Slam Dance

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Great tune. That was

a request from my mom...

back in England.

And this is

Richard Blade on KSLM.

Let's go to the phones again

here on the Blade Line.

Give us a call with

your personal problems...

predictions,

and political beefs.

Hello. You're on the air.

We'll get back to you.

Now, let's go to our

next caller here at KSLM.

Hello. You're on the air.

lt's Cletus, man.

l'm in trouble again.

Oh, no. Not you, Cletus.

What's wrong now?

Man, l'm in the county jail.

So, what happened, Cletus?

There was this

chick, all right?

She was unbelievable.

She was on

the corner of Sunset.

So, what is it

you need, Cletus?

Give me some advice, Blade.

l need someone to get me out of

here, man.

Cletus, you're a lucky man...

because l got this friend

who plays a mean guitar...

and he's studying law,

and right now...

he's in county jail.

So, look for Pete. Cell 47.

He can get anyone out.

Wait. What's his name?

l'm sorry, Cletus.

We're out of time.

This is my only call, man.

Next caller, please.

Hello. You're on the air.

Hello.

l'm not the suspicious type...

Hold it, hold it.

This isn't me.

Did l fool you?

This is an answering machine.

Pretty nifty, huh?

So, if you wait for the tone...

l'll be happy to

pass it along to Drood...

whenever he comes home

or wakes up...

or whatever he does.

Are you ready?

Drood, pick up the phone.

l know you're there.

Pick up the phone, Drood!

Sh*t!

Helen--

Look, how many times

do l ask you to do me a favor?

l'm out the door.

No, no. Forget it.

Forget it.

l took her to school already.

Jeez. Listen,

l was up all night.

l don't even want

to hear about this.

This is exactly

the kind of thing...

l talked to you about.

l know!

And l was late.

l don't know what

to say. l gotta go.

Helen, l--

Hello.

Drood, this is Wilson.

Where is ''Drood's World?''

Hold it. This isn't me.

lt's my answering machine.

Sh*t.

Did l fool you?

Drood is unable to come

to the phone right now...

but if you'd

like to leave...

a nice little message...

just wait for the tone.

lt's deadline time.

Pick up the phone.

l've got better things to do...

than chase after you

all the time.

Drood?

Drood, if it isn't in my

hands by 4:
00, you're fired.

A**hole.

Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi!

Hi.

You sold it?

l can't believe it.

You sold it?

You're very hot

in certain circles...

right now, young man,

thanks to me.

Jimbo...

this is $500!

Stop!

This is a silk shirt.

And a great tie.

Who?

-Look, a guy--

-Who?

The guy was

real tasteful, OK?

He had dark glasses

and a white stick.

What do you care?

l sold it, didn't l?

Hey, Bean!

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, baby.

Listen, l'm sorry

about this morning.

Are you taking me

to your house?

No, honey. l just

stopped by to say hello.

Listen, what were you

doing over there?

Beating up a boy!

Feel my muscle.

Let's see.

That is excellent.

Hello.

May l help you?

l was just saying

hello to the kid.

l'm her father.

My name's Charles Drood.

We haven't met.

l'm Margaret Bell,

Elizabeth's teacher.

Who?

Oh, Elizabeth. Right.

We call her Bean.

Drood, show her your teeth.

You must be new here.

Do the teeth thing,

Daddy, please.

Oh, honey, l don't

think Miss Bell...

really wants

to be bothered.

Missus.

Mrs. Bell.

And actually, l'd like

to see this teeth thing.

l lost them

in a fight.

Your back teeth?

Daddy likes

to tell stories.

Mommy says he tells

stories all the time.

Blade Line. Let's go

to our next call.

Hello.

You're on the air.

You got to help me!

l'm calling you from a pit

where my house used to be.

Um, excuse me.

What's your name, sir?

My name's Ethan,

and you got to help me.

This UFO-thing, looked

like a big Buick hubcap...

come down, sucked up

my furniture with--

l don't know, some sort

of a hose or something.

Sucked up everything.

l went to get

the bowling trophies...

you know, it's

important to me...

to get my bowling trophies...

and, you're not gonna

believe it...

l come back, my family was gone.

What?

Bad move, Ethan.

Hi, Drood!

Oh, my God!

Drood!

That didn't hurt.

Arrest that kid.

Would you grow up?

Children, please!

How do you do it?

Do what?

Well, you walk in

and everything falls apart.

Helen, l got hit in the nuts...

with a f***ing rubber chicken.

Right, laugh.

l'm sorry.

l got to sit down.

Oh, come on.

What are you doing here, Drood?

l just...

l, l, l...

Helen, what do you think...

about you and l

getting back together?

Yes, l need--

l need a hand here.

So, which hand

would you like, sir?

Listen, don't fool around.

l'm trying to make a chicken.

So, you're--you're

into chickens?

-No. No.

-Oh, you're cooking? l'm sorry.

ls this chicken fully dressed?

l don't know, feathers

count as a dre--

God!

Mr. Drood?

My card.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here!

lt's OK.

Where is it,

Mr. Drood?

Where's what?

You got to tell us.

OK? OK?

l don't know what

you're talking about.

Where is it?

You got the wrong guy, here.

She gave you something.

-Who?

-Who?

Ha, who?

F*** this!

Let me get

back there!

Be just a few minutes,

Mr. Drood.

Thank you.

Anybody tell you to move?

l'm not--

Sit over here!

Look, l think--

Listen, l am not

supposed to be--

No one is.

Look, l...

You are making

a big mistake!

l'm going to kill

every f***in' guy in here.

You f***ed my wife?

What's her name?

Oh, no.

No! No!

Hold it!

Wait a second!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, which one of you guys

is Charles Drood?

l am.

So, you never saw either one of

these men before?

Nope.

And if you saw them again...

do you think you could

identify them?

Yeah, maybe.

Listen,

l don't know.

They didn't take

anything, right?

Nope. Nothing.

And you don't know

what they were after?

That it?

Not quite, Mr. Drood.

You see, your kidnapping

may be connected...

to a case that we're

investigating here...

in which you may be

considered a suspect.

A suspect for what?

Well, l have

to advise you that...

you have a right

to remain silent...

and have the services

of a lawyer...

but if you haven't done

anything wrong...

you've got nothing

to worry about...

and l can get you out of here...

a hell of a lot sooner.

l don't need a lawyer.

All right.

What can you tell me

about a girl named...

Yolanda Caldwell?

Nothing.

Nothing!

They just found her

body today, Mr. Drood.

You're supposed to say

you love me now.

''l would characterize

the relationship...

''as primarily sexual as l knew--

''as l never knew very much

about her private life...

''outside of our relationship--

''her marital status,

place of birth...

friends, et cetera''?

Right.

Weren't you curious?

She wouldn't tell me.

''The last time l saw her...

we had agreed

to go away together.''

No, l--l--l said that

l would meet her there. l...

l didn't exactly say

that l would go away with her.

''l never went to the station.''

Well, why not?

l don't know.

l didn't go!

l've got a wife.

l've got a kid!

l just didn't go, OK?

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