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The dark side's callin' now, nothin' is real

She'll never know just how I feel

From out of the shadows she walks like a dream

Makes me feel crazy, makes me feel so mean

Ain't nothin' gonna save you from a love that's blind

You slip to the dark side across that line

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

- Hi, guys. - Hi.

The dark side's callin' now, nothin' is real

She'll never know just how I feel

Hey, Joe, come on, drink up.

We only got half an hour for lunch.

She walks like a dream

Hey, what's the matter with you?

That was Eddie and the Cruisers doing "On the Dark Side."

It was a long time ago, right, kids?

But take it from me, Eddie Wilson was it.

Rock 'n' roll's fastest rising star.

Then on a cold March morning, Eddie Wilson died.

Tonight at 10 p.m.

for the first time anywhere in the world,

an Eddie Wilson look-a-like contest

sponsored by Satin Records.

It'll be broadcast live right here on ROCK TV News.

You believe this?

Just like Elvis. Now it's this clown.

Hey, Joe.

Joe?

Where's Joe?

I said, hey, little girl, take me by the hand

Walk me down this boardwalk

Once last time again

Come and see those pretty pier lights

Hear those carnival sounds

Stop right at the top tonight

As the Ferris wheel goes round

Well, you say that I've been restless

You don't understand

Tomorrow I'll be leavin' on that mornin' train

I gotta leave this candy apple town behind

I gotta get out while I still can

I'm going to New York City

With this guitar in my hand

I've been wishin' on these stars too long

I've been playin' in these bars too long

I've been holed up in your arms too long

I've been a prisoner of my heart too long

I'm goin' to New York City

Gonna find out

Where I stand

And I'll be

Walkin' down Broadway

With this guitar in my hand

The reissue of Eddie and the Cruisers album

has gone platinum in only four weeks.

A major phenomenon.

And with me here tonight is one of the original Cruisers,

Sal Amato. Welcome to the show, Sal.

Thanks. Nice to be here.

Now tell me something. In a few minutes,

you're gonna receive the platinum album award

for selling over a million albums.

How does that feel?

Well, it's hard.

I feel good and bad, you know.

I mean, for our album to become this popular

after all these years of being out of release,

never being heard on the radio...

You gotta understand, with Eddie, music was everything.

I mean, it wasn't just songs or records.

With Eddie, music was your whole life.

Now tell me something, Sal.

What's this whispering we hear around

about some surprise announcement?

Does it have something to do with the old band?

I'm sorry. I can't talk about it.

All right, Sal.

Well, the tension is building up right here at Club Metropolis.

She'll never know just how I feel

From out of the shadows she walks like a dream

Makes me feel crazy, makes me feel so mean

Ain't nothin' gonna save you from a love that's blind

You slip through the dark side across that line

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

Ain't nothin' gonna save you from a love that's blind

You slip to the dark side across that line

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

On the dark side

Oh, yeah

All right, everybody!

You have now heard... whoa, whoa, whoa, for a second!

You've now heard the last of the finalists

in the Eddie Wilson lookalike contest!

We've given Sal Amato his platinum award.

Come on, Sal.

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

All right, all right. Hold on here!

At this time, I'd like to introduce

somebody from Satin Records.

These are the people who reissued

Eddie and the Cruisers.

I'd like to introduce a man by the name of Dave Pagent

who has something you all want to hear.

Before Eddie Wilson died, he was working on a new album.

An album called "Season in Hell."

Now you all know that Eddie Wilson

is the greatest, right?

Satin Records has just reacquired the lost tapes

of Eddie Wilson's never-released album, "Season in Hell"!

And we at Satin Records are now gonna release it

just for you!

Now, here it is in its world premiere!

Yeah!

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

What I want is songs that echo.

The stuff we're doing now is like somebody's bed sheets.

You spread 'em out, soil 'em,

ship 'em out to laundry, you know?

But our songs, I wanna be able to

fold ourselves up in 'em forever.

You understand?

Bad moon on the horizon

Somethin' in the air today

Hear the sound of thunder

It's a pretty good imitation of Eddie.

Who is it?

When we reacquired the "Season in Hell" album,

we found another totally unrelated tape in the box,

a mystery tape, this tape.

- And you think this is Eddie? - Don't you?

It can't be. Eddie always played with me.

I knew every song he knew.

- I knew everything that he... - No, this is Eddie.

What are you tryin' to pull here?

There aren't any tricks, Sal.

I've had the tape analyzed

and experts agree that this is Eddie Wilson.

Screw the experts.

I was his best friend.

I would know if he was doin' somethin'.

No, no. His music was his best friend, Sal.

Don't you understand?

Eddie did not think you belonged in this session.

He started playing with other musicians

'cause he was leaving you behind, pal.

That's a lie.

You're a goddamn liar! Eddie wouldn't...

Somehow it's never good enough

At times it's hard to tell the difference

Between what you know is right and wrong...

Eddie Wilson was my best friend.

That meant something back then.

Maybe you don't understand that.

When you feel a little lonely

Never asked this world for much

Hey, no, Lew! Wait a minute!

Wait, Lew. Lew!

Sal's not thinkin' it's Eddie makes this even better.

What are you talkin' about?

Let me explain it to you.

The "Season in Hell" album

- will for sure be a big hit. - So?

But now, now we raise the question of who the hell played

on the mystery tape, where was it recorded,

and, best of all, were these songs recorded

after Eddie Wilson died?

What the hell you gettin' at, Dave?

What I'm gettin' at is creating a rock 'n' roll mystery.

We don't know how old this new tape is.

It could have been recorded before or after

Eddie Wilson's car went off that bridge.

Because Eddie Wilson's body was never found.

That's right.

After "Season in Hell" goes gold,

we announce that we have discovered this mystery tape.

Release each cut of it as a single

and promote the hell out of it.

Get people to start believin' that Eddie could still be alive.

You know, "Eddie lives" kind of stuff.

We could arrange sightings of Eddie.

Newspaper articles, maybe even a TV special.

People do not want their heroes to die.

And that stuff sells records, Lew.

Lots of records.

So what do you think?

I think Eddie Wilson lives.

I got smokestack lightning

Runnin' right through my veins

Trouble hangin' round my neck

Just like a ball and chain

Gotta be more to this than bein' alive

Every day spittin' out nine to five

I been runnin' all over this town

Just feelin' no pain

I got a hunger and a cold desire

Someday it's gonna take me higher

Hey, come on! Get off of him!

Hey, he's holding him!

Come on, ref, God damn it!

What's the matter with you? He's blind!

You see that?

I don't know, man. You call this playoff hockey?

You're right. We ain't skatin'.

Come on. The second period's ready to start.

Hey, we got time, man.

- Excuse me, I'd like to... - You don't need to excuse yourself.

Hey, tell me somethin'. That's your brother over there, right?

You have an amazing face. You know that?

Yeah, so do you. But I'm here to watch a hockey game, okay?

I'd like to paint your portrait.

Seriously, this is my card.

I'm an artist.

- No, thanks. - Please?

I mean it.

Hey, lady, do you do this all the time?

When I see a face that expresses something like yours, yeah.

So what does my face express?

Distance.

Like someone looking for something they can't have.

Do you know what I mean?

Sounds like sad painting. No, thanks.

Well, I don't have to paint it sad.

When the moon hung soft and low

Catching stardust in the light

You held me closer and closer

There was magic in the night

So when is your wife gonna come and visit me again, huh?

Who taught her all those nasty little tricks, right?

That was "Tender Years" by Eddie and the Cruisers.

Hard to believe that Eddie Wilson's been dead all these years.

But Satin Records' release of "Season in Hell" eases the pain.

Now here's the lead cut from the great Eddie Wilson.

I think you need a vacation, Joe.

I need someone I can just be with

Someone just like you

I need someone that I can be with

Someone just like you

I need somebody that I can talk to

I need somebody new

Ain't it funny how I can talk to you?

I can talk to you

I need somebody that I can talk to

I need somebody

Could you take an Irish Mist to the sax player, please?

That guy over there bought you a drink.

Tell him thank you.

Thanks.

How'd you know I liked Irish Mist?

I was in this club in Jersey a few years ago

to see Ike and Tina Turner play.

Man, that was a while ago.

This young horn player comes in late,

trips on a mic cord, falls into the first row

and plays the whole first set sittin' on his ass.

Man, you got a good memory.

You got a good sound, man.

Sounds like a bell skippin' across a clear lake.

Reminds me of Wendell Newton.

Wendell Newton?

I knew Wendell.

Long before he joined Eddie and the Cruisers.

Then we just lost touch.

Man, Wendell was as crazy as anybody I ever met.

But a sweeter man you'd never find.

He just couldn't shake the monkey, that's all.

Yeah.

How'd you know Wendell?

I'd hear him playin' in clubs.

Do you play?

Guitar.

Hey, I thought I heard you say you play guitar.

Yeah, I play guitar.

Oh. Well, Hilton knows that I'm looking for a new guitarist.

Why? You wanna try out?

Before you add one, you oughta learn to play it yourself.

Hey, man, excuse me. What did you say?

I said your bass player can't sing,

and you come in on a wrong beat.

I come in on the wrong beat?

Yeah, that's right.

You should kick it, not step on it.

Who are you, buddy? Segovia?

Who the hell do you think you are comin' down here

tellin' me how to play with my band?

Somebody should.

Hey, Rick. Let him play.

A man's music speaks louder than his words.

Let's see what you got.

All right. Here, man, be my guest.

Be my guest.

This should be funny.

This should be completely hilarious.

Hey, guys, let him play.

All right. I'll do 12-bar blues in C.

- All right. - Just follow me.

I'll count you in.

One, two, three, four!

F!

C!

G!

C!

It was the Garden of Eden

The beginning of time

Adam said to Eve

Little girl, I wanna make you mine

So wait a minute, big boy

Not so fast

I wanna think this over

I want a love that's gonna last

Then Eve said to Adam

Catch me if you can

It's been the same old story ever since the world began

Honey, I'll give you anything in this great big world

She said forget those rotten apples

I'll take some diamonds and some pearls

He said I don't know exactly what it is you mean

She said ever since she could remember

She had this pretty dream

Then Eve said to Adam

Catch me if you can

It's been the same old story ever since the world began

Hey, man, you were great!

Get outta the way.

Hey, look, man. I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry about what I said.

Excuse me.

Hey, wait!

Hey, what are you doin' here?

Looking for you.

I saw the name of this bar on the matches

you used at the hockey game.

Guess it was luck.

Yeah, right, luck.

You go there often?

Yeah.

Seems like once too often.

So you're a tough guy, huh?

You're right, you know. I couldn't paint you.

I couldn't capture how tough you are on canvas.

I'd probably need a hammer and chisel

just because you're so tough.

Wait a minute.

You really come looking for me to...

Yes, I want to paint you.

You need a ride somewhere?

After you see my work, maybe you'll change your mind.

Maybe I won't.

And maybe you will.

If that's not your band, then where do you play?

I don't.

Why not? You're very good.

Not good enough.

You really like green and blue, huh?

Mm-hmm, but the red is what's important.

I'm trying to exhaust myself with red.

I don't get it.

At least you're honest.

No, I didn't mean that. I like your paintings.

My first showing's next week.

I hope the critics agree with you.

Didn't I see you earlier today?

Excuse me? Excuse me, sir?

- Yeah? - Do you know where West is?

Aw, shit.

Joe West?

Think he's down there.

- Ah, there he is. Great. - Yeah, there he is.

Hey! Hey, Joe!

Joe, wait! I wanna talk to you!

This sucks!

This is for the birds, man!

Whoa!

Nice view, huh?

Especially down.

Yeah, right.

Look, I was wondering if you wanted to be in my band.

You don't need me, kid.

Man, you are really good.

The city's full of good players.

Go find one of 'em.

Look, at least come and jam with me.

I'll think about it, okay?

Thanks.

I got a question.

I'm gonna take the elevator down with you.

I don't wanna go down those stairs again.

You got a union card?

No.

Not bad.

Not bad?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Not bad means not bad.

And I suppose thanks for nothin'

means thanks for nothin', right?

Listen, if I was in a bar and I heard you playin',

it'd be nice being in there.

Then I'd go home and I'd forget all about it.

That's what not bad means.

Thanks a lot, man.

Hey, you don't want the truth, don't ask!

Make up your own, like everybody else.

Look, man, I wanna learn. Is that okay?

You ain't gonna learn nothin' by impressing yourself

with some five-minute guitar riff.

I mean, it was good. It would dazzle an audience.

But that's the easy part.

Okay, okay. Hold on a second, hotshot.

Why don't you show me something I don't know?

Music's gotta live, man. It's gotta breathe.

Just let it breathe.

Well, how the hell am I supposed to do that?

Practice.

And hard work.

Here they come!

- Mr. Eisen! - Mr. Eisen!

Who played backup on the mystery tape

- if it wasn't the Cruisers? - That we don't know.

But we are offering a $25,000 reward

for anyone who can tell us.

And we need to know when these songs were recorded.

What are you implying?

Well, Eddie Wilson's body was never found, right?

So you think Eddie Wilson's still alive?

Well, let's just say, it's still a mystery, okay?

Why do you think he hasn't turned up?

When I talk to him, I'll let you know.

So you do know where he is?

We have had reports that he's been seen

in 12 states and in Paris, France.

We're checking that out.

How long are you gonna keep up this scam?

What scam? Get out of here.

So, how long do you think we can keep up this, uh, scam?

As long as we got records to sell.

Do you paint?

Buildings.

Oh.

What kind of buildings?

Big ones.

You know, this work doesn't do a thing for me.

What do you think?

Me, I like the way she exhausts the reds.

Oh.

I told you, your work needs a warmer feel.

I paint what I see.

You've only sold two paintings.

Make that three.

Excuse me?

I said make that three. I wanna buy this one.

You can't just rip the paintings out of the display!

If there's any damage, you are going to pay for it.

Hey, pal, the only damage I see is

you don't understand her work.

This is a private showing. Do you have an invitation?

Diane invited me.

That was a mistake!

Oh, yeah, it was. And not my first.

Hey, come on. Take it easy.

You'll have other shows.

Your first show is the most important.

I was hoping... forget it.

Let me give you a ride home.

I'd rather walk.

Well, I'd like to walk with you,

but I just bought this painting and I like it a lot,

and I don't want it to get ruined.

So help me put it in my car, huh?

Do you really like it?

Yeah.

I can't believe you did it from memory.

Come on, I wanna show you something.

What are you doing? I thought you were taking me home.

Don't you wanna go roller skating?

Why in the hell would I wanna go roller skating?

Why not?

Because I just screwed up, I'm very depressed,

and I don't know how to roller skate.

That's perfect. I don't either.

Come on.

This is nuts.

I know.

Come on, huh?

Ah!

Are you all right?

If you want, I should lay that girl out.

Come on. Having fun yet?

Joe, I'm never gonna be able to do this.

Sure, you can.

Just follow the flow of my legs, dear.

What? One foot?

One foot at a time.

You can try to move both of them, but you'll probably fall.

You know how to roller skate, don't you?

Let's see.

Whoa!

All right, skaters!

Get ready for some exciting music!

Tonight right here at Bobby's Rink,

we're gonna give you a preview of the mystery tape

from the great Eddie Wilson!

Satin Records' latest release.

Yes, it's called "Emotional Storm"!

Yeah

What's wrong?

My legs got tired.

You didn't seem tired.

Just take your skates off and let's get outta here, okay?

Fine.

Hey, how you doing, man?

Listen, I was thinkin' about what you were talkin' about.

Forget about what I said, whatever it was.

You were right, man. My music was missing something.

Man, get off my back!

Remember when we were jamming the other day?

Well, I made a tape cassette, man.

- You gotta hear this. - Not now.

Come on. I gotta talk to you about my band.

Come here, kid.

I don't wanna talk to you about any goddamn band!

So get off my back, all right?

Joe, take it easy. Let him go.

Man, I just wanted to jam with you.

If you don't want it, fine.

Come on.

I don't feel right keeping your painting

without paying for it.

So when I get the money together, I'll come back for it.

So you do remember how to talk, huh?

I mean, you haven't said a word all the way here.

Why did that guy make you so mad?

He wants me to join his band.

So, why don't you?

You wouldn't understand.

- Try me. - Why do you care?

I do care.

Diane, I don't wanna hurt you.

Then I just won't let you.

Good morning.

Joe, last night you were scared of something.

I could feel it.

Does that guy have something on you?

No.

Then what's the matter?

There's some happening in my life I just can't handle.

Go on, please.

Diane...

a long time ago I had a band.

I wanted to create the perfect sound,

the perfect music.

I spent a whole year working on this album.

And when I was done, I was proud of it.

And then I handed it in,

then this guy at Satin Records,

he told me it was garbage.

He said I was finished.

The album was unreleasable.

I can't go through that again.

I'm sure people have forgotten your old band by now.

- You could start... - No!

That's the point! Nobody's forgotten!

I hear it and see it every goddamn day

on radio, television!

It's drivin' me crazy!

They like me better dead than alive!

What do you mean, dead?

What band are you talking about?

The Cruisers, Eddie and the Cruisers.

What are you saying, Joe?

I'm Eddie Wilson.

Oh, come on.

You and 10 other guys, right?

I've seen those lookalike contests.

Eddie Wilson died when his car went over a bridge.

Didn't he?

Didn't he?

I still don't remember what happened.

I was driving.

The car hit the guardrail of the bridge

and I lost control.

I remember swimming.

I was thinking about Wendell Newton,

the sax player from the Cruisers.

But he was dead.

I got out. I just split.

I left everyone and everything behind.

And I hurt a lot of people.

For 20 years, it's been tearin' me apart.

Everybody thinks I'm dead.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Why not just tell everyone?

I mean, people want Eddie to be alive, Joe.

Yeah, people like Lew Eisen so he can get rich

off an Eddie Wilson freak show.

Then don't say who you are and just play.

I won't measure up.

You should do it.

You should do it.

Great! That is great!

You know something, though?

I knew you were gonna change your mind.

You knew more than I did, kid.

First thing we gotta do is put together a new band.

Well, what's the matter with my old band?

Not much.

What you need is drums,

keyboard and a new bass player.

That's it.

He's just playing for some kids now,

- but I saw him last week at the... - Yeah, I know.

He was good.

- Hey, Bobby! - How you doin'?

Rick tells me you're lookin' for a serious dude.

I should tell you, I'm never serious except with these.

Good. He'll do.

Hitting the number two spot on the radio

and records music charts this week

is the first single off the Eddie Wilson mystery tapes.

Now here's the big news.

Our friends at Satin Records

have upped their offer to 100,000 big ones.

That's $100,000 to anybody who has proof

as to who's playing backup

on this Eddie Wilson mystery tape series.

Now let's do some cruisin' for just you and me.

Out beyond that blue horizon

Lies the untold tales of our life

Okay. Quinn, I'd like you to meet Joe West.

How you doin', man?

Okay.

Rick's been scoutin' you for a couple of weeks.

He tells me you're thinkin' about joining another band.

What sort of music are we talkin' about?

The real kind, man.

In.

You think he'll fit in our band?

He'd fit in my band.

He plays six instruments. I heard him.

I couldn't care less if he played 60 instruments.

- Shh! - Shh!

Look at the guy. He's a goofball.

Look at the vest he's wearing.

Even a clown wouldn't be caught dead wearing a vest like that.

He don't play with his vest, man.

- Shh! - Shh!

Yeah, solid, man.

Let's do it!

You're laggin', man.

I know. I'm sorry.

Charlie, you're all over the place, man.

Bring it in!

We ain't in a pocket, guys!

It's coming.

He'll get it.

No, man.

What is that?

You said play more intense!

Louder ain't more intense.

Then what is?

What is more intense?

I was in the desert once out in the middle of nowhere,

absolutely nowhere, just me, the sand and silence.

But if you know what to listen for,

it ain't silent out there.

I heard a music out there I never heard before.

In the silence.

That's what I'm after, kid.

That's intense.

You dig down deep and touch something like that,

people are gonna listen.

They'll listen to you because you got something to say.

Not just something to show.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I think I know what you're talkin' about.

If you've just joined us, our guest tonight is Wendy Green.

Miss Green claims to be married

to the legendary rock star, Eddie Wilson.

Now let me get this straight.

You've been married to Eddie Wilson

- for the last 10 years? - That's right.

But when he died, Eddie Wilson was single.

My Eddie, he didn't die.

And you have two kids by him?

Eddie, Jr. and Edwina.

Uh, let's go to phone calls from our viewers

with questions or comments for our guest.

Hi. I think that woman's crazy.

I mean, Eddie and I,

we've been together since I met him in Vegas.

And we got three kids.

Oh, no.

Wherever Eddie Wilson is,

I sure hope this album goes platinum

so he can support all these children.

Let's take another call.

Man, we gotta go on the road and get some exposure.

We gotta practice.

- Well, that's all part of it. - No, that's all of it.

We need like six months, man.

Forget the road.

We can't.

I already made some bookings for us.

What?

We're supposed to leave tomorrow morning.

Who the hell do you think you are, booking us?

Well, I was doing it for the band!

I'll decide what the band needs!

You learn to play your damn guitar!

Okay, fine.

Well, what do you guys think?

I don't know, man.

Joe's right. We gotta practice.

Our music's not bad.

But, you know, you need an audience to make music work.

Without nobody to listen, might as well play for yourself.

Hilton, the kid's in such a rush.

Well, what's the matter with that, man?

Hey, a man in a rush starts taking shortcuts.

And I won't shortcut the music!

Okay, fine. I'll cancel all the dates.

All right, wait a minute.

We'll go on the road... To practice.

Let's get on with the music.

- Whoa! - We're here!

You animals!

- Hey, bro. - What's up?

- What took you so long? - Hey!

All right, brother. Let me give you a hand with that.

- Got it? - Whoa!

Hey, man, what's going on?

What do you mean?

Well, she's not coming with us, is she?

She's coming with me.

- Man, I got no room! - Make room.

Hey, Hi, how you doin', man?

Hey, man. Make room.

Cajun band, play this tune...

Hey, Joe?

For luck, man.

Thanks, man.

Ladies and gentlemen, Rock Solid!

I got smokestack lightning runnin' through my veins

Trouble hangin' round my neck

It's like a ball and chain

Gotta be more than this to being alive

Every day spittin' out nine to five

Every night runnin' all over this town

Feelin' no pain

I got a hunger and a cold desire

Someday it's gonna take me higher

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Hey

Come on!

I'm rollin' down the alleyway

Just headin' for the neon lights

I got a soul full of struggling

Need a little mercy tonight

This world's askin' just a little too much

Honey, I need a lovin' tender touch

Just move your body close to mine

Make everything all right

I got a hunger and a cold desire

Someday it's gonna take me higher

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Yeah!

All right!

All right.

All right!

All right, now. It's time to introduce the band.

On bass, Quinn Quinley.

Keyboard, Stewart Fairbanks.

Drums, Sexy Charlie Tanzie.

Lead guitar, Rick Diesel.

Saxophone, Hilton Overstreet.

I'm Joe West.

There was a time

You had no need for rhythm or rhyme

And the world seemed so wild and so free

Just wrapped yourself up in a dream

Tell Tony Eddie and the Cruisers are here.

All you had to do was believe

And nothin' was out of your reach

So sure how it all falls in line

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of time

Then you wake up one day

All your dreams somehow faded away

The road that you followed it turned

You can't find where the fire once burned

Can't look yourself straight in the eye

In your heart of hearts you've compromised

Baby, one day we all cross that line

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of time

All alone in the still of the night

You come face to face with your pride

And how much you wanted it all

You can't believe how you're taking the fall

Then you reach out one day

To the light of a new dawning day

And you take just one small grain of sand

Right into the palm of your hand

And maybe you find in the end

You're able to dream once again

And baby, you fall back in line

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of time

You were right.

Stewart was perfect on the keyboard.

He's gettin' there.

Oh, come on! We blew these guys away!

We got a long way to go, kid.

Especially if you wanna play for me.

Lyndsay Caputo. I'm putting together

the Montreal Spring Music Festival this year.

I'm looking for a band.

You want us?

Well, I thought it'd be nice to open with a local act.

Well, that's us. We're local.

Yeah. You guys have got a good sound.

Thanks.

It's a little unpolished maybe...

We haven't been together that long. We're still workin' out the kinks.

Well, when you get 'em worked out, why don't you give me a call

and I'll give you an audition.

Oh, this is great. For sure, I'll call you.

Yeah. Your lead singer?

He sounds a bit like Eddie Wilson.

You might wanna capitalize on that.

You know, all this Eddie Wilson crap goin' on.

Oh, this is great!

Mwah! Love ya.

Hey, did you hear her idea?

I mean, you know,

you do sound a little bit like Eddie Wilson.

- I think it would be a great... - Forget it, kid.

Eddie Wilson's dead.

The only thing that's gonna make us is our music.

Here comes the kingfish up from New Orleans

He's got a fist full of dollars...

And you're sure that is Eddie Wilson playing on that tape?

Oh, absolutely.

In fact, we are now offering $250,000

for bona fide proof that Eddie Wilson lives.

Aren't you a little worried that this guaranteed reward

is really a publicity stunt

to sell more Eddie and the Cruiser albums?

No, not at all.

You see, this is not a marketing technique, Mr. King.

We are after the truth.

And I assure you, we will pay anyone $250,000

the moment they can prove to Satin Records

that Eddie Wilson lives.

Whoa!

Give me a hand here.

Sorry, door.

Hey, quick, give me my case. Not that one, the other one.

Hey, girls, wanna come back to see another show?

Knew I should have gone to college.

I got a hot rod Ford

I got a line that can't miss

But you just pretend

Like I don't exist

Well, I get that fever

For your sweet kiss

Honey, let's be lovers

On a night like this

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

When I call you up

On the telephone

And I know you're sittin'

Home all alone

I get that fire

Burnin' in my soul

Honey, let me in

To that heart of stone

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

I know that you're pretendin'

Don't you leave me here in the cold

Just put your hand in my hand

On your mark, get ready, set, go

Baby, come right here

Don't you run away

Just a little bit closer

Don't you be afraid

Honey, I'm your fool

But I ain't no saint

So don't be cruel

You know I just can't wait

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Baby, won't you meet me

On a midnight rendezvous?

Won't you say you want me?

You know, girl, I want you

I want to take you out

To a movie show

And honey, we can sit

In the very last row

And when they turn those

Lights way down low

I'll take you in my arms, baby

And never let you go

Don't you play too cool

Get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Take it for me, man.

I think this is my dance.

Shouldn't you be playing?

You're right. Wait for me back in the room.

What did you say?

I said wait for me back in the room!

- You're kidding, right? - Hey, what the hell's goin' on?

- Not now! - What do you mean, not now?

I'm talking to Diane.

Go ahead. We'll talk later.

Hey, don't tell me what to do.

I was just returning the favor.

God damn it, Joe!

- Where are you going? - Away from you!

Wait a minute!

Diane, I'm sorry.

You have the band to kick around. What do you need me for?

I just said I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I kind of liked seeing you jealous back there.

It surprised me.

Yeah, it surprised me, too.

Well, Satin Records has already released

two songs from the so-called Eddie Wilson mystery tape.

What makes you so sure it's not Eddie Wilson?

- It can't be. - Why not?

Eddie was a standup guy.

If he were alive today,

I would be right there next to him.

He wouldn't have to hide from me. I was his friend.

Well, despite your protests,

there are a lot of people who disagree.

In fact, we're gonna go right now

to another Eddie Lives party sponsored by Satin Records.

They are celebrating the release of the third song

from the Eddie Wilson mystery tape.

Here comes the kingfish up from New Orleans

He got a fist full of dollars and a mind full of dreams

What you watchin', Diane?

Nothing good.

Joe, play that New York City song for me.

Yeah, sure.

I wrote this a long time ago, you know.

Said, hey, little girl, take me by the hand

Walk with me down this boardwalk

Once last time again

See those pretty pier lights

Hear those carnival sounds

Wanna stop right at the top tonight

When the Ferris wheel goes round

Well, I sing for these tourists

'Bout a dream life on the water

And a dream, it gets broken

This life gets harder and harder

I gotta leave this candy apple town behind

Get out while I still can

I'm goin' to New York City

With this guitar in my hand

I've been wishin' on these stars too long

I've been playin' in these bars too long

I've been holed up in your arms too long

I've been a prisoner of my heart too long

I'm goin' to New York City

Gonna find out where I stand

And I'll be walkin' down Broadway

With this guitar in my hand

You really enjoy this life, don't you?

Always traveling?

Still miss Jersey.

Oh, and what's so special about Jersey?

Baby, there's nowhere else in the world

like the Garden State.

You got miles of swamps and mountains and dumps.

Different colored rivers, automobile graveyards.

Breweries, factories, ballparks

all mixed up together.

It's the best place to live.

Uh-huh.

Then why does the Statue of Liberty face the other way?

Ooh.

That was cruel.

- Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen. - What?

There. Right there.

Oh, that's great. Thanks.

Okay, bye.

Yeah!

Joe, I just talked to Lyndsay Caputo over at the Festival.

She's coming to meet us at the gig next week.

I didn't tell you to do that.

We ain't ready to audition.

I guess it's a difference of opinion.

The Festival is my call, Rick.

Look, you may be happy playing these dives, man,

but I want a record deal.

I want the magazine covers. I want the videos.

Hey, how many times I gotta tell you?

It's the music that counts, not the hype!

Not the hype, I know.

But we all wanna play the Festival.

Oh, you're all in on this?

Joe...

You know I've seen a lot of bands come and go.

Most aren't very good.

But once in a while, a very long while,

one comes along that's worth saving.

Well, that's gonna be up to you.

All right.

This is how it's gonna go down.

We find a place.

Some place with no distractions.

And we rehearse until I say we got it right.

Then we audition.

We had a dream you once believed in

That burned inside you like a fire

Your big wheel keep on turnin'

Somehow that dream, it passed you by

Hold it!

Hold it! Hold it!

Guys, let's just get back in the pocket, all right?

Charlie, where you racing to, huh?

You stopped doin' that two months ago. What happened?

Get on your goddamn feet, Quinn.

All right, let's take it from the top, okay?

Okey-doke.

One, two, three, four.

As I ride this lonesome highway

The desert wind across my face

My mind slowly wanders

To another time, another place

When the world was so much younger

With no reason to hold back

We were so afraid of losin'

All the things we never had

Those days are gone forever

For months now, people all across America

have been buying up the Eddie Wilson mystery singles

and have been trying to figure out

just who is playing backup on these songs.

Our rock 'n' roll musicologist,

Merrill Schindler, has this report.

Merrill?

Thank you, Martha. I analyzed one guitar solo.

And my computer gave me one name.

The name was the legendary Bo Diddley.

We've got Bo Diddley live via satellite.

Bo, how are you doing?

Just fine, thank you.

Bo, where were those sessions held?

Oh, in Jersey.

A little place outside of, um, Newark,

uh, called Lakehurst.

Now for the important question.

When were those sessions held?

I wish I knew.

The years kind of, you know, blend together.

Who else was there?

Eddie was kind of running things

along with his sax player, Wendell Newton.

Come in here and listen to this!

That definitely clears up a mystery for me.

Martha, the presence of Wendell Newton

obviously dates these sessions as happening

before Eddie Wilson's death.

Which means that...

Which means that we have no proof that Eddie Wilson lived.

And in my opinion, we can put to rest those grisly rumors

that Eddie Wilson's still alive somewhere.

I think this guy should drop dead.

Dear Mr. Eisen...

I got a band

and my lead singer sings a lot like Eddie Wilson.

I hope you'll listen to this tape

and if you like it, please contact me as soon as possible.

Yours truly, Rick Diesel.

Damn it, man!

You say this is gonna take us another month?

Man, we're gonna miss the Festival!

We just ain't ready, man!

Oh, according to you, we're never gonna be ready!

Look, we need more time!

More time, man? What are you talking about?

I think you're afraid to go onstage.

You're afraid to put it on the line, man!

You don't know what you're talkin' about.

Oh, yeah? Then why are we hiding out in a cabin here, man?

- Playing for the goddamn trees! - Shut up!

We're all ready to play this goddamn Festival!

You're ready? Yeah?

Then do it!

No. Let him go.

First you destroy your guitar.

Now your songs.

You gonna be next?

They're lousy songs.

They don't even burn good.

Good thing you know 'em by heart.

Be a shame to lose that many songs by Eddie Wilson.

I knew the minute I heard you play.

The way a man plays, he's born with it.

Like fingerprints.

He can hide under another name,

but he can't disguise the way he plays.

Then it's a good thing I'm quittin'.

You're not quittin' now, Eddie.

You owe it to this band.

You brought them this far.

They deserve another chance.

Just like you had a chance.

But they ain't gonna get it without you.

You owe it to them, Eddie.

And you owe it to me.

Tell the boys now, I'm trying to stay cool

This little girl, she breaks all of the rules

Her pretty lies make me feel so sad

But I still want her

And I want her bad

Tonight

'Cause when she holds me tight

Mariah, won't you say you will?

Mariah, you give me such a chill

Mariah, girl, you're just like the wind

You fill my sails and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Mariah

She's a woman

She can make my blood run cold

She's a woman

Give me shivers down to my soul

Her heart of stone

She can't control

I just can't leave her

Mariah, won't you say you will?

Mariah, you give me such a chill

Mariah, girl, you're just like the wind

You fill my sails and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Mariah

You guys are too good to be just an opening act.

But I'm gonna do it anyway.

Congratulations.

- We did it. - Did it!

I want somethin' great.

I want somethin' that nobody's ever done before.

Why? We ain't great.

We're just some guys from Jersey.

If we can't be great, then there's no sense

in ever playin' music again, Sal.

- Dad? - Yeah?

Can I go play with Richie?

Sure. Come here. What's this?

- What? - Aw, Dad.

Okay, Richie, I'm coming, I'm coming!

Son of a...

Jesus Christ!

You son of a bitch!

You son of a...

Son of a bitch. Jesus Christ!

You been dead for 20 years, God damn it!

I gotta talk to you, Sal.

Shut up!

No! You're dead, God damn it!

- I gotta talk to you, Sal! - Don't talk to me!

Don't talk to me! Shut up!

Get away from me!

I'm... I'm sorry.

Who the hell do you think you are, huh?

Huh?

What kind of person does that to a friend?

Shit. I was your best friend, God damn it!

Why did you do it?

I couldn't handle it.

You couldn't handle it?

I hate you, man.

I came back 'cause I need you, Sal.

I really need you, man.

Yeah? What about all the times I needed you?

I'm scared. I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Sal?

I need you to forgive me.

Please.

I'm sorry, man. I'm really sorry.

Come here, you.

What's all this bullshit about the mystery tapes?

You and Wendell coming here to play 20 years ago?

It was just an experiment, Sal.

Look, Wendell knew these guys

that had a recording studio here, that's all.

The funny thing is that there I was,

playing with the greatest.

Bo Diddley, King Curtis,

thinkin' this is great. This is what I want.

It's an emotional storm

Raining down over you

It's an emotional storm

Baby, what we're goin' through

An emotional storm

Raining down over you

An emotional storm

Baby, what we're going through

It's an emotional storm

Backup singers: It's an emotional storm

Emotional storm

Emotional storm, emotional storm

And, you know, to them,

it was just another night of jammin'.

That's what got me thinkin', wonderin'.

I started thinkin' I wasn't good enough.

Then Wendell died.

I couldn't take it anymore.

'Cause it was my fault.

Wendell OD'd.

Why do you blame yourself for Wendell's death, huh?

Because I could have saved him.

I was pushin' the band to get a sound,

and I didn't care about anybody.

You didn't kill Wendell.

The monkey was on his back long before he ever met you.

Wendell was just a player, like all of 'em.

Maybe that's why they treated that night

like it was any other night.

And that should tell you somethin'.

Don't worry about being good enough.

Just go out there and play it

the best you can play it, that's all.

Hey, Sal, you know I got a new band up there in Canada.

I could sure use you.

Nah, I got my own life here.

You were the best in the band, man.

That's bullshit.

I was just a guy from Jersey who played bass.

Maybe the band... I don't know.

Maybe the band would have held you back.

Who knows?

Maybe this time, you can get it right.

Well, kid, you finally got what you wanted.

Thanks to you.

Nah, I think you got that one backwards.

You Rick Diesel?

- Yeah, that's right. - Come with me.

There's some guys backstage that wanna meet you.

15 minutes, everybody! Let's get ready!

- You Joe West? - Yeah.

Telegram.

- Thanks. - Uh-huh.

Fan mail?

Yeah, from an old friend.

Lookin' good.

- You Rick Diesel? - That's me.

- Lew Eisen. - How you doin'?

Excellent. Come with me.

- So you liked the tape? - Yeah, it's all right.

It was only a fast demo tape.

But, hey, man, this is great you coming up here.

Look, I want you to meet Joe. Come here.

Yeah, sure.

Joe, you ready?

- Yeah. - Okay, good.

Now I'm gonna introduce the band.

Hey, Joe!

- Hey, Joe! - No.

I always introduce the band after the first song.

Hey, Joe, I want you to meet somebody.

- Are you Joe West? - Yeah, I'm Joe West.

Lew Eisen, Satin Records.

Hey, come on, Joe.

Mr. Eisen here wants to give us a record deal.

- He hasn't even heard us yet, kid. - I sent him a tape.

- You what? - Just a sample.

You son of a bitch!

Who do you think you are, man?

What's wrong with that, man?

There's nothin' wrong with that, kid.

Well, I'll be goddamned. I don't believe it.

Stay away from me, man.

Eddie, we'll do it your way this time.

I've changed.

I even like what you're doing now.

What is this Eddie stuff?

Whatever Eddie Wilson wants!

What the hell is going on here, man?

Eddie! Eddie, come back!

Look, we are on your side on this, Eddie!

Eddie!

Look, we really love the music!

Joe, wait!

So tomorrow everyone's gonna know!

- But you still got tonight! - To do what?

To do what you want! To play what you want!

Nobody cares what I wanna play!

You do! You care!

Give me the keys!

- Where are you going? - Give me the goddamn keys!

Get out!

Look, you've got one chance left

to prove that the music is there for you

and that chance is tonight, because tomorrow,

everybody is gonna know who Joe West really is!

Diane, I don't wanna hurt you.

So get out of the car.

Just get out.

Okay, fine.

Let's go for a ride, huh?

And maybe we can find a bridge

and do it right this time, huh?

I don't give a damn! Get the band out onstage!

Look, Joe's not even here! Eddie, whatever!

Look, either you get out onstage and play

or I send out the next act.

Relax, lady, we are the next act.

Let's get on with the music, kid.

- Let's go. - Go, go.

- Let's go! - Go!

Yeah! Whoo!

Yeah!

Yeah!

I got smokestack lightning runnin' through my veins

Trouble hangin' round my neck

It's like a ball and chain

Gotta be more than this to being alive

Every day spittin' out nine to five

Every night runnin' all over this town

Just feelin' no pain

I got a hunger and a cold desire

Someday it's gonna take me higher

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Just another small flame

Just runnin' through the fire

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Hey!

I'm rollin' down the alleyway

Headin' for the neon lights

I got a soul full of strugglin'

Need a little mercy tonight

This world's askin' just a little too much

Honey, I need a lovin' tender touch

Just move your body close to mine

Make everything all right

I got a hunger and a cold desire

Someday it's gonna take me higher

Just another small flame

Runnin' through the fire

Just another small flame

Runnin' through the fire

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, it's gonna get hot

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, if you're ready or not

Runnin' through the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Runnin' through the fire

Baby, you're gonna get burned

Thank you!

Let me introduce the band now!

On bass, we got Quinn Quinley.

Keyboards, Stewart Fairbanks.

Drums, Sexy Charlie Tanzie.

Lead guitar, the killer, Rick Diesel.

Saxophone, Hilton Overstreet.

And me...

I'm Eddie Wilson.

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

Okay! Let's rock 'n' roll!

Everybody! Come on! Yeah! Come on!

Yeah!

I don't run for the money, honey

It don't mean a thing

And the power and the glory

Never ever made a man a king

And I don't need to ride

In a long black limousine

I don't need to see my picture

On the cover of a magazine

I just need a little satisfaction

Hit me like a chain reaction

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

I don't need to read my name

All over the front page news

Better save your ink, mister

'Cause I ain't got no use

Maybe you could say

That I'm just another prisoner of love

It's the only thing I know for sure

To help me rise above

I just need a little satisfaction

Hit me like a chain reaction

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

And it burns me like a fire

And I feel it take me higher

It gets down under my skin

Makes me want to give that wheel a spin

I just need a little satisfaction

Hit me like a chain reaction

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

I'm talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

Talkin' bout the pride and passion

And the thrill of it all

Out beyond that blue horizon

Lies the untold tales of our lives

Where the river runs wild and deep

And the mountains kiss the sky

The highest mountain I will climb

And I will survive

'Cause you keep my love alive

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Backup: Yeah, yeah, yeah

You keep my love alive

I got a hot rod Ford

I got a line that can't miss

But you just pretend

Like I don't exist

Well, I get that fever

For your sweet kiss

Honey, let's be lovers

On a night like this

Don't you play too cool

Get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

There was a time

You had no need for rhythm or rhyme

The world seemed so wild and so free

Just wrapped yourself up in a dream

All you had to do was believe

And nothin' was out of your reach

So sure how it all falls in line

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of time

Mariah, won't you say you will?

Mariah, you give me such a chill

Mariah, girl, you're just like the wind

You fill my sails and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Mariah

Won't you say you will?

Mariah, you give me such a chill

Mariah, girl, you're just like the wind

You fill my sails and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Mariah