Empire Records Page #2

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- It seems like a viable option.

I swear to God,

if you're fooling with me, I will kill you.

- A.J., I need another closer.

- I opened, man.

Come on. I wouldn't ask...

but I have got no choice.

I can close.

Yeah, I can close. It's cool.

They just raised my rent,

so I could use the money.

Damn the man!

Oh, God, I am in hell!

You think it's possible for someone to be in

love with someone else and not even know it?

In this life,

there are nothing but possibilities.

That's good.

I must tell Corey I love her by 1:37.

That's an excellent time.

You did have hair

when you went in there, right?

It's still in the sink if you want to glue it.

Is it true you committed

the perfect crime?

Not entirely perfect.

You see that, man?

- What's with you today?

- Bad hair day.

No, I mean with this. What is this?

- What happened?

- I went to rock and roll heaven...

and I wasn't on the guest list.

Now please move, I have to go to work.

No. Now you tell me what is going on!

I decided I'd rather kill myself than meet

Rex Manning. Excuse me, I'm going.

Listen to me, this isn't funny.

I'm not joking.

I won't let you leave

until you tell me what's going on.

- Mind your own business.

- She's fine.

She's amazing.

Thank you.

She's in the store.

She's going to be okay.

What's with you?

Yesterday you were normal...

today you're like the Chinese guy

from The Karate Kid.

What's with you today?

What's with "today" today?

I don't know.

Why'd you do that?

I'm just your typical nutty teenager

in America.

Before you hear all about it...

That's supposed to be a joke, right?

No. You're the joke.

Well, Sinead O'Rebellion...

shock me, shock me, shock me

with that deviant behavior.

That is so clever. You get smarter

the shorter your skirt gets.

And you get smarter

the shorter your hair gets...

so it's probably a good thing

you went with that.

- It's a wonderful look for you, darling.

- Thank you.

I have to go to the bathroom.

I want to report a robbery.

No, I will not hold...

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Veto!

What's up with that?

It's too early.

It makes the customers all crazy-like.

That's the whole point.

Eddie!

What's up, dude?

I heard your music playing.

- That's pretty scary stuff.

- Yeah, it was moshy.

I'm glad to say I made you

a tape last night, for educational purposes.

Here's the deal.

You start off with a little classical music.

Then you got some Shaggs on there,

and Residents...

- and a little Floyd and Zeppelin.

- Floyd is very cool.

And another very cool thing is,

I made you these.

They're my special recipe

and you know what that means.

Lots of sugar.

You got to understand something here.

This music is the glue of the world.

It holds it all together. Without this...

life would be meaningless.

Dude, have you heard about Lucas?

Lucas, man, I heard you went to Vegas

and married a mobster's wife...

and now you've got a hit on you.

Is that true?

Not entirely true.

Outlaw Man, we salute you.

Thank you.

- No problem.

- This song goes out to our employee of the week, Lucas.

A little tribute, man.

What the hell's this?

"Rules and standards

for Music Town employee conduct"?

Put these in the boxes.

- Music Town? We're not a Music Town.

- No, we're not a Music Town...

yet.

Isn't Music Town a chain?

- "No gum chewing will be allowed inside the store"?

- They're turning us into a Music Town?

- Why didn't you tell us?

- Because I was trying to stop it.

What do you mean?

I got enough money to make Mitch an offer.

He was going to make me a partner.

I could have bought him out, eventually.

You were going to buy Empire?

- That's a good thing, right?

- That'll be fantastic.

Do you think it'll happen now?

I must pay for what Mr. Brilliant did.

- It's over, kids, okay?

- Mitchell is the man.

And "the man" calls all the shots.

Damn the man.

Let me explain it to you.

Mitchell's the man, I'm the idiot...

and you're the screw-up,

and we're all losers.

Welcome to Music Town.

"No visible tattoos."

"No revealing clothing."

We're both screwed.

At least you're used to it.

No, Debra, don't be bitter.

With your ever-growing collection of...

flesh-mutilating silver appendages...

and your brand-new

neo-Nazi boot-camp makeover...

- the boys will come running.

- Let's not fight, let's just rip.

But we mustn't dwell.

No, not today.

We can't!

Not on Rex Manning Day.

Is it okay if I leave the couch,

'cause I'm leaving the couch, okay?

My ass has fallen asleep.

I've got to go. I'm leaving.

- I notice you didn't leave the couch.

- Not the whole couch.

I've decided I'm going to start a band.

Really?

First thing you need is a name.

Then you'll know what kind of band it is.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I was thinking of "Marc."

What do you think?

Is that with a "c" or a "k"?

My name is with...

a "k."

So I was thinking

maybe my band could be with a "c"...

so that way it's a psychedelic trip thing.

Always play with their minds.

Nice selection.

- Help you with anything?

- No, I'm all right.

- You like music?

- Yeah.

Me, too.

The fat man walks alone.

What's up?

What are you, some kind of weirdo?

It's a big coat you're wearing.

Lots of pocket room.

See you.

I'm sure I'll bump into you.

Shoplifter!

Isn't it customary to leave the scene

after committing a crime?

Definitely an amateur.

Attention, Rex Manning fans, to your left...

you will notice a shoplifter

being chased by the night manager.

This young man will be caught...

deep-fried in a vat of hot oil,

and served to our first 100 customers.

Just another tasty treat

from the gang at Empire Records.

Sh*t.

- He cut it too short.

- No, it's fine. Really.

It's fabulous.

Oh, God.

Look at this place!

There is no gig too small, all right?

Middle America buys your records.

We got a lot of fans waiting.

This is Joe Reaves

from the Empire Records store.

We have a shoplifter in custody.

How old are you?

Old enough to kick your butt through your skull

and splatter your brains on the wall.

He's a juvenile.

What's your name?

Warren Beatty.

Okay, stand up.

Hold these against your chest,

stand against the wall.

Let them photograph you.

Why don't you shove them up your ass?

Because it would hurt a lot, Warren.

Take him over there.

And they said no revealing clothing,

didn't they?

I think Music Town is actually torn

on the revealing garment issue.

I think so.

Revealing clothing.

Gina, would you get dressed.

Turn that down.

A.J., up on the roof. Fix the sign.

Take the photograph.

Music Town. I can handle Music Town.

Welcome to Music Town.

May I service you?

Gina...

get dressed. Corey, work.

You must be Joe Reaves.

You must be Jane.

Me, Joe. You, Jane.

Shut up, Warren.

- This is Rex Manning.

- Pleased to meet you.

We all love the new album.

Good for you.

What's he doing here?

Let me introduce you.

This is Gina. This is Corey.

Lucas, A.J...

and Warren.

I'm Rex. Great to be here.

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