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Hollywood, USA, part of a jungle this century.

A world of make-believe, of glitter and tinsel

that creates images of romance and intrigue.

A jungle dedicated to the proposition that success is

what counts and no price is too great to pay for it.

One of the creatures that stalks this jungle is a human octopus named Al Deuce.

He came up the hard way from street hoodlum to big business in slot machines.

From there, it was only another step into entertainment.

Specialty, jukeboxes.

Made and sold them.

With nearly 50,000 of his music boxes spread around the country...

It makes pretty good coffee and cake for Aldous.

But underneath the Homburg in his fancy $400 suits is still the same old hoodlum.

Tentacle number two is wrapped around a different million-dollar racket.

The racket of bootlegging other labels and selling

them to an unsuspecting public at discount prices.

And this is where they do it.

Location unknown, but the point from which millions of dollars

in bootleg records are shipped to every corner of the world.

Tentacle number three makes sure the operator of the neighborhood

bar or malt shop installs the right jukebox.

Tentacle number four.

You don't just operate Al's jukebox. You buy his records,

whether you like it or not.

You're convinced they're good.

And the people who work for Al Deuce have a very persuasive way of convincing.

All this I knew, but to prove it,

To get one person to talk was the reason for digging

into the whole monstrous corruption that was Al Duce,

and reporting on it in my syndicated column, The Corruptors.

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We'll use this one. I don't know, Ray.

Aldous just might cut our throats for this.

You want to sing, Barry? You really want to sing where it counts?

Or do you want a nickel and diamond at stags and weddings for the rest of your life?

I want to sing, Ray, where it counts.

I'm going to sing. By the time I'm 30, I'm going to have it made.

I'll have it made with everything that goes with it.

So you have to take chances.

Listen, we tried everything else to get to our deuce, didn't we?

OK, then. This has got to do it.

Yeah, but breaking into the man's place.

Look, Barry, you think you're the only one who wants to get someplace?

What do you think I've been sweating it out with you for?

Willing to stick my neck out, noodle up a scheme like this?

I want our dues to find out about you my way. If it doesn't work, OK,

it's my head gets chopped off, huh?

OK, manager.

It's your show.

Manage.

Hope our timing's right.

Hey, Barry, give me your voice level, will you?

Hey, um, hey, Ray, you sure you know what buttons to push?

Like I know you, buddy.

It's fine.

Now listen, pour it in there and make it good, will you?

Because what's going to come out is going to be Barry Steele's golden voice.

When Betsy was a little girl, she used to play with toys.

And now she is a bigger girl, and she loves to play with boys. Well, fare you well,

old Joe Clark, fare you well. I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe Clark.

Goodbye, Betsy Brown. When I was a little boy, I used to want a knife.

Now I am a bigger boy, but I still don't want a wife. Well, fare you well, old Joe,

fare you well. I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe Clark. Goodbye, Betsy Brown.

© BF-WATCH TV 2021 Well, fare you well, old Joe, fare you well. I'm gone,

fare you well, old Joe Clark. Goodbye, Betsy Brown. Well, Betsy had a yellow cat.

It would not sing or pray.

She stuck its head in a buttermilk jar and washed its sins away. Well,

fare you well, old Joe Clark. Fair you well, I'm gone, fair you well,

Joe Clark and goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Well, if I ever get another sweetheart, I'm gonna put her up on the shelf.

And every time she smiles at me, well, I'll jump up there myself. Well,

fair you well, Joe, fair you well.

Good. Very good. All right, talk. I said talk, not walk.

Hey, don't ruin that tape, please. Now, why should I do that?

I said I liked it, didn't I?

I just want to see if someone else does.

Rewind it.

You sing pretty good, fella.

Just like a canary.

What's your name?

Barry Steele.

Not you, him.

Logan, Ray Logan. Ray Logan?

What's that, some new kind of a breakfast food? I work for you, Mr. Deuce.

I help plug your records on the jukebox circuit.

So you figured on sneaking one through, bringing in a ringer, huh?

You see, Mr. Deuce, I've been trying to get

you to see my boy for the past few months,

but you just keep brushing us off. You see, I manage Barry. He's a singer.

A dime a dozen, so what?

Oh, not him. Boy, when he sings, he's the best. Oh,

you want me to hear a lousy singer? You spend a few dollars and have a record made.

Ah, it's like you said, Mr. Deuce.

Singers are a dime a dozen, all running around with demo records under their arms.

Now, what good does that do you? Unless you can get to the right guy,

a person like yourself to back you, just knocking your head against a stone wall.

You know that yourself, Mr. Deuce. I used to

say to Barry, Al Deuce. Oh, didn't I, Barry?

Al Deuce. Now, there's someone who can really put

your records into jukeboxes all over the country.

In no time, we'd have it made.

You could have gotten your head knocked off from Waller, you know that?

That's a gamble we had to take. It is, monkey?

Come on, Ray. I told you it was a stupid idea. That's a present for you, Mr. Deuce.

Sit down.

Well, what? What, you ruined the tape for laughs?

Hey, Barry, will you turn it off? Shut up.

See, you're not just jelly. You can talk.

Where you from?

Oh, I know. The gutter? You lived there half

your life? All my life, it won't be that way.

Oh, see, that big idea's too.

Now, what do you want to sing? Opera? Pagliacci? Who

do you think you are, another Caruso?

No, no, I don't think I'm another Caruso.

I want to sing ballads, blues, swinging stuff. What's happening today?

He sings from the heart, Mr. Doosan.

That's what counts, huh?

All right.

Let's see how you sound.

See if you've got what it takes to go with those big ambitions.

When Betsy was a little girl, she used to play with toys. Now she is a bigger girl,

and she loves to play with boys. Well, fare you well, old Joe Clark, fare you well.

I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe Clark.

Goodbye, Betsy Brown.

When I was a little boy, I used to wall the night.

Now I am a bigger boy, but I still don't want to wipe. Well, fare you well,

old Joe, fare you well. I'm gone, fare you

well, old Joe Clark. Goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Well, I want to be a sugar tree standing in the middle of town.

And every time a pretty girl passes, well, I'll shake...

There was a kid I knew.

Had the same look about him. Always singing. Used to love to sing.

We used to play down the docks together.

One day, he drowns.

You want to put yourself in my hands, huh? Yes, sir.

I'm in the vending machine business. You put a coin in the jukebox,

out comes music. You press a button.

I own the jukebox. I press the buttons. My machine.

That kind of machine I never owned before.

Hey, Logan, how big a piece do you have?

Well, Al, I was thinking... Who are you to call me Al?

I mean, Mr. Deuce.

I have 50%.

OK, I'll buy in.

How much?

Where does that leave me?

On the outside.

Come on, Ray. We don't need him. Brian, will you wait for what?

So we can watch you eat dirt?

Sorry.

That's all right.

I can manage him. That's nice.

Mr. Deuce, about that 50%.

All our lives, Barry and me, ever since we were kids,

we split everything right down the middle. If he had a buck, I'd get half.

That's the way it's always been.

I don't make deals. I don't make bargains.

It's not just the money.

Percentages? Who cares about percentages?

All I ever cared about was to see that Barry gets a break he deserves.

That's why I wanted to make sure that I got him to the right person.

I didn't call for you. You came on your hands and knees, begging.

For a break. A decent break.

Oh, look, Mr. Deuce, please.

Just let me have something.

Just so it'll look good to Barry.

Okay.

You got five points, so long as you behave. Thanks, Mr. Deuce.

Form a partnership.

Cut our own records.

They play in every jukebox if I have to make them eat

every platter until Barry Steele's name is known.

My machine.

What about Barry, Mr. Deuce? He still has 50%, remember?

Well, that's today. Tomorrow could be open for negotiation.

You don't object to that.

Oh, look, he's a swell guy, Mr. Deuce.

I'd never want to do anything that would ever hurt him.

Go on, catch up to your buddy and tell him it's a deal.

And get rid of these. Go on, buy yourself some new clothes.

Here, celebrate, the two of you. Have fun.

Live a little.

Well, how does it sound?

I couldn't tell any difference from the real one you played first.

There's no difference in the covers either. The only difference is in the price.

One sells for $5.98, the other for $1.98, from here to Paris.

All you have to do is slap a counterfeit label on the disc,

find someone who can copy the artwork, and you're in business,

ready to undercut the real thing. Why not? No royalties to pay, no overhead,

no nothing, except the nerve it takes. Oh,

he's a doll, that Al Deuce, a living doll.

The rumble around is that Big Daddy plans to skyrocket that kid's steal to the moon.

That kid doesn't know what he's getting into.

Fool kid.

What do you mean, fool kid? He'll be a star.

Kids crowding around him for his autograph,

tearing the buttons off his clothes for souvenirs.

Yeah, and loving it all the time.

What's going to hurt most is a lot of people are going to

figure Al Deuce is a great guy for doing what he's doing.

Just giving the kid a push.

Right into a pit.

Yeah, and there's no law against it.

Not on the books, there isn't.

But there is a law against this.

It may be the way to get to him.

I want to lead in where the pressing plant is, where he bootlegs his labels.

If we can get him on that.

Or nail him using his strong-arm tactics against some

poor candy store operator. It'll be legal enough.

So far, nobody knows anything.

That's why you're a private investigator.

I want to find that place.

And when I do, I'm going to break my story where it'll hurt the most.

So, you didn't believe your old Uncle Ray when he told

you that someday he was gonna make Barry a big star, huh?

Yeah, well, go easy, manager.

Nobody's crowding for my autographs yet.

May I have your autograph, Mr. Steele?

Please, Mr. Steele.

Why, sure, baby. What is your name again?

Laurie Andrews, Mr. Steele.

Would you write something on it, personal-like?

I just adore your singing.

There you are.

I just adore you, period.

This time we have it made.

Is it that important, Barry? Well, sure it's that important.

You see those pictures on that wall?

Well, someday I'm going to have Barry's face up there, too.

Here.

Fix your hair. You need someone to remind you.

That's why I've got you.

It's fixed.

Keep it. From me to you.

Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we all go to the beach? We'll ride the rides,

play the games, penny arcades.

No jukeboxes?

Oh, hello, Mr. Marino. You putting jokes in your column now?

Anything having to do with Al Deuce isn't funny.

Well, uh, Would you care to join us? Thanks.

Hello.

Mr. Marino.

Oh, uh, Miss Gloriandis. This is Mr. Paul Marino. How do you do?

I've read Mr. Marino.

I'm sure you have.

He has a lot of readers, of which I happen to be number one.

I hear he's taken you under his wing.

Say, Gloria, would you like to powder your nose before we take off?

My nose doesn't need powdering.

Mr. Marino, what's this about Mr. Deuce?

Barry can tell you much better than I can.

Well, I'm going to cut a record, if that's what you mean.

And who's he going to cut?

Oh, look, Mr. Marino, now Deuce is a businessman.

Up.

He distributes jukeboxes, he has a record company. Now, really,

is there any law against anybody cutting a record for him?

No, not against that.

Well, listen, all I know about it is that I manage Barry Steele,

and we just want to sing, right, buddy?

Anything else, I don't know. It's just a bunch of rumors.

Well, good luck. And good health.

Goodbye, Miss Henry.

Goodbye, Mr. Marino.

Hey, who's for roller coasters?

Let's all go for a ride.

No, no, Gino, not like that.

Let's get a little more fullness in it on the sides, you see? Oh, I see.

Maybe a little casual forelock in the front. Oh, yes.

Look, I like my hair the way it was. Don't worry about it, kid.

Is this how you like it, Mr. Deuce? That's it, Gino. You know,

you got to think like a teenager.

That'll be all, Gino.

Now, Manny. For a jacket.

And cut a pair of charcoal pants to go with it.

For him.

And for Barry, this, this, this, this. Oh, and this.

Make a nice suit. What do you think?

You asking me or telling me? Well, you gotta start to think for your public.

Can't go around looking like a slob.

I have all the measurements back to use. Will that be all? That'll be all, Manny.

Don't forget, you got a recording session. Yeah, yeah, I know.

I got some papers I want you to sign.

For the corporation, kid.

All money, checks, incomes.

Your share comes out of the corporation.

Me.

And that still leaves you 40%.

What's on your mind, comedian?

Oh, nothing.

When I went to school, there was a little problem. Arithmetic always made me laugh.

How'd it go now?

If a man had 100 apples, and he took them and made applesauce out of them,

how many apples would he have left?

You want to sign it or not?

I'd like to read it first.

You've got a manager.

I want to read it, Al. Well, read it.

You can't now. I got a date. With what?

With Glory?

That's got nothing to do with you. It's got everything.

The way y'all going at it, she don't sound like no hit and run filly.

You go nowhere with your back to Aladose.

Before I'm through, that 40% will pay off like 80%.

When Betsy was a little girl, she used to play with toys. Now she is a bigger girl,

and she loves to play with boys. Well, fare you well, old Joe Clark. Fare you well.

I'm gone. Fare you well, old Joe Clark. Goodbye, Betsy Brown.

When I was a little boy, I used to want a knife.

Now I am a bigger boy, but I still don't want a wife. Well, farewell,

old Joe Clark, farewell. I'm gone, farewell,

old Joe Clark, and goodbye, Betsy Brown.

I want to be the sugar tree standing in the middle of town.

And every time a pretty girl pass, well, I'll shake some sugar down. Well,

fare you well, old Joe, fare you well. I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe Clark,

and goodbye, Betsy Brown.

I bet she had a yellow cat, it would not sing or pray. Well,

she stuck its head in a buttermilk jar and washed its sins away. Well, oh,

bear you well, oh, don't cry and faint. Well, I don't

think, well, old Joe Biden, goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Well, if I ever get another sweetheart, I'm gonna put her up on the shelf.

And every time she looks at me, well, I'll jump up there myself. Well,

fare you well, old Joe, fare you well. I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe.

And goodbye, Betsy Brown. Oh, well, goodbye,

Betsy Brown. Oh, well, goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Oh, goodbye.

Arlen Cash, DJ extraordinary, or disc jockey to the uninitiated.

In her well-manicured fingers lay the death or salvation of many a singing star.

A mistake in putting on a scratchy record, or tampering with the speed of a record,

or simply just not playing it.

Could dig a hole into any singer's career.

So anyway, this A&R man comes to me and wants me to ride his platter.

Only he says to me, baby, will you ride this platter? And you know perfectly well,

Angel, when they say baby, look out. It means they're up to no good.

I certainly hope you're not going to call me baby, Angel.

Or are you?

I wouldn't think of it, baby.

Your favorite bottle, Miss Cash.

Oh, thank you, Angel.

Isn't that Arlen Cash over there? Yes, sir. He's pretty hot stuff, huh? The Honest.

It was a good interview you got for the kid with that reporter.

Oh, Barry's doing great.

He knows how to turn on the charm now.

What's the matter? You're not happy in your work?

Ray's not used to the sweet taste of success yet, Mr. News.

And you?

It tastes fine.

It's time we made a tie up with that disc jockey dame. You know,

the one who's got her own television show. Arlen Cash.

Not only your record gets a big ride, but if she pushes for you,

your face will be in every living room of every teenager in the country.

What do you think of that, huh?

Sounds great.

Glory.

Glory, glory, glory.

Oh, excuse me, Angel. My program this week.

Oh, decisions, decisions, decisions.

Choice, choice, choice.

Ah, there's only one decision, Miss Cash. One

choice for a large future, Barry Steele.

Is that you talking, Angel, or is that Al Deuce?

Now, honest, that's the public talking. He's really what they want.

Now, do you really mean that,

or do you mean that without me to hold him up and show him off to the public,

we might not know, might we?

I've heard your boy sing. I don't say he's good. I don't say he's bad.

But I'll say one thing for sure.

I like his looks.

I'm looking forward to meeting him tonight at the platter.

Tonight? 8.30 sharp, and bring your boss.

I'm very punctual.

My analyst says there's a reason for it.

We haven't gotten to it yet.

Oh, I think Barry has a date tonight.

Well, break it, darling.

After all, it's business before pleasure.

Isn't that how it goes?

Cigarette?

Oh, sure.

You touch me, Miss Cash. You make me feel like the mountain coming to Mohammed.

Well, as mountains go, Mr. Deuce, you are not a bad mountain.

I think your boy here has quite a future.

Isn't that right, voice?

You're the expert, Miss Cash.

Oh, Miss Cash.

Now, isn't that sweet, being so formal?

But if we're going to work so closely together, I think you should call me Arlen.

Tell me, if one of those nice new foreign sports cars

drove up to your place, would you send it back?

That depends on the color.

Well, if you'll excuse me, the mountain has to go to Mohammed.

Play your record for the lady, Barry.

A pretty girl met me on the street. And she said, come on over,

cause I know you're blue.

Thank you, Angel.

I've lost her love. I said, well, honey, honey,

there's not a thing that anybody can do.

Where did you get those eyes?

Well, they came with the house.

Do you like me, Velvet?

Say you like me, huh?

I like you.

You like my record?

What's she like, your girl? Is she blonde, brunette, tall, short? What's her type?

Don't look so embarrassed, darling. All the attractive ones have girls.

Just tell me about her.

Is she the girl next door? Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you'd say she is.

We went to school together a million years ago,

and I guess you'd say she's She's sort of plain.

And I'm not?

Well, she's not a part of this world.

In some respects, we're all alike, we girls, darling.

Go on, play the other side of your record for me again.

Go on.

I like competition, Velvet.

After all, it isn't the query, it's the chase.

A wise old poet once said that.

When Betsy was a little girl, she used to play with toys. Now she is a bigger girl,

and she loves to play with boys. Well, fare you well, old Joe Clark. Fare you well.

I'm gone. Fare you well, old Joe Clark. Goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Well, when I was a little boy, I used to want a knife.

Now I am a big boy, but I still don't want a wife. Well, farewell, old Joe Clark,

farewell. I'm gone, farewell, old Joe Clark, and goodbye, Betsy Brown.

I want to be a sugar tree standing in the middle of town.

And every time a pretty girl pass, well, I'll shake some sugar down. Well,

fare you well, old Joe, fare you well. I'm gone, fare you well, old Joe Clark,

and goodbye, Betsy Brown.

Well, if I ever get another sweetheart, I'm gonna put her up on the shelf.

And every time she looks at me, well, I'll jump up there myself. Well,

fare you well, old Joe, fare you well.

Thank you. Thank you.

Not a bad likeness.

Except maybe the head ought to be a little bigger.

I like it just the way it is.

You won't get any items for your column from me.

If I were a gossip columnist, Gloria, I'd have my item.

What singer whose name rhymes with heel is still,

according to an old friend of his, The same, nice,

unaffected kiddie wife before Al Duce took over.

You ought to know how it is.

People after you all the time. So he forgets a date. So what?

Sure.

After all, he has a minimum.

I was just trying to help.

Mr. Marino, would you buy me another cup of coffee?

As long as it's not in here.

I know just what.

No jukeboxes.

You know what this stands for, this gold record? A gold mine?

That's right, Marino.

He's big business.

Put that in your interview.

You sure you won't have a cup of coffee, piece of cake, no calories?

No, thanks.

One million copies.

You ever count up to a million?

Quiet someday.

And before you know it, a $10 million corporation, huh? 20 even.

What do you do with all your loot? I'm interested.

No yachts, no paintings, no hobbies?

That boy is my hobby.

And these are my paintings.

My works of art.

Come here, I want to show you something. Well, come on.

This is the baby I started with.

Cost me more than the Rembrandt when they passed a law against it.

I don't complain.

These are my works of art.

This is my current pet.

You know what that gives?

Milk.

We're living in a new age.

I can double the price of every quart if I wanted to, but I don't.

I respect kids.

Of all ages?

All the way up to Barry Stevens? I'm gonna make him into a star, a big star.

Like you did Arnie Miller, your fighter?

I made him into the champ. Then made him take a dive when he slipped a little.

Well, that's life, Marino.

You can't blame me for the way the world is.

I blame you a good deal for the way the world is.

People like you who think you can buy and sell human beings,

not only dig into their pockets, but into their lives for a few extra dollars.

Just right.

Al Doos.

He lives in a jungle. He can take care of himself.

Hi, Mr. Marino.

Well, what do you think of my new product?

Well, he's all gold.

Just like that record.

Well, tell them in your column how I presented

Barry Steele with his first prize record.

My readers will be impressed.

What's eating here?

Guys like that, a dime a dozen. He don't know what time it is.

Oh, kid, I'm having a copy of this made for you to hang on your wall.

Have a piece of cake.

No calories. No, I can't now. I got a date.

That girl again, that Glory.

You make a sign. I don't like her.

Well, I do.

Now look, Al, Glory. Now you look.

You tie yourself up with some little nothing, you wind up behind the eight ball.

Little nothing? Look, Al,

I'm sick and tired of hearing you put down Glory all the time.

You do this every chance you get.

Baby.

A public image is every girl's love or every mother's baby,

and you're a public image.

Mothers don't like to give up their babies.

So keep it that way, and everybody's happy.

Psychology.

Al, you told me how to cut my hair.

How to dress, what to sing, what to say, OK.

But don't tell me who to see. No?

Mm-hmm.

Either you kiss her off that dam, or I do it for you.

Right?

You expect me to tell her?

I got enough on my mind.

What mind?

Trying to get ready to go on, Ray.

What you mean is you're not man enough to tell her yourself, isn't that it?

You're my manager. And you'll do your dirty work yourself.

Ray, you will tell her. Because you work for me.

Barry.

Come on, let's pull out of this. Listen, that guy's going to destroy you.

You don't need him. He'll take your blood from you.

Shorten to the point.

What do you do when you've been given the gate, Ray?

Lie to yourself?

Tell yourself it's going to be all right?

Greatest little combination of words. It'll be all right.

Works for everything.

Tomorrow, maybe. Next day. The day after that.

Only it won't be Ray, will it?

I wish I could drink.

I can't even do that.

It makes me sick.

Ray!

I want a big show for them.

Spectacular.

Charge admission. What they pay for, they appreciate.

It takes all yours.

Oh, I love the idea, Angel.

We got our records, our distribution.

Now we go into publishing.

George, you explain.

Under the present law, copyright is money in the bank.

The record manufacturer pays two cents for each side.

One cent to the publishers and one cent to the songwriters.

So why shouldn't we get paid for both sides?

With the best DJ in the business, every record should be a moneymaker.

You got your dream, kid.

Congratulations.

He's a little excited.

Well, I guess that's that.

Do what you have to do, George.

This should be a big push for the kid. Oh, Alan.

How are you doing with the boy?

Well, he still has his mind on that little girl, if that's what you mean, Angel.

That won't do it, Logan.

No way, Marino.

You got the boy into it.

All that does is numb the pain. What happens when the alcohol wears off?

I find more.

Now will you go away, please?

I know a shortcut.

Tell me where Deuce makes his counterfeit records.

I don't know what you're talking about. Even if I did,

you think I'd do anything to hurt the kid?

He heard Gloria. I heard Gloria.

They were all set.

Somehow I gotta fight now.

I gotta make her understand.

Logan.

It's too late. She's dead.

She's dead.

An accident off the canyon road. That's what the police say.

How much did Al... Al Deuce have to do with it, Alvin?

How much?

Barry's on top tonight, the big show.

They'll all be screaming for him.

All but one.

You can make her voice louder than all the rest.

Just tell me what to do, Movino.

Within the hour, information furnished by Ray Logan

had been relayed to the police department,

who wasted no time in moving in on the illegal setup.

The bootleg record plant was the first of the legal headaches to plague Al Duce,

of which grand larceny would be the least.

And even while the raid was going on and the police cleaning up,

the big man was still living in his 14-carat gold world.

What do you want? I just want to say goodbye to my buddy here. Well,

make it snappy and get out of here. I don't want you upsetting him.

I won't upset the champ before he goes out there, Mr. Deuce.

What are you doing, Ray?

Celebrating early?

Why don't you get a cold shower? I gotta get ready.

I had my cold shower.

Woke me up real good.

Barry, why didn't you run when I told you to run?

What do you mean, run? Run where?

Look, you were the guy who sold me on the whole idea of Aldous, OK?

I got no complaints. No conscience, no complaints.

Ray, what are you trying to do?

Look, I got to get out there in a few minutes. It's the biggest night of my life.

Barry, you remember that message you wanted me to take to Glory for you? Well,

I have one for you from her.

Barry, Glory's dead.

Glory's dead.

Just like you put out a light.

Glory's dead.

No.

It was an accident. No! That's what the police said.

She went off to Canyon Road.

Oh, no.

What do you think it was, buddy? Do you think it was an accident?

Oh, no.

What do you think it was?

Okay, I'm going.

Back to the alleys. Look for my conscience where it got lost.

Where are you going? I don't know.

Laurie's dead.

And you get out of my way.

You tried to stop me, so help me up. Stop you.

Stop you. You don't know what time it is.

You don't know where you stand, what you want to do.

Okay, you want to walk out on everything, go on. Throw everything down the drain.

You're dead.

You don't sing for me, you'll never sing again.

You can have an accident, too.

Let me go, Al.

You think I'm gonna let you walk out on me, leave me with egg on my face.

There are people out there waiting to hear you, so you'll sing. Of course,

I got the pink slip, and you're all paid for.

You ready, Mr. Steele?

You'll kill him out there tonight, kid.

Thank you so much, ladies and gentlemen.

It's a great pleasure to be with you again this evening, as always.

And right now, without further delay,

may I present the number one voice in the country,

the absolute most, Mr. Barry Steele!

When my best friend called me on.

When my best friend called me on the phone.

Better keep an eye on him, Jack. All right.

I said, well, buddy, buddy, there's not a thing that anyone can do.

I've lost her love, my dad said, son.

Why do you stay up every single night?

I said, well, Daddy, Daddy, there's not a thing that anyone can do.

I've lost her love. I went out dancing.

I laid my money down from one end of this town to the other.

And I drove that T-Bird just as fast as it would go.

Met me on the street And she said, come on over Cause I know you're blue I said,

well,

honey There's not a thing that anyone

Kids pretty good, huh?

Yeah. Honey, there's not a thing that anybody can do.

I've lost her love.

Oh, he was good all right, the kid. Real good.

A bright and shining star.

But I think from now on, he'll sing the blues.

He'll feel that best.