Now we have Brad's cousin Shawna
would like to say a few words.
Don't forget to speak up to you
taking this for family out west.
Mm-hmm.
When we were kids, Brad collected half-dollars.
He kept them in a piggy bank.
How does a dead body go missing?
Your guess is as good as mine.
And every visit, I'd sneak one...
[ Chuckles ] ...And buy myself an ice cream.
Not until I took the last one
did he let on that he knew what I'd been doing.
[ Crying ] I thought I had time to pay you back, Brad.
Aunt June...
Can I put this in the casket with him?
Go ahead, baby.
[ Crying ]
Oh. Man: Oh, lord.
He's not in here!
[ All murmuring ] What?
[ Gasps ]
Where's my boy?! Where's my boy?!
So, how did the guy die?
Uh, he worked for a package-delivery service,
fell down a flight of concrete steps.
Did he have, like, any connections
to the occult or voodoo or anything?
Is that a real question?
Why else does a body go missing?
I don't know... Simple mistake.
Or theft for the black market.
The rapture. Alien abduction.
Uh, j-just focus
on some real police work, please.
I assume the, uh, responding units searched the funeral home?
Top to bottom.
It still seems like the right place for us to start.
Someone there saw that body before they closed the lid.
[ Whistles ] You coming?
Yeah.
And you know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
No. No, it isn't.
And I assure you,
we will do everything we can to find your child.
He was a good boy...
You know, never a cross word for anyone.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
[ Breathes deeply ]
When was the last time you saw the...
Brad?
[ Clears throat ]
Last night, at the family viewing.
We put mementos in the casket,
things that we thought Brad would like.
Uh...
Shawna hadn't arrived.
That's why she did hers this morning.
But you kept the casket closed for this morning's service.
[ Voice breaking ] My boy didn't look right to me.
I didn't want everyone seeing him different than he was.
[ Crying ] Where could he be?
Well...
I have my best men on it.
Thank you.
[ Blues music plays ]
The body was here when I left last night.
When I came in this morning, it was gone.
I can't explain it.
I saw security cameras when we walked in.
There was nothing on the video?
Oh, that system hasn't worked
since a pipe burst a year ago and flooded the basement.
Well, aren't you just filled with all kind of good excuses?
W-what do you want me to say?
It got up and walked out on its own?
No, I don't want you to say that.
Because that's ridiculous...
As is that you didn't say something
about this before the service.
I panicked.
I thought the body would turn up,
I could get it back in the casket before the internment.
Any chance it was an employee?
We had to let everybody go.
Just me and my wife, and she's out of town at her mother's.
Anyone else with a key to the building?
No. Well, if somebody else
didn't take it out of the building, you had to do it.
Oh.
The bathroom door was locked after the family viewing.
I tried it again later... It was still locked.
So you're saying somebody hid out in your bathroom
in order to steal Brad's body?
Maybe. That sounds logical, right?
No, it doesn't.
Oh.
Why don't you just go ahead
and get us a list of former employees
and any vendors who come into the building regularly.
Okay.
[ Door opens, closes ]
What's up with you, Whitehead?
Come on, man. Unburden yourself.
I saw "night of the living dead" when I was a kid, all right?
And it just stuck with me.
Zombies?
It's a primal fear, Dwight, okay?
It's... It's tied to the apocalypse,
psychologically speaking.
Yeah, I hear you, Whitehead.
Thanks for opening up to me.
Yeah. Mm.
I just want you to know...
I'll bet your brains taste delicious.
Oh, I'll... I'll be out in the car.
[ Laughs ]
♪ 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
Hey, you think any of these buildings have a security camera
with an angle of the funeral home?
It's possible.
Greenback says that Brad's best friend, Matt Harris,
was at the viewing, but not the service.
Nobody's seen or heard from him since then.
Any chance Tim's telling the truth
and Matt's our bathroom stowaway?
Well, if our only other option is zombie,
I'll keep an open mind.
Lieutenant, I finished the background check.
The funeral director's got no criminal record.
What about his business?
It's squeaky clean... No complaints.
No repeat customers, though. [ Chuckles ]
Ooh.
June Watts gave me a list of service attendees.
Run those names and see if anything pops.
Yes, ma'am.
Morning, all. Hey, Paula Ann.
Well, good morning to you, too. Hey.
Are you looking for Dwight?
No, I'm here as the volunteer coordinator again
for the MPD benevolence society carnival.
And guess what... We are gonna need
even more support than usual this year.
Oh, Davey, bless you.
And I've got you down to take the tickets,
just like last year.
Um, I've got other skills, you know.
I...Could juggle.
What you got me down for?
Uh, weekend phone banks,
thank-you notes, setup, and cleanup.
Yoo-hoo. I already have one full-time job. Pick one.
How about thank-you notes?
Thank-you notes it is.
Okay.
Uh...
You already had lieutenant rice down for thank-you notes.
Do I?
Matt Harris?
Yeah, that's me.
MPD. Got a few questions for you.
You're here about Brad, aren't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's in my car.
I was gonna bury him
on the 50-yard line of our old football field.
You're kidding, right?
We made a pact back in high school, right?
Whoever died first
would be returned to the glory of the gridiron.
And that still seemed like a good idea last night?
For a while.
I got him out on the field, and I just... I couldn't do it.
So you came home and had a few drinks?
I knew I had screwed up pretty royal, right?
I just... I didn't know what else to do.
His family deserved better.
I know.
He's in the backseat.
Stop fooling around, Matt.
What do you mean?
My partner's just giving me a hard time.
No, I'm not. Brad's not back here.
[ Blues music plays ]
So, you stole Brad's body from the funeral home,
and then someone stole it from you... Is that your story?
Yeah. Who else knew about your plan to bury him on the football field?
Nobody. You're wasting my time, Matt.
Maybe a few hours in a holding cell
might motivate you to tell the truth.
Now, hold on a sec. I didn't do nothing.
Body snatching is a felony. So, yeah, technically you did.
I want a lawyer.
We'll get you a lawyer.
Matt was busted two years ago for selling stolen property.
Did a drug-diversion program.
But since he was drunk last night, I guess it didn't stick.
You buy his "bury the body" story?
Well, Brad posted his bail and stood up for him in court.
His mama said he was loyal to a fault.
Maybe he thought it was payback time, you know?
People have done crazier things.
Name two.
Well, speaking of crazy, Brad had a restraining order
out on his high-school sweetheart, Kat Melvin.
You think she stole the body from the garage?
According to the stalking complaint,
she broke into his house more than once.
Sounds like true love to me.
Hmm. Somebody, go talk to her.
Mnh-mnh. All yours, handsome.
Well, thanks.
Kat: That's us... Prom king and queen,
both junior and senior years.
I saw him playing
in the conference championship game your senior year.
So it had to be upsetting for you
not to be allowed to the funeral services.
Well, his mom always hated me.
So you had no choice but to take the body from Matt's car.
What are you talking about?
Someone stole his body, Kat.
What?
Wait. And you think that was me?
Hmm.
Yeah. No, I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that.
Really?
'Cause you broke into his house four times and slept in his bed.
Well, that was the only way that I could be with him.
I mean, because of that restraining order.
And I always made sure he left before I went,
so I wouldn't be violating it, but I would never take his body.
Wait. Made sure he left?
Wait. You were watching him?
From 1,000 feet away. It's totally legal.
Did you always watch him?
[ Scoffs ] Hey, "always" is a lot.
Okay, this is a really big moment for you, Kat.
This is the moment where you can show
how much you really loved Brad.
Well, I really loved him.
All right, so, in the last few weeks or... Or months,
did he do anything unusual,
like change his patterns or get in a conflict with someone?
Uh, he started going to, um, garden...
Garden meadow apartments a couple of times a week.
Uh-huh. What was he doing?
I don't know, but I didn't like it.
I didn't feel safe there.
Did Brad ever talk to any people
that were wearing a lot of black and silver?
Sometimes.
Thank you. Thank you.
You've been a real big help, Kat.
And I know Brad and his family
are gonna be real grateful, all right?
Black gangster disciples?
That gang's run the Garden Meadow projects
and the area around them since the '80s.
Well, if he was hanging around the projects,
could be he was one of them.
But the guy's got a good job, pays his bills, goes to church.
Just doesn't seem like the type.
He in the gang unit's database? No.
That just means he hasn't been picked up.
But if he's got gang ties,
what does that got to do with his body going missing?
There was that rumor last year. What rumor?
Well, the BGDs stole the corpse of a rival gang member,
desecrated the body to disrespect him.
Now, the gang unit... They kept it quiet.
They didn't want a rash of copycat incidents.
I guess we better head to the projects.
[ Blues music plays ]
Hello, ma'am, I'm...
We'd like to ask you...
Afternoon. I'm detective Hendr...
I'm starting to get the feeling
that people around here don't like cops.
I try not to take it personally.
What do you think the odds are
that this place has a working security camera?
Woman: Sean, you stop that, or I'm gonna call your mama!
I think we just found something better.
Afternoon, ma'am.
Officer.
Whitehead, we've been made.
What you all want?
Whitehead: Ma'am, the delivery man
that died here a few days back, Brad Watts...
did the BGDs have a problem with him?
BGDs got problems with everybody who ain't BGDs,
especially if they're talking to the police.
You don't seem like the type to worry about what people think.
I heard arguing.
Do you know who it was?
I know better than to look too close.
Started over there in the courtyard,
and then it carried into the stairwell,
where they found that boy dead.
Did the responding officers ask you about this?
Nobody asked me nothing,
and I'm not sure what I would have said, anyway.
But I like you. You got a nice face.
You too, ma'am.
But you...
You look like a rascal.
It's true.
What's up with that?
Let's go check out the stairwell.
Sad place to meet your end.
Brad was an athlete in high school.
I don't know.
Seems hard to believe he just took a header.
Brad's about your height, right?
What are you doing?
There's blood and hair on this grate.
Looks like maybe Brad had been slammed up against it.
Right before he was thrown down the stairs,
which means this wasn't an accident...
Brad was murdered.
[ Knock on door ] Hey.
I see my mama's got you working pretty hard.
500 thank-you notes. Feel free to jump in.
Love to, but can't.
Our missing-body case just became a murder.
Whitehead: Forensics matched Brad's blood type
to a sample we found on a window grate.
How did foul play get missed the first time?
Well, this neighborhood gets so many shootings and stabbings,
anything that comes close to looking like an accident
doesn't get a second look.
And the ME said Brad's head and neck injuries
were consistent with a fall down the stairs.
If the killer already got away with it, why take a body?
So it can't be exhumed later and used as evidence in a trial.
Do you have any suspects?
Brad's phone records show
that he made a phone call twice a week to a burner.
The burner phone goes along with the gang theory.
But he was using his work truck the day he died.
Robbery could be a motive.
We're gonna go talk to his boss.
Okay. You print these?
Yes, of course.
Very nice.
Why, thank you, detective.
You misspelled "benevolence."
Today's special is chicken-fried steak and mashed potatoes.
They were all out of soda. Hope you like sweet tea.
I'm not hungry.
Well, that's probably for the best.
Yeah, well, thought you might want this.
Thank you.
Oh, and, uh, hey, um, I know you asked for a lawyer,
so I can't ask you any questions,
but if you ever just need to tell somebody
how you're doing, let me know.
Chet: We ship mostly industrial parts,
so whatever Brad was doing down in the projects,
it wasn't work-related.
Whitehead: Was it unusual for Brad
to use your trucks for personal use?
Uh, as long as my drivers get their deliveries on time,
I don't care if they use the trucks after hours.
Any idea why Brad would have gone down to Garden Meadow?
Brad volunteered at an after-school program
at the Williamson rec center... His way of giving back.
A lot of those kids probably come from Garden Meadow.
All your trucks have GPS? Of course.
Would you be willing to give us a log
of his scheduled deliveries the day he died,
the route his truck took?
Happy to help.
Look, um, what does all this have to do
with Brad's body gone missing?
We're not really sure, but you don't, by chance,
know if he had any run-ins with anybody from the BGDs?
Brad spoke a lot about how the kids he worked with
were tempted by gang life.
It's a hard truth.
Look, Brad could be headstrong.
If any of those BGDs did anything to his boys,
he would have acted first and thought second.
Can't blame him. Thank you.
Thanks.
[ Door closes ]
Did you find Brad?
Not yet, ma'am... Not yet, but we're working on it.
I just need to ask you a few questions.
Well, why?
It...
It's looking like Brad might have been murdered.
Who'd...
Who would want to kill my boy?
I don't know.
[ Voice breaking ] How could anyone want to kill my boy?
Look, we're gonna find out.
We're gonna find them.
Please help me.
[ Crying ]
[ Indistinct shouting ] Walk.
Dwight: Would it have been normal for Brad to visit
any of the kids he worked with at home?
Brad gave all these kids his phone number,
told them to call him anytime, day or night.
I'm guessing someone needed his help at some point.
Would you mind if we talked with them?
Yeah, you're welcome to,
but I doubt any of them will talk to you.
Now, I know you guys know a lot about hip-hop,
but do you know anything about bebop?
These men are police.
They have some questions about Brad.
I expect some of you are pretty upset.
I would be, too.
But if you respected him and you respect his family,
then you'll help us.
We know Brad had been coming down to Garden Meadow to see somebody.
Who was it?
It wasn't any of you?
[ Rap-music ringtone plays ]
Man, I didn't do nothing!
Innocent people don't run.
We just want to talk to you.
You people didn't buy tickets! Move on!
Okay, go ahead. You can talk. It's just us.
Brad spoke to you a couple times a week
for the last two months. We know he meant something to you.
We just talked about football... That's all.
We know that isn't true.
I don't think your life gets easier
if we haul you to the precinct, does it?
[ Sighs ] Look, man, I live with my aunt.
She's sick.
Brad would stop by and give us money for medicine.
That was a solid thing for Brad to do.
[ Sighs ] Man, we just talked about football.
Next thing I know, he'd gone down
to the BGD lieutenant I used to sling for
and got me out, free and clear.
How'd he do that?
He didn't say, and I didn't ask.
Dwight! Dwight, hold on. [ Chuckles ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were avoiding me.
I couldn't do that to you, mama.
Then you'll perform at the benefit?
How about I work at the concession stand?
[ Laughing ] Do what?
People want to hear you sing.
I can't handle 25 requests for "elvira."
So it's snack foods or nothing. Sorry, mama.
No, listen, son, people are doing their part around here,
and I expect you to do yours.
That'd be singing.
Well, police emergency. Got to go.
Come on. Are you kidding me?
All right, now, I know that I can count on you two gentlemen
to contribute to the greater good.
I've bartended the last four fundraisers,
and those single women... They...
They drink too much and get to flirting... Drives my wife crazy.
Can I do something else?
Whitehead: And I don't want to be in charge of the raffle
for the fifth year in a row.
All the winners want a hug, and I'm just not a hugger.
That's no problem.
That leaves dunk tank...
And, uh, animal balloons.
Oh!
Has either of you ever been a mime?
You know, now that I think about it,
the... The raffle's really not that bad of an idea.
[ Telephone rings ]
I'm sure my wife will understand if I have to bartend again.
I'm on my way.
Paula Ann, bye-bye. Bye-bye.
And thank you so much for your help.
Oh, you're welcome.
Really appreciate it.
My pleasure.
This is just too easy.
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Groans, coughs ]
You lose your lunch, son?
Who found the body?
Surveyors thought it was a homeless guy sleeping.
When they went to roust him...
What's the matter... You never seen a dead body?
Yeah, you're one to talk.
Now that he's not walking around,
he doesn't give me the heebie-jeebies.
Uh, he was...Messed with.
What does that mean?
Is that cut from the autopsy?
It was the first time, but he's been opened up...
Again.
Does finding Brad's body like that fi**h the gang theory?
This wasn't a public display to humiliate him,
and it wasn't on their turf.
So why did somebody cut him open?
Well, the ME said all of Brad's organs are missing,
and he's positive that they were
returned to the body after the autopsy.
What kind of person would steal a dead man's insides?
A crazy person.
What else did the ME say?
Well, he found lacerations in Brad's throat.
Maybe Brad swallowed a sharp object before he died.
And if he did, getting that thing back
is probably why they cut him open.
It's not that hard a question, Tim.
Were the organs in the body when you received it?
Well, the ME said they were, right?
I'm not answering my own question.
You're about to be charged
with obstruction of justice in a homicide.
Homicide? Brad was murdered.
And you're starting to act like a man with something to hide.
Why don't you tell us what you know
and make it easier on yourself.
Oh, oh.
Uh...
I excavated Brad's organs to sell to a research facility.
Where are they now?
Still in the fridge.
Go get 'em, while I just wait here
and think about what I'm gonna charge you with.
Hey, Matt.
I thought you'd like to know they found Brad.
Well, that's good news for his mother.
Sort of.
Let's just say he wasn't in good shape.
I suppose it's good news for you, though...
After all, since you've been here,
it's obvious somebody else has had him this whole time...
Right.
Which, of course, makes us wonder who that was.
Anyway...
I just wanted you to know that.
One of the amazing things about Brad was,
no matter what you did wrong,
he never held your mistakes against you
or made you feel bad for messing up.
Sign of a true friend.
All right.
You done for tonight?
Well... Oh, yeah, I think so.
It's easy when everybody's willing to pitch in.
Even when they don't know it.
[ Laughs ]
I'm just helping bring out the best in everybody.
Which is why I propose you give me a more featured role.
I'm sorry, honey.
I've just... I've filled all the slots.
I'll get you Dwight.
What exactly do you want to do?
Raise money for the greater good, of course.
You get me Dwight, and we'll talk.
Whitehead: That key was found in Brad's stomach...
Fits a master brand padlock... 10 bucks at any hardware store.
Tech team is searching Brad's house for a match,
but nothing so far.
Rice: Let's look at his financials...
See if he was renting a storage space.
Greenback: Using the GPS records,
I tracked Brad's movements the day he died.
Now, there's a stop in the morning
that doesn't match any of the deliveries in his log...
Madison and South 4th.
There's a ymca and a bus depot in that area,
and they both have lockers.
Maybe one of them has a lock this key fits.
Obviously, he was hiding something...
Something that got him killed.
Will you please go and find it?
[ Blues music plays ]
Most of these are combination locks.
You know, Whitehead, we... We all saw scary movies as kids.
How come zombies got you so worked up?
I don't know.
Doesn't make sense that a movie would have such an impact.
So, what are you... Like, Dr. Phil all of a sudden?
No, I'm just wondering.
I think it was probably the cat.
What?
My cat, pickles...
She disappeared the night after the movie,
and my mom said that she had been called to heaven,
and I knew the zombies had eaten her.
Really? Yeah.
It's just a feeling that I was never really able to shake.
But you know what?
Just talking about it makes me feel, uh...
What's the word?
Cathartic?
Yeah, cathartic.
I mean, I'm starting to feel better already. Thank you.
You're welcome, Whitehead.
So now let's just talk about you having a cat named pickles.
Huh.
Mayland shipping, where Brad worked.
Hmm.
All of this for a bunch of tennis shoes?
Hmm.
Ooh-ooh.
I'm guessing that's not brown sugar.
[ Blues music plays ]
Drug unit's sending somebody over to pick that stuff up,
put it in their warehouse.
What... They didn't think our dead bolt was good enough
for a quarter-million dollars of heroin?
Apparently not.
Do you think Brad was using the rec center
for a distribution hub?
I just can't believe
he was on the wrong side of this thing.
I mean, that kid Jesse... His aunt confirmed
that Brad was giving them money for her medicine.
That's a hell of a lot of money for medicine.
I know.
[ Dog panting, whines ]
I told you your dogs won't find anything.
And I don't know anything about heroin in no tennis shoes.
The boxes had mayland shipping labels on them, Chet.
And I find it hard to believe you didn't know anything about it.
Look, I have safeguards in place
to protect me from this very kind of thing.
News flash... They didn't work.
I think very highly of Brad.
But if I'm guilty of anything, it's giving him too much leeway.
Can you back-trace the source of these packages?
I will do whatever it is that I can do
to help you find where these drugs came from.
[ Blues music plays ]
Dwight: We found the heroin you and Brad were pushing.
You admired Brad, respected him.
If he was forcing you to sell drugs, that changes things.
We weren't selling drugs.
Then where'd the money for your aunt come from?
It was just shoes, man.
[ Sighs ]
Brad didn't fall down those steps... He was thrown.
If you hold out on us, his killer goes free.
Look, man, I swear...
Brad said he was smuggling counterfeit tennis shoes,
knockoffs from China, you know?
He was doing it through his work.
Now, he didn't like it, but...
He knew we needed the money.
Who was he in business with?
I don't know.
But that last day he stopped by, I-I could tell he was upset.
Said the shoe thing was done
and money would be tight for a minute.
But Brad would never deal drugs.
He just wouldn't.
Hey.
[ Chuckles ] That's my favorite.
I, uh, noticed when you were booked
that there was a wrapper in your belongings.
We found some heroin and some shoes
that Brad had hidden in a locker.
I expect you to be quiet about that, too.
What do you mean?
I mean that you were willing to steal his body,
and I'm not buying that you don't know
who took him out of your car.
Look, man, I don't know...
If you can't be straight about those things,
then why in the hell would you care that everybody,
including his mother, thinks that he's a drug dealer?
You wouldn't understand. Damn right I wouldn't understand,
because I would never do this to my best friend!
Hey, all right, the drugs are mine.
Are you waiving your right to an attorney? Yes!
Now, Brad hooked me up with a job at the shipping company.
I started using it to move drugs.
Chet found out.
He, uh... He fired me... He didn't turn me in.
Brad took over where you left off?
He thought they were just shoes.
He set them aside for me. I'd come by and pick them up.
Brad did eventually find out about the drugs?
Yeah, he wanted to give a couple pairs to his kids.
I couldn't let him.
When he figured out what was going on...
Oh, man, I had never seen him so pissed.
Did you kill him?
No. Then who did?
If he thinks I'm talking to you,
he's gonna go after my family.
I can't let him do that.
[ Door closes ]
[ Candy bar slams ]
This kid's more scared of his drug dealer
than he is of going to jail.
[ Sighs ]
Sorry I couldn't push it to the finish line.
Well, we sent you in there to do what you could. You did that.
So I guess you could say you kind of owe me, right?
Sure.
I guess...
Sort of.
Great.
Whoever Matt worked for must have caught up with Brad
in the stairwell and confronted him.
Brad swallowed the key to keep him from getting the drugs.
But because our bad guy killed him,
he and Matt had to steal the body to get the key back.
Yeah, but he followed him into the projects.
I mean, why wouldn't he stop him and confront him
before he drove into one of the worst neighborhoods in Memphis?
'Cause he didn't follow him.
What do you mean?
He knew right where he was.
All his trucks have GPS.
You think Chet Mayland's the kingpin?
Well, he didn't turn Matt in.
All the boxes shipped through his company.
He's either the dumbest businessman in Memphis,
or he's got a good reason for turning a blind eye.
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Tires screeching ]
I've been sitting on his car all day. He obviously went out back.
Anybody see him leave? No one that's talking.
He deleted all his files.
This guy's on the run. Get an APB out on him and his car.
He was writing hard... In a hurry.
[ Dial tone, ringing ]
Man: Tower.
Uh, who... Who am I speaking with?
Who's this?
Uh, detective Dwight Hendricks,
Memphis police department, badge number 81432.
Oh, sorry. Control tower at St. John airport.
Don't give anyone takeoff authorization till you hear from me.
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Tires screeching ]
Shut it down!
Flight's been canceled, Chet!
Put your hands where I can see them!
Hi.
What can I do for you, Ms. Watts?
I came by to thank you.
Oh, well, that's not necessary.
It most certainly is. You all went above and beyond.
And because of that, my boy is truly at rest.
Well, we're just doing our jobs, Ms. Watts.
When a man goes out of his way
to bring peace to a mother he never met,
that's more than doing his job.
Thank you.
Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you.
[ Blues music plays ]
Paula Ann. Paula Ann.
Oh, girl! [ Laughs ]
You knocked it out of the park. Look at this.
Oh, you're so sweet. Hope so.
And thank you for those lovely thank-you notes you wrote.
[ Laughs ] My pleasure.
I'll bring you the rest of that list tomorrow.
[ Laughing ] Okay.
Whitehead: Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time for us to have our grand-prize drawing,
which is a $250 gift certificate from cracker barrel.
Thank you, cracker barrel.
And, folks, let's remember
that the proceeds from tonight's event
all go to the Williamson recreation center,
helping to make a better life
for these kids and their families.
Whoa-oh-oh.
5-9-0-4. 59-0-4.
Me!
Here's our winner. [ Laughs ]
[ Music continues ]
I see a handsome stranger.
Wait.
He's not so handsome... And he's wearing plaid.
[ Sighs ]
Ay.
Avoid the plaid-wearing ugly guy with the bad toupee.
Ta-da. That's your fortune. Thank you for coming.
Put your hands together, and welcome to the stage
my dear friend and partner, Dwight Hendricks.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ "I'll take you there" plays ]
♪ Mm ♪
♪ I know a place ♪
♪ mm, ain't nobody cryin' ♪
♪ ain't nobody worried ♪
♪ no, ain't no smilin' faces ♪
♪ mm, no, no ♪
♪ lyin' to the races ♪
♪ oh, help me, now ♪
♪ come on, come on ♪
♪ somebody, help me now ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ oh, yeah, help me, now ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ oh, David ♪
♪ ooh, little David ♪
♪ help me, now ♪
♪ help me out ♪
♪ come on, little David ♪
♪ all right ♪
♪ mm-mm-mm-Mmm ♪
♪ just sock it to me ♪
♪ well, I'm callin', callin' ♪
♪ callin' ♪
♪ come on and go with me ♪
♪ callin', now ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ oh, you got to, got to ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪ ♪ got to ♪
♪ ain't no smiling faces ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ whoa ♪
[ Music ends ]
[ Cheers and applause ]
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