Oh, yeah.
All right, we'll be there in 20 minutes.
Fire at the carver movie theater last night --
Gutted the place.
Arson?
Assault in the parking lot around the same time makes them think so.
They'd like for us to assist.
Man, the carver's as much a part of Memphis as the peabody.
Saw my first Elvis movie there with my dad --
"Jailhouse Rock."
Anne Marie and I had a date there not two weeks ago --
Saw "Last Tango In Paris."
Sexy movie.
Made for quite an interesting night, if you know what I mean.
Thanks for the lasting image, Whitehead.
Excuse me.
Detective Hendricks, could I see you in my office?
Uh, the carver burned down.
Me and Whitehead are gonna go check it out.
Building's already burned. This'll only take a moment.
Meet you there.
Good luck.
Dwight, this is special prosecutor Hilliard Sherman
from the U.S. attorney's office.
Sorry to bother you at work, detective.
I wouldn't have if it wasn't very important.
Usually my office will just send a registered letter,
but I thought the gravity of the situation warranted --
Look, Mr. Sherman, I appreciate you
trying to put a front porch on this,
but let's just get right to why you're here.
The Louisiana prison system
has what's known as a compassionate release law.
Inmates can request early release
on special grounds, such as terminal illness.
This is about Tim Mason.
Yes. He has brain cancer, only a few months to live.
Well, he still killed my father when he was on duty.
Yes, and obviously you and your mother,
as involved parties, have to agree to his release.
When's the hearing?
Three days, but you don't have to attend.
And since he's at Angola --
Because that was the closest super-Max to Memphis --
Everyone will understand when you don't.
I've got two forms --
One for you, one for your mother.
You can fax them to my assistant.
Thank you, Mr. Sherman.
Thank you.
Takes some kind of grade-"A" asshole to set blaze
to the only movie revival house we have in town.
Spent most of my childhood in there,
eating popcorn and m&m's.
I was thrilled when it was re-opened.
We've identified the point of origin
as the theater's storage closet.
It started there then spread through the door.
And the cause?
Some kind of gothic-style oil lamp.
Well, why use a zippo when you got Cleopatra's lamp?
The assault?
Out here in the parking lot.
EMTs took him to Memphis Memorial. How bad's his injury?
Not bad, unless you count the damage
the thc did to his brain cells.
He was smoking dope when they picked him up?
We don't know what he was doing earlier in the evening,
but according to the EMT,
the kid heard the sirens and remembered
he had a huge tray of pot brownies in his car.
When the paramedics found him,
he was scarfing down every last crumb.
Which means he's stoned.
I'll have to wait for him to come down
from this chocolate-weed high before I can question him.
Yep.
Fan-friggin'-tastic.
I thought you were headed over to the carver fire.
Well, if you don't mind, lieutenant,
I need to take some time to go down to New Orleans
to meet with Tim Mason.
Mr. Sherman said you and Paula Ann could send in those forms.
The man killed my father. I was just a boy.
And I want to look him in the eye and say my piece.
What's your piece? I'm going, lieutenant,
whether you give me the time off or not.
I wasn't gonna fight you on this, Dwight.
♪ I'm goin' to Memphis ♪
♪ where the beat is tough ♪
♪ Memphis ♪
♪ I can't get enough ♪
♪ oh, well, it makes you tremble ♪
♪ and it makes you weak ♪
♪ gets in your blood, that Memphis beat ♪
Sync by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
So, tell me about this kid Bryan
that you had working concession.
He's, uh -- He's a good kid.
Worked for us since high school.
You knew him well enough to expect
that he'd have a half a pound of pot brownies in his car?
We knew he liked to partake once in a while.
A half a pound's not ally personal quantity.
It's more like "set up your own store,
invite all your friends" quantity.
Oh, Bryan's not that kind of kid.
We know the fire started in the storage room.
Is there any particular reason that he would go in there?
I mean, could that be where he was hiding his main stash?
I'm sorry, but, uh... This is all that's left.
Oh, honey. All that's left of what?
Dave's father was a big Elvis fan.
He left him the complete 35-millimeter film prints
of two of Elvis' early movies.
"Viva Las Vegas," "king creole,"
back when Elvis was still lean and mean.
You mind if I take them for a sec?
I need them to sign some forms.
No, go ahead. I'll catch up with you.
Detective?
Hey. What do you have?
Well, the kid that was assaulted
had a good deal of pot on him.
Combined with the fact that this neighborhood's
kind of gone unsavory over the last couple of years,
I'd say it was a drug deal gone bad.
We should check the theater owners' financials
so we can rule out insurance fraud.
So, where's Dwight?
He asked for a few days free.
I'm gonna cover for him.
Don't you have a department to run? Oh, I'm running it.
Detective greenback's on a field trip with his daughter.
So does "lending a hand"
mean that you're gonna just take over?
"Lending a hand" means lending a hand.
Are you testing me? Is that what this is?
No test, just a hand being lent.
Listen, you've been real clear about what you think about my work ethics.
I think you're being rather sensitive about this, detective.
Charlie White, you have my word --
You are in charge of this investigation.
For this one, I'm working for you.
Good.
Let's go to work.
Honey, it's mama.
In here.
Hey, there. Hey, mama.
Tanya called, told me you're going down to New Orleans.
I am.
I'm assuming she told you about Tim Mason's request.
Why don't we just send in those forms and be done with it?
It's not that simple. What's not simple?
The right thing to do is to let that man
have his last months on God's earth
surrounded by his family.
I got questions, mama, questions only he can answer.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I was fine letting the dog sleep,
but now the dog wants out of his cage.
Oh, Dwight.
I'm going down there. I'm settled on that.
Well, it's a good thing I packed a bag.
'Cause if you're going, I'm coming with you.
Neighbors say there's been significant after-hours activity
at the theater these past few months --
Lots of people coming and going.
No shows, but some kind of parties.
I don't suppose the theater owners
mentioned anything to you about the parties?
Didn't say a word to me.
What you got there, Sutton? It's from MFD.
There's a note in there addressed to you.
Interesting assortment of goodies.
MFD has tagged this as "out of the ordinary" evidence.
I'll say. What is that, a pacifier?
In the storage closet.
Doesn't exactly look like stuff from "gone with the wind," does it?
Maybe the concession kid was supplying ecstasy
to teenage rave parties.
Just freaked and set the fire for kicks?
Or started the fire to keep Bryan from knowing they took his stash.
There's, uh, an engraving on this bullwhip handle.
"Mys va."
If we can track down where that was purchased from,
maybe we can ID the buyer.
Maybe we can come up with somebody
I'll make a list of shops
that sell bullwhips and sex toys.
Sutton, go down to Memphis memorial,
pick up this pothead when he gets released, and bring him back.
Okay. Did you get the results of that background check yet?
It's in process. You let me know what you hear.
Is there something the matter, officer Sutton?
Did Whitehead just give you an ord-- Two orders?
He did.
Detective White will be running this investigation.
I know. Pigs are flying.
You're unusually quiet, mama.
You got something to say, say it.
Your daddy's case was pored over by detectives and lawyers.
You know, it was a random crime,
bad luck.
Mama, I know what the case file says.
I've -- I've looked over it a thousand times.
What is the speed limit on this road?
I think I saw a sign back there that said "55,"
but we went by it so fast, I don't know.
Look -- Dad made a routine traffic stop, right?
The witness said he saw dad arguing with Tim Mason.
Then all of a sudden...
Mason bolted from the car.
Dwight, honey, just slow down.
But before he shot dad, there were several minutes
when they were out of the witness' sight.
And I want to know what happened in those missing minutes.
Sweetheart, there were no missing minutes.
License and registration.
You should show him your badge when he comes back.
I'm not gonna show that officer my badge
so I can get out of a ticket, mama.
You know, I know you love your car, son,
but you might want to consider switching to a vehicle
that warns you when you go over the speed limit,
like my new car.
Do you have that rear-view camera
that helps you park?
I sure do.
I just look at that tv screen and back on up.
You know, most people can't pull off that color gray,
but it really works with your blue eyes.
I'm not gonna give you a ticket.
You got a real nice mother there.
Why don't you slow down a little?
Precious cargo you're carrying.
Oh. Will do.
Thank you, officer.
Yes, ma'am.
Is this, like, a trick?
No, it's like a brownie.
Bryan, I could arrest you 15 ways to Sunday,
so why don't you start telling me what went on last night?
The -- The theater's closed on mondays,
but I needed a place to veg out.
See, I live with my mom.
Mm. Of course you do.
Yeah, so, sometimes I just need some space to chill.
So, how'd you end up unconscious in the parking lot?
One minute, I'm listening to my iPod.
The next, I'm lying facedown in the gravel,
with no clue how I got there.
So maybe the guy that you were selling drugs to
hit you in the head, and he started the fire.
I don't deal. Oh.
Medicinal purposes?
How'd you know?
In fact, I don't even really like pot.
I like chocolate,
but chocolate makes me nauseous,
so, like, the pot helps.
I know that there were teen rave parties
going on at the theater, so what happened?
One of the kids start the fire?
No, there were parties in the theater,
but they weren't teenagers.
What were they?
Like, weird adult sex parties.
Is that what was going on last night?
Dude, I saw my 3rd-grade teacher, Mrs. pond,
wearing leather and a dog collar.
That must have been a scarring experience.
Totally.
What was your involvement in these parties, Bryan?
Boy toy?
Nada.
Seriously.
No, Dave totally kept me out of it.
Why don't you wait right here?
3rd-grade teachers in dog collars?
That's some kinky.
The owners talked to me about the Elvis prints,
but they failed to mention they were hosting sex parties.
So, what are you gonna do?
Let's go talk to the husband.
Come on, mama. We got to get going.
I got to stretch a little bit.
With those g-forces from your fast driving,
blood's collecting in my legs.
I'm gonna leave you here, then.
No, you're not.
Dwight, you're just making yourself crazy
over all this.
And I'm asking you -- Please, let's just turn around,
go back home to Memphis.
Mama, I can't go back yet.
Nothing good can come from going to Angola.
You're just chasing ghosts.
We'll see about that when we get there, won't we?
What has got you so riled up? Baby boy, look at you.
It's just like you got the weight of two worlds on your shoulders.
I found this in one of dad's old police procedure books.
Half-cut money is something dirty cops have, mama.
How did dad end up with this?
I-I don't know.
Look, I-I didn't want to tell you about this, but...
I need to find out what this means.
I have to.
So, we know you've been hosting
after-hours sex parties here in this theater.
Hosted? No.
Now, Megan doesn't know what I'm about to tell you.
Okay.
I rented out our theater to these people
who held adult parties, but that's all.
Really?
All these sexy ladies, and you never got involved?
Sometimes they'd want to play vintage pornography
up on the big screen, and I would run the projector.
But I always felt very uncomfortable being here.
Sure.
Porn's not my style, detective.
Dave, we've had a look at your financials.
Seems like you're going through a difficult time.
Yeah, the renovation on the interior
was a little more expensive than we anticipated,
so when I was approached about these parties,
I figured the extra cash would stem the bleeding.
You know it's looking a hell of a lot like insurance fraud.
It's not possible. Why's that?
Because I didn't have insurance on the theater.
Paperwork shows you had coverage.
Up until last month.
But things were getting so tight, I let it lapse.
That's just gonna break her heart.
I'm gonna need names and info on the party hosts.
I-I don't know their real names.
Oh, come on. You're gonna have to do better than that.
They paid in cash. They're going by the name of mystic and Harry "V".
They have an erotica shop.
You give them keys to the theater?
They gave me a big deposit, so I gave them a set.
From what we hear, you have keys,
which means you have access.
So, what happened?
Crazy orgy got out of control?
Someone got a little bit pissed off, threw an oil lamp?
Is that how the fire started?
You think we burned down the carver?
Might be willing to believe it was an accident. Was it?
We don't know. We weren't at the theater last night.
Where were you? At a 30th-birthday swingers' party.
Can anybody confirm that?
We're a very free-loving and trusting community.
We don't kiss and tell.
Well, you better get a little less free-loving
and give me a list of everyone that showed up,
or I'm gonna get a whole lot less forgiving, pal.
I'm not giving you anything without a warrant.
There's strict laws in Memphis about operating sex clubs --
Imprisonable laws.
I can imagine how popular you two are gonna be in jail.
I mean, the nipple clamps alone -- Oh.
Oh, look, detective -- It looks like you got their attention.
Seems as though I do.
So, how about we take a look at that list of names?
I know you didn't have to, but I'm grateful that you did.
I know that what I did is unforgivable,
and I can never give you back what I took from you.
But please believe me when I tell you...
I am a changed man.
Behind these walls, I found God.
Or should I say, God's found me.
Excuse me.
Mama. Mama.
I'm so sorry, Dwight.
I am.
It's hard to see him in person.
I thought I'd moved on and forgiven him.
I mean, it's been 31 years.
When I saw that man's face -- When I saw him,
I just wanted to choke him with my bare hands.
There's some taxicabs out that front gate.
Let me just get one of them.
I'll drive you.
Just wait in the car, okay?
I'll just be a few minutes.
Hey, one of the sex club members
called Dave's cellphone several times
the night before the fire.
Bring him in. I did.
He's in interrogation, waiting for you.
Name is Neil Dekay.
This guy served 30 days last year in county for assault.
He has anger issues.
Maybe he started a fight with Dave.
Fight turned to threat, threat turned to arson.
Could be.
Good luck. Well, w-wait a minute.
This guy's a degenerate pervert who belongs to a sex club.
You take him. Use your...Feminine wiles.
Wow.
That is extremely misogynistic, Charlie White, even for you.
Good luck, lieutenant.
Okay, I'm here. Talk.
Well, like I said, I'm a changed man.
What happened back then was like a whole nother lifetime.
In romans 12:2, the Bible says,
"let God transform you into a new person
by changing the way you think."
It took me a long time in here to learn that.
There better be a good reason
you pulling me off my job midday?
Why did you call Dave Hargrove last night before the fire at the carver?
Because I wanted to know what was playing at the midnight show.
Am I losing a paycheck for this?
I am an impatient woman, Neil.
Now, I don't know what type you usually go for,
but I'm of the dominating variety.
You give me a credible answer of why you called Dave,
or this is gonna go down very badly for you, little boy.
All right, hold out much longer,
you're gonna need a safe word.
Okay.
We had a disagreement, but I fixed it.
A disagreement or argument?
The last party I went to, I see my girlfriend
coming out of the storage room with Dave.
He's not even part of our club.
So I ask him about it,
and he says that he was showing her
some Elvis movie prints, but I didn't buy it.
Did you confront him then? No.
I wanted to, but my girlfriend told me
I was being stupid and I should just let it alone.
But you couldn't, could you?
I called him the next day -- A couple times --
But he never picked up.
So you went down there.
Is that when you threatened to burn the place down?
No! We talked. We -- We straightened it out.
Turns out the guy actually does have Elvis prints.
You know, that's who you need to be talking to, is that skinny fella.
I stopped in the John when I was leaving.
As I'm coming out, I hear Dave
yelling at some guy in the office.
What were they yelling about, Neil?
The same Elvis prints,
and something about it not being about the money.
I was just a form of wasted human life back then.
What I done to you and your mama was unspeakable,
and I'd give anything in the world
if I could take it all back.
All right, I've heard what you had to say.
Now I got some questions for you. All right.
Right before you killed my dad,
you were picked up for selling things
that had fallen off the back of the truck.
The man who owned that truck
was a known member of the Memphis mafia.
I don't know nothing about that.
You know I'm the only one between you and sunlight, right?
I don't know what you want from me.
I just want to get out of here
and spend my remaining days with my little grandkids.
I'm throwing myself on your mercy
and hoping you'll be understanding.
What do you know about that money?
I've never seen that before.
That's dirty-cop money.
If my dad was killed because of this, I want to know why.
I got no idea what you're driving at.
The only way I let you out of here is if you tell me
what the hell possessed you to trigger my father.
I didn't know your father.
He was just a cop that pulled me over when I was high.
You lying son of a bitch. No, I'm not.
Here's what I think --
My dad was on the take, but he wanted to stop.
Problem is, they wouldn't let him,
so they sent you to take him out.
Your father pulled me over.
How in the world could I have planned that?
So, you're saying it was totally random.
Yes, I am. Bullshit.
You can rot in hell, for all I care.
Hey, buddy. How's it going down there?
I'm hanging in there. What about you?
Piece of cake. What can I tell you? It's like a picnic.
I need you to do me a favor.
What you got going?
Need you to check the system, see if you can find out
who Tim Mason's first cellmate at Angola was,
where he might be now.
What are you thinking?
Well, if a guy's gonna spill the truth,
he's gonna do it in his early years in prison,
you know, when the guilt's still fresh.
Consider it done. Thanks, Whitehead.
All right, buddy. Be safe. All right. You too, buddy.
Can we go home now?
Ah, not just yet, mama.
Dwight, nothing you do will bring your father back.
I'm not trying to bring him back.
I just need to know about that money.
Those Elvis prints are worth 50 grand a pop.
Selling those would have solved Dave's money problems
in one fell swoop.
Maybe the skinny kid that he was arguing with
didn't want to take no for an answer
and decided to force the issue by starting the fire.
I'm already scanning buyers on eBay,
checking recent memorabilia auctions,
cross-checking those with Elvis-convention attendees,
basically just looking for anybody
who could afford those prints in the first place.
Good job, Sutton.
Thank you, White...Head. Detective.
Let us know if you find someone.
I dug a little deeper into Dave's finances.
It turns out those Elvis prints
were insured independently of the theater.
I bet he didn't let that policy lapse, did he? Nope, didn't.
Probably wanted to sell the prints and then collect on the policy.
Double-dipping Dave.
Clark. Charlie White, MPD.
Yeah, I was Mason's first cellmate.
That make me famous or something?
He ever talk about the murder that got him sent there?
Who's asking?
He tell you why he did it?
No good reason.
He was young, out of his mind on drugs -- Random.
I don't buy that.
I know what life is like for ex-cons.
I could make things very difficult for you.
What did I ever do to you? I need to know the truth.
And then you'll go away?
I got no reason to stay.
Tim told me that he don't remember
what happened the night he killed that cop.
What are you talking about?
He confessed to shooting him in the alley.
He went along with that story
because that's what everybody said happened.
But he was so messed up,
he don't remember one second of that night.
Y-you're telling me all Tim Mason knows
about what happened is what people told him?
That's what he said. Got no reason to lie.
I got to get back to work.
Hello, handsome.
Arianna.
Want a beer?
Sure.
You singing tonight? I sing every night. You know that.
You in town on a case?
In a manner of speaking. I'm sorry I didn't call.
Well, friendship means
never having to say you're in New Orleans.
So, what brings you back to town?
And don't say it's to hear me sing,
'cause you heard plenty when we were both back in Memphis.
The man who murdered my father is up for parole at Angola.
The hearing's tomorrow.
Why would they let him out of prison?
He's sick, got brain cancer,
only a few months to live.
So, in his final days, he wants to go be with his family,
and the only thing keeping that from happening is you?
Yep.
You gonna let him out?
I don't know.
So, why don't you admit it, Dave?
You were looking for a graceful way out of your financial mess,
so you took the prints and started the fire as a distraction.
Took the prints? They burned in the fire.
Not according to MFD.
I had them run a test on the film canisters --
No triacetate residue at all.
I don't understand. Well, let me clear it up for you.
There's no forced entry.
The sex-store perverts' alibi checked out.
Bryan sure as hell didn't hit himself in the head.
So, as far as I'm concerned, you're my prime suspect.
When the carver theater came up for auction,
Megan and I mortgaged everything we had
to buy and restore it.
It's our -- Our shared dream, our shared love.
I wouldn't burn it down, not in a million years.
Where were you the night of the fire, Dave?
I was at home with my wife,
watching a William Powell movie marathon on tv.
Using your wife as an alibi is pretty damn lame.
But it's true.
On our night off, we stay up all night and...
And watch movies.
Could -- Could I get a drink of water?
You got something caught in your throat, Dave?
No.
I can't lie to you anymore.
You're right. I did it.
You did it?
I was ashamed of our financial troubles,
and I didn't want to admit the truth.
So I burned it down.
I'll be right back.
Was that a confession?
He's lying. I can feel it.
No sign of the Elvis prints
inside the memorabilia shop.
Here you go.
But Sutton just texted me that this guy Ernie Matson
was recently in a memorabilia chat room,
talking about a big score that he's about to make.
They're trying to drum up interest.
I guess even scumbags believe in the power of technology.
Whew! It's too sweet. It's yours.
But you already drank out of this.
I don't have cooties.
Hello, Ernie Matson.
What you gonna do?
Make it up as I go.
You learn that at the academy?
20 years on the street.
I'm guessing that a sweet little thing like you
must have had some trouble somewhere in your life
with the law, resulting in a criminal record.
And maybe there might be a little trouble still out there.
If I was to dig just a little bit,
I bet I'd find it, huh?
That's what I thought.
So, why don't you hand me those keys,
and you take those 5-inch heels for a little walk?
Well, well, well, Elvis is in the building.
What do you know about that?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's happening here?
MPD, my friend. Where'd you get these babies?
I got these aboveboard, y'all. Make me a believer, Ernie.
I'm telling you, I've been wanting to buy these from Dave
for a long time, but he wouldn't sell.
So, what the hell are they doing in your trunk?
You just took them and decided to burn the place down?
I'm telling you, man, I own these out legit.
I wouldn't buy from her any other way.
If you don't have title,
you lose half the value in the collector marketplace.
And they're in the back of my trunk 'cause I'm about to bring them to a Japanese buyer.
He's a huge Elvis fan.
Wait a second. You -- You deal with Megan?
Yeah, man.
She called to say she's gonna hand-deliver the prints.
I didn't ask any questions. I just paid her price.
That's why Dave turned on the dime with a confession --
He realized that she had slipped out
while he was sleeping on the couch.
Mama, what are you doing here?
Doing here?
We got to get ready for the parole hearing.
I'm not gonna go.
What are you talking about?
I knew about the money, Dwight.
What?
I knew your daddy was on the take.
Back in your daddy's day,
all cops had to accept payoffs.
What, did they put a gun to his head
and force him to be on the take?
It was the culture back then.
If a police officer didn't take a payoff,
his fellow officers just didn't trust him.
All these years, you hid this from me.
I don't believe your daddy was a dirty cop.
But you just said he was taking payoffs, mama.
He may have taken them, but he never spent the money.
Oh, come on, mama.
What, did we have a big, fancy house
or drive new cars and go on lavish vacations?
No, we didn't, but -- Did we?
No, he took the money to keep us safe, to fit in,
and he did not spend it.
Damn it, mama, you still should have told me.
Dwight Hendricks, do not curse at your mother.
Look, what were you trying to protect me from?
That -- That dad wasn't the man I thought he was?
You know, you're asking all the wrong questions on this trip.
What? It doesn't matter if dad was an honest man, a good cop?
Well, of course it matters. That's what I'm telling you.
I believe he was a good, honest man.
In spite of the facts?
You know, what truly matters...
Is what you carry with you about your daddy...
In your heart.
Mrs. Hargrove, this is your husband's signed confession
for assault and arson.
You gonna let him go to jail for your crimes?
We understand the financial strain y'all have been under.
And, Megan, a judge will understand
that you are not a bad person.
You might want to take one last look,
I'm begging you, don't say anything.
You don't want to play that game.
You fight this, everyone's gonna lose.
Bryan has agreed to drop the assault charges.
And because you haven't tried to file a claim on the Elvis movies,
no insurance fraud has been perpetrated here.
You'll be charged with reckless endangerment.
You play ball with us, we can help you.
We'd put so much into the theater
and gotten so far behind on our house payments,
and you wouldn't listen to me about selling the Elvis prints.
What did you do?
You always told me, if there was a fire,
that the prints would be safe in the storage closet.
And I hoped it would work in reverse...
Keep the theater safe,
but, obviously, it didn't.
I'm so sorry, Dave.
I was just trying to save a little piece of our dream.
I know you'll never be able to forgive me.
Darlin', I already have. I already have.
Thank you for allowing me to speak.
I've written something that I wanted to say, but...
Now that I'm here...
I-I've made a huge mistake.
I-I carried around the memory of my dad's murder
for 31 years...
When what I should have been carrying around
was the memory of his life.
The story of my dad's life isn't how it ended.
It's how he lived it.
My dad was the greatest dad a boy could ever have.
And that's the memory I'm gonna carry with me
for the rest of my life.
I'm not gonna carry Tim Mason with me any longer.
Neither me or my mom will stand in the way of Mr. Mason's release.
Thank you.
Congratulations, detective.
Job well done.
Told you I was a good cop.
I never doubted you were a good cop.
You sure about that?
I just wanted to make certain
the good cop showed up for work every day.
Fair enough.
Also, I'll admit it now --
This investigation was a test.
But not for you -- For me.
You know, the only thing so much sitting behind that desk does
is give me a big butt.
You want my opinion?
You passed the test with flying colors.
Job well done.
One, two, three...
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I don't want to lose this good thing ♪
♪ baby, that I've got ♪
♪ and if I do ♪
♪ I will surely ♪
♪ surely lose a lot ♪
♪ ooh, 'cause your love ♪
♪ is better ♪
♪ than any love I know ♪
♪ it's like thunder ♪
♪ it's like lightning ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ the way you love me is frightening ♪
♪ think I better knock ♪
♪ knock on wood ♪
♪ baby ♪
♪ I'm not superstitious ♪
♪ about you, ah ♪
♪ but I can't take no chance ♪
♪ you got me spinnin' ♪
♪ ooh, spinnin', baby ♪
♪ and I'm in a trance ♪
♪ 'cause your love ♪
♪ is better ♪
♪ than any love I know ♪
♪ yeah, it's like thunder ♪
♪ it's like lightning ♪
♪ the way you love me is frightening ♪
♪ I think I better knock ♪
♪ knock on wood ♪
♪ baby ♪
♪ yeah, yeah ♪ whoo!
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