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[Car engine revving]

- I been playing everything on these sheets! - You liar!

[Thuds]

-Oh, oh, oh! -[Thuds]

It's supposed to look legal

but all the money that Tommy donlevy makes?

- He never sees it. - I can show you, I take good care of him.

Obviously somebody must be taking good care of him.

- I hear, he's strung out on smack all the time. - Hey, wait a minute.

Baby, come down please?

-[Car engine reviving] -[Thuds]

♪♪♪

[Theme music playing]

Man 1: Okay, Tommy, playback's ready.

Tommy: This is absolutely ridiculous, it doesn't fit

and don't talk to me about how much it costs...

The sleeves have fallen off and I want a red one now, get out of here!

Man 1: Hey, Tommy?

Why don't we sweeten it in the bass, and we overdub the vocal?

Alright. Let's do the vocal again from the instrumental.

The first part was alright. Wasn't it?

Roll it! Get out of here!

What do you think, Dave?

Man 1: Playback!

Huh?

This isn't the first time, Audrey,

does he practice anymore?

♪♪♪

[Singing]

So, Bobby Potter is terrible, I don't understand.

Tommy, hold it!

- Hey, Bobby what's the matter? What's the matter? - Bobby!

[Thuds]

Bobby? What's the matter?

Do you know how many people die, how many P.M.'s we have to perform?

Besides, what's your big interest in this?

I've got a pretty good idea.

My badge still says 'cop' on it, remember?

And my interest is job-related.

We've been assigned to investigate drug traffic in the record business.

It beats working, Potter, Robert Frederick.

- Age 22. - You're pressed for time. I'm pressed for time.

In words you understand, diabetic coma.

- Potter was a diabetic. - That we established. You get it copies.

I'm way over budget for the month.

You keep tissue samples

for a minimum of what three or four months?

Back off, crowley.

I have three customer's stacked up in there.

It was nothing here about a dietz-hub Ford test.

There was no reason to suspect heroin poisoning.

Any diabetic shooting heroin is committing suicide.

Who's talking suicide?

[Rustling]

How long would it take you to run a dietz-hub Ford test?

How long would it take you to put your request through channels?

Oh, come on, now you're not going to put me

through all that, are you, Dorothy?

Calling me Dorothy won't buy you any speed, bill.

[Clicks]

Hey, Linda? It's bill.

We're here.

Sit down, be with you, bill get yourself a cup of coffee go on, relax.

Come on, sweetheart this isn't living statue time.

Let's get a little life into it! Come on!

Come on!

- You've got better biceps. - And bigger feet.

Okay, stay spot.

Hi, bill.

Ha ha ha. Hi, how are you, Linda? Nice to see you.

This is obviously sgt. Anderson, here.

-Ah. -Oh, oh

-hello, sgt. Anderson. -Nice to meet you.

I'm, Linda kamm, dame magazine.

-Sit down. -Okay.

-Is this all your stuff? -Right.

Oh, it's beautiful.

- This makes it look good, doesn't it? - Yeah.

Listen, I happened to mention to Linda.

That we were starting a rundown on Bobby Potter.

-Right. -Right. I tell bill,

that we were preparing a big layout on the chromium skate board,

pull-outs the works, when Bobby died. We had to postpone it.

And ever since I've been hearing things.

Things about money. Things about dope.

When I add it up, it comes out to a big payola ripoff.

With meteor records and David Griffin in it up to their corporate ears.

Yeah, those stories are always around.

- We've been trying to nail Griffin for years. - I heard,

that Bobby Potter wanted to leave the group

and he wanted to blow the whistle.

- Isn't that interesting? - Yeah, does make it different.

Yeah so, we're sending you into the chromium skate board.

You're gonna try to pass me off as a groupie?

You'll come to love it.

Heh, what am I really going to be?

Can you, uh, set up a meeting with your new interviewer, here.

- With donlevy? - Right away. I can guarantee it.

If, dame magazine gets the story.

You set it up, and you got the story.

So, I'm going to be a reporter?

You're going to be Monica Bryant.

Monica Bryant? I know that name.

She works out of our New York office

but right now she is spending a month in the Greek islands.

Yeah. Listen. Uh, I know you're busy, honey,

set up a time and place and let us know, will ya?

-Alright. Bye. -Bye. Thanks a million.

Back in the saddle, Peter.

-Ah, oh. -See you.

Hey, look, do me a favor, will you?

When she gets here, just send her right out.

[Thuds]

Dave you're pushing too hard,

that boy's in no shape to see any reporter.

That magazine's getting hot again.

-[Door bell rings] -Tommy's still upset.

He hasn't budged from that saxophone in a month.

Bobby was his best friend, you know.

Yeah, terrific.

[Rustling]

I'm his only friend. And he owes me three albums.

I'm gonna need more than a patched up,

Bobby Potter memorial album to keep this roof over his head.

Tommy's paid off for you.

I take it one gold record at a time.

And you'll be doing yourself a favor and the kid in there,

if you'd try to convince him

that he'd better get into a recording studio quick

before a whole new generation grows up that never heard of him.

Ah.

Oh miss roth? I'm Monica Bryant.

Of course, from dame magazine.

-Uh-huh. -Hi.

Audrey: I guess you've heard of Dave Griffin. Meteor records.

Your friendly neighborhood record pusher.

Who hasn't? How do you do?

If you were selling something, miss Bryant. I'd have to buy the whole line.

Right now I'm just a poor working girl, I'm afraid.

Hmm, in that case, I guess, I better feed you I'll pick you up for dinner tonight.

Oh. Well, I might be busy.

Oh, that's right. On your story.

Why don't you call me when you're finished.

Audrey knows where to reach me. Audrey,

take good care of miss Bryant.

That's your department.

Isn't she terrific?

You're very nice yourself.

Tommy is still broken up I mean. So don't expect too much of him.

♪♪♪

Hi, hi.

I'm Monica Bryant from dame magazine.

Charlie Parker's version of "embraceable you."

Charlie Parker, the bird's last gig for dial records,

we recorded in New York, in 1948.

So?

So, not that many people could handle the g-major progression

from the tonic chord to the diminished to the d-seventh. Right?

You ever see bird?

No. Just know his music.

Okay, why waste time.

Look you've got the real Tommy d right here in the flesh.

No, uh, no mascara, no sequin dust, no fancy threads.

Love it. Should we sit down?

-Hey, Tommy. -Huh?

- The doctors told you to rest. - Yeah, so what.

I'm going in, hon, going to change,

-get a shower okay? -Yeah. Swell.

You want to see the place?

Twenty-two beautiful acres,

perched high at top the gilded hills

and a scant two miles away from the ratty neighborhood where I was born and grew up.

And yet I cannot forget my roots, pure California,

as American as the rolling surf, and the Sandy hills.

Hey, what's the matter? Did I say a dirty word?

Well, I can get that nonsense out of any fan magazine.

Nonsense? Hey now, hold it!

You're disposing of my life story right there.

Okay, okay. The recorder's off.

There's nobody here but us. Relax.

Be yourself. Nobody ever died of it.

Uh-uh-uh don't be too sure of that.

Come on, loosen up. What troubles have you got?

Everybody's got troubles. Come on?

Hey, wait a minute, lady, where you been?

I have three gold records, and two platinum records.

I just sold out the forum and Madison square garden!

-You call that trouble? -Well, you tell me.

Now, as I said, the recorder's off, and nobody will know.

And you might even feel better.

I don't care, how many people fight

to get into yankee stadium to hear you,

or how many stooges you got up in that mausoleum,

you have the look of a very lonely guy.

Alright, I'll be fair.

The way I see it, you're just a working stiff, and you got a job to do.

-Correct? -Right.

You want to catch the real Tom donlevy?

Caught unaware? In the raw? Terrific!

Call your photographer.

I'm gonna set you up a recording session.

Hey, Dave, Audrey!

But, were you on friendly terms with Bobby?

-He was Tommy's friend. -Wait.

Chuck and me, we came along later.

Have you any idea why he wanted to leave the group?

Ah-ha, knew we'd meet again.

Mr. Griffin, hello.

Sonny, I think, the boys are ready, come on.

Yeah, sure. You'll be able to see and hear better from the booth.

Have you ever been to a recording session before?

- Nothing like this. - There is nothing like this.

[Clicks]

Uh, would you mind stepping out, we're gonna play it.

-[Clicks] -Right away buddy.

Producer: Okay, everybody. Let's settle down.

Tommy, you want to rehearse it once for level?

This is liable to last for an hour.

Tommy: Let's lay it down right away.

-Come on, Tommy -i said we'll lay it down.

That should be good for my story.

I'm still planning on dinner.

- Will that be good for my story? - Depends on the point of view.

-Huh. Tommy: Roll it!

Okay.

Ready.

One, two, three, four.

♪♪♪

Wait-wait-wait, hold it! Hold it!

Hey, Johnny, I think, you have probably, met everybody here right?

We're not total strangers, are we?

Think you could try getting with the beat?

Once more from the top.

One, two, three, four.

♪♪♪

Stop! Hold! Hold!

[Thuds]

Are you gonna get with it?

You can read notes, can't you, maris?

Uh, I've been following the chart.

Look, uh, heh.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life

on this one lousy cut. Alright? Huh.

- He's used to Bobby on bass. - Johnny maris is the best.

-I know, but he's used to Bobby. -Quiet!

Tommy: Once again.

One, two, three, four.

♪♪♪

Stop!

Are we trying to set some kind of record around here?

-Now what? -Follow the chart!

Tommy. I been playing everything on these sheets!

Like hell you have!

I ought to know! I wrote them all!

Not the way I heard it!

What's that supposed to mean?

You just put your name on the music.

Bobby Potter, wrote all this material.

You liar!

[Thuds]

Jenny: Tommy, Tommy!

Just one big happy family.

[All speaking together]

[Thuds]

Tommy: Uh, I don't get it, ha ha ha.

Johnny maris is the best in the business.

I don't know, why I had to choose him out.

Sure, Tommy.

Ah. It's me, you know.

It's me doing it.

I can see myself.

Lousing everything up...

And I can' stop.

I can't stop.

Baby, come down, please?

-I just die, when you're like this. -Ohh...

Help me, Jenny... help me.

Sure, we'll sign.

But let them sweat a little bit. Humility never killed anybody.

Now, you get back to me, huh?

[Sighs]

The phone never quits.

It'd probably kill you, if it did.

Heh, you're probably right, huh?

I love it... I live off the tension, the excitement.

Everything that goes with this business.

For you a vacation is flying to Europe to hear a new group, I bet?

Wrong.

- For me a vacation is flying to Europe to sign a new group. - Huh.

I studied to be an accountant?

Yeah?

Can you see me bent over a bunch of books,

trying to work out a, tax savings...

Then heading for the valley every night?

It depends, what you've got in the valley.

Oh, I'm not, uh...

Not putting it down.

It's just... I like, what I have here.

-Here? -Yeah.

Nobody lives here.

Wasn't designed for living.

What that boy said about Tommy's songs.

I mean, it's a place to let it all hang out.

Did Bobby write them?

You don't stop, do you?

Just like you, first things first.

A song... who knows, who writes a song?

A bunch of guys get together, they kick around a few ideas,

they jam a little and before you know it, a song.

Who does the publishing?

We have a company.

We?

Look when the group first started, nobody wanted to...

Chance it alone. It was too big a gamble.

You own the publishing rights?

I share.

Now, come.

[Phone rings]

Uh, that could be the stones. Looking for a new company.

They'll wait, they'll wait, they'll wait.

-Hello? -Uh.

Yeah... what is it, Audrey?

It can wait.

I told you, I don't want to talk about it.

Hold on a second, where are you going?

Come on?

[Door closes]

Hey, Audrey, I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to get all the information you can about this gal, Bryant.

Uh, where she comes from, her credits, everything.

Huh? Thanks.

[Slams receiver]

Bill, I don't know, how we missed this.

The dietz-hub Ford test?

There was enough heroin in his system to account for his death.

How soon do you want my report on it?

When you get around to it. We've got a deal going down right now.

This whole thing may be wrapped up in a couple of days.

You know, how things are around here,

you never catch up with the paper work.

Remind me to buy you a drink sometime.

♪♪♪

-Hi. -Hey, Monica. How are you?

Jenny, turn that thing down, will you?

Are you okay?

Yeah,

I guess I was a little dumb about the whole thing.

I had no business sounding Johnny maris.

You can't buy a better bass player than him.

- Anyway, I had Audrey send him a big check. - That'll square everything.

Look, it happened.

Maybe, I shouldn't have been in such a rush

to get back to the recording studio.

Maybe you were still a little too upset over Bobby

uh, were you with Bobby

before the record session the night he died?

What does it matter?

- He was a diabetic, right? - Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?

Did you actually see Bobby take his own Insulin that night?

Hey, Monica want to take a little drive with me?

I got a brand new set of wheels right outside here.

Jenny just fixed it up for me.

Jenny?

Yeah, her father used to drive stock cars

and Jenny spent most of her young life following him around

from one dirt track to another. Come on.

-I'll get my bag. -You stay right there.

♪♪♪

Are you dino raimondi?

-Yeah, what about it? -Yeah, i'm, uh,

sergeant crowley, police department this is...

-Ahhhh -...Officer styles.

Your parole officer isn't coming down.

- Why are you roasting him, he hasn't done anything? - Look, miss, he's on parole.

Which means his parole officer has the right to interview him any time he likes.

Right, dino?

Please, Sandra, don't say anything.

Crowley: Sandra?

Excuse me, are you Sandra wortman?

- Huh. - That's right. She's Mr. Griffin's secretary.

Aren't you also listed as president of the publishing company?

I am not on parole, sergeant.

I must have the wrong slant on the music business.

Sandra, why don't you go on back to the office.

Mr. Griffin's probably waiting on you. Huh?

Yeah, Sandra. Dino be alright. Won't you, dino?

Well, you call me as soon as you can.

-Mind if we sit down? -No,

-make yourselves right at home. -Thank you.

Look kid...

- Nobody wants to step on you, you know? - Yeah, I bet.

We just want to know, what happened the night Bobby Potter died.

- Bobby died. Period. - Who could have got at his Insulin?

I don't touch his Insulin.

I never said you did.

But you're in a good position to know who could have.

Dino, let me tell you something.

You're in a hell of a lot deeper this time

than a mere possession for sale case.

Now what about it?

Look, uh, listen, I've got to think about it.

Give me a day to come up with something, alright?

Just be careful you don't think yourself back into the joint.

Where have you been all day?

I've been trying to reach you.

Listen, there were just two cops over here twistin' me, huh?

Yep, I gotcha, yeah.

Yeah, alright, right.

Jenny? David.

I want you to do something for me.

♪♪♪

[Shouting]

Pepper: How long since you've been this far away

from the studio?

Tommy: I can't even remember.

It's beautiful.

Hey, how're they biting?

-Ha ha ha. -Ssh!

-You dig this. -Oh, yeah.

My father and I used to come out here all the time.

Even after he divorced mom. He'd pick me up every Sunday.

Then when he had a couple of gigs, he was a musician, you know.

Then, uh, we'd take the half day boat...

Or if he wasn't holding,

we'd just, we'd just stay here on the pier and fish all day long.

-He played sax too? -Yeah, album.

He played just as good as bird.

He died before I made it big.

-Listen, can you do me a favor? -Hmm.

Uh, this article or whatever it is,

could you just leave off my mother?

She gets hers every week.

Okay. What about money?

Do you have any idea, how much you make a year?

Heh, are you kidding? I can't even count that high.

- Well, somebody must know. - Yeah you're right. I've got it made.

The American dream, big house, big car, plenty of women, like Jenny,

every time I turn my head, there are people falling all over to do what I want.

Really?

Or are they there to make sure you do what they want?

[Car engine revving]

-Tommy? -Shut up!

Pepper: Tommy, what's bothering you?

Tommy: Nothing's bothering me!

Pepper: Why did Bobby, want to leave the group?

What did happen the night he died?

[Car engine reviving]

Had your fun?

Maybe, I better drive, I value my life,

and you're too big an investment to end up at the bottom of one of these canyons.

Alright out! Get out!

- What! What! Tommy! - I don't need you hassling me!

Ahh!

Okay.

[Car door closes]

[Car engine reviving]

♪♪♪

[Police siren wails]

Keep pulling.

Easy, okay, Charlie, let me have some slack.

- Unsep the line. - Let's get him out of the way.

Bill.

And I should believe on him harder,

shouldn't have given him time to think.

You didn't know, this was gonna happen. Look, I know how you feel.

I've blown my in with Tommy donlevy.

Yeah... pepper, I gotta go.

I want to be there when they break the news to Sandra wortman.

Stop pushing on me, will you? I told ya, I never threw him.

-But you knew he was there. -No way...

-Okay. -Cool it. Cool it...

[Sighs]

Would you like some more?

No-no, I'm okay now.

I should have stayed with him.

I should have been there to help him.

There are a lot of things a lot of us should have done, Sandra, and we didn't' t.

- We can't go back. - I had to smart off at you.

- Everybody smarts off at a cop doing a job. - Yeah.

You see, I was trying to tell dino that it wasn't him I wanted.

The chromium skate board was scoring with him.

Oh, he wasn't dealing!

He had no choice!

Who was leaning on him, Sandra? Was it Griffin?

I don't know. It might have been.

When dino was busted before, he worked for meteor records.

He was a promotion man. He called on radio stations.

Well, look Sandra did Griffin get him the job with Tommy donlevy?

I don't know. I guess so.

Sandra.

You're Griffin's secretary.

You're also listed as an officer of some of his companies.

I just sign forms. Type minutes. Somebody has to do it!

Yes, but you've got your head together.

Now you've probably got a pretty good idea what's going on.

- Especially, with chromium skate board. - It happens to a lot of groups.

What happens to a lot of groups, murder?

Please, I know so little about any of this.

Sandra, two people are dead! Two people have been murdered!

You want to help dino?

I said nobody can go back. But do you really want to help dino?

Okay, here's your chance.

It's all very complicated, and it's supposed to look legal

but all the money that Tommy donlevy makes?

He never sees it.

They've got papers his mother signed, agreements, long-term notes.

Bobby Potter was making noises, right?

He wanted an accounting. He was going to see a lawyer.

Who's got these records? Where are they?

In the office.

But please, I don't want to go back there anymore.

Okay.

Sandra, listen, investigator, styles, will take you home.

He'll also call you as soon as the coroner will release the body.

He doesn't have to.

Of course, I don't, but it'd make it a lot easier for you, if I do.

Sandra... did dino ever score for the skate board?

Once. He really sweated.

About five or six weeks ago.

That's about the time Bobby Potter died.

Styles: Right.

Crowley: Okay, I'll be in touch. Thanks very much.

Jenny: Hey man, you're really blowin' your mind.

- You don't want no part of that Bryant chick. - Oh, climb off, will ya.

I have enough problems on my back!

Yeah, well, you don't need her up there, too.

I just can't think straight anymore.

We know, how to fix that, don't we?

Oh, that's terrific! That's just terrific!

That's your answer to everything, isn't it?

Don't you understand? I'm in big trouble.

Well, what about me? Don't I count anymore?

Hey, fine.

You're not walking, are you?

Why not? You got a new old lady. Blonde, beautiful.

I got you, babe.

One or the other.

I can be out of here in five minutes.

You go on one of your bummers, don't you come lookin' for Jenny.

Don't split on me, Jenny!

You'll get rid of that chick?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you're really hurtin'.

I better make a run.

Pick up something. You'll be okay?

-When are you comin' back? -Couple hours.

Come here.

What are you guys doing, studying for your finals?

Yeah, looks like, we might flunk Griffin out.

Just from those?

No, not quite.

But at least now we know, what records to go in and subpoena.

Looks like your friend, Griffin, is not a very nice man.

Hmm, tell me about it.

Well, looks like he launders mob money, among other sins.

[Telephone bell ringing]

Crowley.

Yeah, hi, Linda, you still taking pictures of Peter?

Heh heh, wait a minute,

-you can't say that to a cop. -Heh heh.

I'm looking at her even as we speak.

Is that right?

Okay, thanks.

Well, it looks like you're still in.

Tommy donlevy wants to see you right away.

Very interesting.

Sure, I'm scared!

- First Bobby, now dino. - Your problem is, Tommy donlevy.

Yeah and he's coming apart.

Jenny's with him.

Do you want him zonked out of his skull?

Tell you what I want. I want another album.

I want it in gold, I want it in platinum. I want the whole works.

I don't care, what you have to do to squeeze him.

Yeah and suppose, there's no more juice inside? Suppose there's nothing?

[Clicks lighter]

Then, we'll feel sorry for him. But I want my money's worth.

What about that, Bryant gal, I asked you about.

Oh, she's on the dame magazine staff, in New York.

She wrote a novel a couple of years ago.

Well, get me a copy of the book.

I want to know everything there is to know about that lady.

Dave! She isn't worth it!

I'll decide if she's worth it or not worth it.

Get me the book.

You better get back to Tommy.

He's not going anywhere.

Dave, what're you going to do if Tommy can't get it together?

-Tough. -On who?

Who do you think?

Well you got a contract. You gotta pay him.

Not if they bust him.

Standard in every contract.

-You're a mean dude. -Who, me?

Um-hm. I love mean dudes.

Don't you got a job to do?

Umm-hmm.

[Keyboard clacking]

Uhh. Mr. Griffin?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

I'm sergeant crowley, this is investigator, styles,

we'd like to talk to you, please, inside.

-Uhh, what's your name? -Cora.

-No calls, Cora. -Yes, sir.

Whatever it is, I'm pretty busy.

Yeah, we know, how busy you are, Mr. Griffin.

You see, we're conducting an investigation

and I need to take a look at your corporate records

for chrome publishing company, td recording, skate management...

Wa-wa-wa, not without a court order!

Come on, Mr. Griffin. I think, you're well aware

that corporate records are open to the public scrutiny, aren't you?

What do they say about fighting city hall?

-You lose. -Yeah. Yeah.

-Rolling wheels production... -give me the list.

You can look all you want. Everything's straight.

Fine. Then you've got nothing to worry about.

I better not.

I pay a big retainer every year to make sure of that...

Legally, I'm clean.

How about ethically?

Ethically? Heh, are you kidding?

In this business?

I made rich men out of a bunch of kids who should be pumping gas.

Unfortunately, two of those rich men are dead.

And a third one's strung out on drugs.

I'm nobody's mother.

Yeah, what kind of an accounting did Bobby Potter want?

What does that mean?

I don't know, I'm just trying to establish fact on a rumor.

What about Tommy donlevy? He ever get out of line?

Why should he? I take good care of him.

Obviously somebody must be taking good care of him.

- I hear he's strung out on smack all the time. - Hey, wait a minute.

Now, I don't have to listen to this.

I'm gonna ask you gentlemen to leave.

Yeah, you're right, Mr. Griffin.

You see, we're just trying to do our job.

Sometimes we get a little carried away.

The fact is, we're going to need your permission to have these records copied.

You see, without your permission, I'll have to go down

and get a court order and come back and confiscate 'em. Gets to be a big hassle.

I'd like to avoid that. Wouldn't you?

Or would you?

-Go ahead. -Thanks for the cooperation.

Sorry, there are no pictures.

[Door closes]

You see, everybody says they love me so much.

Audrey and Dave and Jenny.

And I tell myself they need me...

But you're right.

They're all into me.

-It's spelled money. -Ahh.

When did it all start, Tommy? Uh, with Bobby?

Before I think, uh...

Bobby always used to say, here we are writing songs

about truth and honesty, all the heavies,

and what are we doing, how are we living?

-He was going to quit? -Yeah.

I wasn't ready for that, right.

We'd been together since we were kids.

The night he died. Do you remember something?

We had a big hassle over something.

Jenny gave me all the details about that.

I remember Dave kept telling me

don't worry, Bobby, isn't really going to split.

You see there, there are a lot of things recently that I...

I just can't remember.

Other people tell me about 'em later.

Things like what?

Like last night.

I'm really sorry, about that, Monica.

You know, it's just that sometimes people, they get to me.

And i-I don't know what I'm gonna do next.

Did you come right back here after you dumped me in the canyon?

Then what?

Uhh, then i-I got spaced out, you know.

No, I don't know.

And you're gonna have to be able to come up with something better than that.

For the police.

Police? Why the police?

Tommy, this is the real world. A boy was killed.

People have to know why.

(Knocking)

Come in.

Mr. Griffin?

Miss roth brought this by for you.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Thank you, thank you.

[Door closes]

♪♪♪

Think about it, Tommy, okay?

Thinking is too much effort.

Hi.

- Did I miss anything? - You never miss a trick.

I'll call you later, Tommy

♪♪♪

[Car engine starts]

♪♪♪

[Thuds]

Crowley: There she is. Okay, leave her alone.

Pepper: I'm fine, ohh. Oww.

Here. Here.

Crowley: Take it easy, pepper. Give me your hand.

Pepper: I'm tellin' you, I'm okay.

I'm all... I'm alright.

Oh.

Look at my car!

Uhg.. It's a mess, look at it!

I need my car.

Oh, my shoes, somebody get my shoes and my purse!

Get my shoes.

- I'm tellin' you, I'm alright. - Hold your arms still, will ya?

Look at my car, my car is what's ruined.

- Will ya just relax and let him examine you. - Fine I'm alright!

We know your mouth still works.

-Hey, bill. -Huh?

Can I see you a minute?

- I'll be right back. - Okay, get my shoes and my purse.

Crowley: Relax! Will ya.

I'm tellin' ya, it's just a couple of bruises, I'm alright.

Ahh, oooh.

Somebody cut the emergency brake cable,

-and the brake linings. -You're kidding.

It's a good thing she had her seat belt on.

Should she be sitting up like that?

It's hard to believe but she seems to be alright.

- See. - I think, she should stay off her feet for a while, though.

- What do you know, about this? - I don't know anything about this!

Somebody cut the brake linings on her car. Now, what do you know about it?

Did you have anything to do with it?

It had to be, Jenny.

Well, she'll tell you. I was driving up the hill, I saw her and stopped to help her.

I was the one who phoned the ambulance.

Are you sure she's okay?

Yeah. Just let her take it easy for a little while.

Do you wanna join us on top of the hill for a little conversation?

I wouldn't. But if you insist, I will.

You go along with investigator, styles, he'll take you up.

Okay, come on.

Alright, take it easy.

Ohh, yeah, I'm alright, I'm fine.

- Do you realize, how close you came here? - Yeah. I noticed.

I can't take many more of these.

-There you go, pep. -Oh. Thanks

okay, miss roth.

You want to tell me what you know about Bobby Potter?

Well what about Bobby Potter? I don't understand the question.

You mean, you were not aware

that he was going to knock down this sweet little deal of yours?

Who was in on it?

Let me tell you something, miss roth,

now we have ways of getting to the truth.

We just subpoena you before the grand jury.

But we're offering you immunity.

Pepper: There isn't much time.

We still don't know, where Tommy and Jenny have gone.

I don't know, I swear, I don't know!

Then why don't you just start by telling us what you do know.

If I were you, I'd listen to him.

You don't have to go to the end of the line with the others.

You can do yourself a favor!

Uh, I guess you could say I was part of it, who wouldn't?

We had a good thing going, Dave and I.

What about dino? How did he fit into it?

He was Dave's man.

He used to distribute drugs for Dave

when he worked as a promotion man.

And what did Jenny get out of it?

Plenty. She enjoyed watching, Tommy sweat.

Oh, man. She's one bad chick.

I have a pretty good idea, where Jenny might have gone. One of two places.

-The office? -Yeah.

Does he keep a gun at the office?

Yes and he might use it.

Let's have the keys.

Miss roth, we're going to put you under protective custody in a hotel room,

till this thing blows over.

Yeah, bill, Joe.

I just checked out Griffin's apartment.

Stake it out.

You got it.

Policeman 1: Sergeant crowley? -Yeah

we got a radio message.

The Van was spotted on a supermarket parking lot over on macon and first.

We got a unit standing by.

Close enough.

Yeah. Listen, have your partner cover the back.

You take the front.

♪♪♪

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

I shouldn't have let you come with me.

- The paramedic said you should stay off your feet. - I'm alright.

I'm going up to office, you sit down.

- You want me to back you? - No, I want you to sit and get off your feet.

- But they might be in the studio. - Wait for me, okay?

Okay, okay, okay.

♪♪♪

How long is this gonna take?

Less than it took Potter. Then we get much time.

Tommy... Tommy, you listen to Jenny.

She'll tell you what to write, come on.

Tell about Bobby, you switched the Insulin, remember?

Come on, come on.

[Thuds]

Tell about dino.

Tommy: Dino is dead.

I know, dino is dead.

Now, come on, come on, come on.

Tell about dino, come on, put it down.

Dino called, dino called, you'd go meet him.

He was goin' too fast

too... come on, too fast, come on write it come on, come on.

Bill, answer the phone, answer the phone.

[Telephone ringing]

Yeah?

Bill... they're in studio a, hurry over.

Get up! Sergeant Anderson. Get up!

Come on!

Get in there!

Come on, sign it.

Hey, Dave, who's that?

Get over here, this side.

She's a cop, Tommy.

Come on, come on. Put it down.

You had to kill her write it, come on.

-No. -You had to kill her.

-I can't. I won't. -Write it.

They killed dino and Bobby.

They making you sign a confession.

Freeze! Hold it right there!

Alright, now put that gun down.

Put it down, nice and easy, let's go.

Put your hands on top of your head, both of you.

Alright. Move around to the front of the piano, move!

Move!

Down on your knees!

Hold it!

You better get an ambulance, this kid's in bad shape.

I thought I told you to wait?

I was waiting.

♪♪♪

Isn't he great?

You're really something else.

I got a sneaky feeling, it won't be long before you're back in a recording studio.

Well, maybe with this, but, uh, no more funny clothes.

You don't have to worry about your clothes.

You just let it happen. Okay?

Okay.

Hey.

-We'll drop by in a week or so. -Alright.

- See you in a couple of weeks. - Okay, thank you.

♪♪♪

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