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♪ She's as pretty as a picture ♪

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♪ Soft as the dew in spring ♪

♪ She's got a smile that would melt all the winter snow and she cries ♪

♪ After these little things ♪

♪ She listens to all my problems ♪

♪ Picks me up when I'm down and out ♪

♪ She's young and old in the ways of the world ♪

♪ And she knows what life's all about ♪

♪ Pretty lady, let me sing my song to you ♪

♪ Let me love you like I'm inside ♪

♪ Pretty lady, you're for real and you see ♪

♪ Though I only get to see you in my dreams ♪

♪ The view is worth the waitin' ♪

♪ And the midnight oil I'll burn ♪

♪ You're just a vision in my mind ♪

♪ But to a lonely man you're kind ♪

♪ Pretty lady, see the joy that's in my eyes ♪

♪ Oh, I couldn't live without you if I tried ♪

♪ Pretty lady, lay in my dreams ♪

- Good morning, sweethearts.

This is your little old country lover

bringing you your early morning country

and Western music program.

For all you poor unlucky stiffs

that have to go to work this morning,

jump up and join me for a good hot cup of coffee.

And for you lucky guys

who get to stay home on a Saturday morning,

you just snuggle down in your pillows and you dream of me.

Okay?

And for the rest of you lovers,

stay tuned for an oldie but goodie by Jim Arp, "A Red Rose."

(clicking)

(cheerful music)

♪ Today I was standing on the sidewalk ♪

♪ Trying- ♪ (record scratching)

(clattering) (body thuds)

(hand pounds)

- Sam!

Sam, come in.

- Yeah, Lieutenant?

- Something's going down at the radio station.

I'm gonna go check it out.

You take care of things here.

- Yeah, anything to be with that Kay doll.

I know where he'll be the rest of the damn morning.

(chair scrapes)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(road noise)

- Damn. What a mess.

(phone clatters)

(rotary dial whirrs)

Sam, get in touch with the chief.

There's been a murder down at the radio station.

Send the lab boys down

and get in touch with the rescue squad.

Okay?

Right.

(receiver clatters)

- Hi, Lieutenant. You doing some early morning courtin'?

- Is this the first time you've been here this morning, Jim?

- Yeah man, I just got up.

Thought I'd come down and check out the logs.

And I'm gonna be off Saturday.

I wanna check on Pete too,

I thought I'm gonna get him sobered up

and I'd take him fishing with me.

Damn.

Looks like some of her friends finally caught up with her.

(footsteps thump)

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Ladies and gentlemen,

due to circumstances beyond our control,

we'll be forced to leave the air for a short time

and we'll return soon

as soon as technical difficulties are straightened out.

This is Jim Arp inviting you to join us again very shortly.

Thank you.

(receiver clatters)

- Hello?

Hi, Sam.

Yeah, he's here.

- I'll tell him. Okay, bye bye.

(receiver clatters)

(footsteps tapping)

(door rattles)

Hey! Hey, Sam called.

Reb wants you down at the radio station.

There's been trouble, somebody's been killed.

- Was it that damn college boy lieutenant?

- [Boots] Well he didn't say, but you'd better hurry.

When you gonna start payin' for these broke beds?

- [Chief] Don't worry about it.

(Chief sighs)

(handcuffs clatter)

(clattering)

- Well I see that son of a bitch

had to beat you up again last night.

(woman cries)

(sirens blaring)

- [Chief] What the hell happened here?

- You can see as well as I can.

- [Chief] Yeah. Well who done it?

- Hell, I don't know.

- [Chief] What about you, boy? I'll bet you know.

Yeah, you used to be dating this chick

and she throwed you over, didn't she, yeah.

What about it, boy? Don't lie to me.

I'm gonna check your story.

- Lieutenant, do I have to put up this dumb-ass?

- [Chief] Ohh! Boy, you're asking for it now.

How'd you like some lumps on that damn head of yours?

- Hey Chief, look, we're not getting anywhere now.

Not this way.

Come on out in the hall. I wanna talk to you.

Now, listen, if you'll help me with this thing,

together, we can solve it quick

and it'll look damn good in the papers if we can.

- That's right. That's right.

Damn, it's hot.

- Well Chief, I think it'd be better

if you'd go outside and search for some clues.

These rookies in here wouldn't know a clue

if they stumbled over one.

- Well I better handle that myself.

- Right, while you're at that I'll put the boys to work

with the lab kit in here.

- Lieutenant, you stay in here.

I'm going out and looking for clues.

Put the lab boys to work in there and check it out.

- Alright.

- Oh, and don't be trying to grab all the credit.

I'm keeping my eye on you.

Just remember, you take orders from me.

Don't you think about going nowhere, boy.

I'm keeping my eye on you,

I'll bet my ass you know more than you're telling.

(photos rustle)

- Jim, you don't think old Pete

could've had anything to do with this, do you?

- Hell no. Old Pete wouldn't hurt a fly.

Besides, he's dead drunk by ten o'clock on Saturday.

That is if he can get Candy to give him some money.

- Yeah, but you know he didn't like her worth a damn.

She's always picking at him, making fun of him.

- Now he hated her guts, all right,

so did everybody else has ever had any dealings with her.

(door thuds)

- Alright, Lieutenant, I got your man!

I found this damn creep running around outside.

- What's your name, son?

- They call me Lion, sir.

I'm clean, I ain't, I ain't done nothin'.

I was only sleeping.

(Lion groans)

- Take it easy, Chief!

You're on the stuff aren't you, son?

- No. No, sir.

- That's what I thought. Mainlining.

- You killed her, didn't you, to get money to buy dope!

(Lion groans, sobs)

- No, Chief, he didn't! I've already looked at her purse.

It hadn't been messed with.

- It was one of them damn freaks that believe in free love

and you killed her for her poontang, didn't you?

- Chief! Dammit, I told you.

Leave him alone.

If he'd have done that, why would he have bothered

to put her panties back on?

- Well I know he done it and I'm gonna find out

before I'm through with him.

- Dammit Chief, leave him alone.

- Why, you're just asking for it, aren't you?

- All right, hold it!

- How would you like some lumps on that damn head of yours?

- Now listen, Chief.

We're trying to conduct an investigation here,

not a damn brawl.

You get him in a cell.

(Lion sobs)

Jim, you tell Pete I wanna see him tomorrow.

Now let's get outta here

so the crew can get in here and get her body out.

(road noise)

(doors thudding)

♪ Lord, I want to be in that number ♪

♪ When the saints go marching in ♪

- Amen. Amen.

It is sure nice to have you here

with us in the radio station again today

and you by the way of radio,

and we invite each and every one of you

to join us again next Sunday at the same time

at the same station.

May God bless each and every one of you.

Sister Millie, it's always nice to have you today.

And the nice music gentleman that came.

- For the past thirty minutes, you've been listening

to Reverend Roy Musselwhite and his inspirational program.

We invite you to tune in again next week at this same time

for the Reverend Roy Musselwhite.

And right now it's back to more of the good sounds

of country music here at WSEX,

where that music just keeps on a-coming.

Here's Jim Arp and his oldie goldie, "Not Too Young."

(cheerful music)

- Oh yes. Amen.

Yes brother, we're gonna see you in church tonight.

Honey, I got a blessing outta your singing today.

Are you gonna be in church with Aunt Millie tonight?

- Yes, sir.

- That is nice. (hand patting)

- Hello, Sam. - Hello, Sam.

- How's your prisoner doing?

- He looked pretty sick to me, Lieutenant.

You think he's guilty?

- Hell no. He may be guilty of being a pop head,

but the lab report said

that there was skin under Kay's nails.

That kid didn't have a scratch on him.

- Well, I guess the Chief's done it again.

He's been going all over town

telling how fast he solved the case

and made a fool out of you.

And when he finds out you cleared that hippie kid,

he's really gonna be hard to get along with.

- Him's a damn dumb pugglegut.

Toby don't like him. He kicks Toby's ass.

Toby wish him die.

- There you are Toby.

Hi, Sam. Hi, Reb.

- How you doing, Candy?

- Have you eaten anything today?

- Toby ain't eat all day, Miss Candy.

- Come on, honey. Candy'll feed you.

Damn Reb, I believe you'd let him starve to death.

- Eh, I've had a lot on my mind.

I ain't even had time to eat myself.

- Phew! I think you could stand a bath too.

- Toby don't want no bath.

- You know Lieutenant,

there goes a whore with a heart of gold.

She looks after old Pete.

She takes care of that kid like he belongs to her.

She's bound to be a whore with a heart of gold.

- Yeah.

Yeah, she has at that.

(objects clatter)

(chair creaks)

(hand knocks)

- Hey Lieutenant, you ready for me?

- Yeah. Have a seat, Jim.

(footsteps tapping)

- I want you to tell me all about Kay.

Chief says she used to be your gal.

- Well he's right about that.

I was hung up on her pretty bad at one time.

- Well, when you walked in

and saw her dead body laying there,

you acted like somebody'd given you a Christmas present.

(Jim chuckles)

- Didn't exactly break my heart.

I think the bitch finally got what she deserved.

- Well you couldn't have learned

to hate her that much overnight, Jim.

(Jim tsks)

- Now that's a long story.

- I got plenty of time. Tell me about it.

(chair creaks)

- Well, as you know, at one time

I was riding pretty high in country and western music.

- Yeah, I got a stack of your records at the house.

I still play 'em every now and then.

- Yeah, Pete was my manager,

picked me up when I was a nobody.

Put me right up to the top, man.

Everything was going great 'til she got her hooks in me.

It all started when I first met Pete.

(Jim scoffs)

I was hitchhiking to Nashville and

he picked me up.

(car rumbling)

(car rumbling)

(shocks squeak)

- Hi, son. Going to the big city?

- Perhaps, I could sure use a lift.

(engine revving)

I sure appreciate it.

(indistinct dialogue)

(engine revving) (gears click)

♪ I'm just a stranger to your world ♪

- Not bad. Where'd you get that song?

- Man, I wrote that song.

- Oh, it's sure nice.

(latch clicks)

Thing's cooled off by now.

- You about ready to go, honey?

- In a minute, honey.

I need to talk to you a minute, okay?

- Alright.

(footsteps crunching) (hood clanks)

- You write your own stuff?

- Sure do, man. Sure do.

- You might not sound too bad with a proper backup.

You know, I've got some connections in Nashville.

Just might be able to do something for you.

- Man, I'd sure appreciate it.

- You know anybody in Nashville at all?

- I don't know anybody there.

- I tell you, I'll take you on in with me.

Put you up tonight

and in the morning I'll take you to meet some people, okay?

- I sure do appreciate it, man.

- And if they like you,

we'll get together and see what we can come up with, okay?

- Appreciate it.

- You ready to go, honey? - Yes.

(engine rumbling)

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the Stardust Lounge.

Tonight it's our pleasure

to present a man you've seen on television,

you've heard him on radio,

you've listened to his records numbers of times.

Here he is,

Jim Arp!

(audience cheers and applauds)

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ I spend with you ♪

♪ Each one reminds me ♪

♪ That I'm losing you ♪

♪ These stolen kisses ♪

♪ Stolen kisses ♪

♪ That weaken my mind ♪

♪ Deliver all of ♪

♪ these pleasures I find ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Will be ghosts of the past ♪

♪ 'Cause soon you'll be leaving ♪

♪ But your love just won't last ♪

♪ You always want something ♪

♪ That I just can't give ♪

♪ But for these stolen moments ♪

♪ That's the reason I live ♪

♪ Time and someone ♪

♪ will take you from me ♪

♪ And from these stolen moments ♪

♪ Oh, you will be free ♪

♪ As the minutes turn to hours ♪

♪ And the hours to days ♪

♪ All these stolen moments ♪

♪ Will slowly fade away ♪

(country song continues)

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Will be ghosts of the past ♪

♪ Oh, soon you'll be leaving ♪

♪ All your love just won't last ♪

♪ You always want something ♪

♪ That I just can't give ♪

♪ But for these stolen moments ♪

♪ That's the reason I live ♪

(audience cheers and applauds)

- Yeah, hell I remember when you hit it big.

- Yeah, for a while I was on top.

I thought I really had it made.

- Well hell, I heard you quit.

- Well after the wreck and Pete got hurt

I just didn't have the heart to go on.

'Course that was my fault too.

- Ah, you may have been driving that morning,

but that could have happened to anybody.

- I'd been drinking and pilling all night.

- I didn't even know you drank, much less used drugs.

- I didn't 'til that bitch got her hooks in me.

- How'd you ever meet the bitch?

- Well, it was our amateur night and she was a contestant.

I was a judge.

Course she didn't win, she just didn't have it.

There was something about her though, yunno?

- Yeah.

- She was a lot different

from all the other showgirls I'd met.

So after the show she invited me up to her place.

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

(door rattles)

- Hi. Am I too early?

- No, but I didn't think you'd make it.

Come on in and take your coat off, Jim,

and have a seat over there, it won't take me too long. Uh...

the booze is over there.

Jim?

(footsteps thudding)

You know Jim, you really look tired.

- Sweetheart, I'm beat.

(object thuds)

Really beat.

- You know, I think it would be exciting

to do what you do, Jim.

- Hell, no you don't.

One-nighters, sloppy places to eat.

Hell, me and Pete hadn't been home in over a year.

- Pete?

Who's Pete?

- He's my best friend, my manager.

- [Kay] I wouldn't think you would need a manager.

- [Jim] Some things I don't.

- Wow.

- Hmm. Ain't it the truth.

(switch clicks)

(audience cheers and applauds)

♪ I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

♪ if I don't accept too quickly ♪

♪ All the things that you unfurl ♪

♪ It's not that I don't love you ♪

♪ I'm just a stranger to your world ♪

♪ No, I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

(cheerful music)

♪ Take this letter, ♪

♪ Mister Postman ♪

♪ To my baby ♪

♪ who's far away ♪

(bright music)

♪ Today I was standing on the sidewalk ♪

♪ Trying hard just to bum a dime ♪

♪ when a red rose blew out of someone's window ♪

♪ And I paid little attention at the time ♪

♪ But the rose seemed to have a strange attraction ♪

♪ And lying there it looked so out place ♪

♪ And when I gently held it in my fingers ♪

♪ Its beauty brought a teardrop to my face. ♪

♪ Seems you always did like red roses ♪

♪ And you were always happy as could be ♪

♪ And if I had shown the love you needed ♪

♪ I know you'd still be in love with me ♪

♪ Seems you always did like red roses ♪

♪ And you were always happy as could be ♪

♪ And if I had shown the love you needed ♪

♪ I know you'd still be in love with me ♪

- After Pete finished paying the hospital bill,

man, we were flat broke.

So I went to work as a DJ with Jones at the radio station.

The understanding that Pete received part of my check

for doing little odd jobs.

Candy did her part too.

She fixed it so that Pete

could clean up the lobby at the house.

Not to mention the fast money she had to make

to keep Pete in liquor.

- I understand that, Jim.

- But I can't see with all that money

why Kay would come to live here.

- Well, I don't know.

I guess she wanted revenge for the night I threw her out.

She's the silent owner of the station, you know.

- I didn't know that.

I still can't see how you could be so blind though.

There must have been some good times.

- There was.

I remember one Sunday we took off

and went out in the country,

and it was beautiful.

(water splashes)

(Kay laughs)

(both laughing

(water splashes)

(click)

(cheerful music)

♪ And I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

♪ if I don't accept too quickly ♪

♪ All the things that you unfurl ♪

♪ It's not that I don't love you ♪

♪ I'm just a stranger to your world ♪

♪ I always thought that love was just another word for fun ♪

♪ That happiness must always leave ♪

♪ before the morning sun ♪

♪ And people never said I love you ♪

♪ Without a cause in mind ♪

♪ And without you I guess I'd still be that kind ♪

♪ So if words don't come easy ♪

♪ Smiles are sometimes hard to find ♪

♪ Don't angry with me, darling ♪

♪ Just gimme a little time ♪

♪ 'Cause every time I'm with you ♪

♪ I know I found the right girl ♪

♪ And I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

(country song continues)

♪ So if words don't come easy ♪

♪ Smiles are sometimes hard to find ♪

♪ Don't angry with me, darling ♪

♪ Just gimme a little time ♪

♪ 'Cause every time I'm with you ♪

♪ I know I found the right girl ♪

♪ And I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

♪ No, I don't wanna be a stranger outside your world ♪

(door thuds)

- Pete. Pete!

Pete, where in the hell have you been?

Am I gonna have to drag you in

and out of every motel on this damn tour?

(springs creak)

(Pete sighs) - Damn, Jim.

Haven't got my head on yet, boy.

- Well ain't no wonder.

Why don't you get yourself on in the shower,

get straightened out.

We gotta be at Memphis at six o'clock in the morning.

(bottle thuds)

- Memphis?

What happened to our vacation?

You promised me we was gonna take a rest.

Out at the reserve and everything.

- I know I promised you, Pete.

But we need to do this tour.

There's a lotta money involved.

- Money, money, money.

That's all I've heard ever since that bitch tied up with us.

Jim, we got enough money to retire on now.

At least I have.

- You have?

I've got more money than you have.

At least I don't have to pay somebody to sleep with me.

- The hell you don't.

- When you, if you wake up

and find out what them damn papers you've been signing

that she's been shoving under your damn nose,

you gonna find you've been paying through the nose, buddy.

You can believe that.

- [Jim] I ain't buying that.

- You better buy, and you better be buying this rest too.

You've been going twenty-four hours a day.

You think I don't notice

she's got you strung out on pills, Jim?

Man, the public's seeing too much of you.

And you can get too much of a good thing, boy.

(chair creaks)

- Okay. I'll go home and try to convince her I need a rest.

- Convince her? Hell, go home and tell her.

Maybe she'd kick your butt out

and things would be like we used to be.

- All right, I'll go home and tell her!

- That a boy.

(door thuds)

- Phew! (hand slaps)

- [Candy] Oh, what you want honey?

- Get up and go take a bath.

You smell like a barrel of sour mash.

- [Candy] Oh, kiss my ass.

- Not 'til you wash it, baby. Not 'til you wash it.

(Candy groans)

(switch clicks)

- Is that you, honey?

I think you better get your things packed

because we're doing Memphis in the morning.

- We ain't going to Memphis or no damn where else.

- What in the hell happened to you?

- I got drunk and wrecked a car

and thanks to you Pete's in the hospital

and he may be dying.

- What do you mean thanks to me?

I haven't done anything to that son of a bitch.

Now look, Jim,

just because Pete's a little hurt you can't quit.

He doesn't need us.

He's got plenty of money.

Besides, he's been nothing but a lot of dead weight

from the beginning.

Now that I've taken over, honey, we doubled our money

and this is only the beginning.

- Look, dammit! It was Pete me before I ever met you

and we're not going no damn where until he can go with us.

- You better think about doll, baby.

You never did read any of those papers

I asked you to sign, did you?

No, not you.

Well I own you and practically every damn thing you've made.

- What do you mean you own me?

- It's as simple as that, honey, I own you.

You're nothing without me.

Who's the one who's got full control

over your business affairs? Me, doll baby.

So you see, you need me.

- It's just like Pete said,

you've taken me for every damn thing I've got,

you raunchy thieving little bitch!

Now get the hell outta here!

- You need me, Jim.

You're broke without me.

- You're wrong about one thing. You don't own me.

Nobody owns me.

Now get the hell outta here before I break your damn neck!

- Appreciate you coming by, Jim.

You tell Pete I wanna see him.

- How's everything in ladies' underwear?

- It's booming. - Check this out.

- How about this? You like this?

- That's what I was gonna buy.

- Oh, I wanted it.

Okay. Take it. - How you like this?

- Oh, that's hell. I don't know what it is?

I don't know what Boots is gonna have in here next.

You can't get in the damn place for queers and idiots

and deaf and dumb freaks.

- You work very hard at being a son of a bitch

or does it just come natural to you?

- [Girl] Jim likes black panties.

I think I'll take this one. - Well, I'll tell you what.

- Him's a pugglegut.

Him's a bad man.

Kicks Toby's ass. Toby don't like him, Miss Candy.

- Come, Toby dear, and help me. I'll take you for a ride.

I might even buy you some ice cream if you're good.

- Toby want ice cream.

Toby can go, Miss Candy?

Toby, Toby be good boy.

Toby like Virgil. Virgil not kick ass.

- Go ahead, honey. Don't get in any trouble.

(suitcase clicks)

(door thuds)

(door squeaks)

(engine rumbling)

- Toby, you spilled ice cream on your pants?

- Toby's sorry, Virgil.

Toby not mean to spill ice cream.

Virgil mad at Toby?

- No, Virgil's not mad at you, dear.

Oh God, Virgil's not mad at you at all,

you sweet, sweet boy.

Oh God, oh sweet Mother.

Virgil, Virgil's just gotta have a little a bit, Toby.

- I knew I'd catch you sooner or later,

you queer bastard, you!

(door clicks)

(scuffling) (Virgil groans)

(Virgil whimpers) (door clicks)

(footsteps crunch)

(Toby mumbles) (Toby groans)

- No! Virgil, move!

Leave Virgil alone! (Chief ranting)

(Virgil sobs)

(grunting)

Leave Virgil alone!

No! God! (sobs)

- Hello, Sarge?

This is the chief

how about sending an ambulance down here

to Chanterberry Road.

I got a queer down here needing some medical attention.

I'll be in the station a few minutes.

(utensil clinks)

We got a small problem, boy.

Our public spirited lieutenant

is leaning on your hippie friend pretty hard.

Him being without a fix and all,

he might blow the whistle on us.

Maybe you ought to uh, waste him.

- Gimme the key to his cell.

(key jingles)

(Lion panting)

(Lion groans, coughs)

Hey, quiet!

- Hey man, you gotta get me outta here.

I'm coming down quick.

- [Ryan] You kept your mouth shut, didn't you?

- Yeah, sure man.

Just get me outta here.

(Lion panting)

(door clicks, thuds)

- [Ryan] Not now, you little fool.

Wait 'til they bring your dinner.

I'll be parked at the back door, the trunk will be unlocked.

- No, man. Now, please.

- Cool it 'til they bring your dinner.

(Lion panting)

He'll split when you send his dinner to him.

(door clicks)

(crashing) (tray clattering)

(footsteps thudding)

(trunk slams)

(door thuds)

(engine starts) (shifter clicks)

(engine rumbles)

(road noise)

(car rumbling)

(car rumbling)

(car rumbling)

(car shuts off) (door clicks)

(door thuds) (door clicks)

(door thuds)

(rifle clicks)

(bird chirps)

- I'll take it now, Sam. You can go on home.

Hey, and turn that hippie loose.

Lab report showed there's skin under Kay's fingernails.

Kid may have had some needle marks,

but there wasn't a damn scratch on him.

- Lieutenant, the hippie kid's dead.

- Dead?

I thought I told you not to let the chief at him.

- It wasn't the chief that did it.

You know that freak we called Pig,

one we had pegged for the biggest source around here?

- Yeah. - The boys found 'em both

out on Canterbury Road about twenty minutes ago.

- How the hell'd he get out?

- When Joe took his supper to him,

the kid jumped him and took off.

Pig must've been waiting out back.

- The chief know they're dead yet?

- No.

- Go on home, I'll get in touch with him.

I'll let him know.

(files thud)

- Hey, Sarge. - Hello, Toby.

- Hey, Lieutenant. How are you?

- Hello, Toby.

Have you eaten yet tonight?

- Not yet.

- Listen, go get yourself some supper.

Soon as you finish, you go find the chief

and tell him I gotta see him right away.

- Okay, Lieutenant. - Okay, Toby.

(chips clicking)

- Here baby, take it all.

Just tell me one thing, was it really good for you?

- Oh, you wouldn't believe how good it was.

- Hot damn, men in the damn boiler room

ain't gonna believe this.

(fingers snap)

(background chatter) (glasses, chips clink)

(object thuds)

- Oh, hell.

I wish this business would pick up.

I get so bored just sitting here.

- Honey, I never in my born day saw a whore

that enjoyed her work as much as you do.

I do believe if Boots would let

you'd go out and beat the bushes.

- Well, I'd like to do something

'sides sitting here and lose my money to you

playing poker, Miss Highfalutin.

- Well honey, my pappy taught me the art

of fine poker playin' when I was a young debutante

back home when on our plantation in Virginia.

- Honey, are you sure it wasn't your mother

in a third-rate whorehouse in New Orleans, honey?

(chips clattering)

- Candy. Candy!

Now you mean you go to bed with that damn dummy?

Hell, I can't even see why Boots keeps the old beggar around.

- Come on Chief, and leave him alone.

He ain't done nothing to you.

- I want the ugly bastard out of here.

I can't stand the sight of him.

- Try looking in the mirror sometime.

He looks as good as you do.

- Hey, boy. Hey, hey!

(chips hit floor)

Clean them up.

Hey, you need to learn, boy.

When I say jump you ask, you son of a bitch.

(scuffling) (all chatter)

- Come on, get him up. - Candy, come on.

- Steven, come in. - Come on.

- [Boots] Come on, let's go home and you sober up.

Come on. - Get him outta here.

(door thuds)

- Honestly, Miss Boots, your ladies

must be the cleanest ones in the whole world.

Why, I've never known of anyone to use so many towels.

Why, they must bathe six to eight times a day.

- Yeah. (maid chuckles)

- Where's the money, George?

- Hell, you say that all the time. Every time.

Every time. - Business before pleasure.

(grunts) (coins clink)

- There.

- Ooh!

(George humming)

Ooh!

Ooh!

- Kiss me, baby.

- It's a business to do pleasure with you.

- Goodness.

Ooh, I love you.

Oh, baby. Baby.

- Yes, uh-huh.

(door thuds)

Okay. Bye-bye.

(door thuds) (receiver clatters)

Well, hi there. - Hi, doll. How you doing?

I want me a woman.

- Okay, got some money? - Sure. Money's no problem.

- Okay. That'll be just fine.

- All righty.

- Oh, that was so good.

Listen. You come back Thursday, okay?

Anytime.

- Did I like it?

(door rattles)

(door thuds)

(all laughing)

- Let's go back up, Candy. Let's go back up again.

- That's enough for today, George.

I'll see you next Saturday now.

- Right.

- Oh, Candy. You know better than that.

Millie's waiting for you at the back door now.

(burps) - The whole thing.

- Hell, George, I believe you would eat anything.

- You bet your sweet ass I would.

- Miss Candy, I just don't know how

I could take care of all of them youngins

if it weren't for you.

The Lord'll bless ya.

- There's no need for that. I'm just glad I can help.

Just don't let George get his eyes on that money.

- Oh, I won't.

He means well, but the devil's just got a hold of him

for right now.

- I don't believe you could see evil in the devil himself.

- [Reb] Everything all right, Millie?

- Oh yes sir, thanks to Miss Candy.

- Listen, y'all go get in the car. I'll take y'all home.

Candy, have you seen the chief?

- Not for an hour or so,

but I'll tell him to call you if I see him.

- Thank you, Candy. - Yes, sir.

(door creaking)

- Whoa! (engine rumbling)

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa.

Whoa!

Hey, Lieutenant.

Hey... (door thuds)

Lieutenant, where are ya?

- Easy now, George.

- I swear I wasn't, I swear I wasn't.

- Go on now.

- That damn Candy downtown done rolled me

for every penny I had.

I want you to lock her, I want you to lock her up.

Her and every one of them girls.

Every one of 'em. - George.

You get this straight.

Don't you run your mouth again about Candy

or any of those other girls

or I'll lock you up so fast you won't know what happened.

Now you get home and you get home quick.

(George mumbling)

Straight home, George!

- [George] I'm rollin, straight outta town!

(engine starting)

- Well, brother George.

It's plain to see

that you're under a terrible burden of sin.

Just uh, what seems to be wrong?

Why don't you just confess to the ole preacher

and just, uh, bare your soul and just uh, watch

your heart, and we'll fight the old devil together.

(George crying)

- Well preacher, I don't mean to be bad.

It's just this old temptation just rides me all the time.

(George sobs)

I work hard for a living.

I work like a dog in the wee room

and I tell myself every week I'm gonna

bring my paycheck home to my wife and the kids.

(sobs)

But then on Saturday, I get to drinking

and the first thing you know,

I'm ready to drive back down to the whorehouse again.

(George sobs)

And then preacher, I wake up on Sunday morning

and my money's all gone.

And Minnie'n the kids are hungry.

(George sobs)

Preach, that ole devil ain't gonna never turn me loose.

- Son, uh, you got a nice wife here.

Why don't you just confess to the old preacher

and tell me what is it about that house

that keeps drawing you down there every week?

- Well preacher, you really don't know, it's just that,

it's just some of them girls down there at that house

would drive a mad plum crazy.

(sobbing continues)

Preacher, they's one down there

that looks like the work of God Almighty hisself.

Preacher, she's, she's tall and lean like a racehorse

and smells like heaven.

- Go on son, tell it, tell it all.

So go on, tell it.

- Preacher, she's got the most beautiful tits

that you have ever laid your eyes on,

and they stick straight out

and they're about the size of a big mushmelon.

And preacher, the nipples on the end of 'em

look like two great big old red ripe plums.

- George, hush, the preacher don't wanna hear none of that.

- Go ahead, son. Tell it.

Tell it, tell it all. Go on.

- Preacher, she, she, she, her, her waist.

Her waist is just right and her tummy is flat.

And, and those hips, they, they flare out

just at the right place.

And preacher, so help me, when she spreads those thighs,

it's just like being invited right into the pearly gates.

- Yeah, yes. Amen.

Uh, well, brother George,

you know, I've gotta be about the Lord's business

and I've, I've got to go.

Uh, everything's gonna be all, all, all right.

We, we'll be, we'll be seeing you in church on Sunday.

Uh we'll, we'll, we'll be seeing you at church on Sunday, okay?

God bless you. Thank you for your time.

(door squeaks) - Thank you.

- Sister Millie, always nice to see you.

- Thank you. - Hey, preacher.

- Hey children.

- Preacher, is my father drunk again?

- No. Your daddy's gonna be all right, son.

We just prayed for him and everything's gonna work out fine.

We'll see him in church on Sunday. Everything'll be okay.

Well, sweet Becky.

- Hey, preacher. - Have you been a good girl?

- Yes, sir.

- That is nice. (hand patting)

(door creaking)

(door thuds)

- Girls, there's a customer in the hall. Whose time is it?

- Boots, I do believe it's mine.

- Well, look at the eager beaver.

- Honestly, Boots aren't you afraid that one of these days

she's gonna get so damn hot

she's gonna set this house on fire?

- Well ta ta, Miss rich bitch,

us young debutantes have to make a living too.

- How would you like a fat lip, Miss hot tail?

- And just how the hell would you like me

to pull your blonde hair up by their black ass roots?

- All right, girls, if you don't stop that spittin'

you're both gonna find yourselves

out there walking the street.

Gail, get out there and take care of the preacher.

- Well, if it isn't the little preacher.

Here on business or pleasure?

- Well uh, uh sister, you know, the good book says

that uh, man can't live by uh, bread alone.

And if I don't do something about this or change my diet,

I think I'm gonna blow a fuse.

- Well, amen.

(footsteps thump) (Gail chuckles)

- Well, uh, bless you sister.

- Uh, reverend, aren't you forgetting your tithes?

(preacher sighs)

And bless you. (kissing)

- Well, amen. - Now Reverend,

do come back.

- Amen.

(door rattles)

(door thuds)

(clears throat) (footsteps tapping)

- Why, preacher, what in heaven's name are you doing

coming outta that place?

- Now you just hold on, Brother Smith.

Now you just hold on right there.

Now I don't want you to get no evil thoughts in your mind.

You know, my bible tells me

that the well don't have need of a physician.

It's them that are sick that needs a physician.

And there's sinners in that house

and I'm just doing my duty as a Christian man, man of God, uh,

seeing that they get their doctorin'.

Now you're too good of a Christian man

to see any evil in that now, aren't you?

- Oh no, preacher. I didn't mean that.

I just wondered.

- Well, we'll see you in church on Sunday.

- Bye.

- [Melisa] Miss Boots! Miss Boots!

Is somebody sick?

- Sick? Melisa, what do you mean?

- Well, I just saw the doctor going upstairs

and my preacher going out the front door.

- No listen, nobody's sick.

They're just here visiting our girls.

- Oh, they such nice folks.

(George hollering)

(thicket rustling)

(indistinct singing)

(George sighs)

(George groans)

(George singing) ♪ Hooray, my boys ♪

- Hey George.

- What?

- Really had em praying for you in church last night,

but I see it didn't do no good.

You've been to Boots' house again, haven't you?

- Up yours, bitch!

(George singing)

(George singing)

(George groans) (George whoops)

(George singing)

I'm home. (hollering)

(George grunts)

Becky, where in the hell is that damn Millie?

- Buying groceries, Uncle George.

- Shit.

(George sighs)

Becky, come here, gal.

Becky!

Come here.

Yeah. Ain't you too old to play dolls?

Come dammit, it's time you learn something.

And I'm gonna teach it to you

before one of them snotty- nosed boys beats me to it.

(buttons popping)

(George grunts)

(scuffling) (George chuckles)

Dammit, stay still!

(Becky shouting)

(Becky screams)

(George grunts)

Lay still!

(Becky cries) (George grunting)

Be still, dammit!

Be still!

Be, be still!

(scuffling) (grunting)

Be!

(George shouting)

(Becky screams)

Lay still!

I'm gonna teach you!

(Becky whimpers)

- I want you to look, Reb.

That son of a bitch.

- What happened, Candy?

- Tell him, Becky.

- Uncle George hurt me and broke my doll.

- Drunken bastard raped her, that's what he did.

- Sam!

Sam, come here.

- Yeah, Lieutenant?

- You take Becky down to the hospital.

Candy, you go with him.

- I'm gonna pay a visit on Mr. Webber.

- Reb, remember, take it easy.

He's the chief's favorite pimp.

- I could give a damn about that son of a bitch's pimp.

(footsteps thump)

- Candy, bring her this way.

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(door thuds)

- [Millie] Oh no, Lieutenant, he didn't mean any harm!

- [Reb] Get out of my way, woman!

- [Millie] No, no, no, no, no!

(George shouting)

(screaming)

- [George] Dammit, I didn't do it!

- No, no, no, no! - Millie! Millie!

No!

- Lieutenant, no, he didn't mean no harm!

- Turn me loose!

I ain't done nothin'! - No, no, no!

- [George] Quit it!

Ow!

- [Millie] Lieutenant, he didn't mean any harm!

- [George] Lieutenant, I didn't do it!

Ow!

Lieutenant!

Millie, make him turn me loose!

- Don't! - Ow!

Ow! (door thuds)

You son of a! Let me go!

Let me outta here!

(engine rumbling)

Millie!

Millie!

Millie!

(George sobs)

- Take a good look, you bastard.

The next time you get a hard-on,

you'll remember what you looked like.

- Cut it out, Sam. (mirror thuds)

Not too proud of myself for this.

We're supposed to be police officers

and this looks like something the damn chief would do.

Get him outta here.

- All right, I'll take him to the hospital,

then I'll bring him back and lock him up.

(George sobs, coughs)

(glass thuds)

(Chief mumbling)

(glass thuds) - That damn dummy...

I'm going for sure.

(glass thuds) (Chief sighs)

(glass thuds)

(chair scrapes)

(door thuds)

(footsteps thudding)

(door rattles)

(Candy screams)

(body thudding)

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

(Toby sobs)

- Toby!

Toby, what's the matter?

Toby, what is it?

You can trust me, Toby.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

- Candy's dead! - Candy?

She can't be Toby, I just saw her!

- Toby saw it! She, Candy's dead!

- Who did it then, Toby?

Tell me who did it so I can stop 'em

before they hurt somebody else!

- Chief! Chief killed her!

- Chief Lardas? - Chief killed her!

- Are you sure, Toby?

Come here, Toby.

Toby, now listen.

Toby, listen to me. You know how the chief is.

He may've just hurt her.

Candy's not dead, she's just hurt.

- Candy all right? - Candy's all right.

I'll go check on her.

Candy's not dead. She's fine.

- Candy all right? - Candy's all right.

Now come on. I'm taking you to Mama's.

I'll go see about Candy.

Candy's fine.

- Candy all right? - She's fine.

(door creaking)

(handcuffs clicking)

- You know your rights.

- Get these things off of me.

- You're under arrest. There's your warrant.

- Under arrest for what?

- The murder of Candy Jordan.

- Oh, come on.

- Get your ass dressed.

- Oh, get these cuffs off of me.

- Don't give me any'a your mouth.

You're resisting arrest.

Now you get your ass dressed and you get out of here.

- You bastard. I'll fix you for this.

This ain't gonna do you any good.

I'm gonna get outta this. You know I got connections.

- Get your ass outta here!

(door thuds)

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(crickets chirping)

- Lieutenant, I'm going back on my rounds now.

If you need me, call me.

(mourners sobbing) - Oh Lord.

We who are gathered here today to mourn the passing

of this, our poor, unfortunate sister.

We will not try to excuse

the life she lived,

nor the profession she chose,

for there are those among us

who loved her dearly.

And we remember the good that was in her

and the many kindnesses that she has shown to us

and our little youngins.

(woman wails)

- Candy! Candy!

Candy!

- [Preacher] Anything that any one of us would ask,

if there'd be anything that anyone,

one of us would ask

on behalf of this poor girl

is you'd see to it, that she gets a better break

in the other life than she got in this one.

Amen.

(mourners sobbing)

(insects chirping)

(clipboard clatters)

- How'd you get out?

Now look, Chief, you go back to your cell

and I won't put it on the report.

You're in enough trouble now.

(Reb groans) (scuffling)

(Reb groans)

(Reb gasps)

(footsteps crunch)

(gunshot) Hold it, Chief!

(thicket crunching)

(Reb groans)

(scuffling)

- Hey!

Hey!

(Reb grunting)

(scuffling) (grunting)

(gunshot) (Chief groans)

(footsteps tapping) (receiver clatters)

(rotary dial whirrs)

- Steve, send an ambulance down

to the corner of 15th and Gold.

Pick up the chief.

It'll be DOA.

Thank you. (receiver clatters)

(Reb sighs)

- Hi, Lieutenant.

You're up kinda early, aren't you?

- Yeah I am.

Got to bothering me last night.

Especially after I read Pete's war record.

- He's got a damn good one, man.

Fought with the guerrilla forces during the war.

Received a bunch of medals.

- Yeah.

That was an expert job on Kay too.

Only the commandos and the guerrilla forces

were taught how to use a garrote.

I found this garrote

in Pete's mattress.

(garrote clatters)

- Damn. I never would've believed it.

So lemme talk to him first.

- I can't do that. He's dangerous.

- Hell, man. Old Pete wouldn't hurt a fly.

I think I can get him to come quietly.

Otherwise, ain't no damn telling what he might try next.

- Hell.

Well I'll go home and shave and wake up.

But you remember, he's dangerous.

- I take full responsibility.

Appreciate it.

(broom scraping)

(Pete whimpering)

(door thuds)

- [Reb] ls everything all right?

- Yeah, man.

Damn, I got a sign on the air.

(footsteps thump)

My God!

(Jim sighs)

- He must've heard us talkin' this morning, uh,

(Jim retches)

- Maybe it's better this way.

At least you won't have to sit in jail

waiting for a sheriff verdict.

(water splashing)

(door clicks)

(Jim sighs)

(door thuds)

(receiver rattles)

(rotary dial whirrs)

Sam, I need the boys down here at the radio station.

Yeah, it happened again.

No, I don't know. This will be the last I believe.

This is one case the town'll never forget.

Thank you.

(receiver clatters)

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- Hello, fellas. - Good to see you, buddy.

- I'd like for you to meet

one of the top recording producers in Nashville.

Cecil Noll, Reb. Our company just hired him.

- Hey Reb, heard a lot about you.

- Heard a lot about you. - Good to meet you.

- Jim, you got your second chance man, don't bust it.

- I'm gonna sock it to 'em, Lieutenant.

- We have all the confidence in the world in him, Reb.

We wouldn't have come all the way from Nashville

if we hadn't.

- We got the right songs and the right boy,

where it's gonna work.

- Hang in there. - Okay. So long.

- Take care now. - Yes, sir.

- Nice to see you. - See you later.

(doors thud)

(engine starts)

(engine rumbles)

(coins clanking)

(rotary dial whirrs) (road noise)

(phone ringing)

- Hello. - Hello, Boots.

This is the Chief. Chief Reb.

You get your pretty little ass in bed,

you start warming up my dinner

'cause you're about to have company.

You got that straight?

- Well, it's about time.

I thought you'd never get up enough nerve to ask.

- Yeah.

(receiver clatters)

(phonebooth rattles)

(Reb sings) ♪ Leroy ♪

Leroy. (lantern rattles)

(door thuds)

(engine starts)

(tires squeal) (engine rumbles)

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ I spend with you ♪

♪ Each one reminds me ♪

♪ That I'm losing you ♪

♪ These stolen kisses ♪

♪ Stolen kisses ♪

♪ That weaken my mind ♪

♪ Deliver all of these pleasures I find ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Stolen moments ♪

♪ Will be ghosts of the past ♪

♪ 'Cause soon you'll be leaving ♪

♪ But your love just won't last ♪

♪ You always want something ♪

♪ That I just can't give ♪

♪ But for these stolen... ♪