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I can recommend this one.

If you liked them, the whole body.

Take a big glance in the mirror, pal.

Make sure this is what you want to look like when you die.

It's no need to get hostile.

There's a right way and a wrong way to settle this pal.

There's only my way.

MUSIC It's

up with heartburn so bad you could fry an egg on my chest.

You know the night before it was a tough one

when even the sound of the fizz hurt your head.

I'm only following your orders.

Yeah, but you have to do with such a vengeance?

You have a client waiting.

She looked like the kind of woman who put

beauty, brains and class into the same package.

Nancy, I'd like you to meet Mike Hammer.

Mike, Nancy Mann.

Hello, Mr. Hammer.

My card.

Rebelle Passions.

Yes, I own the company along with my partner Lisa Weldon.

You must be doing very well.

I've heard a lot of good things about the reveal I.

We'll know that one way or another next week.

You know, I spent all of last year designing a line for this season.

I've borrowed to the hilt.

And now when we're a week from kickoff, I'm afraid that I could have a problem?

Yes.

I'm afraid it could be serious, Mr. Hammer.

MUSIC You okay?

Yeah.

She had her whole life in front of her.

Until she walked into my office.

The bullet that killed her was meant for you, Hannah.

The men found this on the roof across the street.

223.

What was Nancy Mann doing here?

I don't know.

She never had a chance to tell me.

Well, this ought to do wonders for your business, Hammer.

People will be clamoring to hire you so they can get shot in your office.

Very funny.

Anyway, you'll get the rifle casing over to ballistics and check out Ravelle Fashions.

What's that, Macy's?

Chopping for a birthday present for Bobby.

That's right.

He's going to be 12 next week.

Isn't that something?

Mike, be careful.

I read there's some checking on my own on this one.

So he was out and about.

He was really not a big fan of yours.

Start with Barrington.

I'm sure he's got a list.

Be careful.

Hello, Val.

Mike in?

Sure is.

Yeah.

Bill.

I got two words for you.

Kenny the knife.

Kenny the knife is three words, Pat.

Well, here's the two words.

Watch out.

He just got paroled.

Kenny the knife has just been paroled?

As you let the guy like that out of prison.

Hey, let him come.

If he wants me, I want him.

You might get him in a way you don't want.

Let me get you some police protection.

Pat, if I were you, I'd give Kenny the police protection.

You know, Betsy loves Kenny.

I'd love to give him a kiss right between the eyes.

A kiss?

Mike, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just don't like being a target.

I'll see you around.

Isn't he the one who stabbed you in the shoulder

and swore he'd kill you when he got out of prison?

Yeah, that's our Kenny.

Isn't he a sweetheart?

I'll see you later.

Mike, you're not going on a street with Kenny the knife out there.

What?

It's safer in here?

Come on.

What?

Belda was burning up the phone wires trying to track down Kenny the knife with no luck.

Meanwhile, I checked out some of his old horns, but I didn't find any sign of him.

I kept feeling Kenny's eyes crawling up my spine every place I went.

The next day I decided to make a condolence call to rebel fashions.

I was feeling guilty about Nancy Madden.

She took a bullet that was probably meant for me.

I'm sorry.

You've just been to death and I'm... Yes, I know.

Nancy Madden.

I'm Cynthia Henlett.

I'm the bookkeeper.

Hello, Mike Henlett.

Lisa Weldon in charge.

She's over there talking to the detective.

Excuse me.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Nothing much here.

Just routine.

Let's face it, Mike.

You were the target.

Kenny the knife was probably the shooter.

I want to get this thing wrapped up and get back down to Macy's.

It's down to either a catcher's glove or a bladder blade.

I still want to find out why Nancy Madden came into my office.

So do I.

What's that guy in the tweet?

Oh, it's Paul Madden.

Nancy's uncle.

He's taking it pretty hard.

Okay, thanks.

If I don't get this money, I'll bring it up with Sheep's Head Bay.

No more.

Look, it's getting way out of hand now.

I can't afford to.

As well, I'm Mike Hammer.

I'm very sorry about what happened to Nancy Madden.

I don't know why Nancy went to see you, Mr. Hammer.

I'm certainly the wrong person to go to.

Why?

I hope you don't think I feel good about what happened.

I certainly don't.

Nancy didn't have an enemy in the world.

You're the guy they were after, Mr. Hammer.

You're the one that should be dead.

I'm sorry.

I didn't.

We were just very close and I'm upset.

This alone you made to your niece, Mr. Madden.

Was it a big one?

Well, I'm gone.

It just returns, no.

But it was my life savings.

Legally, I'm entitled to call the loan now, but if I tried to collect on it,

I'd get only about 50 cents on the dollar, but I was lucky.

I really don't want to talk about that right now.

Nancy, it worked so hard for all of this.

Uh, Mike Hammer?

Paul Madden.

Wish for the Markel toy company.

Nancy was his niece.

Mr. Madden, I'm terribly sorry about that.

Excuse me.

Pat, who's that?

It's Tony Western.

He also does business with the company.

Lenin's supply.

Well, we're about wrapped up here.

Now listen, so far we don't have a trace on

Kenny the knife, but he is definitely out there.

I want you to watch yourself.

Hey, come on, Pat.

He's got to check in with his parole officer.

Strange this thing happened.

Kenny's parole officer?

He fell off a subway platform.

He got hit by a train.

Accident?

Well, they must have assigned him a new parole officer.

I mean, he's got to check in with a new guy.

Well, they did.

So far he can't locate Kenny.

People don't go to a private detective without a reason.

I had to know why Nancy Madden came to see me.

Maybe her uncle Paul had some information, so I paid

a visit to the Markel Toy Company where he worked.

And I'm Mike Hammer.

I'm here to see Paul Madden.

I could show you the ins and outs of these electronic games.

I love to teach newcomers.

This one's called Teach and Tell.

Whatever happened to rubber duckies and cat pistols?

Don't you think these are more stimulating?

Well, I like to leave a little something to the imagination.

Mr. Madden's in here.

Hello, Mr. Madden.

You're looking peeked.

You're Tony Western, aren't you?

How's the linen business?

Hi, goodbye.

Tell me so.

How many towels did you have to move to buy that Ferrari?

What kind of a question is that?

Look, pal, I'm legit.

You see if I didn't help Nancy Madden with the bills on the cutters' aprons.

I've been approached by a lot of different linen companies, Mr. Hammer.

Tony here is one of the most professional of them all.

Going to lunch at my club, would you kind of join us?

Only if it's a private club.

I can recommend this wine if you like them full bodied.

I certainly do, but I think I'll have a beer.

I can't.

Figures.

Tony, we can't all have your flair for class.

You might be interested to know, Mr. Hammer, that

this is one of the oldest clubs in New York City.

Some of our members can be traced all the way back to Plymouth Rock.

Really?

It must be pretty old by now.

Do you belong to a club, Hammer?

Yeah, the YMCA, I work out there now again.

Jim upstairs, I work out every afternoon.

Well, I can recommend this crowd if you're interested.

It's flown in fresh daily.

Peter, here on A&E.

Good old beer.

If I hadn't been reaching for one, I'd have had a bullet in my head.

Not a bad picture of you.

Hey.

I'm worried, Mike.

Don't you think it'd be a good idea if you took a little vacation?

Are you kidding?

A vacation?

Forget it.

Listen, did you check on Tony Western's history?

Sure did.

Yeah, just like I thought.

Done time in Attica, connected to organized crime.

What's in the box?

You're a gumball machine.

I got it fixed.

Really?

That's work.

So you won't be needing this?

Hey, look at this guy.

Well, not a very good picture.

Hey, Pat.

Just heard from the lab.

Well, look, we dug out of the restaurant wall, matches

the one fired from across the street the other day.

2.23, cyanide laced.

What does that tell you?

Tells me it was the same guy.

Guy.

It's Kenny the knife, Mike.

He's got a bullseye pitted on your back.

I figured if I could trace the cyanide bullets, I could find the hit man.

My connection was a guy named Johnny Moretti, who was a regular at Aqueduct.

Hey, Johnny.

Hey, Mikey, how you doing?

So you made the papers this morning?

Yeah, Johnny.

I need some information.

Today's your lucky day.

Got a hot tip for you next week's.

Bet your lungs under 10 horse, knocked them, made the issue on wire to wire them.

Thanks, Johnny.

But I need some information on a hit man.

Now, look, I'm looking for a guy who sugars his lads with cyanide.

Mikey, I don't hear what guns no more.

Remember?

I'm a little of a grand jury investigation.

I mean, I know.

And you don't give me what I need.

The grand jury's gonna be the least of your problem.

Mikey, I told you.

I don't hear what guns anymore.

Johnny, I know.

But I also know you know who does.

Now, look, give me this paper.

Find out what you can and give me a call, huh?

All right.

All right.

Over the number.

You can owe me one.

Thanks, sir.

It is now five minutes to post time.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, yeah.

I've seen the paper, yeah.

It's all right, Mikey.

You all right?

Yeah.

How you doing, Reggie?

Listen, I have got the hottest tip on this next race.

I know.

Number 10, Dr. Maeve.

Oh, wrong animal.

Mikey, when you get down on the nine horse, the nine horse.

Still kicking.

Huh?

Come on, let's go.

I'm with the 20 right on us.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Don't miss the hour.

20 to win on the number nine horse.

20 to win.

20 to win.

Number nine.

So, horse rules are... He's starting game.

Hey, awesome.

Is she that guy over there with a fat man?

You know who he is?

Never seen him, but I do know who the fat man is.

Oh, yeah, who?

Heavy duty, shy luck.

And believe me, Mikey, you don't want to mess with him.

The horses are... in the starting gate.

The flag is up.

It's Dr. Maeve going out in the front.

It's her's eye is second, with loose dream in between horses third and still kicking

on the outside fourth, followed by Sally B, bright star and million dollars.

As the field races on to the fire turn, Dr. Maeve enjoys the lead by two lengths.

Come on, come on.

Come on, nine.

Come on, nine.

Now, still kicking, rambles up on the outside.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Still kicking on the outside.

Forges to the front, quiet.

Loose dream is second, with Dr. Maeve back to third.

And the run for the wire, still kicking on the outside.

As they cross the line of finish, on the outside, still kicking is the

narrow winner, with loose dream second, Dr. Maeve third.

That sounds like a lot of pickup.

Sure does.

Try to show a little enthusiasm, huh?

See, the fat man and fancy other guy, eight big ones, to bet another ten,

Dr. Maeve.

Makes you wonder about people with money they don't have, doesn't it?

Yeah, sure does.

Hey, come on, let's go collect.

I wanted more information about Tony West, so I went to

a place called the Silver Spoo, a garment center hangout.

Thank you, listen.

I'll call you soon.

Thank you.

Are you watching me?

Well, you are nice to look at.

Would you start off the right way?

Of course, there is the possibility that you

had a bullet put through my office window.

I said, possibility.

Did anybody ever tell you you're strange?

Mm-hmm, but not to my face.

Well, as long as we're talking about possibilities, in theory, I mean.

Why me?

What motive would I have?

Well, I'd check with your insurance underwriter.

You have a key person insurance policy, which means you're

entitled about $250,000, because of Nancy Mann's death.

Terrific, check further.

That money is tied up because of the police investigation, and if it is

released in the next decade, it will be used to pay off my business debts.

That is the purpose of key person insurance, you know?

Unless it's siphoned off.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's a well-known underworld scam.

When the infiltrated business suck off all the assets, then send the company into

bankruptcy, so the legit creditors can pick the empty bones.

Do I look like a gangster to you?

You look like an angel, which is more than I

can say to the guy you were with yesterday.

Tony Weston?

Uh-huh, aside from doing time in Attica, he couldn't

cut his legs to organize crime with a chainsaw.

I don't believe that.

Really?

What's the connection to your business?

Supplies is with Lenin, that's all.

You believe that?

Look, I know what I'm talking about.

I also know from reading about you in the newspaper that there was a second attempt

on your life, and you have several known enemies.

So, don't you have something better to do?

I mean, there is someone who's after you, isn't there?

Yes, there's a guy named Kenny the Knight.

He lives up to his name.

He's a very sweet guy.

A man slaughters his hobby.

Perfect.

And why am I sitting next to you?

Good question.

Because I like what I say.

You got some time?

I'd like to show you something.

Sure.

Che, please.

Hey, I thought you were taking me for a night, Cap.

Nancy and I start out with next to nothing.

We got this place right there, there have been a

fire here and the owner couldn't afford to fix it up.

We did it all ourselves.

Just with our own two hands.

We worked for two months straight.

We even slept here.

You must have wanted your own business pretty badly?

Yeah.

Do you think that after all that work, I'd let

organized crime have something to do with my business?

You mean you'd actually refuse a high rent co-op on the Upper East Side?

I've got a rent control department in the village.

What about a round trip ticket to Sicily, of all expenses paid?

Well...

If it was for two.

Oh.

I do serve night caps here.

Really?

Is there something

you really miss in your life life?

Yeah, lots of things.

I especially miss going to the ballpark of my dad on Sunday afternoons.

It was a great guy.

Here's to your dad.

To you?

Well, what are you doing?

Well, don't.

Why these guys?

They read about you in the newspaper.

They're insurance salesman.

Life insurance.

Boys, thanks anyway, but I've got all the life insurance I need.

Pat called.

Someone may have spotted Kenny the knife in the Times Square area.

Oh, wonderful.

Yeah, and there's a Cynthia Henlon in your office.

The bookkeeper from Revelds?

Yeah.

Is Helen?

What can I do for you?

Mr. Hammer, I know you think the bullet that killed Nancy was meant for you.

But I'm not so sure.

You think somebody wanted to kill Nancy?

Why?

Well, I think the business was being milked.

That's why we're broke.

But you're the bookkeeper.

I'm sure that a quick look at the books would tell you something.

No, you won't find a thing.

My books are perfect.

Well, maybe there was a second set of books.

Yes, I think so.

Lisa has a computer record.

She keeps locked up.

It doesn't match my records.

Yes, Helen.

If you're trying to tell me that Lisa is mixed up

and they should have a tough time convincing me.

Well, they say Lisa's such a great sales person because she had a lot of purchasing

experience before she got in the garment business.

With other people's credit cards.

Good day, Mr. Hammer.

Mike, Johnny Moretti just called.

I want you to meet him and act with us.

Thanks.

House time is in one minute.

Hey, Johnny.

What's the matter with you?

It's like the grand jury already got to you.

Worse.

Can you sign that, man?

Yeah.

The word is he's a nutcase, a stone killer.

His name isn't Kenny the Knight, is it?

I don't know, Mike.

He's far higher.

10 G's boys, any kind of life you want.

Me and one with a child.

How do I make contact with it?

Visit a bar called a key after midnight.

The guy you're looking for is wearing a signant ring with Satan on it.

Is it freelance?

That's the word.

And the second word is there was a customer looking

to contact your sign I'd made before you, Hammer.

Oh, yeah?

Who?

Some geek by the name of Tony Wester.

And Mike, be careful.

Thanks, Johnny.

It seemed like the bullet that went through my office window was meant for Nancy Matt.

As a suspect, Tony Weston looked like a favorite and was

rapidly moving around the fire turn into first place.

Side and murder.

I knew somehow Tony Weston figured in that equation, but that

didn't make me feel any less easy about Kenny the Knight.

Here are the bank and financial records you asked for.

Oh, great.

Interesting reading.

Look at this.

Tony Weston knows just about everybody.

Yeah.

And there's another chewy tidbit on Lisa Wilden.

You know, I'm not sure I believe all that stuff that

Cynthia Handler was trying to feed me about Lisa.

Well, you better read what it has to say about Lisa anyway.

Oh, no.

Excuse me.

My compliments to your desire.

What?

My clothes?

No, everybody.

Are you busy for the next five or six hours?

Yeah, I gotta change my hat.

Actually, I'm not into clothes at all.

Really?

I'll make a note.

Are the girls getting to you?

Never enough.

Here's a printout of Lisa Wilden's computer records.

Oh, good.

Is it bossing?

Yeah, she's with Paul Madden trying to sweet talk him into extending her credit.

Thanks.

I'm sure everything's going to work out just fine.

Oh, that's great.

Well, I've extended the loan.

Am I a fool, Mr. Allen?

But don't answer that.

Thank you.

This is a nice surprise.

This is not such a nice surprise.

Forgery.

Credit card fraud.

Do you want me to go on?

Miss Weston?

Why didn't you tell me, Tony?

We should brother.

Right.

I lied to you.

I know.

We had to.

That was five years ago.

My business is on the ropes as it is.

If people knew I had a criminal record, that would be the end of it.

What about your brother, Tony?

I mean, his background is even juicier than yours.

Between the two of you could start an act.

My brother's trying to go straight, and he's

doing quite well with his linen business.

Yeah, he's doing just great.

He just dropped eight thousand bucks at the track.

What do you think of that?

You think people change overnight?

It's hard.

It takes time.

I know it takes time, and it takes a little bit of luck, too.

What about people who get in your way like Nancy Matt?

Nancy was my friend.

Yeah.

And I bet Tony loved her, too.

Until she wouldn't let him take over the business.

Tony's not a killer.

Both he and I lied.

To save our chance at starting over.

He and I were losers.

This business was my chance at starting a new life.

Nancy understood that.

We should eat it, too.

Lisa, what I do understand is that Nancy Matton is dead, and you lied to me.

Now, listen.

It's not easy for me either, but I can tell you something, Lisa.

I'm going to follow this thing through all the way to the end.

No matter what.

No matter what.

I'll go to what you have to do then.

Just get out!

In the back streets of the city, you can dig up some pretty strange bars.

And if you dug down really far, you'd find a key.

The circus sure had chains since I was a kid.

Figured that the cyanide killer would hang out in a place like this.

Take a big glance in the mirror, pal.

Make sure this is what you're going to look like when you die.

There's no need to get hostile.

Do you have insurance?

Excuse me, could you please tell me what you want?

There's way

and a wrong way to settle this, pal.

That's all they might.

Okay, don't drop it.

I didn't like sending him to Leather Heaven.

He was the best lead I had.

Did her here on A&E.

All the evidence pointed to Tony Weston.

I didn't want to believe his sister Lisa was guilty, too.

But she had to be unless Cynthia was lying.

Say, Mike.

Hey, Pat.

What are you going to bag?

Jonathan Paul Madden's toy company gave me a real good deal.

Electronic hockey game, what do you think?

Personally, I'd rather have two tickets to the garden.

You got the computer print out?

The computer shows reveal fashion school for

a classic organized crime milking operation.

You hate to say it, Mike, but you're right on target.

The idea is running the show?

Tony Weston, he's even drawn a salary from reveal fashions.

The motive is there.

Nancy Madden finds out, decides to blow the whistle, calls a private detective.

Too bad to start him with the wrong one.

Tony Weston found the sign I'd kill him, put a contract on a Nancy Madden.

That, tomorrow we get the warrant, make the caller.

Any chance of Barrington questioning another witness beforehand?

Who, Lisa?

No, Cynthia Handlin, the rebel's bookkeeper.

Well, I'll see what I can do, but it's clear to me, Tony Weston is the key.

Yeah, but Cynthia Handlin may be the lock.

You're right over here.

Come on.

You won't be needing that.

I see you finally found McKinney.

I've been looking forward to this for a long time.

Sure you have.

A real long time.

This is going to give me a lot of pleasure.

Yeah.

I'm sure it is.

I've been locked away for years.

It's all on your account.

Hey, I do it again, Kent.

Well, I just want to thank you.

Thank you.

It turned my whole life around being that joint.

I did a lot of searching inside.

I come to love God.

I love my country.

I almost think I love my mother.

And I owe it all to you, how am I?

That's my Kenny.

Thanks, Mike.

Thanks a lot.

Anytime, buddy.

I was visual, though.

Oh, it's not bad.

I live with it.

Let's stay in touch.

Yeah.

Let's have lunch together.

You got it.

Mike, have a good one.

Ready?

Yeah.

Got the gun?

No, no, not here.

She comes out of the Browns.

We drive past.

We fire one shot.

I'll be waiting for you right over here.

Got it?

One shot.

Yeah, okay.

Mike, Mike.

Why?

Oh, sorry, Mike.

Should I aim over her head?

What do you think?

That's a very good idea.

Aim over her head.

Now, go.

Okay, over her head.

Oh, Mike.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

Mike, Mike.

Mike, this is important.

Should I be wearing a ski mask or something?

Wear a ski mask?

I don't care, Aussie.

Wear anything you'd like.

Just get ready right now.

Now, do you understand me?

Okay, okay.

I'll go away, boy.

Okay, sister, end of the line.

Okay, sister, end of the line.

Okay, sister, end of the line.

Aussie had done his job well.

Cynthia was good and scared.

Now, maybe I could get her to talk.

I'm clear up a lot of questions I had about Nancy Madden's death.

Now, morning, three, number 16.

Come on.

Sorry, ladies, it's visiting Howard.

Ten minutes.

You can tell him so soon?

None of your business.

Boy, Aussie, Idaho.

Nobody goes there.

You know, it's too bad, Cynthia.

A nice girl like you getting involved in a murder.

I already talked to the district attorney.

He didn't hold me.

Well, I'm sure that it'll have you back again.

You can count on that.

Crazy.

I told the DA what I'm telling you.

I don't know anything.

No, they can prove that you're phoning that computer printout.

I have nothing to say.

It's all right, dear.

It's unisex day.

This man's a pervert.

Will you call the cop?

What are you doing in here?

Get out.

Out.

Out.

Out.

Just a lover's call, madam.

Out.

Get your hand off me.

Police.

Police.

Officer.

This man followed me into the ladies' room.

Not another one.

Did he do anything?

Do you want to press charges?

No, I have a train to catch, excuse me.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You're not going anywhere.

Listen, I'm a private investigator.

You want to see my ID?

Yeah.

So you're a private investigator?

It still doesn't tell me what you're doing in a ladies' room.

Does it?

I'm investigating a very special case.

This lady... Never mind.

Cynthia got away, but I got a dress.

I played my ace and lost.

I scared Cynthia, but I didn't scare her enough to talk.

Why would she be leaving town with just one dress from Nancy Madden's collection?

It didn't make sense.

Or did it?

In

my racket, you never know where you're going to get your clues.

Sometimes it's a matter of pushing the right buttons.

Or in this case, of cutting them open.

Jackpot.

The last time I saw Lisa, we hadn't parted on such good terms.

The fashion show had put her in a better mood.

Hi.

Hi.

How's it shaping up?

Okay, I guess.

Just a little nervous.

Listen, uh, where's Tony?

I wouldn't talk to him.

Mike, please don't start any trouble, not tonight.

Excuse me.

Tony.

Excuse me.

Question.

Why does your name come up on the street when people start

asking for a contract man who lays his bullets with cyanide?

That's easy.

You know my connections.

Tony.

No, Lisa.

He's going to blow force anyway.

Yeah, I asked around.

I wanted to find him so you put the hit out.

You got there first.

Connection?

Yep.

What's going on here?

I just wanted to make sure.

Make sure what?

These people doing anything illegal?

Let's play an old-fashioned non-electronic game.

Call.

Who's got the button?

Sweetheart, come in, please.

Very nice.

Let's just open this up a little.

How's that?

Great.

How is it for you?

Terrific.

Thanks.

Mike, what in the world are you doing?

I'll bet you didn't know that Uncle Paul's teaching tailgame is run by the same

little microchip that sends ICBMs to Duluth.

Look familiar, comrade?

Uncle Paul's favorite way of smuggling high-tech microchips to his favorite customer.

The Soviet Union.

Only Nancy Madden found out about it.

And that's why she came to my office.

And that's why you had her killed.

That's insane.

Really?

Cynthia Henlon worked for you.

And Cynthia had a dress just full of little missile starters.

Put it down, man!

Put it down, man!

Very clever, Madden.

Making everything look like just another

organized crime take over in the garment district.

Cynthia, you even went to the trouble of phoning up

another set of books and the Tony would look guilty.

Oh, man, it's over here!

Now, prove your aim.

At least, said Nancy, loaning them your life savings.

That was cute.

Only you never had $50,000 in your bank account.

But your friends in the Kremlin, they gave you lots of money, didn't they?

This, Madden.

Close, but no cigar, Madden.

Over here, Madden.

Over here, over here.

You're getting warmer.

You're getting hot.

Now you're getting hotter.

Now you're on fire.

And now, you're out of bullets.

Here I am, man.

This is for Nancy, man.

And that was for America.

Great timing, Barrington.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oh, I just can't believe it was Nancy's uncle.

This should have been Nancy's show.

Make it your night.

It's up to you now.

Hey, people can't change, you know.

Tony promised me he'd sell his Ferrari to pay off his track debts.

Tony's lucky.

If I sold my car, I'd be lucky to make the track admission fee.

Don't forget your mic.

That's the thing you gotta show to do, kid, and we'll talk about it later.

Yeah.

I am.

It didn't surprise me that the other side wanted our computer chips.

They've already gotten our Levi's and our rock and roll.

But there's one thing they'll never get.

That deep, down, satisfying feeling that your backside belongs to no one but you.

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