All language subtitles for Police Woman S02E10 Glitter With A Bullet

[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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