Original subtitles

Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy...

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

And they were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪ Come on, come on. Mo-o-ove it.

Dig the safe-a, warm-a nest.

Outside, ghosts haunt the night,

a-lookin' for the lost and the lonely.

But i-i-it's okay, troops. ♪ Burn, baby, burn Disco inferno ♪

- Uncle Harry's... - ♪ Burn, baby, burn Burn that mother down ♪

♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪ ♪ Burn it ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ I heard somebody say ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪ ♪ Burn it ♪

♪♪

♪ I just can't stop ♪

♪ When my spark gets hot ♪

♪ I just can't stop ♪

♪ When my spark gets hot ♪

You wanna spell me a while, Pop?

I wouldn't want to make you look bad.

♪ When my spark gets hot ♪

♪ I heard somebody say ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪ ♪ Burn, baby, burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down ♪ ♪ Burn it ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, sure, Mr. Heston. Mario's got the attention,

but the real star is up there... Harry Owens.

Oh, I know, I know. You pay the bills, and I just handle the publicity,

but I'd be sellin' myself short if I didn't give you my input, right?

You're right about one thing, Lanny. I run the show, and that's this club.

It's got charisma, class, and that's what pulls them in.

That's just what I told Harry when he said he wanted his name up out in front.

A big a-man in the sky is up a-watchin' a-you,

and there is-a no place for you to go!

A-dig it? Dig it? Dig it!

A quarter for a clean windshield, sir? Hey, you!

Hey! I told you not to hang around here.

I ain't doin' no harm. You're doin' me harm.

Now get outta here, you old crumb. You turn my stomach. Get outta here!

You think you're something. Well, you're nothing.

This place ain't nothing, and the people are nothing.

Get outta here, ya old crumb!

Come on. Move 'em outta here. Yeah.

Come on now. Inside, everybody.

Come on, boys. Move it along here. Get this goin'.

Come on. Inside, everyone.

More excitement inside. Come on, Mario. Move it in there.

Nothin' to worry about. The excitement's all over now. Move it in, boys. Yeah.

The dead man's name was James Hannah.

That makes three victims in four months.

Now, Angels, you can appreciate why the Committee for Concerned Elder Citizens...

needs our immediate help.

And there isn't anything to go on? There's not a clue,

an eyewitness, even a secondhand description?

No, just what you've got there.

The M.O. is a killer who strangles disadvantaged men...

who ride the bus from the beach at night.

Now, this psycho could be riding the bus or following it.

This is not exactly an assignment I'm looking forward to.

Neither is the next victim, which leads me to where you'll begin.

With the next victim? No, with the last three.

The first one's name was Barkowitz... Sam Barkowitz.

Look, honey, I already told what I know, like a dozen times, to the police.

I tell ya, I'm really not too wild about goin' through it again,

since I wasn't too crazy about him when he was alive.

I take it you and your father didn't get along then?

Stepfather. I see.

Yeah. Ah, come on. He walked out on me and my mother years ago.

You got a customer. Oh, yeah. That's... salami?

That's 80 cents.

Thank you. Here you go. I'm sorry. You were sayin'...

- When did you see him last? - Oh, it was the night he was killed.

Uh, it's four months ago, where I was workin'.

He was always doin' that.

Doin' what?

Well, followin' me. He followed from job to job.

He was moochin' for money till his social security check came in, and then...

Then he'd go, and he'd gamble it away in any

penny-ante card game he could find around the beach.

Oh. Salami?

All right. Ninety cents.

Did you give him the money he asked for the night he was killed?

Yeah, sure. But just to get rid of him.

- Can you remember what time that was? - About 11:30?

11:30. Just about the time he got on the bus. Where were you working that night?

- Freddie's. Uh, it's a disco. - I see. Well, thank you very much.

Hey, no matter what anybody else thinks,

he owed enough people enough money to guarantee gettin' himself killed.

Salami? That's a dollar.

You know Salami's gone up from 80 cents to a dollar since I've been standin' here.

Yeah? Seems there's a run on salami.

Hey, it's whatever the market'll bear, right?

- Glad I'm not hungry. - Yeah, well?

So it seems we have a new common denominator, Angels.

Both victims had been at Freddie's before they were murdered.

The last one had a run-in with the owner, Fred Heston.

So until we hear from...

Hi. Sorry. I've been runnin' all over the beach. Did you come up with anything?

Well, our second victim, Mike Hooton... He didn't have any relatives.

But he had lots of friends at the beach. They

said he pretty much stuck around down there.

Now, the bus driver said that he picked him up at the same place...

at approximately the same time every night.

Hmm. Well, that shoots holes through your theory about the disco, doesn't it?

Kris, where exactly was Mr. Hooton picked up?

About Pico and Ocean, I think. Hmm. That's just one block from Freddie's.

Well, then that's three for three. All the victims were near Freddie's.

Which makes Freddie's the target for now.

Angels, Bosley will work out covers for you before you check in.

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♪♪

Wow.

S-S-Speak to me. Well, how's everything, Harry?

Everything is okay.

Listen, I've got a little problem, Harry.

Don't we all? Well, I need a favor.

You want a favor from me?

Look, if anyone asks, I drove you home last night between 1:00 and 1:30.

Sure. Why not? Except for one little thing.

Yeah?

That little discussion we had about my career... I figure you give... and you get.

Sounds like blackmail, Harry.

Hey. I'm not askin' any questions about how or why you drove me home last night.

Give and you get. Right, Mr. Heston?

Yeah. Right, Harry. Okay, you got it.

The raise and the publicity... The whole number.

Just like we discussed.

Just like we discussed.

Well, all right! Let's get with it, children.

Uncle Harry is a-watching you!

♪♪

That's the one.

I checked. He's on Fred Heston's payroll.

Sort of a dance shill. Keeps the action going.

He's terrific. Hmm.

♪♪

Oh! Allow me.

Thank you.

Aren't you two gonna dance? Oh, I don't think so, He has the gout.

That's unfortunate. Perhaps...

Yes? Well, I thought you and I... we might... dance?

- Wonderful idea. Will you excuse me? - Sure.

See you later.

♪♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪♪ Hey, you're all right.

You should give lessons.

I do. Here?

When I'm not in class. Class?

Law school. Busy fella.

When do you play?

I'm playin'. I'm playin'.

♪ I wanna boogie with you ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Ooh, what a treat Feels so sweet ♪

♪ Ah, that body heat ♪

♪ When I'm dancin' with my baby Drives me crazy ♪

♪ Makes me hazy ♪

Whoo! How 'bout your friend with the gout?

Bosley? Hmm.

Oh, he's harmless and fun. Very comfortable. Hmm! ♪♪

Pop, Kris Munroe.

You are a delight to watch, Miss. Well, thank you, Mr. Montero.

Would you do me the honor?

He taught me everything I know. Okay, I'd love to.

♪♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance Keep on dancin' ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

Now, never mind why I changed my mind about

Harry. Just do as your told. Give him the marquee.

Sure. Whatever you say.

Yes. Come in.

Miss Duncan would like to see you,

Mr. Heston. She's with Disco magazine. Disco!

I told her Mr. Press was the one to see.

- Well... - Uh... Uh, no. Uh, see you later, Lanny.

Ah.

Hey. See?

- Maybe I can cut through some of the red tape. - Well, thank you very much.

What can I do for you, Miss Duncan?

Well, I'm gonna do a story on the local scene,

and I would very much like to include Freddie's.

Why not? Doing a disco story and not mentioning Freddie's...

is like talking about the home-run record and not mentioning Babe Ruth.

I think Hank Aaron holds that record, doesn't he?

- Oh, uh, it's just a figure of speech. - Hmm. Yeah.

Hello.

Excuse me, Fred. I didn't know you were busy.

Uh, Excuse me, Miss Duncan. My wife, Marian.

Oh, well, hello.

I can wait... if I have to.

Well, uh, listen. Maybe, uh, Miss Duncan should speak with Mr. Press after all.

Probably so. Absolutely. Thank you very much. Thank you, sir.

Talk later, Miss Duncan. Nice to meet you.

Can't you leave me some dignity, Fred?

Is that too much to ask?

Little family squabble. I see.

♪ Just dancin' to the beat Feel the heat ♪

♪ I'm movin' my feet ♪

♪ Headin' towards the floor Gonna get down ♪ Whoo!

♪ And dance some more ♪♪ Oh! Let me get this straight.

♪♪ You teach disco dancing to senior citizens?

Oh, it just gives me some extra money, that's all. You don't enjoy it?

Enjoy? Those aged fools? I can't stand them.

Always complaining or gossiping. That's all they have on their minds.

No. Those "senior citizens," as you say...

We'd all be better off without them, all of them.

♪♪

♪♪

Hi. Howdy.

Kelly Garrett. I'm from Angelic Records.

And you have a fantastic group with an exciting, new sound,

and you'd like for me to give it a spin, right?

You said it all. Well, then stick around, sweetheart.

Durin' my break, we'll give it a try. Okay.

♪♪

Whoa! I gotta tell you something.

I think I'm too old for your father.

Yes, he's got a thing about older people.

- He's not exactly a teenager himself, you know. - Don't tell Pop.

"Think young, stay young." That's him. He'd rather be here.

He is whenever he's not teaching.

Ah. I'll bet he jogs all the way over here. Nah, he takes the bus.

Saves his energy for the dancing.

Did I hear someone say "bus"? I thought everybody in California owned a car.

Sorry to disappoint you. And you take the bus too?

I'm saving every penny I can for law school. I see.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, no, I got an angle. It's a little sensational, but I think it kinda fits.

Just so you spell the name right. That's, uh,

F-R-E-D-D-I-E-S Disco.

Right. Now, you see, what I'd like to do is,

I would like to tie it in with the three old

men who were killed by the Bus Strangler.

- What? - Well, you see, they were all at the club or in the area.

Now, I got some pictures here. I wonder if you,

uh... you happen to have seen any of these men.

I don't know anything about 'em. I don't wanna know anything about 'em.

Perfectly understandable, and I'm sorry.

Forget it. The angle that you want is up there... Harry Owens.

That is an art... Building the music,

creating a mood, orchestrating the effects.

Look at this. He's got this crowd in the palm of his hand.

I've been after the boss for weeks to use him in our ads... feature him out front...

But no, not when I suggested it.

And then from nowhere, he gives me the green light, just like it was his idea.

Huh. When'd he do that?

Today, just before you came in.

Big turnaround. Doesn't make sense.

♪♪ Marian, will you please keep your voice down?

I mean, I do have a business to run. "A business to run"!

Is that what you were doing at 2:00 yesterday morning? ♪♪

Running a business?

Come on, Fred. I'm not that stupid!

What do you think you're doing out here?

I'm waiting to talk to Mr. Heston. Through the door?

What's the trouble here? Twinkle toes was just standing out here out here listening.

I wasn't listening. I just didn't want to interrupt you.

- I need to talk to you about something. - What do you want to talk about?

If I could come in for a minute and explain. I want to do you a favor.

You want to do me a favor. Right.

See, I'm really terrific at what I do, which is disco dancing...

As a matter of fact, I used to teach it...

And I noticed you noticing me out there with Mario.

Yes. Well?

Don't get me wrong. Mario is a terrific dancer.

But be needs a terrific partner to make it really work.

So I figured that I could work here for four hours a day...

- I don't think we need a partner. - But I think you do.

Listen, I belong to this international singles club.

And right here in our local we have a thousand members.

So if just my friends came, your business would really pick up.

Oh, okay. Okay. We can give it a try. One week.

- I don't think it'll do any harm. - Great.

Don't count on it.

Oh, gosh, I'm really sorry.

I hope I didn't say anything wrong.

Listen, uh, you won't regret this.

It's gonna be terrific. I really appreciate it. Thank you.

♪♪

Yeah. It's nice.

I dig it. Then that means you'll give it some play?

- Means I'm thinkin' about it. - But you just said...

I know, but, uh, see,

there's one thing that my father taught me that I believe in:

Nobody gives or gets nothin' for nothin'.

I'm talkin' about fringe benefits.

Well, I'll have to give that some thought.

That's all right. Take your time. No pressure.

I'll tell you what.

Meantime, I'll put this in cold storage until you thaw out.

Hmm.

See you around, Harry. Look, um, let me give you my address...

just in case you want to contact me at my place.

All right.

♪♪

You think I don't know what's goin' on around here?

You bet I do.

Hey, you. Listen to me.

Pay attention.

You don't have the right to ignore me.

She's getting there. I think she's arrived.

♪♪ Well, Lanny tells me you're gonna do a story on Harry.

Well, I'm foolin' around with the idea.

He's good copy. Yep, so are you, to some people.

Well, now, I'm not exactly unknown in this business.

No? ♪♪

Word has it that you had a run-in with James

Hannah last night just before he was killed.

- Now, what are you driving at? - Oh, nothing. But you know how the newspapers are.

They get a thing like that, the next thing you know, you're on the front page.

- Is that why you're here? - Oh, no. Not me.

But since I am here, I did have a good idea. Why don't you tell me your story?

I'll kill the bad press before it gets a chance to hit the stands.

Listen, James Hannah was nothin' but a beach bum.

He was hangin' around this club bothering the customers.

You know how the papers are. They take a thing like that and twist it around.

Oh, it was nothing.

Anyway, I was drivin' Harry Owens home when Hannah was killed.

♪♪ And I'll sue anyone who prints otherwise.

Well, you don't have a thing to worry about then, do you?

♪♪

Hey. Let me tell you somethin', honey.

It wasn't your talent that got you that job.

I know my husband.

It's the way you wiggled that cute...

♪♪

♪♪

How about this? We have-a liftoff.

We are going! We are going!

We... are... gone!

Good evening. ♪♪

I think you'd better get rid of the new girl.

Any reason in particular? Mm-hmm. She's dangerous.

And I have a feeling that she and the one with Disco magazine...

and the girl who's been in the booth all day...

They're all together, and not because they belong to some international singles club.

Yeah, well, I have the same feeling,

but I want 'em here where I can keep my eye

on 'em, till I am sure what they're up to.

♪♪ Till you're sure? You mean you have an idea?

Look, I have a hysterical wife who's getting suspicious.

And sometimes suspicious wives hire outside help.

"Outside help"?

You mean detectives? Yeah. Somethin' to think about, isn't it?

♪♪

Just to get you in the mood, Angels.

Incidentally, that's the next record you'll pitch to Harry Owens, Kelly.

Hmm. They like it, Charlie.

More important, I've got a rundown on Mr. Fred Heston.

Arrested twice for assault and battery, no convictions.

I wonder if his alibi about being with Harry

Owens the night of the killing is a lie.

If it is, it would make Owens a coconspirator.

Which reminds me. He doesn't have a police record, and he does own a car.

No sign of ever using a bus.

He's beginning to sound like Snow White,

except for his weakness for fringe benefits.

Mm-hmm. That's what this second record is for. Oh, we've got company.

Hello. Hi, Mario.

Oh, these are my friends, Kelly Garrett, John Bosley.

- Yeah. I've seen you around. - Hi.

Well, I hear you're working for Fred too.

We're gonna be partners. I hope you don't mind.

Mind? Of course not. But I didn't know you taught disco.

Uh, yeah. Is that what he told you? Mm-hmm.

He's sold on you. How about a walk?

Okay. Sure.

- How's your gout, sir? - Gout?

Oh! Oh, well, he's feeling much better. Come on.

Drinking is very bad for gout, Bosley.

Yeah, but it hurts less.

I'm gonna go set the record straight with Harry.

Gout? Charlie...

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Well, hello. Hi.

I just wanted to drop this new recording by to you.

It'll give you a chance to hear it before you get to the club.

Sure. Come on in. Relax, have a drink. We have plenty of time.

Oh, I don't think you understand.

I still haven't made up my mind about those... fringe benefits.

No problem. Certain things are worth waitin' for.

- Then I'll just be running along. - No. No, wait.

Look, you don't have anything to be frightened of.

Besides that, you could do me a favor... if you didn't mind.

- What's that? - My car is broken.

- I wonder if you could drop me off at the club. - All right.

Well, then come on in. Sit down, relax. I'll get you that drink.

No, thank you.

How long has your car been laid up?

Couple days, but it seems a whole lot longer.

Just a second. Harry here.

Harry. Hello, Mr. Heston.

Harry? Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

I thought you should know there's a chance my wife...

has hired some detectives to check up on me.

That girl that's been hanging around your booth could be one of them.

Harry, do you read me?

- Yeah, sure. I read you loud and clear. - Well, you better.

If Marian finds out, it'll blow the cover of who was where and when for both of us...

Which means you lose your future, and I lose everything.

Well, you have nothin' to worry about. Everything is gonna be okay.

Is something wrong?

You know somethin'? I think I've been all wrong about you.

- What do you mean? - You know...

All that stuff about fragile, handle with care,

mustn't touch, hands off.

I think you'd respond a lot better to firm hands.

A lot better to tougher... Hey, hey, hey!

We'll do just fine.

If you don't open it up, I'll yell my head off.

Pop?

- Harry, you're not expecting me? - Why would I be expecting you?

Today, on this day?

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I-I forgot.

- Why didn't you remind me? - I didn't think I had to remind you.

We see your mother and bring flowers... every year on this day.

Look, come in, please. And then we'll go to the cemetery together.

Never mind. I'll go alone. Probably better that way.

Look, this is private. I was just leaving.

Look at yourself... laying around all day, drinking, wasting your life,

playing records at that club for fools who never work.

Papa, please. Stop.

You want the truth, Harry? You make me sick!

I'll take a rain check, Harry. Wait!

Now look what you made me do!

Good-bye, Harry.

No, look. Please... Please, stay. Someday, when I'm not ashamed.

I'm gonna kill you again, Pop.

I said, I'm gonna k-kill you... again.

I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you.

Hey! Hey!

Very good. Very good!

You know, I think he'd rather I become a dancer instead of a lawyer.

Listen, if your courtroom manner is anything

like your dancing, you can take your choice.

Miss Munroe, could I speak to you for a minute please?

Sure. Excuse me.

I've been watching you, Miss Munroe. Oh, well, that's nice.

I'm flattered that you're taking such an interest.

Well, don't be. Whatever you say.

The bits and pieces don't quite fit together with the little girl...

who wants to get in here and hustle all day.

- Oh, well, what can I say? I just... - love to dance.

- You are a phony, and I know who sent you. - I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on. Wipe that silly look off your face.

Start talking about why you're really here.

You know, my mama used to say,

when people start throwing around wild

accusations, they usually have somethin' to hide.

You are accusing me after what you did? You two-faced little fink!

Oh!

Oh!

Stop it. Stop it! Leave me alone!

My, she certainly has a temper, doesn't she? Now, what's this all about?

She's fired, her and her friends! Now wait a minute.

- I don't care. I don't want her snooping around here anymore. - I was just dancing with Mario.

We know what you're up to... you and all your friends... detectives.

So that's what you phoned Harry about.

That's why he started chasing me all around his apartment.

Yeah. Yeah, I felt that Harry should be warned...

that you and your friends are working for my wife.

Look, you can tell Marian she can have the divorce, everything.

W-Wait. You think we're working for your wife?

What's the difference? I've had it. I'm fed up with her boozing.

She's finally driven me to what she's always been accusing me of.

She can have it... club, everything. Wait a minute!

You're gonna give her the club? Now, look. We'll work everything out.

Excuse me. Can you work out the settlement later?

How did you get Harry involved in all this?

I had to. I needed an alibi. I...

I was with Connie the night that beach bum, James Hannah, was killed.

After my argument with him, I was a suspect.

I couldn't tell the truth to anyone.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we're not working for your wife.

- You're not? - No. We are detectives, but your wife is not our client.

- She's not? - No.

Oh. Well, now, that...

- I mean, that puts a different light on things, doesn't it? - Does it?

Look, there's no need to be rash about these things. Like not getting a divorce?

No need to run into things and give up the

club and everything. Didn't I just say that?

Look, I hate to interrupt at this delicate point,

but what we're doing here is very important.

If you don't mind, we need your cooperation. In fact, we insist on it.

Hey, I don't want to see you hangin' around here anymore.

Well, that's too bad, because she works here, and I'm her guest.

We'll see what Mr. Heston has to say about that.

Why don't you just stick to your background music? Why don't you stay out of this?

As far as I'm concerned, you're expendable

around here too. Get out of my way, old man.

- Go ahead. Get him fired! - Mario.

It's all right. Let him go.

He's a fella with a bad temper. Best he cool off first.

His job means nothing. He is not like you.

He doesn't belong here. He's going to be something important... a lawyer!

Hello.

Hey, uh, M-Mr. Heston, about that girl who pitches records and her friend...

Oh, there's nothing to worry about, Harry. I was mistaken.

They are not working for Marian. In fact, they're after the Bus Strangler.

The Bus Strangler.

Yeah. I, uh... So you don't have to lie for me.

I told them they could hang around, but they'd probably be wasting their time.

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

Stay in today, troops. Bad vibrations out there.

Keep it goin'. Think young. Stay young.

A-A-Age abuses God's patience. We know! Don't we know...

that the wind out there is sighing.

The old... man... is dy-ing, ah!

Yeah!

Hello. Hi. Hi.

Did Charlie check on Harry's car? Yep.

And you were right. It didn't get laid up.

He lost his license for drunk driving.

- When was this? - About, uh, four months ago...

Just before the Bus Strangler killed his first victim.

- I'm gonna go talk to him. - You better go with her.

Uncle Harry loves you.

Yes, but keep it movin'.

Dig the beat. Let it in, and rock and roll!

I'm-a with ya every minute.

Keep it smooth, because nothin' a-makes it...

like a-rock and roll!

Fill Bosley in on what's happening. I'm gonna go see Mario.

Mario. Yeah?

Do you know where your father is? Takin' a walk on the beach.

He's teaching his senior citizens' dance class in half an hour. Anything wrong?

Uh, nothing. Nothing.

- Did you find Harry? - No, and Mario's father isn't here either.

Are you worried about the fight that Hector had with Harry?

Yes, I am. If you could have seen Harry with

his father... He was like an angry child.

Well, are you suggesting that Harry has transferred that anger...

to, uh, other men... older men?

Men that remind him of his father?

There are three victims who fit the pattern.

- Maybe four. - Hector.

Let's go. All right. Why don't you cover the outside?

The two of us will stay and look around here just in case.

Okay. Right. Right.

Thank you.

Which way's the senior citizen's center?

He said across the park. Let's go.

Do you see anything?

No. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, Mr. Montero. You should be on your way to dance class.

If I take the time to go there, the least you could do is to show up!

It's too nice out here. Maybe Friday.

Did I say something wrong? With him you never know.

Maybe Mr. Montero took the bus.

He had to come this way. The parking attendant saw him.

Well, that doesn't mean that Harry did.

That doesn't mean he didn't. Come on. Let's go.

Excuse us. Hi.

Listen did, uh... did a gentlemen go by here, about your age, nice looking?

- He'd be walking that way. - No. Only the Latin Fox.

The Latin Fox? Mr. Montero.

He teaches dancing at the center.

Was there another man... a younger man... following?

That's what it looked like, yes.

Thanks. Thank you very much.

Look. Mr. Montero!

All right. Hold it, hold it!

Did I say it? A bum, I said he was. A nothing.

Did I say it?

Yes, you did, Mr. Montero.

I'm gonna kill you again. I'm gonna kill you again. I'm gonna kill you again.

You don't understand. My troops back there... They need me!

Without me they're nothin'... nothin' but puppets. Without me they are... nothin'!

They are nothin'!

Without me they are nothin'!

Without me they aren't a thing!

They are nothing! Without me they are nothing!

♪♪

That's... it, troops.

I'm-a down there with ya.

Dig that beat. Don't be shy.

I see ya. I hear ya.

And I'll never let ya down.

That's-a right!

Your Uncle Harry...

i-is a-watchin'... a-you!