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Theorizing that one could time-travel within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator

and vanished.

He woke to find himself trapped in the past,

facing mirror images that were not his own,

and driven by an unknown force

to change history for the better.

His only guide on this journey is Al,

an observer from his own time

who appears in the form of a hologram

that only Sam can see and hear.

And so Dr. Beckett finds himself

leaping from life to life,

striving to put right what once went wrong,

and hoping each time that his next leap

will be the leap home.

You gonna do it or not?

Come on!

Oh, boy!

Okay, we're comin' through.

Move it! Just get out of the way.

Whittler, Whittler, the guitar!

Okay, I got it.

Come on, get out of my way!

What the hell was that on stage?

Uh, what do you... what do you want to go do another encore?

No, I don't want to go back and do another bloody encore!

You were supposed to play my song tonight, and you didn't.

Yeah, well, uh...

I'm s... I'm... I'm sorry. I... I... I... I... I just forgot.

- You forgot! - Yeah.

Well, the next time you forget,

I'm gonna knock your bleedin' head right on the ground.

Okay, okay, let's get all these people out of here.

Hey, Whittler, get them all out of here.

You heard him. Come on. Everybody out.

Excuse me, ladies. Thank you very much.

- Way to go, Dwayney boy. - Out. Now.

So much for tonight's entertainment.

Yes, you, too. Out of here.

Well, what about me?

Well, the more the merrier, I always say.

- You'll just have to remind me. - I'll have to remember that.

Hey, hey, Tonic.

What are you doing?

Just gonna take my makeup off.

How many times do we have to go over this?

The makeup adds an air of mystery, and mystery means...

Record sales!

You don't take off the makeup until...

...we get back to the hotel.

Before me, you guys were nothin'.

So were you.

Nothin'? I came up with the idea for the makeup.

And now look, you guys are playing in front of 90,000 fans.

So let's not spoil a good thing, okay?

Come on, give us a kiss.

Ahh!

We hear and we obey, Dwayne.

Oh, come on, the limo's waiting. Let's go.

Guard it with your life.

Hey, Tonic, what the hell were you doing tonight on stage?

You guys sounded horrible.

- Maybe it was the lyrics. - But you wrote them.

Hey, come on, lads, get ready for this.

Okay, let's do it! Let's do it!

Oh, God, I hate being a superstar.

Bug off, you bunch of bleeding piranhas.

Maybe you ought to take it a little easy with that stuff, huh?

Just 'cause you can't hold your own liquor

is no reason to go sounding like a bloody bumper sticker.

You don't want to pass out and miss all the fun, huh?

I am the fun!

Especially when he's snoring.

I bet that you've never fallen asleep on a girl, have you?

Uh, well, a... a gentleman would... would never...

never tell.

Unless he's alone with his mates.

You can bet your pounds on that.

Speakin' of which,

how much are we making tonight, Dwayney boy?

- We did okay. - Okay?

We had 80,000 screamin' fans out there.

And 80 tons of equipment, and 80 roadies and crew.

Not to mention the hotels and the limos...

Or... or t-shirt sales.

Or your personal living expenses

which have to be paid for by the corporation.

Which is us, right?

Right?

Right, Tonic?

Yeah, right.

And I say the corporation wants to buy me a Ferrari.

Don't you think you'd be smarter

investing your money instead of wasting it on toys?

I don't want to invest.

Flash McGrath wants to spend!

That's, like, really smart.

What?

I... I... I think what Dwayne means to say is that, uh,

we should all save our money for a rainy day, that's all.

Let it pour.

We have more money than Croesus.

We're going to make the Beatles look like ants.

Huh, yeah. Aren't we?

I don't remember.

Huh?

I'm... I mean,

uh, that's what people are going to be sayin'

about the Beatles: "I don't remember them."

You know, what do they... what do they think?

I mean, the Beatles? Like, insect infestation.

Yeah. We're the bloody exterminators!

I'm comin', I'm comin'. I'll be right there. Who is it?

Room service.

Surprise!

Listen, do I... do I know you girls?

All right, this is enough, you better get out of here.

How did you girls get past security?

We used our feminine wiles, if you know what I mean.

And we'd like to use them on you, too.

Look, I'm very flattered, okay?

But right now, I'm really...

Too tired? Well, I know how to wake you up.

No, no.

Well, I must say, this is a neat way to get undressed.

No, no, no, don't do that! Don't do that!

Leave those on! Leave... leave those on!

Listen, girls, you're gonna have to...

you're gonna have to...

You're gonna have to leave.

No, we don't want to leave! We want to stay!

Thanks for coming.

- But Sam, they just got here! - I appreciate it.

Oh, no! Don't make us leave!

Goodbye. Goodbye.

I want to stay!

Oh, goodie, I get you alone!

Can I keep your hat?

No, no! You can't.

I love you, Tonic!

Sam, what are you doing?

You're throwing away a perfectly good fan sandwich!

Oh, Sam!

Sometimes, you are just pitiful.

Why, because

I won't take advantage of some deluded girls

Who are throwing themselves at me like some bad writer's dream?

Yes.

Look, Al, this is demeaning to them.

This is worse than when I was a Chippendales dancer.

Yeah, but they're dying to be demeaned with you.

Repeatedly.

I swear, it boggles the mind.

Yeah, look, I'm gonna boggle you.

Now, uh, uh, tell me, what is going on?

Not much.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

April 12, 1974.

The name is Geoffrey Mole,

and you're the lead singer in an English rock group called King Thunder.

King Thunder. Yeah.

I never heard of them before.

Well, you were kind of a nerd back then. You wouldn't know them.

Uh, your nickname is Tonic,

which is short for, uh, Vodka Tonic

which relates to some drinking escapade

you had early in your career.

So what?

I'm here to help them play Madison Square Garden

or become bigger than the Beatles, right?

- No, no, you don't remember? - What?

Well, this was big news. It was in the papers, on TV...

- What? - Well, two nights from now,

right after the concert,

some crazy nut stabs you

just as you were getting into your limo.

You get killed.

So who kills me? Who kills Tonic?

We don't know. He disappeared into the crowd.

How can you stab somebody in front of

hundreds of witnesses and then just disappear?

I mean, that's impossible.

I'm just trying to tell you what happened. I can't explain it.

It was probably some nut case like that Mark David Chapman.

Who?

The rat that shot John Lennon.

Al, I...

I saw somebody like that today.

You did? What did he look like?

Uh, blond.

Uh, young. Uh, uh, 16 or... or 17.

Uh, he had on an army jacket and...

What?

Well, kind of... kind of a haunted expression.

Well, Ziggy can't find anyone that fits that profile in your probability matrix.

It must be a stranger.

Why would a complete stranger want to kill me?

Now that doesn't make sense.

You're the one with all the Ph. D's. You tell me.

Process schizophrenia.

Yeah, that's a possibility.

- Oh, yeah... yeah, sure. - Uh-huh?

Process schizophonic, yeah. What is that?

No, no, process schizophrenia.

Most schizophrenics never become violent

but in process schizophrenia,

a person's sense of self is slow in developing.

It's kind of like they... they don't have a complete personality,

so they kind of fill up what's missing

by imitating something that they see or know.

Ooh, like that kid who shot President Reagan.

- Oh, Hinckley. - Yeah, Hinckley.

Yeah, he repeatedly watched Taxi Driver, the movie,

over and over again, about this guy

that stalks a political candidate.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And then, uh, the rest is history, as they say.

Yeah, right, but we don't even know

if that's what this guy is or...

According to Ziggy,

these anonymous killers come in all types.

Most of them are obsessive, and some of them are loners.

And if you ask them about their lives,

they say one thing but...

But the truth is completely different,

something totally different.

And this one is apparently obsessed with you, with Tonic.

Yeah.

Listen, on this leap I want you to stay really close, okay?

'Cause if we see him, I don't want to take a chance losing him.

I'll stick with you like glue.

Rock and roll!

WFGF. We got the beat, and we got the heat, man.

Hey, you're back on the case with Elliot Chase.

Listen, we're broadcasting live today from a rather, uh...

Uh, rather tacky establishment.

Yeah, thank you.

Yes, it is a rather tacky shopping mall here.

But, listen, if you're just tuning in, man, you have been missing out

because my very special guest with me right now

is King Thunder!

All right, all right, Tonic,

let me talk to you for just one second here.

Your last album, Five All Night,

it was heavy, man.

And the best track on it, by far, was Fate's Wide Wheel.

How did you write that song?

With a pen.

Yeah, yeah, but I mean, what was going through your mind?

Nothin'. He hasn't got one.

Honestly, though, Tonic's got a great mind.

Oh, yes.

It's just a bit of bother to get him

to think about something besides, uh...

Besides women.

Women!

Yeah, well, who can blame him!

But if I can get back on track for just one second, Tonic.

What were you thinking when you wrote:

"As I travel in space and time

"I want to stay, I want to go

"You can see my face, but it's not mine

What you can't see, you'll never know"

What can't we see?

Our ugly faces, for one thing.

Why do you think we wear this bloody makeup all the time?

Well, uh,

I guess what I... what I really was,

uh, meaning, uh, to say was, uh, that

Uh, we all live our lives behind masks,

but the real point of living is to get beyond,

to break through those masks

from the outside and from the inside

so that we can really communicate.

Un... unfortunately, most of us don't.

That's so true.

Great. Great.

Hi.

Hi.

You got something for me to sign?

Yeah.

Lucky this is radio.

Thanks!

You come back soon!

Al!

Got him.

Excuse me, Tonic?

Oh, I... I thought I saw

someone that I hadn't seen in a really, really long time.

But I... I guess it really wasn't him.

Gushie, he's still movin'.

Keep me centered on him.

Tonight's gonna be your next-to-last concert in Detroit, right?

Right, and we'll be world-premiering some new songs which I've written.

Really? Well, that's... that's a first.

You must be excited.

Oh, not at all, actually. 'Cause I know

Tonic's gonna do a bang-up job.

It should really be exciting.

- Looking forward to it. - Yeah.

All right, kid, what is your story?

What are you up to?

Let's see.

April 23, 1974.

This is Room 23.

So, according to the records, your name... your name is

John Doe.

Damn. That's a big help.

Well, let's see.

There must be something around here

with a name on it.

...travelin'...

Can't you give me a little hint, a little clue?

A little clue?

What's your name? Gimme a break.

I don't know how those private eyes do it.

What was that?

Thanks.

"Philip Silbart.

"Born July 27, 1957.

"Hastings, Nebraska."

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Gotcha!

Leaping about in time has put me into some pretty unusual situations,

but some leaps are definitely more difficult than others.

It's one thing to study lyrics and guitar charts

in the privacy of your hotel room.

But it's another thing to remember them

when you're in front of 80,000 screaming fans.

Where have you been?

I've been... I've been running some scenarios

through Ziggy on this kid Philip Silbart.

Philip... Hey, you found out his name.

- What else have you got? - Of course I found...

Oh, uh, well, he was born in Hastings, Nebraska.

Uh, he was raised by his mother, Priscilla, and is...

Uh, that poor kid's illegitimate.

Anyway, his mother died in 1970,

two years, uh, after they lost this little farm they were livin' on.

And since then he's been running away

from a series of foster homes and county agencies.

His social worker says he's emotionally disturbed.

Anyway, uh, uh, Ziggy thinks he's gonna end up homeless,

and he's a perfect candidate...

Well, look, Al...

Tonic, uh, some bank bloke called for you

from Utah about a ranch.

A... a ranch?

He wanted me to give you a message.

He said,

your check bounced

and unless you give him another one,

you can't do your escrow.

Okay. Thanks.

Anytime, Your Highness.

Here we go. Here we go again.

Come on! Let's get this bleeding sound check over with. I'm starving.

Al, I... I gotta talk to Philip.

Sam, this kid doesn't want to talk to you, he wants to kill you.

Now, come on. You gotta rehearse the song.

Rock The Redhead.

Now, plug that in.

One, two, three.

Oh, look!

- Tonic, Tonic, you all right? - You okay, Sam?

I think so. I just banged my head a little.

Oh, man.

You're lucky that bar didn't hit your head.

Too bad it didn't. Might've knocked some sense into it.

Where's Philip?

Philip?

Well, maybe it did hit him, after all.

No, he's still back in his hotel room.

He couldn't have done this.

Tonic, you okay?

How the hell did this happen?

Something must've come loose.

Oh, no kidding, Sherlock.

Maybe it was just an accident.

Unless somebody else did it.

A good rest, a hot shower, and you'll be as good as new again.

Whittler, I want you to find out who's responsible for this,

who got sloppy, and then get this thing back up there.

And this time, make sure it stays.

- Yeah, sure. - Right. Everyone back to the hotel.

Okay, come on.

We've got a big night ahead of us.

The only safe place for these drums is off stage.

Maybe Philip set this thing up in advance.

Nah, he... he couldn't.

Well, even if he could have,

how could he have triggered that thing to make it fall?

And how would he know when?

Especially since he's not even here.

Well, he couldn't. Not unless he's psychic,

like one of those guys that can bend spoons.

Okay, so Philip didn't do it.

So we're back to it either being an accident,

or somebody else setting it up.

It had to be someone who could get past security.

Unless security did it.

Does Ziggy have anything on Whittler?

Rode with a biker gang. A bunch of arrests.

Uh, did two years for armed robbery.

Oh, and once he... he was arrested for attempted manslaughter.

But he wasn't convicted.

He's real buddy-buddy with Flash.

Now Flash would become the leader of this band if...

Yeah, if you went up to the big amplifier in the sky.

That's it.

Get it done. Now.

- Who is it? - Tonic.

Oh, come in, Tonic. The door's open.

Tonic, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be resting.

Yeah, well, I know. I just wanted to talk to you.

- You got a second? - Sure. What's on your mind?

You know that ranch I'm buyin' in Utah?

Ranch? What ranch?

My bank called today and told me

that... that the escrow check bounced.

Of course the check bounced.

I don't leave money lyin' around in your checkin' account.

- I've got it working for you. - I understand that.

Look, I've told you a million times

not to go off on these wild spending sprees

without talking to me first.

That way, I can transfer

the right amount of money to your account.

Okay, okay, the damage is done.

Why don't you tell me how much money you've blown this time?

Uh, well, a... a lot. Sort of.

Now it's a ranch, eh?

What do you want with a ranch, anyway?

I just want a ranch.

There's no problem with the money, is there?

No, no. It's just tied up in long-term stuff.

If we cash in right now,

uh, well, we won't make quite as much money as we could have.

But you don't need to worry about that.

You just give me the name of the bank,

and I'll give them a new check right away.

Y-Yeah, well, I... I got it, uh...

I got the number back in my room,

so I... I... I'll just go and get it to you later, okay?

Right. Then I'll call them,

and then you can go and play

Roy Rogers to your heart's content.

Now, go and get some rest, Tonic.

You've got a big night tonight.

Right.

This is WFGF radio here with you King Thunder maniacs

partying down at the Berzing Arena!

I want to give a special welcome

to all of you fans...

Hidin' out, Sam?

- Why do you always do that? - Sorry.

Al... AI, look at me. I cannot do this.

I am not a rocker.

You can do this, Sam.

I can't do it. I can't do it.

I'm gonna go out there, and they're gonna

hear me sing, and they... they're gonna kill me.

I mean, I don't sing like those people.

I... I... When I grew up,

I listened to... to Simon and Garfunkel, didn't I?

Sam, Simon and Garfunkel are a far cry from...

All you do is you go out there

and you make a complete idiot out of yourself.

- Oh, fine... fine. - They'll eat it up.

That's what they expect of rock stars.

I don't have the faintest idea of how to act.

I mean, these people, uh, you know, uh, they... they've got a whole style.

Well, do Hendrix.

You take the guitar like this, and you go...

You know, he used to pick the guitar with his teeth.

Hendrix? Yeah.

Or oh, oh, oh, do Townshend.

Who?

- That's right. - What is?

Who.

I don't know.

Townshend.

Who?

Yeah, that's right. Pete Townshend of The Who.

- Of the what? - Never mind.

Look, he used to do the windmill.

Like that.

And if it really gets desperate,

and they start chargin' up on the stage

and they're gonna rip your clothes off,

you stick your tongue out as far as you can

and you wiggle it.

Sticking my tongue out is gonna make them stop

from ripping my clothes off?

No, no, that'll make them start rippin' their clothes off.

Then you can take the guitar and you can smash it to pieces.

That always gets them.

Al, with my luck, they're gonna want an encore.

And I'm not gonna have a guitar.

Don't worry, Sam.

Just go out there and cut loose!

I'm gonna be with you the whole time.

Oh, that... that's very comforting.

If worse comes to worse, do Milli Vanilli.

Who?

That's what I suggested in the first place!

Now, get out there!

Go on.

We love you, Detroit.

Nice party.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey!

What's goin' on?

We thought you could use a bit of cheering up, Tonic.

Well, what I really could use is a little quiet.

Hold on, no problem.

Quiet!

No problem, mate.

Oh, hi. How... how you doing?

Listen, I... I... I'll talk to you later, okay?

Hey, hey, hey!

There you are. Come here!

How about a nice little vodka and tonic?

Tonic!

No, thanks, I'll pass.

Pass. That's good!

Oh, man, you ought to be on Carson!

He's right, mate.

Uh, listen, I'm sorry.

Excuse me, excuse me. Oh, hi, Sandy.

Sorry.

You want to do it again?

Oh, well, uh, uh, no. Not... not really.

You know, Tonic, I've got this

Problem.

Hey, take a look.

Your babe, huh?

Come on. Hold on. Come on.

Well, I'm... I'm sure that Flash can handle it.

Well, Flash can handle just about anything except

a real woman.

Yeah, well...

You know, I... I really don't think it's wise

to go swimming in another man's pool.

I'm not in another man's pool.

Especially if that man is Flash.

Uh, look... look, San... Sandy, uh,

Uh, well, I'm sure that whatever the thing is,

the problem is, that he can handle it,

and if you just give him a chance.

Oh, but I want to give you the chance.

Oh, well, thanks... thanks. But w-w-why don't we talk about this tomorrow, okay?

Or next week.

I want to do more than just talk.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Ciao. Oh, wow!

Al, it's 5:00 in the morning.

Don't these people ever go home?

- Hi, Tonic. - Yeah?

What are you, lost in space? It's your party, mate.

Yeah. Great.

Ziggy says there's a 60 percent chance

that Dwayne is embezzling you guys.

That's how come your escrow check bounced.

Uh, the trail is kind of fuzzy,

but it appears that he's been trading

and losing more money on the stock market than he makes in a year.

What about Whittler?

Ziggy says, a 17 percent chance he'll knock you off.

Al, there's gotta be a prime suspect,

so just have Ziggy go over the scenarios again.

Well, it looks like a... a... a three-way toss-up.

Uh, everybody seems to be, uh,

equally lookin' guilty or innocent

depending on which way you look at it.

Yeah, well, then we're just gonna have to keep a close eye on everybody.

Yeah.

Where's Philip right now?

I don't know.

Uh, Gushie, center me on Philip.

Gushie, quit foolin' around!

I'm tryin' to find Philip.

He says he's here.

What?

He also says there's a 50-50 chance that you get it now.

- Now? - Yeah, at the party.

- Hey, hey! - Whittler!

- You're hurtin' my arm! - What's wrong?

How'd this kid get in here?

Uh, he must have slipped by when Eddie was on the door.

These kids are all alike.

They get in here and steal everything they can.

I didn't steal anything.

- Hey, what do you call this? - That's part of your costume.

Better see what else you've got on you.

What about this knife, here, huh?

Hey, take it easy, take it easy, would you?

Look, I don't want to hurt you, but I don't want to get hurt, either.

I'd never hurt you.

You're my father.

You're his father?

Ah!

Next time, be sure to check your raincoat,

sport.

Come on, G.I. Joe.

Wait a second, wait a second. Now, listen, uh...

I want to talk to this... What's your name?

Philip. Philip Silbart.

Philip, here. It's cool.

Come on.

So what makes you think that I'm your father?

My mom told me.

She always had your picture around

and... and your albums,

and one day she started crying, and... and she told me.

Told you that I was your father.

She said that,

you know,

you did it after your concert in Omaha,

the first time you guys came over here from England.

Well, Sam, King Thunder did play Omaha 16 years ago.

Of course, then they were called The Dingles.

Things do happen after concerts.

Look, Philip, I was in Omaha

a long time ago, but that doesn't mean...

- I sound like you. - What?

I can play guitar just like you.

I sing just like you.

That's because you're my father.

A lot of people have very similar voices

that sound alike when they sing...

Look. You and I have got the same hand.

See, I've got this, uh, little web of skin, just like you.

I don't want any money from you.

I don't want anything. I just want you to admit that you're my father.

According to Ziggy, even though Philip and I

shared a set of webbed fingers,

there was still only a 50 percent chance that I was his father,

but a 99 percent chance

I was still going to get killed.

That meant that to catch the killer,

I was still going to have to do the concert.

What the hell is that?

Ah, somebody nicked my bloody wig.

I had Rose go out and fetch another one.

Stupid fans.

Just remember,

tonight we do my songs, right?

Right.

Right.

Then let's get this bleedin' thing over with, all right?

- Right. - Right. Bloody right.

Hey, Cav, where are we?

Uh, Detroit.

Hello, Detroit!

Sam.

Hey, Whittler, will you take this up for me?

You bet.

Be right out.

I just... I... I just...

I think that... I think that you should bail out of this.

I can't bail out of this, Al.

I've gotta... I've gotta figure out who kills Tonic and stop him.

Yeah, well, I...

Hey, Tonic, what are you doing? We're ready for you.

Oh, yeah. Well, I'll... I'll come right out.

Hey, Dwayne, uh, let me talk to you for a second, huh?

Listen, uh,

how much money of ours have you lost on the stock market so far this year?

None. I mean, stocks go up and down, but...

Dwayne, I had a friend check into your private account.

Now, you've been gambling away more than you make.

That money's comin' from somewhere.

And I'd hate to call for a personal audit right now

because I think we both know where that money's comin' from.

Tonic, it... it just got a little bit away from me.

Ah-ha, see? I told you. He's the killer!

- You little weasel. - I can get it back.

You just gotta give me a little bit of time.

You... you can have all your money right now,

you... you've just gotta give me the chance.

Okay.

Okay.

Thanks, man.

And, Dwayne,

tonight, when we leave after the concert,

I don't want to ride in the same limo with Flash.

And... and bring all the limos around to a different exit,

you know, because I... I... I hate that exit.

Okay, whatever you say.

- Okay, I'm sick of it. - Okay, um, thanks, man.

Okay.

You know that idea about the limos is great.

I always say, play it safe.

Tonic.

Huh?

Don't be coy with me, Tonic.

I can see it in your eyes.

You were just pretending last night.

You want me and I want you.

- What about me? - Oh, boy.

You got it.

What?

Dwayne told me you were here.

Get out! Go on!

Look, Flash...

You are a dead man.

- I told you! - I don't believe this.

It's Flash!

He's the killer.

And he doesn't want to kill you about his songs,

he wants to kill you because of that girl... that Sandy.

Al, you've been certain about three different people.

Yeah, but this time, I'm really certain.

And now you don't have to know who to look for

because it's definitely him.

Or Dwayne.

Or

Philip.

You done?

Definitely.

Don't forget, this is the last number.

You gonna do my song tonight or what?

Don't worry about his songs.

They never even got published.

No.

There's the song!

Thank you. We love you, Detroit.

Move it.

Hey, hey, hey, we're not supposed to be going this way.

Just keep movin', come on.

Al!

Sam, don't go that way.

Dad!

Dad?

Dwayne! Have you gone bloody daft?

I had to bloody do it to shut him up.

I could have got your money back, but you couldn't wait.

You couldn't wait.

I knew it was you, you greedy twerp!

What about our money?

Dwayne's gambled most of it away.

What? You've been losin' our money?

I only took what I deserved.

All you did is sing,

but I put you guys together in the first place.

I'm the one who made you big.

I'm better than all of you put together, but you never saw that.

All you thought about was your egos.

So I took what was mine!

Yeah? Well, let me...

Should have let me kill him, the bleeding twit!

Oh, killed him. No, no, no.

We should've killed him, brought him back to life,

and killed him again, after what he did to us.

What did he do? I mean, besides attack Tonic and all.

He stole our bloody money, that's what he did, you bleeding idiot!

Right.

We can always make more money, can't we?

There's only one Tonic, right?

We don't want to lose him.

- Thanks, Nick. - Yeah.

I always knew he was a shifty little twerp.

And in my bleedin' wig.

We ought to kill him for that alone.

Yeah.

You know, you are one lucky geezer, you know that?

He's right.

It had nothing to do with luck.

Actually, Philip helped me out.

- Me? - Yeah.

What the heck were you reaching for in your pocket, anyway?

I mean, I... I... I saw you,

and... and then I saw somebody else reachin' in their pocket

and... and then you yelled, and... and that made me jump back,

and that's why Dwayne missed me

and if you hadn't done that, I...

I just wanted to give you this.

Is this your mom?

Yeah.

And you. It was taken after your first concert.

Not bloody likely.

He was sick from drinkin' too many vodka tonics onstage.

Spent the night in the hospital gettin' his stomach pumped.

That's why we call him Tonic.

He's right, Sam.

Tonic went straight from the concert to the hospital.

Look, Philip, I'm sorry.

Oh, I remember her.

She came with you backstage before the concert.

She was a bit of all right, as I recall you tellin' me.

Before the concert?

He couldn't even stand after the concert.

Sam, if Tonic went bingo-bango-bongo with Philip's mother,

there's a 98 percent chance that you're the father.

Maybe... maybe I am your father.

Hello, Dad.

Didn't know you had it in you, Tonic!

Nice, very nice.

Oh, how sweet.

Thanks.

Wait... wait... wait, where... where you going?

I just wanted to meet my father. I met you.

Time to go.

Wait a second, after all these years. You don't have to go now.

I told you, I don't want anything from you.

What? If I stayed, what would I do?

I... I heard you playin' Tonic's Stratocaster.

- You got pretty good hands. - Great hands.

Not as good as my dad.

Are you daft?

I've been carryin' him for years.

Haven't we all?

Oh, yes, indeed.

What do you say, maybe, you stick around,

and we'll get you a job as... as a roadie,

and... and, uh, maybe you can teach your old man some new licks.

Maybe? I'd say you better.

Huh? What do you say?

Yeah.

Sam, Tonic gives the kid a break,

and the kid becomes one of the hottest studio musicians in London.

Ta-ta, Sam.

Gordon? Gordon?

Damn it, Gordon, what's goin' on?

Gordon, are you there, Gordon?

Oh, God, please help! Help!

Someone unlock these things!

Please, I'm being kidnapped!

He's my ex-husband!

He's gonna kill me! Please!

Please!

Oh!

Oh, boy.