All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S3E15 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Come on, come on.
Mo-o-ove it.

Dig the safe-a,
warm-a nest.

Outside,
ghosts haunt the night,

a-Iookin' for the lost
and the lonely.

But i-i-it's okay, troops.
J'Bum, baby, burn Disco inferno J”

- Uncle Harry's-- - J'Burn,
baby, bum Bum that mother down ♪

♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno J”
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Bum that mother dawn ♪
♪ Bum if 1”

♪ >J'

♪ >J'

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

♪ Disco inferno J”
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

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

♪ Disco inferno J”
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Bum that mother dawn ♪
♪ Bum if 1”

♪ >J'

♪ 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.

J'When my spark gets hot ♪

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

♪ Disco inferno J”
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

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

♪ Disco inferno J”
♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪
♪ Bum it ♪

a” 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 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!

Come on.
Move 'em outta here. Yeah.

Come on now. Inside, everybody.

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

Come on. Inside, everyone.

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.

[Thuds 1

The
dead man '5 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?

No,
just What you've got there.

The MO. is a killer 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?

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 killed.

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

He was always doin' that.

- Doin' what? - Well, followin' me.
He followed me 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 killed?

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

- Can you remember what time that was?
- 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 killed.

Salami?
That's a dollar.

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

Yeah? Seems
there's a run on salami.

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

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

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

Both victims had been at Freddie's
before they were murdered.

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 shoots holes through
your theory about the disco, doesn't it?

Kris,
where exactly was Mr. Hooton picked up?

About Pico and Ocean, I think.
Hmm- That's just one block from Freddie £9.

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

Which makes Freddie's
the target for now.

Angels, Bus/e y will work out
covers for you before you check in.

♪

♪ >J'

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!

♪ >J'

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.

♪ >J'

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.

♪ >J'

fiDance J”

♪ Dance, dance, dance J”

♪ Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance J”

J"
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?

I'm playin'. I'm playin'.

♪ I wanna boogie with you ♪

♪ >J'

♪ >J'

♪ Ooh, what a treat
Feels so sweet J”

♪ Ah, that body heat ♪

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

♪ Makes me hazy ♪

Whom. How “bout your
{fiend mm the gout?

Bosley?
Hmm.

- Oh, he's harmless and fun.
- Very comfortable. Hmm! /'

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.

♪ >J'

♪ Dance J”

♪ Dance, dance, dance
Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance J”

♪ Dance, dance, dance
Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance J”

♪ Dance, dance, dance
Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance J”

♪ Dance, dance, dance J”

Now, never mind why I changed
my mind about Harry. Just do as

your told. Give him
the marquee.

Sure.
Whatever you say.

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.

Hey. See?

- 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.

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.

Can't you leave
me some dignity, Fred?

Is that too much to ask?

Little family squabble.
I see.

J'Just dancin'
to the beat Feel the heat ♪

♪ I'm movin' my feet ♪

♪ Head/'n' to wards the floor
Gonna get down /' Whoo!

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

J" 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.

♪ >J'

♪ >J'

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.

♪ >J'

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.

♪ >J'

♪ >J'

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 killed 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.

J" 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? /'

Running a business?

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

What do you think
you're doing out here?

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

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

Listen, uh,
you won't regret this.

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

♪

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--

just in case you
want to contact me at my place.

All right.

♪ >J'

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

You be“ 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.

A” 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.

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

No'? ♪

Word has it that you had a
run-in with James Hannah last

night just before
he was killed.

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 kill 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 killed.

A” And I'll sue
anyone who prints otherwise.

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

♪ >J'

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--

fi/Louder]

♪ >J'

How about this?
We ha ve-a liftoff.

We are going!
We are going!

We... are... gone!

Good evening.

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.

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

Look,lhave 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?

P

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 assault and
battery, no convictions.

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

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--

♪ >J'

♪ >J'

P

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.

Just a second.
Harry here.

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.

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.

I'm gonna kill you again, Pop.

I said, I'm gonna
k-kill you... again.

I'm gonna kill you.
I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you.

Hey! Hey!

Very good. [squeals 1
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-- 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.

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!

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 burn, James Hannah, was killed.

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--

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.

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.

- 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!

Hello.

Hey, uh, M-Mr. Heston, about that gm
who pushes records and her {fiend--

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.

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.

♪ >J'

♪

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
killed 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 beat.
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.

Yeah? Mario.

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.

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.

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.

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. Monte-fa.

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.

Look.
Mr. Montero!

All right. Hold it, hold it!

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

Did I say it?

Yes, you did, Mr. Montero.

I'm gonna kill you again. I'm gonna kill
you again. I'm gonna kill 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'!

They are nothin'!

Without
me they are nothin'!

Without me
they aren't a thing!

They are nothing!
Without me they are nothing!

♪

That's... it, troops.

I'm-a down there with ya.

Dig that beat.
Don't be shy.

[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!