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Man: Where am I?
Oh.
Home.
( sighs )
Home. ( breathing deeply )
Bed's kind of hard.
Oh, what a night.
Woman: Time to wake up.
Winston: No.
Woman: Come on, Winston.
Winston, get up, sleepyhead.
Just a few more minutes, Mom.
Okay?
( truck horn blares )
- ( woman laughing ) - Winston: Huh?
What?
- ( music playing ) - ( cat meowing )
( cat meowing )
Hey, kid, I hope you put it in a safe place.
- The money. - What?
Money.
Do I know you?
Oh, very funny.
( Winston grunting )
You're a great comedian.
Now, don't tell me, you can't remember.
Remember?
Remember.
I can't remember anything.
Listen, kid...
Do yourself a favor.
Get lost.
Just don't hang around, you sabe?
Excuse me, um...
do you know where we are?
Well, the way I look at it, it's not where you are,
but where you're going.
Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I'm too smart.
I should be in another business.
A stockbroker, yeah, a stockbroker.
I could buy this building here.
Do a little paint job...
Maybe even become a distributor.
Ooh, I could do wonders.
Berlin.
Hold it!
Sir!
I'm not from around here.
Okay.
( music playing )
( snoring )
Man: Damn bug over there.
( swats )
Excuse me.
Miss?
Ma'am, excuse me, cou--
( coughing )
( buzzing )
( yells )
Help you?
Uh, yeah.
A coffee.
Coffee and a doughnut, please.
Excuse me, could you tell me where this is?
I mean, where we are exactly?
It's just that I don't know where I am.
I know that sounds strange, but--
Phone company's got information.
Here we got doughnuts and coffee.
You want doughnuts and coffee, fine!
You want information, try 411.
Oh!
Ow!
You want a bib, too?
No, sorry.
The coffee was hot.
Mother: Let it cool first, dear.
Quiche retains heat longer than most foods.
Damn it!
Watch your language at the table, son.
No, he's just nervous about tonight.
I am not.
It's okay to be nervous.
After all, she's the prettiest girl in school.
I'm not nervous.
Of course, you're not.
You've had dancing lessons
Dancing?
The prom, the prom!
What did you say?
I said it's none of your business. Period.
Brother: I mean, dig it, Tara Mitchell,
captain of the Pep Squad.
Homecoming Princess.
Galleria Teen Model of the Month,
five months running.
And then there's you.
After three years of high school you've worked your way up
to Vice President of the Astronomy Club.
She asked me to go out to the prom with her.
I'm going.
That's all you need to know.
Look, bud, pay up.
50 for the joe, two bits for the sinker.
My wallet!
Hey, Spike!
Got a guy out here looking to tennis shoe his tab.
It's okay, Spike, no problem.
Parking?
( girl laughing )
Hi, Winston.
Hi, Lisa.
( Lisa laughing )
Tara's waiting for you. ( giggling )
Good.
- Hi. - Oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell.
I'm Winston Connelly.
I'm here to take Tara to the Junior/Senior prom.
( girls laughing )
Mr. Mitchell: That's your car, son?
Winston: Uh, yes, it is.
I mean, uh, it belongs to my dad.
Man: Your dad?
Yeah.
He let me use his car tonight.
What, you lose the keys?
I guess I must have.
Well, hey.
I got a master key.
Really? Will it work on my dad's car?
Sure.
It works great on all kinds of cars.
That's a pretty bitching stereo in there.
- It's not that good. - Yeah?
I don't know.
Yeah, check it out, huh.
- Great, thanks a lot. - Whoa.
Like, how you going to start it, man?
Bingo.
This is me.
Hey, don't sweat it, man, it's cool.
- My name is Danny Boy. - Winston.
Winston?
That's pretty weird name, dude.
( engine revs )
Oh, great!
You've saved my life.
- Really, thanks a lot! - No problem.
Hey!
Come back!
That's my dad's car!
Hey, what's all the noise, man?
Hey, I remember you.
Yeah, you're the dude with the red Mustang, right?
Yeah.
Here's your keys, man.
You promised me five bucks if I kept my eye on it.
I did?
You got money, right?
Tara: Do you have any money, Winston?
Hi, Tara.
( sighs ) Don't hi me, Winston.
I asked if you have any money.
Yes, I have money.
Enough for me to get a cab home in case you get weird?
I won't get weird.
It's $17.90.
I called Yellow Cab this afternoon.
And I know we're going to have a great time.
( sighs )
Look, Winston, we both know what the deal is, right?
I mean, I lost the bet with Lisa,
and because I lost this bet,
I have to go to the biggest dance of the year with, uh...
well, with someone I wouldn't normally go with.
But hey, that's just the way it goes.
I mean, now, after all,
if our team had beaten Madison High,
it would be Lisa going to the prom with you.
Well,
I...
I guess what I'm trying to say is that...
I can handle it. ( chuckles nervously )
Well,
that's good.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
But...
please don't make it any harder on me with chitchat
about what a swell time we're gonna have, okay?
Will you excuse us a moment, please, honey?
- Oh, of course, Daddy. - Young man.
Oh, my God.
I told her gambling would get her into trouble.
And I'm convinced that deep in her heart,
she knows how sordid it is,
betting with human lives.
Actually, sir, I'd like to look at this as a normal date.
I know you would, Winston.
That's why I'm going to tell you
the same thing that I tell, you know,
all the regular guys that she goes out with.
Since her mother died, Tara's all I got.
I'm real proud of her.
Sure, she's spoiled and...
I guess she's got me wrapped around her little finger,
but if anything happened to her,
I don't know what I'd do.
I know one thing though.
I would sure hate to be the one I did it to.
- ( gulps ) - ( thunder breaking )
Might be a storm coming, son.
Better play it safe and have her home by midnight.
Yes, sir.
I won't be here, I have to go on duty.
- Can I trust you, Winston? - You bet.
Midnight.
Oh, God.
The girl, what happened to her?
What girl?
The girl I came with.
-Oh, the chick in the party dress? -Yeah!
I didn't take her home, say, around 10 to 11, did I?
I mean, and then come back here or something, maybe?
Man, there's only $4.25 here.
Please, man!
If I didn't take her home, her old man's gonna kill me.
Yeah?
Before or after Tito?
Are you going to tell me or I have to ask?
( speaking foreign language )
Look, all I know is that
Tito is supposed to have it out with you at sunrise
over on Beacon Street.
Something about a bad business deal and something you said.
( yelling ) I don't even know anybody named Tito.
( screams )
Okay.
That's probably not a here nor there at this point. Uh...
My friend, what makes you think that I am the one
Tito is supposed to have it out with
at sunrise on Bacon Street?
- Beacon Street. - Beacon Street, right.
Well, I heard it was some cracker
in a white coat and a pink carnation.
Well, maybe it was some other dude
in a white coat and pink carnation.
You better hope.
( whistles )
( phone ringing )
Mitchell.
Collect?
Yeah, okay, I'll accept.
( high-pitched voice ) Oh hi.
Listen, I tried calling Tara,
but there was no answer.
I was wondering have you heard from her,
like, after she got back from the prom?
What are you talking about?
Who is this?
Winston.
( normal voice ) I mean, Lisa.
( high-pitched voice ) I mean, Lisa.
It's you, you son-of-a--
Uh, I'll call back later.
Hey,
Lisa.
You, uh,
you want to party?
( music playing )
Hey!
Excuse me.
Hey!
It's my father's car!
Hey!
( grunts )
( police car radio )
Wait, hey.
Wait!
Officers, officers, I need help.
Stop, stop.
Wait!
You gotta help me!
I don't know what I'd do.
I have to go on duty, so I won't be here.
Can I trust you, Winston?
Uh...
nothing.
Just, um, have a nice day.
Night, I mean.
Yeah.
( sirens blaring )
Tara: Winston, we should get back on the freeway.
Winston: It'd probably just jam up again.
Then we'd be stuck in traffic.
Tara: I'd feel better on the freeway, honestly.
Winston: Everything's okay.
Don't worry.
We're totally lost, aren't we?
Look, I mean, sooner or later we'll come to the ocean,
Then we hang a right up Pacific Coast Highway,
and zip up to Marina Del Rey.
All we have to do is keep heading west.
We're probably already practically there.
( horn honking )
Man: I'm talking about for the future.
So.
What's in the box?
A little something I picked up for you.
For me?
( laughing )
It's a little owl, and its eyes wiggle.
( chuckles )
Well, I, I really couldn't.
I know you're thinking, "A little owl? Pretty stupid,"
but actually, it's kind of practical.
It's a refrigerator magnet.
You know, you can tack up notes to, like, your dad.
You know, "Sorry Dad, I gotta go out.
I won't be home till later."
You know, stuff like that.
- A refrigerator magnet? - Yeah.
Oh, Winston, didn't you take general science?
Oops.
We're on the wrong side of the--
♪ Way ♪
♪ Over there ♪
♪ Music is alive ♪
♪ I want to go ♪
♪ Where the music is alive ♪
♪ Way over there ♪
♪ Where the music is alive ♪
♪ I want to go ♪
♪ Where the music is alive ♪
♪ Alive, alive, alive, alive, alive ♪
♪ You know the feeling... ♪
Hey honey, come on.
Get rid of that snatch and let's...
♪ Some thought you were a machine ♪
♪ Some thought you were a machine... ♪
Oh, my God
( music playing )
Uh...
What if we shine on the prom?
Maybe go to a movie instead?
Let me know if you see a taxi cab.
You hungry?
I'm not kidding, Winston, look for a cab!
You know, we're probably missing out
on some really good ethnic food.
I'm sure that if we just looked around--
- ( screams ) - It's not that bad.
( whimpers )
( screams )
- Just ignore him. - Roll up the window!
Ow!
Don't let him know that you're frightened.
Winston!
Put your hands on the wheel!
Winston, take the wheel!
Put your hands on the wheel!
Next corner, roll down the window!
Check!
Now!
Turn right!
( groans )
Hey man, can you, like, loan us a few bucks for bus fare?
Ah, gee, sorry.
I bought some information with my last $4.25.
What the hell do you call this?
Hey, honest, I didn't know that was in there.
- This is a rented outfit and-- - Shut up!
- $1,400! - I think I'm gonna kill you.
Tito?
Say what?
Tito.
I mean, I-I-I thought...
Is this--is this Tito's money?
It could be, I guess.
Whoa.
You tell Tito, we didn't take none of it, huh?
Right.
Go ahead, count it.
- Count it, count it. - That's okay, I trust you.
Then everything's cool, right, man, cool?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, all right, maybe we'll run into you sometime at the,
- the Rat's Nest Bar. - Yeah, the Rat's Nest.
You and Tito!
( men arguing )
Money, money, money, money.
Credit card.
Tara: Look where we are, Winston.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe it!
Somehow that guy got my wallet when he grabbed me.
And knowing that, you promised the parking lot attendant,
$5 which belonged to me, to watch the car?
It was almost out of gas.
I couldn't just leave it out on the street.
But look, look, Tara, I have this great idea.
I know how we can get some money for a taxi.
You have credit cards, right?
Forget it!
It's done all the time, Tara.
We just go in here, ask them to fill out a credit card slip
like we were buying something,
only instead, we get the cash.
We can get a taxi
or a limo, if you want it.
I'll pay you back on Monday, I promise.
- Winston? - Yeah?
I have some change.
I think I'll call my dad.
No!
We don't have to bother your dad.
Excuse us.
( exhales )
( sign buzzing )
Bouncer: Come here!
♪ If you want a really good time ♪
♪ Huh ♪
Don't say a word, Winston.
Let's just get the money, okay?
I don't want to stay here until we get murdered.
You know,
you're probably safer here than at the prom.
I doubt it.
It's a known fact that 90% of all the people murdered
are murdered by somebody they know.
You know anybody here?
- No. - See?
( music playing )
♪ Put your foot on the dot ♪
♪ Let me see what you got ♪
♪ Give me something red ♪
♪ Get your baby's head ♪
♪ If it turns you on ♪
♪ Give up your arm ♪
♪ If you see your type of thing ♪
♪ And you let her know you want it ♪
♪ If you see your type of thing ♪
♪ And you let her know you want it ♪
♪ Put your foot on the dot ♪
♪ Let me see what you got ♪
♪ Be up ♪
♪ Don't you want anymore ♪
♪ We be funkin' over here ♪
♪ Over there ain't it ♪
♪ We be funkin' over here ♪
♪ Over there ain't it ♪
♪ We be funkin' over here ♪
♪ Over there ain't it ♪
♪ We be funkin' over here ♪
♪ Over there ain't it... ♪
Excuse me.
- Do you take credit cards? - What?
( yelling ) Do you take...
- ( music stops ) - ...credit cards?
Man over sound system: I do.
( laughing )
Do you take credit cards?
What kind?
Huh? Oh, uh...
Visa.
Sure.
They're real easy to sell. ( laughing )
Well.
There goes my credit rating.
Excuse me.
Sir? Oh, sorry.
Woman: You just don't know how to show your feelings.
Bartender?
- Sorry, excuse me. - Woman: I'm talking about
- you and me, you know. - Bartender?
I think you misunderstood what I said.
What I meant was,
does this place accept credit cards?
Hell, no, man!
There's too many stolen ones floating around!
Look kid, let me get you a drink.
What'll you have?
Uh, Ginger ale.
And?
Tequila?
Tequila. Tequila.
( bartender laughing )
- So, uh-- - Before...
you say or do anything,
I just want you to know that I happen to be a minor.
That's okay.
My first wife was a truck driver.
She's dead now.
It's on me.
It's for the... ( laughing )
Woman: Hey, boy.
What?
I wouldn't drink that if I was you.
Yeah, well, you're not me.
I'm glad of that.
( burps )
Winston: Hello?
I didn't think I'd see you again.
Yeah, me too.
I mean see you again.
I knew I'd see me again.
I assumed--
It's me.
Rhonda.
- You don't remember, do you? - Remember what, exactly?
Man!
You really don't remember.
Well, it's a really good thing
that I'm not like a super emotional chick.
Remember what?
Well, drugs will do that to you, I guess.
Drugs?
I don't do drugs.
( laughing )
Ain't that some...
I know a lot of people who never did nothing
before they came in here.
You can't say I didn't warn you.
I wouldn't drink that if I was you.
( laughing )
What do you expect?
Oh,
my
God.
( music playing )
♪ Over there ain't here, it's a party over here ♪
♪ Over there ain't here, it's a party over here... ♪
Winston?
Man: Over there, over there.
Winston?
Man: Over there, over there.
Uh-oh.
Be... right back.
Telephone.
Stay away from ginger ale and tequila.
It's a bitch.
Yes, could I please speak to Captain Paul Mitchell?
No, Mitchell!
M!
M as in Mickey Mouse!
( exhales )
Aa!
Oh.
Okay.
I'm okay.
What are you looking at?
No, don't put me on hold!
Hello?
( imitates gunshots )
Aah, you can't get me, you can't get me. Oh yeah?
( screaming )
Rhonda: Hey, Carmen, is that you?
I'll be out in a sec, okay?
( women laughing )
( speaking foreign language )
Hello?
Uh...
Is this the cloak room?
Hello?
Is anyone here?
( laughing )
I know what they call it, Duke,
but you don't actually blow! ( giggles )
Oh, wow!
Band leader!
But we had something so special.
Excuse me.
Are we going to talk,
or are we going to rock?
- Oh man. - White guy.
Whoa!
( squealing ) That sounds impossible, Duke.
I don't think I could do that.
Excuse me.
As you can see, I don't really belong here,
and I need to use this phone.
Hold that thought, Duke.
Uh...
Do you have a quarter?
Thanks.
This is a private call.
Do you have another-- ( gasps )
Don't worry, it's me.
Winston Connelly.
Do you like my glasses?
I just got them.
- Operator? - You're safe now.
I shot them.
This is an emergency, Operator?
Yeah!
Hey, you wanna dance?
What I want, Winston, is I want out of here,
- and I want out now! - Why?
Don't you know how to dance?
Yes, I know how to dance!
Well, great!
So do I!
I've had lessons.
( music playing )
It looks like fun.
♪ Get up on your camel and ride... ♪
Winston.
Winston, I, Winston!
- Winston! - Come on.
Sorry.
Whoa, you okay?
Here you go.
No, hey, come on!
Winston, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life.
All right! Let's rock.
Five, six, seven, eight.
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
Winston!
Come on.
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
You're doing great.
♪ Your feet's on speed, mind's on fast ♪
♪ Stepping on the breaks, but you're pumping on the gas ♪
♪ Tell me, whatcha gonna do, how you gonna act ♪
♪ I don't think you heard me ♪
♪ I said, your feet's on speed, mind's on fast ♪
♪ Stepping on the breaks, and your pumping on the gas ♪
♪ Tell me what you're gonna do, how you gonna act ♪
( crowd cheering )
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
Man: Yeah!
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
♪ Let me tell you now ♪
♪ Wait a minute ♪
( crowd cheering )
♪ Get on down ♪
Winston: You're doing great
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me girl, don't rush me girl ♪
♪ Take your time, old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me girl, don't rush me girl ♪
♪ Dooby-Dooby-Doo, take your time ♪
( screaming )
Hey, don't you be putting no snake on me!
- Oh, that was pretty weird. - ( laughing )
Tara: This is scary.
No problem, I'm okay.
Wow!
Okay!
- Mm-mm-mm. - Hey, it's you!
Hi, could you excuse us for just a minute?
Bye.
Now, listen, kid.
Was that always there?
Look, most of the girls around here belong to Tito.
- Tito? - Yeah, Tito.
And he is pretty intense where his ladies are concerned.
Tito... Schmito! ( laughs )
Listen,
if I start acting stupid,
tell me, okay?
- Hi. - Crowd: Hi.
How y'all doing tonight, good?
Crowd: Yeah.
Listen, you know
you got a guy around here named Tito.
( cheering )
All right, Tito, all right!
But, hold it, hold it, hold it, wait, wait!
But hold it.
I gotta tell you something about Tito.
The man
is dumb!
Winston: What, where's your sense of humor?
( Winston groaning )
Bouncer: Tito wants to see you at dawn!
On Beacon Street, you be there!
Winston: Who is this guy Tito, exactly?
Tito?
( music playing )
He's a big guy.
Fingers in everything.
Well, mostly he's a pimp.
He runs a bunch of girls.
Pretty tough?
Are you kidding?
Listen, it really took a lot of nerve
for you to come back here, considering.
Well, he's gotta know I was just kidding.
Yeah, but don't forget, he was already pissed off at you.
I mean, you never told him you girl's dad was a cop.
What does that have to do with anything?
You should have told him that before you sold her to him.
What?
Sold her to him.
He gave you $1,500.
( crashes )
- Yeah. - Oh God.
I got to confess, I was pretty shocked myself.
- Oh, God. - Weird.
I mean,
her old man being a cop,
and her being a hooker.
( speaking foreign language )
That's life, I guess.
Winston: I didn't sell her to anybody.
Yes, you did.
It was just before they threw your ass out.
You were telling me you needed some money,
remember?
What the hell.
Maybe you guys could help us.
I mean, this guy has a problem.
You bet.
I got this girl,
and I need some money, like fast!
And she wants to work?
She works at the mall, I know.
Check her out.
Chula.
What exactly do you want?
A little action, maybe.
( scoffs ) "And just what do you mean by action?" she asked.
You are smart.
Always make the John spell it out.
John who?
Let's say a grand.
All right, $1,300.
1,300 what?
$1,500, that's it!
Tito goes no higher.
You tell Tito
$2,000.
$1,800.
$1,900.
- $1,800. - $1,700.
$1,600?
$1,500.
It's a deal.
All right, got a deal.
All right! ( laughs )
$1,500 what?
Whoa,
bucks-o-rama!
Who is this guy, Monty Hall?
Man: Pal.
You sold her too cheap.
I would have given you twice as much.
Rhonda: And personally, I think you could have gotten
- $3,000, too. - Oh God.
Something wrong?
Nothing, it's, um...
It's just that
I was supposed to have her home by midnight,
and instead
I sold her to a pimp.
Well,
look at it this way.
You made $1,500.
In the first place, I only got $1,400.
And in the second place,
she's not a hooker in the first place!
- She's not? - No!
She's a cheerleader
and the junior class treasurer
and a member of the Young Republicans.
Then why did you sell her to Tito?
I got a feeling this is not
the last time I'm gonna hear that question.
Well, uh,
I got to go. ( chuckling )
- Ladies must live, you know. - Wait!
What am I going to do?
Find her, I guess.
Just go out on the street and ask around.
I can't do that.
I wouldn't know how.
That's right.
You're from the suburbs where people do things for you.
See, around this part of town,
you have to do it for yourself.
You're much more together than you think you are, Winston.
I know.
Winston: Tara!
Sure, just go out and find her.
We're only talking about 400 square miles of city.
- ( tires squeal ) - Watch the dress, bud!
Okay, take it easy!
This happens to be 100% silk!
Somebody is gonna pay for this!
And in a major way!
Tara!
Ask around.
Who's around to ask at 4:30 in the morning?
( man speaking Spanish )
Um, information, por favor.
- Donde esta Tara Mitchell? - ( speaking Spanish )
- The prom! - ( speaking Spanish )
La prom-a?
Crap!
- ( speaking Spanish ) - ( neighbors laughing )
( music playing )
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey, that's my father's car!
That's my car!
It's mine!
Hey!
( music fades )
Say hey, bro!
What it is?
I was wondering if you could help me out.
One dude to another?
Get your honky ass out of here.
You bet, Jim, you bet.
But first I got to find my lady.
My main squeeze.
You know what I'm saying?
And I was wondering if you've seen her around.
Okay.
The cops are like totally after me.
- Just be cool. - Cool.
Just be cool.
Just act like nothing's going on.
- ( tires screech ) - ( siren blares )
Winston: Oh, God.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
Get your hands over your head! Now!
I confess, I did it!
I took drugs and sold her to a pimp.
Drop them, man,
or I'll splatter Mr. White Bread all over the street!
Winston: Excuse me, officers?
Is there some reason we're hesitating on this?
In the car!
Now!
Cop: Just take it easy, son, take it easy.
Don't give me that son crap!
( woman speaking over radio )
What's up, Willis?
A couple of jive ass cops, man!
Goddarn!
Where did he come from?
- The valley! - Shut up!
( grunting )
Winston: Since I, uh,
didn't have anything to do with this--
Willis: I don't know why we even
ripping off toy stores!
I'm not going to jail, Willis, I'm not going to jail
for knocking over no two-bit toy store, man.
Be cool.
You guys can let me off anywhere along here.
Damn!
Lose them in the factories, man!
Excuse me!
( siren blaring )
Could you--
( screams )
Uh, hey...
My dad's car!
Hey, watch the short, homeboy!
Oh, God!
( siren blaring )
( engine revving )
( Winston screaming )
( banging on door )
Now, what was it exactly you said you wanted, Bro?
Willis: We got a problem, my man.
Yeah, caught us some white bread down here
right in the middle of our action, brother.
Yeah. What I need you to do is, you know, check him out.
Check him out, you know.
Right, right.
So...
You guys rob toy stores.
We don't rob toy stores, ordinarily.
You said this chick is wearing a pink party dress?
Yeah.
About 5'5" with brown hair?
Yeah, that's her, that's her!
- Gal Baby's. - ( laughing )
What's a Gal Baby's?
That's whore house over on Boyle and Eighth.
( laughing )
♪ Got to ♪
♪ Got to have ♪
- Do that head thang.
♪ We got to ♪
Excuse me.
Excuse me, um.
Is it possible to go any faster?
Hey, we getting there.
We'll get another speeding violation this year.
Say, my man.
How did you happen to lose your old lady anyway?
Well, it's sort of hard to explain.
Somehow I got to mixed up with this guy named Tito.
( tires screech )
Willis: Later on for you, white trash.
- TV announcer: ...779.88! - ( snoring )
It's tough to beat this, a new Pete Ellis Ram conversion
priced at $11,988, plus a $500 factory rebate.
I'm blowing up the inventory for the best deals in town,
and that's the truth.
♪ Pete Ellis Dodge Long Beach Freeway ♪
♪ Firestone exit, Southgate ♪
Man On TV: This is certainly no place for a woman.
Woman On TV: I quite agree with you there.
( woman screaming in distance )
( clears throat ) Hi.
I'm looking for a girl in a prom dress who--
Beat it, kid.
( woman crying )
( woman sniffling )
God, Tara.
I'm so sorry.
( sneezing ) What?
Oh, my God.
Oh, hey,
you can't just be walking in here.
You gotta see Gal Baby first.
The lady downstairs?
I saw her.
Great.
God, you're young.
Winston: This is a great dress.
Where did you get it exactly?
Oh.
Me and my mom went shopping for it.
It's my first formal dress,
and it's my first real date.
- What, you mean, like, for real? - Yeah.
It belonged to this girl that was working for this guy.
Tito?
- You know Tito? - What happened to the girl?
Tito found out her old man was like the chief of police,
or something, so he sold her.
Sold her?
Again?
He sold--
- To who? - I don't know.
Look, I gave one of Tito's guys 10 bucks for this dress
'cause I had this great kind of first date idea, but
I don't want any trouble.
If Tito wants the dress back--
How much did Tito get for her?
Three grand.
( billiard balls colliding )
I know who's got her!
Just take the damn dress.
Winston: It's that guy who was shooting pool!
What the hell?
Hey, hey!
Next time, kid, you see me first!
Hey, you got that?
- Excuse me! - Oh, no!
Sir, wait!
Wait, sir!
Please sir, I need a ride!
No, no, no forget it, amigo.
I've places to go.
Please, it's a life or death situation!
What does this look like to you, pendejo,
some kind of taxi?
I have money, I'll pay!
You don't have that much money!
So, what are we going to do,
just drive around, or what?
I'm looking for someone.
Okay.
- So, where does he hang out? - I don't know.
Then how we going to find him?
We're gonna ask around.
♪ People talk about me ♪
♪ I know they talk about me both night and day ♪
♪ But I said, Lord, please forgive them ♪
♪ And I go the other way ♪
♪ I smell ♪
♪ Trouble ♪
♪ Lord I smell trouble ♪
♪ And I mean ♪
♪ Oh, whoa, I smell trouble ♪
♪ Lord they just won't let me be ♪
♪ And from now on ♪
♪ I will not run and hide ♪
♪ I'm gonna face trouble with a smile ♪
♪ And oh, they pass me by ♪
♪ I smell ♪
♪ Trouble ♪
♪ Lord I smell trouble way up yonder ♪
♪ Up ahead of me ♪
♪ Lord, whoa, there's trouble ♪
♪ Lord, they just won't let me be ♪
Listen, there may be some trouble here.
- Oh, si? - Will you wait here for me?
Oh, sure, you bet.
Thanks a lot.
Don't worry about it, amigo.
♪ Oh, trouble ♪
( music playing )
You know a guy they call Cueball?
They say he lives up there.
That true?
Who wants to know?
Tito.
Oh, it's the first floor, third on the right.
First floor, third on the right.
Thanks.
Whoa, hey, how much are these?
Man: $19.95.
Hey!
Hey, dipshit, that's my door, you know.
I wanna know where the girl is, Cueball.
What girl, pal?
The girl.
I wanna know where she is right now.
You're a little too late, tough guy.
I sold her to this guy I know who exports.
Exports?
You think it's funny?
I think you're funny, pal!
Then laugh this off, curly!
Hold it, hold it, man, hold it.
Is that piece real?
What do you think?
I don't think so.
What the hell, no skin off my nose.
This guy name Fat Jack is picking her up
at a hotel on Burlington Wall.
Room 415.
Yo!
Hey, Dipshit!
I hope you get there in time!
Fat Jack, he likes to test out the merchandise
before he ships.
( laughing )
Damn!
Come on.
Whoa, whoa!
( screams )
Hey, you can't be doing that!
Hey.
This thing don't work.
Well, it work good for the man who owns it.
Yeah?
Jump back!
Hey, you, got an elevator in this dump?
If we had one, I ain't never seen it.
Watch your step, porky.
These floors are what you call antiques.
Tara,
Tara!
Tara: Well, it's about time.
Thank God.
Oh, no!
Oh, it's alright, Winston.
As you can see, modesty counts for nothing around here.
Uh...
Did they...
Did anything happen to you?
Well, let's see, um...
( clicks tongue ) I was kidnapped.
They stole my dress,
and I was driven over here in the trunk of a car.
Did you mean besides that?
Uh,
yeah.
No, that about covers it.
Listen, we gotta get out of here!
Ahem.
We've gotta get you loose!
There's a guy named Tito after me
and a guy named Fat Jack after you.
Do you have the keys?
No.
( wheezing )
Oh, Jesus.
Winston: Okay.
I'm going to try to take the bed apart.
( coughing )
Is there anything you can wear?
No, they gave me a tube top and a mini skirt.
It's better than nothing!
Winston, tube tops are out and the mini skirt is vinyl.
What was that?
( groans )
Damn termite-infested...
- Gotta think, gotta think. - What?
I'm gonna go in there and think.
You must be Fat Jack.
- How did you know? - Lucky guess.
You're gonna take a little trip, baby.
Gonna meet some guys in Morocco.
But first,
how'd you like to make it with me?
- Make it with you? - Yeah.
( laughs )
Say,
I wouldn't make it with you if you went out, lost two tons,
and came back with a bag over your head.
Well.
Don't knock it till you've tried it.
You're kidding, right?
I mean,
I've had half of the varsity football team come on to me,
and I didn't make it with any of them.
So, it, uh, it wouldn't be fair if I made it with you.
Right?
- Winston! - All right, asshole!
Tara: Don't clown around, okay!
Who's in the can?
Somebody who's gonna beat your brains out.
Winston: That's right!
- Right! - Oh, yeah?
Yeah!
How'd you like that, Bluto?
You shut up!
( grunts )
Tara: Don't let him go, Winston!
Somebody owns me a $300 dress, Cinderella,
and I get to pick it out!
You guys can sit on your taste!
( groaning )
( woman screaming in foreign language )
Okay, I give.
Toss me the vinyl mini-skirt.
This is for shit, man!
Oh, boy.
One last bolt.
Here.
Uh, Winston,
I just wanted to say
thanks,
you know, for showing up when you did.
You bust your ass all night trying to make a living,
then somebody drops a fat guy on you.
Tara,
there's, uh,
something I have to explain to you.
( shouting ) What in the...
Hey, you found her!
I told you you could do it.
Hi.
Explain what?
- About the kidnapping-- - Rhonda: You know,
I don't want to say nothing,
but a tube top really doesn't
look all that good with a bra.
Tara: Believe me, I know what looks good with what.
I've practically lived at the Galleria.
Yeah, well, listen, all I'm trying to say is this:
if you're gonna work the streets--
She's no hooker, Rhonda!
I told you I sold her by mistake!
You sold me, Winston?
Hey, you should be flattered.
Tito gave him $1,500.
I mean, pimps don't usually go that much.
You sold me
to a pimp
named Tito
for $1,500?
I only got $1,400.
You're gonna tell your dad.
Yes!
( bed poles banging )
Your ass is grass, buster, and Daddy is the lawn mower!
Tara: Sold?
I can't believe it! Sold?
-Sold? - Winston: Tara!
And into prostitution, no less.
Come on!
- At least let me help you. - Let go of that!
I can carry my own bed, thank you very, very much!
Come on, Tara!
- I'm sorry! - Turn blue!
- Hey, give me a break here! - Gee, am I overreacting?
Well, I guess being sold into prostitution
has made me a little edgy!
Or maybe it's the thought of almost losing my virtue
to the Goodyear blimp!
And then again, it could be simply
the sleazy feeling of vinyl against my skin!
You know what you are?
You are an egotistical, self-centered little brat!
That's terrific!
- Excuse me, sir. - Yeah!
Now, it's insults; pardon me, sir.
Do you win over a lot of girls this way, Winston?
I'm sorry, sir. We'll be out of your way
in just one moment.
All life means to you...
Excuse me.
All life means to you is good looks,
popularity, and credit cards!
Well.
Yeah, what can I say to that?
I am a product of my environment, Winston,
and I am getting back to my environment
just as fast as I can!
- Yeah? - Yes!
Well, me too!
Young love, what a kick.
Oh, my God.
People coming in here and messing up things.
I don't understand that.
- You know what your problem is? - You!
Hey!
Winston: You're always thinking about yourself!
- Not true! - ( scoffs )
Hey, what did y'all do to that bed?
Right now, I'm thinking about you, Winston!
I'm thinking about what's going to happen to you
- when my father gets his hands on you. - Hey, kid!
What do you want me to do, open on artery?
Rhonda: You'd better get out of here!
No, I don't want you to open an artery!
You wouldn't do it anyway!
You are exactly where you shouldn't be!
You know, stealing a bed ain't worth jail!
Hey, do you mind? We're having a private conversation here!
I put myself in what I consider to be
a fair degree of danger looking for you.
- Danger! - Yeah!
Oh, danger.
Well, I shudder to think what the vice president
of the Astronomy Club would call danger!
What did you do, jaywalk, or something?
Oh, yeah?
- Women! - What do you mean, women?
Come back with that bed, that's my bed!
I'm going to put you in jail about my bed!
Winston: Oh yeah?
Yeah, well, I flattened Fat Jack, didn't I?
With more than a little help from gravity!
Tell you what, kids, forget about the bed, bye.
Man: I see you got the bitch back.
I beg your pardon?
You've made a big mistake.
I beg
your
pardon!
You should have told me her old man was a pig.
- Pig? - Tara.
For your information, that stands for
pride, integrity and guts, buster!
Winston: Will you for just once in your life
please just shut up, shut up, shut up!
- Fine! - Fine!
- Fine.
- Look, Tito-- - Hey, boss.
This guy thinks I'm you.
I don't like that.
Makes you look like a hooker.
It's okay, I know this guy.
I'm not surprised.
Kid, hi!
Hi.
I, uh,
I guess I sort of made a fool out of myself.
Last night, I mean.
Yeah, sort of.
Hey, everybody had a good laugh.
Of course, I got insulted, but hey.
- Not every day is a Sunday. - Look, Tito,
I couldn't leave without her,
but now that I got her back, we'll just split.
It's too late.
I mean, God, it's not like if I didn't give you a chance.
Right?
It's too late, kid.
( gasps )
Shh.
Listen.
You hear that, asshole?
- That's your heart beating. - ( tires screeching )
( music playing )
Hey, Tito, what's happening, man?
Hey, where you been, dude?
Man, I've been driving around for the past three hours
trying to find you, man.
Hey, I know you.
Hey, yo, Tito, check it out, man.
I knew you're looking for one
- just like it. - Hey.
- Yeah? - Shut up.
All right.
Shit, Tito's my man.
Winston, that's your father's car.
Really?
Well, uh,
yeah.
But, you can have it.
Oh, gee,
thanks
( Winston groans )
Tara: Winston!
Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
Tara: Uhh!
Ow!
- God. - Hey!
Gunplay!
Winston: Get back, get back!
Tara, get in the car!
Winston, where did you get that gun?
Tara, get in the car!
Tara: Oh, I can't get the bed in the car!
- Here, Tara, cover them. - Oh.
I thought you said he wasn't packing!
He wasn't!
- Then what is that? - Hey, move the bed!
I don't think it's real.
God, all I wanted to do was go to the prom.
Maybe you're right.
- Go get it from her. - Winston: Point the gun!
Maybe it's real.
Whoa!
I told you it wasn't real.
Winston, did you know this gun's not real?
Yes!
Tara: You stuck those guys up with a fake gun?
Winston: We'll talk about it later, okay?
Yo, Tito, that dude's ripping off your car, man!
All right, Tito!
You know, Winston,
back there it was,
it was
almost like you risked your life for me.
Hold on.
Watch where you're driving, all right!
( Tara squealing )
When I get a hold of this kid,
I'm gonna bury him in concrete.
Watch it!
Construction Worker: Shit!
Well, I guess you could
call this a real growth experience.
I definitely feel I've grown.
- We got him now. - Yeah. ( chuckling )
All these streets dead end here.
Winston!
Listen, you let him get away, that's your tail!
Okay.
Whoo!
( chickens cackling )
( screaming )
I hate chickens!
♪ Oh yeah ♪
( both exhale )
( laughing )
Dispatcher over phone: Hello, Police Department,
- West Valley division. - Tara: Yes.
Could you please connect me with Homicide?
Tara,
it's not like everything didn't work out okay.
Hello, this is Tara Mitchell.
May I please speak to my father, Captain Paul Mitchell?
- I'm dead. - Listen Tara.
The deal was that you go to the prom.
- Yes, I know he's very upset. - He's upset?
You wouldn't happen to have a bullet-proof vest around,
- would you? - Daddy, hi.
Yes, Daddy, I know that you're angry,
and you have every right to be.
God, my life is flashing before my eyes.
I shouldn't have spent the night at Lisa's.
- What? - What?
But Daddy, it is partly your fault, too.
Now, did you check the answering machine?
No, you never do.
Well, yes I know, but occasionally
there is a message for you, Daddy.
Yeah, I'm at Lisa's.
Okay, bye.
- I-- - Tara?
Why did you do that?
- Shh. - Dial my house.
- Dial. - The whole point of this bet
was so that the loser had to be seen with a geek.
Now, going into some part of town
where they don't even know what kind of a geek he is...
( sighs ) No offense, Winston.
None taken.
Lisa: But, it defeats the whole purpose!
- Nice hairdo. You get FM on that? - Shh!
- Shut up, you jerk! - Shut up!
- Gosh. - Shh!
( machine beeps )
( yawns ) Hi Daddy.
I just got back from the prom,
but I had Winston take me to Lisa's house.
I'm gonna spend the night here.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Bye, Daddy.
Ta-da!
You know, it's awesome when you think about it,
being able to manipulate history like that.
You mean, you're not gonna tell your father
about getting sold to the pimp?
- You got sold to a pimp? - Or about Fat Jack?
- Fat Jack? - A total blimp.
- And he was the pimp? - No, he was the blimp.
Tito was the pimp.
Fat Jack was more of a white slavery guy, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, and that's why you're handcuffed
to half a bed headboard?
- Yeah. - Exactly.
Only, it use to be a whole bed headboard
until we went into the sewer.
You took Tara into a sewer?
Yeah, only for a couple of seconds.
Tara: Still, it was pretty gross.
Okay.
This sounds like maybe it would be as bad
as being seen at the prom with Winston.
Tara, not that I'm not grateful or anything,
but why did you do it?
You risked your life for me, Winston.
Nobody's over risked their life for me before.
- Oh, yuck! - ( gasps )
- Winston! - What?
My dad is oh his way over here to pick me up!
Yeah, so?
Girls: Winston!
He's a police officer.
He's trained to notice things like this!
Oh, ( chuckles ) right.
Do you have a saw?
I mean, I, like, totally don't believe it.
Now, you're, like, changing clothes in front of this guy?
I'm sorry, but I don't understand it.
Well, that's because you're a self-centered,
egotistical little brat.
- What? - Really.
I mean, all life is to you is good looks,
popularity, and credit cards.
Well, so?
( sawing )
How much longer, Winston?
About, uh, five minutes.
Okay.
Daddy, hi.
( sawing continues )
After I talked to you, I checked the machine at home.
Sure enough, there was a message for me.
Well, I hope you didn't worry too much, Dad.
Ow. ( chuckles )
What's wrong with your arm, honey?
Nothing,
at all,
now.
Here!
Ugh,
vinyl!
I guess I shouldn't ask how it went last night.
( tires screeching )
Don't worry, honey, I'll get rid of him.
Dad!
Hi, Tara.
- Mr. Mitchell. - Hey, Hot rod.
What the hell was that phone call this morning all about?
Well, I was trying to find Tara.
I mean, get Tara on the phone to tell her something.
Tell her what?
Well, uh...
I wanted to tell her that even though
she's a pain in the ass--
- What? - Hey, Mr. Mitchell, come on!
Don't tell me this is news to you?
Well.
No. No, it's not.
But even though she is, you know, a pain,
and apparently doesn't seem to care who knows it,
I still wouldn't want her to change much.
I guess what I'm trying to say is
I can handle it.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Take her straight home, Winston, and I'm not kidding.
I've had enough excitement for one night.
Me too.
♪ Get up on your camel and ride, ride ♪
Sorry.
♪ Get, get, get on down ♪
( tires screeching )
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Get up on your camel and drive, drive ♪
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Said your music's so fast ♪
♪ How you gonna dance ♪
♪ Pretty soon you'll be running out of gas ♪
♪ Tell me what you gonna do ♪
♪ How you gonna act? ♪
♪ Moving so fast ♪
♪ How you gonna dance? ♪
♪ Pretty soon you'll be running out of gas ♪
♪ Tell me what you gonna do ♪
♪ How you gonna act? ♪
♪ Take your time, baby boy ♪
♪ Dooby-Dooby-Doo, take your time ♪
♪ Get up, get up ♪
♪ Take some time off ♪
♪ Why you wanna hurry? ♪
♪ Feeling hurried, never speeding things up to last ♪
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me, girl don't rush me, girl ♪
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me, girl don't rush me, girl ♪
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me, girl don't rush me, girl ♪
♪ Take your time old baby boy ♪
♪ Don't rush me, girl don't rush me, girl ♪
♪ Feet's on speed, mind's on fast ♪
♪ Stepping on the breaks, but you're pumpin' on the gas ♪
♪ Tell me what you gonna do ♪
♪ How you gonna act? ♪
♪ I don't think you heard me ♪
♪ Feet's on speed, mind's on fast ♪
♪ Stepping on the breaks, but you're pumpin' on the gas ♪
♪ I said, your feet's on speed, mind's on fast ♪
♪ Stepping on the breaks, and you're pumping on the gas ♪
♪ Tell me what you're gonna do ♪
♪ How you gonna act? ♪
♪ Being in a hurry never speeded things up to last ♪
♪ Some time out ♪
♪ Take some time out ♪
♪ Take some time out, get up on your camel and ride ♪
♪ Take some time out ♪
♪ Get on down, take some time out ♪
♪ Take some time out ♪
♪ Get up on your camel and ride, take some time out ♪
♪ Take some time out ♪
♪ Being in a hurry never speeded things ♪