wanna see sweat, girls. - Six, seven, eight.

One, kick, three, four, five, six, going on.

One, two, three, four, five.

Good, okay, one more step. Last step.

One, two, three, four,

five six, seven.

- Okay, Cleo, give 'em five.

- Ooh, my feet are killing me.

- Uh.

- I've gotta call my machine to see who hasn't called me.

- Oh.

How does Maxine afford to drive that Mercedes?

- Her dancing talents don't have much to do with it.

- What do you mean?

- She has a boyfriend, Annie.

- Her boyfriends are usually very rich

and very old boys.

- Oh, that.

Uh, I get it.

- Relax. You've earned it.

For a girl who came in late,

you have certainly caught up quickly.

- Mm.

I thank you and my neck thanks you.

- Don't worry, it'll get easier next week

when the singers get here.

- What time are we gonna wrap?

- No idea.

- I gotta be on some guy's arm for dinner.

- Here.

Dry your hands.

I'm all sweaty.

- You wear it well.

- You know, I could fix you guys up with one of his friends.

- Forget it.

- It's only a dinner.

- I said forget it.

- That's okay, Max. I'm on a diet anyway.

- Fine.

If you wanna go through life

eating at places you drive through,

it's your business.

- Rupert, you startled me.

- Feast your eyes on this.

- Oh!

- You call that snack a feast?

- Where do you hide a gun in that costume?

- There's a lotta creeps out there.

Girl's gotta protect herself, Rupert.

- Well, don't you think the gun is a bit butch?

- Don't worry.

I'm not that good of a shot.

But my marksmanship might improve

if you don't get out of here permanently.

- Well, if that's the way you're going to be,

I'm going back to real theater where I'm appreciated.

- Animals.

People like animals.

Put some in the show.

- What the hell would we do that for?

- Maybe a horse.

- There's enough crap to clean up around here already.

- A dog?

- Who's going to pay for it?

- A bird.

- It wouldn't play, Amos.

Van Slake Productions have never featured animals.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Four, six, eight.

Kick, one, two, four, six, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

And two, four, six.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Two, four, six.

Three, six, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Five, six, seven, eight.

That's it.

- Um, it's looking good.

Now all we need to do is find a big name star

to front the show.

- What kind?

- Someone who works cheap.

How you doing?

- Mm. Some trouble with the kicks.

- Well, I suggest some private coaching.

- Those legs won't be in the chorus line much longer.

- Normally Logan's all business.

- Look what one of my admirers gave me.

I told him I was a hoofer not a hooker.

- What kinda guys do you go out with?

- I'm biting my tongue.

- Does anybody want them?

- No thank you.

- Why the hell did Rupert split?

- I don't know.

- Did you do anything to him?

- No.

Maybe he's out someplace looking for a place

to flop his dick out.

- Son of a bitch.

We can't even keep the perverts around here.

- All right, you cover for him.

And stay out of trouble.

And stay out of that damn prop room.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

Two, four, six, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

That's it.

- Never fall in love with your gynecologist,

your plastic surgeon, or your director.

It's trouble.

- Someone said you wanted to see me.

- Did someone also tell you about a drink?

- No.

- Well, what do you say?

- Well, I think that'd be very nice.

- Good.

- Okay. Let's try it.

- Okay.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

More hip, more hip.

Okay, I'm gonna stay and work on it.

- Okay. Now, don't overdo it.

- I won't. No problem.

Let's see.

Seven, eight.

One, two.

Seven, eight.

- You're the actress.

Pretend it's a fine Cabernet

in a sparkling Waterford crystal.

To you, Tori Raines.

- To you, Logan Bridger.

Logan, is something wrong?

- Sorry. This used to be Mr. Van Slake's office.

A lot of memories tied up in here.

- When did you start here?

- I was a kid actor.

I designed my first set in high school.

Directed my first play.

I was Mr. Van Slake's protege.

And the rest is, as my press clipping says, history.

- He had quite an effect on your life.

- Yes, he did.

I've come back to repay Mr. Van Slake.

- When are you going back to New York?

- When my business is finished here.

Tori, you might like it in the Big Apple.

- I might.

- Mm. Talk about bad timing.

Oliver set up a late meeting tonight.

If it wasn't important, I wouldn't go.

- If it wasn't important, I wouldn't let you go.

- Holly, what's wrong?

Holly!

Holly.

Are you all right?

- Yes.

- Amos.

- Yes, can I help you?

Do you want something?

- Where have you been?

- You writing a book on my life?

- Do you always sweat so much when you work?

- If you don't mind, I'm busy.

- Someone tried to attack Holly.

- Well, the way you girls shake your bodies all day,

what do you expect?

- Were you backstage?

- More research for the book?

Actually, it's none of your damn business.

- What's going on?

- She's trying to screw me.

Sex. - Oh.

For a bigger part of the show.

- Seriously, Logan, Holly was being attacked.

- Yeah, I know. I helped her to the car.

Amos.

- What the hell happened at the meeting with Oliver?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

How come I'm never invited

to those god damn, fancy-ass meetings?

- So I've got a rival? Chasing Amos, huh?

- Seriously, Logan.

You know something strange is happening at this theater

and I think Amos is a part of it.

- Strange and Amos are two words that go together.

But enough about him.

What about us?

- I hate these early calls.

- Hurry up or you'll be late.

- And they call him Amos the odd.

Yeah, he's earned the nickname.

Stall.

Get me more time.

Actually things are going well here, very well.

- Shouldn't you be out wiggling your butt

and not your tongue?

Ow.

- One, two, three, kick.

Five, six, seven, knee.

Oh, knee, knee now.

Okay, let's try.

Ready and one, two, three, kick.

Six, one more time.

One, two, three.

That's okay. Just remember to move knee.

Okay, good, good.

- Okay, ready?

- Five- - Yeah.

- Six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, go.

A one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

And one, two, four, five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Two, four, six, seven,

and one, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Two, four, five, six, seven.

Five, six, seven.

Ah, yah.

Yah, yah.

Mm ah.

Oh what.

All right, yeah.

What the...

Mm.

- Okay, now when the singers finish,

I want you to all go to the left quickly.

Not slowly, quickly, okay?

What? Something bothering you?

- Oh, no.

- Oliver! Logan!

- Oh, that bozo brother of yours.

- Look, this is the last time you push me out.

Why in the hell wasn't I at that meeting?

- Knock it off, Amos.

- I will not play the fool in my own theater.

- And I told you, stay out of the prop room.

- Just like father.

I'll show you.

- Oh!

- Amos.

- God.

Oh.

Oliver.

It hurts.

Oliver.

I hurt myself.

Oliver, I'm bleeding.

Help me.

Oliver.

- 19 and sergeant units

respond at .

No shots fired.

Same disposition.

- So he played these little games all the time, huh?

- Yeah, he did.

This one backfired.

- You don't seem too heartbroken.

- Amos was

a different kind of brother.

It was a matter of time.

- I see.

Well, I'm sure you've got a lot of mourning to do.

That's all.

Oh, send in the last dancer, huh?

- Victoria Ann Raines.

Drops out of sight for a couple of days

and our prime suspect drops dead.

Bad timing for both.

- Nothing is what it seems around this theater.

- Apparently the knife was tampered with.

- Forget it.

Victoria Ann Raines, you dropped the ball.

- Tori, your major suspect killed himself.

- Don't screw around with my personal game plan.

- There's a whole lot of strange stuff

connected with this old building.

- Like? - Like August Van Slake,

the founder, his death was listed as a suicide

but it was a hanging

and it was under very strange circumstances.

- Ah, come on. That's all history.

- Okay, Oliver Van Slake had his weird brother Amos

insured to the hilt.

It is way out of line.

- You know, this could be a front page story.

- She's right, Captain.

- Yeah?

Well, all right.

From now on I'll take a more active interest

in this case, huh?

Geez.

I'm as good looking as these guys.

- You all right?

- Oh sure. They just asked me a couple of questions.

- Cops can be a real pain.

- Logan, there's something

I'd like to tell you.

- Go ahead.

- Oh, it's not the time. Maybe soon.

- Hm, a little mystery.

I like that in a woman.

Maybe we can solve it together in New York.

- A one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

- Okay, girls. That was great.

Yeah.

What do you think?

That was really good.

Your lines feel better.

- Okay.

- Your lines feel better.

- Okay.

- We should have some sort of tribute to Amos

during the program.

Ah, piss on on it.

Everybody hated the little bastard anyway.

- He was your brother.

- Yeah. And he finally did something right.

- Publicity like that could kill this place.

- So what.

Let ‘em knock it down and build condos.

- I thought you wanted to save the theater.

- To hell with the theater.

Amos provided me with an instant cash flow.

And when that insurance money comes in,

we can pay off the dancers and shut down.

- Oliver, you want to close-

- The show, the theater,

and all the painful memories.

- Girls, listen up.

Now I present

the highly acclaimed,

Happy Hoofer award

to Miss Tori Raines.

- 1 would like to thank you all

for this wonderful, wonderful honor.

These shoes will be as famous as Judy Garland's slippers

from "The Wizard of Oz".

- Oh they're so you, Tori.

- You know, actually they'll make a cute souvenir.

The pistol.

Where is the pistol?

- Psst, psst, Tori.

Psst.

We got the son of a bitch.

- Yeah. - What?

- Yeah, the creep who's been chasing the girls around.

- We pounded the piss out of him.

- Here he is,

the bastard who got my cousin.

- Oh, Repo, he's a police captain.

- Damn, a cop?

- I thought he might be.

- You thought shit.

- Did so. - Captain.

Captain Edison.

- Uh.

Are you okay?

- Victoria?

Victoria.

They didn't want me for the promotion.

Can you believe it?

They wanted somebody more human.

So I came here.

I came here to get some air time,

maybe change their mind.

And someone attacked me.

A gang attacked me.

There must've been 20 of them!

- Here.

- Look what they did to my nose, my beautiful nose.

- Here.

How did you know I was here?

- Followed ya.

- Yeah. She's good at repoing, you know.

- All right. Drop him off at a hospital.

- Ease, yeah.

- And get our asses

out of here. - Yeah.

- Quickly. This'll be our little secret, okay?

- You're all right, Tori.

- I told told you she was.

- Oh, butthead.

- Oh, butthead?

Why do you always call me butthead?

- Have you looked in the mirror lately.

You're such a lard ass.

- Jesus Christ.

- Hey, Tori, wanna go to a party?

- Oh no, thanks.

I'm gonna get my gear and head out.

You guys have a good time though.

- Okay, bye bye.

Do any of the guys have their own teeth this time, darling?

- Real funny, Cleo.

- Hope they got some food.

- Oh, Holly, you'd go anywhere for a cheeseburger.

- Hey!

What are you doing here?

The place is locked up.

- Just getting my gear.

Were you backstage?

- Hell no.

I don't wanna be backstage

in one of these musty old barns ever again.

- What do you mean?

- Oliver means he's retiring,

leaving the Van Slake Playhouse.

God, how it makes me sick to use those words.

When I speak them, it's like slicing my tongue

with razor blades.

Unfortunately, Tori, you must be part

of the final curtain for the Van Slake family too.

- Logan, have you gone mad?

- I've had enough

of your family's physical abuse.

When I was young,

you know what evil and unspeakable things

your father did to me?

- Logan, let me help.

- What? Like a good cop?

- What the fuck?

We all hated the old man.

- I carried so much guilt.

I thought that stretching his neck and strangling him

would be enough.

- You hung Father?

- It wasn't enough.

This whole vulgar family

and this disgusting building must pay.

As a young boy, I planned this total revenge,

a Greek tragedy.

- Not this way, Logan.

- True.

I wish I could have organized a more flamboyant finale.

- I have money now.

Take it!

- Oliver, you and Amos knew what he was doing to me

in the dressing room.

- And we couldn't stop him!

- Perhaps a simple last act

would be the most dramatic.

- Ah ha!

- Ah!

Ah.

Get you.

- Oh.

- Hi, is anybody here?

I'm here for the audition .