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(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
Country fans, it's my pleasure to introduce at this time
a man who's made an unbelievable comeback
in the last couple of years.
Here he is, your dean of country music
the one and only Big Buck Buckley.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SINGING UPBEAT SONG)
(SONG CONTINUES ON RADIO)
Switchboard, this is a code seven scramble call to Oscar Goldman.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello. Put him on.
Hello, Bill.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
Bill? Bill, are you there?
(GROUP SINGING)
Okay. Hold on. Hold on. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Someone is not singing and if we don't all sing,
we're not gonna win the school talent contest.
Right, Pam?
Well, we're not gonna win with her help.
Patty. PAM: She's right, Miss SOMMERS.
I can't sing.
Well, honey, how do you know if you don't try?
I'm tone deaf.
Oh.
Well, that really isn't what's the most important thing though.
You know, I mean, if you sing, so you're contribute your energy,
and then we all have fun and then it sounds great. Right?
Okay?
ALL: Yeah.
(EXCLAIMS IN DESPAIR)
Uh, come on now. This is everybody's song. Okay?
I want everybody to sing. And I want you to lighten up and let's have some fun.
Okay? From the top of the chorus again. One, two.
(CONTINUE SINGING)
(SINGING OFF-KEY)
Okay.
Pretty bad, huh?
(STAMMERING) No, I mean it wasn't...
Maybe I could play the tambourine?
That's a great idea. You should play the tambourine.
Okay.
(ALL LAUGHING)
All right, I'm gonna be right back, okay?
On second thought,
if I am not back in 10 minutes,
go ahead and finish your... What?
Your algebra homework, okay?
And, uh, just wait for the bell.
And, Patty, you're in charge.
Oscar. Hello, Jaime.
Hi, Oscar. Listen, whatever it is, can't it wait for another week?
I mean, the kids are getting ready for their school talent contest,
and if they have to go in there with a substitute teacher...
Uh, excuse me, but it don't sound to me like there's much left to be done.
I mean, those kids sing pretty good.
Um, most of them, anyway.
You hear that? Now that's a man that really ought to know.
He's a top pro in country music.
Jaime SOMMERS, I want you to meet Muffin Calhoon, my old friend.
Howdy! Mighty nice to know you.
How do you do?
He's going to be your ticket to Nashville.
Nashville?
Nashville?
All right. So you and Oscar were in Intelligence together during Korea?
Yeah, that's right.
Only I had the intelligence to get out of this racket after the war.
Hey, can I help you?
No, lady, I can handle it. Oh, come on, let me help.
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
Uh, thanks a lot, lady.
Doggone it, if I'd... If I'd known you were that strong,
I'd let you carry your own bag.
I'm not in this revolution business, you know.
Okay, let me get this straight now.
Someone is passing top secret information to a contact in Nashville?
You got it.
Trouble is we don't know who the contact is,
or what he does with the information.
Once he gets it, it just disappears.
Well, so we're at a dead end, right?
Well, not quite.
You see, one of Oscar's men
did get a clue before he got lost.
He seemed to think this whole thing has something to do with Buck Buckley.
The Buck Buckley?
One and the same.
And I guess that's where I come into this whole thing
because, you know, Buck and I grew up together.
Fact, I used to play guitar in his band.
But, you know, I just can't seem to think that
Buck's got anything to do with espionage,
I mean, he's a real patriot.
And he's a good friend, too.
That's one of the reasons I'm on this
is because I want to help prove Buck's innocence,
just as much as I do to help Oscar.
Okay. So you don't think we'll have any trouble getting in to see him, right?
See him? (SCOFFS)
We're gonna be staying with him.
Ol' Buck Buckley never forgets a friend.
Are you Mr. Calhoon?
Well I was when I woke up this mornin'.
I'm Penn Mathers.
I'm supposed to take you and your guest to Mr. Buckley's spread.
All right. I'll take those bags.
The car's right out here. Thank you.
After you.
Ol' Buck never was the modest type.
He's waiting for you around back. Come on.
This way.
(MUFFIN EXCLAIMS)
MUFFIN: Man, this is some kind of spread here.
Certainly is.
Hey, isn't that the ol' recording studio down there?
Yep. His producer, Tammy Dalton, had it moved in here when they built the house.
Couldn't get the same acoustics in a new studio.
Yeah, Tammy always was one for details.
She never did sing too good.
But it looks like she's doing all right
in the producer end of this thing.
Well, she and Mr. Buckley make a good team.
Six gold albums in two years.
Muffin! Muffin Calhoon, you ol' hound dog.
Buck, you old son of a gun, how are you doin', man?
It's good to see you. You looking good.
It's good to see you!
Nashville ain't been the same without you.
Well, Buck, I'm gonna tell you, I missed it,
and I missed you, too.
Putting on a little weight there, kid.
Yeah, I'm carrying a little.
Hey, I want to introduce you to Miss Jody-Lee SOMMERS.
She's a good friend of mine.
And a mighty pretty one, too. How you doing, darling?
I'm just fine, Mr. Buckley. Thank you.
Your house is fantastic!
Well, call me Buck. And you're welcome here any time.
Thank you. Hey, Buck,
I see you even got the old studio down there. That's it.
Man, we used to have a ball in that place, didn't we?
Yep. Listen, is it okay if we look inside?
Why sure! Come on. Tammy and the boys are down there
cutting a track for my new album. Mr. Buckley.
What's up, Penn?
The studio may not be a good idea.
Oh, that's right. I forgot about that. Daggum it.
Rules are rules, you know.
Why, what's the matter, Buck? Something wrong here?
Well, no, nothing's wrong, man. We just got a new policy.
We don't allow people in the studio unless they're on company business.
It'll probably be okay for you to come in, Muffin, but...
Well, I'm sorry, Jody-Lee.
Well, wait, wait, wait just a minute here, Buck. Hold on.
Doggone it now.
I mean, that's what I brought Jody-Lee out here for,
so you can get her in the studio and listen to her sing.
I mean, she's really something else.
Pacific Records wanted to sign her up but I said,
"No way, man. I'm gonna take her on out to Nashville,
"let my old buddy's company have first shot at her."
Is that right, Jody-Lee? Can you sing?
That's what some people say.
Well, I think it'll be all right this time, Penn.
All right.
Come on.
Is the drawbridge down?
Yes, sir.
Drawbridge?
Yeah, Tammy had a security system designed for the place
so that no more music thieves get in here and steal my songs.
Yeah, you mean like the Country Opera?
Yeah, we don't want it to happen again.
What kind of a security system is this?
Well, we just walked through an electric eye beam fence there, 10 feet high.
Triggers alarms all over the estate.
And, if anybody gets through that,
the door here is equipped with knockout gas.
MUFFIN: Good timing. - They'll be listening to a playback now.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
I'm gonna need some more top on Slim's mandolin.
Hi, honey. Just give me a minute to re-record this track, okay?
In here, I let her be boss.
(LAUGHS)
Okay, fellas, let's take it from the top of the break.
MAN: Tape's rolling, speed.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
Okay. Bring it up. Bring it up two.
(RAPID BEEPING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
Okay, fellas, you can take five. We'll do the trio next.
This is the lady who made it all happen.
Hi, Muffin.
Hi, there, Tammy. Say, you're lookin' good.
Even better than I remembered you. And that was real good.
Uh, Tammy, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Jody-Lee SOMMERS.
Hi, there.
How do you do?
Mr. Calhoon says she's a singer.
Jody-Lee's gonna audition for us.
Muffin tells me Pacific Records wants her real bad.
Oh, well, in that case, since we've got the boys here,
why don't we let her have a go at it right now?
Listen, don't you know anything else?
Hey, man, you're the one that got me into this in the first place.
We'll get by. Now just relax and have a ball.
Muffin, Jody-Lee, ready when you are.
All right, now, let's get up there and sing.
Put it on 'em.
Boys, you ready?
MAN 1: Oh, yeah. - Let's do it!
MAN 2: Let's get it on. - MAN 3: All right.
Okay, here we go. And one, two, three, four, one.
(PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC)
(SINGING SOOTHING SONG)
(INAUDIBLE)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
TAMMY: I never agreed to murder.
We can let him go just as soon as this is all over.
He knows too much.
Besides, the O.S.I. is going to wonder what happened to him.
Well, do something.
Sell him for interrogation.
Maybe.
(CONTINUES SINGING)
(WHOOPING)
All right!
So good.
She's not bad for a greenhorn, huh?
Really good singing. What label was that wanted you?
That was Pacific, Buck. Pacific Records.
Well, we'll have to see about that.
Jody-Lee, I think there's a real future for you in this business.
JAIME: Well, I'm... I'm confused, you know.
Oh, I mean, I've got all the contract offers coming in
and I've got all the attention.
I just need some down-home advice
as to how to get it going.
I mean, how did you do it?
It was Tammy.
Tammy? She's only been with you for two years.
Yeah, I guess I did okay on my own.
But after a while there was nobody to write songs for.
My music got old, stale.
I was on my way down and I didn't really care.
Hey, what was that about a Country Opera or something?
(SIGHS)
Listen, that was the one thing that could've pulled me out of my slump.
I put two years of my life into it,
then I lost it all overnight.
How?
The night before we were supposed to go into the studio and record it,
somebody broke in and stole everything.
Two months later it came out as a Rock Opera.
Well you could sue for that, couldn't you?
No, we checked it out.
They changed just enough of it so that our hands were tied.
But it was mine.
And that's when I started drinking.
Tammy found me in a flophouse guzzlin' hair tonic.
Rock bottom.
I'm sorry, Buck. You know, I didn't mean to pry.
I'm always sticking my foot in my mouth.
Hey, nothing to be sorry about.
As a matter of fact, that's when things started getting better.
She gave me someone to write songs for.
Somehow she got the money, produced an album,
and six months later we were number one on the charts.
That is what I call a very romantic American success story.
(LAUGHS)
Well, I guess it is. But it's the truth, and I owe it all to Tammy.
I guess that's my down-home advice, Jody-Lee.
Find somebody to help you over the rough spots.
Somebody to care for. And...
Yes?
You forget about Pacific Records. Buckley's a better label.
(LAUGHS)
JAIME: I don't know what to think, Oscar.
My instincts tell me that Buck isn't involved.
All I know is that I heard Penn and Tammy talking about the O.S.I.
And it sounded to me like they're holding your agent.
Bill Womullun. Where?
I don't know. But if it's anywhere, they've got to be holding him
in that recording studio because the security's incredible!
Have you got his picture, Jaime?
Yeah, I've got it here.
Oscar, I've got to tell you,
this poor guy, if you sent him in here looking like this,
it's no wonder he got caught. He looks just like you.
But that's an OS! Requirement, Jaime.
We all look alike.
No, don't worry. It was an old picture.
He was as country as an ear of corn when we sent him out.
Oh, oh, oh, okay, there's one more thing.
Now, I heard a beeping sound while they were recording.
Now, it was very high pitched, even for me.
Well, maybe it was your bionic ear reacting to the studio electronics.
Oh, no. It had a definite pattern to it. It was like a code.
Hmm.
Maybe that's what Bill found out before he disappeared.
Well, we'll see. I'm gonna go back in there tonight and find out.
All right, Jaime,
but be careful.
I don't want to lose a rising star.
Goodbye, Oscar.
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
JAIME: Womullun? Bill?
Bill?
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
Here's the one they did today.
This looked so easy this afternoon.
Okay. Now what?
Power.
Earphones. Okay.
(COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
It is a code. It's a high frequency code.
What're you doin' in here?
Well, I guess you already know the answer to that, don't you?
I ought to tear you limb from limb.
Coming in here with my old friend and using us.
Trying to get your grubby hands on my music.
Who do you work for? Same people who stole my music the last time, don't you?
Punk kids in leather pants, trying to turn it into rock 'n' roll.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
You think I came here to steal your music?
Don't play dumb with me. Why else would you be here?
(SiGHS)
I'm here because the 08! sent me here.
The 08!? "Jaime SOMMERS."
What do you want with me? I haven't done anything.
Well, maybe not. But somebody who works with you has.
And I think you'd better listen to something.
(RAPID BEEPING)
The codes have been transferred onto every one of your records.
They're too high to hear
unless you slow the tape or the record down to this speed.
And these codes are stolen information?
Top secret.
All an enemy agent has to do is to walk into any record store,
buy one of your records, and there's nothing our guys can do about it.
Who did this?
Penn and... I knew it!
I knew it! There's always been something wrong with that man.
Like he's been hiding things from us.
Tammy never caught it but I did.
Something wrong.
Anybody else?
Uh, yes.
Well, come on. Who is it?
Tammy.
Uh-uh. Uh-uh. No, I don't believe it.
Sorry, Buck, it's true.
I don't believe it. She wouldn't do that.
Tammy?
No, I don't believe it.
Look, do you see this?
Tammy game me this the week after she got me out of that hotel
and sobered me up.
It's a little tin star, a little sheriff's badge, like kids wear.
She said, "That's what you are, Buck. A star."
And she was right.
And I love her for that.
I love her.
Oh, Buck, I'm sorry.
No!
I'm gonna have to call Washington now, Buck.
Put it down, Jaime.
No, wait.
Call Tammy up at the house and ask her to come down here.
No matter what her reasons were for doing this,
I'm gonna stand by her like she stood by me.
(MUFFIN SIGHS)
I don't know.
One minute I'm upstairs, snoozing away,
and the next minute, I'm being hauled down here
by a couple of my ol' buddy's guards.
I'm gonna tell you, sweetheart,
you sure know how to make enemies out of friends.
Don't rub it in, all right?
I don't know. I just can't understand how ol' Buck could be
behind something like this.
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
Tammy, don't you see how dangerous this is?
Why did you do it?
TAMMY: I did it for you!
For me? How can you say that?
No one would take you, Buck.
When I found you and got you started again, no one would take you.
They all said you were a drunk.
Said you couldn't write music anymore.
Well, they were wrong.
I knew it but they wouldn't give me the cash to prove it.
I couldn't get the money!
Where did you get the $100,000 to do the first album, then?
PENN: I gave it to her, Buck.
I believed in you, too.
You?
PENN: In exchange for a few favors.
BUCK: Yeah, treason.
Oh, come on, Buck. The United States hasn't crumbled.
PENN: The flag's colors are still the same.
These kind of things go on all the time.
Yeah, well, not where I come from, buddy.
Buck, I'm sorry.
I did it for us, honey.
I didn't think it'd come to this.
TAMMY: Look, this is the last record we have to do for him.
Penn promised me.
PENN: Only it won't be a record.
How can you be listening to something that you can't even hear?
(STAMMERING) I read lips.
PENN: The OS! Is getting too close.
We've got to get the code out tonight.
All of the information we've sent out in the last two years
won't make any sense without the final data.
It's the key to the entire operation.
We can't wait any longer.
Why don't you use the telephone and leave us out of it?
PENN: It's too high pitched.
A telephone doesn't have the fidelity. And it's traceable.
The radio's a better way.
The radio?
BUCK: You mean the music-house broadcast?
I'm installing an ultrasonic playback unit in your guitar.
Oh, I don't like it.
Look, let's hear him out, honey, okay?
When you play it on the radio tonight,
the code will come through the music.
It won't have the same fidelity as a record,
but I figure 80% should come through.
What about them? What are you gonna do? Kill 'em?
Of course not.
The people I work for have drugs
that can make them forget everything about this place.
They'll show up in a month or two without their memory.
That's all.
I promise.
Look, Buck, it's the last thing we got to do for him.
Then we're free.
Please, Buck. Do it.
Trust me, honey.
You know I will, baby.
Good, Buck.
Why don't you get down to the music-house and get ready for the show?
We'll come along later,
after I cable my contacts.
Yeah, you go on.
Muffin, we've got to get out of here.
Well, you tell me how and I'll be right behind you.
Tell you, I'm as squirmy as a snake in a frying pan.
How fast can you make it to that door?
The door?
Hey, those boys over there got real guns.
Count me out of this one.
Come on. It's better than sitting around here waiting for them to get rid of us.
Listen, they're just as tired as we are. We could surprise 'em.
Yeah, well, how about those gas jets on that door over there. You know, Buck...
Buck just walked out the door,
which means the security system is off.
Now are you gonna do it?
Okay.
Okay. You ready?
Am I what?
Go!
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
Muffin, come on!
Penn!
Take 'em to the control room. And get the other agent, Womullun.
Might as well take care of all of 'em at once.
That's good. Now put her arms up on that console control.
That way it looks like they were fiddlin' with the equipment.
It's all set. They announced Buck's special performance on the radio about an hour ago.
Did you give 'em the drug?
What drug?
The one to make them forget.
You didn't think I was serious about that now, did you?
Penn, that's murder.
Now you promised me...
Sometimes I make promises I can't keep.
All right, boys, you know what to do.
Overload the console and get out fast.
The fire's gonna destroy more than the tapes and them.
I won't do it. And Buck won't do it. When he finds out that...
He doesn't have to know.
Look, Tammy, these people can send Buck to prison.
(SiGHS)
He's up to his neck.
Do you want to ruin his career? Ruin his life?
Ruin everything you ever built for him?
No!
It's the only way.
(SiGHS)
Make sure they can't get out.
I'll meet you at the music-house.
Get yourself dressed for the show.
Go on.
Move!
Get out of here. I'm right behind you.
Something wrong, honey?
Well, look, I understand why you did it, and I still love you.
Oh, I know, Buck.
Okay, Buck, it's all set.
The tape's inside.
All you have to do is turn on the guitar and strum.
And this is the last time?
I haven't lied to you yet, Buck.
(MUFFIN COUGHING)
Muffin? Muffin?
Yeah.
Are you all right? I'm okay.
Jaime, my God, it's Womullun.
He's alive. Get him out of here! Come on!
Let me take him! Come on! Open the door!
Open the door!
(COUGHING) Come on.
I can't! It's locked!
JAIME: Come hold him for a second! Come on!
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
The heat must be getting to me.
Come on!
(COUGHING)
Wait a minute. Hold on. Hold it. Hold it.
Can you hold him for a second?
I got him. I got him.
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(ELECTRIC BUZZING)
Please work.
Come on, Muffin, the gas is off.
(ALL COUGHING)
Womullun?
Are you all right? Yeah. Where... Where?
WOMULLUN: Who are you?
I'm Jaime SOMMERS, and the guy in the pajamas here is Muffin Calhoon.
We're from the O.S.I.
I thought Oscar had given up on me.
(c0UGHS) The code.
Oh, they're sending it out over the radio tonight.
Muffin, we've got to get to the music-house.
Right. (c0UGHS)
Well, Buck's got to have a spare car I can hotwire.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
country music lovers all over the world,
it's broadcast time in Nashville!
Welcome to the world famous Country Land Music-House.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Oh, the show's started already!
MUFFIN: Don't worry, honey. - This ol' country boy knows all the shortcuts.
Hold on! Here we go!
The Red Mountain Boys! Aren't they wonderful?
And now we have a very special treat for you.
The moment we've all been waiting for.
Here to sing all the hits from his new, unreleased album.
Oh, we're not gonna make it!
All of you listeners know and love.
The original, the one and only dean of country music,
Big Buck Buckley!
No, Buck! Don't do it!
He left Muffin and Jaime in the studio. He's burning it down.
Oh, Penn murdered them, honey, and he lied to me.
Muffin and Jody-Lee?
It was for your own good.
I'm calling the police.
Buck!
Get back out there.
No, Buck. Don't.
We just can't let him run our lives like this.
I'll kill her.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Buck! (AUDIENCE CHEERING)
Shut up!
(SINGING UPBEAT SONG)
(SONG CONTINUES ON RADIO)
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
Dang! They started the code already.
How in the devil can you tell?
Oh, forget I asked.
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
Hold it!
Now raise your hands over your heads.
Back up nice and easy.
That's far enough.
(BIONIC POWERS ACTIVATING)
Stop right there.
Keep playin', Buck.
(CONTINUES SINGING)
Put the gun down, Penn.
I'll shoot her, SOMMERS.
Boy, you're full of surprises.
Yeah, just chalk one up for the ol' Muffin.
All right, Penn, let's get out of here. Come on.
(CRYING) Oh, Buck.
It's okay, honey. It's okay.
Oh, Buck, I'm sorry.
It's all over.
Thanks, Jody-Lee.
Jaime.
ALL: (CHANTING) - We want Buck. We want Buck.
We want Buck. We want Buck.
I guess you'd better get out there and sing something.
Oh, no, I'm not leaving you.
Oh, you're gonna have to, honey.
Why?
Prison, Buck.
It's all right though, honey.
You know, for the first time in almost two whole years, I feel really free.
ALL: (CHANTING) - We want Buck.
ANNOUNCER: Big Buck will be back in just a second, folks.
Just a small technical problem.
We'll have it straightened out right away.
Sing it for them.
Please.
Sing it for me.
Well, I'm gonna need some help.
(SOBBING) Oh, Buck.
Come on.
Well, Buck, just so long as you don't ask me to sing
'cause you know I ain't no singer.
Come on.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
This is Tammy Dalton.
I think you all know that I love her.
(SINGING UPBEAT SONG)
(SINGING TOGETHER)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
Will you be at Tammy and Buck's hearing?
You'll get a full report but it won't be good.
The charges are serious, Jaime.
I know that. I think they’ll just be so glad to get it over with.
You know, they'll be relieved. Going to prison?
Well, Tammy said to me that
this is the first time she's felt really free in the last two years.
They're strong people.
I think they'll make it.
You got that, Patty? Uh-huh.
Okay, grab hold now and don't lose it.
Oh, hi, there.
Come on in.
All right, kids, now this next number we're gonna do here
It's mighty important to a good friend of mine about now.
As a matter of fact, he wrote it.
Now if you all know the words, just sing along.
MUFFIN: Even you, Pam.
(ALL LAUGHING)
A one, two, three.
(SINGING UPBEAT SONG)
That's Buck Buckley's song.
(SINGING OFF-KEY)
(ALL SINGING TOGETHER)
All right!
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