I don't understand you. You think you're going to a summer camp?
If it's just a farm. I'm gonna do a little manual labor and watch a lot of TV.
Lunch!
You wanted to know why I'm here. I'm telling you.
Now Jack Damon wants to find his daughter.
Where's Becky?
I mean, she could be in trouble. She could be hurt.
She could be dead for all we know.
You are in danger, Thomas.
Hold it! Hold it!
Over here.
It's all there.
Move! Move! Move!
I'm hit!
I'm hit.
We got to get us somewhere safe. Safe.
Take us to a hospital.
Take us to a hospital, Darryl.
Darryl! Please!
Shut up!
Please take me to the hospital!
Shut up! Shut up! Darryl, please!
Oh, God.
It's the kind of pain you're almost glad to experience.
That satisfying soreness I used to feel on Saturday nights after a big Navy win.
And the kind of sweet agony I still feel on Monday mornings
after 18 innings of Sunday softball.
Your muscles scream, "Was this really necessary?"
And your answer, "Take it easy, guys. I'll make you a deal.
"You go to sleep and heal up, and I promise not to move.
"Ever again."
Magnum.
Magnum! Higgins.
Why don't you ever knock?
Not that door. The one upstairs.
Magnum, please. You have to come out.
No!
No, Higgins,
I don't have to come out.
But I'm going to.
Just long enough
to make sure that you leave.
I'm sore, Higgins, and I do not want to be disturbed.
Sorry, I thought you'd be up.
This is Mr. Damon.
I suggested that he return later.
But apparently, he's here on a matter of extreme urgency.
Are you sick?
What? Sick?
No.
I just over exerted a little this weekend.
It's a very important, strenuous case.
Do we know each other, Mr. Damon? No, we don't.
Mr. Magnum, are you busy at the moment?
At the moment?
Well, if I'm going to stay up and talk to you,
then, yes, at the moment I'm busy making coffee. Would you like some?
Thank you, I had some several hours ago.
Look, I need help.
You'd have to start on the case now.
This morning.
This morning?
Listen, I'm sorry.
I can barely walk. I've got to go back to bed right after I eat.
He wakes regularly for long feeding.
That's cute, Higgins. I am sore!
Which is hardly a sufficient excuse for rudeness.
All right. Never mind. Forget about it.
No, no, wait, wait a minute, please.
No, Mr. Magnum. I don't want to be offensive,
but I really don't have time to wait for you to feel like walking.
Time for what?
Look, I think it would help both of us if you told me why you're here.
Yes, it would.
Carol?
Thomas, didn't you get my message?
No.
I didn't check my machine
after I got back from work.
Well, I don't understand. What's going on?
Neither do I.
Carol, you're acquainted with Mr. Damon?
Yes, he's my uncle.
I told you that I would talk with Thomas this morning and then I would call you.
Yes, Carol. And I told you that I cannot afford to waste anymore time.
I decided to come out here and speak to Mr. Magnum myself.
I've done that. He's not available, so fine. I did not say that.
And we did not talk. Now, what is it that's so urgent?
Maybe I can help.
Carol trusts you. She thinks you'll be able to help. Fine.
Let her hire you.
Personally, I think he's gonna be about as much use to Becky as you were.
Becky?
Who's Becky?
Thomas, are you there?
Look, would you please call me as soon as you get in?
If I don't hear from you then I'm coming out in the morning.
It's about my cousin.
Nobody's seen her for two months.
Thomas, she's 17.
And I just have to find her. If anything happens to her, I...
It's my fault.
I promised Uncle Jack that I'd look after Becky
when she came out here from Omaha.
She wants to be a dancer but she's never had any training.
Well, maybe she got lucky and landed a tour
and forgot to let you know about it.
Forgot to tell me that she was leaving town for two whole months?
Oh, come on. She is 17. No.
And then maybe she tried to reach you and...
And I was too busy, right?
No, now that's not what I meant. Well, I was busy.
And I did take too much for granted.
Look, I think you're being a little hard on yourself.
I should've looked into her friends like Uncle Jack warned me.
He wanted me to keep her away from what he calls "beach bums."
Yeah, well somehow I think I got elected president of that club this morning.
No, Thomas. He didn't mean it that way.
He's just so very old school.
He probably looked at your lifestyle,
or what he presumed to be your lifestyle,
and he overreacted.
Well, if he's that rigid with Becky, no wonder they don't get along.
That's right. We can see that, but he can't.
He absolutely worships her, Thomas.
I don't know. What am I gonna do if something's happened to her?
Well, don't you think we could consider some less drastic possibilities?
I mean, besides, the police are investigating.
Is that the best I get from you?
They have a hundred teenagers to find. I just want one.
And I expected you to care as much as... Come on.
Come on, now. I think you are overreacting.
Besides, if it was that important, you would've come to me a long time ago.
But, Thomas, I didn't start worrying soon enough. Don't you understand?
Well, what about her father? Wasn't he concerned?
He didn't know until I called him.
They had this bargain
that if Becky agreed to come here instead of going to LA or New York,
then her father was not to phone her.
When there was contact, she would be the first one to make it.
And that was okay because...
Because good old Cousin Carol was going to look after her.
Whatever happens, I tell you, I have learned one thing.
I'm gonna forget about being a parent
because I don't think I can handle the responsibility.
Hey, come on.
And you're just upset. Everything's gonna be okay.
Oh, Thomas, I think it goes a little beyond that, don't you?
I mean, she could be in trouble. She could be hurt.
She could be dead for all we know.
I'm scared, Thomas. I need your help.
Runaway teenagers are the private investigator's nightmare.
They're shrewd enough to stay lost,
scared enough to want to be found,
and young enough not to leave much history to research.
She hadn't danced at any of the hotel lounges or exotic clubs in town
and she wasn't listed with a talent agency.
I had to hope that she used the term "dancing" very loosely.
5, 6, 7, 8.
Okay, lift them up, kick them up, pick them up. Come on, kids.
Flap them up. Squawk as you turn. Squawk as you turn.
It's your birthday and I'd just like to say
What's wrong with being grey and wrinkled anyway?
You're all awaiting 40 and that's fine
But don't fight time, you're 39
Lance, will you quit the yelling?
People are trying to concentrate.
Okay. You got a résumé?
Never mind. I need a gorilla this afternoon.
You're a little tall, but I think you can do it.
You don't understand. I'm not here for work.
Yeah, that's what Larry Fenner said on short notice.
Well, excuse me. I'm late for his party gig.
This will just take a second. I'm Thomas Magnum.
I'm a private investigator. She's a dancer.
Not really.
Nice kid, though. So she works here?
Becky Damon. Right. Yeah.
Until a few weeks ago. Halfway decent DC.
DC?
Dancing Chicken.
Did she leave a forwarding address? Anything?
Are you kidding?
She and Darryl left one morning without notice. Never came back.
Darryl? Who's Darryl? Jacobs.
The worst singing dog I have ever seen.
And less talented as a human.
And furthermore, Magnum says that he has a long police record.
Well, they must know where he is.
Why don't we just go talk to him?
Thomas didn't have time to explain.
He just said that he would like to meet us here to discuss the situation.
More discussion.
Look, Carol, I understand you're sold on Magnum.
Well, he's come up with a solid lead in a matter of hours.
What do you want, Uncle Jack?
I want my daughter.
And I don't understand why we have to sit here having a discussion
when she's out there somewhere.
Never mind.
I assure you, Magnum must have good reason.
Would you care for a sherry?
Sherry, no.
I could care deeply for a Scotch.
Of course. Carol?
No, thank you.
A dancing chicken.
Why would Becky want to do something like that?
Maybe it was all she could find.
Oh, come on.
I mean, I may not have been 100%% behind this dancing notion,
but even I have to admit she's more talented than that.
Hey, she's good.
She's very good.
Thank you. You're quite welcome.
What's the name of that musical?
No, South Pacific. Exactly.
Senior class did that last year.
Becky played one of the nurses. Just a small part.
She just had a few lines.
She blew everybody off the stage.
I sound like one of those proud parents, don't I?
I am. I am proud. She's terrific.
After her mother died, I went to all her recitals.
I tried to encourage her. I...
I don't know. I guess I said the wrong things.
I just didn't seem to register.
I do know that this doesn't add up.
I mean, Becky's just too talented to be
jumping around in a damn chicken suit.
And I still don't believe she'd date somebody like this Jacobs.
I'm afraid it's true, Mr. Damon.
And I'm afraid it's a little more involved than just dating.
He was living with her for a while.
I'm sorry.
Any information about his current whereabouts?
Yes. Oahu Prison Farm.
And it's gonna be very tough to get anything out of him.
Well, why don't we go talk to him?
Find out what he knows about Becky.
Look, the police already questioned him.
He claims he never knew Becky Damon.
You sure there isn't a simpler way of doing this?
T. C: Yeah, it all sounds pretty risky.
Come on. Carol's worked out all the details.
It'll just be a couple of days. No big deal.
It's a bigger deal than you think, Thomas.
These guys are tough, and they got nothing to lose. You remember that.
Oh, Rick. It's just a farm. Thanks.
Yeah. Okay.
But you just listen up. Rule number one. Don't make enemies.
No, rule number one. Just forget about the whole thing.
Well, I'm inclined to agree.
It's not that I don't appreciate what you're trying to do.
I'm trying to find Becky, Mr. Damon.
I'm trying to do it as quickly as possible.
Hey, he understands that. We all do. But...
Fine, if you understand, just be there to help
if I come up with something, okay?
Just as long as you don't come up with something like a fork in your gut.
Rick, this is not the movies.
But, what about the real possibilities?
You know, a record mix up that could keep you in there.
What if somebody knows you?
That's a very good point.
In your line of work, you're bound to have run into
a couple of these outstanding citizens.
No, no. Come on. I've checked the entire roster.
I've rechecked it. They're all short timers, three to six month terms,
and all their forks are blunted.
Your answering device will not be necessary.
I've arranged to have your calls transferred to the main house.
Oh, really? Thanks, Higgins.
Well, it's the least I can do to help.
Thomas, I have copies of your conviction papers.
And Judge Peterson's phone number.
So you call him if you can't reach me
because he knows the whole story.
What if something happens to you and this judge?
Well, then I call Ida Lupino and tell her I need help.
Listen to this. I don't understand you.
You think you're going to a summer camp?
I think I got it in the right perspective. It's just a farm.
I'm gonna do a little manual labor and watch a lot of TV.
Well, at least you have experience in one of the two.
Be careful.
Hey, man. Get to Jacobs and get out of there quick.
Mr. Magnum?
Hi, guys.
Bye, guys.
Okay, so maybe the whole experience
was having a little more effect on me than I'd expected.
What I guess I hadn't considered was that feeling of claustrophobia.
Not the kind you get in elevators and airplanes and small places,
but the kind I felt in high school,
the IRS office and sometimes with Higgins.
Those situations where other people were making my rules,
where I had absolutely no control.
Lunch!
Somebody was getting paid to plan every hour of my day.
I wanted to find Jacobs fast.
The quicker I could get to planning my own time for free,
the better I'd like it.
All right, Dave.
Lunch, man.
Come on. Bring it down here.
Hey, kitchen detail beats working in the sun all day.
No, I told you it's because of my hand.
I've got them convinced I can't even hold a hoe.
You coming Sunday?
Why not?
Well, listen, if there's...
Just waiting.
Let me call you right back, okay?
No, just a guy waiting to use the phone.
Okay, bye.
Thanks. Won't be long.
Go ahead. I got a busy.
Oh, I'm just waiting. Take your time.
I intend to. In private.
There's another phone in the hall.
Oh, yeah?
Diana.
T. C: Diana who?
Thomas didn't get a last name,
but he watched him dial this number and I double-checked the address.
So we're doing this just because she knows the guy?
Rick, I can't even look in the window of this place,
let alone... Oh, don't worry about it.
Now, will you go along with the plan?
Yeah. You're here to buy a gift.
She's a real shy girl.
Oh, yeah? What's her name?
T. C: Debbie. Wanda.
Debbie's the one that told us to ask for you,
and Wanda's the one he's buying the gift for. They're both shy.
Okay.
How's red?
Well, Wanda's a lot more shier than that.
Well, we have something shier. White.
Is it nice and shy?
Yeah.
Don't you think maybe you got a shy rack? I mean...
A shy rack with something that's a solid material?
Sure.
Well, now this is just about as shy as we get.
It is?
Boys, make up your mind. I'm here all alone. I got a lot of work to do.
Yeah, well, I guess this is shy enough,
and it's even a little coy, huh?
I'll put it on.
T.C.
Come here.
The office.
This is crazy. Exactly what am I supposed to be looking for?
Look for a phone number, an address, anything with Jacobs' name on it.
Go on, use your imagination.
But for God sakes, don't leave me here too long. I'm not using mine.
Go on.
Where's your friend?
He went down the street to look at some flannel gowns.
You buying this or not?
I'm not sure. I mean, could you turn profile?
How's that? It's okay, but could I see the other profile?
It looks the same from both sides.
Yeah, but Wanda doesn't, so would you just turn and please hurry!
Hey, don't be ordering me around.
Why are you yelling? Yelling? I'm not yelling.
Fine. Now you've seen both sides. Buy it or forget it.
I sure wish T.C. Was here to help me decide.
Psst, T.C.
Jack, what are you doing here?
Look, I followed you.
I know Magnum's got you working on some kind of a lead.
Who's more involved in this thing than I am?
I got to do something.
I'm sure my friend will be back by then.
What's that? Where'd you get this?
No, no, Jack, don't... Okay.
Wait a minute. Jack, no. All right, okay.
Terrific. Wrap it up but take your time. All right. Yeah, sure.
What's going on? What're you doing with my purse?
Your purse? Yours, is it?
"RJD." Rebecca Jane Damon. That's my daughter.
I gave this to her for Christmas. Where did you get it?
Where's Becky? Oh, wait a minute, Jack. Take it easy.
No, well, forget it! I'll let the police handle it.
Wait, wait. You're gonna call who?
The police. No, no.
Not until we get Thomas out of the joint.
T.C., this has nothing to do with him. Oh, yeah?
What if she gets picked up and Rick and I are implicated?
That could tie Thomas in. And what happens if Jacobs finds out?
Well, what are we gonna do, just let her take off?
We're not even gonna question her?
T.C.
She's gone.
She made it to her car. No license plates.
And no ID in the purse?
All that was in there was a compact,
a few bucks, the prison pay phone number and a gun.
A Makarov.
You're kidding. Any ammo?
There was plenty.
What would a lingerie model be doing with a loaded Soviet automatic?
I don't know, but if Jacobs gave her the stuff,
she may have already have called him.
Now, look, if I were you, I'd be careful of what you say.
Don't lie to me. Listen, can you check with Ice Pick?
Ice Pick? What?
Jacobs is in for illegal weapons possession.
Now, I don't know what he had,
but I'm gonna try and find out. I got to go.
I told you, Craft. It was there when we sat down.
It's still cold. Now, which one of you guys has got the bourbon?
Me.
Is something wrong?
I mean, I think that's my drink you're holding.
I set it on the table when I went to make a phone call.
Oh, wait a minute. It's against the rules to use alcohol?
Well, I'm sorry, I'm new here. I didn't know.
He knew you were lying.
What did he say when you couldn't come up with the empty bottle?
Oh, I did. I gave him the one that you threw in the trash can.
What do you want?
Just for you to do the same thing for me sometime.
Isn't that the way thing's work in here?
You do a real nice dumb act.
But what do you want from me?
Hey, look, I thought I was doing you a favor, okay?
Forget it. It won't happen again.
Wait, wait. Wait a minute. Now, just take it easy.
I just don't know why you really did it. Thanks.
Is that why you're here, for doing favors for people?
Yeah.
Contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
I got... I bought an underage girl a couple of six packs of beer.
Are you kidding, just for buying?
Well, for buying and going back to the motel room
and spending half the night helping her drink it. I thought she was 22 or 23.
Right. That's what they want you to think.
Yeah. Sounds like you've been there.
Look, I'm sorry if I was wrong about you watching me.
It just seemed that way.
It's all right. Sorry.
Just an accident.
We're gonna play a little five card later on. You want to get in?
No gambling, right?
No. We keep the pot totaled in our head.
We don't even have matches on the table.
Say about 8:00 in the lounge?
Right. That's fine. Okay.
Hey, got a light? No. I...
And you thought I was in maximum, huh, Magnum?
What the hell's going on?
Ask your buddy here.
He's the private investigator and the reason I'm in jail.
What happened?
I was looking for the bathroom.
Then I came in here by mistake
and I must've stumbled over something. See, I'm...
Right.
Report to the infirmary. Spend the night.
I'm fine.
I didn't ask you how you felt. I said go to the infirmary.
I don't know where it is.
See, I'm new here.
I'll show him.
Repaying your debts?
No, just coming from dinner.
You tell the nurse to keep him there till morning.
What's going on?
Did you call the guards? Yeah.
And I want to know why you're here.
I told you. Contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
Yeah. Well, I just heard different.
All right.
I'm a private investigator. At least I was.
Graham was a union official.
I found out he was buying race horses
with stolen pension funds.
How long has he been here in minimum anyway?
He just transferred in. Now, who's got you after me? Nobody.
Will you knock it off?
I know you're watching me. You're trying to be my buddy. You're trying to do me favors.
I want to know why and I want to know now.
I need to get to the infirmary. You gonna help me or not?
Sure. Come on.
What, you're no problem now.
By tomorrow, everybody around here is gonna know who you are.
And if I were you, I'd be real, real careful.
Yeah, and what're you being careful about?
What do you mean?
Yeah, all right. Let's knock off the bull, okay?
You want to know why I'm here?
Why'd you tell the police you didn't know Becky Damon?
Because it's the truth. Oh, come on.
They talked to Donnie at Anigrams.
They talked to Becky's landlady. They talked to Diana.
Okay, fine, so I knew her. So what does that prove? I haven't seen her in months.
Yeah, will she think it's all right to give her belongings
to some new girlfriend?
I never gave her personal belongings to anyone.
Then how did Diana get Becky's purse?
How'd she what?
Come on.
You wanted to know why I'm here? I'm telling you.
Now, Jack Damon wants to find his daughter.
Either you know where she is or you don't. But what are you hiding?
Nothing!
Last time I saw Becky she was going to New York.
And you could tell her father from somebody who really knows...
Shut up!
Just so you know,
as long as I'm here, I am a problem.
So you better be careful.
The police are pretty close to finding Becky, but I'm not giving up on you.
I'm calling Judge Peterson and getting you out of here.
No, I need a couple more days.
You are in danger, Thomas. They could've killed you last night.
You don't understand. Jacobs is intimidated now that he knows who I am.
He doesn't know what's gonna happen next. And neither do I.
Well, I can't leave now.
Gee, what happened to you?
An accident. Did you talk to Ice Pick, Rick?
Stolen Soviet weapons with ammo. And with ammo they're worth a mint.
Ice Pick bought them?
Ice Pick only buys American.
He just heard that a lot of people got some calls
in the last couple of months from the seller.
Jacobs?
A girl.
And if he was interested, he was to contact Becky at Anigrams.
I call. Aces over fives.
Beats me.
Hi, guys.
Oh, Jacobs invited me to join the game. Not this one.
Oh, really?
I thought it was a standing invitation.
Deal me in.
Don't push your luck, Magnum.
What do you want?
A full house.
Just a little joke.
Actually, I came here to answer everybody's question.
Why I'm after Jacobs.
Oh, now come on.
Come on, guys. It isn't exactly a secret anymore.
Anything wild?
I told you everything I know about Becky, all right?
Yeah, that she went to New York, right?
What'd she do for money? Did you help her out?
Yeah, maybe I gave her a few bucks. I open.
A few bucks? That's great.
I mean, she didn't get any of her cut from the gun sale.
'Cause, after all, I mean, I heard she did all the work,
made all your phone calls.
I'll play these. But I'll just call.
I'll take two.
Of course, I guess you figured that the deal probably sold itself, huh?
I mean, foreign weapons, no tariffs, no serial numbers to trace.
Sold by a 17-year-old dancing chicken.
Dealer takes two.
That's pretty dangerous stuff, don't you think, for a young teenage girl?
Especially considering who might be in the marketplace.
You know, the FBI.
Not to mention the guys you stole them from.
I've never been into selling guns.
No?
That would be crazy.
I mean, for you to involve your name in something that risky.
Did Becky even know that she was selling those guns for you?
So, now, Graham, you see how this works, don't you?
You should've put all your dirty money into your kid's bank account.
That way your kid could've gone to prison instead of you.
I'll call.
Hey! Hey!
Look out!
Hold it! Hold it!
Well, you did it, Magnum. You scared the hell out of him.
He spilled the whole story just to get our help.
The gunrunners he stole the weapons from, they ambushed the sale.
He and that girl both got hit.
Go on. Go after him, Magnum.
Go on, get out of here.
Look, I'm telling you to take off!
He's on his way to see some dancer named Holly. That's all we know.
Thanks.
Thanks?
He let that girl bleed to death, Magnum.
He's just a little bit lousier than you are.
Well, will you please keep trying every few minutes?
Yes, it's very, very important. Thank you.
I can't reach Allan Peterson anywhere.
I've been leaving messages all over town.
It's okay, Carol.
Okay? Thomas, if he doesn't sign some papers and make some phone calls,
you are as much of an escaped convict as Jacobs.
Well, isn't there anybody else who can sign?
No. I don't have time to explain it all to another judge.
I just have to find Allan fast.
Higgins doesn't knock.
Stay over there.
Come in.
Hi, Uncle Jack. I just heard about the break on the radio.
What happened? Why? What pushed him to it?
If he knows where Becky is, she's in real danger, isn't she?
Look, I don't know anything for sure, and if I did, I'd tell you.
Listen, I want to thank you for all you've done,
what you've been through.
I know I didn't make it any easier.
Mr. Damon, if you hadn't recognized that purse...
Is that purse in any way special to Becky?
I'd like to think that it was, but I don't know. Probably not.
Well, I never saw her without it. Why?
I was just wondering if Becky gave that purse to Diana.
I mean, Jacobs said he didn't. And from the way he reacted when I told him,
I tend to believe him.
Well, how would Becky ever know this Franklin woman?
Well, why not? Jacobs knew both of them.
There's no reason why they shouldn't have known each other. It's just...
Something about this whole purse thing,
something about the way it threw him. It just...
Threw me, too.
Look, you did a lot of work. I'd like to pay you.
Well, Uncle Jack, will you please stop talking in the past tense?
I mean, what's going on here anyway?
Are we all of a sudden just writing Becky off?
No. Come on.
I told you, I'm not sure of anything yet.
I am.
I miss her.
Magnum, the police called again.
This time I can't dissuade them.
They demand on searching the estate for you.
Thomas, I can't stop them. They'll take you back.
Yes? Oh, hi.
Yeah, yeah, just a minute.
Rick?
Oh, T.C., Rick's watching the floorshow.
One bad dancer and a lot of roaches.
Man, this place is the pits.
What place, T. C?
The Foxshop. Star attraction, Holly Berry.
Believe it or not, that's her name. She's a stripper.
What makes you think she's the right girl?
Oh, we recognized her. The manager showed us some pictures.
None other than Diana Franklin.
She started here a couple of nights ago.
Is she there now?
No. Her first show's at 5:00.
Look, T.C.,
you and Rick better get out of there before she shows up and recognizes you.
Gladly.
Mr. Damon, where's that purse?
Thomas, you can't go anywhere. You'll be arrested.
I know that and I'm going down into the wine cellar.
Till I get my next call from The Foxshop.
What can I do for you?
Why sure, sugar.
I think you just bought me a very expensive drink.
I believe you dropped this.
Expendable merchandise. Keep it.
Miss Berry.
Surely, that's not your real name.
Surely, it doesn't matter.
It matters a great deal, Miss Franklin.
Please don't. All exits are guarded.
Police? No.
Are you telling me Darryl sent you?
Darryl Jacobs. Where is he?
I don't know and I don't care.
I just don't want him to find me.
Look, I haven't even been home since he broke out.
Where is Becky, Miss Franklin?
If you want Becky and Darryl, there's only one way.
Where is Becky? Please.
My way.
How do I know I can trust you?
Well, I was about to ask the same question, but I don't have a choice.
I want Darryl caught. You seem like my best shot.
I believe there's a phone here.
Yes.
Hi, Darryl.
Yeah, hiya, Darryl.
We kind of thought you'd get a big kick out of this.
You set me up.
Why not? The kid was practically dead when she got to my place.
I've been hiding her ever since.
You really did think she'd still be here, didn't you?
Just like you left her.
Becky, please, I didn't have a choice.
I couldn't bring you to the hospital.
I would've had to give them an explanation.
Sorry I made it back to Diana's and messed your plans up.
Now, don't be crazy. I'm happy as hell that you're alive, honey.
Yeah, that's right. Now you're only guilty of attempted murder.
Attempt...
I was scared, Becky.
Yeah, so was I.
Begging the man that you love not to leave you, and him just yelling at you to shut up!
Covering up the car.
Scary.
And shuffle, ball change, and hitch, kick, cluck.
And shuffle, ball change, and hitch, kick, cluck,
and tour jeté, and tour jeté and cluck, cluck, cluck.
Why don't you guys take five?
Hi.
You teaching now?
Donnie's letting me do this till he has a performing job for me.
What's going on?
Becky.
Your father's still here.
Why?
We said our goodbyes two days ago.
He agreed that nothing has changed about my being on my own.
A lot has changed. I think you're gonna need all the support you can get.
Carol has news about my problem?
At least let your dad become a part of what's going on.
Tell him I'll call him tonight.
No.
I think you should talk to him now.
I just got word, Becky, and it's pretty serious.
You are going to be formally charged.
You can't take care of it?
No.
On your own, right?
I decided to stick around in case you need something.
Do I have to go somewhere now?
Tomorrow.
Yeah.
I got to get back to work.
Do you have lunch plans?
Me? No.
Me either.
Are you going to be staying here for a while?
Just try and stop me.
And shuffle, ball change, and hitch, kick, cluck.
And tour jeté and tour jeté,
and cluck, cluck, cluck.
Jack, she's gonna be okay.
Okay?
Look at her.
She's terrific.
And cluck, cluck, cluck.